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acupofqueercoffee · 2 years ago

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“Saint, I’m a sinner”

Gorgon Ambessa Medarda x Blind Reader

cw : ‼️ 18+ 18+ 18+ 18+ 18+ // dubcon-ish // loss of virginity // breeding // rough to soft // soulmate au

i went unhinged 🥶 got an absolutely marvellous idea for gorgon medarda x blind reader but i’m kickstarting this concept with downright sin 🥲

Ambessa Medarda was taking a luxurious soak in the pond, languidly nursing a chalice of decadent wine, when, to her irritation, the moment of tranquility is rudely interrupted by unwanted visitors.

It was not unheard of for people to venture into her abode. At the same time, she only received visitors once in a blue moon. Some, lost souls gone astray, and others, foolish enough to come for her possessions, but whichever of the two they might be, they were led to the same fate. Doom was bound to befall whoever stood before the gorgon.

Medarda had always been comfortable in her own skin, and being a gorgon did not change that. As a former warlord, it was entertaining to her when people tried to challenge her. Of course, on the other hand, to a warlord like Medarda who had mastered the art of war, very few could come close, not to mention, rise to her calibre. Still, even poor rivals were infinitely better than no rivals. So, she indulged them, because by indulging them, she was indulging herself.

In the shadows, she moved, and from afar, she struck. Tactics and stratagems were usually used to quickly conquer an opponent, but she found herself using them instead to prolong the fight. She was confident in her craft, proud even, and rightfully so. Given her background in addition to her new abilities, as soon as the gorgon made herself seen, everyone would be descending into their inevitable downfall.

Although she had been forced into this new life, she had little trouble with it, but having said that, there was one thing that she found a pity. As a gorgon, Medarda could no longer partake in debauchery. Alcohol was not an issue, having enough to last another millennia. Sex on the other hand, now, that was where the inconvenience stemmed. Her new body had come with interesting modifications, so to speak, but she lacked any real specimens to experiment with them on.

Many fair maidens had come to her lair but none had left. Now, they stood lifeless amongst the many statues decorating her residence. Turning them to stone had not been her intention. In this life, some things were out of her reach, and as someone who used to attain whatever or whoever she desired, it exasperated her, to say the least.

A lover of fighting though she was, the gorgon did not take kindly to having her fun spoiled. So, without stalling time like she usually would, she had made a rather quick work of petrifying the trespasser. One out of the pair because, to her bewilderment, the lass remained standing. You were evidently, peculiarly immune to the gorgon’s presence.

She slithered towards you, and upon closer inspection, discovered that your eyes were a misty grey.

“I should kill you for your husband’s audacity. In fact,-”

“He’s n-”

Oh, how dared you cut her off!

Her jaw flexed, and her command was sharply snarled through gritted teeth.

“Silence!”

“Interrupt me again, and vision will not be your only impairment.” She spoke with a low, languid lilt, smooth at the same time like liquid silver. She circled you, studying you as if a predator would a prey, and in fact, you were, she corrected herself. You were her prey, fidgety on your feet as a cornered animal should.

“As I was saying, you would already have perished if not for your defect. Your flaw is what saved you.“

You shook like a leaf in a hurricane, accompanied by a small squeak when your chin was seized between two cold fingers and a thumb. “Then again, it’s not every day that I get a scrumptious little morsel delivering itself to me.” She made you dance to her demand, turning your head left, right, and finally, directed your eyes the colour of clouds onto her own. “And one who can stare me straight in the eyes no less. How convenient.”

“You have two options, little lass.” Thick unyielding fingers dug into your cheeks. “Give yourself up to me,-” The gorgon’s head full of snakes emitted a cacophony of hisses, small, smooth heads nudging, and tiny little tongues licking all over your face. She revelled in your shuddering breaths, red lips laced with sinister glee. “-or die.”

“Don’t both entail the same fate for me?” Your voice was but a meek murmur. “You will devour me.” It was not so much a question as a prediction.

She found you amusing. A curious creature. “Perhaps. But certainly not in the sense you’re thinking.”

From maintaining an unyielding grip on your jaw, ample fingers slid down, down to your delicate neck where immediately upon arrival, they latched on your soft flesh. A necklace designed just for you. A snug fit.

“Now, decide.“ She squeezed it a little, enough to make you wheeze.

Your fingers had found themselves on her forearm, supplication rather than rebellion. “I- I give myself up to you.”

Crimson lips stretched into a malevolent grin, displaying two evil-looking fangs. Eyes gleamed with a wicked, excited glint.

“Say no more.”

Fingers locking around a dainty wrist, she yanked, pulling you around as if you were a mere marionette for her to manipulate as she saw fit. Then, you were roughly thrown, but the bed that you fell into prevented the unpleasantness that was certain to come with the fall otherwise.

As immediately as her hands had left your wrist, they found themselves on your dainty waist, the soft, delicate flesh yielding beneath callously demanding digits.

“You see little one, even as a human, I’ve always had a healthy appetite for intimacy. It has only increased tenfold once I became a gorgon under the curse of a jealous god. The cause,…” Dragging you towards the end of the bed, she nosed your neck, felt the wild little flutter of your pulse on her lips. “…well, his prized possession of a wife cried my name in bed instead of his. Egotistical as gods are, this wounded his pride. My last dalliance was well over millennia ago, and needless to say, I have so much pent up frustrations that are in desperate need of a release.” She did a playful nibble, fang poking skin, and you gasped, ambrosia to her ears. “And here you are. A timely arrival, I must say.”

As her lips hungrily trailed down your body, goosebumps blossomed in their wake. Her fingers fisted into your garments around your hips, impressive muscles rolling beneath skin the shade of dark chocolate, as the flimsy fabric was reduced to tatters in a wink of an eye.

“Oh little lass, to say I am ridiculously, positively ravenous is an understatement.”

Medarda spoke as she took you in, tiny and lithe, helpless and sprawled naked beneath her, a delectable little morsel offered to her on a diamond platter, all hers to devour.

Her tongue flicked, joined by her fellows as they bombarded your chest with an onslaught of tongues.

In a flurry of movements, she had positioned herself between your delightfully pretty thighs that came nowhere near the size of her arm. Oh you were so, so small compared to her, and the many visual evidences fuelled the gorgon’s already burning desire.

Accompanied by sickening sounds of sinews snapping and flesh parting, a new addition to her body emerged just below her hip. Long, thick, gooey and throbbing, the gorgon was positively aching to be inside you.

“Let me show you just what true vigour really looks like. I bet your twink of a husband did not do a good job at it.”

She rested her cock atop your folds, and the warmth it provided seeped into her. Flowing through her veins, it thawed her frosty heart.

“He’s- ah-”

Fuck! Fuck! FUCK!

It was maddening how your dainty little body writhed, small squeaks and soft whimpers dripping down your pretty, pink lips like syrupy poison.

“-no -wait!”

Millennia. Millennia, that was how long she had waited. Medarda had done enough waiting. More than enough in fact. It was time for her to take, and oh, take, she would.

“You have willingly relinquished yourself to me. And I will do whatever I want with what is rightfully mine.”

Her tail thrashed wildly, excitedly behind her while you did the same beneath her massive stature, albeit pathetically, as her equally massive shaft pushed into your tight little cunt with an untamed desperation.

“It’s not- I- mngh!”

With a savage thrust, she bottomed out in one fell swoop. Immediately, she felt warm all over, like finally soaking in a warm bath after being drenched in a downpour. At the same time, she was not oblivious to the sensation of penetrating something that was not supposed to be there. Considering that there were day and night differences between the two of you, size for one thing, it was a given that you would tear one way or another. And yet, what she felt was entirely unexpected. A sensation both so familiar and unfamiliar, but one that definitely evoked a distant memory.

She was returning from war, another victory, and it was in a town that they had decided to rest for the night where she had seen her. A spark had ignited as soon as their eyes met. Hence, the green-eyed creature wounding up in the warlord’s bed later that night had been no surprise, but her lover for the night had bled on her sheets. After learning that it was her first time, Medarda had been more generous with her than she usually would, pampering the life out of the girl. Being the first to someone surprisingly caused in her an eruption of euphoria akin to conquering a war. Although she had enjoyed it tremendously, it had been her only experience with a maiden, and for millennia, it had remained so.

Until today, it seemed.

“I- I’ve never-” You whimpered, face contorting, and with a soft wavering exhale, continued. “-been with anyone before. And he was certainly not my husband.”

A voice so small coupled with tentative fingers roaming over her chest brought Medarda out of her little trip down memory lane. For a moment, she thought that you were going to punch her, claw her, push her back, anything, futile though they would undeniably be, but she definitely was not expecting you to only rest them there, holding onto her as if she was your salvation.

You were gazing at her, and even though Medarda knew that your eyes were not actually perceiving her, the gorgon felt miraculously seen which, after eons of no real eye contact whatsoever was a welcome sensation.

She watched as tears squeezed out of your eyes, running in thick, fat globules down your cheeks. An emotion so strong and so alien compelled her to console you, a thumb finding itself on your soft skin, gathering the endless leakage of salty droplets with a bone-melting tenderness that she thought had long been lost. And it had indeed. But you, oh beautiful, enigmatic you, who was adorably nuzzling her palm as if she had not been the cause of your suffering, brought these long lost feelings out of her.

“I- It’s not that I don’t want you. I do. It’s all I’ve ever wanted ever since I saw you for the first time.”

Puzzled, she questioned, “You can see?”

“In my mind’s eyes, yes.” And then, you added. “But I see only you, Ambessa.”

How do you know my name? , She wanted to demand.

Before she could get a word out however, dainty digits grasped her finger. Once again, she was distracted by the staggering comparison, thinking in her head that two of your fingers would not even make one of hers, when she suddenly felt something beneath her fingertips.

Letters. No, dots.

“It’s your name in Braille.” You explained sweetly. Plucking her forefinger between your delicate digits, you guided it down the length of your sternum, elucidating, “Am-bes-sa Me-dar-da” , as more dots appeared beneath her fingertip.

“I was born with it engraved on my flesh.”

In silence, she considered this new-found knowledge.

“I, too, have a name on my body.” Her fingers unfurled atop your sternum, resting betwixt your soft breasts. Your heartbeat was a delightful throb beneath her palm.

“It’s yours.”

A deduction rather than a statement.

Then, her hips shifted involuntarily. For a moment, the fact that she was entirely sheathed inside you completely slipped her mind.

The slightest of movements had you gasping sharply, helplessly, brows collapsing, and only then did the gravity of the act truly register. Not only had she acted like a savage, her frustration was only fuelled, she admitted, when she had seen you with that twink of a man. She was rightfully unimpressed by the fact that you, who was so pleasing to the eye, would even be with that…whatever that was.

If she could, she would definitely have you for herself, and she was confident that you, too, would not be immune to her. They never did. So, once she had learnt that she could truly, truly have you, her long frayed restraint had snapped, bottled-up emotions reaching to a boil until they bursted. Having said that, the way she had taken you had not been ideal, especially not at all for your first time.

Perhaps, she should rein in her demanding desires for now. Medarda had waited for almost an eternity. What difference would another day or two make?

“I will pull it out, but it’s still going to hurt, little one.”

“No- I- I want you to take me.” She felt your legs closing around her hip, caging her in. When she gazed down at you, she found your cheeks a pretty peachy pink. “I want you. Please- Just- hah- give me a moment please.” Your pleas were a dangerous thing, and unable to resist any longer, her powerful hips did a playful wicked nudge.

It had a pleasant effect of knocking the breath right out of your lungs, “It’s- mngh!” , those saccharine lips falling open in a soft, little gasp.

Alright, Medarda decided, she could be merciful to you.

She trailed kisses up your body, purposefully licking the bulge that was visible on your belly, and you shuddered beneath her, little frame quavering in her hands. Her snakes thrummed and hummed with exhilaration, practically buzzing with excitement as she was.

Meanwhile, as massive hands held you on your ribcage, her lips gingerly caressed the tenderness of your breasts, teased the soft flesh with her razor-sharp fangs. Your nipples were like ripe, plump, berries ready to be plucked and eaten. She closed her lips around one, sucked it into her mouth, and you jolted, back arching, heals digging into her hips.

Once she had given ample attention to your chest, lavishing it with kisses and bites, nibbling the soft succulent flesh of your breasts that tasted as tender and delicious as their tantalising appearance, she noticed the faintest of movements in your hip. Deep inside, your folds fluttered around her, and the gorgon took it as a sign to start moving herself. Simultaneously, her hand found home on your delicate thigh, ample fingers sinking into silky smoothness, as she split you open with her cock. Your back arched into a delicious curve, chest pressing into her own, and she held you against her, strong arm looped around your back.

Medarda had seen a great many things in her life, from splendid renaissance paintings and sculptures to dazzling diamonds, glittering gold and mountains and mountains of jewels. And yet, this little fallen angel in her arms with her opal white eyes and forbidden fruit for lips put them to shame.

She had tasted many a delicacy, from different local cuisines to other more scandalous tidbits, but none of it compared to the heavenly flavour that lingered on her tongue after she had kissed your lips sanguine.

Likewise, as a warlord, she had won a great many battles, and yet, as absurd as it might sound, touching the parts of your body that no one else had touched, reaching into the depths of your body that no one else had set foot before, was a triumph like no other.

Delicate digits furled and unfurled on her chest while she pushed and pulled, each thrust sharper, harder, deeper, more invasive and more demanding than the last. Enveloped in your silky heat, and ravished by an explosion of sensations, it did not take long for Medarda to erupt inside you, pumping your little body, her sweet little mate, full of her copious essence. She could feel every twitch, every flutter, every throb, every little detail, and it was maddeningly overwhelming. Your bodies were joined in the most profound of ways, but at the same time, it was truly an out-of-body experience.

Even though the gorgon was yet to be satiated, for you were sapped dry of stamina, she had decided to let you rest. Without her even realising, her motive along the way had shifted from using you to her heart’s content to claiming you hers. Now that it had been accomplished, the idea of just lounging in bed did not sound too bad especially now that she had her little fallen angel in her arms.

However, when she saw a mixture of her essence and your blood oozing out of your cunt as she shifted to pull out of you, she did not like it, a snarl pulling her lips taut. Medarda wanted as much of her essence staying in her sweet mate as possible. So, she scooped it all up with the tip of her cock and quickly slipped herself back inside. You whimpered weakly, but almost instinctively, she cooed into your ears, and instantly, you calmed.

Whilst her tail coiled protectively around you, your dainty frame was cradled close to her bosoms. A pleased hum that flied past your lips tumbled like candy down the canals of her ears. When your lovely little face tucked into the nook of her neck and nuzzled her pulse, body melting into her embrace, the gorgon decided right then and there that she was never letting you go.

You were unquestionably, irrevocably hers, evidenced by the branded name lying atop your very heart as well as her potent seeds nestling deep inside your womb.

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chuuyrr · 2 years ago

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That Vessel AU was amazing! Can I request Quen of curses! Scarlet witch dealing with Mahito, like the moment he touched her soul and her saving Junpei….that living Mahito thrash bag dwarves PAIN

queen of curses! scarlet witch! reader deals with mahito — a jjk AU

jujutsu kaisen x reader

masterlist of the series | first part

╰➤ CW(s): major spoilers for jujutsu kaisen, major changes have been made to the canon story, scarlet witch! reader takes the place of king of curses! ryomen sukuna in this AU, detailed fight scenes and reference to multiverse of madness

╰➤ SYNOPSIS: instead of baby fushiguro or the reader being the scarlet witch and megumi's little sibling, in this AU, you are the so-called queen of curses, the scarlet witch, who had been sealed off for hundreds of years, until you had been awakened by itadori yuuji who becomes your vessel.

╰➤ SONG SUGGESTION(s): dark horse by katy perry

╰➤ PAIRING(s): jujutsu kaisen x reader

the red stains on your hands were caused by the loss of your parents, brother, friends, husband, and children—it was the terrifying nightmare that had entrapped you.

even if you destroyed every book of the damned and your past was already behind you given that you were no longer in your original world and had instead found yourself in this world full of curses, the damage was still fresh, so you consented to being sealed in this world to ensure that no monster ever again hurt anyone and to keep your beloved children from another world safe and away from you.

after all, you were far more dangerous than all of the cursed spirits put together, with the monstrosity of a power, grief, remorse, and guilt you possessed. it is why jujutsu sorcerers have dubbed you the queen of curses.

but things changed for the better when itadori yuuji became the vessel of the scarlet witch, the so-called queen of curses.

you were dragged from the deep and dark waters where you had drowned. you've finally awoken from the nightmare you've been trapped in. meeting this young boy, hearing and seeing his pure heart reach out to yours—it was as if you were seeing colors for the first time.

yuuji had given you another chance, and you weren't about to blow it. you weren't going to become the monster you'd painted yourself to be. so, despite possessing him, you remained dormant.

at the very least, you try.

you just can't help yourself at times.

you just haven't had someone in a long time, and the way yuuji resembles your children makes you protective of him.

isn't that what every mother does in the first place? to be protective of their children?

even if it meant killing those curses and occasionally taking control of his body to ensure his wounds nor the danger he was facing doesn’t kill him. you were certainly a little unhinged for that, but you were already dead set on protecting him at all costs. you weren't exaggerating when you said you'd do anything for him.

so here you were, hands trembling as you glared at the cursed spirit known as mahito through the eyes of yuuji.

you've been dormant the entire time, letting yuuji do his own thing and learn from nanami kento, the jujutsu sorcerer introduced to him who reminds you of vision, your late husband, about remnants of cursed energy as they proceeded with the mission assigned to him, with you only appearing to help yuuji when he needs it.

everything was going well. yuuji had already moved on from the cursed spirits that were once human he faced before together with your and nanami’s help. he even made a friend of a young boy of his age named junpei. you couldn’t be more happy, but then, came the fall.

junpei had been manipulated by this awful cursed spirit, both figuratively and literally speaking. that bastard of a curse had transfigured junpei’s soul, just when he and yuuji had made amends with yuuji insisting that he should come to jujutsu tech, and to hell with it too, he hurt yuuji. your precious son.

"junpei! junpei! get a hold of yourself!" screamed yuuji as he struggled against the newly transformed curse he was holding. he couldn’t hurt him. of course not.

you were already slowly slipping from yuuji’s control. you were on the edge. fingers twitching. your red glowing eyes were already dilated, but you had to remain dormant until yuuji himself gave you his word.

'call out to me, yuuji', you thought.

mahito watched in amusement as yuuji raised his chin up, crying to you as a last resort.

"[NAME]-SAN! i'll do anything!" yuuji exclaimed in desperation with tears in his eyes, "you are free to do whatever you want with me! please heal junpei as you have healed me!"

mahito’s eyes widened, an unhinge smile curving his lips as a deep red tiara manifested and framed yuuji’s face, his brown eyes instantly becoming a menacing, glowing red color as red psionics seeped from his hands.

'just this once again', you thought as you took control of yuuji’s body the same you had when you had used dreamwalking in the past.

you put your chaos magic to work. now, mahito’s technique allows him to transfigure any soul he touches, but you, on the other hand, were capable of doing so much more than that. you can manipulate reality with your chaos magic.

if you were capable of removing a man’s mouth from existence and turning a man into string cheese like nothing back during your prime, then this was a mere child’s play. the cursed spirit watched in amusement as the boy he transfigured transformed back into his normal self as he glowed red.

as your chaos magic healed junpei, mahito found himself staring into yuuji’s red glowing eyes—your eyes.

his grin merely grew wider. he could feel it. the weighty pressure of your immense power was comparable to a special grade, but most of all, he could feel your emotions too. mahito wasn’t just feeling your vessel’s rage, but yours too, it was far more greater, and you shared it along with your vessel as he laughed ever so delightly.

you gently placed his unconscious body to sit upright against the wall after healing and restoring junpei's body to normalcy after having his soul transfigured. you whispered in a motherly tone with your cold hand cupping his cheek, "it's going to be alright, you're okay now."

"oh? i was hoping for him to be dead already!" mahito exclaimed, wiping a fake tear, "guess that’s how it goes."

allowing yuuji to take control of his own body, he took aim and punched the curse in the face with a closed fist that was imbued in red psionics, causing mahito to fling back but still stand up.

"that won’t work. so long as i maintain the shape of my—he paused. blood oozed from his nose and dripped down on his chin; mahito’s eyes widened at that instant.

'what’s going on?! he struck the shape of my soul as well?' you found yourself smirking at mahito's priceless reaction.

pesky little curse.

it isn’t just because itadori yuuji is your vessel and that he was aware of the counters of the soul, what you possessed wasn’t even cursed energy in the first place, it was chaos magic.

the next words that spilled from yuuji's lips came from so deep within himself that it nearly made everything he'd ever said a lie, but to be fair, with him housing the soul of the queen of curses or the scarlet witch herself, it would only make sense. your souls were linked together right now; yuuji's rage and your rage combined.

"i will kill you," was what the curse heard from you both, and he laughed at this.

mahito licked his lips in anticipation, "don’t you mean you’ll “exorcize” me, jujutsu sorcerer?"

you scoffed to yourself as you secretly entered mahito's mind. he was correct about your vessel not caring about his own life, but now you know who is pulling the strings. “geto suguru” had forbidden him from using hostages to force him into an external pact. his next set of thoughts, however, had crossed the line.

'i’ll just transform every single student until he forces a pact with the queen of curses and make her come out.'

yuuji lunged at mahito, imbuing his closed fist with the red psionics of your chaos magic once more and repeatedly threw punches to the point where the floor and walls broke from the immense strength as mahito dodged with him, occasionally transfiguring his own soul.

however, as mahito conjured himself wings, yuuji conjured a ball of red psionics and aimed it at him, then another, and another, oblivious to the fact that the surrounding area was breaking down.

"he keeps changing his soul, [name]-san," said yuuji with a frown, calling out to you once more.

"it’s only natural of him to do so. he knows that our attacks work on him, therefore he’ll transfigure his soul that is built for murder," you responded and warned him, "watch out, yuuji!"

yuuji's eyes widened for a brief moment as his entire body glowed red from your chaos magic, which was immediately activated to get him moving. his body moved subconsciously to avoid the bladed whips that mahito had transfigured from his arm until he eventually synched his own movement with your power's guidance, performing flips and evading of his own.

yuuji conjured another luminous ball of your red psionics and destroyed a portion of the wall, jumping through the hole to flee from the curse while carrying junpei's unconscious body that was being held and protected by a force field generated by your magic and landing safely with your magic cushioning his fall into a proper and safe landing.

you put your red psionics into action and placed junpei's unconscious body to safety, a good distance away from you and mahito, and somewhere where he will be more precisely spotted as your vessel readied into a stance.

mahito transformed his hand into a drill and fired it at yuuji, who easily caught and grabbed it. even if mahito had transfigured spikes to rise from the part of himself that yuuji was holding, your vessel clenched tightly and dragged the curse all the way down towards him, unconcerned about the blood seeping from the wounds in his palms.

yuuji gathered more of your red psionics in his hands and aimed them at the ground, causing a collision that would result in smoke. using the smokescreen, yuuji crept towards mahito and punched him in the gut, using your power to hit harder, but he deflected the blow. Instead of recoiling, mahito transfigured his soul and caused spikes to emerge from his body, puncturing the body of your vessel.

"you can't beat me," mahito exclaimed, pressing a hand against yuuji's torso, "so swap out with the queen of curses already... idle transfiguration..."

however, it didn't take long for mahito's eyes to widen as he heard your voice and sensed the immense power you possessed, "you want me that badly? then come get me yourself, fool."

instead of swapping out and taking control of itadori yuuji's body, you manipulated mahito's soul and dragged him right to where you were—the domain you resided within the depths of your vessel's soul.

mahito's gaze was fixed directly on yours. there you were, sitting crisscrossed, floating ever so elegantly dressed in the scarlet witch's regalia and robes, surrounded by tao mandalas and a stricken ominous pressure of red on an altar that had pentagrams and symbols as broken columns that were remnants from the throne you briefly housed back in your original world in mount wundagore surrounded yuuji's inner soul.

"you know, i'm not like the other curse that is supposed to house this vessel," you said venomously as you stared down at him, "i'm not even a curse, all of you dare call me as the queen of curses. but either way, there will be no second time—i'm not going to let you do any more harm to my child, let alone to that young boy you manipulated and jujutsu sorcerer waiting in the physical world."

mahito watched as you uncrossed your legs and levitated towards him in a quick forward motion, not giving him enough time to react because your hand was already gripping his throat.

nanami kento arrived on the scene, rushing towards junpei's unconscious body. as he did so, he noticed a red tiara forming on yuuji's head, framing his face. as he watched the young boy's movement on its own, his supposedly punctured hand moved to grip mahito's throat, perfectly mirroring what was happening in the astral plane or inside of yuuji. nanami saw the red glow in yuuji's brow irises and knew immediately what it was.

"shit," nanami cursed as mahito proceeded to activate his domain expansion despite being restrained mentally and physically by you.

due to its capacity, the domain expanded long and wide, reaching nanami kento's distance, but it was still useless. your eyes glowed a menacing red as your nails dug into and pierced his skin. your raw strength writhed the curse. his breathing became ragged as he struggled, transfiguring himself to cast spines and tendrils to attack you, but you easily retaliated with your free hand using your red psionics. whatever attack was directed at you or yuuji, your chaos magic easily rendered it useless.

you threw him back, conjured a much larger and stronger ball of red than yuuji's, and sent a hex beam straight at him. mahito immediately transfigured a part of himself to protect himself, but you easily broke through with your power. you blitzed right towards him, almost at the speed of sound, your red psionics blazing wildly from your fingertips.

just as nanami had witnessed the massacre through yuuji enacting your actions in the physical world, mahito's body was cut in half, resulting in an outburst of blood. nanami froze, unsure whether it was a good idea to close in and help yuuji.

whatever power itadori yuuji possessed from serving was clearly not from their world, and it was far more powerful than cursed energy or any technique put together.

before mahito could further transfigure himself and use his domain expansion against him and yuuji, a red mist and strange sokovian whispers filled the air, and you vanished, only to reappear again behind him this time. despite having faced countless of curses, nanami stood there, unable to comprehend what he was seeing that all he could do was grip his bandaged blade.

sharp black claws wrapped around the curse's face like a malevolent vengeful spirit out for blood, and the next thing nanami knew in the physical world, he was no longer staring at itadori yuuji, but a monster, the same monster that resided inside yuuji and had bloody red glowing eyes, pointed teeth, and decaying skin, and ripped the curse's neck open instead of just snapping it.

nanami caught a fleeting glimpse of your monstrosity and corrupted form, the result of being possessed by the darkhold's lies in your previous world years ago, before it faded back to yuuji's actual appearance.

the broken body of the curse collapsed to the ground as it writhed and oozed blood. the red glow in yuuji's eyes, as well as the red tiara that framed his face, flickered and vanished into thin air.

the pink-haired boy blinked profusely, slightly disoriented until it dawned on him. you had taken control over his body. he saw what happened within him when mahito made the cross with his soul, which was now linked to yours, and he mirrored it back in the physical world, as strange as it was.

yuuji's eyes widened as he realized the outcome of his and your rage. his numb fingertips twitched as he gradually regained control. he then looked up at the ex-salaryman before moving his gaze to mahito's body and swallowing hard, "nanamin.."

"itadori!" nanami suddenly cried out.

they both turned around to see mahito's body come to life despite having lost blood. their eyes widened as they saw the curse used his last cursed energy to make himself enormous.

yuuji jumped into action and dashed straight towards mahito. he immediately imbued his fist with your red psionics and charged at him, but mahito popped and vanished at the speed of light, bolting towards the sewers. nanami followed suit, brandishing his wrapped blade, but mahito had already escaped.

nanami took out his phone and dialed his comrade's number to alert his combrade of mahito who had fled, but the moment he turned around to ask yuuji if the two of them should chase after the curse, yuuji's body collapsed to the floor.

"itadori-kun!" nanami exclaimed, his eyes widening as he realized his body had been severely injured.

nanami bolted towards the yuuji, leaving junpei behind only to pause on his tracks when the atmosphere was filled with an oppressive pressure. the feeling was similar to what he and other jujutsu sorcerers would experience in the presence of a vengeful spirit.

nanami's eyes widened as he cautiously backed away, watching yuuji's unconscious body rise from the ground, his previously broken and dislocated limbs popping back into place as the open wounds on his body and palms stitched themselves back—your chaos magic practically running through his veins like a rush of blood.

nanami found himself holding his breath as he stared into yuuji's eyes, which were still a glowing red color with his face framed by your same red intricate tiara. his heart stopped, but he was quite relieved to see no decaying skin or sharp talons.

nanami's brows furrowed in concern as he slowly raised his bandaged sword, knowing full well that the person he was seeing right now was you and not yuuji, "where's itadori?"

"yuuji is still unconscious," you explained calmly, looking at the blonde man who stiffened up when he heard your feminine and siren-like voice instead of the boy's, "he pushed the limits of his own body while using my power and fighting against the curse with numerous wounds."

"but i suppose i took it too seriously when yuuji asked me to save junpei and told me i could do whatever i wanted," you sighed, resting your chin between your pointer and thumb as your gaze drew over junpei's body, "either way, that scum of a curse deserves a painful death. being sealed for so long made me rusty. i'm terribly sorry for that."

with that, you smiled at nanami and closed your eyes, saying, "i can sense that yuuji is about to wake up soon, so i'll leave him and the boy in your care now. again, i apologize for letting the curse escape, and for scaring you."

nanami blinked at your words. who knew someone as evil and monstrous as you could be so sweet? it baffled him. he then watched as the red tiara that framed yuuji's face vanished into thin air, along with the red glow in his eyes.

yuuji let out a sharp gasp of air as he regained consciousness once again after showing mahito his place while being under your control and nearly tripped on his own feet, prompting nanami to support him by the back.

as nanami did so, he couldn't help but think one thing—there really is something within itadori yuuji that must not be touched—and it was you, the scarlet witch, the queen of curses.

[ author's notes ! AAAAA i finally finished it oh my god. tbh, i really had a good time writing because mahito deserved that beating lol and junpei's alive in this au hooray. hope you didn't mind me adding a nanami and scarlet witch! reader interaction too. oh, and i would also like to clarify that ...

scarlet witch! reader knows of ryomen sukuna due to having knowledge of the multiverse 👀

unlike in the canon story, it only took one attempt for mahito to get thrashed by scarlet witch! reader while it took two tries for him to get his ass beaten by sukuna when he dared to touch yuuji's soul.

again, thank you so so much for requesting this dear anon. hope you enjoyed this 3,000+ words of my writing ( ˘͈ ᵕ ˘͈♡) ]

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misguidedasgardian · 2 years ago

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The White Dragon (19) 2/2

19. Where loyalties lie, part 2

MASTERLIST

Summary: Certain events in your family makes clear where loyalties truly lie

Pairings: main Harwin Strong x Fem!Targaryen reader

Warnings: cursing, medieval and A song of ice and Fire AU customs, talks about cheating, angst, political plotting, talks about death,

+18, MINORS DNI

Wordcount: 4 k Notes: Don’t hate me for the decisions I made in this chapter, I BEG OF YOU. haha you might wonder, why did you divide the nineteenth chapter in two? well, because, as a normal person that is in reality unhinged and with a little bit of OCD in their system… i wanted the twentieth chapter to be the last one before the Dance starts hahaha IM SORRY OK??? but it looks so good in the doc 😂😂 And it's going to be even better if I pull another 20 chapters for the second part 😂

“Good morning beautiful wife”, Harwin purred in your ear, drawing you to him

“Good morning”, you whispered. He put a sloppy kiss on your temple, as he pressed you to his chest. And you felt his growing manhood in your lower back, “Harwin”, he drop a kiss in your neck, his facial hair tickling you

“Wife”, he purred, dropping more kisses

“I’m sorry, I… I’m not in the mood”, you said. So he released you gently.

“Alright my love, I’m sorry”, he said, dropping a last kiss on your cheek. it was still early, so you enjoyed a few more moments in bed.

“I have to ask you something”, you said, looking at the wall

“Ask away honey”, he whispered

“Why did you marry me?”, you asked, and you felt him freeze in his spot besides you

“What?”

“Did you ask for my hand, or was it my father?”, you whispered

“Why does it matter?”, he asked

“My father, then”, you answered for yourself

“Our fathers had the idea, yes”, he confessed

“And you agreed”, you continued

“Well, you can’t say no to the King”, he whispered

“Oh, right”, you mumbled, feeling your heart break a little. But he hugged you tightly again.

“But deep inside I was jumping in joy”, he whispered, “after two years of not speaking to you because I believed you were betrothed to Cregan Stark, you came back to me”, his voice was sweet

“Is that why you started fucking my sister?”, you asked him, “because you thought I was already betrothed?”, there was an awkward silence

“Yes”

“Don’t lie”

“I’m not lying”, he said gently, “you were sixteen, and betrothed to the wolf”

“And Rhaenyra…?”, you encourage

“I don't think that denying a woman is a manly thing to do”, he said softly , “No matter how much I regret it”

“Do you regret it?”, you asked

“Being with her, yes”, you finally turn to look at him. “Because then I married you and I brought you so much pain”, in his eyes was truth

“Why are you being so honest?”, you asked

“Because I don’t want to hurt you anymore, I don’t want to lose you”

“Have you ever been with her since you married me?”, you asked, this is it, the last truth, what you truly needed to know, “and that includes the time I left”

“I’ve never laid with her again, although…”, he closed his eyes in repentance

“What?”, you asked, in panic

“There was this one time in which she…”, he swallowed, hard, and you feared the worst

“Talk to me”, you pleaded

“Remember after you came back, it was your birthday…”

“Alright…”, you called

“Then Joanna came back, and the accident with her husband”, he continued

“I remember”, yes when you had a man killed because he was abusing your friend. No regrets

“And at night, we had a small feast, just the family, you nodded, asking him to continue, “You went to bed early because you were tired, you were pregnant with the twins”

“Yes…”

“When I was walking back she grabbed me and cornered me in a room”

“What?”, you asked, surprised

“She wanted me, she wanted me to give her another baby, and she kissed me”

“Did you kiss her back?”, you asked

“I refused her, gently, told her I loved you, and that I couldn’t be with her ever again”, Harwin was many things, but he wasn’t a great liar, “So she has hated me ever since”

“What about Jacaerys?”, you asked

“He is my son”, he admitted, “I love him as much as I love our babies, and I missed him, deeply”, he concluded, “I wanted to see him, I wanted to make sure he was practicing properly…”

“I see”, you whispered

“I tried to stay away, but I can’t”, he admitted, opening his heart to you

“You will have to be more inconspicuous”, you warned

“Yes”

Harwin’s confession had turned your head into a spin, a deep spin of doubts and resentments and you spent the entire day evading everyone, even your children, to think… And you came to a conclusion…

Where did your loyalties lie?

You asked yourself

With your husband? With Rhaenyra? with your family? The Crown? Your father?

Rhaenyra has been using you all this time, for her benefit, and in the meantime trying to fuck your own husband. Even though it was 16 years ago.

You walked hastily towards your father’s chambers, it was already late so you were confident he was there, awake.

His guards barely had time to announce to you before you opened the doors widely, storming in. Your father, withered, tired, was sitting by the hearth, a blanket over your shoulders

“Daughter”, he called

“I need to ask you something, and you will answer me with the truth”. You said firmly, he seemed startled, fighting for consciousness

“What is it?”, he asked

“Why did you marry me with Harwin, and not Cregan Stark?”, you asked

“It was 16 years ago!”, he said

“Answer me”, you demanded. Your father’s withered face looked at you, one of his eyes empty with sickness

“I didn’t want you to go live in the North”, he confessed, “you would have been alone in the other side of the World, far from your family”

“You made me marry my sister’s lover”, you accused

“And you had a beautiful family”, he defended

“You took my future away from me!”, you screamed

“What are you talking about?” He said, “I gave you a future! A man that loves you, a home, five beautiful children!”

“It was not your decision to make!”

“But it was, I’m the King! and you are my daughter!”, the fight suddenly escalated, “I did what was best for everybody!”

“You let Rhaenyra choose, but not me, you used me to clean up her mess”

“I didn’t use you, it was what's best!”

“You did used me, and you and Rhaenyra still use me to this day

“You are playing the part you are meant to play, of a Princess”, he said, “you are keeping the family together”

“Now you notice?”, you asked, sarcastically, “you are right I’M THE ONE WHO IS TRYING TO KEEP THIS FAMILY TOGETHER!, where is Rhaenyra now? I wonder, she has done nothing but break it, over and over!”

“I’ve always notice, since you came back, everything has been better”

“While Rhaenyra is living her quiet life in Dragonstone, and then she is going to live the life I’ve work so hard building for her”

“What is it with you? Why now after all these years?”, he demanded, he seemed tired, “It’s because of the Starks”

“Yes”, you admitted, “I discovered my father lied to me for 17 years”

“I did because it was best, and I don’t regret it, even though you are so angry now”

“You cursed us all”, you said bitterly, “I’m not your heir but Rhaenyra and you make me work like I am”

“Your family needs you”

“I needed you!”, you said, “I needed your support, your love, and you did nothing for me, you are not doing anything for me now! you made me take Rhaenyra’s place in your court of vipers, and still you are setting us all to fail!”

“Rhaenyra will be Queen, with you and your family by her side the transition was going to be smooth, and easy”, he said, confident

“We are all going to die”, you said, you walked away from him towards the exit, and you saw the Valyrian model, “you pinned us against each other, a war will break, and we are all going to die”

“(Y/N), Don’t!”, he called, but your rage was such, you grabbed a model of a dragon and you threw it against the floor, and it broke into a thousand pieces. It was childish, but it was a message, you never realized that it was the figurine Alicent had fixed and gifted your father.

And you exited your father’s chambers. It was already night, dark night, the castle was almost empty, so you went to the Godswood, wanting solitude, but of course, there was no such thing in the Red Keep. Because there you found Cregan Stark on the flesh

“The godswood is the only place that makes me feel safe here in the capital…”, he said, looking at you, but when he saw the tears in your eyes, he ran towards you, “are you alright?”, you shook your head

“No, Cregan, I discovered we had been robbed”, you whined

“Don’t cry”, he consoled, surrounding you with his big arms

“I learned that my father refused yours, because he wanted to keep me here, I never knew you wanted to marry me”, you cried.

“We were robbed, my beautiful princess, we were robbed”, he said gently

“Aren’t you angry?”, you asked

“I was, when your father refused us, but then I realized something…”

“What?”, you asked him

“Something you also need to realize, and you must understand”

“What is that?”, you cried into his chest.

“Our destinies were always intertwined, but never joined”, he said softly caressing your hair, “asking us what could have been is denying the last 18 years”, he said, “Although I’m sure you’d be the most beautiful bride, and mother if any children we may have had…”, he took a time, to gaze upon your eyes as you did his, “I’m sure you don’t regret it”, he said against your temple, “I know you love your children, I’m sure I love mine, and I wouldn’t had them any other way”, he say gently

“I know, you are right”, you said, finally separating and cleaning your tears

“And this love that didn’t flourish in this generation, might flourish in the next”, he whispered, “you son asking for my daughter’s favor, for example…”, he chuckled

“Seems us dragons have a certain… thing… for wolves, apparently”, you giggled

“And believe me, it’s completely reciprocated”, he whispered. He leaned in, kissing you in the head, “ they found a bride for me”, he told you

“I wish you all the happiness in the world”, you answered. And he smiled warmly

“And to you, as well”, he said gently. But then, his face turned serious, “And I must warn you…”, he said, worried, “I have been approach by men at court, high ranking men at court, who would taste my allegiance”

“What do you mean? Allegiance?”, you asked, “towards what?”

“The male heir of the King”, he whispered, and you paled, “I left it clear that we bend the knee to Rhaenyra, and she was the rightful heir, and they didn’t like the answer”

“What happened?”

“Nothing, but, I saw it in their faces”, he said, “the Lannisters”

“Are you scared for your life?”, you asked, worried, “because I could…”

“No, but I’m scared for yours”, he said, “when the king passes, you are not going to be safe, it could mean war”, you nodded, “Rhaenyra against Aegon”

“I’m aware”, you said

“The plots against you both might be more advanced than you think, the Lannisters are a powerful family, more will follow them”, you nodded, “I want you to know, you have me, and the North behind you, don’t ever forget that”, he said. “for anything you may want or need, the North is yours”

“You mean, my sister’s”, you whispered

“Yours”, he sentenced, smiling softly, “I just needed you to know”

“Thank you Cregan, It means a lot”, he bowed his head

“Now… I believe that someone is waiting for you”, he looked above you and you followed his gaze and met Harwin, who was waiting for you at the entrance of the Godswood. You nodded your head towards Cregan, and walked towards Harwin. He waited for you with open arms and that sweetness in his eyes

The events of the week also brought back one of the most important allies of the crown, Lord Corlys, who sailed for King’s Landing from his home, completely recovered.

And your father wanted to celebrate with a feast in the throne room.

A huge feast for everyone in the castle, your friends, and your foes, all of you, in one room. Your closeness with Cregan had all the Lannisters in the room looking at you with scared eyes, and you looked back with defiance. You had the North. You had the Stark’s Alliance

But it all exploded in one single moment. Your father had gone to bed for the night, and since the Ale and wine had flowed so freely, everything turned into a celebration. You were talking with Cregan, who was seated by his betrothed Alysanne Blackwood and you with Harwin. You really wanted to go to the North, perhaps see the wall and this was turning into just that… a tour… and Harwin even seemed positively delighted by the idea.

You and the wolf sporadically looked towards your son, who was courting his daughter, Lady Sarra, who was a beautiful young woman, with pitch black hair, fine features and gray piercing eyes just like her father. And your son seemed so smitten, he even blushed when he was talking to her.

Alicent looked ghastly, as you were speaking to his father, and the rest of the family that made the trip from Oldtown. She always had this tragic look on her face. And in some faint moment you thought about how unhappy she must have been.

Your poor Aemma seemed positively unhappy, with big sad eyes, seated by Jacaerys, looking all the way over to the other side, where Aemond was talking to a Baratheon. not paying any mind to the young lady by his side. Baela.

Daemon wanted to kill the one-eye prince. He, as you, didn’t want his daughter to marry Aemond, but your father was immovable, and they were both a year to be of age. So…

You keep feeling Rhaenyra’s gaze in you, but for the very first time, you didn’t even bother to look at her. You were done, with her, with your father. You will, from now on, work on your own and your family’s benefit. For yours only.

Did you want the throne for yourself? No

Did you care? Yes. Even though Rhaenyra could fend for herself, since she was the one to inherit it, you will put her there, only to guarantee the safety of your family. If Rhaenyra was Queen, your family would be safe, if the hightowers took power. Nothing was guaranteed, you might stand Alicent, but you hated Otto as much as he hated you back. Aegon was a drunken fool, and Otto had him eating in the palm of his hand. He could manipulate him, you had seen it. And Alicent would sell you all for him, you also knew it.

You even considered leaving for Harrenhal, but… your own children had begged you against it, Maekar had the city watch, Rhaegar was training to become a knight, officially, and Aemma wanted to stay with her family. Your smaller children didn’t have a vote, they were going to stay with you. So no, you wouldn’t be going back to the White hall.

But you could find your own amusement here.

Jacaerys was talking and laughing with Maekar, sharing anecdotes, of course they didn’t count on Jason’s Lannister big mouth.

“It's uncanny!”, he said, claiming the attention of all of them around them, “you two look like brothers”. The two boys seemed surprised, and even fearful

“I don’t know what you mean”, said Maekar, tranquil, “were are cousins”

“Well I don’t know about that”. he said, “I heard Ser Harwin Strong feasted on both the realms delight’s, no need to hide it anymore”, he whispered, but Jace stood up, planting his hands on the table, getting the attention of everyone else

“I will not tolerate this!”, he muttered, raising from his seat

“Jace?”, called Rhaenyra, luckily she didn't hear. “What’s happening?”, but all hell broke loose.

“I will have your tongue!”, the boy threatened. Daemon had to stand up and put himself between Jason and Jace

“What’s happening?”, he asked

“Lord Jason is drunk and doesn’t know what he speaks off”, said Jacaerys, “speaks dangerous and treasonous words”

“Don’t talk to me like that, boy”, mocked Jason

“You are speaking to the heir to the Iron Throne”, Intervened Rhaenyra

“Is he? the heir to the Iron Throne?”

“What you are saying is a vile accusation!”, Rhaenyra was the one to jump, “We could have your tongue for this!”

“Prince Daemon, take his head”, chanted another

Soon everyone was standing and a huge argument ensued. Lord Jason Lannister came to the second plane as all members of the court started to scream profanities, this was a true circus, and in one second, all the masks fell down their faces. Especially Otto, since he smiled triumphantly.

“Why would he? He only speaks the truth!”, one spoke, and since there was so many people in the feast, now it was impossible to find the source

“Harwin”, you called, and he looked at you, “leave, now, to the small council chambers behind the throne”, a door that was just behind you. And he doubted

“No”, he said gently, “I have to own up for what I did”, he said firmly

“This could end badly”, you whispered

“If they harm Jace or our children I would never forgive myself”

“The King will hear of this”, accused Rhaenyra. you looked over to Alicent and she seemed like she was about to cry, nevertheless, she didn’t do anything to stop it. One phrase of a drunk man and Rhaenyra’s claim was collapsing around her

Rhaenyra looked at you, looking for support, but you just sat there, looking back at her. Raising one of your eyebrows

Oh how the mighty have fallen.

You saw panic in her eyes, a clear symbol that she didn't know what to do. But you were done trying to save everyone, she could fend for herself, if she wanted the throne, she would have to fight for it. She could see for herself all the things you had to fight since the day she got back to court.

In a corner, Larys was smiling, a small vial in his hand, it wasn’t poison, not deadly, but it was derived from milk of the poppy which would loosen the tongue and worsen the drunkenness. Maybe they would have Jason Lannister’s tongue, but they still had Tyland, who was the member of the small council

“Lord Jason you are making serious accusations”, Alicent finds her voice to say. “Do you have anything to back up your claim?”

“Of course I have them!”, he laughed, “look at him!”

“This isn’t an audience!”, fought Rhaenyra. “This is treachery!”

“I concur”

“Yeah, off with his head!”. You finished in one long sip the rest of your cup of wine. The last bitter days are taking a toll on you. Finding out the truth, mourning what could have been your life, realizing your father and sister had been using you. And now this.

You saw Aemond walking into the other side of the room, grabbing Aemma gently placing her behind him, when people started pushing each other, you knew it was going to come to blows. Maekar was right next to Jacaerys, and he was the eye of the fucking hurricane. Rhaegar was doing the same as Aemond, he took lady Sarra’s hand and led her to your table, where her father received her.

And then the white cloaks. The Knights that only obeyed the authority of the King entered, five of them, you guessed the other two where protecting the King. And stood in front of Jacaerys and Lucerys. You found Steffon and he nodded at you, letting you know it was his idea

“Due to the nature of the festivities we will give you a chance to apologize before we lock you in the cells and execute you for treason”, warned Steffon.

“You are talking to the Warden of the West”, Jason clamined, “the head of House Lannister!”

“A cunt!”, screamed one. And then came the blows. Of course the white cloaks didn’t even draw their swords, but one squire of the house of the lions received a nasty blow from an Arryn boy.

And when it was getting truly out of control. You decided to act. You just stood up from the table slowly, making the heavy wooden chair resound against the stone tiles of the throne room, and everything seemed to stop. And when they looked at the high table, they saw you, dressed in a blood red dress, with Lord Cregan Stark and his family, and the Prince of Dorne who had been also invited to the celebrations.

“Unless you want to be treated as a traitor I suggest you shut your mouth Lord Jason, only the Gods know how insufferable you result in all of our minds, and also everyone knows you had extended your stay in this court more than anyone can stand you”, everyone laughed, “so shut your wine poisoned tongue before you lose it, I’m sure you are aware of what happened to Lord Vaemond, of course, he got to keep his''. And the Lannister was red with courage and embarrassment. He dramatically accommodated his cape. “Ser Steffon, escort Lord Jason out of the Keep please”

“It will be my pleasure”, he said, and he roughly grabbed Lord Jason and took him out. And everyone applauded. Yes, distracting everyone by offending and humiliating the culprit wasn’t the best of plans, especially if it was a Lannister, but it worked nonetheless.

“You saved your family, but gained a powerful enemy”, whispered Cregan

“Just one normal day at court”, you whispered back, “they were already my enemies, just now they are so publicly”

And Rhaenyra looked at you with an amazed look on his face, everyone looked at you then in the same manner

So the next day, when you send off personally your friends from the North, your almost husband Ser Cregan and their families, and the Prince of Dorne. In their mouths were promises of aiding in everything you needed, and in your eyes there was the promise that one day you will ask them for the highest of sacrifices.

The next day, your father call you inside his chambers, he had used this last days to think, and he called for you

“I was selfish”, he confessed, “I wanted you to stay in King's Landing, and when I saw the need to take Harwin away from Rhaenyra I used you to do it, because I remembered how fond you were of him”, you swallow the tears that wanted to come out, “you blossomed in here, you are a smart, powerful woman, with allies, and good judgment, in your own right, but I took a choice from you and for that I am truly sorry”.

“Father…”

“I am”, he said, “I am dying, and I don’t want to leave this world thinking that you are mad at me”, he whispered. And a single tear fell down your eye, “everything good that this family has it’s been thanks to you”

“I doubt that”, you whispered

“It’s true, you had even made Alicent happy, a feat I thought that no one could achieve”, you giggled. He then, slowly placed his hand on your cheek. “My two daughters”, he whispered.

“Defend us father”, you pleaded, “the vultures are circling”

“I will”, he whispered, “I will”

more notes: quoting pirates of the caribbean for the win.

Don’t hate me, please, but this is after all a Harwin x reader story. Cregan is amazing, but he is a Stark, and at that time they kept their oaths (I’m talking to you… Sansa), so he would never confuse the reader, who is married. I know you all wanted him instead of Harwin, but we are going to need both...

They can be dear friends though… Please, don’t hate me, we have a long road ahead, a bloody one. And Cregan Stark IS COMING BACK

Now if you excuse me... I'm going to go hide in a ditch or sm

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revlischarm · 2 years ago

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Wouldn’t call this one of my most exciting edits for the Noodle Shop Ghost AU, but it’s what I was able to finish recently so it’s what y’all are getting since I’m impatient to share more details and have to divulge them NOW

More LMK Morro info under the cut

• Red Son’s nicknames for Morro include “Accursed witch” and “dead meat” (the witch one is due to Morro having spooky vibes and carrying around a broom)

-Deadass? The first time Red called Morro a witch, Morro did a full 180° and said “did you just call me a bitch?” (Credit to @breathlessmorro for this idea!)

•Morro’s still got some anger issues they’re working out

•Princess Iron Fan shows up with her wind and he’s like “bro I am unimpressed I could do that when I was like, ten”

-The teleporting à la wind gets his attention, tho, since he obviously can’t do that and is immediately jealous

•Morro was a big fan of JTTW Monkey King after reading the story, but then he meets Wukong irl and is just like “Oh. This is it?? That’s…disappointing.”

Wukong: “I haven’t even interacted with you yet and you already dislike me, what the hell.”

-Like Morro and Wukong definitely have some similar interests and hobbies, such as martial arts, protective over MK, a distain for rules…but Morro is still twitchy around him.

-Morro owns a JTTW shirt because he still thinks that the story slaps tho

•Morro thinks the Mayor has cool vibes upon first meeting

-Like, Morro respects how unhinged and creepy he is

•Morro does have a broom for a weapon I’ve decided! It’s comical and it works. He gets a new weapon during Season 3, tho!

-He absolutely 100% knows how to use a broom as a staff because he’s used a staff before. In Season 5 when he possessed Lloyd and was trying to steal Wu’s staff, in the tea shop fight he was kicking ass with it. He’s very proficient with a staff and you can fight me on that.

•Morro forgets that he’s mortal again and ends up walking into a lot of solid objects

•Morro strives for success and likes to be in the spotlight still honestly, he can’t help it.

-The man absolutely despises failing in any way; he doesn’t want to be seen as a disappointment.

-At least he’s ambitious!

•Morro’s working on his inability to let things go, and it’s going. Okay. Ish.

-He struggles so, so much with letting go of a grudge, he never forgets nor forgives but he’s trying to

-It’s part of his goal towards being a better person/not being evil lmao

-“I probably shouldn’t hold onto so much hate for what happened before, huh…well maybe I’ll hold onto a few things.”

•MK sometimes does morning exercises with Morro (stretches and stuff), so for the episode “Duplicination” he makes another clone to do said activities with Morro

-How would that go wrong? Contortionist clone is how. Motherfucker stretches himself into a creepy pretzel

-He crawls up a wall like a spider and gives MK nightmares

-“NOOOO!! MY WORST FEAR IS MANIFESTING!”

-He’s super flexible and very hard to catch; good at dodging!

•Morro definitely sees a lot of Lloyd in MK, but it’s not like he can go back to Ninjago rn (he doesn’t know how), and even then! Lloyd and he are on horrible terms. So Morro is inadvertently projecting onto MK to some extent the apology and like…just feeling guilty and almost responsible in a way

-They’re not doing it intentionally, they really aren’t

-MK just gives them Lloyd vibes that make Morro feel guilty

-Took one look at MK and went: “Is anyone gonna big brother that guy?” And didn’t wait for an answer (credit: @breathlessmonkie )

•Morro being referred to ironically as the “family pet” by Tang and the gang is a reoccurring gag in Season 1. It’s for comedy purposes.

-Pigsy: “This is my husband, Tang, our son, MK, and the family pet, Morro.”

MK: “He’s a rescue!”

-Morro just goes with it

•Morro has residual traits from being a former ghost and you can fight me on that

-For example, his teeth are just slightly more sharp than the average person’s. It’s barely even noticeable but it’s there.

-Morro’s eyes have eyeshine (tapetum lucidum?), basically if it’s dim lighting and you direct some light at him, his eyes seem to glow in the dark. That thing that some animals have, you know? Deer.

-On that note, Morro can see in the dark slightly better than the average person.

-There’s more stuff but I’ll go over it later

•Morro loves flying kites!!! He adores those super complex ones and is saving up money to buy one

•MK called Morro “responsible” one time/refers to him as his “responsible friend”, and Morro ends up having a whole new episode dedicated to him having a crisis over that

-Think a midlife crisis except more aggressive and despairing. Morro’s trying to find an outlet for aggression! He’s adamant he maintain his bad boy persona, and MK’s comment shook him

-Like, his whole thing was defying destiny, making his own path in life, beating the odds and being stubborn…and yet here MK is, saying that’s he’s responsible. It goes against what he thinks of himself and just sets him off. Man literally skips work (which he never does) and gets everyone worried about him.

-He’s just acting out to try and prove that he’s not some domesticated ex-villain, but it’s also about him having difficulty adjusting to this new norm

-Before, Morro was doomed to a cursed eternity for the longest time. He was pent up and bitter and focused on a whole lot of negative stuff, and now he’s waking up and going to work and living life like none of that happened. It’s jarring, and he’s realizing that it’s so far from how he once was.

-He’s thinking, “That angry person I used to be was me, that’s who I was. What changed?” When really he’d just been so bitter and upset for so, so long that that’s all he can think of himself as being—that’s who he was, that’s who Morro was. It’s just he wasn’t actively thinking about it or anything until MK prompted it. He’s changed, and he knows that, but now he’s like…he’s moreso conscious of it, like actually realizing it’s not just that he gave up being so spiteful and tried to redeem himself—he’s forgotten what he was like before he was a vengeful spirit.

-That was what defined them for so long. And now who are they?

-The other part of it is that he doesn’t want to feel like he’s conforming, doesn’t want to be responsible, that it feels like he’s just following along to fate’s rules. And he abhors that.

-Uhhhhhh anyways tl:dr Morro has an episode all his own about self-discovery and also demolishes some stuff along the way.

-OH ONE MORE THING Morro divulges some more about his past to MK and Mei in this episode and also I don’t have a title for the episode yet so suggestions/help with that is greatly appreciated

•Back to our regularly scheduled program

•Morro. Does not trust Wukong very much.

-Like, Morro already has past trauma with Wu, given how Wu told Morro he could be the Green Ninja and fed him a bunch of hopeful nonsense and all that. Morro knows that MK’s been told he has some big destiny and power and whatever by this mentor-figure.

-Also. The Golden Weapons’ parallels with Monkey King’s staff?? Fun stuff. The staff “chose” MK and all that jazz.

-Morro doesn’t trust him from the start, although it’s less of Morro being perceptive enough to pick up on Wukong’s crap and instead that his paranoia ended up being right

-Morro would definitely go “At this point I can’t tell if you or Wu are worse, and that’s fucking saying something.”

-There’s one instance in which Morro straight up punches Wukong square in the face. I’m keeping that scene to myself for now because I gotta have some secrets, you know? Heheh

•Mei’s green power startles Morro every now and then

-Like there’s a flash of glowing green in their peripheral and they jolt. Literally they don’t even do it on purpose, it’s a knee jerk response to glowing green powers.

•Morro drinks soy sauce. He’ll get a little dish and sip from it. Yes, I based this off of myself.

•Macaque is Morro’s dad now btw I should probably mention that /hj

•During the episode “Macaque”, Morro shows up when MK does and actually manages to like. Demonstrate a decently strong attack at Macaque’s shadow kaiju thing. Wind does wonders against smoke monsters (I think Mac called it that??)

-Anyways Macaque quickly takes an interest in Morro! Morro tags along with MK for the training stuff because they’re not letting the kid get taken to some secondary location

-…unless they goes too, lmao

-Plus Macaque doesn’t actually mind him coming along, Morro’s wind powers peaked his interest

•Oh also Morro @ Macaque: “You know back where I’m from, we have an elemental Master of Shadow—I bet they could kick your ass, lol”

Macaque:

Macaque: “a fucking what”

•Also Morro? Actually really vibes with Macaque’s teachings?? Like he definitely reminds MK to take breaks and take it easy every once in a while, but for the most part Morro is like “fuck yeah? This guy is straightforward and makes a good point. Although strategy is important to take into account first and foremost it also helps to actually have a sense of direction here”

-So Morro thinks that Macaque’s got superior skills as a teacher to MK here

-Up until the whole betrayal thing haha

•Macaque keeps a close eye on Morro throughout the episodes following all of this actually!

-Like Macaque checks in on him throughout Season 2 and so they cross paths again fairly quickly

-Morro is very apprehensive at first but begrudgingly understands that it isn’t anything personal against MK, what Mac did—Morro’s literally been in that kind of situation before, sort of. “Nothing personal, just doing this to achieve my goals, you just happen to be involved in this and got hurt.”

-Like Morro gets it. You do evil and fucked up shit because it’s fun at the time and you wanna get back at someone who hurt you

•He’s still very protective of MK but he genuinely understands where Mac is coming from when he pulled that stunt

•They both absolutely open up to each other about their respective deaths eventually, though it takes time

•Macaque shows Morro some cool fighting stuff! They spar together a lot

-Morro finds himself looking forward to those sessions (he can get an actual challenge lmao) and so does Macaque! Mac hasn’t had a sparring buddy in. Well. You know ;)

•Morro 100% picks up on the ex vibes Macaque and Wukong have

•But anyways Morro and Macaque have a great time training and sparring together! Neither of them are afraid to get aggressive, but not because they’re angry—it’s because they know the other one can take it!

•They just overall bond offscreen (and maybe onscreen too? Do I need to make another new episode dedicated to this??) during Season 2/end of Season 1

•Macaque and Morro have a fun dynamic that I’ll expound more upon in Season 3 stuff, but I’m saving anything s3 for a different post because spoilers

•I will divulge that LBD has some difficulty handling Morro for reasons that are ghost-related and that Morro wants to kick her ass

-Well, related to the fact that Morro used to be a ghost and I have a very specific headcanon about his new physical body in that regard

•Anyways

•The Macaque thing is pure self-indulgence on my end because he’s one of my favorite characters

•If it feels forced in, it’s because it probably is, but serotonin go brrrrr in my head and that overrules all logic

•I want to draw what Morro’s intro screen would look like for the opening but I don’t have the skill (can’t draw complex backgrounds well at ALL) rip

-Concept for seasons 1 + 2 would have him standing in the front with a clear shot like the other characters do, arms are crossed or he’s leaning on his broom, and in the background we see a cool dynamic shot of him flying one of those neat Chinese kites. Color scheme is mostly greens and grays? I’m not sure.

-My idea for the Season 3 intro I’m reserving for now

•Morro doesn’t know how to drive I should mention. Man needs to learn to, lol

•Mei and MK teach him lingo and Morro honestly picks it up shockingly fast.

-He can understand some things about it? But others he’s at a total loss for.

-For example Morro doesn’t understand surreal memes or deep-fried stuff, he just doesn’t get what’s funny about them

•Morro knows a lot of occult/spiritual info!! He’s your man if you’ve got some form of spooky trouble ailing you

-So for spooky or supernatural happenings, Morro can give some decent advice.

•Don’t get him wet, he despises water.

•Also he’s still absolutely unhinged. Redemption doesn’t mean he lost any of his violent tendencies, so that’s a lot of manic fun.

-The vibe of what he’ll be saying is all good stuff, but the way he says it sounds like he’s delivering a villain speech

-Oh and don’t get me started on his dramatics either because this man is the smuggest and most theatric bastard ever and I love him for it

-A sore loser and a sore winner.

-So a ton of similarities to Red Son’s behavior, just…toned down a bit more and he’s not trying to be a villain. That’s just how he is. He slips back into villain mode sometimes because he was a villain, and he’s also just kinda like that.

-Morro’s villain tendencies/vibes are always more…creepy? Dark? Than Red Son’s are. Macabre, I’d say. He could actually scare you if he wanted to? It’s hard to describe.

-To sum it up: trying to do good things, but his attitude about it is so diabolical and dramatic. Aaaaannnnd his methods aren’t entirely moral all the time, either. He’s trying, okay??

•Although on that note, Morro is still a master at manipulation when it comes to it. He’s very adept at twisting his words around and can occasionally fall back on old habits without meaning to

-Fucking watch out for him when he’s intentionally being manipulative though, you don’t wanna mess with that

•Morro 100% attends Mac’s shadow plays, they really enjoy them and are the most enthusiastic person in the stands

-Macaque: The hero and the warrior were like the sun and the moon—

Morro: FUCK YEAH LET’S GOOOOOO

Macaque, confused and embarrassed: Uh, anyways.

•Morro would either be very good or very bad at fighting Red Son; wind can either fuel fire or snuff it out. Depends on the oxygen and stuff.

•Anything involving flying/air/heights? Morro is adept at that. Man would kill for one of Wukong’s clouds

•Trans he/they Morro rights

•This post is long enough so I’ll end it here

#ninjago #art #lego ninjago #my art #lego monkie kid #lmk au #lmk #nsg au #nsg #noodle shop ghost au #noodle shop ghost #edit #screenshot edit #morro #ninjago morro

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jellifysh · 3 years ago

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Masterlist

updated masterlist as of 3/15/23 for jellifysh's blog, content inside is mostly ot7 x fem!reader centered and exclusively bts content

No more update schedule :( but none of my stories are being discontinued so feel free to check in from time to time <333

Latest updates:

Fake Love (ch 2)

Ride With You (part 10)

Series

Getting Back Into the Swing of Things

ot7 x reader / exes to friends to lovers / strangers to friends to lovers / light angst / fluff / slow burn / roommates au / polyamory

preview: Hearing her voice now, Namjoon was reminded of the times when she was all he had. How she was his everything, supported him with everything she had, even if it meant giving him the shirt off her back.

For some reason those times didn't feel as far as they usually did.

"Joon?" Y/n sniffled. "I know it sounds crazy, you don't even have to, it's been years,"

"No," Namjoon was agreeing before he could even think, before he could even remember the other people who lived in the house just the next room over. "No, it's okay, I mean, we promised each other right? We'd never turn our backs on each other?"

A huffed, snotty laugh. At least he could still make her laugh. "Yeah, we did. So, then..?"

"You can stay with us, it'll be fine I promise, I'll handle everything, don't worry at all, it'll be great! Like, old times, okay?"

p.1 | p.2 | p.3 | p.4 | p.5 | p.6 | p.7 | p.8 | p.9 | p.10 | p.11 | p.12 | p.13 | p.14 | p.15 | p.16 | ch.17 ✔

extras: Shopping in IKEA |

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Ride With You

mafia au / poly!ot7 x reader / exes to lovers / strangers to lovers / angst / eventually fluff and smut / jungkook x reader focus / slowly gets more and more unhinged / yandere?/ violence, guns, and espionage

Preview: "Kookie please talk to me. What's happening?"

"Um," he started. "Did I ever tell you that I was engaged before?"

"No!"

"Well, I was. To six people. That happen to be Bangtan Sonyeondan."

"What?! The fucking mafia, are you crazy?!"

A thud hit a window behind you. Then another, then a brick smashed through the window.

"Kookie, baby! It's been so long since we talked! Why are you running from us?" A voice called from outside the window. Jungkook ran to it, glaring at who ever was down there.

"That's cause you're a fucking sicko!"

"That's not nice to say to your husbands, baby!"

"Fuck you!"

ex-fiancés au idea

| ch.1 | ch.2 | ch.3 | ch.4 | ch.5 | ch.6 | ch.7 | ch.8 | ch.9 | ch.10 | …

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Fake Love

ot7 x reader / soft(ish?) yandere idol au / strangers (?) to lovers / fluff / dark fluff / angst / smut probably

Preview: “What was she even doing in that sicko’s car?” Jungkook growled, finally letting Yoongi go roughly and turning around to bang at the wall. “I swear to God if he wasn’t already in a coma, I’d knock him into one myself.”

“Oh, that’d look great on the news. BTS’s Idol Jungkook beats a man to a pulp.” Taehyung scoffed.

“Who gives a fuck about the news?! Our love is hurt!” He yelled. “She’s laying all by herself in some hospital room, hurt and alone, we have to see her hyung, she needs us right now!” Jungkook pleaded, turning to Namjoon who had been on the phone this whole time, ignoring the chaos in the room.

Namjoon hung up and placed the phone down, finally turning to comfort him. “Calm down, Jungkook.”

“Calm down? How am I supposed to–”

“Trust me, you don’t have to worry anymore.” Namjoon said, eerily calm. The blank look on their leader’s face silenced him, the whole room’s attention piqued as he addressed them with a calm attitude despite the dire situation. “We’re going to go see her right now.”

Amnesia au | preview1 | preview2 | prequel | ch1 | ch2 | …

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Drabbles

spy au idea | 1/2 | spy au drabble | 1½ | 1¾ | 2 |2½ | 3 | ...

a/b/o dynamics / ot7 x reader / fluff / angst / eventual smut / mafia bts, spy reader / soulmates au / violence, guns, and abo typical heat cycles

college au idea | 1 | 2 | valentine's day | ...

friends w benefits au / ot7 x reader / friends to fwb to lovers / smut / fluff / light angst / mc is the prettiest girl in the world (that's you!)

the a/b/o au that will never be... maybe idea | p.1 | ...

omegaverse au / ot7 x reader / strangers(?) to lovers / yandere / dark fluff / eventual smut / bts adores you too much / bts conveniently have everything you could ever need / the boys are a little toxic

Housewife au | p.1 | p.2 | p.3 | ...

ot7 x reader/ Housewife au / arranged marriage to lovers / namjoon x reader focus / eventual polyamory / fluffiest of fluffs / light angst/ mutual pining

One-shots

The Ceremony (coming soon...)

ot7 x reader

omegaverse, fluff, smut

Requests (open!)

ABC asks (nsfw)

A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z

#gbist #i did it #let me know if it works y'all #masterlist #daydreams #rwy #fl

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escape-music1432 · 2 years ago

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Past Lives

Simon “Ghost” Riley x Reader

Soulmate AU: Heterochromatic Eyes

Idgaf if y’all complaint about me giving Ghost hazel eyes. Your stuck with it babes😚

Hopefully y’all like this cuz this took me days. DAYS. I can’t exaggerate that enough.

4k words.

Can you guess the song by the title???

I can’t write accents for the life of me. I’m sorry😭

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Your tongue began to curl against your teeth as you swirled around the glass of wine, the bitter sweet taste and the warmth that filled your stomach only made your tongue dry for more. You hummed along to the music that played in the background, taking another gulp before being pressured into another. You were on your second glass and still found no end to the pounding thoughts in your mind.

It seemed all your friends had found their soulmates, and you were stuck in between never knowing and simply not caring. You hated the envious feeling when you would see them, it made you boil in anger and resentment from how it was a once in a lifetime opportunity. It was simple to know when you found your soulmate, but also difficult and you had yet to find them.

You looked into the reflection in your glass of wine, fighting the urge to chug the rest of it. The faint reflections showed the different eye colors you had, one being a dull unamused color and the other being sprouts of greens and browns. Whoever your soulmate was, they had such a unique eye color and yours most likely made them unhinged with how dull your eye color was. You sighed deeply, taking another big gulp of the dark red liquid. Feeling a chill run up your spine as you topped off the glass for the third time.

It was hard to describe how you felt about Soulmates. You didn’t want to love someone just because the universe wants you to be with them, having the choice was part of being human and not having that option in this world just made you annoyed. They could be a murderer, a self centered asshole, emotionless or possibly someone you couldn’t even speak too both through words or hand signs. But that mystery is something you wanted to solve, knowing they were going to be the love of your life.

“You’ll find that they are perfect in every way. That’s why they’re your soulmate.” That’s what your mom would tell you, over and over again, and you still didn’t seem to understand it. It’s hard to picture meeting someone for the first time and instantly clicking but you were so sure; Your mom and dad seemed deeply in love, and their story is just like every one on the planets.

“We ran into each other on a whim, it was like fate.” Surprisingly, that’s what your dad said to you, like it was so simple to understand. But you didn’t want that, you wanted to be able to choose if they were truly the one for you, and you’ve seen your mom and dad have their differences but that didn’t make them love each other less; no matter what they always made up, and you dreaded ever feeling something like that. You couldn’t commit to someone just for something to happen to them, and it’s harder when that happens. You’ve seen instances where the soulmate had passed on. It took years or even months when another color would swarm their grey eye like the universe could just simply conjure up someone else to be their so called “soulmate.” It just didn’t make sense to you, why would you have a soulmate when they could simply leave the earth and you’d have another the next day like the first one meant little to nothing.

“It’s not unusual but it is rare when something like that happens (y/n). It won’t happen to you.” Your grandma said it so lovingly after she lost her husband, then sits there with her “soulmate.” You hated every sickening second of weekends you’d spend for family gatherings, watching as your grandmother smiled and laughed like she hadn’t lost a part of herself, like the tears she’d cry when she thought no one was around would make it any easier to accept her new husband. It’s moments like those that truly made you fear your future love life.

“If soulmates never existed then maybe life wouldn’t be so bad.” You mumbled to yourself as you sipped the last of your glass, noticing the bottle was empty.

You’ve dreamt of a world where soulmates didn’t exist, a place where you had full control of who you choose to be with and that thought made you feel less lonely. A world like that is dangerous; it’s a world without a one true soulmate that most would never come close to meeting and that thought brought you back to square one again and again. Things like that would only occur to you in dreams, dreams that were vivid; so vivid in fact you swore they were real. Each time you dreamt of another place where it could be easier to find “The One” you’d find yourself right back here, in a bar in a City you had no business in living in besides “wanting to see the world.”

“Hey, can I get another bottle this one’s empty?” You placed the bottle on the counter, looking at the man that had been cleaning glasses and dusting off bottles. His blonde curls bounced as he hummed, the back of his hand cleared sweat from atop his forehead and he leaned against the counter exhausted from his late shift. Then he turned his attention toward you a lazy smile gracing his thin lips.

“I shouldn’t give you another bottle, you topped that off within the last hour (y/n).” Sean chuckled while you giggled at his words. Sean was the owner and a close friend of yours, you’ve known him since you graduated high school and he was one of the few friends you didn’t envy.

“We both know the bottle you gave me was technically empty. Come on, at least let me try that one on the shelf, it looks beautiful.” You looked from Sean’s dark brown eyes to the vibrant blue bottle and he had a glint of mischief, and for a moment you were startled by his usually calm composure shift into a shit eating grin like he had a plan. You knew that look and dreaded the outcome immediately.

“Well, (y/n), that’s my most expensive bottle. I’ll let you have a glass or two, free of charge, if you ask that guy over there for his number.” He tilted his head slightly to his left then moved his eyes behind you, and for a moment you were excited for the challenge. You turned your attention nonchalantly to glance behind you, and your smile immediately dropped at the booth of men behind you. Lucky for you they didn’t notice you staring, your gaze followed Sean’s eyes to the hooded man with his back turned to you. His shoulders were broad, and he surprisingly towered over most of his friends in height and bulk. You couldn’t deny that his friends were just as muscular and finely crafted by gods, and the way some of their eye colors matched meant they had met their soulmates. Lucky soulmates they had.

“Him? The big guy in the hood?” You turned back to face Sean who had the shittiest smirk on his face as he nodded his head. You froze for a moment, suddenly the realization hit you like a truck, this was someone who quite possibly had found their soulmate and you were gonna stomp up to them and start a shit show.

“Wait! What if he met his soulmate?!” You leaned forward whisper screaming to Sean, even though the bustling of the bar could easily drown your voice out. Surprisingly he had heard you through the noise and hummed,

“Don’t worry, they haven’t met em yet. I checked, your welcome by the way, but be warned he is very intimidating.” Sean smiled slyly like it was so obvious, and you giggled at his playful eye roll. Then Sean’s smile dropped as fear flashed within his eyes as he leaned close to you, a chill running up your spine from the rush of fear that plagued your body wondering if the cloaked figure was some kind of creep.

“That masked fucker nearly made me shit myself when he asked for whiskey. Thought he was gonna ask for money.” Sean leaned back and laughed aloud, turning around to grab the bottle of wine you had been eye balling all night. “But he seemed okay, had a nice accent and I know how you love men with accents.”

“Oh, like your Australian Husband? I’d kill to have a man with an accent.” You leaned on your elbow looking dreamily into air like someone matching the description would appear out of nowhere. Sean huffed, “You can’t have my husband but you can have that nice stack of man in the booth.”

You gasped, “I’m telling Mike!”

��You aren’t saying shit. Now run along and get that number and if it’s not on a nasty napkin in pen then you can kiss this bottle goodbye Sweetheart.” Sean poured himself a glass. The clear pink liquid looked rose gold as he swirled it around his wine glass looking straight in your mismatched eyes and taking a sip. The way his expression softened at the single sip made you nearly explode in anticipation. You nearly shattered the glass in your hand as Sean hummed letting out an exaggerated sigh of relief.

“That tastes like heaven.” Sean looked down at the glass in a bit of surprise then his eyes flicked up to look at you again, a shit eating grin growing on his features as he teased you. You could see just how serious he was, as he took another sip from his glass and you stood up nearly knocking over your chair.

“Oh, you done did it now. Pass me a pen ass hat.” You watched as he choked on the wine spitting it back into his glass as he laughed, handing you the pen that was clipped onto his shirt pocket. “I can’t wait to see this shit.”

You huffed, turning on your heel the wine hitting you as you stood idly waiting for the gentle high to leave before making your move. Your fingers twirled the pen in your hands, wondering what kind of pick up line you could use or if maybe a sly joke could ease up the tension. Just when you were about the touch the hunched over man’s shoulder his mohawked friend cleared his throat catching your attention. The smile you had plastered on your face didn’t go unnoticed as he looked you up and down, his surprised expression turned into fear like you were about to make a big mistake. His friends laughed not even noticing your presence, the mohawked man leaned back in his chair like he was waiting for something to happen. His expression softened as he turned his attention to the man that had made a joke. You took a deep inhale of air,

“Hey I think you took something from me.” Just as those playful words left your mouth the world around you began moving in slow motion.

Your hand touched the hooded man’s shoulder. He didn’t jump or make any sudden movements he only seemed to lean away from the contact. You turned your attention from his friend back to him as he leaned back and turned his body to look up to you. His skull painted balaclava was the first noticeable feature as every part of his face was covered besides the dark paint that littered around his eyes just to make them pop, and the colors of mixed match (e/c) and hazel eyes didn’t go unnoticed as your welcoming smile dropped and the spark you knew was in your eyes left.

You were drained of any emotions, any ounce of feeling in your body was whisked away into the bar that became silent background noise of buzzing and ringing in your ears. His eyes widened as the (e/c) faded and became replaced with the swirls of browns and greens that once plagued your right eye. The mohawked man’s eyes widened and his mouth dropped and it felt like the world around you fell, crumbling into pieces that you didn’t want to put together. Your hand was still on his shoulder, a shock of electricity seemed to flow through you. He must have felt it too because when he fully turned toward you his eyes stared deeply, almost lovingly, into your own like you were both blinded by something that could possibly be the end or the beginning.

Your eyes burned as you pulled your hand away in fear, not only feeling his eyes but his friends eyes as well. You felt as if everyone was staring at you, like you had somehow made a fool of yourself on a whim. Sean called your name, like it was some kind of joke and you couldn’t take it. You felt familiarity in the softened expression as if it was just so easy for him to accept something you couldn’t. Your vision became blurry as Sean called for you again. You shook your head backing away slowly from the masked man in front of you, his arm twitched as he lifted his hand wanting to reach for you but tears finally began flowing down your cheeks. You opened your mouth to say something, anything but no words or sounds came from you. Just a small hiccup that only seemed to push you back further into the dark roots of your mind. You quickly turned around making eye contact with Sean. His expression went from witty to absolute disbelief; his expression resembled the mohawk friend of your soulmate and that proved to you this was all very real. Sean got his bearings to late, and once he moved to make his way around the bar you had bolted for the restrooms in the back. Hiding your face and keeping your head low, sadly that only seemed to add onto the eyes that you had felt earlier.

You closed the bathroom door, taking deep breaths. Your hands were shaking as you flipped up the tap of the sink, you began washing your face in the cold water rinsing off the tears that had stained your cheeks. Your body leaned against the sink, holding onto the sides for dear life. A knock on the door caused you to jump, scared of whoever it was that was behind the door. You heard another knock before you leaned against the wall, hiding yourself in the corner.

“(Y/n), open up! You gotta believe me, I didn’t know. You should be happy. I thought this was what you wanted?” Sean’s voice boomed through the door, sounding like he was about ready to cry himself.

“What I wanted? What I wanted was that wine and instead I get bulldozed by reality. You know how I feel about this Soulmate thing, you know the dreams I’ve had.” You curled yourself further into a ball, finding the sour taste of wine on your tongue too hard to bare. Sean sighed from behind the door, he shuffled for a minute before the door clicked open. You looked over to him as he walked through the door, the bathroom key in between his fingers as he gave you a weak playful smile. You scoffed turning your attention to the floor, avoiding the talk he wanted to have.

“What if those dreams are signs (y/n), what if this was meant to happen-“ Sean was quick to shut up at your glaring (e/c) eyes, and he still couldn’t get over how they were now the same color. “Meant to happen? Sean I’m crazy… there is no red string of fate, no craving for my soulmates food, no words carved into my wrist, no happy ending for me. Every dream I have ends with my soulmate dying either in my arms, away from home, or during service.”

“You aren’t crazy, I believe you. Look, I know this is scary but maybe it’s not going to be like that. You can’t keep running from this.” Sean crouched down to you, his hands brushing your back in a comforting manner. You shook your head, tears threatening to spill once again.

“You don’t understand… I looked into his eyes and it felt as if I’ve lived lifetimes falling in love with them, lifetimes spent searching and finding him over and over again. I could feel him, his emotions, his fear and love in just one simple look. I felt actual love, attraction… He was home.” Sean’s mouth dropped at your words, “Holy shit, I need to write that down one sec- hey I was joking!”

You couldn’t help but smile as Sean held the shoulder you had just shoved, and for a moment you knew it would be alright. You watched as Sean sat up again, smiling at the thought and his next words brought to light the questions you had. “I think you’re meant to be, if the attraction is as you describe. I mean, there are soulmates that travel through time. Remember our history class in junior year?”

Sean tilted his head slightly trying to remember the class, but you laughed aloud shaking your head, shoving his shoulder again. “I remember you had a crush on the teacher.”

“He was hot, but my husbands way hotter.” Sean gave you a playful wink, and you sighed happily as you leaned back against the wall. Your hands running through your tangled hair. Sean leaned closer to you and wrapped his arms around you, giving you a quick squeeze then letting out a dramatic sigh.

“I just want you to be happy, please just give him and yourself a chance. I’m sure he’ll surprise you.” Sean leaned back looking into your eyes trying to find confirmation for his words. You swipe the tears from your eyes and nod, taking a shaky breath in before giving Sean a mischievous grin. “I’ll do it, only because you admitted you liked our history teacher.”

Sean scoffed standing up and holding his hand out to you, you gladly accepted his help. Slowly you both made your way back to the bar, the hooded man and his friends were nowhere in sight. You sat down as Sean poured you a glass of the expensive wine, before helping out people that had been waiting. Your hands shook as you brought the glass to your lips, the sweet and sour taste mixing with the bitterness of the wine you had drank before. The drink went down smoothly, not even tasting of its aged process. You slowly set the glass down basking in the warmth at the pit of your stomach, finding it comforting.

“It okay to sit ‘ere?” The booming voice made you jump, looking for the source. Your eyes caught sight of the masked man from before, and he didn’t break eye contact as he stood idly waiting for a response.

How could you describe it, the feeling blossoming from within your chest as you sat mesmerized by the broad man in front of you. He wasn't what you had in mind considering the fact he was much fitter than you were. The skull balaclava that covered his face only seemed to bubble up more questions than answers. His once (e/c) and hazel mixed eyes were now both purely hazel, they were swirls of bronze, gold and emerald. And for a moment you thought you were imagining things, seeing something that couldn't possibly be possible. The red string grasped your pinky finger tightly and for a moment you thought you would be yanked against the large man in front of you. The taste of whiskey and tea painted over you tongue as you held down the urge to cough as spit caught in your throat.

You felt faint, nearly toppling over in the bar stool. You felt his hand against your arm, a rough but gentle grip to keep you held up. The butterflies bloomed in your chest as your cheeks began to burn. Your initials sprang to life against his callused hands, signifying further that this was truly fate. His eyes watched as you steadied yourself against the counter. The silence was louder than the music playing in the background.

"Y’alright?" His heavily accented voice cut through the air and caused a sudden breath of fresh air to fill the room as you heaved in. You looked around the room, seeing that you were still at the bar not fully understanding what had just happened but the feeling of knowing was all the more prominent. His voice broke your thoughts again, "Didn't mean ta scare you."

You looked back up to him, his hazel eyes scanning your facial features for some kind of hint. However you smiled shaking your head, "It's okay, I just couldn't help but notice you look familiar. I mean we’re soulmates and the balaclava is-i can't see your face but you-never mind."

You turned away shaking your head, trying to find your bearings. The sudden breeze of air made you assume he had left but when you looked over he had taken a seat next you, only focusing on the glass of whiskey that Sean had brought over. "Couldn't help but notice it too."

You couldn’t stop the large smile from forming on your lips, turning to hold your hand out to him. “I’m (y/n), it’s nice to finally meet you… uh…”

“Simon.” He looked down at your hand then to your eyes a softened look flashed over his own as he brought his gloved hand to grip yours firmly. You gave his hand a quick shake before you turned your attention back to the glass of wine,

“It’s nice to finally meet you Simon.” Your index finger ran around the rim of your glass, and for a moment you didn’t know what to say. You took a quick swig and set down the glass, “I’m sorry for earlier, I was overwhelmed. I know I said it felt like I’ve seen you somewhere but it’s more than that you don’t have to believe me bu-“

“I do. Said I noticed it earlier-“ Simon was quickly cut of by you shaking your head, turning your full attention toward him. “No. I was scared. Do you know what Soul Bonds are?”

He tilted his head down to look at you, nodding his head in confirmation already knowing what your next words were going to be. “Well I believe I’m Bound to you, I’ve seen you so many times even as you are now and every time you… I’ve seen it happen to my grandma once, losing your soulmate isn’t an easy feat and I just don’t know if I could bare losing you here… again. Simon I know we just met but I can’t lose you.”

You hung your head, looking at your reflection still not used to the (e/c) eyes looking back. Simon’s hand was against your shoulder, giving a firm squeeze and he kept his gaze on your misty eyes. “I was going t’leave not because I was afraid but because I couldn’t put y’through that pain again…”

You nodded your head, finding his words hurtful from how much truth they held. Even like this you didn’t care if every possible outcome would lead you back here. You knew everything would be perfect between you, like it had been for lifetimes even if this is where the cycle ends. “I understand. You can go if you want. I’ve felt you, I’ve had you, loved you for so long that I know this is for the best even if it hurts. I’m okay with just getting to meet you in this life, Simon.”

You forced a smile trying to be strong, this was what you wanted after all. The burning in your eyes got worse, causing you to hide your face behind your hair as stray tears slipped down your cheeks, some falling into the glass of wine. The hold he had against your shoulder tightened as you sniffed, not wanting him to see cry again. Simon hummed at your words, shaking his head. His gaze hardened as he pulled you toward his chest, resting his chin atop your head and wrapping his arms around your shoulders to cradle you closer. “I’m not leavin, love. I’ve seen life without you and I’m sure y’have too. It’s dull, boring, can’t seem to find anyone good enough besides you. We’re bound, and I’d like t’keep it that way. If thats alright with you?”

You chuckled into his chest already loving how blunt he was. You nodded your head slowly, taking in the warmth and a scent of him before he pulled away. Simon turned back to take a sip of his whiskey, his side glance toward you made butterflies bloom in your chest. You gently brought your hand out to his, he flinched at the contact before easing up and allowing you to gently hold it. “I know you don’t like physical contact so thank you, Simon. I’d like to get to know you better first, if that’s okay?”

Simon hummed nodding his head, acting as if he wasn’t dying behind his balaclava with how much it took to just pull you close to him. He’d never admit it, but no matter how many lifetimes he’s lived he could never get over how you make him feel and watching your blush increase when your friend began teasing you, he knew he wouldn’t get over it in this life either.

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Maybe pt. 2👀

#simon riley #simon ghost riley #ghost x reader #ghost x you #ghost mw2 #mw2 x reader #mw2 fanfic #soulmate au

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disappearinginq · 2 years ago

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You ever get to the point in a show, where you’re not sure if you’re accurately seeing what’s really there, or if there’s so much influence from fandoms and headcanons that it permanently skews your point of view?

I’m still watching Yellowstone, though at this point, I don’t know why. It’s edging towards Game of Thrones level of “There Are No Likeable Characters Why Am I Watching This?”

I used to really like Beth. Honestly, I did. But the more I rewatched it, and the more that the story progresses, the more I just want to slap the shit out of her, because she is a modern day Antigone, and it’s driving me up the wall.

I am more than willing to admit that a huge chunk of that is because I personally hate the narrative of the only love you can have is for your spouse, or your biological family. Like somehow sharing DNA or a bed is the only way you can ‘truly’ love someone. Because fuck that narrative. I don’t see my biological family except once every 20 years (a few, next time I see them, will be their funeral, because they’re twats). My godchildren have no biolgical ties to me whatsoever, and my parents treat them like their grandchildren. I love them as if they were my own. I have never, ever wanted biological kids but I want to adopt at some point, and I will go to jail for assault and battery if anyone ever tried to tell me the vile crap they spew on TV shows regarding adoption.

But at this point, I want Beth dead. I want her dead, and I don’t want a miracle walk away, because I draw the line at threatening children, especially toddlers. I don’t give a fuck what happened - this does not make the case of ‘Well, Beth would be nicer if she had her own kids’ because we’ve seen she absolutely would not. She’s undiagnosed schizophrenic psychopath at this point. The beginning of the season she’s telling her father he needs to move on from his wife, which is fucking hilarious given that she has sabotaged every attempt at a relationship her father has like some deranged Elektra complex with the justification that ‘they’re not my mother, and they can never compare’ (up to and including arranging to have one of the women thrown into prison for 10 years). She has a husband who loves unconditionally, and has point blank said he doesn’t want kids, he doesn’t even like dogs. She winds up with a teenager that comes to live at the ranch that desperately wants her to be his mom, she has a job whenever she needs one, her father loves her and still - she is a fucking horrible human being. The kid she ‘adopts’ - she and Rip throw him in the basement, and the first time she gets mad at him, she assaults him in a store, and another mother films her and threatens to call CPS (which she should’ve anyways) and the mother is shown as the nosy-busybody Karen who should mind her own business. Beth has the patience of a honey badger on meth. She has zero impulse control. None of which would magically be fixed if she had a biological child.

But that seems to be where the narrative is heading. Like oh, it’s because of her brother that she’s this upset/unhinged/self-loathing....if ONLY SHE COULD REPRODUCE, SHE WOULD BE FULFILLED. Are. You. Fucking. Kidding me. And everything in the fandom is how great Beth is, and how relatable she is, and then going through fanfic, the she’s written so completely out of character you would assume that it was a mis-labelled AU, and it makes me wonder if we’re watching the same show. If the character they’re writing is what they identify with, they’re not the same person, and the more I watch the show trying to see what they see, the more I know we’re not watching the same thing.

At this point, if Jamie doesn’t eventually snap and kill her or at least hit her with the car, I will be amazed.

#yellowstone tv #yellowstone complaint #I am not a fan of Beth Dutton #threatening children is where I draw the line #I don't care what happened to you #jamie dutton #This is my rant #I apologize to people who are here for other reasons #but I'm mad #and if you can't mouth off into the void of social media where can you

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arts-and-drafts · 2 years ago

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Call Them Brothers (Hermit!Tommy AU)

(A little look into the early months of Mumbo and Tommy's friendship in this AU! This one is pretty angsty, mind the CWs :)c )

CW: Abandonment, violence mentions

Mumbo had no earthly idea why Tommy chose to hang around him.

As far as looks were to be considered, Mumbo was a human in a world of otherworldly creatures. He was well dressed and eloquent, and as entertaining as a white slice of bread. But still, this feral little kid that couldn't be more of his opposite decided to trail behind him like an imprinted chick, already talking as if he and Mumbo were thick as thieves despite the fact that they just met.

He was used to foul language, and that special kind of unhinged that Tommy exuberated with everyone he talked to was just another day with Bdubs, or Skizzleman, if Mumbo was off server. But for some reason, the kid took one look at him and decided that they were friends, even when the vibe couldn't be more different between the two of them.

It baffled Mumbo, but he wasn't one to object to very many things. Besides, the kid wasn't too bad to be around once you got used to him.

Tommy made him laugh, even if most of the time it was of incredulousness at whatever in the realms just came from the kid's mouth. He would constantly beg for Mumbo to teach him redstone, only to get bored and complain within the first minute of the man explaining the rudimentary knowledge of what a redstone signal was.

"I can't just beam the information into your brain!" Mumbo had said, to which Tommy looked up at him with such an outlandish face that the man couldn't help but stifle a laugh.

"Why not? You're a genius," Tommy had replied, so matter of fact that it seemed more like he was stating the obvious instead of offering a compliment.

Okay, maybe Mumbo had an inkling as to why he let the kid hang around him so much. (An ego boost was never a bad thing--could he really be blamed?)

However, even when Mumbo started to get used to Tommy's presence, it was the protectiveness that quickly followed from the boy that he couldn't wrap his head around.

When anyone from the Hobbit Society came for a visit, the hostility from Tommy escalated so much that neither Mumbo or the hermit visiting could tell if it was a bit or not. Even spending the day with Grian was overseen by jealous blue eyes glaring holes into the back of the hermit's head from behind a tree, the request from Mumbo that they be left alone barely taken into account.

It was when Tommy started the insults that Mumbo decided it was enough.

"Tom, listen." Mumbo said, pulling the kid aside after he scared off xB. Tommy looked up at him with wide eyes of rapture, something Mumbo had to try very hard to push past to get his point across.

"You've gotta chill out, mate." Mumbo said, allowing a small bit of his growing exasperation slip into his words. Tommy's eyebrows furrowed exaggeratedly.

"What d'you mean?" the boy asked, already adapting the defensive tone he took on whenever he was caught out. Mumbo sighed.

"I'm allowed to have friends, alright? I'm flattered you want to hang out so much, but--I still have a life, you know?" Mumbo said, nervously deciding to just get to the point after seeing Tommy's expression darken.

"You've been really mean, dude." Mumbo's voice softened to genuine truth. Tommy blinked.

"I get that that's just who you are sometimes, but you won't even let me have a day with my husband without him feeling like he's gonna get kicked out by security." Mumbo continued, taking advantage of the kid's silence.

"This server is about community. It's okay if you don't feel up to that yet, but please let me continue to." Mumbo said.

Tommy was quiet, something that always made Mumbo nervous just because of how little it happened. The man was prepared to soften his words with hurried fluff that made him seem less abrupt, but the kid spoke up before he even got a chance.

"...Okay. Sorry." Tommy mumbled, suddenly void of any energy that usually fueled his words. Mumbo stared.

Tommy never apologized, especially not that quickly.

"...You okay?" Mumbo asked lamely, honestly not knowing what else to say. He sensed something was very off with the kid, but he'd never been good at deciphering that sort of thing.

Tommy hunched his shoulders and scuffed the smoothstone floor with his sneaker, not looking at Mumbo anymore. Dread started to pool in the man's gut.

"Tommy, you didn't do anything wrong-" Mumbo tried to say, but the kid violently shook his head. "No, I didn't--"

He took a shuddering breath, like he did when he saw the various buttons around Mumbo's base for his contraptions, or he was caught off guard by a firework propelling a hermit to the sky.

Oh no.

"I'm not annoying, not really," Tommy pleaded, looking up at Mumbo with eyes that broke his heart.

"No, Tommy, that's nothing like what I was saying." Mumbo scrambled, reaching out, only to awkwardly close his fist and bring it back when Tommy tensed.

"You're not annoying. Who told you that?"

"You're such an annoying little shit!" Wilbur yelled, his voice so harsh and biting that Tommy couldn't tell if he was joking. The way he mercilessly noogied the boy's yellow curls made it even harder to tell.

"Get the fuck offa me!!" Tommy yelled right back, trying his best to struggle out of the headlock his pseudo-brother had him in. "PHIIIIIIL! WILBUR'S BEING A DICKHEAD!!"

"Stop being a dickhead, Wil." Came Phil's apathetic response from his rocking chair, the angel not even looking up from his book of runes to see Tommy's peril.

"He was being a dickhead first!" Wilbur objected hotly, unbothered by Tommy's flailing attempts to escape his restraining hold. "Tommy threw my music book in the pond!!"

"I threw it because you were being a prick!!" Tommy replied, indignation behind his words.

"Boys!" Phil was looking up now, his eyebrows knotted in annoyance. "Wilbur, let the kid go! You're better than that! Tommy, get his book back and both of you apologize!"

A moment of hesitant silence.

"...Yes, Dad." Wilbur relented bitterly, releasing Tommy. Tommy immediately jumped away and made a show of rubbing his neck and head, just to earn the glare from Wilbur at his antics. Tommy abandoned the act and raised his eyebrows smugly.

"Well? Apologize, Wilbur." Tommy ordered, crossing his arms with a smirk. Wilbur glowered. "Get my book first."

"I won't until you apologize."

"Dadza SAID you had to get my book before I have to apologize."

"I don't remember hearing that."

"Yes you godsdamn do!!"

"You can't tell me when l what I do and don't remember!"

"You little-"

Philza stood from his chair, and both boys blanched.

"Tommy, stop it." Phil said, his frustrated tone enough to make Tommy shrink into himself. "Get Wilbur's book, and then go home. I think you two are done for the day."

The note of finality to Phil's voice cut off any attempt to argue that Tommy would've tried. A bit of himself ached as soon as the mention of home was brought to attention. As much as Wilbur was being a bitch, Tommy still liked him and his family.

It masked the fact that Tommy had none of that, at least for a little while.

Tommy silently waded into the pond and fished around for Wilbur's book, getting thoroughly soaked up to his shoulders before he felt the leather brush against his fingers. Tommy pulled the book to the surface, and quickly realized the extent of his actions as soon as he looked at the precious object.

It was ruined.

The ink on the now soaked pages was so streaked that anything inside was incomprehensible, and the soggy paper was barely clinging to the spine. The carefully tended leather that Wilbur tried so hard to maintain was now soaked through, and Tommy knew it'd be completely fucked up when it dried.

Tommy slogged back up to the shore, pointedly not looking Wilbur in the eyes as the older of the two glared hot malice over crossed arms. He slowly held out the book, sagging and dripping, and flinched when Wilbur snatched it out of his hand.

Without another word, Wilbur stalked back to his cottage, startling Tommy into following. He expected Wilbur to yell at him, which would've absolutely called Phil back out, and then the both of them would be in so much trouble that only siblings could get into, and Tommy wouldn't have had to leave just yet.

But this silent treatment solidified the fact that Tommy would have to go back to his hole in the ground when Wilbur closed that door behind him, shutting Tommy out from a warm family that he so desperately wanted to be part of.

Tommy moved before he realized it, and caught the door with his shoe before it was slammed close. "Wil--I'm--I'm sorry, alright? I didn't mean to--"

"Didn't mean to WHAT?" Wilbur snapped, the venom in his words making Tommy's throat dry. "You're just a fucking pest, Tommy, an annoying little roach that should've died a long time ago but won't leave me alone! You fuck up everything!"

Tommy's foot was kicked out of the doorframe. He didn't hear the spruce door splinter under the force of Wilbur slamming it, or Phil's shout at the noise. He just heard Wilbur's words echoing in his head.

"Tommy?"

Mumbo saw the boy startle, and numbly touch his face where tears had started to fall. His eyes cleared, and he looked back up at Mumbo, now with a weariness that the hermit had never seen in his life.

"I'm--I'm sorry, Mumbo. It won't happen again."

Tommy turned on his heel and ran off before Mumbo could say anything else, leaving the hermit alone and concerned. For a brief moment he considered following the kid, but what would he do when he caught up? Just stand there and stutter again?

Gods, why did Tommy pick Mumbo out of everyone else? Why him? He barely knew how to read his own emotions, much less the emotions of a prickly teenager.

Mumbo pulled up his communicator and messaged Joe, hoping his ramblings were coherent enough to get the poet to his base. Joe would know what to do.

Maybe he could teach Mumbo too.

#the memory takes place a long time ago #i wanna say tommy was nine or ten #obviously wil and tommy smoothed out after that but uh. yeah those words stayed for life :)c #meraki post #hermit tommy au #grumbo #(mentioned)#hermitcraft fic #i wrote this soooooo long ago sorry if the style is a bit different than my usual #tw violence mention #tw abandonment #as always let me know if i need to tag anything else

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tennessoui · 2 years ago

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Save-a-Sith marriage AU Christmas! An option that promises to be 50% unhinged, 30% sweet, and 20% the Jedi Council being like dear Force what is happening as someone LOOKS at the gift Obi-Wan gave Anakin and Obi-Wan has to wear the 'Anakin's husband DO NOT TOUCH' sweater Anakin knitted before Anakin will stop trying to murder them.

the Jedi council: we gave you the briefing materials right? about how to marry the Sith and have a strong bond with one? The dos and don’t s?

Obi-Wan: yes you did

the jedi council: does it say anywhere in those briefing materials that you should put the Sith on your lap and hand feed him pieces of candy?

obi-wan: he says they taste sweeter from my fingers and sweet is a positive step towards the light side.

the Jedi council: no it’s not. Also why did we receive 12 different reports of you and your Sith kissing in various parts of the temple. That was a big don’t in the briefing materials. No kissing.

obi-wan: oh! No that wasn’t kissing. It was mistletoe. You kiss when you’re beneath it or else you die? I don’t know. It’s a Life Day tradition where Anakin is from. He knows more about it than I do.

The Jedi council: 12 reports. Various parts of the Temple.

Obi-Wan, sniffing: I do not control the rate at which mistletoe appears, masters. Perhaps you have an infestation.

Anakin “Infestation” Skywalker, bursting into the room with mistletoe falling out of his pockets: husband can you be done now I think I saw some mistletoe earlier we should go check it out

#asks #obikin #fix-a-Sith au

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olderthannetfic · 2 years ago

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my personal problem with "alternatives to harry potter" is that I am here for the fandom, not the canon, and there isn't really anything else with that kind of volume of fic and volume of unhinged AUs? I cannot walk into like, fuck idk the fandom for Patricia C Wrede's The Enchanted Forest Chronicles (❤) or something, and expect to be able to find hundreds of thousands of words of random genres like 'marriage law' and 'creature inheritance' and 'magical wedding that revives dead men as Hermione Granger's husbands' and 'horcrux soulbond' and 'I just inherited control of like 1/4 of the government and I am going to make it less corrupt because that's how logic works I guess'

if anyone has suggestions for a similar *fandom* I guess I'm open to that but like. gestures. where else will I find my cathartic ridiculously overwrought child abuse and rescue from child abuse fics. who else is doing that. who is doing enemies to lovers soulbonds.

No other fandom will be exactly the same, but any megafandom will have plenty of wacky stuff going on. It's just that canon similar to HP =/= thing that currently has a megafandom on the fic side of things.

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dre6ming · 2 years ago

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The delicate beginning rush

Instagram photo dump part V

Masterlist <series chapters 1 -> 7>

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Pairing: Austin Butler x singer/actress fem reader

!!!everything fake!!!

Thanks to @oh-austin for starting my love for instagram stories

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y/n4real.2002 #tbt to re-recording Red, as you can see that day we were working on the 10 minute version of ATW. Love you Taylor, thank you for bringing me on this journey with you! 💜💜💜 #redtaylorsversion #atw10minute

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y/n4real.2002: here we are, I guess, husband 💟 #heavenisyou out Friday #presavenow

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joshuabassett: wife💟

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↳fans282: a true twihard queen

↳2fan4: omg this is so unhinged

roxanne.02_b1tch: what? How did I not know about this

↳tchalamet: roxanne.02_b1tch guess we don't mean that much to her after all

↳y/n4real.2002: tchalamet roxanne.02_b1tch oh shut up you drama queens. I love you💜💜💜

austi_fan: notice how Austin didn't like this one?👀

↳fan-ab-ep: omg I was just about to say that, our boy must be jealous

↳aus.b.fan: um 😐 this is kinda sus...

↳ab34fan: yeah especially since he’s liked all her posts since following her, even went as far as to like some of her old posts

↳fansof-elvis: 👀👀

joshuabassett

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joshuabassett: and then we went to prom and graduation and some other places. Music video and song out Friday. #heavenisyou #presavenow

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y/n4real.2002: my prom date 😊💟

↳joshuabassett: y/n4real.2002 💟 that green dress 🥵

↳fan4joshua: my man, be thirsting for her 😩

↳fan49: I agree here Joshua, that dress, too hot

fan2: green green dress?? You really loved tick tick boom that much??

↳y/n4real.2002: fan2 haha Andrew Grafield has my heart and that song is fire. Watch out in the mv for many more Easter eggs like this

↳fan1: girl Taylor really raised you well💜

tchalamet: proud of you getting a graduation and a prom <3

↳y/n4real.2002: tchalamet omg you have no idea how excited I was.

roxanne.02_b1tch: gurl you look so hot 🥵

↳y/n4real.2002: roxanne.02_b1tch haha thanks bae 💜

gossip.celebs

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gossip.celebs: Austin Butler and girlfriend, Kaia Gerber, out in LA this afternoon. #gossip #austinbutler #kaiagerber

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ab-fan: they look so cute ☺️

↳kaiafan4: I agree, but he still looks kinda cold towards her and she looks also sad😔

↳fans4kaia: yeah I get the same vibe

austin29fan: my boy be thinking about the girl he left in NY iykyk

↳ab.fan: 😭😭 nooo !!! this comment !!!

↳fan26: I mean our girl (y/n) is kinda unforgettable.

↳fan.love: and 19 !!! Can we stop??

austin.e.p.fan: that jaw clench, I'm floored

↳hoe4butler: I know !! my goodness

y/n4real.2002

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y/n4real.2002 forever grateful for this moment. Thank you to the theacademy , my team, the whole cast of reconstructing.amelia. And thank you tchalamet for being there for me and helping me through everything. #orcars #greatful #reconstructingamelia

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tchalamet: the most deserving

↳y/n4real.2002: tchalamet love you always 💜

taylorswift: truly speechless, I'm so proud of you

↳y/n4real.2002: taylorswift my heart 💜

billieelish: I mean who else were they going to give it to??

↳y/n4real.2002: billieeilish stop it, I'm blushing 😊

↳billie-fan: Queen Billie out here with the facts

austinbutler: truly well deserved, an amazing performance from an amazing person, rewarded in the best way. Congrats!!

↳y/n4real.2002: austinbutler thank you so so much. Ur turn next year💜

↳fan.23: I'm living for this, he's so sweet

↳bazluhermann: y/n4real.2002 congrats on this well deserved achievement

↳y/n4real.2002: bazluhermann this means more than any award, thank you 😭💜😭

↳elvismovie: talented ✨✨

austin2fan: guys when did this comment section become the place for the Elvis cast and crew to fangirl for her😩😩😩

↳kaia.g.fan: they be trying to wash Austin's hands

↳fan26: no, she just deserves all the love and respect and the Elvis people know it.

fan193: notice how she didn't thank her parents?

↳fan4she: damn yeah she didn't 🥶

enews

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enews: last night y/n4real.2002 took home the Oscar, for best lead actress in a role, making her the youngest woman to do so. Head over to our link in bio to see all the winners and more pictures from the after party. #oscars #winners #afterparty

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fan23: omg her and Timmy look so cute, he's the best big bro

↳tc-fan: I expected no less of him

fan1: that dress is stunning !! also love how goofy they are

↳fanslove: yesss that dress, 🥵 so hot

hater4: talk about what a shame the Oscars have become, she didn’t deserve it

↳fan292: talk your talk, she took the award home, you're just petty

fan34: she won with the after party dress, I didn't really vibe with the ceremony one

↳fan2: yeah, she definitely chose better for the after party

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