#and so in my world red blood is also kinda a mortality thing

[thworldisavampire]

worldbuilding is so hard sometimes because if you're like me you might want to make your elves have a similar reaction to iron that humans have to capsaicin because of their fae lineage because it's fun right? but then you have to come to the conclusion that wait a minute, if iron is like, a tiny bit poisonous to them obviously it's not gonna be in their blood, and since there's no iron in their blood, it can't be red.

so then you end up spending like, two hours shuffling through worldbuilding sites and random wikis trying to find out what blood would look like If it didn't have iron in it and then you're like, well it could have a base of cobalt and be like golden, or it could be like icefish whos blood have no metal at all and just be white. but then it's like. god, red is just a good color for blood you know? and then everytime i write about my gosh dang elves i have to remember that their blood is fucking gold and idk man everything is hard sometimes

[strangelittlestories]

It was in the 6th year of the Wars of the Real that the anti-magicians and their Realis project (that all should act in accordance with certain physical laws) were truly challenged. This was due in no small part due to a singular invention from a family of forest witches.

Their discovery was as ingenious as it was stupid. And it radically changed what a disparate collective was able to accomplish in the face of both overwhelming force and abstract certainty.

It also caused a truly historic amount of epic shitfuckery.

From “I Fought the Spore and the Spore Won: a history of Realis and Resistance”

- - -

“So, you’re the new recruit, huh?” The woman who spoke wore strange armour that looked like it had been grown out of wood. The helmet alone glinted with metal spikes.

“I … uh, I guess? Sorry, I’m kinda new to this whole ‘magical kingdom’ deal you’ve got going on here…” The recruit in question was wearing dull red overalls and a ‘what-the-fuck’ expression.

“No worries, kid. We put out a multiversal call for aid - so anybody with a latent magical destiny or a strong subconscious hero fantasy got pulled in. Very much a ‘To Whom It May Concern’ type of spell.” 

She patted him on the shoulder. Up close he could see that the spikes on her helmet were actually the shards of a broken crown.

“So, uh, do I get any kind of training?”

“You already did, buddy. The spell should’ve planted a ‘potential seed’ inside you. When you’re exposed to trauma, then just in the nick of time it’ll suddenly sprout into the skills you need to survive. Very dramatic.” She paused for a second. “Or you’ll die. Also very dramatic.”

“So … either I’ll be awesome or I’ll die?”

“Well, you would die … unless you have one of these.” She threw him a small vial. He fumbled the catch, but grabbed it on the second try. Inside the vial swirled a glowing grey-green mist. “You catch a mortal wound, drink it. Or smash it on the injury. The fungus inside will patch you up.”

“Fungus?” The man was a pretty even split of horrified and fascinated. He simultaneously wanted to throw the vial away like poison, or guzzle it like forbidden candy.

“Yeah, you ever hear of ‘ophiocordyceps unilateralis’?”

“The weird zombie ant mushroom? Yeah, I saw it on a documentary!”

“Well, a family of witch-mycologists - real wyrd scientist types - they brewed up this variant in their forest. They turned it from a parasite to a symbiote. If it knows who you are, it’ll heal your wounds, get your heart pumping, even move your limbs for you.”

“How do I get it to know who I am?”

“You feed it.” She grinned ghoulishly. “Chuck in some hair, some blood, whatever bits of you are going spare. Anything to sync it up to your DNA. Think of it as your very own cannibal sourdough starter.”

“And people actually use this?”

“Oh yeah. Folks swear by the stuff. They even had an argument over what nickname it should have. The winner was the truly cursed phrase ‘resurrection juice’.”

“...really?”

“Oh yeah. The juice brigade are pretty smug it caught on. Some smart alec tried to give it a mushroom name, but they got one-upped by the juice thing.”

“I’m not sure I’m a fan of sharing my body with a fungus.” He tried to find the right words to articulate the niggling philosophical nuances of the idea and failed. “It feels like, I dunno, a bad idea?”

“Oh, it’s a terrible idea. A real crock of stupid. Pure idiot-fuel. But sometimes, when the world’s against you, the truly bad idea is the only one you have.”

“But, I mean, once the fungus takes over … would I still even be me?” The urge to gobble up the taboo canape had begun to be edged out by the existential dread.

“Look at it this way: you’d be mushroom food anyways, right? Why not let it be mushrooms who think they’re you? I think it’s kinda comforting that when the time comes, I can just relax and let fungus take the wheel.”

The man paused for a second, pondering the nature of life, decay, and resurrection.

“Anyways, they’ll be summoning the portal to pipe us out on our first mission soon. So best get ready.” The princess (for that’s what she was) thought for a second, then asked: “By the way … what did you do before you got sucked up into this particular asscrack, anyhow?”

The man gulped.

“I was a plumber.” He said.

[cloudyswritings]

Moth Lore: Of Blinding Light, and Malignant Flame

Alright y’all, welcome to some more Hollow knight speculative biology/lore crafting!

Slumber:

Radi and Grimm actually started out as one unified god of the dreaming realm. This god-Slumber- was a being more on par with Unn at her prime(check out my thoughts on the best slug, they’re somewhere probably) and was the functional opposite to the void. This was true both in scope, and in behavior.

notably other gods we see in canon still make use of essence and dreams(ie white palace, and godhome to and extent). All essence and the dreams of both mortals and gods alike used to fall under Slumbers ponderous gaze

Thematically Slumber opposed the void in a couple of ways. First it was bright, among the brightest of the first generation of bright gods even. Second instead of devouring ideas, people, and gods that entered it, it instead preserved them as sort of echoes(this is how the radiance clung on) functionally these echoes appear as ghosts but they’re really more like imprints on the dreaming realm. In some places these imprints punch through to the waking world, becoming wounds and sorta spilling essence out(Slumbers blood, though I think it’s probably more like how crinoids use sea water as blood basically)

Slumber, if it ever bothered to take a form, would be some sort of grub or large caterpillar(lifeblood creature?????)

It really was essentially the foil and other half to the void and so despite the differences between the two they also operated similarly, with neither really taking physical form or engaging in direct battle with one another, if anything their “fight” looked a lot like one giant chess game played over time with gods and mortals servings as the pieces. The end goal was seemingly over who could get the most gods and mortals to fall into their realm/be absorbed by them. So basically politics and a popularity contest.

Going back to the “wounds” that sometimes happen, ie dreamnail and all it’s shit with ghosts, these only began occurring with the birth of the Radiance, and represent the weakening of the borders between the dreaming and physical worlds.

See what happened is that over time “lighter” dreams sorta moved towards the outer edges of the dreaming/Slumber, and the “denser/heavier” ones got pushed towards the center, and eventually congealed into the nightmare heart.

Interestingly this makes Grimm the older sibling(kinda the heart and Grimm are very much not the same thing)

Anyway all of lighter dreams eventually accumulated into the Radiance, when she was born Slumber officially stopped existing as one deity, before her birth it just had a semi independent heart.

You’ll note both of their births parallel stars with Radiance effectively having been born from a nebula and Grim mimicking an early born red dwarf star or a small black hole.

they both parallel/represent a binary star system.

After they come into existence Slumber ceases existing, but dreams and nightmares continue to share a realm for a while.

Radiance

She has far broader range of powers compared to the heart and Grimm, this is because of how she was formed. She’s made of a much larger variety of dream/essence compared to Grimm, and came into being from that larger distribution condensing.

Starts the fight with the Heart that eventually ripped the two realms apart because it actually had/has a stronger hold on those entering its realm and had begun to infringe on hers by sheer spiritual gravity/mass accumulation.

Basically it was getting too big and she also really cared for her dreamers back then, though this eventually warped into possessiveness in the lead up to the fight.

She doesn’t actually care about nightmares though, like she doesn’t find them distasteful until after the spilt.

The battle between her and the Heart took place entirely in the dreaming and was really less of a violent but brief struggle and more of a cruel, protracted, and deliberate war between the two where each one attempted to twist and distort the nightmares and dreams of mortals, the goal being to turn dreams into nightmares and vice versa in a way the other wouldn’t notice, essentially they were trying to poison or override eachother.

Radiance largely won this, just due to the width of her power when compared to the Hearts, that said the Heart become far far more insidious as a result of this.

the final excision of the Heart came when the Radiance had managed to subvert most of its agents, both in the mortal and dreaming world. She essentially gave the Heart the choice of being subsumed or fleeing and it, being much wiser, fled.

Radiance uses the techniques she learned during this war to create the infection.

PK reminds her of the heart, which is one of the reasons she really hates him.

Radiance thinks the war is over, the Heart very much disagrees, and likely wins in the long run. This scheming is actually why Grimm befriends/allows Ghost to summon them, it clues ghost in to other possible alternatives to taking THKs place, eventually leading to the void consuming Radiance.

Also Radi literally doesn’t have a heart, like her body is entirety missing one. This isn’t a huge deal for her, especially because she’s the goddess of dreams so like, runs on dream logic basically. In general most gods could survive something as fatal as literally cutting out their own heart, but not with as much ease as she did.

She isn’t aware if how it’s hurt her conceptually though.

The Heart may have been responsible for terror and all manner of horrors, but it was only out of those horrors that growth and compassion could spring. Over time it’s absence causes her to grow callous and her realm to grow stagnant

see the Heart may only mostly be a metaphorical heart, but it also was responsible for basically cycling and refreshing dreams, dreams that had gotten too old/stale were drawn into the Heart, becoming nightmares, and then after a time returned to being dreams, albeit completely unrecognizable.

Basically it did what hearts do, pump shit, and without it Radiance is literally a corpse and doesn’t even know it because she’s so disconnected.

Grimm

Grimm himself is one of the few bugs that was left over from the war between the Heart and Radiance, he was sort of a high priest and advisor to the heart. It was at his advice that the Heart fled, and to honor him and keep the Heart(which was grievously injured) alive they settled on the symbiosis we see in game.

The ritual is basically the divine version of both a dialysis machine, and iron lung, and a pace maker.

it allows the heart to survive outside of its body(which is now Radiance) and continue to perform and use abilities most whole deities are capable of.

Needless to say it’s an agonizing form of existence, but as the millennia pass it gets more and more bearable, it may even be possible for it to grow its own “body” for a lack of better terms if it were to gain enough followers.

Due to the nature of the Heart as well as Grimms natural curiosity, members of the troupe tend to be cycled through rather frequently. They get picked up, offered the chance to forget their troubles(whatever they may be) by wearing the mask of the troupe. By the time they’ve completely forgotten who they were they either try to leave the troupe and become a refreshed version of themselves(like Nymm) who aren’t burdened by their past, or they choose to stay and let themselves dissolve, becoming one of the troupes specters and fusing with the heart itself. Essentially they’re something between blood cells and stem cells that the heart is using to rebuild.

Meanwhile Grimm is just kinda chilling and also happy to be traveling the world and seeing new and beautiful sights.

this sorta parallels how the heart feels, it misses the beauty of dreams, but it also found beauty in twisting them into nightmares as well so who knows.

In hindsight this post was way more lore than I intended it to be, so I’ll be making a more biology focused one in a bit, it’s kinda just my headcanon/context needed for the next post.

[amaiguri]

I redesigned my Main Antagonist

Kivihk, the God of Blood and Beginnings, has slowly risen from "antagonist of one story arc" to "main antagonist" and thus, he needs a new design and personality to match.

What was I working with? He had this arrogant, abrasive, "I'm waaay better than you" sort of attitude before. Imagine like... stereotypical misogynist college bad boy who drinks and parties too much and stuff. And he wanted to take over the world because he was an entitled baby.

So. He was evil and boring.

And also, he wasn't wearing enough clothes and this made him LESS hot, imo. I mean, look at this mess...

So then, I fixed him.

Initially, I fixed his second-in-command, Vanya, and gave her an actual tragic arc and stuff. And she went from "boring, evil goon" to "realistic depiction of a trad wife being gaslit into thinking giving birth was her only value, only to be put down for doing the one thing they told her she should do." So, she's this EMOTIONAL MESS and she hates him but she loves him cuz she doesn't think she has options...

Except the Demonic/Eldritch horror version. So her body will eventually be consumed and taken over by him. And she has to just be happy about this... SEE? That's FUN! (And by "Fun", I mean, it's horrific.)

So, next, I thought "Maybe, I'll remove Kivihk from the story except as a force-of-nature villain, with Vanya as his face!" Especially since "God of Blood and Beginnings" sounds a lot like "birth" to me -- so making him more of a feminine villain just made sense. I even started doing some sketches for this potential change -- Below: Vanya as she is now and Vanya as she could be as the avatar of a dead God.

But then I thought about how much editing that would require and died inside...

So I went and fleshed out the last 2000 years of backstory. And lo and behold, my usual trick of "just imagine going through their backstory" gave me a lot more empathy for the kind of people these two would be... And for one: Kivihk would not ACT like an entitled little baby all the time. He would, in fact, be pretty gentle, patient, and nice. He's a God, after all. He's a God who is superior to all other mortals and he has forever to achieve his goals. As I described it to my Discord:

He doesn't hate humans... he just doesn't see them as people. Do you gloat at cows? No. You aren't insane. You DO still get mad at them if they break your fence or refuse to eat the food you give them, though...

So, with this in mind, I went and redrew him to give him that "JRPG Final Boss First Form" vibe. In his human disguise atm, he's got darker skin because the majority of humans in that area have dark skin. But most of my Demons have ashy-silver skin, so that's kinda what I'm going for with his "Godling" form.

To be clear, in his TRUE true form, he'd probably have like 5 more of those black "burned" arms, 6 more eyes, and like 3 flaming halos or something. I also think his God form would be more fishlike, since fish lay a lot of legs, and take a lot of influence from sea angels (since they're clear/white but have a red core and I think that's a great aesthetic for a God of Blood).

So yeah! That's a list of all the changes atm. I'm not even sure if this is the final destination of my changes so if you have questions or suggestions, I am open to them. Thanks for going on this journey with me! Now I just have to do a proper illustration to update this banner already... Hee hee!

[moltengoldveins]

ok more than one person has asked for more information. I can’t tell whether they mean on the characters or the medieval dye, so we’re gonna rant abt both just to be safe (I have no idea why I wasn’t diagnosed with autism as a small child):

so, one of my major pet peeves in modern media is the idea that medieval times were somehow dull or boring or colorless or filthy. There were absolutely sections of culture that were filthy, or dull, or colorless, but think about it: they were Also People. The vast majority of people figured out how to Not Smell Too Bad and Make Pretty Things. And there are a LOT of readily available plants that can make a lot of very vivid dye. 

the first color I’m talking about is a sort of orange goldenrod. Among other things, it can be made using *insert deep breath here* onion skins, tumeric, bog Myrtle, silverweed, madder & an alkali, oregano+malt+apple leaves, gorse, yarrow, broom,  weld, and Osage orange sawdust. These of course make a huge range of orangy-yellows that are all very different in terms of saturation and longevity, but the important thing is that, with a bit of tweaking, you can get the same general color from All Of Them. And they’re easy to find, grow in a wide range of environments, and the dye is easy to make. You can literally just Boil Onion Skins. Like that’s IT. 

However. There is one way to make royal purple dye. That’s literally why it’s called “royal purple,” only the royals could afford the color. You can fudge a purple-esque color by mixing blues and reds as long as they aren’t different ph, but they won’t be vibrant. You can try using flowers, iris root, cochineal+ iron, but it won’t work the same way. You get a muted plum at best. Royal purple is extracted from a small gland in a specific species of snail halfway across the world from the setting I am loosely basing my fantasy world on (somewhere between ancient Scotland, Greenland, and Chile) and is a Process to get. 

The characters I’ve been working with for the past five years are a qpr, two women who survived what was essentially a magical nuclear apocalypse that shattered the world into a thousand different dimensions and were blessed (cursed) with the gift of reincarnation. Every time they die, their body disintegrates and reforms in the last place they slept. If they die too many times, or spend too long in one world (kinda tricky to test that kind of thing, so they aren’t sure How long or How many) they wake up not in the last place they slept, but in a different plane of reality. They can’t go back. They can’t contact the other planes. They have No Idea how any of this works, and they’ve been around for a Long, Long time. Long enough that they’ve forgotten and remembered and forgotten and re-met each other a hundred times. Long enough that they’ve lost the memories of what happened to them, what happened to the world. Long enough that there are… repeating patterns. To the way things go, to the way their relationship works. Purple loves the mortals she finds, and she loves them even when they destroy her. Yellow hates them, hates how they treat things they don’t understand, and is at worst a domineering commander and at best a loyal dog: either she burns the world before the mortals can turn on her other half, killing them all in an effort to teach her partner a lesson on how the world ‘really works’, or she obeys the hand of her master and only burns the world after they’ve betrayed them. Either way, they go down in history: over, and over, and over again. But funnily enough, Yellow is portrayed as the deific one, the retribution, the Justice, the hand of God that punishes the mortals who sacrifice the wrong lamb. Purple is immortalized as the faun that died to slake the wolf, the innocent blood that brought the angel of death from on high, the friend of mortals who might almost be a mortal herself. And that weird reversal is So Fascinating to me, despite the fact that I Was The One Who Wrote It, because like… that’s not what their colors are telling you, and it’s not how their relationship actually works. Purple is the one in charge: she holds the leash. But Yellow is given the halo. The assumption is that the one who spends time with people, the one that’s nice and likes kids and makes jokes, is the safe one. The assumption is that the one with the battleaxe is the one you need to fear. But they’re literally wearing their relationship dynamic on their sleeves, and it’s making it Very Obvious who’s actually the problem.

having a breakdown over medieval dyeing methods and the colors that can be easily made from them and how the specific shade of yellow a character of mine wears is trivially easy to dye with like eight different species despite the symbolism surrounding her being largely royal or deific, while the symbolism surrounding her counterpart is largely sacrificial or common, the face of the poor and downtrodden, and yet the only consistent color associated with her is royal purple.

[unabashednightmarepizza]

𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝐹𝑜𝑟𝑏𝑖𝑑𝑑𝑒𝑛 𝐴𝑝𝑝𝑙𝑒 | Stranger Things Series x DemonQueen!Reader

A/N: So, If you know, I have an AU with a Demon Momma Reader so I thought "Why not adapt it for Stranger things?"! I hope you'll like it guys and have a good reading! Also, I'm thinking this new series to have like 3-4 endings for different people so comment below which ones you'd like to see!

Series masterlist

Being in the mortal world, a trash bin as you would call it, had its perks. For one, their drinks were much better than those you had in Hell and there were more chaos and blood shedding here that just made you feel giddy inside. If you were a normal human being, surely you would be called a freak, a monster. And truth to be told you were, kinda... For your Father's sake, you were a demoness and a crown princess which could end the whole world in like... a milisecond.

"Humans are so stupid sometimes. Really, we? Being bad guys? Come on, now I know we did quite a few ethically questionable things but it was for this world to stand for a few more centuries- Is that a puppy?"

With twinkling eyes, you went to pet the dog cutely and strangely, the little puppy came to you,rubbing its little head on your thighs. Cooing at it gently, you took its shivering form between your arms and continued to walk. Yes, you slayed many monsters, yes you protected the mortal world and the balance for many years now and you were feared by many, a scary story that was told to little kids to scare them away from sinning but... Yeah, a puppy was able to make you putty with his little tail swinging.

Looking from side to side, you cocked your head at seeing a cute girl in sailor costume selling ice creams. Your face blushed slightly and you coughed up nervously while looking at your form. Black high heels, a thight red dress, a black crown and a dark make up... Not really suitable for 80s to be honest.

Changing into something more casual for humans, you just sighed out at the way of dressing.

"Uhh... I'm not into this whole human fashion but I can't walk around and investigate while being dressed like that. Now, I sense something omnious from inside... Let's go and see it, right buddy?"

Barking at you softly, you squealed at the cuteness the puppy emitted and created a leash to hold onto the cheerful dog. Entering through the door and hearing the bell ring, Robin looked up to see who entered, only to stood frozen at the Goddess she saw.

Your hair bouncing with each movement and your struggling figure with the little dog compared to your tall figure made her giggle and stop to watch you. She couldn't help but let her eyes linger at you for a few more minutes, feeling her heart beat a little bit faster. Getting the dogs inside was strictly prohibited but she could allow for some more time to sit back and watch this pretty and tall and strong looking lady.

"I'm sorry but I can't let dogs in here..."

Jerking your head up at the sudden voice, you looked at the woman who had gorgeous freckles all over her face and couldn't help but think that she was cute with the sailor uniform. Smirking at her way, which made her blush profusely, you looked down at the dog and it understood you immediately to sit at the side of the shop.

"Well, sorry about that! I'm just new here and trying to find my way y'know?"

"Oh, I see... Do you... Did you find a-Oh God, Steve! Your kids are here!"

Kids? Aren't they like 20 and young to have them?, you thought while a bunch of teen entered and the one with black hair ringed the bell repeatedly while his friends,you assumed, were looking at around fascinatedly. You smiled at their innocence and looked at the girl with ginger hair, dozing off because of her shiny hair when your eyes landed on the brown haired boy who let out a huge gasp at seeing you.

You looked at him in worry since you thought something bad had happened but as soon as you took a closer look, you widened your eyes at the familiarity of the eyes. You remembered him, he was the same kid whose soul you protected in that goddamn shithole. Chuckling at the fact that he was alive and well and coped with the trauma, you looked at him with soft eyes but he grabbed your wrist thightly in his and pointed outside which you nodded your head at. Seeing that he wanted to talk at an ear shot away from his friends, you let him drag you out while cursing at yourself for being soft for the kid.

He was a young little kid when you met him, after your father assigning you to take care of the monsters roaming the Earth. His soul was a bright one, and unfortunately for him, he was sensitive to supernatural things which made him even more vulnerable.

"What... What are you doing here? I-I th-thought everything was done after... you know..."

Shaking your head at his anxiety, you looked at his eyes and stood away from him in case he was feeling uncomfortable, by remembering what happened to him.

"Nothing is wrong, darling. I just came back to check if everything was fine and besides! The downstairs was getting boring so I wanted to see what the humans had done after all this time! And I must say, you guys became even more gorgeous and the food? MY FATHER, THEY'RE AMAZING!"

Looking back and forth at you and your rambling self, Will's mind was at overdrive. He knew you were a good demon, even though it seemed strange in his tongue. Calling a demon, a being malicious and evil in nature good, was never heard of but he and you had gotten closer in his days at Upside Down, earning his trust by protecting him and trying to get him to his world.

But you being in here couldn't mean something good...

Shaking his head at you, he took your long nailed hand into his and looked inside the shop to see that his friends alongside Steve and Robin was looking at him with sharp eyes that could kill him. Shivering slightly at Robin and Steve's cold stares, he leaned towards you and talked softly.

"Y/N... Why are YOU here?"

"Ah well, my brothers are useless and my Father has such high expectations of me that I need to be the one to protect the world... Again... I mean I saved many humans back in the middle age from, you know, the Black Death even though I was the one who created it but- Oh wait, I already answered the question..."

Sheepishly looking around while trying to come up with something to get the hell out of this mall, you captured the eyes of the two young adult inside the shop and waved at them shyly which made them blush and turn to fumble with their work, which obviously they weren's doing. Waving back at you, you saw Steve nudge Mike while threatening him to get your number from the poor boy in front of you who had no idea what was going on while the girl, Robin, was pinching him for threatening a kid.

Sensing an omnious aura somewhere close, you looked at the east sharply with hooded eyes, you turned to Will and pat his head.

"I'll see you around later, darling! Take care and by the way, do you still wear the necklace I gave to you?"

Nodding his head at you and pointing at his chest, you smiled at the sight of your fire inside the little bottle protecting him. Ruffling his hair one last time, you entered to get the little puppy that you grew attached, you gave a serene smile at the young kids and smiled at Steve before walking out of the shop quickly.

"Steve, don't get me wrong but you are not my type and besides I don't have a phone yet so... bye!"

You laughed at the perplexed look on his face while the kids barked out at him and Robin drew a line on the board which said "You Suck" and ran at the forest close, adamant on finding what was going on.

*****

Standing in front of what seemed like a factory, you walked around it with sharp and cautious eyes. Closing your eyes for a few seconds and opening them again, your sight became one with the most clear one that was seen on a demon and they looked around to see the source. Seeing a cloud-like thing float and kill the living things, you put your palms together and murmured a containing spell to lock whatever that creature was to prevent anyone getting hurt.

Wincing in slight pain at the resistance of it, you put more of your power into your spell and pushed it towards the monster. After everything was calm, you looked around and waited to see if something shitty would happen or not. Sighing in relief, you smiled and turned to leave the place with a skip in your steps.

"Well, that was easy! Now, I can go and watch some human drama peacefully!"

Fuck me and my nonsense of naivity, tou cursed at yourself while waiting at the entry of the school you knew Will was attending to. He was gonna kill you so bad, and panic so much that you'll have to drag him out and tell him everything. Hitting your feet nervously to the ground, you didn't care about the hungry looks of those "hormonal bastards whose only skill is to think with their dicks" or the teachers and waited for his group to come so that you can actually start to talk about what you should do. Picking at your nails, you pretended to take a cigarette from your bag while in reality, you made one appear between your fingers and lighted it. Looking around to see a glimpse of them for 3 minutes, you finally saw what you've been searching for in the distance and ran past the students who were looking at you weirdly, wondering what you had to do with the subject of bullying in the school and his friends.

"Will! Will, can we... Ah damn those heels, can we talk real quick?"

Jumping at the sudden appearance before them, Mike looked at Will who looked like he just saw a ghost suspiciously and stared at you. He didn't know what the relationship between you and Will was, but he didn't like it even a bit and by the slight panic inside your eyes, he was right to feel like that.

"I'm sorry miss, but our lessons are about to start and our teachers are-"

"Pretty strict, I know... It won't take long, only 10 minutes at most! Besides your lessons are due in 20 minutes, right?"

"Guys, it's okay... I know her, just go without me. I'll be back 10 minutes later."

Still looking at you sharply, Will touched Mike's shoulder to just let it go and leave you alone. He wasn't sure what made you so panicked but if you, the princess of Hell was panicked, than there was definetly something wrong.

Feeling grateful for backing you up, you clasped his hand between yours and pulled to the side to not let anyone hear you. Clapping your hands nervously at his unimpressed look, you knew you fucked up big this time.

"Let me guess... Something is terribly wrong..."

"Something is fucking terribly wrong! Like big this time and I swear it wasn't my fault! I thought I contained that little bastard with my spell, but yesterday a man went there and something just pulled him inside of the factory and I couldn't see his face neither was fast enough to stop it. HE JUST DISAPPEARED LIKE BOOM! But then, he came out alive but just ran at his car, something dangerous is probably inside of him and this stupid human body wouldn't allow me to use my powers to it's fullest, and your mother is playing with dangerous things-"

"OKAY, CAN YOU STOP FOR A SECOND! THESE ARE ALL TOO MUCH INFO!"

Suddenly being quiet and zipping your mouth, you looked at Will- who was no better than you- with thight lips. Dragging a hand through his hair, he groaned out and took your hand into his and started to run while asking you many questions and getting many stares.

"You sure you didn't see who it was?"

"I'm not blind darling, just his back was turned to me!"

"BUT YOU WEREN'T ABLE TO STOP IT!"

"I SAID I'M SORRY BUT WE SHOULD REALLY STOP YOUR MOTHER! SHE'S PLAYING WITH THE SIDE EFFECT OF THAT BITCH! Wait... DON'T YOU HAVE SCHOOL?"

" SCHOOL IS THE LEAST OF MY PROBLEMS RIGHT NOW! COME ON!"

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Looking at the cabin and the voices coming inside after searching through almost the whole town to learn where Joyce was, you tilted your head and looked at Will questioningly. To be honest, you didn't want to interrupt two people having relationship problems but Will was tugging on your wrist harshly and yeah, you could stop him. Snap him into half or brainwash him or something but, yeah he was still a kid and child abuse was a big no-no.

"Will, I'm not sure if we should-"

"I think when I asked you out, you got scared and made something up! So that you can push me away! AND GOD FORBID-"

"Can you please not bring my father into this? It feels weird to hear His name from a half-naked man...". Startling both Joyce and Hopper and making them scream with fear since you appeared out of thin air right in front of them, you just raised a brow and looked between them. You surely saw naked men and women through your life a lot, some for you and some for others, but... Huh, the woman is kinda cute.

"WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?!

"WILL WHO IS THAT WOMAN AND HOW DID SHE APPEAR LIKE THAT?! AND AREN'T YOU SUPPOSED TO BE IN SCHOOL?!"

"Uhhh, I said the same but I need to say, this kid has an attitude... And boy, you should listen to your girlfriend. Even though she's swimming in dangerous seas..." Looking around curiously, your eye caught of the photo of a little baby and looking at it to see the memories, you were saddened by them. Not wanting to dive into his privacy more, you were thrown onto the wall with the man's arm around you. Joyce screamed at him to let you go and Will was trying to convince him that you weren't harmful.

"I don't know who you are but you took a kid away from school,entered my property without permission. And I don't have to say I'm an offic- WHAT THE FUCK!"

Teleporting him at the other side of the room while dusting yourself off, you created a lollipop and put it inside your mouth. Will couldn't believe that you were that noncholant about the whole deal but yet again, he wasn't. If he didn't know you from his time in the Upside Down, he would think that you were just being a rude asshole but that was far from the truth.

You only ate candies when you were anxious.

Taking it off with a loud pop, you looked at Joyce and Will and gave them two with a cute smile which they couldn't refuse. Joyce was still angry and worried about Will and how he knew you but you trully didn't seem like someone dangerous. Sure, you appeared out of nowhere and had obviously powers but... So did El, who wasn't dangerous right now.

Besides, you could kill them already if you wanted, right?

"Jim, I don't think she's dangerous... She would have killed you already if she was... And she's kind too..." Looking at your stiff form, she didn't understand why you suddenly seemed like a bucket of cold water was thrown at you but she was... curious.

"Oh, just because she offered you candy, she became kind? That's the exact same way child abusers kidnap people!"

"If I was a kidnapper, I wouldn't have saved Will from the Upside Down and the Mind Flayer... He was lucky that he is cute though, I have a weakness for cute and little things and shiny too and- Yeah, I talked too much again." Groaning out while sitting on the ground like a grounded kid, both adults looked at you with wide eyes. You could sense the fear coursing through their veins, and if it was old you, you would've taunted them. Made them wven more scared that their souls would reek nothing but pure fear.

But they were lucky that you changed you ways and hey! It was boring having a bloodthirst all the time!

"Who. Are. You. Really?" Taking Joyce behind him while she was hanging onto Will with all of her might, the boy only looked at you pleadingly for you to not do something childish. Were you going to listen? No. Would it be funny? Hell yeah!

" I'm the Watcher, the one who observes... I'm the one who punishes the sinners... I'm the Crown Princess of Hell and probably the only one who could save humanity... Nice to meet you, Jim Hoppers! I'm Y/N Morningstar!"

Looking frozen at your sinister looking face( it was just him, Joyce later told you that you looked cute since you started to cry after reading Hopper's mind.), Jim stood there for a few seconds and fainted right in front of you. Still not breaking contact with Joyce who was looking at Hopper's back with wide eyes, you took her hand and kissed the back of it.

Obviously, she didn't expect that.

Rolling your eyes at the two human begore you, you shood your head amusedly and looked at a frantic Will.

"I told you to not to do something childish!"

"In my defense, I couldn't know that your mom would faint because I was being a gentlewoman!"

Still bickering back and forth with the kid you came to care for, you had no idea what the future was waiting you with.

After all, free will wasn't given to only humans, right?

[jade-parcels]

Can I please have some domestic fluff with Azhdaha and Osial 👉🏻👈🏻. Would they be cuddly? Cook? Would they be touch-starved 😉

Of course you can!!! In a world where Azhdaha and Osial were let out of their sealed caverns in order to sign a ‘I will protect Liyue in exchange for my freedom’ contract with Morax….

This was so fun! I wanna write more for them now…hehe..

Osial:

He tends to see himself as better than mortals, he’s proper and somewhat high strung. He was locked away in an era far different than this, so when he arrives in Liyue harbor for the first time in centuries, he’s surprised by everything. The things people eat, their religion, their storytellers…Hell, the dialect is even different (time for Zhongli to tutor his old friends so they don’t sound insane while trying to have a convo with regular folks lol)

He speaks very proper, similar to Zhongli, but he sounds very old fashioned. That is, when he does talk. Osial is quiet, he prefers to listen rather than speak

So when he meets you, his old fashioned tendencies leap out as he tries to court you with handmade gifts like necklaces or glazed pottery. Osial is very skilled with his hands! Back in his day, he’d adorn himself with all sorts of jewelry and headdresses he made himself

He can be very hands on too, before you’re ever on an established relationship he’ll link your arms as you walk down to the harbor or wrap an arm around your waist. Internally, you’ll probably think ‘oh man, we aren’t even together and he’s already this touchy…’ but in reality, that’s just how he is. He links arms with all of his friends because to him, it’s a friendly gesture!!! He fails to realize that in modern times, doing that makes it look like you’re a couple

Due to his imprisonment in the deepest, coldest part of the ocean, Osial is very touch starved. When you hug him for the first time, that’s when you really see it cause he doesn’t want to let go :’) he always smells like the ocean air and incense

Massage his shoulders and hands, he’s never had a massage in his entire life!! This is a new experience that he’ll treasure cause…you’re making him feel so good

When you’re together, he’ll want to go to the beach or take a bath, anywhere with water really. Being able to submerge himself in the tub soothes his skin and mind. When you are together, he’ll show you how he can ‘dissolve’ into the water! He isn’t actually dissolving, he’s kinda turning into water? And melting into it? I’m having a hard time finding the right word for it ahhh-

Osial, while gentlemanly and quiet, does have a temper. Zhongli really brings it out of him just because he thinks it’s funny “You stupid lizard, you better quit stepping on my shoes” “I have no idea what you’re talking about, dear friend” “MORAX!!!!” “….You must stop calling me that in public” it’s kinda funny to see them interact

Osial is a pescatarian, meaning he is a vegetarian who doesn’t eat any meat except fish. He eats…a lot of fish. Sometimes, instead of cooking the fish he just bought from the market, he’ll take one and sit on the sofa with a book…Then eats it raw as a snack…bones and all…blood dripping down his arm, smeared on his face. This is where Zhongli’s aversion to seafood comes from. When you bring up the fact that watching eat a raw fish that way is somewhat disturbing….Osial, again, doesn’t get it. It’s a fish, there’s nothing gross about eating fish?? Babe the fish isn’t gross but the way you’re eating it is gross

Also, Osial is an old fashioned romantic. I mentioned earlier that he’d make jewelry and stuff for you but he’d also write poems for you too :) are they good? Well…’good’ is subjective

Azhdaha:

When Morax sealed him away, Azhdaha had been his most loyal companion. After the god of contracts gave him a set of eyes, Azhdaha swore to protect him. He followed him around, did almost everything he was asked to do

He had centuries to ponder his behavior when he was locked away. He sat and mourned the loss of his freedom, the loss of his dearest friend

So when Morax came to release him, he leapt at the opportunity to come up out of the ground

Azhdaha’s human form is TALL, like 6’5, and Liyue harbor is noooot meant for people that tall. He’s gotta duck when going through doors and kinda hunch in areas with low ceilings. He has a good sense of humor so he thinks it’s funny how he’s so tall, he makes jokes about it and laughs :)

Speaking of laughing, Azhdaha does NOT have an inside voice, he talks super loud!! He’s a bit rowdy too, he doesn’t like sitting still for long and loves going on adventures together

Azhdaha used to be blind and even though he has had eyes for centuries now, he never takes a sight for granted. He’ll watch the sunset, take ‘mental pictures’ of you when he thinks you look pretty, he’ll make you stand and watch street performances even if you’ve seen them ten times already just cause he loves it

His favorite colors are red, purple and orange. They’re just pleasing to his eyes! So when you wear those colors he’s sure to take as many ‘mental pictures’ as he can :) cute

He isn’t really a good cook but he DOES try. Cooking usually takes a delicate touch which he just doesn’t really have lol he’s got big hands

Azhdaha isn’t the best at cooking and is insecure about picking gifts, he just worries you won’t like it :( sooooo the way he shows his affection is by just hanging around you all the time! He’ll help with commissions, come pick flowers or break open cor lapis for you, go fishing with you, whatever you want to do!!

Once he’s fallen for you, it’s pretty easy to tell, he isn’t very subtle :) cuuute! You can just see it in his eyes….he’s totally infatuated with you

Zhongli will tease him too just cause it’s funny to fluster the gentle giant

((Thank you for reading this far!! Now I have a question, should/can I pick a human name for Osial and Azhdaha? Or should I just keep their god names when writing for them? I think I have a name for each but idk 😅))

[lunaastoir]

Hi! I really enjoy your writing so is it alright if i request xiao, diluc, childe with an idol s/o where one of their old stalkers come back or they just recently had a stalker in general but with how busy they were since they’re an idol they don’t even notice? And something bad happens (i cant think of anything</3) Thank you very much !!

hi anon!! a million apologies since this is so late but i hope you like the fic <3

there also aren’t any explicit details for anything bad happening - i briefly touched on subjects that you may not have control over, i hope that’s ok! 

warning (?): struggled a bit on this prompt so i apologize in advance if this isn’t my best work LMAOO

gn! reader

tw: hints of assault, slight angst, very light abuse if you squint

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xiao

now xiao is a very observant man but he's also extremely busy keeping liyue safe

he makes it a point to always come to your shows even if you don't actively see him bc he cares a lot abt you and he enjoys listening to your music ‼️

it's normal for him to sometimes get lost between his own world of demonslaying and the world he shares w you

so one night, he's hanging on the rafters of a house with the perfect view of your singing

everything goes smoothly, he sets his spear down while lightly swaying his head to the music

the concert ends and fans disperse after you say your farewells

a night like this is rare since for once, xiao can walk home w you back to the inn sweet boy really cleared out his schedule for you huh

you're unsurprised when you see him materialize next to you, opting to flash him a smile and a hello

his cheeks are lightly flushed as he crosses his arms before talking quietly about how well you did

he relishes in the wide smile you give him as a result of his praise and he lets the corners of his lips curve upwards slightly

the quiet bustle of the harbor seemed to slow down as the night grew longer

since this was a fairly large concert, you had boxes among boxes of equipment so xiao decided to make your life easier by quickly flying them to their appropriate locations

when he got back however, he was surprised to see you talking animatedly with someone

he didn't think anything was wrong until he saw the person trap you between the stage and words filtered into his ears

your back was painfully pressed against the stage wall as you defiantly met their gaze. after xiao had left, they had immediately come over to you: first introducing themselves as a fan and making amiable conversation, before divulging in personal details of your life that made your skin crawl. you weren’t helpless, you always had your weapon on hand regardless of whether you were performing or not. the way they pushed you against the wall however, made it near impossible to summon your sword should you need it. 

they leered down at you while balancing an arm against the wall next to your head. you had dealt with things like this before so you weren’t overly worried; you could defend yourself. you almost felt pity for the person in front of you as they asked for your number with a sadistic grin, disgusting words tumbling off of their lips. however, that was before you felt their cold fingers idly make their way to your stomach and you felt your breath hitch. oh no

the telltale sound of whooshing alerted you of xiao’s presence, and the press of the tip of his spear against their jugular brought you relief. 

“back away” he tightly growled while his golden eyes narrowed into slits. they stared at him in shock before holding their hands up and moving to step a foot away from you. 

“farther” he motioned with his spear before stepping in front of you as you attempted to collect yourself. 

“ok ok, i’m far away can you put your spear down now?” 

“no.” 

you mentally cursed as you watched the two of them glare at each other. this was supposed to be a carefree night but this unfortunate twist made the air thick with tension. you could feel the anger radiate off of xiao in waves and in an effort to deescalate the situation, you spoke. 

“i’m glad to meet such an...avid fan but i’m sorry the two of us must get going now” you hastily said before attempting to grab xiao’s hand and walk off past them. 

the next words had you halt your steps as they divulged their secret. 

words painted in careless arrogance with hints of violet overconfidence flew out of the person’s mouth - “judging from the weeks i’ve been following you, it didn’t seem like you had a boyfriend”

at the mere mention of prolonged stalking, xiao immediately lunged to pull you behind him. god, he didn’t kill mortals but he swore if he plunged his spear into this human being right here, no one would even blink twice considering how low of a person they were. 

“if i ever see you near them again, i will not hesitate to kill you. i won’t blink twice, i already have blood on my hands.” he ground out.

at the threat, the person grudgingly turned their back to you before leaving the two of you alone in the quiet harbor. 

you carefully reached a hand out to touch your boyfriend’s shoulder, but stopped after you saw the expression on his face. the mix of rage, sadness, and anguish imprinted his features as you watched his chest rapidly rise and fall - a result of his emotional battle. 

“i’m sorry i didn’t notice them before. i should’ve been paying more attention to you” he whispered before silently striding away from your grasp 

you knew that no matter how many reassurances you gave him about how, “it’s not your fault xiao, i didn’t notice them either” he would still blame himself. 

he was supposed to protect you right? so why couldn’t he sense the danger beforehand? what would’ve happened if he wasn’t there?

it’s still a learning process for him to realize that things happen, and he inevitably couldn’t be there to save you from everything. he needs time to understand and adjust. you’re willing to wait, patiently helping him through it. why? because love is worth it. 

god im sorry this ended up kinda sad whoops

diluc 

i swear everytime i say i’m a childe simp diluc kinda wrecks me

ahem anyways onto the hc!

he’s kinda never around but similar to xiao he will overwork himself to clear out an hour or two just to watch your concerts 

he’ll always stand off to the side too so if you tilt your head while you’re singing you can spy his red hair 

you always flash him the sweetest smile and this man blushes like CRAZY before quickly lifting his hand up to give you a thumbs up 

everyone watching the both of you like 😍😦

people think it’s the cutest thing i swear like c’mon the elusive “bachelor of mondstadt” being seen in public supporting you??? wow pls can we share him

he walks with you back to the winery, the entire time linking his hands with yours while gushing about your performance 

1939248/10 it’s literally the sweetest thing 

the next day however, adelinde brings you a pink letter addressed to you 

he doesn’t pry because it’s addressed to you and it’s your business but as the letters start coming by everyday, he starts to grow curious 

one day he straight up just asks you about it

“hey, you know those pink letters you keep getting? who are they from?”

you laugh slightly at his bashfulness and respond with a “just some overexcited fan” and he smiles before kissing your forehead 

he loves that people are noticing your talent 

loves it! until you get stalked by the same person who wrote you those letters while you were shopping!

diluc knows something’s wrong when you rush into angel’s share panicked after not returning his usual smile. 

“darling? are you ok?” he asks worriedly before quickly setting down the glass he was cleaning to move towards you. 

the widening of your eyes as you looked behind you at the sounds of someone else entering was all he needed to swiftly step in front of you, blocking their gaze of your face. 

the slightly panicked look in your eyes before you hurriedly whispered, “they’re following me” made diluc glance at them subtly out of the corner of his eye. he watched as they walked over to find a seat next to the bar, seemingly ready to order a drink. he quietly asked if you would like to sit in the room reserved for the employees, away from their prying eyes. your hasty nod was all the confirmation he needed for him to let you access the door behind him. 

the night went by fairly smoothly with kaeya’s usual teasing and venti’s usual begging for alcohol. diluc’s eyes narrowed however, when the person seemed to ask him questions regarding you. things like, “i heard you’re dating y/n... they’re amazing, how long have you been together?” and “do they live with you at dawn winery?” diluc answered these questions as short as he could, trying to convey with his body language that he truly did not want to talk to them. 

everything was going well until he made the mistake of leaving the bar unattended. he had briefly forgotten about your residence in the room behind him as his mind immediately gravitated to breaking up a brawl. when he returned, the half drunk glass of liquor combined with the person’s absence from their seat, caused sparks of worry to light up inside his chest. 

turning to the door, he knocked once. 

“is everything alright in there love?”

the sounds of things rustling about and the occasional muffled voice had him opening the door quickly. he saw you with your arm being held tightly in their grasp, your mouth muffled with their hand, while you strained against them by pulling at your arm. 

diluc immediately made his way over to you, quickly pulling your arm away before letting you enter into his embrace. 

“get out.” the venomous words clawed their way out of his throat as he looked at them with eyes that screamed hatred. his blood was boiling as his mind replayed the scene; your scared expression and their greedy eyes. 

diluc didn’t need to repeat himself twice as they ran out, trying not to trip over crates of wine. he made a mental note to find out who they were in order to make sure they never came near you ever again. 

he quickly looked down at your form, relaxing slightly at the sight of your tentative smile. “my knight in shining armor” you joked before softly nuzzling your head into his shoulder. the anger had yet to dissipate from his veins, and although he knew you were still shaken up, he was sure you would be fine. 

a pink letter placed on the table next to you caught his eye, and he made sure to quickly pocket it as he led you out, gently jesting with you about the “unnecessary amount of wine barrels in here, diluc this is a safety hazard!” 

he would deal with this person later. 

childe

ayo AYO ITS THE TOY SALESMAN

ok tbh he’s very rarely around so he unfortunately cannot make it to all of your shows 

dw tho, he will try his hardest to be there for the ones he’s in town for bc what is he if not your number one hype king??? 

ok kinda creepy! alert 

he’s tasked two of his subordinates to keep watch over you whenever he’s out of the harbor

it’s not anything creepy,,, he just gets extremely worried abt you and wants to make sure you’re safe 

sO when he gets a ransom note??? he’s understandably confused but also very much freaked out 

bc did they not know who he was??? the fact that they thought they could get away with holding you captive was quite honestly kind of funny to him 

very stressed and angry tho - hides it behind a facade of smiles but he’s raging 

takes him only a few hours to track you down bc he had everyone and i mean EVERYONE looking for you 

the note crunched in his hand as the harbinger made his way towards windrise. his pace was erratic, long legs rushing towards the small cave his agents had found. they were bordering the perimeter of the enclosure, careful to not alert you or your captor of their presence. childe’s subordinate head had calmly stated that childe need not come out to rescue you, the situation was under control and they could do it for him. however, childe’s sharp gaze along with his sickly sweet words of “thanks but no. i’m coming out to see this sorry asshole for myself” had the agent backing away apologizing. he wanted to see the look on this person’s face before he shoved their sorry ass into the abyss himself. 

as he reached the opening of the cave, he glanced over his shoulder at his head agent; a silent warning to keep the area sealed. his blue eyes glinted with a thirst for blood before making his way into the cave, sealing off the exit with his body. 

“well well, playing games with the love of my life are we?” 

his teasing words reached your ears as your eyes immediately found the face of your boyfriend. you weren’t horribly scared, just a little shaken up and sore from the bindings on your wrists. relief coursed through your body at the sight of him. you needn’t put in your plan of getting out of these bindings to fight your captor yourself anymore. 

childe’s eyes quickly scanned over your frame, making sure you weren’t hurt. at the state of you completely unharmed, the harbinger let his heart calm down slightly. you were completely ok. 

“wait a little longer, love? i promise this will be over soon”

the wink he sent you had you lightly rolling your eyes at his antics before he directed his attention back to your kidnapper. if your captor wasn’t scared before, they were certainly shaking in their boots now at the sight of childe’s twin hydro blades rotating playfully in his hands. 

“listen, all i want is the money-”

“and all i want is your head” 

your boyfriend smiled after cutting them off. the severity of the situation truly seemed to sink in at that moment before pleas of mercy fell from your captor’s lips, desperate to escape the bloodthirsty gaze of the harbinger. childe’s eyes flickered over to yours where you sat there, with your head ferociously shaking. a silent “no.” he sighed before swiftly bringing his arm up to hit your captor on the head, effectively knocking them out cold. 

his hands worked at the ropes holding you and he gingerly rubbed at your bruised wrists. you silently thanked the archons he could never say no to you. archons forbid what would've happened if you hadn’t said anything. while you were explaining what happened, the young man quickly scooped you up in his arms before walking out of the cave. 

you playfully hit his shoulder while muttering “drama queen” but you stopped when you saw his face morph into an expression of seriousness. you had informed him on the situation about your captor revealing themselves to be a recent stalker of yours, completely oblivious to the look of frustration on his face as he freed you from your bondages. 

“i was scared you know.” he quietly divulged. “i knew that it wasn’t anything extremely serious but i... i was still scared”

you swore as you looked at him in that moment, he had turned ten again. the youth of his face betraying his vulnerability. 

you quietly hummed before tangling your fingers in his hair. “i hope you know it wasn’t your fault. it wasn’t anyone’s fault. not even the two fatui agents who you sent to stalk me while you were away.”

he quietly laughed at that before mentally filing away a reminder for a lecture to those two agents in the near future. 

“i’m just glad you’re safe. i know you can save yourself but i’ll always be here. i still wish you would let me take care of your asshole kidnapper myself though.” he pouted jokingly. 

“i’m sure the millelith will lock them up for a long time.” you laughed sweetly. 

his usual smile reappeared at your antics. maybe he didn’t get to beat your captor up and do...much worse. however at the end of the day, your smile was still intact regardless of what happened. that’s all he wanted. 

[bonky-n-steeb]

𝐵𝑅𝐸𝐴𝑇𝐻𝐸

𝙿𝙰𝚁𝚃 𝙾𝙽𝙴

𝘿𝘼𝙍𝙆!𝘽𝙐𝘾𝙆𝙔 𝘽𝘼𝙍𝙉𝙀𝙎 𝙭 𝙍𝙀𝘼𝘿𝙀𝙍 | 𝙈𝙊𝘽!𝙎𝙏𝙀𝙑𝙀 𝙍𝙊𝙂𝙀𝙍𝙎 𝙓 𝙍𝙀𝘼𝘿𝙀𝙍

𝗦𝗨𝗠𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗬: Your life is as good as it gets. The perfect husband, the perfect daughter, the perfect job. But what you are unaware is that your husband is a deadly assassin and your long-lost friend, now a fearsome mob boss is hell bent on getting you back. But what you don’t know can't hurt you, right?

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦: psychological disorder, PTSD, domestic abuse, yandere, obsession, violence, cursing. If you find any of this triggering please DNI. Also inform me if I left something out.

ᴛʜɪs ɪs ɴᴏᴛ ʙᴇᴛᴀ ʀᴇᴀᴅ, sᴏ ᴀʟʟ ᴍɪsᴛᴀᴋᴇs ᴀʀᴇ ᴍʏ ᴏᴡɴ

Oh, lawd! i have to post everything again! Send me all your energy. If you wanna be tagged, just inform me!

Also, I’ll be changing the story by a little, (or by a lot, idk) from my previous version.

You were feeling like John Travolta from the music video of Stayin’ Alive. Vibing to your own rhythm, living your own freedom. Attending college miles away from your hometown, you were the captain of your ship. Though you loved your parents more than anything, you were glad for the freedom granted upon you.

Your Freshmen year had just begun and you had already made a few friends. But what you didn’t want to accept just yet was your crush on one of them, Bucky. With his steely blue eyes and boyish charm, even a goddess might fall for him, and you were just a mortal. You were simply happy with being friends as you believed he would never like you and well, a little crush never hurt nobody.  

Completing your shift in a local bookstore, just outside the campus, you were walking back, lost in your own thoughts. What caught your attention was a group of howling high schoolers; from the look of it, they were barely a year to two younger than you. A group of tall and popular kids were bullying a skinny, helpless dude; ufff the usual cliché you thought to yourself. What you failed to notice though was his bleeding nose.  

You were a kind soul, always helping others, but you were no fool. All alone in an unknown town, you weren't going to confront the burly teens who were twice your own size. After giggling and cracking some stupid jokes on the poor dude trying to impress a girl, they left him and that’s when you noticed all the blood. You quickly crossed the road and walked towards him. He seemed smaller than he was as he was crouching down and trying to rub all the blood.

“Hey! Pinch your nose, don’t disturb it by rubbing.” you said while bending down. “Uhh, okay... thanks!” he looked at you with big doe eyes and you were utterly mesmerized by the blue oceans he had for his eyes. “Do you.. Do you need something else kid? Where do you live?” you asked giving him a candy and your water bottle. “I’m no kid!” he exclaimed and you flinched.  

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you. You are helping me and here I am shouting at you.” You could clearly see remorse in his eyes and you wondered why would someone hurt him? “yeah, yeah.. It's Okay... now have this candy, the sugar will help you feel better.” you said with a soft smile. “thank you so much... and by the way I live two streets across. I mean I can go by myself, I'm a grown-up.. But...” he trailed off and you helped him get up.

“I’m Steve” he tried his best to smile and you followed by sharing your own name. And with that his chatter train began, he explained that he was just trying to help another girl getting bullied, when the bullies decided to change their target and chase Steve instead.

“you should wear your own mask first and then help others wear theirs.” you quipped and instantly bit your tongue. “Hmm, what?” he asked genuinely curious. “what I meant is that you did what is correct and very brave, but sometimes you gotta think for yourself too. But these are just my thoughts.” you shrugged. “I’ll remember that.” he said with a genuine expression. And after a million thank yous he finally went in his house. By the size of his house, he seemed rich and you wondered maybe this wasn't that cliché.  

☮︎︎☮︎︎☮︎︎☮︎︎☮︎︎

The next day, you were walking back the same road, when you thought of Steve. He really was a kind and sweet person. This world needed more of people like him. And just then you saw him smiling brightly and waving at you, his nose bandaged. He had a huge box in his hand.

“Heyyyyy! Thank you for helping me yesterday. So I just... kinda got this as a ... a token of appreciation. I considered you might like donuts, so I got you this.” He said rubbing his nape. His cheeks had become so red he looked like a ripe tomato. “well, if you haven’t already given me diabetes by saying so many thank yous, after eating sooo many donuts I’ll surely get it.” At that you both chuckled and the atmosphere became lighter. As you picked a donut, he looked at you with such admiration you thought you would melt then and there.

Suddenly with a stern expression you asked “what if it’s drugged?” His eyes widened and he stuttered, “I... I would never do that ...” he looked down and you thought he might cry. “hey waittt.. don’t get so sad.. I’m sorry, I’m so so sorry. I was just joking. I have this really bad habit of saying things when I shouldn’t. God I just ruined everything.” You just made a mental note not to joke around him, he seemed to be quite emotional. Though it was going to be difficult to tame your tongue. “don’t be. I just take things too literally.... anyway let’s have some donuts what say?” He said with such shine in his eyes you wondered whether he was sad just a moment before.

You both walked up to your university campus, munching on donuts. You both shared things about yourselves. You told him how you were passionate in becoming a doctor. He on the other hand talked about his struggles in studying. “will you help me? You are so smart and bright, will you help me study if I have a doubt or something?” he asked giving his big doe eyes.

You weren’t going to agree at first, you had just met him a day ago. But after looking in those calm blue pools of his eyes you agreed. Seeing the joy on his face, you wondered whether he just won an Oscar.

What you didn’t know was that Steve had already fallen in love with you, yes love, he was convinced that you were the one for him, his one true love. Not a moment had he been able to think of anything but you since he had met you. You were everything he needed and wanted and much more. He was simply desperate to spend more time with you.

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It had been around six months since you met Steve. Over the time you two had turned out to be best friends. While Steve had fallen even more in love with you, you had fallen hopelessly in love with bucky. While you always told bucky about Steve and vice versa, you never confessed to Steve about your love for Bucky, thus furthermore increasing his hopes. You desperately wished to make Steve and Bucky meet. They were two important people in your life and you more than anything wished that they got together well.  

Today was the day when you decided to arrange a small meet and greet at the park where you and Steve met every day. You and Bucky walked together towards the tree where you usually sat with Steve waiting there for you. You knew both would like each other, but somewhere deep within your gut you were getting a not-so good feeling about this.  

Steve’s eyes lit up seeing you but as they turned to Bucky, it felt as if all the energy had been sucked out of him. You didn’t like that one bit. “Bucky!?” Steve exclaimed in half disappointment and half fear. “You both... you both know each other?” you ask bewildered. You tried chuckling to lighten the mood but by the looks of it they were sworn enemies, but you prayed that you were wrong. “yeah, we know each other a little too well... Uh... We were good friends once.” Steve quietly admitted.

All this time Bucky had his jaw clenched, dragging in a deep breath he began. “I knew it! I knew it would be you, you little fucker! You want to have everything don’t you? Goddammit! I had this feeling it was you but I thought it was too much of a coincidence, but no. fate had to be so cruel.” you were shocked to see Bucky's sudden outburst. You wondered what conspired between the two, as either hadn’t ever mentioned the other.  

You were snapped out of your thoughts with Bucky calling your name. “let’s go. I don’t want to see him even for a minute more and neither do you.” Bucky started pulling your hand but you stopped him “Bucky no. I guess you have some misunderstanding; Steve is a good person. And you don’t get to tell me who to talk to and who to not.”

Suddenly Bucky turned back to Steve, anger written all over his face. “You didn’t tell her, huh, did you? Don’t worry I'll tell her. Steve is the son of Joseph Rogers and he is the freaking Don Corleone of this area. Do you know how my father died? Steve’s father had him killed just because unknowingly he provided shelter to his father’s fugitive. Steve just pretends to be a caring, emotional person but he is a snake behind that mask, so is everyone in his family.” towards the end Bucky was in tears and you were in utter shock. Now that you tried to remember, Steve never really did tell you much about his family. And the fact that Steve wasn’t denying any single allegation made you want to puke your guts out.

“You have taken too much from me. But not this. Not her. Not the woman I love more than anything.” Bucky said it out loud in the heat of the moment. You were too dumbstruck to even blink. Did Bucky just confess that he loved you?  

Bucky turned to you and held your arm with such softness you wondered if he was just now screaming his lungs out at Steve. “I know I can't tell you who to be with, and I promise I never will in the future, but trust me you want to be caught up with him or his family. And still, if you choose him, well then, I can’t be with you.”

You knew you had to make a choice then and there, there was no going back, and you chose Bucky.

[miniguoba]

² Brighter than the Sun [ Arataki Itto x F! Reader ]

So this thing is kinda connected to my "Just a Little More" one shot, yeah. Yeah so, well. Yeah, an AU, probably? Another angst. An angst continuation because my brain rose from the dust after our research paper. Ehe. Before y'all yell at me for OOC! Itto well, it's past! Itto so 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️. Happy reading!

Summary: Before Itto was born as Itto, he was also another man. Another Oni. Still bearing the Arataki name, he was worshipped on a faraway island in Inazuma. Oni were, after all, powerful beings long before Celestia and its' archons had complete influence over the world of Teyvat. And he needs something to exert his power upon the mortal plains.

ᴛᴀɢ(ꜱ): ᴀɴɢꜱᴛ

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ(ꜱ): ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ, ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 1287

masterlist.

part 1. part 2. part 3

The dreams that he had have been vague—vaguer than what he had in his previous life as the son of a noble family (how he knew that—he wasn't sure). The white-haired male frowned. Being an Oni must have done something. That, he was sure of.

He has seen blurred shapes whenever he shuts his eyes for a good rest. He has seen figures of a man and a woman, laughing together, having a good time. He has seen a man getting killed in front of another man, and a woman jumping off a cliff to follow her other half.

That was all he has, for he can see where it happened but not of who.

'Blurred images that no longer define his reality,' The male thought.

He knows they were all set to the past. How can he not? Some have happened outside of Inazuma—the crumbling ruins of another civilization are etched deep within his mind. It may not be a complete memory of a lifetime, but it was enough for Arataki to understand who and what he is dreaming of.

All the white-haired male has is the voices and the feel of emotions to help decipher the dreams.

"My love, I'm sorry," A voice sobbed, words completely drenched in sorrow and guilt.

A shaky voice answered his apologies, "I-It's going to be f-fine. W-we'll meet again i-in our next l-life...,"

"I'm sorry... I was far too late...,"

Anguish and sorrow were some of the things he mostly felt. Arataki will always wake up yearning for something—someone—with a pain reverberating deep within his heart. And yet he ignored it and promptly did his duties.

The villagers, after all, gave him offerings for a job well done.

He wiped the blood off his face. His fiery orbs as he walked back towards his shrine, with destruction in his steps. Red trailed after him like a cloak would to its owner—bound and tied intricately with little to no chance of escape.

The people who encountered him along the way actively avoided crossing with the intimidating male's math. Between his haori, soaked with the blood of the vagrants, and his club, dripping with the red substance, it is no wonder people are scared to even meet his eyes.

Yes, even you.

He first met the human woman after he went out to take a walk. She was hiding near his abode. The woman was clearly being chased—what with the way she hurriedly walked and how she jumped at the animals on her path. Her face was flushed and she breathed loudly.

Clearly, this human woman traversed the entire island ducking and hiding like a rat.

He inwardly smirked at the instantaneous look of fear as soon as she laid her eyes on him.

Arataki caught sight of the people who must've been chasing her. He clicked his tongue when he saw it was the people causing trouble for the village. Remembering the chief's words and a new offering, he went past the trembling human and drowned himself in the pleasure of carnage.

When he was done, he looked back and unknowingly frowned in disappointment.

That was how we met in this life.

The white-haired man caught sight of her a few times when he descends to the village. The locals quickly took to her like as if she had been residing there for years. The children were quick to flock her and the others would smile at her blindingly.

'Stupid human, trusting others easily,' He frowned and swiftly left the vicinity.

Arataki paused. 'Is he sick? Why is he wasting his time, thinking about the little human's stupidity?'

He growled inaudibly before rushing to go to his mansion.

The first willing interaction that he had with the fragile human was when he heard her play a weird instrument. She sat on a big slab of rock, cursing when it wouldn't play the way she wanted it to.

He stepped on a twig and found it amusing when she jumped.

"Human," Arataki tried to mask his amusement, "What is that thing on your hands?"

"I found it b-beyond the ruins and I-I'm trying to fix it," Her voice trembled when she answered his question, "I believe i-it was a zither,"

He didn't ask any more questions after that. The human cautiously looked at him, completely tense. Realizing that he would stay there for a while, she continued to fiddle with the strings and occasionally strummed to test the sounds it would make.

They both winced.

Arataki went to where he found the female, repairing her zither. It had been three weeks since they developed this odd routine, where he will watch the female—[L/N], was it?—work on her instrument and try to get a pleasant sound from the wretched thing. Although she can only come three times a day, and sometimes, four if she was lucky. Running around the villages for errands drains your time, that's for sure.

"I remember Father teaching me how to play the zither," She blurted it out of the blue, "But we were poor. Father slowly piled debt after debt, and what was once a home became a house till it wasn't even enough to be called a shelter anymore,"

He stayed silent.

She laughed nervously, "Father may not be rich, but he earns enough for the family. But we had to sell our valuables, including Mother's zither after that... fiasco,"

The female paused and tested the restored instrument. It let out a pleasant sound—well, pleasant enough for the two of them.

That day, he sat a bit closer to her.

He noticed her smile, and he idly noted that she shines brighter than the sun.

Arataki dreamt one last time.

A hand reached out and grabbed someone's arm. They yanked with all their strength and their desperation is palpable in the air. The person who almost got turned into human paste stared at the male, shocked.

And then happiness—reliefjoyanticipationexcitement—enveloped their very being.

He woke up. There was no dread or gut-wrenching pain in his heart. There was no heaviness that weighs his very being. Instead, there was nothing.

He didn't dwell on it for long, for he can feel the power coursing through his vein at the cost of another human.

He wasn't born a god—what he was is something that relies on the faith and the sacrifice of the people, similar to the newly born Inugami. At the cost of a single person to be offered on the altar on a cloudless day, he gains strength, although not comparable to those who were born gods.

He slew the people wreaking havoc on his island and helped place wards around the island before going back to that rock.

And again, he went back.

For weeks, [L/N] seemingly vanished off the face of Teyvat. He waited and waited and waited till he had enough. The white-haired male went down his fort and stormed towards the village. What's weird is that the scent of the woman was faded, almost as if—

Panicked, the male immediately went to the altar on the outskirts of the village. Arataki's vision turned red the moment he saw the limp body of the female, with scarlet painting her now pale skin. He cannot hear the soothing thump her heart makes. It was silent.

In a single second, he understood who she was supposed to be. He wondered why he forgot to warn her about the pesky humans. He wondered and wondered till all he can hear is the voice deep in his mind and the numbing realization of his mistake. And in a second, he fell into depravity.

The sun and moon shall bear witness to my rage.

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rip once again. this was the, eh, a satisfying continuation. *looks away because I killed the reader again*. shit's kinda, well, shitty. y'all gonna go 👁️👄👁️❓ if you don't read part 1.

[tfotababe]

Chosen by the land

DESCRIPTION:

I got the idea from my last post. Jude and Cardan being able to control the weather with their mood. I kind of went a little crazy with my imagination and somehow altered (almost) everything about the original story… I also kinda made this because the fact that if Jude stays in Faerie for maybe a few hundred years and somebody drags her to the mortal world she would turn to dust right away because time would run for her again. I doubt Cardan would let that happen or that she would let that happen but I just need reassurance 😔😖🤧

Faerie!Jude (Might turn into a series or maybe just a compilation of scenes in an alternate universe where Jude is born almost fully Fae.)

P.S. If you could tell me what you think/places where you think I could improve in -- maybe it's my grammar, my use of words, or anything at all -- I'd really appreciate it :)

P.S.S. Tell me if you spotted a YOUR THRONE reference ;>

SYNOPSIS:

Jude is resentful of being born a Faerie. She hates how they look at her and how they speak of her. For all that, she can’t seem to let go of the land that makes her livid.

TAGS:

Alternate universe - Jude is born only 1/4 human and the rest is Fae || Scenario || High  Queen Jude || Jude’s mom is half Fae || Romance || Maybe fluff in the future

Word count: 3, 272

Can also be read here (Canva) (Docs)

Ch. #1: A Mortal Fae (Next Ch. ->)

JUDE is staring at a reflection in the Lake of Masks. It’s another of ‘those’ days. Again, I hate myself. I hate my father for killing my mother and my mother for being stupid enough to anger a redcap. I hate that they were careless enough to let the situation get so out of hand that even as his anger has gone, as she was six feet under, their children are still affected by the phantom of what they did. Even now, fifteen years after, rumors still go around about a half-fae, half-human wife of a red cap trying to run away with a mortal man for the second time only to get slain.  But of course, it would be talked about. The scene took place at a revel. A mortal man, holding the hand of a five-year-old Faerie, the well-known wife of the High General, carrying a pair of twin two-year-old toddlers. Only a few Fae had seen the actual thing happen. Still, who lied to you and said that Fae were private creatures? They have mouths after all, why not put it to good use? Thus, word spread.

JUDE stood up and headed home. I took my time walking through the trees. I breathed in the early morning scent. Faeries are nocturnal creatures. Most of them are asleep. I should be asleep. I’m one of them, after all. No, Fae is in my blood, but other than my horns, all of me looks human. The curves in my body could probably attest to that. Round breast, a curve in my waist and hip, thick legs, and full arms. Faes have flat bodies. I have features that are seemingly appropriate in both worlds, yet I’m still just a piece of a puzzle that fits perfectly but makes the whole image abnormal. I look human, but without glamour, people would be sure to give me a look. I could pretend my horns are part of a costume, but humans are curious creatures. Even as part of a costume they would take interest in my horns. In Elfhame, my head is the only thing Fae. In either, I would be found to be bizarre, strange, peculiar, an unnatural oddball.

JUDE reached her destination. I headed straight to my room. Careful not to wake anyone. When I reach my room, I jump into bed without changing my clothes. I would have to wake up later anyway. I could just wash up then. Right, I’ll sleep now to relieve myself of the things that tire me, to wake up again later to face the things I wanted to relieve myself of.

JUDE was woken up by Tatterfell. I woke up just as the sun was saying farewell. The sky was tinted with shades of yellow, red, and orange. It looked like fire. Fire, I hope to feel before I sleep again later. "You should wash your face before the water goes cold." Tatterfell’s voice broke my train of thought.  I look at the small silver tub with a gold rim before dipping my hand in to test the water. The warm water felt nice. I must be really tired. I never thought that bathing or washing myself was a good thing. It felt more like a chore, time wasted. Had it not been for hygiene, I don’t think I would have done it. My mouth formed a small smile by itself at the thought. How amusing; I find my own thoughts laughable. I cup my hands to scoop the water and lean in closer to the small tub so as not to wet my dress. I dry my face and head to the bath that Tatterfell prepared. When I’m done, I get into a pleated rose beige-colored dress. It has a V-neck that, fortunately, shows little of my cleavage. It had bell-type sleeves. It was a simple dress. "Can you wrap my horns in some hair?" I asked Taterfell, who was currently hooking a pointed cincher around my waist. "So you assume that I can refuse?" Silence "Of course." I say, more steadily than I heard the voice in my head say it. "I can't, child. I have a debt to pay. " She says, finishing up the cinchers. Contrary to her tone, she ushered me softly toward the vanity and did as I had requested. 

JUDE and Taryn headed to Noggle’s class. Breakfast was good. The cook did a great job today. "The dress… It looks really good on you. You look fresh…" Taryn told me in a hushed voice. I looked over to her and saw that she was already looking at me. Our eyes met, and we burst into a fit of giggles. Really, it’s nice to have a person who can give such compliments. 

JUDE and Taryn arrived. Though we gained a few stares from the other Fae, we were lucky enough to not be faced by Cardan and his lackeys when we arrived. Anyway, getting watched like that was a normal thing for us. I saw a free place to lay our blanket. I pointed it to Taryn, then we started to fix our place to make it comfortable enough. "You two make even the dustiest corner seem extravagant with how unpleasantly basic you are." A proud voice carried through the air. Taryn put her hand over mine. "You're wrinkling the blanket." she whispered. My hand relaxed and my jaw felt lighter. I must have tensed up. I turn to face Cardan. I want to punch that smirk off his face. "Thank you. I’ll take that as a compliment. " I can’t help the smile that crawls over my face when I see their expressions turn into scowls. Valerian looked especially bitter. I felt the need to keep talking. "Our being basic, differing from the place must mean we look unique. You must be really forgettable if you can’t stand out in plain surroundings." I tease, fake pity evident in my voice. THUMP. I felt pain in my back, pressure on my wrists, and weight on my torso that wasn’t mine. Valerian tackled me and is currently on top of me. I saw a glimpse of the Fae around us. Most were smiling and leering. Some didn’t care. Cardan’s face is unreadable, Locke looked worried, Nicasia looked satisfied. Valerian… He was seething. "Valerian, Jude didn’t mean it!" Taryn said, urgency in her tone. "Cardan! Please stop him! Please, we’re sorry! " Taryn sounds like she isn’t breathing when she says that. Meanwhile, Valerian tries to land punches. I avoided the first, and by the second time, I was able to free myself. I pushed him off me with the left hand he let go of. "You dare consider yourself better than us!" He yelled, lips thinning with every word. My first blow landed straight on his nose. When my fist left his face, blood was dripping down. Before I could land another, Taryn had pulled me back with my arm. Cardan looked at me and said, "Valerian, stop that… '' He pauses, keeping his eyes on mine “Don’t dirty your hands. Let filth stay on the ground where it belongs." He didn’t smile when he said that; instead I heard the grit of his teeth. He must be displeased with my being able to make one of his minions bleed. I’m pleased. Only, since I have a talent for getting under their skin, I can’t help but fire back. "Filth? Dirt? I hope you remember most of me is Fae. Are you implying that you are dirt yourself Cardan? " He only looked at me longer, smiled, then told his group not to waste time on us anymore. Nicasia helped Valerian stand. “Mortal filth.” She scowled at us after Cardan turned his back. “Jude, you scraped your elbow.” She took out a piece of cloth from the basket and tore it into half. Using the smallest bit, she rubbed the blood off with light fingers. When there wasn't any more blood she used the other piece to wrap my right elbow. She said that it should do for a temporary fix. 

JUDE’s class took a break. They make their warped view of us too obvious. I sometimes wonder how much worse it would be if we had been fully human. If we had been able to get glamoured, needed salt for our food, or were unable to stop ourselves from dancing at revels… I could only imagine what they would do. From the corner of my eye, I could see Cardan standing up. Nicasia tries to follow him but he says something that makes her look at him with pleading eyes, which Vivi and most mortals might refer to as cute. I personally wouldn’t. She looks like she’s choking on a whole orange. She sits back down and Cardan turns. Our eyes met. He smiles. I suddenly have the urge to use the hand sign Vivi had taught me. She said it meant something very offending that many mortals fight when somebody shows it to them but I doubt he’d know what it means. “Here.” Taryn caught my attention again. I moved my body to face her. While I had been looking around us, letting my mind wander, my twin was setting up the food on the blanket. The pens, inkpots, and parchment are now replaced with the sandwiches, jars of water, and meat that had been packed for us. I smile at Taryn; our silent thank you to each other. I let my skin feel the coldness of the air but it might as well be his lingering gaze. Burning through my nape only to leave a cold crack.

CARDAN headed to the Lake of Masks. Hatred. Cardan felt hatred. Whether it was for Valerian or Jude, he didn’t know. Whom he referred to as dirt and filth he didn’t know either. All he knows is that it’s probably not Jude. Jude. Jude. Jude. Jude. He hated that name as much as he couldn't get it out of his head. It repeats itself like a spell or a catchy song. He disliked that. He stops his pacing, kneeling in front of the lake instead. When he looked at the lake, rather than his face or any other Fae reflection, he saw her face. Her hazel eyes, her flowing brown hair. The face with the unnervingly dazzling features that appear in both his dreams and nightmares. Except he’d never seen this expression. She had tears in her eyes. Tears that, no matter what he did, he couldn’t prize out. Paired with a look of anger. Angrier than he had ever seen her. After just a few moments, she took a deep breath then as if they had been sea foam, her tears were gone, though they didn’t even fall, her anger left no trace, as though she had never felt it. Next thing he knew, she stood up and left. Just like that. Suddenly, his clothes felt too taut against his skin. Even after he wet his face with the water from the lake, the air still felt hot. He didn’t think he could go back to the lesson. It bored him stupid anyway. Besides, maybe, just maybe, he might not be able to stop himself if he sees her. And so, the cruel prince left the lake, looking agitated.

JUDE and Taryn’s class finished. Surprisingly, Valerian didn’t do anything more. He didn’t even so much as glare in our direction. He just left with Nicasia and Locke. If I hadn’t known better, I would be relieved. However, only a dunce-like creature would assume sudden quietness from an enemy is good. After all, silence weighs heavier than a thousand words. We walked through the woods in silence. Glancing at each other occasionally.  We’re identical only in our faces. Taryn was more similar to a Faerie with pointed ears and a body only slightly curved at her bust and bum. While the only thing Faerie that I have are my horns. Horns that even without, Taryn still looks a full Fae. Really. Taryn was meant to be born a folk. 

TARYN wondered what her twin was thinking. Jude had always been the rebellious twin. Taryn thought. Still, she hoped that Jude would stop putting her neck on the line. Jude was strong, of course she was. She took their father’s training more seriously than Taryn ever did. Except, even Faeries die if they clash with knives or fists. What more a mortal Fae? Looking at Jude, Taryn took notice of the differences that they had; her round ears and full body. Jude, more akin to humans, still felt more like a Faerie than she did. Sure, Taryn fit in, but only with her features and because she did what the Faeries who hated them told her to. Taryn knew that even if Jude had been fully mortal, she could still turn herself into something that fit into Elfhame. Jude didn’t need to be Fae to fit in because Jude could be poisoned and she’d come back to life, she could be dipped in heat and only come back stronger, she could be tossed into an unfamiliar place and she’d just make that place hers. Taryn’s mind was filled with compliments and astonishment for Jude. She felt small beside Jude. She didn’t like that. What was so different about them? They had the same face. They were both trained by Madoc. Sure, Taryn didn’t pay much attention, but it was because she was a woman. She could just marry a great man. Taryn was strong by herself too. After all, she was able to pull Jude by her arm a while ago. Taryn stopped looking at Jude. She looked straight in front of her instead. She worried if she looked for longer, the disgusting feeling eating at her would take over.

JUDE and Taryn arrived at Madocs estate. When we arrived, an imp told us that Madoc had called us to dine in a few hours. I told Taryn that I would be getting ready in my room. She nodded my way without looking at me. I decided not to take much notice of this. She might have something on her mind that she doesn’t want to share. That’s all right. I headed to my room and opened the windows to let the cold night air in. I felt it in my face and on my now bare arms. When I entered the room, I hesitated not for one second to remove my stuffy clothes. This is also when I notice that the neckline has ripped, that the center gore of my mortal underwear has been visible. It must have torn when Valerian launched himself on me. "The bath is ready." Tatterfell informed me while I removed the pinned hair from my horns. I smile at her through the vanity mirror, she only grunts in return. She turns back to tell me to hurry and get to the bath, then I’m alone again. As I sink into the water, I think back to why I felt hate towards my parents again. I remember a mortal film that Vivi showed us when we visited the mortal realm when we were fifteen and she was eighteen. The girl whom the story focuses on saw parents spending time with their child. Parents. It was something she didn’t have. Seeing something she lacked get enjoyed by another made her feel jealous. I closed my eyes and dipped my head in the water. I never thought I’d feel or even think the same. I kept my head underwater for as long as my lungs could go without air. I figured it wasn’t a long time, despite it not being a brief one either. I breathe in deeply a few times before relaxing against the bath. I hear a rustling just outside the door. I soon realized that I had left the window open. I curse myself while putting my clothes on. I grab the dagger on top of the small table. I creep to the door, making sure my footfalls stay as silent as possible. I push the door open, seizing the first figure that comes into view. Without thinking, I stabbed the opponent. My heart drops. It’s a stand-in. The real opponent is still in my room. I feel a kick at my side, toppling over to the ground, back first. I feel a familiar pain, the familiar pressure on my wrists, and the familiar weight on my torso. I see the moonlight reflecting on blonde strands; Valerian. He landed a punch on my face as I was processing the details. I try to move my arms only to find I can’t move my body. "You turn Elfhame into a dirty place. I’d like to kill you, but that would mean burying you somewhere in Elfhame." He looks up. I keep my expression as nonchalant as I can, though feeling the beating of my heart throughout my body. I’m afraid it would give away my facade. He stands up, a revolting smile plastered on his features. I’m able to move again. I push myself up onto my elbows. "Burn, you hideous mortal. Bring your vile ashes to your rotten world." I look at where his voice comes from right when he throws the candle in the stack of books. He smiles at me. He gives me a despicable look while walking over. The burning fire illuminating his face made his expression look something out of a nightmare. I almost froze yet again, but I was able to stand up just before he could grab me. "Still putting up a fight?" He says through gritted teeth. We go against each other for some time; throwing punches and trying to grab at each other. I land multiple punches to his face though it’s my kick that sends him toppling down. He scowls at me before pulling my leg. I feel the heat creep up my arms, I look to see my sleeves burning. I had landed just a few inches from the fire and my sleeves were caught. I tore them off and stomped on them. I look for Valerian and see him heading for the window. I go at him, ripping his grip from the windowsill. When I hear a thud I close the window. He’s going to be alright.

I look back into my room. It’s a mess; things scattered everywhere, broken pens that he swung my way, torn books, and fire burning through the wooden planks of the floor. I go to the door and yell for somebody to clean my room. While waiting, I took some soil from the ceramic urn vase on both sides of my bed. I put it over the fire to stop it from burning further. A bit of soil smudged on my wrist, only then did I realize that I had burned myself. I tear my other sleeve, it would look far too grotesque to have only one sleeve, to wrap it around my wrist. I don’t want to risk the burn getting worse. 

When the small imp, who told us about Madoc wanting us to dine, came into the room. I told her to tidy it up and left for Vivi’s deserted chambers with my change of clothes.

The room felt stifling but I couldn’t bring myself to open the window. I looked around and decided to sit down on her bed. I couldn’t help the sigh that comes out. When I said I wanted to feel fire before I slept, I really didn't mean it this way.

[yandere-sins]

The Exception

My friend let me try playing Hades on her switch and well... I kinda liked it. Namely, I liked all the characters, so my brain went like “what if they were yandere” and I had an idea for this story that I threw together this morning before working on the Fox Wedding (: The latter isn’t done yet, but this sure is, so who knows, mayhaps some of you will enjoy it! Just tried to answer the question how we could get Thanatos to whisk us away.

Characters: Yandere!Thanatos x Reader Warnings: Yandere, Blood, War, Wounds/Impaling, Major Character Death (???) or well dying, I read into greek history for almost an hour but if I gotten something wrong then so be it

Thanatos had seen enough of the world to know that he didn't want to stay on the surface forever. 

The current battle spreading before him was a mere reason to sigh deeply as he watched bodies fall left and right, their souls soon leaving to a better, or perhaps worse, place. It was mandatory he stayed, but Thanatos was well aware of which side was winning and which was losing. It was his duty and his work to know these things, even though it didn't make the fighting any less futile in his eyes.

Letting his gaze wander over the battlefield, he watched the red splatters on the ground, heard the crushing sounds of iron against iron and the cacophony of fearful and devastating screams. He still couldn't believe Zagreus would want to come to such a place. A place where there was futile fighting and too much light, but perhaps, it was a world that fit the Prince of the Underworld, as he was the same, even if Thanatos only recognized this fact bitterly. 

Finally, the battle was closing in on its end, just like the hundreds of people that found their death because of it. The ones who weren't dead yet slowly but surely started to hesitate and retreat. Even as the personification of death, Thanatos reckoned that a pointless death was scary, even though so many humans chose it over desertion. Their death was inevitable, preordained by Thanatos sisters. Still, he had seen many hold on to the last sparks of hope that they could escape Thanatos' grasp. 

And then, on the other side of the coin, were those that practically would have offered their life to Hades and fought to the end.

You weren't an exception. Yes, your quest and pride were your downfall, and by the gleam in your eyes Thanatos could tell you knew. You knew and recognized that you'd die. However, as if you were spiting him personally, you still continued to fight ahead of everyone else, gaining questioning glances from your comrades and contempt from your enemies, which you pulled to the ground one after another and sending them to hell. 

Many before you had this overzealous compulsion to make that best out of their inevitable demise. Thanatos would admit that yes, most had a good reason for it, like saving their family or fighting for their own life. Others simply lucked out on the gift of pride and ignorance, forcing themselves and occasionally many more lives with them into the deep, dark pits of death. 

What was your reason? Thanatos wondered. 

He still had time before he needed to take action, he could allow himself a short - minuscule, really - different thought than his upcoming work, and you presented yourself so nicely to him as the incarnation of death waited for the end of today's battle. It wasn't often that he had the leisure to let his thoughts wander, so Thanatos intended to use these few seconds, which would fall under the radar, to still his curiosity.

By the looks of it, you weren't an inexperienced fighter. Or perhaps, you were just a farmer judging by your muscles. Surely, you seemed enthusiastic about your task, so were you fighting for something more significant than the glory of your country? Family? A loved one? Thanatos couldn't help but be curious about what your drive was, as he had seen so many reasons, yet they were all the same. Perhaps, yours was new?

Even so, you were graceful as you swung your sword around. What did he know about footwork, but at least, yours seemed to pay off as you weren't dead yet. When one of your foes managed to smack off your helmet, Thanatos believed that was it, but alas, you regained your strength, charging at the very same attacker. 

In a way, fighting was like an elaborate play. The only difference was that neither of the parties knew the other one's move. The person reacting better was the winner. He couldn't find joy in watching wars, but even Thanatos had to admit that it was a joy watching you. Even if you lacked the enthusiasm as the heroic shades that lingered below, like Theseus, had, you fought a fight worth mentioning in the books as well. 

Every move you made, Thanatos could see the calculations in your eyes, that keen shine reflecting in them. The sun seemed to break through the clouds just to reach out to you, making your armor sparkle in its rays. Yes, you were a formidable human, and Thanatos caught himself thinking that it was a shame you were fighting even if you looked so beautifully while doing it. 

Taking another deep breath, he could see the swirls in the air left by it. While the winter wasn't affecting him, no matter how little clothes he wore, Thanatos felt a second of pitiful understanding for everyone who had to fight in those conditions. Undoubtedly, the cold armors, freezing hands and weapons, and frozen ground were another nemesis for every soldier out here. Even if their bodies stayed warm from adrenaline and running, it certainly was another reason many of your human bodies gave out quicker, merely submitting to their fate. It was fair enough for Thanatos. It meant his work was over faster, and judging by you being circled and the other soldiers at your side beginning to see the end coming towards them with long spears and sharp swords, it was all over soon. 

You had fought bravely, that much he could give you. Perhaps you had impressed him enough to put in an unusual good word for you with Hypnos, who'd pass it on to Hades himself, granting you a shot on being put into Elysium. But your fate had long been decided, and as you fell to the ground, the battlefield erupted in victorious screams, announcing your time of death. 

And also, his start of work. 

As the winners retreated one after one, happy whenever they found a friend that survived too, Thanatos passed by them and onto the battlefield instead. Unseen by the human eye, he began his duty of reaping, one soul after the other, as mangled and frustrated over their death as they were, following his orders as he shushed them away. Usually, some pleaded and bargained with him for another shot of life, but even if Thanatos had wanted, there was no way for him to help them. But that day, everyone seemed awfully aware that there was no negotiating nor mercy waiting for them as they looked at his figure, frightened and frustrated. A pointless battle, with meaningless deaths, brought forth the self-pity in them, but this wasn't the first battle Thanatos tended to, so he felt nothing akin to that. It also wasn't his duty to take care of the souls gathered here, as it was Hermes' job to lead to them. 

He had something very different on his agenda. You. 

It was unfortunate for both of you, but when he reached you, you had yet to breathe your last breath. One eye slowly and in pain, opened, the other one damaged from the blow to the head you had received. However, as you looked at him, serene clarity laid in your gaze, and you recognized him, mayhaps by the giant scythe he carried around. Your stare was clear and less afraid than he expected you to be when acknowledging him, but you closed your eyes as a cough overcame you, hot, red blood dripping down your lips. 

"Guess that's it," you croaked, and Thanatos could only stare. Conversing… wasn't his strong suit, and there wasn't exactly a reason to talk to you.

"Are you going to kill me?" you continued, undeterred by his silence, and Thanatos weighed his actions. "No, of course not," he eventually spoke, shaking his head slowly, the hood on his head shifting along to his movement. 

"Ouch, that's cruel. You'll just wait until I die like this?" 

Your words were nothing he hadn't heard before, and he didn't feel offended by them. However, he didn't expect your lips to briefly curl into a smile, adding a jesting notion to what you said. Even that wasn't new, but… it struck a chord inside the usual stoic bringer of death. "I can't end your suffering," Thanatos explained, hoping you'd simply know about the unspoken rule that he couldn't harm you. 

"I think, I get it," you heaved, feeling worse by the minute. "You are just making sure I know I am supposed to die here."

That assumption wasn't wrong, even though there had been more playing into his service than just that. Too many kept trying to escape their fate, and sort of, Thanatos was just checking and cleaning up what would be left. You still had some time before your organs would fail and finally take you to the grave, different from the other souls that were already leaving for their new home. 

"No, you will die here," he retorted firmly. 

"I could," you chuckled, followed by another painful cough. 

"Don't test me, Mortal."

In between deep breaths, you allowed yourself a short laugh. Just like him, you were probably aware that there was nothing worse that could happen to your situation, so his threat was just a way he hoped to shut you up with. In silence, he watched over you, until eventually, your eye opened up again. This time your gaze was searching for him - or something really - but your sight had already begun to cloud. No matter how proud and achieved you are in life, in the face of death, everyone looked the same.

 "I think I did a good job. You know, fighting. Thought that if I already had to do it, I might as well give it my damn best."

More coughing. Thanatos watched the puddle of blood around you grow by the second. The spear inside your body must have been stirring up your insides the more you talked. Thanatos had expected something like this, you, young as you still were, had been led by the belief that doing your best could make up for the fact that you'd die. "But in the end, it was worth nothing, right? We lost after all."

Thanatos could only stare as he wondered what you expected him to say. He came here, knowing your life would end here, so really, the hope you had put into yourself didn't have the same disappointment to him now as it did to you. And yet, as he listened to you, seeing your body battered up with cuts and bruises, for the first time in centuries, he felt something akin to pity for you, and you specifically.

"Why did you fight then?" he asked, perhaps against your expectations. 

"Why? Because they told us too. The King ordered us to fight this battle, and only he could have known how many soldiers our opponent would bring."

"You could have run." Thanatos tried to stay as detached from you as possible, though it didn't quite work, your words taking their influence on him. "Can you?" you retorted before letting out a long sigh. Death was near, literally as well as figuratively. 

"Can you run from your duties? You don't have to do this either, do you?" 

"I do--"

"Really?"

There was no immediate response this time, your question justified, despite your little mortal soul undoubtedly never understanding the burdens on the shoulders of Gods. The world would stop if they all decided to not continue their work and fulfill their duties and expectations. If Thanatos stopped, no one would die anymore, and but the suffering of everything would never disappear too. 

"Dying sucks," you whispered, turning your head away. 

"I reckon," he muttered indifferently. Not like he could talk about it from experience. It must be painful, dreadful, and, depending on the circumstances, frustrating too. Right now, though he couldn't imagine the extent, you must have felt so hopeless and so, so scared. There wasn't much other reason for your banter.

"Thanatos… I always thought it was a pretty name, even if everyone feared it." Regaining his attention after finding himself momentarily lost in thoughts, he looked down at you again, watching as your eyelid closed slowly. "Say what you want, but you can't blame them for fearing death, and alas, me."

"Perhaps if they talked to you, they wouldn't be so afraid."

"Meaning you don't feel so afraid anymore?"

A smile danced over your lips once more, a truly unusual sight for a soul so close to their end, and especially after talking to him. Hypnos often teased Thanatos with being too formal and dutiful to be amusing, and Hades beware, comforting. Though he didn't care for his twin's words, yours did make him feel... happy. 

"Let's go then," you whispered, and Thanatos kneeled down, his hand falling to your wrist, listening to your pulse. Even with the feeling of your heart still desperately pumping blood through your body, only to lose it through your wounds, you didn't utter another word afterwards. You undoubtedly were dying, but perhaps, for now, you were merely unconscious as your lungs didn't stop reaching for air, and your heart used all your strength to function. 

Once more, the sun broke through the clouds, shining down right at you two, bringing Thanatos into the predicament of being blinded as it reflected off your armor. Perhaps he understood it now. Understood how unfair it was that someone like you, innocent and kind, was doomed to die out here. How awful his job on this day was, forcing him to take you to Tartarus and put you before the judgment of the god residing there. 

So what if... he didn't. 

He couldn't heal your wounds, nor make you feel better. But what he could do is battle the fate, earn the scorn of many, but at least, even if he took out the spear from your bloody body, you'd live. You'd live to tell your tale, and who knew, even he could apply some bandages, so maybe you'd recover some. 

It was a risk, and one Thanatos did not like taking, nor found pleasure in executing. But you couldn't refuse to come to this battle, whereas he, perhaps, after all these years, could refuse to do his job once. For your sake, and unbeknownst to him at that time, for his own even more.

His scythe disappeared in favor of Thanatos grabbing for the dreadful spear. Never before had he experience the kind of sound a wound could make from so close, and by the gods, he hoped he never would again. It was just your luck that you were unconscious, or the pain would have perhaps killed you faster than your wounds.

Leaning down, he scooped you up, his hand sullied with your blood and the dirt on the ground. The snow wasn't cold when he touched it, but your body was warm in his arms and still alive. Your threat of fade wasn't cut yet, and he wouldn't do it. With you in his arms, he stepped back, looking into your sleeping face before he retreated from the battlefield with a quiet, "Let's go."

No, the surface wasn't a place Thanatos liked to linger. It was too loud, too wrong, and too bright. But to see your smile, lively and happy, one more time, he didn't need to stay above ground. Where you were going, it was dark and, at times, lonely if you weren't a being born there. But you'd also be safe and alive for as long as you wished to.

And Thanatos would be with you, even if everyone would turn against him and his decision, for all eternity if he must.

[five-rivers]

So, you keep mentioning how you write the ghosts kinda like fae.

For the fae, names have power.

The first thing most did when they crossed over, when they stopped being here and started being there, when the word ‘mortal’ ceased to apply, was shed their names.  

Danny did not have that luxury.  

His name was known, and it itched.

“Daniel,” purred Vlad, draped with incongruous elegance over the arm of the stained and frayed living room couch.  

Danny twitched.  “Vladimir,” he responded, not even bothering to hide his venom.  

Vlad frowned.  

This was their stand off.  They each knew the other’s true name, their full true name, ironically enough, from the same source: Danny’s parents.  

Thus, they had a deal.  They wouldn’t use their names against one another in their disputes so long as the other didn’t first.  

That deal said nothing about using the names to annoy one another for petty purposes or posturing.  Vlad had made this quite clear shortly after the inception of the deal.

“Don’t be like that, dear boy,” said Vlad.  “Come, sit with me while your parents show off their latest ridiculous invention.”  He sipped at his glass, the level of the blood-red liquid inside not lowering even by a hair.  

Interesting thing was, Danny’s parents weren’t bound at all by the deal.  Danny suspected their inadvertent use of Vlad’s full name was responsible for Jack’s continued life.  

Among other things.  

“So,” said Danny, “how long have you been there?”

“An hour,” said Vlad, upper lip curling.  “I should have known they would get distracted down there.  Especially your oaf of a father.”

“You know,” said Danny.  “There’s a very simple solution to this problem.  One that would prevent it from ever reoccurring.”

“If my decades of research have failed to reveal-”

“Stop coming here.  Seriously, it’s like you’re punishing yourself or something.  They’re the only people in the world who still know your full name and use it.  If you just stayed away, poof!  The problem would be gone.”

“I could say the same for you, little badger,” said Vlad, swirling his glass.  

“I’m fourteen and they’re my parents.”

“With enough money and power,” said Vlad, the liquid in his glass slowly rising, as if to illustrate, “anything is possible.”

“Except getting off the couch, huh.”

The scowl on Vlad’s face could have killed small mammals.  Luckily, it was too late for Danny.  

He rolled his eyes.  He didn’t want Vlad stuck in his house until his parents emerged from the lab, which could be hours from now.  

“You want help?”

“What’s the price?”

“No evil plans for the next month.”

“Twenty-four hours.”

“Two weeks.”

“Two days.”

“The next week.  Or I leave you here.  Odds are even I’ll have more peace that way.”

“Oh, alright, alright.  You free me from this predicament, and I’ll refrain from enacting any ‘evil plans’ for the next week.”

“Great,” said Danny, starting to walk away.

“Where are you going?” demanded Vlad.

Danny smirked over his shoulder.  “To remind my parents of your existence.  It’s a lot easier than trying to countermand whatever they told you to do.”

Vlad looked like he’d been bitten into a lemon.  

Danny continued to the basement door, waving over his shoulder.  It was a lot easier.  It also meant that his parents would waste even more of Vlad’s time showing off their latest half-finished and theoretically unsound invention.  

A win-win situation.  For Danny, anyway.  He might not have any great skill at chess, but he could certainly use the cards dealt to him.  

“Mom, Dad?” he called down into the basement.  “Vlad’s still here!”

There was a thump and a muffled oh no.  Danny’s smile broadened, and he walked away, a spring to his step.  

A whole week, free of Vlad’s evil plans.  There were so many things he could do!

[anyoneseenadam]

Home: Chapter eight

azriel x reader (acotar)

summary: (y/n) is a daughter of Persephone, still recovering from the trauma of her fall into Tartarus and doesn’t have time for a stupid, handsome, annoying, stunning, injured man. But now they’re stuck together in the middle of nowhere and there only chance of getting home is if she can heal him, and fast.

warnings: big spoilers for mark of Athena and house of Hades, also for the acotar series, eventual smut, blood, PTSD, graphic descriptions of violence, injuries and torture, enemies to lovers so az is a bit of a dick to start, swearing

word count: 1.6k 

a/n: ahhh this is the last part and I’m kinda sad but at the same time I don’t want to drag it out, I also have a new idea for a dorian x reader so it’s a good thing to finsih one but am still sad. I hope you enjoy I made it extra fluffy (also had a cheeky wee hint back to the first part)

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You were sat in front of a large mirror, taking in your appearance as you listened to the noise downstairs, the hustle and sounds of people speaking as they rushed about in preparation a sharp contrast to the silence of your and Azriel’s shared room. The girl looking back at you in the mirror was beautiful. Her hair was pinned up, revealing a long neck adorned with a simple necklace your lover had gifted you. Your skin was clear as well, any blemishes you had, any scarring from acne you had picked at, was gone, replaced by dewy, glowing skin. In fact everything about you seemed to glow, your hair was shinier, your skin had a new ethereal sense about it, and you looked more like your mother than you ever had before.

You heard a clatter of plates downstairs and bit your lip with a slight smile, running your hands over you dress. It was baby pink, as you had commented that white may be a little on the nose, with a deep V-neck and white and pink flowers trailing down the heavy skirt, you had picked it out with the help of Feyre and Mor who had dragged you out shopping, giggling when you had stared in shock at the sheer number of dresses you only believed existed on Pinterest. You reached over the vanity and picked up the delicate gold dangling earrings that you had ‘bought’ (Azriel had technically bought them but you certainly paid him back) and put them on, gazing wistfully at your now pointed ears.

So much had changed so quickly. Azriel’s family were extremely welcoming, instantly treating you like they had known you forever. You became incredibly close with Cassian and Nesta, much to Azriel’s amusement, as you bonded over books with Nesta and a general love of Azriel with Cassian. Nesta was officially sold on you when she finished ‘Call Me by Your Name’ the day you gave it to her, the two of you discussing it all night as you made promises to find a way to show her the movie. Rhysand and Mor treated you like a sister, the three of you soon teasing each other, Amren genuinely laughing when you let loose your more creative insults. The only one who seemed reserved at first was Elain, but soon the two of you were spending hours in the garden as you taught her about the different needs that different plants had and how to grow them most effectively.

Azriel had never been more in love. He already knew you were mates but now that it was official, and possible, he felt like he was on cloud nine. He was in love with how quickly you feel asleep in his arms. The way you lit up when talking about your passions, hands moving widely. He was in love with the way your eyes sparkled constantly now, only rarely being overcome with shadows, ones that he had learned to help dispel, you were laughing more and had even started showing your back again. When you went to the House of Wind to train with Cassian and Azriel one summer afternoon you had removed your top, leaving you in a simple sports bra, not missing the mix of pride and desire in Azriel’s eyes as you continued your exercises.

“Can I ask what happened?” Nesta had asked late that day, Feyre looking up from her book, Nyx cradled in one arm. You had explained, and after, when you expected to be pushed away, Feyre had simply passed Nyx to Nesta and wrapped her arms around you, holding you for a long while, even when the Illyrians entered the room. When she pulled away you noticed the tears in her eyes and offered her a small smile, as she whispered to you.

“You’re with your family now, nothing like that will ever happen again.” And then you were crying too.

Now you were sat in your low-back dress with your hair up, scars on display for anyone to see. You had been woken at nine am by an excited chorus of fae women and all but shoved into a bath, your hair washed, and skin scrubbed until you felt new-born. You had been brought a strong, dark coffee and some honeyed toast as you sat soaking in the bath, your friends moving about outside tidying your room and fishing out everything you needed, before you were pulled from the bath and forced to dry. When you had walked back into the room, you found Mor wiggling her eyebrows as she passed you a bag which, on further inspection, you found contained an intricate set of baby blue lingerie making you laugh loudly as you thumbed the material. They had then crowded you, Nesta drying and styling your hair as Feyre did your face, treating it alike one of her beautiful paintings, Elain painting and filing your nails as Amren and Mor sat sipping on champagne, both donned in beautiful, dark silk dresses, as they discussed the day ahead. You felt alike a princess when they were done and had commented as much, gaining you a glass of champagne and a comment on how you looked like one too. However they soon left, claiming there was much to sort out downstairs and that they had no faith in the boys to get it sorted.

Now you were sat alone, your gaze had moved to outside your window where light snow had started falling. You stood and moved the open window, perching on the ledge, smiling when a robin landed next to you, flying to rest in your palm, it’s ruby coloured breast not making you flinch. You still had nightmares as you were still part god and probably always would have the dreams you had grown used to; however you were making progress.

“If you’re planning on running away that ledge is too high,” You smiled as you heard his voice, turning to see your beautiful mate smiling at you.

“Maybe Cassian can come and fly me out,” you challenged,

“Ha, ha.” He deadpanned and you giggled, standing to wrap yourself in his arms,

“In my world it’s bad luck for the groom to see the bride before the service,” you whispered into his chest,

“This technically isn’t a wedding,”

“That’s a fair point,” you muttered, and he smiled down at you,

“It would be a shame to deprive me of this sight, you look beautiful princess,” he spun you out of his arms and you giggled, making his heart swell with love.

“It would, wouldn’t it?”

“C’mon, we should go soon, Cassian’s already crying,” you laughed and grabbed his hand as he pulled you along and down the stairs. You gasped when you reached the bottom, there were flowers everywhere, the whole room transformed into a fairy wonderland that made you feel giddy. You smiled when you saw that Cassian was in fact, already tearing up as he stood to greet you, complementing you and thanking you for making his brother so happy, you had laughed and shoved him away in your emotional state, not wanting to cry so early, as you moved to the sink in the room that was spraying a fine mist of water, creating a rainbow.

“Oh Iris, Goddess of the Rainbow, show me Nico Di Angelo, Camp half blood.” You threw in a golden drachma, the image wavered before revealing your friends and family on the other side, waving, and sending greetings. The inner circle came over and you all conversed for a while before Azriel was rather impatiently tugging on your hand and you moved onto the ceremony, with just your found families present. Having been raised mortal you insisted on exchanging rings, and Azriel was completely happy to oblige, obsessed with the feeling of pushing the ring onto your finger and kissing you, having someone that was wholly his, and who he was completely devoted to.

The rest of the day was spent curled under Azriel’s arm, sipping cocktails, and laughing as you were told all the most embarrassing things the inner circle could dig up. You ate delicious food and laughed with your friends, you heart aching at how naturally this happiness came to you now as you gazed at the man you loved.

You stood outside, breathing in the fresh air, and enjoying the slight chill that came through the thin shawl you had wrapped around you shoulders. Soon you felt a familiar hand press into your hip, pulling you into his side tightly. You looked up at him, still in wonder of how you landed such a beautiful man.

He caught your gaze, brushing a snowflake of your cheek and grabbing your hand, pressing a light kiss into the palm. “Penny for your thoughts?” He asked, gaze so full of love that tears welled up in your eyes.

“I’m just so glad you got stabbed,” you muttered, and he laughed before you continued, “I’m serious, I don’t know where I’d be if we hadn’t met, but you are everything to me and I’m so glad we pushed through, I’m so glad we fought to be together.”

“I love you.” He whispered into your hair as he pulled you in tightly, his scarred hands moving over your scarred back as you sighed, content.

“I love you.” You replied, pulling away and watching as a red admiral butterfly landed on a nearby poppy.

[thesunicarusfellfor]

I found you through your Mortal Of Gold fic, and like many others I'm just enamored by it. You wouldn't happen to have any more ideas or headcanons for this AU, would you? I would love to see this idea/world expanded on! (Hope you don't mind if I give myself an icon. Bold enough to talk, but not enough to do it off anon- 💟)

I just gave happy squealing noises for a few minutes because I REAAAALLY want to talk about what I have planned! Also Hi <3 anon! (Sorry, computer atm)

Dream himself was originally going to be a god with XD being a god of gods, and George was supposed to be the high priest, but then I realized that a god having a higher god complex would complicate things further. Plus George wouldn’t exactly rob someone.

The Upperlands (which will basically be explained when the reader wakes up) is basically like Palutena’s Temple/Skyworld map from Smash. GUESS WHERE I GOT MY LOVE OF ICARUS FROM.

Speaking of Upperlands, there is a Lowlands, but it won’t be expanded upon too much?

Chat’s voice in Philza’s mind actually sounds like multiple voices at once and it’s hard for anyone but Phil to understand. Hence why Chat isn’t seen talking to anyone else, they are trying to, they just can’t understand the bird.

Techno can take control of the minds of his ‘Millionaires’, which is what happened in the first chapter with the gold and red eyes.

Chat, and the voices bully their gods. A lot. It's great.

Tubbo was going to be the god of Pollenation and Loyalty.

Tommy was originally going to be a mortal as well, but I decided against it last moment. Literally, I was going to post the story then I rewrote it.

I use it/its pronouns for Chat because there were too many places where using they/them sounded as if I was talking about the reader

the reason the reader was in a white and red outfit was because Phil and Techno argued about wanting them in the gods’ respective colours. Techno just grabbed the outfit from Phil and dunked the lower half in crimson dye. (surprisingly it was dye and not blood)

XD has a god god complex. He’s a god. That believes he is a god amongst gods, that’s just a better god. 

Every dsmp character will have an interaction with the reader at some point. One of my favourite interactions that I have planned is BBH and the Reader talking. BBH is one of the gods of the Lowlands.

Originally this was supposed to be set in modern times with a Wiccan reader, but I couldn’t figure out how to continue it. So it’s kinda set in Egypt?

Yes, the reader did have a family.

Chat is actually the souls of the children and mortals that Philza protected over the years that died of old age.

Mumza, Kristen, is actually involved in this story! (She is the Goddess of Void and Death) But she is only a motherly figure to the souls travelling to the afterlife, which is why she is called Mumza. She has no correlation with Philza.

To be honest I actually don’t know how much to write without giving things away!

[imherongraystairstrash]

I don’t think this is along the line of your usual fics, at least I’ve only seen you post one thing in the TDA series, but would you be willing to write Kit and Kieran bonding after Kieran finds out that they’re related? Because I just feel like Kieran would be happy to have a family member that he actually likes, and isn’t a horrible person.

Yes! Kieran would be so happy to have a family member that doesn’t treat him horribly! I also want to apologize for posting this monster of a fic. I just had too much fun writing this! Kit’s POV is something I didn’t know I needed to write until now. ALSO, it broke my heart to write some of this so... You’re welcome. 

Characters: Kit & Kieran bonding times (platonicccc I don’t want anyone thinking this is anything other than platonic because, ew)

Notes: This is a couple of days before Kit goes to live with Jem and Tessa :)

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Kit had been staring out into the distance for so long, time seems to have lost it’s essence. He kept telling himself to stop standing there and go back inside. Perhaps he should do some packing, since Jem Carstairs and Tessa Gray were going to come in a couple of days and take him to Devon. But all Kit had done this evening was this; looking out at LA and wondering how his life had changed so drastically in the span of a couple of months.

He had the balcony door open and turned to find Kieran standing there.

“Is it alright if I stay here?”

Kit simply nodded at him and then turned back to the view. It was a really nice view. Nothing like the one he had in his old house.  

Kieran rested his forearms on the railing and looked out at the city, just as Kit was doing. 

“Do you mind if I ask you a question?” Kieran asked. 

“Nope, go ahead.” 

“When you look out at this view,” Kieran said, “do you see what you would consider to be ‘home’?”

Kit shrugged. “I’ve never seen LA from here before, so it doesn’t really look like home. Except for that street over there; I used to pass it when I was going to school in the morning.”

Kieran squinted, trying to identify the street. He didn’t know why, but Kit sort of liked that he was actually putting in the effort to find the street he was talking about. Most people would shrug it off or nod and smile a fake smile, just so that they could end the small talk. It sort of felt like Kieran actually cared about what Kit said. 

“Is it the one that goes along that building with red lights?”

“Uhh,” Kit looked at the expanse of red lights, none of which were near the street he had been talking about. “Not really. It’s the one that has that stop sign at the end of it.”

“I’m afraid I do not have knowledge of what a ‘stop sign’ is or what it may look like.”

Kit’s eyes widened and he bit back the urge to say “wow”. How old was this guy? How secluded was Faerie? He didn’t ask those questions though, because they seemed rude. 

“It’s okay, Kieran. I won’t be offended if you don’t want to keep looking for it. I mean, it’s pretty small.”

“No, I want to find this path you had taken to your school in the past. It feels important.”

“Oh okay. Umm,” Kit looked at the street. “Oh, do you see that green car over there?”

“Hm. Oh yes! I do see it!”

“Okay, to the right of that road, is the street I was talking about.”

“Is there a woman and a man professing their love to one another, for all to see, on the lighter road, beside that bigger, darker road?”

Kit blinked. And then he understood. “Oh, you mean that couple making out on the sidewalk? Yeah, that’s the one.”

Kieran smiled, clearly proud he’d found the street. Kit smiled too, because it had been a little fun. Then his mind drifted and he thought about how Kieran was supposedly related to him. That was really weird. He also looked nothing like Kieran; but maybe that was because they weren’t that related.

“Hey, Kieran?”

“Yes?”

“How are we related again? Are we like cousins or something?”

“I think your great-great grandmother was my half sister?”

“Oh.” Kit said. “Well, I still don’t know what to call you. Are you like my great-great-great uncle, then?”

Kieran looked pensive. “Perhaps?”

“Cool.” 

“I was thinking it was a bit hot, actually.”

Kit felt his jaw drop. What the hell?

“What?”

Kieran looked at him surprised. “You said you were cold, but I think it’s rather warm outside. Hot, even.”

Kit released a breath in relief. “Oh, oh okay. Thank God.” 

“For what?”

“Oh, nothing.”

They looked out at the landscape in front of them. Kit was going to just let the silence hang, when he suddenly felt bad for his Triple-G Uncle (yes, he thought, that’s what I should call him). 

“Oh, Kieran?”

“Yes?” 

“When someone says ‘cool’ they usually mean, like…‘nice’.” 

Kieran looked at him and tilted his head to the side. “I don’t believe I follow…”

“It’s like… uh… you see, i—it’s hard to explain. Let me think.” Kit furrowed his eyebrows trying to figure out how to explain. “Well, it’s like saying ‘awesome’ or ‘great’, you know?”

Kieran pressed his lips together. “Oh. That makes a little bit of sense.”

“Oh, really? Cool! I thought what I just said just confused you even more.” 

“No, no. I think I understand now, especially after you used it in a sentence.”

“Huh. And you’re not just saying that to make me feel better?”

Kieran eyed him. “Even if I wanted to, I cannot lie. I’m Fae.”

“Oh, yeah.” Kit bit his lip. “I forget that sometimes.”

Kieran snorted. “I don’t.”

Kit pressed his lips together. He wanted to know more about his ancestors, and now was as good a time to ask. And when would he get a better opportunity to learn? Here was Kieran, who was raised in the Unseelie Court. Just ask, Kit, he thought. Just ask the stupid question already, before you leave and won’t ever be able to know. Just do it. 

Kit almost laughed because that reminded him of a vine he had first seen in second period math. Then, he shuddered because ugh, second period math. That class was torture unlike any he had ever endured. 

Anyways, what had he been thinking about? Oh yes; he had to ask Kieran his question.

“Christopher?”

Darn it. Just when he was going to ask his question. “Yeah?”

“I do not recall ever having a family member that has never tried to kill me or was cruel, save my brother, Adaon.”

“Oh,” Kit said, eyes wide as he shifted his weight uncomfortably from one foot to the other. “That’s um—that sucks, Kieran. I—I’m sorry?”

“Why do you apologize?”

Kit frowned, “I don’t know. That’s the sort of thing people say.”

Kieran hummed. “You mortals apologize too much.”

Kit didn’t have anything to say, other than ‘sorry’ which would be kinda dumb, considering what Kieran just said. So, he opted for silence.

“As I was saying,” Kieran continued. “I do not think I have had a good relationship with family members for a long time, so I hope you can forgive me if I do not keep good company; I don’t interact well with others because of my upbringing.”

“Oh.” Kit bit his lip, absentmindedly. What does this mean? 

As if reading his mind, Kieran added quickly. “I just thought that perhaps we could try to be each other's family?”

“Nobody’s ever wanted me to be their family member before.” Kit mumbled. 

“I can say the same for myself.” Kieran said. “I thought maybe we could talk and introduce ourselves better. I know family isn’t just blood but—”

“I’d like that.” Kit interrupted, without meaning to. “Get to know each other, I mean.” 

Kieran looked surprised. “You would?”

“Yeah. I mean, you seem pretty dope—I mean, interesting.” 

Kieran smiled. “You, too, seem ‘dope’”

Kit laughed at that. Maybe it would be fun to teach Kieran modern slang. 

“Okay, first things first though, nobody really calls me Christopher, unless I royally messed up. You can call me Kit, instead.”

And so they talked to one another. Nothing too deep. It was the type of conversation that has no real subject to it, and because of that, it was enjoyable. Kit got to ask his question about Faerie and Kieran asked him questions about the mundane world. Kit even showed him the Katy Perry left shark meme. Kieran’s face when Kit told him that there were people inside those costumes could have also been a meme. 

Kit did not know where life would take him. He supposed that living with Jem and Tessa couldn’t be too bad. Who knew? Maybe they won’t ignore him as his dad had. Then again, isn’t that what parents normally do with their children? Just pretend like they don’t exist, except for times when it’s convenient for them? 

It didn’t really matter, not right now. At least Kieran felt Kit was worth his time, and maybe, just maybe, he could have the relative he never had.

Yes, that would be nice.

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