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owlheartt · 3 years ago

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I told myself I have until noon today to keep writing this. Then I have to do my homework. Anyways, have chapter 2!!!

Inspired by @calcium-cat's fanfic OSD, chapter 1, chapter 3, and @limeshiper wanted to be tagged but Tumblr won't let me tag you????

Horror was fine. Well, not fine, but he didn’t need Cross just sitting here. Cross had found a bouncy ball that he was now throwing against the wall, waiting for news on Dream. He was betting it would be a bit, and was beginning to wonder what all Nightmare was planning when the skeleton of the hour appeared in a disheveled rage.

“You’re back soo-”

“Where did you get that?” Nightmare growled.

“Uhhh.” Cross glanced at the clear, glittery bouncy ball in his hand. “I dunno, just found it on the shelf.” He jerked his head to a small bookshelf on the wall. “...Is it not going well?”

“It is going perfectly fine.” Nightmare glanced at Horror, who was napping on the couch. “Change of plans. Go downstairs and get Dream, there’s been some complications. Do not mention my name at all, refer to me solely as Boss. Keep him in one place, preferably not the dungeons, and avoid answering awkward questions. Feel free to decide what the awkward questions are yourself.”

Nightmare raised an eyebrow at Cross, only for the skeleton to jump a little.

“Uh, yes sir! Er, yes Boss! Uh, why-?” As soon as Cross gave his confirmation, Nightmare opened up a portal to Sci’s lab, charging past the befuddled skeleton. That was… bizarre, to say the least. Why not keep Dream in the dungeons? Why call Nightmare Boss? What awkward questions? Why not say dangerous questions? Cross threw a glance at Horror before taking a shortcut to the basement. Was that… crying? He dashed into the cell and. Huh.

Cross stared at the bawling child. This… this couldn’t be Dream. Dream was big and tough and on the offensive. This was just a kid. And unfortunately, Cross didn’t have experience with kids. He glanced around before quickly scooping up the kid. Oh jeez, oh heck. Little hands grabbed his jacket and scarf. The kids eyes were squeezed shut, and it looked like he had tapped out of the surrounding world. Ok. Ok. Cross could deal with this. Maybe.

“It’s uh, it’s going to be ok…?” Cross tried. He adjusted a hand to pat Dreams back, but Dream jerked away. His eyes flung open and he stared at Cross with startling awareness.

“Y-you-” Dream paused, thinking in a way a frightened kid just didn’t. Maybe Dream and Nightmare were smarter when they were kids? Or was Dream just smaller and hadn’t lost his memories and Cross had just screwed up big time? “Who are you?!” The kid finally squeaked. Cross relaxed a little. Dream didn’t remember him. Memories gone.

“I’m Cross, what’s your name?” Was he supposed to know Dream’s name? How much did Dream know? What did Nightmare mean with “awkward questions?!?”

“My name is Dream,” Dream said carefully. “What are you going to do?”

“I’m… I was given orders to take care of you!” Cross said, faking a cheery attitude. What is he going to do with a kid?!?!?!

“Oh, ok.” Dream sniveled, swiping at his nose with a sleeve. He started crying again, softer this time. More hiccupy than world breaking. Cross hesitantly rubbed his back before taking a quick shortcut to his room. This ought to be suitable. He set Dream down on his bed, where the kid quickly curled up on his side. Searching around the room for tissues (and debating if he wanted to part with some chocolate) Cross tugged out his phone.

Crisscross-applesauce: guys hepl

It would probably be a bit till-

FeelingStabby: I’m busy, make it fast

Crisscross-applesauce: howd o youtaek acre ofa kdi

Cross only realized how that must sound after he sent it. That is, if Killer could even manage to read it.

Dynamite: What.

FeelingStabby: i thought you were going to ask something about Horror

Dynamite: Hey aren’t you supposed to be making dinner?

Crisscross-applesauce: buys pleas hlep

Dynamite: Only if you can fix those typos.

Crisscross-applesauce: I MBEGIGN YUO

FeelingStabby: Why do you have a kid with you anyways where did it come from

Cross sighed and shoved his phone back into his pocket. This wasn’t going to be worth it. His friends would either give obscure answers or would devolve into teasing. It was worth a try. He finally located the tissues and with a bit of reluctance snagged a chocolate bar before sitting on the bed with Dream.

“W-what were you doing?” Dream eyed Cross’s pocket wearily, though he looked too worn out to do anything about it.

“Just texting some friends. Would you like a tissue?” Cross held the box out to him. A trembling hand reached out to it, delicately holding onto a tissue. Dream’s hands were so small. Actually, the whole way he was acting was weirdly small. Almost like he was doing it on purpose, shriveling up on himself so that he’s less noticeable, less of a threat.

“Texting friends?” Dream looked vaguely confused. Had he never seen a phone before? Nightmare did say he was old…

“Uh, yea. It’s like writing a mini letter and then your phone sends it for you,” Cross said. Dream still looked confused, but he didn’t ask further. “Would you like some chocolate..?” Cross held the bar out to Dream, setting down the tissue box between them. Dream eyed it wearily, glancing back at his pocket. Cross had assumed that kid Dream would be more trusting, (from what little Nightmare told them, and how hard Dream tried to convince them to stop fighting) but this kid seemed to be worried that Cross would try and kill him. Maybe Nightmare had told him some scary things.

“It’s perfectly safe to eat, here.” Cross opened the bar and broke off two bits, eating one himself and holding out the other to Dream. Dream stared at Cross’s phone a bit more, then took the chocolate.

“Thank you,” Dream said, though it was a bit muffled by the chocolate in his mouth. After he swallowed, he asked Cross another question. “Who are your friends?”

“Well, there’s Horror, Dust, and Killer. Oh, and Boss, but I don’t think he’s in a good mood right now.” Cross shifted a bit, hearing how threatening his friend’s names were.

“...Boss?” Dream asked. Cross handed him the rest of the chocolate bar (the kid was staring at it pretty intently) before responding.

“Yea, Boss. He found us and brought us here, so we volunteered to work for him,” Cross said. He got the sense that Nightmare wouldn’t want him sharing all of this, but he did say that Cross could deem what questions shouldn’t be answered.

“Just like me…” Dream replied absently.

“Huh?”

“Uhm, the uh, big goopy skeleton said that he found me and brought me here too.” Dream turned away, shoving chocolate into his mouth as if to avoid further questioning.

“Yea, that’s Boss. He finds lost things.” And it was true. They had all been lost, and Nightmare had found them. Nightmare had a tendency to brush it off, “you’re useful to me” or whatever, but he had saved them when he didn’t need to.

“Oh.”

“Yea,” Cross felt pretty awkward.

“...Do you have any games?” Dream turned back to him.

“Uh, maybe, let me look around. I don’t think Boss would like it if I left you alone, so we’ll have to make do with whatever is in here.”

#owl's writing #osd fanfic #fanfic #dream sans #cross sans #nightmare sans #nightmare's gang #horror sans #killer sans #fuck it I don't feel like tagging everyone every single time I'm just gonna put in nightmare's gang

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bokettochild · 3 years ago

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Cider and Coca Part 2

Part 1

Who wants to see Ravio get his home back? Show of hands?

When the portal appears in his room of the castle, swirling and golden, Ravio stares at it in awe.

It’s beautiful and feels like Mr. Hero’s power, like that of Miss Princess Zelda, and he’s drawn to it. What lies beyond, he doesn’t know, but he does know that it feels safe, and despite being an utter and complete coward (no matter how much Mr. Hero has told him he’s not) he isn’t scared of it.

When Hilda comes in for their regular evening talk, draping in her regal bed robes and holding a mug that’s far too fancy to be at home with the cider he’s tried time and again to replicate, his princess panics, voice raising with fury that the deal she’d made with Hyrule’s princess has been broken.

“But no one has come through it.” Ravio murmurs softly, trying his best to appease her.

The princess glares at it but her mouth snaps shut as her mug hits the floor. It’s golden, so it doesn’t shatter. Ravio almost wishes that it would. “We’ll investigate it tomorrow.” She says at last, face pinched and brows furrowed as she wheels about on her heel. “For now, you can stay in one of the guest rooms.”

And Ravio nods, but once he’s been left alone in another room he immediately creeps back into his room, staring at the portal as he sips slowly on the not-quite-right cider. It’s not salty at least, but it’s missing that wild taste that made drinking it an adventure.

The portal is enticing, and even though he knows Hilda doesn’t want him or anyone else to go through, his heart yearns for a cluttered little cottage on the edge of an orchard, bees humming as they do their work and the songs of lands far away rolling over the fields that stretch out and away from it, carried over the breeze in the dulcet tones of a pink haired hylian who’s fingers work at light smithy work and embroidery.

He can’t go, he reminds himself as he stuffs his scarves into his bottomless sack.

Hilda will be mad; he whispers as robes and shoes and any number of items follow after.

He can’t leave, even if he’s no longer needed as an advisor now that Hilda has found better and more bold people to aid her, his mind reminds him as he ties the bag shut, slipping his hooded robe back on a with a sigh.

“Hilda’s going to be so mad.” He murmurs as his foot crossed over to whatever lies beyond.

He finds himself in a different place entirely, a great giant castle full of people and warriors and knights, and just outside there is fighting and shouts and cries of fear.

It’s little to no time before he’s swept up in the battle when what he assumes are enemy forces break through the gates, and for all that he’s a coward and a merchant, he’s learned a few things from Mr. Hero, and he does what he can to protect both himself and the other people in the castle. And when the dust clears and there are three Mr. Hero’s, although none of them his, he learns the truth of the portals and the war happening around him.

It’s hard to not be pulled along into the fighting and non-sense that is war, and injuries and illness plague them on the daily. There is little comfort in the army camps, and on the cold night all that can be done is bundle deeper into his robes and share a few of his extra scarves when the younger ones become chilled.

Mr. Captain Hero Sir, the tallest of the three heroes, will settle with him beside the fire many a night, a child pressed to either of his sides as Tune and Captain Hero Sir Jr. Either doze or stare into the flames. Neither child is innocent to war, and neither rest easy in the long nights that follow a battle, their hands resting on their blades and their eyes sharp and open against traitors.

There people are cold. They are made harsh and wary and thin by battles after battle, and they meet the world with wariness that Ravio wishes he could wash away with the same ease as his cocoa had offered Mr. Hero.

It’s that thought that sets him off one night, watching the soaked and trembling youngsters' bundle together under warm scarves and the single blanket they’ve been able to find, Mr. Captain Hero Sir lending his own heat to the pile as he holds both of the younger heroes. It’s like watching Mr. Hero come in from the rain all over again, and he wishes that the trio could have the comforts that he’d been able to offer or help Mr. Hero to gather on the rare trip he made home.

And then it strikes him that he does have some of them.

He’s puttering about the fire in a practiced yet clumsy manner, the eyes of the trio of heroes following his motions as he juices the apples and spiced the juice, boiling it over their campfire and handing it out in mugs.

It’s too bitter. He realizes mournfully as he sips his own, but the three all release sighs of delight as they drink, and only thanks can be heard as they smile up at him.

Ravio only wishes they could taste Mr. Hero’s cider; they would be over the moon.

The war ends and he is sent back to his own world. His own Hyrule. He does not bother to correct Lana when she calls it that, there is no point in telling her to send him back to his homeland when there is nothing that waits there except for a bitter and still recovering sister who struggles to speak with him in any manner but that of a princess to her aid. So, he lets the Time Guardian make her mistake, and when she opens another portal, he sees that she smiles, almost knowing, as he waves back at her and steps through.

The portal swirls and tosses him about, nothing like the pathways between Lorule and Hyrule, and Ravio is left lying on the ground when it spits him out, stomach churning as he looks up hazily at apple blossoms and bees that buzz soothingly as they go about their work.

A smile pulls at his face as his body settles, and he’s pulling himself up ad looking around with growing delight as he takes in the familiar cottage and orchard, eyes feasting on the sight.

It must be a Thursday, he tells himself as he looks around. It’s noon and Mr. Hero isn’t puttering about the hives in the back like he does on Mondays, and he’s not working the orchard like he does on Tuesdays, and the washing isn’t hung out to dry like it is on Wednesdays. There’s no fire roaring from the mini-forge round the back like there is on Fridays and Saturdays, and while it could very well be Sunday with how still it is, there isn’t a mug and stool by the front door.

He’d asked once why Mr. Hero liked watching the sunrise every Sunday morning, but his friend had only said it was something even he didn’t have the answer to, only that he’d been doing it since childhood and had no wish to stop now. The mug of weak tea he’d sip as he sat would always be forgotten for some reason or another, and it isn’t there now, at mid-day, when Mr. Hero would be too busy to retrieve it.

So, it’s Thursday, when Mr. Hero cleans his items.

Only, when he taps nervously at the door, there’s no response, and when he peeks in at the single window that hasn’t been left shuttered up, there is no sign of life, only a faint coating of dust across the kitchen table.

Ravio's brow furrows. That won’t do at all! Mr. Hero not using the table? Has he reverted to eating outside alone? Or not at all? Heavens! His friend is thin enough as is! He doesn’t need Mr. Hero fading away entirely!

Worry gnaws as his heart as he searches his pockets for the spare key. He’d only realized after they parted that he’d never returned the thing, and in the months since, he’d found comfort in having another little piece of home. After all, Mr. Hero made the key himself! Something that most people can’t replicate and therefore they can never sneak into his house. The item in question is at the bottom of his pocket, and he only finds it with the help of its faded pink ribbon, the silky fabric catching on his roughened fingers as he digs about.

It clicks into the door stiffly, as it always has, and Ravio has to bite back a sigh as he realizes that Mr. Hero never did get around to fixing that blasted lock and stopping it from sticking every time.

When the door opens, it does so with a creak that makes Ravio wince, and dust flies up around him and makes him cough and wheeze for a good minute before he can enter. When he does step through the door though, his eyes widen in horror.

It’s empty. There’s no sign of life; everything is covered with dust and Mr. Hero’s blasted rocker is still shoved in the corner where he’s last put it. Ravio’s brow furrows. Mr. Hero always used that bloody chair when he cleaned his items, a smirk on his face as he’d stared pointedly at Ravio, rocking the thing in its creaking manner as his oil-cloth would slide over weapons and items, a faint chuckle in his voice when Ravio finally breaks and insults it. He hates the thing, but as he walks further into the room, he finds himself brushing his fingers over its dusty arms with a sad little smile on his face.

The house is empty. Mr. Hero has gone somewhere, possibly yet another adventure, and the house is stale and cold and smells of nothing but dust.

This won’t do, not at all.

He’s bustling about with Sheerow in minutes, dusting surfaces and organizing items. It takes three whole days of fussing; washing the curtains and sheets and tablecloths and hanging them out to dry, dusting off the items on the shelves and lighting the candles around that awful monster mask, turning the mattresses in the bedrooms and cleaning the kitchen from top to bottom.

The whole while, he keeps a pot of cider on, trying his hardest to bring back the smell of home.

By the time he finishes cleaning the house and setting it back to rights, he’s been visited four times by villagers who think that a robbers broken into the house. Each one explains that Mr. Hero has gone away again, just as he expected, but they also welcome Ravio back with bright smiles and even brighter rupees as they wager and haggle to buy some items they’d been hoping to acquire before he’d left.

Before he knows it, he’s got folks coming up to see him regularly, and just like before he’s got his shop all set up in the main room, his poor imitation of cider brewing over the fire and filling the house with a smell that isn’t dust and dirt.

The villagers offer advice on how to better make the cider, how to try and replicate Mr. Hero’s special brew, but none of them appear to know it any better than he does, and the longer he tries the less the house smells like home.

And then, one day, he’s busy tidying the shed, one of the places he’d failed to get in his initial cleaning, when the door busts open and Ravio finds himself darting into a corner to hide as several armed men dressed like knights enter. He’s delighted when he sees Mr. Hero among them, even more delighted to see familiar and not so familiar faces of the family that his friend has brought back with him, and his first order of business (after trying to sell them something) is to invite them up to the house for some cider. The heroes agree, following after and watching as he putters about in a nervous imitation of the easy dance Mr. Hero preforms when he’s working in his kitchen. The cider smells sweet, but wrong as he nervously pours it out into mugs and distributes it, and he has to fight back a wince as Mr. Hero’s face stiffens at the first sip.

“This is good!” Mr. Captain Hero Sir states, sipping at the cider happily, face nostalgic as he looks into his mug. “Just like I remember.” And the others all nod in kind, murmuring thanks and compliments as they drink, but Mr. Hero is still frowning down into his drink and it makes Ravio’s hard patter lightly in shame.

“I know it’s not as good as yours.” Ravio mumbles softly. “I did try, but there’s just-”

“Cloves.” Mr. Hero looks up, brows furrowed. “Did you use cloves?”

And Ravio’s words stutter to a stop, mind winding back to the jar of little black particles that Mr. Hero given him. The ones he had looked at later when he’d unpacked his bags and thought they were seeds from a trade that must have occurred earlier on, one he hadn’t remembered. “Lolia below!” He groans, tugging at the ears of his hood. “I forgot!”

The smile on Mr. Hero’s face is the faintest hint of one, but it’s the closest he’s had in ages to seeing the real thing and Ravio treasures it, smiling softly to himself as the veteran hero pulls himself up out of his cursed rocking chair and moves towards the kitchen, shaking his head. “I’ll make a new batch.”

Mr. Captain Hero Sir snorts into his mug, chuckling softly as Ravio’s eyes fall on him and cocking a brow in question. “So sure you want him in the kitchen?”

Ravio blinks, confused. “Why ever wouldn’t he go in the kitchen, Mr. Captain Hero Sir? It’s his house.”

And that’s all it takes to have Mr. Hero back in the room, a real grin playing over his surly features as he glances between Mr. Captain Hero Sir and Ravio. “’Mr. Cap-’”

“Shut it.” Mr. Captain Hero Sir snaps, face flushing, only making Mr. Hero chuckle mischievously as he looks from one to the other.

“We met in the war.” Ravio explains, motioning to the captain. “When you- when the portals were closed, I stayed home, but then one appeared in my room and-.”

The smile he’d been so delighted to see fades as Mr. Hero stares at him in horror. “You fought in a war?”

“Yes. But don’t worry! I mostly just sold items! I only fought when I really had to and it wasn't all that dangerous. You’re the one who said I wasn’t a coward, Mr. Hero, and when I tried to think of you and how you would act, I didn’t feel so very afraid and I was able to help and-”

“Ravio.” Mr. Hero’s brows furrow in what Ravio knows is a subtle sign of concern. “Don’t worry about it. I just didn’t think Hylia would tug you across time to fight a witch.”

And he nods; he understands. Mr. Hero doesn’t like people having to fight. He doesn’t like adventures and wars and Ravio can understand why, so he doesn’t press, instead turning to his friend and staring at him with all the hope he can gather glimmering in his eyes. “Regardless, Mr. Hero, would you please make us some cider? I haven’t had yours in forever, and no matter what I try it doesn’t come out right!”

Mr. Captain Hero Sir snorts. “Legend can’t cook to save his life, why would you want him to make cider? Your’s is terrific, Rav! We don’t need burnt apple juice to spoil it!”

It’s said in a teasing way, and Mr. Hero’s glare is in no ways serious, but Ravio stares at the rest of the heroes in horror all the same. “Are you saying that Mr. Hero has never cooked for you? He’s never made you cider? Mr. Hero! How could you deprive these poor souls of your brilliant creations!”

The veteran hero rolls his eyes and darts back into the kitchen, but Ravio isn’t done. “No tarts? No pies? Please tell me you at least shared some of your lovely apples with them Mr. Hero!”

But Mr. Hero doesn’t answer, he only continues to glide about the kitchen and whip up a batch of cider that just feels and smells so much like home that tears leak down Ravio’s face, and he’s bursting into sobs as a mug is placed in his hands in the familiar dismissing way that Mr. Hero does thing, as if it’s a side though although they both know it isn’t.

“Ravio, are you-”

“Ravio! You’re crying!” Tune and Captain Hero Junior both cry out, but Ravio can’t bring himself to care as sweetness and spice rolls over his tongue all familiar and safe.

He has been at this house for a month and five days, but it is only when he takes a sip of Mr. Hero’s heavenly cider that he finally feels that he is home.

The heroes have to leave again after a few days, but Mr. Hero allows him to stay (he pretends he’s doing Ravio a favor but the hug that the merchant received once the others were out of sight that first evening is all he needs to know that Mr. Hero has missed him too). There’s fussing and bustling for all of the morning that they depart, but then Ravio is left alone in his and Mr. Hero’s house, with only Sheerow as a companion.

That’s alright. As much as he loves the heroes, he loves the quiet as well. It’s never truly silent here, and the hum of the bees and the singing of Mr. Hero’s bird friends mixed with the song of the breeze and the dancing of the trees to fill his head with noises of home and safety and life.

That doesn’t mean he’s opposed to it when the heroes all come back, time and again.

The wind is whipping fiercely outside when Mr. Hero and the others stumble in through the door, half-frozen and soaked to the skin and so, so reminiscent of so many nights before when he and Mr. Hero were still getting to know each other.

Just like those nights, Mr. Hero’s first course of action is to stumble into the basement where there’s more clamor than usual as Ravio guides the heroes to the living room and pulls out warm blankets for them while Mr. Rancher stokes the fire higher.

Scarfs are wrapped around necks and Ravio delights in handing out fuzzily knit socks for them to wear on their cold and frozen feet. But feet aren’t the only things that are frozen, and the sound of a clatter in the kitchen and a burst of swearing has him darting towards the room, only to see Mr. Hero kneeling in a puddle of apple juice, fingers trembling pitifully as he curses the stairs and the floor and the spilled juice that will no longer be able to become cider.

Ravio frowns as he pulls his friend up, gently guiding Mr. Hero into the living room and settling him before the fire, even as he protests and insists that he still needs to clean the spill and make something warm.

“Let me do it. I’ve been sitting all toasty and you’re half frozen!” Ravio coaxes, rubbing icy fingers in his hands carefully and breathing over them in hopes of inciting some warmth. Cold hands are bad as is, but with Mr. Hero’s arthritis they must be downright miserable!

Mr. Hero scowls, about to protest when Ravio adds. On. “I’ll make hot cocoa.”

That stops Mr. Hero from saying anything, and the veteran hero only nods sullenly as he settles where Ravio had placed him, blushing lightly as Ravio presses a warm kiss to freezing hands before darting up and towards the kitchen.

Cider is a dance full of tripping and blustering, but cocoa is practiced and known and comfortable, and as the chocolate melts in a saucepan he busies himself with the puddle on the floor, listening with a warm smile to the idle banter that leaks in from the living room.

The cocoa is perfectly frothy and sweet when it is done, and Ravio makes extra sure to sprinkle an extra bit of ground chocolate flakes and cinnamon over the cocoa in Mr. Hero’s mug.

Curious eyes follow him as he trails through the living room with a tray of steaming mugs, and he starts with the youngest heroes and works his way forwards, carefully depositing a slightly bitter one in Tune’s hands and an extra sweet one in those of Captain Hero Sir Jr. If cider was any indication, they’ll like what he’s done for them.

He doesn’t know enough about the others to do anything special, but their eyes light up all the same at the smell of the stuff, all save for Mr. Rancher, who looks down at the mug sadly before handing it off to his protégé. Ravio is halfway through handing Mr. Captain Hero Sir a mug when he sees the little exchange, hurt filling his eyes at the rejection of his labor. “Do you not like cocoa, Mr. Rancher Sir?”

There’re snorts of laughter from the others at the name, but Ravio ignores them, green eyes boring into midnight blue as the rancher shifts uncomfortably.

“We’ve never had cocoa before.” Mr. Champion Hero Sir frowns, looking down at his extra mug and then up to his mentor. “Why don’t you at least try it?”

“I can’t.” Mr. Rancher murmurs apologetically, offering a weak smile to the merchant and then his protégé. “I’m- uh...allergic.”

Understanding dawns on him. “I’m so terribly sorry! Would you-”

“If I may,” Mr. Rancher stands, brushing himself off. “Might ah make some tea? I can do that at least without setting things on fire, so you needn’t fuss ‘bout it.”

“Of course! Mr. Hero keeps some tea in the corner cabinet I believe.” He answers, and the hero nods thankfully before ducking into the kitchen.

Ravio shakes his head to himself. How unfortunate, but at least Mr. Rancher can have cider, apples don’t hurt wolves after all.

He’s handed out mugs to the rest of the heroes before he moves to curl up at Mr. Hero’s side. His house-mate huffs lightly as Ravio has to help him hold his mug while his fingers thaw, but once he’s taking small sips, Ravio is bustling about the two of them with pillows to make them comfortable, and making sure that Mr. Hero’s favorite blanket is snug over both of their shoulders before he takes a proper sip himself.

It’s sweet and rich, and after having so much cider, eh sighs in disappointment. “Still doesn’t beat your cider, Mr. Hero.”

“I told you I could make some.” His housemate responds with a huff. “But why would you want cider when you can have cocoa?”

“Why would you want cocoa when you could have cider?” Ravio challenges in return.

Just like that, the old argument blooms between them as they bundle close together, his scarf around both their necks and the blanket covering their shoulders and trapping the heat of the fire before them. Giggles sound from around them as the heroes listen to them squabble, their lack of malice clear to the others as the age-old argument comes to its close with Mr. Hero scoffing and slurping his drink pointedly.

“If you offered cocoa at an event in any other country but Lorule, it would sell like mad, whereas if you offered cider, you’d be left with half a barrel to drink at the end of the day.”

“The opposite is true in Lorule though.” He responds with a grin, but he lets it end there as Mr. Hero yawns heavily, head drooping to lean ever so slightly on his shoulder. A smile lights his face as he gently takes Mr. Hero’s empty mug, ignoring the coos and chuckles of the others as he pulls the blanket closer around Mr. Hero’s shoulders before running a hand through long pink locks. There’s still ice in Mr. Hero’s hair, but it’s silky soft like rabbit fur all the same.

There’s no comeback to his argument as Mr. Hero falls asleep on his shoulder, and Ravio wouldn’t have it any other way.

He turns to the others with a mock glare, brows low and eyes glinting with mischief as Mr. Rancher re-enters the room with a mug of tea, a surprised smile on his face. “Cider is the superior drink, correct?”

Some grin with mischief and agree, and others roll their eyes with a smile as they sip their drinks, but no one contests his statement, and he feels satisfied that he has, at last, won the argument. It’s almost a shame Mr. Hero didn’t get to see it, but looking at the peaceful face that leans on his shoulder, he supposes he doesn’t mind too very much.

#cocoa and cider #apple cider #cocoa #linked universe #linkeduniverse #lu ravio #lu legend #lu warriors #lu wind #lu wild #lu time #lu twilight #fluffics #linked universe fic requests #domestic fluff

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marahuyos · 4 years ago

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anon asked: Could I request the reader being childe’s younger sister/sibling but she’s the second youngest so in her earlier teenage years and maybe sneaks out one night doing something dangerous like fighting a bunch of ruin guards with friends or something like that

*:･ﾟ✧ takes place during childe’s story quest!

f!reader

platonic relationship!

tw: none

You tugged your sibling closer, not wanting to let him go as you explored this part of Liyue. The greenery was a completely foreign site to you, the warmth of the sun almost weirding you out because you weren’t used to have a sun shining down on you. You didn’t have a shining sun giving warmth to the frozen lands of Snezhnaya so having short clothes is so... different.

“Wow...” Teucer breathed out, looking at the vast lands. “This looks amazing!”

“Right!?” You exclaimed back. “Man, seeing this is so worth being stowaways!”

“Hey!” Teucer suddenly shouted, pointing his finger at something. You followed his finger to see a Ruin Guard sitting next to a broken tower. You immediately bit your lip. You’ve seen what they actually were, no thanks to you going out underneath Ajax’s nose. But you can’t break Teucer’s heart by not going towards it.

You thought back to your training with Ajax. You were sure you can at least stall the thing, right?

You smiled back at Teucer. “Let’s go meet Mr. Cyclops!”

Teucer’s smile was all the confidence that you needed. You two hurried to where the Ruin Guard was, Teucer nearly dragging you in his excitement. The hulking mass of metal slowly made you regret your decision but you had to show strength. You weren’t going to let some rusty robot destroy your little brother’s dreams.

Seeing the thing up close though, you realized just how idiotic your plan seemed to be. You just hoped that this one was a defective Ruin Guard as you watched Teucer run up to it without a care in the world. The hulking mass loomed over you two, but Teucer doesn’t seem to care. With his arms raised in glee, he greeted the giant like an old friend.

“Mr. Cyclops!” He yelled. “We came to see you!”

So far, nothing has happened. Maybe this was a defective Ruin Guard all along?

You lowered your guard, letting a smile break free until you noticed the pebble falling off on its shoulder.

“Teucer, get back!” You yelled, grabbing his shoulders and pushing him behind you. Your polearm automatically appeared in your hands, putting yourself in a defensive stance in front of Teucer.

He calls out your name, voice quivering. “Wh-What’s wrong?”

Your heart broke that you had to break his dreams but you can’t do it. Not to him, or to Ajax.

“This Mr. Cyclops is uh...” You scrambled for an excuse. “He’s a really mean one! He’s one of those bullies!”

Teucer gasped indignantly. “Mr. Cyclops is not a bully!”

“Well, there are a lot of Mr. Cyclops’,” you continued, eyeing up at the already standing Ruin Guard, “and sometimes they can be just meanies!”

You hoped that was an adequate excuse for whatever you were about to pull. The Ruin Guard reared its arms, preparing to strike the ground. Without delay, you picked up Teucer and ran away from the strike. The ground that you were on before corroded and pulverized to dust as you hurried to a nearby forest. Spotting a thick enough bush, you tossed Teucer there, crouching down to his level with a stare that said ‘Stay here.’

Turning your back against your little brother, you readied your polearm against the Ruin Guard, it’s yellow core staring down at you like if it was capable of gloating. With a battle cry, you ran up to the thing, sidestepping its punches and piercing your polearm to where the joints are. It sparked and you could hear mechanical somethings breaking down but it wasn’t enough.

Rearing back, you stared up in horror at the sight of it’s back, missiles raring to fire. There was no way to dodge it in time and you had no idea if any of them would hit Teucer. Fearing for the worst, you shut your eyes. You hear the missiles fire and you instinctively flinched.

Yet nothing happened. You peeked with one eye and you wished you hadn’t.

The familiar red scarf fluttering with his Hydro Vision, the water blades that he holds in each hand, the orange mop that you kept teasing him that he should get a haircut. It was him.

Without warning, Ajax jumped and gouged the core with his water lance. The Ruin Guard immediately staggered back, it’s footsteps creating mini-earthquakes that you had to ground yourself. Without even grunting, Ajax managed to tear the core away from its body. The core spazzed when it was pierced through his lance. Ajax then hopped off of the Ruin Guard as it flopped down on the ground, no longer moving.

The only source of sound were the birds who flew overhead and your labored breathing. You still had trouble assessing the situation as you were still holding your polearm in a death grip. Thankfully, you didn’t have to wait too long to snap out of your stupor.

“What on Teyvat were you thinking!?” Ajax yelled, whirling back to you. You flinched when you saw his face; his eyes were positively dripping with anger and it didn’t help that his mouth was etched into a snarl. “I thought I left you back home and here you are, fighting a Ruin Guard!”

“A-Ajax...” You stammered. “I...”

“Don’t blame them, big brother!” Teucer exclaimed from his hiding spot. His arms quickly parted the bushes, leaves still clinging to him but he still hurried to your side. “It was my idea to meet Mr. Cyclops!”

Ajax’s eyes widened at the sight of Teucer before he glared back at you. “You brought Teucer with you!?”

Warmth began to bloom behind your eyes as you looked down, not wanting to meet his gaze. “I-I’m sorry...”

Your sorry state made Ajax’s words constrict in his throat. Even when you did something dangerous and trying to scold you, he still can’t feel bad about making any of his family cry.

With a sharp sigh, he brought you closer to his body, wrapping you in a hug. From there, he felt the tears stain his shirt and frankly he would prefer that over the blood that he’s stained with. Looking at Teucer, who was already beginning to cry, raised his hand to his little brother.

Questions will have to wait. Right now, Childe is Ajax.

#genshin impact #genshin impact imagines #childe #childe x reader #childe imagines #platonic #x f!reader #x female!reader

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gabxbyr · 3 years ago

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See You Again (English version) Newt x Reader

(English is not my native language so excuse me if there is any mistake)

Finally they had made it. The Right Arm, the end of the Scorch, the end of hell, the end of WICKED. They didn't believe in it anymore and yet here they were, all sitting on the rocks high above the ground, contemplating the people who were gradually packing up the camp in order to leave tomorrow at dawn.

Y/N had delicately placed her head on Newt's shoulder in order to make the most of their newly acquired freedom. She could finally allow herself this simple gesture without having the impression that it was not the moment. Indeed the blond had confessed his love for her just before they fought the grievers to get out of the Maze but with the battle, Chuck's death -at this thought the girl's heart tightened- and the crossing of the Scorch they had never had the opportunity to live their relationship fully. And here, with her cheek on his warm skin and her nostrils impregnated with his masculine scent, she felt like she belonged. On top of that she was with her friends and that's all that mattered. Rather with a part of her friends sadistically reminded her brain as if to tarnish her sudden joy... It is true that many of her companions had died so that they could get there and she could not forget it. First there was Ben, a close friend of Minho and her, as they were all runners; then it was Alby's turn, their leader and their guide, to disappear. Then Chuck's sacrifice, which she still had a hard time getting over -maybe not as hard as Thomas, but still- and at the same time Gally's death, which saddened her, and then the last death, Winston's. Y/N still remembered his death and the way he had been treated. Y/N still remembered his screams when those damn cranks had lacerated his belly and that tragic gunshot that meant the death of their friend. At the thought she couldn't suppress a shiver.

-Y/N, Newt's voice suddenly rang out, waking her from her lethargy. Are you all right ?

He was surely aware of her silence and her shivers.

-Yes do not worry, she answered by playing gently with the fingers of the blond whom she fixed with a nostalgic face. I just thought of all the sacrifices which we had to endure to arrive here and of all the close ones that we lost.

Newt looked at the girl pressed up against him with a mixture of love, compassion and sadness in his brown orbs. He understood exactly what she was getting at, after all Alby was one of his best friends and he would never know they were out of the Maze. Yet he also knew that if he could do it again he wouldn't change a thing if it meant he could be here with her. It was with this thought that he gently lifted her face with his fingers under her chin to plunge his eyes into her Y/E/C ones.

-I know how you feel, we all feel it here. But you know as well as I do that we wouldn't be here without them, and maybe what I'm about to say will sound completely selfish, but I'm glad we're both here.

As an answer she gave him one of her sincere and radiant smiles that illuminated her beautiful face damaged by the dust and the sun. The blond wanted to bend down to kiss her sweet lips but Minho didn't count on it and took the girl by the armpits and made her turn in the air.

-Did I hear Princess depressed ?

-Minho ! Y/N shouted, ripped from the sweet embrace of the former second in command. Put me down right now or I swear I'll throw up on you !

-Better you throw up on me than on your loser boyfriend's mouth, said the asian boy proud of him. Don't you think ?

-Her loser boyfriend fucks you.

Newt had wanted to take a stern voice but he failed miserably far too happy to see his girlfriend and his best friend playing like children and laughing so lightly. It reminded him of the happy times he had spent on the Glade away from the horror of the outside world. Frypan must have been thinking the same thing because while the two of them were still running around behind each other the former Galder's cook approached the blond.

-I miss the Glade.

-Me too, Newt admitted. But now that it's all over I'm happy.

-Yes, it's all over, Fry murmured with a smile.

As the two troublemakers returned to sit with them breathless from their childishness Thomas arrived to join them, Chuck's statuette clutched in his fingers. There was a sudden silence as nostalgic thoughts undoubtedly resurfaced.

-If only Chuck could have seen this.

It was the brown man's voice, full of immeasurable sadness. Slowly Y/N put his hand on his shoulder in compassion as Newt cleared his throat.

-He would be so proud of you, Tommy.

The nickname made Thomas smile softly as he murmured a "yeah" in response. He missed little Chuck terribly, but was grateful to have Newt, Minho, Y/N, Frypan and Teresa by his side. He wondered where Teresa could be. He felt the need to see her and to hold her in his arms as the blond did with his friend. He was going to ask where she was but he was cut by Frypan who greeted Aris by shouting.

-l kinda like that kid.

Minho gave a septic look to Fry showing his disagreement with him.

-Yeah. I still don't trust him, though.

His remark made the blockards laugh, recognizing the typical suspicious behavior of the Asian.

-Minho in all his splendor, ladies and gentlemen.

The former keeper of the runners looked at the only girl of the group by raising his eyebrows then he smirked which never announces anything good.

-You, he began, pointing at her. Believe me I smell you ! You smell like klunk !

Suddenly a mini scream was heard coming out of his mouth as Y/N had just hit him in the shoulder.

-I call mistreatment of Asians racism, Frypan said.

-Thank you bro, Minho thanked him, pretending to cry. We understand each other !

After a new laugh from the blockards, Thomas remembered the question he wanted to ask before they debated Aris. He then turned his jet-black eyes towards his comrades.

-Hey, where's Teresa ?

Y/N frowned a little at the name. From the moment this girl arrived, she had found her strange and her doubts had been reinforced during their crossing of the Scorched Earth, but except for Minho and Newt, whenever she talked about it with someone, they told her that her suspicions were simply based on a feeling of jealousy because she was no longer the only girl in the group. Nonsense! The proof was that she got along very well with Brenda. But the girl with Y/H/C hair preferred to keep quiet and ignore the question unlike her boyfriend.

-Yeah, the blonde answered, pointing to a sharp rock in the distance behind them. She went up there.

The brunet thanked him with a nod before leaving hurriedly to meet her. They were all aware of Thomas' feelings towards his blue-eyed goddess and although the others didn't care -except maybe Minho who didn't hold Teresa in his heart- Y/N had a bad feeling.

This was confirmed when shortly afterwards bergs belonging to the WICKED began to arrive in the distance. The girl's heart began to pound ferociously as adrenaline and fear mingled within her. They had only just regained their fucking freedom!

The gladers only reacted when the first bombs hit the camp floor.

-Let's get moving, Minho yelled at them as he got up and headed downhill right into the action.

Y/N followed him after a last loving and fearful glance at Newt. Screams, blood and fire surrounded them now as they made their way to Harriet and Vince in search of weapons to fight with. Vince handed the gladers guns.

-Can you use these ?

They nodded and prepared to fire.

-Cover me, shouted the leader of the Right Arm.

So it was with fear but adrenaline that they stood around the van containing the machine gun and began firing at the WICKED soldiers. The rage of life they felt left little room for guilt, even though they would have deaths on their conscience.

-There are too many of them, Minho despaired.

They were running out of munitions and the asian's realization gave them an extra wave of fear... This was the end, WICKED was winning. As Y/N searched her pockets for ammunition she heard Vince's deep voice ringing in her ears just before she felt a wave of electricity run through every inch of her body and then she fell into unconsciousness.

When they woke up, the gladers were in a line, among the other WICKED subjects, kneeling and weakened. Y/N stood between Minho and Newt and looked at Rat Man with all the rage she felt. She had to look away, however, when a soldier came up behind her, scanned her neck and announced.

-A3.

This is what she was reduced to. A fucking number, like an animal. They were dehumanizing them as if they were nothing more than livestock. WICKED was intentionally forgetting that they were just teenagers. This realization made her clench her fists and teeth. Her impulsiveness was getting the better of her.

-Where's Thomas, she heard Rat Man ask.

And before she could stop herself, her rebellious and impulsive side surfaced.

-Up your ass, you rat-faced bastard !

A silence was created on the battlefield. Newt looked at her reproachfully as Janson turned red with anger. He approached the girl and before the gladers could react Rat Man took her by the arm and threw her into the middle of them all. And as she tried to get up from the ground, she was kicked in the abdomen, making her regret her stupid behavior.

-You want to play it smart ? Well you're going to regret it kid, he then turned to one of his colleagues. Did you say that we had almost all of them ?

Y/N saw the guard nod as she began to get really scared.

-Good, Janson seemed to be pleased as he loaded his gun and pointed it at her. I guess no one will mind if I kill one of them then ?

The salt-and-pepper haired man was preparing to shoot under the incessant shouting of the gladers and the threats of Newt when Thomas appeared.

-I'm here.

Janson then diverted his attention from the young girl who went to snuggle in the arms of her boyfriend. The latter held her against him as if his life depended on it.

-Everything's fine, he whispered in her ear, trying to reassure himself. I am there.

During this time the brown one also took a blow of the part of the Rat Man then was placed at the sides of Minho who looked at him dazed.

-Why didn't you run ?

-I'm tired of running.

His statement seemed to cast a sort of veil of hope over the blockards and Y/N lifted herself a little from the blond to give Thomas a discreet smile. He was right, they should stop running. However, her smile quickly faded when another berg appeared and landed a few meters away from their position, bringing a sense of fear back to the group.

Ava Paige. The woman with platinum blonde hair who was supposedly dead and was the head of the WICKED. Their worst enemy was standing in front of them, staring at them like the test subjects they were in her eyes. She ordered Janson to start the boarding and that's how the different teenagers were dragged towards the berg. So far, none of the gladers had been taken. However, Ava stopped in front of them and made Thomas stand up.

-Good evening, Thomas.

Was she making fun of him? She put him in a damn Maze, sent him to a city full of cranks and hunted him down to say a simple good evening ? The only thing the brunette could think at that moment was "go to hell" but he preferred to keep quiet and look at her, a defiant glare stuck to his face. However all trace of insolence flew away when Teresa appeared at the side of this woman.

-I don't believe it, said Minho, standing up.

-Teresa, Frypan murmured in astonishment.

-But what's going on here ? asked Newt lost.

-She's with the enemy, Thomas suddenly said in a voice devoid of emotion.

Y/N couldn't stop a nervous laugh from coming out of her lips as a huge hatred took place in her heart.

-I knew it, she whispered, realizing she was right all along. You are a fucking traitor !

The blond realizing that his girlfriend was once again going to put herself in a sensitive situation placed his arm in front of her as if to protect her and prevent anyone from hurting her. He would not allow it.

That was the moment Janson chose to intervene.

-Teresa's always had an evolved appreciation of the greater good. Once we restored her memories, it was only a matter of time.

-I'm sorry, she began as the gladers looked at her accusingly. I had no choice. This is the only way. We have to find a cure.

Thomas lowered his head feeling his heart tear as the girl he was in love with drove the stake of betrayal deeper into his heart. He wanted so badly for this to be just a nightmare yet he knew it was real.

-And a cure for your bullshit ? Minho interjected with his usual sarcasm. Didn't you find it ?

-Drop it, Minho, added Y/N. All it would take is a little loyalty and humanity.

The dark-haired girl looked down but ignored them royally as Ava confirmed her words. The latter was trying to convince them that she was not a monster and that she just needed more time. But Marie, the camp doctor, spoke up.

-And more blood !

-Hello, Marie, said the blonde woman as the female doctor approached. I hoped we'd meet again. I'm sorry it had to be under these circumstances.

-I'm sorry about a lot of things too, Marie cut her off. But not this. At least my conscience is clear.

Unlike Teresa, Y/N thought furtively before concentrating on Ava's answer.

-So is mine.

A shot rang out, cutting short the exchange between the two women. And the said Mary collapsed on the ground under the desperate cries of Vince and the murderous glance of Janson. While looking at this scene with teary eyes, Thomas understood what he had to do. At this thought his breathing became more panting and the tension in his muscles more oppressive. He waited for the WICKED to begin boarding them before pulling out a bomb and threatening to detonate it.

-Everyone stand back, Janson ordered his soldiers, his stress mounting. Hold your fire !

-Let them all go, Thomas shouted as Rat Man tried to talk him down.

Janson, Ava, and even Teresa all began to talk to him to make him listen to reason, not realizing that they were only reassuring him of his decision. Moreover, the gladers, at first overwhelmed by the events, began to understand why their friend was doing this and it was resigned that Minho came to Thomas' side and nodded to show his support. He was followed closely by Frypan, Newt and Y/N who hold hands with the blond man.

-We're with you, Thomas, said the latter, taking his girlfriend in his arms for a last embrace.

-Do it Thomas, added the asian to cover the protests of Teresa and Ava.

-We are ready, made Fry by holding the shoulder of the brown.

-It's the end, finished Y/N by pressing a little more strongly the blond in her arms.

After a last glance towards his friends Thomas turned to Teresa.

-We're not going back there, he declared while shaking before preparing to release the bomb. It's the only way.

Suddenly, as Ava Paige's scream resonated as if to prevent the explosion, a horn went off, stopping Thomas in his tracks. It was Jorge who drove like a madman into one of the WICKED helicopters, leaving the members of the Right Arm the opportunity to disperse and defend themselves.

-Are you all right ? asked Newt, concerned about the well-being of his beloved.

For all answer Y/N nodded her head before joining the others and suddenly getting down on the ground while Thomas had just thrown the bomb on the members of the inter-governmental organization. As they got up, they went in search of weapons to fight with. Brenda was defending them from the top of the cliffs like a sniper. She had managed to hit Janson in the shoulder, which made Y/N smile and find a gun. Hope made her heart beat again and gave her enough adrenaline to fight.

As for Vince, he went back to his machine gun, shooting at the WICKED soldiers and at the same time quenching his thirst for revenge for Marie's death. It was total chaos. The gladers were running for cover, covered by Minho and Y/N who were the only two of the group to have acquired weapons. They found some debris to hide behind about hundred meters away.

-Keep going, the asian shouted. We got you !

-Be careful ! Newt asked worriedly as they ran to their hiding place.

-Don't worry about us, the girl tried to reassure him.

Thomas suddenly arrived running, he passed behind his two friends to join the others. It was the last one they could retreat. Y/N then began to run towards her friends when she realized that the asian did not follow her.

-Minho, what are you doing ? she shouted to him already six meters away from him.

-Go ahead, go ahead, he replied, shooting at a soldier. I'll catch up with you !

She continued her race trusting her best friend when she saw him taking an electrifying ball of the WICKED and falling on the ground shaking of spasms. She shouted his name and asked him to get up and join her. She heard her friends in the distance doing the same but the former keeper of the runners was close to sink in the unconsciousness. She then turned her gaze to her friends in the distance and then to Mihno who was beginning to be carried away. One last time she looked into Newt's chocolate eyes and mouthed a final "I love you" as he understood her intention and shouted at her to stop. It was too late, she had made her decision, we don't abandon our friends. She then faced the asian and started to run towards him as fast as she could. She could feel her heart racing as she shot at the two guards holding her friend. Once she reached him she let out a sigh of relief and with great effort and a few more drops of sweat she managed to lift Minho off the ground. She then looked up at her friends' hiding place and began to sprint. However, as she saw the hopeful looks on her friends' and Newt's faces, she felt an excruciating sting in her back and electricity paralyzing her. She then fell on the sand and dust while letting out a cry of agony which was replaced very quickly by the cry of despair of her favorite blond boy.

The latter seeing the girl he loved being taken away by the WICKED wanted to intervene but his friends understanding that it was over held him back with tears in their eyes and their hearts in pieces. And it was under their desperate looks that the berg enclosing their friends started to fly away while Janson threw them a last triumphant smile while holding firmly the unconscious body of Y/N in his arms.

-Bastards, Newt shouted, on the verge of a nervous breakdown. You bastards ! Bring them back ! Come back ! Give her back to me !

Thomas went over to him to put his hand on his shoulder, but as surprising as it may seem, the blond threw himself into his arms and cried against his shoulder. Usually the second in command kept everything to himself and did not share his sorrows. He never expressed his sadness, but this was too much for him to bear. When Y/N had arrived in the block just after his suicide attempt, she had been a breath of fresh air for him. She had been his little dose of hope and he needed her. He couldn't lose her.

-Tommy, he said in a firm voice, looking into Thomas' wet eyes. Promise me we'll get them back.

-I promise, Newt.

Masterlist

#newt x reader #newt x y/n #newt imagine #newt x oc #tmr newt #newt #the maze runner #the scorch trials #the death cure #the maze runner imagine

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gamer-logic · 3 years ago

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Since my state, Georgia, is having the annual Peaches to Beaches event which is two days of statewide yard sales, I thought it would be interesting to show how America, the states, and any other countries wanting to participate both 1p and 2p would be during this event. So here you go!

Georgia is happily selling fresh produce like boiled peanuts and Vidalia onions and peach-based deserts. Her homemade peach cobbler and ice cream are to die for!

Antonio (Spain) also sells many fresh tomatoes, olives, and other vegetables. He doesn't understand why no one wants his Olive Juice though.

Hawaii and Alaska make a killing selling lemonade at their stand with a free complimentary handmade flower crown with every purchase. While using their sheer cuteness to attract everyone including one of those sweet biker gangs. It's really surreal to see a huge gang of buff, tattooed, tough-looking guys in leather wearing flower crowns and drinking lemonade. Allen's also there to supervise and ward of creep. Also, to provide people more 'incentive' to buy their lemonade.

Texas breaks out the Texas BBQ and is in a Barbecuing turf war with Jett (Australia). They draw huge crowds for the five-alarm chili as well and hold a competition who can eat the most without burning out their tongues and/or passing out.

Florida sells some of the weirdest stuff you'll ever see. "Want a full-scale model of a gator made entirely out of bottle caps? Only ten bucks! Want a portrait of Florida Man painted with orange juice? 15 bucks!"

Nevada also tries to sell weird and sketchy stuff to scam everyone. "This piece is the genuine article folks! One napkin gently used by Elvis Presley himself! Just 500 bucks! Also, gets into a haggling war with Lars (Netherlands). Somewhere Alfred's dad instincts go off and he reminds himself to ground Nevada.

California, Oregon, and Washington collaborate and California sells anything vegan or made with avocadoes and the autographs of Hollywood stars, Oregon sells his old tye-dyed shirts and records, they also made him sell his old groovy hippy bus from the sixties he'd never got rid of no one knew they had. Oregon can be a bit of a hoarder, so they had to tie him to a chair and gag him because he wouldn't surrender the bus without a fight. Washington also tries to sell and drink cups of coffee, but in the hot Southern heat, this doesn't end well.

Louisiana sells anything Cajun-style from frog legs to fresh gumbo, to beignets. Also has a full collection of Mardi Gras masks and shrunken voodoo heads on sale for two bucks a pop.

Gilbert (Prussia) gets tricked by Nevada and gets a ton of stupid things he doesn't need. Ludwig (Germany) tries unsuccessfully to keep him on a metaphorical leash.

Ludwig always checks the quality of things he sees and buys dog toys and supplies for Blackie, Berlitz, and Astor. Later, he actually buys a kiddie leash for Gilbert.

All the while Lutz (2p! Germany) is asleep in a lawn chair with his hat on his face after drinking like six cold beers from this really good booth. All the while, Klaus (2p! Prussia) finds an antique Teutonic Knights flag from a vendor whose family was from Germany.

Vash (Switzerland) buys antique guns from Alabama and Roderich (Austria) also checks out some of Tennessee's guitars. He's horrified upon seeing Alabama's banjo and washboard.

Mathew (Canada) and Emma (Belgium) combine their powers and tag team to sell the best pancakes and waffles on earth with genuine Canadian maple syrup.

New York sells tons of baseball memorabilia and collectibles. Allen, trying to save his bad-boy image, tries to be discreet when buying some while taking Hawaii and Alaska around to get something with their lemonade money. James also gets some hockey memorabilia with Michigan and Minnesota who also got snow cones.

Alaska and Hawaii see a giant deluxe dollhouse but are almost in tears when they don't have enough money. But they end up getting it for free because no one can resist their weaponized puppy dog eyes. Also, no one can resist a growling Allen. Using the leftover money, they buy cute little rainbow umbrella hats for everyone and have Allen wear one who begrudgingly accepts it.

James, walking by with an armful hockey gear and flannel shirts, bursts out laughing when he sees this. In revenge, Allen forces him to wear one too and help him carry the dollhouse, much to Hawaii and Alaska's delight! "I said go my way puck head!" "No, it's my way, you vegan loving hoser!" A passing Francis (France)' is in stylish horror when they also make him and a nonchalant Luis (2p! France), holding a case of vintage wines, wear them too. Hawaii and Alaska go around giving umbrella hats to everyone including a sleeping Lutz they pass by.

Loving (Romano) practically has to supervise Feliciano (Italy) and keep him from buying anything too stupid on impulse or get scammed. They still end up with stacks upon stacks of cookbooks, kitchen wear, and a Mona Lisa made entirely out of Macaroni. They also get umbrella hats.

Flavio (2p! Romano) browses through clothing racks to get ideas for his vintage line. Also checks out the handmade fabrics like quilts. "Such craftsmanship! This pattern is so unique and chic! I simply must have it! What's your price Bella?" The nice old woman selling the quilt just smiles, "Oh just about five dollars young man." "Perfect!" Flavio hands the quilts off to Andreas (2p! Spain) who's practically buried underneath the fabric. Luciano (2p! Italy) facepalms while holding a new knife set in its case. "Oooh! Look at those adorable hats I just have to have one." Cue three more umbrella hats and a humiliated Luciano. "Just kill me now..."

Katyusha (Ukraine), Elizaveta (Hungary), Lillie (Liechtenstein), Natalya, (Belarus), Katya( 2p! Ukraine) and Anastasia (2p! Belarus), and Michelle (Seychelles) explore with armfuls of clothes, new ribbons, and a gun case for Switzerland (Lillie), cast iron frying pans (Elizaveta, watch out Prussia!), farm tools (Katyusha), Jewelry and unmentionables (Katya), dresses (Anastasia), an assortment of switchblades (Natalya), and one of those singing fish on a plague (Michelle). It's definitely an interesting group.

Kiku (Japan) and Kuro (2p! Japan) find a nerd booth selling comics, manga, and Japanese weapons like katanas. Kuro test swings a blade and tries to slice the table so hard it breaks the blade, "Hmmm, not sharp enough for me, got anything else?" He throws it on the pile of broken blades he's already tested. Kiku stockpiles on limited-edition manga and he and the vendor end up getting into a huge, heated by Kiku standards, debate on who's waifu is best. Further down, Alfred reads every Marvel/DC comic while keeping an ear out on every state's location. He checks on Texas via his glasses and notices he's beating Australia in the chili contest. "That's my boy!"

Wisconsin wearing a cheese head sells anything cheese-based. He's got cheddar, goat cheese, string cheese, cheese spray, gorgonzola, grilled cheese, cheese curds, Mac n' Cheese, cheese sculptures of all world monuments, you name it he's got it! He also starts a war with Iowa's corn dishes and Idaho's potato dishes. They eventually end up flinging cheese, potatoes, and corn after they start dissing each other's foods. "Take this cheese brain!" "Nice aim, I-da-ho!" "I told you not to call me that!" "I'm gonna go children of the corn on y'all's behinds!" Poor Nebraska is stuck in the middle.

Alfred (America) hears the commotion and using his parent radar, immediately knows who it is and reminds himself to ground Iowa, Wisconsin, and Idaho later along with Nevada who, though still grounded for sure, makes him feel a little proud of since he managed to out haggle Netherlands.

New Mexico and Arizona also sell Native American handicrafts along with things like dreamcatchers and giant inflatable aliens. While Delaware, being the boring stick in the mud that he is, walks by with a framed and complete U.S. quarter collection from a vendor.

Kansas sells out of every sunflower she had courtesy of Ivan (Russia). Ivan and her the team up to buy out every sunflower seed from here to kingdom come. Viktor (2p! Russia) buys all the vodka he can find and a new shovel while Xiao (2p! China) tries giving people tattoos for 10 bucks a pop.

He tries to convince Yao (China) to get a hello kitty one to match the giant plushie he's holding, with the encouragement of Leon (Hong Kong) and Yong Soo (South Korea) who all collectively agree he needs to quit being such a grandpa. They also like calling him an antique-like the items on sale. " Aiyah! I'm not that old, aru!" "Yeah, you are Sensei." "Don't deny it! Da Ze!" Respect your elders!" "Tattoos originated in Korea da ze!" He totally is that old.

Oliver (2p! England) holds a bake sale and has people lined up for blocks to get some. Arthur (England), after having his scones shut down after it poisoned some unlucky squirrels, fries selling authentic magical items like unicorn hair or pixie dust. Everyone thinks he's a little crazy but he did sell a good bit of old magic books he needed to get out of his house, after making sure no one could actually use them of course.

The Nordics also went perusing for antique and handmade furniture when Mathias (Denmark) spots two full sets of Viking costumes and tries to get Lukas (Norway) to try them on with him. Lukas wasn't amused.

Berwald (Sweden) and Tino (Finland) also find a great handmade table to get after inspecting the workmanship and a full Lego set for Peter (Sealand), now if only Mathias would stop squealing like a little kid at the full piece lego death star. Emil (Iceland) keeps thinking he's the mature one until he spots a mini top hat and cane for Mr. Puffin.

In the end, everyone ends up wearing umbrella hats courtesy of Hawaii and Alaska, loving all the strange things they bought or counting the profits they made. Alfred (America) is proud of his kids and visits everyone one of their stands. He ends up looking pretty funny with an umbrella hat (HW, AK), a washboard, (AL),a picture of Florida Man, (FL), a balloon alien (NM, AZ), a tye dye shirt (CA, WA, OR), hockey stick shaped glasses (MN, MI), a giant stack of comics with a replica Thor hammer and Captain America shield on his back, all in a shopping cart (NV), and a giant turkey leg in his hand (Tx). Unsurprisingly, it was a tie between Oliver, Texas, and Australia for who earned the most with their food. Georgia just smiled as this was another great year for her state and people!

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ramibvnd · 4 years ago

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Genya the Heartbreaker

This is my fic for the Mini Bang 21 hosted by @grishaversebigbang

The Materialki from Gang 22: @vigittarious (Zoya) @gigi-drxws (Genya and Alina) @hivertoautumn (Genya) made amazing art!

Summary: The Tsar hosts a ball in the palace and Genya is excited. However, suddenly she‘s the center of attention because two well known people court for her. The decision is not easy and for once Genya wishes she wasn‘t so handsome and charming because the gifts from her admirers become a bit too much.

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The court was buzzing due to the excitement of the coming ball, Tsar Nikolai had announced five hours ago. It had been a while since the last time a big and glamorous ball was held in the palace. After her duties in the palace were done, she would search Alina and together they would harass the dressmaker until they made special gowns for them. She couldn’t help but smile when she thought about her best friend and didn’t pay attention to where she was heading anymore, which resulted in her stumbling into David Kostyk.

“Saints, David, I’m sorry”, she apologised and brushed imaginary dust off his kefta.

The durast looked as if he was about to piss his pants though. With a harrumph he adjusted the collar of his kefta and inhaled deep: “No need to apologise, this was my fault. I’m happy to see you though.”

Her eyes darted from his eyes over his body and back: “Yeah?”

“Would you be my partner for the ball?”

The question came out of the blue, even though Genya knew that David had a little crush on her, and her jaw dropped. She didn’t deal with that question yet.

“Give me time to think about it, ok?”, she exhaled and patted on his shoulder, before she rushed off. Her cheeks were burning and she hid it by letting her hair fall over her face, which made her run in person again. This time it was Zoya Nazyalensky, the commander's dark hair shined in the chandelier’s light and her blue eyes fixated Genya and that made her blush even more.

“Excuse me, commander”, the tailor mumbled and tried to pass the tall squaller but to her surprise she was held back.

“You’re red like a tomato”, Zoya meant with a judging look, “But anyway. I wanted to ask you, if you want to join my side for the ball.”

Zoya Nazyalensky was one of the most intimidating grisha Genya knew, but also one of the most attractive. She would love to be Zoya’s partner but she would also love to be David’s partner. Hence, Genya could only answer: “I’ll consider it, but I feel honoured.”

“Someone already asked you'', Zoya asserted and glanced past Genya, as if the other person would be there. The etherealkis’s eyes narrowed and she tightened her grip around the tailor’s arm: “Don’t make me fight for you, Genya Safin. Whoever is my opponent, they will lose.”

“Amazing”, Genya gulped and pushed past Zoya, this time the commander didn’t hold her back.

The next day began with nervousness for the corporalki. She didn’t want to go out of her dorm to see what Zoya would do. Because Zoya would do something, for sure. Eventually she was forced though, because someone knocked against her door. Bracing herself for the worst, she opened the door but only looked into a servant’s bugged face. He was holding a huge bouquet of flowers in all forms and colours. A tag was attached to one and when Genya turned it around, she read: Good morning, dearest Genya.

It was David’s handwriting. Then, to her horror, a second servant showed up, also with flowers, but this time from Zoya. As long as the gifts stay flowers, I can handle it, the tailor thought but she felt that this was only the start.

After breakfast Genya set off for her patients’ chambers but halfway there, she was headed off by David.

“What an incident, I meet you”, the durast smiled shyly and made Genya doubt that it was an incident, “I have something for you.”

Kostyk pressed a hair decoration into Genya’s hands and because she dealt with such things every day, she instantly knew that it was worth a lot. It was gilded and rubies were embedded in the delicate shape.

“Thank you”, she said, unsure how to respond to it, “But I cannot accept that, it’s worth too much.”

“Nothing is worth too much for you”, David said softly and closed Genya’s hands around it, “Just take it. I had fun crafting it.”

The following hours, the jewellery on her desk reminded her that she would need to make the decision between David and Zoya soon. Eventually the morning was over and she grabbed some food in the dining hall, to eat it with Alina outside at the pond. On the practice field was as always a lot going on, Botkin training young grishas and some Infernis were lightning up straw dolls. She enjoyed watching it, until she spottet Zoya approaching her, a determined, slightly angry expression on the beautiful face. The squaller stopped a few steps away from her, brought her hands together and before Genya could process what was happening, a small storm gathered. Zoya let it expand into a bigger cloud until the wind pulled at Genya’s hair and every single person on the field was watching. Fascinating was that Zoya had mixed some sort of blue powder into the air, so that the wind was visible and it looked as if the storm had a life on its own. It deformed over and over again, from a tiger to a wild horse. Nazyalensky’s expression was concentrated, but there was an affectionate sparkle in her eyes. At the end of the demonstration, the storm collapsed into a rose and rested at Genya's feet. Zoya smiled at Genya and brushed a red lock behind her ear: “Perhaps this makes the decision easier for you.”

Then the commander spun around and walked away, leaving Genya on the spot.

“Alina”, Genya sighed and frowned, “I have a serious problem and you are laughing? I’m worried about what Zoya will do to David when she finds out, that he’s her opponent.”

“Genya, be happy that two of the most handsome and powerful people openly run for you”, Alina grinned, “Nikolai surpasses you in the amount of admirers, but except for him you are the unbeaten top. Enjoy it.”

Genya opened her mouth to say something but closed it, because she figured that whatever she would say, it wouldn’t make Alina stop laughing. Instead she bit into her sandwich and tried to forget her admirers.

Harder though than done though, because when they returned to the little palace, the news that Zoya Nazyalensky gifted Genya Safin flowers made out of her power, got around the golf course. Some grishas smiled about it, mostly the one’s that already had a partner, but the majority threw the tailor one or two jealous looks. Zoya was almost everybody’s secret crush and having her openly running for your hand was dream material. To Genya’s relieve also this day was over at some point and she walked back to her dorm, exhausted from avoiding David and Zoya all day long, when she crossed path with Tsar Nikolai.

His mouth transformed into a wide smile as soon as he saw her and he hugged her: “Genya, I hear a lot of things about you. For once, someone else is the hotter topic here, it’s refreshing.”

“It’s not”, Genya sighed “Why can’t they just act like normal people.”

“Because you are a commodity in demand, sweet heart.”

Genya snorted and clapped Nikolai’s a: “I am no commodity.”

“I know, this was just a stylistic device to illustrate the situation”, Nikolai assuaged, “And I think there’s someone who has to say something to you.”

He nodded to the floor in front of them and Genya was tempted to turn around and run away when she saw David. He was holding a letter and definitely waiting for her. It turned out to be a poem and it was actually quite good, but she was way too tired to really listen.

It had been two days since Zoya’s storm and David’s poem and Genya savoured the silence. She didn’t need to wolf her meals down and use the secret corridors to walk through the palace in order to not meet anyone who might make something crazy to get her favour. However, her lucky streak ended the moment the freshly recruited grishas entered the dining room while breakfast.

The whole room went dead silent when the young grisha with the blond braids stepped forward and declared: “We’re here to perform a song for Genya Safin.”

Before they started Genya buried herself under the table and wished she could make herself invisible. Across the room she saw David, observing the scene with an irritated expression. Considering Zoya’s position it was a bit unfair - she could make Ravka sing for Genya, literally, and David had no such resources.

They made eye contact and suddenly she was very grateful that she had someone to look at who didn’t laugh or stare at her in disbelief because the grishas began to sing an ancient love song.

The moment the last singer closed their mouth, Genya stormed out of the hall, ready to strangle Zoya for this action. Too much was too much. Eventually, she ended up sitting at the pond, trying to make slates slide on the water. By tomorrow she would need to have chosen her partner, because the evening after was the ball and tomorrow was also the day she and Alina would get their outfits. As she thought of her best friend, an idea formed in her head. What if she did the most unexpected out of all? Excited about her idea she headed back to her friend’s dorm and opened the door, hoping Alina would be there but she wasn’t in sight. She would see her anyway at dinner at the latest and her concern could wait until then. With a content smile she went to her own dorm and opened the door.

“By all the saints”, Genya whispered and stared at the cannon. The chase was engraved with the pictures of Saints and other figures of the old Ravkan tales. The metal was altered, so it was white instead of silver and the holding sparkled golden. The inspiration was definitely coming from Genya’s kefta and the work would’ve only been done by a grisha. And she only knew one grisha who would first off, send her a cannon and second off, be able to create a cannon. Pretty confident that she would never have any use of it, she walked around and lay on her bed, to take a nap.

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#alina x genya #genya x zoya #genya x david #grishaverse #mini bang 21 #grishaverse mini bang 21 #genya safin #zoya nazyalensky #malyen oretsev #nikolai lantsov #david kostyk #shadow and bone #shadow and bone netflix #ball au #love triangle

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erin-gilberts · 3 years ago

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have you had any other experiences in that apartment?

OH BUCKLE UP for this one because the woman is well-known to me and she's been making herself known ever since I moved in five years ago. I've had so many experiences in this apartment but public opinion is mixed on whether the apartment is what's haunted or if I am.

When I first moved in, I thought I just had first apartment jitters about not being in a dorm or a home surrounded by other people any more. But there were always two places I never wanted to be for too long: the bathroom and the walk-in closet. I always had to shower with the curtain open. The closet door had to be shut or the light inside it had to be on 24/7. After about three weeks to a month, that's when I first noticed little things would be moved around overnight. Sometimes things would appear that I'd lost. Sometimes things would vanish until I asked for them back.

Then there was the writing in the dust. It was tiny and scratchy and it could have been pareidolia, but it sure did look like a cursive name. Grace. So I started calling her that. I told my friends about this, and one time, my girlfriend at the time was over; I told her I was going to go shower before we went out. She thought - not said, thought - that if the ghost was real, she should write her name in a particular way on the bathroom mirror for when I came out. I came out of the shower and immediately called my girlfriend in because huh, look at this, this kinda looks like your name. I was thinking it was just old scribbles I made on the mirror that coincidenced into something cool. I've never seen all of the color literally drain out of someone's face like it did hers that day as she sputtered out that she asked the ghost to do that.

Then there were the mysterious cold hand I would occasionally feel on my ass in the shower or on my thigh on the bed. The first time it happened in the shower I went immediately into fight-or-flight because my instincts thought someone had broken in. I elbow slammed the shower curtain and fell out of the shower. No one had ever been there.

My friends were terrified of my bathroom by the end of my first summer there. Some even told me it felt oppressive in there and some suggested it felt like someone OD'd in there. One time when I was washing my hands, I looked up into the mirror and saw a woman around 5'1 or so with red curly hair standing in my shower. Again: fight-or-flight response activated immediately; my gut told me she was a real human being, but I whirled around and no one was there. This happened to some of the apartment sitters I've had over the years, too! They would catch a glimpse that was just enough to scare them of a woman with red curly hair.

One time during quarantine, I was writing a horror story involving a monster I made up, who steals the form of one of the other character to traumatize the lead character. The lead character is autistic, and in that scene, she was snapping as an anxious stim to try and calm herself down from it. Again, all in my head, not said out loud. Then as I was going to bed that night, I heard what I thought was a snap in my ear and I was instantly awake. I told myself I was just being silly and spooked myself writing scary things late at night, so I rolled over and was going to go back to bed - and like centimeters above my nose, there was a second snap. Closer to me and definitely on purpose.

Activity seems to increase after I've seen or interacted a lot with Ghostbusters that day - I have a Ghostbusters merch shelf next to the closet, and things will move. Recently - last week kinda recently - the day after I was telling someone that the closet had never stopped creeping me out, I woke up the next morning to see my Holtzmann mini-figure had been grabbed, dragged a little down the shelf (leaving a drag mark that wouldn't be caused by just getting knocked over), and turned so that her proton gun beam was pointing DIRECTLY TOWARD THE CLOSET.

All of this has occurred spread out over five years - so there are sometimes MONTHS-long periods where nothing happens, and then for some reason or another the activity just RAMPS up and tons of things will happen in a single week. It's pretty much a full-on invisible turd roommate situation, but I genuinely don't get the impression she's harmful. It really feels like she's just having a laugh at me sometimes, like, "Oh, you know what would be funny as hell? Watch THIS"

My friends who come over to "test" Grace often get the shit spooked out of them. My best friend learned this a couple of times, including one night where they were messing around with an Ovilus. We got no responses all night until we packed up and got into their car out front to go to their place, and right when they said we were heading out and this was her last chance, the device said both goodbye and Grace.

#erin is talking #haunted apartment #IT ALL SOUNDS INSANE BC IT IS INSANE ASDAFSDAFSD #but this has been my life since 2017 and many many people have told me my apartment gives them the creeps

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random-mha-thoughts · 5 years ago

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random-mha-thoughts masterlist

The entire Touch-Starved Collection, by character then alphabetized. Stories first then headcanons.

Assume gender neutral reader unless otherwise specified

(R) = request

(HC) = headcanon

Genres:

Angst=anger, sadness, and anything inbetween

Crack=stupid fun and comedy

Fluff=want to be devastated with uwu’s? try these if you want to be reminded how lonely you are

Spice=PG-13 situations; not quite nsfw but not G/PG

~Latest Post ~

Midoriya Izuku

Balance fluff; (R) BakuDekuTodo x Reader poly, Just a casual beach day with your three boyfriends

Boy in Luv fluff/crack; fem!reader, Midoriya has a crush on a girl in his class, but he has no idea how to confess to her, enlisting the help of his two good friends; inspired by “Boy in Luv” by BTS

Just One Day fluff; Valentine’s Special mini drabble based on “Just One Day” by BTS

Long Distance fluff/slight angst; Long distance relationships an be equal parts exhilarating and equal parts difficult

Out to See adventure Pirate AU; Inspired by the Wellerman folk song

Sly Fox fluff; (R) Fem Kitsune!Reader A girl with an ocean kitsune quirk teases Midoriya until he’s red in the face

Midoriya, Bakugou, and Kirishima w/ a s/o who has DID fluff; (HC) (R)

Drabbles: Angst

Bakugou Katsuki

Baby fluff; (R) Bakugou’s just gotten his wisdom teeth and all he wants is you (major floofs ahead)

Balance fluff; (R) BakuDekuTodo x Reader poly, Just a casual beach day with your three boyfriends

Bully slight angst; You’re fed up with Bakugou pushing Midoriya around, and one day you finally snap. Sequel (more crack and fluff)

Burn angst, hurt/comfort; You've been going through a personal situation with someone, Bakugou makes a suggestion to help you feel better about it.

Chocolate fluff/crack; Bakugou and you are having a little fight where he did something wrong. What are you even fighting about?

Clueless fluff/crack; (R) fem!Reader, You and Bakugou are approached by a secret admirer confessing her feelings, only to realize she’s confessing to YOU.

Creep spice; College!AU, fem!reader, Your roommate persuades you into going to a dorm hangout where you get hit on by a pervert and Bakugou sweeps in to help Sequel

Cuddles fluff; Bakugou comes home after a long, tiring week of being a hero and you’re not paying him enough attention, so he’ll just have to take it by force.

Culture Clash fluff; (R) fem!Reader, You’re a student who comes from a country where it’s customary to kiss cheeks when you greet people, which doesn’t mesh well with Japanese customs

Don’t Ignore Me! fluff/slight crack; (R) Mina dares you to try the “ignore your boyfriend” challenge on Bakugou. Alt. version (roles switched)

Gamer’s Boy fluff; (R) You try to teach Bakugou how to play Pokemon, but he’s not too fond of it

Ice Cream fluff; summer job!AU, Bakugou and you are coworkers who don’t know how to confess your feelings to each other

Just One Day fluff; Valentine’s Special mini drabble based on “Just One Day” by BTS

Little Fluffball fluff; TodoBaku, Shouto comes home before his feisty boyfriend to a cat sitting outside his apartment that surprisingly reminds him of his special someone

Mama’s Boy/Lover’s Boy fluff; fem!Reader, Bakugou hates being dragged to fancy parties for many reasons, but only one thing makes it all worth it.

Murphy’s Law fluff/crack; Bakugou just wants to go on a proper date with you, but things don’t go the way he wants

No Idea action, angst/comfort; (R) You have to fight Dabi off alone while your boyfriend and classmates watch in horror. (Crack sequel ft. Dust Bunny ship (R))

Out to See adventure Pirate AU; Inspired by the Wellerman folk song

Polar fluff; (birthday special!) Just a small pwp where you and Bakugou share the same birthday but are polar opposites

Red fluff; Bakugou is leaving to visit his parents and you go back to his place to help him pack

Rose angst to fluff; fem!Reader, Bakugou’s been planning how to confess to you, but things don’t go according to plan and someone’s gonna get hurt

Quarrel crack; Your boyfriend and your best friend are fighting again. And calm chaos ensues.

Sketch fluff; (R) Bakugou cooks you dinner at his place and you find one of his little secrets in his room

Small Things fluff, slight angst; (R) fem!Reader, Bakugou picks a fight with you, who has a size manipulation quirk, and you end up shrinking down to 2 inches tall.

Daring fans of Bakugou, Todoroki, and Kirishima fluff; (R) Mini-scenarios of what would happen if you saw a fan kissing your man

First kiss with Todororki and Bakugou fluff; (R) Mini-scenarios of your first kiss with each soft boy

Thigh Highs spice; mini-scenarios, your boyfriend sees you wearing thigh high socks for the first time in your relationship

Bakugou’s Work Ethic fluff/crack (HC)

Catching his daughter vaping crack; (HC) (R)

Comforting his daughter after her first week of UA fluff; (HC) (R)

How would Bakugou and Todoroki react to you never having their favorite foods? fluff/crack; (HC) Oh the antics that would ensue as a result of this

Midoriya, Bakugou, and Kirishima w/ a s/o who has DID fluff; (HC) (R)

Omega Bakugou w/ an Alpha s/o fluff (HC) (R) ABO universe AU

Spicy food eat off with Bakugou crack; (HC) (R) You challenge Bakugou to a spicy food challenge to see who’s the real master of spice

Todoroki Shouto

Advice angst/comfort; After Endeavor’s fight with the intelligent Nomu wrecks Todoroki, he comes to you to comfort him

Bad Boy angst to fluff/light spice; no quirks!AU You finally get to see your childhood friend Shouto after years of being separated only to find out he’s completely changed

Balance fluff; (R) BakuDekuTodo x Reader poly, Just a casual beach day with your three boyfriends

Burden angst to fluff; (R) Endeavor has a talk with you about dating his son and “persuades” you to break up with Todoroki

Clingy fluff/spice; (R) Todoroki’s been acting differently, he’s strangely being much more needy than usual... Alt. Version, more fluff!

Daisies fluff; Todoroki’s ice quirk somehow gets swapped for a more soft and dainty one, garnering the attention of the 1-A girls.

Day After crack/fluff; Office AU, Office parties are mostly a bad idea. You never know if you might say something to someone who really matters to you.

Ears fluff; Coffee shop AU, Todoroki works at a coffee shop where you catch his eye, but the day you finally stay in, he gets zapped by a cat quirk

Jerk angst to slight fluff; (R) fem!reader You hold a very strong grudge against Todoroki for something did did in junior high, and now you want him to pay

Just One Day fluff; Valentine’s Special mini drabble based on “Just One Day” by BTS

Kiss of Death angst; If the Angel of Death came upon you but you had half an hour, what would you do? Sequel

Late angst; You’re getting married in two days and drunk Todoroki has something he needs to say

Little Fluffball fluff; TodoBaku, Shouto comes home before his feisty boyfriend to a cat sitting outside his apartment that surprisingly reminds him of his special someone

Name angst; (R) fem!Reader You’ve been put into an arranged marriage with Todoroki. While both of your are upset about it, he’s taking it way worse. WARNING YOU WILL CRY IM SORRY Sequel

Nostalgia angst; A spontaneous drabble about what-if’s and could’ve-been’s

Observant fluff; fem!Reader, College AU, Todoroki starts going to the library for a quiet study space, but gets easily distracted

Out to See adventure Pirate AU; Inspired by the Wellerman folk song

Quarrel crack; Your boyfriend and your best friend are fighting again. And calm chaos ensues.

Self-Care fluff/crack; Todoroki steps in on you doing your skincare routine and his curiosity is rewarded ft. a nosy Bakugou

Sick fluff: (birthday special!) It’s your boyfriend’s birthday, but you can’t celebrate properly because you’re sick as a dog.

Soup fluff; You come home late from training to find your boyfriend asleep in your bed because he was waiting for you.

Special angst to fluff/comfort; (R) You’re rethinking your qualifications as Todoroki’s s/o and choose to push him towards Momo instead. How will Todoroki react when he finds out?

Stranger fluff; College AU, While at a party you were forced to attend, you meet a mysterious stranger having fun by himself in the corner.

Study Date fluff; Todoroki and you are up doing homework late in the library when he exhibits some very strange habits Sneak peak for future project!

Tea fluff; slight fem!Reader, Todoroki is leaving with Endeavor on a mission, and while you want to help him pack, alcohol and emotions get in the way.

Testing crack/fluff; (R) Class 1A finally gets a break for the summer and decide to have a beach day, where you and your boyfriend hope to have some alone time

Tiny fluff; fem!Reader, Todoroki looks back on the day he fell he love with his small

Truth crack/fluff; Somehow, Todoroki ends up drinking truth serum and decides to speak his mind about everyone in his class, including you

When They Call My Name angst/comfort; (R) Todoroki comes back home to cuddle and kiss the living heck out of you

Worth angst/comfort; (R) You’ve been abused and bullied because of your wolf quirk all your life, and one day it all catches up to you

Blush fluff/spice; (R) Todoroki with a flirty s/o mini-scenario

Daring fans of Bakugou, Todoroki, and Kirishima fluff; (R) Mini-scenarios of what would happen if you saw a fan kissing your man

First kiss with Todororki and Bakugou fluff; (R) Mini-scenarios of your first kiss with each soft boy

Thigh Highs spice; mini-scenarios, your boyfriend sees you wearing thigh high socks for the first time in your relationship Part 2 (Bonus scene)

How would Bakugou and Todoroki react to you never having their favorite foods? fluff/crack; (HC) Oh the antics that would ensue as a result of this

How would Todoroki react to your self-love journey? fluff; (HC) Just a random idea that fluffed me into devastation, I had to write it

Todoroki laughing fluff; (HC) (R) Stages of Todoroki laughing bc he’s baby

Todoroki with a busty s/o fluff; (HC) (R) Major floofs ahead

Todoroki, Shinsou, and Kirishima with a writer s/o fluff; (HC) inspired post for my fellow mha writers out there

Kirishima Eijirou

Dark Night fluff; (R) You’re walking home alone late at night and you feel like you’re being followed, so you call your boyfriend to come help you

Fool angst; You’re having conflicting feelings about Kirishima as your boyfriend, and you’re feeling very guilty about them.

Hero Light angst to fluff/comfort; blind fem!reader, Kirishima’s wife has been feeling neglected lately, and she feels herself sinking into her dark thoughts

Out to See adventure Pirate AU; Inspired by the Wellerman folk song

Skater Boy fluff; College AU, You’re going to get pizza and you run into a group of skaters from your university

Daring fans of Bakugou, Todoroki, and Kirishima fluff; (R) Mini-scenarios of what would happen if you saw a fan kissing your man

Kirishima and Shinsou realizing how much you love them fluff; (R) Mini-scenarios of the moments when the boys see how much you love them

Thigh Highs Part 2 spice; mini-scenarios, your boyfriend sees you wearing thigh high socks for the first time in your relationship

Midoriya, Bakugou, and Kirishima w/ a s/o who has DID fluff; (HC) (R)

Todoroki, Shinsou, and Kirishima with a writer s/o fluff; (HC) inspired post for my fellow mha writers out there

Drabbles: Comfort/Angst to fluff

Kaminari Denki

Dork fluff; (R) Your phone chargers keep breaking, causing you to constantly seek out Denki to charge your phone for you

Out to See adventure Pirate AU; Inspired by the Wellerman folk song

Thigh Highs spice; mini-scenarios, your boyfriend sees you wearing thigh high socks for the first time in your relationship

Monoma Neito

Pumpkin Kiss fluff; You and class 1-B take an autumn trip to a small carnival only for Monoma to act more obessive than he normally does. Part of the Seasonal Love Event!

Shinsou Hitoshi

Chains angst to fluff; (R) Your boyfriend Shinsou and you face off with each other at the Sports Festival with both your emotional baggage in tow.

Eyes slight angst/spice; College!AU, fem!Reader, Shinsou didn’t want to go out on a Friday night, but you persuaded him. And now he hates all the attention you’re getting.

Greedy fluff/comfort; College AU, You’re an extremely touch-starved college student, so you ask your friend Shinsou to help you out.

Night Drives fluff/comfort; college AU, You’re having a rough and stressful week, and Shinsou helps by taking you out for a late night trip.

Not For Me angst; (R) Shinsou has a crush on someone who fears his quirk

Opposites Attract fluff/crack; (R) fem!Reader, Shinsou realizes that you may have some uncanny similarities to a certain pro-hero

Smile slight angst to fluff; (R) Shinsou has a crush on someone from class 1-B and gathers the courage to talk to them

Teddy fluff: Shinsou is leaving on a trip and should be packing, but instead wants to cuddle.

Kirishima and Shinsou realizing how much you love them fluff; (R) Mini-scenarios of the moments when the boys see how much you love them

Thigh Highs Part 2 spice; mini-scenarios, your boyfriend sees you wearing thigh high socks for the first time in your relationship

How would Shinsou take care of a s/o with Bipolar Disorder? fluff/comfort; (HC) (R) request from an anon that I hope is soft and makes you guys feel better

Todoroki, Shinsou, and Kirishima with a writer s/o fluff; (HC) inspired post for my fellow mha writers out there

Touch starved Shinsou fluff (R) (HC) Shinsou as your touch starved boyfriend

Drabbles: Angst to fluff

Tamaki Amajiki

Fake; fluff (R) fem!reader, You’re at an amusement park with your friend and this other guy keeps stalking you. What do you do?

League of Villains (Group)

Fidgety comfort/slight angst; (R) Platonic relationship, You have a few questionable or strange habits around the League

Flock Together slight angst; (R) Platonic relationship, Class 1A sends some people to convince you to come back, but you refuse to

Sleepless comfort; (R) Platonic relationship, You suffer from terrible insomnia and the rest of the League has noticed.

Warmth angst/comfort; (R) Platonic relationship, You’re in an abusive relationship and the rest of the League finds out about it

Weirdos crack; (R) Platonic relationship, You come back to the hideout after getting caught up in a hero attack and the villains react

Dabi

Cabin Fever fluff; Dabi and you take a small, cozy winter vacation up to a cabin in the mountains. Part of the Seasonal Love Event!

Home; fluff (R) Dabi comes back from another tiring day dealing with the League for you to play piano for him

Drabbles: Angst (sneak peak 👀)

#masterlist #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #mha fanfiction #mha headcanons

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emy-loves-you · 4 years ago

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The Prince, The Knight, and The Assassin Chapter One

The Assignment

Inspired by the amazing @kawaiikat54

Here’s the summary I wrote for AO3 bc I’m very proud of it:

Janus has never had a good life, raised to be a perfect assassin for the Dark Kingdom. Even though he hates his life, he follows all of his orders and does what he can to protect his little family. But what happens when he's given an order he can't follow through?

Patton is the Prince of the Light Kingdom. His family sees him as just a pretty face, a bargaining chip for peace between the two Kingdoms. He's given up everything for his Kingdom, even his chance of being happy with the love of his life by being forced into an arranged marriage with the High Queen of the Dark Kingdom. But what happens when he's kidnapped by someone who's lived through more horrors than Patton could ever imagine?

Roman is the personal knight and lover of Prince Patton. At least, he WAS Patton's lover, until they broke up so Patton could marry the High Queen. He hates having to pretend that he no longer feels anything for the Prince. But what happens when Patton disappears in the middle of the night?

What happens when the stars align just right? When a tortured soul refuses to kill? When family and duty are abandoned over love? When pain and anger override all thought? When three men, destined to be apart, fall in love?

Masterlist | Chapter Two

Warnings: Child assassins, child abandonment, I’m pretty sure this counts as child slavery, mentions of murder, mentions of torture, these characters will suffer

Two steps to the left.

Clash!

Feign a jab. Step to the right.

Clang!

Opponent is leaning heavily on his right foot. Most likely hurt his left. Jab near his right, make him lean back on his left. Swipe your leg out from under him-

“Oof!” The small figure fell to the floor, going to roll out of the way only to be stopped by the tip of a sword against his neck.

Janus glanced out of the corner of his eye to see the instructors leaving and relaxed minutely, stepping back. Evaluation over. Must have passed if we're not punished already. He put his sword away and held out his hand for his smaller opponent to grab. "Acknowledging your weaknesses will get you killed. Even if your foot has been crushed to a pulp, you need to put just as much weight on it as you would your right. Ignoring your pain, if only for the few moments of your fight, could be the difference between killing and dying."

His pupil nodded, grabbing the offered hand and pulling himself up. He dusted the dirt off his clothes and followed Janus back to their room, doing much better to hide his injured foot than when they were sparring. The room was small, more comparable to a closet than a bedroom in terms of size. But because of Janus' status, the room only houses three instead of the standard seven, so they wouldn't complain.

His pupil, Virgil, stepped into the room and immediately sat down on his cot, cradling his injured foot. Janus sighed and pried open the moldy floorboards, grabbing the small medkit hidden he’d stolen months ago. Virgil saw the medkit and shook his head "m fine."

Janus frowned, kneeling in front of him. "You obviously aren't, now let me take a look at it." He lightly grabbed Virgil by the calf and carefully removed his sock and shoe. He took note of Virgil's wince as he examined his limb. His foot appeared to be in perfect health, but his ankle was swollen slightly.

Virgil huffed softly, turning away. "See? I'm fine. No use in wasting supplies." He yelped when Janus poked his ankle, trying to jerk back but his leg stuck in Janus' firm grip.

Janus rolled his eyes. "Just let me wrap you up and give you a painkiller, Vee." He grabbed the roll of bandages, not waiting for Virgil’s response as he wrapped his ankle. Virgil huffed and grumbled under his breath.

Knock knock-knock knock

Janus tensed up before he recognized the knock pattern, relaxing. “Come in.” He didn’t bother turning back to look as he meticulously wrapped Virgil’s ankle. He heard the door open and closed followed by a sigh.

“I knew you twisted your ankle yesterday.” The person behind him drawled. “If you had let me tend to it yesterday-”

“Yeah, I know.” Virgil flushed and looked away. “But it felt fine yesterday, and if the supervisors had seen the bandages-”

“It would’ve been a risk we were willing to take.” He finished wrapping his foot and sat up, making deliberate eye contact with Virgil as he spoke. “We would’ve hidden them under your clothes, and if they still somehow saw it I would’ve taken the blame, not you. I’m the only one here with potential access to medical supplies.” Janus was the only one who went on unsupervised missions, the others too young so they were heavily supervised.

Virgil frowned, his gaze flickering to the left half Janus’ face as he remained silent. Janus ignored it, used to people staring at the scar. It started at the inner corner of his eye and trailed just under his cheekbone, ending at his jaw just under his ear. He’d gotten it when he was 8, a warning for hesitating in the middle of a mission. The only reason he wasn’t killed on the spot was that he was a prodigy at what he did.

Janus put the bandages away and searched for some pain medication. “Did your evaluation go well, Lo?”

Logan, or ‘Lo’ as Janus had so eloquently put it, sighed. “They changed the assignment as soon as I arrived in an attempt to throw me off guard. I still managed to pass, if barely.” He knelt down next to Janus, and Janus resisted the urge to frown. They’re being a lot more strict on evaluations now. Have they forgotten that they’re doing this to children? Or maybe they want them to fail so they can be broken down more. Janus mentally shook away the thought as he handed Virgil a pill, trying not to seem too obvious.

Virgil noticed though. He always noticed the little things. “That’s the last pill. We should save it for when we need it.”

Janus shook his head. “I’ll go smuggle some more on my next mission.”

Virgil scooted back, looking away. “I told you I’m fine-”

Logan crawled over to Virgil’s side, grabbing his hand and squeezing. “Just please take the pill, Virgil.” Janus watched as Logan and Virgil stared at each other, their mini battle-of-wills adorable to watch when you ignored the context. Virgil eventually sighed, taking the pill and swallowing without water as Logan rubbed his hand soothingly. Janus watched out of the corner of his eye as he put the medical supplies away, smiling softly at their interaction. It was moments like these that reminded Janus why he kept himself alive, why he kept listening to the High Queen’s demands.

No one in the Dark Kingdom could remember a time before the High Queen’s rule. She ruled the land with an iron fist, though most of the citizens were left unaware of the true horrors that lied behind the castle walls.

Janus was one of those horrors. Raised by birth to do the one thing that he was good at anymore: killing. Janus was an assassin for the High Queen.

“Jan?” Janus looked down at Virgil, snapping himself out of thought. “Are we busy today?”

Janus sighed. “I have to go receive my new mission from her highness at sunset, but you have nothing to do until training tomorrow.”

Virgil nodded and snuggled into Logan’s side, making grabby hands towards Janus. Janus smiled, rolling his eyes fondly as he crawled onto the tiny cot. His two pupils adjusted themselves accordingly, one on each side as they used his shoulders as pillows, their hands linked together over his chest. Janus watched over them as their breathing slowed, their grips on each other and Janus refusing to go slack as they drifted into slumber.

Janus frowned, starting up at the ceiling above him. They didn’t deserve to suffer through this type of life. Hell, if it wasn’t for the High Queen’s order for the older assassins to train the younger ones as mentors, Janus was sure that they wouldn’t have lasted. They were good at what they did, but not good enough for her majesty.

Virgil whimpered softly and Janus was quick to shush him, petting his hair and wiping away his fresh tears. The kid had nightmares almost every night, and Janus learned that it was best for him to just sleep through them. If he woke up there was a chance he would still remember what he dreamed about in the morning, and Janus refused to put him through that.

Janus sighed, his mind going back to the documents he had found and read years ago. It had included information on all of the children operatives in this program. Janus had only read the information on himself and his two pupils, not having much time and deeming the rest irrelevant. Before then, they didn’t even have their real names to go by, just the codenames that the higher-ups gave them.

Virgil, codenamed Widow. Ten years old, will turn eleven near the winter solstice. Was neglected in an orphanage and later ‘donated’ to the Kingdom’s cause at almost four years old. An odd case, especially since operatives were usually initiated at 1-2 years old. Specializes in stealth and poisoning, and can blend in with almost any crowd. Can climb and run quickly, but quite weak in terms of hand-to-hand combat.

Logan, codenamed Sparrow. Turned nine near the spring equinox. Was sold to the castle at 14 months old. A natural prodigy, second only to Deceit, but tends to lose any form of stealth without Widow or Deceit by his side. Prefers to use a throwing knife and call it a day over making it look like a natural death. Is usually partnered with Widow to keep him in check.

Janus, codenamed Deceit. Turned nineteen near the summer solstice. Son of a noble who ‘donated’ him to the cause the moment he was born. First child to be entered into the program, and the oldest one in it. Raised to be the perfect killer. Completes every mission perfectly, other than the instance where he got his scar. The High Queen’s ‘favorite.’ Assigned as Logan’s mentor when he was 11, and Virgil’s a little over a year later. Can kill someone with almost anything, but specializes in swords.

Janus sighed, carding his hands through his pupils’ hair. He saw them as something akin to younger brothers, someone that he needed to watch over and take care of. But that was quickly changing. They were already so big, and Janus was dreading the day that the higher-ups would notice and kill the youthful light in their eyes. They still laughed and smiled, even if it was just in the comfort of their little room. They still cared about eachother and trusted the other to catch them when they fell. They didn’t have the same cynical view on the world that Janus did.

But that wouldn’t last forever. Janus knew they could take care of themselves now, but Janus still dreaded the day they would be forced to do so. The day that Janus was given too big of a task and didn’t come home. The inevitable day that the higher-ups noticed how close they were and started using them against each other.

Janus shook his head. It wouldn’t do good to dwell on such thoughts. He needed to live in the moment while he still had a happy moment to live in.

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When the sun just started to set along the horizon, Janus carefully pulled himself out from under his pseudo-brothers. They immediately latched onto each other, and Janus smiled softly before schooling his features. He quickly stepped out of the room, ignoring the chilly hallway as he walked through the castle, past the dozens of rooms filled to the brim with child soldiers.

He reached the throne room just as the sun disappeared below the horizon, not bothering to glance around the room as he walked down the familiar path towards the High Queen’s throne. He knelt down at the base of the throne, his gaze down towards the expensive silver-lined shoes in front of him. “Your majesty.”

A hand carded through his hair and he stopped himself from flinching or tensing up, already expecting it to happen. “Deccceit… my preccciousss sssnake…” The hand tugged, not quite harsh but definitely not gentle, and Janus looked up at the High Queen. She reminded Janus of a dragon, her old, wrinkly skin reminding him of dragon scales. She tended to speak softly in low hisses, but Janus was used to straining to hear what she said. “I have a tassssk for you.”

He kept his expression neutral, not showing any emotion as he droned out his response. “Anything for you, my Queen.” He bit back a shudder as she kept carding her fingers through his hair. She had once claimed to see Janus as a son to her, but Janus would never see her as a mother. She was cruel and manipulative, and only saw people as pieces to her own master plan.

“The Light Kingdom hasss deccccided to negotiate peacccce with ussss.” Janus inwardly relaxed, already knowing what she would say. This wasn’t the first time they had tried to negotiate peace, and this wasn’t the first time she had sent Janus out to deal with it. The High Queen didn’t wish for peace, or even to win her battle against the Light Kingdom. No, she craved the violence and war between the two kingdoms, the constant pain and suffering that everyone around her was forced to endure at her expense. So, she would order him to kill the light side’s politicians before they reached the meeting point, make it look like they all disappeared out of thin air-

“They offered the Princccce’sssss hand in exchange for peacccccce.” Janus barely held back his shock. Prince Patton was eighteen, and the only heir to the throne. Either the King and Queen wanted to fully merge the kingdoms (which was highly unlikely) or they weren’t wanting the Prince to rule. But that also left a much more concerning matter at hand. The Queen didn’t want to establish peace, which meant Janus’ task-

“Your tassssk isss to kill the Princcccce.” The hand kept carding through his hair, her voice calm and light, as if she was discussing the weather and not murder. “You’ll leave tonight. I’ll have sssssomeone bring you to the border. The wedding isssss ssssscheduled to occur in two and a half weekssss. I expect to hear about hissssss death long before then.”

He nodded, ice flooding his veins. He had only killed corrupt politicians and men with no morals. He’d never killed someone so young, and the thought made his stomach churn. But he had no choice. “It will be done, my Queen.”

She laughed a cruel wicked laugh and dismissed him to grab his weapons. He left, feeling numb as he traveled through the halls, the task finally sinking in. He had to infiltrate the Light Kingdom’s castle and assassinate the crown prince. An impossible task for most, and highly improbable for Janus. If he was caught or failed his task, he would be killed or worse. And he would never see Logan or Virgil again.

Janus swept into the room, knowing that he didn’t have much time before he had to leave. He packed his weapons and gently shook his charges awake, his dread momentarily paused by their sleepy expressions. “I’m assigned to leave tonight. If everything goes according to plan I’ll be back in less than three weeks.”

The children said nothing as they wrapped themselves around Janus, holding him tight. The fact that he said ‘if everything goes according to plan’ meant that he wasn’t confident about this mission, and they immediately held on for dear life.

He smiled sadly, rubbing their backs soothingly. “I need to leave now. Go back to sleep, you have training in the morning.” He didn’t promise to come back. These were the only two people that Janus swore never to lie to, and he wasn’t going to do it now just to give them a moment of false hope. They soon fell back asleep on the cot, holding each other tighter than before, and Janus slipped out the door and into the night.

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krazy-kipo · 4 years ago

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Imagine Kipo seeing you as another parent

Kipo was a baby when her and her father arrived at the burrow. You were Lios next door neighbor and noticed he was struggling. He was a single father who mysteriously appeared begging for shelter in the burrow. He had no friends. No support. And a lot of rumors.

You don't want to intrude or insinuate he's doing a bad job as a dad so you started small. You just saw he needed some help and you wanted to lend a helping hand.

Baby supplies were hard to get in the Burrow and they never came new. This was a community so everyone reused everyone's stuff and did their best to keep it in good condition for the next family that would use it. Without connections Lio was on his own for supplying and caring for Kipo and you could see he was suffering. Thankfully you had your ways. Lio walks outside after you ring his door bell and sees you close your door with a small smile. Looking down he seems relieved seeing the basket you left him. Shifting Kipo to one arm you watch from your peephole as he grabs the gift looking happy.

It was hard for him you could tell. He was a single parent and he was treated poorly because he wasn't born in this burrow. He worker hard and was a kind mind with a lot of compassion. People could be very unkind so you thought you'd show him how nice the burrow actually was. Community ran deep down here but he was the first outsider from the surface and it left many town people uneasy. Not you though. You could tell Lio was a good man even if he was hiding something.

The basket wasn't a one time thing. It started with small favors. A home cooked meal you had left outside his door every now and then, baby clothes or formula when he needed them, and nice things every parent needs after a long hard day. Things to help destress and take some time for yourself. You never signed the gifts or said they were from you but Lio was smart and you had a feeling he knew. Your pretty sure he'd seen you leave the gifts many times but you were shy and afraid to make the first move.

Lio realised one night he hadn't actually met you yet and he decided that needed to change. So one day after grading students papers and getting Kipo to go to bed he knocks on your door.

You smile when you see Mr. Oak standing outside your house embarassed. He had the basket you'd given him and it was full of things for you. Books. Writings he'd made. Pictures of the surface. Different types of cystals that grew in the caves. It was sweet and very genuine.

"Hi. I... I just wanted to thank you." He states earnestly as he pushes the basket into your arms. The man blushes and looks at his shoes obviously not used to people or approaching them.

Smiling you hold the baskey with one hand and reach out your other hand to shake his. He smiles and you watch the tension leave his body.

"I'm (Y/N)." You state opening the door and allowing him in.

~~~~~

That's the start of a beautiful friendship. You don't like Lio romantically despite what many people hint at. You just do your best to help raise little Kipo and be a good friend to your neighbor.

However after months of knowing the family your shocked to learn what their actually hiding. You'd always figured he had a secret but this wasn't what you were expecting.

When Kipos hand becomes a pink paw and she bats it at you plaufully it takes everything in you TO NOT DROP THE BABY.

"LIO!!!" There's a crash in the other room as Lio runs in. Staring at him his eyes widen seeing you holding Kipo with her paw out and he begins panicking.

"I-I can explain!" He yells looking between you and Kipo. Cradling Kipo close holding her paw she gurgles at you before making a chuff sound and a loud purr.

"Please do!" You beg confused. Kipo starts crying at the yelling so you rock her cradling her close and watch as she slowly calms down. She yawns and stretching you watch her paw disappear. What the ?????

In shock and barely processing Lio takes Kipo from you and sits you down.

He quickly opens up to you and tells you all about his old burrow. He explains how his late wife Song had died. How he'd helped create Hugo with her only to abandon him to help Kipo. He elaborates telling you how everything went wrong. How they had a plan to leave but then something happened. The burrow it collapsed and he assumed Hugo was gone. And then Emilia. Oh god Emilia made your blood burn. He was true to his word and he told you everything. At least everything he knew.

He gets excited as he explains his ideals with Kipo and how he hopes she'll someday be what allows humans and mutes to live in peace together. Having a half mute, half human hybrid could be the bridge that allows humans to live on the sruface with mutes. It takes some time to adjust and it's a strange idea but you love Kipo and nothing can change your opinion on her.

Even if she is part pink jaguar. Tickling her as she sleep you smile seeing her giggle. Her tail smacks at your hand and you smile. This was still Kipo. It was still the baby you knew and loved. Half mute or not she'd kind of become your baby too.

Once you know everything Lio expects you to turn him into the mayor and get him kicked out but you promise him you'll do no such thing.

Kipo grows up with you and Lio spoiling and protecting her. But all good things must come to an end and sadly that day came when Kipo, Lio and you went rock climbing.

The rocks began shaking and looking up you watched in horror as the burrow came crashing down. Lio unhooks all of you and the last thing you remember was falling before being submerged in cold water.

You woke up and Kipo was gone. The mayor informed you where you were and what had happened. You'd hit a rock on your way down and had been in a mini coma since. It'd been a few days since you'd fallen unconcious and he explains how the burrow was destroyed. You and everyone else are now travelling to the backup burrow.

When you sae Lio he seemed confident depsite being seperated from his daughter. You soon found out why. Every night you stopped and set up camp you'd see him sneak out and when he came back he realizing you'd caught him, he told you what he'd done.

He was possibly exposing the burrow leaving clues for Kipo to find them. He was putting everyone at risk. But if you weren't hurt from your fall and could walk around better you'd be out there with him helping place the clues.

After all Kipo was your baby too.

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It was a week later when you settled into your new home. Every day you worried about Kipo and every day you prayed she'd come back safely.

When Kipo came home you cried. You embraced her and her new friende welcoming them with open arms. You didn't care they were mutes you were just so glad she was home and you were so proud of her and how she kept to her beliefs despite being on the surface. She was your beautiful baby and she was okay.

Wolf, Ben, Dave, and Mandu were her family so now they were your family too. Then everything was ruined when the squawks of flamingos filled the air and the burrow began shaking as giant beaks broke through the soil.

You realized Kipo had been followed and that Hugo had come for revenge.

"KIPO HIDE!" Pushing her and her friends to saftey you run to find Lio and get him too. You weren't loosing your family again! Dust filled the air and you struggled to breath but you refused to give up. You had to find Lio.

When the dust clears and the light spills through the ceiling your in shock. You'd never seen the sky. Reaching your hand out sunlight touched you and you realized it was just as beautiful as Lio described it. Golden beams of light so soft you couldn't physcially feel them but you could see them. Incredible... Lio would love...

Lio! Snapping out of it you needed to find Lio and get deeper into the cave where it was safer. Running around avoiding flamingos and monkey's you pause when you see him.

"LIO!" Turning he stares at you in horror and you see why. A mute stood before him. He was tall and in a suit and as you got closer you realized this was Hugo. This was the mandril that Lio raised. This was Kipos brother.

But right now that didn't matter. Hugo was not the same little monkey and he had just destroyed your home.

Looking through the wreckage you see metal glinting in the light. Grabbing the weapon off the ground you sneered and charged at Hugo with the discarded axe.

"I DON'T CARE WHO YOU ARE YOU OVER SIZED MONKEY DON'T TOUCH HIM!" Slashing at the self proclaimed king of the surface you know he's hurting. You know he's in pain. You know he's lashing out because of what Lio did but right now you can only think Keep Kipo safe and Lios in danger he needs you.

The mandril laughs at you and you stiffen as you feel something wet hit your face. Your body freezes and your frozen in your current attack pose. Taking in sharp short breaths your grip on the axe tightens as you try and fight his influence. Your eyes dart around and your heart beats a million miles a minute.

You'd forgotten about Hugos powers that Lio had warned you about...

"Drop it." Hugo commands. Clenching your hands as tight as you can you feel every bone in your body burn as you defy him. Opening your eyes glaring at him, sweat pours down your face. Coming closer to you he chuckles seeming amused. He cups your face and you stare into the eyes of someone who's been betrayed.

You stare into the eyes of a lost child and you desperately want to help him, help your family but you can't say a word.

"Don't touch them! Hugo please your fights-" Lio tries to defend you. He grabs Hugos shoulder trying to pull him away but the madril pushes Lio away seeming frustrated. Tears pour down your face and you shake your head wishing you could help Lio, wishing you could help Hugo.

"IT'S SCARLEMANGE!" The mandril roars and you can hear his pain. You can feel Lios betrayal. "I haven't been called Hugo in a long time..." The mandril mumbles staring at Lio before he turns back to you. He tilts his head and hums as you look back at him.

"Drop it." He repeats but you don't. Your shaking as you clench your eyes and will yourself to hold on. You were strong. You had to be. For Lio. For Kipo.

"... Hugo...... Scarlemagne..." You correct taking care to let him know you heard him. That you understand and your sorry but you won't let him hurt Kipo or Lio. "Please let them go. Just let them go." You beg. Please...

"... How intriguing." He hums studying you. He tilts his head and you swallow terrified he's going to kill you. Terrified he'll hurt your family. "An interesting offer my dear but I'm afraid I'll have to decline. However don't fret! You'll be coming with Lio and me!" He chirps.

He gently grips the axe and lightly pulls at it. Gently taking the axe from you, your entire body goes limp from the strain of fighting his influence and you fall forwards. Scarlemagne drops the axe seeming panicked and catches you as you fall into him. Picking you up and holding you bridal style he hums beckoning his flamingo closer.

The bird bends down and he turns towards Lio as you begin to black out. "Come Lio. We have much to discuss." Laying you in the backseat careful not to hurt you, your heart drops as the last thing you hear is the flamingo cawing and Kipo calling your name as you get further and further away.

Staring at the sun darkness finally takes you and you wonder if Kipo would be alright? What did Hugo have planned? And how could you fix what Lio had done?

(Thinking of doing a Part Two. Maybe make this into a mini series. If this did continue flashbacks would be included in the future so the events that happened here could be described in more detail)

#kipo insert #kipo and the age of wonderbeasts insert #kipo and the age of wonderbeasts #kataow #kipo #kipo x reader #platonic kipo x reader #lio x reader #plantonic lio x reader #kinda romantic later #might make this a mini series!

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alolowrites · 4 years ago

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After All These Years

Summary: After being apart for six years, you wonder if you are ready to see Toshinori again.

Tag: @centerhabit (Tagging you as promised! Sorry for the long wait!)

Author’s Note: It is finally here! After four months (I think?), I finally finished writing the sequel for The Point of No Return. For anyone who is new, I highly recommend you read that story first! Apologies for taking a long time getting this story out; I was playing around with a new formatting style.

Once again, I appreciate the incredible response The Point of No Return received from everyone! I’m still touched by all the comments, likes, reblogs, etc it got!! Thank you once again!!

Without further ado, please enjoy the story!

Word Count: 2.3K+

Six years.

It’s been six long years since you’ve returned home.

Stepping off the plane, you bow at the flight attendant and follow the crowd through the gray tunnel. You find your luggage with ease and quietly walk away. Various shops appear, each selling items travelers needed last minute; one man rushes inside to buy a neck pillow while a woman debates between two beverages.

There’s one store that catches your eye with its colorful display. Hero merchandise spews out the door as pop music plays to lure interested customers into the shop. A familiar color scheme stands out from the rest, tugging your heartstrings a bit too harshly; the imaginary marionettist enjoys seeing you suffer.

“I AM HERE!”

You jump from your spot. The famous phrase repeats and you look below to see a little girl squeezing the All Might plushie toy with glee. She skips away, the toy dangling in her hand and All Might’s comical smile mocking you until it disappears into the crowd. Not even thirty minutes in Japan and already you are regretting your decision.

No, no. You can do this.

You had more than enough time to heal from the pain. At least that’s what you tell yourself to soothe the nerves squirming around. You push them aside. As much as you enjoyed your stay in America, you missed Japan; it is your real home. No matter how far you travel from the island, a part of you stays behind.

And it’s that part of you which holds you back from ultimately moving on. A shuffling noise grabs your attention. An employee proudly adjusts a life-size cardboard cutout of All Might outside the store, and a few tourists stop to admire him. Despite not being real, you feel his eyes stare deep into your soul; your fingers twitch and your skin suddenly becomes itchy. Sighing, you drag your feet down the hall to find the exit.

You need a drink.

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Glass cups clink over the loud noise bursting inside the restaurant. Laughter erupts at the table after you shared a hilarious story during your time in the States. The mood is lively and relaxing as you savor the rich sake flavor exploding in your mouth like fireworks. Oh, how you missed these fun outings with your friends. Seconds later, a waiter passes by with actual fireworks fizzling on a delicious looking plate. It must be someone’s birthday today.

Your eyes follow the plate and blink. Peeking out from a distance are strands of blonde hair. They are like a batch of wild yellow wheatgrass flowing in the meadow. Someone’s large frame is blocking the view. Another waiter brings more appetizers to your table, but you ignore the food begging for your attention. Nothing matters except for the hair currently teasing you from afar. It can’t be him…right?

You stop breathing when the boulder moves, and you're disappointed. It's just a random stranger laughing into a guy's shoulder. You slump back against the booth. The sake is clouding your mind and making you see things. Maybe you need some fresh air; it is getting kind of stuffy in this dimly lit sauna.

Just as you stand, the whole restaurant rattles. You grip the table as the lights sway and flicker uncontrollably. Confused murmurs buzz in the air until the building shakes again with greater force. Dust puffs out from the ceiling, and tiny cracks spread through the walls. Everyone rushes outside, the streets filled with headless chickens panicking like no tomorrow. You grab onto your friend’s hand for dear life to avoid getting separated.

The vibrant district spirals into chaos as the screams deafen your loud heartbeat. You have no idea where the crowd is going nor what is happening. You are a fish who got caught in a net trap with no way to escape. Suddenly the madness stops, and a live shot appears on the large TV above you. Glowing on the screen is a bloody All Might fighting against the incarnation of evil itself. As the battle rages on, you stumble forward when you see him.

Toshinori Yagi. The man behind the All Might mask.

You watch in horror as Toshinori—in his real, but weak form—persisted on with the fight. Grown men wail in pure agony that their throats turn red. A woman desperately bites her fingers that she almost chews them off. The tension in the air is so palpable that it suffocates you. Clutching your shirt, you hopelessly witness the bloodshed battle getting progressively worse until a miracle happens.

Toshinori rises from the ashes to deliver the final blow. It rocks the entire ground and makes everyone lose their footing; even the TV screen flickers, but doesn’t lose the picture. When the black smoke clears, you see Toshinori is alive with a victorious fist in the air.

He won.

That’s the last thing you remember before passing out in your friend’s arms.

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A rainstorm hurls through the city.

The water droplets lightly tap on your black umbrella, the noise surprisingly soothing to your ears that you almost fall into a small trance. A bright light illuminates half of your face, exposing the conflict swirling through your eyes. One car rushes down the street, and you go back to avoid the tsunami wave coming from the sidewalk.

Once the coast is clear, you walk forward but stop when you reach the sidewalk’s edge. You can’t go beyond this point. You’re afraid you’ll drown, not from mini sea emerging on the road, but from your guilt that is deeper than an oceanic trench.

The hospital’s bright lights glare back at you. Toshinori is in one of those rooms recovering from the severe wounds he received days ago. As much as you want to visit him, see him in person, hold him in your arms…you just can’t. Not when you feel so guilty for leaving him six years ago in roughly the same state—a damaged hero.

You grip the umbrella’s handle. Someone calls your name.

Whipping around, you relax at the sight of a tan overcoat standing a few feet behind. The man walks over and dips his chin to greet you. “Welcome back. It’s good to see you again.”

“It’s nice to see you too, Detective Tsukauchi.” Your lips curve into a faint smile. “How’s work treating you? Still hectic as ever?”

“Crime never sleeps,” he jokes, and you two chuckle. The rain furiously falls all around you, drowning out the brief happiness you felt. Tsukauchi gazes at the hospital. “You should visit him. I’m sure he’ll appreciate seeing you again.”

“I can’t. Not after what I did to Toshinori six years ago.” Your chest tightens as you fight back the tears. “There’s no way he’ll forgive me after I broke his heart.”

A hand squeezes your shoulder. Watery eyes stare up to meet Tsukauchi’s reassuring smile, the warmth shielding you from the cold rain pouring down. He murmurs, “Something tells me he will.”

You stare back at the hospital; a light turns off, and you wonder if that is Toshinori's room. Tsukauchi’s words echo through your head like a soft chant. You shuffle forward and stick one boot out on the street; it hovers above the fast stream running toward the drain. With a deep sigh, you pull the foot back and hang your head low.

You couldn’t do it.

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Toshinori adjusts his arm sling until he’s comfortable.

Despite being sickly frail, he feels the bed mattress sink under the weight of his heavy thoughts. He hasn’t been the same since the Kamino incident. The power of One for All no longer flows through his veins, making him feel like an empty vessel. Toshinori was the Symbol of Peace—the strongest hero in the world. Now he is a retired hero after defeating All for One, for good this time. Yet Toshinori wonders if this is all just a dream. The sharp pain shooting down his arm convinces him otherwise.

It will take time for Toshinori to get used to his new life.

A soft knock interrupts his thoughts. Toshinori glances at the door with furrowed eyes; he’s not expecting any visitors today. The doctor medically cleared him this morning.

“Come in,” Toshinori answers, fixing his arm sling. The person enters, and he glances up only to do a double-take; his blue eyes land on you, mouth agape in astonishment. Sitting straight on the bed, he chokes out your name and asks, “Is it really you?”

“Hi, Toshi,” you weakly smile, putting aside the wet umbrella as you calmly approach him. “It is me. Do you mind if I sit here?”

He numbly shakes his head as you take a seat on the chair. The dam bursts, and all his memories of you swarm at him like a massive tidal wave. Toshinori endures the brutal force even if he nearly drowns on the spot. He blinks and notices something off about you. You’re smiling, but your eyes tell a different story. They are empty and full of despair as if you are in mourning; it worries Toshinori very much.

An awkward silence falls between you two. Your finger anxiously scratches the chair’s armrest while Toshinori’s feet shuffle on the floor. Every ounce of your self-confidence goes down the drain the longer you stay quiet. Guess that pep-talk you did outside moments ago had a time limit. You bite the bullet by breaking the silence.

“How are you feeling?”

“To be honest with you, broken.” There’s a brief pause before he profoundly sighs, “And also a bit lost.”

“I know what you mean.” Toshinori’s ear twitches at your whisper and snaps his head up. You squirm under his intense gaze. Your eyes roam to the gauzes tightly wrapped around his injuries he received from the fight; it gives you a deja vu moment. You clench the armrest, the guilt eating you alive. “I’m sorry…”

The hero frowns. “Why are you apologizing? You didn’t do anything—”

“Yes, I did! I left you, Toshi!” He hears the pure anguish tainting your voice as watery eyes come into view. With quivering lips, you croak, “When you proposed to me, I accepted it knowing fully well the sacrifices you must make for the greater good. Yet, I got scared after you decided to go down the path that might result in your death and just…abandoned you. You trusted me, loved me, and I left you.”

A tear rolls down your cheek, which breaks Toshinori’s heart.

“I thought I made the right choice by staying far away,” you whimper, hands curling into fists on your lap. “But the longer I did, the more it hurts me knowing your inevitable fate was getting closer.”

Toshinori unconsciously scoots closer to you, ignoring the pain shooting from his sensitive wounds; they don’t matter to him right now. He opens his mouth to speak, but stops. Out of nowhere, you shoot up from the chair and stand in front of the retired hero.

“I was in Kamino the night you fought All for One, probably nearby too. When I saw you, the real you, on TV and at death's doorstep, I-I just thought about the day at the hospital six years ago. During that moment, I realized one important thing…”

Your body trembles as you unleash everything with a swift but powerful confession that leaves him speechless.

“I still love you, Toshinori. I always have, and I always will. If you had died on that night before I had the chance to say this—”

You choke as your throat goes dry…

…and then break down, crying into your hands.

The intense feelings you kept buried deep inside your heart finally manifest into the light. No one knew you carried this agony for so long. Toshinori grunts as he stands up from the bed and carefully comforts you with his good arm. He holds you close, not caring if your tears bleed through his white shirt and wet his bandages.

“I’m sorry,” he murmurs into your ear. “I’m sorry for making you feel this way. It was never your fault; if anything, it was mine. I’ve made many mistakes throughout my life. However, my biggest mistake was losing you.”

He steps back to graze your damped cheek gently. His fingertips twitch as they remember the softness of your skin. You close your eyes and enjoy his feathery touches.

“I should have fought harder for you, for us, all those years ago.” Toshinori bores his majestic blue eyes into yours. They are alive and filled with deep admiration for you. “Despite what happened, just know that I love you, and I never stopped loving you. Not once.”

Your heart skips a beat while his throbs like a steady bass drum. He reaches inside his pocket, and you gasp when you see the engagement ring shining against the light. It’s the same one you left behind all those years ago.

“Although my time on Earth may be dwindling, I hope to cherish every last second I have with you. It’s still your choice, but…” Toshinori clears his throat and grasps your left hand. Determination swirls inside his eyes while asking, “Will you accept this ring and marry me?”

“Yes.”

You squeeze his hand as elation surges throughout your body. Toshinori slips the ring on your finger, the cold metal snugging around your skin. Oh, how you missed the feeling of it after six long years. Without hesitation, he captures your lips for a sweet but passionate kiss; the pain washes away and you are giddy.

Pulling away to rub your eyes, you pout, “I probably look like a mess.”

“Nonsense, you look beautiful.”

“Always the charmer,” you playfully tease, sniffling a little. A ray of sunlight shines through the windows, basking the whole room in a warm, golden glow. With soft eyes, you caress his cheek and smile. “Now how about we get out of here and take a nice stroll through the park, for old times’ sake?”

“I would love that.”

It’s as if nothing has changed between you two after all these years.

As always, thank you for reading!

#toshinori yagi x reader #all might x reader #toshinori yagi #all might #all might imagine #bnha toshinori yagi #bnha x reader #boku no hero academia #bnha imagines #the point of no return #sequel

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the-omni-princess · 5 years ago

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Blood Bound [Chapter Two]

Author: @the-omni-princess

Pairing: Vampire!Bucky x Witch!Reader

Summary: Vampires and witches have been known enemies since the dark ages. Backstabbing, secrets, and magic turned supernatural brethren again each other. As a natural-born witch, you grew up on these stories, your own monsters under your bed. What happens when one of those sworn enemies claims that you are his blood mate, the vampire equivalent of a true mate? Will you give in to this man out of time? Or destroy him for the sake of your Coven?

Word Count: 2.3K

Warnings: violence, death (both mentions and descriptions), illusions to kidnapping, language, witchy stuff, vampire stuff, oh and angst

A/N: Wildddd man, we GETTING THERE

Anyway! I’d like to thank two cuties. @annaloveloki for always trying to beta (and listen to my stories in the middle of anatomy lectures), and @peterfrxst for listening to all my wild Vamp and Witch ideas. :D

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A week had passed, and while no word had come from the Coven to the north, you were more focused on the pages in front of you. Wanda, bless her soul, let you look through every book with the mere mention of witches and vampires, as well as every book on Bindings. The only book that spoke of Bindings was old and stale. Thick pages barley held together in the seams; Wanda must have found it at an antique shop. Dusty, and it reeked, yet one quick incantation and it looked, well still ancient and worn, but definitely readable again.

According to the book, Bindings were extremely rare among any species, and the world hadn’t seen them in centuries. Bound couples, no matter the species, were extremely powerful if they worked together. And yet, that was their weakness. Each other.

“Y/n! We have a problem!” Carol called out from the living room. You shut the book quickly from your spot on the loveseat in your mini library, a small cloud of dust rising. Coughing, you tossed the book onto the seat. It was a book room really, but with all the spell and potion books, plus your love for reading, the shelves had grown.

Quickly making your way down to the living room, you gulped, noticing how worn down and frankly terrified your Coven sisters all looked. “Shit, what happened?”

Wanda was shaking, and you quickly pulled a nearby blanket over her shoulders, gently leading her to the couch and sitting her down. “They’re dead,” she choked out, eyes brimming with red, you secretly hoped it was from crying and not her powers. Natasha sat beside you two, calming the younger witch slightly. “The North Coven, I found them in their basement… covered in blood,” she shuddered, and despite both your and Natasha’s best efforts, she was clearly still petrified. “Gamora and Nebula are gone, but the rest of them are dead. No trace of what did it,” she broke into another sob, and you didn’t hesitate to pull her into your arms. She buried her face into your shoulder, crying. It broke your heart, but you silently hoped Gamora and Nebula had made it out unharmed.

“We should inform the Council,” Carol spoke, giving the rest of you a look. “An entire coven missing or dead, they need to know.”

“They’ll ask too many questions,” Maria looked over at her. “They’ll sense y/n from a mile away, and we’ve hidden her for far too long to let them have her now,” she tried to reason.

Nat nodded, but sighed softly, looking towards the still crying girl in your arms. “We have to do something though. Who else could we contact?” You bit your lip, definitely and totally not thinking about your blue-eyed vampire. “Y/n?” she broke you from your thoughts, “Who gave you lavenders?” Everyone’s head, including Wanda’s curious yet puffy-cheeked one, looked towards the vase of lavender flowers on your kitchen island.

“Those are there for protection…” you hoped to end the conversation there, but Nat was far too observational for your own good.

“Yeah, but you don’t have any of those in your garden, and they don’t naturally grow anywhere nearby, andyou haven’t left this house all week.” She gave you a pointed look, tugging Wanda into her own arms like a mother hen.

“Um… well?” how could you explain that a cute vampire left them on your back porch the night before?

“Well?” Carol sat down, intrigued to say the least.

You took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself. “Have you guys ever heard of Bindings?”

Maria tilted her head, “Isn’t that like soulmates? I thought that was just a myth.”

You looked towards the lavenders, smiling faintly. As much as you hated how easy it was, you trusted the vampire, and you ignored your mother’s voice in your head telling you otherwise. “I felt a presence in the woods, right after our crystals exploded, so I explored it-“

“Were you tryingto die? Jeez, that’s how you die young, horror movie style, y/n,” Carol chided.

“I know, I know, but it made me feel safe, and I don’t know. It felt like…” you ran your hand over your face, eyebrows scrunching up as you thought. “Like a warm bath on a cold day, or lighting a new candle, or snuggling in blankets while watching a movie, it felt like home. I just followed that little tug until it led me into the woods, and to James.”

“James?” Wanda looked up from the safe space of Natasha’s arms.

“Yep, James… How do I say this without being judged?”

“Y/n, you’re a natural-born witch that we’ve kept hidden from the Council for years, you can tell us anything.” Nat pointed out, placing an encouraging hand on your knee.

Taking a shaky breath, you nodded. “Well, for starters, he’s a vampire,” you saw Carol stiffen beside you. “And he claims, we are Bound.”

“I know you are an idiot, but this is a new level even for you, Buck,” The vampire sighed loudly, despite the fact he didn’t need to breathe in centuries.

“Like I chose to be Bound to a Witch, Sammy?” Bucky looked up towards Sam, who gave him a glare.

“Okay, sure, you didn’t, but all you do is hang around her house like a guard dog. You already love her, don’t you?” He gave him a look.

He scoffed, “I do not love her. I just-“ he groaned, taking a seat on the dirty motel floor they were renting for the month. “She feels right… this hole in my chest that’s been there since the second I woke up, well like this, is gone the second I see her.”

Sam and Steve shared a look before Steve spoke up, “Bucky, I’m happy for you, truly, but you need to be careful. The Witch Council isn’t quite happy with vamps, they’ll kill both of you if it’s true she’s your Bound.”

The brunet nodded, running a hand through his hair, “I’m not going to let that happen. I’ll protect her.” He seemed to be trying to convince himself, but Steve and Sam knew him better than that.

“By stalking her and buying her flowers?” Sam chided, giving him a look.

“No, I’ll talk to her. I just…” he groaned, gripping his head as a wave of dizziness hit him, and he quickly sat down for it to pass, but all it did was start to drown him.

“It’s happening again isn’t it?” Steve was suddenly beside him, a gentle hand on his shoulder.

He nodded, “Since we came to this town, it feels like my human side wants to make a comeback,” he glanced up at the blonde. “You said when you turned me you weren’t sure what I was running from, you absolutely sure you don’t know what I was running from?”

“Buck, we’ve talked about this, we had only known each other a few years. You knew what I was without me telling you, you looked depressed, and you were on the run. Whatever you were running from, it wasn’t anything good. You would wake up with nightmares, crying, calling out for someone, you were frankly a mess. Yet you begged for me to turn you, or let you die trying, so I honestly can’t say what you were running from before you lost those memories.”

Sam jumped in, although hearing the story before, he thought of something new, “What name was he calling out?”

Steve thought for a moment, Bucky now looking up at him too, not really thinking to have asked that question. “Theodosia,” he finally recalled.

Bucky stiffened, a flash of colors moving through his vision. He groaned, clutching his head, and rubbing his temples, as he silently begged for the vision to stop. Stupid, fickle human memories. He wanted the memories, fuck, he craved the memories, but the pain with this one felt like a knife carving into his skull.

“Bucky! You should not just steal things like that, the villagers will begin to question us,” the girl in front of him had her arms crossed as she scolded him.

“It’s fine, sweetling, the mortals won’t know a thing,” his voice sounded different to his ears. Mortal, he realized. He sounded human. Vampire hearing was enhanced, so of course, his human hearing sounded muddled in retrospect.

The girl rolled her eyes, kaleidoscope eyes, with rich warm colors, luring him in. “You say that often, but just last week they kidnapped another girl. I think they are on to us.”

“Nonsense,” he reasoned, grinning as he kissed her hair, a wave of honey, cedar, lavender, and juniper filling his senses. “I’ll protect you, Theo,” he grinned, wrapping the girl into his arms.

His brown overcoat draped around her, making her smile up at him adoringly. “Do not make promises you cannot keep, James Barnes,” she warned, scrunching up her nose teasingly towards him.

He chuckled, tightening his hold on her, “Why would I not keep my promise?”

As they walked together through the words, his vision blurred, before focusing on a different part of the woods, an entirely different scene laid before them.

It was her again. Yet the sight before him made him sick. Eighteen girls lined up, nooses around their necks. Some were crying, hysterical, others were begging for their lives, and yet his girl was still, calm. At peace.

Her eyes scanned the crowd, and as they focused on his, he saw them widen. ‘Go’ she mouthed, but he didn’t listen, taking a step towards her. He was determined, he had to save her, he had to fight for her. She quickly shook her head, silently pleading for him to run, a quiet plea for him to save himself. One of the men in his way grabbed onto his arm, slowing his movements. “Let me go,” he growled lowly, attempting to tug his arm back. He had always been strong, he knew he could take on this man.

As the winds picked up, the girl squirmed on the stool she was standing on. “It is too late, it is over for her,” the man spoke, and the winds started to howl. The cool September air whipped her hair around her face, her bonnet long gone as she had been dragged to this very spot. “What are you?” The few men listening were now turning towards him. “Oh, good God! You are one of them!”

As more people turned, he felt his heart pump faster, preparing for a fight. “James!” His eyes locked onto hers, and she gave him a small smile. “Run, please. I love you,” she whispered, yet the winds carried her voice to him, and he shuddered.

One of the men stepped forward, kicking the stool away from her legs, just as he lurched forward. “Theo!” He cried out, one of the men grabbing onto him, two more joined the first and he couldn’t stop as he saw her dying in front him. Fury was the first emotion to burn into his body, before an idea came next. He couldn’t care less of the village trying to stop him. Her. She is all that matters. Save her.

He whispered softly, the howling wind thrashed the tree branches as the men kicked the stools out behind each of the girls. One of the men holding him suddenly gripped his own chest, falling to the ground dead. A dull golden glow slithered onto the ground like a snake, under shoes, around ankles, until it surrounded her now still body. He was never good at these sorts of things, but he had to try, he couldn’t just give up.

The winds died down with his breath, and the men let him go. He rushed forward, using his knife to cut the rope, pulling her chilling body into his arms. “No, no, no, no. You cannot leave me. I promised! Please, Theo,” he pleaded, gently brushing her hair out of her face. She merely looked like she was sleeping, yet he knew better. “I promised,” he murmured, sniffling loudly.

He hadn’t even realized that he was crying, until someone stepped forward, and the cool air made his cheeks freeze. “Another one,” he accused, and despite the growing pit in his stomach, Bucky knew he couldn’t stay. And yet, he didn’t want to leave. How could he run when his reason for living was gone from this cruel earth?

A hand grabbed his arm, strong enough to drag him away from her. He cried out, weeping out that he couldn’t leave her. As he was dragged away he could only think one thing. He promised. He lied.

“Bucky!” Steve’s voice pulled him from his memories. He was shaking, Steve and Sam both coming into focus, both kneeling beside him, wearing matching worried looks on their faces. He ran his hands over his face, then his hair, and his cheeks were damp with tears. “What did you see?” Despite his huge size, and the fact he could kill an army in seconds, Steve was a big teddy bear.

“Theodosia,” He whispered softly, looking up towards the men, broken, sorrow filled eyes still brimming with tears. “I loved her, and she was killed…”

Sam took a deep breath, sitting beside him on the floor, “That’s rough… before you were turned I would assume?”

He nodded, looking up towards Steve. “But we have another problem…” He took a shaky breath, he was always the calm one, and yet he only felt the hole in his chest press down on him. The invisible weight in his chest called to him, the insatiable demand to be close to his Bound starting to overwhelm him, and he wasn’t sure why this Binding was calling to him after flashes of his past. “And I think she was a witch.”

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hoodie-lover · 5 years ago

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My Multiverse Ask Event! #3

“UT sans why do you refuse to fight the human until they are level 19 in genocide route?”

“Because it is the only time it matters. Any other time I don’t have to worry about the world ending. If you were trapped in a world where nothing, almost nothing, you do matters, why do something that doesn’t matter? And I must say, the look on their face when I launched my first attack, and their faces afterwards, were worth it.” Sans said, smiling at the memory of their shocked face.

“Flowey if the human genocides you are aware they won't hesitate to kill you right? ps why not just pop up from the ground in the room with the human souls and take them?”

“I know. But I like watching everyone die, it’s funny as they try to stop an unstoppable threat, how they sacrifice themselves and whatnot. And if the human can beat Sans, Undyne, and slaughter almost every monster of all, why would the souls be able to do anything? Sure I could flee, but I am the Prince of the Underground, I’m going down with my ship.” Flowey said, his face appearing to be a mix of Asriel and his own before morphing back as he chuckled a sinister giggle.

“Frisk so your saying that your next reset will be a genocide if so is it because your possesses by chara or because your a bad person. ps if your possesed by chara during genocide why kill flowey knowing he is asriel? pps do you even make it to the surface after genocide?” “Chara is only there to make me remember my crimes, kill Asgore, and Flowey. And I’m not really a bad person per say, I’m just a kid having fun! And why would I return to the surface? The Underground is more fun. Asriel is dead, Flowey is someone new, and Flowey is pathetic.” Frisk said, smiling. “To all skeletons when you eat food where does it go? do you even have a stomach?” “We only eat magic-based foods so it is instantly absorbed. It just disperses and helps heal and stuff.” Papyrus said, making hand gestures to help explain it. “Error, when are you guys going to start looking for who Error once was? We can help! We know multiple versions of Error and many versions of his backstory to draw reference from. I'd start with G̵͈͇̙͖̰͇̠̥̱͍̅̿͌̀̋̄͛̇̽̒̄̿̄̑̈́̾͊̔̉̄͒̕ȩ̸̛̠̗͓̗̃̈́̏́͆̓̃̅̎͊̾̃̐͐̍̍͘͜n̸̢̢̛̲̬͎̱̘͍͎̗̯̘̭͉̦̓͗̓̓͂̀̈́̀͜͠͝͝ơ̵̢̗̼̳̥̞̱̺̭̠̅̐̐̾̽͋̋͐́̍͊̈́̈́͘͠. Trust me.” “What? We didn’t hear what you said.” Error stated, sipping some hot chocolate. Mini marshmallows danced on the surface. “Well, since you apparently can’t say who to start with, I guess we have no where to start from.” “How about we look at the timelines? Talk to the voices and see how long Error was there and what timelines had separated before and after then.” Horror said and Nightmare shrugged. “Sure.” In the Creator Realm, Maxie, Zack, Beatrice, Jana, and Jack were listening. “We all know it’s Geno right?” Maxie said and they nodded. “How about we drag this out? Make them suffer!” Jack said, and for once, Zack agreed. “It would be funny, just as long as they learn the truth eventually.” Zack said, earning a sadistic grin from Maxie. “Yay! I wonder if we can get some help in leading them astray?” Maxie said, calling over to the group asking the questions. “Wanna help us drag this out?” She asked. “UT sans when are you going to tell papyrus about resets?” “I already know. Though I have asked Sans the same question many many times.” Papyrus said, giving Sans a dirty look. Sans had come back from his sentry station for lunch. “You’d forget! Just because you know doesn’t mean you’ll remember. I’d figured out it was possible while looking through scans and other old work I look through every day. Plus knowledge of the multiverse helps.” Sans said, “I actually did tell you once, but it crushed your spirit. I didn’t want you to lose what made you, you. and I had a support group so I wasn’t handling it alone like I used to.” Sans said, Papyrus sighed in response. “UT sans how do you manage to put 29 hot dogs on a person's head and why not 30 hot dogs?” “Why not 28?” Sans said, and Papyrus groaned. “Ok ok I think we have embarrassed the boys enough, for now.... Dream any stories from your brothers past he would rather his boys not know about?” “YES!” Dream cried out and Nightmare tried to silence his brother, but he was tackled, bound, and gagged on the ground before he could make a sound. Everyone listened to Dream intently. “Nightmare, in the early days of our village’s founding, had a girlfriend.” Dream said, Nightmare thrashed on the ground as everyone gasped “Who?” Cross asked, eyes wide as he heard Chara snicker and make faces at Nightmare. “I don’t remember her, we didn’t really talk all that much, but what I do know is that,” Dream donned the smuggest and most evil smirk as he gave his brother a wicked glance, a twisted smile on his face. “Nightmare, lost his virginity to her.” Dream said and everyone went nuts. “Did he top?” Horror asked, and Killer laughed. “Was she a virgin too?” Dust cried out, looking at his struggling father. “She wasn’t, and I think he bottomed based on what he told me.” Dream said, genuinely puzzled. “So, how old were you?” Error asked, Dream thought about it. “We didn’t know at the time, as far as we’re aware, right now, we’re about 1200 years old, and the village was around for about 1,000 years, but she was about a young adult, maybe 20 or so.” Dream said, looking at his brother for confirmation. Tears were streaming down Nightmare’s face and Dream took pity on his sibling. “There, there, I only have one more to tell.” Dream said, picking up Nightmare and placing him on his lap as he cuddled him. “What’s the story?” Fresh asked, he was mostly silent but he was curious. “Nightmare’s first time drunk.” Dream said, and Nightmare froze as he tried to run away. “Nope.” Dream said, keeping Nightmare in place easily. “One day, I was given a present by someone, I don’t remember who they were. Nightmare girlfriend, Lily was her name, had long passed away by this point. They broke up but remained friends. It was a bottle of whisky, hardcore whisky.” Dream said, “Like Blue’s signature drink spiker.” Dream said and Blue gasped. “I do not spike drinks!” Blue said, huffing. “Sure.” Dream said, rolling his eyes as he continued. “Anyway, I wanted to share the gift with Nightmare, as I always did. I even broke apart, remade and regifted presents I recieved to Nightmare to make him feel better. So we drank the entire thing, Nightmare having most of it.” Dream said, clearly embarrassed. “If we had known, that night would have ended differently.” Dream told them. “Nightmare ended up singing a random song at the top of his lungs at the top of the tree. I was about to pass out most of the time. We never got drunk again, the hangover was bad.” “Ok back to embarrassing the boys, on a scale of 1 to 10 how cute is Error? this is for anyone that wants to weigh in on the Error cuteness scale. Also does he have glasses in this multi-verse and do they up his cuteness? Sorry Error you are my favorite!” “10.” Everyone said they had by this point released Nightmare. “I do have glasses, Nightmare gave them to me soon after they learned how bad my eyesight was, but I began to wear contacts when I started fighting with them.” Error said. “They were bigger and red versions of Harry Potter’s glasses, and they increase his cuteness to a solid twenty-six out of ten.” Cross said, smiling as Error blushed. “Oh I saw someone else mention how we know of many different Errors. I gotta say most of the Errors I have seen have been tortured horribly and are left in a pretty bad state. Are you sure you want to know where you came from? You can't ever go back to what you were before, and I don't want you to get hurt Error.” “I know. But, I want to know my story, I know I can’t go back, I know I have a Papyrus, Toriel, Alphys, Undyne, and all. But I never thought about it, and with the revelation that I’m an alternate timeline, I can dive a bit deeper. I know these people, and Killer, Horror, and Dust can help me. They know what it’s like.” Error said, “And I’m not asking to know about what you have put other me’s through, I can infer what you’ve done to them.” Error said, glaring. “Frisk, what do you think about the humans from other AU?s” “AUs? Do you mean, alternate universes? I was involved with many fandoms, so I know the term. Papyrus broke script last time, and Sans was acting odd a few years ago. Interesting. I must thank you, if I’m right, then I might be able to see my own handiwork again.” Frisk said. “Frisk, have you encountered Gaster yet? ps do you even know who Gaster is?” “I know who he is. Though he always disappears before I can say a word to him.” “Stretch, my tall orange jerk. How did you take the news that not only did Ink lie when he said the dark sanses took blue, but Ink was actually the one to take him and do some pretty bad things to our sweet little blueberry? What about when Ink had Dream hurt blue to keep him crashing? And how are taking Blue being more like Error now?” “I was mad, I wanted to kill him with my own hands. I let myself be fooled, and I can’t even blame myself half the time! I was just so powerless. I’m glad he’s dead.” Stretch said, grumbling as he blew out a puff of smoke. “I was ready to dust Dream right then and there, but Blue held me back. And the yellow squirt’s apology was overwhelming. I could barely go a day without a text or in-person apology, and when he finally earned my lack of distrust, we haven’t talked since aside from the occasional ‘hello’. And Blue had it worse.” “It took awhile for me to get used to Blue’s glitching. Sometimes he crashed and rebooted, those were scary and they still are. Error helped Blue and I adjust, helping us figure out Blue’s glitching triggers. Stress being a big one. I’m grateful for his help, though I may not like him.” Stretch said, lighting another cigarette. “And now the most important question ever asked... Who wants to join the Error protection squad? I'll make badges!” “ME!” Blue cried out, eyes glowing big and blue as he smiled. “Don’t forget about us!” Cross said and Error sighed as he buried himself in his outfit as everyone announced how they would join. “It’s ok Error. I’d defend you, but I don’t need a badge.” Dream said and Error smiled, he was glad his family would defend him. He felt safe, and he felt loved. “What is the worst timeline or version of this universe any of you have ever experienced? I mean, this is a multiverse. What are the darkest reaches of it?” “Aside from our own personal trauma, I think it was one of those torture AUs.” Nightmare said, and Cross snapped his fingers, realizing what Nightmare meant. “Yeah, where the people exist only to be beaten and broken, no hope, no dreams, no reason and will to live. There’s also HorrorLustFell.” Cross said and everyone shuddered. “‘Nough said.” Dust announced and everyone nodded. “Frisk you know a genocide is technically impossible because you never kill annoying dog ps what do you think of annoying dog?” “The annoying dog doesn’t count, and I never get to Alphys or the people she evacuated either. And the dog is cute, I want to cuddle them.” Frisk said, their face looking like an innocent child’s instead of a mass murderer.

Formatting is off because of glitching in my word processor. I have it fixed.

#undertale #fanfic #my multiverse #ask event #Dark Sanses #nightmare sans #dustsans #horror Sans #killer sans #cross sans #fresh sans #error sans #dream sans #underswap sans #underswap papyrus

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Cornholio4 from ao3 here and As someone who earlier watched and loved Endgame; how about Marinette and Tikki have to overlook the Snap as it happens as they survive but it also affects kwamis. They leave Paris to help deal with it while her remaining classmates try to find her out fo fear that she was lost too without them getting the chance to make amends for the business with Lila.

I have not yet seen Endgame and came up with this off the top of my head. And I’m admittedly going in a bit of a different direction than what you’re asking here, but I hope it’s enjoyable all the same.

I’m of the opinion that kwamis can’t really be “snapped” out of existence that easily. They’re mini gods born of concepts.

That protection doesn’t apply to their holders though.

The first sign that something was wrong was the appearance of that spaceship in America.

A country away and across the sea was too far for Ladybug and Chat Noir to attempt to go to offer aid, but they remained vigilant in case more trouble arrived. Which naturally, it did.

Just not in Paris.

More reports came in. Various ambushes across the world. In Scotland, for sure. Then the major battle in Wakanda, where the Avengers fought the Mad Titan Thanos for a Stone? An artifact of some sort. With Earth’s Mightiest Heroes and the army of Wakanda, surely they could win.

Except they didn’t. Whatever Thanos had been after, he had gotten.

It happened with a Snap.

Marinette could almost swear she had heard it when it happened—like the snap had been in her own mind instead of across the world. Whatever had happened, she had felt it, though she didn’t understand it. An encroaching feeling of dread that burrowed into her chest and became a growing gnawing pain that threatened to eat her from the inside out. She didn’t know what it was or what it represented, but it was unlike any akuma or foe she had ever faced.

The second sign that something was wrong was when Tikki began to shudder and sob as if in pain. Despite Marinette’s best efforts, there was nothing she could do to help her. And Tikki couldn’t bring herself to explain it.

But what really made it clear was when her own parents turned to dust right in front of her.

“Is…is this an akuma?” Marinette gasped out—begged.

And Tikki only looked up at her in despair.

“No.”

And she wailed.

She was panicking. Of course she was. Her entire world was rapidly falling apart and she didn’t know why. All she could do—all that she could think to do was get to Master Fu’s in hopes that whatever was happening hadn’t taken him as well and that he might have an answer.

She prayed he would still be there. She prayed harder than she ever had for anything in her life.

Please, please let someone remain. Please let him be all right. Please let him have an answer.

She didn’t even bother to detransform once she reached his home, her desperation and need for what little strength the suit and feeling of Tikki’s magic could offer was too great. And when she found him and Wayzz seated at his table pouring over the tablet, she felt like she could finally breathe.

“Master Fu! What is happening?!”

Fu’s head snapped up to look at her, and he smiled shakily in relief. It seemed he had been just as worried as she had. “Marinette. You are all right.”

“Yes, of course!” She assured him. No turning to dust and blowing away in the wind for her, thank you very much!

As if sensing her feelings—or perhaps to confirm for himself, Wayzz floated over to her and rested a paw on her cheek, giving a small smile and nod when she didn’t crumble beneath his touch. She wanted to smile back. She wanted to reassure him. But…

“My parents…” She stifled a sob. “They just…disappeared right in front of my eyes! It’s happening all over the place! The whole city is affected.”

“It’s not just the city.” Fu confirmed, somberly. “I fear that this is far, far greater than Paris.”

It was.

With a short detransformation, the four watched in mounting horror as the news reports came in from all over the world detailing the sudden and rapid loss of life. People disappearing in seconds. Of all the chaos erupting, how emergencies were popping up everywhere and how there weren’t nearly enough authorities or EMS workers to handle it all.

More information both flooded and trickled in. They had to work through the flood of panicked news broadcasts and stories to find the bits of information that could explain what had happened.

Of Thanos, a “Mad Titan” from another world.

Of the Avengers trying to stop him.

Of Wakanda and the final stand.

Of how they failed.

Of what was being called “The Snap”.

Marinette sent out message after message to Chat Noir, telling him where to meet her. Hoping he was unharmed. Hoping that whatever had happened could be taken care of. Hoping that he was just slow to respond. Or caught up in something elsewhere. Or simply hadn’t transformed and thus hadn’t received her message yet.

All her hopes were dashed that evening when it was a lone cat kwami who arrived, carrying a ring in his much too small hands.

“I’m sorry.”

And Marinette cried.

The days that followed passed mostly in silence. With no one left at home, Marinette couldn’t bring herself to return to the bakery. She was technically an orphan now, anyway, and if she did get caught, she might not be able to get away to do anything as Ladybug. As such, she stayed with Fu while the two of them attempted to find some means of undoing this travesty. Their attempts to look through the tablet and decipher more of the Miraculous text gave them no answers. Fu was determined to not give up and kept trying. Marinette continued to help him, though less out of any real belief that they could find an answer and more of an attempt to keep busy.

She stubbornly ignored her phone. She kept it off and refused to even touch it. And when researching, she avoided any news of Paris at all costs, especially the Ladyblog.

Marinette had already lost her parents and her partner. She didn’t want to find out who else she knew was gone.

Maybe it was worse not knowing. But it was still too fresh and the pain too great. She didn’t want to discover that she had lost anyone else. Alya. Rose. Juleka. Alix. Myelen. Nino. Luka. Ivan. Ms. Chamack. Manon. Hell, even Chloe.

Three was too much as it was. And she knew all of Paris was suffering, but she just…she just couldn’t bring herself to know what she had lost. Not as long as there was a chance to save them. Because if she found out any of them were gone as well?

She may not have the heart to keep trying.

Unfortunately, she didn’t know how to translate the ancient texts. So that was left to Fu. Meanwhile, she continued to gather information from the rest of the world—particularly about Thanos and the Avengers. Was Thanos still active? Were the Avengers still around? Were they planning anything? Did they have a way to undo this?

She spent her time searching fruitlessly for information—hopefully for answers she could use. All while Tikki and Plagg stayed attached to her side, as if desperately seeking and giving comfort. Neither were doing well, though it was for different reasons. Tikki could feel the pain of Thanos altering reality as they knew it to erase half of all life. And Plagg was a mix of exhaustion and sorrow over the loss of Chat Noir. He wouldn’t even gorge himself on the cheese available. She had to encourage him to eat.

When she couldn’t stand to look at the computer or TV anymore, she would bake, filling Fu’s home with aromas that would be enticing if everything didn’t taste like ash in her mouth. Tikki at least seemed to appreciate the efforts, constantly nibbling away at all times in an attempt to build up her energy. If there was anything to be gained over the days and weeks that they spent there, Tikki was improving at least. That was one thing to be happy for.

Marinette didn’t feel she deserved to be happy. The world was a mess. Paris was a mess. And by all counts, she was Ladybug and should be able to do SOMETHING. But she was scared to go out. Not for herself or what could happen to her, but afraid of that striking realization of just how alone she might be. She was worried that she would break. Either he knew how fragile her current state was or otherwise knew something else she did not, because Fu insisted she remain hidden just in case Thanos tried anything else.

“Have faith, Marinette. There is a way.” He assured her.

But she wasn’t so sure.

She wanted to help. Paris needed her.

But she needed Chat.

She needed her parents.

She needed an answer.

So perhaps it was luck or fate that the answer came one day less than a month after this nightmare started in the form of a glowing orange portal that deposited two strangers into Fu’s study.

“Who are you?!” She demanded. She wasn’t transformed, but she still had her earrings and Tikki was nearby and at full health. If she had to fight, she could. To protect the few people she had left, she would.

One of the men was tall and looked quite strong—a warrior, she realized. Blond hair and eyes that were kind but sharp. She could tell from his stance and his expression that he was very well experienced. Could she take him?

Her eyes narrowed.

If he was a threat, she would certainly try.

But he held up his hands in a gesture signifying he meant no harm. “Please. We’re not here to fight.”

She wasn’t sure she could trust him, but he seemed sincere. Sincere and desperate for something.

The other man stepped forward at that point. He was Chinese and looked stern in a way similar to Fu. “We must speak with the Guardian.”

“Well then,” came Master Fu’s voice from the side door, causing all three to snap towards him in varying degrees of surprise and concern. “Shall we discuss matters in the living area?”

It was interesting meeting with these strangers over tea. The Chinese man was settled quickly, clearly wanting to not waste time. Meanwhile, the American one was clearly unused to the customs but took the differences in stride, noted how the others were seated, and followed with little issue.

“I see your side has grown since our groups parted ways.”

The man who called himself Wong nodded. “Yes, we gained knowledge and items of power, as well as followers to disperse our teachings through.” He frowned, seeming to study Fu. “But it would seem your side has had some setbacks.”

Marinette initially wanted to bristle at that and come to Master Fu’s defense, but for all that they spoke of division and two groups, they did not sound at odds with one another. And if anything, Wong sounded…sad for the fate of Fu’s monastery.

And for his part, Fu did not take offense to the comment. It was only the truth. He lowered his head, regret clear in his expression. “Mistakes have been made. But at least most of the Miraculous remain intact and safe.”

“So it’s true then?” The blond man asked, eager but cautious. “These ‘Miraculous’ items are really on par with the Infinity Stones?”

Fu nodded. “In a way. The Infinity Stones were born of physical and quantifiable concepts of existence. The Miraculous were created from the birth of metaphysical and abstract aspects of life. Creation. Destruction. Transmission. Protection. Subjection. In a sense, the Miraculous and the Infinity Stones operated alongside and counter to each other. Intertwined but separate. Each are incredibly powerful, and extremely dangerous if they were to fall into the wrong hands.”

“There was a reason our two sects separated millennia ago.” Wong stated, continuing the explanation. “In the distant past, our Order was a singular group created to guard both the Miraculous and the Infinity Stones in their possession.” His expression hardened. “But it was soon realized that the power of both sets—even if incomplete—were too great to hold in one place or under one group, regardless of the intentions. So the Order was split into two sects—one to guard the Infinity Stones as well as other artifacts and tomes, and the other to hide the Miraculous and keep them hidden from history and the world.”

“Yes,” Fu said, somberly. “So that if one side fell and this very event happened, the other could intervene to set things right.”

“That is why we are here now.” Wong stated. “The madman known as ‘Thanos’ is no longer a threat. Now is the time to correct the damage he has caused and rebuild. But we need the aid of the Miraculous to do so.”

“I see.” Fu replied. He said nothing further.

Anxious, Marinette looked between the two in confusion and growing hope.

Please. Please. Please.

“So you’re saying that we can fix this? The Miraculous can restore things?”

There was a long pause before Fu nodded.

“The Infinity Stones and the Miraculous are different sets of power, but both are still tied to the reality we know. Both can still have an effect and counter each other if it becomes necessary. Thanos may have gotten the Stones and used them in his mad quest, but he didn’t know about the Miraculous. That will be what will unravel his plans.”

“But how?” She asked.

“The Miraculous Cure.” The man known as Wong replied.

She gasped. “What?!”

Master Fu set his cup down and started to explain. “The Miraculous Ladybug you cast is able to undo the damage done by akuma attacks, but it doesn’t stop there. You’ve fixed things that were damaged or broken before the akuma came to be—that may have even been the reason for the akuma in the first place.”

“Over the past year, there have been major crises that have gone so far as to result in world-effecting acts. Flooding, unnatural storms, even moving the planet itself. Each and every time, you were able to set things right.”

“Yeah, but wasn’t all that just because an akuma was involved?” She asked.

“No.” Fu disagreed. “The Miraculous Ladybug changed things to rights because it was what YOU believed to be right. In your hands, the Cure can correct more damage done by natural and unnatural means. It is fully possible that it can undo the damage Thanos has caused and restore those who have been lost.”

“We have a plan to amplify the spellwork to allow the effects to be greater.” Wong explained. “Our allies are looking into the process now. But your Cure is still the basis for it. We will need your support to proceed.”

She shook her head. This was just too crazy!

“But…this isn’t just Paris! This is the world—the entire UNIVERSE! I don’t know if I can!” Marinette exclaimed. “What if it doesn’t work?”

Fu nodded at her, hopefully. “Then it doesn’t work. Nothing changes. But if it does work, everything changes. That means there’s a chance things can improve and the damage can be undone. Isn’t that worth trying for?”

She clenched her fists, anxious and uncertain. “I just…”

“Miss Ladybug,” The blond man finally spoke up, drawing her attention to him. “I know it’s scary and it seems like it would hurt to let yourself hope after everything. But if there’s hope, there’s a chance. All we ask of you is that you try.”

He looked kind. There was something about him that reminded her a lot of Chat Noir. The hopeful smile and gentle eyes. The desire to see the best but expectation for disappointment. Reassurance and support. But above all, there was belief in her.

And she couldn’t help but want to not disappoint him.

“I’ll do it.” She took a breath. “I…I’ll try.”

He smiled, and it just made her miss her own partner all the more.

“Thank you.”

It took all of two weeks to get everything together. She still had concerns about Thanos, of course, but the other heroes reassured her he would not be an issue at this point. Whatever happened to him, she decided not to ask. Right now, the goal was to undo the damage he had caused.

The plan was simple and yet not. She had to cast her Miraculous Cure. But to allow it to do as much healing as possible, she would need the support of the other Miraculous to empower her. There was also a magical array created by Fu and Wong, as well as machinery put in place by Tony Stark and Bruce Banner in order to further power her Cure.

She would be the conduit at the center of all that, taking the strength they had to offer and using it to feed her spell in hopes of correcting the harm done and save the universe.

God, she felt like the main character of one of those magical girl shows Adrien liked so much.

It was strange seeing the famous Avengers dressed so uniquely.

Captain Turtle—the blond man she had come to discover was the Captain America, Steve Rogers—placed a hand on her shoulder reassuringly before heading to his place in the formation. More than anyone, he had been calm and supportive, willing to listen to her worries and help her past her uncertainty. The fact that he had lost a partner in the Snap just as she had allowed the two to have a point of relation and understanding to build on.

Black Vixen was beautiful but quiet. She kept mostly to the sidelines until she was needed, though she seemed to keep a particular eye on several parties involved in this project. Strangely enough, Marinette was not one of them. Other than a kind word of encouragement, they had little interaction. Part of Marinette wondered if she should be concerned at just how energetic Trixx seemed to be upon meeting the woman, and she couldn’t tell if it was out of excitement or agitation.

Cats Eye gave her a nod and she couldn’t help but return it. The desperation and fleeting hope in his expression made her heart ache and while she didn’t know who he had lost, she wanted nothing more than to make this work.

Buzz Bomber was a dark-skinned man with a very strict and orderly presentation to him. He struggled to move fully on his own and utilized braces, but he stood taller than many others she had seen in this place in the past weeks. And much like Mssr Rogers, he had been nothing but kind to her.

The woman who had become the Peacock was strange and cold. Her skin just as blue as the Peacock Miraculous itself even before she donned it. She had been warned repeatedly of the danger it presented, but merely shrugged off the warnings. Or was it that she welcomed them? “Promises, promises.“

And finally, Hawk Moth himself. How he had agreed to be involved, she still wasn’t certain. How the Avengers had managed to track him down and drag him to their base of operations in the first place was an even bigger question. All she could discern was that he had similarly lost someone in the Snap. And if this could restore that person, then he was willing to put his animosity for her aside—however temporarily. She didn’t trust him. And she certainly didn’t trust that he wouldn’t try anything.

That was what the very well built amazonian-like women and the talking raccoon with a very big gun seemed to be for.

No, she wasn’t going to question it. After everything else she had experienced and everything that had happened in the past month since this mess started, she was certainly not feeling inclined to argue about the raccoon. Or the gun.

Mssr Stark and Mssr Banner were going to monitor the machine while Master Fu and Wong would keep an eye on the magical aspect of things. The women and the raccoon would protect her in case of an unwelcome “surprises”. The other heroes (and Hawk Moth) would power her. And with the aid of one of Hawk Moth’s specifically NON-evilized butterflies, the Asgardian known as Thor would add his strength to hers as well in order to mitigate any potential backlash.

All Marinette had to do was cast her Cure.

“We’re ready when you are.”

She wasn’t ready.

She wasn’t sure she ever would be.

What if it didn’t work? What if it didn’t bring them back? What if it was all for nothing and her parents and everyone else stayed gone?

Could she really allow herself to hope?

…What a stupid question.

Like “allowing” herself to hope was ever a choice.

She was Marinette Dupain-Cheng.

She was Ladybug.

She believed.

“MIRACULOUS LADYBUG!”

#miraculous ladybug #tales of ladybug and cat noir #avengers #mcu #ladybug #marinette dupain cheng #miraculous #ml kwamis #tikki #plagg #master fu #wong #in which we fix everything #happy ending?#ml fic #ml crossover

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