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gamerwoo · 1 year ago

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[Tales from the Pack] Soonyoung: Imperfect (Part Eleven)

Characters: Soonyoung x female reader

Genre/warnings: werewolf au, fantasy, angst, fluff at the end, they talk a lot about like rut and stuff but nothing happens, murder, suicide, lots of blood and gore, guns, mind control, lmk if i missed anything!!

Word count: 7,116

Summary: Soonyoung has always been desperate to find his mate, often going out into town at night to fill the void of imprinting that he craves so much. Then suddenly, you (quite literally) appear in front of him. He’d always dreamed and fantasized about what having his mate would be like, but the reality is nothing like he expected.

a/n: dialogue in bold is meant to be english and whenever soonyoung says reader’s name it’s meant to be reader’s surname

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Kyung had stopped by the first day Soonyoung’s rut started just to let you know. It was only a couple days after you’d gone back with Hanbin to your old house, and the only thing you’d heard for the last two days was Jinyoung, Jaesang, and Hyojun making jokes about your mate’s situation that you could half understand.

You weren’t sure if it was because you knew it had started now, or if your instincts just knew, but it got harder for you to just stay home after Kyung went to visit.

The first day was pretty easy, but there was still a part of you that considered sneaking over despite what Soonyoung said. But your conversation with him -- and Kyung...and Joshua -- had you thinking: were you only feeling this way out of instinct, or did you really feel this way? Did you want to help him because you wanted to or because your instincts told you that you wanted to? You considered asking Rika, but you were also afraid that if you showed any interest in sneaking over that Hanbin would worry too much and make the boys take watch shifts or something.

Even though Jiung always very understanding and adamant that everyone in the pack could take care of themselves, no matter their gender or power or any circumstance, you were always ‘the baby’ along with Baekhan --and Minhun for the few days he was there. While Jiung and everyone else in the pack trusted you to take care of yourself and even others when needed, you always knew you were treated differently. More carefully. Like Baekhan, you were shy. You didn’t like new people and so your pack would step up and do it for you. It was partly why you took so long to even learn the language of the place you currently lived. You didn’t have any chance to try because you knew someone else would do it for you. But on top of that, you were the two that the pack was always most likely to jump in to save if you ever needed help. You were one of the middle members, but they treated you like the youngest. So you were sure if they sensed you were going to leave, Hanbin would surely make sure you couldn’t as to keep you safe.

So, you kept your thoughts to yourself.

Maybe your thoughts were making it harder, but you wanted to go even more the second day. You were starting to now silently consider your options for escape if you did decide to act on your wants. You knew your bedroom window was the best bet, but you also knew someone would no doubt hear you when you landed on the ground. You could try to jump to the tree and climb down, but you weren’t sure if they’d question hearing the leaves shake so suddenly. Maybe you could try sneaking downstairs after everyone went to sleep and exiting through one of those windows since the doors were kind of creaky lately. But someone would notice an open window, right?

‘What are you doing?’

Hearing Baekhan in your head made you jump. You knew he could hear thoughts, but that was never an issue for you since he couldn’t understand English. But you forgot that if you were visualizing something, he could see it.

When he saw you thinking about instances with past members of the pack the day before, he didn’t think anything of it. But now you were imagining yourself climbing out of windows? Obviously, that was suspicious.

‘Fuck off, Baek.’

‘You’ve learned more words than that,’ he chuckled.

You just ignored him and tried to distract yourself with reading instead.

By the third day, you were getting antsy. You were walking around downstairs just trying to find something to do. When you started getting questioned about that, you went back to your room and couldn’t manage to sit and be distracted. You found yourself reading the same paragraph of your book over and over again because you couldn’t focus on the page, and even trying to knit or draw wasn’t holding your attention. You were too fidgety.

You were going to go. You had decided.

Your eyes looked to the window. It was still broad daylight out, but maybe you could--

A knock on your door made you jump.

“Come in,” you replied, sounding painfully up to something.

The door opened, only to have a very unamused Baekhan standing in the hallway, staring at you with yellow eyes. After a moment of you saying nothing, he quirked a brow.

“Can you leave me alone?” you groaned.

‘Your pronunciation needs work.’

You sneered at him before rolling your eyes and telling him, “I’m trying. You don’t even know English.”

Baekhan gave you a questioning look before all you could see in your head was you sneaking out the window. Then you saw Seungcheol’s house -- your house. He was asking if that was your plan, probably.

“It’s none of your business,” you muttered, unable to meet his eyes as your cheeks heated up.

Suddenly, you were being bombarded with different scenarios. One where Hanbin caught you and reprimanded you. One where Seungcheol caught you and reprimanded you. Even one where you did happen to make it to the house with nobody in your way, but Soonyoung was made to look overly-feral in this scenario with bright red eyes and wild hair as he ran at you.

Baekhan stopped before Soonyoung reached you, and then shrugged when your eyes focused back on him.

You rolled your eyes and sighed. While you knew Soonyoung wouldn’t do anything malicious like what it seemed in Baekhan’s weird image, you knew he would still attack -- even if it wasn’t in a dangerous kind of way.

The youngest showed you a final scenario, but this was a memory. Hanbin was explaining the situation to the pack, stating that Soonyoung requested you to be kept away from him until his rut had ended. He was basically reminding you that this is what Soonyoung wanted and you shouldn’t go against him.

You knew he was right. Despite wanting to go see him, you knew you shouldn’t go against what he wanted. He’d probably blame himself for anything that would happen because of you showing up, even if you said you wanted to help. It didn’t matter what you wanted, it was about what he wanted.

‘Do you want to go to town?’

You met his eyes again. This time, Baekhan was looking at you with soft eyes and his signature small, shy smile.

Even though you and Baekhan were often considered the babies, you two rarely hung out together. Not only did he never talk, but he could never understand you. Even though his power was all about the mind, he couldn’t understand you if you thought in a language he didn’t understand. He had sometimes talked to you by showing you things, like he’d done now, but still, the two of you didn’t interact that often.

So the fact that he was offering to go to town with you as a distraction was actually really sweet. And, of course, the fact he didn’t snitch on you was also nice.

The opposite for you was happening to Soonyoung. Every day, things got a little bit easier. Only a little, though. By the third day, he was still a mess, but he seemed to be coherent longer and had more breaks in between.

Still, he had to be chained up, and for at least the first day, they had Soonyoung on consistent watch as per his request after the first incident. He had first tried to leave the house to get to you on the first day, and Joshua was the first to spot him and immediately go after him, not knowing where he was going but having a pretty good idea.

“Chan, get Soonyoung!” Josh had called as he raced out of the house after the rogue alpha.

It took a couple of seconds, but suddenly, a gust of wind blew by Josh before Soonyoung was tackled by the blur onto the ground. It only stayed that way for a second before Soonyoung threw Chan off of him, but it was enough to stall Soonyoung for Josh to get to him, and for other members of the pack to realize what was happening and race outside, too.

Josh tackled Soonyoung as soon as he tried to get up, pinning the alpha to the ground.

“I took a chunk out of one ear, and I can do the same to the other,” Soonyoung threatened.

“Relax, hornball,” Josh deadpanned, fighting to keep Soonyoung pinned down. “If you go to _____, you’re going to regret it later.”

But Soonyoung wasn’t listening. His instincts were fogging up his mind and he couldn’t think clearly. Had he could, he wouldn’t have attempted to use his powers to get Joshua off of him. His eyes glowed to life, a cold silver that signaled to Josh that his mind was about to no longer be his, but he still refused to move. Just as the healer’s arms started to shake, a translucent blue color appeared around him and he let out a breath of relief. Soonyoung’s eyes flickered to the side to see Wonwoo’s eyes focusing in on Joshua, so the alpha zeroed in on his new target.

Seungcheol got to him just in time to slap him across the face and snap him out of his power, and Wonwoo visibly relaxed. Joshua got up, allowing Seungcheol and Minghao to take Soonyoung under his arms and hoist him up. Seungcheol used one arm to hold onto Soonyoung, and the other to hold his head down so he couldn’t look at anyone to use his power.

After they’d gotten him chained up again and that wave had ended, Soonyoung weakly called out for whoever might be listening. By that time, Kyung, Hansol, and Jihoon had returned from Hanbin’s, so it was the latter who entered.

“Don’t let me get out again,” he panted. “Do whatever it takes.”

“Want us to set up a watch schedule?” Jihoon scoffed.

Soonyoung just nodded, “Whatever it takes.”

However, he only tried to escape one other time, and it was technically Jooyeon who caught him. He tried sneaking out through the window, which the ex-thief had tied a string to that would snap and ring a bell if it were opened. That would alert the wolves that Soonyoung was escaping so they could catch him.

The second trap, she never thought would actually work, but it did. And boy, did the pack have a laugh seeing Soonyoung hanging upside-down from one foot under a tree.

After that, he seemed to have stopped trying to escape. Maybe it was because his senses were slowly starting to come back to him, and maybe the waves were less intense. But either way, the pack started to think they could be more lax with their constant watches.

“Almost halfway over,” Seungcheol sighed, his head tilted back as he ran a hand through his hair.

“I think he’s one of the roughest ones we’ve dealt with,” Soomin nodded.

“Who knew he was so full of pent-up sex aggression,” Yeji snorted, only for almost everyone in the living room to raise their hands.

“Absolutely everyone,” Danbi chuckled. She let out a sigh afterwards and looked to Seungcheol. “We should’ve assumed how bad it would’ve gotten if he found his mate, though.”

“Well, in a perfect world, his werewolf mate would be perfectly suited to take whatever he can throw. Unfortunately, there’s a language barrier along with _____’s anxieties and overall shyness,” Seungcheol explained. “As we’ve discovered time and time again: the world isn’t perfect.”

Jooyeon entered the kitchen, having been upstairs in the shower after her turn to watch Soonyoung. She stopped when she noticed her mate lounging in a kitchen chair, still drying her dripping hair with a towel.

“Aren’t you supposed to be on watch, alpha?” she asked.

He shrugged and closed his eyes, seeming tired. He had a lot to deal with the last few days so it was understandable.

“He’s been fine,” he decided with a yawn. “He’ll still be fine if I rest my eyes a couple minutes.”

“You can rest your eyes sitting in front of his door, too,” she pointed out.

“Nobody wants to sit on a floor to sleep, Jooey,” Jun stated.

She rolled her eyes, “Yeah, nobody wants to sit on a wooden floor to sleep because a wooden chair is way more comfortable, right?”

“I let you take leave to shower and you’re complaining at me anyway?” Seungcheol asked, peeling an eye open to playfully glare at his mate.

“Isn’t my thing complaining?”

“Much less so lately,” Chan shrugged with a nod.

It was just as the conversation turned away from Soonyoung that the door to Soonyoung’s room burst open, sounding like it had completely splintered in half. All bodies sat up straighter for just a second as they listened to loud footsteps before everyone sprung into action. Soonyoung was already barreling out the door before Seungcheol could shout for Chan to catch up to him.

“Nice slacking, alpha,” Jooyeon said, side-eyeing Seungcheol.

He just slowly turned his head to glare down at her.

The Capitol was amusing enough. Since it was so large, there were plenty of places to go and walk around. Lots of parks, lots of markets, and lots of neighborhoods that were nice to just stroll around in. Jiung never taught the pack to steer clear of populated places because nobody within the Capitol ever asked about newcomers. Too many people lived in the Capitol to ever be fussy about people ‘not belonging’ in a neighborhood.

But with so much to do at the Capitol meant easily losing track of time. Typically, you and Baekhan would’ve thought that was fine. Plenty of people stayed out after dark to go wandering bars or to continue their shopping under fairy lights strung about the market or in trees.

“Curfew call!” guards began to bellow, hands cupped around their mouths.

As townsfolk began to hurry out of the market and to their houses, you and Baekhan paused and looked at each other in confusion.

“Curfew?” you asked.

You recognized the word. There was a time not too long after you’d joined the pack when Jiung set a curfew. Luka was murdered in the woods and Jiung was concerned for the safety of everyone else. You had no plans of leaving the house anyway, mourning the only other wolf you’d become close with in the pack, but you remembered Jiung saying the word over and over again, warning the wolves to remember the curfew.

Baekhan looked at you with a mix of confusion and worry. He didn’t seem to know there was curfew, either. The Capitol had never implemented a curfew. Why did they suddenly start now?

He didn’t let you hear his thought, but you knew Baekhan was panicking from the way his eyes started around and he started to get antsy. His shook his hands out at his sides like they were wet, swiveling his head like he was trying to find an out.

You placed a hand on his shoulder, “It’s okay.”

His brown eyes finally landed on you, still looking wide and scared. But he suddenly seemed to remember your power and relaxed, taking a deep breath and nodding.

The two of you start toward the direction of home, making sure to stay within the Capitol. If a guard saw the two of you sneaking off into the woods, it would be suspicious. You’d have to find a secluded area for you to use your power and then sneak out. Even though you knew you could get the two of you out, you still felt anxious. If a guard approached you, you weren’t sure if you’d be able to keep your cool and cover for you and the youngest member of the pack. You’d have to, though, since Baekhan was nonverbal. Everything rested on your shoulders.

Baekhan suddenly gripped your wrist and halted you. His eyes seemed to light up as his head perked up. He must’ve heard someone’s thoughts that he found to be important.

Wordlessly, he tugged you off to the east, and you let him without protest or even questioning it. He weaved between houses and short pathways behind them until he poked his head around a small alleyway between houses. You shuffled around him to look, already sensing whoever was back there was a werewolf. Your eyes found a man crouched down, eyes trained to the ground before his head suddenly snapped to the side and his eyes locked on yours. His hair was blonde and tied half-up. He slowly stood and he seemed to be only a few inches taller and a little thinner than Baekhan. He had full lips and sharp eyes that despite knowing you were just like him, seemed to study you warily.

“A-are you okay?” you asked shyly.

You didn’t quiet understand his reply, but using what words you caught, you assumed he wanted to go home but was unsure how to do so with the curfew. At least you weren’t the only ones who seemed taken off guard by the curfew thing.

The man suddenly took a startled step backwards, eyebrows furrowing but eyes widening.

“What was that?” he asked.

You assumed it was Baekhan as he started to approach. The man seemed to relax. You wished Baekhan would let you in on what he was saying, too, but he must’ve assumed you wouldn’t understand most of it anyway.

“I’m Hyunjin,” he said, looking between the two of you. He must’ve been informed of the language barrier. “What’s your name?”

Instead of replying with your name, you gave your surname as a reflex. Baekhan noticed the slip-up and looked at you with a smirk. You just jabbed him in the arm with your shoulder.

“Do you need help getting home?” you asked, changing the subject.

Hyunjin nodded toward Baekhan, “He said you can...disappear?”

At least this Hyunjin guy seemed to mostly know English. You could definitely have helped him even if he only knew Korean, but this made it way easier for you to communicate with him.

“I can turn invisible,” you nodded, and Hyunjin seemed to nod like you’d reminded him of the word he was trying to think of. “Just hang onto me and I can get all of us out of here.”

You held your hand out to him, and Hyunjin walked the rest of the steps toward you to gingerly take it. Then you held your hand palm-up for Baekhan, who slapped his hand into yours. With a tight grip on both boys for good measure, you disappeared from the rest of the world and traveled back up the alleyway and toward your destination.

Despite wanting to know more about Hyunjin, the three of you kept quiet as you led the way through the Capitol, silently walking by people going to their homes as well as guards keeping watch. Even after you were in the trees, you didn’t let go of the two until you had walked for another 10 minutes, and the two boys stayed silent for the same amount of time.

“I think we’re safe,” you declared with a sigh, letting them go.

“Thank you guys,” Hyunjin offered you both a warm smile. “I should’ve been more mindful of the time, but I got distracted helping this lost kid find their mom and next thing I know, the mom’s thanking me while the guards are calling curfew. I thought my ass was toast.”

Baekhan replayed his words in your head like a short movie so you knew what he was talking about.

“What is the curfew for?” you wondered slowly.

“It’s a new law implemented by the royal family,” he explained. “There’s apparently been an increase in werewolf sightings -- but I can guarantee it hasn’t been any of my brothers. We’re all so careful.”

When you saw the flash of the royal family, you didn’t even need the rest of the explanation. You should’ve just assumed it was another law they put in place. They were the one who outlawed werewolves, anyway. King Moon Yeongcheol, Queen Lee Eunjeong, and Princess Moon Chaerin. While the King and Queen made all the laws and oversaw the country, the Princess was in line for the throne and was to follow in her parents’ footsteps. Everyone knew who they were, even if they’d never seen them. Baekhan had only seen photos of the royal family, but you knew some of the pack had seen them in person.

You heard Baekhan’s question in your head, but you knew it was directed at Hyunjin. He just didn’t want to leave you out of the conversation this time.

‘How many other packs are around?’

Hyunjin scoffed, “You’d be surprised. A lot of strays, too.”

“Hyunjin,” you spoke up, “where do you live?”

He turned to point toward the northeast, “That way.”

‘We’ll walk you,’ Baekhan offered.

“You guys don’t have to, it’s seriously fine. I’ll be fine.”

But even with Jiung gone, it was still ingrained in you to help others. So the two of you insisted until Hyunjin sighed and agreed, saying maybe it would be nice for his brothers to make friends outside the pack. Something about protection in numbers, which you didn’t really believe in anymore but you wouldn’t burst his bubble.

“Our place is a little...obscure,” he explained, Baekhan making sure to show you pictures of anything he possibly could to translate. “Our house got burned down by hunters a while back so we’re living in a pretty strange place. It’s nice, though. They’d never find us. It’s this huge cleared out space underneath this giant old tree. Looks like something you’d read in some fairytale, honestly. But it fits us all, it hasn’t collapsed, and it’s hidden. But yeah, just...ignore all the dirt.”

You listened as Baekhan explained to Hyunjin what happened with Seungcheol’s old house and how that was how your first alpha got murdered. Hyunjin let out a soft gasp and gave his condolences, but Baekhan moved on to talk about how they were offered your old house as a place to live.

“Yeah, our two eldest members have been out trying to find a new home,” Hyunjin nodded slowly. “One of them is the alpha, so our third oldest is acting alpha for now. His name is Changbin. He’s like you guys. He has a power. Him, Felix, and Chan.”

“What can they do?” you wondered.

“Changbin can control earth, Felix can shapeshift into other animals, and Chan can take away pain. The only catch with Chan’s is it make him feel it instead.”

You sucked in a breath between your teeth as Baekhan scrunched up his nose.

“Ouch...” you muttered.

“It’s honestly so fitting for him,” he chuckled. “You’ll get it once you meet him. He’s the nicest guy you could ever meet.”

Hyunjin began to ramble about the seven other members of his pack, and you were vaguely catching on. Your thoughts were starting to wander back to Soonyoung anyway so you weren’t too focused either way.

But you were brought back to reality suddenly when you heard what sounded like a gunshot, followed by another, and then another. All three of you froze, turning to look toward where the sounds had come from.

Baekhan may have taken the lead when it came to conversing with Hyunjin, but he looked to you with fear now, hoping for you to have the answers this time.

‘You don’t think it’s...’ his question trailed off, not even wanting to say the word.

But it was. You could sense it. You knew Hyunjin sensed it, too.

“Come on,” Hyunjin said suddenly, already turning back and walking even faster now. “you guys can hide out at my place until it’s safe.”

He started jogging, and then sprinting, and the two of you were following on his heels, trying to get as far away from the werewolf hunters as you could as quickly as possible. You weren’t sure why they were in the woods -- if it they were somehow tipped off to your presence or if they were out there looking for one of the other werewolves Hyunjin claimed to be in the area -- but you weren’t sticking around to find out.

You wished maybe you weren’t going so fast. Then maybe you would’ve paid better attention. Maybe you would’ve caught a glimpse of shining silver buried underneath the leaves. Or maybe you wouldn’t have and it was inevitable. But there was no fixing your mistake once it was done.

You let out a loud yelp as you fell to the forest floor. Your ankle burned, not just from the sharp teeth of the trap that bit into your flesh, but from the sizzle of the silver it was made out of. You let out loud cries and whimpers, your body writhing from the pain as you were unable to escape it.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Hyunjin was frantic when him and Baekhan turned and got on their knees beside you to assess what had happened. He looked up at the younger wolf and worked to take off his shirt while he talked, stuffing it somewhat gently into your mouth to muffle your screams. “Just keep going the direction we were going until you hit the widest tree in the forest -- you can’t miss it. I’ll stay with her.”

You weren’t sure what was being said. You weren’t even sure if Baekhan was letting you hear his thoughts because all you could focus on was the extreme amount of pain you felt. It was the worst pain of your life. It made you feel dizzy and lightheaded. You’d never passed out but you were sure the pain would make you do just that.

“Are you sure?” you vaguely heard Hyunjin ask. Then he was scrambling to his feet. “I’ll come back with my pack, I promise.”

He took off, leaving you and Baekhan in the woods. You couldn’t hear his thoughts but you could tell his was frantic as you tried your best to roll over and look up at him. His eyes were filled with tears that you could barely see through your own.

It felt like the teeth of the trap were being pulled out, slowly and painfully. The burning ache was torture, but your attention managed to be captured. Baekhan let out a wild wail. You’d never heard him make any sort of noise, at least not that loud. But he was fully crying out and yelling, and you looked down to where he knelt by your ankle.

Eyes squeezed shut and biting down on his lip so hard it was bleeding, Baekhan was using his bare hands to pry the wolf trap open and off of your leg. His palms were being sliced between the teeth and his flesh sizzled from the silver, but he persisted until you could weakly pull your leg out. He quickly dropped the thing and let it clamp shut on itself, stained with your blood and his. Then he took the shirt from your mouth with shaky hands, tearing strips from it to bandage his own hands and then your ankle.

Wordlessly, he gathered you in his arms before he stood on shaky legs. He started off jogging, but managed to gather more speed. Maybe adrenaline was kicking in, but you were more thankful than you could ever express that the pup had done any of that for you.

You tried to focus and use your power. You wanted to protect the two of you as best as you could while Baekhan tried to run with you in the direction Hyunjin pointed him in, but it was hard to focus. The pain was unbearable and you seemed to be struggling to even stay awake. You felt dizzy and out of it. You felt like just going to sleep. You felt--

Suddenly, you and Baekhan were getting close to the ground until he crashed on top of your body with a thud. You let out a cry of pain as his full weight landed on you unexpectedly.

He was suddenly rolled off of you, and you heard angry yelling that you couldn’t understand because everything sounded like you were underwater now. Then you were being rolled over, a man pinning you down with his body and pointing a gun straight between your eyes. He was yelling something at you, his spit spraying your face. You couldn’t even react; couldn’t even struggle against him. You felt drained of all your energy.

But you thought of Soonyoung. You thought of him back at home and how you’d now never get the chance to do any of the things you wanted with him. You hardly even got to experience living with him, and now you’d get none of the other experiences you wanted.

You continued to stare up at the hunter, eyes half-open as you didn’t even register any of the words he quite literally spat at you. You couldn’t even be afraid of the imminent death you faced. All you could think of was Soonyoung, which oddly brought you comfort through the grogginess and pain you felt.

Suddenly, the man stopped, his eyes glowing a dull silver. Mechanically, his arm holding the gun bent to point it at his own temple before he pulled the trigger, falling the way the bullet shot through his skull. Your face was splattered with the warm, sticky liquid, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care. You couldn’t even find the strength to be afraid.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw a flash of brown. You managed to loll your head to the side to see a familiar wolf tackling the hunter that was on top of Baekhan while he was horrified from what his partner had done to himself. The wolf immediately tore into the man’s neck with his sharp teeth, and Baekhan sat up on his elbows with wide, fearfull eyes as he watched the scene. Then he looked to you, then behind you.

A shadow leaned over above you, and your eyes lazily looked up again. Soonyoung’s eyes met yours, going from a silver to blood red. He looked absolutely heartbroken, even upside-down. His warm hand cupped your cheek that was still stained with someone else’s blood, and you weakly leaned into his touch.

“The rest of the pack are on their way,” he promised you in a soft voice. “Don’t move and someone will get you. I’ll keep you safe.”

You half registered his words, but you had no plans on moving anyway. Soonyoung stood from his crouched position, and now you could see he was only wearing a pair of loose, thin shorts. He stood protectively in front of you, using his power to take over the minds of the rest of the hunters who were following behind the others as backup. Chan tackled two to three hunters at a time, and Baekhan got up and did his best to help. But the trio was beginning to get overpowered with the guns and weapons designed to subdue and kill them. Soonyoung was blindfolded, Chan was taken down with a net and had multiple hunters pointing guns and swords at him, and Baekhan was too easy to overpower with his wounds. His mind control powers were too weak when all he could focus on was the pain in his hands.

Just as things seemed bleak, a roar ripped through the forest. It wasn’t one like a werewolf, though. This one was deeper and more powerful. It shook your eardrums and even made you cringe a bit from how loud it was.

You swore you were hallucinating when you saw a lion leap over you and take out five hunters. Like Chan, he began tearing into them with his claws and sharp teeth, letting out roars in between as he attacked.

Then more wolves appeared from behind where you laid on the forest floor, helping to free Soonyoung, Chan, and Baekhan. A man with black hair and a fitted undershirt stepped into your view, curling his hands toward the ground and then toward the sky, his fingers turning into claws like he was scooping into sand. Large chunks of the ground rose up, and he pelted them at the hunters.

“_____!” you heard your name being cried out but you couldn’t move to see who it was.

Kyung skidded onto her knees beside you, searching your face and cupping it with warm hands, brushing hair that was stuck to your face with blood away. She looked like she wanted to cry.

“What happened?” she asked frantically. “Where’re you hurt?”

“L-leg...” you managed to croak out. “Trap...”

Her eyes scanned down and she saw your leg wrapped in cloth that was now soaked through with blood. She cursed under her breath and looked back to your face.

“Soonyoung’ll bring you home, okay?” she told you. “We’re gonna take care of these guys. You’re gonna be okay. He’ll bring you to Josh and you’ll be fine. Just hang on a little more, okay?”

“Baek, too?” you rasped.

She nodded quickly, not even asking why you’d mention him, “Of course.”

Just before she stood, you saw her eyes glow to a fiery orange. Large flames ignited in each of her hands before she stalked toward the fight.

You tried to listen to her. You tried to hang on a little longer. But you were so tired and your eyelids were getting heavier and heavier.

The treetops were the last things you saw, and the last thing you heard over the chaos was, “Help Baekhan! Get him out of here now!”

It felt like you were being carried. Your legs were dangling, and as you were beginning to come to, it hurt more and more every time your left leg swayed. You let out a soft whimper, not meaning to make any noise but you can’t help it.

“I know, baby,” you heard Soonyoung’s soft voice and it instantly made you feel warm. “I know it hurts. We’re almost to Shua, I promise.”

You were finally able to open your eyes, but they threatened to roll back again from just how exhausted you were. They focused up on Soonyoung who looked down at you and offered a small smile.

“Hey, _____,” he said almost casually.

“Where’s Baekhan?” you croaked.

“Coming,” he promised you. “He’s safe."

He had noticed how he was struggling and ordered his pack and the mystery pack to help him. Before he took you, he made sure someone would be bringing him to Joshua, so he was sure Baekhan wasn’t too far behind the two of you.

That at least made you feel better. You knew he was injured really bad. You weren’t sure how you’d ever make it up to him for what he did for you.

“So, you made friends?” he asked with a chuckle.

You were confused for a moment, and he could tell by the slight furrow in your brow.

“Hyunjin, right?” he asked. “His pack helped.”

Right, the lion. That’s what that must’ve been. And the guy who threw chunks of the earth. He had said two of them had earth and shapeshifting powers.

“Are they safe?” you asked.

Soonyoung hummed as he nodded and then laughed again and asked, “Can you be a little more worried about yourself?”

As if he wasn’t worried about you enough for the both of you. He sensed the danger as soon as you were in it and he bolted out of the house. He was lucky he could even manage to make any sense when Chan caught up to him and tackled him to the ground. The youngest shifted and Soonyoung got a ride from him to get to you faster while Chan managed to get in touch with Seokmin who wasn’t too far away in his wolf form.

He was even more lucky to find out that a pack closer to your location had come to help. Hyunjin had told his pack of the danger and they all immediately went to help. While Soonyoung felt grateful for them and wanted to show that gratitude, he assumed Seungcheol or Jihoon would speak with the pack further once the hunters were taken care of. Soonyoung’s main concern was getting you back home.

Once you’d made it to the house, you could see Joshua already waiting on the porch with Arinya by his side. As soon as Soonyoung made it into the clearing, Josh went inside and his mate turned to follow, stopping to look back at you again before scurrying off inside.

He knew to bring you upstairs so Joshua could get right to work. It was difficult healing silver wounds but he would do as much as he could. He warned you might have to go see a doctor but you never minded going to visit Minjee.

“Rika’s good with healing, too,” you yawned as warmth enveloped your ankle. “Not in the same way, obviously.”

“Obviously,” Joshua snorted, playfully rolling his eyes. “Y’know, as shitty as it is that you got hurt, I’m kinda glad Soonyoung didn’t just bust out of here in a lust-filled rage.”

Soonyoung just scowled down at him.

It wasn’t much later that Baekhan was being carried into the house. You could hear the commotion downstairs before you could hear footsteps coming up the steps. Kyung entered with Baekhan passed out in her arms, his lanky body limp and his eyes closed.

“Is he okay?” you immediately asked.

She nodded, “Just really exhausted. Silver wounds take a lot out of you, right?”

You just looked away in reply, knowing she already knew you knew the answer to that.

“Baby, could you get me some fresh bandages from the bathroom closet?” Joshua asked, looking away from his hands emitting warm light onto your wound to look up at his mate.

She quickly left the room before coming back and obediently handing him a pristine white wrap of bandages. You could see the wound wasn’t completely healed, but as Joshua already warned, the silver had burned into you pretty bad and you’d probably need more work that he couldn’t provide. So he wrapped it up now that it was at least cleaned, no longer bleeding, and less painful.

“Be careful on that leg, okay?” he warned as he stood up from where he’d taken a knee to heal your ankle.

“I got it,” Soonyoung assured him before scooping you up off the desk. “Thanks, doc.”

“Take it easy with her, Soonyoung!” he called after him as he took you out of Joshua’s room.

And to his own.

“Soonyoung?” your voice came out almost worried and unsure.

“Yes, baby?” he replied.

“What about...?” you trailed off, unsure of what wording to use to ask him of his rules before he’d sent you away. “Are you sure?”

He chuckled as he kicked the door shut behind him, “I can control myself. I’m far too worried about you to think about any of that stuff. Promise.”

As he laid you down on his bed, you heard someone giggle something from the other side of the wall, followed by a handful of snorts and more giggling. Soonyoung was pretty sure you didn’t catch what was said and he was thankful, because Junhui liked to point out that, “Sex might help her heal since you’ll be as close as possible!”

Soonyoung slammed on the wall to get his brother to shut up before he looked back down at you, “I’m gonna go get a washcloth and clean you up a bit, okay?”

“What?”

“Um... I’ll be right back.”

Then he left the room. He was only gone for a moment, coming back with a damp washcloth that he held in one hand, and then going over to his dresser. He opened it with his free hand and grabbed a clean shirt before he went back over to you. He put the washcloth on his nightstand and laid the shirt out on the bed before he guided you to sit up. He lifted your dirty shirt over your head before helping you maneuver out of your bloodied pants. You instinctively began to shrink in on yourself, bringing your knees in and covering your torso with your arms, but Soonyoung just chuckled.

“I need to practice more English,” he told you. “Then I can tell you how beautiful you are and you can understand.”

Your face felt hot but you let Soonyoung put his shirt on you without any more type of protest.

Despite seeing you almost completely naked, Soonyoung was able to ignore every instinct to pounce on you. His worry for your wellbeing made it easy. You almost died today. That was all he could think about right now. Rut be damned.

Once you had clean clothes on, he knelt on the bed and began gently wiping away the dried blood on your face and in your hair. Once you were mostly clean, he got up and changed his own shorts, facing away from you as he did so. Then he got into bed beside you, tucking you in and making sure you were comfortable.

“What was said earlier?” you asked him suddenly, still wondering why he had banged on the wall. “Why did you hit the wall?”

“Nothing,” he told you quickly. “I...don’t know...the words, anyway. Get some sleep.”

From outside the door, as Joshua passed by, you heard him say, “Jun said sex helps you heal faster. He might be right.”

Soonyoung sat up at the speed of light and yelled, “Shua!”

You let out a squeak, eyes wide as you asked quietly, “I-is that true...?”

“No,” Soonyoung stated again but then sputtered and said, “Well, maybe. I don’t know! It’s not-- We’re not-- I’m-- Ugh!”

“You sure you’re feeling okay, Soonie?” you heard Kyung giggle from outside the door.

He let out a huff and flopped back down in bed, “Will Hanbin let us live with him instead?”

You couldn’t help but feel a smile creep up on your own face as you turned your head to look at your mate, “So it does actually work?”

He groaned and threw his arm over his eyes, but he still tucked an arm around you and held you close, “Goodnight, _____.”

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demon-of-the-ancient-world · 2 years ago

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A LOT of Headcanons about Piranesi coming back into the real world:

For once an adaptationless book I'm Unhealthy about actually has a decent sized following and I can talk about it without screaming into the void of obscurity, so I'm gonna take mad advantage of that and spew out all the Thoughts I had into one post. Yay!

One of the first things he learns to do is cook properly (re: stuff that isn't seaweed and fish) and throws himself into it 100%

Was never much of a cook before but since he was kind of forced to learn in order to survive he's eager to branch out

Remembers his mother making Ghanaian food for he and his sisters when they were kids so he tries to learn some of those dishes

And the first time he makes one for his mom she cries

Actually it's hard for her to look at him at all without crying

He sort of understands why on an intellectual level, but still feels so disconnected from everything that it confuses and alarms him

His dad isn't quite sure what to do with him

Tries to bond in a dad kind of way and he latches on pretty quick to any kind of intellectual discussion but always feels like he makes his dad a little sad

In general he wants to connect with his family but can't help noticing the sad/concerned/disturbed energy they feel when they're around him

And again he understands why, but just can't bring himself to feel the same. They're new people! A whole family he forgot he had! Isn't that exciting and good and why do they look at him funny???

On the other hand, when he first sees them again. He does in fact cry, quite a bit, and tries to reason with himself that it's Matthew crying and not him, but then again maybe it is him because he simply doesn't know what else to do

There's just a lot of tears from all five of them in the first little while

His older sister is soooo protective over him. That's her little baby brother and now he's back after she'd been certain he was dead and she really takes him under her wing

(It's probably her who shows him how to make her favourite recipes)

Younger sister was fresh out of high school when he first disappeared and feels like he's missed out on a good chunk of her life so she throws herself into trying to fill in the gaps for him

Overall I think she'd handle everything the best, it's still confusing and hard but she manages to keep up her spirits by showing him all the cool stuff he's forgotten about in the world, they go on a lot of little adventures together

He struggles with not being able to talk about The House though. He knows it's important that he keep up the pretense that he'd been kidnapped and has amnesia etc. etc., but he wants to tell his family about The House. He wants them to see what he saw and loved for so long even if it turned out to be terrible, and it's so hard

Tries out a few different names. His family just calls him Matthew and he's okay with that, he's not really sure what else to call himself for now but would kind of like something different

Raphael is the highest recipient of this. Almost every time he sees her he's got a new name that he shyly asks if she can call him just to see how it sounds

She is very patient with this, but also sometimes forgets which name he's decided on for the week

Generally he latches onto her very hard and politely but firmly insists they stay friends

Obviously she's quite a busy person, but she makes time to see him and check on how he's doing whenever she can

They also go on adventures (as he calls them)

She takes him to the coasts, and he spends hours wandering the most desolate seeming beaches, taking detailed notes on how they differ from each other, and trying to feed the birds

Is delighted when a seagull steals his sandwich one day

Is very very open about how much he loves Raphael, and the first time he says that to her she's surprised and alarmed to say the least

for completely arbitrary reasons I hc her as being a) a lesbian and b)very much not looking for a relationship. So at first this worries her.

...But it soon becomes clear that he loves a lot of things and people. He loves his family and the birds and the buildings and the crossing guard and the buses and the trees -- and on top of that the thought of romance specifically isn't something he ever fully considers or understand

An ace king, basically

Anyway, they're besties

Dreams about The House frequently, and often so vividly he wakes up thinking he's still there

He wouldn't call them nightmares, but they aren't always nice either

Tries to draw it from memory but can never quite capture it right

Loves birdwatching

And collecting shells

His sister convinces him to get his ears pierced after a while - initially he's skeptical but then remembers this means he has all the more options for decorating himself with odd things he finds and that makes him happy

In general his clothing style gets a little more mainstream over time, but never goes back to what you'd call exactly normal

Knits

Gives people little things he makes or finds, even just strangers he sees frequently or look like they need a friend

Related: is still a bit shy around large groups, but will talk to anyone who looks lonely or lost, even if he has no idea who they are

Anyway I'm having major feelings about this book and am so obsessed with the main character's entire vibe, screaming crying and throwing up etc. etc. so here's my love letter to the implications of the book's ending hope you like it

#piranesi #books #literature #stuff i've read #headcanons #fr though what the fuck am i supposed to call this guy #calling him piranesi kind of feels like calling theon greyjoy reek yk #like yes he answers to that name but seeing as he's only called that by #a creepy professor who kidnapped him and trapped him in an eldritch horror pocket dimension for six years #it just doesn't feel appropriate #but he doesn't identify with the name matthew anymore so???#like he says at the end of the book he doesn't really see himself as either #i'm a little hung up on this bit #anyway obsessed with this book etc etc

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jikjinz · 1 year ago

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★﹐take our time ．﹗﹑

cw: bae hoyoung x fem!reader; bath sex, fingering, dirty talk, unprotected p-in-v sex (yall better wrap it up); nipple play, marking, praise, petnames (baby, darling); lmk if i missed something

words: 1 170

a/n: hi hello! this was supposed to be an entrance for this year's kinktober but reality creeped its way into my imaginary bubble and i can't write the whole stuff; that's why yall get some random crumbs i'll manage to puke out and hope it'll be quite consistent. lmk if you liked it and reblog if you did!!! it really helps <333

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that’s a one hell of a stressful day, you think as you enter your flat. but that’s about to change, all thanks to your boyfriend.

“hoyoung?” you ask loudly so every inch of the void in the flat can hear you. placing your bag on the floor and taking off your shoes, you proceed deeper into the flat. the atmosphere is… intriguing. the dim light of the small lamps in the living room to the nice scent, your favourite one, that’s not thick, nor intense, just enough to tickle your sense in a pleasant way.

“hi, darling.”

that’s when your beloved boyfriend comes out of your shared bedroom, with a sheepish smile, visibly excited to finally see you back. although when he notices your tensed body and the tired gaze with which you look at him, he’s about to fight the world.

“i thought that you’d like a warm bath after such a day, let alone a whole week. i have your favorite wine as well,” hoyoung starts, effectively covering up his worried tone with his words and actions, as he gets closer to you and slowly reaches for your hand. as your fingers intertwine, you smile and try to blink the slowly-forming tears away. having such a boyfriend was like a winning lottery ticket.

“will you wash my hair?”

“sure. whatever makes you happy, darling.”

slowly, you two make your way to the bathroom, where already set candles are waiting for being lit, a bottle of wine is in a small bowl filled with ice, and the bathtub is filled with bubbles, scent of the used salt nicely filling the air. as you undress, you ask hoyoung to join you. though he’s taken aback for a second, he agrees. soon, you two enter the filled bathtub, and the much-wanted and extremely needed relaxation slowly takes over your body.

your back rests on his chest as your muscles slowly give in and relax thanks to the water’s temperature. soon, hoyoung asks if you want a massage and in no time after you saying yes, his hands reach to your shoulders. and that’s when you take him off-track again. because you grab his hands and guide them lower and to your front.

“i want you so bad, baby,” you say when placing his hands on your tits, head turning to the side to look at your boyfriend as much as you can; the desperate look you give him and the way you whisper those words has him in a chokehold. though he smiles and leans forward to meet your face.

“whatever makes my darling happy.” and with a gentle kiss, hoyoung starts to caress your body. his palms go lower and lower your body with each kiss he’s giving you. the thought of a sweet release provided but no one else but hoyoung, your sweet, sweet boyfriend, is already turning your brain into mush. “darling, slow down. it won’t be so fun if we rush things.”

you try to complain but your brain has signed off. all there’s left is mush and desire mixed with lust and sexy thoughts including your boyfriend. he sees how desperate you are, how much you want it, and he understands it. but he also knows that without preparation it’ll only hurt both him and you. so that’s why his hand cups your pussy, caressing the folds with his fingers.

“i’ll make you feel so good, darling. focus on me and i’ll do you so fine you forget that you were so stressed in the first place,” that’s what hoyoung whispers into your lips before placing a long and hasteful kiss, distraction to his finger pushing slowly past your folds. you whimper in content at the feeling, closing your eyes a bit but quickly opening them when you feel his thumb on your clit. “i love those sounds of yours. i love to hear your voice and all those lewd noises you make. it’s so fucking hot, darling.”

every time it takes you by surprise how the sweet hoyoung can say such dirty things… but you love it. it only turns you two on even more, causing you to moan softly against his lips as he kisses you again, and again, thrusting his finger in and out, soon adding the second one.

“can you take another one, darling?” his eyes darkened with lust now are clouded with worry but when you squirm in his embrace, already being a moaning mess, he can’t hold himself for so long. with the other hand, he’s cupping one of your tits, fondling it and playing with your already hardened and incredibly sensitive nipple. “cum for me, darling. you’re doing so great and i’d like to devour you soon but we’ll take our time…”

he’s whispering those words right into your ear. his voice always makes you weak, especially when he’s whispering and breathing right on your neck. because you know that with his whispers he’s about to sloppily kiss his way from your ear to your shoulder, leaving some marks by the way as well. and that’s the final straw to your high.

“my pretty darling, done so well. i’m proud of you.” hoyoung says with a smile that says a lot: he’s in awe, he’s lovestruck, he’s savoring the feeling of your walls clamping on his fingers and how you ride out your ecstasy. as you breathe heavily and fall tired on his chest, you smile at the view of his features; the overly cute smile hiding his eyes clouded with desire for you. you know you’re in for a ride and you’re happy to oblige.

as you whine when hoyoung pulls out his fingers, you know you’ll get the good stuff in a sec because you can feel his hard-on between your plushy ass-cheeks. chuckling at the thought, you grind a bit against his length, whining when hoyoung’s hands grab your hips and keep you in place for a second.

“don’t rush it. we have a lot of time.” but he himself can’t really hold it anymore. you whine again at his words but thankfully that state is not so long, since in a blink you’re being guided on his dick, slowly sinking down on his nicely-filling length. that’s when your mind shuts down completely; all you think about is to get yourself off thanks to the nice feeling of being full, as hoyoung hits all the good spots inside you.

you take his hand to guide it to your tit again, the other one tightly gripping hoyoung’s other hand to keep balance. and so you bounce on his dick, thoughts hazed with a fuzzy desire to cum on his length and to be filled with him for as long as you can. your boyfriend is doing everything he can to help you, nuzzling his face in your neck, pinching on your tits and nipples, thrusting into you as much as he can.

you have to admit, that’s a fantastic way to end a terrible week… or every week in general.

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arabellameyer · 11 months ago

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AN INTRODUCTION TO ME (plus side blogs/other places you can find me)

Hello everyone! How are you? I'm Arabella, and I love to worldbuild, learn about nature, draw, and a bunch of other stuff. If you have any questions about my worlduilding, let me know! Please keep conversations appropriate (no sexting or asking extremely personal questions). Here there will be reblogs of/art of some stuff you might find disturbing (body horror/gore), but I will label it as such (gore, blood, tw, nsfw, etc). It's part of my worldbuilding as you'll see here over time. But it isn't the only part of my worldbuilding, so don't worry about missing out on much. I do not tolerate any porn so none will be here. I've heard too many stories of people dealing with porn addictions and how debilitating it is, so I'm not even going to chance looking at it, lead alone reblogging it.

Filing system down below v

When I reblog stuff, I'll put it in a file system that is similar to my pinterest pinning system (same titles and such). Here's how it'll go...

(btw if any of these tags are of no interest to you, then feel free to block them)

Art:

Animal reference

Animal pose

Animal behavior

Art reference

Human pose

Guide or Art Guide

Landscape

Procreate

Ibispaint

Aesthetic/pattern:

It just looks pretty - I like it because it looks nice :)

Storytelling or Cinematic - the way it sends a message is interesting, and I'd like to use it as inspiration

Worldbuilding:

(BTW level 1 animals are animals found irl)

Level 2 - Like irl animals that have one little thing changed about them, like their color or number of eyes.

Level 3 - Mix of 2 or more animals that is hard to distinguish what the original animal is (like a cat/snake mix, was it originally a cat or originally a snake).

Level 4 - A change in the original species causes a majority of people to fear it, like deep fear it. Creepy

Level 5 - Like levels 2-4, but with a horror aspect to it (like snakes that look like intestines).

I've made guides for my leveling system and I'll post them soon, so don't worry if you're confused ;)

Dragons

Elementals

Hybrid

Scene idea - idea for a plot point or fun story in my world

Characters:

Characters - catch-all

Johann the discoverer

Damien

Mama nova

Void deer

(I'll add more as time goes on)

Memes:

Memes - general tag

Remember - has some relevance to it, whether or not it's a meme (just sorta a catch-all for anything that I want to remember. You'll see what I mean if you search through there.)

Scenario - meme that describes a scene, and I don't know where else to put it

Food for the funnies - this is where I put the stuff I actually laugh at. Not just a breath out of my nose, but a true laugh.

Derpy - •u•

Fever dream - lol those memes that make no sense or come out of left field

And that's how babies are made - I'm not even going to explain this one lol

Stay flexy - exercise ideas

Cute:

Cute - catch-all for anything adorable :3

Cute animal - specifically cute animals

Cute plant - specifically cute plants

Misc:

Recommend or Recommendation - smth I should check out (to buy or look @ again)

Pins or Enamel pins - enamel pins I like the look of.

Watch later - if I like the look of it but don't have the mental energy to completely peruse it, then I'll put it here.

Ok so that is my filing system lol. I know it's pretty long but I plan on using the references and stuff I find here.

I know I said this before, but I love talking (raging extrovert), so if you wanna chat or dump a writing idea or creature idea on me, then go for it! Heck, my commissions are also open (not getting them done immediately, tho) if you're interested (no guarantee on the quality. Just know I am still learning the fundamentals of art). Anyways, if you're reading this far, then you're one of the real ones (also, what's your favorite color? Mine is blue, but I like them all tbh) 💪. Thanks so much for reading this. I'll have a side blog here shortly where I'll post only my art so that you don't have to go through all my reblogs, lol. Anyways, thanks so much, and have a blessed day <3

P.S. this is my art-only side blog and deviantart. Here, have a mouse 🫴🐁

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syn4k · 2 years ago

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hallo came here to ask. I really liked the little things ya write, the stuff I've read is really really cool n i finally have the time to read some long fics n stuff, so what are some fics of yours that you could recomend? idk where to start n I'd like to hear more abt the stuff ya make :]]

oh my goodness this is actually a really nice ask to receive,, hello anon! glad you're enjoying our shorter works!

we have three long-ish fics that are all up on our ao3 as well as a couple multichapters in progress.

the two finished long(ish) fics of ours that i'd reccomend:

twice. (40,503 words) | Hermitcraft, No Romantic Relationship(s), Teen and Up Audiences, Graphic Depictions of Violence, Major Character Death

An alternate universe with a fantasy setting, Xisuma and Evil Xisuma-centric. This work follows the journey of one Xisuma Void, King of Hermit's Hollow, and one Xelqua (Exy) Void, his younger brother who came into the world under less than usual circumstances and has picked up a hobby that X isn't too fond of. Misunderstandings occur and spiral. If you're worried about the MCD, it might help to know that they do get better, just not within the timeline of the work!

the younger years (10,557 words) | Empires SMP, No Romantic Relationship(s), General Audiences, No Archive Warnings Apply

In the desert capital of Pixandria, the king has gone missing without so much as a trace or a warning. A curious young girl slips into his house to poke around and perhaps get some clues, running into another Emperor on the way. About a thousand years later, a tired history major who lives in that same desert unearths a chest while digging a garden, leading him on a journey around the Empires.

[-<:>-]

now, we also have some works in progress that are either already decently long or which we're planning on making longer! both of these are Empires fics because we have a hyperfixation

works in progress of ours that i'd reccomend:

(i'll tend to the flame, you can worship the) ashes (currently 16,572 words) | Empires SMP, No Romantic Relationship(s), Teen and Up Audiences, Creator Chose Not to Use Archive Warnings, check the tags on this one for more information

In the aftermath of the Empires S1 apocalypse, Fwhip and his sister Gem are headed towards an obscure corner of the world in which a portal sits. Their plan is to go through this portal to a kinder world, one where they can escape all of the horrors of this one. One night, they touch down in the desert and, almost by accident, come into contact with Pixlriffs, the Copper King, who has been missing for eight years. They decide to bring him with them on their journey, but it becomes clear immediately that something is very wrong with Pix, and he's not talking. The story follows the three as they journey across the world, have arguments over food rations, survive a freak plot-relevant bear attack, and try to navigate both the crushing weight settled on Pixl's shoulders as well as their own. Things do get bleak a lot, but I promise it doesn't have a bad ending.

invisibility (What?) (currently at 3,422 words) | Empires SMP, Jimmy | Solidarity/Scott Major | Smajor1995, General Audiences, No Archive Warnings Apply

This one started as a oneshot and then we realized that oh hey, it could have a plot! Scott goes out at 3am one Sunday evening to meet up with his lover, but things go wrong when he feeds his horse a diluted invisibility potion. (The horse is fine, don't worry.) A guard at a watchpost nearby notices, and soon the message is out to all the allies of Rivendell that a minion of Xornoth may or may not have been spotted going away from the site. Despite this being an M/M shipfic (from us? The horrors!), the focus is less on Scott and Jimmy's relationship than it is on the political shenanigans that ensue when Scott tries to walk the line between "no, guys, Xornoth isn't coming back" and not outing himself as gay. It's sure to be a ride, both to read and to write.

that's it really hope you enjoy

#amys' tag #answered #mcyt #writing #god this is long. hope it answers any questions you might have had anon!#and to anyone else who might be interested in some of our longer works but doesn't know what it's about- here you go!#ray's fic recs

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thegeminisage · 1 year ago

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tng update time. last night we did "the child" and today i did "where silence has lease"

the child: GOOD. FUCKINGGGGG. LORD

first of all, i watched this after having been awake since 4am and working all day and then getting hate mail on my fanfics. i was so sleep deprived it's unreal. i dissolved into hysterics multiple times

the first time i think was after deanna got impregnated. i did say with my real mouth "i hope it's riker" and then regret it because i didn't actually hope that but truly i think we would have been better off

the second time i can't really remember. i think it was after the kid talked the first time. immediately my primal instincts screamed at me that the child was unholy and unnatural. anyway both times we had to pause for several minutes in order for me to collect myself

why did we have to have a meeting in front of all deanna's peers talking about the changes in her body and whether or not she should get an abortion...like im with worf, abort that thang, but what the fucj

at first i was kind of excited that dr crusher would be leaving because she is an exhausting character to contend with. now i realize i was a fool. with no dr crusher and no tasha yar deanna troi has to take on the role of Every woman. i made a joke in which the punchline was the mother the son and the holy spitroast but i don't think it's as funny without the leadup

also, on the replacement dr: i hate her forever for being mean to data. first mispronouncing his name and then being like ehhh who cares when corrected AND THEN being like wow this bag of bolts can actually get his feelings hurt! i'll kill her

am pleased to say i recognized her from tos not because of her face but because of her voice. score one for the ol' voice acting ear

anyway i kept going i be BEVERLY (upgraded from dr crusher) could have saved deanna's satan baby because at least she can FUCKING PRONOUNCE DATA'S NAME RIGHT. i hope beverly left because picard wouldn't stop making eyes at his ex it would serve him right

wesley was fine in this episode for once.

HIIII GUINAN HIIIIIIII wow she looks so young. just like in sister act, the primary thing i know her from. weird to have her playing shrink to wesley this entire time but i'm sure we'll get more from her later

anyway having deanna speedrun motherhood in 36 hours Because She's A Woman made me for the first time consider skipping some episodes on tng. but i couldn't do my skip/watch list that way so i will SIGH persevere.

where silence has lease: im blogging this as i go. first of all since the first few seconds of this have no dialogue i was excited and thought we were about to get a whedon-eqsue no-dialogue episode but alas. no.

secondly. "im worried about riker AND worf there are certain elements of the klingon psyche its best to be ignorant about" like girl are they fucking?? not quite but almost. riker was sooo dirty. paused the episode to inform cathy of this and got this gem

anyway, the skeleton prosthetics were good but i ca already feel that this is going to be a "klingons are so big and scary and savage" kind of racism day

worf automatically gaslighting himself about the klingon legend is SO sad especially bc we as viewers KNOW its gotta be true. get vored idiots

why is wesley always on the bridge now instead of geordi...is he just always in engineering now? that is Too sad

THIS BITCH JUST CALLED DATA "IT"?????????????? I WILL KILL HER MYSELF

like i cannot believe she is doubting DATAS ABILITY TO DO HIS JOB more than the fucking SIXTEEN YEAR OLD sitting next to him just bc wesley is human and data isnt. ill fucking kill her. i never thought id say this but i miss beverly

jonathan frakes has asked lots of questions this episode

this freaky ass unreality void thing that doesn't actually exist is sooooo fucking cool. stuff like this is what i like about scifi...sometimes the scifi premise is stupid but sometimes it fucks

WHATEVER RIKER AND WORF HAVE GOING ON IN THIS EPISODE. IS GAY. riker telling him to pull himself together and worf repeating his words from earlier...prolonged eye contact...i wish tng was like this all the time

actually riker is kinda fun in this episode...he keeps giving orders without waiting for picard's okay and he is soooo upset when he gets back from that freaky ship

WHOA THAT CGI FACE WAS FREAKY AND BAD

LMAOOO AT THIS ALIEN GOING AFTER THE DR FOR BEING FEMALE. WHEN DEANNA IS RIGHT THERE. like "your contruction is different" not to the half betazoid or the klingon but to the WOMAN. well if anyone deserves it

wow. love that they got ordered to fuck nasty on the bridge <3 riker and worf should volunteer

SIGHHH of course they kill the random black guy redshirt

started to have respect for picard when once again he was willing to blow up the ship rather than submit to enemy will but then he ruined it by going eeeh idk riker how much time do YOU think we need before the self-destruct? like how much time do they need to prepare to die?? and then riker was like uhh idk 20 minutes? like if you're gonna do it just do it. jesus christ. don't even tell them first it's so much kinder. there are FUCKING children aboard

AND HES JUST GONNA SIT IN HIS QUARTERS AND LISTEN TO MUSIC? INSTEAD OF COMFORTING PEOPLE OR DOING HIS JOB? it's always one step forward two back with this show

THOSE FREAKY HALLUCINATIONS TRICKED ME...it's just like data to ask about death. but it wasn't him!!

the ending to this was actually a little anticlimactic but i did enjoy the journey. too bad it wasn't a big klingon ship eating monster though

one down, five to go 😤

#personal #star trek blogging #tng lb #at this point i HAVE to stop and catch up on my spreadsheet

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seokmattchuus · 2 years ago

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hey saw u got asks about the kamdens dad situation and i kinda wanted to share more just since the entire situation is really crazy. basically mr na has been hosting twitter spaces where he’s been sharing incredibly personal family details about things like family suicides and keeps giving these really backhanded compliments to kamden. he said “Tbh, I’m his biggest critic. I was worried about his singing despite him working so hard on his dancing. He worked really hard on his rapping and now, he’s not bad.” he also made some really insensitive comments about how the bit with the native american headdress wasn’t cultural appropriation even tho kamden was the only one who wasn’t laughing at it during the show. kamden actually called him in the middle of his last space to ask him to end it. i felt like i should share just cuz while some ppl r being rude i didnt want ppl calling mr na’s actions wrong to be misinterpreted as talking about a different situation.

I'll start by saying I guess this is a continuation from the earlier stuff? Like, he's just going on and on? But, again, this is a grown man. Of course, it can be seen as off putting, but he's no different than any parent on facebook oversharing on what their kids are up to (maybe not but I don't know how twt really works so I'm not sure what the spaces were like). There's really nothing wrong with any of this, except for the suicides, that's a bit questionable. He's not keeping up with the internet the way most bp watchers are. He's just a middle-aged man talking to the void. He's probably just really into the fact that he can talk to people who know who kamden is (parents aren't exactly known to be the most private about their kids, les be real here). Or the fact that he can talk to people who support his son the same way he does.

The criticisms aren't that much of a red flag either, in my opinion (could be because I grew up in the same boat) but from my understanding, most parents are their kids' #1 critic, and maybe it's just the quote you chose, but that doesn't seem so backhanded. It seems pretty objective to me? He's not coming off as insulting or overly praising. Just stating what it is.

The cultural stuff isn't really my place to comment on because I missed that bit entirely. I don't know what was said.

And I think the person who called had to have been kamden's twin. Trainees can't have their phones. Or at least can't make it known that they have them. Everyone who's ever been on the show makes a big deal of having no personal technology.

#anon #i still see this whole 'expecting him to react like a chronically online person' take because all the issues with him are exactly that #he's a grown man who probably works most of the day and has no clue about what is 'hip' online #hell i myself find myself confused as fuck when i get on twt and people are on some hate train and reasonings are news to me #if i'm out here getting lost i have no doubts that man is just rambling and wondering why people are upset #he is not one of us #let me repeat. he is. n o t. one of us.#we cannot hold him to the same standard as a popular influencer messing up on the internet #can people be upset? yes. uncomfy? yes. but this is no diferent than parets/grandparents spilling everything related to their kids #the info dumping is just a parent thing #the person who called probably did because it's all backfiring on kamden and people are getting on him as if he has a say #i just think everyone's a bit too jumpy about it #like the way people piled onto him that fast was bit insane #people on twt are straight beefing with a trainee's dad and then playing it off as his fault for not keeping up with the times #it's a fucking mess and it needs to stop - honestly #boys planet #boys planet problems #totally meant to post this the other day after work and forgot my bad

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musicrunsthroughmysoul · 10 months ago

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One of my best friends will literally talk for six hours (when we're on the phone - with plenty of pauses in between) but only ask or wait for my input about three times, while one of my other best friends will infodump to me for two hours and then tell me specifically "Okay, I talked way too much this time - YOU need to talk more next time". ._.

I originally put this rant in the tags but now my tags are ridiculously long so, INTO THE VOID OF THE POST THEY GO.

I wish I could talk more when talking with my first best friend, but at the same time I feel like I never say the right things or ever even really say WHAT'S on my mind with her. I struggle really bad with feeling like I'm ever actually saying anything of substance that I WANT to say. And given the fact that I write a novel every single fucking time that I post online, I clearly HAVE THINGS TO SAY, but I DON'T SAY THEM when it matters, or - in particular - when I am talking with someone patient enough to listen to me/what I have to say. 😭

But with my other best friend (who ASKS me to talk more when we talk on the phone), I feel awkward trying to share things that I know they're not into even though they've told me before that they like to listen to me talk/tell stories, so...oof! I am just insecure. 😭 Oh, and of course my best friend who infodumps to me is also a listener, so I understand them quite well, too.

It's just that I often struggle to follow my first best friend's train of thought because her thought process goes off into thirty different, often unrelated, directions, so because of that in particular I never KNOW when the right time to interject is because she's probably off on a third tangent by the time I think of what I actually want to say following her first train of thought. D: But I hate to complain about it, and I feel awful about struggling with that. It is just...a major difference between us. :/

And, like, I know that I give way too many details about stuff and simultaneously miss saying the most important points of stuff (my mom accuses me of literally "burying the lede" when I talk to her sometimes. Can you tell she's into journalism, and always did extremely well in her journalism classes? And why I could NEVER be successful in journalism classes, let alone actual journalism?), and I preface everything I say to the fourth degree, but it doesn't take me long to return to my first thought (especially because I usually rush whatever I preface with, on purpose, because I know they're not the most important points but it's still important to me to make these things known for context). For my first best friend, though, it takes her 2-3 hours to return to her first thought - and sometimes that's with my miraculously accomplished nudging.

I know with my both of my best friends, our conversations are often very imbalanced in terms of who talks/shares the most, and I know there shouldn't be such an imbalance, but I don't know HOW to mention the imbalance to them without sounding like a COMPLETE ASSHOLE! Plus...well, I am insecure and socially anxious. Like with my other best friend who urges me to talk more, when they actually give me time to think about what I want to say so that I am able to talk about what I actually want to talk about, a lot of the time (but not just with this friend - this happens to me in everyday conversations with anybody at all), suddenly, it's like everything I AM able to say is nothing at all that I intend or actually want to say. I guess that's the problem with having the sort of socially anxious-tinted filter that I have: I think about what I say before I say it so deeply that I end up censoring myself almost completely in terms of what I ever actually want to say. The only time I say anything that I actually intend to say, let alone how I say it, is through writing it. And maybe I feel more confident through my writing versus through verbally speaking because when I write shit, I don't have to worry about burdening people with my thoughts; they'll either read them, or they won't, and oftentimes, either way, I am none the wiser. IRL, I am able to see or hear the impact of my words (and I pay fairly close attention to that), which makes me even more careful with what I say.

#the trouble with being a listener is sometimes you don't know when to stop being a listener.#and JFC I am SO MUCH MORE SOCIALLY ANXIOUS THAN ANYONE (I think) ACTUALLY REALIZES.#don't worry I accomplished some critical thinking at the very end. lmao ME? BURYING THE LEDE? never...🙃#crystal visions of lilies in the valley

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x-other-souled-x · 1 year ago

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I'm a little upset right now, due to system related things... I just wanna get it off my chest...

Our main fronter from I think around 2019 up till part of the way thru this year has disappeared and we havnt heard from him in a while. Actually, around April it feels as if the whole system disappeared and some new nameless, faceless guy got put in front and had to deal with things just... like that. The confusion was not great, I think. There's still a lot of confusion, since this nameless and faceless guy still has no name and feels as though he's an imposter living a life for someone else.

Even when "older" members of the system started popping their heads back in, none of them where any of who had the attachment to friends and life stuff the same way our former main fronter did. So we abandoned those freinds, I don't know how to talk to them and that may sound stupid but genuinely I feel like I don't know them at all.

Despite now having at least 5 active members who cycle in and out, we still have this lonely feeling. It feels downright BAD to have abandoned friends and just straight up ghosted them, while pretending to live life like normal. And I still wish I could reach out and say "hey we are plural and the guy you're used to talking to has been missing for like almost the whole year now and we don't know what to do."

Cuz like what are they going to do with that information?

I kinda just wanna bite that bullet and if they decide we are horrible for it then that's fine, but then I worry if our guy comes back and wants to try and hang out with them again it will be awfully fucked for him.

I'm someone who came about in the system to help out our missing guy back when he first started putting two and two together, we figured out together that whoever "we were" before 2019 is also gone and disappeared and we were the replacements. I'm really attached to our missing guy tbh, and I miss him a lot, and I'm really afraid that he'll be lost forever just like our previous main fronters.

And if that's truly the pattern, one fronter for several years who takes the main role in life and then after that disappears, well then we have an existential crisis looming. And maybe that's why our new guy hasn't been able to feel attached to anything for his own self. Maybe the fear that it will happen to him too is what's keeping him numbed out, no need to worry if there was nothing to loose anyway right?

Its been causing us some stress, lately we are fronting in pairs without him because being out without any attachment to a name or whatever else is keeping him from wanting to be out at all. I don't blame him tbh. Floating thru life and working 40 hrs a week with no purpose or self recognition sucks, it feels like being a zombie wading thru the hellscape of capitalism and not even being able to enjoy the pay you get for your labor. It feels like what I must imagine being soulless and empty must be.

I've tried to help, but nothing seems to stick. How do you make freinds if when they ask your name you just "uhhhhhhh idk" and blank out? We have eachother but even that gets kinda lonely bc we have very limited communication without typing. (I mean we do have communication but it's not constant and it feels like we have to fight some invisible wall to get through so it's kinda exhausting mentally too...)

And some days I wonder if this has anything to do with having a locked door separating the void where we sit from "everything else" in the brain. I've gone in there before, but once you come back out of the door you forget everything that's inside it.

I've rambled way way too much now. So I'll stop there...

#i dont really have a sign off uhhhhhh

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bobbyfiend · 1 year ago

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Not tagging this shit

Nobody follows me so this is blogging into the void, right?

Got banned. Fucking banned. From a mastodon instance back in January. It made me feel sick and unahappy and guilty even though I do not believe I did anything wrong (I grew up strictly religious, so guilt is the standard response to a lot of things).

The instance was an LGBTQ+ friendly one, and had a lot of great content I enjo; yed. Some folks posted some stuff I had responses to, so I responded. My response was pretty much like the post I made here a few days ago, about the tradeoffs implied in marginalized groups' relationships with potential allies. I made the point that an "Allies should sit down and not talk unless they are called on, and then only say things that are deemed OK by the group" approach could lead to insular decision making or at least could result in missing out on expertise or information that could help solve problems. I used a lot of "I'm not sure this is how others see this," "Please correct my thinking if you believe I'm going off in a bad direction," etc. language. I ended with a question (very sincere, I thought) about what others thought about this issue, whether it was something they worried about, or if they dealt with it in a particular way, whether I should have asked differently or focused on a different issue entirely, etc. I respect what the people in this instance are doing, and I really didn't want to offend or piss anyone off.

I did piss several people off, though. The responses I got were of the form "you don't get to say this," "You're the problem here," "Typical," etc. Nobody actually said what issues they had, or offered any corrections, except I guess "you should not say these things because you are an ally, not a member of the group."

Okay, I get that. It sucked, but come on, that's a common response: lots of tone policing and "You come into MY HOUSE" type responses from people upset by what I said, but no further content, and nothing about what I said.

I have, since then, had time to reflect on the irony that the responses to that specific question/suggestion embodied the problems I suspected might come from a system in which outside information was rejected.

And then... banned. Permanently, as far as I can tell. No discussion, no back-and-forth, just my post, several people yelling at me for it, and a ban. At this point I didn't really want to be a member of the instance any more, but I still felt really bad about the ban, so I messaged the mods. I got a reply that used much more careful, thoughtful language to say more or less what others had said: I should not have expressed those thoughts or asked that question. I should expect a permanent ban for this. I also got some straw-man treatment in the form of statements more or less like "If your support of social justice is so fragile, you were never a real ally in the first place."

Okay. My support of social justice is not my membership in your mastodon instance. My lack of desire (at this point) to participate in your specific computer thing is in no way the same as my values, morals, and activism.

And I stand by my statement: every marginalized group needs to make decisions about how to treat people attempting to be allies (or appearing to do so; we all know some people are not sincere in this). As with everything else in group dynamics, there will be consequences for whatever choices the group makes. I guess the instance I was part of for a few years has made it clear what their preference is, even though nobody ever explicitly said so. They have that right, and I wish them well, even though I feel very shitty after my experience.

#I don't think there's a right answer here

#even though I got burned by specific policies this times

and it feels bad

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ofcowardiceandkings · 3 years ago

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I feel like I've missed something lol, who is Fish?

OH thats TheFishingGuy9 on twitch :>

i hang out there basically every day the dudes live its a fuckn riot ,, when its not dick jokes and intense chaos its super wholesome over there , and sometimes when it is too lmfao

but really every one of the regulars are absolute legends and the wider community is amazing , so if anyone likes chaotic good Aussie lads who play BotW on god mode then come and pitch up with us 💙

#i joined twitch for deebeegeek content but he raided out to Fish on the suggestion of a now good friend and i basically never left lol #im not joking when i say the past few months have been so much better for me in part because of the lads over there #oh and BotW God Mode here is referring to the mod Relics of the Past .. the lead devs hang out with us there too its a whole situation #they juiced BotW so full of murderous intent it will accost you in an alleyway behind a maccies at 3am and mug you of your sanity #its a phenomenal mod though but JESUS its dangerous for a vanilla player #also wink wink Fish was a babe and commissioned me for his emote set and logo #its a koala because australia and smoothbrain :L #also no one worry about missing stuff or asking things i talk into the void and get surprised when it talks back LUL #rory's ramblings #asks #anon

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Heya! Its Lilith! I know I've said it thousands of times, but holy shit you write SOOOOO good!!!! You said to send in the ideas i had well i've got one! Could you do a Zagreus x reader whos is the daughter of Anubis (Egyptian god) and had been sent to go greet and Greek gods to ask if their underworlds could be combined for whatever reason? And she meets Zagreus and he forms a huge crush on her and they get together? Its a bit vague as i havent fleshed it out very well but I wanted to see your take on it?

The Weight Of A Heart

Zagreus x Female!reader

Work count 5k

Warnings: Death, talking of the death of children, talk of doom for souls/gods, kissing, implied intimacy, no beta. Will have a happy ending, just in case that wasn’t clear

Note: Hey! Thanks for this fun prompt, and I hope this is close to what you were looking for. 💜 @jewelwayne101 (tagging you since tumblr was being a butt last time)

Quick thing to note: I am playing fast and loose with a lot of stuff, so just that in mind. I also had to read up more on ancient Egyptian mythology thus part of the reason it took me some time.

Enjoy!

Like the sand of an hourglass, fate has come for you as well.

You stood straight and proud as your father carried the jackal head to you. Black as of void, its irises were made of gold and it stared at you accusingly. As if you weren’t worth it’s time.

You took a sharp breath, you didn’t care what the others whispered, you will prove yourself worthy as a daughter of Anubis.

Anubis stared at you and you made yourself hold his stare even as your hands shook.

At last, he spoke. “Be brave, you are but one more grain of sand among the many.”

You said nothing and bowed your head.

A heartbeat later, your face was covered by void.

Say what you will of the Greeks Pantheon, they knew how to make an impression.

Hermes stood bright and golden, his scarf moved like flames among the snow. You almost missed how cold snow was. And you didn’t realize how soft it would feel under your feet. You wondered if the rest of the underworld was like this.

He beamed at you and your Father, like you were old friends. “Oh my, Anubis. You didn’t tell me she got so big.” He said to Anubis, his voice lightening fast.

Then he turned to you, holding a hand to his temple then to yours. “The last time I saw you I think you stood knee high.” He lowered his hand with a laugh, “I forget how quickly young gods grow up.”

“I trust that you will make sure my daughter will make it safely?” Anubis spoke more slowly but Hermes didn’t seem impatient. He acted like he had all the time in the world for your father.

“Don’t worry about a single thing, fellow guild. I know Lord Hades and his Queen had done everything in their power to make your daughter feel right at home.”

You doubted that but you knew better than to voice it. You and the rest of the Egyptians needed this to work out. If it didn’t…

As the door of the Underworld opened, your Father gave you a hug.

“Be brave.” He whispered

“For I am but one more grain of sand among the many.” You whispered back.

Anubis held for a second longer, not wanting to let you go but with one last squeeze, he did.

He took a step back, and watched you walk through the door. You gave him one last glance backwards as the doors closed shut.

Queen Persephone had a simple grace to her movement. She reminded you of a farmer’s wife, hardworking and intimately familiar with the seasons. However her eyes were the most pure green you have ever seen, not even the purest of jades could match it.

She smiled at you warmly and you took an immediate liking to her.

“Daughter of Anubis, welcome to House of Hades.” Queen Persephone greeted, clasp your hands between hers.

“Queen Persephone, thank you so much for welcoming me to your lovely home.” You told her. “I never realized how amazing it would be.”

Queen Persephone smiled, “I’m glad the boat ride agreed with you.” She took your arm in hers as she walked you through the entrance. “I must admit, I do wish you could have seen Asphodel in its prime.”

“Asphodel was that place with magma, correct?” You asked. You couldn’t help but look at the walls and the paintings, it was so different from your own home. Your eye caught on a picture of Queen Persephone sitting down with another god standing behind her, his jet black hair messy and his smile soft. His hands rested on her shoulders as they both looked at the viewer.

“That would be my son, Prince Zagreus. You will meet him and my husband, Lord Hades later.” Queen Persephone said, smiling warmly at the artwork. Even in her face, you could see the love she had for her son.

“I’m looking forward to it.” You said and you meant it.

Maybe there was a chance for your home after all.

However your first impression of Lord Hades and Prince Zagrues was less than… Fortune.

“Are you serious?” A male voice came from behind the door. “And you just-“

“I won’t tolerate this disrespect, boy.” Another male voice nearly shook the hallway you were in. You stared at the door, surprised at the sheer volume. The power of the voice could rival Set himself.

The other voice, the boy if you had to guess, just laughed, “And what if we don’t help them, how long before the-“

“Excuse me.” Queen Persephone said, her mouth tight. You simply nodded, glad the mask covered any nervousness you might have shown. You stayed where you were as Queen Persephone pushed past the door.

Only when you were alone did you let your shoulders slump, maybe you had gotten your hope up too soon.

Then the door slammed open, and it took you a moment to realize that you were looking at Prince Zagreus. The painting didn’t do him justice, you realized. You didn’t expect his shoulders to be so broad or the strength in his form.

He stared at you, no doubt put off by the mask you thought with a twist of your mouth.

“Your Highness.” You replied coolly.

He blinked his mismatched eyes, odd even for a god, and opened his mouth to say something when Lord Hades placed a hand on his shoulder. Zagreus’ mouth snapped shut and he pulled away from his father.

You knew Lord Hades would be huge, Hermes had warned you about him and of his temper. Not all the warnings in the world could have prepared you.

“Daughter of Anubis.” Lord Hades greeted you politely as you shook hands with him.“I trust your trip was pleasant.”

“It was. I didn’t realize how unique every level of the underworld was. You must have put a lot of work into it.” You said.

“And this is my son, Prince Zagrues.” Queen Persephone pushed him forward and he offered up a smile, making him look boyishly sweet. “Yes, it’s truly nice to meet you, I don’t think we ever had a goddess from Egypt before.”

“I would hope not.” You said politely. Prince Zagreus looked ready to ask you another question when Lord Hades spoke up.

“I’m sure you would like a chance to rest after such a long trip, Lady Y/N.” Lord Hades looked down at his son. “Show her where she will be staying, and mind your manners, boy.”

Prince Zagreus gave a quick eye roll, an act so brazen you almost didn’t think it happened. He took a step forward with a smile, “Please, let me show you your room.”

Later when alone in a bedchamber, you pulled the mask off and stared down at it. You rubbed your thumb along the muzzle with a sigh. You rested your forehead on the jackal’s temple.

Please, please you thought to yourself, let this be the right decision.

So far, everything was going well. You and Queen Persephone got along amazingly well and even Lord Hades seemed accepting of your presence. Lady Nyx understood what you were trying to do and all of her sons were willing to go along with it.

It was all coming together and the chokehold that Ammit had over the gods and goddesses can end.

You stood on the cliff, looking over the beauty of Elysium. It really could rival Sekhet-Aaru in beauty, and you wished you could take your mask to feel the breeze.

This place will be well suited for your people, families could make a home here until they were ready for rebirth and no longer fear the bite of Ammit.

Yes, this will do nicely.

“Is there a place like this in your underworld?” Prince Zagreus asked, standing several paces away. You turned away from Elysium, and toward it’s prince. Prince Zagreus was an unusual creature. He reminded you more of a mortal warrior, almost too humble to be a god.

“Yes, we call it Sekhet-Aaru.” You rejoined him from the cliff. Prince Zagreus gave a bemused smile, and tried to repeat it.

You laughed a little bit, “Sekhet-Aaru.” You sounded it out for him, amused at his frustration. It took several more tries before he got it.

“It is also known as Field of Reeds if that will be easier for you.” You said, looking back at Elysium. “If I may ask where are the homes of the shades that rest here? In ours, there are countless.”

Now that you think of it, you don’t think you have seen a single child in all of Elysium.

“Homes?” Prince Zagreus with a frown and you returned the frown even though you knew he couldn’t see it.

“Yes, home. The dwelling which your people live in, just like you.” You told him, a growing pit in your stomach.

“Oh.” Prince Zagreus said, titling his head. “They don’t have homes, they have no need for it.”

“What?” You said flatly. No, that can’t be right.

Prince Zagreus raised an eyebrow, “Well, they have rest areas and the markets so they should be fine.”

You laughed, “No, these were humans and they are even after death.” You waved a hand, “You can’t tell me that you thought this was normal.”

Prince Zagreus crossed his arms, “And your Field of Reed has that? Because from I heard that Ammit-“

“Don’t.” You warned softly. “You don’t understand the first thing about your duties as an afterlife god, now do you?”

He scoffed, “I understand it perfectly well, do you?”

You stared at him for a moment, then took a step toward him and when he didn’t back down, you took another step. It felt almost too intimate to stand this close to another person when you only been this close to other family members.

“Where are the children? The farmers? The craftsmen?” You asked gently. Prince Zagreus blinked, not expecting the question. You continued, “If even children and their families are not worth all this,” and you waved toward the false beauty. “Then who is?”

“The greatest of the Greek heroes and warriors.” He said, and you saw something that looked like shame, “The others are in Asphodel.”

You gasped, “In the fire?”

And he nodded.

For long heartbeats, you said nothing. He and you stared at each other and you swallowed. Faintly, you were aware of your ears ringing. Prince Zagreus reached up and placed his hands, warm and rough, on your shoulders. “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize this would upset-“

You pushed his hands off and took several steps away from him. This wasn’t how this was supposed to go. For a moment, all you could see was Ammit’s grinning mouth as she swallowed souls after souls and not even your father could get her to stop.

The great devourer and hell itself, Ammit takes all and leaves nothing in her path.

“Lady Y/N?” Prince Zagreus’ voice was soft, gentle unlike before and you suddenly hated him for trying to be kind to you when there were children living in the flames.

“Take me back to my room.” You ordered hoarsely.

It must have been a full day since you left your room.

A shade left a tray of food in your room as custom since you were supposed to only eat alone or with close family or with a lover.

You couldn’t touch a single morsel.

You sat in the bath, staring at the rafters. How had this gone so terribly wrong?

Surely your Father must not know about this. From what your father spoke, only Tartarus was for evil souls, too corrupt. He must have not known about Asphodel.

You sunk deeper into the warm waters, and tried to think what to do. Coming to the Greeks had been the last resort and they have failed their people. Ordinary souls shouldn’t be barred from paradise, especially not the little ones who never had a chance.

You refused to go home as a failure. You will bring salvation no matter the cost.

But what to do?

Eventually you got out of the bath, and put on a simple linen dress, not brothing to put your jewelry or even the mask on.

You paced as you mentally wrote a letter to your father, trying to think what to say.

‘Dear beloved Father,

I have failed you and all of Egypt.

Love, your daughter.’

You laughed unhappily, it was better than crying.

At the sound of crashing and footsteps, you looked up in confusion to your doors. Then Prince Zagreus busted though, waving off the shade guarding your bedchamber.

He saw you and stopped in place. He stared at you, a slight smile forming. “Oh. So that's what you look like.”

You blinked, and your hand reached up to your face, expecting the hard coldness of the jackal but touched soft, warm flesh instead.

Your cheeks flushed and you rushed over to the mask and quickly placed it on. Then you wirled back to him and he took some steps backward. Good. he should be scared, you thought, stomping over and shoving him in the chest repeatedly. He held up his hands but you only shoved harder.

“My father would have killed you twice over if he knew what you just did, you utter fool!” You hissed. Zagreus, because you certainly weren’t going to call him a prince after this, grabbed your wrists and held them carefully.

You seriously gave thought about kicking him.

“First off, ow.” He said, “I know I shouldn’t have come in like that but I don’t understand what the big deal is. It's not like I saw anything-“

“The big deal? You saw my face! It is an honor to share one’s face. You might as well walk in on me in the bath.” You snapped. You pulled your hands away with a huff, “Only my parents or a lover are allowed to see my face, and you are neither.”

“Ah.” He said softly. “I didn’t know. Not an excuse obviously. My apologies, I shouldn't have come in here without your permission. I just thought…”

You sighed, crossing your arms. “Why are you here, Zagreus?”

Zagreus reached out then dropped his hand, “I was worried about you. After our talk the other day, I haven’t seen you. And everyday since your arrival, you were always doing something. So I wanted to make sure you were alright.”

Between the careful look he gave and his gentle tone, something in you softened. You cursed yourself, this is why you could never take over your Father’s position. It was why you felt safe behind the mask, it hid any weakness you had and now you felt exposed in front of this god even with it on.

A blush warmed your cheeks and you tried to shove the memory away of his smile.

“It’s quite alright, your highness.” You told him, feeling very tired all of the sudden.

“Zagreus.” He corrected you and he gave you that boyishly sweet smile again. “I finally got you to use my name, and not my title. Admittedly not the way I wanted but I would like to keep it that way.”

You said nothing for a long moment. Then you gave a nod.

“Alright, Zagreus.”

You made a personal visit to Asphodel with Zagreus by your side, quiet as the heat built. Even the heat of it was hotter than your own home. The coolness of your mask wasn’t much help.

Zagreus got out first, and held a hand out to you.

You lifted the skirt of your dress with one hand as placed your other hand in Zagreus’. You tried not to think how easily his hand enveloped yours.

You carefully stepped off the boat, glad you wore sandals at the least. You turned to Charon who stared down at you, he reminded you of your father in a way. Quiet and solemn and you couldn’t help the fondness you felt for him.

“Thank you master Charon.” You said simply and he groaned with a nod. With that he pushed his boat onward.

There was a crowd of shades, tucked away in a cave from the worst of the magma. Your heart tightens but you leave them alone.

“How did this happen? Was it always this?” You asked, walking besides Zagreus.

Zagreus was quiet for a moment then shook his head. “No. From what my mother told me, it used to be a field of these flowers called Asphodel, thus the name and trees too.”

He waved a hand toward the bubbling magma, “Then one day something happened with the River Phlegethon. And it overtook the land.”

“No one knows why?” You asked, allowing Zagreus to guide you around a puddle of magma. His hand on your back for just a moment, steady even in the heat.

“No. I tried to ask my father but not even he knows the causes of it or so he says. When it first happened, they tried to build dams but it always overtook it eventually.” Zagreus said.

You fell quiet, slowly making your way through Asphodel.

This isn’t what you wanted for your people but it would be better than to suffer oblivion at Ammit’s hands.

“Is it true that Ammit just went mad one day?” Zagreus said when you and him reached the end of Asphodel.

You stood in the doorway, taking one last look at Asphodel. You tried to imagine what it looked like before Phlegethon overtook the land.

“No. I think she was always mad. My father is getting older, and the endless judgments weigh heavy on him. And one day…” You stopped, swallowed down the knot that formed in your throat.

You turned to him with your arms crossed, head bow. “One day, there was a child. Children have never lived long enough for their hearts to weigh them down usually. This child was just like the others and they passed the weighting of the heart. When my father picked up their heart to return it to the child, Ammit stole the heart from him and swallowed it whole.”

“Oh gods.” Zagreus whispered. You felt his hand on your arm but you didn’t look up at him. If you did, you might start crying.

“My father and Lord Thoth tried to stop her but every soul that came across was devoured mindlessly. Lord Osiris was able to close off Sekhet-Aaru before she got in. But every day since, any souls that die will perish to her, no matter how light their heart is.”

You took a breath, “This isn’t what I wanted for my people but it will be better than Ammit. Anything would be.”

Zagreus was quiet the whole way back home. When you and him were to part for the evening, he caught your hand gently in his.

“What is ours is yours.” He said.

‘Dear Beloved Father,

The Greeks had agreed to open their underworld to ours. They have been very kind to me during my stay here. Lord Hades, Queen Persephone and their son Prince Zagreus agreed to do everything in their powers to help.

I trust you and Lord Hermes already have a plan for what to do. I will stand by as I await your next orders.

Love, your daughter.’

“You’re being a fool, you weren’t supposed to let this happen. I trusted you with one job and you were to tell her they would get no help from us.” Lord Hades’ voice was loud in the hallway.

You didn’t mean to overhear, you were on your way to the library but you turned around and walked down the hallway you heard his voice again.

“And this is madness! I already lost control of the Phlegethon river.” Lord Hades yelled.

You stopped short, and tried to listen in. It was shameful to spy on your host but when it came to your people, there was no limit to how low you were willing to go. Especially since you just learned there might be no help coming.

“If no one minds me saying so, is it really that crazy?” It took a moment but that was Hypnos’ voice, “They are strong. Their morals and ours already share so much thanks to Alexander the Great. It won’t be that different.”

“As much as I hate to admit it, he is right.” Thanatos said.

“And Ammit won’t stop. Father, if what Y/N told me is true, Ammit will just eat everything until there is nothing left.” Zagreus said harshly. Even from where you stood, you could hear the desperation in his voice.

“He’s right.” Queen Persephone said much more calmly.

“Maybe it’s time to let the rivers meet again,” Lady Nyx said. “We have let them stuffer long enough.”

Silence filled the hallway and you almost left, fearing you would be found out. But then Queen Persephone spoke, “ After all, once Ammit eats her way through their underworld, what will stop her from coming to this one? And she will come for us, Hades. And for the Norse and Roman gods and so on.”

More silence.

“We need a plan.” Zagreus said.

It had been nearly a week.

You have yet to get a letter back from your Father.

You tried to comfort yourself by telling yourself that he must be busy getting their people ready.

“I found out why the Phlegethon river overflowed.” Zagreus said softly. You looked from the maps of the Greek underworld, blinking your tired eyes. One thing you weren’t warned about was much harder reading was with a mask on.

“Oh?” You said, voice rough from the lack of use.

You had taken up a corner spot in their library, maps spread out on the table as you tried to work out where you were going to place all of your people. Zagreus had joined you between his runs, helping point places where he knew they could settle in. He had told you the plan and at least, you had something while you waited for your Father.

“It was in love with the river Styx.” Zagures said, his eyes firmly on the maps. “They were trying to reach each other but my father was able to stop it.”

You glanced toward him. “But why would he?” Something in the air changed,a tension that had been building since the first day.

“Because my father thought they would destroy the underworld.” Zagreus finished. He marked an ‘x’ on part of the map, writing in Hyra next to it. You studied his fingers, they looked like a warrior’s hand, broad and rough.

“Yet it happened anyway.” You said with a sigh. You looked back at the maps, your people’s only hope.

Between the nervousness from the lack of letters from your Father, the headache that slowly formed behind your eyes and how the candlelight framed Zagreus’ face, you made a very foolish decision.

“Zagreus, are you hungry?” You watched his face carefully.

“Oh, yes.” Zagreus blinked, “I will have a shade get your food and let you eat alone-“

“I’m sorry.” You said quietly, “I meant to ask, would you like to join me for dinner?”

Zagreus said nothing as he looked at you, and you wondered if he was imaging your face.

“If you don’t want to-“ you started but he took your hand, gentle like you were made something fragile, something cherished.

“I would like that very much.” Zagreus said, his thumb brushing along your skin.

You blushed at the tender smile he gave you.

When you bare your face to him, he sighed like a man who finally got a drink of water. He reached up, cupping your face between his hands. Hands that you had grown familiar with and your cheeks warmed at his touch.

“You’re beautiful.” He whispered, close enough to kiss. “I thought I’ve seen beauty before but I was wrong.”

Somehow your blush got even worse and you pressed your cheek into his palm. You never had anyone look at you the way Zagreus did. You tried to form words but every time you looked at his face, at the amazed tenderness of it, you lost your thoughts.

“May I kiss you?” It was a gentle request but you heard the undercurrent of want, of need under it.

You curled a hand in his tunic, “You may.”

His lips caught yours, dipping your head back to deepen the kiss. You and him moved together in the kiss, slow at first but it quickly grew desperate.

You broke the kiss first, gasping slightly. Almost immediately, you and him returned to each other.

For now, nothing else matters but you and him.

Unknowingly to you, before Zagreus had returned to you, he found where his father had kept the rivers from meeting.

He would set right to what his father had done wrong.

With his sword, he slammed into the barrier again and again. Until it cracked like glass then shattered into a bright light.

Zagreus huffed, his sword resting his shoulders. He thought of you as he watched the two rivers find each other. He didn’t know what to make of you when he first laid eyes on you, you were nothing else he ever knew. You still were a mystery to him and he found himself only getting in deeper.

A goddess willing to do anything to save her people, her family. He closed his eyes, he just hoped it worked out because he knew your heart, too big and too kind for its own good, would break if it didn’t.

You stood on barren grounds and stared out at the land. What once had been covered in magma was now hardened ground but more shades than you ever saw were walking about.

Two children darted past you, screaming with laughter. Even with the stress of the last few weeks, you smiled at their joy even with the mask on.

Lord Hades stood next to his son, staring at Phlegethon. The river still took a good amount of space but it was controlled now. If you could see far enough, you could see where there was a pool of magma for the Bone Hyra.

Lord Hades only sighed, and glanced at his son. “You’re a fool, boy. But maybe so am I.” With that he left you and Zagreus alone among the shades.

You looked across the land, there was still much to be done but it was a start. No doubt Queen Persephone will be able to help restore this place.

He smiled at you and you felt that he knew you returned his smile back.

Later, Zagreus pressed a kiss against your forehead, your nose, both of your cheeks and finally your mouth.

You laughed against his lips, heart ready to burst from love.

“You should have told me.” You said, resting your head on his chest. His heartbeat was smoothing in the dark.

“I wasn’t sure it would work.” Zagreus said, running a hand through your hair. You closed your eyes, “It's you, Zagreus. Of course, it would work.”

He just chuckled before pressing another kiss against your brow.

Finally a letter had arrived but it wasn’t your fathers.

‘Dear Daughter of Anubis,

It is with a heavy heart that I write this. Fear not, for your Father still lives but you need to stay where you are. Your father will rest easy knowing you are safe and out Ammit’s reach.

Ammit only grows stronger and I fear I won’t be able to hold her back much longer. Lord Hermes and the others had started the first half of the plans and I trust our people will be welcomed.

Be safe. Be strong.

Lord Osiris’

You tore your mask off, letting it roll on the bed and covered your eyes. Tears burned even though you tried to hold it back.

The letters said your father was alive but you felt so foolish for just sitting around and waiting while he suffered.

You didn’t hear Zagreus come in. He didn’t ask what was wrong, just held you as you tried to pull yourself back together.

If you ever saw Ammit again, you will personally wired her jaw shut yourself.

You stood with bated breath as you waited for the first sign of Zagreus along with lord Hermes and the countless shades.

Queen Persephone and her countless shades had already been working on restoring Asphodel back to its former glory.

The grass was just soft as Elysium and soon flowers will fill the fields.

“You should be proud.” Queen Persephone said with a smile. You turned to her, your mask covering up your confusion.

“Queen Persephone, I hardly did anything.” You told her with a shake of your head.

“I know for a fact you and your father choose not to listen to your fellow gods. You choose to seek help. Many won’t, far too prideful.” She said, and you saw something passed over her face before she smiled again.

“And I think without your help, it would have taken much longer to restore Asphodel.” She finished.

You nodded, not willing to argue with Queen Persephone.

Then you heard it, you turned and clapped your hands together. Lord Hermes, bright as the sun, led Charon’s boat along with many smaller boats behind him to the land. The first you saw was your Father, tall and strong even the injuries you can see on him form.

You hurried over, “Father!”

He turned and opened his arms wide. You almost leaped in them and you were glad the mask hid your foolish tears. Thanks to the fates, he was alright. He squeezed you as the shades moved pass, muttering and pointing at their new home.

“You were brave, my daughter.” He placed a hand on top of the jackal mask as he pulled away. “I will tell you later what to come but for now, let us enjoy this.”

You nodded, and Queen Persephone took your Father along with her, head bowed together as they spoke. Then lastly Zagreus stepped off the boat, and he gave you that boyish sweet smile.

“Hey.” He said quietly. “I missed you.”

“Welcome home.” You said just quietly. “I missed you too.”

He offered his arm and you took it.

Welcome home indeed.

#hades game #hades zagreus #fanfic #zagreus x female!reader #self insert #zagreus x reader #x reader

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teddy06writes · 3 years ago

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You Didn't Need Us Then, We Don't Need You Now

Requested by this anon: "Okay I thought of this idea during Fundy's stream. Quackity and reader were engaged to Karl and Sapnap, but they left because of Karl losing his memory and Sapnap paying more attention to him. Quackity and reader then created Las Navadas to try and cope with everything that's happened to them. They created a little wedding area where they planned to get married with Sap and Karl. Flash forward to a year or two later, Karl and Sap stumble across Las Navadas and their two former fiancees. And they see everything they've done, including the little wedding area. which is perfectly designed as to how they wanted their wedding together. That's is as far as I got to the imagine in my head. If you could make a fic out of it that would be cool. If not at least you have this cute imagine in your head! 😊"

{Okay, so- so man feels, so many ideas. I haven't seen all of the Los Nevadas streams yet because I've got a lot of school stuff going on, but, I think I have a pretty good idea of what's going on. [also Slime from The Ground my beloved]}

Quackity x reader; Past: Sapnap x Karl x Quackity x reader

trigger warnings: maybe some swearing, slight descriptions of a panic attack, slight drinking

premise: After L'manburg was destroyed, two of your fiancées seemed to disappear. With just Sapnap left, you had been scared, but he assured you that the right thing to do was split up to try and find Quackity and Karl. And, well, you found Quackity, but when He found Karl.... something else had taken over, and suddenly Kinoko Kingdom was more important than finding you and quackity again. But thats fine. You and Quackity had been together in the begining, so what did you need from the other two? Las Nevadas could fill the void they left,,, and it did, until they happened to come knocking, right as you were finally moving on.

{Also, parental unit for everyone in Las Nevadas, I love it, brain is going brr so hard}

{also also, purpled is the forgotten eldest child of the server and no the ufo does not get blown up}

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"It's gone, (y/n) it's all gone," You said with disbelief, staring over the barren, ashy place that had once been L'manburg and El Rapids, "We couldn't stop him."

Sapnap took in a shaky breath, wrapping an arm around your shoulders, "We were never could have. Even if the supplies weren't destroyed."

The remaining people had already cleared out, but you had only now come to see the damage, having been forced away from the battle by your fiancées.

"I could have helped." You fell to your knees, still staring at the wreckage.

Sapnap could only sigh at the broken look on your face. You had lost the only home you'd ever known, but what had he lost? Well, for one thing, Karl.

Karl was still no where to be found, and now it seemed that Quackity had disappeared.

He fiddled with the purple band that circled one of his fingers, "Look- we- we need to find Quackity and Karl. Q looked pretty bad the last time I saw him, and Karl-"

Resolutely you nodded, dragging yourself to stand, "Karl is Karl. He'll be happy that his statue missed being blown up. I think its Q we should be worried about. This place- El Rapids- that was everything to him."

"Well- how about you go find Quackity, and I go find Karl. We're bound to find them eventually if we split up." He offered.

You studied the look on his face, "You're covering for him. What's going on?"

Sapnap only shook his head.

Crossing your arms you turned toward the hill, and what was left of the prime path, "Quackity has the deed to some land. North of Spawn. Meet us there once you kind K, alright?"

"Okay." He said softly, leaning over to press a soft kiss on your cheek.

"Be safe." You advised, already starting away.

It didn't take you very long to track down your Fiancé, in all the time you'd known him (much longer than you'd known the others), he hadn't changed too much.

So, when you made your way through the twisted paths near Pogtopia, he was up on the ridge, sitting on the rock that had for so long, doubled as a bench.

"It's good to see you're safe." You hugged your arms to your body, trying to keep your voice from shaking.

As soon as you were sitting next to him, he was leaning on you, "He destroyed everything- all that work- El Rapids-"

"I know." You wrapped your arms around him, finally letting your own tears fall, "I know."

"What are we gonna do? I just wanted a place for us- I just- I wanted to make a place for us- all we asked for was recognition- and now the only place that saw was recognizing us is gone."

It had taken a while for Quackity to stop talking about everything that had been destroyed. Even then he kept asking, "But- Just wanted to make a place for you guys, how are we gonna do that now?"

"We can still make a place," You assured him, even as you yourself were unsure, "We'll make our own little country. So far out where no one will be able to blow it up."

He seemed to take to the idea quickly, and that night, as the two of you sat together in the camp that had been made within the caverns of Pogtopia, he talked feverently of the country you two would make.

He talked of buildings, of businesses, and of wedding venues. The plans he made up that night, they were almost enough to make you forget about what had happened to your home.

"What about that land north of spawn?" You suggested, letting your head rest back on his shoulder.

Quackity thought about it for a moment, "I mean- its just some desert, but I think we could make it work."

"Good, I told Sap to meet us there once he found Karl."

He nodded, "We'll head up there, and start getting everything ready, and then when they're ready they can come up."

~~ This was how three months came to pass, with the busyness of planning the new city, the beginning of construction, the meetings with Sam to plan for the new economic system that the new country would spread through the lands.

Yet you still felt off. It had been that long and Karl and Sapnap had never returned, something must have gone horribly, horribly wrong. It nagged at you, constantly, Drove you sick with anxiety somedays.

"(y/n)."

You looked up from the designs for the next casino you had been going over, "Sam! I didn't know you were visiting today! What can I do for you?"

"Uhhh, I wasn't planning on it, you better come out here- it's Quackity, we had been discussing- some things. I don't know what happened but when he passed back through-" The creeper hybrid trailed off.

You quickly stood, rushing passed him and through the hall to the courtyard where Sam had left him, gasping for breath and tugging at his hair.

In an instant you were kneeling beside him, "Breath baby, breath."

"They- he- George- Kinoko- Sap- left- on purpose-" He blubbered.

"Hey, Q," You took his hands as gently as you could, "look at me. Breath, breath with me. Come on, breath."

Slowly, he began to calm down, and by the time Sam was long gone he slowly began to explain what happened.

"I was heading back from talking with Sam, I saw George outside the prison. He kept talking about something- about- Kinoko Kingdom..." He sighed.

"Kinoko- what?" You asked, confused.

He let his head drop into his hands, "Karl and Sapnap.... started another country- called Kinoko Kingdom... they didn't even wait for us."

You felt your heart drop, if you hadn't been holding his hands yours would've been shaking, "What-"

Quackity could only nod shakily as he pulled you into his arms.

"I told him to come back here- I told- why didn't they-" You muttered absently.

The only noise in the courtyard was from the fountains, and the small sniffles from the two of you.

You were still in a state of semi-shock and sadness when you felt his arms tighten around you.

"We don't need them anyway. Las Nevada's can prosper without them."

~~ "Purpled? You want to get him in on this?" Quackity frowned.

You shrugged, "He's a mercenary, he could be of some help around here."

Your fiancé studied your face for a moment, "No, that's not it. Why do you really want him here?"

"Look, he's-" You sighed, "The kids been through a lot. He doesn't really have anything anymore, he needs somewhere, someone at least. We owe that too him at least."

After a moment, he nodded, "I haven't spoken to him since I paid him for his help with that egg mess. He- didn't seem to like me being around."

"I'll try to find him, he'd talk to me, I'm sure of it." You stood up from your seat at the table.

"You're going now?" He asked, following you across to the coat room.

You nodded, tugging on your boots, "If I want to make it through to the Greater SMP before it gets dark. I'll see if Eret will let me stay the night, then I'll head out again."

"Be careful." Quackity advised once you were ready.

You pecked at his lips, "I always am."

The journey to the Greater SMP went quickly, and after a nights stay in Eret's castle, you had made your way to the UFO, disappointed to find it seemingly abandoned.

"How the hell am I supposed to find him if the one place he ever seems to be is empty." You muttered, glancing around the base of the UFO.

You shrugged off your knapsack, dropping it to the side, followed by the sword that had been at your hip, and then you began to climb.

Even the inside of the UFO was completely empty, devoid of any chests, crafting tables, or furnaces.

"What the hell are you doing here?"

You jumped, turning to find Purpled, in full netherite, sword gripped tight in his hand.

"I- We've been looking for you." You fumbled for an explanation, holding up your hands in a sort of surrender.

He scoffed, "I already did a job for you people, I'm busy now."

"Not for a job Purpled!" You couldn't help but exclaim, "Some people actually try to find you for more than just that."

"Then what do you want?" He snapped.

"Did Q tell you about Nevadas?"

Purpled frowned, "Yeah, he mentioned it."

"Well, I think you should join. Come in on the project."

"Why the hell would I do that?"

You sighed, "Look, Purpled, you- everyone here, in this smp, they don't care, they don't bother to know you. You- you don't really have a place here-"

"You think I don't know that?" Purpled's grip on his sword tightened.

"So, If you come with us, join Las Nevadas, you can have a place- have people who care. You need people, Purpled."

"I don't Need anyone." He insisted.

You sighed, "Someday your going to have to see that that's not true. Please consider joining Las Nevadas, no one here cares, but we do."

"That's not true," He said bitterly, "You just need me to do another god damned job."

With a shake of your head you turned, preparing for the climb back down, "Purpled, this smp isn't kind to children, but I think it's been the most unfair to you. Out here your being forgotten, but you might not be if you join us."

At the base of the UFO you were surprised to find a strange, slimly looking boy digging through your bag.

"Hey!" You yelled, "Don't touch that! It's not yours!"

He looked up and froze, realizing he'd been caught.

You snatched your things away from him, quickly unsheathing your sword, "Who are you?"

"Uhhhh, I'm a meat person- same as you!" He offered.

"You- you're- uh-" You sputtered for a moment confused, "Why were you touching my things?"

"Uhhhhh, Dap me up!" He said avoiding the question.

You stared at him for a moment, "I don't have time for this."

As you started back toward the prime path you heard him call, "Nice to meet you (y/n) from Las Nevadas!"

"How do you know my name?" You demanded, whirling around.

"Oh, I know a lot of things." He laughed, "I see lots 'a stuff."

You frowned, "Uh huh. I'm gonna- walk away now."

~~ A week had passed, and there was still no signs of Purpled, nor Fundy or Foolish, (both of whom Quackity had gone to speak to whilst you were away), coming to Las Nevadas.

You were sure that Purpled would come around eventually, but had no faith that anyone else would join Las Nevadas, until you had heard a strange noise in the night.

It had been a cross between a clang and a yell, and then almost like something being dragged.

You had been going over some of the contracts you had been preparing for if anyone ever did show up when you'd heard it, and your fiancé seem to be gone from his own office, and your bedroom even, so quickly you armed yourself with your sword before hurrying out after the noise.

The streets of Las Nevadas were still partially lit by street lamps as you hurried along, it didn't take you long to find your fiancé, just outside of city limits, pacing In front of a strange looking hole.

"What the hell are you doing?" You hissed.

"Hey! It's (y/n) from Las Nevadas!"

You jumped at the voice, turning to see that no, the hole wasn't green, that the same slime boy from before was sitting in it.

"You! What are you doing here?!" You exclaimed.

"Quackity from Las Nevadas put me in this hole!" He said cheerfully.

Quackity grabbed your shoulder, turning you away from Slime and the hole, "You know him?"

"He was trying to look through my stuff after I talked to Purpled," You explained, glancing back over at the hole, "Said he sees just about everything, uhh, as far as I can tell, he's like the hybrids- but- weirder."

"Nope! I'm just a totally goopless guy! I'm bones and stuff!" He called from the hole.

"Oh god we have crazy people here." Quackity muttered scrubbing a hand over his face.

You moved to crouch next to the hole, "What- uh- What are you doing here buddy?"

"Oh I'm just oozing around. Dap me up!"

Confused, you complied, nervously laughing as he grinned at the handshake.

"I found him spying in the restaurant." Quackity sighed.

"What's spying?" The boy in the hole asked, "I just listen."

"Yeah well tell me exactly what you heard or I'll ill you right now!" Quackity threatened, pulling out his sword.

He hummed, "Well, I saw you, and I saw (y/n) from Las Nevadas. And there was a green guy, and a purple guy. I know of a Red guy, dead guy but he's not dead anymore-"

Your breath hitched, "Dead guy?"

"Yeah, looked real ashy- maybe even ...sooty?..." He confirmed.

Quackity glanced back at you, "And he's not dead anymore?"

"No. He's weird now. Got gray hair instead of grey skin. Used to run a country- got blown up though."

"How much have you seen man?" You asked, incredulous.

He shrugged, "I mean, I move slow but I've seen a lot. Lately a lot of conversations about taking advantage of the ever so fragile human psyche through gambling."

"Holy shit." you muttered.

Quackity glared up into the night sky, almost looking for an answer.

Shifting closer too look at the boy you frowned, "What's all that green stuff?"

"Oh- those are just- my totally normal- human parts! I'm a person!" He grinned.

You sighed, "Uhh, look, what's your name? Like how I'm (y/n) from Las Nevadas, who are you?"

"Oh, I'm goop from the ground!" He smiled for a moment before realizing his mistake, "I mean- I'm a meat person!"

Quackity still seemed to be praying to the sky, not paying any attention.

"Goop from the ground," You muttered, slowly connecting the dots, "Well, uhh, goop, how bout I give you a regular person name?"

"A person name? Oh boy!" He laughed.

You thought for a moment longer, "How about- Charlie?"

Charlie grinned, somehow even wider than before, "Woah! I have a real human name! Like any other regular human meat person!"

"Yep, you do." You chuckled.

"And, to be clear, I definitely am one of those, and not a piece of goop, that's slowly come to the surface, hiding as a person!"

As you continued to talk with Charlie, Quackity seemed to come to a realization, "He's like an accidental spy!"

And, when you helped him out of the hole Quackity was quick to say, "Well, this- this- was- was uh a formal greeting! Yeah that's what we call them!"

"Wow!" Charlie mused.

The walk back to Las Nevadas was quiet, until Charlie turned to you, "(y/n) from Las Nevadas, if I'm Charlie- where- where?"

You smiled, "Do you want to be Charlie from Las Nevadas?"

By the end of the same week, after having gotten Charlie fully on board, and slight agreement from Foolish, word finally came from Purpled.

You'd been working on the next phase of the whole Nevadas Project when Charlie rushed in, "(y/n) from Las Nevadas! There's someone here!"

You frowned, "Who?"

"Purpled from UFO!" He practically yelled.

Standing, you tucked your papers away, "That's perfect Charlie, thank you. Do you want to come with to help show him around?"

He nodded, following you out of your office.

Outside, you found Purpled, along with his dog, looking up at the casino in awe.

"Purpled! You came!" You called cheerfully.

The boy turned, a strange expression you couldn't read on his face, "What? No 'I told you so'? No 'I knew you'd come around eventually'?"

You shrugged, "I'm just glad you finally came."

He sighed, "It's not like they needed me anywhere else."

You put a hand on his shoulder, "That's alright, We need you here."

"They- I went to tell Ponk I was leaving," Purpled sounded too broken, too tired, "He said he was too busy to talk to me."

Before you could say anything, he continued, "I had a house, near L'Manhole. I- I uh blew it up, to see what would happen," His shoulders began to shake, ever so slightly, as he finished in a whisper, "No one even noticed."

In one quick move you wrapped an arm around his shoulder and pulled him into a hug, "It's okay Kid, it'll be okay now."

That was how your fiancé found you, standing outside the main casino, a teen all but sobbing into your shirt, Charlie looking on confused.

And so, the time passed, Las Nevadas grew, and you and your new little family did along with it.

Quackity found it funny, really, your ability to bring people onto your side be connecting with them emotionally, and as he put it, all but adopting them.

Charlie still took up a room in the apartments you and Quackity staid in above the offices. Purpled would come over when things around the country weren't so busy, and you'd talk for hours, Foolish joining in some of the time.

Fundy, on his first night in the city, had broken down to you, the same as Purpled, but you'd helped him put himself together. Though Tommy, Tubbo and Ranboo didn't have official places in Las Nevadas, it seemed a chunk of their time was spent there.

Yep, that was your new strange family. You, Your fiancé and the kids but not really young enough to still be kids you accidently adopted.

Now, you reflected on this quietly, from the top of the needle.

"You okay?" Quackity asked softly, looking over at you.

You chuckled softly, "Can you believe that it's been two years?"

"No, can you?"

You shook your head, "You know, I've been thinking. A long time ago, you told me we were better off with out Karl and Sapnap."

He watched silently, as you pulled the other two rings that you had kept, holding them up by the chain they were strung on.

"Maybe- you were right- and maybe it's finally time to get married. Just us. We didn't need them to get here, we won't need them for anything else."

A small smile slipped onto Quackity's lips, "Would you marry me?"

"You already know the answer to that." You chuckled.

"So it's a yes?"

"Obviously." You scoffed.

"When should we have the ceremony then?" He asked.

"Right now," You mused, "We opened that wedding hall for a reason, right? We could get married proper, right now. It's already decorated the way Tubbo originally planed."

He laughed, "Let's do it tomorrow that way we have time to get like, notices out and shit."

You smiled, "Of course."

The sun had begun to set during this discussion, and you looked out over the peaceful landscape with a soft sigh, yes, this, this was home.

And even as you heard Charlie tripping and crashing his way up the stairs, the thought still filled your head.

"Quackity and (y/n) from Las Nevadas!" He exclaimed, "Purpled from Las Nevadas found some people by the border!"

In an instant, both you and Quackity were standing, "What were they doing?"

"Looking around, real weird like. Fundy From Las Nevadas said they might be here to attack us! I hope they aren't."

You followed Quackity past him and back down from the tower, drawing your sword as Charlie called out where he had left Purpled and the mystery people.

What you found was not what you expected.

Purpled stood, sword drawn and pointed at the men you least expected to see now.

Karl looked scared, tucked back behind Sapnap who was moving to draw his own sword.

Not another move!" You barked, moving to stand in line with Purpled.

Karl's face light up upon seeing you, "(y/n)! Quackity! I missed you!"

"Did you?" Quackity spit.

"Sapnap drop your sword." You commanded, not paying attention to the strange look on their faces, no one, and I mean no, pulled a sword on your family.

He frowned, "Wh- (y/n) don't be like that. I get it- but- why..."

"What are your intentions? Why have you come here?" You asked.

"We wanted to find you!" Karl said, "We missed you (y/n)."

"Uhh, that's (y/n) from Las Nevadas to you." Charlie said.

Quackity sighed, grabbing Charlie by the collar and pulling him back, "Sorry- he's been learning sass and sarcasm lately."

"Still, what are you doing here?" You pushed.

"We wanted to find you! You've been gone so long, we thought we'd go looking." Sapnap explained.

"We've been gone?" You scoffed, "You were the ones who disappeared."

Karl moved forward, grabbing your left hand, and Quackity's right, "We just wanted to come back, to finally get married."

You pulled away, slowly sheathing your sword, "You can't be serious?"

"What do you mean?" Karl asked, the smile just beginning to drip off his face.

"You fucking left us- We were just trying to make a place for the four of us to be safe and you left us! And now you want back? Out of the blue?" Your voice steadily grew louder, "You cannot show up here after abandoning us like that!"

Quackity gently took your hand, murmuring, "(y/n)..."

"No. They don't get to do this!" You turned to him, watching his face change upon seeing the mix of anger and sadness in your eyes.

"W- We'll talk about this tomorrow, away from the kids," He asserted, for once not earning any protest about age from Purpled or Fundy, "Charlie, you think you can take these guys on a tour of the place?"

He nodded eagerly, "This way this way!"

As Sapnap, Karl, Purpled and FUndy began to trudge after him, Quackity turned to you, "(y/n)?"

You just shook your head, pulling your hand out of his and starting away.

~~ Purpled had followed the tour party quietly, taking a page from Charlie's book and watching, observing everything.

He had seen the pain in your face at the suggestion of marriage, and the anger in Quackity's just upon seeing them.

So, he followed the men warily, watching the way Karl exclaimed about how he had built an Effile tower just like the one in the city in Manberg, and the way that Sapnap mentioned fondly how the décor at the wedding hall matched the ones you two had always spoken about.

Hearing it nearly drove him mad. Did they not realize that it had all been for them? That dreams of them arriving were the only thing that had ruled Your and Quackity's minds?

When Charlie had directed the group, which by now included some of the other tourists, past one of the bars, he stopped.

Inside, Quackity was slumped at the bar, a bottle of whiskey in hand.

"Drinking away your problems won't solve them." Purpled sighed, pulling the bottle away from him.

"We were doing so good without them. You know that Purp. But here they are, back and ready to fuck things up again. That's how it's always been." He muttered.

The boy shook his head, "They don't realize how destructive they are? Do they?"

"Never have." He sighed.

"Lets get you back home."

Quackity allowed himself to be manhandled into standing, and then led out of the bar, back toward the offices, and toward the apartment.

"(y/n) will figure it out. They always do." Purpled assured him, pulling open the apartment door and ushering him in.

"But they shouldn't have too," He sighed, running a hand through his hair, not bothered by the way his beanie fell to the floor, "They've dealt with so much without help. Yet they're always the ones to help us."

Once he had wrangled Quackity into the bedroom, Purpled headed back out, finding Fundy at the base of the Needle, "They up there?"

"Yeah," The hybrid sighed, "Quackity?"

"Got drunk. He's- painfully coherent though." He winced.

Fundy ran a hand through his hair, "It's hard to believe one of the nicest people around is the one to fuck them up like this."

"Makes perfect sense to me," Purpled said as they began to make their way toward the stairs, "My first night here- I was having a hard time, because- the whole server acted like I didn't exist. (y/n) told me about how Sapnap and Karl had abandoned them."

"Did it seem this bad though?" Fundy asked.

"No- but that was before they turned up again talking about marriage."

By now they had reached the top of the tower, and Purpled could see where you sat by the ledge, feet dangling over. Quietly, they both sat down on either side of you.

"How's Q?" You asked quietly after a moment.

"Drunk, but back at your apartment, well supplied with water." Purpled reported.

You nodded, "And K and- Karl and Sapnap?"

"Waaay to blissfully ignorant." Fundy said.

Quiet held you three in silence for a moment, until at last Purpled sighed, asking, almost bitterly, "So- are you gonna marry them? You were going to once."

"Even if I did it wouldn't change anything here." You mumbled.

"Sapnap was talking about how cool it would be to come back and visit from Kinoko after the honeymoon." Fundy admitted.

Before you could say anything Purpled drew one of his knees to his chest, "I- don't- it feels like they'd be taking you away from us- I like it the way it is. Things are nice, and they're just fucking it up."

Fundy nodded, "As much as I hate to say it, he's right. If you people all get married nothing will be the same. I kind of liked having parental figures, I don't want them messing that up."

"They won't." You promised softly.

By god, if you hadn't already made up your mind, their words would've swayed you.

~~ After a while, you stood, "Let's go home."

They followed you tiredly, Charlie joining the mini procession at one intersection, telling you that Sapnap and Karl had gone to get a hotel room.

At the apartment, Quackity was sitting on the couch, already seeming more sober than Purpled had told you. When you sat next to him, his arms were quick to wrap around you, holding you like a lifeline.

Charlie took his place on the other side of the couch, Purpled curled up in the armchair, and Fundy dug around until he found one of the old projectors he'd left there, queuing up a movie.

"Hey, just like on Nightmare's days!" Charlie laughed, referring to the infamous 16th, where, just about every month it seemed you, Fundy, Quackity and sometime Purpled would have nightmares of the Manburg Pogtopia war, and everyone would congregate in the living room to watch one of Fundy's movies.

"Sure as hell feels like one." Quackity muttered.

And so you watched the movie, though your thoughts drifted, thinking of how you would deal with your reappearing ex-fiancés.

As you thought, you created a mini script in your head. Exactly what you would say came you.

"You didn't need us then, and we don't need you now."

Yes, you thought, leaning more into Quackity's side, thats what you'd say, after you talked about your new family.

(and the next day, you did just that)

#mcyt x reader #quackity x reader #quackity imagines #sapnap x karl x quackity x reader #karlnapity #karlnapity x reader #teddy 06 writes #teddy06 #teddy 06 #I was going to write the full confrontaion #but I didn't have it in me

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How they act after you break up with them.

(I made sure to check but there might be small grammar errors, and this is a long one so strap in 🙇, but hope you enjoy angst+fluff here) but not me actually feeling bad for them after-

Is more out of it then usual.

The reason you broke up with him is because you felt like it wasn’t a real relationship. And more like you sometimes got to talk during class, and sometimes out of school.

He writes in his a separate notebook of ways he could’ve done better

Starts comparing himself to other guys more often

Leaves earlier then everyone else to got to dorms.

Mumbles even more then usual, and sometimes the only person that can snap him out of it is Aizawa.

Sometimes takes it out on his friends

“Hey Deku!-“

“Not right now Uraraka.”

“Oi, Deku nerd, the-“

“Can you not right now Kacchan?”

“HAAH?-“

“Midoryia! Would you like to study?”

“Maybe later Iida...”

Todoroki offered him soba but it resulted in Midoriya slowly slurping up soba as he looked into the void of people

He shut everyone one out and didn’t talk barely most of the week.

He’d take out a lot of his anger during training.

It somehow finally clicks into place how bad you feel and how much you miss him when All Might pull you aside and asks. “Uhhh...Is Young Midoriya ok? I’m getting real worried....ITS NOT LIKE I DONT WORRY ABOUT MY OTHER STUDENTS HAHAHA! HOW’S-

There’s 15 minutes of your life awkwardly telling All Might how all your classmates are doing.

Which made you want to jump off the top of UA at the moment.

You decide to head to his dorm and ask him about it, cause you feel like it’s your fault.

You walk in on him crying, clutching the shirt you bought for him on his birthday.

You almost dropped to your knees in guilt at the sight

You rushed over and sat by him, comforting him, though it wasn’t much as you started crying too.

Basically a crying festival for an hour.

“Please....Please Y/N I love you so much, I promise I’ll make it work, and I’ll do my best to make it up to you, just please...PLEASE don’t leave me.” You kiss him on the lips and then his hand, “Babe it’s not all on you, I promise I’ll do better this time too, I’m so sorry for being selfish, I love you, ok?” Another crying fest.

After you start dating again:

Always makes sure you’re comfortable, and checks into your dorm before he starts a study session.

Helps you with your work before his. ( Though you insist he doesn’t as he’s gotten points off multiple times for turning in his work late.)

Goes on dates every time you have some free space in your schedules. Somehow ends up in an All Might merch shop 80% of the time.

!!CUDDLE SESSIONS AFTER HERO TRAINING AT ALL TIMES!! Even in Recovery Girl’s office, though many times she bops you both on the head and tells you to get out.

(If you both like All Might) You both geek out over new All Might stuff, and his old interviews while wearing an All Might onesies.

(If you like a different hero) You could spend hours bickering on who’s best hero, pulling up recordings and articles on the. With you holding your favorite hero plushie and him wearing All Might pajamas.

And waking up early just to take a long route to school together.

Makes sure to say ‘I love you’ at every small moment, and compliments you, though he can’t take compliments himself-

If it’s a permanent breakup:

“I...I understand, but why?”

Tears well up in his eyes and he for once he keeps eye contact with you, without looking away

It takes everything in you to not breakdown

“I’m sorry Izuku, I just don’t think it’ll work out in the end.” He grabs your hand and holds it both of his. He puts it to his forehead, nearly on his knees at this point. You try not to cry with him, but you knew it wasn’t going to end up a happily ever after in the end. And you wanted to break it off before that could happen.

“Izuku, I know, I know, I’m so sorry, I wish it couldn’t end like this-“

“Then don’t let it. Please Y/N don’t let this end.”

You eyes welled up as you put a hand over your mouth while repeating ‘I’m sorry, so sorry Izuku’. You looked away from him as you slipped your hand out of his, you close your eyes painfully, the tears finally running down your face. You couldn’t help but look back one more time, and almost wanted to run to where he was and take it all back. He sat on his knees, his head in his hands as painful sobs wracked his body. You quickly leave the room, shutting the door behind you.

You both were pretty quiet and emotionless the whole week.

Midoriya was even worse then before,

It got to the point where sometimes he didn’t eat or sleep

He barely responded to anything anyone said

Hell, even Bakugo was worried at some point

Midoriya would always go back to his dorm and cuddle with the gifts you gave him while you were dating.

It took a long time for him to get over it, and even when he thought it did, he still gets emotional over it

Even after highschool it pains him to see your off doing your own thing without you at his side the whole time

Quieter then usual

Is so deep in thought, sometimes forgets he’s in class or what he’s doing

During tests, or while working on assignments he’d be so deep in thought he didn’t realize he broke his pencil, or used his quirk on his desk

Instead of having his usual outburst on people he’d just walk off, or click his tounge and walk off

Even during Hero Lessons he’d be less calculated, and not as pumped up

When anyone tried to ask he’d just say “Fuck off, I’m fine.”

His grades slightly dropped

He had bags under his eyes, and had even worse posture then usual

When it came time to leave, he’d be the first one out, and no one could find out where he’d go

A permanent frown was on his face at all times (basically him most of time but with a deeper frown)

No one knew what to do at this point

It didn’t click with you until one day during Hero Lessons

He was sparring with Kirishima and all of a sudden he fainted

Everyone was surprised to say the most

You rushed with Kirishima to Recover Girls office

You both almost busted the door off it’s hinges

She wacked you both on the head but quickly tended to Bakugo, surprising you both as she checked on him

“Oh....I wouldn’t have expected this from Bakugo.” You and Kirishima had confused looks on your faces. “Well he passed out from exhaustion, which I usually see with that foolish Midoriya boy. This one usually keeps up with himself, something must’ve happened.” She cut herself off as she saw the look on your face that said it all. She beckons Kirishima to follow her out, as he still wasn’t getting what was happening.

You finally got a good look at him, and saw just how exhausted he looked. The bags under his eyes, his bruised body, and how pained he looked in his sleep. You hugged the non-bruised part of his arm, and finally let the tears you held let go. “I’m sorry Katsuki...I’m sorry I didn’t see it sooner.” Before you realized he woke up, he placed his free hand on your head, rubbing small and soothing circles on your head. “S’okay, let’s make this work.” You knew you didn’t have to say anything else as you both stayed like that until Recovery Girl came in to kick you both out.

After you start dating again:

Comes to your dorm everyday to get you up knowing you’d oversleep if he didn’t (also wants to see your sleeping face...not in a weird way)

Cooks you breakfast in bed on off days,

You guys cook something together when you have a movie night

Instead of yelling most times, he just makes sure he understands your side of everything before jumping to conclusions

Makes sure he isn’t too rough with you verbally (lol not sure physically)

Brings you to his parents house during some free time since you get along with his mom and dad well

Won’t admit it but adores the fact that his parents love you

Whispers ‘I love you’ when he’s made sure your ‘sleeping’ (you’re not, you just wanna hear him say it all shy like)

You guys go on training dates, where you both train together, then have a picnic where you just trained

Him being more open with PDA, like holding your hand, or laying his head on your shoulder, etc. just small stuff

He loves playing with your hair and twisting it around his fingers while cuddling or studying

You both cheer on your favorite hero during a fight on TV, or you pick a random channel on TV and you just listen to him rant how stupid something is while you lean onto his shoulder at 2am (somehow got him to stay up this late)

If it’s a permanent breakup:

“No...no...you can’t, you can’t be serious”

He sounded so broken. His fists clutched so hard you thought his bones would pop out

Anger was evident in his face, and he honestly scared you with the face he was making

“Y/N....are you joking?” You frown and step back a little, did he really think everything you said was a joke? “No Bakugo, I just think this isnt gonna work out in the end.” You heard him click his tongue, then just look at you in shock, then anger. He looked down, his bangs covering his expression. “So you’re just gonna end it like that? No working anything out, just break up? It was one fucking mistake Y/N.”

“Yeah one big mistake, you don’t suck faces with some other person on accident, Bakugo.” The venom in your voice slicing through the tension filled air. “Can you just fucking forgive me? I won’t do it again.”

“You said that last time, Katsuki, then you go and clown off again-“

Before you could get anything else out Bakugo already had his quirk going in one hand, and the other holding your shoulder down. You both looked surprised, even as he backed away. “No..nononono fuck Y/N baby I’m sorry-” you smacked the hand that reached out for you. You started packing everything, Bakugo’s eyes widened as he just stood in shock. Before he knew it you were leaving already.

“N...NO NO Y/N PLEASE, I’M SORRY-“ he grabbed you by the arm that reached for the door knob. You quickly shrugged him out of his grasp, and opened the door. “Goodbye Bakugo, I hope well for the next person with you.” And you slammed it in his face. He stood there, it’s like the emotions he felt before were completely wiped when you slammed the door on him. It was 8:03pm, he should start getting ready for bed anyway.

For a few weeks he was unresponsive, and only talked when he needed to

His movements were sluggish and he’d often stare at nothing

Bakugo didn’t even glare, or really do anything when Midoriya tried talking him

Or shittyhair, dunce face, raccoon eyes, or soy sauce face

They were all the same, and just molded into one voice every time someone tried talking to him

After a while he got over it, but he still regrets what he did

You helped him through so much yet he went off and did stupid shit

Even after highschool, he’d still keep up on you frequently through social media

Basically stalking you on there, guessing he never truly got over it once he felt tears subconsciously stream down his face as he saw you with someone else, happier.

He felt like he didn’t do anything wrong, and he was confused at the throb in his heart every time you looked away from him or ignored him.

So he did ask you, and all you did was look at him like he just hit you.

Why did you look so hurt?

Todoroki shrugged it off, thinking you’d come back like you did after every fight you guys had

But you didn’t, and that’s what took an actual toll on him

More emotional

A permanent frown on his pretty features most of the time

All he mostly eats is soba

He didn’t know how to handle this in all honesty

Sometimes he’d just stare at you, and even when you looked back he’d just stare...

Sometimes he’s so out of it he doesn’t realize he’s either froze the entire classroom or was a living breathing radiator, or both (rip Momo, Satou, and Tokoyami)

He’d ask Midoryia for help but it came out as a fumbled mess most of the time:

“Midoryia...how do you hurt....them, a lot...without...? Can you help?

Midoryia is just like:

(Sorry I had to add that in I was cackling sm from it)

“I think you should just talk to them Todoroki.”

That was harder to do then he expected, you mangaged to avoid him pretty well,

One day he was just fed up and as soon as the bell rang he took your hand and left the class

He takes you to an empty classroom, his left side nearly giving you frostbite

You were about to yell at him before you saw his broken expression

“What...what did I do for it to be like this?” You we’re now quiet as you saw the confused and hurt expression on his face. Him barely being able to control either of his quirks, he was shaking, yet still held a confused expression. It just clicked with you, Todoroki wasn’t used to the sudden emotions or feelings, and when one of the people he’d usually go to to talk about it wasn’t there, he started to crumble.

You hugged him tightly , not caring if his quirks messed up your uniform. “I’m sorry Y/N....I’m sorry I’m not enough, but-“ You cover his mouth as tears fell from your eyes and onto the ground or his uniform. “I- I-I’m so sorry Todo...it’s just you never gave me affection and I was being so selfish and petty about it, I just- I didn’t realize that you went through your own experience for it to turn out like this. It’s not your fault, and I love you the way you are Shoto.” Todoroki didn’t even notice the tears come down his face as you kissed him over and over again. A small ‘I’m sorry’ from you every time. His quirks calmed down and now you were holding each other in a random classroom. You’re heart nearly stopped as you looked up at him and saw a small, teary eyed smile.

After you start Dating again:

Todoroki was much more observant

He’d stay up late readings articles saying “How to understand emotions” or “Is there other good food then Cold Soba” wait-

Regularly gets you gifts, even though most of the time you make him return the stuff since he’s been getting so much with his dads card

Endeavor ended up yelling at you both in a 7/11 while you were stuffing your faces with a soba flavored chips

You both figured out a way to get Todoroki to express himself without words

He’d slightly activate his left side if he wanted any sort of attention, and his right side was if he was feeling stressed or upset

He subconsciously goes to your dorm now to check up on you to make sure you’ve had a glass of water, dinner or anything really (He just wanted a reason to go to your dorm)

You played with his hair once, and he’s never going back

When cuddling he’d lay his head in the crook of your neck, hoping to feel you playing with his hair

You push him to start taking therapy sessions to understand what emotions he’s feeling and how to express them

Takes you in your free time to an empty field just to hear you talk, and learn more about you

And he’d always wake up early and made sure to get a few snacks for you before you woke up and brought them to your dorm room (Last time he tried to cook he almost burned the kitchen down)

Overall Todoroki just loves giving you small head pats now, you don’t know where it came from but you didn’t complain

Poor bby stuttered so hard the first time he said ‘I love you’ you giggled

Ended up making him feel embarrassed and like he did something wrong, but you quickly kissed him/praised him

He can’t stop saying it now, one time you picked up his pencil, before you could hand it to him just a sudden “I love you Y/N” the entire class looked at you both in shock

“STOP SUCKING FACES OVER THERE!”

“SHUT UP BAKUGO”

“HAAAH?”

Todoroki is the happiest he’s been.

If it’s a permanent breakup:

“Over? What do you mean we’re over?”

You felt so horrible by the the pure confusion on his face

But the rude things he said to you, over powering your want to get back with him

Lately Todoroki has been more protective, and rude. Insulting everything you do, belittling you slightly. It just added up and you were tired of it

Todoroki tilted his head to the side, deep in thought.

“Y/N your being on the dumber side again, are you hanging out with them too much?” You were taken aback by how nonchalantly he insulted you and your friends. “Excuse me? Todoroki did I hear you right?” You stepped foward leaning your head toward him. “Of course you can, or did Bakugo’s yelling make you not hear so well?” The fact he said it with no emotion, or nothing to it was making you clench your fist. “The hell has gotten into you Todoroki?” You shove his shoulder a bit. He frowned at you heavily making you flinch. “Well if you didn’t go and ignore me most of this week maybe I wouldn’t be like this. I usually hold my tongue but you’ve been rude this entire week.”

You stood there speechless. “Well Ex-fucking-cuse me Shoto. Maybe if you didn’t insult me all the damn time I wouldn’t ignore you, or wait for an decent apology.”

You drag out the last words as you glared at him, Todoroki giving one back. “I’m only telling the truth so you don’t look dumb. I’m helping you out Y/N, I thought you’d understand.” You scoff in utter shock, you couldn’t help the sudden urge to slap some sense into him. Now he stood speechless, the force in that slap causing his hair to look messy, and a red mark on his cheek. Tears were in your eyes as you clenched your fist, biting your lip from cussing him out on the spot. “Your lucky I don’t beat your sorry ass, just...just the the fuck out Todoroki!” You pushed him toward the door. He looked at you with no emotion in his face as he saw you start to bawl your eyes out. “Just...just get the hell out Todoroki, it’s over, we’re over.” He felt a pang in his heart, but choose to ignore it and just left.

It only actually came to him during the night as he was about to walk to your dorm after a nightmare, when he realized the entire conversation

He tried knocking on your door but you didn’t answer, even though he could hear your music

He went back to his dorm, sat on his bed and just had a full mental breakdown

Realizing his main emotional support that helped him through mostly everything was gone

He felt he said stuff his father said to you already which made it even worse

He tried texting and calling you but you had him blocked on everything

He repeated the entire conversation in his head, just now coming to how disgusting he really did sound

Todoroki for that whole week was an emotional wreck

During hero training if he was thinking about you or what he did he doesn’t notice poor Satou trying to get out of his wall of Ice.

Is always with Midoryia at some given time,

He kind of clinged onto people in his circle that gave him attention of some sort

When he some time passed he eventually got over it

After Highschool you both kept in touch, but it pained him when he saw you engaged and happy with another person

But he was happy if you were happy.

Heyyy so this is probably the longest thing I’ve written since like my last Wattpad fanfics I used to do(yikes). But hope you enjoy, and don’t be afraid to request! I’m taking them now so go wild.

Sorry that they were all confusing it’s my first hcs+scenario thingy, but I have a few other things in the works so... 💃🕺

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