#This is what I've worked out so far. None of its set in stone but its my present ideas for some of them so I thought I would share it

[lazypanartist]

HELLO i fucking LOVE ur stobotnik and their kid series!!! its what initially got me to watching the movies and into the sonic franchise as a whole!!! can i request a stobotnik and their kid whos sort of like maria.... like they genuinely love the world and humanity despite (ahem) everything Ivo says. Maybe add in a sprinkle of shadow who sees reader and is taken aback by how similar they are to maria, and now stone + ivo has to deal with their kid having a new guard dog/brother HDSHSDH love ur writing, hope u have a good day!!

AHHH I'M SO GLAD I COULD HELP YOU GET INTO THE SERIES!! Super touched 💙💙💙

*Frantically googling Shadow's personality + Maria Robotnik*

*Having a Crisis™ because WOW OKAY*

Anyways! I've been working on this since the request rolled in, and am 100% invested. Willing to take related requests ^-^

Stobotnik + Sweetheart! Child, + Guard Dog Bestie! Shadow

Note: this is long. Like, LONG long

Your fathers have always loved you, if a tad.. oddly.

Papa Ivo doesn't understand your interest with the rest of humanity.

"What if one of those disgusting cretins gets my baby sick? What if someone actually wanted to hurt you?"

"No, it's far safer for you if you stay by his or Papa Stone's side. Or in the lab. The lab is VERY safe, you know. Well idiot proofed"

Not that he's calling his baby an idiot, of course -

Baba Aban, however, seems to understand you.

Of course he respects Papa's wishes, keeps you close when you do go out, but he tries to sate your interest in humanity best he can.

Always open to questions, and will try to answer everything as age-appropriately as possible.

"What does Papa do all day?"

"He builds things for the government."

"Why?"

"Because it pays well enough to raise you and keeps him busy."

"Why doesn't Papa like other people?"

He.. doesn't have an answer for that one. Not really.

"Just because" sounds too shallow, and "Because people can be horrible" is almost worse.

"To keep you safe."

It's not a lie, but it's not the truth, and the way you huff lets him know you're onto him.

Lets Ivo know before you two are finished with errands, in case you bombard the older man with questions next

They both try and keep you entertained in their own ways

Papa Ivo tries to keep you interested in his machines, how they can be used to better your life

Baba Aban takes you out for errands and helps teach you in the kitchen

Life is as balanced as it can be, considering your solitude growing up

Both dads help you set up a little greenhouse in the traveling lab

"For self sufficiency!" - Papa Ivo

"To give them a new hobby." - Baba Aban

"To keep me busy." - Baby You™

You know what's up

SO since we don't yet know how Shadow calmed tf down in the movie, bare with me here.

After the events of Movie 2 and then the unearthing of Project Shadow, you and your dads are living in the Crabmeat base deep in the Pacific

You and Baba Aban still surface occasionally for groceries and supplies, while Papa Ivo throws himself into his work to distract himself from his latest defeat.

During one surface visit, looking around the Seattle streets while on the back of Baba Aban's motorcycle, you see a strangely familiar figure on a similar vehicle.

You tug on your das's sleeve before gearuring toward the hedgehog

"Baba.. that's not Sonic, is it?"

He looks, does a double take

"Uh.. no."

He's stopping near the same lot the two of you are, and Baba instructs you to message Papa

"Found another alien hedgehog, will update"

He seems wary when the two of you approach, glancing between you as Aban steps closer, an arm in front of your chest to keep you back behind him

"Who are you?"

The hedgehog glares, and you slink just a bit closer to see him

"I am the ultimate life form."

"Decided by who?"

"That's none of your concern."

The two are almost circling one another now, Baba keeping you behind him, even if just barely

"It's my concern if you're here to.. to destroy humanity, or whatever."

You eye him from behind your dad, but he just huffs a laugh

"Destroy? I was created to preserve your human lives."

Your eyes widen again, catching his own before he glanced back towards your Baba

"Is that a problem?"

You tug at Aban's sleeve again, and he slows his movement, letting you peek out more from behind him

"No.. I don't suppose it is."

You finally slip out from behind him, smiling, and Shadow is hit, mentally, with the image of Maria, smile - the same energy as your own

A certain kind of sad loneliness, with an undertone of care

He doesn't know why he thinks of it that way

All he knows is that it feels like home again

The two of you see each other a few times after that, while out on errands with Baba

Papa wants to meet him - of course - but doesn't want another Knuckles situation

(He's very glad that the echidna didn't try and go after you for revenge - after the emerald was taken away, he wasn't sure he could have saved you)

So he lets you - and Stone - approach him on the surface

Not that you know explicitly that you're helping.

Neither of your dad's know about Maria - at least not explicitly - and Shadow still hasn't voiced why he's so attached to you

He finds himself following you whenever he sees you on earth

Of course you're with Baba every time, kept at arms length from Shadow, but he keeps coming back

Papa allows it because he hasn't made any threats

Baba allows it because he seems genuinely friendly

And doesn't seem to recognize him

Finally - FINALLY - Papa asks Baba to help bring him to the base

Respectfully, if possible. He wants to keep the peace, even if it's just for your sake

You get to be the lucky one to invite Shadow to the base

You smile when you ask if he'd like to come, and all he can see is Maria inviting him to see a new breakthrough from her grandfather

He says yes

Immediately

Your smile gets wider

"This is the first time I've invited a friend home!"

His poor, walled-off heart cracks just a little, and he gives Stone a Look™

Baba just glanced away before offering him a ride in a (rented) car

The two of you sit in the back, just talking to each other, while Stone contemplated how he got to driving one of the aliens.

To his home.

With his child in the backseat next to said alien.

As long as you're happy, and Ivo's happy, then he's sure he'll be fine

Shadow is still vague with answers around his past - every time you try and engage him about family, friends, childhood, home - he thinks of Maria

He still tries to answer you - he grew up in space, with his best friend and her grandfather.

She was.. sick. Very sick. And she died.

Conveniently leaving GUN out of the convo.

He sees the sadness you have for him - the same Maria held when she told him to go - and decides that he'll make space for himself in your life

If you let him.

ONLY if you let him.

The three of you make it back to crabmeat safely, and both of your dads hover, but let you interact how you want

Shadow sees a lot of Gerald in your Papa, but won't say anything.

He can't

Not yet, at least

He ends up staying the night, nested on your floor next to your own little fort, facing the door even in his sleep

Ivo tolerates it, if barely

He brought the hedgehog here to study, not to befriend his baby

"What if he has.. space rabies?!"

Stone just rolls his eyes as he shuts your door most the way, alarm systems all in place for the night

"This is the first time they've had a friend over, Ivo. We'll know if something goes wrong - just let them have this."

"This" turned into "a live-in best friend" rather quickly, to both parents' surprise (and your absolute delight)

Eventually, he caves.

He starts answering questions truthfully, the pain still rather fresh in his mind

He tells you about Maria, about GUN, about his purpose and pain

And you're there to comfort him

He's not graphic, and you don't push, and he appreciates it more than he'll voice, even to you

He figures that as long as you're willing to be there and listen, he'll be there to keep you safe company

Both dads are.. annoyed

Ivo thinks this new hedgehog is overbearing - always at your shoulder, keeping you company when he's supposed to be, never seeming to let you out of his sight

Stone thinks he's up to something, the way he lingers between streets when you're out, watching from the shadows (ha)

In reality, he's just trying to keep you safe

Your dads seem to figure that out when one of Ivo's ridiculous predictions comes true - you wander just a bit too far from Baba to look at some UV lights for your plants on Crabmeat, and someone grabs your arm as they walk past, jostling you enough that you yelp

Shadow is there in half a second, sending the aggressor to the floor before tugging on your hand, coaxing you down so he can look at the bruise forming on your bicep

Baba Aban is there a second later, lowering himself and helping Shadow turn your arm before helping you back up

"We should leave."

The three of you are silent until halfway back to the base, when Baba tilts the rearview to look at Shadow while he's druving

"Shadow.."

"What?"

He always glares when he talks to anyone besides you. Typically toward the floor or their chests, but right now he's looking your Baba in the eyes through the mirror, watching your father's gaze soften

*Thank you."

And thank YOU anonymous requester for all of this!

The requests for Sonic Movieverse, and this particular headcanon set, are wide open! Please send me reqs! I'm fixating like a mofo right now!!

[toadslug]

Sapphires: Chapter 1

A fanfic/AU/whatever you want to call it I'm going to explore with Orca's statue! I've never really done writing like this before, so we'll see how this goes. Might try out websites like AO3 to host this on??? But I'm sticking to what I know right now. Anyways!! Here's what I've got so far.

"She was so young..."

The heavy stone doors of the Royal Hatchery scraped open. The grating noise was by design, ensuring intruders could not sneak in.

Dim blue light traced the silhouettes of two dragons at the entrance.

"I don't know why she didn't wait a couple more years." One of the dragons conveyed through flashes and gestures, paddling forward.

"Mm." The other lazily flickered back, straining to shut the doors behind them and sealing the room into inky darkness.

One by one, the dragons lit their bioluminescent patterns. The electric teal glow discovered dips in the floor where clusters of eggs awaited, comfortably tucked into tidy seaweed nests. The shells appeared as a muddied grayish-blue, but under proper lighting, they would have glimmered like droplets of brilliant amber. They were arranged by sex—males on one side of the room, females on the other—in spiral shapes.

"Looks like they're all here." The tired SeaWing gestured, turning to leave.

"Looks like you're begging to get your teeth smashed out." The other gestured back, peeking at each nest and counting the eggs. That was meant to be a joke, but they both knew it was hardly far from reality. The queen was fiercely protective of her eggs. The tired SeaWing grumbled but wearily set to work.

There was a lapse of silence. The chatty SeaWing gave small talk another shot: "... That statue is a lot creepier now, huh." His voice was a little stiff.

The tired SeaWing did not answer.

The coral heating tubes that twisted along the walls quietly bubbled.

Hesitant at first, the chatty SeaWing drifted towards the sculpture at the center of the hatchery. He wasn't sure why.

It had been installed less than a week ago. She had insisted it be placed here.

He brought the light from the banded patterns on his arm up to the statue, squinting at its features. It was regal; imposingly majestic. Masterfully chiseled from empress marble; frighteningly realistic. He angled the light further up, revealing an astute face. Various undersea plants intricately weaved around its curving horns—the webbing that flowed down its spine and wing membrane also followed this design.

And the eyes.

They looked just like her eyes.

He rarely saw her eyes. Partially because none of the royals really bothered with him. But her eyes were always elsewhere. Always focused on her next masterpiece or her mother (though, in hindsight, she had probably been focusing more on the throne her mother sat on); however, the few times her eyes parted, he found himself both intrigued and perturbed by them. They were a divine blue. An enchanting blue that compelled you to unlock their secrets, but a haunting blue that would curse you if you ever found the key. A distant blue, but a blue that lingered with you forever.

Her fathomless ocean filled those sapphire eyes.

"Done checking?" The tired SeaWing flashed, startling the chatty SeaWing. "Almost." He forced himself to quickly regain his composure, though his even face betrayed how unnerved he was all of the sudden. Before resuming his duties, he felt drawn to give the statue one more glance.

His eyes fell to the glittering pedestal it perched on. To the name engraved upon it.

Orca.

Couple of headcanons I worked into this (in case you were confused):

• SeaWings eggs look a little more like fish eggs (round and orange). Since deep water filters colors like red, they appear more blue here.

• SeaWings use sign language along with their bioluminescent scales to communicate.

[gensokyogarden]

Here's a little follow up on this with some brief details I've noted on each. Oftentimes, in Touhou, characters names either directly or indirectly draw back to their identity in some way. Take for example how Orin's name contains the kanji for Hellcat and then the kanji for phosphorous. I attempted to recreate that for an extent as I designed these oc concepts but, uh, Japanese is a language I only have the loosest grasp of and could not actually read without a guide. So very real change I was embarrassingly wrong with them. Still, I've noted what their names are meant to mean.

Kurisu (栗須) Fumi (踏み). Kurisu was chosen just because I find it to be a cute sounding surname, but it contains the Kanji for chestnut (and also mustaches) and so I've decided she does, indeed, like chestnuts. Now Fumi translates to stomp. This happens to be a double pun. The first is it's a reference to the Fumi-E, a device used to identify Christians during the Tokugawa era by the state. Second, given that she has become a giant stomping is her main preference for attacking.

During the Tokugawa era, Fumi was a Catholic convert working her way towards becoming a nun in the Nagasaki region. When Tokugawa Ieyasu began the persecution of Christians within her home region she would be executed. Drowned in the Ariake Sea her horrible death caused her spirit to become an Umi Bozu (Ironically a fate often said to have befallen Buddhist Priests).

At the bottom of the Ariake Sea her angry spirit slumbered for a number of years. Until a particular event within the middle of the 20th century suddenly caused her to awaken. The wrathful Umi Bozu proceeding to cause chaos for ships passing through the area. Before she could cause too much damage a certain sage transported Fumi to Gensokyo. Though legends about her may have helped to inspire a popular movie.

With no ocean to dwell within, she has been forced to return to a smaller form. Akin to the human body that she once had. Though, no longer wishing to be far from water, she chooses to live not far from the Sanzu river in a hut.

Fumi has the ability to become enormous. Allowing her to grow to towering proportions like that of a true Umi Bozu whose feat touch upon the bottom of the sea! In such a form she again takes on the appearance of an Umi Bozu. Becoming a shadowy creature with no distinguishing features beyond her enormous eyes.

Hikaze (火風) Fuwa (ふわ) Hikaze contains the kanji for Fire and Wind. A reference to the fact that kasha are supposed to swoop down in a sudden gale of wind and their association with the fire of Hell. Fuwa just means fluffy and is in reference to the fact that, apparently, Fuwafuwa (also meaning fluffy) is a popular cat name. I imagine Satori probably gave it to her when she was young. Fuwa may be shortening for Fuwafuwa she received from Rin.

Fuwa is a kasha in the employ of Chireiden. She is among the youngest of the kasha that are able to take a humanoid form and works indirectly beneath Orin. She is generally reliable, so Satori has started to rely on her for special assignments, but overzealous. She really doesn't think things through and will follow orders to an extreme.

Fuwa has the ability to see five seconds ahead. A future predicting ability that allows Fuwa to know where an object she is focusing on will be five seconds from now. Something that actually makes her quite effective at slinging Danmaku. (Sadly she had the flu the one time that Chiereiden actually got invaded).

Hakucho (白鳥) Sora (空) Hakucho directly means swan but contains the kanji of white and bird. I was trying to evoke the Russian idiom "white crow" being someone who does not fit in from their appearance. Sora being sky and directly referring to her, well, being a bird.

A Hell Crow that dwells within the Hell of Blazing Flames. At one time she worked beneath her senior, Utsuho, in maintaining the hell of burning flames. That is to say she chiefly helped to move the bodies which would be tossed into the fire. These days, her duties have changed greatly. With recent developments in Gensokyo her abilities have gone from useless to highly important to the Nuclear Furnace's function. She still works beneath Okuu but now her duties are making sure they don't all die.

Sora's ability is to measure fluctuations in atomic particles. While it has little to no combat ability, she is able to detect the smallest of changes within the Nuclear Furnace. Making her the first line of defense against a possible meltdown within the furnace.

Among her fellow Hell Crow's Sora has always been an outcast. It has not stopped her from fulfilling her duty but it has left her with little to no friends. As a result she is a rather sad and gloomy person, all things considered.

Summer Love. Well this one is pretty obvious. A lot of the fairies seemed to have pretty direct names, like Luna Child, Star Sapphire, and Sunny Milk. Seeing as she's intended to embody the concept of summer days, I thought the very direct Summer would work well, even if it means she shares a name with my screen name. The Love is 100% a reference to the classic grease song Summer Loving. Unlike the others I've rendered Summer's name in an english way because, well, it is in english.

One of the many fairy maids that work within the Scarlet Devil Mansion. Summer Love is a fairy that embodies the summer. More specifically those first warm summer days. Like most fairies she is not the brightest. She's also rather clumsy. Nonetheless Summer is full of enthusiasm. ... It's just that that enthusiasm causes her to often make problems worse in her attempts to help.

She looks up quite a bit to Lily White. After all she heralds the coming of spring, making her Summer's senior (spring came before summer after all).

She has the ability to increase the growth rate of plants. An ability that helps greatly in the preparation of tea for the manor or in caring for the plants that Patchouli gathers reagents from.

Kameo (亀尾) Mizu (水). Now Kameko itself doesn't mean anything, to the best of my understanding, but it contains the kanji for turtle and tail. I initially chose Kameo because it is a shortening of Kameosa but I think referencing turtles is also nice because turtles are cute. Mizu is just straight up the kanji for water. It is also used as a name, though it's typically masculine.

A Kameosa. That is, a youkai that is born from a water bucket or sake bottle. Much like Kogasa, her body is both the humanoid body you see represented in her icon and the bucket that she carries with her. Mizu is an assistant of the witch Patchouli, though not one that is kept within her library (you don't want a bucket of water around ancient books).

Mizu has the ability to produce large amounts of water. This is used by Patchouli as a source of water for her magic. As part of this ability, she is able to create sprouting geysers of her water from her bucket.

Okay so here is a list of oc ideas I'm presently playing around with in the background:

-Catholic/Kirishitan from the Tokugawa era that has become an Umibozu.

-Young adult kasha underling of Satori and Orin who is maybe a little too dedicated to her bosses.

-A Hell Crow subordinate to Okuu.

-One of the fairy maids at the Scarlet Devil Manor

-A henchman or two beneath Yuuma

-A Kameosa (my favorite kind of Tsukumogami)

[thatoddgent]

💫🌸🐸helloooooooo could I request some ghoul reader who is scared of the thunder and lightning? Some fluff comfort of the ghouls, each ghoul finding them cowering in fear and how each one’s reacts and what they do? Ghoul reader is newly summons and they are still sensitive to it and it’s There first storm?!

Thanks!

Calm In the Storm (Nameless Ghoul[ettes] x Gn! Ghoul Reader)

A/N: Finally feeling better, so time to get this out, thank you so much for requesting and even more for waiting. I really appreciate the love I've gotten on my work so far, and it's people like you that give me this outlet and the ability to share my work. I went with the approach of setting the scene and then splitting the scenario, I hope you like it! :)

Genre: Fluff/Comfort

Warnings: None! Pure comfort, unless you count mentions of overstimulation, or fear of storms.

The room was so quiet, but so loud, your head was so full but there was nothing all at once. A new life, surrounded by people you don't know, the looks and the sounds that greeted you, it was all too much.

Just a few hours earlier, you were surrounded by strangers, the stinging chill that filled your lungs being ripped from you in the commotion. They had summoned many before you, but how were you to know the pain you would feel by being called upon, by being created?

They had escorted you to the ghouls den, tossing you into a room that was set up in preparation for your arrival, but they didn't quit care enough to prepare you for this new life along with it. New sights, new smells, new feelings, they came in waves that washed over you harshly and now you felt stranded.

The cold stone walls, meant to shut out the outside world, trapped it and its noise inside with you, drilling it into your already aching head. It pounded at your skull, and the sharp night air pricked at your nose, which had also shared the abuse of your senses. Tears were stinging the corners of your eyes, and your heart yearned for something that wasn't there, and there was no denying that you were scared out of your mind.

A strange smell began to take over, the earth outside and the stone of thee building mixed together almost beautifully, almost blessing you with some sense of comfort. But, naive as you were, so young and so new, had no idea what the smell of rain meant. A small rumbling caused your ears to perk up, followed by the soft drip of rain on the ground.

You pried yourself up from the floor you were curled up on, moving the curtain hanging on the window just a tad, and looked out to the night sky. The glass began to wet, droplets gliding down the surface and pooling at the base of it, even if you were a bit on edge you couldn't help but be curious. Your eyes continued looking outside, and you swear you caught a glimpse of light in the distance, just for a moment.

Another rumble rang through your ears, followed by a loud crashing sound. It bellowed against the walls and you could almost feel the ground beneath you shaking, your body immediately falling to the floor. You wrapped your arms around your head, trying to block out the noise, but the only thing you were met with was the growing wet sensation on your cheeks. The sobs were soft at first, but they slowly grew until you felt like you couldn't breath, and soon you were left a shaking pile on the floor.

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Cumulus

As soon as the rain began, she started making her way to your room. Being the more nurturing one of the bunch, she always tried to look out for any of the new summons and ensure they were safe. She knew all too well what it was like, and for you to be the poor soul that was welcomed into the world with a storm this heavy, she was sure you weren't doing too good.

The closer she got to your door, the stronger your scent became, sopping with a feeling of despair and fear. Her pace quickened from a walk into a run, and she couldn't help but to open the door as soon as she got there.

Her head peeked around the wood door, searching for you in the room, and that's when she saw you huddled up on the floor at the end of the bed, so caught up in your panic you didn't notice she was even there.

She stepped in quietly, walking deeper into the room until she was a few feet away from you. Not wanting to scare you anymore, she knelt down on the floor, letting one of her hands reach out and press down on the floor in front of you.

You barely saw it from under your arms, but your head snapped up and your body flinched, not knowing who on earth could be in front of you.

Your gaze met hers, and through your blurred vision you began to make out her features. She had kind eyes, and the look on her face was worried. She was like you as well, sharp horns emerged from the top of her head.

"It's alright sugar, I know it's scary outside but you're gonna be just fine."

Her voice was smooth and comforting, it put you a little at ease. The hand that she had on the floor moved closer as she reached out for one of your own.

"I'm not gonna hurt you, honest."

You had no reason to trust her, but the first person to treat you with such kindness, you had a gut feeling that you could, so you rested you hand in her own and let her stand you up. She led you to your bed and sat you down, finding a seat just next to you.

"You know," Her voice was soft. "I always loved the rain, me and my daddy use to sit out on our porch and watch it fall, he would tell me the thunder was my mama saying hello."

A glimmer of sadness flashed in her eyes, and you wondered why she was sharing such a personal memory with you.

"I'm named after them, the clouds that grow all big and make it rain. I like to think of it as my way of telling my daddy I'm okay, 'course he probably thinks I'm up in heaven or something."

Your muscles relaxed and your head fell to rest on her shoulder, and she let out a sweet chuckle in response.

"How about you close those little eyes of your and listen in, focus on the sounds."

You obliged, your eyes drifting shut while you focused on the rhythmic pitter patter of drops on stone. You grew tired and you started to relax in Cumulus' touch, letting her hold you while you started drifting to sleep.

"Whenever it rains, you just think of me, I'll keep you good and safe."

A gentle rumble interrupted her, and she laughed again before laying the both of you down.

"And mama will too."

Cirrus

She was never a fan of storms either, pacing the halls trying to calm herself down, walks at night always did a good job at cooling her nerves. No one else was supposed to be awake, but she could hear, and smell, the lone soul who resided in the room at the end of the hall.

She was headed there anyways, and she couldn't just leave someone to fight those emotions on their own, that's when she saw that the room belonged to you, the newest ghoul in the ministry.

She opened the door hastily and made her way in front of you, in a bit of a panic to make sure you were alright.

"Hey hey, it's okay, can you talk?"

Your head snapped up to see who it is, but with the emotions spilling out of you, you couldn't bring yourself to care. You tried to choke out a few words, but the attempt was beyond feeble as another sob erupted from you.

"Poor thing... You stay right here for me okay?"

She stood from in front of you and rushed out of the room, she seemed to be on a mission because she barged through the halls in a direct path to what she needed.

When she returned to the room, she had a few things in her hands, and as she made her way back over to you a few murmurs were heard from under her breath.

"First day here and they couldn't even make sure you're okay? What a shithole."

She sat back down in front of you and laid the things in her hands on the floor. She obviously had no way on knowing what you like, so she brought a small variety of things to give to you to ease the stress. She picked up a set of headphones and placed it on your head, careful not to startle you too much.

The noise outside became nothing but a soft whisper, and your ears could finally rest without the constant assault of noise.

Cirrus offered you a smile, and you finally calmed down enough to get a good look at her. She spoke gently, you assume she probably had experience with stuff like this, but it was comforting for a stranger to care like this for you.

"That's better, huh? I hate this weather, I can only imagine how scared you must be..."

Your voice was still lost somewhere in the mess of feelings, but you found it in you to nod in response.

"You're probably a little too startled to sleep, so I brought a few things to keep you busy, and I can stay with you if you'd want."

Her hands gestured to the pile of items she brought, a book, notepad and a small handheld console waited for you. She didn't have a lot of time to pick stuff out, but she tried her best to hit all the bases for things you might want to distract yourself with.

You carefully picked your item and held it close, and Cirrus carefully guided you onto your bed. You two didn't talk much, but the silence was comforting, and needed, it gave both of you a chance to relax and focus on keeping calm. She stayed beside you for hours, until you finally found yourself drifting to sleep.

Her eyes rested on you for a while, making sure you were comfortable and didn’t startle in your sleep. In that moment you were her main priority, of course sleep does come for us all in due time, and she dozed off eventually, laying beside you under the covers.

Stratus

She loved to stay up and listen to the rain, even if it meant that she didn't get enough sleep that night, it just always fascinated her.

There was something different tonight though, along with the smell of petrichor that seeped in through the windows, a new scent made its way to her nose, one she couldn't quite place.

Being the curious little thing she was, she decided to sneak out of her bedroom and try to find the source, puzzling on what it could be, and as she made her way through the halls the smell grew stronger and stronger until she was face to face with your door.

Her eyes flickered to the tag on the door, a name she didn't recognize, paired with the smell, it didn't sit right with her. A hand made its way to meet with the old wooden door, given it a soft knock. She waited anxiously for a respond but heard nothing, but just as she was about to come to terms with the fact she seemingly wouldn't find an answer, she heard it, or rather, you.

It was so quiet and frail, she thought she might have made it up, but a small voice behind the door spoke a single word.

"Please." You muttered, fighting through your sobs and shallow breaths.

A pit formed in her stomach and she opened the door, trying to find the source of such a sad plea. You were already looking towards the door, and when your eyes met hers she almost teared up at the sight of you.

"What's got such a thing like you shaken up?"

Her voice was spilling with worry, and her body practically flew towards you. Though, before she could press you any further, another bout of thunder echoed in the distance, and the way your body jumped gave her the answer she was looking for.

She took your hands in her own, squeezing them lightly, her mind stumbling while she looked for an answer, anything that could help you calm down a bit.

"Would you like to see something special?"

The question did peak your interest, but you were still skeptical at such an offer, and from someone you didn't know, though you guess you didn't exactly know anyone here. You nodded your head weakly while you tried to slow your breathing a bit, Stratus massaging the palms of your hands while you did so.

When you were calmed down enough to stand, she helped you to your feet, wiping a few stray tears on the way up.

"There ya go! You just follow me, I promise, you're gonna love this."

You could almost feel a smile cracking at your face, the warmth she radiated was contagious. Your steps followed quietly behind hers, as you two made your way through a series of halls and stairs, all the way until you were met with a tall spiral staircase that lead to hell knows where. She assured you that it wouldn't be much longer, but you'd be lying if you said you weren't a bit exhausted by now, be it from the crying or the walking. The both of you made your way up the steps, and as she opened a raggedy old door, you were met with a breathtaking sight.

There you stood, on the bell tower of the chapel, gazing out across the night sky. The rain cascaded beautifully across the horizon, and you finally got a look at the abbey grounds in its entirety. You could see so much from there, from the blooming gardens to a long, winding road that made its way to town, it almost completely distracted you from your prior fear.

"It's crazy, right? I see this old place every day, but whenever I come up here it's like the first time all over again."

She stands next to you, her small frame leaning over the balcony rail, taking in every sight and smell she can.

"You know," Her gaze turns to you. "You're kinda like me. I was scared when I was first summoned, I never knew what to expect."

You listened, curious to see where she was going with this.

"You're not alone is what I mean. This is your home now, and were gonna make sure that you feel safe."

Your eyes began to sting with new tears, though the smile that faded onto your lips let her know that you weren't scared anymore. You scooted closer into her, carefully wrapping your arms around her frame, and she did the same, holding you in the most loving hug.

"Thank you." You spoke softly, finally letting her hear your voice.

You could practically hear the smile on her face when she responded.

"You don't need to, we're family now."

Aether

Slow, heavy steps made their way down the hall. Aether had spent the day running around in preparation for the summoning, seeing as he was the biggest of some of the ghouls, they didn’t question having him do any of the heavy lifting of equipment. He enjoyed helping, and would be lying if he said he didn’t like having people rely on him, but he didn’t love the strain it put on his back some days.

He was just happy it was done with, and he could finally get a chance to relax in his room, but on his way he got the idea to check up on you. He knew sometimes new summons had a difficult time adjusting, not to mention that on occasion they brought no memories with them, so he was prepared to protect himself if need be.

A loud rumble erupted through the building, and with it, the smell of absolute dread. Aether’s face dropped and he picked up his pace, following the smell to your bedroom. He placed a few firm knocks on the door before opening it, letting you know someone was there. A frown spread across his face when he saw you.

Body shaking, you looked up at him, eyes screaming for some kind of help in the way you couldn’t muster up in words. He walked over slowly, kneeling on one knee in front of you.

“Hey now, it’s okay, I’m here.”

His large hands found their way to your face, gently wiping at the tears that glided across your cheeks. With your vision clearing up, you began to recognize him from the ritual, he had been standing next to the man they called Papa.

You couldn’t tell if you liked that he was a part of the summoning, though, you were glad anyone was here with you at this point.

“Let’s get you off this floor, you gotta be comfortable so we can get you calmed down.”

It was a little amusing how he talked, it was almost father-like with the ‘we’ and ‘let’s’.

Aether was always incredibly empathetic as well, since his power often used emotions and such, so he picked up a trick or two when it came to helping people in distress. His tone was soft, and his voice low, offering a break from the overbearing sounds that had attacked your senses before.

He guided you to the bed, tucking you under the covers. He stepped away to pour you a glass of water from the pitcher on the table, and carefully placed it in your hands.

“So many tears, we don’t want you getting sick, small sips.”

The water met with your tongue, you hadn’t noticed how dry your mouth had become. The cool feeling washed down your throat, soothing the scratched feeling from coughing.

You were still shaken up, but you had started to come down from your emotion filled high, and he could tell.

“Would you like a hug? People says mine are the best, you know.”

You smile weakly, and nod your head, causing with to make his way into the bed as well. His arms make their way around your torso, holding you in a warm embrace. The supposed rumors were true, he hugged you tight enough to offer a comfortable weight, and his body heat soothed you, you weren’t sure if you’d ever want to move.

“Better?”

You laughed into his chest, eyes looking up to meet his.

“Yes, thank you.”

Your voice is beyond quiet, but he knows how exhausted you must be.

“If you’d want,” his hug loosens a bit. “I could stay with you tonight. I’d hate it if you woke up feeling like this again.”

Your smile widens and you lean into him, already getting comfortable under the cover of your blankets.

“I would love that.”

Swiss

The rolling thunder was nothing new to this ghoul, he adored the sound of it paired with the humming strings of his acoustic.

He sat propped back against the headboard of his bed, plucking lazily at the strings in search of a new melody, but something about tonight was different, and he just couldn’t get into his usual zone.

He brought the guitar to his side, placing down on the bed with a sigh. Tonight would be a long night, he was nowhere near tired either, so he would have to find something else to occupy his time.

Palms rubbing against his eyes, he began to pick up on a strange scent from outside of his bedroom, maybe that was what had been throwing him off? Whatever it was, he had to find the source, whether it be due to his frustrations or curiosity. He threw the strap of his guitar over his shoulder and made his way into the hall, following the trail until he was face to face with your door.

He knocked on the door, he wasn’t sure what he would say when you opened it, but he wasn’t one for planning ahead. When there was no answer though, he grew a bit concerned.

His hands met with the wood again, and he listened intently for any sort of response, that’s when he heard the muffle sound of sobbing from behind it. He opened the door slowly, head peeking around to scan the room, and then he saw you in the corner.

He walked into the room and shut the door behind him, pulling his guitar from his back and placing it against the bed. He stood in front of you, studying you for a moment before kneeling down to your level.

“You alright, kid?” His voice was low and smooth.

You couldn’t even bother to look up, just shaking your head hastily in response. His lips twisted into a small frown, he wasn’t usually the one people went to for this kind of thing so he wasn’t too sure how to help.

He remembered his guitar and plucked it from its spot, and he sat down in front of you, holding it loosely in his lap.

“Hey, you ever see a guitar like this?”

Your head lifted a bit, looking at the black instrument in his hands, you shook your head and he let out a small chuckle.

“She’s a ‘beaut isn’t she? She sounds a whole lot prettier with this rain, you wanna hear?”

He could tell that you were hesitant, tears were still pouring from your eyes and your body was shaking. You weren’t sure how to answer, and he was racking his mind for a solution.

“How ‘bout we start of slow,” He moved to sit beside you. “Pluck one of the strings, you can be as gentle as you want.”

One of your hands left it’s place on your head, reaching for one of the strings and pulling at it softly. The noise startled you at first, put it did peak your curiosity a bit. You looked up to him through teary eyes, only to be met with a warm, toothy smile.

“Good, now if you put your hand-” He guides your hand to the body of the guitar. “Here, focus on what you feel.”

Your eyes close and you try to zero in as he begins to play a simple melody, the gentle vibrations tickling the tips of your fingers. You leans into it, your whole hand pressed against the smooth wood, taking in the waves of sound. The tears finally stop, though your eyes still sting a bit, it’s all an afterthought now.

You hardly notice the clapping thunder outside, senses full of the smooth singing of strings that echoes through the room. Swiss leans into you, letting you rest your head of his shoulder while he plays, there’s something intimate about it, just the two of you and his playing.

He doesn’t stop until soft snoring joins the chorus of sounds, and he looks to see your head hanging low against him. He sets his guitar to the side and carefully shimmies from your touch, picking you up from the floor. You begin to stir in his arms, but quickly fall back to sleep when he places you into the plush mattress on your bed. He goes to grab his guitar and leave, but when he looks back to you under the covers, gets struck with a bit of inspiration.

He sits in a chair in the corner of the room and his fingers once again start to dance along the strings, as he finally finds himself able to piece together the tune that was stuck in his head before. And now, as his eyes begin to feel heavy with sleep, he silently dedicates it to you.

Sodo

He laid in his bed, hands covering his ears trying to block out the noise, though it didn’t work as well as he hoped. After a day of running around all he wanted to do was go to sleep, but being such a light sleeper the thunder was keeping him awake.

The blanket covering him was thrown angrily across the bed, his temper getting the best of him for a moment. A sigh left his lips and a hand traveled up to his temple, rubbing small circles in a feeble attempt to sooth himself. Kicking his feet off the bed, the only thing he could think of was to take a little stroll through the corridors and try to walk the frustration off.

The smell of rain was a whisper against the stone, barely there, but still present as ever. Sodo would be lying if he said there wasn’t a part of him that still yearned for it, the cool sensation of the water against his skin, droplets and waves alike. Maybe that was the real reason he hated this weather so much, his old life just just outside, taunting him with an embrace that was just out of reach.His eyes were beginning to tingle, but he’d be damned if he’d let someone catch him out here like this, so he took a deep breath and continued walking.

He wasn’t the only one though, because despite him calming down, the feelings and sorrow only grew stronger.

When he finally reached the door where it felt strongest, he could practically feel the emotion dripping from it, puddling at his feet. Despite his better judgement he opened the door, be it out of curiosity or worry, he couldn’t tell you.

The room was seemingly empty, perfectly made sheets on the bed and furniture that remained undisturbed, until his eyes wandered to the small bundle of a ghoul that rested at the foot of the bed. His eyes widened, what should he do? What could he do? It wasn’t like he knew you, let alone how to help, but the sight of someone so helpless had him act on instinct.

His feet gently padded against the floor as he made his way over to you, and he sat right next to your spot on the floor. A hand wandered to yours, giving warning that someone was there.

You flinched at the touch, but we’re so desperate for comfort or relief, you didn’t care where from anymore.

Sodo wrapped a thin arm around your body, pulling you to lay against his chest, never letting go of your hand. His eyes shut, and he tools a moment to focus on everything around him.

You felt his body warming under your touch, it startled you at first, but as the heat grew stronger you began to find it pleasant. Sodo’s free hand made its way to your face, and just like he had done before, he began to work little circles against you temple.

Your crying finally began to stop and your breathing slowed, allowing you to relax your senses just a bit. You looked up at the ghoul that was holding you, his eyes were still shut and his hair had fallen in his face, it almost looked like he had fallen asleep he was so at peace.

A gentle squeeze met your hand, and his eyes opened just a tad, letting the beautiful orange color of them seep out to greet you.

“You can’t tell anyone about this,” he said with a dumb smile. “It would ruin my reputation.”

You laughed hoarsely at the joke, your throat still a bit scratchy from the crying.

“Never.”

He smiled down at you, but his hold didn’t falter, instead, he pulled you closer.

“I don’t think either of us are doing too hot tonight…” His voiced trailed off, his lack of confidence beginning to show just a tad.

“You could stay, if you’d like to I mean. I think we both could use the company.”

He was stunned at the invitation, but he was also relieved that you were the one to ask. You both found a spot on the bed to relax on, and you continued to enjoy his gentle warmth until you drifted off to sleep.

Mountain

He could care less about the weather, this time at night was precious to him, a moment to himself to breath. And that's what he did, ever night, like clockwork, he headed to the kitchen to make a small cup of tea, something to warm his body and ease his mind, before he made his way to the usual spot. The kettle boiled, steam rolling almost beautifully from the spout. He poured some out into a large mug, with a fancy tea bag placed delicately inside, the earthy scent wafting straight into his nose and filling his senses. He sighed, rubbing his temples gingerly with his fingers, finally cooling off after a long day. It wasn't that he was stressed, per se, but he definitely kept himself busy, so having some time for himself to detox and wash off the days work was nice.

He picked the mug up from the counter, holding it firmly as he began to walk towards the balcony doors. He always found himself making his way there when he had the time, it was a perfect spot to take in the scenery and breath. His bare feet padded softly against the stone floor, his long tail trailing behind him, softly sway from side to side. On his way, just down the stairs from his destination, he found himself stopping almost subconsciously. He stood, feet planted in front a door that belong to someone he couldn't quite remember, no matter how much he racked his brain. It sounded familiar, the name on the small wooden plaque, but he couldn't match a face to the memory. And then it clicked. Mountain always tried to be in the know, monitoring everyone's schedules to ensure things were on track, it was just the way his mind worked, things done on time and done correctly. He had heard about the ritual, rumors spread fast when the people of the ministry have nothing better to do, and that name had fallen from people's lips a number of times. He stood still, listening to the sound of crying that could just barely be hear through the door, he had been so distracted by his own thoughts he hadn't even noticed your distress. He wasn't entirely sure why, but his body began to move on it's own, one of his hands leaving the warm cup and twisting the doorknob. He was almost surprised to see such a small, timid creature sitting on the floor, maybe he had been expecting some large beast, or someone more tall and lanky such as himself. Regardless, he stepped carefully into the room, his steps light and soft. His smell, or maybe the scent of the tea in his hands, must have set you off, the sudden change in your senses making you head snap up to look at him. He wasn't typically one to show a lot of empathy at face value, usually more of the person you go to for logical advice rather than comfort. But, something about the way your face was ridden with tears, the way your eyes were puffed up and your lips quivering, the intense fear that rested on your face, it made the corners of his lips drop ever so slightly. Closer and closer, you eyes locked onto him as he moved, until he stood just in front of you. Your arms dropped to your sides, hands pressed against the floor as though you were ready to retreat at a moments notice, your eyes looking up to him with nothing but distrust. He knelt down slowly, sitting on his knees, as much as it ached against his joints. He brought the large mug up towards you, offering it carefully. "It will make you feel better, if you'll trust me." His voice was soft, with a slight tired rasp behind it. Your ears perked up slightly, your eyes flickering between him and the peace offering, as it seemed to be. Your hands move from the floor, shakily making their way to meet his hands and take the drink into your own. The scent was pleasant enough, a soothing mix of herbs and petals that the ghoul had made himself. You sniffed at it, the smell drifting into your nose, as your eyes softened. The cup made its way to your lips, the warm liquid soothing the dryness in your throat almost immediately, the taste was somewhat floral, with a very earthy undertone, it made your body begin to relax into the hard floor. Mountain just watched quietly, his body unmoving to avoid alarming you further. You continued to drink the tea slowly, ever sip helping to ease your nerves more and more, until it seemed as though you had almost forgotten about the storm outside. It was a strangely comfortable silence, just the two of you together. Even though you didn't speak a word, you began to learn about each other through body language, the way that you both enjoyed the peaceful chill of the night air telling you almost everything you needed to know.

It wasn't until your eyes began to feel heavy, and your grip on the mug began to loosen, that the tall ghoul in front of you made any sort of move. He carefully pulled the drink from your grasp, placing it on a table nearby before turning back to you. It was a bit sweet, the way that you were slowly starting to drift to sleep, but he couldn't just leave you there on the floor.

So, he nestles his arms under you, slowly and carefully pulling you into his chest and carrying you over to your untouched bed. His body was warm, his scent reminiscent of the tea you had been drinking, it saddened you when he placed you into your bed, his scent drifting away as his body pulled from yours. He tucked you into your blankets, his body turning to leave the room as he felt a small hand tug timidly against his sleeve. Eyes wide, he looked behind him, your half lidded eyes gazing up to him. "Thank you..." You said with a quiet yawn, the need for sleep obvious on your face. He smiled gently down at you, pulling the hand from his shirt into his own, rubbing a few gentle circles with his thumb as you finally fell into the clutches of your slumber. "Of course."

[mellancholy-morose]

@puppys-teeth You said you wanted Au's and silly thoughts in this post. I'm finally getting around to responding like I wanted to. I made it it's own post cause it got long and this is basically just gonna be a list of my WIP's with some general information and thoughts with some links to some snippets I've shared previously.

Longfics:

Knowing Spirit Albarn is a Drag Current WC about 14k

This is the current longfic I'm trying working on. Spirit ends up doing drag at chupa cabras, Stein comes looking for Spirit and finds out his secret and is thoroughly amused. Stein keeps coming back cause he finds it entertaining and is trying to understand why Spirit's doing it. But Spirit's double life takes a toll on him.

A few snippets I've posted so far:

Here, Here, Here, and Here

Graves/Fountains (a Wip title) Current WC about 3k (not counting notes that are just dialog spread around my note taking locations)

Stein and Spirit go on a mission and things go wrong, they're both left unable to resonate with anyone, as they're both ignored their problems for so long their souls have gone into what is basically a perpetual state of self defense, so LD puts them both on mandatory leave until they can fix their shit. They end up working at Deathbucks to pay the bills when its been a while with no progress and LD is like 'we can't keep paying you'. They eventually are going to have to go into each others mindscapes and help each other deal with all these things they've buried deep. The wip title is in reference to the imagery in their respective mindscapes.

Pacts Writ in Flesh and Blood Current WC about 27k

A resbang I was unable to finish, as it got a bit too depressing at the time. I will come back to it eventually, but it might yet be awhile. It's present stein/marie and past stein/spirit. It's a supernatural horror au, that started from the idea of Faustian deals, if you know 'the magnus archives' there's also some inspiration taken from there for this one. The promo from resbang will give you a better idea what it's about and has some excerpts:

promo

P.I. AU Currently just notes

More like a very long fic. Its ensemble cast and its scope scares me, it'll probably be a while before I tackle this one, simply cause juggling an ensemble cast this large, and having to make sure the murder mystery makes sense is going to be a lot balls in the air. When it was first conceived it was intended to be Stein/Marie but I'm likely to pivot it slightly to make it still that to and extent but likely end game Stein/Spirit. Idk it's not currently very fleshed out besides some general beats I want to hit with things. Stein is Frank Stone (I think it's hilarious and this choice of mine will never stop amusing me) private investigator who's investigating his buddy Sid's death. also did I mention its the 1920's? cause its the 1920's.

Oneshots:

none of these titles are finalized and are more just ways for me to tell them apart from each other

Carnival Currently just notes

Based off that one ending image of Stein making Spirit puke on the teacups, Spirit is there to chaperone the kids, and asks Stein to come a long. Marie upon learning this implies its a date, which worms its way into Stein's head, leading to something of a disappointing experience when they go.

GD Current WC 2.5k

(I don't want to say the title of this one as it gives away something small that I haven't decided if I want the reader to go into the fic knowing about yet)

Current oneshot I'm working on, after a mission Spirit convinces Stein to visit his parents when he learns they're in the area. It is a bit awkward for all involved but Spirit is learning things about Stein he never knew.

A snippet of this one can be found here and here.

Two fucked up little guys Current WC 1.6K

This one admittedly is almost done, but I haven't felt up for finishing it. Set after Stein and Spirit stopped being partners and after Maka is born, but before the anime. Neither have good coping mechanisms for their stress and end up instinctually reaching out for each others wavelengths, and connect while half way across the city. It's angsty, there's some hurt/comfort but it's not got a happy end coming for it. Though this one is also one that after I post it and people are interested I might end up coming back to and expanding the story on later (and giving it a happier ending most likely)

Misc:

These are things that are minimally fleshed out and tend to be more prompts then actual Wips atm

Gay Pirates:

Spirit used to be steins first mate, now they both have their own crews, and spirit keeps boasting about his getting them into trouble. Maka mutinies her dad stranding him on an island but still kinda feels bad about it so sends Stein a letter addressed as if from Spirit for a duel to the death, and Stein ends up getting stranded on the island with him cause his crew get drove off while he's off board by the navy.

Road Trip:

Been sitting on this one for awhile, but @bcbdrums reminded me it was in my wips by mentioning her own road trip ideas on some posts. I was gonna work on this on the side of my long fic but it grew past oneshot territory and is likely gonna be a medium length fic so it went back on the backburner. It's normal world au and is a last road trip before Stein leaves for med school. But there's gonna be a time skip after the trip to after med school

Verbatim from my notes:

"You've got mail Au but with more dicks and its grindr, cause its 2022 my dude" (can you tell how long these idiots have been plaguing me? The ideas and wips are constantly stacking up)

Theater kids au:

Stein is a teacher, Spirit is parent who wont fucking go home

Some Stein/Spirit/Marie poly thing

Doesn't have much to it currently besides my thoughts about similarities between Marie and Spirit

Incubus Au

Likely to be a longish fic, Spirit is a incubus that's hanging around Stein for reasons (one of those not sure if i want readers to know going into it things) and Stein is a kind of John Constantine type

[mayimkjs]

FOOL's MATE Update Post #6

Master Post　　Last Update

School Date: Fall, Term 9, Week 7

Props & Costumes

I preordered TRANSFORM a bit ago, so that should be shipped at the end of the month or the beginning of next month. I also started to finish gathering props I want for the set that I need to order from Japan. I really just need some keychains (Jackalope, Haruka, Muu, Mahiru, Kazui & Kotoko) and an Es/Jackalope acrylic stand. So if you have any of those you would like to sell, DM me. I'm also thinking of commissioning a like minded individual, if he dose commissions, to make a set piece.

I started to put together some costume stuff. My plan is to have 3 costumes. The first is a simplified Es cosplay. It'll be somewhere between what the hallucinations costume and their actual design. None of the gold details and maybe I'll get a hat. The second is the original costume I was planning; Mikoto's outfit in MeMe. Then the third is his main outfit minus the straight jacket. That's just an extra costume for if I end up having to shoot in the studio for multiple days. I also just need the shoes and shirt for this.

Set

So a bit ago, my docu professor asked if I wanted to use any of the criminal justice rooms for a set. At the time, I had no plans to. But I got to thinking, what it the intro and outro are formatted similarly to the intros in "From the Earth to the Moon". If you haven't seen it (please watch it, it's really good), Tom Hanks walks in from out of frame and walks towards the camera while talking about the premise of the episode. So I was thinking, what it I do something like that using one of those rooms as a set.

For some background info, my school cares a lot about ambiance. So all of the specialized rooms (and the medical wing) are designed to look like what that room would look like in the field. So the criminal justice department has a "forensics lab" that I could use.

I also pretty much have permissions for the studio I want already since I'm choosing to do it on a Saturday. I work in our equipment room, so I also have access to all of the equipment and can unlock the studio door myself.

I'm also hoping my best friend can participate since he's a criminal justice drop out (he didn't feel safe with that degree). So he will be able to provide some commentary from that perspective.

Staffing

I'm staring to work on staffing. This includes both on and off set staff. So far, I only have one person set in stone which is Kyle. Kyle is one of my classmates, but he's also one of my coworkers. So I'm "forcing" him to be my Production Assistant (PA) for when I'm filming in the studio.

Part of this is looking for people to commission for both art and music. So I've been slowly DMing people on my list.

Organization & Paperwork

I reorganized parts of the Milanote document. I've also updated the source sheet. I've also started to make a glossary of terms used in the documentation, posts and docu itself. Comments are on to allow others to request words or acronyms they've seen me use. Comments will be wiped once I add whatever its suggesting.

Changes

Added

Birthday timeline convo

When was John born?

The MILGRAM Administrators Connections to the Id, Ego and Superego

Changed

Chapter 7 name

Expanded

What in Japan counts as murder?

Links

Research Doc (Comments on like always)

Milanote

Reddit Post

Feedback Form

Commission Form

Volunteer Form

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Fic Spoilers Masterlist

(last updated: 2024-01-25)

I've been thinking for a while that I wanted to make a masterlist explaining the spoiler levels of my various One Piece fics, and I don't have anything better to do right this minute, so here it is.

I'll be trying to keep it updated as I post new things, and I'll do my best to be thorough, but if I've forgotten about any spoilers in anything I've written, please let me know.

Also: I am generous in my definition of what counts as spoilers. This guide is as detailed as I can reasonably make it. At time of writing, I have posted fifty-three One Piece fics so far. There's a lot to take into account.

I'm separating the list into levels by chronological spoiler order (mostly determined by when the fics take place). Under those subheadings, things will be divided by light, medium, and heavy spoilers. If your definition of spoilers is restricted to major plot beats, the light spoilers sections will probably be safe for you, regardless of your story progress; that section is reserved for things like character redesigns, or offhanded references to plot events. Medium spoilers fics will probably not make sense without the appropriate context, or contain characters that haven't been introduced yet, but won't spoil any twists. Heavy spoilers, however, will.

AUs will be marked with an asterisk (*), for ease of navigation. Canon divergence will not. Otherwise, this list contains no character, relationship, content, rating, or word count information. It is just a spoilers list. (Note: more than half of these fics are rated M or higher. Proceed with caution.)

All right! Here we gooooo~

Spoiler Level 0: East Blue

These fics contain no spoilers past entry into the Grand Line (chapter 101 of the manga). Several of them contain no spoilers whatsoever, as long as you've met the first five crew members.

Light Spoilers: Strange Bedfellows (Strange Beds), On Their Altars You Lay Your Heart of Stone*, Good Meat, Duet for Sabre and Musket and its follow-up Coda: Reminiscence (Without Regret), and (to be sung to the tune of Stacy's Mom)* contain no spoilers.

Medium Spoilers: Two Masochists Attempt Wound Aftercare contains minor plot spoilers for the non-canonical film Clockwork Island Adventure. Losing Body Parts to a Goddamn Fish and A Rendezvous at the Baratie contain character and concept spoilers up to the middle of the Baratie arc (and the end note on Rendezvous references minor plot spoilers up to the end of Fishman Island). Familiar, A Chance to Die By The Sword, Pedestal, and Out Of His Depth* contain character and/or relationship spoilers up until the Roguetown arc.

Heavy Spoilers: none

Spoiler Level 1: Water Seven/Enies Lobby

The amount of work it would take to sort my existing fics by spoiler level for every single arc in One Piece does not feel worth it. Instead, I'm going by the most major plot milestones. These are the fics which are spoiler-safe as long as you've finished the Post-Enies Lobby arc.

Light Spoilers: Sanji Bi Panic™ and its sequel, Kitchen Shenanigans, are set during Alabasta and contain a character spoiler, but if you think you know who it is based on the titles, then you've met him.

Medium Spoilers: the thighfucking fic contains character spoilers for the end of the Alabasta arc. One AM in the Galley contains character spoilers for the end of the Enies Lobby arc.

Heavy Spoilers: none

Spoiler Level 2: Marineford

If you have not finished Marineford and the associated arc wrap-up, these fics may contain spoilers.

Light Spoilers: Regret is the Skin You Shed (Just to Make it This Far)*, Revolving Door, and A Study of Negative Space contain minor character spoilers for a character introduced during the Skypiea arc but not expanded upon until the Marineford arc.

Medium Spoilers: The Babygirl Problem* contains character spoilers up to the middle of the Sabaody arc. One More Song contains minor plot spoilers up to the middle of the Sabaody arc. Some Sort of Poisonous Cupcake*, Black and Fuchsia Sugar Roses*, Company Time*, Black Cherry Sangria*, Elsewhere, In a Different Training Montage*, Vain Creatures*, and Sweet, Bloody Porcelain* contain relationship spoilers up to the end of the post-Marineford arc for a character introduced during the Thriller Bark arc. A Study of Grief, I Suppose contains character spoilers up to the end of the Marineford arc.

Heavy Spoilers: Both Hands With a Heart to Hold* and A Treatise on Absence and Loss contain plot spoilers up to the end of the Marineford arc. They Grow Like Flames* and Mismatched* contain plot and character spoilers up to the end of the Marineford arc.

Spoiler Level 3: Fishman Island

These fics may contain spoilers up to the end of Fishman Island.

Light Spoilers: don't ask me who's driving, Just This Once, A Horny Interlude, Partway Through Some Training Montage*, and Horny Interlude II* are set ambiguously post-timeskip, but contain no spoilers. Portrait of an Oncoming Storm contains minor spoilers for the Return to Sabaody arc.

Medium Spoilers: Outlaw Red, An Eye for An Eye (Kuraigana, One Year In), Identical Sets, and Equals contain plot and powerup spoilers for the events during the timeskip. Government Dog contains minor character spoilers for promotions gained during the timeskip.

Heavy Spoilers: none

Spoiler Level 4: Dressrosa

You know the drill. End of Dressrosa.

Light Spoilers: none

Medium Spoilers: The Crocodile Teeth series (A Necklace of Crocodile Teeth, Strings Around His Wrists, and Almost Tame) and A Favour contain character spoilers up to the beginning of the Dressrosa arc.

Heavy Spoilers: Lazy Morning Head, Four Vignettes in Marine Uniform, A Guy With a Pin (to Burst Your Bubble)*, With Every Wall Ablaze Around Us*, Your Restless Dreams (I)*, and And the Devil Answers contain plot and character spoilers up to the end of the Dressrosa arc.

Spoiler Level 5: Whole Cake Island

Light Spoilers: none

Medium Spoilers: Apology on Wood and Canvas contains minor plot spoilers up to the end of the Whole Cake Island arc.

Heavy Spoilers: Pink and Gold and pervert faces [draft] contain major plot spoilers up to the end of the Whole Cake Island arc.

Spoiler Level 6: Wano

Light Spoilers: Smoke and Cherry Blossoms and A Private Moment (a Reunion) contain minor plot spoilers up to the beginning of the Wano arc.

Medium Spoilers: Fucking Pirates and A Particularly Sweet Red contain plot spoilers up until the beginning of Act 3 of the Wano arc. King of Beauty, King of Beasts contains spoilers up until the middle of Act 3 of the Wano arc. Shrimp Cocktail*, Sugar and Spice*, Home*, and The Beast, the Man, and the Princess contain minor plot spoilers up until the end of the Wano arc.

Heavy Spoilers: Insubordinates contains plot spoilers, and Gunpowder Hands contains character spoilers, up until the end of the Wano arc.

SPECIAL Spoiler Level: Chapter 1044/Episode 1071

If you've been completely spoiled for The Thing That Happens In Chapter 1044 Of The Manga/Episode 1071 Of The Anime, the following fic is otherwise spoiler-free:

Bearer of the Sun God's Crown*.

Spoiler Level X: Manga-Only

I'm only loosely keeping tabs on where, precisely, the anime has caught up to at any given time, but I'll try to keep my categories updated. This section may contain spoilers up to the most recent chapter as posted by Shonen Jump on Sundays. Do not come at me with the leaked chapters because I will deck you right through your screen. Thank you.

Light Spoilers: none

Medium Spoilers: none

Heavy Spoilers: none

...and that's all so far! All 53 [at time of original posting] of my published One Piece fics, arranged by spoiler level. I hope some of you find this helpful :) go forth and enjoy!

[chthonic-cassandra]

Recent books, fiction (including lots of retellings that I am a sort of a jerk about) -

Linden Lewis, The First Sister - reasonably strong sci-fi, quite solid for a debut novel. I picked it up and was drawn in for concubine narrative reasons; the most compelling of the novel's three protagonists is a young woman raised from childhood to be a one of an order of priestess-concubine women serving on spaceships and prohibited from speaking so as not to reveal the secrets they hear. I found this plotline affecting (as I would), but the novel as a whole needed to a work a little harder for the emotional investment of its readers. What was most striking was how vividly of the moment it felt within the genre - all these elements (neural implants, identity confusion of a somewhat dissociative nature, a particular relationship with empire, a particular handling of gender) felt recognizable as specifically characteristic of sci-fi of the past decade or so. I wonder how these stories will age.

Holly Black, Book of Night - this is Black's first foray into adult fiction; it's entertaining but not particularly memorable urban fantasy. Peculiarly, it bears a striking resemblance to Leigh Bardugo's first novel for adults, published a couple years back - both center around rough-edged female thieves (for a generous definition of thief) trying to work around wealthy men who are seeking power through magic while also getting entangled with a somewhat mysterious male love interest with an anguished backstory. This was fine. Black has always been a bit hit or miss for me, but this doesn't have the wild, self-indulgent edge of her strongest work, and the magic system is incoherent to the point of being distracting.

Swapna Krishna & Jenn Northington, eds. Sword Stone Table: Old Legends, New Voices - short story collection, new interpretations of Arthurian legends. Fine but not great. A few of the stories will stick with me, like Roshani Chokshi's Fisher King story about fate and Maria Dahvana Headley's epistolary retelling set in turn-of-the century America (interestingly, I haven't much liked the novels of Chokshi or Dahvana Headley's that I've read before?), but none of them deeply moved me or really made me see the originals in a new way. The modern retelling (by Jessica Plummer) with reincarnated (maybe?) Elaine as a barista will stick in my mind both because I was left puzzling over the author's choice of coffee orders for the Arthurian characters and also because it made me think wistfully about one of my old LJ friend's reincarnated Arthurian figures fic which I loved a lot and don't remember how to find again.

Gwendolyn Kiste, Reluctant Immortals - Lucy Westenra and Bertha Rochester are living out their immortal lives together in California in the 1960's when they have to deal with the reemergence of Dracula and Rochester into their lives. This was a cute novel in a lot of ways, but suffered from an unwillingness to commit too far in any direction - to its horror, to its humor, to its aesthetics. The liveliest parts of the book are when Kiste is setting the grotesquerie of Lucy's vampirism against 1960's Americana, and I think what the book really wanted to be was a kind of playfully feminist explication of the contemporary-set Hammer Draculas (probably without the Jane Eyre element at all, to be honest), but it didn't actually go there and so a lot of it fell flat. I was moved by Lucy's many deaths and her meeting Mina in the liminal space in between resurrections, but none of it was enough. Like another feminist vampire novel I read earlier this year (The Lost Girls), I theoretically appreciated its engagement with Dracula tropes from a different lens, but in practice it just played everything too safe, falling within this neat narrative of female revenge that is probably quite joyful for some readers but doesn't land for me.

Elizabeth Nunez, Even in Paradise - King Lear reset on Barbados. This didn't work for me; I found it scattered, tonally weird, and none of the characters felt emotionally believable.

Adania Shibli, Minor Detail (trans. Elisabeth Jacquette) - a contemporary Palestinian woman reflects on the rape and murder of another Palestinian woman by Israeli soldiers in 1949. This was moving and effective in its brevity, though the distancing effect of the one tragedy being seen through the other character's gaze/imagining was, I found, not quite what I ended up wanting out of the narrative. Interesting for my ongoing tracking of violence representations.

Katherine Duckett, Miranda in Milan - Miranda after the events of The Tempest tries to unravel the secrets her father has kept from her. This was enjoyable, at points quite so; the queer narrative was an especial pleasure after my Shakespeare group had just had a conversation about the pointed foreclosure of Miranda's opportunities for lesbian desire in the play ("no woman's face remember/save from my glass mine own"). But the plotting is pretty weak, and it's not as sharp a reading of the play as I would have hoped for. Still glad I read it.

Laura Sebastian, Half-Sick of Shadows - Elaine of Astolat retelling that I thought was just straight-up bad. Flat characters, incoherent world-building and relation to the legend (there are some pieces which are just imported assumptions from Mists of Avalon in a totally different setting), just really irritating.

Silvia Moreno-Garcia, The Daughter of Doctor Moreau - premise should be clear from the title. This was solid, enjoyable, didn't change my life. This is always my experience of Moreno-Garcia - I liked her early novels and was excited to see her grow as a writer, but to my gaze at least she seems to have just...stayed consistent. I enjoy her books, but I always want something more - I wanted them to be weirder, darker, more emotionally intense. This was no exception. I'll probably keep reading her work.

[lucianalight]

Apparently a lot of fandom and the Loki show itself believe that Frigga's death was Loki's fault. I decided to rewatch tdw in case I've missed sth and it was a good decision since yes I have had forgotten some details.

Let's see what the movie shows us.

The Dark Elves could sense the Aether activating. That was what woke them up. And they also knew its location and the fact that it was on Asgard and they knew the convergence was close.

"You will become darkness. Cursed to this existence until it consumes you. Until then no power our enemies possess can stop you." Malekith to Algrim

The Kursed was indestructible by any power the Asgardians possess. None of the weapons, Elvish or Asgardian work on him not even Mjolnir(only their own elvish made weapon that Loki cleverly activated destroyed him). He could bring down the protective shields on prisons which was built of the same material that could protect the palace. So no matter how many guards was on his way he could still reach his intended location.

The reason Algrim could get into Asgard in the first place was because of Asgard's incredibly weak and stupid security system that relied on 1 (one) guy who couldn't see Dark Elves or Jane(or probably anyone who uses infinity stones, or simple invisibility tech or magic).

The reason Algrim could get into the dungeons under Asgard's palace with no one noticing he is carrying a weapon inside a wound in his body, is again the same weak security system and an apparent indifference toward their prisoner's health.

Speaking of the prisons, where are the dungeons located?

Here, deep under the ground. And there are stairs.

Oh look another set of stairs.

Which leads to the only way in or out of the dungeon.

A set of stairs that from the pov of anyone who wants to get out, they should turn left. Look at the only one direction that the guards running in to join the fight.

Anyway stairs, stairs everywhere. Remember these because we're coming back to them.

Now let's see the events from Loki's point of view. There's an explosion in one of the cells. A creature Loki has never seen before(or probably didn't even know existed), is bringing down the cells' shields one by one without any effort(sth as far as we know Loki can't do himself) and Asgardian weapons don't work on him and he can kill anyone with a simple touch. He is definitely a threat. The kind of threat Loki's been dealing with during his time with Thanos. So he goes for an intimidating posture. A look that says I am dangerous and a threat on a whole other level than these scavengers. A look that means trouble and Kursed understands it very well . Loki's Asgardian looks and his different luxurious cell adds to his hesitation and suspicion in freeing Loki. And he doesn't risk it.

It is at this point that Loki says "You might want to take the stairs to the left". Alright which stairs? The stairs that are the only way out of the dungeons and Algrim should have turned left to get out no matter what?

"Maybe there was a secret door somewhere in the dungeon."

Ok how? Look at the structure of dungeons. It's a long tunnel above a deep empty space. There's literally nothing there.

Or maybe Loki meant these stairs? Alright then where? Right or left?

And after that? and after that? Did what Loki said meant Kursed should have kept turning left on each set of stairs to reach the security room where the protective shield control was located? A room that is clearly located far from the dungeons on the ground level because you can see the light of the day.

Or Do you mean the room was located right at the left of dungeons' door? And right beside Frigga's chambers? That doesn't make any sense. Let me remind you how massive that palace actually is.

"Maybe that was a path with less guards so Kursed could move around easier?"

No? He is leaving a trail of bodies in his path because no one is able to harm him. And most of the guards are either busy with the prisoners or defending the palace and city.

Moreover at that point, Loki had no idea that this is anything but a prison break. He had no idea that the palace was under attack because it hadn't happened yet. There was no sound of impact or the building shaking. Not until after Kursed was long gone. So Loki didn't even have any reason to send Kursed to that room so he can take down the shield.

The way I see it what Loki says to Kursed is an attempt to get free. Loki's telling him that he knows the palace. That Loki can be an ally if Kursed frees him. At the same time he doesn't give him any useful information.

Also notice that at first Loki is not worried and doesn't care what's happening around him. Not until he hears and feels the building is shaking. Not until he hears the guards saying that the throne is under attack. That's when he stands and looks around and tries to listen to what's happening.

(And I think part of that indifference in the beginning is because of the trust he has in Thor. That Thor wouldn't let anything terrible happen to their mother. One of the many reasons their fight in the boat is heartbreaking. Loki accusing Thor of letting Frigga die. The brother who Loki always looked up to, failed. Thor telling Loki that he wasn't even there. The brother he never thought would leave his side was now far away. It's also their shared grief and guilt. Neither of them were there to prevent Frigga's death.)

So how could Kursed find the room and Frigga's chambers easily in that massive palace? The same way they knew where to find Asgardians and their prisoners to get into Asgard without Heimdall noticing. They were an ancient race. Older than Asgardians. They had better tech and weapons and quite possibly prior knowledge of inner working of Asgard. Moreover as I mentioned earlier they could sense the Aether. That's how Malekith and Kursed found Frigga and Jane.

"But what if it was what the movie intended to portray? That it was Loki's fault?"

Well in that case they should start watching their own movies and make what they intend to show, not asking the audience to accept sth that isn't shown and doesn't make any sense.

But even then, even if Loki gave Kursed any notable info, Frigga's death still isn't Loki's fault. Loki's involvement is just a cog in the wheel of a series of events that end up with that result. It's the butterfly effect, not the cause and effect. Which is actually one of the main themes of the movie. The convergence. The nine realms separated but once in a while the borders between them thins and they align perfectly so whatever happens to one happen to all others. Just like how we are living individually but our choices can cause a chain of events that affects a lot of people. So at the end of the day we're all connected. Like the convergence that connected the realms to each other.

[muerteporfavor]

Hola!

It's been a bit again. I've been busy. (Not too busy for language study- although I do want to get a better structure for that soon.)

Today won't be a listing day. As it is pretty late where I am currently. But I wanted to write up an update about my life and this little Muerte Por Favor mission.

On Sunday of this week I made a decision that I would section off one day of the week to clean up one aspect of my space that I had been neglecting.

Monday: washing blankets. to be honest I had not washed my blankets for probably almost a year if not a little more. (granted I did switch out my comforter and one of my throw blankets during that time, but i didn't wash them. I just put on new blankets to replace them and moved on) Which is kinda gross but I have clinical depression so I get a pass.

Tuesday: (today!) I set up the mission to dust my room which I also have not done in about a year give or take. But I did it!! It took me like 4 hours because I also had to clean out my desk, reorganize my bookshelf, and hang some posters. But I did it.

Both times I did the thing even though I really did not want to. I wanted to curl up and not move or do anything. But I did the thing. And still had plenty of time to do fun things or work on other projects. I also called my dentist (got an appointment for tomorrow yay!) and I called a business about my application (to receive no response. Not so yay).

But I did the things and I'm proud of myself. I stuck to my goals and I followed through for me. The only point of this silly little thing. I didn't do the tasks when I intended to. I wanted to do them in the morning but alas I ended up doing them mid afternoon both times. Which I'm going to say is okay. Because they still got done.

Tomorrow I have to do laundry (which I'm actually going to have to force myself to get up early to do because I have dentist at noon so it has to get done before then).

Then Thursday I have to buy new jeans (I have none that are workplace appropriate- prior I had just been wearing leggings at my old job cause they allowed it but few other jobs seem to. So I'd like to get ahead of that) and clean out my car.

And then Friday is celebration for a long week of Getting My Shit Together. (I'm thinking I might go try out a cute coffee place that I've been meaning to for months now.)

I started this because I'm not sure what I want to do with my life right now. And I decided to completely reset my life in terms of cleanliness. Just to have something concrete to focus on in the meantime. I'm thinking I might go back to school but nothing is set in stone at the moment as I'm still trying to work on my commitment - follow through ratio.

So far I think its going well!!

That's all for now.

Its Muerteporfavor <3

[aladaylessecondblog]

Next chapter of Faal Hah Wuld

Summary:

The trip is silent until the first stop; Torovan is inquisitive and some arguing happens.

Follower

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15th of First Seed, @@@@@@@ 4E202, Afternoon(?)

The journey so far is relatively quiet, though I could do without seeing that one piercing eye of Torovan's when I look back to check he's still there. It's not the eye itself, it's just...the stare. I feel there's a lot behind it, but again...no questions asked or answered. He could be anyone for all I know. Whatever is going on, I'm getting paid for the job--and THAT is what matters.

We've stopped just inside Alftand, to warm up and to have something to eat before continuing on down into Blackrockreach. The chill is getting to both of us, but at least it makes things simple. I can't be concerned with anything and everything when it's so damned cold out.

Weather, like @@@ battles, is simple for me.

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Torovan took the bottle the instant Sadrith had it out of her fur robe, and then moved to the other side of the fire. He didn't speak a word until he'd eaten--she attempted to eat something as well. But her appetite was still stone dead from the skooma, so all she managed was a slice of bread and a small slice of cheese.

It wasn't until she happened to look in his direction that she realized he was watching her, and when she pulled out a book she glanced up a time or two to find he was still doing it. Through some of the lower bandages she could see a slight sneer.

"Did I drop something?"

"Words of Clan Mother Ahnissi to her Favored Daughter?" Torovan asked, gesturing, "Forgive me, I thought you were a Dunmer, not some cat."

"I grew up in a Khajiit caravan," Sadrith huffed, "It was like...a bedtime storybook for me. Comforting."

She looked back at the book in an attempt to distract herself from the weight of his stare.

And they gave birth to S'rendarr, the Runt. "S'rendarr, we give you mercy...

"We're not stopping now."

"I know." She didn't look up. "I didn't say I meant to."

The bottle in his hand was set back on the floor. "Yet you seem to be getting comfortable enough to do so. Are you not worried about the Falmer? The chaurus? Bandits, perhaps?"

"I would hear them coming long before they had a chance to see me," Sadrith replied. This time, with no small amount of annoyance, she did look up from the book for a brief moment. "I might LOOK like I'm not paying attention, but I am."

"You wouldn't last a minute in Morrowind."

Back to the book. This time she refused to look back up at him. Escort mission or not, she would not be mocked.

"I've lasted plenty, I just haven't been back recently."

Note to self, write mother a letter when we get to Riften...

There was a brief pause, and for that silence she hoped enough had been said that he'd be satisfied.

And the Heart of Lorkhaj was filled with the Great Darkness. And when he was born, the Great Darkness knew its name...

"Which of the Houses do you hail from?" he asked, "Clearly not Dres, if you're consuming that sort of literature."

"None of them. My mother comes of the Urshilaku tribe."

"And your father?"

"She never told me," Sadrith shrugged, flipping over another page, "She said he was an arrogant ass and I was better off not knowing him. At her age, she didn't expect to have...nevermind. Either way, I never knew him."

"He was probably a Telvanni," Torovan made a sound in his throat almost like a laugh. "That sounds rather like them."

The children of Fadomai tore out the Heart of Lorkhaj and hid it deep within Nirni. And they said, "We curse you, noisy Lorkhaj, to walk Nirni for many phases."

"And you?" she asked.

"What about me?"

"Are YOU a Telvanni?"

"I believe Sigurd told you not to ask any questions," Torovan replied flatly.

(Still, that stare persisted. It was not one of interest, she could see that much. But it felt like he was studying her, like she was a specimen under glass.)

"You were asking questions about me, it seemed only fair that I ask one in return."

"YOU are the one being paid here, therefore I will be the one asking questions about your background."

"I'm the dragonborn, what other background do you really need?" she shrugged. "I go all over Skyrim doing things any sellsword would do, and they get done because I have the dragon tongue."

She looked down at the pages, noting with an increasing irritation that she was reading the same one for a third time and yet still wasn't making progress on it.

...as is proper for Nirni's secret defenders.

Torovan didn't reply to her statement with anything more than a huff, but he soon added, "Let's keep moving. I'd prefer to cover as much ground as possible, to avoid running into too many of those Falmer."

"We're going to hit them regardless," Sadrith said, "And I imagine you'd welcome the opportunity for something to drink...to conserve the bottles, I mean. Blood is blood. And if you're worried about the danger..."

"Blood is not all the same, and I am not worried about being in any danger, only the inconvenience."

She tucked away the book as he kept talking; his complaints were in a similar vein. When she finally had her bags arranged again she stood. "If you needed to be done within a certain period of time, you ought to have told me that."

Torovan bristled slightly. "I shouldn't have to tell you--"

"Sigurd told me he wanted you kept hidden, he didn't say anything about doing it in a hurry. Haste and stealth do not pair well together. Even with Nocturnal's--"

Sadrith stopped the instant the word was out--but it was too late.

Torovan looked in her direction, and though she could not see the raised eyebrow, she was sure she could feel it in the way his head was tilted slightly.

Deep breath. Deep breath. It's not that big a matter. It'll be helpful. ...Gods, I should've guessed this would happen, it's past noon. The skooma sometimes wears off early...you should've KNOWN this would happen. ...but if I'd taken another sip, I wouldn't eat until tomorrow, either.

Her spiraling thoughts were broken by Torovan's question.

"You serve Nocturnal, then?"

tk tk tk

(A dwemer construct in the distance, she thought, the sound wasn't so loud)

"And if I do?" She took a deep, only slightly shaky breath. "I am a master at staying hidden when I wish to do so. Why do you think the Archmage chose me?"

"He told me you were discreet," Torovan replied with only a slight glare. "But I suppose it's only natural you should have the Mistress of Shadows as a patron. And your service--will it interfere with the trip to Riften?"

"No," Sadrith replied, "Not unless something goes terribly wrong."

TK TK TK TK TK

"Spider," she said suddenly, and when Torovan looked at her with slight confusion she added, "A dwemer spider's getting close by...maybe more than one, I can't quite tell. I'll go and handle it, just sit here for a minute."

Torovan's head tilted, and then he seemed to hear it too.

"As many times as I've been down here, they never seem to run out," she grumbled, and reached for Chillrend. "They don't usually come this far up, though...that I remember."

"I am perfectly capable of defending myself," he replied suddenly, "I'm not sure what Sigurd wrote in that letter but I am NOT going to be treated like some sort of invalid."

"Then get your things together, or the soul gems will be all mine."

She smirked.

Torovan huffed, and turned away to grab his bags.

[thereforepizza]



Edited and reposted here!

𝕊𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕪 When y/n is injured, they try to hide the severity of it, causing the boys to panic when it’s worse than they realized.

ℙ𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 None. Implied attraction to Hunter because, well, he’s hot.

𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤/𝕥𝕒𝕘𝕤 major injury/nausea/passing out. Doctor Tech. Comforting Wrecker. Sassy Crosshair. Concerned Hunter. You know—the necessities of a hurt/comfort oneshot.

if there’s anything else y’all see that needs tagged, please lmk and I’ll gladly tag it here !

word count: 2.3k

Consciousness hit you subtly and you groaned, setting both feet on the floor. You rubbed your eyes. Yesterday was one that you didn't want to remember, yet it came back to you in an instant. The darkness. A sleepy sigh. You made your body stand, though each sore, aching muscle protested.  One step and your right leg gave out, taunting the memory of your fall. Your throat loosed a whimper. Fumbling, you got up. A hand found the far wall so your face wouldn't have to greet the floor again.

You caught your breath, wincing as you moved. Stubbornness made you try again without a gentle touch. You needed to get used to the pain. This attempt to stand on two feet left you weak and defeated. It also sent a familiar nausea your way.

Yesterday, when you'd been hurt, you instantly lost the contents of your stomach. This struck the entire squad by surprise as you possessed a stomach of steel. Nothing could make you vomit. They brought you back to the ship and you passed out the moment your head hit the pillow of the lowest bunk. It wasn't your bunk, but they didn't want to fight you trying to climb. The last thing you remembered was seeing the look of concern in Tech's eyes your focus waned.

Supressing the urge to cry out, you limped through the shuttle. Each and every step made you sicker. Your fists were balled at your sides. Pride encouraged the poker face you plastered on as you went into the cockpit. They didn't need to see you parade such a weak state. 

“That's the thing, Hunter. We'll be out of supplies in..." Tech trailed off, squinting at the newly arrived form. You nodded a greeting and found a seat, uncomfortably aware of the four sets of eyes on you.

"Go on,"

“You should be resting," he stated.

"I'm not running, am I?"

He frowned at you, then at his beloved data pad. "We'll be out of supplies in two weeks. It's time we stop back by Kamino to restock."

"How long has it been?" Hunter muttered, giving you a glance.

"Based on each solar—"

"A long time," you hummed. You leaned forward on your elbows, but quickly retracted, finding a sensitive bruise on one elbow. "I'd estimate two and a half months."

Tech paused, gears at work behind his goggles, "You're almost correct. Two months and nineteen days. How'd you know that?"

A shrug and tilt of your head, "I have a good internal clock."

"My internal clock says we've been gone for forever!" Wrecker exclaimed. "I almost lost track of how many successful missions we've done."

Your fingertips graced the fresh bruise on your arm as you released your mind.

The blast hit the hut you’d stood atop as you rained hell on the droids around you. It was a misfire from a destroyed cannon, but it did its job. You awoke when Wrecker lifted a stone from you. When you stood, the world did not. You swore at Tech and threatened to shoot him when he tried to look over you for injuries. They rushed you back, and all you could think was a wistful, ‘don’t tell me I actually got hurt.’

"How are you feeling, Y/N?"

"Huh?" You looked at Hunter.

"You didn't hear any of what we just said, did you?"

Your frown traveled from Hunter to take in each of the boys. They shared the same expression: concern.

"I was thinking," 

"I don't want to alarm you," Tech began, and he looked at Hunter for permission to go on.

"You look almost dead. I've never seen you that pale," Crosshair piped in. His serious tone made your heart drop. 

Your trademark tough shell shifted, "Wh—what?"

"Are you feeling alright?" Hunter got to his feet and closed the distance baring a frown. "Be honest. This could be serious."

"I'm fine, Sarge,"

“I want to examine you," Tech said, "Crosshair, you can take over the controls—but be gentle!"

"Right, because I'd love nothing more than to crash the ship," he rolled his eyes. 

An extended hand sealed your scattered mind and you glanced up at Hunter. "Where we going?"

"To the bunks. Tech wants to examine you."

"I heard that," you grumbled, standing up.

The next thing you saw was the bottom of the next bunk above you. Inhaling sharply, head foggy, you took in the room. Hunter leaned against the wall, arms folded, scowl engrained in the skull adorning his face as he studied the floor. At least the nausea was gone.

You motioned to swing your feet over the edge of the bed when Hunter whispered, "Stay there, Y/N." 

He'd passed over to the bunk and pushed your feet back to the middle of the bunk before your mind caught up. The wealthy of Coruscant were likely more aware of their surroundings than you. You bid yourself close your eyes, and darkness greeted you again with far less abrupt arms.

You stirred at the sound of two distant voices. 

“They’ll need to rest up for a few more days, but we can't wait to set it for much longer."

"Do you know how to do that?"

A beat.

“I'll learn."

"Then do it. I reckon you'll need more area-specific anesthetics? I can go into town to get them."

"No need. The ones from the med-kit onboard should suffice."

A sigh.

"Please don't get this wrong, Tech. We need them to be okay." 

"They will be. Don't worry."

His gentle hand shook your shoulder and you drew a breath, slowly coming awake. Your first thought revolved around the time. How long had you been asleep? That you couldn't call a single number worried you. 

"Good morning, Y/N," Hunter hummed.

Your lips failed to formulate an intelligent reply, so you mumbled your similar return.  Your arms wrapped tightly around a soft bundle and you buried your face in it. Red and black fuzz tickled your face and you pulled it back to look at it. It was Lula.

"We need to you to be awake so we can test these pain killers. Once we're sure they work, you can relax."

"What's wrong?"

"You broke your... Tech, which bone is it?"

"The Tibia," 

"You broke your Tibia. That's the shin bone. We need to reset the bone so it'll heal right, but Tech wanted to test the pain killers first."

"Do you feel this?" 

A moment of confusion was followed by your looking down at Tech. He was pressing on your exposed shin. The pressure didn't cause any reaction, but the sight of your wounded leg did. Fascinated, you wanted to touch it.

"No, no, lay back down, Y/N." Hunter was pushing you back onto the bed.

"Do you feel this?" You frowned down at him, wondering why he'd repeat his question when it struck you. He was pressing on another part of your leg. This was supposed to hurt.

"I don't feel any of that... is that bad?"

"Quite the opposite, actually."

You caught the skull's armor relax through your peripherals. He turned to you and you met his eyes without a sound. A reassuring smile crossed his lips and you caught yourself thinking about just how handsome this man was. It took a moment to pull you back. Then you heard what he was saying to you.

"You can relax. We'll take it from here."

He didn't have to tell you twice. You were already embracing the darkness with joy, Lula tucked in your grasp. A long time passed, you couldn't be sure how long. When you finally came back, you found yourself drifting away again. This repeated until one time, you were able to hold onto a relative instance of consciousness. The dim room shifted as you sat up and scooted to lean your back against the wall, Lula at your side.

This was not the Marauder. 

Foggy eyes scanned the disastrous room, hesitating on the fresh tally marks carved into the wall. They moved to the droid head on a table in the center of the space where Tech and Hunter sat. Eventually your gaze drifted to the pile of dirty blacks and then to the window that was pelted with large raindrops. You hadn't been on Kamino in a long time. 

"Good to see you’re awake," Hunter greeted, setting aside the shoulder plate he had been cleaning. He had removed the top half of his armor.

"It hasn't been two weeks already, has it?" You muttered, noticing that Crosshair and Wrecker were gone. "Tech said two weeks."

"It's been three days actually," he moved to lean over your... his bed. Resting his arm on the wall above the rather large alcove, he looked down at you. "I suppose I'll give you the bad news. You went into surgery as soon as we got you back. You've got pins in your leg and an appointment for physical therapy in a few days. Overall, the surgery went well."

"It would have gone better if you hadn't hidden the injury and tried several times to stand on the broken bone." Tech muttered, leaning both elbows on the table as he looked up from the data pad in hand. Then he paused, eyes darting to the side. "On a similar note, I should've recognized the symptoms immediately. Nausea and fatigue are trademark symptoms of a broken bone."

"Hey," you waited until he looked at you, "Don't start the blame game, buddy. That's not happening."

A heavy sigh left his lips and he bobbed his head in agreement, "Sorry. I suppose I'm just flustered over this. Ever since you fell from that building, I knew it had to be worse than you let on, but I didn't want to say anything as I was sure you knew better than I regarding how bad your injuries were."

Hunter, who had been listening until then commented, "None of us realized how bad it was till you passed out in the cockpit."

"I didn't realize..." Searching for a response in a discombobulated mind proved pointless. "I'm sorry. I should've been more forthright."

"We forgive you. I want you to know that we care, Y/N." You found Hunter's dark eyes, "Please tell us next time if you need help."

A beat followed and you nodded. "I will."

A minute later, the door hissed open and in came Wrecker followed closely by Crosshair. They both paused, staring your way. An enormous smile struck Wrecker and he raced over to you like a little kid. Your attention was enveloped in huge arms. 

"How are you doing, Y/N?" He held you at arms length and looked at you, brows stitched together. "I was worried sick!"

"I'm doing good, Wreck. I am pretty tired though." You stole a glance at Crosshair who stood near the door toothing a toothpick. "Apparently I have a good poker face,"

The sniper huffed, the corner of his mouth twitching into a rare smile. You turned back to the large man who moved next to Hunter. Wonderment came over you again at the individuality of each man in there. 

"Well," began Hunter, "I think now would be a good time to get some brunch. What do you say, boys?"

Wrecker whooped in approval and the others moved to the door while Hunter stayed behind, sitting on the edge of the bed. On his way out, Tech shot Hunter a questioning glance that was answered by a subtle facial queue from their leader. He nodded and followed his brothers through the door.

“You not going to eat?"

He shook his head, "I ate before they got up." 

"Ah," you hummed.

Steady raindrops drowned the silence that ensued. The empty look in Hunter's eyes didn't miss your observance. He stared at nothing, all the while staring at the galaxy. You wondered if he knew he did this from time to time.

"Are you okay?"

The light reignited in his eyes and he turned his focus to you, "I will be,"

"Oh?" you raised an eyebrow, "What's up?"

He hesitated, eyeing the floor. "Just... when you passed out? I haven't lost any of my brothers in this squad. For a second, I thought I was going to lose you. I've never really let myself think about that before."

The expression he held when you had woken a few days ago spoke a novel when paired with those words. Every mission that went well grew confidence in the boys. You saw this consistently. That confidence was probably shattered the moment they realized that one of them could get hurt. Did all of them freeze up in a moment of panic when you collapsed? 

That image made you shutter. You imagined their expressions pitying you as you failed to hide your pain. The thought of their worry plagued you. It was... mortifying.

“But you made it," he whispered, "and you're alright."

"I am,"

It took half an hour for the others to return. When they did, you found yourself watching in fascination as they interacted. You'd never seen regs behave with such chemistry. Truly, these boys were different. You knew you'd be in good hands while you recovered from this inconvenient injury. The best part was that you'd have four... well, three caring clones to keep your spirits up as you did so.

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Thanks for reading!

At the end of each one shot, I like to add a little Q&A to interact with readers. Feel free to comment a response!

Q. Have you ever broken a bone?  If so, would you be interested in sharing the story?

A. Nope!  I've been close a time or two, but I have yet to break any bones

[mrskurono]

title: Monstrous Hospitality || Naga!Makki x fem!Reader

a/n: now I’m not saying Makki brings out the worst in me I’m just saying I’d like to fuck him in every possible way including a monster au.

word count: 3.4K

tags: monsterfucking, dubcon ish (just to be safe), tail fucking, tongue fucking, size kink, cervix fucking, creampie, fingering, oral (fem receiving), mind break(?), breeding kink, unedited

character(s): Takahiro Hanamaki (hq) 

heavy nsfw undercut ⇾ ⇾ ⇾

Roiling waves behind you. Creak of broken boards left when you found this cave dipped into the landscape of the beach. You sought shelter as much as you sought another face among the wreckage.

Your heartbeat pounded in your ears. Drowning the crashing water outside the cavern. Leaving you to not much else but your frantic thoughts.

That noise itself was trumped by the insistent drip of water from the stone walls encasing you. Each tick of the sea water into numerous puddles around you set your nerves further on edge. Even the breeze from deep in the cave sent chills skittering up and down your spine. On guard you saw something move out of the corner of your eye when there shouldn't have been anyone but you in here. Perhaps your prayers of another survivor had been answered.

Clasping a hand over your mouth to keep all incriminating noises dampened. Every fiber in your body wanted to survive but also not be alone. Breath held and teeth clenched you fixate your gaze off into the murky cavern trying to see if your eyesight was betraying you or not. 

"You're awfully far away from the shoreline...."

Your own hand over your mouth instantly gripped too hard on your own cheeks when you spun around to the unannounced voice behind you.

Immediately you gasp at the familiar sight of another human form among the rocks, "You! Are you from the other ship that cra-" 

Your celebration cut short. Regretfully, as the man once leaning into a boulder was a fleeting comfort to your frazzled nerves. It was soon stripped from you as everything from the torso up happened to be the only thing familiar to you. Instead when this stranger stood up your words choked in your throat. 

Lips curled into a smile that would be considered charming had the rest of this creature not rippled with scales when he descended down to where you were. Panicked and looking around, you took a step back. 

This wasn't a human. Face of a human but the very body of a beast. 

You couldn't tear your wide eyes from the way the massive rippling muscles of his tail-like lower half moved him to you. A slither closest to a serpent as he came winding down to you. Fixated on you and you alone as no one else could have been mistaken in this cave for an intruder. 

At first from across the cave he appeared to be comparable in size. Now though as he loomed over you with a charmed smile on his lips. You felt the stomach knotting dread fill you that this inhuman creature stood nearly three heads taller than you. For as panic stricken you certainly seemed. This cave dweller didn't say anything about your clear terror.

"You're looking for survivors?" A bend in his body. He leaned down so the two of you were eye level. Still though you couldn't bring yourself to look away from his scaly lower half. Hard not to comment on your rudeness he finally straightened back up and crossed his arms over his bare chest when you didn't answer the simple question, "That's awfully rude you know?"

"W-What-?"

"Barge into my home and then staring like I'm what doesn't belong." He moved forward. 

You, in an attempt to keep distance between the two of you, did just what your body told you to do. Which was step back. Poorly calculated as your foot slipped on the wet stone underfoot. Before you could brace for the impact of falling. You found something warm and thick curling around your waist.

Ready to scream when you saw his tail wrapped around your waist. You got put to the ground with less roughness than if you'd fallen flat. But still his gesture to set you down knocked the air out of you. Leaving you to accept it as he came to sit next to you. Reclined into the rock. And staring at you. His intent gaze making you not move.

"Were you part of all that ruckus outside my home earlier?" His thin brown brows arched up, "It's quite rude you know."

"I- I didn't-" Mouth full and like your tongue was suddenly made of lead, you couldn't form a real coherent thought. Which only seemed to amuse the scaly creature, "The crash was- I'm so sorry I didn't know this was your home- If you let me I can leave- I was just looking for others and I-"

Dribble out of your mouth really. Cute and amusing. He listened with little intent to hear what you said. Instead his narrow eyes focussed on what was your heart, beating so fast he could see the flutter of your pulse on your neck. Much quicker than the drip of the sea water off the stone walls around you two. He watched your heartbeat give your fear away as the drip around you became louder and louder.

That same tail that had caught you suddenly wasn't as gracious now. He draped his scaly lower half over your lap. Watching you squirm under his heavy tail. Your hands no place to be put but held up by your breast as you attempted to not touch him. Finally his simple smile turned into a crooked grin. 

"That was an awfully big crash outside...and in a storm like this," He shook his head with a simple click of his tongue, "Don't think it would be very safe for you to run out back into it."

A gulp. You look down at his winding tail. Watching and feeling as the tip of such a monstrous appendage came curling around your ankle. If you were to run now chances were he'd trip you instantly. Trying to calm yourself with a shaky breath. The thought of calm was dashed when his tail didn't simply just curl around your lower leg. No. Now you felt the ripple of scale covered muscles move up your leg. Encroaching on your thigh but when you looked over at him next to you all the monster had to do was offer a friendly smile at you.

"Weary little traveler...caught in storm and all alone," As his voice dipped lower, so did his tail until the tip strayed against the inner most part of your thigh. Heat from your core felt against the serpentine's tail. He leaned back into his arm right next to you and watched as you tried to avoid eye contact with him at all costs, "...big bad monsters will eat you up if you leave now...best you stay safe, with me."

For as quick as your heartbeat had threatened to pop from your chest. Now it relocated. Much to your disdain. When the tip of the creature's tail brushed up against the crotch of your panties. You'd been so focused on trying to calm yourself that when his tail finally reached its destination the contact caught you off guard with a little gasp.

Against better judgement you tried to get up with such a jolt, "I really should be-" 

"What? Going so soon?" Yanked back down. But not where you had been sat beforehand. This time the creature was not subtle in pulling you down on his lap. Even when your breath hitched in your chest it was only for a meager second, "Stay. Have a meal with me even weary traveler....It's not often I get company."

"I should really go out and help I can't-" Your weak willed reasoning fell on deaf ears.

Much like the way his tail invited itself to your body. His broad hands were doing the same thing as he kept you pinned to his lap. Causing you a shudder feeling what could only be described as one fluid ripple of his scale covered muscles moving under you. Like he simply was getting comfortable. 

"You haven't even learned my name yet...and I've been such a gracious host letting you stay here," His lips, a stark hot contrast to the cold sea air, made short work of your nerves as he brought them against your ear, "Nor do I know the name of my little guest...won't you tell me your name?"

Lump in your throat hard to swallow. You felt something else uncomfortably hard but it was dashed from your mind with the way his tail rubbed itself unabashedly against your groin. Legs forced to be splayed on his massive muscle riddled lap. And wrists being gently held to your side by his hands. You were stuck.

 "....y/n....m-my name, that's it-" You couldn't control the prickling goosebumps finding their way onto your skin with the way his breath tickled your ear. Perhaps if you played his game, then you could leave unscathed.

A grin curled on his lips. He lifted his face away from the crook of your neck but not once let go of your hands. Never mind the way his tail grinded between your legs leaving you with an ever growing fog creeping up on your mind. Your heartbeat no longer thudding in your chest.

"My name might be a little hard for a mere human to pronounce....but," His words stopped just in the same time your breath caught in your chest as the tip of his tail slipped past the fabric of your panties, "...I suppose you can call me Makki."

Clear as day what his name was. It didn't matter though when the tip of his tail slipped past your folds. Soaked as the cavern walls from the teasing, Makki's tail slid inside your cushiony walls with little resistance. Making the beast chuckle deep in his throat.

"My my," Lips finding your neck again and his grip on your wrists loosening in the same breath, "Seems like my hosting has really taken your mind off all this terrible weather and those scary monsters out there."

Nothing short of a croaking moan left your lips. Consumed by the way his tail curled up inside you at angles you weren't even familiar with even from the most skilled lovers. The smooth feeling of his scales only lending to delving deeper in your cunt as your juices coat him. A fullness like none other. Where it should have burned from the stretching sensation was quickly washed over with the way his tail swiped over your velvety walls.

"F-Fuck-" All that could make it past your gasping lips. Head tipped back into his chest and eyes half lidded. You could hardly tell it was a monster if you looked at him like this. Only his charming smile in your field of vision as his tail began moving in you once more.

"Human's feel much different than other naga," Makki grinned down at you. Watching his own tail violate your cunt as he finally let go of your arms. With the way you gripped his sides under you he had no fear of you running away anytime soon. Leaving him to explore more of your human body.

Of course the monster's hands found your breasts. Squishing and tugging at them until he began rolling your nipples between his thumb and forefinger. Quite enticed with the way the hard buds looked in his grasp. Forgetting the work of his tail until a new noise came from you. 

"Oh?" He chirped pleasantly at the sensation of muscle tightness around his tail, "Did you cum already? I wasn't watching, a shame."

Pulling his tail from your insides. Makki examined the wetness covering his scales. Giving it a sniff before flicking his tongue against the little gift you left him. What he found was more than just a palatable taste. Instead he licked his tail clean before looming over you with his hands gripping your thighs.

"A real meal!" He exclaimed with two fingers being pushed inside you before you gathered yourself or your thoughts, "This tastes much better than anything in this cave."

Still reeling from your previous orgasm. When his fingers pushed inside your cunt there was no way you could recall running away now. Instead you grabbed for something to stabilize yourself with his exuberant fingering. Finding no better handle than reaching back behind you to loop your hands around his broad neck. Beast leaned over with his bare chest pressed into your back. Holding onto him was the best you could do as every fiber in your body tingled with immeasurable pleasure.

Reverberation of his pleasant hum in his chest. Makki didn't thrust his fingers inside you much. Only dipping them down to his knuckles and twisting them around until they were soaked in juices. Just to pull them out and slather his tongue in the fresh taste. The half a dozen times he did it left you panting and thrusting your hips up into him for some kind of relief of the knot growing in your stomach once more.

Frustrated with just small tastes he was getting on his fingers. Makki finally had enough. Instead he pulled his fingers from you. Some sort of a whimper in protest but that was cut short from your end when he lifted you up from his lap. Reminded in a second how small you were in comparison when he lifted you above himself. Mouth full of teeth and wide open sent a fearful thought racing through your mind. 

"No wait please- don't eat me I-"

Quickly thrown aside when the row of teeth weren't the intent at all. No when his lips made contact with your cunt it was his tongue that quickly slipped inside you. Squeaking moans leaving past your lips as he held you above himself like it was nothing. Twisting and writhing his slippery tongue inside your cunt. Makki just refused to wait long enough to lick it off his fingers. As a guest it was only within your right to offer him something tasty in return.

"M-Makki! Makki fuck-" Forgetting even the moments before when his tail already stole one orgasm from you. With the way his tongue massaged every inch of your twitching cunt in an attempt to drink you dry meant the beast was leading you right into another orgasm. Legs twitching and fist fulls of of his short cropped brown hair. You couldn't squeeze your thighs together hard enough for him to stop. Instead the hungry beast lapped wildly at your core until suddenly your screams echoed to the back of the cave as you came once again on his tongue of all things.

His tongue only slowed when your grip loosened and your labored breathing became shallow. Makki pulled his tongue from your folds. Licking up what he could from his lips and cheek as he sat you back down on his lap. Unlike before when the smoothness of his belly scales was all that you felt. Something wet prodded the inside of your leg. In a sort of daze when your weak legs spread further apart on his lap you caught a glimpse of something red in contrast to the creamy paleness of his underbelly scales.

"My look how excited you've made me," Makki smiled down at you. Like before his tail was coming up to greet you. But unlike before you found it didn't stop at your legs. This time the broad muscly appendage recurled itself around your waist, "You took my tail so well...lets see how well humans breed."

Lifted once more. This time not higher than it took for him to adjust you on his lap. Your body still on fire even after two orgasms. Craving more and you hand no idea how when you felt as limp as could be. You could only hold onto his chest for your own sake as Makki moved you on his own whim.

The same sliminess. Now closer than just your thigh. Instead it slid up your soaked cunt lips. You gasp the second his cock head brushes against your clit. A sensation reminded after he hadn't touched your sensitive bumble once. The lewd  reaction bring on a grin to the monster's lips.

Wordlessly the enormous monster guided you onto his cock. Hotter than anything his tongue or tail could produce. Your insides felt like they were melting as the thick knot like base of his cock finally sunk down in you. The twitch of his inhuman cock against your cervix. Certain his cock was pushed all the way into your stomach at this point. You couldn't help pant and grab at the monster's chest as he let you rest on his massive cock for a second.

"You tasted so good....I see why we eat you," Makki's lips brushing against your parted ones. The pleasant fucked out look on your features were adoring. Much like a little pet. He peppered your face in kisses as his massive body began forcing you to move up and down slowly on his girthy cock.

Mind fuzzier and fuzzier with each orgasm. Now when your legs splayed apart on his lap. Cock lodged deep in you with some oddity to his knotted cock bumping your deepest parts. You felt like you were suddenly loosing your mind. Forgetting all about the ship wreck or looking for other survivors. All you could see was the charmed smile in front of your face as Makki guided you up and down on his cock.

"F-Fuck- I- I can't take it-" Your head droops down. Hardly able to keep yourself up as he does most the work and your body just tightens around him. Each time you were pulled down on his cock and it felt almost like too much. Everything was eased with the way your clit grinded against his scaly underbelly. Sending ripples of pleasures through your body and allowing you to take every inch of his cock in your little human cunt.

"Shh you're doing so well," Praise falling from the monster's lips. His own breathing quickening in pace. Coming deeper and more ragged as he moved you up and down his cock quicker. Thankful you were doing so well because he wasn't sure how careful he could be with such a little thing.

Drool leaking past your lips. All you could see was him in front of you. Forgetting the cave. Forgetting everything before this. Consumed by the feeling of Makki's cock stretching you out. Feeling like it was getting bigger and bigger. You had no idea it was as he began thrusting into you harder. Fucking you with each time he pulled you down into his lap. Adoringly your hands cupped his cheeks. Wildingly bouncing up and down on his cock unable to help it. You were loosing control once more.

"Shh not yet....shhh just- just a little more-" Makki's words law. His thrusts growing ragged and his chest heaving in short breathes. You stared up at him in fucked out bliss as his brows pinched together and he loomed over you. Suddenly he was much less scary in the moments his hips shuddered under you.

An inhuman throb inside you. Not once had you noticed how larged his cock had grown until the monster held you down on his cock and the gush of hot flooded your senses. Just the swelling sensation of his eerily hot cum spurting inside you was too much to deal with. Body trembling your legs try to close but his broad lower half keeps you spread and impaled on his cock. 

Makki knotted thrusted deep inside you as your third orgasm washes over you. Twitching and spasming around him so hard that simply the amount of cum filling you overflowed around even the bulb of his cock keeping you connected to him. Finally it was all too much. Robbed of every last ounce of energy. You drooped into him. Feeling the monster's cock pump his cum inside you. No idea how much he'd fill you with. Nor caring. 

The familiar sensation of his tail curling around you once again. This time with his hand coming down to stroke your cool cheek in an almost sweet gesture. You couldn't move. And you couldn't be bothered to move atop his enormous body. Makki had simply been right all along. It would have been too dangerous to leave the cave. You had no idea the monsters lurking out in the storm. At least in here, you understood the monsters were friendly.

[wackybuddiemewbs]

Buddie Moodboard - Stardust AU

To send this much ahead: It's another moodboard no one asked for, yet here we are. And I've been officially (as per this post's reply) enabled by @justsmilestuffhappens, so any complaints can go straight (hehe, straight with those two dorks from that weewoo show...) there.

A fallen star may be a common happenstance for many people, but those who know of the magic all around us will tell you that a star is more than a light in the sky. And they will also tell you that there are many people who'd a great many things to obtain a fallen star.

In his hometown Wall, Eddie readies himself for the next battle after his return from the war. His wife left Wall. He only found a letter, telling him that she cannot be with him anymore, after he ran away from his duties to play soldier, leaving her to fend for herself. Not even catching a fallen star would help that matter, as she writes.

Eddie is willing to put that to the test. After seeing a star fall, he sets his mind to bring it to Shannon. His grandmother gave him some Babylonian candles that could take him right to the star and then to Shannon. But only once he passes the wall of Wall, which gave it its name, by the way.

Unfortunately, he is not familiar with the workings of those candles, so almost all the candle is gone when he lights it to transport to the star. Even worse so, the star is not at all what he assumed it to be, proving hard to be stuffed into a pocket: It's a man who makes his discontent about his situation known. Loudly. Not quite what Eddie envisioned a star to act like. Not that he had any reason to think stars had a way of acting to begin with. He thought they were just stones of precious metal.

So much to that.

Be it as it may, the star calling himself "Buck" expresses no concern whatsoever for Eddie's perils, arguing that he has better to do than help him "win back a woman who's likely gotten lucky, staying clear of such a mule for a husband." Eddie uses a magical rope his grandmother also gave him to tie Buck to him. After all, too much is at stake. Buck can laugh about it all he wants, Eddie does not care. He will deliver that fallen star to his wife.

At the same time, some other place on the other side of the wall, an evil Witcher awakes from his slumber, readying himself to find the fallen star. After all, only a star's heart grants immortality in this world. And since it has been many years since he saw a star fall to the earth last, it is due time for him to replenish.

Buck, still none too pleased with any of this, makes his swift escape thanks to a very helpful unicorn. What does he care for this stubborn soldier trying to win back a woman who expects miracles of him to somehow keep loving him? That makes no sense to Buck. He may not know much about love but that which he learned from a distance, but that much he can tell: It is unconditional.

Or at the very least it should be.

And anyway, he has important business to attend on earth. He is already far too late anyway. Because Buck was foolish enough to hesitate for what was only seconds in his own time. Though years have passed down below since that moment he froze.

But never again.

Tired and in pain from the rough landing, Buck stops at an inn that almost miraculously appears in the midst of nowhere. The innkeeper is a nice fellow, even though his son seems to have more in common with a goat than anything else. Though Buck rather takes up with such antics than the brute treatment of the soldier who had the audacity to tie him up and drag him to his wife to settle their quarrels.

After a bath and some rest, he will be as good as new, as the innkeeper tells him. And for the first time ever since he landed, Buck feels anything close to happiness, something close to kindness.

Eddie, meanwhile, has a strange dream, a soft voice calling out to him, telling him to find the fallen star, or else he will die. Eddie rushes to save Buck once he awakens, even if that means to trick someone of royal blood into giving him a ride.

He makes it just in time to intercept the innkeeper from cutting Buck's chest open to carve out his heart, revealing himself to be the Witcher. Using the last stump of his candle, Eddie urges Buck to wish them home, only that to Buck, sadly, home is in the clouds. Amidst a thunderstorm, that is no good place to be, both have to find out the very hard way.

If all of that wasn't bad enough, they are then captured by pirates harvesting thunderbolts in the sky. Captain Nash is known to be brutal and ruthless, which means neither one may ever make it home again. Tied back to back, the two finally have some honest conversation. After all, with death so near, there is no need for secrecy, now is there?

Eddie reveals that he wishes to redeem himself to his wife, so she may come back not just for his sake but for his son's. She ran out on them because of Eddie's actions. He hoped that by showing his devotion to her, she may come to understand that it was a moment of weakness and that she will forgive him. So his son does not have to suffer for his inadequacy ever again. So he is no longer stricken by grief and sadness.

This confession does soften Buck's heart. While he still believes that the endeavor is futile, he knows that a parent's love for their children is indeed unconditional and the purest thing he ever gazed upon from above the clouds.

Buck, for his part, lets Eddie know that his affairs on earth revolve around his sister. She fell from the sky before him. Mere seconds. But he hesitated a moment too long, which means she has been on earth for a few years. They wanted to fall together, away from their parents, whose love had been bound by conditions.

Buck only ever started to shine to make up for the absence of a dying star, his brother Daniel. Daniel did not fall, though. He simply burned out before his time. He understood too late that their constellation looked wrong because something was amiss, and his light did not shine bright enough to fix it. He was not enough, plain and simple.

Buck is taken aback by Eddie's promise to help him search for his sister, under the condition that he comes with him to his wife first. Before she takes leave to another town and out of his grasp forever. Maybe Eddie is not at all what he seemed to be. And maybe, just maybe, Buck was not entirely wrong in his longing to fall to not just watch from above but to live among the humans.

If they make it out alive, that is.

Readying themselves for what's to come, Captain Nash makes his presence known. Strangely so, the man reveals himself to be nothing like the legends told about him. He is a passionate cook, always sees to his crew's wellbeing, and is smitten by his wife working for the royal guard of Stormhold - a union kept under wraps for just those reasons. The Captain fakes Eddie's death to appease his men, who know nothing about the Captain's true self.

Or so it would seem.

Eddie is to remain hidden until they can deliver the thunderbolts to the next best dealer, so that he can appear to them in disguise to travel the rest of the way. So the plan, at least.

Once they arrive, Buck is made to come along as the Captain's "prisoner". But as he wanders about, his eyes catch sight of a boy who does not look like he belongs with the questionable dealers that lumber around this shop. The boy reveals that he used a stump of a Babylonian candle to go search his father while his grandmother was asleep. And since his father pursued the fallen star, he wished himself to land right where the star was headed. Worrying about the boy, Buck insists on taking him aboard.

The surprises seem unending as the crew gets to know Captain Nash's "nephew", only for said nephew to see his very own son in Buck's arms.

"It appears I haven't seen my nephew for so long that it escaped my notice he had a boy in the meantime. Congratulations!"

That seems to settle the matter with the crew, at least. Eddie, meanwhile, is none too pleased to learn that his son somehow managed to find him in this other, very dangerous world on the other side of the wall. Christopher seems to pay no mind to it, instantly taking a liking to Buck, wanting to know all about how it comes he shines sometimes.

Captain Nash agrees to escort Eddie's son to his wife. She will deliver him safely back to Wall in no time, as he is well aware of her resources, including many Babylonian candles.

And so, the merry crew spends quite a joyous time. Christopher seems to light up about as much as Buck does. Finally, he gets to know true kindness, friendship, and companionship. He enjoys cooking with Captain Nash, fencing lessons with him and Eddie, and dancing around on deck, swinging Christopher around just to hear him giggle with sheer glee.

Before they part ways, the Captain advises Eddie to be very cautious. He knows what Buck truly is, and he understands that there are many people out there who'd do him harm only just to obtain the magic of a fallen star. Eddie vows to protect him, as Captain Nash promises to oversee his son's safe return.

Eddie manages to stop a caravan ridden by a witch, a woman who seemingly won't take notice of Buck, no matter how loud he yells at her. She agrees to bring him to where he needs to go. As it turns out, Shannon since returned to Wall, which means that all they have to do is go back home.

While the witch keeps up her part of the deal to deliver him as he is, she still transforms him into a mouse for the travel. Buck is shocked and demands of the witch to lift the curse, but she won't notice him.

How strange.

Be it no matter, Buck watches over the little mouse, and believing himself safe to speak right from his heart, admits that he fell in love with Eddie, that he loves him and his son and would want to spend the rest of his days just with them. That if he was enough for them, that would be more he could ever ask for.

His shock is all the greater once Eddie wakes up after his transformation at the inn he dragged him to, smiling oh so softly, asking questions about something a mouse wanting nothing but cheese should have no business worrying about.

As it turns out, he heard every word Buck spoke. But before the star can panic, Eddie embraces him, telling him he feels the same. The two spend the night together. And for the first time, Buck spends his night dreaming, dreaming of a bright and happy future.

The shock is all the greater for him next morning. He innkeeper tells him Eddie left him a message, delcaring that he chose Shannon after all and will do what's best for Christopher. With his heart broken, Buck wanders about the town aimlessly.

Buck is just about to cross the wall, hoping to bid farewell to Eddie and Christopher before going ahead to find his sister, only to be stopped by just that woman, begging him not to cross the border.

Maddie knows that he will turn to stardust if he crosses the wall. She tries to soothe her distraught brother, but that is when the Witcher reappears and takes them both to his castle.

Unaware of this, Eddie seeks out Shannon to speak to her, only to find a lock of hair he'd taken along turned to dust.

And so, he runs to keep his promise, so he may look upon his star again...

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wrote some fusehound fic, figured i'd crosspost it here! set in season 10, because i started it then and love some angst

we once thought gods could bring us home.

Here, beneath the stone raven’s sheltering wings, is where Bloodhound sits to save themselves the dishonor of looking upon their home. Talos is plastered with their banner, the emblazoned title of CHAMPION staring back at them wherever they look, and it is easier to sit atop this cliffside sniper’s perch, facing the arena’s edge, than to bear witness to the destruction of all they hold dear. Behind them, Skyhook looms, and though the Harvester has stopped its violent beam into the sky, the heat of the lava that ripples through the arena curdles Talos’ once clear, still air.

The planet is dying. Despite their mask, and the bloody taste of victory upon their tongue, they can taste the death of their homeland. It is copper, it is heat, and it is vile.

They hear him clinking in their direction before the voice rings out.

“Houndy! How’s my favorite champion?”

The voice, while not entirely unwelcome, breaks apart their thoughts much like its owner’s weapons of choice. Fuse sits down beside them, not waiting for an invitation, and holds out a cold beer, already having opened one of his own. He deposits a few more bottles between them, careful to make sure none fall off the cliff’s edge.

Condensation drips down the walls of the bottle, and Bloodhound cannot help but to think of the ice gathered in Climatizer, and the way it steams into the lava below.

They take the beer, but say nothing.

“Figure we’ve earned a victory drink, eh? Good work out there!” Fuse clinks his bottle to Bloodhound’s and takes a drink, downing the small amount that was left. He takes another from the pile between them and holds it, waiting. Bloodhound does nothing, says nothing; they cannot drink, nor celebrate. Not yet. The smell of death is still too close, and Talos’ winter winds will only sting their throat more.

Fuse lets the silence sit between them for a minute, remarkably quiet. He is waiting for them to speak first, Bloodhound realizes, and they sigh, knowing that he may be waiting for quite some time yet.

“Talk to me, Houndy,” he finally says, hazarding a smile. “Clearly there’s somethin’ on your mind.”

And he asks it so easily, too. Like it is nothing to him. Like he can bear it.

“It will not mean anything to you,” Bloodhound scoffs. “You did not grow up here. These burdens are not yours to carry.”

Fuse snorts and opens the beers for both of them. “So?” he asks. “I've listened to countless drunken rambles in dozens of Salvo bars that meant nothing to me. But anything you have to say? ‘Course that'll mean something. Cuz it's comin' from you.”

Bloodhound looks up from the water droplets on the bottle and stares. Never before had they been so grateful for the impassive lenses of their goggles, or else Walter would have seen their bewilderment.

Composing themselves, they sigh once more. They reach up and detach the lower portion of their mask, setting it gently on the ground. They take a deep drink, letting the bitter lager drown out the taste of blood, and consider what to say. Fuse grants them silence as they drink together, the thundering clouds of Talos a fitting accompaniment to their thoughts.

“It is not anything noble or grand. Our daily lives are—” they falter, cough. Correct themselves. “Our daily lives were nothing to write stories about. They mean nothing to anyone but us.” Quieter, they add, “Nothing to anyone but me.”

Fuse takes a long drink and hums. “Stories don't have to be grand to mean somethin', Houndy,” he says with a shrug. “Like I said, it's comin' from you, so it means the world already.”

Bloodhound blinks. They clear their throat, and while something in them is curious, hopeful even, they falter. Hope has led them astray before, far too many times.

For what it is worth, Fuse allows the silence. He looks at them for a while, raising his eyebrows and grinning in open invitation, but when Bloodhound turns away, he lets them sit. Lets them stew. Though Walter is, like a handful of the other legends, worthy of their time and therefore their respect, he does not outweigh their planet. He does not outweigh their sins.

The dried grass crumbles beneath their gloved hands as they brush their fingertips along it. A sign of something frosting over far too quickly only to be thawed faster still. Roots that have been dried to dust…not entirely unlike themselves.

The striations of the rock upon the cliff face stare back at them, the untouchable majesty of something so ancient and stalwart and constant, something that withstood the test of time only to be undone by the touch of man. Stripes that tell the stories of ages and storms too great to understand stand tall around the arena, this spectacle of death. For all their prior judgment of Boone’s interpretation of the hunt, it is shameful to see how much further they have fallen. Would he blame them now? Would he understand? And truthfully, would it even matter? To be justified in the eyes of one person could never outweigh the rightful fury of those they have committed to death.

So lost they are in their contemplation, that when Fuse brushes his shoulder to theirs, they start at the touch.

“C’mooooon,” he says, voice low. “Try me. Swear I’ll be quiet.” Another wiggle of his eyebrows.

Despite it all, Bloodhound cannot help the chuckle that escapes them. They look back down to their beer, picking at the corner of the label as the condensation soaks it through. “Very well,” they say, and consider how to begin.

“I do not know Salvo’s weather patterns, but here, before…” they gesture behind them, in the direction of the Harvester, “The first sensation of winter creeping in, when you step out into the dawn’s soft light and your breath crisps up in the cold. You breathe in through your nose and start coughing right away, as the chill settles in your lungs.”

They look in the direction of the Geyser. “The microbial pools. The stench of sulfur and metal is even worse when there is not the smell of construction and fuel to overwhelm it. And though it burns your eyes to look upon it, every color we can perceive you can see in the pools. On clear days, the clouds reflect upon the still surface, and what lies beneath is far more beautiful than even the stars at night.” They look up, sighing wistfully, as though the stone roof of the raven’s wings holds within it the night sky. “And the stars? Too many to count, and so many that learning to navigate by them involves more mistakes than successes. Being in a ship and flying among them cannot compare to sitting beneath them on a warm summer’s night, with someone you—”

They stop themselves. No. Not that, not those memories. There is none of this that they can get back, and these memories ought to be of Talos, not of him. They clear their throat, hoping Walter does not notice their voice catching as they do.

“The first flush of birds from the forest,” they begin again. To their relief, Fuse does not comment on their blunder. “When you snap a twig underfoot, and the shame that comes with it. So you learn to walk quieter. You step softer, and with respect. My uncle taught me to go out every morning with the sunrise and sit at the same spot by the water’s edge. There, the animals would come to know me; the rabbits and birds began to ignore me in the same way that they would a tree, and would reveal their hidden lives without fear. I learned how to smell a prowler on the wind from those rabbits, and which plants and berries I could eat. And I learned how, when winter strips us of our comforts and compassion, those same rabbits could feed a village for a day.”

Countless, timeless little memories, all lost. Their goggles are fogging up now, with tears that have been waiting far too long to spill. Without thinking, they reach to wipe them away, and succeed only in rubbing at the lenses.

Walter does not hesitate when he reaches out to wrap an arm about their shoulders. Bloodhound wants to shake his arm away, wants to insist that they are more, that they have learned the lessons of the rocks and mountains and can shoulder the weight that they have brought upon themselves. But the bottle in Fuse’s hand drips against the fabric of their jacket and dampens the cloth, and it feels so much like cool rain against their skin that they let themselves pretend they are worthy of it.

“It was always others,” they finally say. “It was always someone else sacrificing something for my home. My parents died here. My uncle died here. My culture and my home dies here. And I alone have walked away the victor.”

They gesture to the banners across the field, their name brightening the screens.

“How does that make me a champion, Walter Fitzroy?”

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“The stars sure look beautiful today.”

From that night on you and Seonghwa continuously exchanged shy glances, and even the simplest touch would make you blush, as you both reminisced what had happened that night. You anxiously waited for the day you would finally belong to each other, and as the night approached, the both of you started feeling butterflies all over your body.

You had decided the wedding would be small. Not because you weren't extravagant, but because none of you had friends, so it wouldn't make sense to throw a big party. Although the King, without your knowledge, had ordered the most beautiful wedding dress, and he couldn't wait for you to see it.

One day, you decided to take a peek at the ballroom, where the wedding would be taking place. You could see he tried to minimize the red and black, but it was stronger than him. It did look beautiful though... The gold chandelier lit up the sparkly room, decorated with rose petals cut in the shape of a heart, and several portraits of you and the King beside each other. You wondered when those had been painted, but you were honoured. Your heart was clenching in adoration as you noticed the contrast between the portraits all around the castle compared to those. Every painting of the King you had seen so far was of him with a stone-cold expression, but in all of these you were both smiling, laughing, or looking at each other lovingly. The King make sure to capture his favourite moments in all of these paintings, from the day you met, to the picnic in the garden.

"Thank you, Miss."

You were startled to hear a voice behind you while you peeked through the barely opened door. You jumped slightly and turned around, but calmed down once you saw it was one of the maids. She was looking at you with her big, sparkly frog eyes. At some point, it freaked you out, but after seeing them every day you got used to the frog people.

"You're welcome ma'am, but what might you be thanking me for?" You asked, quite confused.

"You've made our lives infinitely better with your presence. Our King has really changed... He said 'thank you' the other day. I have worked for him for a decade and not once had I heard those words from him. He treats us like people, not like servants. You are a blessing, Miss."

You smiled at the maid, a sad yet sympathetic smile.

"I know it's a lot to ask, but I beg of you, give him another chance. Seonghwa is but a neglected, traumatized child in an adult man's body, and I'm trying to help him become a better person."

"I cannot promise anything Miss, but if he truly shows the people mercy and compensates them for all we've been through, the people might give him another chance."

You gave her a slight nod, and thanked the maid for her honesty.

"Hey!" A voice called from up the stairs.

The maid excused herself, and you looked at the staircase, to find a distressed Seonghwa running down towards you.

"Did you see the room?" He asked arms crossed over his chest.

You stayed quiet for a second and looked away from the man who stood apprehensively in front of you.

"No?" You lied.

"Aw come on! I wanted it to be a surprise! I knew I should've covered that paintings."

The image of a sulking Seonghwa was the most adorable thing you had ever seen. You wrapped your arms around his waist and laid your head on his chest.

"I'm sorry, but I was too curious..." You paused and looked up at the man "If it serves any consolation, I was very surprised, and I loved it."

"Really?" He happily asked, flashing you his pearly whites.

You hummed in agreement, earning a small kiss from the man.

"Well, the surprises aren't over. There's a couple more, starting with tonight's dinner."

Before you could ask what he meant, Seonghwa grabbed your hand and dragged you towards a small room in the attic. It took a while to go up all of the marble stairs, and you were out of breath once you reached the room, but it was worth it.

The King gripped the golden handle of the red, wooden door, while looking at you with a big grin. Once he pushed it open, the most beautiful sight was prepared for you. The roof of the small room had a beautiful glass skylight, and the stars looked down at you as you stepped inside. There were white rose petals scattered all over the dark wooden floor, and a small table with two chairs sat in the middle. On the wall right in front of you was a lit fireplace, and the table was set for two, with the most beautiful cutlery you had ever seen. You noticed a letter sitting on one of the dishes, that you assumed was directed at you.

"I, uh... I learned to like white roses." Seonghwa said, embarrassed.

You remember the first time you met when he freaked out over the white roses in the garden. He moved to stand behind one of the chairs, and pulled it back.

"Come, sit down."

You obliged and sat down on the chair he held out of you The male sat in front of you and motioned towards the letter.

"Tomorrow we get married, and there are many things I want to tell you, but I can't. So I wrote it down."

You grabbed the letter and opened it. The King's calligraphy was beautiful and easy to read, but it didn't surprise you: everything about him was very neat.

'Dearest Y/N,

I'm sorry you have to read this, instead of hearing me say it, but I know that if I were to tell you how I feel, half of my sentiments would be left unsaid. I have lived a short life that felt very, very long. These years have dragged on relentlessly, but ever since you arrived, time flies. I hate going to sleep and I can't wait to wake up, to be with you, to look at you, to kiss you... I have had many experiences that I thought were love, but the second I laid eyes on you, I knew all of those previous times were wrong, I finally knew what love was. And recently I've come to find that love isn't only one thing, because somehow my love for you grows in many ways every day I spend with you. You may call me crazy, but there's nothing I wouldn't do for you, and I will keep my promise of changing to be a better King. Even if you stop loving me, even if you leave me, I will hold up my promise as proof of my everlasting love for you. But I must confess, I've imagined us growing old together, and one day, when I pass the crown onto my future child, I hope it is your child as well.

Forever yours,

Seonghwa.'

Tears streamed down your cheeks like two rivers and your bottom lip trembled as you read the letter.

"Ah, those are happy tears! Correct?"

You set down the letter and wiped away said tears with your wrists.

"Yes, yes they are. This was beautiful, Seonghwa, thank you."

"I'm afraid that's as far as the surprises go today, because when it comes to dinner," Seonghwa paused, revealing two sandwiches that would be your meal "I'm afraid it's mediocre. I tried my best but everything I made came out raw or burned, I'm afraid this is as far as my cooking abilities go."

You were surprised and very touched that he had done it all by himself, even if it were just some lousy sandwiches.

"You made dinner by yourself? Well, my good Sir, they must be delicious." You joked as you took one of them.

They weren't good, but they weren't bad either, and you appreciated the effort that had gotten into them. You imagined what kind of King Seonghwa would have been if the previous King had chosen to raise Seonghwa instead of his sister... Surely a kind, caring King that everyone looked up to, one every eligible young woman (and man) would bad their eyelashes at. It was truly a shame... But it wasn't too late for a change, you were hopeful.

You spent that night together, cuddling and telling stories while looking at the starry sky, and you eventually fell asleep on the many pillows Seonghwa had sprawled on the floor.

The next day, you woke up with a smile, remembering that your wedding was in a few hours.

You laid on top of Seonghwa and kissed him.

"Wake up sleepy head."

Seonghwa smiled, wrapped his arms around you and flipped the two of you, so you'd be under him.

"Good morning princess."

You help his face in your hands and smiled.

"After today I'll be a Queen."

"My Queen."

Your sappy moment was interrupted by a knock on the door.

"Sir, Miss, I'm afraid we must commence dressing you for the wedding."

The King peeled himself off of you with a groan (but not before kissing you). He helped you get up, and the two of you followed the maid that took you both to your assigned fitting rooms. Seonghwa had picked his own suit, but you had no idea what he had in store for you. The second you opened the door, you were met with the most beautiful dress you had ever even imagined. It was white, with a tight corset that expanded into a glamorous princess-like puffy tulle. The tulle had many layers, and its bottom was decorated with pearls. The corset, while sleeveless and heart-shaped, had lace appliques that covered your chest and arms, and the torso was decorated with many sparky stones. The veil was equally decorated with pearls and had a tiara attached to it.

Attached to the dress there was a letter.

'They say white symbolizes faith. I have faith in you and in our marriage. Much love, Seonghwa.'

The maids helped you dress, very carefully and with care. They truly seemed to like you. One of them even fixed your hair in a pretty bun and attached the veil to it.

They had spent around an hour fixing everything, and when you were almost done, the door opened.

"The King is waiting for Miss Y/N."

And that was your queue to leave the room. You carefully walked down the stairs and made your way to the big ballroom, once the doors opened, with the announcement of your name, your eyes fell on Seonghwa, who was staring at you happily, in his new look. His hair was slicked back, no longer covering his eye, displaying it proudly, no longer ashamed of his past. His suit matched your dress: it was white and fit him neatly, and it only served as proof that Seonghwa looked good in any colour.

You noticed the crowd in the room, but you weren't too surprised. Although you had decided to hold a small wedding and not invite anyone, you two knew the people would want to see who was brave enough to marry their King, so the man opened the castle doors for anyone who wanted to witness the wedding.

To say the people were surprised to see the King smile was an understatement, but the fact was that he was smiling, and the smile grew wider for every step you took towards him.

The ceremony went beautifully. There were tears in your eyes and in Seonghwa's eyes, and as you celebrated and sealed the marriage, everyone clapped (to you and Seonghwa's surprise).

Everything went perfectly, until the toast. Seonghwa suggested a toast in your behalf after the maids handed every citizen a glass, and when you took a sip, your body felt weird, and you started shrinking, and shrinking, and shrinking until you looked like Thumbelina.

"Y-Y/N!?" Seonghwa asked frantically, as he looked at tiny you standing on the table.

"Tweedles, now!" Someone roared from the crowd.

The Tweedles grabbed you and tossed you over to the Hatter, who had been concealed in the crowd this whole time. After hearing about the wedding, the Hatter decided he would use the certain crowd and commotion to blend in and enter the castle. Without anyone noticing, Cheshire sprinkled some of Absolem's shrinking cake into your drink.

The Hatter grabbed you gently and Bayard came running in. He placed you on the dog and reached for his pocket to retrieve some cake as well.

The King, noticing what was happening before his very eyes, panicked. Tears streamed down his eyes and his bottom lip quivered.

"No! Please don't steal her away! Please!" He begged, running towards the group with one hand stretched out, hoping he could get to the dog before they left but to no avail.

The Hatter just laughed and shrunk himself, giving Bayard the signal to leave. The card knights tried to follow the dog but he was too fast, and there was no time to get the horses before losing sight of the dog. You were gone.

The King fell to his knees, and cried, as he stopped seeing you from the distance.

"Please, don't take her away from me..."