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tigerseye46 · 3 years ago

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Following in His Father’s Footsteps (Evil Peaches Au)

Summary: Years ago the Zhu-Sun family attacked, lost in their grief. Sun Wukong faced of against his former sworn brother who led the heavenly army to apprehend him. With his magical axe, the Demon Bull King managed to seal the Monkey King under a mountain. The Demon Bull King then disappeared from the public eye, leaving his son and wife to live their lives. Princess Iron Fan and Red have reunited with the king, uncertain of rather to find him and reach out. Red might have to find his father rather he likes it or not.

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Jin started with, “The thing you need to understand about the legends, kid, is that the story is never finished. Heck, just look at me and Yin! People know only part of our story and centuries after that we’re still going!”

“Now… emerging from Flower Fruit Mountain after years of being protectors, Sun Wukong and Zhu Bajie attacked. Heaven sent soldiers to apprehend them but none could stop them except… your dad! Using his axe, your dad managed to trap the Monkey King under a mountain. With that done, the Demon Bull King vanished, never to be seen again. Legend says his axe remains on top of the mountain, keeping our world from being destroyed. With the Monkey King sealed and Zhu Bajie in hiding, civilization was able to advance into the amazing world you see today.”

He placed a hand on Red’s back and guided him a few steps forward so he didn’t see Yin snag a bag of chips. “All thanks to the Demon Bull King,” he finished with his arm in the air.

Red narrowed his eyes. “Yes, I know. I know the story of how my father sealed the Monkey King.”

The gold demon ruffled his hair, Red growled in response and quickly waved him away. “Well, sometimes you could use a reminder. You’re too distracted by that gadget of yours.”

The younger looked at the object in his hands. “Well, it’s better than dealing with you idiots. You know mother will be mad when she catches you two.”

“And she is,” Princess Iron Fan hissed and ripped the bag away from Yin, attracting some attention from customers. “Don’t take things from my store! I’m not running a charity here, boys!”

The silver one replied, “Oh c’mon, Iron Fan! Lighten up! It’s not that big of a deal! Plus my brother was paying in wisdom!”

Iron Fan fumed, “WISDOM DOESN’T PAY FOR THIS PLACE!” She massaged her temples and turned towards her kid. “Sweetie, you’ve been slacking off all morning. Can you pick up the pace?”

“Actually, mom, I was about to take my break so…”

“Break? That’s all you've been doing. There is no break! I need you to go!”

She pushed her son out with a grocery bag. She heard a crinkle and spun around to face the two demons who had chips in their mouth. “BOYS,” she shouted and began her chase.

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Red raised a brow as they fiddled with his invention, completely oblivious to their surroundings. The place they stumbled into was an abandoned construction site, planks of wood resting on the side, and rocks littered the area.

The demon paused when a noise reached their ears. “I’ve waited too long for this moment. Is everything ready?”

“Almost done, papa” came a response.

The demon gasped and hid behind some rocks. “Finally, after all these years, we finally have the method to lift the Demon Bull King’s axe” said the first voice.

Red peaked their head to see their father’s weapon, it shimmered in all its glory. “Father’s axe!” He hopped up onto some pipes to get a better vantage point. A purple bird squawked in surprise and gave a displeased look. Red paid them no mind.

He observed a pig demon in blue hanfu with golden cloud patterns and a crown, a monkey with a red bandanna, and a bunch of other monkeys crowded around the mountain. He clasped a hand over his mouth. It was the Monkey King’s husband, Zhu Bajie, and their son, Xiaotian.

“My love will finally return to me. Heaven has taken everythin’ from us but I’ll have him back the second we remove it. My handsome lǎogong…” Bajie paused when something caught his eye. A monkey climbed on top of the mountain and tried to pull on it when they received a bolt of electricity that sent them crashing against a wall.

Xiaotian pulled the other up. “Are you okay?” The other bobbed their head. “Good. And good job for trying but we already attempted that. It’s going to take more than that to get rid of that weapon. Only a few are capable of wielding it. But combined with my powers and the gauntlet I invented I should be able to free dad.”

“You’ve worked really hard. I’m proud of you.”

“Thanks, papa!” He presented the golden power glove and got on top of the mountain. He grasped the axe, purple and golden sparks flying as he struggled to pull it off. The weapon broke away from it. “I DID IT,” he yelled in an excited and ecstatic tone as he lifted the weapon in the air, receiving praises from his subjects.

When nothing happened Xiaotian turned back to his papa. “Why isn’t it working? Papa, are you sure this is the right place?”

“Well I don’t know of any other mountain with a magical axe trappin’ my husband,” he huffed.

The mountain rumbled and the group stepped back with Bajie placing a hand in front of his son’s chest to shield him if need be. Wukong emerged from the mountain, fur ragged, some of it torn, and soot covered his armor. Xiaotian beamed. “DAD!”

The Monkey King gazed at himself with reddish-orange eyes, a pleased chuckle slipping past. He dusted the soot off and proclaimed, “I’ve finally returned.”

Red stared at the scene. No… no way was the Monkey King free. He had no idea what to do, maybe out of sight. Yea, that’s it, if he stayed out of sight then he wouldn’t have to face the Monkey King directly and could alert people. His thought was interrupted by the bird pecking his hands. “Hey! Go away! I mean it!”

Bajie grinned at his love, taking hesitant steps forward, tears began to swell. “My lǎogong, I’ve missed you so much.”

Wukong stared at him with eyes blown wide and a gasp. “BAJIE!”

They ran towards each other and gripped the other tightly. The king examined his partner’s face, their foreheads pressed together. “You’re safe,” the king’s voice quivered. “Last I saw… oh, my Bajie, you’re safe.”

The pig nodded, he sniffled. “Yes, love, I’m safe. I missed you…”

“I missed you too. I missed you so much.” They kissed passionately before Wukong broke away and asked, “How did you manage to free me?”

“It wasn’t me, love. It was our son.”

He gestured to their child who stood there shyly, the axe placed aside. Wukong ruffled the boy’s hair. “I’m so proud of you, bud. You’ve grown so much.”

Xiaotian grinned and hugged his father. “Thanks, dad! I missed you. I tried really hard to find a way to free you!”

“And you did an excellent job!”

Xiaotian flapped his hands at his father’s praise. “Now, us, the Zhu-Sun family, can get our revenge!”

Red Son held in another gasp, this couldn’t be happening. The bird continued to peck at him and in an instant, Red fell and landed right on top of Xiaotian. “Uhhhh… someone ordered groceries.” He smiled sheepishly as he held up the plastic bag.

“HEY! GET OFF! You ruined a nice family moment,” the younger monkey growled and shoved the demon off of him.

Sun Wukong curled a brow. “If it isn’t Red Son, been a while. Seems you’ve fallen into our midst.” He sighed as if resigned to the situation. “It seems a waste to crush someone like you right off the bat but it will certainly hurt your father.” He smirked, disregarding their past battle and focusing on the present. “And that’s what I’m counting on.”

He was about to strike when his son interrupted with, “I’ll take care of it, dad. Don’t waste your energy. I want to show you how much I’ve grown!”

The king placed his arms behind his back and agreed, “Alright, my son. Do what you wish.”

Red tried to tiptoe away when Xiaotian bragged, “Now you’re very lucky, grocery boy. It’s not every day someone gets crushed by the Zhu-Sun family!” Red stared at the axe, something called to him. “Are you listening? I won’t let my family be disrespected!” He attempted to punch the demon but he blocked it… blocked it with the axe.

All hell broke loose.

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Red panted as Yin and he landed on the ground. Yin snapped a picture and went “Wow! That was fun!”

“Yin!”

“What a workout. Almost like a game of tag!”

“It wasn’t a game of tag,” he snapped. “I kinda almost died back there.”

“You didn't, so you’re fine! We should do that more often. Maybe play at the arcade, I’m hyped! Should invite your friend too.”

“Actually he was trying to kill me.”

Yin’s face turned dark and he looked at Red with murder in his eyes. “Where does he live?”

He was about to respond when a shout of “Red! Where are you? You are in so much trouble!” Iron Fan stomped up to them. “Would you like to explain why someone gave a zero-star review regarding your grocery deliveries?”

“Well, mom, what happened with that is…”

“Congrats, Iron Fan! Zero stars are still good,” he joked.

“Quiet, Yin! Zero stars are terrible! You better explain… wait where did my son go?” She spun around as Red ran into the store.

“Sorry, mom!”

———-

Meanwhile, the Zhu-Sun family was underground planning their attack. Xiaotian adjusted the technological armor he had made for his father. “There you go, dad! That should do it!”

The ruler hummed on his throne, his fingers tucked under his chin. “Interesting. What is it supposed to do exactly?”

“Well, it needs to be powered up. It’s a combination of science and magic, meant to activate your powers when it absorbs enough energy which it can also create. The best source would be the Demon Bull King’s axe.”

“Tch. The axe you lost.”

Xiaotian shirked under that statement. “It wasn’t my fault! It was the Grocery Boy-”

Bajie walked over, pressing a kiss against his husband’s cheek, calming him down. The king squeezed his hand. “Don’t be too mad, my peach. We’ll get it back. I sent monkeys to search the city. They’ll find it.”

“Alright, if you say so, dear. Hopefully they find it fast. I didn’t mean to get mad at you, Xiaotian. I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine! The furnace can also convert other things into energy.” He threw his welding mask in, it burst into flames. The Monkey King gripped the ends of the armrest as power shot through him.

Once he calmed down, he settled back in his throne and scrolled through the Internet to find something to strengthen his weakened powers. He stared at the screen with a smug expression. “Time to find something rare. Something to give us the power we deserve.”

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Red glanced around the shop which thankfully contained no customers except Jin who was eating a bag of chips. “Hey, kid.”

“Jin! Remember how you were trying to distract me by telling me a story about my father?”

Jin swallowed his snack. “Yea?”

“And remember how it was specifically the story of how my father sealed the Monkey King? Well… something happened.”

“Red Son, we were not done talking, young man,” Iron Fan scolded.

“Hm? What is it?” The golden demon pondered.

“I found the mountain! The Monkey King is free! Dad’s axe has been removed! We need to find him! The world is going to be destroyed if-”

Jin pushed him back with an amused grin. “Jeez, did that story get to you? Calm down. Think you’re being delusional. The mountain is hidden and even if it wasn't, no one could just lift your dad’s weapon.”

“Delusional?!” Red’s hair burst into flames. “Is this delusional?” He revealed the axe.

Yin gasped in fake surprise. “Wow, Red. You found a stick.”

“NO! It’s father axe! Tell them, mother!”

The brothers cackled, his mom chuckled along nervously. Red stomped his foot. “Listen! We have to find him. I’ll prove it.”

“How?”

The weapon moved on its own and sliced the cashier counter, right near the golden demon. The three yelped and the golden one pounded his chest to prevent himself from choking on his chips. The second he recovered, he rasped out “Wow. You weren’t kidding. How do you have it?”

Iron Fan swallowed as she examined the weapon her husband once wielded. “That’s… that’s your father’s.” She waggled her head to snap herself out of it. “Okay. Where is the Monkey King now?”

“He’s at the shoe store,” Yin responded.

“What?!”

“I hope this is not one of those mindless prank videos you two always watch.”

“Oh there’s always time for a “mindless” prank video, Princess, but no. Look at what's trending. Hashtag Monkey King!”

Yin showed them a video of the Monkey King and his son robbing the shoe store, taking the one-of-a-kind shoe to power Xiaotian’s invention. “We have to find dad,” Red whispered.

Iron Fan crossed her arms in contemplation. “He should be in the Sky Scraping Cave but it’s been so long. Who knows if he’s even there anymore?”

“We won’t know until we try.”

“Let’s get into the car. We can find everything out on the way.”

She pushed all of them into her car, it swerved as she sped. “SLOW DOWN, IRON FAN! YOU’RE GONNA KILL US,” Jin exclaimed as he held onto the seats for dear life.

“Yea, mother, we have to get to Accumulated Thunder Mountain without getting into an accident. How do we get there?”

The silver brother announced, “The Monkey King is destroying that one mechanic part store.”

“More reason to stop him. How do we get there?” He repeated.

The golden brother shrugged. “Hm… I’m not sure. Might as well turn back.”

“What?!”

The woman shushed them. “There’s someone who can take us there. Maybe we won’t even need someone to take us there… I hope,” she muttered. “There’s a fearsome, deadly warrior on par with the Monkey King himself.” She stopped in front of a boat. The boys shivered as the door creaked open. “Liu'er mihou.”

Liu’er was not what they expected, quite the opposite of what Red’s mother described. He was a gentle human, not some fearsome warrior. “That’s a lot to process. Do you know what I do to people like that? Put on plays and music for them!” He played music on an old record player and hummed along. He placed some drinks on the table.

“You’re right, Iron Fan. He’s so deadly, heck, he might kill us with cuteness,” Yin snarked and placed a rabbit on her lap.

“Sorry, I don’t have a lot to offer but these drinks are good for stress.”

Iron Fan growled, “Liu’er, what happened to you? What happened to the vile, angry, revenge-seeking friend I used to know?”

“Well, my therapist said that years of being angry weren't doing much good so I started finding healthier outlets to manage my emotions. Music does wonders and having a bunch of therapy rabbits helped. Isn’t that right, Huìlián?” A black rabbit with red spots nuzzled him.

The princess’s eye twitched. “Whatever, never mind that. Can you help us defeat the Monkey King?”

He trembled at the suggestion of fighting the king. “Sorry, Iron Fan but I’m retired. I don’t think I can help you beat him.”

She massaged her forehead. “Aren’t we all? Okay, that’s fine.”

Red requested, “Either way, can you please take us to my dad’s mountain?”

“Of course.”

“Really?”

“Yea, anything for Iron Fan. It won’t be easy but we can certainly do it.”

The boys cheered and Liu’er continued, “Alright, time to start this up. Just to tell you again, Princess. I’m different now, I don’t go around seeking revenge or picking fights anymore.” She bobbed her head in understanding, displeased at the possibility she might have to reunite with her husband after such a long time. “Now, launch sequence, Huìlián!”

“Wait, what?”

The rabbit pushed a button and the boat launched off.

——

Red groaned as he woke up, his vision spun until he managed to blink it away. Zhu Bajie had attacked them on their way to the cave. He snatched the axe from Red’s hands and sent him flying, thankfully he managed to land on his father’s mountain.

He hoisted himself up and marched forward to find his father. He rehearsed in his head what he would say to his father about losing his once prized weapon and how happy he was to see him again.

He entered the cave and spotted a mural of his family. It flashed and the pictures began moving, showing things like his father’s friendship with the Monkey King, his parents’ wedding, him as a baby, the fight between him and the monkey, then the bull’s arrest and his reform.

During that, Red caught a glimpse of his father smiling at him before running off. “Father!”

The demon chased after him, he searched around. A bug landed on his arm. “Hello” the bug greeted and the younger waved it off. The insect floated to the ground, “It is me, my son, the Demon B-”

And Red squashed him with their foot. “Die, stupid bug!”

The insect flashed purple, shifting to various forms, it finally changed to reveal the Demon Bull King in all his glory. “Father?”

“Yes, my son, it is me. So, where’s my axe?”

His child bowed his head. “I’m sorry. I tried but Zhu Bajie managed to take it.”

The bull chuckled as if his son hadn’t dropped something so significant on him. “I know. I’ve been watching.”

Something clicked. “That was you? Father, what the fuck?!”

The bull chuckled again. “You’re perfect for the job, my son.”

“Job? What job?”

“The job of becoming my successor.”

“What? Me? Are you sure?”

“Yes. You’ve fought Sun Wukong before and you were fine. You can face him again.”

“But… but that was years ago! I’m not sure if I can do it again!”

Placing a hand on his child’s shoulder, he said, “Yes, you can. You’re my son.”

“That isn’t enough of a reason! What about the Monkey King?”

“What about him? You can defeat him.” Red huffed. “You’re strong, you just have to believe in yourself.” DBK straightened his posture. “The axe was taken from you, you can take it back!”

Red shot his father a determined look. “Alright!” He was about to jet off when he stopped and asked, “Are you sure I can do this? Are you sure you wouldn’t be better? Don’t… don’t you want to see mother?”

DBK clenched his fists and looked away. “I’m not ready to see her and you… you would be a better candidate.”

“Alright, father. Whatever you say.”

Then ran off without another word.

——

Red screeched as he crashed into Xiaotian with his transportation. The Monkey King rampaged in his three-headed, three-armed form. “Oh, my sweet baby boy! You’re alive,” Iron Fan cried.

Yin said, “We saw you blast off. We thought you died. Guess that was kinda stupid thinking.”

“You think?”

“Heh, wait, where’s the Demon Bull King? Did you find him?”

“I did.”

Iron Fan asked, “Where is he?”

“He said it’s up to me, to all of us.”

“Well, that’s anticlimactic.”

“How are we meant to fight him?” Jin pondered.

“We have to believe in ourselves. Clean up the streets and I’ll fight him as best I can.”

“Alright, Red. Be safe!”

“I’ll try.” He approached the king, taking deep breaths.

Sun Wukong hissed at him. “If it isn't Red Son, back for more.” The monkey attempted to hit him with Red using their fire to block every attack. He focused on the furnace, that was clearly where the axe was.

Without hesitation, Red leaped into it. Wukong roared with laughter at the other’s stupidity. “I’ve won.” He clawed at his chest, feeling a sharp sting and his powers waning. The red-haired demon emerged with the axe. “You! How did you?!” Wukong lunged at him, throwing hits left and right.

Red grinned and taunted him, “Sorry! Missed me! Try again!”

They pushed him down with the axe then grabbed a nearby building. He was about to trap him with it when the Monkey King yelled, “Not this again! Not a third time!” He launched him back into a building, the windows shattered under the sudden impact. “You thought you could beat me a second time, huh? I am Sun Wukong! I am the Great Sage Equal to Heaven! I will not let you take this victory! You might have his axe but you are not the Demon Bull King.

“You’re right, I’m not. I’m Red Son!” He plunged the axe to the ground and it created a mech resembling a bull. He marveled at it. “I didn’t know it could do this.”

With the mech, he made quick work of the Monkey King who went back to his normal form.

“How… how did you manage…?”

“By believing in myself and this mech!”

Xiaotian screeched, “Hey! Get out of that mech and fight!”

Red scoffed and was about to pick him up when a gust of wind prevented him from doing so. Zhu Bajie landed on the scene, his rake swung down. He took his husband’s hand, his blue eyes glowed. “We know when we’ve lost but we’ll return.” The pig laughed menacingly and disappeared with his family.

“Come back here, cowards! You can’t leave when I was about to win!”

He exited the mech to receive hugs from the brothers, he tried to push them away before relenting with a sigh. The silver one congratulated him, “Good job, kid! You won! You kicked the Monkey King��s butt again!”

“It’s not every day someone beats him twice.” The golden one threaded fingers through the youngest’s hair. “And it took all of us!”

“I must admit I couldn’t have done it on my own.”

Liu’er hugged the three. “Well, that’s exactly what you did.”

“You’re like the second bull king now.”

“We gotta come up with a cool title for you!”

Iron Fan cupped his cheeks. “Oh, my sweet child, I couldn’t be prouder.”

“Thanks, mother.”

Liu’er asked, “What’s next?”

“Isn’t it obvious?”

“Fight more villains!”

“Or we could eat. I’m hungry.”

“That works too.”

The group laughed as they ate. The Demon Bull King watched the interaction with hunched shoulders. He mustered up a smile then flew off.

A new legacy has begun.

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ranboo5 · 4 years ago

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So uh. Swap AU amirite. Anyway the best scene in the entirety of the DSMP but the roles are reversed. Background Tommy-Fundy Tubbo-Wilbur and Connor-Purpled swaps also extant

And the night shimmers, and the river splashes, and known terrorist Ranboo the Beloved steps out, shaking droplets off his boots. (Must be watertight.) “Heyyy, Technoblade!”

The enderman towers over even him, and the totem-gold that newly laces Ranboo’s void-black skin(?) and flashes in the glitching green glow that fills in the gaps of his flesh only adds to the imposing silhouette he cuts, but Techno decides he has no interest in putting effort into being intimidated right now. “Hey.”

“How you doin’? You doin’ good?”

“I’m doin’ pretty good.”

“Awesome, cool cool cool. I, uh, I couldn’t help but notice you sorta... saw us? Over there?”

Technoblade follows Ranboo’s gesture across the river. Fundy’s trying to poke Purpled with a stick from above the pit they’ve put Purpled in. Purpled bites him.

“Uhhhh,” says Techno, “yep.”

“Well, I don’t mean to alarm you, Techno– can I call you Techno?”

“You can call me Techno.”

“Alright.”

“Yeah.”

“Yeah. Now I don’t wanna– I don’t wanna alarm you, Techno, right? I don’t wanna alarm you, I don’t wanna freak you out or anything.”

“Right.”

“But Fundy and I just took Purpled hostage.”

Techno considers this for a second. “Nice.”

“Yeah – yeah, it’s pretty funny.”

“It is.”

“But the point is, we are going to do terrible things to Purpled–”

“Also pretty funny,” Techno points out.

“For sure, for sure,” says Ranboo, and he’s laughing. It’s not the same kind of calculated laugh that eases over a sentence, either, throws him off from what he was going to say for a second even, and it almost makes it feel legitimate. “But we are going to do these – these terrible, just terrible things to Purpled – unless you give me my weapons back.” He pauses, then adds: “In five minutes.”

Techno stutters. “Hey – h-hold on, hold on. Five minutes.”

“Five minutes,” Ranboo repeats, and the smile’s gone from his voice and left it low and calm and scarily reasonable. “Tell your leader, wherever he is– tell Wilbur he has five minutes to give me my stuff back, or Purpled over there–” Ranboo points to Purpled, and then casually draws a long, gloved finger across his throat. “Neh. That. Yeah?”

“Yeah, uh, a-about that,” Techno says matter-of-factly. “Purpled isn’t– he’s not exactly a part a’ L’Manberg, y’know? He’s not–” Technoblade’s tone seems to have taken Ranboo, who mmhmms and right, rights along with visibly declining enthusiasm. It’s pretty funny. “It’s like– it’s like if you kidnapped someone from a different country.” Techno inhales; Ranboo gets in another right, yeah. “Just. Just completely separate–”

“Yeah, yeah. Well– um. Well, okay, uh, maybe not all my weapons. Right? He’s– he’s gotta be worth… some of them,” Ranboo ventures, words coming slowly, carefully as he works to regain his composure. “Is he at least worth, like, one or–”

“I dunno, man. I dunno.”

“Well,” says Ranboo, and his voice has that cautious quality in full force. “Are you willing to live with that on your conscience? Is the question.”

“...on my conscience,” Technoblade repeats.

“Yeah. Like, do you really want to live with the fact that you let a innocent man– an innocent–”

“I dunno, man, innocent is a strong– it’s a strong word.”

“He’s not innocent?” mutters Ranboo, obviously mostly to himself considering how under his breath it is and how Technoblade can practically hear the “oh, come on” in it, and then catches himself. “I– oh, damn. Gonna need a better hostage next time then! Ugh!”

“You are. You really are.”

“Gonna have to do background checks! Man!”

“Yep.”

“Well– okay. Okay, well– if you’re not– he– he’s still under your governance, right, he’s still under your jurisdiction, so to speak, right–”

“Ehhhhh.”

“–so if you let him be… hurt, by someone else, right, you’re still failing that. I– it’s prisoners’ rights. It’s prisoners’ rights.”

“Trueeee. Prisoners’ rights are important.”

“They’re– oh, they’re so important.”

“They’re so important.”

“Just– just so important. See, this is about– this is about morality, Techno– can I call you Techno?”

“You have already asked me that.”

“...oh,” says Ranboo dejectedly.

“I said yes.”

“Thanks. Sorry, sorry, I just– you know how it is–”

“I do know how it is.”

“My memoryyyy,” Ranboo inhales through his teeth, “it’s not that gooooood–”

“Well, I don’t, but– yeah.”

“Yeah–”

“Yeah, understandable. Understandable.”

“Sorry.”

“It’s all good, it’s all good.”

“Right. Man,” says Ranboo, and then again, with more insistence, “man. Uh, what were we– oh, right. See, this is about morality, Techno.”

“Right.”

“If– if you let us do these just, just terrible things to Purpled– HEY!” he yells, turning past Techno to Fundy across the river, “DO SOME TERRIBLE THINGS TO PURPLED! Right. Anyway, if you let us do these terrible, terrible things to Purpled, Techno, then you’re violating prisoners’ rights.”

“That’s true. Can’t have that.”

“Oh, you just can’t. You just cannot have that. And– and okay, maybe– you know, maybe Purpled has done some things wrong, you know, one or two things wrong–”

“One or two things, one or two things–”

“–but, you know, he’s got a good heart. A good heart.”

“Ehhhhhhhhhhhhh–”

“Just– just go talk to Wilbur, alright,” Ranboo interrupts before Techno can object. “Just– talk to Wilbur, and tell him he’s got five minutes before he, uh, he violates prisoners’ rights. FUNDY! WHAT’S GOING ON OVER THERE? HIT HIM WITH THE STICK, FUNDY! THIS ISN’T HARD! God. It’s just impossible to find good allies these days.”

“So true.”

“Alright. So go talk to Wilbur, Techno– can I– I’ve already asked you that. Okay. Sorry, sorry, I just – every time I need it, my memory just does not – okay. Go talk to Wilbur, and if you guys aren’t here in five minutes–” his voice is scrabbling its way back to composed and calm, but it’s lost a little of the effect, if Techno’s being honest– “well, y’know!”

“Oh, I know,” says Techno, turning towards Wilbur’s office, somehow both making haste and being unconcernedly unhurried. “I know.”

“Okay. Well– I have to go figure out what’s goin’ on over there, and–” his hand goes to the leather-bound book holstered firmly at his side– “probably write some things down, if I’m completely honest, so… and your time’s ticking down, by the way.”

“’Course, ’course.”

“Five minutes!” Ranboo calls after him, clearly trying to maintain some semblance of ominous energy, and then splashes through the river again yelling something back to Fundy.

As he makes for the office, Technoblade considers if he should try to brace Wilbur for seeing the son he’d exiled all those months ago, or something. He decides against it.

#swap AU #not maintagging this ell em ay oh #but. The Banter. Here take it #peerpressureduo in every timeline will b like [banter]

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pixelatedrose · 5 years ago

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Soulbound part Six

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Word Count: 2,651

Pairings: Platonic LAMP, Prinxiety, Logicality, background Remile

Warnings: uncensored swearing, unsympathetic Deceit, one small mention of being shot (metaphorically), if i missed anything please please tell me and if there's something in particular you want me to tag, don't be afraid to let me know!!

Summary:

Roman Prince and Logan Rose are soulmates. They’re platonic soulmates though. They both have the same Soul mark to prove it. But they both have one other soul mark, binding them to one other person. And when they find Patton Miles, it just so happens that they’re both his soulmate. Logan being his Soulbound Soulmate, and Roman being a platonic soulmate. But something feels missing. And it feels filled, shockingly so, when they meet a certain someone a year and a half after they found each other.

Chapter 6

It was five minutes till the bell and 15 minutes ago Roman had given up on hoping Mr. Sanders and Virgil would come back. For all he knew they could be through a magical portal and would come back a day later and twice their ages and having gone incredible life changing journeys and Virgil would have realized too late that he wanted to be Roman's bestest friend in the entire world.

Of course if that happened Roman would be pissed cause they went on a magical journey without him!!!

"SORRY CLASS!!" Mr. Sanders announced loudly, bursting in through the door dramatically. Roman, who had been standing near the door, jumped nearly 5 feet in the air and suppressed a shriek, having it come out as a scream instead. Not much better.

The class laughed softly and from behind the teacher, Roman saw Virgil.

And what a sight he was.

His eyes were tear streaked and red, but his eyes danced with joy as he held back a laugh. It was like witnessing raining stars, if you know what that is; when the sun shines on falling hail, it looks like sparkling stars streaking from the heavens.

There were still the remnants of tears caught in his lashes and just the tip of his nose was red, matching his cheeks. And somehow, it was only then that Roman noticed his freckles, unmasked by tears and a lack of concealer.

He was beautiful.

And once again Roman got caught up in the moment and had forgotten where he was and what had happened.

Virgil seemed to have caught Roman's staring and threw his hood over his head, obscuring his eyes, however failing to hide his shy smile that he thought he was so cleverly masking.

"Well! Sorry about that but it's all over now and I would sincerely appreciate it if you didn't mention this to people!" Mr. Sanders finally said when the class settled down.

Rose raised her hand. "I'll be happy to keep my mouth shut, but what happened exactly?"

Mr. Sanders hesitated and Roman saw Virgil, who was still behind in the hall, stiffen up and all joy flicker off his face, his eyes shimmering with an uncomfortable glaze.

Roman's emotions sizzled softly under his skin and he was about to turn on his friend when Mr. Sanders beat him to it in a much kinder tone.

"That's something that I think can stay between me and my brother. Sorry, Rose."

Had Roman been drinking anything it would be long sprayed over the rest of the class.

Virgil and Mr. Sanders are brothers?! I mean I sort of knew they had the same last name, but I mean so does Bernie Sanders but they're not related!!!

Roman opened his mouth to voice his disbelief, not catching the horrified look on a small emo boy's face. "Wai-"

Ding!! Ding!! Ding!!

Damn that bell.

"Alright class! That's it for today and don't forget that the syllabus needs to be signed by Monday!!" Mr. Sanders called to his students who were shuffling around the room now, grabbing their books and bags and slowly filing out of the room.

And swept up in the crowd, Roman lost sight of a purple haired boy with pale skin and pretty blue eyes.

Roman cursed under his breath but halfway back home he silently blessed that the universe swept the small boy away from him. Virgil had obviously had a trying day. He didn't need a near stranger nagging him for information on his personal life after such a day.

~~•~~

Virgil could have melted into the ground then and there when Thomas had announced to the whole class that they were brothers. Luckily the bell saved him and before Roman inevitably came looking for him (he had every other time of the day) Virgil slipped into the crowd and disintegrated his presence.

He slipped into a side hall and watched Roman pass him by, a look of hot disappointment tracing his features.

It stung a little to watch, but Virgil could deal with a tinge of regret for a few seconds if it meant he could escape the drama of the day for a breath or two.

After everyone was out of sight he turned around and went back into the classroom.

"There you are!" Thomas said happily. "I thought you'd ended up running home. Which would have been fine I mean, it's your choice after all." He rubbed the back of his neck, a sheepish and sloppy grin plastered on his face awkwardly.

Virgil nodded. "Yeah it's fine. I want to talk to you about the letters anyway." Sudden realization dawned Virgil's mind and he frantically ran a hand through his hair. "Oh god of course I overlooked things!!"

"Hey, is everything okay, Virgil?"

"Yeah...I mean no! I mean- ugh!!" Virgil threw his hood over his head once again. "Mom will freak out if she doesn't know where I am…" He looked up at Thomas who had disappointment glazing his eyes. Virgil tried to correct himself. "Oh!! No no, no I'll just tell her I'm at a friend's house!!" He nodded to himself. "Yeah that will work!"

Thomas looked at him. "Alright, I'll be in my office cleaning stuff up and then we can go if you're absolutely sure."

Virgil nodded and pulled out his phone. He opened the messaging app and clicked on his mother's profile picture. He never did like calling people. Even his mom. He'd rather send a text and plan out what he's going to say rather than be put on the spot.

He typed out a quick message and pressed send. Two seconds later Virgil's phone lit up with the call menu. Mom was written across the top and his mother's smiling face was flashing at him.

Dammit, mom! Don't you know that texting is easier?!

He answered the phone bringing the violent buzzing to a stop.

"Hheeeyyyy mom!" Virgil said awkwardly. Not that his mother noticed apparently.

"Virgey, honey! Tell me what is it that you're doing?" She sounded genuinely confused and Virgil had to hold himself back from facepalming.

"Mom, I sent you a text…"

"Oh I know, baby, it's just that mummy would rather hear it from you and not some computer thing."

"Mom it's literally the same thing."

"Oh it is? Oh...Well I wanted to hear your voice anyway!"

Virgil rubbed the bridge of his nose before returning to the phone. "It's fine mom! I just wanted to go and hang out and study at a friend's house. That's all."

There was a pause on the line and Virgil knew he'd met his doom. Of course she wasn't going to let him!! He should have just walked straight home and not looked back, he should have-

"Oh honey!! You've already made friends?!"

It was like being shot through the skull. Virgil you idiot you don't have any friends. How can you go over to a friend's house if the friends don't fucking exist.

"Yep!! I've already made a friend!" Virgil lied through his teeth, sweating bullets.

"Aww!! My baby's growing up and making friends!! What's their name? What are you studying?? Who are they???"

Shit, shit, shit, fuck, uhhhh….. Virgil thought desperately of someone he could use as a friend. And before he had completed the thought in his mind, his mouth started forming words.

"Roman Prince." Virgil said confidently.

Wait fuck no-

"Oh that's lovely! Well you have fun with your new friend darling dear!! I'm expecting you home by 5:30 for dinner!!" His mother squealed, the way she half sighed half giggled the word 'Friend' sending warm shivers across his cheeks. He knew he didn't have any friends but it wasn't something to swoon over!! Virgil heard the call end and he was left with a hot, embarrassed blush across his face and his mouth open like he was ready to catch something in it.

"She was overly excited and way too quick to accept it wasn't she?" Thomas asked, coming out of his office with a shoulder bag.

Virgil shook himself back to the present and nodded his head. "Yeah…"

"Yep she's like that. Doesn't care where you are but cares way too much about what you're doing. She'll probably try and read any journals you keep tonight. Either that or she won't leave you alone during dinner."

"She was like that when you were a kid too?"

"Oh yeah. Deva doesn't seem to have changed much, if I'm being honest. And it's only more clear now why dad left her…"

"Oh...She's...She's not that bad, is she?"

"I mean in my opinion yes. But I can't force you to think things."

"Right…"

Virgil arrived at Thomas's place after a car ride full of belting out Disney songs as loud as possible and talking about the darker meanings behind each movie, and Virgil just felt that much more comfortable around his brother.

"And welcome to my humble abode, brother Virgil!" Thomas said theatrically.

Virgil rolled his eyes. "I see why you're the theater teacher, now."

Thomas smiled before cupping his hands around his mouth. "GUSS-GUSS, JAQ, I'M HOME!!"

"You have roommates?"

"Yeah but they don't pay rent. And they're a mess to clean up after."

"That doesn't sound like they're good roomies…"

"Oh they make up for it by being cute."

Thomas walked up the stairs waving Virgil to follow. He rounded into a room that was sure to be his and flicked on the lights, strutting over to a cage on the far wall.

Virgil took the time to drink in the room and Thomas' s house. It was nice, and it smelled more like home than "home" ever did to Virgil.

Thomas returned holding two fluffy objects in his hands. "This is Guss-Guss and Jaq!" He said bubbly. He held out his hands which were clasped warmly and safely around two mice. "Like I said, they make up for not paying rent by being cute!"

If Virgil didn't have pride he would have cooed and melted at the sight of the puffballs. "Can I…?" He gestured in an odd way that somehow got his point across.

"Yes! Yes you can hold them!" Thomas was delighted.

He handed Virgil the two soft rodents and Virgil squeaked in delight, reminiscent of the mice themselves.

~~•~~

An hour later, after eating leftover cake, watching Thomas try (and fail) to slide down his banister majestically, and talking about emo bands they were (or are in Virgil's case) into, Virgil and Thomas sat on the couch in the living room, Virgil absently feeding Guss-Guss little bits of coconut shavings.

"So," Thomas began, Jaq falling asleep in his shirt pocket. "You wanted to talk about the letters? What do you want to talk about?"

"I don't really know…" Virgil confessed. "I guess I just wanted to talk about them to get to know you better, but I don't know...I already feel like I know you." Virgil paused to pick up the mouse in his lap and delicately placed him on his shoulder. "The other thing was that I wanted to answer all the questions you asked me. But it feels silly just listing them off myself, so-"

"What's your favorite color?" Thomas interrupted Virgil, a faint and warm smile on his face.

"What?"

"What's your favorite color? It was one of the first questions I asked in a letter I think." Thomas's words were soft but his eyes were beaming, as if he was the most clever person ever. "So. What's your favorite color?"

Virgil smiled widely. "Purple!"

Two hours later Virgil was being dropped off. He had talked the entire time about things they did, stories Thomas had missed out on, and Virgil's interests. It so happened that Thomas shared a lot of them. They almost got caught up talking about Avatar the last airbender for nearly half an hour towards the end of their talk, and still had a million things they wanted to know.

"Hey drop me off here!" Virgil asked.

"Why? Your house is still a block away."

"I know, but I don't want mom to know I was with you."

"Ah. That makes a little more sense." Thomas pulled over and let Virgil out of the car.

Virgil did a double take before running up to the drivers side window and reaching through, giving his older brother the best hug he could from where he was.

"Thanks, Thomas. I'll see you tomorrow!"

"See you tomorrow, Virge!!" Thomas called out to the purple haired boy.

Virge… Virgil had never actually been called Virge before. His mother always ended it with a cutesie "y" at the end, making him feel like a toddler.

He found that he enjoyed the way Virge sounded.

It suited him.

He liked it.

~~•~~

A boy called Deceit sat in his room thinking. He wanted to get the purple haired boy to be his new puppet friend victim. He stood up and crossed his room, fishing a clean notebook out of an all too messy desk, in the process disturbing the bracelets on his wrist causing a hint of a tattoo to catch the light.

The boy called Deceit panicked and dropped the notebook, slapping a hand down around his wrist. He took a few calming breaths and adjusted his bracelets again. He picked up his notebook and began writing everything he knew about the purple haired boy down.

He's reserved.

But not afraid to talk back.

He's been through shit and I'll put him through hell.

He seems fairly depressed and easy to manipulate.

Use that against him.

Or don't.

He's drawn to Roman Prince. That's a problem. I can probably fix that with time.

He's the new drama teacher's little brother. And at least I'm not an idiot like the rest of this dull lot and I know who the new teach is.

I can use that too.

A short boy who was called Deceit thought back to Roman Prince and how he was tied up in all of this when a grand idea struck him as he scribbled out what he had previously written about the semi-popular boy.

Oh I can use that.

Oh now this will be a fun game to play!!

~~•~~

Patton got home from school that day, a little sad that he wasn't able to walk home with Logan that day. His boyfriend had said that he wanted to start going to Chess Club as soon as possible and heaven knows that Chess Club is B O R I N G.

It had been a particularly odd day for Patton, emotions-wise. He had a slight prickle of dread in him for the first half, followed by tiny warm fuzzies that didn't last too long. That was replaced by more dread bubbles that burst into full blown betrayal and regret by the time 6th period was rolling around.

It had evened out though, Patton felt unusually happy and content for the rest of the day. It had been a weird few days, but it wasn't something he could help.

Hormones, amiright?

Patton flopped down onto his bed and sighed happily. It had been a long while since he had been this blissfully content with his life. He glanced over at his fishtank- He was allergic to cats and his parents wouldn't let him have a dog no matter how much he begged, so he settled for fish.

Fish and dogs were basically the same thing, right? I mean there was such a thing as a catfish so dogfishes must also exist.

Patton giggled happily to himself as he imagined a fish on a leash, floppy little dog ears sprouting from its scaly head.

Something felt right.

Something felt calm.

It felt like there were going to be good days ahead.

And Patton couldn't wait to greet them.

Authors notes:

So uh yeah good news. This chapter WASN'T late!! In fact it's EARLY!! Yeah so i got hit with some mad insomnia last night and ended up writing a whole bunch. It's not a long chapter, but i think it's a good break from all the angst. Don't get too comfy though~

Anyway, love you all and stay fresh and minty my shiny folks!! 💛

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gailynovelry · 4 years ago

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Ember Warrior Peek!

I'm supposed to be working on Frostbitten Prophet right now, but I had a flash of inspiration for the third book in the series instead, Ember Warrior. Have a bit of Mep accidentally meeting a goddess!

In the middle of the fountain was a statue of a woman, hewn out of celestial quartz. The quartz shimmered in blues, purples, and blacks. Glints of light danced off of it, like tiny stars. While the statue’s carved head was bald, there was a little hole in the top of her skull, and water flowed from it like hair.

The architecture was beautiful but alien to Meparik. He’d never seen anything like it.

Suddenly, the statue moved. She cocked her head at him, water falling over her face. Her eyebrows and mouth furrowed in calm confusion. When he looked into her eyes, Meparik tasted petrichor and cold water, saw stars when he blinked, and felt an otherworldly comfort envelop him. He felt a strange urge to weep. As if he’d lost a close relative, and needed someone to confide in.

A voice issued from the statue, flowing like water. “Why do you pray to me, child?”

Alluari was talking to him.

Crislie meets a god too, but it goes, uhhhh, a little more poorly than this, which is pretty par for the course for her.

Taglist(?): @viawrites-andacts

#wip excerpt #dark fantasy #gods #writeblr #Shadow Herald #Meparik #Alluari #Crislie #Frostbitten Prophet #Ember Warrior

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imnotcameraready · 5 years ago

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chivalry is dead — ball outfits

as of chapter 20, everyone is dressed Fancy™

outfits and ID explanations below!

Patton — Cat

i gotta start with our kitty-pat!!!!! he’s so cute !!!! his dress is a lot like cinderella’s, actually, now that i think about it. His dress corset has the princess-cut lines down the center that have some silver thread detailing, and the center part is a sparkly grey while the outside is a pale grey-blue velvet. The corset’s waist juts out, and at the center middle of the waist there’s a large bow made of glittery black tulle. The top most layer of his dress is glittery silver tulle, while the next layer (and the one that extends out behind him in a train) is glittery black tulle. i feel like it should bunch in the back, but i didn’t draw the back, but it also probably bunches in the back just given how fabric Moves™. the inner most layer of his dress is a velvet gradient from the same pale grey-blue on his corset to an actual dark grey, similar in shade to the silver tulle! his shoulder poofs are also scrunched up silver tulle, and that’s all the sleeve he’s got. he does have forearm-length gloves, though, which are grey with pink toe beans that mimic a cat’s!

his mask is also pretty standard for a masquerade ball — it’s a grey cat mask, with a silver gem for the nose and with pink ears and whiskers!

Logan — Octopus

a smart animal for our smart boi :^) also like, my favorite outfit of the bunch, i want it so badly. his blazer doesn’t clasp, but it’s fitted pretty well and clips on the inside to his vest. It’s dark blue, with a black adjustable waist strap that goes around his back, and with four tails that seem more like tentacles. The shoulders of his blazer are also adorned with light blue “bubble” rhinestones. His vest is just a shimmery royal blue, and his undershirt is white, but his tie is iridescent blue and black. It’s tied up in an eldritch knot tho ;0 His pants are pretty tame, just some dark blue slacks. hes got a little piece of pink coral tucked into his lapel, too!

logan’s mask is. like. like i’d die for it. like it’s so cool. there are four tendrils poking out and swirling around it on either side, protruding from the mask itself, and while the coloring of the mask is fairly basic (it’s just dark blue) the “underside” of the tentacles are decorated in silver gems that mimic an octopus’ suckers. this was the first one i did and. like. im still yelling. i want that mask.

Deceit — Peacock

thought i’d mix it up a little!!!! deceit’s suddenly flashy and, in the bard’s words, “the hottest chick in the coop.” he doesn’t have a blazer, but he does have a half-cape thingie, which has blue and purple and green rhinestones on the shoulder pad while shimmers an iridescent purple and green when he moves. his vest is a matte teal, and his undershirt is mint green, and he has lil arm bands that keep his sleeves pulled up that are dark blue. his ascot is also iridescent, and shimmers blue and purple. His pants are pretty tame, though (as i’ve seemed to do with most everyone’s pants lmao) they’re black with a glittery green stripe down the side. his shoes are. supposed to be black dress shoes. but it seems i forgot to draw them. and his gloves are dark green! i love this outfit but its also a mess of colors asdfgjkl

his mask covers the scaled side of his face and has blue rhinestones decorated similarly to the cape. There are also a lot of feathers. Like a lot of peacock feathers. all coming out of the left side. his scales are well hidden.

The Thief — Snake

speaking of mixing it up a little, the thief does love being a red herring. his outfit is less snake themed and more deceit themed t b h. idk what to call that blazer, but it’s black, and short in the front with two long coat tails in the back, and is buttoned low and twice with gold circles and chains that mimic deceit’s coat clasp. His blazer also has sequins arranged in diamonds, traveling up his sleeves’ forearms. his vest is black, too, but is sheer while the blazer itself is matte. his dress shirt is a pastel yellow, and the bowtie is black, calling back to deceit’s SvS outfit. his slacks are also pretty plain, just black, and he’s wearing black gloves.

his mask is literally a call back to deceit — covers the let side of his face, and has sequins arranged in diamonds all across it, mimicking deceit’s scales. If you look close enough, though, you can see his face scar jutting out at the very edge

remember when virgil was tryna convince the thief that he was the virgil-esque roman? :^)

The Bard — Harlequin

i love love love the bard’s outfit. it’s actually a ball-dance dress, meant for people who are actually doing ballroom dancing, with some red sheer tulle as the skirt. His bodice isn’t a corset, though it is kinda stiff and sinched at the waist by a thick black belt with a heart on it. The belt matches his choker, which incidentally is connected to his dress :^) the bodice also has a red and black checkered pattern throughout, with a large white pearl at every check intersection. There are pieces of tulle from his dress connected to his wrists by thick forearm bands, also with the red and black checkered pattern — good for showy dancing!

his mask is also based on a harlequin/jester theme, with five protrusions at the top in alternating red-black-red-black-red, and with bells at the ends. the center of his mask is white and fades into the red and black checkered pattern at the sides.

The Artist — Jester

shout out to the artist for his character development, because the boy’s learned to be okay laughing at himself and at things. He’s going as a jester, so his outfit is semi-formal and semi-flashy (good for distracting ;) ). The left half of his suit is a solid black, while the right half has a checkered pattern of red and black. His suit’s sleeve cuffs spiral out a little, and are gold. His slacks are solid red on the right while adorned with the red and black checkered pattern on the left.

his mask is similar to the bard’s — the top has five jester-hat-like protrusions, alternating black-red-black-red-black, with bells on the ends. The mask itself, however, is white with little marks of all four card suits.

The Playwright — Queen of Hearts

The Playwright’s dress harkens back to the animated Alice in Wonderland’s queen of hearts dress. The skirt is nearly identical, with an outer most layer that’s half red and half black, and with chevrons on the inside that alternate black and gold. At the tip of his corset’s waist is a large red rhinestone in the shape of a heart, and across his bodice is a large red heart that stretches from the neckline to the waist. His sleeves? Basically remus’ sleeves. Poofy shoulder parts that pinch in near his elbow, then are flush against his skin to the wrist, and then floof out at the wrist. The sleeves are black with glittery red trims around the wrist floofs and in the creases of the shoulder poofs.

his mask is actually all rose gold wire-work, in intricate spirals. there’s a crown in the middle, on the top, also made of wire.

Dragon and Damsel — the Prince and flames

ignore the big doodle on the left — that was for another drawing!

Dragon’s outfit is fairly simple, he’s just wearing Roman’s usual white princely outfit with the gold trims, red sash, black boots, etc. The main difference is that his crest has been replaced with Dragon’s part of the crest, which is just the castle’s outer towers and wall.

Damsel on the other hand is wearing a ball gown. His corset has a tall behind-head-neck-thing-whose-name-ive-forgotten, taller than his head with orange and red detailing shaped like flames. The corset has stiff gold shoulder pads that actually prevent him from lifting his arms high, and the body itself is detailed with sequins and rhinestones that mimic the red sash. There’s a little bit of rolled up red tulle at his waist, and then the gown. The first two layers are kind of torn up and in tatters (almost as though they’d been physically torn and then burned) and are colored orange, then red, and the inner most visible layer is a dark ashy grey. His eye, usually covered in a bandage, is patched over with a red rose.

neither of them have masks, but the damsel has a red veil (not in the picture). they want to be seen and identified.

no taglist bc uhhhh idk if y’all wanna see this (its not writing?? )

#chivalry au #art #my art #logan #patton #roman #deceit #: ^ )#let the games begin #tldr i can physically visualize these outfits and if i have to see them in my mind's eye then you have to too asdlkhsadlfkgh #Join Me in making masquerade outfits

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nekokoaa · 6 years ago

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The Holidays with da boys!!

Cute Holiday short scenarios with da boyssss

Characters: Bakugo, Midoriya, Todoroki, Shinsou

Happy Holidays everyone!!!!! Just short scenarios for the holidays! The rest of the parts will come later! (Edit: Was gonna be more characters but lost my inspiration lul)

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Bakugo Katsuki:

Katsuki could see the bright ornaments and lights reflected in your irises. He watched your face as it slowly changed into one of pure joy. It was a true emotion. Something he hasn’t seen since you left the airport after a 15-hour flight. The flight from Japan to New York City wasn’t an easy one but you powered through the jet lag and headaches to finally see one of the most iconic Christmas trees of the season. It was around 33 degrees F in Manhattan, and you could barely feel the tips of your fingers. You heard the soft melody of Christmas songs from nearby stores that were packed with people where you could barely see the floor. You buried your face into your scarf and when you exhaled to warm your lips with your breath, it vapored out into the air and disappeared like mist.

“Wow…” He heard your soft whisper as you gazed upon the giant tree at the center of Rockefeller. It was decorated with various lights, shining brightly like cluttered stars in a galaxy. You could barely see the green of its leaves or the bronzed thick base of the tree. And at the very top was a star brighter than any, purest of light that shimmered when you stared at it. “It’s beautiful.”

Katsuki felt you squeezed his gloved hand and he wanted to say that the very person in front of his eyes were just as beautiful, perhaps even more. But he held his tongue, deeming the words in head as foolish. He squeezed your hand instead and it made you looked at him. Your face spoke of inquisitiveness, but soon melted into a smile that made the angels themselves swoon. Your eyes gleamed with love when they met with his crimson ones and the eyelashes that framed them were sparkling like obsidian. It made Katsuki tongue tied, and when he finally spoke, a light blush dusted his cheeks.

“It was definitely worth the damn trip.” He was in awe of your beauty.

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Midoriya Izuku:

“Christmas! Christmas! It’s Christmas!!”

You woke up to the feeling of your bed dipping in and out repeatedly like someone was jumping upon it. Through your grogginess, you thought an earthquake was happening, but you were quickly reminded by the high-pitched voices that sounded out that it was your beloved children happily hopping on your bed. You heard a soft groan from Izuku as he shifted awake. Your daughter, Izuki, jumped on him and landed on his chest causing the wind to be knocked out of his lungs.

“Daddy, Mommy! it’s Christmas!!” She laughed cheerfully, wrapping her small arms around his neck and looking at you. Izuku chuckled softly through the pain, bringing a hand to stroke her long green hair.

“Yeah, it is.” He kissed her on the cheek. “Merry Christmas, sweetie.”

Naoki, your youngest, was still hopping at the foot of the bed, shouting out the word ‘Chwristmas’ excitedly. He was in his red onesie that was decorated with Santa’s sleigh being pulled by his reindeer with, of course, Rudolph, at the front leading the pack.

“Let’s go open the presents! Presents! Presents!!” Izuki quickly climbed off of Midoriya and started jumping with her brother who joined her in chants. They held each other’s hands to keep their balance and you and Izuku smiled softly at the scene.

“Sure, but first, did you guys brush your teeth?” Your children froze at their father’s words, turning to look at him with wide emerald eyes.

“Brush…?” Izuki’s jaw dropped.

“Our teeth…? Naoki frowned.

“You guys have to brush your teeth to open your presents.” You sang with a teasing smile on your face and there was a small pause before you saw your children scrambled off the bed.

“Nao! Let’s go!” Izuki grabbed her brother’s hand and ran out of the room. Their heavy footsteps could be heard retreating down the hall.

“I should go make breakfast.” You started to pull yourself out of bed when Izuku gently laid a hand on top of yours. You turned your head to look at him and saw his green eyes softly staring into yours.

“Let’s make it together. Mom gave me a holiday recipe for pancakes.”

“That sounds wonderful.” You smiled gently at him, leaning in to kiss him softly on his lips. “Izuku, Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas, honey.” He hummed.

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Todoroki Shoto:

You weren’t expecting Shoto to pull you away from the large Christmas party being held by Yaoyorozu. The sun had set a while ago and now snow was steadily falling from the skies on Christmas night. The two of you were walking together, hand in hand, at a park not too far from the party’s venue. Shoto was quiet most of the time with his eyes set upon the pathway in front of him. His large hand was warm and gripping yours so tightly. He looked nervous for some reason and you couldn’t figure out why.

Shoto led you to the park’s Christmas tree. It was placed in the center with the large pathway circling around it. It wasn’t so grand as the one in the venue and because it was Christmas, not a soul was around it except you and him. It shined brightly in the middle with a sparkly star at the very top.

“Why’d you bring me here?” You asked him when he stopped you in front of the tree. You recalled already visiting this tree with Shoto just yesterday and found it strange that he was bringing you here again, especially since he pulled you away from the party.

“____.” He grabbed both of your hands and gazed into your eyes. Your heart began to flutter like the snow that quietly drifted around you. His smile was so wide and wholesome and the lighting from the tree was softly luminating his handsome face. “____.” He called your name once again so very sweetly, it made you blush. “It’s been so long since we’ve been together. We saw more than six Christmases and every time, I’m wondering what’s keeping me from making you mine.”

You giggled, squeezing his hands. “What are you talking about, Shoto. I’m already yours. I’ve been yours for as long as I can remember.”

He chuckled but it was more like a suppressed snort. “Not yet.” He let go of one of your hands and reached into the pocket of his coat. He pulled out a small box and your eyes began to widen with realization just as Shoto was falling to his knee. You brought a hand over your gaping mouth as the box was held out to you. With a push of a hidden button on the side, it flipped open and a gorgeous large diamond ring was nuzzled in the small black box.

Before Shoto could get another word out, you were already hopping with joy as a loud “yes!!” came out of you. You jumped on your kneeled fiancé, making him fall back on his bottom to catch you. You kissed him so deeply that night with your finger heavy and dazzling like the star sitting on top of the Christmas tree.

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Shinsou Hitoshi:

“Hmmm…” Hitoshi hummed softly, nuzzling his head on the crook of your neck when he pulled you in a hug. He was careful not to spill the coffee he had in his hand on you. You heard him take in a deep breath, smelling your fresh scent as you just came out of the shower and were in clothes that were fresh out of the dryer. It was Christmas morning and even though Hitoshi wasn’t big on celebrating Christmas, he loved exchanging gifts with you. He had just gifted you a diamond necklace that he refused to tell you how much he paid for it.

You kissed him softly on the lips, giving him a sly smirk as you parted. “Oh, I have a surprise for you, babe.”

“Oh?” His eyebrows rose, and he brought his coffee mug to his lips before following you into the bedroom. You had hidden his gift under the bed which earned a soft laugh from him when he watched you bend over.

“Here, sit down. You’re going to love it.” Taking your advice, Hitoshi placed his mug on top of the dresser before joining you on the bed. You handed him the nicely wrapped present with a red bow and you reached for your phone on the bed and pointed it in his direction, pressing the red button to record.

“What’s with the camera?” He questioned you as he pulled the red bow free from its knot.

“Oh—you know, for memories.” You giggled, and Hitoshi shrugged. He didn’t really think much about you recording his reaction. In fact, it made him terribly curious. He started to unwrap the present quickly, making sure not to tear it because he knew you loved reusing the wrapping paper. He stripped it down until it was just a plain brown box and when he opened it, he turned his head, puzzled at his gift.

“Uhhhh…” He pulled out a pair of tiny Christmas mittens and socks from the box. It was so small that he could barely fit them on two of his fingers. You laughed when he glance at you and then back at his gift. Usually Hitoshi was quicker than this, you expected him to understand right away but he continued to stare at the mittens and socks until finally, something came to him. You watched his mouth hang open and his tired eyes widened as he gave you another look over. “You’re pregnant…?”

“Hm-mm! I’m pregnant!” You brought a hand to your stomach. You were still early on, so you weren’t showing yet, but Hitoshi’s gaze lingered on it regardless. That bewildered expression softened into a smile. He couldn’t believe it. His child was growing inside you at this very moment.

He suddenly pulled you into his arms, careful not to pull too roughly. You were the vessel carrying his offspring, he had to treat you delicately. “Wow… This is one hell of a present.” He said, kissing you on your cheek. The large smile that spread your lips couldn’t be stopped and you combed your fingers through his messy purple hair, flowering him with your soft kisses. “This is definitely better than that diamond necklace I got you…”

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smudgedtoon · 6 years ago

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The missing days

“I'm not sure.” It sounded better than I dont know. But honestly I didn't know, anything; about where I'd been, who I'd been with. It was all a blur. Or I want to say it was a blur, but more like if it had been sanded away delicately in small areas and rather harshly in the rest.

The cop scuffed and waved me off. I tried to make him wait but he cut me off with a disgruntled. “Come back when you know what you need.”

“Fine.” Huffing I left the police station. Looking around found me a bench to sit on and think.

Now to go over what I did know barring things like where I lived, how old I was;

1.I knew my name, obviously or else I'd have told the officer that at the very least. But just to be sure my name's Zenith. This didn't come as a shock to me because I knew everything else about me except and this leads to...

2. I was missing days. Two at the very least. I mean it had to only be two, I checked my phone twice to make sure. But it felt like more...

3.I woke up in someone else's apartment in a weird part of town.

4. There should be no weird part of town, I've lived here all my life.

“Okay go from what you know…. So before I can't remember, what do I remember….” I recieved dirty looks from strangers passing by but screw em, talking out loud helps me think. I knew this, I knew….. “Work?....Work!” I had work….; not what I needed right now but that was a start. I pulled out my phone again dialing the number by heart. A quick glance at my screen clock had told me my shift hadn't started yet, so I was going to call sick. As I waited for someone to answer the other line my thoughts went back to working out just what I needed help with. Wait work…. the two missing days were on my off days? No, that felt wrong.

Finally someone answered.

“Hey thanks for waiting this is Derek from Game-On speaking, what can I get you playing today?”

“Hey Derek its-”

“Oh shit dude its you.” Derek voice went high with surprise and then low as if he was being listened to. “Calling to beg for your job back? Yes, we do have a couple of Playstation 4 fallout 76 bundle packs left from our Sale!”

“What?” I said cringing at the yelling and confused. “what do you mean-”

“dude ol Heely's still has a controller up her ass from that shit Fr- Oh no I'm sorry we're not offering a free copy with the bundle any longer, though it already comes with the game! dude heelys comin this way gotta go…. Thanks for calling and may your ending cutscene be epic!”

The line cut out. I wanted to call again, but Derek had sent me a text. ‘Dont call back… Heely just threatened to fire any of us talking to you on company time. I'll text after work’

Resisting the urge to text back, I began my walk home. I walked slowly hoping something along the route would help me remember more about the last couple of days. My stomach growled as I passed a small dinner, when was the last time I ate? Some customers left and through the closing door I caught a whiff of something delicious, another grumble. Checking my wallet I found I had no cash, strange, I think I should've had money. What I did have however was my credit and debit cards. I didn't want to check my bank account out of fear of what I would find so credit it was.

I walked into the building and was instantly hit with a sense of familiarity….; but why? Looking around I noticed nothing really special it was your typical mom and pop diner with vinyl booth seats and mounted down tables. The floors were not what I expected instead of the usual checkered patterned linoleum it was if someone had painted a galaxy. It felt like it was pulling me in.

“-always gets people.” A voice interrupted my thoughts.

Looking up a saw a massive smiling down at me. I took her in. Her face was round and cheerful yet it wasn't exactly youthful, though I wouldn't say she looked old, rather she looked like someone who knew a thing or two about life. She had warm brown eyes that reminded me of tinted glass lanterns, her hair…. My jaw dropped. Her hair if it was actually hers was as amazing as the floor. Okay that sounded wrong….. her hair was long, almost ass length, locked and dyed to look like the night sky, she must have used a glittery hair spray to get it to shimmer like that. “uhhhh….” I managed pathetically.

“Oh I was saying, the floor really draws People in. It's new. ” She said nodding to the ground. She hadn't seem to notice me gawking or if she had she didn't say anything about it. “Welcome to Mookie’s.”

“Mookie’s?”

Her brows furrowed and her gorgeous smile was replaced with a scowl. It only lasted as long as a blink of eye. Her smile returned but with a little tension in her voice she asked. “Is that a problem?”

“N-no. Just an unusual name…” I back pedaled. “ummm can…. I… have a table?”

She nodded and took me to an empty booth near the kitchen. As she waited for me to sit down she explained the name. “Its named after someone close to my family.”

I nodded feeling like a huge dick. I was sure I was gonna get my food spit- Shit did I just insult the owner.

As if reading my mind, the woman added. “Actually more close to the owner, my grams, than me.”

“Oh.”

Awkward silence. She looked as if she was waiting for something but then grew impatient and started speaking again.

“So I'm Vi and I'll be your server today.” she nodded towards the the end of the table where I found the menus. “Would you like a drink while you look at the menu?”

“Sure, I'll have tea please.” I said wanting this to be over with as soon as possible.

She nodded and said. “I'll be right back with that,” before departing.

“Well Zeni, you really fucked that up and she was cute too.” I muttered to myself as I looked through the menu. I turned between the pages until I spotted what I wanted.

When Vi returned with my drink I ordered and she left. As I began to make my tea I paused. On my saucer was the standard small kettle of hot water, but the odd thing or rather the awesome thing there wasnt a tea bag insight, just lemons and honey. As I set about squeezing the slices of lemon into my cup I felt like I was being watched. Looking around I spotted my observer. A little black girl, dressed adorably in a black tee that read future boss lady and red cat eye glasses as well as shorts and black and purple kitten leggings, was sitting on one the stools at counter seating and had swiveled around to face me. I waved and the girl excitedly smiled and waved back before looking around quickly to make sure no one had seen. She swiveled back to face the counter and I chalked the whole thing up to kids being kids.

Going back to what I was doing. A thought popped in my head. Jessica. She'd probably have some idea of what had happened. After all she was my girlfriend. Why hadn't I thought of calling her when this first happened? My brain buzzed as I tried to probe that thought a bit further, eventually I wrote it off as how awkward it would be to call one's significant other to pick you up and fill you in on why you were at a strangers house and couldn't remember the past two days.

“You should drink your tea before it stops being hot.”

I was jerked out of my thoughts to see the little girl sitting across from me. When had she done that, I'd only be lost in my thoughts for a moment and the distance would've taken her more than that to get to my table from where she was, unless she had run over. That must've been it. Realizing the girl was awaiting some type of response, I put on a smile and lifted up my cup giving her a cheesy cheers and took a sip. Oh gods my brain screamed as the taste of hot yet diluted sour spread across my tongue. It was all I could do to not spray the kid with unsweetened lemon tea.

She giggled and the pointed to the honey. “You forgot the honey Zeni.”

“Yeah you're right.” I said after swallowing. I reached for the honey and paused. “Uhhhh… sweetie, Zuntie Zeni is tired it's been a long day what's your name again?” Zuntie Zeni? It sounded right… I'd never used the phrase in my life- I brought my focused back on what was important this kid knew me and somehow I must've known them from my auto response.

Her brows furrowed as she pulled a face only children have the balls to make and for a split second she'd reminded me of someone. That face then broke into one of utter sadness. She mumbled something to herself, I only caught “really don't”.

Before I could ask her anything a plate of food was placed before me. I got a brief glimpses of a scarred arm before it was pulled away. I looked up to see Vi.

She gave me something that resembled a smile before turning to little girl. “One what have I told you about pestering customers.” She turned to me and apologized. “Sorry about this, the meal is on the house. If you'd-”

“Its fine. Really, One,” hope I hadn't butchered the girl's name, “was keeping me company and showing me the fine art of making lemon tea.” I winked at the girl and she giggled.

“See Zuntie Zeni's fine.”

A volt of pain went through my brain and I had to grab the table for balance even though I was already sitting.

I awoke in my bed with my head still killing me. I remembered somethings. From my disassociated meal at the diner to what had happened almost three days ago.

I had been fired on my last day of work before my days off, fired was an understatement. It had been a shit show, my ex, I know remembered why I wouldn't have called Jessica, had gotten it into her head that Heely and I were having some type of affair. She'd gone to the store wrecked it and then assaulted Heely and accused me. The thing was though Heely had been showing me the ropes of management. From there I had been invited to a party by Derek to cheer me up. I had meet a girl. We'd spent the whole party talking and joking around. It was her I'd went home with her. From there things had gotten hazy again. All I could remember was her name. “Te.” I felt a shiver run down by spine before I fell asleep again.

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