#but enjoying themselfs way too much to care about their own ailment

[mimikusu]

okay but, can I have someone sick at a ball and one of the servants with the kink?

They've been doing a lot of planning for this, spending a lot of money on their outfit, maybe they're even the host*ess... so there is no way in the world they're not going, even though they're all sniffly and sneezy - trying to be as discreet about it as possible (out of courtesy mostly). And then there's that one person among the servants, following their every move and noise with their eyes and ears - making excuses to offer them anything ever so often, or ask for instructions on how to proceed with the evening program. Maybe at some point in time it's too obvious and they will maybe ask for some help with their make-up or clothing as an excuse to go somewhere more private.

[iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia]

(Full HC)

We've had the M6 bodyswapping with their familiars, we've had the M6 bodyswapping with each other… But what kind of antics would ensue if the M6 had a bodyswapping incident with MC?

The Arcana HCs: When M6 bodyswap with MC

~ anon, you spectacular genius ~

-- to set the scene --

You know you're in a magic-infused dream as soon as you open your eyes. Off to your right, you can see your beloved standing in the open air, staring at the glowing ball of light that hovers in front of them. You're about to remind them of the cardinal magic rule - don't touch the mystery orb - but by the time you call their name, it's too late. Imagine your surprise when you wake up to your own face staring back at you from your pillow!

Julian

He's staring at you in horror because he knew his eyebags were bad but he didn't know they were that bad

You, on the other hand, are experiencing all the physical ailments of a 6'4 human that never remembers to eat and the headache of needing a daily dose of six shots of espresso to function

He's immediately concerned about physical wellbeing and checking both of you over for any signs of injury. Yeah, he doesn't hate magic anymore, but he's still not comfortable with it

Coaches you on how to speak more like him in his voice. His voice is made for DRAMA, MC, you must PROJECT! ENUNCIATE! The people at the back can't hear you!

He's also going to encourage you to wear all of his normal getup. Enjoy wearing multiple layers of leather in a Mediterranean climate, MC, it's all for the *aesthetic*

You, however, have a secret weapon, and that is basic self care

You are going to eat so much nutritious food and drink so much clean water and get so much sleep and sunlight and exercise ...

It's also payback for how much you're sweating right now, because you won't be the one dealing with all the sore muscles later

He gets unbearably flustered when he changes clothes/bathes in your body and won't stop talking about it

Asra

They know exactly what's happened as soon as they wake up and they know it's their fault and they have 0 regrets. none.

Quick to suggest taking a lazy day so you won't have to juggle the shop with this. And then suggests sleeping in immediately after

He's very curious about what it's like to enjoy all kinds of experiences in your body, but he doesn't do anything until he knows you're comfortable with it (including changing)

Gets distracted/sidetracked every time they pass a mirror/window/shiny pot/remotely reflective surface because they like your face and it keeps surprising them to see it reflected back at them

You're about to watch yourself make the weirdest faces into the mirror as they try to document what your face looks like with different expressions

Has the time of his life picking out his outfit (to wear on your body) and watching you pick out yours (to wear on his body)

Pulls out every food item in your kitchen because they want to know if you taste things differently than they do. You're going to wake up with heartburn tomorrow

Might suggest pranking a few friends, but he's generally so averse to conflict that he won't be dead set on the idea

Occasionally taps into your bond, just to ground themself

Nadia

She's going to keep lying still for a moment or two to finish processing what's just happened and decide what she's going to do about it

And then she's going to teasingly tell you that you're welcome to help yourself to her body, and ask if she can help herself to yours

Tells a trusted Palace servant that she is indisposed and that neither of you will be available today (because there's no way she's going to try to swap jobs with you)

You might be tempted to set yourself up in front of a mirror and see if there's any pose or outfit in the world that Nadia can't look elegant in. She'll have a very amusing time watching you

Portia will inevitably hear about her absence and stop by at some point, which will only ramp up the hilarity

Nadia does suggest sneaking out at some point, your body makes for a great disguise and a day on the town sounds fun!

(You still haven't figured out how to tell her that what sets her apart more than her appearance is her bearing. You've never seen your own posture look that good)

Speaking of posture, welcome to life in a body that's excellently cared for! You can stretch in every direction and nothing hurts!

Though this much thick hair is heavy and hot

Muriel

Oh, he knows before he opens his eyes that something's off, because the furs feel unusually heavy over him and he's never shared a bed with anything bigger than he is

Speaking of, he had no idea that his body radiated that much heat. It's like lying next to a furnace (and it's more comforting than he expected. maybe you're onto something with all the snuggling)

He's violently uncomfortable with being in your body, mostly because he's assuming you'd like it back, and he doesn't want to do anything with it that you don't want him to

You, on the other hand, spend a day as the pilot of a body with unusual size and strength. You're going to have to be reeeeally careful not accidentally bump your head/break and tear stuff

What you choose to do with that is entirely up to you (and up to your body's capacity to contain Muriel's embarrassed blush)

Have fun flexing and watching yourself turn beet red

He is going to request that the two of you stay in the woods and out of sight, which certainly makes things easier

He's also going to apologize to you because he knows this was his fault (you'll have to convince him that being in his body is not a miserable experience, which he may have a hard time believing)

Inanna will be wolf-laughing at both of you the whole time

Portia

She woke up first and put two and two together. By the time you open your eyes, your face is staring back at you with this specific expression: >:3

Also, your body is buzzing (and I mean, buzzing) with energy. You feel like you could climb a mountain and still have the capacity to chop down at least 20 trees. Oh, and your hands are tiny

It's going to take a second for her to get used to your body, if only because she keeps stopping at every new movement/sensation to comment on it/experiment with it/tease you about it

As soon as you've had breakfast, she's taking the day off and dragging you into town for some good old-fashioned mischief

Because yeah, she just woke up in one of the most powerful magician's bodies in the world, she fully plans on taking advantage of that. Who wouldn't??

Long story short, your day is going to consist of running after her while she comments on your "low energy levels" (they're not low, they're human) and wreaks havoc with your magical capacity

The fountain in the town square spouts glowing orange water for a week after she passes through. Even she isn't sure how she did it, so you just have to wait it out and hope it won't poison anyone

Mazelinka saw you two at one point and cried laughing

Lucio

It takes him a while to figure out what's happened

Don't misread this as him assuming that things are normal. He knows things are not normal, because he's getting human sensations from his left arm

But his first assumption is that this is because his arm magically grew back in the night, and his second assumption when he sees his own body next to him is that he's been cloned

You wake up because he's frantically calling your name, asking why his voice sounds so weird and if you had to clone him as part of getting his human arm back and where you've disappeared to

Shrieks and falls backwards off the bed when his clone's eyes open and you tell him what's happened from his own body

You, on the other hand, are going to spend all day figuring out how to function with a metal arm. It's nowhere near as easy as he makes it look, plus it makes that whole side of your body cold

Lucio insists on doing your eyeliner (on his face) because yes, he loves you, and yes, he trusts you, but that's his signature look and he needs it to be perfect

And then you're going to accidentally ruin his face anyways when you go to scratch an itch, forgetting about the claws on his hand

It's nothing compared to his attempts to use your magic

[oficeandwind]

chongyun laughs a little at her concern. not that it's funny, but because chongyun isn't used to people caring so much for them. at least, not in this kind of way. "i'm well enough," they reassure hu tao. "don't worry about me." as tired as chongyun is currently, they're not so tired that they're on the verge of collapsing right then and there. maybe they were, but going to the tea house sounds like precisely the thing they currently need to let their body rest first before resorting to sleeping.

"and..." chongyun puts a finger to their chin as they follow along, taking in the sights and smells of the harbor. everything smells delicious, though chongyun is still hung up on the idea of eating fish. nothing else sounds quite as good. "if you want to learn more about yin and yang, i can teach you what i know sometime." not now ― that is a lesson chongyun is going to need notes on themself. even with their own yang energy, chongyun never fully got the hang of what exactly it is. those particulars had simply gone right over their head, like most teaching. the only lessons that really stuck were the physical training and the mantras.

"i don't know much about them myself, but i know bits and pieces," chongyun continues. "everything my parents tried to teach me went over my head. i was always more interesting in learning how to fight and how to use my claymore, over any ailments i was born with." there's another sheepish expression on his face. "i know we still have books at home, if you'd ever like to stop by sometime. i plan on staying here for awhile at least, before i have to pick up and get back to work." leaving liyue harbor for several days.

"but we can enjoy the rest of today, i'd rather not force my brain to work too much if i can avoid it." he points at the teahouse. more specifically, chongyun is pointing out a still empty table that the pair can sit at.

"The  teahouse  it  is  then!"  she  affirmed  with  a  smile.  The  director  maay  had  been  hoping  he  would  choose  that  option.  It  seemed  this  was  another  thing  she  had  in  common  with  Chongyun.  As  well  as  their  love  for  a  good  story.

"Maybe  we  can  actually  hear  a  conclusion  to  those  usual  cliffhangers~"  Hu  Tao  mused  in  reference  to  the  storyteller's  habit  of  forgetting  where  they  left  off.  Not  that  she  minded.  She  found  the  quirk  rather  fun  and  endearing,  hence  her  frequent  visits  to  the  teahouse.

Moving  back  to  the  present  moment,  she  found  there  was  a  lingering  closeness  between  the  two.  Not  to  mention  a  sense  of  awkwardness.  And  yet,  she  didn't  instinctively  back  off.  Of  course  the  exorcist  was  being  nothing  but  genuine  in  their  sentiments  toward  her.  She  knew  that.  Still  he  was  correct  in  his  thoughts  that  she  wasn't  use  to  such  kindness  in  general.

"Ahh..I  suppose  I  have  bit  more  to  learn  about  those  yin  and  yang  energies,"  she  remarked  letting  out  a  soft  sigh.  "You  really  are  much  too  kind,  Chongyun."

With  that  she  grasped  onto  his  hand  helping  to  pull  him  up  onto  his  feet.  She  didn't  doubt  what  he  had  said.  Not  at  all.  The  exorcist  had  always  been  such  a  kind  friend.  Even  since  they  were  kids.

The  mention  of  food  did  elicit  her  own  stomach  to  growl  slightly.  Yep,  she  was  hungry  as  well.  Though  her  face  did  scrunch  up  with  a  bit  of  embarrassment  that  she  simply  overworked  herself  she  forgot  to  grab  something  to  eat  earlier.

"Come  on.  The  teahouse  isn't  too  far  from  here.  Just  right  past  the  funeral  parlor  even"  she  began  to  tug  at  him  in  an  effort  to  lead  but  then  paused  turning  her  attention  back  toward  Chongyun.  "You  are  well  enough  to  walk  there,  right?  I  mean  here.."  she  stepped  a  bit  closer  over  a  shoulder  for  him  to  lean  on  in  case  there  was  such  a  need.

[whump-a-la-mode]

Hiya! I saw Kirby tagged you and I like to find new writers so here I am!

Could you do 'fainting' on your bthb card if you haven't already? Much love, Xx Dee <3

Thank you so much for your ask! I love your blog, and I’ve been reading it for a long time before I made this account ^^ I love your stories with the Assasin and the Queen (I forget if that series has a name or not, oops)

I’m really sorry about turning all these prompts into Villainsicle. Maybe I love these characters a little too much :)

This kinda happens in the same time period as the last prompt fill. No comfort for Villain this time around, though.

I hope you enjoy!

CW//Superhero whump, villain whumpee, conditioned whumpee, implied starvation, force-feeding, underfeeding, malnutrition, fainting, purposely making someone sick

“You aren’t going to have lunch?”

Leader raised a brow as Medic sat at the table across from them. The doctor’s possessions were few, and they carried with them little more than a messenger bag and a coat.

Around them, the cafeteria buzzed with activity. The meal of the day had attracted quite a significant portion of the base’s staff, leaving most of the tables full. Medic did their best to tune them out, though it wasn’t exactly easy.

Most of the tables were covered with trays and dishes, but that at which Leader and Medic sat was noticeably empty.

“You aren’t, either.” Medic replied incredulously.

“I had lunch with Engineer, earlier. And you?”

“I’m not hungry. Don’t have the time, even if I was.” They shook their head.

“If you’re so busy, then... let’s just get right to the chase. I’m tired. What is it?”

Medic frowned. Their boss wasn’t always the most professional, certainly not, but such a lack of grace was unlike them. Had the situation really been so stressful? At the very least, maybe they’d be able to get an easy ‘yes.’ It was all they were really seeking.

“I just wanted to ask about Villain.”

“Well, I could’ve guessed that much.”

Medic bit their tongue.

“They are still my patient.”

“You’re upset that I moved them from the hospital wing?”

“Less upset, more concerned. Did you forget that they almost died?”

“A repeat of that situation is exactly what I’m trying to avoid. Stress is dangerous.”

“Stress is unavoidable.”

“Maybe. But do you really think it’s a good idea to have the technopath have some kind of meltdown? I like it when my base is standing and my head is on my shoulders.” As they spoke, their voice turned to a snap. “If you want them moved back to the medical wing, I’m sorry, but it’s a no.”

“I wasn’t going to ask.” They had at least known that Leader would be stubborn on that front. They set their shoulders back. “Do you remember back at the hospital, you said that Villain could be useful?”

“You said that, right? I mean, I agree, but-”

“I don’t know, I don’t remember.”

“What about it, then?”

Medic took a deep breath, and made their request:

“If we’re ever going to get their help, we don’t have time to wait. The longer they’re here, the more agitated they’re going to become. I wanted your permission to begin... convincing them, for lack of a better word.”

Leader looked sick. A paleness had crept onto their face, the whole time that Medic had been speaking. It wasn’t fear, certainly not-- it was almost disgust.

“No.” They shook their head. “No. I’m sorry, but... at the hospital, I wasn’t thinking straight. I was tired, we all were. Villain is hurt. Right now, you’re right, they’re your patient, but that’s all. If we’re going to do anything, we’re going to do it after they get better.”

Beneath the table, Medic clenched their fists.

“Then, what do you want me to do?”

“You don’t have to be snippy about it. It’s been a rough day, but that doesn’t make me any less of your boss.”

“I- You’re right. I’m sorry.”

“You will take care of Villain. From now on, I’m leaving you in charge of their day-to-day care-- feeding, watering, and any medical needs they may have. That is all. Understood?”

Medic gritted their teeth.

“Understood, Leader.”

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Medic was a lot of things. They were a physician, a surgeon, and the world’s only expert on Enhanced biology. But they were not a babysitter.

They had expected to be put in charge of Villain’s case, of course they had. Leader wouldn’t trust anyone else with something so delicate. But, that had been back when they had believed Leader to be capable of any sort of strategic thinking at all.

Villain’s capture had been a boon, dropped right into their laps. An incredible power, possessed by someone they could mold like putty. Such an asset would be of incredible use, for recon, for missions, for anything, really.

And Leader had thrown it away, for no reason at all.

They weren’t about to let them give up on such an opportunity.

Medic placed a small cup on a scale, watching as the numbers flickered, before finally deciding on their answer. Too much. They poured a minuscule amount back into the container, before weighing it again.

They weren’t about to disobey orders, especially not ones so directly given. But, aside from their academic credits, Medic was one more thing: A master of loopholes.

Speaking to Villain was off the table. It would be too obvious. But, in the end, the brain is merely a slave to the rest of the body. Especially to the stomach.

The human body is dependant on a grand variety of minerals and vitamins and all of the like. A little too much, or just not quite enough, and the whole system would be thrown into a tailspin. The mind included.

The scale gave its final reading. Perfect. Medic poured the contents of the cup into a mixing bowl.

Leader had given no guidelines as to what Villain had to be fed-- only that they had to receive food. The mixing bowl on the table sat filled with white, powdery piles, all stacked atop one another, and flowing together. Potassium, sodium, amino acids, foric acid; everything one would need. All in perfect amounts, noted onto a clipboard.

They took a bowl of cornmeal and tipped it in, taking up a mixing spoon.

It looked disgusting. It was perfect.

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Day One

Medic scrawled onto their notepad, before depositing it into their pocket. From the same pocket, they drew a metal key.

Key in one hand, food (if it could even be called as such) in the other, they entered Villain’s cell.

The prisoner was perched on their bed, halfway hidden beneath blankets. Medic could see their expression fall, as soon as the door crept open.

They supposed they were somewhat glad for the fact. Their captive was already feeble, and their nervous state was hard to ignore. Half of Medic’s work had already been done for them-- they merely had to finish the job.

They held their shoulders back, moving with firm steps, even if their movement was quieted by the carpeted floor. Villain bristled, as though a frightened cat.

Medic closed the door behind themself, ensuring that it was locked, before placing the bowl they held on the carpet before them.

A message. If Villain wanted to eat, they were going to have to work for it.

“Dinner,” Medic grunted. “Eat.”

Villain narrowed their eyes, practically baring their teeth with how far back they curled their lip.

“You have 30 seconds.” It wasn’t a request, not in any form. It was a threat. “Any longer than that, this goes in the trash, and you don’t get to eat ‘till tomorrow night.”

That, Villain took more seriously. They chewed their lip for a moment.

“Fuck you.” They spat, finally, though the way they said it, they sounded nearly to be fighting against their own voice. They wanted to submit. They would, soon enough.

Medic sighed, picking the bowl back up.

“I was bluffing. You don’t get a choice.”

Villain flinched, scrambling backwards. They weren’t quick enough to make any sort of escape. Medic slammed them against the bed, before they had time to react, or even to scream.

A brief struggle left Villain pinned down, atop the mattress, with Medic’s legs holding down theirs, and a firm hand on their neck.

A shove against their throat sent Villain gasping for air, only for a spoonful of colorless grain to be forced between their teeth. They swallowed it, desperately lurching for breath, but finding only more of the tasteless mush.

By the time the bowl was empty, Villain was shaking, struggling for any air. They were, at last, able to take a lungful as Medic climbed off of them, releasing them.

As their captive coughed and panted, Medic left the cell, taking their notebook from their pocket.

Day One

Success

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The human body is a balancing act. A seemingly innocuous ailment may have a thousand different causes. It could be an infection-- hostile bacteria from the outside. Perhaps a cancer, or something to do with the millions of digestive microbes.

Or, a vitamin deficiency. Those with powers were horribly sensitive to such things.

Medic placed the measuring cup on the scale, waiting for the device to give its final answer.

Perfect. Just a third of a gram less than yesterday.

Tiny. Unnoticeable. Perfect.

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Day Two

“Eat.”

Medic dropped the bowl onto the ground unceremoniously, not so much as bothering to lean down, first. (Of course, though, they ensured that not a single particle was spilled in the process. They weren’t an idiot.)

Villain peeked out from the covers, under which they were practically huddled like a child. Their shaking was visible, this time, even from across the room.

The doctor forced back a smirk.

“30 seconds.”

That was all it took. In a moment, Villain was wolfing down the mush.

Day Two

Success

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Medic’s pen scrawled over their clipboard.

Intake reduced to .2 grams a day. Subject responding appropriately. Overall reduced food intake has aided process. Subject has not seemed concerned over receiving one meal a day. Whether or not they have noticed at all remains undetermined.

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Day Thirteen

Villain didn’t react.

Medic opened the door-- the familiar creak echoing against the walls. They tossed the food down, hardly noticing as a few grains spilled over the edges.

It was hardly a concern.

They looked to their patient.

Formerly flush skin appeared horribly pale, stretched over a mouth hanging half-open, dumbfounded. If Villain had seen them come in, they certainly didn’t show it.

“Eat.”

The command was enough to awake them. They struggled off the bed, bracing themself against the frame before trying to stand.

“30 seconds.” Medic grumbled.

Villain’s eyes widened, ever so slightly, in response to the threat. They fought to move faster, but-

They didn’t even make it two steps. For a moment, their legs stiffened, before they went down in a heap.

Day Thirteen

Success

Medic scrawled in their journal, before rushing off to find Leader.

[alphi-writes]

yeay a new event! hmm, may I request bonfire + scary stories with leona jack and sebek? thank you so much ♥️

Of course (╯✧▽✧)╯and thank you for requesting🧡

Characters: Leona, Jack, Sebek

Items: Bonfire, Scary Stories

Leona Kingscholar

Leona groaned loudly as you tugged him outside.

"Its almost midnight... what do you even want?" He was grumbling the whole way while you were pulling him.

"Oh come on, Leona, you can't tell me you aren't in the mood for autumn." You were overjoyed when you'd walked out into the crisp autumn air this morning that you had arranged a bonfire outside your dorm.

You invited Leona because, well, he needed to get out more. Sure he would probably just nap while you enjoyed the heat of the fire, but it was still nice for his presence to be with you as well.

When you finally made it to the cluster of branches and tree limbs, you released Leona's arms and threw your hands open towards the cluster.

"Bonfire!" You shouted, grinning.

He only sighed, causing your grin to drop.

"Oh come on Leona-! You can't tell me you're that tired after napping all damn day."

He only huffed, plopping down in one of the lawn chairs you'd dragged out.

While Leona napped in the chair, you threw dried grass on the branches and lit the fire, taking in the heat.

When you sat down in the chair next to Leona, you saw that his eyes were now open, albeit droopy though.

"Isn't this nice? Middle of the night in autumn with that perfect breeze and a warm fire. This couldn't be any better!"

You droned on, speaking to Leona as the night continued.

After a while, you heard Leona shush you.

"Wh- don't shush m-" He cut you off by pushing a hand against your mouth.

"Did you hear that?" He whispered, ears perked in an alert manner.

You pushed his hand off, "pfft, no. You trying to scare me?"

His tail spiked up, and his ears dropped, laying flat against his hair.

"It.. sounded like leaves crunching." The tone of his voice was so hushed, that you honestly could feel fear rising.

You finally quieted down, scooting your chair closer to Leona's.

"In Afterglow Savana, theres a tale about a large bird made of lighting that could shape-shift to look like a human." He began quietly telling you a tale, your anxiety growing as he spoke.

"It was said to attack people in the midst of a storm that it created. It would kill people and drink their blood, but never ate the whole body. That's how you could tell it was the bird instead of a lion."

He was staring into the black abyss of night and he spoke, and your hands gripped tighter on his arm. He was scaring you, and you were falling for it.

"I thought I saw it one time when I was a kid, but my parents just told me i was imagining it. It's very powerful, and its said that its eggs are so potent that it could cure anyone of any ailments."

You'd never heard him speak so long without falling asleep.

"They're powerful, no hunter could ever kill one, let alone protect themself from it."

You heard a quiet cooing in the distance, the leaves in trees shifting and branches creaking.

"I know I saw the bird, Y/N-" he turned to look you in the eyes, but looked behind you.

His eyes widened, and before you could turn, he yelled out and shook you.

You screamed, clinging onto his arm.

You only realized he had tricked you when he began laughing loudly.

"Leona!" You yelped, punching his arm.

He was laughing away, clutching at his stomach.

"Y-your face! You really believed me, huh?"

You growled at him, crossing your arms and sinking into your seat.

"You suck." You turned to stick your tongue out at him, but saw an owl land on his shoulder.

Suddenly, you weren't the only one screaming

Jack Howl

Jack is almost always willing to hang out with you. Key word, almost. It was Saturday, which meant no school, which meant Jack wouldn't mind staying up late tonight, right?

Wrong.

"Y/N, it is eleven o'clock at night." He looked like he had just been awoken from a hundred year sleep.

"Come on Jack, we don't have any classes tomorrow, it'll be fun! I've got food too that we can roast." You lifted the small basket up and pulled the covering to reveal a bundle of uncooked meat and a jar of pears.

You saw his ears twitched before he groaned, rubbing his forehead.

"Fine, but I'm only staying out until midnight."

He went and changed from his pajamas and joined you once again. He wasn't used to staying up this late, and he was usually pretty grouchy if you kept him out very long on school nights, but tonight was a free night, and you wanted to have some nice, quality time with him.

When you got out to where you'd clustered brambles together, you took notice of Jack's slightly wagging tail. You could tell he was happy.

You lit the bonfire and sat on the stumps you rolled over early in the day.

"Do you and your siblings ever have bonfires?" You asked while putting stabbing a slice of pear on your metal skewer.

"Yea, it was common for the weather to be cold back home so we lit lots of fires at night." He was staring at the fire, his wagging tail picking up in speed.

"Back home, we used to tell stories around the fire, since my dad had lots." He reminisced about his childhood, a smile beginning to peak through.

"That sounds really fun! We should tell stories!" You were familiar with the whole 'telling stories' bit of bonfires, and it was exciting that you would get to have that piece of your homeworld with you hear too.

He scratched the back of his neck sheepishly, "well, I don't have any stories to tell, really."

You thought for a moment while you nibbled on your pear.

"Oh! I've got one!" You finished the rest of your pear and turned your body towards Jack.

"Theres this story about a werewolf, but it's not one of those lovey-dovey vampire and werewolf love story, noo, this is a legends! And as you know, legends always ring with truth."

You got situated, straightened your posture to get your story-teller vibes on.

"Two-hundred years ago, there was a young werewolf boy who always had to hide his identity from the humans. This wasn't uncommon, for there were other species like him as well, but not all of them got along."

You were serious about your story-telling, and Jack could tell.

"He always thought to himself 'my human friends are great, I just know they'll understand' so he planned to tell them towards the next full moon. He gathered his small group of friends to go hiking late at night on October 31, the night of the Full Blood Moon."

Your hands flew around, your expressions changed and contorted in every passing minute. You were passionate about this story, and you knew it well.

"While they were in the middle of the hiking trail, the werewolf began to try and explain to them why he'd brought them out here. 'I need to tell you guys something important' he said, and he began to explain to them what he was."

Jack's tail was wagging fast, and his ears were standing tall.

"They were confused at first, and were even laughing until he started to groaned and hold his stomach. When his friend stepped forward and set his hand on the werewolf's head, he pulled back, and there was blood on his hand. The werewolf's friends stood there in terror as they watched his body contort from one of a human, to that of a beast's."

Jack was now leaning forward while you spoke.

"When he looked up to show his friends his new form, they all began freaking out. Although they were his friend, they still felt the horror in their hearts as they stared down a beast. The smallest friend of the group dropped his lantern and took off. The largest stepped forward, revealing a knife."'

Jack's ears dropped, and his tail slowed.

"'These are my friends' he thought, 'why are they hurting me'. His own friends murdered him that night, all under the full moon. Its said that the lantern the small boy dropped still burns to the day in that forest."

When you sat back in your seat and smiled at Jack, who's eyebrows had creased.

"They killed him? Why would they do that?"

"Humans suck, man. They think they have to kill any and everything if it isn't beautiful." You stared at the fire.

"Humans are caught up in the looks of things, Jack. Things are different here in Twisted Wonderland, but in my world..." Your mood had suddenly dropped.

This was supposed to be fun, telling all these stories.

Jack scooted towards you, hesitating for a moment before laying his head on yours. His ears twitched now and then, ticking your forehead.

"Well, that's alright, because you're here now, and everyone here cares deeply about you."

You smiled, closing your eyes and taking in the sounds and feelings of the night.

Sebek Zigvolt

No one was up to have a bonfire with you, so you were currently grumbling as you threw branches onto a small pile.

"Its a bonfire, who doesn't like a bonfire. Not even Ace or Deuce. Unreliable, I tell ya. I help save those dorm leaders from dying and they decide a bonfire is childish?" As you complain out loud, you heard a small chortle behind you after you'd paused for a breath.

You swung around to see Sebek standing behind you with his hands on his hips.

"I would hope you're not talking down on the Young Master."

"Malleus gets a pass, he's baby." You grumbled again, throwing dried grass and small charcoal bits haphazardly on the bramble.

Sebek took a seat in the wicker chairs you'd pulled out for the bonfire, watching as you pouted.

"He absolutely isn't a baby, he is far older than you are!" You rolled your eyes as Sebek went on his Master Malleus tangent again.

When you lit the fire and flopped down into your chair, he quieted. You looked pissed, to say the least. Maybe not at him, but he wasn't exactly sure.

"Its just a phrase, Sebek. It means he's like... cute? Not in a weird way, just the way he acts. I can't be mad at him I guess." You murmured.

He made a quiet 'ah' sound and went silent.

The only sounds were the crackling of the fire, and occasionally a sound somewhere far off in the night.

"What is causing your sour mood, Y/N?" He asked, but you only huffed, and sunk lower in your seat.

"No one else came to my bonfire... why are you even here?"

He straightened up, crossing his arms.

"I initially denied your invitation so I could protect Master Malleus, but Lilia excused me of my duties for the rest of the night. What better way to spend the night than to sit in front of a fire?"

Although your mood had slightly lightened, you were still a bit upset that none of your other first year friends had come.

An awkward silence filled the air for a few minutes before you spoke up again.

"You believe in ghosts, right? I mean you'd have to after Eliza." Sebek was taken aback by your sudden question, but that bright look in your eyes gave him courage to speak casually with you.

"Yes of course, but you speak of them as if they are out of the norm?"

You turned back to the fire, "Very rarely were ghosts and spirits ever seen in my homeworld. I don't know if I believe they exist there, but I know for sure they exist here."

He nodded, listening and you spoke.

"We always read and listened to ghost stories as kids. It was never stories of wolf men or children-eating trees. Always ghosts."

As you spoke, you sat back up again, still staring back at the fire.

"I recall this one story that I remember so vividly. Maybe because it took place in the same château my grandmother lived in. Maybe because I saw the ghost."

You rarely spoke about your homeworld, probably because you missed it, or maybe you hated it, so Sebek was listening carefully.

"She was this woman, very beautiful, wore these long white dresses and always painted her face in the morning before anyone could see her. This all took place in the 16 century, by the way."

Sebek was more familiar with the 16 century than you knew.

"She wasn't royalty though. She was the king's mistress. The ol' doll he used at night when he fought with his wife. She knew it was unlawful, but she was greedy. She was so greedy that she began seeing him more and more often, to the point that his wife found them together one night."

He was intrigued. He never thought you a story-teller.

"Out of rage and jealousy, the wife stabbed the king to death, and locked the mistress in the bedroom with his dead body. She screamed for help for days, so hungry, so parched. She thought to herself at one point, where were the servants? No one ever came to help her."

You finally turned to Sebek, a small smile now on your lips.

"She couldn't bring herself to eat the rotting corpse of the king, so she died in that room. Luckily, she wasn't bound to that room in her death, but she was bound to purgatory due to her untimely death. Now she haunts the château, wailing as she walks the halls."

You paused for a moment, licking your now dry lips.

"I know I saw her. There's no mistaking that kind of hunger, that sorrow, and I know she's the one who killed my grandmother."

Sebek jerked in his seat, eyebrows now raised in shock.

"What?"

You nodded, leaning back in your chair.

"Pretty spooky right? I didn't believe it myself until I came here. Ghosts can't usually touch living people though. 'Cuz life and death laws, I guess."

His eyebrows slowly lowered and he squinted his eyes in confusion.

"And, that's a true story?"

"As true as it gets, boyyo."

You didn't speak very much throughout the night, just staring at the fire, and enjoying the company. Enjoying the fact that Sebek joined you tonight.

[daisyannewinchester]

A Pleasant Interruption

This was just a little thing I wrote for @teddylacroix​ based off the one she wrote for me about our witchy selves. Inspiration struck.

Laurel waltz into the room without knocking, gooseflesh rising on her arms as the protective sigils carved into the door frame do their magic. The paper bag in her arms gets shifted to her hip as she frees a hand to flick away the ivy that slithers out to pluck at her hair. She gives it a gentle nudge and it coils away. A scan of the room does not reveal her friend like she hoped, the lounge seats where they do most of their studying and reading are abandoned. Their hat appears to have been tossed rather haphazardly onto one of the chairs, which was unusual for her friend to be so careless and untidy.

She peers around floating hanging baskets and flowering trees, wandering deeper into the sunlit room. The sun bares down, brilliant and warm through the magnificent paned dome that towers above her, reds and blues and yellows cast to the floor from the stained-glass astrological chart embedded in the dome. She follows the stone foot path towards their office.

“Sorrel?” she calls. She receives no response but doesn’t let that deter her. “I brought sushi?”

Turning the corner around a rather large oak, she stops and sighs fondly at the sight of her friend. The witch is hunched over a large volume on their desk, quill a fast flurry on the parchment scroll next to their book. Their lips move as they pour over the leather-bound text, gloved fingers light as they scan the aging yellow pages. They look harried and tired, their hair longer than normal and unkempt, strands frizzing and falling out of the clip at the back of their head. Dark bags have made home under their blue eyes, their skin pale from lack of sunlight. If Laurel can guess by the number of teacups, they’ve been awake for going on two days, hyper focused on whatever has been asked of them. Laurel doubts they have eaten or slept in quite a while. She knows how her sister can get when presented with a challenge. They won’t stop until it is just the way they want it, perfect in presentation and preciseness, their own wellbeing forgotten along the way.

Laurel steps around the desk to peer over their shoulder, making a face at the grotesque drawing of the extracted lion heart. Sorrel still doesn’t acknowledge her, too immersed in whatever they are reading to register her presence. Laurel sets her bag down on the heavy mahogany desk and pulls out the containers of sushi and dumplings she brought, cracking the lids open to let their wonderful aroma into the room. The herbs she brought from her own garden come out next. She gives Sorrel a few more minutes as she hangs the bundles of rosemary and dried hibiscus sabdariffa in the window next to their other drying herbs.

She hears a rumble and chuckles softly. Standing behind her friend, she gently cards her fingers though Sorrel’s hair, removing the clip to let all the waves fall into their face. They give a soft grunt of annoyance and with a twitch of their chin, try to flick the hair out of their eyes to no avail. Laurel combs and tames the brown locks, letting her fingers scratch over their neck soothingly. Slowly Sorrel’s shoulders sag, some of the stress slipping away.

Another growl of Sorrel’s stomach and Laurel speaks, knowing she has their attention. “You need to eat.”

“In a minute. Almost done.”

“That was what you said two days ago in the raven you sent me when you told me you had to skip our lunch date.”

“Hmm.” Sorrel hums dismissively, quill still scratching down notes.

Laurel makes her decision and reaches over their shoulder, lifting the ancient tome from the desk and closing it with a resounding snap. Sorrel makes a sound of protest that trails off at the sight of the open container of sushi and warm dumplings. They look up at Laurel with begrudging appreciation, removing the gloves from their hands and reaching for the sushi. They take a bite and sigh, leaning back in the chair and grinning at Laurel with a small smirk.

“That’s human skin, you know.”

Laurel squeals in disgust and quickly tosses the book away from her. A flick of Sorrel’s wrist and it lands safely on the cushion of the unoccupied chair across the desk. Meanwhile, Laurel is gagging and retching dramatically, wiping her hands on her chemise in revulsion.

“That’s disgusting! You are foul!” She points an accusing finger at Sorrel, the latter who smiles and huffs a small laugh, pleased with themself. Laurel huffs and throws herself theatrically into the chair opposite their desk before leaping up with a yelp at having sat on the same thick volume. A sweep of her hand and it is sent magically to the top of the stack of books along the wall, knocking another off carelessly. She waves her hand hurriedly before it hits the floor and it stops midair to float back up and land with a thump much more tamely on top of all the other books. Sorrel watches all of this with an eyebrow raised in amusement, offering the container of dumplings to the witch as she finally situates herself cross legged in the chair.

They enjoy their lunch in each other’s comfort, Sorrel explaining the complex spells the high baroness requested to cure some cursed ailment or another, stating how it was time sensitive and how they were the only one in Penity’s Leap willing to put in the time and studying to help the baroness. The other Sisters of the Blue in Penity’s Court would not help, believing it a natural ailment and not a curse.

As Sorrel packs the containers back into Laurel’s bag, they pause, head cocked in curiosity. They pull out a tiny pouch smelling strongly of frankincense masking something horrid. They can’t for the life of them, figure out the sigil weaved into the pouch. Despite all their studies it is foreign to them.

Laurel beams and plucks the back from their fingers, “Ah, yes the next little part of our lunch date. You my friend need to get out. You have been cooped in here for far to long and you’re going to drive yourself mad.” She raises her hand to halt Sorrels protests, “Your work will still be here when we get back, don’t fret.”

As she struggles with the knot she explains, “I’ve been experimenting with different plants and hoof powders and—” she makes a sound of triumph as the stubborn knot comes unraveled and she takes out a pinch of the powder inside, “—all you need is a bit of sunlight and sturdy ground and you just say where you want to go and— Sommerall Sands—” She tosses her powder into the patch of sunlight by Sorrel’s desk and a portal springs into existence, opaque and smelling strongly of salt and grass, “—ta da! Long distance portal!”

Sorrel’s eyebrows crawl into their hairline, eyeing the flickering portal with great reluctance. Laurel sees their hesitance and waves a dismissive hand, “Don’t worry, it’ll be fine. I already tested it!”

With that she steps through and disappears with a pop and whiff of salt. Sorrel shakes their head and binds their hair back with their clip before stepping through as well.

 They both portal onto the sandy beaches of the western coast, sunlight beaming down and a cool breeze kicking up their cloaks. It’s sand and ocean for as far as the eye can see in either direction, a giant hill of sand and rock at their back. Massive boulders in the water make the waves crash and spray, loud to join the howling winds. Sorrel takes a deep breath and exhales, letting all the stress fall from their shoulders. They tilt their face up to the sun and close their eyes, soaking in the much-needed rays.

Laurel privately beams to herself, pleased to see her sister-in-bond finally relaxing. She nudges Sorrel, “You can finally collect those algae and urchin samples you’ve been wanting.” She holds out empty vials to them.

Sorrel’s heart warms and it’s not the sunlight. They peck a kiss on Laurel’s deep red hair and grabs her hand, hauling her towards the water with childlike excitement.

They play and splash and collect until Laurel’s skin turns as pink as the sunset they sit to watch with their feet in the water. Miles and miles of emptiness means freedom from the life and expectations of the Sisters of the Blue, allowing them to dirty themselves and slouch and swear without care. Not a critical eye around. And as Laurel tries and fails with her experimental portal, cursing wildly in hopes that will somehow fix everything, Sorrel laughs and laughs, deep in their belly that leaves them doubled over gasping for breath and tears in their eyes.  

Laurel, after much frustration and trying of different locations, crows with triumph as a portal stands in front of her, weak and popping like sparks. Sorrel snorts and with a whisper creates their own portal to step through, chuckling at Laurel’s shocked indignant spluttering before she too leaps through her own portal, landing right on the ancient skin bound tome, sending all the books cascading to the floor, the massive textbook landing with a smack right over her face.