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redrose10 · 13 hours ago

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This was a request for fake dating with Jungkook and prompt #40 I think I have always been in love with you for @yoongznme. I hope you like it!

< Lemonade >

Warnings: Hints of body insecurities

#40 “I think, I have always been in love with you.”

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“I’m sorry what?”, you asked them to repeat themselves for the third time still not believing what you were hearing. When your boss asked to have a word with you about a promotion you thought it would include a few extra responsibilities and hopefully a much needed raise because being a makeup artist for an award winning kpop group did not really pay as well as you’d think.

You never expected to be told that you would be pretending to be Jungkook’s girlfriend though. It was some crazy plan that the company’s PR team came up with after he had recently gotten some bad press over something dumb and out of his control but at the end of the day it was still bad press effecting numbers which effected profit.

They thought that it would be a good idea to make it look like he was a loving, sweet, devoted boyfriend who could do no wrong. Somehow or another your name got thrown in the mix because you yourself were nice, polite, and you had this kind of the good girl next door thing that they were looking for.

You were nervous to say the least. Jungkook was attractive, no one would deny that. He was also always very kind and thoughtful when you interacted and you definitely had a small crush on him but you were a professional and knew not to let your emotions get in the way of your work plus there’s no way a global superstar would ever actually want to date a struggling makeup artist.

However you agreed, though you had the suspicion you really didn’t have a choice anyways if you wanted to stay employed, and they told you to be back at the building tomorrow night at 8pm.

So you did just that. You were in the dress one of the stylist left for you and you’d done your makeup and hair. Jungkook was styled perfectly as usual and he smelled so warm and comforting as he gave you a hug, “You look really nice Y/N.”

“Thank you.”, you whispered hoping he couldn’t see you blush.

The plan was to drive over to a very well known hotspot for dinner. Idols frequented the place constantly so there was also a stream of paparazzi and fans trying to catch a glimpse.

When you arrived the amount of people shocked you. As soon as Jungkook appeared there were earth shattering screams and so many flashes of light you couldn’t see a foot in front of you.

“Y/N, just stay close behind me.”, he said taking your hand and helping you out of the car while making sure to block the view of the cameras so you could get out comfortably in your dress.

Once you were in view the screams got even louder although maybe angrier. The camera flashes definitely increased though giving you a headache. The bodyguards began to push through the crowd with Jungkook close behind, his hand tightly gripping yours as you tried to keep up.

Inside, the restaurant was significantly calmer which you appreciated. Jungkook sipped on his beer while you stuck to a lemonade.

“I’m sorry the company is making you go through this.”, he said finally after a bout of silence.

“It’s okay. They’re paying me quite a bit so it’s worth it.”, you chuckled not noticing the slight grimace on his face.

The rest of the dinner went smoothly. Jungkook was a great guest and you relaxed enjoyed hearing about his travels and all the funny stories he had, especially the one about Yoongi tripping and falling face first into a cake that Namjoon had decided to leave sitting on the living room floor for some strange reason. He showed you a picture of Yoongi’s face covered in frosting and you couldn’t wait to tease him about it when you saw him next.

After dinner the crowd outside had died down a little bit was still enough that you had to put on an act. Jungkook pulled you close against him as he took you outside and right into the waiting vehicle where he continued to hold you against him even as the car sped off. It sent a wave of emotions through you so you made sure to create a little bit of space between you both just to remind yourself that none of this was real.

It looked like the plan was working perfectly because the next morning there were several headlines questioning who was the cute woman Jungkook was photographed with last night. The fans were also loosing their minds over it, posting over and over about speculations and rumors. You did your best to try and avoid most of them because while a good chunk were generally in favor of the relationship there were still many, mostly fans, that were not happy about Jungkook possibly being in a relationship. This resulted in you seeing some hurtful words about yourself m before deciding to log out of all of your social medias.

The next several weeks were filled with much of the same. Various stages photo ops took place so that fans and photographers could catch moments between you both. When the rumors finally started to become out of hand the company released an official statement confirming the relationship between Jungkook and you, a sweet, down to earth makeup artist that he had fallen madly in love with. The media and fans lost their minds.

You went into this whole thing thinking it would be easy. You were getting a big payday to basically hangout with Jungkook and let your photo get taken. You didn’t expect for your crush to grow into being full on in love with him but it was hard not to fall. He was so incredibly thoughtful and sweet. He was always ordering you lunch or bringing you a coffee even when the cameras weren’t around. When your cat needed an unexpected emergency surgery he paid for it in full after overhearing you cry to one of your friends about how you couldn’t afford it. He was always telling you how pretty you looked or complimenting your clothes with a slight hint of a blush on his cheeks. When you were visiting a friend and missed the last bus and you called him as a last resort hoping he could ask the company to send a car he drove over an hour at 2am to personally pick you up himself while staying on the phone with you the whole time so that you wouldn’t be scared.

After a few months of this it was getting harder and harder to remind yourself this wasn’t real.

Up until this point things were going great. Your relationship was doing exactly what the PR team had hoped. People pretty much completely forgot about his previous scandal and were focused on how he was a sweet and generous boyfriend. His image had never been better.

Then there was an incident. Jungkook was very protective always keeping you close to him. Even when the bodyguards reminded him that they were there for your protection as well he still insisted on personally seeing to your safety.

So one morning you were set to board a flight to New York. Of course the entrance to the air port was packed full of paparazzi and fans all screaming and trying to get photos and videos of you two. The airport had put up barriers but with the amount of people all pushing and shoving some of the barriers got knocked down allowing the crowd to surge in.

Security did their best to surround you guys and get you through the crowd but they were greatly outnumbered.

Thanks to the loud noises and flashing lights and amount of people surrounding you it all became too much and you began to panic. You held onto Jungkook, squeezing his hand that was interlocked with yours to try and ground yourself and remind yourself that you were okay.

“It’s okay Y/N. I’ve got you. We’ll get through this.”, he said trying to comfort you.

The crowd surged forward again. Thanks to your blurry vision and panic you aren’t sure exactly what happened but somehow you tripped ending up on the floor. You were trying to get up fast before you got trampled on but you kept getting pushed and shoved down until you felt someone grab your waist and pull you up. Instantly you recognized the familiar cologne and tucked your face into Jungkook’s shoulder as he quickly pulled you through the rest of the airport.

On the plane where it was quiet and safe you started full on crying. You felt so silly but you couldn’t hold it in any more.The fear and anxiety became too much.

Jungkook came over handing you a bottle of water and some ice for your bruised knee. He rubbed soothing circles on your back as the plane took off, “It’s okay Y/N. It’s okay. You’re safe now. I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry I didn’t protect you.”

“It’s not your fault. You did everything you could.”, you whispered starting to feel a little better.

After a while you managed to fall asleep and take a small nap. When you woke up Jungkook was still sitting next to you. He was staring intently at your face.

“Stop looking at me. I’m always so ugly when I wake up.”, you chuckled feeling much better than earlier.

“Impossible. You are never ugly Y/N.”, he whispered.

He was fidgeting with his shoe lace. Something you had picked up on being a nervous habit of his.

“Hey Kook, is there something on your mind?”, you asked.

He waited a moment before nodding, “When we get back from New York I’m going to tell the company that we need to end this fake dating thing. I can’t do it any more.”

You felt like you wanted to cry again but you swallowed it down because maybe he thought you were too weak or why would he want to be with the girl who tripped an embarrassed herself and himself, “O-Okay. It’s up to you.”

“I just…I’m so selfish”, he chuckled, “I’m not going to keep putting you in danger though. I don’t know what I would do if something happened to you Y/N, especially if it was my fault. What happened back at the airport…that was a wake up call. I’m sorry I ever suggested this.”

Your brows furrowed in confusion., “What do you mean you suggested this?” You were under the impression this was all the companys PR team but now it seems like he had a part of it.

His cheeks turned a bright red before he ran a hand through his already messy hair, “Well I guess I might as well come clean now.”, he turned his body to look at you fully, “Y/N when the company suggested this fake dating thing I was against it at first. But then…then I thought maybe I could use it as an excuse to spend more time with you. I’ve always thought you were really cute and sweet and kind and I had a bit of a crush on you. So I convinced them to get you to be the woman I fake dated. I was too shy to ask you to hang out so I thought it was a way to spend time with you and get to know you better.”, he made eye contact with you for a brief moment and you could see the fear in them. He continued, “I think I have always been in love with you. I love you more and more every day.”, your heart was practically beating out of your chest at his confession. You tried to stop him but he continued, “And that’s why we have to end this. I don’t want you getting hurt because of me. You don’t deserve this.”

He looked as if he was about to cry and it made you want to just cuddle him and make everything go away. Instead you chose to grab his hand and hold it on your lap, “Jungkook I love you too. I have for quite a while. Honestly, I didn’t think you would ever see me like that so I thought this was all your company’s idea.”, his shoulders seemed to relax a little at your words so you went on, “I know that dating you comes with lots of hardships but I think the positives greatly outweigh those negatives and I don’t mind going through them. If…if you want to I would like to continue to date you, but maybe actually date and not fake date anymore.”, you chuckled.

That got a big smile out of him too which warmed your heart. “I would love to keep dating you Y/N.”, he nodded. You cuddled in closer to him spending the rest of the flight talking and laughing and enjoying each other’s presence.

When the plane landed he had already arranged for a car to pick you up straight from the tarmac so that you wouldn’t have to endure the stress of walking through the airport with him again.

When he finally made it out front and jumped into the car he smiled at seeing your face, “I missed you Y/N.”, he then leaned in and kissed you like it was nothing new. “You already got into the lemonade didn’t you.”, he chuckled after tasting it on your lips.

“Kook we were only separated for like ten minutes and of course I did. You know lemonade is my favorite.”, you giggled.

He leaned over and rested his head on your shoulder, “Doesn’t matter. It was ten minutes too long.”

You gave the top of his head a kiss as the car sped off to your new destination.

#bts #bts fanfic #bts x reader #jeon jungkook #jungkook #bts jungkook #jungkook x reader #jungkook fanfic #jungkook fluff

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porraaharkness · 1 day ago

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The Black Witch - Agathario’s daughter

Now that we have Agatha’s backstory we know she didn’t trade Nicky for the Darkhold. But she got it anyway, so what could have happened to her and what could be as much as powerfull, like a son, for Mephisto had acept the deal?

I already had this headcanon of how could be if Agathario had a daugther, I was reading more about the meaning of the names and I found out that Selene is a name of a powerful Marvel character, so I tried to fill some spaces with Agathario’s backstory. We still have a lot of gaps about the way they met and between Nicky’s death and Agatha getting the Darkhold.

This is me having fun with Marvel characthers and finding one who fits really well with the idea of an Agathario’s daughter.

AGATHA AND THE DARKHOLD

Agatha and Rio would see each other again every time Agatha had killed another coven. Agatha would always be waiting for her arrival, for her to collect the souls, almost like she wanted Rio to feel ashamed for this, to make her suffer and remember she did that with their son. Every meeting her hatred towards Rio, as her pain and suffering, would be more intense. So was the sex. It always started like a war, but the longing would be to much for them to handle, so they would get to the truce point, as they would say, like “Switzerland”, and then they would part ways again. And this would repeat, again and again. Until no more.

Agatha knew what was happening in day one. The feeling of magic through her, a magic that wasn’t hers or from any others witches she had killed in the past years. That feeling didn’t happened with Nicholas. That was a magic force growing on her, and it wasn’t like other women would describre their pregnancy, the dizy, headache, nauseas, nothing of it. Still, she knew what was happening, and if she could feel the magic, Rio, the original Green Witch, could too. At least, that was what she believed.

Would it all be hapenning again? What she could do to save a kid who one of their mothers is a entity, Death herself? Would this be a way of paying for killing her own coven, her mother? Mothering kids who were destined to die at birth and be collected by their other mother.

That’s when she decided to go after the Darkhold.

Agatha actually made a deal with Mephisto, but not because of her son, but because of a daughter. But she wasn’t ready for Mephisto’s request. He would give her the Darkhold, so she could hide from Rio and change their daughter’s fate, but in exchange Agatha would forget her existence, her babygirl. A void in her memory. She would get everything she wanted, the Darkhold and protect and hide her, but in his terms.

The girl would be safe, so she accepted. With one request, her name wouldn’t be changed. The deal was made.

What Mephisto didn’t tell her is that he couldn’t feel Agatha’s baby power. He felt the energy emanating from her but couldn’t describe exactly what it was, like the baby herself put up a barrier against him. He also had a hint on why the original green witch, lady Death, hadn’t shown up yet. Death wasn’t the baby’s destiny, and he doubted it would be so soon, with all that power he imagined was there and was being kept hidden from him. But Agatha didn’t know that, so he used it to his advantage. She didn’t need him, but he was glad she didn’t realize it.

All this made him really interested in Selene, she would be there, growing by his side, he could see how powerfull she could become, and control her, the offspring of a powerfull witch and a entity, and now, an agent of Mephisto.

SELENE

From Marvel comics “Selene’s mother was young when she bore her, but would be dead before Selene spoke her first words. The tribal elders ordered her mother’s people to sacrifice themselves to Selene until none remained”

She would have grown up under Mephisto’s influence, and that would be the story she grew up believing, she had two witches mothers, which explained her powers, and they were murdered trying to protect her against their coven, and that’s it, not knowing anything else about her past.

As for her powers, that’s a lot of similarities with Agatha and Rio’s. It’s almost like she has a mix of both.

Again, from the comics:

“Selene maintains her immortality with her power to absorb the essence or lifeforce of others, a process that also allows her to absorb memories and take control of her victims. By drawing on the power she has absorbed, Selene can also grant herself other superhuman abilities like enhanced strength or speed.”

“Selene is also a powerful telepath with considerable telekinetic abilities. Thanks to her extended lifespan, Selene has become one of the most skilled magic users in the world and was even considered a potential candidate to replace Doctor Strange as Sorcerer Supreme. She is capable of displaying various psionic feats with the minds of others including reading and communicating with thoughts over vast distances.”

Guess who has telepathic powers too and can get inside someone’s mind, even a mind under a powerful Scarlet Witch’s spell.

“If she drains only part of a victm’s life force, she achieves a measure of pyschic control over her victm’s mind. Selene can cause a human being to become a psychic vampire like herself, but be subordinate to Selene’s own will.”

That would explain how she could control and hide herself from Mephisto even when she was still a baby. When Mephisto tried to use his own power to sense hers, unintentionally, she absorbed and used his power against him, hiding and protecting herself. And hiding from her other mother, Lady Death. As a life created by Agatha and Rio, their life force would already been part of Selene’s too.

SORCERER POWERS

“Selene can summon demons and other entitties. Can manipulate magical artifcats and teleport over vast-distances.”

This gives off an Underworld vibe, fitting well for an Lady Death’s daughter and Agatha possessing the Darkhold too.

“Selene can shoot powerfull energy blasts"

“Can disguise herself and others”

“Can restrain others in mystical bonds” As Agatha did with Jen.

“Selene can turn herself into a shadow figure enabling her to blend in and also control darkness around her.”

“In her efforts to obtain power, Selene was responsible for the establishment of the hidden Amazonian city Nova Roma”

And how well this fits with someone who is the daughter of a power-addicted witch and the original Green Witch.

AESTHETIC

In the comics, looking at her style, there is a lot of similarities with Agathario’s.

“No one knows where Selene came from, who she is, what she is” So again, it fits well with the idea of Rio not knowing about her and Agatha not remebering her but spreading a “false” story about exchanging a child for the Darkhold, like she tried to deceive herself, to have some memory of her daughter, in a way she could get her back one day, even if she doesn’t even remember it.

Selene likes some purple too.

There’s a movie called “Underworld” where the protagonist’s style and story was inspired by Selene from the comics.

In the movie she grows up with a father figure and a blurred past in which he saved her when her family was murdered. Later she finds out he was actually the one who killed them.

SELENE AS AGATHARIO’S DAUGHTER

With Nicholas, we know he was created at a time when Agathario were in love and in good terms with each other. This only changed after his birth. So that’s Nicholas personality and soul, easy going, pure, full of love.

With Selene it was different, she would be made on a time were there was a lot of love between Agatha and Rio, but a rejected and denied love, with pain, sadness, and loneliness, as they attracted and repelled each other at the same time. A time when Agatha was absorbing the power of other witches through their deaths. These would be strong themes with her, the loneliness, sadness, feelings burning inside her that she cannot properly explain or understand, so she is always masking and channeling as rage and ambition, trying to fulfill something. And with so much power, she can be very destructive

She could got to much comfortable messing with the underwold, and got Rio’s attention. In Selene’s arrogance, she exposed to much of her powers, what Rio would notice and goes to Agatha, demanding answers about the possibility of them having another kid, a daugther. Daughter that Agatha doesn’t remember that exists.

I could see their meeting, Selene finding someone, after centuries, with the same amount, and even more power than her, and the confusion and feelings of familiarity through her magic.

She begins to doubt her past and the little bit of it that she knows, so goes lurking.

She goes to Mephisto, needing help and looking for answers.

To find out later he is the one to blame.

And suddenly all the hidden feelings of loneliness come back with full force, the family she thought had lost, is there, and don’t even knows her. She grew up thinking about the death of two women who had been alive all this time. But at least she still had this, some feeling for them, even though she didn’t know who they were. Only the idea of how her mothers would be like, the family and the feeling of belonging that was denied to her. And having to accept that her mothers didn’t even know, or remember, her existence.

Maybe I will write a fic about them but for know it’s just fun to imagine the possibilities of it and how they would interact, Rio meeting Selene, them fighting each other and Rio noticing the similarities, thinking that this would be impossibe, she would know. Then looking for Agatha, thinking she lied about them having a daughter all this time. And Agatha can’t even understand what she is talking about, denying it in a way Rio believes she doesn’t know either. The three of them meeting. Agatha still in disbelief, she would never forget her own daugther. And finally, the moment of realization.

Mephisto wouldn’t give up his control over her so easily, Doctor Strange could get involved, so it would no longer be about Rio and Agatha fighting against her but fighting for her.

#agatha all along #agatha harkness #rio vidal #agathario #agatha x rio #vidarkness #agathario fanfic #agathario fanfiction #There is so much potential for Agathario backstory #And the fact we didn’t got the answers about the Darkhold #If you never whatched Underworld give it a shot #you won’t regret it #lady death #agatha dysfunctional family all along #selene as agathario daughter #Black Witch

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thedo0zyslider · 2 days ago

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Spoiler Alert: That's Not Poison - 4k Words

Scott, for all his complaints, was used to Pearl's damaging little tricks. But she's gone way too far this time. With nausea, horrible cramps, and headaches, Scott can't believe she actually poisoned them!

(Or: Pearl is on her period. Scott think she poisoned them. Cleo calls her chosen soulmate an idiot. Snuggles ensue.)

My second fic for @mcyt-trick-or-treat! This time for kuruasu!!

Tw for periods, in case that bothers anyone ^^

Scott, for all his (very valid, in his opinion) whining and complaining about them, is well used to Pearl’s self destructive tendencies. The powdered snow and his soulmate acting recklessly were daily occurrences, had been for weeks. And, as much as he liked arguing with Pearl over her behavior (read: he very rarely enjoyed doing so,) Scott was also a strategist . Scott didn’t necessarily want to win, not again, but he wanted to stay alive as long as possible. He knew how to manage the more unfortunate parts of their soulbond like he knew the back of his hand. Don’t do anything about the freezing effect, because Pearl will just dunk more on herself until she’s satisfied and warming up will only delay that. Keep extra food in his back pocket in case she decides to piss off a red. Actually heal himself from the freezing damage here and there to piss her off. That sorta of stuff. That was normal, that was practically everyday life for him.

But this? This was not.

Scott’s been stuck in his bed all day, plagued with nausea and insufferable stomach cramps. It’s so bad he feels like he can’t even walk. It feels like his insides are trying to kill him on purpose. Honestly, he can’t believe Pearl did this to herself, all to get back at him! This was literally torture! She’d gone farther off the deep end than Scott had originally thought, if she was going to these lengths just to put him in pain. The woman really was mad, and Scott now felt all his name calling was extra justified than it had been before, because what the hell, Pearl.

He can’t believe Pearl actually poisoned herself to get back at him. He knows he pissed her off pretty bad a few days ago, but this was an overreaction! Poison! She’d poisoned them! He doesn’t even know how she got the ingredients to make poison, but Scott had pissed her off so much, she's apparently found a way! They were gonna die if this kept up any longer, seriously, and Scott was not going to be happy about being yellow so early. Especially not over his stupid soulmate and her stupid poison.

The thought of dying seems to summon yet another wave of never ending pain, like some sort of ominous warning, and Scott buries his head into a pillow for what has to be the thousandth time. He’s been curled into a ball for hours. It’s the only position that was comfortable. Being stuck in it for hours sucked, and made his limbs sore, but being uncomfortable and in horrendous pain sounded much worse than a few aches and pains.

Eventually, there’s another lull in the pain, and Scott manages to get himself out of bed. He shambles across his house, grabbing bread and devouring it. The poison seems to be affecting his appetite too, since he’d made sure to eat in between the cramps and he’s still hungry. That, or Pearl’s hungry and she isn’t doing anything about it. She’s probably reveling in the hunger pains, actually, so proud that her stupid poison plan actually worked.

After that, Scott manages to get out of his house, gritting his teeth and ignoring the cramps. He thinks staying in that room any longer will accelerate his death. He’s tired of being in pain, and doing nothing about it. Though, walking over the admittedly wobbly bridge between he and Cleo’s houses makes him kinda rethink that choice. Sure, Scott wants to get out of the house, and ask Cleo if she can do anything about the poison; but the bridge’s slight swaying is making the nausea come back again, and he’s pretty sure Pearl just rammed her foot into something as revenge.

If Pearl didn’t want them to be nauseous, she shouldn’t have drank the poison. And if Scott wants to maybe cure said poison, he has to talk to Cleo about a cure. Because he’s checked his house, and he doesn’t have anything to brew a remedy with, and no brewing stand to even prepare water with. That honor goes to their treacherous soulmates and their early nether trip. (Even if he’s sure Martyn’s better at brewing than Pearl, and she just went in there to piss him off, but whatever. Not the point right now.)

He opens Cleo’s door without knocking, a bad habit he’s not interested in breaking. If Cleo truly cared about it, they would’ve axed him by now. And, as Scott stumbles through the house, finding his ally in the next room over, they could totally get a few good hits in with said axe. Maybe not kill him, but get a few good blows in and then hold a grudge forever afterwards. Scott would do just the same for them, and it’s why they worked so well together. And why he was barging into their house to complain. It was peak bestie behavior.

“Cleo, I think Pearl poisoned herself.” Scott says, feeling more exhausted than he should. He even has to lean on the room's doorway for support, feeling like his legs will give out if he doesn’t. Which is either from his body’s general feeling of fatigue, or the result of laying in bed for so long. Though he’s pretty sure it’s mostly the fatigue turning his legs into jelly.

Cleo hums, sounding surprised. She seems to pay no mind to his plight or pain, at least not for a few more minutes, busy rummaging through chests for iron and starting on some new armor for themselves. Armor that Scott would bet diamonds that Martyn “accidentally” broke in some stupid way. “Really? That’s a new low for her.”

“Tell me about it.” Scott hisses, now less leaning against the wall and more so slumping against it; letting the structure take most of his weight. He really regrets getting out of bed now, more so than any of his other prior attempts to do so. Maybe Cleo will let him die in theirs, if it gets bad again. Which it will. “I feel like I’m dying .”

“You probably are, if it’s poison.” Cleo snaps their chest shut, and turns half her attention to the crafting table. The other half, or a little less than, is given to her whining friend. Scott is honestly in too much pain to care. “I’d offer you a healing potion if I could, but I don't have any, or the ingredients.” Cleo adds with a shrug. And well, at least she sounds sympathetic about it.

“I thought I'd be dead by now.” Scott muses, ignoring another agonizing sensation in his side. He adds the last part a little uncertainty, unsure of how long it's been. Being in incredible pain for so long kinda makes you lose track of the time, especially when you can’t move. “It’s been happening since uh, two or three days ago?.”

“Are you losing hearts?” Cleo hums, already having two pieces of armor forged. They seem to have miscounted how much iron they have, cursing under her breath as they fail to craft a chestplate. Scott barely pays that any mind though, as his body is trying to kill him again. He pushes the aches down, and starts talking through gritted teeth. (God, he hopes Pearl is happy with herself right now…..)

“No, not really.” He responds, shrugging. It had been a little weird at first, that Scott wasn’t losing hearts; other than the odd half a heart here and there, something that was regenerated just as fast as it was lost. But the pain had been so horrible and persistent, he just assumed either he or Pearl would’ve died eventually. Either from the stupid poison or starvation. Clearly, he had been wrong; or, at the very least, a little off in his estimates, seeing as how they’re still green and the lost hearts never dipped past two at a time.

Cleo turns to him, looking thoughtful. And like she’s a few seconds away from a lightbulb appearing above her head. He doesn’t know if that look should make him feel scared or hopeful about the poison predicament. Scott feels like fear is probably the safest bet right now. Maybe. “Are there any other symptoms other than general pain?”

“Nausea, stomach cramps, headaches, and sometimes it hurts too much to walk.” Scott lists off, grimacing as one of said cramps stabs at his sides again. He’s had a headache this whole time, too, but he’s managed to put it in the back of his mind. At least until the pain sharpens once again, just like every side effect of this stupid poison seems to do. “And I feel like I’m losing blood when I’m not.”

Cleo just stares at him, not saying anything. But the zombie is giving him a look , one that says he’s a fucking idiot. A look very rarely used, but one usually reserved for the likes of Martyn and maybe Bdubs. Which makes Scott a little nervous. But only a little bit. He probably just forgot about some odd poison remedy, or something. Probably.

“What?” Scott asks, raising an eyebrow at her. He’s as curious as he is nervous, wondering what Cleo knows that he doesn’t. Plus, if there’s a way to stop being poisoned, he wants to know that ASAP. Being in pain twenty-four seven was not fun, and something he wasn’t really interested in anymore. Not that Scott was ever interested in it to begin with.

“Scott.” Cleo says, voice flat. She looks like she wants to slap him for being so stupid. Scott doesn’t doubt that they will, if needed, or that they're not considering it. She’s given Martyn random injuries and axe crits for much less. “You literally just described a period.”

He blinks at her, dumbfounded by the news, and then promptly stammers over his words. Like the right idiot he is. “I — what?"

“Pearl didn’t poison herself, she's on her period , you idiot!” Cleo repeats, with a little more force and a little more insult this time. Scott stares at her, wide eyed and still dumbfounded as he lets the news sink in. Yeah, he totally (and rather rightfully) feels like an idiot right about now. “Why was poison your first thought?”

“Because she’s crazy!?” Scott offers, now a little unsure of his own reasoning. All his symptoms due like up with a period, now that he thinks it over again. Admittedly, he absolutely should’ve connected the dots, with literally everything he’d be going through lining up with what Scott knew about periods. (Also like, girl experiencing cramps is usually because of a period.) But Pearl’s insanity just seemed more likely at the time, especially since he had upset her a day before it happened. Though he doubted she cared about that right now.

“Pearl’s not that suicidal, not yet .” Cleo said, probably stopping themselves from rolling their eyes at his stupidity. Another thing Scott cannot blame them for, he doesn’t think he’s ever had this big of a blunder before. He was usually a lot smarter than this. “I hope Martyn doesn’t think I poisoned him.” She mutters after, running a hand over her face.

“I’ll give him a heads up.” Scott offers, making a mental note to message Martyn about that later, and to spare Cleo from having to converse with him. That would be a pretty awkward conversation, but it was better than Martyn assuming poison. Or something else equally as stupid. (Though, unlike Pearl, Cleo is not insane and would prefer to not inconvenience herself to screw over her soulmate, so maybe Martyn wouldn't think poison.)

“Hopefully he’s smarter about women than you are.” Cleo responds, the armor she was crafting long forgotten. The zombie moves away from her crafting table, and goes to look through her chests again. For what, Scott has no idea.

Whatever Scott was going to respond with is cut off as he gets another cramp, and he winces in pain. “How do girls do this every month?” He hisses, wondering how many days of this were left and when he would be free of this torment. Scott doesn’t know how much longer he can last. And he also has no idea how Pearl lives like this, holy fuck. As he’s busy being in horrible pain, Cleo finds what they’re looking for, snapping a chest shut once again and turning back towards him.

“Because we’re stronger than you men are.” The zombie’s response is cheerfully casual, and they shove a small bag of coca in his hand. Who it’s going to and what it’s for are pretty clear at this point, and remain unsaid. Scott’s not that clueless about women. “Now be a gentleman and ask the poor girl if she needs anything! And give her this!”

“I was planning on that!” Scott says, fumbling as the coca is practically shoved into his hands. He almost drops it, and Cleo giggles at him. He gives her a sharp look after that, one with no real malice behind it, and exists from their base without another word. Cleo calls out a goodbye after him, presumably turning back to her crafting table once he’s out of her hair. Scott is too busy speed walking away to hear them, or to say goodbye back.

Somehow, about ten minutes later and against everything the universe is throwing at him, Scott manages to get to Pearl’s tower. And, thankfully, without running into anyone else. He does not want to be seen in a state like this; hobbling around the server like some injured animal. That would also not be good for his reputation.

He knocks on the door, and prepares himself to wait a few minutes. Pearl answers a lot quicker than expected, throwing open the door barely two minutes later. She blinks at him, surprised, and Scott blinks back. He had planned something to say, something annoyed yet comforting maybe. But now that he’s here, Scott finds that the words won’t come to him. Pearl, on the other hand, finds no problem in making her displeasure known.

“What do you want, Scott?” She says, glaring at him through slitted eyes. For once, Scott can’t say he blames her. Not after the poison thing he just pulled with Cleo. Which he still feels dumb and embarrassed about, by the way. Scott doesn’t think the mortification of that will ever leave his body. And that’s not him being dramatic. (It totally is.)

“I can feel your period cramps.” He responds, voice flat. Scott returns the rather unpleasant look his soulmate is giving him, doing so despite the weird piece offering sitting in his hands. They might both be suffering, but that doesn’t mean Pearl can give him nasty looks and get away with it! All he did was knock on her door, for god’s sake! Not everything he does towards her has malicious intent, and their relationship would be a lot better if she realized that!

“Wow, I didn’t think you could.” Pearl deadpans, glaring at him. Her sarcasm is unwarranted and very unappreciated, but Scott gives her a pass. He’s not exactly in a chipper mood himself, either, for very obvious reasons. She could still try and be a little nicer though, since he’d very obviously shown up with a gift in his hands.

“Cleo sent cocoa, to make chocolate with.” He says, deciding it was better to ignore any rude behavior that came from Pearl. Scott hands her the cocoa, probably stolen from the small jungle somewhere on the map, and is glad to finally get rid of it. Maybe he won’t have to stay long after this, and they can go about their merry ways and not see each other for a few days. At least until the period is over or something big happens. But hopefully the former occurs first.

“I’ll have to thank her later.” Pearl’s voice betrays a hint of excitement as she takes the gift, eyes widening ever so slightly. She quickly pockets it away for later, hastily shoving the item into her inventory, before turning back to Scott. He looks sheepish before the words even leave his mouth, and Pearl raises a curious eyebrow at him, a second before she finds out why.

“I thought you poisoned yourself at first.” Scott admits, staring up at the tower’s outer wall, not wanting to meet Pearl’s eyes as he says it. He feels even stupider when he says it out loud, if such a thing was possible. And, for all he hates Pearl, he probably deserves a little bit of powdered snow for assuming and thinking the worst of her for several days straight.

“No poison potion gives you these symptoms, you buffoon.” She huffs, rolling her eyes. If Scott might even hear a hint of amusement in her voice, buried beneath all the scorn. Scott chooses not to think about that, and to shove all related thoughts away. He focuses on the scorn in her voice instead, the one thing that never seems to leave Pearl’s tone these days. It’s the only emotion there that makes sense to him.

“Well I know that now.” Scott mutters, crossing his arms over his chest. He finally moves his eyes back to Pearl, the wall no longer being as interesting as it used to be. Her gaze searches his, looking for something. Her face isn’t twisted in a scowl anymore, her expression having shifted into something much.… softer . Scott doesn’t know what she’s looking for, and doesn’t want to find out. Whatever it is, it probably isn’t anything good. He almost looks away so she can’t search anymore. He doesn’t go through with it.

They fall into a brief silence after that, the two of them just simply….looking at each other awkwardly. Neither of them know what to say anymore, not that there is much to say. Scott had done what he came to do, tell Pearl about his situation and give her the cocoa beans. But now that that was done, and he was actually face to face with her…..

“Do you want me to stay, or..?” He asks, tentative. Scott asks mostly because he doesn't want to hobble back home, unsure if she can take much more movement; lest his legs give out on him. The feeling of not being able to walk is slowly creeping back in, the pain seeming to spike more with every minute. Also, he’d feel a little bad about leaving Pearl to suffer alone with this specific thing, especially since he knows how bad it hurts.

Pearl nods, the soft expression not quite leaving her face. Scott can’t tell if it fades or gets stronger. Yet another thing about Pearl that he doesn’t want an answer too either. “Get in here. You're riding this out with me.” Pearl says, and then walks away from the door, expecting Scott to follow. Like they were allies or something. And like Scott was usually allowed inside her house. (He’s been in there before, just when Pearl wasn’t home. He’d just gotten curious, is all. And what she doesn’t know won’t hurt her.)

“Fine.” He calls after her, and then shuffles into the tower. He shuts the door tightly behind him, and hopes no one saw that. It would ruin his whole reputation of hating his soulmate, something which Scott would like to keep. Because he does still hate her, they’re just at….somewhat of a truce until the torture ends. Then they can go back to being mad at each other, and inflicting pain by their usual means. But for now? It’s time to lay down again.

They end up at the top floor of her tower together, suffering in the same bed. Them, and a fair amount of dogs Pearl had somehow brought up here. There’s still a good amount of the bottom level, ready to run out the door and attack anything Pearl tells them too. The thought is mildly terrifying, and Scott feels sorry for whoever will (eventually) be on the receiving ends of those dogs. (Not having to worry about them appears to be the one benefit of this soulbond.)

While he had been climbing the ladder up, Pearl had made the cocoa into a fair amount of chocolate. She shits next to him now, cross legged as she breaks parts off and eats it. Scott doesn’t mind that he’s not being offered some. Cleo had sent over a lot of cocoa for a few days worth of chocolate; he wasn't too worried about Pearl eating all that any time soon. Also, Scott is too busy curling into a ball with the blankets to worry about eating anything right now.

“Does it ever calm down?” Scott hisses, trying and failing to curl deeper into the bedsheets. He fails because he’s not sure he can sink any deeper into them. Beside him, Pearl grimaces, but takes the torture a lot better than he is. They’re not even on good terms right now, but if anyone ever calls her weak Scott’s going to deck them. He can’t imagine doing this for seven days every month, because Jesus Christ it’s horrible. It hurts worse than literally being exploded or having lava poured on you. And lava burns like a bitch.

“Eventually, in a few days.” Pearl’s response is like, way too nonchalant for this, and she hands him a piece of chocolate. Tilly, identifiable by her colored collar, lays her head in Pearl’s lap. Tilly gets a good amount of scratches and head pats for this, Pearl petting her absentmindedly. Scott tries and fails to not be jealous of a dog.

Scott groans, rather dramatically, and gratefully takes the chocolate he’s handed. He doesn’t know if Pearl’s cravings are transferring to him in the same way the cramps are, but she had made some damn good candy. Plus, he read something once about chocolate helping with menstrual pain. So hopefully both of them eating it should do something.

“The cramps are basically like, labor lite.” Pearl says, words slightly muffled as she shoves more candy into her mouth. She passes two more pieces to Scott, and pets Tilly’s head again. And a few more dogs start nosing both of them, half of them wanting attention and the other wanting a share of their treats. Scott pets one of the bigger wolves, and makes sure two of the tinier ones don’t poison themselves while he’s not looking.

“Great.” He sighs, and eats more chocolate. Pearl is at least trying to half it with him now, instead of shoving every bite into her mouth. Scott takes back what he said about Pearl not eating all the chocolate anytime soon. He has a feeling they’re both going to have devoured the whole supply by tomorrow. (Maybe if one of them asks nicely enough, Cleo or someone else will bring them more. Scott doesn’t know how he’ll survive without it.)

Pearl’s attempt at a joke is lame. On second thought, Scott doesn’t know if it was a bad joke or just an observation. Maybe it was a little bit of both. “You and Martyn have now definitive answers to ‘What hurts worse, giving birth or being kicked in the balls?’”

“Pretty sure we both thought birth was worse.” Scott hums, cringing as another wave of pain rolls over him. Yeah, this is worse than getting kicked in the balls. Anyone who says otherwise is stupid. He hopes Martyn will share his sentiments, and be just as dramatic when it goes to his first period as well.

“Well now you know for certain!” She responds, shuffling Tilly into her lap fully. As she does that, a dog lays on top of him; the big one from a few minutes ago. It’s a very heavy wolf, but Scott doesn’t have the energy or motivation to move it off. He reaches up, and lazily gives it head scratches. The wolf wags its tail happily, like an overgrown puppy.

“Do you think we could get painkillers, somehow?” Scott knows there’s painkillers available outside the games, along with a bunch of other stuff for periods. But, rather unfortunately, they are stuck in a death game with nothing but natural resources, and none of their friends are particularly skilled in medicine. (This makes Scott wonder how Pearl and Cleo get pads or tampons during these games. He figures it’s probably best not to know.)

“Believe me, I’ve tried.” Pearl says, another dog trying to nose its way into her lap. The pack is extremely affectionate with her, Scott has noticed. He wonders if all of them have names, or if Tilly’s the only one who gets that privilege. “Golden apples tend to help, but we can’t eat those this time."

“Goddammit.” Scott hisses, finishing the last of his chocolate. From the tone of Pearl’s voice, it sounds like she’s tried to find a lot of remedy’s before. And Scott, unaccustomed to dealing with a period, is not about to go and look for one. Most things he knows to look for probably don’t even exist here anyways…Well, if there’s not much to help them, Scott decides he’s not going to suffer alone. Being here with the dogs is much better than being alone in his house. His house also doesn’t have supplies for candy. Oh, and it doesn’t have Pearl. That too.

“I’m living here for the next few days, if Cleo asks.” He says, not caring as Pearl lays down next to him. Sharing this pain with someone else was turning out to be far more…pleasant than he expected. Dare he say enjoyable. Whatever the word, it was certainly better than suffering alone in his base; with nothing but his thoughts to keep him company. “I don’t think I can walk back anymore.”

“Whatever you say.” Pearl says, the normal scorn still in her voice, just like it always is. Despite that, Scott gets the feeling she wants him to stay. Just for now or for forever doesn’t matter right now, just the fact that he stays. She wants him to stay this time, to not run back home to Cleo or whoever else.

And, for the first time in this game, Scott is going to.

#ron.fic #pearlescentmoon #scott smajor #zombiecleo #galaxy duo #double life #life series

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oo ok i have a lot hold on.

raph: has absolutely massive lungs so she can hold her breath for a long ass time. she can slow her heart/body down in order ro like sneak around and not have pesky things like heart beats giving her away. can/has retractable spikes/claws on tail/fingers/toes. post kraang she develops gills and a scream similar to Primes (temp lock down of mistics/nimpo. not affective on other ‘hive’ members). very strong since of smell/taste, but very willing to eat anything. has scars teeth so if she breaks a tooth eating sm she’s not supposed to (caugh caugh her phone in that one ep) she can just pull it out and have a new one in a few days. also a living garbage can and can eat literally anything. poisons that attack through digestion are very weak to her. not completely immune but the amount needed for her makes it kind of pointless. downside is the same goes for meds :( needs like 3x the food her siblings do, so like 6x more then a human too. contradictory, she can go weeks wo food and water but she gets very sluggish after a week or so. once her scales are cut, it takes a long time clot over and is at the biggest risk of bleeding out should she get a major injury. She is also very easy to topple should you trip her tail. (should you head canon her w a tail lol) her scales are also so though it’s hard to feel things/pain. bc of that she tends to keep a invisible cover of nimpo to be able to feel things properly (personally think her nimpo is very sensitive to feel so she doesn’t kill someone on accident) but that means she is very easy to mistic attacks (mystics/nimpo leach onto more mystics/nimpo in my brain (also part of the reason the kraang could take over, but also the reason she could break free)). needs to soak often in order to make she she doesn’t over work her body, being so big makes it hard w to fight gravity sometimes.

Donnie: can breathe through their shell, better in clean water but still. bones are very fragile/rubbery(idk if that’s the right word lol), making them even more flexible then the avrage human. can also slow their heartbeat but not to the same extent Raph can. post kraang ship they gain the ability to communicate w other ‘hive’ members and technology (this gives them a headache after a bit but is very useful). strongest sense of sight/6th/feel out of all the siblings, can not taste a lot of things but texture can and will make them abandon most foods. also very very sensitive to anything tuching them, preferring silks and very soft cotton (or hugs from fam, scales and well cared for fur is fine most days). so sensitive to air currents and temperatures it’s kind of insane. eats the least out of their sibs, can go mouths wo food and weeks wo water. only eats once a day and that to much sometimes. like the others meds/poisons have litte\le affect. like raph, they have claws that can retract (but unlike her they are out by default). clots the fastest out of all the siblings, at almost no risk of bleeding out, but of internal blood clots do has to be careful about that. the least sensitive of mistics, but 2ed best user of nimpo. can dehighdrate very quickly. needs only 4 hours of sleep, has a physically bigger brain then the others too. overthinking is a common and big problem. scales are also very thin, hence the feel thing.

Leo: needs hearing aids, but has very strong eyes. scatterbrained was intended to be able to keep track of hundreds of people and thousands of pounds ok supplies but that did not turn out being useful in the good timeline (unless you count overthinking much like his twin). 2ed biggest brain but he don’t like using it lol. weak joints but very, very fast. has longest arms too, letting him run on four limbs should he feel so inclined (he hates doing it). gets sick the easiest but also takes meds the best. had the slowest healing factor as his body wants speed/strangth over health. only needs 3 hours of sleep at most, a few 10min cat naps over the day is often more then needed. post kraang his joints are even worse, and can not duck into shell unless he wants to risk a lot of pain and shifting his shell. (idk i don’t have a lot of thoughts on leo unlike most of the fandom)

Mikey: ironically the worst since of taste and feel out of the sibs, but very good hearing and eyes. also very flexible with rubbery (still the wrong word but idk what other word to use) bones/shell. thick scales letting him be almost completely fire proff and it takes nearly as much to cut/bruise him as it dose raph. has a mental affect that tells others to let down their guard and listen to the kid, for good or for bad. is the best at storing and using mistics/nimpo but it can/will eat them out from the inside out should he not use it properly (this following the pattern of his vains). gets very, very sleepy over the winter as his body shuts down. unlike raph and donnie this is not controlable and can be mildly dangrous if not fed/hydrayed enough. needs to eat the most often out of his siblings and is the one who needs to eat 3 times a day, unlike raph its not amount but time. can not prosses meat, at all. had the hardest time keeping to the rules of the univers due to his mistics/nimpo.

can you tell raph and donnie are the ones who i am fixated the most on rn? anyway, take thr pile of headcanons

Does anyone have headcanons for the Rise Turtles on like, 'Modified Biology' kind of headcanons.

Not just accelerated healing, and high resistance to poisoning/medicine. Though they are still applicable.

I've seen the whole Leo was engineered to need less sleep headcanon, which was not realized and just thought to be insomnia.

Maybe Raph, Donnie, and Leo have a kind of internal filter system that helps with swimming in contaminated water.

Okay, Mikey is a bit hard to figure what to add that would work, but maybe the Psychologist thing was kinda implanted to make it easier to get others to listen to him.

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Like I have an out there one for my AU Turtles, where when they ingest a poison, it secretes out into their saliva, so their bite is way more dangerous. Though it also acts as a roundabout way of injecting 'medicine' into the other turtles.

Though it does have the weirdness of them needing to essentially take medicine twice before their body realizes that it needs the medicine for itself. Aka they have to swallow their medicine filled saliva so that it will take effect. They're still basically immune to poison.

Yes, I made a pretty gross trait, but I wanted to find a way to nerf a character in a way that fits.

#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt #tmnt 2018 #rise tmnt #rise of the tmnt #tmnt rise #teenage mutant ninja turtles #so anyway i forgot about pronouns there for a moment but i’m not fixing it so #trans fem raph #nonbinary donnie #trans masc leo #nonbinary mikey #<- more headcanons for you #also like this is something i love thinking about. i have more but i’m not gonna type it all out rn i am on a time limit #good and bad for you #enjoy ig

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