#c: protector of a legacy

[sunofpandora]

Hii could I ask a request for Lo’ak or Neteyam with a shy Na’vi reader?

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Neteyam Sully x Fem!omaticaya! shy!reader.

Y/n was always a shy person. Growing up a war orphan, being raised alongside the sully kids, forging a bond and finding a plantonic soulmate within Lo’ak, a sisterhood rooted with Kiri and Tuk, a somewhat chaotic friendship with spider, She finds herself on a winding path of romance with the eldest sully brother….

Disclaimers:

Mentions of parent death, undiagnosed social anxiety, mentions of fear, panic attacks, nightmares,

Tooth rotting fluff.

Spider and Lo’ak being ‘y/n protectors’ 

Neteyam wanting to strangle them for it. Kiri being a crystal girlie. Tuk being a menace.

(This is not proofread or edited and was written on a phone.)

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Trust is a fragile thing. And most protect fragile things.

Sometimes, trust struggles to cross borders where shadows of regret and heartache dwell.

Sometimes we are held back, and our fears lapse until we are nothing more than lingering whispers in oblivion.

Y/n wasn’t a fragile thing.

At least, that’s what Jake convinced himself.

Jake Sully never saw himself as a father. 

Yet again, he never saw himself as 8 ft and blue either.

But I suppose sometimes we don’t find what we are looking for. We find something far deeper.

When Jake had his children, he was able to heal some of the scars of the past, some of history’s cruel rhyme schemes. Lapsing glimpses of the ones he had lost.

Watch a new life grow, vibrant with color from the gray-stained past. 

When Neytiri lost Tsu’tey, one of her closest friends and allies, it was like losing a brother. Sometimes soulmates are siblings, where others saw a replacement, a place holder for the sister she had lost, she saw Tsu’tey. The closest thing to a brother she would ever know.

Tsu’tey’s mate, Säyaron, the sole survivor of the couple, became pregnant a short while after Neytiri. 

Losing the child’s father, a detrimental dent in the woman’s life.

Säyaron was a fierce woman.

Chasing waterfalls and leaping over fire pits for the thrill. 

Everything made of revenge and fire coursing through her veins. Säyaron was a creature of habit. Like Neytiri, an archer. The finest of aim, the deadliest of gazes. A woman with lightning under her skin, her fingertips lingering the softest of touches in which she only reserved for her child.

Säyaron became ill, shortly after Y/N turned 3. 

Recovery was impossible. Säyaron’s daughter was placed in the hands of her people to raise. The omaticaya was entrusted to guide her.

Neytiri and Jake made a promise to themselves that they would honor Tsu’tey, and Säyaron’s legacy and many following, looking after this child as one of their own.

Th3 bravest of warriors deserve honorable epilogues.

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But have no fear. 

Where an epilogue begins, a second story surely follows.

Y/n was born a few months after Neteyam. 

Raised alongside the Sully children, Y/n was a rather quiet little one.

Y/n often dwelled herself with Norm’s bunch. The war orphaned children he ‘adopted’ soon after the battle of the hallelujah mountains, Spider included.

Although, Y/n wasn’t one for crowds.

Her shyness built herself a barrier from others, and sometimes a rather strong one at that.

She fared well with Lo’ak, Kiri, even Spider. But outside of the small circle of sully’s, her attamepts at socializing seemed to lapse over dead ends, to no avail. 

But she wasn’t fragile.

No. Fragile wasn’t the right word.

Soft?

No. Soft is for objects. 

 Poor thing would even flinch when Jake would drop something, or when little Tuk would start wailing during her infantry years.

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“Shhhh…ma’prrnen…”

Neytiri cooed, scooping up Tuk from her tiny woven made carrier.

Y/n peaked out from behind the small bow holder, sat perched was a couple hunting spears and the bow that was formerly eytukans. 

Neytiri smiles at the child.

“Y/n, would you like to hold her?”

Neytiri reached her free arm out, motioning the little one over.

Neytiri hadn’t adopted y/n, not to the same degree of officialness as Kiri.

But the little one was still one of her children. Under her care, her love, her guidance.

Y/n froze up. Her tail twitched, her ears pin back, she shook her head and scurried away. Slinking back into the corner hooded by the shadows.

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Jake looked after Y/n like a daughter. 

Holding her small hand within his whenever the family traveled, keeping her close, his eyes lingering on her for just a beat longer whenever Lo’ak dragged her off to play some stupid game.

Children aren’t perfect. 

Of course, if there’s one thing Jake has learned from becoming one of the people, it’s that na’vi are significantly better people than humans. Smarter, that’s for one. Their fingertips stained with the brown dirt of the great mother’s skin instead of the oil that rusted off of the RDA machines.

Na’vi may not be human, but they are still people.

Imperfect, flawed creatures at times. 

When he first met Neytiri, he had no knowledge of this. Blinded by the beautiful, towering azure-skinned goddess she appeared as, who fancied herself Cupid, striking an arrow through his heart in all the wrong places.

As he learned, as he grew, he realized that Na’vi weren’t aliens at all.

Children still bickered over toys and petty games, teenagers still gossiped over who wore the feathered top better, or who hunted the most game, who was to be mated first, and last.

Jake’s children were typical examples of this.

“Why should I let you have it?!”

“I had it first!”

“Did not!”

“Did too!”

“Lo’ak you liar!”

Jake sighed, rubbing his fingers against his temples, hitting the pressure points Mo’at taught him about, attempting to soothe the headache that brewed.

Ah, the joy of children.

He glanced over at Lo’ak and Kiri, the trouble twins, as Jake called them. 

Lo’ak, the spawn of recklessness in every form.

Boyish as the word comes, you find sensitivity, if you turn him over, backwards and then upside down again, and graze your fingertips over the right edges.

Or in his case, one fingertips too many.

And Kiri, a mysterious creation. Who’s heart beats with the rhythm of eywa’s pulse. Who’s eyes longed for otherness.

Things that grew beyond the edge of her grasp. Beautifully out of place.

He peered down at Y/n, who had perched herself next to him. A feather top covered her chest, similar to the one Kiri wore., handmade by Neytiri.

Her hair, a dark void of charcoaled honey brown, small beads adorned the shoulder length braids. 

Jake sighed, running a hand along her back.

“What are we gonna do with them, babygirl, hm?”

Y/ns ears perked up, looking up from the small flower stems she was braiding.

Y/n was a shadow.

Slipping into backgrounds, the darkness in small corners and shades of trees becoming a sanctuary of silence.

A shell of what Jake was accustomed to. Jake didn’t like silence. Silence was daunting. It’s something that demands attention.

Y/n wasn’t silent. She was quiet. There’s a difference. A paradox of hidden things could only be heard when gently whispered, not pried open.

She fiddles with the woven strands on his armband, he allows her, his voice quiet to not overbear her. 

She treats the flowers like living things.

Gentle, small things with lungs and a heart, just like her. When Lo’ak was 4, y/n 5, he grew a habit of carelessly stomping through the tswakesyul flower bed whenever he and spider raced up the creek, the small noises of nervousness that fell from Y/n’s lips, little hands itching to wilt them up to their right side again.

Where others looked over a tiny, withered voice and shaky hands, stuttering speech and unbraided hair that was known as Y/n, Jake and Neytiri saw a child who cared. Longed for something to protect without the consistency of burdening noise to shake her.

A child who watered the flowers, planted extra seeds, picked more fruit than she could carry because she cared too much.

Jake watches as Y/n carefully braids the flowers. Her fingers weaving between the stems, gently cradling stories.

Stories?

Yes, Stories.

Plants harbor memory. 

Memories that we cannot see.

Well, Jake can’t at least.

Where he saw a leaf, Y/n saw a piece of the great mother that had grown through the seasons, refusing surrender during Great storms, but instead be blown with the wind to find itself placed here, on the ground. Stories of stars and wild skies, such fragile things like flowers spoke to her.

“I HATE YOU!”

“I hate you times Infinity, Lo’ak!

Penis face-!”

“Hey! That’s enough. Don’t make me come over there.”

Jake glared at his two children.

Kiri huffed, her chin tilted up in disapproval of Jake’s intervention.

She was Grace’s child, through and through. Don’t believe me? Grace’s sass still haunts us all.

“She started it!”

Lo’ak protested, snatching the toy away from Kiri who snickered as she whacked him with her tail.

“Ow! Dad-!”

“Enough. Kiri, go over there, Lo’ak, you over there.”

Jake stood up, withdrawing himself from his peaceful spot in the shade with Y/n.

Grabbing Kiri by one arm, Lo’ak by the other.

“No fair. Dad, we wanna play!”

Kiri whines.

“Then play away from one another, please?”

 Lo’ak huffed, like the petty 7 year old he was, 

“Fine. I’m gonna go play with…”

His hands dangled at his sides, eyes flickering for his next victim-

I mean playmate.

“Y/n!”

Before Jake can protest, Lo’ak jogs his way over to Y/n. Roughly grabbing her by her arm and dragging her away towards the shallow creek, Jake sometimes took Neteyam to practice fishing.

A small squeak of surprise leaves Y/n’s lips.

”lo’ak! Gentle for Eywa’ s sake.”

Jake scolded.

Lo’ak waved his dad off, ridding his remark from the Pandora air.

“We’ll be back soon! I promise! We’re gonna go play in the river!”

“Be home by sundown. And be careful!”

Jake sighed, taking Kiri home to go play with baby Tuk and Neteyam.

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Spider roared playfully as he chased Y/n and Lo’ak.

Lo’ak, Spider, and Y/n forged themselves into a nest of chaos.

It stunned Jake, to see two na’vi children treat a human like one of their own, helping him re-twist his locs and paint his skin the colors of their culture in hopes it’ll stain itself a new life in its wake.

It scared Jake, in a way. 

To see bonds forged out of something so undeniably dangerous.

The kind of paradox of love that was stitched together out of mismatched pieces.

They fit if you place them in the right position.

The deepest rivers, the vastest of oceans, kindred with the sun, the moon, the stars.

You can’t have 1 without the other 2 tagging behind.

Trust. That’s what the 3 had.

Neytiri and Jake watched from afar, their looming shadows remaining unveiling over their children.

Neytiri saw spider as nothing but a burden.

The type of animal with no hope of survival, but refuses surrender. It clings to life even in the excess of misery.

Neytiri’s anger was a shallow thing.

Yet, it roots itself deeper than Jake could reach. A daughter of the forest, whom dances where other struggle to stand on uneven ground.

When it came to Spider, it awakened A destructive havoc we call distrust, introduced officially as our antagonist.

A costume. An actor. Entertainment in its most pathetic form. A pale child painting their self blue.

Wishing for the type of dream that lets him sleep in longer.

That’s what Neytiri saw.

When jake looked at Spider, he saw an unfinished canvas.

That’s why Spider paints himself.

“He belongs with his own kind.”

Jake looks towards his wife, his eyes glancing a pattern between the trio and his mate.

“He’s just playing.”

Jake adds, the mumble lingered in the pandora air.

Neytiri clicked her tongue, wincing a bit as she watched the boy roughly pull on Y/n’s tail.

Something she would have considered harmless roughhousing, if Spider was a na’vi child.

Neteyam peeked from behind his mothers leg, his tail flicking curiously as he watched his brother, Y/n and spider run around.

“I am the hungry thanator! Coming to eat you all!”

Spider hissed, running to catch up with Lo’ak and Y/n.

“Not with those legs you’re not!!”

Lo’ak jumped into a higher branch, one which spider couldn’t reach.

“Lo’ak! No fair! I can’t reach!”

Spider complained, attempting jumping for a few failed attempts at catching the mischievous na’vi boy.

“No way! I’m not trying to get eaten!”

“I’m still on the ground!” 

Y/n waves her arms around, signaling to spider to come get his free meal.

Y/n wasn’t like Lo’ak. When she played with spider, sparing him the difficulty of things his body wasn’t made for. 

Spider’s eyes lit up and he roared once again, charging at Y/n, feet assaulting the ground beneath him with splashes in the shin-deep water.

Y/n squealed and found herself tackled by the human boy.

“Caught you! Now I will feast!”

Spider laughed.

“I’ll protect you Y/n!”

Lo’ak tackled spider, Neteyam watched as chaos ensued between the three.

“Neteyam, you wanna go join them, bud?”

Jake nudged his eldest lightly.

But teyam shook his head, his feet rooting him close to Neytiri.

Neteyam was jealous. 

No. He wasn’t gonna admit it.

To see y/n with spider and Lo’ak, yelling wildly, as if the two reckless boys barricaded her in a circle of safety in which she could shed her skin and become her true self.

Why couldn’t she have that with neteyam?

Neteyam thought of himself as a nice person.

Neteyam had a fascination with Y/n.

Often found himself trying to climb over the barrier she had built around herself.

Jake called it a ‘puppy crush’.

What’s a puppy? 

Neteyam didn’t know. Nor did he care, really.

At age 8, Neteyam was the kindest soul you’ll ever meet.

Kind, gentle, beloved by all of his friends in the village.

And trust me; teyam had lots.

Quite the popular kid.

There was a time where Neteyam was following his father, bow in hand, his steps unfaltering in speed, skipping over rocks as he trailed behind Jake, whom walked with his head high, ready to take his eldest fishing.

“Alright, bud. Gotta make this one quick. I promised your mom I’d get you home before sundown.”

“Okay dad…”

Neteyam’s words trailed off as he found his steps lacking perfect pace behind the taller na’vi.

A bit beside him, a na’vi girl came into view, quietly poking and picking at the flowers with a steadied gaze.

Stomped on, withered tswakesyul under the fingertips, it only took him a second to realize it was Y/n.

Neteyam’s feet moved before his mind could.

“Y/n?”

She squeaked at the sound of his voice; her eyes widening a bit; and she stared like a deer in headlights.

“Hi teyam.”

Her voice is quiet, a fragile thing.

“Whatcha doing? Is that a flower? It’s pretty. Tswakesyul are mama’s favorites-“

Neteyam pauses mid sentence as he sees Y/n struggle to answer his overwhelming questions.

Her mouth opens and closes, but no words form a grand execution.

Choppy breaths, stuttered scentences.

Neteyam sits patiently, awaiting her voice to flood his ears.

Neteyam was a kind child. Patient like his mother, growing into a noble warrior with dreams of ikran wings and victorious wind races, running through lightning and chasing rainclouds.

To execute these wild fantasies?

He couldn’t. 

It was like a wall he couldn’t climb.

Even at 8 years of age.

To give in, to fall off the edge, it was like a rope constantly pulled him back to safety. To familiarity and warm scents, to comfort and warm touches from dying fire pits, in a way he envied Lo’ak, who ran through wildfires like it’s his life mission.

No cozy fires for him.

Neteyam never saw y/n as a fragile thing.

Not a thing to be studied or observed.

And yet, the girl whom showed a rare generosity towards something as fragile as a flower….

It enraptured his heart.

Neteyam, once 8, is now 19.

Muscles rippling, stance widening, strength conquering.

He was everything.

He was a hunter, stealthy, silent, graceful, like his mother.

He was a warrior, proud, confident, intelligent like his father.

Expectations were heavy things. Tying him down like weights to a shoulder.

Growing as the future chief, the son of Toruk Makto. Neteyam found himself stuck under an un-surrendering shadow.

Neteyam was sunlight. A tyrant of honor, violent with color, sun-streaked glowing flaxen running through his veins. Reminisce in his laugh, it’s bright enough to challenge the sun and the sky. 

 Haunted by the atonement of loneliness, with the unburdened carefree childhood withering away with each year.

The vexatious luminescent deity we claim to be sunlight, provides no sanctuary to a shadow.

He was the dawn that climbed the mountains slowly at first light, he was the sunsets that bleed through the sky, a lingering shield that protected the lands from the thousand eyes that would soon litter the dark sky, withering into a thin strip of horizon.

Neteyam never stood where he couldn’t see. 

The sun that became mere background noise, a shadow of a looming ruler who no longer throned once night fell.

Watching the moon glow, constantly providing, but never falling off the edge.

With the vengeful thief we call time, Y/n grew into an 18 year old.

Y/n Is a shadow. Dwelling under dim fires, glowing under the moonlight. Sometimes Neteyam thought the universe could fall apart in her hands, and she’d whisper to it like one of her flowers.

A kaleidoscope of perfect curves and colors, sunlit eyes and gentle hands.

Y/n yearned for darkness.

The quiet of the night, the whispers of stardust, the heartbeat of the moon.

where she can touch the consolation within isolation. It is not loneliness she desires, but fixations on the introspection of her affection.

Where she can unravel stories in the leaves, the trees, the earth, the petals of a tsawkesyul.

Neteyam fantasies sporadically.

Dreaming is a dangerous thing.

Is it wrong?

That he yearned for her like she yearned for her flowers?

Had dreams of kissing her neck, dragging his nose along her pulsepoint

feeling the curve of her hips beneath his palms?

Feeling her breath, her heartbeat.

To thread his fingers through her braids. To love her. To kiss her from teh perfectly curved cupids bow and down, worshiping her every breath.

Oh Eywa. Let him pretend.

Let him pretend like the day he stood behind his mother’s leg, watching Y/n and his brother. Pretending it was him, pretending he was with her then.

Pretending he was with her now.

Pretending he was hers. Hers to ruin, hers to kiss, to gently drag her fingertips over.

He longs for her laughter. To chase one another while the sun burns out, the sky submerging into a sunset violent and rebellious with color. The last salvageable stretches of sunlight flirting with her eyes, she serenades him with the aubade of her laughter. Proclamations, promises, and monuments fade behind him.

Those unscathed hands cradling her stories. Her flowers. Her sun

He wants to be her sun.

Trust me.

Trust me please.

Look at me.

Can’t you see me?

Neteyam wants to scream it.

Trust me to treat you like one of your flowers.

Neteyam was sunlight.

Y/n was a shadow.

Can we be an eclipse?

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First request finished! this will become a mini series. I’m thinking 3 or 2 parts? The next parts will be WAY less fancy and extra I promise. This was just kinda a build up to Neteyam and Y/n’s blossoming romance. im actually so excited for this work and I had so much fun writing it. writing it was kinda a blur, yk? like I just sat down and thought “shy reader? Okay-“ And then I started typing and I couldn’t stop 😭

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luv you bby hope you enjoyed 💙

[ray935sworld]

VR's academy of supernatural riders (Part 18: The Italian's view)

TW: Mention of blood and injury

A few days earlier…. 

There was a weird itch under his skin, lurking in his stomach when Luca entered the hospital. It was like his body was screaming at him not to go inside because whatever he was going in there, wasn’t good. He knew that it wouldn’t be good but he didn’t had much of a choice.

The events at the dirt track had barely been one and a half hours ago. He wasn’t sure what exactly to say, so he just tried to explained the situation to the nurse at the reception as best as possible. 

He hoped she didn’t know MotoGP or at least had the decency to not question why Rossi’s brother was asking to see the Marquez brothers. But based on the way the colour left her cheeks, he realized that this wasn’t their biggest problem. He learned everything he needed to know about Marc's statues by the pitiful look the woman tried covering up quickly.

He bit the inside of his cheeks. He was aware that the crash wasn’t easy but up until then he had the hope it wasn’t too bad. 

He was lead into a waiting room and the first thing, he saw was his boyfriend. Alex sat on a chair and he looked like he was in a different world. His eyes were empty. His gaze was soft but tired. It was like he looked at something without really seeing it.

He blinked a few times. His face unreadable, but with clear lines of fear and terror. He softly shook his head like he was trying to shake away something that wasn't there. His mind surely wasn’t nice to him at the moment. But suddenly his eyes started to water. Quickly, he approached him, sitting down next to him „Alex?" he asked as he took his hand in his. 

His hand was cold. 

„The bikes are home" Maybe some reality would distract him and bring him back. 

Alex looked at him like he didn't understand what he just told him. His eyes were big and questioning. His eye brows slightly pulled together. He probably really didn't understood what he told him. 

“Do we have news?” “Beside the fact that I might go insane and I’m sure he is already…” 

He frowned. It didn’t take a genius to know he was talking about death. And the situation was bad enough that it was playing tricks on Alex to the point of losing his mind. They were talking about a possible fatal accident. The thought made his whole body tense up again. Foolishly he hadn't expected it to be this bad already. Were they really this close to losing Marc? 

 “It’s okay.” He whispered like he actually believed it. He didn't even thought about what he said. All he knew was that he couldn’t let the older ones thoughts win. He would say anything to get rid of the look Alex had in his eyes. He never wanted to see him like this. “He won’t... I promise you, you won’t get those news.” “You can’t guarantee it” 

If Alex looked like this only thinking he may lose his brother... How bad would it get if he actually did? It broke his heart to see him like that. Alex truly believed he'd lose his brother. For a moment he tried to put himself in his shoes. 

He tried to imagine losing Vale. He tried to imagine what it might be like to enter the ranch, knowing his older brother would never unlock the old farm house. His laugh might never fill those rooms again. He would never make fun of them again for something they did.

It would feel cold and empty, like a haunted house. He knew that his laugh would haunt him for the rest of his life all while trying his hardest to continue his brothers legacy in a worthy way. He would try to keep the academy alive – but ultimately, he would break down with grief from losing his protector.

The thought hurt more than he wanted to admit. He imagined losing Franco, Pecco, Bez, Cele or Andrea. It was an indescribable feeling. His heart ached. It begged his head to stop. And he knew he would do anything to safe them. No matter what he had to do and who to call. 

And Alex and Marc were even closer than he and Vale. It’d be even worse. He bit his lips. He couldn't put his lover through this when he hadn’t tried everything to prevent it. 

“I can't? Have I never told you about my magic powers?” 

Maybe he didn't thought about it just yet, put the thought started to grow with this. He had more or less just blurted it out. He had always known it was the last attempted they had to safe someone they loved like family.

He knew that he had a way to prevent his lovers grief. He could safe Marc and therefor Alex. 

All he needed was some time alone with him.

All he needed was a quick... He started thinking. Fuck. Vale never told him how to change someone. He had insisted that he couldn’t and didn’t need to know. That it was better.

Apparently born werewolves were more likely to change their soulmate, even against their will. Luca had learned that even his brother already had troubles with self-control with someone. He had been barely able to resist, yet he did.

He only said it was impossible to change someone on accident. The young wolf had always known that he never wanted to change someone. He never wanted to put someone else through those hateful glances, those afraid faces and the fear that was growing in his soul every time he changed. So it always seemed like a great concept to prevent future risks.

Luca was terrified at the idea of him accidentally changing someone when he handed the control over to the wolf. Normally he had perfect control. But there were sometimes, minor slips. Never anything major. Just playing a little too rough with his family during a full moon night. 

Now this lack of knowledge seemed like a curse. 

He needed to find out. If he knew it, he could change Marc. Marc’s wounds would close up. If the old tails about the healing effects of being a werewolf for the first time were true. He knew they were. Franky had told him.

Based on experience, even though he never been explicit about what exactly happened when he was changed.

But this would safe Marc. Yes, it could safe him and therefore prevent Alex losing his brother. It could save the whole Marquez family. 

The thoughts seemed to bubble over in his mind. His fingers traced over the back of Alex hand. It grounded him slightly. It remembered him of the reason why he even considered it. He painted a beautiful invisible drawing while giving him a small smile. Yes, he could do it. For Alex. 

“I’ll just hex Marc okay. He’ll wake up and make a totally inappropriate joke about you being high because your eyes are red. You’ll see” he promised and with the plan in his head, he actually believed it. 

Alex gave him the best broken smile he could manage. He appreciated it. He wanted to make it real however. 

“Okay” he agreed. 

The time passed and so did Lucas thoughts. The first time, he had the thought, it seemed perfect, the best way to go. But now, that Alex had was resting on his shoulder, both of them mostly quietly, playing with their own thoughts, he had time to question his idea. 

Changing a human into a werewolf to save his life wasn't the most ethical decision. Maybe. Sure he would still be alive, but it wasn't like Luca knew how the Spaniard was thinking about supernatural beings. Alex had told him that Marc hated the 2010s TV show TeenWolf, but he loved Supernaturals. But those were fictional anyway. 

But even the action without consent was a danger. He would expose himself and others. He would basically inform Marc Marquez that Valentino Rossi was a werewolf as well. And that his brother mistrusted and despised the Spaniard wasn't exactly a secret. Did he really have a right to expose their secret to save his boyfriends brother? 

And he also risked the whole academy. He'd risk what Vale had took years to build. He'd risk their safety – the main reason the academy was created in the first place – and their life. 

It'd only take one slip up from Marc and they'd be... He paused. Death may actually be the better alternative. Dying would be kinder as… 

He didn't even want to finish the thought. Was Marc's life worth more than the safety of his own family, the safety of 7 people and more? And he'd risk his mom and dad too. And what about the people that have helped them for years? If the public found out, how would they be treated?

Once spoken in anger, once acted out and they’d be doomed. And there were cameras all over Marc, every time he went to work. A public slip, even an involuntary one would cause huge trouble. The risk of him exposing them was high. One snarky comment too much or one second not thinking clearly after a win and Marc’s teeth would be on display for the whole world to see.

And the risk that it bought along was terrifying. They all knew the risk and always were at a basic level of danger simply for being not human. He had known that for years. 

Luca had learned that the hard way. He was still a child, barely 3 when his werewolf traits started to shine through. At first he didn’t care. He liked them and with his brother’s presence – him showing them off regularly -he had accepted them as a part of himself before he got the chance to question them. He hadn’t seen anything wrong when his sharp, white teeth peaked through his lips as he was playing in Tavullia. The people knew about them. They accepted them. They didn’t care when they saw a puppy running through the streets before changing into a small boy.  

Back then he hadn’t understand the warning the old lady had told him when he hadn’t realized that his pupils had started to change again. “Do not wear your soul on your sleeve” she had said. He had agreed and apologized and left again as quickly as possible without taking her words to heart. 

As he grew older, he found out what she meant. It was during one of Vale’s race weekend he attended when he was still too young to realize what was going on. He had sneaked out and started running as a wolf in the nearby forest. He was busy playing with the wildlife. He was chasing a rabbit, not really hungry enough to kill. He just wanted to follow it to run a little. The different kinds of smells were distracting him too. So he didn’t notice the people sneaking up on him. 

Everything happened too fast. He never really understood what happened. All he remembered was a light stab in his side and before he could turn, there was pain. An excruciating amount of pain. A pain he had never felt before. It started in his bones. It shot through his skull and echoed back to his feet. His whole flesh seemed to be grilled and all his nerve ends felt like they were set on fire.

The same pain was still flooding his body whenever he thought about it. He pushed the thought back as far as possible.  

Back then, he couldn’t fight. Now this might has been the most terrifying thing in that moment. Helplessly he tried biting them, getting a piece of their arm or sleeve, maybe their leg but his neck had gotten numb. He wasn’t able to move his head enough, not to mention that he couldn’t close his mouth to actually bite down.

He couldn’t move and instead lost consciousness. He remembered howling. The last bit of strength he found in himself was only focused on that. It was a mourning howl, apologizing to Vale for leaving him like that. 

He had thought he would die. The child had make his peace with never growing up, simply because he assumed he would open his eyes ever again.

But he woke up, safely and secured tugged in his brothers bed in his motorhome. His favourite plushie had been placed in his arm. Luca had quickly stood up and waddle outside. His naked feet leaving small noises.

In the kitchen he finally found his brother. He hurried over to him, immediately grabbing his leg and started crying. Uccio and he had a fight about something. It was forgotten at the sight of the disturbed little boy. Vale had just picked him up and bought him back to bed where he told him stories until he fell asleep again, cuddling him softly. 

After that, Luca had started to get more cautious about the people around him. He had learned that those people wouldn’t have killed him. They wanted him alive but he didn’t know why. They had wanted him not because they thought he was a regular wolf, but because they knew he was a werewolf.

Vale knew what they had planned. He knew exactly what and who had attacked his brother. That was what had terrified him as he heard his little breaking howl clearly recognizing Luca. It had sounded far and weak. It sounded like death. And it was his own little brother, the small bundle he had held from day one. And only 6 years later… No. This was not the end of Luca Marini. 

He never told anyone what he did to those men. He took care of it himself, making sure they suffered and would never be found. 

But this, the thought how close they suddenly were, was unsettling. He knew that handling 3 of them, as a wolf, high on adrenaline, fear and hate, wasn’t a problem, especially since they didn’t expect a 2nd  wolf. Luca hadn’t shown any sign of a pack so they must have assumed he was an abandoned pup. 

So Vale decided to start his own pack. With Luca. Well and Uccio. And over the years it grew. Marco Simoncelli. And then the first other non-human joined. A teenager, that had been changed and left by the werewolf that had did it to him. He had gone rogue during the full moons. And since it happened in Tavullia, it only took a few months until someone bought it up to Vale. 

Luca was overjoyed, if he was honest. Of course, it was terrible that a life had been changed like that. But the new werewolf was only a few years older than him and they were already friends before the change. Now they grew even closer now. For him, it was a chance to find people that were like him.

Vale was content with that, since now, Luca wasn’t wandering around on his own anymore when he was away for races. 

And as the years passed, they found more and more rider with special tricks, as they called it. Most of them joined the newly founded academy, some declined. Some humans were part of the project as well, those who already new about the supernatural. It didn’t even really matter what they were, they were pack. They were his pack. 

Still, he never revealed who those men were. That was until a shapeshifter joined the academy. Apparently he had grew up in their association. The stories about his experience were nothing but the retelling of torture methods. They had used him and he had no way of defending himself until he had the opportunity to flee. 

Vale then revealed that those men from the forest were from those group as well. 

Vale had built the whole academy of this fear. He wanted supernatural children like his brother to have a place where they could be safe and still follow their passion of racing. The ranch became their 2nd home, a place where they didn’t need to be worried that their teeth was showing or where they had to hide their ancient books or blood reserves. They could change their looks as much as they wanted. No one bat an eye. 

It was one of the rare places where they didn’t need to be worried about getting hurt They could simply be a bunch of kids with no worries expect how to set the fastest lap of the day. They were a family because of that.

And one wrong step could destroy all of that. 

They were safe but it was a fragile safety. One word, one move or even one smile with slightly too sharp teeth could cause them a whole life spend in misery. 

So changing Marc was a real safety risk. He wasn’t used to being a werewolf. He didn’t know how to deal with the spike senses or the influence of the moon. 

For them it was different. After all, most of them had dealt with it for their whole life or for decades. But Marc wouldn’t have the luxury of slowly learning to adjust. He would have to do it in weeks after overcoming a painful injury. 

Luca remembered the first times when Franky changed. Those changes were brutal. They were cruel and horrifying. Even he had been scared. For months he didn't had real control about his teeth and eyes. His hunger sometimes slipped through and a low grumble, clearly not human had escaped his throat. He even had considered stopping racing. He wanted to but Vale had made him push through. 

But they had only found out after months of Franky trying to deal with his change alone. Maybe it wouldn't be as bad if they could guide a new wolf since the first change. Surely they would be able to handle it better. 

But he'd have to tell Vale. He'd have to tell him everything. His relationship with Alex and the change. Luca knew his own fear of his reaction wasn't a valid reason to let someone die, so he put that thought aside. If after everything, there still was a relationship between him and Alex. He wouldn't be surprised if changing one’s brother was a valid reason to split up.

He looked at the older man. Maybe he should tell him the truth. He had wanted to tell him for a long time now. If

Alex knew, maybe he could tell him. He knew Marc best and could try to make a decision for him.  

But was he even in a state to understand what he was telling him? Did he understand the risk he was implying? Did he understood the terror it brought along? The danger a slip up would bring? Not just for him, but also for everyone Luca loved. 

If the Italian could, he’d go back in time to kick his younger self in the ass for being such a coward, he would. He would yell at himself until his voice gave up and blame everything on him. Alex should have known about him being a werewolf for months now. But he had been too afraid to actually deal with the possible consequences. 

He had always thought that it didn’t matter, that he still had time. Every time he had found a new excuse for himself for why he couldn’t tell Alex. During the season always seemed like a no-go as he didn’t want to risk to upset Alex while racing. Or make him uncomfortable in the paddock. He would need some time to get used to everything. Surely. 

So during the break? Every time, he made up so other stuff. That he didn’t want to ruin their vacation and his time off. That Alex would need time to deal with it and to Luca it never seemed to be a good time to deal with it  and now it came back at him. 

And he knew why. Luca actually never wanted to show himself to other. He refused to reveal his true colour because he was too afraid to risk himself and the others. It just never seemed worth trying to get close to a human since he always had his family. 

But Alex? Oh, Alex was different. Alex came in his life and teared that wall down like it was nothing but dust and he just had to walk through it. 

Since they started dating, Luca had wanted to change in front of him and let his wolf play with him. His wolf demanded it actually. He felt the longing in his heart and his blood. 

In the first months, the full-moon had been more painful than usual. His body ached more after shifting and it took longer to return to his human form. 

His wolf had been hissy and clearly annoyed at the lack of Alex every time he was freed. Vale had been suspicious since Luca wasn't really the type to play as rough as he did then or be as distance as back then. It had taken some time to make his other half realize that he wouldn't meet Alex. Not yet at least. No matter how much he wanted to run to him, play with him and let him cuddle him.

Once, when it was too close to full moon and Luca just couldn’t stand the panic his wolf had been filling without contact to Alex, he had let the wolf take control and cuddle with an old shirt of the Spaniard that still smelled like him. It settled him enough so he could think clearly again. 

He wished Alex knew. Then Alex would have already seen the impact it had on a life. This whole situation would be entirely different if he did. They could have an actual conversation about it. 

Or would he just see a solution for a heartbreaking problem and accept it without a second thought? He probably would. Alex might even beg him to do it and then he had no other choice. Cause a resentful, grieving Alex that knew about their secret might do something even worst 

His brain started to hurt. He wanted to somehow figure out the perfect solution. He wanted to keep everyone safe, but it seemed impossible. The more he thought about his options, the worst it got. So he tried to start a conversation. Alex clearly needed the distraction as much as he did. 

The hours passed and it felt like days. 

At some point Luca suddenly got a few messages from his brother. Alex and he had gone over some of the academy texts earlier for an easy laugh. But now he was asleep so the Italian opened the chat on his own. 

Vale: Luca, what's going on? You ok?

Answer me. 

Now. 

Come one. 

He stared confused at the screen. The text seemed frantic, completely unlike his brother. Unless... 

No. He shook his head. It couldn't be their pack bond. The pack only sense extreme pain to the point of dying. It was an alarm to help and rescue someone whose in danger. Even as brothers, with a much more sensitive connection, sadness, fear or anger wouldn't bleed through. The same way happiness wouldn't be noticed. 

He tried to convince himself that it was just an odd coincidence. Maybe he had just forgotten to text him. That must be it. 

His fingers were hovering over the screen. Maybe this was his chance to get a 2nd opinion. He could ask what he'd do.

But how? He couldn't ask him suddenly what he'd do if the man he hated and loved the most was dying right in front of him, if he'd safe him or let him die. He couldn't tell him the truth either. Not yet. Not like this. Not over the phone. 

So he had to lie. 

Luca: Of course. I'm fine, Vale. Don't worry :) 

*picture*

He sent him a selfie from yesterday where he was grinning at the camera, just to add to it and secure his lie. 

At some point, a doctor filled them in. The surgery was over. Luca made a point in actually listening to what the nice lady told them. He asked a few questions. 

At least one of them had to understand what was going on. And one look at Alex was enough to understand, that it would not be the Spaniard. 

He was zoned out, occasionally blinking as if he wanted to wake up. He didn't, of course. Luca didn't need to see in his head to know, that he had no idea what was going on right now. 

It only got confirmed when he interrupted her. „Can I see him? Now. Please?” It was like he had reached his breaking point. 

He shifted slightly, his hand nervously scratching his arm. 

“That won’t be a problem” she confirmed. “But… are you absolutely sure? He… His injuries took a tool on him and he needs, like I mentioned, he is depending on machines. He doesn’t quite look like he normally does” He just nodded.

He looked half dead himself. He looked like he was about to break down, start crying and not stop. Luca just wanted to hug him, hold him close and bring him somewhere far away from all this. He had to keep more harm away from him. He couldn’t let one misplaced fall from Marc destroy his whole life.

They walked through the corridors. Luca close to Alex, always looking at him carefully. His shoulder now pressed against his side. Luca had already pulled him in, under his arm and tried to stabilized him. 

He felt Alex press himself closer to him, his hand scrunching in his shirt. And Luca realized that his lover was hitting one rock bottom after the other. He knew that this whole situation could only get worst. Alex could only get worst and then the Marquez parents might lose both of their sons. 

Luca flinched unvoluntary at the thought. He was prepared to catch him, if he would really break down. He was prepared to do anything to safe him. And if that meant to trust Marc as blindly as Alex did.... Maybe he should risk it.  

Alex trusted Marc unconditionally. And he trusted Alex with his whole heart.

It wasn't like Marc was idiot. He always had a lot of self-control. 

Maybe he could risk it. And wasn't taking a risk what their whole life was about? Maybe he could somehow hide his family, just yet. Maybe he could deal with it on his own. 

Maybe he had to anyway, even if his family found out. He could tell the others what he did and then inform

Marc how much they would be involved. And if Vale would decide that he and his decision was too much of a risk, he had to accept that. 

He would leave the ranch and the academy. He would make sure to not leave traces back to them. He’d do whatever it took to keep them safe. And if he had to leave to do so, he was willing to say his good byes. 

Maybe Alex and Marc wouldn't understand why he did it either and they'd hate him forever. But at least then, Alex still had a brother. Alex didn't had to grieve for the rest of his life. And if Luca had to choose, he would want Alex angry at him but find happiness and not sad for the rest of his life. 

Those thoughts only got more clear as they entered the hospital room. Alex just sat down and stared at Marc. Or what was left of him. 

Hoping that Marc would be able to make it on his own, wasn't on the table. He'd die if Luca doesn't act. 

He watched them. None if the brother looked alive right now. If one was dying, the other would follow. It was a scary thought. 

He loved his family, found and biological a like, but the connection between Alex and Marc was different. It was deeper. Like their souls was somehow intervened. But that was impossible for humans, as far as he knew.

“Luca” his own name brought him back to reality. “Can you call our parents?” Alex was voice was weak, barely audible. But it was enough for him. “They need to know about this” 

Luca understood. He didn't want Alex to have to make that call as well. “Of course” It was out of the question that he’d do it.

The Italian turned around to leave. In his mind he had already pulled out his phone when Alex stopped him.

“Luca, wait!” He sounded so desperate it worried the him. It spiked his senses. It was like his wolf, realizing, he was heading away from Alex, was ready to run to him, to protect him from anything. For a moment he had thought his boyfriend was in danger. 

“Yeah?” he asked worried. “You’ll be back, right?” His hands had started fidgeting with Marc’s sheet. A habit he had whenever he was nervous. Luca noticed it.

He wondered what the best thing to do. His just wanted to hug him, but leaving him afterwards again seemed too cruel. But leaving him like this was worst. “I will always come back to you” he promised and crossed the room with fast steep.

Carefully he put his hands on his cheeks. He turned his face towards him and gave him a soft kiss. “Marc hates it when we kiss in front of him” “No he doesn’t. He just likes to make fun of us” “Maybe” He kissed him again just to prove his point.

Then he left to quiet corner in the hallway not to disturb other people.

He thought about what he was supposed to do. The old question was still unanswered. 

He thought about his possibilities. 

Marc would die if he didn't change him. And it wasn't like he could ask Pecco or Migno for some kind of witch craft for that situation. They could do healing magic but not to this extends. Pulling someone back to life with magic when they were already this far, was dangerous and could have worst consequences than being a wolf. 

So that was off the table. 

And letting Marc just die, was cruel. He couldn't put Alex through this. He just couldn't. Not when he knew he could have saved him. He wouldn't be able to live with the guilt knowing he could have prevented it but didn't simply out of selfish fear. 

And Alex... He wouldn't be able to comfort him. They'd both break over it. 

So changing him was realistically speaking the only real choice. 

However, the risk were wide spread. The worst case would be, that Marc expose them all. And then... He bit his lips, thinking about the story Bez had told them about those group. He flinched just by the thought of it. 

He couldn't risk that, could he? But Marc was trustworthy and he wasn't the one hating Vale with a burning passion. He didn't hate him. And he didn't had any interest in trying to burn his legacy to the ground. So maybe that wasn't even a risk. 

Maybe he could deal with the consequences. He could teach Marc himself. Surely, Franky would help him as well. Maybe they could manage. 

Even if Alex may end up hating him. Then he and Marc could at least hate him together. But Alex and Luca wouldn't be able to deal with the grief together. 

He stared at his phone, realizing what he had to do. It was the only logical solution. It wasn't worth putting up a debate. 

So he went through his contacts. Skipping over Roser and Julia Marquez before he quickly scrolled down. He needed to call and ask before his confidence was gone once more. 

He pressed the button and put his phone against his ear. He leaned against the wall, knowing no one could hear him there. He heard the signal tone. His panic spiked. He waited a few seconds. It felt longer than it actually was.

He probably wouldn’t answer. It was unlikely at this time of day. He always slept in. And his phone was always on silent. Maybe he should see it as a sign. Like the universe was calling him out and trying to stop his bullshit idea. Like he should throw away the plan and – 

“Who the fuck calls at this time?” The angry voice took him by surprise. And now he knew the universe agreed with his plan. He had to do it. He was too close to chicken out now. He had no more excuses. 

He swallowed, unsure how to phrase what he wanted to say. He had so many thoughts but none of them prepared for this.

“Asshole, do you know what time it is? Who even is that?” The sense of familiarity made him smile. Finally something he could deal with. He was used to it. He could always count on Franky’s morning moots. “It’s me. Luca.” 

There was a break at the end of the line, like he was thinking. “What happened?” His voice had lost the angriness he always had when he was woken up too early. Instead, there was clear concern. 

Luca sighed heavily. He closed his eyes. All he wanted was to have him here and hug him. He wanted to cry to him about the situation and ask if he was making the right decision.

However, he knew telling the truth wasn’t on the table. He had to deal with it himself. But he hated himself for asking what he was about to say. Franky never talked about it, but he was the only one who might know. It was cruel nonetheless. He didn’t want to ask him but he had to. He couldn't ask Vale. It'd raise to many questions. 

“I am so sorry for what I am about to ask you. I wouldn’t if it wasn’t absolutely necessary. Please believe me that, Franky.”

Again, silence. Franky was giving him a chance to speak. When he didn't react after a few seconds, the half

Brazilian asked softly „I know. Luca, it's okay... What's going on? I'll help you. Whatever is going on, I'll help you"

He felt tears in his eyes burn. The thought of being abandoned by his pack grew. It was a real fear. He didn't want to lose Franky. But he might would.

Was he willing to sacrifice the love of his family for Alex happiness?

Yes. Yes, he was. Seeing Alex suffer was worst. He felt his wolf getting more on edge with every second. He was getting anxious, knowing his love was doing poorly, even if it was ‘only’ mentally.

„What exactly happened when you were changed?"

A whole minute, no one said a word. It was an uncomfortable silence, heavy with emotions. Luca shifted slightly. He tried centring his weight better as he hoped the older would say something first. As he realized he wouldn’t, he felt the urge to fill the silence.

„I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Franky. I swear, I - I wouldn't... I wouldn't ask if I didn't... If -" „Luca, no. No, Luca, I... No. I can't tell you. Especially not over the phone. No." „I'm sorry. I know. I just - I need to know how to change someone" He felt terrible for causing the distraught voice in his normally calm and relaxed friend.

„What? Why would you even need to know that?" „I... Eh... I think... I think I might changed Alex" It was the only lie on the tip of his tongue. „We- We had sex and it got freaky and I scratched him and-" „Luca, calm down. Okay, I... You can't change someone by bite. You were human, right?" „Yes." „Listen. You can only change someone by bite if you're a wolf. And it takes a whole lot. Like... Ehm... Like... Being bitten half to death" his voice faded slightly and Luca regretted having it bought up. It was obvious how much it hurt Franky.

„But... Vale said it would be possible to change someone in human form. I thought-" „Yeah, if you cut a vital artery or they have a fatal, open injury and you inject werewolf blood in them. I doubt that's what you two freaks do when having sex. Or is Alex into some weird Gothic stuff?" The slight joke eased the tense situation a little. Luca hadn't been that grateful for his friends relaxed demeaner than now. 

„No! No, God no. I - Thank you Franky. I was... I was really concerned." „It's okay. I understand. Just... You know…" „We don't talk about it. Understood. Sorry. I... I'm sorry, Franky" „It's okay. I know"

They hung up soon after. Franky was obviously not in the mood to have a chat. Neither did Luca.

Soon after he returned to the room. He opened the door and he wasn’t sure if he should smile or cry when he saw the scene in front of him. It felt like the world wanted to reassure him in his decision.

Marc was laying in that damn hospital bed. Of course he did. There was nowhere he’d move. He wasn’t able to. Alex was kind of sitting – laying next to him. He had his eyes closed with Marc next to him. The head of the older one was softly resting against his brother. The bed was barely able to fit two adult men but it worked. Alex chest rise and fell in a regular rhythm. 

They needed each other. No doubt. It was like the universe showed Luca how codependent they were and how much Alex could not lose his brother.

Luca sat down in an uncomfortable chair, a cheap coffee in his hand, watching the two sleep. He was glad Alex could get some sleep. It had been a long night. He took a sip of his drink, turning his phone in his hand. 

The talk with Franky had made him more emotional than he thought. He felt his stomach twist as the possibility of never talking to him again, crept in his mind. He hated to think about it. He needed him and the academy, especially his older brother in his life. He didn't want to lose them. 

But as he looked up, he wondered if like he, Alex would survive losing his brother. 

He snapped a photo. At the moment it might seemed cruel but maybe Alex would need the picture in some time. Maybe he would need it.

Like a broken record, he went over it all again.

If he didn’t do anything, he knew it would end in the Marquez family getting hurt. 

The injuries would kill Marc. He could stand by. Watch it happen. He’d watch Alex despair. He’d watch him lose half of himself, the one person who was with him all his life. 

He had barely handled seeing the younger Marquez go numb to act since his brother didn’t need a hyper hyperemotional mess while lying on the floor bleeding out. He went from feeling nothing to trying to distract himself to crying his eyes out in a waiting room over the course of a few hours. How could he watch him getting hurt? More. Worst.

He’d force him to bury Marc. He couldn't stand the thought. 

No matter how much he prayed for a miracle. He may be an optimist but he wasn’t an idiot. He knew, if there was a miracle, he had to do it. But wasn't it a dark miracle? To be turned into a monster? But a monster that lived normally most of the time. 

Or he risked it. He just did it. He'd fulfil the change. He'd turned him into a werewolf. But what would the consequences be? It might ruin Marc’s life. But at least he still had a life. It could ruin the Marquez family and his own. He had to trust Marc with everything. He had to reveal everything to him and Alex.

And he trusted them. He did but that wasn’t just his secret. It was also Valentino’s and the whole academies. He couldn’t just be carefree with it. He had heard the stories about the horrors that could get along with trusting the wrong person with such sensible information.

Valentino didn’t trust the Marquez. He would dismiss him. He would hate him for doing that. What Marc really worth it? Was his life worth risking that of everyone he loved?

Luca closed his eyes. He cursed himself and his brother for the messy situation. If he and Marc would have just gotten along, he didn’t had to worry right now. He could just call him, getting the support and the advice he needed.

Actually, Luca shouldn’t even think about this. He shouldn’t even had to consider it.

But he did and Vale wasn’t here. He was on his own with this.

Luca thought about his own brother. Always by his side. He would want them to do anything to safe him. Even this.

But how could he decided whether it was actually worth it. Dying as a human or living as one of them. He never had to answer this question. He had never been human. He had no idea what it was like. Maybe people would actually rather die or have their loved ones die then watching them live the way he was cursed to.

Maybe Alex should choose. He was human. He could answer which he’d prefer. He could tell him what his brother would want. To live or to die?

No. Luca bite the inside of his cheek as he stared at his empty cup of coffee. He couldn’t ask Alex to choose over his brother’s life. No matter what he chose and how it’d turned out. He’d never forgive himself regardless.

Suddenly he heard a soft whimpering sound. Alex was crying as he woke up. He needed a moment to figure out where he was and what had happened.

He looked terrible, like a child clutching himself against a toy he refused to let go. But this child was his brother that was slipping between death and life. He had to be physically close to Marc and the realization pushed the Italians worries back in his mind. Was his mistrust in Marc bigger than his need to safe Alex from grief?

“I had a nightmare we couldn’t safe him. I… Luca, I… I can’t- I just can’t lose him.”

He nodded, unsure how to respond. He just sat down. He knew he had to go with the flow. He didn’t know how to act, instead he just reacted to Alex. So he let Alex cuddle his brother. He knew he couldn’t continue like this. He wasn't able to handle the situation on his own anymore.

And his decision stood now.

He didn't want Alex to be alone if he wanted him gone after he learned the truth. So he called Dani and Jorge. They were close to Alex. He trusted them. They would look after him no matter what. And he knew first hand that they had no troubles with werewolves.

When he had accidentally exposed himself to them, he had been worried. He remembered the fucked up feeling in his chest at having created a risk to his brother and friend. He had been anxious for weeks. He had waited for those men to return and attack him again.

But they never came.

It was only a few weeks later when Dani found him, clearly stressed that he had confessed his fear at being exposed by them. Dani had kindly listen to the 14 year olds ramble. Then he had hugged him and promised that he didn’t care if he was human or not. He had felt safe. He knew he could trust them. He still trusted them. And he know they’d make Alex and Marc feel safe too.

It was a relief having them close. He knew they would be safe even if he had to leave.

The atmosphere was weird after they arrived. They smiled and laughed about the stories they shared. They were happy. But the reason they were there almost destroys them. It was sad. Devastating and just a glance away. They had to look at each other while talking or they would be reminded why it wasn’t really a happy conversation. They bubble would break and they’d be left with nothing.

Luca decided to get them coffee at some point. Jorge accompanied him leaving Dani and Alex alone. They should get a chance to talk on their own for a little while.

“How are you dealing with all of this?" Jorge asked as they stepped on the corridor. His voice was low but kind. Sometimes Luca was fascinated how easily the Spaniard could be the arrogant fuck he was and the considerate man he was as well. Probably Dani’s influence. "I can't imagine how you and Alex-"

The thought of pity made him sick. He didn’t want to think about it. He hadn’t given up yet. He was willing to do whatever it takes.

"Would you rather die or be supernatural?"  he asked and looked at the man. His face shifted slightly. He understood where he would take this conversation.

"Luca, I... We both don't fully understand what's it like to be human. Ask Dani" "No. Alex needs him. But... I... Would you change Eric? If his life was in dangerous, would you change Eric? To safe Dani the pain?“  He knew he phrased it like it was easy. He didn’t want to speak about the moral and realistic problems. He just wanted an answer.

"You want to change Marc" 

He nodded. "It's the logical thing to do, isn't it?" His words somehow felt empty. Like it wasn’t really a question.

“Maybe…“ “So… would you?“ “What?“ “The change?“ “To help Dani?“ he asked. He looked at Luca in a way that made him sure that whatever he said, he’d meant it. “In a heartbeat. And it’s Marc… He’ll handle it. I trust him enough.“

He nodded silently. The only sound the sound of a coffee being purred in a cup by a machine. “I… I think I do too“ “And your brother? You’re going to have to help Marc. You won’t be able to continue your little hide and seek“ “I know. Don’t remind me. I’m going to deal with it when the time is right“ “Isn’t that what causes you talking to me and not Alex? This whole – talking when the times better? Didn’t you want to do it last week?“ “Oh fuck off. If you’re telling me now again about how Dani found out-“ “Didn’t mean to“ he laughed.

Luca smiled. He was calmer now, knowing he wasn’t the only one who thought like this. It felt like a justification for his idea. Still, the whole ideal wasn’t over yet.

“I need to ask you for a favour“ he said silently. They had sat down on a bench, wanting to give their partners some more talking time. “I’m listening“ “I need time alone with Marc.“ “To change him“ „“Yes. I need you to somehow get Alex out of that room.“

Jorge just nodded along. He made it seem like it was the most normal thing they were discussing. “How long?“ “I don’t know“ He was being honest. He hadn’t ever changed someone so how was he supposed to know how long it might take. “Not very good preparation“ Jorge shot back. Luca just rolled his eyes.

“Give me 15 minutes. I already stole a set to draw my blood. I just need to do it and then prepare Marc.“ “Okay… Alex hasn’t eaten anything yet, right?“ “I can’t remember when he last eat something that wasn’t from a vending machine and I forced him to eat“ “Good. Then we will take him to lunch. That should give you some time“

Luca agreed and they returned to the room. Everything seemed to start again. Silence. Some comments. Stories. Stupid jokes. But this time, Luca didn’t participated. He was mentally preparing himself. And now that Jorge knew and expected him to change Marc, he had no other way than to actually do it.

He felt how his wolf was more present already. He had noticed the thoughts in the human parts head as well and he had taken a clear interest in what was going on. He felt the beast lurking under his skin, not yet stepping out, but clearly there, checking over his future pack member’s – Marc’s – body.

After some time Jorge and Luca shared a look. Without anyone noticing, Luca nodded. It was Jorge's sign to do it.

As expected, it took some convincing. Alex hadn’t want to leave Marc but ultimately he had agreed after Luca promised him to look after the older brother. The words felt wrong.

He would look after him. He would have to look after him a lot if things went as expected.

He let 1 minute pass, just to make sure Alex wasn’t jumping right back in the room after leaving. Then he quickly got the kit ready to draw his blood. It went surprisingly well.

He looked up as the blood was dripping in the little bottle. He wasn’t sure how much he needed, so he decided to better be safe than sorry.  

For a short time, he had nothing to do. He looked up, taking Marc figure in. He looked at the exhausted body, the machines indicating that his life would come to an abrupt end in the near future. Luca knew why he did it. There was no way back anymore.

“Should I really do it?” he asked, knowing he wouldn’t get an answer. “Marc, if… If you can hear me, believe me, I think it’s for the best. Give a sign if I… If I should just let it go because… Alex needs you and I just – I can’t just let you die when I could safe you. So I’m going through with this. Okay?”

Still no response. He took this as an agreement. A small bandage later and he stood up again. He had no more time to waist. He needed to act.

Luca looked at the body in front of him. It was quite and unmoving. He swallowed. Not it. He. Marc didn’t move. It was so unlike him. He took his wrist. There was no resistance, no pulling back, like living humans always did. He didn’t want to think about it too hard. Not when he was busy carefully freeing the skin from the bandages. It  was mostly unhurt. Yet. Just some bruises from the fall.

“I am sorry, Marc” he whispered and did what he feared to do. He knew it was necessary but the thought of willingly hurting a human while being in full control went against what he stood for.

Still, he had let his hand transform. He changed his fingers to claws, the sharp end shining in the dim light as he tore the skin open. He destroyed the first layer like it was nothing and felt blood run out the wound as the tissue gave in. It happened so quickly. The white string turned red before opening completely and letting the blood run free.

“I am so sorry, please believe me” he begged while holding his hand. But if he was so sorry, why continue? The drops of the red liquor ran towards him, like they knew he caused them. They quickly froze on his skin, painting his fingers red as a reminder of what he just did. “I don’t want you to suffer. I’ll make this quick and as painless as-“

A door interrupted him. He heard the lock being pulled and the wood almost hitting the wall behind it as someone stormed in. Hurried footstep entered. Someone rushed inside and Luca felt his heart drop. No. No. This couldn’t be happening. No.

He was standing there completely exposed, Marc more vulnerable that 5 minutes ago and someone entered.

Panic rise in his chest as he realized who it was. He looked down, knowing he’d be unable to cover the scene. His mind was in overdrive but he was unable to find a solution.

“Sorry, Luca, I just needed to-“ The voice so familiar and with a kind if sad tune.

The words hurt Luca. They were more violent than a slap in his head. Alex apologized while he stood there with his brother’s blood on his hand.

He looked at him, waiting for the inevitable fall out. He was waiting to be yelled at or kicked or punched and called every slur in the book. For an instance, human thoughts entered Luca’s brain. Humans weren’t used to seeing blood. They weren’t used to the violence that those claws bought with them. They weren’t used to it. They wouldn’t understand.

And Alex was just a human boy.

He wouldn’t understand. Instead he just stood there. Frozen. He didn’t move as he looked at Marc – Marc’s wrist to be preciously. His big brown eyes seemed bigger and deeper than usual. They portrayed hurt and confusion. He looked like a child that had just been told that Santa isn’t real.

It was like a dagger stabbing right through Luca.

“Lu-Luca… What – What have you –…” his voice was shaking.

“I’m sorry, I – “ He was scratching his brain for answers. He couldn’t tell him the truth. Not like this. Or all Alex would see was the in blood drained violence he had forced on Marc. He needed an explanation. Something. Anything. He wanted to find a suitable excuse while Alex tried to find an explanation.

They just looked at each other for what felt like a minute and an hour at the same time. In reality, 6 seconds had passed. Luca would consider them the longest 6 seconds of his life. He didn’t know what would happen and how to act. Alex didn’t even think. He couldn’t.

The hurt expression in the Spaniards eyes was even worst when he first entered the waiting room. He had thought his pain couldn’t be more plainly laid out than then. Clearly he had been wrong.

The sight was terrible. He wanted to change it. He wanted to calm his boyfriend and make him understand. So he  lifted his hand. It was the only thing that came to his mind but he didn’t take in account that his hand was still covered in blood. By then it had already dried. Just a single drop ran down his finger, crossing his wrist before hitting the ground. It was everything Alex needed to be knocked out his frozen state.

“Get the fuck away from him, you asshole!” he silently cursed. The anger was clear and the Italian didn’t put up a fight. He just moved to the side. He wanted to tell Alex ‘no’ and tell him that it was the only way to keep Marc safe but he didn’t. He couldn’t. The words wouldn’t leave his mouth. So now he stood there, his mouth slightly open as if he was about to say something. But the words never left his mouth.

He watched Alex trying to apply pressure on the injury. He wanted to act and hold Alex back, but he couldn’t. He felt that his wolf was even more present. He was aware that changing someone would awake his wolf side and take it closer to the surface but now with Alex in reach, he felt his other side need to change. To let his wolf really out and see how Alex reacted.

In his wolfs mind, that was okay. Alex saw that he was changing Marc. Alex now knew what they were. There was no more reason to hid. He just couldn’t convince him to stay away. And with Marc being pack, Alex was too. In a way. Even if the change wasn’t completed yet.

“Alex, I-“ He had no idea what he was even going to say. “Shut your mouth, Italian prick!” he cursed. His voice got stronger as he pressed the call bottom a few times before the professionals rushed in. Panic hit him. His wolf didn’t like this. There were way too many people suddenly present. And he was too obvious.

His wolf was right there, only hidden by a fragile cover of human skin. He was just laying there openly under his flesh. That only meant one thing…

Danger.

They would realize what was going on and hurt him. And if they found out that he had tried to change Marc, it might even be worst. But he hadn’t change Marc. Not yet. He was still human. He wasn’t in danger . He was safe.

But he wasn’t, so he turned around and left. He wanted to run and never return. He wanted to leave never to be found again, but he couldn’t. Alex was still inside. He couldn’t let Alex deal with whatever happened and he couldn’t leave Marc like this. He might not make it to the next sunrise if he did.

He needed to complete the change, no matter how.

He had to tell Alex the truth. He had to ask him to do it. So he waited until he exited the room as well. He immediately stared at him. His anger made him almost look like a feral wolf. Neither of them were saying a word. The Spaniard just make his way to lean against a wall.

Luca had buried his hands in the pocket of his jacket. He hid the blood stained skin while his fingers were fidgeting with the silk. He felt his skin burn. His whole body felt like it got set on fire. It was his wolf. He was begging to be let out. He wanted to complete the change and look after Alex. But he couldn’t. Alex still didn’t know. It would just make a nuclear situation explode.

He knew he had to do something. He had to finally explain. He had to be honest. “Alex, I need you to-“ he started.

“Oh, go fuck yourself”

The answer was fast and without any question open. His voice was steer and honest. Alex looked at him like he was a parasite. He hated him. It was clear hate. Only directed at him. His jaw was clenched and his face was scrunched up in angry lines. He looked at him with pure hatred. There was nothing left in his eyes that Luca could identify. Alex didn’t normally look at him like that. There was no love, no comfortable reflection in his dark eyes. They had lost the warm looked reserved for the Italian. Now they seemed dark and cold.

“Please-“ “I don’t want to hear your stupid excuses, Marini.” His voice was weak, He sounded exhausted. But he nonetheless spat his last name like it was poison. He hadn’t called him Marini in years – at least not in private. Did he ever? Had they ever seen each other as nothing more than they last names? It made his heartbeat faster. He felt the rejection hit his wolf. He felt how his muscles felt heavier than usually. He didn’t had the time to process it. Instead, Alex continued, this time with more anger in his voice. As he spoke, his emotions boiled up and his energy returned to him.

“Or do you-you out of all the people, actually think, there is one – just one fucked up reason in t-the- the world- or no! Let’s say in the universe! – that would justify that you try to kill my brother? MY big brother?! How would you feel if it was Vale?”

He wanted to react. But he couldn’t. He knew what he did wasn’t right but he wasn’t the bad guy. Not now. No. He had tried helping him. He wanted to safe Marc not cause harm. He wasn’t the bad guy. He had just been caught in the middle. He hadn’t finished. Alex couldn’t hate him for that.

But hadn’t he slit his brothers wrist and let him bleed out?

“ANSWER ME!” Alex anger only grew. It would make things only harder so he tried to get his voice to work again. “I know you can’t understand what I did and I’m sorry. It’s for the-“ “If you now say it’s for the better, I will smash your fucking head against the wall until you stop moving”

There were empty threats and there were promises. Luca shut his mouth because he knew that this was the last one. He looked back over his shoulder for a second. A stone wall. With enough force you could easily break someone’s skull on it. Alex had said strength. Maybe it’d be for the better…

“It is always one of you” Alex huffed and Luca’s attention shifted back on him. He swallowed, trying to ignore the way the heavy feeling had shifted towards his joints now. They felt heavy and he knew soon they would feel like they were burning.

“Tell me…” The human looked like a predator. His gaze dark and focused. The irony in the situation was clear to seec“Luca Marini…” He was ready to kill. “Why did your family set themselves the goal to hurt my family? Your brother seems to be on a mission to make Marc’s life a living hell and destroy everything that brings him happiness. And you – The funny thing is, that I actually believed you whenever you said you loved me and respected my family and when you told Marc you would always protect him-“ His voice was filled with sarcasm as he recalled the Italian’s previous statements.

Luca remembered and he had meant it. He still only wanted to protect him. His whole action was based on wanting to keep Alex safe. He wanted to safe him the pain.

“I do love you and-“ “Then why the hell did you put me in this position?” “We have-“

When he saw his face change, Luca knew he had inevitably fucked up. He had fucked up big times. It took Alex 3 seconds to cross the short distance between them and press him against the wall. Luca felt his muscles twitch. Fuck. He knew this sensation to well. He was about to turn.

His wolf couldn’t handle Alex rejection. The first time they were this close, his lover had nothing but disgust for him.

Luca tried to calm himself down. He needed to stay cool so he didn’t just turn into a wolf. He tried to convince himself that Alex didn’t know what they were. His words weren’t based on that.

“What the fuck do you mean ‘we’? Who the hell was involved?” he spit. “Alex you need to calm down-” he tried to plead. He needed to take sone danger out the situation. If Alex calmed down, his wolf would as well. He was unsuccessful. Instead he felt the burning in his joints that he had already expected.

“So it was your fucking brother?! Of course it was! How could I have been this blind? Who else would benefit from this? If he died in motorcross-“ For a second he felt his wolf  was filled with anger. He considered snapping at him for insulting his family. He didn’t, knowing his rage might bubble over.

“That would feed in your fucking delusions like dying rats, wouldn’t it? If the Italian definition of unsafe riding left his life in a racing incident-“ “No, please-“ he tried to move away. He had to get away. This situation was getting too much. His wolf was too close. It wasn’t safe anymore. He had to get away.

“Please?! Please like Marc would have begged you to stop if he would have even be able to scream? But he couldn’t even scream, you fucking monster!” Luca stopped in his movements. He felt tears in his eyes as the word hallowed in his head. Monster. Alex saw him as a monster.

But he had no right to be offended at the insult. Maybe he was a monster. Probably everyone in their right mind would call a werewolf that.

“You are a disgusting monster and I can’t believe I was stupid enough to love you.” He tried not to let it get in his head. He tried to rationalize and ignore it. He tried so hard and failed miserable. He knew by the way the muscles started twitching under his skin that it was over. He had lost.

His wolf was stronger. He had no way of winning the upper hand again. He had to give up control sooner or later. And right now he wasn’t sure he would ever regain it again..

After all, why would he?

Alex hated him. The love of his life hated him. He was disgusting to him. The thought burned his head and heart.

His family would hate him for what he did too. They would hate him for putting someone else above them. And if he lose control, he’d put them in danger as well. Not that they were even present to do something.

Now he was all alone. He was abandoned by those who loved him. There was no need to let his human self take back control. He wouldn’t be able to return to something. He would be alone and that would hurt even more.

He made a decision, his mind clouded by fear and self-hate. He would get out of here, make sure to have Marc turned and then he would simply make a run for the forest behind the hospital. He would stay there, never to be seen again. He would hide in the bushes, not hunting, slowly letting himself die in peace without facing their anger again.

So he used his last seconds to just look at Alex.

He tried to burn the memory of him in his mind. He tried to burn his face in his mind and the way his eyes looked. He hoped to remember the way he smiled and how the lines around his eyes scrunch whenever he grinned. He wanted to be able to recall the way his lips tasted and his laugh sounded for the rest of his life. He wanted to remember the real Alex, not the hate filled version he was forced to know now. He wanted to remember his Alex to make him his last conscious thought.

“I hope I never see you again. Just - Get fucking lost or I swear –“ His voice broke. “Just fucking go!”

Luca was willing to grant him this last wish.

He felt Alex grip that had prevent his escape until then became loose. He nodded. He didn’t had any time to waist. He turned around and left.

It broke his heart to leave Alex, crying in a corridor because of something he did, but he didn’t had a choice. Staying there would just lead to physically hurting Alex as well. And he couldn’t bare the idea of adding to the pain.

So he left. He found Jorge and Dani on his way. He simply pulled Jorge with him. He shared a quick glance with Dani. He hoped he understood to look after Alex for him.

“Luca, what happened?” Jorge asked concerned. “Why are you here? Where is Alex? Did you already do it?” He shook his head and shoved the little bottle in his hand. “Pour that in Marc injury. To – complete – the change. I couldn’t. Alex came inside when I – Fuck. Didn’t end well. I – I need to go – “ His voice dropped. It sounded more like a growling than real words.

He turned around and left before the Spaniard could say something.

He made his way outside. Absently, he took his phone out his pocket and called a familiar number again.

This time he didn’t get a hold of the Brazilian, just his voice mail

“Franky? I fucked up. I’m sorry. I… I’m losing control. Alex hates me and I’m – I just – I’m at the hospital of Barcelona. I’ll hide in the forest. I don’t… I wont make it. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. Thank you for being my brother, Franky. Please tell the others too. I love you all”

As soon as he hung up, he found himself standing in the forest. He took a deep breath. For a moment he made his peace with never seeing his family again. He was okay with it. He trusted Jorge to complete the change. Marc would survive. Alex didn’t had to grieve his brother.

He had archive what he wanted.

Then he let go of the last bit of humanity that was holding him in place and a wolf disappeared in the forest.

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Character Dossier: Aloy (Countdown ‘verse)

Aloy

Culture:

Nora (raised)

Mixed (adopted)

Birth:

April 4th, 3021 (age c. 19)

ELEUTHIA-9, All-Mother Mountain, The Sacred Lands

Gender:

Female

Eye Colour:

Green

Hair Colour:

Red

Affiliation(s):

Talanah Khane Padish

Carja Hunter’s Lodge

Avad

Carja Royal family

Vanguard

Petra Forgewoman

Vanasha

Uthid

Sylens

Aratak

Aratak’s Werak

CYAN

GAIA

GAIA Gang

Beta

Hekarro

Tenakth Marshals

Jurassic Pack (Blue, Charlie, Delta, Echo, Lil’ Beta and Vicki)

Solarflare

Tidebreaker

Seyka

Gerrit

Seyka’s family

Khita

Khita’s family

Profession:

Huntress

Machine Hunter

Position:

Outcast (formerly)

Brave (before appointed Seeker)

Seeker

Anointed of All-Mother

Thrush of Sunhawk Talanah Khane Padish (shared with Milu)

Banuk Werak Chieftain (temporarily)

Alpha Prime of Project Zero Dawn (joint)

Leader of the GAIA Gang

Hekarro’s Champion

Family:

Elisabet Sobeck (genetic blueprint)

Rost (Guardian/father)

Beta (Genetic twin)

Seyka (Partner)

Kina (adopted sister)

Khita (adopted aunt)

Aliases:

#LK1A1-4510

Aloy of the Nora

Aloy, Despite the Nora (Nickname for herself and used by Talanah)

Aloy Machinehunter (Nickname for herself with Petra)

Flame-Hair (Nickname by Petra)

Little Spark (by Gera)

Little Huntress (by Vanasha)

Anointed of the Nora (by the Nora)

The Saviour of Meridian (by the Carja)

Red (Nickname by Salma and Delah & Boomer)

Troublesome Redundant Copy (by Gerard)

Commander (by Kotallo)

Hekarro’s Champion (by the Tenakth)

Blood Hair (by the Tenakth)

Desert Flame (by Drakka)

Wall-Breaker (by the Sky Clan)

Living Ancestor (by the Quen)

She Who Flies on the Wings of the Ten (by the Tenakth)

Ginger Avenger (by Walter Londra)

Sunwing (Petname by Seyka)

Darling (Petname by Seyka)

Aloy, Daughter of Rost (Quen familial name)

Sis (by Beta)

Arms and Armour:

Armour/Outfits:

Main;

Nora Thunder Warrior - Main battle armour. Made by Aloy.

Nora Tracker - Main hunting attire/flying attire. Made by Aloy.

Nora Huntress - Main casual outfit. Mede by Teb.

Other;

Tenakth Tactician and the First face-paint (Hekarro’s colours) - Gift from Hekkaro for stopping Regalla

Utaru Protector (Early Autumn) - When in Utaru territory

Carja Blazon (Blood Dusk) - Gift from Talanah. When in the Sundom

Nora Anointed – For official business with the eastern tribes.

Has but doesn’t wear much;

Oseram Artificer – From Salvage Contracts

Weapon(s):

Death-Seeker’s Shadow - Won from the Arena

Iriv’s Downfall - Won from the Arena

Carja’s Bane - Won for winning the Gauntlet races

Legacy’s Reach - A gift of thanks from Legacy’s Landfall.

Brawlbreaker - Made by Petra on commission.

The Tie That Binds - Traded for from Fleet’s End.

Champion’s Spear - Token of Gratitude from Sun-King Avad

Specter Gauntlet - Retrieved from Zeth, and upgraded after killing Pirik

[antispopausandstuff]

no one asked, but here we go:

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every spop-centered AU i have so far ( most of them are not public and just live in my brain or in some discord chat )

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Virtues Universe - A universe that centers around Adora and Catra's ( positive ) sisterly relationship, Catra joining the Rebellion alongside her sister. Includes Adonnie and Catfuma ( Adora x Lonnie, Catra x Perfuma ) and Adora becoming a Rebellion Leader before becoming She-Ra ( in s2 ). I think this is the one AU I have where Catra isn't a bad person, lol.

Her Heart Universe - A universe where Adora is an alien on Earth, and is in the care of Mara and Razz. Includes learning values, social struggles, and episodic stories turning into a serialized "we gotta get our shit together or die" story.

Two Suns Universe - A universe where the key sibling relationship is Adora and Kyle, rather than Adora and Catra. Includes loving siblings, redemption arcs, Crimson Waste Kyle, and Kyle x Rogelio x Bow. Lots of Kyle love.

The Wilted Flower Universe - A universe where Adora's 'dead' ( bc Catra ), but her spirit resides, and She-Ra has taken over her form, desperate to keep her wielder alive. Includes a lot of violence, arguing, and blood, as She-Ra is unhinged in this universe and I love it. Not self-cest or a She-Ra x Adora AU, don't be weird.

Pearl Of The Sea Universe - A universe where Adora is a mermaid and Entrapta finds her in her boss' lab. Includes lovers to enemies to ??? ( entrapdak ), found family, and typical corrupted workforce.

Until It Ends Universe - A universe where Adora suffers from amnesia, She-Ra is an unknown entity, and the only thing she remembers is the Sword of Protection and is meant to serve it and its legacy. Includes folklore, forming friendships, ??? to enemies ( catra ), and discovering lost memories. Inspired by BOTW.

Ready To Go Universe - A modern universe where Adora and co use social media to boost their cafe's reputation. Includes Angella being Adora's mother figure, long distance relationships, found family ( again ), and cutting ties.

The Ghost Of Her Universe - A universe where Adora is a ghost, and a friend of hers tries to figure out how she died. And Glimmer and Bow are there too. Includes abusive background, manipulation of the higher-ups ( SW and Catra don't talk about why she died ), and friendly, but sad ghost.

To Be Loved Universe - A universe in the process of being reworked, but is essentially a s5 rewrite ( with some rewritten details of previous seasons ), and Adora is allowed to swear. Incluces Catra being a cunt and getting told to fuck off, rebuilding friendships, and an unexpected pairing.

Can't Sleep Universe - A universe focused around my c*tradora kid, Elizabeth Randor ( Izzy ), who is very bitter and angry with her parents ( mostly Catra ). Includes abuse, divorce arc ( that's a thing, apparently ), and healing.

The Whispering Woods Universe - A universe where Adora is raised by Madame Razz and Light Hope and is a fierce protector of the Whispering Woods, setting up traps and making spells. She-Ra most likely doesn't exist in this AU. Includes learning about the past, Grandma // Grandkid dynamic, and Adora being a nerd.

Desert's Flowers Universe - A universe where Entrapta raises Adora instead after the little one runs away from the Horde. Includes loving mother, family to complicated, strangers to allies to friends to ??? to enemies ( entrapdak again ), and Horde Prime being a douche.

The Lightning's Song Universe - A universe where Adora was locked away in the Prison Dimension for 100 years, and is considered a 'corrupted heroine'. However, Glimmer and Bow decide to unleash her, hoping she'd be their best bet against the Horde. Includes discovering the truth, unhinged rageful Adora ( we stan ), and earning trust.

The Soulmates Universe - A more historian universe where Adora and Bow have to fake-marry for social reasons, and struggle with internalized queerphobia as they fall in love with people that aren't each other. Includes best friends, what love really means, and identity metaphors.

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Cross-Over Universes

Danganronpa - Adora is the Ultimate Warrior, who may be considered the 'second Mukuro', depending on who you ask. Is best friends with Sakura and Hina ( including others ).

Teen Titans - Adora gets involved in a freak accident and is sent to the TT universe and joins the group. Adora x Starfire is a thing.

Sonic the Hedgehog - Light-hearted fun, mainly just Adora thinking Sonic is really cool and vice-versa.

Mario - Again, simply light-hearted fun, Adora thinks Peach is amazing and has her as an idol.

Voltron - I know. I know. But she'd be best friends with Lance, and that's all the reason I need.

almost all AUs feature Catra getting her ass whooped.

[malnutx]

☆ﾟ.*・ ◞ danielle rose russell /cis-female / white / she / her ——— is that hope mikeelson on bourbon street ? the 24 / 28 year old tribrid who stay in the french quarter district ? i heard their parents are klaus mikaelson and hayley marshall. they are notoriously known for loyal & compassionate but also reckless & self sacrificing. which is probably why they are considered the protector around town.  i wonder if they had their tarot cards reading, yet? either way, the cards on the table will reveal their fate soon enough // tk, 31, she/her, gmt.

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄:

𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄: Hope Mikaelson NICKNAME: hop. hobby. hobby. hopester 𝐀𝐆𝐄: 28 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄:  May 2, 2012 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐎𝐖𝐍: New Orleans 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄: New Orleans O𝐂𝐂𝐔𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: student

P E R S O N A L I T Y

traits:  (+)loyal & compassionate, (-) reckless & self sacificing

B A C K G R O U N D

Hope Mikaelson, at 28 years old, exudes a youthful vitality that often makes her appear as if she’s just 24. With striking features framed by long, dark hair that cascades in effortless waves, her piercing emerald green eyes reveal a depth shaped by both compassion and turmoil. Known throughout her community as "the Protector," Hope has earned this title through her unwavering loyalty and fierce commitment to those she cares about. She possesses an instinctual drive to defend the vulnerable, often throwing caution to the wind in her reckless pursuits. Whether she’s intervening in a dangerous situation or confronting threats head-on, Hope is always ready to put herself on the line for others. Her bravery is matched only by her deep compassion; she has an extraordinary ability to understand the struggles of those around her, making her not only a fierce guardian but also a trusted confidante. However, the weight of her lineage adds a layer of complexity to her character. As a member of the Mikaelson family, Hope grapples with the legacy of her ancestry. The supernatural powers she has inherited can feel like a double-edged sword—offering both immense strength and heavy burdens. She strives to carve out her own identity amid the expectations that come with her heritage, often torn between the responsibilities of her family and the desires of her heart. In every encounter, Hope embodies resilience and determination. Her life is a delicate balance of embracing her abilities while navigating the challenges they bring. As she walks the line between protector and warrior, Hope Mikaelson stands ready to face whatever darkness may threaten those she loves, driven by an unyielding spirit and a heart full of compassion.

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The King’s Champion

A SatBK AU where Shadow is the one sent to Camelot and Sonic is the doppelgänger- the one and only King Arthur!

Part: 3/4

Summary: Arthur the Hedgehog pulled the legendary sword Caliburn from the stone, and he became King Arthur, the ruler of Camelot. Shadow the Hedgehog appears in a flash of magic in the middle of his banquet hall, and he becomes Arthur’s problem. As the sun rises over the kingdom, a pre-dawn conversation between both hedgehogs also helps them reach... well, not quite a mutual understanding, but progress is progress!

(Shadow doesn’t know where he is, what’s going on, or why he’s there- but it doesn’t matter. He’s Shadow the Hedgehog, the world’s ultimate life form, and he’s going to play this weird game by his rules.)

Contains: Pre-relationship/platonic Arthadow (Arthur the Hedgehog x Shadow the Hedgehog)!

Rating: G

Word count:   1,820

Note: I figured out the issue! The new post editor. C,: Back at legacy and no word limit- but I’m going to split the last part into another post so I can make another lil chapter header image ahaha.

Also, other characters introduced this part:

Sir Gawain is Knuckles the Echidna! Sir Lamorak is Jet the Hawk! Sir Kay is Scourge the Hedgehog! Sir Gareth is Mighty the Armadillo!

“Sire!” Well, more like broken open, as Gawain’s armored fist tears through the solid wood easily. (Arthur makes a mental note to get the tower and the door repaired.) The knight of the sun runs up to him, a worried frown darkening his face, “Are you well, my lord?!”

“I'm great!” Arthur tries to keep his composure, but he’s still energized from the unexpected adventure. Lamorak, his newest knight, is the first to follow after Gawain, followed by more of his knights. Kay is the very last one through the door, looking bored and unconcerned as he picks at his sharp teeth. Typical. His brother didn’t care about things outside of his area of responsibility, and he knew Arthur could take care of himself. 

Arthur gives his knights a reassuring smile, gesturing at them to lower their weapons, which most do with varying levels of reluctance. Lamorak, notably, does not, but the hawk is too hungry to make a name for himself to ever take a passive role. Most of his other knights seem content to let Gawain take the lead, “Shadow just showed me the most marvelous trick with the wind, ‘Wain! It was like a dream-”

“Is that so?” Gawain glances at Arthur, scanning him quickly for visible injuries, before turning his attention to Shadow. He puts himself between the hedgehogs, standing in front of his king as he eyes Shadow warily, “Where is your cape? Did this churl take it?”

Arthur sighs deeply as Gawain doesn't see him. His knight noticed his symbol of authority was missing, but Gawain didn’t notice the brightness in Arthur’s eyes or the genuine smile on his face. A true warrior and protector, so focused on the potential threat to the crown that he doesn’t realize the crown is fine. Actually, the crown is better than he has been in a long time.

“I’m a hedgehog,” Shadow answers Gawain defiantly with a chilly glower of his own. 

“And what do I want with a rag?” Shadow crosses his arms over his chest, a sign of dismissive self-assurance that has Gawain bristling. Only someone very brave or very foolish would dare face Gawain when the sun is so high in the sky, and Arthur isn’t sure which one Shadow is as he keeps antagonizing the knight of the sun, “Your king is simply careless.”

“How dare you!” Gawain takes an aggressive step forward, slicing the air with his hand in his outrage. Some of his other knights react poorly to the comment, too, making sounds of disagreement as their hands rest on their weapons threateningly. (It’s a pity Guin isn’t there. She’s mastered the art of laughing in her eyes while keeping her expression prim and proper, and she would have undoubtedly agreed with Shadow’s assessment. At least Lamorak, still so new to knighthood and not yet versed in the ways of the court, guffaws as his beak widens in an amused smile that makes Arthur feel like he’s more than just a king.)

“Do not speak to him so familiarly, imposter!” Gawain demands angrily, circling Shadow warily.  In his haste, the knight of the sun did not bring Galatine with him, but his armored fists and legendary strength are formidable enough on their own.

“Imposter?!” Shadow echoes back, offended, baring his teeth in a snarl. He matches Gawain step for step, quills bristling up angrily, “Me?!”

“You may look like Lancelot, but you cannot fool me!” Gawain cracks his knuckles, and stretches his shoulder, telltale signs he’s getting ready to fight, “I will not allow you to try and steal Lancelot’s place! Just like you took the king’s cape, no doubt! You are undoubtedly seeking to replace him as the Queen’s champion!”

“Gawain…” Arthur calls out wearily, knowing that now that he’s worked up, the echidna won’t listen to anyone- not even the king, “He didn’t take my cape, the wind did.”

Gawain, predictably, ignores him since his attention is glued on Shadow.

“You have Lancelot’s face, but nothing else!” Gawain reaches back and lunges forward, fist first. Shadow jumps out of the way, but the force of the wind nearly knocks Kay off of his feet, “You don’t have his skill!”

“Kay-” Arthur starts to call out to his foster brother, but the green hedgehog waves him off irritably as he dusts off the front of his robe.

“His grace!” Gawain roars, throwing another punch Shadow skillfully avoids, although the stone floor isn’t so lucky. Debris flies into the air as several cobblestones burst with the force of the impact.

Shadow doesn’t dodge the next punch so much as he disappears from where it was aimed. “And none of his honor- Huh?!”

Gawain only has a few moments to look confused before Shadow appears behind him in a flash of energy. The hedgehog’s eyebrows are drawn together tightly in a ferocious scowl, and in the blink of an eye, Shadow kicks the knight in the back of the head. 

Gawain’s helmet takes the brunt of the impact, metal meeting metal with a hollow clunk, but the force of it still sends the echidna flying face-first into the ground. It’s deathly silent as everyone seems to hold their breath, surprised and not sure how to react.

Shadow kicked Gawain in the back of the head.

Gawain shakes his head, looking at Shadow over his shoulder with a bewildered expression. The serious hedgehog glowers back at him, half-crouched down like he’s ready to continue the fight. Time has come to a standstill in this long, quiet moment.

It’s not funny that Shadow kicked Sir Gawain of Orkney, knight of the sun and a proud son of Camelot, in the head.

Gawain’s temper and hostility make sense- he’s worried about Lancelot. He sees a stranger with his best friend’s face and immediately assumes it’s Shadow’s doing. Quite a reasonable assumption, given Lancelot’s mixed experiences with magic. Even worse, Shadow is with Camelot’s king now, and is too dangerous an unknown to leave unchallenged. Gawain was simply getting carried away while trying to protect those he loved.

Shadow, for all his stoic indifference, is disoriented and frustrated. He doesn’t understand his new social environment, or realize how his words and actions are seen as provocative and insulting. Well, initially anyway. When Gawain unfavorably compared him to Lancelot, the echidna pushed on the still tender wound of his self doubt. Naturally, Shadow lashed out to protect himself and assert himself as powerful and capable by his own merits.

It’s not funny at all, in fact, it’s serious- Arthur only has moments to think of a suitable solution that keeps Gawain from being embarrassed, mollifies his knights, and somehow protects and restrains Shadow all at the same time. And yet laughter bubbles in his chest because Shadow kicked Gawain in the back of the head for calling him something other than ‘hedgehog.’ Just like he promised he would.

“Arthur?” Kay asks from his side in a moment, although he doesn’t look particularly concerned. His brother has a habit of sniffing out trouble and getting in the midst of it, no matter the collateral damage. Kay’s sharp teeth are pulled into a smile, blue eyes glinting with mean delight, which means he found this just as amusing as Arthur did, “Are you laughing?”

Of course his brother would use this opportunity to try and drag him into this, and make Arthur the object of ridicule instead! Kay’s sense of humor is as sharp and deadly as his green quills, and always pops up at the most inconvenient time.

“Of course not!” Arthur regains his composure quickly, laying a hand against Kay’s shoulder with a strained smile and a subtle glare to convey his annoyance, “I was choking in surprise!”

Kay, as expected, doesn’t look the least bit regretful, shrugging his brother’s hand off with a flippant wave. With a low sigh, Arthur makes his way to where Shadow is standing and Gawain is getting to his feet. He slips back into his royal persona like a glove, “Splendid! I asked you to impress me, Shadow the Hedgehog, and you have not disappointed!”

Arthur claps his hand on Gawain’s back, giving his knight a friendly shake, “Rare are those who can catch Sir Gawain by surprise, and rarer still those who can land a single blow! Particularly when the sun is casting her full blessing on him! You have proven yourself, and I will grant your boon!”

“A test.” Gawain brushes some dust from his pauldron, moving his arm in such a way that his rippling muscles are in full display. The echidna eyes Shadow with distaste, forgetting himself and demanding an answer from Arthur rather than asking, “Boon? What boon?”

Arthur lets it slide with great relief, elated that Gawain readily accepts the explanation without further questioning, “The boon of being given the opportunity to prove his worth in skill of arms, noble deeds, and succor to those in need.”

It’s not an uncommon request, in fact, many of Arthur’s current knights have asked for this same boon. Gareth the Armadillo seems to be particularly moved by this request, likely remembering his own path to knighthood. He exchanges a glance with Gawain, pointedly relaxing his posture as if proving to his older brother that there was no need for hostility. Several other knights follow Gareth’s lead, willing to give Shadow an opportunity to prove himself after his impressive demonstration against Gawain. 

Arthur feels his shoulders begin to relax-

“Strange,” Kay comments airily from the side, buffing his claws against his vest. His eyes are calculating and cold, scrutinizing Shadow in a way that leaves Arthur increasingly nervous. His brother’s voice is cloyingly sweet as he asks, “My King usually extends this boon to every hopeful, young squire who stumbles through the doorway… Not getting stingy, are you, Wart?”

“Sir Kay,” Gareth gives the green hedgehog a disapproving frown, voice cool but calm, “You would do well to remember your place and to hold that sharp tongue of yours.”

His ears twitch as the armadillo smiles in Shadow’s direction, “This fellow does not strike me as patient and forgiving as our king.”

“Hear, hear!” Someone calls from the left, setting off a volley of snickering that has Kay’s quills bristling in annoyance. Arthur does wish his brother would speak a little less loudly and boldly so the target on his back wouldn’t be quite so big. 

“Tch,” Kay sucks air between his teeth dismissively, biting his thumb in Gareth’s direction with a scoff, “Perhaps this Shadow’s request was just as pathetic as yours, Beaumains-”

“Kay!” Gawain comes in defense of his brother, looking over his shoulder at Kay in obvious warning. Much to the armadillo’s chagrin, who felt his ‘big brother’ weighing in on his disputes discredited Gareth’s own deeds and reputation. Gawain would answer back hotly, and this is would devolve into unnecessary family spat- 

“The King’s Champion.”

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10 Things I Hate About You (1999)  

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*Tortall - Tamora Pierce

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⚰️⚰️ for Jai and Harti because I'm terrible :D

Send ⚰️ for a glimpse of my muse’s funeral

Summary: Jai Vetra’s Death and Funeral as told between himself and his granddaughter.

Rating: T

Warnings: Character Death

Characters: Jai Vetra, Solus Vetra, Harti Wren, Iviin Shysa, Kal Skirata, Vhonte Tervho, Fenn Rau, Ahsoka Tano

Notes: The changes are clearly marked between paragraphs with a back and fourth between Jai and then a snippet of Solus and a Conversation.

(I promise I’ll get to Harti’s soon but I’ve been writing this since like 7 AM and it went on so much longer than expected. It’s 1505 words in an experimental style.)

“Havea drink with me for you ba’buir,” Iviin Shysa suggested whileshoving the bottle into her hands. Old, almost bruised eyes glancedup at him from beneath a white buzz cut. The past week had beencruel. “We’ll celebrate his memory and his name.”

Solusdrank deep before handing the bottle back. “Thank you, ‘Alor.”

Hetook a seat on the bench next to her, knees bumping together. “Nothanks needed. We’re going to handle this as best we can.”

–

JaiVetra would not receive a traditional Mandalorian funeral. What wasleft of Clan Vetra, as well as his followers and friends, would nothave the chance to mourn him together. There would be no gathering inthe early dawn hours to prepare his body for cremation. Solus wouldnot receive his full set of armor to forge into her own nor even apiece of it. As the sunset they would not scatter his ashes thencelebrate his life. There would be no crowd to share food and drinkas music played and stories flowed. Not even a battlefield funeralwould happen in his honor.

–

“Hehated Kamino,” Kal Skirata told her over a comm call at Krownest’smorning. Her sluggish mind supplied it was closer to evening or nighton Mandalore. “Swore the entire planet conspired against him havinga break. They’d beat his door down at the crack of dawn for what heclassified as strill shit.” His tone took a humorous turn, “Whichseemed to be anything less than the end of the Galaxy before his twocups of caf. After those cups it became whatever should’ve beensent to Jango first.”

Theirphone call ran for over an hour much to Solus’ delight. Kal hadnumerous stories to tell about his time with Jai in Cuy’val Dar.Funny quips delivered in passing all the way to her ba’buir’sability to weaponize the chain of command like a true bureaucrat.However, the surreal feeling still nagged at her mind. She only foundout he had been alive all of that time after he died.

Kal’sface shifted when he caught something off in her expression. “Don’tlook so down, Ad’ika. He loved you more than anything in thisGalaxy and so was proud of you. Make sure you always remember that.He did everything for you.”

–

JaiVetra perished a month after the issuing of Order 66 during theUprising of Tipoca City. It went against all expected outcomes. Forhis entire life, he had been known as a survivor. No matter thetrauma inflicted or the impossibility of the odds he survived. It wasjoked he was part Corellian because of it. After Galidraan, everyoneaccepted Death would have to take him  of old age while passed outdrunk. There would be no other way to have a fighting chance. Yet, asKorda Six showed the mortality of Jaster Mereel and Geonosis that ofJango Fett; Kamino became his proof of only being human.

–

“Hewas the architect behind our escape,” Vhonte Tervho whispered inthe late hours of the evening. They sat back to back before the fireplace in the large dining room. Solus could not recall how they endedup that way. “The Empire had the longnecks lock everything down.I’ve never felt so cornered in my life. Neither had the others andit was making us all antsy. Except for Jai. He was just as unshakableas always. Told us to keep doing our jobs and trust him.”

“Ba’buirwas always good at that.” Solus felt tears start to drip down hercheeks. “He did the same thing during the Clan Wars. If someonestarted panicking he’d talk ‘em through it.”

“Then,a couple of nights ago he showed up with this plan. I was part of itand I don’t know how it worked.” Her voice wavered. “All of usthat got out, from the other Mandos to the child clones, owe himeverything.”

–

JaiVetra had never been taken with starfighters but he died in one. Athis absolute prime, he was still incapable of the preternaturalmaneuvers Harti executed. There was never any jealous there, onlylove and awe and respect. Secondhand stories (and in one instance themost terrifying holofootage of the past ten years) told him Soluspossessed the same skills; maybe more so. Yet, he still elected topilot a starfighter for their escape. Transports would need theirbest pilots to protect their precious cargo. For this flight he couldstand guard over their six or clear the way.

–

“TheOld Man was something else,” Fenn Rau told her looking almostsomber. Part of her was still reeling from his surprise visit to theVetra Stronghold. Concord Dawn, and by extension the JourneymenProtector’s, were iffy about the burgeoning True Mandalorians. “Hewas always full of surprise and one of the better ver’alor I’vemet.”

Hersmile came across weak while she muttered, “He hated being calledthat.”

“Ihated being called vaar’ika and that never stopped him.” For amoment, she saw the brazen, defiant man she came to know as Fenn Rauinstead of this somber ghost.

“Takeit as a compliment,” she tried to tease with a limp twitch todrooping ears. “It’s what he used to call Har’ba’buir andmyself. All of his favorite people are small, spitfire pilots.”

“Isee a lot of him you.” Lavender flooded Solus’ face. “Both ofyou are white haired, pains in my ass who could rally anyone foranything.”

–

JaiVetra had been assured he would never die alone but that was exactlyhow he went at age 66. A failed evasion resulted in engine damagethat sent him into an uncontrolled glide to a landing platform.Skittering across the metal he finally slowed to a halt flippedupside down. There was nothing to see past the transparisteel canopy.All he could hear was the muffled firefight outside over his ownrapid heartbeat. Something began to pool around his broken body. Atfirst, he thought it was rain but with cool sensation throughout itcould have been blood as well. Nothing would matter thought becauseit would all be over too soon.

–

“Ja’ikasaid he survived by looking for the light,” Harti mused more tohimself than his granddaughter walking beside him. “He said that nomatter how dark it seemed there would always be a light. He had tostumble for it a few times, maybe even missed the cue , but it wasthere in the end.”

“Itdoesn’t hurt less.” Her shoulders started shaking while sheworked hard to keep pace. “It doesn’t make anything hurt less.”

Hestopped in the center of the hallway to draw her into a warm hug.“Sol’ika,” her murmured into her hair, “now is the mostimportant time to look for the light. We’ve lost so many people,both Mandalorian and not, and we will lose more. But, look at thoseJai and the others saved with their sacrifices. Think of the livesyou and your friends saved. There’s a way out even if we have tolight it ourselves.”

–

JaiVetra died alone as an invader in a foreign land according to therecords. What was not included was the sort of funeral he stillreceived. The last of his strength was used to start his favoriteaudio clip; “I love you, Ba’buir!” singsonged from a tiny voicewith Harti’s warm laugh echoed in the background. Baptized in fuel,a stray spark turned the entire starfighter into a shining inferno.But, beyond that there was those who would carry his name forward.

–

“Wouldit be okay if I learned to say Remembrance with you?” Ahsoka asked,sounding almost unsure. They were curled around each other in bed.Solus’ head resting on her shoulder with a leg flung over her body.Ahsoka’s near arm curled beneath Solus while the other rested onher hip, thumb absentmindedly tracing the curve of the bone. “Iknow it’s something really important to you.”

Blinkingseveral times, Solus tried to study Ahsoka’s face in the dark. Atbest, she gathered bright eyes were staring at the ceiling. “Ofcourse. I’ll teach you when we wake up.” Squinting she tried tomake out if the blue chevrons of the closest lek had darkened any.“Any reason why?”

“Itsounds dumb…because I didn’t know your grandfather at all. But, Iwant to help you remember him.” Her voice grew higher in pitch.“Since we’ve known each other you’ve always said it. Becausepeople live on through their names being remembered right? Or, thatwas how you explained it two years ago.” Shifting their bodiesAhsoka settled only when she could look squarely into Solus’ eyes.“And I’ve heard you say Skyguy’s name too. It’s somethingyou’re doing for me and I just…I just wanted to do the same foryou. That way there’s two people remembering their names.”

Ba’buirwas right about finding the light.

[angelprinz]

so im back with the promised marking headcanons for u!

u know how zhongli would have the pulsing geo symbol appear when u hold his e or childe and his riptide mark? the thought of them applying that to unsuspecting naive reader at the reader's lower stomach and them masking it as "a symbol of protection" when in fact its just a mark of ownership that makes the wearer incredibly horny when the owner wants them to...!

in the middle of a commission, the reader just suddenly felt a pulse down and mind numbing pleasure follows after. they're incapacitated, knees buckling down and a gush of their cum dribbles down between their thighs. it doesn't stop there, as the only way to stop the pulsing is to have the owner's dick and cum inside of the poor mind broken reader huhu

another alternative idea is the thought of them (can apply to any of them) writing down vulgar things on the reader's body, whether with something like a pen or sharpie-equivalent, or something like an elemental sight-type of marking. there would be really nasty things written like "ajax's cum dump", "diluc's pet", "property of zhongli", "ayato's slut" even with notes like "use until broken", "plug after use", etc. just the thought of reader having all those nasty things on their body underneath their clothes (sometimes even wearing skirts despite it littered all over their thighs) sends me shivers!

lastly, while pens and elemental symbols are an option, directly carving their name onto reader's body? maybe without them even knowing or in a place visible to everyone but the reader? Huhu :) another personal marking h/c i adore is... it ties with somno but it's mostly them, fucking unknowing reader, and reader getting knocked up, not realizing until they show symptoms. after all the biggest proof of ownership is their seed taking root in u, right?

- somno anon

warnings: blood, knifeplay, drugging, degradation, virginity loss?

beware my blog contains dark content. minors do not interact.

this takes my mind to two places. magic hole and knife carving. OKAY SO LISTEN.. we’ll start with the ‘tamer’ yet still out there idea.

with the geo/foul legacy marking, they'd form a link with your hole n a fucktoy of theirs. whenever they stick their cock into the fleshlight mimicking your insides, you can feel their flesh sliding into your heat as if they're right there. except you're a silly naive little virgin who has no idea why your precious hole is being split open! you have no idea your protector has marked you with their elemental mark, copying your warm hole with their element n pounding it like a toy. zhongli n childe absolutely use it at the most inappropriate times and whenever they think of you, roughening your hole by edging themselves over and over, making you get fucked raw, bent over in public with no idea why your body is spasming from such intense pleasure! it's also a natural aprohsadiac that makes you oh so wet/hard, so turned on it hurts and you cum so hard from this mysterious intrusion that normal masturbation just doesn't work anymore! you're addicted to this strange sensation that takes you at anytime, as if you're haunted by a ghost that gives you the most euphoric climaxes you've ever felt.

OH AND their cum gets dumped into you for sure!!! so they always use it as a well, cumdump! so confusing why theres a white liquid dripping out of your hole... who knows? maybe you should ask childe or zhongli!

okay, now moving on to knife carving <3333 oh i love it soooo much, i truly love it so much, my heart pounds just thinking about it. pressing the blade onto darling's spotless skin and scarring it with a carving of my name. childe is a MASSIVE fan of this, tracing his name all over your body while you sleep. sometimes he even dreams about it while he fucks you dumb, cock plunging in and out of your walls while he envisions your body bloody, skin dripping as the broken tissue spells out his name and possessive affirmations, that you're his property, his slut, his cumdump, his everything. harbringer's precious whore, darling fleshlight good for nothing but as a hole to fuck <3 my mind wondering off there hehe,,, but he most definitely craves it being scarred a milky white into your skin and how weak you look with bandages over areas that he's carved his name, branding you as his. your skin may recover, but it will always remember how he owns you.

are ya feeling better after the medicine somnie? giving u hugs n cheek kisses!!! they better let you outta there soon or i'm gonna storm in and make them <3 i lov ya sm, stay healthy till your next ask (i'll be waiting patiently hehe!)

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

Imagine with Childe being the older brother figure with the reader not coming to the spot they meet at for weeks only to stumble there as a zombie with hazy and confused eyes and wrapped in bandages on their body

could this actually become a request?

(っ◞‸◟c)

yall. the words. they just worked so well this time. it feels so good to have the words just flow so well.

ALSO I KNOW IT'S BEEN A WHILE SINCE YOU REQUESTED I AM SO SORRY ;-;

~ * ~ Stop Thinking

Foul Legacy Childe x Reader (Platonic) Gender Neutral (no pronouns mentioned) Angst Warnings: Crying, feeling empty, allusions to anxiety, allusions to death

~ * ~

Children were peculiar. This Childe can say with confidence, having grown up as a middle-born with three younger siblings who looked up to him, not as Tartaglia the Harbinger, but as Ajax, the big brother. Though far from the eldest and most experienced, Childe, in his endless observation of the world, quickly gathered numerous memories regarding his little siblings’ differing personalities: Tonia’s sweet as sugar, Anthon is rowdy and playful, and Teucer, the youngest, had a thirst for adventure and little in the name of fear. And he was their protector, their Ajax, their toy salesman of Snezhnaya. But now he was here, in a strange new nation, despite the months he’d resided in Liyue, at the Tsaritsa’s beck and call miles and miles away. Time dictated by his mission, his task to steal and retrieve the Geo Archon’s gnosis, left him unable to explore and admire the city and the surrounding lands of towering peaks and lush valleys. Nor did he have any desire to, mind on a one-track path to victory, success, and home. Home to his nation, his archon, his family. It never occurred to think of extra time- as a concept, it simply didn’t exist for Childe. It’s this that he thinks and ponders, sitting outside in the swaying grass with his legs crossed and head resting in the palm of his clawed hand, a sudden overabundance of time within his grasp. A hiss of dissatisfaction escapes him, followed by a sigh when he catches the animalistic noise by its leg. This form was quite bothersome to simply use, and to be stuck in it was another hassle entirely, the aches and pains and new, elevated senses nothing but trouble. Yes, he was strong, but what use is strength if your bloodlust runs out? His want for battle, it seems, is at an impasse, near extinguished days ago and replaced by boredom and an odd emptiness, cold and hollow like a hole in his chest. The city glittered in the distance, below the mountain he had situated himself on, full of plots to be hatched and mischief to be made, but there was a distinct lack of want to stir and meddle in the mess of people of the Harbor, like the joy Childe received from his Harbinger work had been leached from his body and soul, and it was this lack of want that scared him so. Certainly he couldn’t go back, he’d only just escaped his subordinates! For their own safety, he justifies for himself, and he couldn’t return home, the thought of his family seeing him like this… he tries not to think about it. He’s gotten better at that, not thinking. It’s almost an art. It’s during one of these thoughtless sessions, one where the sunlight lulls him to sleep- out in the open, what a fool!- where he awakens to someone poking him gently in the side, small, inquisitive taps. He rolls over to glare at whoever or whatever could be bothering him, grumbles laced with annoyance, and comes face-to-face with a pair of bright, curious eyes. The eyes blink at him as you stare into this mysterious beast’s crystalline gaze, holding your ground until you blink again and proclaim the monster the winner of your staring contest. Childe gaps. Even when he was human, unconfined to his Abyssal form, few people would be brave enough to act so freely around him, the exceptions his younger siblings who adored him no matter what. Almost instinctively he lifts and sets his hand down on your head, slowly ruffling your hair and listening to your laughter and how you call him nice in an innocent, childish way. Harrowing, terrifying, powerful, that was how his Abyssal form was described, but never nice. But you didn’t seem to think so, and Childe finds himself patting your fluffy locks with more certainty, looking away as his eye wells up with tears. He didn’t even know this form could cry. Ah, at least they’re happy tears as you promise to visit again. And so it goes, you keeping your promise and hiking as hastily as your little legs can take you back to where he hides, everyday, half-past noon on the dot. For a child, you’re very good at keeping time, and you acknowledge it with pride. Never does he take you anywhere- he

can explore on his own time, and you shouldn’t wander too far from the Harbor- but you’re both content with simply lounging on grass and listening to sweet chatter and huffs and rumbles of agreement or admonishment. When the clouds bring rain and the rain pulls along wind for the adventure you and he huddle under a tree, contented and warm next to each other as you giggle and bury your cold hands into his fluff. Of course he couldn’t speak, but your young ears and eyes picked up emotional quirks in the tones of his clicks and coos and formed conversations in your imaginative head, listening for the words he could just-barely-almost sound out. In this way you deduced his first name, repeating it with a glee that swirled in both of your hearts as you immediately got to work breaking and piecing it back together for a nickname, and Childe feels his heart warm and the emptiness in his chest gradually fill with brotherly affection for you, and so it goes, day after day, stretching into weeks where he finally begins to reignite some semblance of happiness within him. Until the day you fail to appear. When at half-past noon he doesn’t see you, he assumes that, for once, you’re running late, perhaps caught up in little chores your parents have assigned or sleeping through a midday nap. He settles down for his own nap, pushing the worry in his mind away and enjoying the gentle rays of the sun. When he wakes up past 1, the worry creeps back in, clenching his claws anxiously as he paces, waiting. He waits for another hour, then two, which double again, exponentially. A day goes by, and another. He can’t sleep, unconsciousness eluding him as his thoughts go a mile a minute. Where are you? What happened? Are you alright? Are you hurt? It’s a week you’re missing and until Childe can sleep, collapsing from pure exhaustion and need. His dreams are surprisingly empty, or perhaps he just lost that capability sometime ago; the Abyss doesn’t give much to dream of. It’s hazy and weightless in his dreamlessness, until something pokes him. Something small and cold and familiar; he’s felt this before, and he springs awake despite his fatigue and rolls over to purr and fawn over you, then sternly wag his clawed finger at you for staying away so long. He looks at you, and he blinks. He lost, but you weren’t even competing. You’re wrapped in places, bandages around your arms and legs and even tiny ones on your fingers, and your movements are stiff, like a mechanical doll that’s rusted from neglect and misuse. But the scariest is your eyes, confused and bleary and sleepy-looking, with no emotion or warmth behind them, no spark of life. You blink back, slowly, and Childe’s heart freezes and breaks. You don’t recognize him. He holds back tears as he reaches up to pat your head, silently pleading that such a simple motion will click the gears of your memory into place again, yet they remain still and crumbling as you just stare at him, your hair and skin cold, too cold, against his touch. Someone calls for you, down the hill; a familiar voice, isn’t that the Pharmacy Doctor? You turn, slowly ambling down the hill without a second glance, and Childe watches you leave until you disappear from sight, burying his face in his arms as he cries freely, allowing his grief to escape in shining rivers of tears, dripping down his face and onto the grass you frolicked in not so long ago. To sleep he sobs, quieting only as the cold, hard emptiness returns, this time shaped like you and cemented eternally, the shape of a child from Liyue who knew him as Ajax. That night, the Eleventh Harbinger stopped thinking.

[holylulusworld]

The beast’s family (4)

Summary: Tall. Dangerous. Alpha. Sam Winchester is someone you should not piss off unless you want to pay for your sins. No one touches his mate, no one who wants to stay alive.

Pairing: Alpha!Mobster!Sam Winchester x Omega!Reader

Characters: Stan Thompson, Jody Mills, Dean Winchester, Donna Hanscum

Warnings: a/b/o, a/b/o dynamics, angst, scenting, soul mate trope, pregnant omega, true mates, protective Sam, daddy!Sam, cuddling & snuggling, mafia business, language, threats, fluff

A/N: For my story true mates = soul mates. The name of your true mate appears on your wrist when you first scent him/her. 

A/N2: A short epilogue to end the story. For now…

<< Part 3

“My son is my only legacy…”

“I didn’t want to believe the rumors,” the man muses, watching Sam walk into his office, a soft smile on his face. Not minutes ago, he watched you nurse your firstborn and now, his heart swells in his chest, making him feel like a different man.

“What can I do for you?” Sam is not in the mood for pleasantries, so he comes straight to the point. “I thought we agreed you’ll leave town after the stunt your daughter pulled.”

“I want redemption, Samuel Winchester,” Stan Thompson, Amelia’s father leans back in his chair, smirking at Sam. “I haven’t seen my daughter in years, but this doesn’t mean I do not miss her dearly since she’s been gone.”

“Your daughter was an awful person snaking her way into my life. When I finally came to my senses and found my true mate she tried anything to get rid of my omega,” the tall alpha growls, eyes glowing hazel orbs now.

“Sammy, you need to calm,” Dean tries to reason with an overprotective alpha. “I know you are a new father and all you can focus on are your omega and your pup, but we need to take care of the problem at hand for now.”

“That bastard has the guts to come here and demand redemption from me. His daughter tried to make me kill my mate. After she didn’t succeed she hired that monster to grope my wife and in the end, she tried to kill my family. I won’t sit here and listen to this nonsense,” the alpha is ready to kill Amelia’s father right here, in his office.

“Mr. Thompson, I suggest you leave town and mourn your loss somewhere else. We both know you shouldn’t bug my brother,” whilst Sam crosses his arms over his wide chest, already forming a plan to get rid of Thompson, his brother tries to make sure Jody won’t find another dead body tonight.

“Alpha, you are here,” you almost stumble toward your alpha as he walks into the nursery. “He’s about to wake. Little Sammy wants to greet his father when he wakes. Aw,” you sniff as your son opens his eyes to look up at his father, immediately lifting his tiny hands to cry for Sam.

“I read pups can scent their alpha,” Sam carefully takes Sammy jr. out of his cradle to gently hold him against his chest. “He’s so tiny.”

“Compared to you everyone is tiny,” cooing the words you stroke your son’s head while looking at your alpha. Sam is still overwhelmed with his new role but tries his best to not show he’s nervous while holding his son. “You are doing well, Sam.”

“What do you mean?” looking at his son in his arms Sam feels his heart flutter. It’s been ages since he felt like the young and carefree boy from back then.

“You won’t hurt him. It’s okay to hold him in your arms, alpha,” you kiss your son’s hair, smiling as he coos. “I think he knows you are his father and protector. Sammy jr. is relaxed and tired again…” you laugh as your son rests his head onto Sam’s chest to sleep some more. “I guess now you must hold him for a few more hours…”

“So, you want me to make sure Stan Thompson leaves town?” Jody watches Dean sit on her couch, nursing a beer. “Dean, I helped Sam out more than once over the last months; years even. I cannot do more right now. Hanscum won’t look the other way again.”

“I don’t want you to look the other way,” the mobster runs one hand down his face, sighing deeply. “Sammy will lose control if anyone or anything threatens his family. Thompson came to my brother’s house and demanded redemption for his daughter’s death. I don’t know for how long I can keep my brother from killing that man.”

“Thompson dared to extort your brother?” chuckling Jody looks at Dean. “I think that guy has a death wish. But you are right, Sam can’t kill another man. If he does, he could lose everything, including his family.”

“Help me, Jody,” the alpha pleas. “I would get rid of Thompson, but it would only end with his death if I take care of the problem. Give me a hand, an idea…anything.”

“I think I got an idea to get rid of Thompson without killing him,” the kind beta smirks, raising her bottle to take a large swig.

“Signed. Sealed. Delivered,” the mobster watches Jody arrest Stan Thompson, an amused smirk on his lips. “I did a great job, Jody helped. He got arrested for tax freud,” Dean says as his brother smirks to himself. “No need to kill him this time.”

“You’re right,” the younger brother dips his head, nodding at one of the officers arresting the newest bad guy in his game.

“No need to kill him,” as Dean turns to walk toward his car Sam keeps on watching the scene in front of him, “at least not tonight. But you never know what happens on his way to jail, or in jail…”

“A heart attack,” Donna frowns deeply as she read the autopsy report. “He looked healthily when I last saw him. Dammit, he was my best chance to bring Sam Winchester down.”

“Sometimes you win, and other days you lose,” Jody says, giving her colleague an apologetic smile. “No one knew about his bad heart, Donna. Stress, grief, and anger took a toll on him.”

“I guess so,” the blonde nods, still, there is this nagging feeling telling her Sam Winchester killed Stan too. “One day I’ll get him, Jody.”

“One day,” even though it would break her heart, Jody nods at Donna’s comment. She knows that she can’t protect Sam any longer.

“My men,” you sniffle, at the sigh of your alpha on your nest, his son on top of his naked chest. “See, I told you he’ll seek your warmth and presence. Now I’m jealous. He never sleeps so peacefully on my chest.”

“How could he? Look at your breasts, all swollen and leaking milk,” purring the words Sam stares at your tits. “I will devour you the moment I get the chance to.”

“I know,” crawling toward your alpha to curl in his side you purr low in your throat. “Do you want more children? Not now but—”

“Three, or maybe four. No—wait,” Sam mutters. “We have a son, now I want a sweet daughter and maybe another brother. Uh—we could have more. How many do you want?”

“I—uh,” giggling you look at your son on Sam’s chest. “I guess as many as we can get. I love kids, and my alpha has a big house.” You sit back up to kneel on the bed, pecking Sam’s lips.

“That he has but,” craning his neck Sam meets your lips halfway, “we will have a big wedding before our family grows. I want you to wear my name too…”

The End...for now...

Tags in reblog.

[overcaffeinated-creative]

Character A: You shouldn't insult people who are bigger than you.

Character B: Then I'd never get to insult anyone.

[foldingfittedsheets]

Okay, so my betrothed and I just finished First Kill, and as we knew we weren’t getting a second season the cliffhanger wasn’t as devastating. But it left a lot of loose threads, so! Here’s how I think the series should have wrapped up.

First off, Elinor stands trial and is found absolutely and unequivocally guilty of being an absolutely unhinged monster. Her parents stay away and learn later that she’s sentenced to burn at the stake once she fails the silver test. This is revealed as the first step of the big secret Legacy killing move. While being chained to the stake she starts screaming confessions trying to get mercy from her parents in the crowd. She admits to all the horrible things she made Oliver do as the flames go up and they shrink back in horror. Oliver shows up to behead her under the guise of zealous betrayed family and has a nice moment with his parents that ultimately doesn’t change his end goal of causing chaos.

Theo is utterly horrified at Oliver’s monster army. He plays along to get vampire training and ends up becoming a double agent, passing info to his mom on monster attacks so the hunters can stay one step ahead. I think it’s also fair to say that along the way he’s introduced to legacy lore and is able to trace the vampire who killed his mom and exact his revenge. He uses blood bags and willing donors to feed, and falls for one of his donors. He ends up being instrumental in taking Oliver down and in the process finds the spell to restore his humanity.

The parents decide to cut their losses and dip out of their extremely compromised identities, leaving to become embroiled in Legacy and Keeper politics which is hampered somewhat by:

Juliette and Calliope both respectively run away. They have had enough of borderline abusive family lives and the bullshit. Juliette has no desire to be Keeper in Waiting and abhors most of the current system. She flees to a new city and sets up shop as a freelance monster hunter. She finds a morgue hook up to keep her supplied with blood without needing to prey on anyone and keeps her chosen city safe.

Cal similarly sets out to be a lone monster hunter, no longer trusting the Guild who tried to kidnap her for unknown reasons or the family that turned on one of its own. She travels more, going from city to city cleaning up obviously supernatural massacres.

It’s seven years before they meet up again, Cal having heard rumors of a city with a mysterious protector. She suspects it’s a Legacy and is shocked to find Juliette standing over a recently dispatched demon. Cal initially is distrustful of Juliette’s motives and they duke it out. Juliette drops a hint in the fight that she’s not the real monster, Cal’s precious Guild is.

Cal backs off and they hesitantly begin to work together to uncover more of the Guild’s secrets. They grow closer slowly and warily and finally discover that the Guild is actually run by Legacy vampires. It’s the perfect way to suppress louder supernatural competition and keep the general populace from investigating them. It also means they can obscure and destroy any mention of Legacy vampires or their weaknesses when they’re uncovered. Hence why the Guild wanted Cal in the first place. It was Juliette’s grandmother who ordered the raid in the first place knowing Juliette’s father would be the only vampire actually vulnerable to the hunters.

They take down the Guild together and reunite in the ensuing adrenaline. Juliette asks if Cal still wants to kill her, and Cal admits she never really did, and that monster can mean a lot of different things, but that Juliette isn’t one of them. As they’re leaving the scene of the final battle in the Guild, walking passed the charred decapitated remains of the Legacy leaders, Cal sees a cracked door. It leads into a library of suppressed knowledge- one tidbit of which is that if a Legacy isn’t consecrated by the Malkia serpent then it’s possible to attain humanity. The girls look at each other and the curtain closes on the choice they’ll make together.

[la-ro-ki]

me: no, no you’re getting it all wrong! c!quackity is a shapeshifter both literally and metaphorically. he’s able to change his physical form as he pleases and the form he currently holds has been cultivated over his entire life which is why he takes such pride in his appearance! people insulting his looks means that they are quite literally saying they don’t like who he has chosen to be. on the flipside, you have him as a metaphorical shapeshifter which is actually quite a large part of his character. c!quackity desperately desires to please the people he cares about which leads him to play many different roles for other people. even when interacting with one person he can go through multiple changes in his role. for c!tommy he can be an older brother, just another kid, a co-conspirator, a protector, his legacy. for c!wilbur he can be the coy rival, a steady hand, the flirtatious paramour, someone to turn to, competition. for c!niki he can be a scapegoat, her savior, a distraction, the one who always makes a fool of himself. for c!fundy he can be a fellow wallflower, an upset loved one, the firm hand, countless olive branches. for c!tubbo he can be a comforting presence, a partner in crime, the adult for once, kind in his manipulation. for his fiancés he can be good.

my friends who i invited to my little brother’s birthday party under false pretenses: what the actual fuck are you talking about