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lilliths-httyd-blog · 2 years ago

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Summarising every single HTTYD movie, short and episode in roughly one sentence:

HTTYD 1:

ADHD incarnate befriends Death: The Dragon and with the power of friendship they OH GODS OH FUCK OH HOLY SHIT WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT

Legend of the Boneknapper:

Gobber likes to tell campfire stories

Book of Dragons:

DreamWorks attempts to write a reader POV fanfiction

Gift of the Night Fury:

Critical series lore in a Christmas special?? Yeah seems normal for this franchise

Riders of Berk:

1. Mildew tries to get a bunch of teenagers executed or some shit

2. Solidifying Gobber as a total madlad: The episode

3. Hot take: You can skip this episode, it's arguably the worst one in the franchise, but you WILL miss a penis joke so there's that going for it.

4. Toothless develops an Older Sibling complex over Beyblade: The Dragon™ and HOLY FUCK WHAT IS THAT???

5. WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU, MILDEW?? I mean I knew you were an ass but I didn't expect THIS??

6. "The films aren't anything like the books!" UM, ACTUALLY- (aka the episode where Hiccup goes full-on Book!Hiccup mode and Alvin is nothing like his book counterpart but the rest of the outcasts are)

7. "Look at this super dangerous dragon I found! I'M GONNA WRESTLE IT!!"

8. Hiccup has body image issues

9. Mildew gets bitten in the ass (SATISFYING)

10. The Mary Sue: Part One

11. The Mary Sue: Part Two

12. Oh yeah Snotlout's dad is an abusive cuck who can go fuck himself I'm not even joking. Love Snotlout tho I gotta say.

13. "IS THIS WHAT YOU WANT?! STRIKE ME DOWN, ZEUS!! YOU DON'T HAVE THE BA-"

14. Toothless has a mortal enemy apparently and it is fucked up

15. (Dagur fanboys start screaming in the distance)

16. Snotlout fixes his mistakes (they were very big mistakes)

17. VALKA??? VALKA MENTION??? HICCUP HAS A DRAGON PLUSHIE??? (silently weeping by the end of the episode)

18. Fishlegs and Snotlout piss off some helicopter parents who are also Invisible Acid Dragons™ (ohhhhhh no)

19. Are there... other Night Furies????

20. Lol no BUT I'LL TELL YOU WHAT THERE IS-

Defenders of Berk:

1. Fight Club reference

2. That one time Meatlug became magnetic and almost died

3. Dagur is gay for Hiccup but like in a yandere way

4. Whoever designed the Screaming Death must have been on a particularly fucked up slice of magic mushroom because I've never seen something more in need of holy water than that dragon (my childhood favourite :D )

5. Snotlout's dad is a fucking asshole but I never thought he'd stoop that low

6. Behold: My second favourite dragon who canonically killed Astrid's uncle

7. They tried to train Terrible Terrors in this episode, guess how that went lmaooo

8. (grabs more holy water) IT'S BACK.

9. Hey remember Tiny Beyblade Dragon? Yeah now he's kinda sorta the size of a house. Meanwhile everything is on fire (twin's fault)

10. Behold: My favourite dragon's frozen carcass preserved in ice- I mean my favourite dragon is hibernating in ice- I mean OH SHIT OH FUCK HOLY FUCKING SHIT OH NO-

11. Dagur subjugates my favourite dragon and then karma bites him in the ass

12. Snotlout and Gustav are an anxiety/adhd wombo-combo

13. Ruffnut cuts her hair short to save the life of a really cute dragon and Dreamworks was too pussy to keep it like that for the rest of the season.

14. (darude sandstorm plays)

15. The dragons get high and try to kill each other

16. Toothless is on drugs (I'm not even joking, during the Toothless POV shots you can literally hear stoner music playing)

17. Dagur with helmet hair Dagur with helmet hair Dagur with helmet hair

18. THORNADO NOOOOOOOOO T-T

19. ALVIN, DAGUR, SNOTLOUT AND THE SCREAMING DEATH. HOW IS THIS SUPPOSED TO GET BETTER THAN IT ALREADY IS???

20. IT GOT BETTERRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!

Dawn of the Dragon Racers:

The gang got new fits and invented a sport

Race to the Edge S1:

1. Oh shit, Dagur's out of prison, better go chase him down and OOOH, SHINY TELESCOPE THINGY?? (Hiccup is a magpie apparently)

2. Gothi once again proving herself to be an absolute madlad

3. Hiccup and the gang move out of home because telescopy thingy told them to. What could possibly go wrong? (GONE WRONG)

4. Welcome to our new home on Dragon's Edge! It's been years since we've been able to function effectively as a team, and Tuffnut's been smoking way too many hallucinogens lately OH FUCK HE WASN'T HALLUCINATING OH FUCK ME

5. Snotlout is gay for Fishlegs

6. NOT GUSTAV NOOOOOOOO

7. Basically what happens when you put me in charge of anything

8. "Look at this super dangerous dragon I found! I'M GONNA WRESTLE IT!!"

9. Fishlegs and Snotlout are gay

10. THE MARY SUE IS BACK AND I LOVE HER SO MUCH

11. WELL THAT PLOT TWIST CAME OUTTA NOWHERE

12. (darude sandstorm vocoded to running in the 90s plays)

13. they made girl dragon pink

Race to the Edge S2:

1. Astrid becomes that "SHOW ME YOUR WAR FACE" guy basically

2. SCOTLAND FOREVER!!! 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿 (new villain alert and he is AWESOME)

3. MARY SUE IS WORKING FOR THE VILLAINS NOW???

4. Dreamworks introduces Dragon Werewolfism and does NOTHING with this concept after this episode?? What a ripoff!

5. Fuck Snotlout's dad so much

6. Hiccup punches Snotlout in the face and knocks him out which is no surprise considering he is God of Dragons

7. MARY SUE WAS SPYING ON THE VILLAINS ALL ALONG NOW???

8. Two people and a singular dragon try to fight off an entire armada

9. They succeed somehow

10. Oh hey it's a HTTYD 2 dragon (Free Willy parody? You couldn't have done anything more original?)

11. SKRILL!! SKRILL!! SKRILL!! SKRILL!! SKRILL!! SKRILL!!

12. Prepare to thirst in 3... 2... 1: (Viggo appears)

13. If you thought Dagur was homosexual, you aren't prepared for how gay Viggo gets

Race to the Edge S3:

1. Dagur did WHAT NOW???

2. Fuck Cavern Crashers so much but SNOTLOUT SNOUTLOUT OI OI OI!!!

3. Sword in the Stone parody?? Are all the Fishlegs episodes story parodies now??

4. Did... Did they try to portray Snotlout's dad as being in the right in this episode?? Ew fuck that.

5. Viggo almost caused Covid-19

6. Hiccup forgets that not everyone has ADHD and the dragons go completely fucking feral

7. This show loves to force romances, doesn't it?

8. I think these people took HTTYD/Pokemon crossover fics a bit too far

9. A musical episode which has a reason to exist. Sarah Z was right all along?

10. Favourite Fishlegs episode :)

11. DAGUR DID WHAT NOW???

12. My go-to introductory episode for non-fans. It's got everything. Including Viggo.

13. OKAY BUT THAT CLIFFHANGER WAS METAL

Race to the Edge S4:

1. OH THAT FINALE WAS METAL MALA IS JUST SO METAL I LOVE DEFENDERS OF THE WING

2. If you listen closely you can hear TJ Miller in absolute hysterics in the recording booth

3. At this point in time Viggo only values Hiccup as being worth 1000 gold coins

4. I love Snotlout so much... Spitelout can go suck a bag of rocks

5. Oh fuck yes Dagur's back

6. Viggo throws a hissy fit and kisses a man and Toothless is willing to die just so Hiccup doesn't have to die alone (sobbing)

7. Everyone is high in this episode

8. "You didn't think after all we've been through I'd expose myself without some... added protection?"

9. Jumping into a volcano on purpose: The episode

10. Viggo takes a sip of water in this episode (very important)

11. It took Hiccup and Astrid over four years since their first kiss to officially start dating, but they finally did it and it was one of the best episodes in the whole show

12. Ryker has had enough

13. Viggo confesses his love for Hiccup and then fucking dies (or did he?)

Race to the Edge S5:

1. "The volcano on Dragon's Edge is a dormant volcano" THINK THE FUCK AGAIN, FISHLEGS

2. How the fuck did Gen Z: The Dragon get ahold of Viggo's sword?

3. Savage needs therapy

4. Snotlout's casual sexism almost gets him killed: Lesbian Island edition

5. If you've ever watched an elderly person try to escape a nursing home then you've seen this episode before. Just without as many bones and corpses

6. The Gays Are Back In Town ft. Gay Snotlout, Gay Fishlegs and Gay Viggo

7. "my city now" - Krogan

8. You cannot watch this episode and tell me that Viggo isn't in love with Hiccup

9. Krogan insulted Viggo's hobby and Viggo got mega salty about it

10. Astrid punches a dragon with poisonous scales and almost dies because Save Stormfly Make Anditode™, turns out she did this for no reason whatsoever because Stormfly Wasn't Dying

11. Tuffnut fakes his own death in order to make Ruffnut happy

12. Dagur not-so-casually finding his fathers dead body

13. Rage.

Race to the Edge S6:

1. My blood has never boiled so hard as it did watching this episode

2. Stoick gets played like a cheap kazzoo and regresses back to how he acted in HTTYD 1 out of sheer stress

3. THIS SHOW LOVES TO FORCE ROMANCES, DOESN'T IT?

4. Fishlegs can't believe that his ancestors were Dragon Hunters as if he wasn't once enrolled in Dragon Killing School

5. Nothing solves a sibling rivalry like teaming up to kill the annoying cousin

6. THIS EPISODE GOT AGE RESTRICTED ON NETFLIX BECAUSE ASTRID SHOOK HER TITS AT HICCUP AND DAGUR AND MALA HAVE A MUTUAL PAIN KINK

7. The twins are just. So ride or die for each other it's not even funny.

8. Viggo confesses his love for Hiccup and then fucking dies for real this time (Viggo fans start sobbing as The Winner Takes It All by ABBA starts playing in the distance)

9. Snotlout writes a book

10. What if the gang had never left Berk? What if Hiccup never shot down Toothless at the start of HTTYD 1? What if Spitelout actually loved his son?

11. Protecting an island filled with a bunch of dead dragons

12. The satisfied smirk on my face knowing what the characters don't

13. The most satisfying death in the history of mankind.

HTTYD 2:

Way to straight up ruin Hiccup's life, am I right?

HTTYD 3:

Ruining every character and spitting in the face of all that I love

Homecoming:

20 minutes of my life that I'll never get back

Snoggletog Log:

Half an hour of a fireplace and the wrong voice actors. This shit plays like a DVD menu.

#httyd #riders of berk #defenders of berk #race to the edge #httyd 2 #httyd 3 #long post #vigcup

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one-idea · 1 year ago

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Part 4 of the reverse strawhats

Master post

Part 1

Part 1/2

Part 2

Part 3

Again I’m not here in the anime so this will be bare bones until I get here.

But obviously Ace and the crew start to chase after Blackbeard and his crew. They don’t have that much of a head start on them. They might be able to intercept him before he gets Luffy to the government.

Or at least they could have if they had any way to track Luffy.

Olivia makes the educated guess that Luffy would be taken to Impel Down once the government has him. But to intercept before hand would be quite difficult. So back to the gates of justice they go.

Or they try.

They make it to water 7 to stock up. It’s a quick stop. Get materials needed. It’s not like the whole city isn’t full of allies who have stormed the world government with them before.

It’s at this time that Ace gets the official news. Monkey D Luffy is in the hands of the world government and is slated for execution. Reiju assures him they will get him back. She’s not letting him lose his younger brother to. (Ace is to upset to catch her wording but Kuina is not, though she smart enough to table that conversation for later)

Nojiko, Iceburg, and Olivia are working to map out the best plan into Impel down. Hirikul and Kaya are making sure they have enough medical supplies. They know this is going to be a hard fight. After all it was only three years ago they fought the world government for Olivia.

They are all ready to do whatever it takes to get Luffy. When Kuma arrives.

When Kuma arrives and separates the crew.

Ace is suddenly somewhere new and alone and he has no idea how close or far he is from Luffy but he has to get there. He has to get to him now! But how?

Meanwhile.

Luffy is not doing great but also can’t shut up and is charming everyone around him. He’s an innocent kid. He’s got grand dreams but he hasn’t hurt anyone yet. He’s surrounded by hardened criminals, a lot of whom have met, fought, and lost to his brother. Yet they can’t help but feel for this kid who’s here because the government wants to punish him for crimes that aren’t even his.

And some of them are starting to wonder. Is he really here because his dad is Dragon the revolutionary. Or is he here because of that achingly familiar strawhat, and its connection to one of the emperors of the sea.

#monkey d. luffy #one piece #one piece iceburg #reverse strawhat pirate au #straw hat pirates #portagas d. ace #one piece ace #fire fist ace #gol d. ace #shimotsuki kuina #vinsmoke reiju #nojiko #nico olvia #one piece kaya #dr hiriluk #shanks #red hair shanks

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happyely2 · 1 year ago

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Pairing: Portuguese D. Ace x Fem!Reader

Rating: 18+ | The rating will be red this time, so if you are a minor skip this reading or highlight your age in your bio.| sex scenes, cuddles, and much more very explicit.

Summary: 31 prompts for 31 days of October. Life on Moby Dick is always hectic and has become more so since Ace boarded this ship and became part of the family.

✒️Prompts taken from the contest (even if I don't participate) organized by the Italian Fanwriter page. I only translated the prompts into English, I hope you like it.✒️

🌊Writober PumpSea🌊 #day 1 - Ace

Ace is simply Ace.

Since you’ve known him, there hasn’t been a day when you haven’t discovered a new side to his character. Of course at first he was very wary, angry and wanted to kill Santa, but then you began to know him and since then you have not been able to help but be attracted to his light, just like a moth.

There are no terms to describe or re-enter it, Ace is funny, playful, carefree, strong, charismatic, warm, if it were a flower you would say it is a sunflower or a Hibiscus.

Despite his moments no Ace is sunny, loyal and ready to get involved when someone cares.

Ace is a whirlwind of emotions that burn your soul.

You wouldn’t have imagined all this coming from one guy.

Your love story started by chance, spending your free time together (or rather Barbabianca had asked you to keep an eye on him and maybe talk to him, since the girls have a good influence on the boys according to him and so it had been). Somehow you managed to penetrate that armor of distrust that Ace had wanted to erect, you began to talk to him unassuming - but he was never rude to you - and slowly made you get closer. A chat every now and then, a stolen laugh here and there, an exchange of jokes and a few attacks of narcolepsy that made him end up in the sea or on you and suddenly you found each other near the heart of the other, small, unpretentious gestures.

Ace became calmer and calmer, less quarrelsome and also very friendly with the whole crew, he was understanding that he could find in your wacky crew a family that would embrace him for what he was.

So when he joined the family you were over the moon, you didn’t believe he’d agreed - even though Dad was sure he would eventually.

You were the first person he said it to and out of emotion you hugged him hard, jumping around his neck, turning red the second after. But you started spending more time together talking about yourselves, sharing some missions together here and there, and fighting side by side.

Nothing to say that immediately after the betting started on the two of you, and Satch’s comment was what triggered it all: "God lose a room! That you’re undressing with your eyes." The commander of the fourth division was always direct and a gossip to death - even if you loved him very much - and maybe he did it to help you or just to spite you but the situation that created itself was unreal.

Dad laughed with taste - he was the worst gossip - the others who began to argue and point how long you would get together and Ace chased Satch all over the ship while you took refuge behind Marco to try to calm the beat of your heart. Luckily your big brother understood the situation and took you out with an excuse by glaring at anyone who dared to say something - although then the gossip is resumed once you went out - and told you not to worry, that everyone would be happy if you got together.

You didn’t sleep that night because of your heartbeat, and you were sure, even Ace wasn’t sleeping.

But Ace did not stray from you, indeed maybe you seemed to be even closer, more caring, more protective and with a more casual flirtation.

And you didn’t deny yourself all this, no. You wanted to live it slowly, savoring every single moment of that slow, silent courtship you started.

"Come to watch with me tonight?" A silent invitation to be close. Being a lookout was a task for you every now and then (although most of your siblings preferred to know that you were warm and safe, even though you knew how to defend yourself well) and Ace was always ready to keep you company. So the watch area was full of blankets (because the night was cold), thermos full of coffee to fight sleep, a good book to read in two and a pair of binoculars to look at the horizon. The nights on guard you spent chatting, reading and looking at the horizon, until the first rays of the sun, when Marco arrives to check if you were awake, a couple of times he caught you sleeping together, You wrapped in blankets and Ace hugging you to keep you warm. At least Marco was discreet in waking you, on the contrary Satch was tremendous (Izo had filmed him not a few times for this).

"You should know that our little sister is just starting out." Satch was too serious, so serious Ace had never seen him and did not expect such a conversation at that time at four in the morning inside Marco’s cabin.

He had been taken by the commander of the fourth division while on guard.

Izo had struck himself on the forehead with the exasperation of being involved in such a situation, Marco had raised his eyes to the sky because he did not even want to imagine the situation that would be created by them little and Ace had swallowed almost choking with his own saliva. He knew they were very protective of you, but not to that extent.

"So don’t you dare even think about getting your hands on her Ace! Do you understand?" Satch had become too apprehensive and protective as an older brother, as demonstrated by his iron grip on poor Ace. So he caught you guys hugging each other, it was just a simple hug. He was trying to explain it to Ace, trying not to choke.

"Just leave them alone." Said Izo as he hit him on the head and Ace nor take advantage to escape from the three, he was not ready for that kind of discussion, not with all three older brothers together.

Ace was running along the deck of the ship, Satch was on his tail, and to lose him he would have to come up with something soon.

"Ace, what’s all the fuss?" You asked seeing him come running and thinking the worst when he picked you up and put the turbo on. Only then did you see Satch running after you and you realized what had happened: "Quick turn right there is a closet that’s right for us." You told him to hold on tighter so you wouldn’t feel the sudden turn. You crawled into a closet and locked it up behind you.

"What did Satch tell you?!" You turned red, damn his big mouth, Ace held you tight to him, you were sitting on the ground, you between his legs. He told you what happened.

"I’m sorry, Ace." You said leaning more on him, you could feel his heartbeat, it was accelerating.

"So I’m your first experience?" He said it to break the tension that had created, Ace stroked your hair to give you a little 'peace of mind, he liked to caress your hair and play with it to make braids and hairstyles.

You nodded, leaning better against his chest, you couldn’t look him in the eye out of embarrassment, you would have preferred to tell him in person a little further, maybe and Satch had ruined everything.

Ace laughed softly and squeezed you in, whispering in your ear, "You are also my first experience." You opened your eyes wide in surprise, starting to stutter nonsense. It was impossible, no girl or woman could resist a boy like him.

And yet Ace has repeatedly confirmed it to you by smiling softly.

"You’re the only girl I��m interested in, but I don’t want to run and ruin anything." He told you to calm you down, and Ace was sincere enough to make your heart beat painfully.

"Really?" You asked timidly, to say you were red was to say little.

"Really." he replied, looking at you and smiling with that grin that made him even more adorable.

"So you want to move on?" That was a simple question, but knowing the answer would silence the buzzing in your ears.

"Only if you give me permission, Honey." Ace replied, becoming serious and staring into the eyes. He was really waiting for your permission before he did anything.

"Then you should kiss me." You said while leaning against her forearms to have a firmer position. You approached him slowly, almost afraid of doing something wrong, and it was Ace who filled the gap between you by putting his lips on yours.

It was a chaste and simple kiss, nothing more, no running. Just the two of you clinging to each other with hearts beating at the same time.

Then the closet suddenly opened and Ace fell backwards and you fell on him.

"Ace, what are you doing to our sister?" Satch was furious.

"What happened?" Izo stood next to you and helped you get up as Marco stared at your red cheeks.

You didn’t answer, you knew they’d figure it out eventually, and you ran to your room.

You left very early that day, White Beard had assigned you a fairly delicate task, spying and in case you destroy a Navy ship that seemed to have requisitioned a treasure that was on your own island.

So you packed a very fast backpack and left at dawn on Ace’s Striker. The navigation fortunately did not last long, you arrived in a few hours on the island and after hiding your boat you started looking for the marines and using the element of surprise you managed to knock them out and make them run away with their ship.

Fortunately, the treasure was still in place.

"What are you doing?" Ace had finished lighting the fire in your makeshift camp.

"I warn Dad and others that the mission was successful." You answered as you dialed the channel through which to communicate.

"Let’s do it later." Ace kindly took your transmitter and after making sure it wasn’t working he put it in your bag.

At first you didn’t understand, then you put together the pieces of the puzzle. You had a night to yourself, without having to worry about your intrusive companions.

"So what do we eat for dinner?" asked Ace ready to go and look into the food in the jungle.

"The marines have left their supplies ashore, look at the meat." You answered by taking him by the arm and dragging him into the shed, there were so many things you could cook.

"Satch taught you to cook well." Ace was lying on the sand you were sitting between him and the fire you had lit, the tent was not far from you.

"He’s a good big brother." You said playing with sand and making little circles on it. Suddenly the voice had died in your throat and you didn’t know what to say or what to talk about.

"Well, you took the Marines out with your Haki." You said turning to Ace, the guy got up, and now he was inches from your face.

A look, a grin and your lips are again resting on each other.

Ace had soft and warm lips and you almost instinctively tasted them moderating them a little, and he let you do it, taking advantage of it to taste you in turn. His big hands slipped on your hips to hold him and you jumped in place when you felt something hard near your groin.

"Is everything okay?" Ace sincerely worried about you and only after he realized he had gone a little too fast.

"Yes Ace is all right, just... I mean..." You stuttered and that was not the time to stutter, you took a deep breath: "Continue." You said with a thread of voice taking his hat and moving it on the sand.

Ace brought your hands back to your hips and brought you closer to him again, creating a friction between your groins that made you sigh to both of you. Both of you were red in your face and you felt your heart so strong that it looked like it was coming out of your chest.

You scratched his shoulder with your fingernails when the kiss you exchanged became more enterprising. His tongue was looking for yours and caressing it with a need you couldn’t describe. You feel like you’re burning up, which is why you’re holding on to him a little bit more by pulling on his black hair.

Ace smiled inside your kiss and his fingers left deeper marks on your hips.

You went away just to breathe.

Ace leaned against your forehead, shortness of breath, and his eyes fixed on yours.

A mute question to ask to continue.

You nodded as you detached a little from him to help him take off your top and bra. Ace struggled with the hook of the latter did not want to tear it from you and you laughed to then help him open.

"Wow." You bit your lip for that statement and you made a small groan when his hand cup closed on one of your breasts.

"Ace..." Your moan of pleasure made him go on tilt for a moment and then he began to touch you and taste you with his mouth. He bit one of your nipples gently, then started sucking on it, then saw that you liked it.

To say you felt warm was little, you were burning inside.

You scratched his shoulders as Ace continued down his kissing descent to your belly button. Ace bit you in that spot leaving a visible mark with his teeth and you pulled his hair.

He smiled at you and continued to kiss you as his hands tinkered with your skirt.

"If you want to stop, you have to tell me, Honey." You lost a heartbeat, it was so sweet and thoughtful.

"That’s okay, Ace, I trust you." You responded by stroking his freckled face.

One time you found yourself naked under him.

"You’re perfect." He said giving you a quick kiss on the side before crawling between your legs.

"Ace... wait I want..." The voice died in your throat when he separated your legs and kissed your center.

"Time to time Honey, let me do it for now." Ace gave you another kiss at that point that hurt you so much and they remain staring at you, he continued.

If before it was just a stroke now you could feel his hand going up and down between the lips of your sex, rubbing insistently your clitoris, you tried to plug your mouth to avoid screaming, but Ace prevented it.

His tongue crept into you as his hands harpooned at your hips to keep you from escaping.

And Ace was voracious, so voracious, he wouldn’t let you breathe.

And all that heat you were accumulating and bursting in one second when your body tensed like a violin string leaving you without energy while Ace tasted everything about you.

"You are so good." He told you while he was stroking your cheek, his face was still dirty you blushed but you kissed him again by flipping the positions.

"It’s up to me." And Ace let you do it, enjoying every inexperienced touch you made. You took off his red pearl necklace, and you kissed his neck.

The hips were his touchstone you noticed as you went down with your lips to his pelvis and so you had left a bite while your fingers traced the grooves of his muscles.

Then it was time for that damn vintage belt. You lost a few minutes, but in the end you succeeded and you almost died of embarrassment at the bulge you found waiting for you.

"Oh my God..." You sighed over his boxers.

"Second thoughts?" Ace stroked your face to look you in the eye.

"No one." You answered by removing the tissue from his boxers and letting his penis get hit by the fresh night air. His pants and boxers had reached your clothing.

"Don’t run and do what you feel like doing." He said as he pulled your hair out of your face.

The light of fire shone on her sculpted body creating intriguing plays of light and shadow that invited you to move on.

You took it in your hand, squeezing slowly and starting to feel the texture. It was hard, you observed Ace’s reactions to understand the movements and the speed to use and his moans pushed you to continue and try something else, so you didn’t think twice to lower yourself to taste it.

It was just a little licking, but Ace’s body tensed up like you did. The muscles in his abdomen tensed while you kept tasting it and then you took it all in one breath.

Ace called you by your name and squeezed your hair to get you back up.

"I was wrong..." You couldn’t even say the last word that Ace eagerly kissed you.

"No, no, you’re doing great, but I don’t want to end it now." He responded shortly after by bringing you under him and sticking a finger inside you.

"Ah... ah... Ace...." You held on to him as the speed at which he crept in increased.

He then kissed you to distract you as he aligned with your center. The world around you stopped existing when it stopped kissing and looked you in the eye.

You nodded with breathlessness.

The first impression was something that burned, burned so much and you closed your eyes and pointed your feet on the sand to look for something to anchor yourself to. Then Ace met resistance and fermented to try to calm his heart and his instincts, did not want to hurt you.

"Hold on a little longer, Love." He never called you that, and you nodded and shook his hand while he shook your side with the other.

Then he started pushing back into you slowly trying to stop himself from getting into one push and hurting you.

You both felt it the moment something inside you broke and your hips joined at one point. You cried out in pain, and Ace kissed you, and he wiped the tears in your eyes, and he kissed you distracted as he started to move inside you.

Push after push you started to respond, feeling that the pain left room for something new.

You were close to each other, the breaths labored and the looks charged with a new feeling.

"I love you." Two simple words you didn’t expect to hear.

"I love you too, Ace." You kissed him back.

Ace picked you up and took you to a hot spring you’d discovered in the day.

He brought you down and entered the water first: "It’s perfect come!" He told you by reaching out, you came up and sat at the edge on the smooth rocks dipping your legs, you still felt disoriented.

Ace approached you and kissed you again, then saw the blood between your legs, and his eyes kind of frowned.

"Ace..." You called him and gently taking his face in your hands and rubbing your noses: "Whatever you’re thinking, stop immediately." You said with a smile, your eyes were still shiny and you felt a little bit of pain in your groin, but you were fine, you were happy and you told him straight.

Ace calmed down a little and picked you up to get you into the hot spring.

Maybe it was the heat of the water, maybe it was Ace’s heartbeat but you fell asleep in his arms, happy, a little sore but immensely happy to be there with him.

"But where are those two ends!" That voice was too familiar to you.

"Ace..." You said in your sleep clutching at him, and in response, you received a grunt and two arms clutching you even more.

"I found the tent! Satch come here!" The figure of Izo had appeared above you two.

"What happened in here?!" Satch had arrived in no time and without wasting time had opened the tent without even the slightest warning.

The sunlight hit you both forcing you to wake up, you shook the blanket with one arm as Ace stood up before you and rubbing your eyes he asked, "What’s going on guys is too soon."

"Too soon?! It’s past noon and you two haven’t given us any news since yesterday! Wretches!" Satch was furious.

"We went down to find out what you were doing." Marco had appeared next to Satch and was looking at you from head to toe.

You got up shortly afterwards, holding the blanket tightly to your breast and only then did you realize what was going to happen.

"Is that a hickey?"

"Where are your clothes?"

"What are those scratches?"

"What did you do last night?"

You had suddenly turned red and hoped that no one would understand the situation. But it was your older brothers you were talking about. You had no hope.

Izo sat next to you and grabbed you by the back, he’d already figured it out.

Marco and Satch made a few seconds later and Ace realized he had to run if he didn’t want to be killed at that moment. And then the chase started, Ace in boxer shorts running along the beach to outrun the two men.

"So how was it?" Izo’s question threw you.

"IZO!" You said while you were looking for a change to go help Ace.

"Don’t worry, they won’t kill him... maybe, but I want the details."

#one piece #portgas ace smut #ace smut #one piece x reader #portgas d ace #portugas d ace #ace x reader #portgas d ace x reader #one piece ace #ace x oc #portgas ace x you #smut #portgas d ace smut #Happy_Ely🪷#ace op #happy_ely🪷#writober2023 #PumpSea

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mlem2460 · 7 months ago

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EAHF:

switched at birth au & y it ADDS to the story instead of taking away fr it

1) i get y people dont like the 'apple & raven being switched at birth' reveal undermining their whole stances on the storybook & their destinies cause that WOULD BE redundant & a terrible execution HOWEVER

2) think of the ✨possibilities✨

3) of the absolute ABUNDANCE OF ARCS available to all after the reveal

raven's frustration at everyone FINALLY believing she can be good, but only because they are ONCE AGAIN reducing her to her BIOLOGY rather than her actual character n struggling the keep her stance for choice over destiny & running the risk of rejecting the acceptance that she's been chasing being within her reach for all the wrong reasons, (extra spice for having to face resentment from some rebels for her new storybook happy ever after & no longer being encouraged to have outbursts but expected to have the emotional intelligence of a white after being partially raised by the most deranged queen in history)

apple being left by so many royals (not all tho, be fr) for being 'evil' & not knowing if she should be upset cause yes: they're supposed to friends, but no: they are following their destinies as they should, but yes: if she's supposed to be evil now resentment is good-but in an evil way? cue a jekle&hyde level of seconded guessing & doubt because she was raised to be good & she has strived to be kind everyday of her life but now she has to be evil to follow her destiny & oh this feels horrible, should she apologize to raven for the pressure she placed on her?, but no she's evil now and she shouldn't apologize for anything ever, but she feels horrible, but if she's evil is she supposed to feel horrible?, or should it feel good to do bad?, what does she do??

royals having to decide if they're more committed to being good friends or following their destinies

rebels having to decide if they want their leader to sign for a happy ending most of them dont get, resent her for that same ending, or pressure her into staying a rebel the same way the were pressured to follow their destinies

dexter panicking cause yeah! raven is amazing & everyone should see it, but oh gosh pls dont let daring be her prince that would be too much, but he wasnt supposed to be prince charming either?!?

briar struggling to support her friend (cause obv she not abandoning apple) but not knowing how to help apple in her struggle to try to stick to being a royal as the new evil queen when she herself is a rebel

maddie being 10 toes down for her bestie since day one & accidentally wreaking havoc on royals who cant actually be mad cause that's the mad hatters daughter & trying to make her conform would encourage rebel ideals of going against ones destiny but HOW IS THE TEA ROOM UPSIDE DOWN & THE GOWNS OH FOR THE LOVE O-

royals, sidekicks, henchmen, villagers, etc all across the kingdom now having concerns about children whos traits dont line up with their parents or whatever else

i personally hope grimm has an aneurism

it's easy to say the evil queen switched them for sh*ts n giggles & thats fun for its own reasons BUT what about the infinite possibilities of other culprits??? snow white sees her daughter has dark magic? switched. whoever ravins dad is tryna get back at the evil queen? switched. random bumbling henchman/sidekick doing a lil whoopsie? switched. concerned citizen tries to keep innocent child fr the evil queen & the delirious post-labour evil queen tries to take back her child? switched. jealous ex-lover or bitter sidelined sibling/relative? switched. magic? switched. hotel? trivago switched.

A N D every characters stance, feelings, etc are changed depending on how & y the switch even happened in the first place

In Conclusion:

don't let this au flop because of poor execution

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tkachuktkaching · 1 year ago

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Matthew and Brady on @ The Rink Podcast

Most of what they said bits of it has already come out in previous articles a few weeks back

Brady discussed his summer wedding, his excitement going into the season, the growth of his team and what he learned watching Matthew and the Panthers go on their run to the Stanley Cup Final last season.

Brady : "Just to see the every-day grind of taking care of himself, making sure he's ready for the game, and just as a leader too, taking care of yourself so you're able to demand from the rest because you're doing it right," he said. "I'm definitely ready and hopefully it'll be me in the playoffs soon.

"Seeing what he did created a lot of motivation for me over the summer."

Matthew discussed the broken sternum he sustained during the Stanley Cup Final and the pain he was in, the help he got from his brother at that time, Brady's bachelor party in Miami, and feeling a different vibe in the South Florida market after last season.

"Very different," Matthew said. "A lot more buzz. There's a lot of buzz around every sports team. It's turning into a sports crazy town and that makes it fun. [Soccer star Lionel] Messi coming in makes that much more buzz. The past few years the Dolphins have been great. What us and the Heat did last year really gave a lot of traction for us as a hockey team. So it's pretty cool." via NHL.COM

Listen to Brady from 16.04 Matthew from 40.30

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A few added things from Matthew's interview on the podcast some of which we've already heard & posted previously but included here for anyone that missed it first time round.

His injury allowed him to work on his strength & conditioning.

He wishes there was no social media after all the wedding stuff posted online, his family like to have a good time at weddings and doesn't know where people get this stuff (footage that goes viral).

Things Brady is better at than him: a better shot, video games & being a all round better human being than him (but he'll work on that!), Matthew says he himself is a ball buster, Matthew takes the bragging rights when it comes to Golf though he says his Dad is better at chirping and more witty & more funny than him & thinks his dad's game was underappreciated & underrated at the time he played, people realise from Matthew & Brady's game style how good & valuable he was and his dad gets belated recognition which he appreciates.

Says Brady's bachelor party in Miami took a few years off his life!

His summer consisted of the trip to Nashville for the player Awards, laying around in the hotel doing nothing, Bachelor parties, four weddings, and a trip to Montana in August, though he hasn't really done much of anything over the last month.

The Blood vessels and stuff were the the scary part of his injury at the time and half his body felt like it was out here, he knew something wasn't right, he didn't know what it was at the time, until they did his tests the next day. He was in the most pain after winning game three the overtime win. But now he's all good.

It was doctors who gave him the go ahead to do what he could to play just one last game. Despite the serious nature of his injury he would do it all over again if he had the chance.

He's excited to get going for camp & the new season though mentions the missing guys until around Christmas will be a tough ask (Montour & Ekblad) he feels The Panthers have more depth especially with the D this year.

Calls Alex Lyon The Lyon King & Big praise for his (Lyon) & Bob's heroics. How they had to play with only six D & two Goalies with Knight's absence last year.

The goal is to again make the playoffs, and be in the mix he wants to get of to a good start and how it sucks to have to chase for a spot like they had last year.

The Allstar was a good jump start because the Panthers weren't doing well as a team at that point which created a buzz that carried on leading on the cup run.

#matthew tkachuk #brady tkachuk #nhl #podcast recap #florida panthers #ottawa senators #tkachuks #Spotify

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rqgnarok · 1 year ago

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catalogue - sam wilson

fandom: marvel, the falcon & the winter soldier

wc: 4,368

warnings: implied smut, mentions of injuries and scars, blood and bruises. neutral pronouns, no use of (y/n).

summary: you and sam don’t get to see each other often, but when you do, there’s a ritual you insist on going through to deal with your time apart.

masterlist / ao3 / ko-fi

You’re a sight for Sam’s sore eyes.

He hasn’t seen you in over six months. It’s an occupational hazard, he knows, but it’s the worst. Being the Falcon made his personal life take a step back in his list of priorities, and becoming Captain America meant setting the list on fire and declaring Sam Wilson’s downtime practically nonexistent. As far as he’s aware, Sarah and the boys are the only exceptions to the rule.

It’s not all on him. You’re an Avenger, too, even if you’re semi-retired. Semi, because the new kids still look for guidance as much as they can and you still keep a room at the Avengers compound because of it, even if scarcely decorated.

You make your entrance by scaring the shit out of him because of course, you have to.

“Is this what you call watching your six?”

Sam puffs out a sound between a scoff and a laugh. It’s always an interesting mix of emotions with you, Sam has never felt so safe and yet unbalanced than when he’s in your presence. It creates a sort of vacuum in his belly that has him feeling like a kid with a crush, but he’ll die before he ever admits that to anyone. Especially you.

“You know you don’t have to sneak up on me every time.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” you quip, raising your brows and extending a hand that Sam takes to haul himself back on his feet. You click your tongue. “Gotta say, though, it’s a little less charming now that you’re Captain America. Where does that leave national security?”

Sam rolls his eyes so hard he’s about to give himself a headache, dusting off his ass and giving you a quick once-over, taking advantage of your sudden closeness to do so freely. “Thank Jesus the world still has you, then.”

“Only half time,” you shrug, unaware that Sam knows you’ve spent more time at the Avengers compound than your own apartment lately. If he has a few eyes that check up on you when you’re there, well. It’s only cause he worries. “You and Barnes playing in the Big Leagues leaves a lot of unfinished business for little guys like us.”

“Says the little guy who’s been to space,” Sam uses the same argument he always does when you try to downplay your importance in the job you do. It��s like a script, these meetings of yours, always under the excuse of responsibility until it’s not– until the conversation flows into what Sam has been aching for since the last time he saw you.

You roll your eyes like he knew you would. You’ve been an Avenger since before they had the name for it, so if anyone deserves the semi-retirement, Sam concedes, it’s gotta be you. He won’t pretend it won’t be a big hit when you choose to walk away completely, though. Whether that’s to the business or Sam’s life, well. That’s another conversation.

He misses you. It’s hardly a crime.

“And they’ve still got us doing intel like we’re rookies,” you shrug, lessening your significance anyway. As if you weren’t up there in the cosmos chasing after freaking Thanos, but Sam won’t argue with you about this. You already spend so little time together to waste it building conflicts between you.

“Please,” Sam’s a professional, so he doesn’t make a bitchface and say girl with disbelief coating his tone, but judging from the amusement that glints in your eyes, you read through the lines with ease. “Like we’d let the children anywhere near this.”

“Okay, Dad,” you snort. “How are Torres and Barnes anyway?”

“The kid and his grandpa are fine,” he goes for annoyed but his grin is boyish and unrestrained. “Jealous they weren’t authorized to drop by. This is practically a vacation, you know.”

You shake your head, but all in good fun. “If your bosses have you thinking that then you desperately need some real downtime.”

“This is as close as it gets, these days.”

Torres had flown him all the way to Switzerland just so Sam could go and spend a few weeks in a rustic, semi-abandoned town on the outskirts of the city where an old SHIELD safehouse still stood against all odds.

Why he had to go to the other side of the world for some intel, he asked and got no answer. Now it comes to mind how he has no idea where you– his contact– have been stationed lately nor what kind of work you’ve been pulling for whoever it is you answer to these days.

You don’t tell him about it, and he’s quit on trying to ask. Whether it’s because you don’t think he’ll approve of what you’re doing or because it’s strictly classified, Sam doesn’t know.

“Blink twice if they’re holding you hostage,” you say in all seriousness, and he peels his eyes at you without blinking, getting close to your face. You laugh, pushing him away. “Alright, alright, I get it. You’re one with the nation. Let me show you these files and see what Mr. America makes of ‘em.”

The physical files you actually bring with you are minimal, and most of the data you’ve been ordered to skim through is kept in a USB you hand to Sam as soon as the coffee has kicked in. Neither of you are exactly sure what it is you’re looking for so you’re stuck in the studio of the tiny, look-at-me-wrong-and-I’ll-crumble safe house for over three whole days before you finally start gathering some worthy intel.

“I was told we’d known when we found it,” you shrug, not visibly bothered by the fact that you’ve most likely been sent on a wild goose chase. “Or if we didn’t. We might go back empty-handed after all.”

It’s not encouraging but it’s what you’ve got, even if Sam isn’t sure he’s able to be out of commission for that long. He’s realized people get antsy when Captain America isn’t seen somewhere in the world after a few days, but despite how hard he tries he’s not able to be in two places at once.

“Yet,” he tells you when you take a food break and you allow him to rant about these troubles. “Haven’t figured it out yet, but Steve kind of managed it after a few years, right?”

“Steve was superhuman,” you remind him helpfully behind your coffee cup. You’d found some old whiskey at the back of a cabinet and doused your drink with it, so you make a face when it goes down.

“You don’t think I’m super?”

“I think you’re something, alright.”

“Aw. That was almost a compliment.”

“Can’t let it get to your head, hotshot. Ego’s already too big for your body.”

It’s so fucking domestic Sam feels the ache of it in his teeth. You, sitting at the table in your tiny kitchen while he sits on the counter, each drinking your coffee how you like it as the sun sets through the window above the sink. Talking for hours until you realize you’re practically sitting in the dark as the afternoon flew by while you were taken with each other’s company.

But then you go back to looking at intel until your eyes are burning and you excuse yourself to pass out on the couch. You do it almost half an hour to the dot before Sam gives up himself, and he’s pretty sure you know enough of his tells to know when he’s getting tired and make an early escape so he doesn’t take the couch himself.

“You take the bed,” he’d offered the first night, having a little trouble not making it sound like an order. By how you’d raised your eyebrow, he’d failed by a mile. “God knows where you’re sleeping these days. It’s the least I can do after dragging you all the way out here.”

“You’re the one who keeps saying he’s on vacation,” you take your bags from his hands and drop them unceremoniously on the coffee table, marking the living room territory as yours. “And I’m sure the US government will kill me if I bring you back with a fucked up back.”

He almost suggested you could share. You have before, both out of necessity and leisure, but Sam’s sure that topic’s on the list of Things Not To Talk To You About. It might be the first one up there, in all caps and underlined with bright red.

Sam has both held you down to fuck your brains out and held your bleeding body in his hands, pressing against a gunshot wound to keep blood flow to a minimum. It’s a fucked up type of intimacy he doesn’t share with anyone else, but he’s still hesitant to bring it up. Somehow both events keep happening whether he intends for them or not.

It’s like he’s waiting for the shoe to drop, and it finally does on the fifth day of your assignment.

You ultimately get a lead from the USB. It guides you to search for a random code you insist it’s on a file you’d read through already. You make a noise of victory under your breath when you spot it across the table and when you shift to reach for it, your breath hitches.

It’s a quiet thing Sam wouldn’t be able to acknowledge if he weren’t good at his job, but he is.

“What is it?” he asks, suddenly alert, fingers twitching with the urge to hover over you worriedly. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” you shake your head. Whatever shadow of hesitance had fallen over you is pulled back into place, tucked away for Sam to blissfully ignore.

You both know that shit won’t fly, but Sam thinks it’s cute you try anyway.

He stares at you and you avoid his eye long enough, face buried in the file, to know you know he’s noticed. It’s a silent request to let it pass.

Tough fucking luck. Sam calls your name, admonishing.

“Sam,” you say right back at him in the same tone, still not looking at him. Sam grinds his teeth in annoyance, jaw tight.

“Are you hurt?”

You shake your head. “I’m fine. You know how it is.”

It’s not a no.

“I do know,” Sam agrees, but his mood’s a short fuse. “Are you grounded? Is that why you’re here? Because you’re hurt?”

Fucking jackpot. You exhale through your nose and tighten your jaw at the question but refuse to answer. You’re a couple of feet apart, divided by the desk filled with files and information, but somehow this is the closest he’s felt to you since you got here.

You’d been hiding something since the beginning; taking the couch when you could’ve been sharing the bed from the start, touching him less than usual so things wouldn’t go further, and moving around the house with rigid, calculated movements.

“Manning the desk,” he says with a little too much bite, and he can physically watch your hackles rise; the annoyance in your eyes when they finally meet his, the biting of your cheek to stop yourself from rising to his sudden passive-aggressive hostility. “Handing me files, giving me intel. You’re flying halfway across the world to keep yourself out of the field.”

“Sam,” you say through gritted teeth.

“You’re hurt,” he replies, not a question, nodding at your torso. It’s all suddenly painstakingly clear, the past week flashing through his mind like a movie from a different point of view. “And you’re hiding it from me, for some reason.”

“Is that all, Captain?” you ask, creating distance with the use of his new title in a way he despises and you know he does. You’re good at that, finding where it hurts and pressing methodically until the skin gives. Sam’s just not used to the trick being used on him. “Or is there something else about my person that you’ve figured out and have yet to enlighten me about?”

“Let me see,” he ignores you. It's easier than trying to match your level of cruel cleverness. He stands to cross over to your side of the desk, staring down at you expectantly with arms crossed. “Come on, show me.”

“No,” you deadpan, but the way you wrap your arms carefully around yourself shows the defensiveness underneath your nonchalance. “Sam, come on, what the hell are you doing?”

“If you’re not hurt, then show me,” he insists but doesn’t reach to touch you without your permission. It’s a line he won’t cross.

“Is that an order, sir?” you snap.

“I’m not your superior,” he replies, even though he is, technically, but not when you’re alone. Not when you’re hurt. “I’m your friend. And right now my friend is in pain, I’d like to be able to do something about it.”

“Like what?” you ask, and it’s as exhausted as it is conflictive. Thunder rumbles outside the house and inside Sam’s chest, two storms coming in. “Huh, Sam? What are you gonna do? It’s part of the damned job. Don’t tell me you’re injury-free right now.”

Sam isn’t. Both old and newer scars put a heaviness on his body he’s not supposed to carry, but he’s not the one hiding right now.

“I can hold you,” he offers and watches the way you look away, imagining the sting in your eyes as they glisten with sudden tears. You very visibly refuse to shed them, tightening your jaw and passing saliva like it’s gravel. “If you’d let me. Let’s not pretend we haven’t done it before.”

“It’s different now.”

“Why?” he wonders, brow furrowing. He does his best to relax his stance and reaches to touch your tight fists where they lay on your lap. With his fingertips barely there on your skin, the tension bleeds out of them like magic almost against your will. “Because I’m Captain America? Because you won’t tell me where you’re stationed half the time?”

“It’s–”

“Classified,” he finishes for you, unmoved. “But you’re still you, and I’m still me. As far as I’m aware, that doesn’t change a damned thing.”

You close your eyes like the words pain you, resolve crumbling right before Sam’s eyes. “I don’t wanna fight with you.”

“Then don’t,” from Sam’s perspective, it’s as simple as that. “Let me see. Let me be with you, please. The last week has been torture.”

You let out a breath of a laugh that’s a little too miserable. “You’re telling me,” you say, and the slope of your shoulders falls from its tense, defensive curve. Sam takes it as the green light it is.

You stand straighter as he kneels in front of you, his hands hovering over the hem of your shirt. He looks to you for permission and you give him a tight nod, staring at the wall instead of him, gulping down your anxieties.

Sam’s breath catches when he lifts your shirt and sees your torso, skin showered in black, blue, purple, and green bruises. “Jesus.”

“It’s worse than it looks,” you say automatically. Sam can’t see how that’s true. It looks like it hurts to even breathe, it’s unbelievable how you were able to hide it from him for so long. “Nothing’s broken, I swear.”

“What the hell happened?” he asks even if he knows you can’t– or won’t– answer. You sigh, and he watches blemished skin shake with the effort it takes.

“I’m alright,” you say instead of the answer he wants, but your voice has softened and lost all fight response. It’s the most vulnerable you’ve been with him since you arrived and it has nothing to do with showing your skin. “Hey, I’m okay. That assignment’s over for good. I’m not going back there, I promise.”

The sigh of relief Sam lets out is shaky and doesn’t relinquish all the tension he’s been carrying. The possibilities of what must’ve happened are gonna haunt him long after this mission’s over.

“I hate it,” he says, and he knows you know what he means. Not knowing where you are, spending more than half the year apart with zero contact, this unease between you that doesn’t let you be honest.

You say, tired. “I know. Sam–”

Sam isn’t touching you– not yet. He’s careful so there’s no skin-to-skin contact, and you look at him with guarded eyes when he lowers your shirt back into place, standing up and towering over you.

“What?”

You breathe air out of your nose, frustrated. “You know.”

A beat. “You sure?” he says, as plainly as he can with the tension that’s grown between you pulling him forward.

“Yes.”

He hums.

“Oh. You gonna let me touch you now, then?” he asks, still under the excuse of medical purposes only. But Sam can’t help the way his voice deepens, molten like honey. His eyes trail over skin that isn’t blemished: the curve of your neck, the lines of your arms, the slope of your fingers.

You shiver under the attention, helpless to hide such a reaction to his voice. “Mmm? Honey?”

“Fuck you,” you say automatically, already opening your legs slightly for Sam to slip in between them, reaching for your jaw. You close your eyes at the touch, sighing away whatever tension remained in you.

You’re too fucking easy, despite the fight you insisted on going through before letting yourself be touched, and something in Sam’s belly tightens at the idea of it being just for him.

Sam’s hands remain on your jaw and throat as he tilts your head up for a kiss, slow and deep, lingering. It’s not long before you open up for him, his tongue sliding into your mouth like it was always meant to be there, coaxing a whine from you while you search for steadiness and settle your hands on his belt. Not pulling, not searching for more– not yet– but keeping him close.

The storm comes and goes and the files in the studio remain forgotten. Sam finally gets you on the bed and, better yet, with him in it.

He’s a little too careful, hands cupping your ribs with extreme caution after finally getting rid of your shirt for good and laying you down against the sheets. You roll your eyes fondly and grab onto his wrists to direct him where you want him.

He doesn’t complain as he takes your directions. The man will greedily take anything you give him in calloused, expert hands as he does his best to pull sounds out of you that are music to his ears.

After it’s over, you both lay in bed, naked and breathless. You find a new scar on him and trace the ragged line of skin gently with your fingertip, touch featherlight, almost nonexistent. It’s been over half a year since you last did this, but only a couple of months since he got himself injured and stitched up by Bucky in the Brazilian jungle. “This one’s new.”

It had been a quick job, good enough considering the circumstances, which is to say Sam now has an ugly, uneven scar a couple of inches above his hipbone that saved him from bleeding out on his partner.

The memory holds no gentleness, but your fingers do. The haze of his previous orgasm leaves Sam pliant under your touch, melted against the sheets and uncaring of your scrutiny. “Barnes?”

Sam makes an affirmative noise, a valid enough question since sometimes he’s admitted to doing patchwork on himself for the sake of the mission, uncaring of how bad it hurts as long as it’s quick and efficient.

“Did it hurt?”

“Like hell,” he admits, feeling safe enough to do so in the cocoon you’ve built for yourselves. Sam runs a hand up and down your naked back as if trying to soothe the brunt of the memory. “Did the job, though. Got us out alive.”

At that, you lean to kiss the skin, only slipping a bit of tongue into it. Sam sighs, ignoring the prick of discomfort that’s trying to crawl up his spine and leaning towards the softer, more tender sentiment that takes over him whenever you get like this. It’s not easy for him to accept such gentleness, to let himself be cared for and lay there, unable to give something back.

He will, in a minute. But he knows you like him like this, and that alone pins him down in his place to let you work. It’d be hypocritical of him, he thinks as his hips twitch with renowned interest, to not let you fret after him when his own worry is what got you here in the first place.

After you’re satisfied, you trail the path Sam’s grown accustomed to, the very same you follow every time you sleep together after a terribly long amount of time:

The knife scar under his pec from when they were chasing after Bucky, still the Winter Solider, superficial enough not to have caused concern at the time. The mark from when he got his appendix out, thinking nothing of the stabbing aches to his belly until he was doubling over in his bed and waking up half his platoon as he retched in the bathroom.

The dot on his finger where Riley accidentally stabbed him with a pencil once, sleep deprived and with two shots of whiskey on him. The wound had healed with ease but the mark made a permanent home on his skin, barely visible unless you leaned in close enough to look for it.

The scab on his knee from falling off his bike when he was six. Sarah had screeched bloody murder until their parents came out of the house to see what all the fuss was about. The scar left behind by a bullet on his right shoulder during his second tour in Afghanistan.

The cut on his lip he got shaving for the first time is always last on your list. Sam has long stopped calling you out on it, how convenient it was that the cataloging of his scars always ended with a thorough, slow kiss to his mouth that usually bloomed into a second round.

He found that you got skittish when he did so, pulling back into yourself and laying tensely in bed for a couple more minutes before you started looking around for your clothes, called out.

Now Sam only cups your jaw, tugs a little so it opens your mouth and he can slip in his tongue and steal a taste of your sigh. He wants you like this for as long as possible; vulnerable, unguarded, desperate to touch him and be touched back. Safe enough to know that you never have to ask for something he wants to give you so willingly.

You always forget. The second you meet again, you have to start the whole dance over. Fish for excuses to meet each other in the middle, hoping for new scars to lengthen your time together.

Sam isn’t a masochist by any means, and he’s not an adrenaline junkie asshat who chases the danger just to have proof on his skin that he can take all the grievances life throws at him.

But. But–

“We’re alright,” you say against his mouth, body warm and seeking on top of his. He’s mindful of your injuries but can’t help himself, the urge to touch you overrules any other instinct he owns. It makes him weak, on the field, but happy off of it. “Aren’t we? We’re gonna be alright.”

“‘Course we are, honey,” his southern charm pops out and you’re both parts equally pleased and unamused, a funny expression on your face that has him laughing as he cups the back of your neck to bring you in for another kiss. “What? What’s with the face?”

“Nothin’, pumpkin,” you imitate his accent and Sam focuses his ministrations on your jaw and neck, trying to get you to break character. “We’re gonna be just fine, sugar plum. You’re sure lookin’ very pretty tonight, peach fuzz.”

Sam splutters out a laugh. “Peach fuzz?”

“That’s what you sound like!”

“See if I ever call you something nice ever again.”

“You can’t resist me,” you say seriously, though a smile keeps trying to break your facade. “You literally lasted five days before taking me to bed. That’s on being weak, Wilson.”

“Some might say it’s a world record for me, baby,” he says, poking at your face until you show teeth, happy and at ease in his arms. “The six months before that were a little bit of a stretch, too.”

Your mood dampens a little but Sam won’t let it, nudging his nose against yours to catch your attention again. “Hey. What did I just say? We’re gonna be alright. Five days, six months, five years, it’s nothing. They mean shit when I get to see you again.”

The mention of the Snap unguards you further. He’d been gone while you tried to keep your life together, ignoring the Sam-shaped void in your surroundings. The first time you got together after he came back had been tainted by the grief of losing three of the best people you’d ever known, and he’d done his own reconnaissance of your skin as he took in new scars, new hurts that had happened and healed while he was gone.

You smile again, but it’s softer, fonder, a tender tilt of the lips for the man you managed to find in this chaotic line of work that became your whole life.

In another five days, you’ll once more be on opposite ends of the world without any idea of when you’ll see each other again or what new marks you’ll have on your skin that describe your time apart. You haven’t even put a name to this– this relationship that both of you are still too hesitant to define as such, but that’s okay.

It’s okay. It’s more than enough. The path of scars will be there to take when you meet again, permanent proof that you’ve survived to find the way to each other over and over and over again. The map that leads to you, every goddamn time.

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hi!!!

hope you like this one! i’ve been putting this fic on the back burner for almost a month now, but i’m so glad to finally have finished it! i hope to put out the tommy miller sequel for dial drunk next week before school starts :)

thank you for reading, liking, reblogging, commenting, etc.!

#sam wilson x reader #sam wilson #anthony mackie #marvel fanfic #reader insert #captain america x reader #captain america and the winter soldier #catws #bucky barnes #sebastian stan #joaquin torres #danny ramirez #falcon x reader #leo writes #sarah wilson #tfatws #the falcon and the winter soldier

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starsurface · 8 months ago

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Hello!! Can I request HCs or a fic of CG!Rain & CG!Havik with Little!Reiko? (specifically toddler/babyspace...... just a small little one 🥺)

Sorry I'm requesting again hshsh, please take your time with all the requests & remember to take care of yourself! 😊

-🦈

Hi!!! Oh Darling, don't you worry about 'requesting too much' or 'requesting again', alright? I love taking requests, and I love receiving new ones. I'll make sure to take care of myself. <3

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

CG Rain & Havik w/ Babyspace Regressor Reiko Hcs

💧 I love this friendship trio <3

🫀 When they’re all big it’s “This would be fun”, “Lemme ask my Dad”, and “You idiots will be the death of me”

🗡️ But when Reiko’s tiny? “This would be super fun!!” “I wanna do it too!!” “. . . Do NOT touch that scorpion- Havik what are you thinking?!”

💧 Rain’s a killjoy because he has to be Mama Bear most times 🙄 (and make sure Havik doesn’t accidentally get Reiko hurt)

🫀 ^ Havik doesn’t necessarily get Reiko hurt on purpose, most times it is a complete accident

🗡️ Like who could run faster for ice cream? He didn’t know Reiko could fall and scrape his knee!! D: (The scorpion touching was a joke, Havik understands that Reiko could seriosuly get hurt by that)

💧 Also, if you ask Reiko, he totally didn’t cry at his knee scrapes, he was a big boy about it

🫀 . . . Ask the other two, and they’d call him a lier, but whatever 😮‍💨

🗡️ Reiko is a very energetic toddler most times, wanting to run around or play

💧 Most times, Havik will watch him while Rain ‘supervises’

🫀 He’ll let Havik and Reiko quietly giggle and talk about who they’re going to prank, or how they’re going to sneak some cookies

🗡️ By quietly, I mean Reiko’s talking kinda loudly, but Rain ‘ignores’ it because he’s giggling about it and Rain likes hearing Reiko be all happy

💧 That doesn’t mean he won’t bust them though, Reiko’s been told three times no more cookies till after dinner, and he’s not going to get his way

🫀 . . . Or until Havik does sneak some behind Rain’s back and gives one to a pouty Reiko (don’t tell Rain, he doesn’t neeeeeeed to know 👀)

🗡️ Baby Reiko is a little less energetic, but just as chaotic

💧 Rain will usually hold him, cuddling on the couch as Reiko tries to squirm so he can crawl away and go knock something over

🫀 ^ Not that Rain will let him, because he’s a big meanie >:(

🗡️ Havik will give tiny Reiko piggyback rides, and Rieko adores it

💧 Sometimes they’ll chase Rain around the castle too!! >:3 (Rain’s cool with it, it’s a game of tag basically, and Reiko wanted to be involved)

🫀 On more quieter little days, both CGs are very content with just laying and cuddling in bed, which their baby is also very happy about

🗡️ Sometimes Rain will do a magic show!! Which captures both Reiko’s and Havik’s awes

💧 Rain does have to put his foot down more than Havik does

🫀 Havik doesn’t believe in rules or punishments, why can’t they just have fun?

🗡️ Reiko likes the order Rain brings, but also the carefree Havik tries to establish (also Havik’s gotten him out of trouble a lot, and Rain’s gotten him a rule list that he does like to follow)

💧 Havik doesn’t do titles 🙄

🫀 But his main CG nickname is Dada or Bubba

🗡️ And Rain’s nickname is Fishy or Mama

💧 Rain was a bit surprised at the nickname at first, but quickly fell in love with it (Reiko only calls him it when he’s really tiny or sleepy)

🫀 Reiko gets many nicknames!! Little Heart, Rascal, Squishy, Precious, Little One, Sweetheart

🗡️ Reiko might really like to try and act independent (running away to go ‘play by himself’, insisting he can tie his own shoes or do his own coat, play with big kid toys like toy swords) but he’s also incredibly clingy, especially toddler Reiko

💧 He’ll quickly run back to Havik, claiming that he just doesn’t wanna play alone anymore and now wants cuddles, which Havik is happy to give

🫀 Or he’ll cuddle up to Rain’s side, letting Rain rant about some magic book he was studying

🗡️ ^ Havik will cuddle up too, Rain swears he has two babies on his hands 🙄

💧 Reiko’s a talker, but not a talker

🫀 He’ll rant Rain’s ears off while he tells him about what games Havik and him played, but his sentences aren’t complete, and it’s a bunch of words all jumbled together (this is mostly toddler Reiko)

🗡️ I mentioned in my Little Reiko w/ CG Rain Hcs that Reiko will scream for things he wants because he finds it funny

💧 Havik’s in full support!! Reiko’s in babyspace when he does it, Rain, he means no harm!! :D

🫀 Rain, however, likes his ear drums, but all Reiko does is giggle when he crosses his arms . . . Cutie

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

Sorry about the late posts!! Realized I haven't updated my AO3 in like, a month and wanted to post there. <3

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judging-films-of-all-kinds · 3 months ago

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Transformers: Revenge of The Fallen

I haven’t seen this one a long time, but I remember it better than the first one

Optimus is back in the intro

“Our worlds have met before.” Not haunting at all

That title was quick and smooth!

“Suck my popsicle!” Hahah nice

“His here. I smell him.” I wonder how that works

OH THAT IS A BIG ONE Lol the twins really are brothers

“Man I’m good.” Yes you are Irionhide

OPTIMUS PRIME HERE WITH THE SICK LANDING

“Pull over!” …. Lol Optimus thank you for keeping your sense of humor

“You’ll learn that in college too.” Sir what else did you learn?

Wow… They really made her sit like that to paint the bike. Taking points from that

Love how they show the symbols being planted into Sam’s brain. That is really cool

Oh great, the blender is alive. Just what we need! Wait… did they just-? They did! Omg the adult jokes in this movie XD

And they just fixed the yard too! Poor Bee just wanting to help

“I want a pool and hot tube! I’m going to skinny dip and you can’t say shit!” Starting to think someone was a bit wild back in her day lol

“You are an autobot! You shouldn't be living in my dad’s garage. You are suffocating.” Awww Sam

….. Huh okay not expectating Sam to touch Bee’s chin to make him look at him

Sam you aren’t normal and never will be

No idea if Bee is being dramatic or he really is crying. Either way I’m glad it was added to the movie

“I love you, Bee.” and he loves you too Bee

Wow Sam you can tell Bumblebee you love him but not your girlfriend?

Wheelie :3

DUDE!! Soundwave’s design is so cool! A one of a kind big time

As a sibling I have heard and said “It’s meant to hurt!” after causing harm to sibling

It’s actually nice that they added the coffins being taken off the plane to show that death is still a huge threat in this movie

As Optimus transforms the music is not holy but more upbeat like a hero kind of deal. Very fitting

“God made us in his image. Who made him?” Good and fair question. Humans always think they are so amazing till we meet something greater then ourselves

“Don’t tempt me.” Yeah I got mad for you buddy. Don’t disrespect the people that fight for you

I love Optimus looking down at him and saying, “Easy.” He knows he was getting angry. Optimus knows his comrades, even his human ones

“What if we leave, then you are wrong.” THE SOUNDTRACK! That fits so well with his low key warning

“That’s a good question” Awww he's such a cutie!

Sam meeting his new human bestie :D

DID THE PAPPER THIN CON CUT THROUGH THAT GUY?!

“What size shoe you have?” Haha Sam the Sass Queen is back lol

I love how Optimus main goal is to keep earth safe. He doesn’t want to watch it be ruined like his own home was. Sam just wants to be normal. He doesn’t want this. While they are talking, soft music is playing. Showing the burden both carry and what awaits them.

MEGATRON LIVES AGAIN Okay this is really cool. We see Megatron put Starscream in his place. Then we see him showing respect to The Fallen. Going as far as calling him master. The Fallen even calls him “my disciple”

I wonder how The Fallen knew that Sam has the knowledge now

Man the CGI in this movie is so good

Poor Sam. He has all that knowledge in his head and his mind can’t handle it

“You're such a little girl!” “I’m not talking to you for ten seconds.” Yeah I wouldn’t either. Good on you Sam.

What I love about Megatron is that his voice is creepy and yet gentle

Sorry I had to skip the worm part. That was just gross. That lost points for me lol

GET HIM OPTIMUS

The slow down for the bullet is so good

The chanting as the cons chase Optimus and Sam is so good

Why did Sam jump over the log like that?

“I’ll take you all on!” and cue the uplifting music

That head rip is sooo good

“Sam! Where are you?!” You can hear the fear in his voice. All he knows is Sam has already been taken or worse

“Sam, run. Run..” Even in his last moments Optimus is worried about Sam

Man… I can’t even imagine the guilt Sam must be feeling at that moment…

Sam watching the news with such pain on his face…. He just wanted to be normal

I love the twins so much lol

DON”T DROP OPTIMUS PRIME LIKE THAT

I hate that guy

Yes please give Sam a hug. Sam this isn’t your fault. This will never be your fault

“Don’t tell my mother.” Said every child in history

Ha! Wheelie is the best again. Wait, is that even his name?

I love how no one bothered to check if the old fart was a con or a bot lol

I love the sound Jetfire makes as he wakes up. His such as old fart, I love him

HA! Leo pushing Wheelie away while they are hiding

Grumpy old man on the run! “It’s a choice. It’s an intensely personal decision. So much negativity. Who wants to live a life full of hate.” Old man spiting knowledge

“His faithful, Sam.” Girl I love you but what happened wasn’t Sam’s fault

Wheelie stop humping her you horn dog

“I have my own issues! It started with my mother!” Me too buddy

“Do you know what he transformed into?!” “No!”

“Nothing!”

Haha I love this movie so much

Haha everyone is going flying. Well done Jetfire

MORE LORE

“Only a Prime can defeat The Fallen.”

“Optimus Prime?”

“So, you’ve met a Prime?”

I’m not crying! I have sand in my eyes!

Man Jetfire’s excitement about hearing a Prime was on Earth is so sweet. He sounds really young with how excited he is.

Grandpa pointing out the obvious

“Scared? Scared of your ugly face!” “I’m ugly? Well, we’re twins, you stupid genius!” Perfect sibling insults

Bumblebee is “I don’t care who started it! I’m finishing it!” Big brother at work lol

Oh god the siblings fighting was useful for once

Ohhh that soft haunting sound… Music is stunning as always

It gets louder once the matrix is seen

Sam not giving up is so.. Man… Once he believes in something, he will not back down from it

BAD BOYS ARE HERE Go Jetfire! He still got it! “I’m too old for this crap.” Me everyday

The balls that started it all

Oh no! Sam! The soft music, the faded voices, everything slowed down… Then you hear his parents' cries. All they know is that their son is hurt. They don’t know he's gone.

Then there is Bumblebee. They let us see his pain. They let us hear it too.

The Primes coming to Sam is awesome. They let him know why he is there. Answering his question. Low key telling him his prime. “The Leadership of the Matrix isn’t found. It is earned.”

Aw he finally tells her that he loves her

Of course he came back for you Optimus! You died saving him!.... They died saving each other…

Jetfire’s joy at seeing Optimus makes me smile again

Damn The Fallen is powerful

Oh Jetfire… No! Your death will not go in vain!

Optimus can fly now. This is going to be fun~ “Die like your brother!” “They are your brothers too!”

Totally not giving me headcanon ideas

The soundtrack once again being soooo good! Megatron calling out for Starscarem after losing half of his face is interesting

“Give me your face!” and “I rise. You fall.” Are cold af lines and I love them so much

The fight is a bit short but I don’t mind. It’s gore fixes it for me

“Cowards do survive.” That is true. Sometimes in order to win, you must survive first

Yes! Thank you for letting the parents hug Sam. They watched him die and come back! Like man! They need therapy after that

Optimus and Sam standing next to each other is so cute! Dad and son vibes lol

Yay! Sam gets to go to college!

I will rank this movie as 9.5/10

#transformers #transformers movie #movie review #sam witwicky #optmus prime #starscream #the fallen #bumblebee

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Swapboys: Memory Block

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(AN: hello guys! While working on the next villain arc story (I’m so close omg) I finally got the epiphany to make this Drabble work! I’ve had it mostly written for months!! Finally, backstory for Bro and Alt! Who their parents and aunts are- and if you read the multiverse stories, why Alt and Bro couldn’t seem to remember things about seeing SCLERA before the main story! Plus, a cameo to a new swap versions of a few huffleverse characters! >:3c if you read the multiverse series this reveal has already come out so it’s about time I expanded on it huh? Anyways enough rambling, enjoy! Oh also, just a warning this will be using Alt's deadname and female pronouns for him for a bit cuz he was itty bitty here! But its not for the whole fic! :3)

Chase Brody was sticking to his Father’s side as they walked through the lab he worked in. It was the weekend but Chase’s parents pretty much lived at the lab. In fact, their apartment was upstairs. They moved here after Anthea started getting really sick because there was a hospital attached to the building too. So, when Chase didn’t have anywhere to go for the weekend, he accompanied his mother and father around the cool clinical space.

After a bit of check ins where his Father was writing down notes and refilling important looking medicine tubes- Chase eventually reached out and tugged on his coat.

“Dad?” He asked quietly. “…Can I see Anti today?”

Dr. Brody was quiet for a second, almost seeming to ignore his son. But, eventually he looks down and his face softens slightly. He gets down to Chase’s level and smiles. “…remember Chase, Anthea is very sick… so we can’t stay for too long, okay?”

Chase knew this. His parents told him over and over why Anti now was staying more often at the hospital. She had something called epilepsy… and it was making her really weak and she needed to be looked at by lots of doctors. But, dad recently had been saying she was starting to look a bit better! But… he’s said that before… and it would go back and forth… Chase just really really missed his little sister…

“Okay,” Chase said sadly. “…I just… want to see her.”

“We can see her. I’m sure she’ll be very happy to see us both.” Dr. Brody replied, patting Chase on the shoulder. He gently took his hand and headed down to the hospital part that was connected to the SCLERA headquarters.

But, when they got there- Anthea wasn’t in her bed. Dr. Brody seemed distraught, grabbing the nearest nurse by the elbow.

“Where is my daughter?!” He cried.

The nurse flinched and looked at him with confusion. “D-Dr. Demerci said she was taking her to do some tests? Did she not tell you?”

Dr. Brody shook his head and let the nurse go. “No uh… did Dr. Demerci say where she was taking her?”

“Umm I think back towards SCLERA.”

Dr. Brody pales and then quickly grabs Chase, hoisting him in his arms. Huh- Chase thought he was too big for that! They race back down to the SCLERA labs and rush to a part that dad says Chase isn’t allowed to go.

They run through a couple sets of hallways, asking various workers where Dr. Demerci is and eventually end up in a cold room near the back of the section.

Anthea is there, sitting on a hospital bed in her hospital gown, getting an injection from their mom, Dr. Demerci. Demerci blinks and then turns to look at Chase and Dr. Brody with a cold smile.

“Oh Kieran and Chase! What a… surprise to see you here!” She says sweetly.

Anthea blinks and tries to wave. Chase waves too, wanting to kick out of his dad’s arms to go see her. But, his dad holds onto him firmly. Almost like… he’s scared.

“Jezebeth,” Dr. Brody says in a low voice, “Just what the hell are you doing?”

Chase looks at his dad with confusion. Why does he… sound scared of Mum?

Dr. Demerci makes an offended noise, holding a hand over her chest. “Kieran! I’m helping our daughter! Do you really think so little of me?”

“She was getting help at the hospital! The VNS treatment was helping!” Dr. Brody shouts.

Demerci laughs, “Maybe at first… the principle of that is sound. Make electric signals in the nerves to counteract the ones in the brain. But… I wanted to see if we could rely on more than just a machine!” She looks down at Anthea and pats her cheek before turning to look at Dr. Brody and Chase.

“I’m sure you’re aware of this, my love. But your family has a bit of magic in its history, doesn’t it?” She smiles. “That’s easy enough to tap into! Anthea actually seemed to be developing something stronger… but her seizures were making her weak. So… I figured- why not kill two birds with one stone? Fuel the magic… stop the seizures.”

Dr. Brody steps back, breathing heavily. “She’s a child, Jezebeth! She’s not even 4 yet! This is…. This is too much! Our daughter is not something you can treat like the other subjects! They... they consent to it! They’re not children!”

Chase starts to feel tears in his eyes as he curls up against his Dad. Why is he yelling? Did Mum do something bad to Anti?

“So you would have Anthea die then, Kieran?” Demerci says coldly. “She wasn’t getting better before I started to help.”

“I-I don’t believe you- you’re insane! To do this to your own daughter- to our child!” Dr. Brody stammers.

Demerci laughs and Chase can’t help but shake because… this woman wasn’t acting like his mum. She was scary right now…

“Kieran, you’re so small minded! Not only have I cured Anthea- I’ve made her better than ever!” Demerci giggles with a mad look in her eyes. She looks down as Anthea and then gestures towards Dr.Brody and Chase, “Anthea, dear, why don’t you show Daddy and Chase your new trick?”

Anthea blinks and then nods. “Okay mummy!” She jumps off the bed, already a miraculous feat for such a sick girl. Then she closes her eyes and holds out her palm. Green electricity starts to collect around her hand and then in a big ZIP it shoots across the space, hitting the wall with a loud bang. She smiles proudly at Chase and Dr. Brody. “Ta da!” There’s a slight ring of green that circled her pupils that quickly fades.

Chase laughs, “Woah!! That’s so cool!”

But, Dr. Brody looks absolutely horrified.

Anthea deflates, stepping back, “..d..daddy?”

“Jezebeth- what did you do?!” Kieran’s voice trembles out of his lips.

“I made her better- in more ways than one.” Demerci says calmly. “And see? No more seizures.”

“You’re sick- you’re fucking sick!” Kieran finally shouts, holding Chase closer to him. “I should have never left you alone with her- how could you?! I… I’m leaving! I’m taking Chase and Anthea and getting the hell away from you!”

“What?” Chase gasps, tears in his eyes.

Demerci’s eyes burn coldly and then she laughs. “You know you can’t do that, Kieran.”

“I-I’ll find a way!” Dr. Brody emphasizes, “The head… they have to be against this!”

“Oh no- I was approved ages ago.” Jezebeth says smugly.

Dr. Brody’s stomach drops. He shakes his head, trying to take Chase out the doors but Chase throws a fit. “No no Dad! We’re not leaving!!”

“I don’t think the head will be very happy to hear of your insubordination, Kieran…” Demerci coos tauntingly. “Didn't you hear what happens to the doctors that try to walk away from our projects?”

“No…!” Dr. Brody chokes on a sob and crashes to his knees, hugging Chase close to him, even if his son wiggles in confusion. “No no! Why…? Why did you do this? To our family- did it all mean nothing to you?!”

Demerci chuckles and goes to kneel down by Kieran, taking his chin in her fingers. She smiles lovingly, but they’re still that coldness behind her eyes. “…oh darling… you all mean so so much to me. Think of all we can learn… together!”

Then she pulls something from her pocket and immediately jabs it into the side of Kieran’s neck. He gasps and then starts to sway, eventually falling bonelessly to the ground. Chase tries to get away and Jezebeth picks him up and then sets him down behind her. “Chase, love? Be a dear and go check on Anthea won’t you?”

“O-Okay…” Chase says in a small voice. He runs over to his trembling sister in the corner and goes to scoop her up in a hug. “H-Hey Anti… are you okay?”

Anthea is crying quietly, trying not to make a sound. “W-Why is daddy on the ground? Why didn’t he take us to leave??”

“What?? Do you want to leave?” Chase whisper-shouts.

Anthea is quiet for a second before she nods. “…mummy hurts me.” She whispers. “I-I can do that cool thing now but it hurted me… I dont wanna hurt anymore, Chase!” She sniffles.

Chase looks at his mum’s back as she checks over their dad, half awake on the ground.

“Why… didn’t you tell me or Dad, Anti?” Chase whispers.

“…she told me not to tell. That I’d get daddy hurt.” She sobs. “I didn’t tell and he’s hurt! I don’t want t-this! I don’t want this anymore!!” Static electricity seems to build up in the air as Anthea clings to Chase and cries. “No more hospitals! No more needles! No more shocks! No more! No more! no more!!”

“Anthea!” Demerci’s cold voice snaps out.

Anthea immediately quiets, shutting her mouth and staring away from Demerci with wide eyes. She curls up more against Chase, trembling.

Demerci has turned around, stepping towards the children as her heels click loudly on the tile. Chase used to love that sound- that sound meant his mum was home. That meant he’d get a hug and help with dinner and make her laugh. She hasn’t been the same since Anthea got sick- always away and working. And now… the noise that used to bring him so much joy only fills him with dread.

“What did I say about making such a dreadful noise, dear?” Demerci hisses down at them.

“I’m sorry-“ Anthea starts to say.

Then, Chase pushes to be in front of her, pushing his little sister behind him. Even if his knees and arms are shaking.

“Don’t-“ He breathes out, “Don’t hurt, Anti!”

Demerci looks surprised. Then she chuckles. “oh... I do adore that nickname of yours, Chaser.” Then, her smile drops. “Step away from your sister, please.”

“No!” Chase bites back. “No more! You’re not gonna hurt her anymore! I’m gonna protect her!” And as he says this- a bit of blue light seems to flicker in his eyes.

Now, Demerci looks really surprised. She studies Chase and then kneels down to look at both of her children. Then, she grins.

“Okay, Chase. If that’s the game you want to play… I don’t think I mind adding a new player~”

Chase blinks, “A… game?”

“Yes, a game! We’ve been playing a very fun game, haven't we, Anthea?” Demerci smiles, glancing at Anthea.

The little girl flinches and then slowly nods. “Mhm…”

“It’s a game that lets you win magic, Chase.” Demerci continues, smiling sweetly. A smile Chase deeply missed. “That’s what Anthea won! And if you play… you can get magic too. Magic to protect your sister and become big and strong! Would you like that, Chase? Don’t you wanna play with Mummy?”

Chase hesitates, looking back at Kieran on the floor. “…will Dad get to play with us?” He asks quietly.

“Oh yes, Darling. He’s just feeling a bit sleepy is all. But he’ll be back to play very soon!”

“…o..okay.. I.. I wanna play. I want…!” Chase starts to sniffle and rubs at his eyes. “I-I want us to do t-things together again! I don’t want to leave! I don’t want Anti to be sick anymore! I wanna see Mummy more!! I wanna play games again!!” He cries.

Demerci smiles and goes to pick up Chase and Anthea in her arms, shushing them softly. “Now now love… after today? We’ll be together all the time… we have so many new games to play. And me and Daddy will be right by you both!”

“P-Promise?” Chase whimpers.

“Promise.”

But… his mum had a very different meaning of the word ‘game’. Chase didn’t like this game… he didn’t like it one bit.

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Glowing hands get lifted away from Chase’s head as he lays on a small bed sleeping. Anti is curled up beside him, also fast asleep.

They’re in a small but cozy witchy space. Bookshelves line one of the walls and two of the others are filled with hanging plants in various states of drying. Tables are filled with notes and open books, containing spells and spell circles. A small cot has been set up in the middle of the room for the boys to sleep on, and on chairs surrounding them sit four adults. Their dad, their aunt (who looks similar to their dad with slightly wavy, mousy brown hair) and her wife (a very pretty woman with fiery red hair) and the dark skinned woman with glowing hands, a magician.

An image of what was just seen in Chase’s mind floats in a bubble of magic above his head- and the boys’ aunts stare at it with horrified expressions, while their dad, Kieran Brody, looks very numb.

“…this is where you want to start the spell then, Keiran?” The magician asks.

“Yes,” Kieran says immediately.

The woman frowns, “That is… nearly a year of memory blocking-“

“I know,” Kieran says, his voice choked with emotion. “I just… I-I don’t know what else to do…! I-It’s a miracle I managed to escape with them… I don’t know how much longer it is until they find me… I can’t have them finding the boys… I-I don’t want them to live with the awful memories of what Jezebeth did to them!”

“You’re not just hiding memories though,” One of the aunts says, the one with ginger hair. “You’re hiding that they’re magic!”

“I-I know, Emmaline…” Kieran sighs, “But if word got out that they had powers…! It could lead Jezebeth straight to them!”

“Withholding their magic could have dire consequences, Kieran,” The magician says darkly. “Magic must be used. It could overwhelm your children and make them very sick.”

“I-I know that too, Kendra…”

“And even if we hide such magic from them… they must be registered with the Circle,” Kendra continues. “The Magic Circle governs all magic users here. They are just like our government- and I refuse to make these two innocent children magic criminals by not having them registered.”

This seems to give Kieran an idea. “… the Magic Circle. I… I’ve heard of them. They weren’t in America… If the boys are registered there… Can the Circle help keep them hidden from SCLERA?”

“…I suppose they could?” Kendra frowns, “but, Kieran-“

“I just… I want this memory spell sustained. I want their powers hidden… a-at least until they’re older.” He says quietly, “They wouldn’t be able to learn with the other magical kids- their magic is artificial! Eventually the teachers or the students will realize something is wrong and look into it and… I-I don’t want them being looked at like experiments or freaks!” Kieran cries, tears falling out his eyes. He hangs his head, hiccuping quietly. “I-I never wanted this for them…! I wanted them both to just live normal lives…! Or-or if my family’s magic got passed down… for them to learn the right way…!”

The other three look at each other with worried eyes.

Kieran’s sister goes to gently lay a hand on his shoulder. “Hey… they’ll be with us, Kier… we won’t let that happen.”

Kieran looks up and gives her a small smile, squeezing her hand, “I know, Isla… you’re already doing amazing with them.. you’re going to take such good care of them…”

Isla smiles sadly, hating hearing her brother talk about this like he’s already gone. But… she’s been told the risks…

If SCLERA finds him… he won’t see the boys again.

Kendra sighs, “alright, I can see where your concerns are… but this is very tricky. Even if their magic is artificial, as far as I can tell, their bodies still react to it as if it was natural. So it might still overflow… what would you like me to do?”

Kieran nods, “we found the same in our studies… I don’t think Chase is much at risk… he seems to be able to channel his magic into parts of his body and use it for bursts of strength and speed. Maybe… see if he can take up some sports?” He laughs, shaking his head. Then, he looks down at Anti and frowns, pushing hair out of his face.

“It’s… Anti I’m most worried about… he was already so sickly… and he gained so much power so quickly… I-It’s so much in such a tiny body…” he says quietly, eyes filled with concern.

“…if you want to keep it hidden while they’re kids… maybe we can tell them when they’re older?” Emmaline suggests.

“Mmm…that could work…” Kieran muses, “Kendra… is there any way for you to just… siphon off excess magic if Anti gets sick?”

“Well… they will need to come see me here and there for me to check on the memory spell…” Kendra says. “So… I suppose it’s not out of the question.”

“How long should we wait?” Isla asks.

“…until it seems like Anti or Chase can’t hide it themselves anymore,” Kieran says. “Or… when Anti is 16. I think… they should be able to understand it then… e-even if I’m not there to…” he cuts himself off, tears brimming in his eyes again.

Isla goes to rub his shoulder again, tears threatening to spill in her eyes too, “Don’t, kier… please.”

Kieran nods. “I-If we do that… t-they should be safe. I’ve already moved them to another country… deleted what records I could… they won’t think that I will have gone here… Jezebeth thinks I’m still estranged from my family.”

Isla snorts, crossing her arms. “And you were before all of this … for marrying that witch.” She mumbles. “I always knew there was something off about her…”

Kieran sighs, “You were right, Isla… all of you were right. She… blinded me with her brilliance and… she was a f-fantastic mum for a while…” He shakes his head, “well… at least there’s two good things that came from marrying her.” He looks down at Chase and Anti smiling tightly. “I just wish… I-I protected them more…”

“You did all you could, Kieran,” Emmaline says quietly. “It’s not like that bitch made it easy for you… she tricked you and- t-that mind contr-“

“Let’s not talk about that… p-please,” Kieran interrupts, shuddering.

“The Circle will keep their records safe from prying eyes,” Kendra assures him. “I will… talk to one of the Associates since this is a special case.”

“Thank you, Magi Danan,” Isla nods.

“Isla, you don’t need to be so formal with me!” Kendra laughs, “I am… more than happy to help the family of my best friend.”

“Ha! I only just married into this crazy family less than a year ago!” Emmaline giggles.

“You don’t regret it, do you, Emmy?” Isla turns to ask her wife.

Emmy smiles and shakes her head. “Not at all. I promised to be by your side for anything! Even… adopting our nephews because their psycho mom experimented on them!”

Isla covers up a laugh. “You don’t have to say it so bluntly!”

Kieran smiles sadly and goes to pull Isla in to kiss her head. “…you picked a really good one, sister…” Isla blushes a bit and pushes him off. “You don’t need to tell me! I married her!”

Kendra laughs. “Alright… I have a lot of work to do now to get these memories blocked… Kieran, is there any memory you don’t want erased?”

Kieran blinks and then thinks for a minute. “Oh actually yes! Chase told me about… a conversation him and Anti had… when Anti asked to be called a boy…”

“Hm… let me see…” Kendra goes to put her hands back on Chase’s temples and starts to flip through his memories once more….

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After one long day of tests, Chase was led back into his lab room and he was exhausted. He climbed onto his bed and laid against the wall, letting the cool metal relax him. He missed his old room… all his clothes and blankets and toys. Mum said he and Anti would only get those if they were good. There were a few blankets on their beds that were soft and smelled like home. But that just made Chase sad… no toys yet either. Sometimes… they’d get a ball though. But not today, so he waited with his eyes closed until Anti came back. She quickly climbed onto the bed next to Chase and held his arm, curling up next to him. Chase just held her tight and they rested in silence.

Until… “Chase can I ask you something?” Anti asks in a quiet voice.

Chase blinks open his eyes and smiles down at his sister. “Yeah? What’s up?”

Anti curls up more and clings to Chase’s arm. “Can you… can you treat me like a boy…?”

Chase blinks, “what? What do you mean?”

Tiny tears were filling up Anti’s eyes, “I don’t like being a girl. It feels wrong. I don’t think I am one…! I-I think I just got put in the wrong body…”

“Well… how does it feel wrong…?” Chase asks curiously.

“I don’t like when mummy calls me her little girl.” Anti whimpers out, “it makes me angry. And I don’t like my name… but you j-just call me Anti and…I-I like that…” Anti lifts up her face and looks at Chase with tearful eyes, “s-so can… can you help me feel like a boy..? C-Call me he and stuff- say I’m your brother, not your sister…?”

Chase can see the desperation in Anti’s face and he doesn’t even hesitate, bringing Anti in close. “Of course! Whatever makes you happy, Anti…” Anti smiles and hugs Chase tight.

Chase then pulls back and grins, tugging Anti to his side and tickling the younger sibling. “Besides- as much as I loved having a sister, I’ve always wanted a brother! And I’ll love you no matter what, Anti!”

Anti has more tears in his eyes but he smiles and nods, looking happier than he has in a while. “Thank you, Chase…!”

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Kendra pulls her hands back once again and the adults watching the memory bubble all have wet eyes, brimming with tears.

Kieran wipes at his eyes. “…I-I’d like to keep that one please… maybe you can… m-modify it so they’re in Chase’s room?”

“Yes… I’ll see what I can do.” Kendra nods.

“I remember being so confused when Chase was telling us Anti was a boy,” Isla shakes her head, “Because I only knew you had a baby girl named Anthea…”

“It suits him better,” Kieran smiles down at his children. “…my two strong sons…” He leans over and kisses both of them on the forehead. The boys seem to smile in their sleep.

“If that is all, I think it is best you all leave for now,” Kendra says. “This will take the rest of the night at least… I will call you when I’m finished.”

“Right… Thank you, Kendra… for everything.” Kieran says as the three other adults stand to leave.

“Of course, I’m glad I can help. I will see you all in the morning.” Kendra smiles.

The Brodys all walk out into the afternoon sun and get back in their car to drive to Isla’s and Emmy’s home, where Kieran was staying with the boys. The drive was quiet… until eventually Isla spoke up, looking at Kieran through the rear view window.

“Kier… I know you said Jezebeth might not check where we live… but… what if someone else at SCLERA makes the connection and comes to check? …what will you do?”

Kieran’s expression drops to something withdrawn and sorrowful. “…I have a plan…” he says gravely, avoiding her gaze as he looks out the window at the passing Irish countryside, “…no matter what happens… they won’t find the boys. I’ll make sure of it.”

#swapboys #readswapboys #alt anti #bro fantastic #dr kieran brody #dr jezebeth demerci #isla brody #emmy brennan #magi kendra danan #hey! familiar faces and names for those who read my other fics huh? ;3c #i loveddd the idea of making demerci alt's mom considering how awful she is in septnautical #and fun fact kieran was supposed to be awful too but i wanted the boys to have one parent that was actually nice ahgvjabh #maybe i'll write what happens to kieran later-#and im hoping this leaves like places for me to write more experiment stuff later for the boys but this does all i need it to #in terms of explaining some backstory stuff at least! :D

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vickozone · 1 year ago

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The Magnus Archives

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#121 Oliver. He’s dead and JON! YOU’RE OKAY!

#122 zombies and Jon’s first instinct from waking up from a 6 month coma is to read a statement. Icon.

#123 He just got back and Melanie wants to kill him and something is up with Martin. Also, The Web, I suppose. Coding?

#124 More Simon. What a guy. Also, Jon is… very concerned for Martin…

#125 The Slaughter is back and Melanie! CALM DOWN! MY HEADPHONES ARE ON LIFE SUPPORT AS IT IS!

#126 The Spiral clarity + Martin is being manipulated (SHE STABBED HIM!?)

#127 Another letter to Jonah. AND ELIAS IS JUST CHILLIN IN PRISON. GO OFF, KING!

#128 Breekon is nothing without Hope. The institute and ooo! Jon eye powers!

#129 Guy drowned in grandpa’s house and JON NEEDS AN ANCHOR! Also, very homosexual interaction.

#130 Meat ritual and JON! NO, SELF HARM IS BAD! YOU BETTER NOT DO WHAT I THINK YOU’RE IMPLYING!

#131 AAAA! AAAA! OH. OH NO. Jared is the Boneturner and Helen is an absolute queen <3

#132 Jon saves Daisy!! Yay! She is also The Hunt, but, whatever. The tapes drew him back…

#133 The Hunt ritual, and Basira… has feelingsss. The Hunt is about the chase, not the kill.

#134 The Extinction!? NO. Also Lukas is the worst. Hate that guy.

#135 “Have I ever told you how much I hate the sun?” -Manuela Lol, The Dark, The Vast, and The Lonely funded the space expedition.

#136 Annabelle! Creepy celeb puppet. And Daisy telling Jon he’s not responsible for everything gives hope. Yes! Therapy!

#137 The Slaughter ritual & Gertrude was fond of Gerry :( The Watcher’s Crown??

#138 “And then the sky blinked.” Elias is literally the ‘no need to thank me’ meme and Jonah and Smirke knew about the 14 fears and then he dies or smthn

#139 The life and crimes of Agnes. Jon MAYBE saw Peter’s plan and- PRAISE THE LORD, JON LIKES MARTIN!!

#140 Stupid Maxwell. Also, Santa is working working with the Devine Host (/j) & we’re going on a trip! :D

#141 Salesa statement from boat guy. Oh, Jon, I see why Martin has a crush on you now. 10/10 voice acting on everyone’s part.

#142 JEEZ, JON! You gave this poor woman literal trauma! Goodness…

#143 oh, it’s Manuela! Jon looked AT the darkness and HELEN IS A SAVIOR!

#144 MARTIN! We do NOT talk to people like that! Especially Daisy! This isn’t you! The Extinction is real, I guess, but, come on! Not cool.

#145 Gertrude is COLD. Dude’s head is somewhere in the institute- uh-

#146 5 people? Goodness, Jon. He can’t control it though, can he? Helen got Marcus and Basira is off to meet with Annabelle friggin Cane.

#147 Okay. No, he can control it. I love Anna. I also got Nikola flashbacks. Oh boy.

#148 Not 5 seconds in and Elias gets assaulted. Jon is worried for Martin and he read a statement about The Eye. A.

#149 Concrete Jungle. Oh and Martin is using Lonely powers. Greaaat.

#150 Homophobic endless houses and Melanie really said “nuh uh” to her job

#151 Simon is my new husband. Uhhh. He answered Martin’s questions, yada yada, he has Lonely powers

#152 More of The Buried. Jon and Helen chat more about avatar crap.

#153 Another odd desolation flesh cult, also Trevor and chic is here and he is HUNGRY

#154 Gerry’s dead dad gives a statement. J + M both F bomb, very gay, eye gouging is the only way out. (“It’s pretty drastic.” “What you gotta gouge your eyes out or something?” “…” “…” “…” “Fuck off.” <- funniest conversation in the whole series)

#155 Guy kills others to keep himself alive + MEL IS REMOVING HER EYES- OKAY-

#156 More extinction about an abandoned park and I am very scared for Martin

#157 another extinction- OMG MEL AND GEORGIE! Did… Helen stab Jon?

#158 SO MUCH. Martin played Lukas, Daisy is feral, ELIAS IS JONAH, Not!Sasha is loose, disaster duo is here, Martin is stuck in Lonely, Gertrude wanted ‘Elias’ to kill her. WHAT.

#159 Peter shares his story, is evaporated. “I see you, Jon…”

#160

Look at the sky, Martin. It’s looking back.

I OPEN THE DOOR!

#the magnus archives #tma #the magnus institute #tma spoilers #tma s4 #tma season 4

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Why you should vote for each of them and full art below!

Lucy Amano (by @ficklepenguin for D&D)

Lucy Amano (they/she) is a just a normal human ranger with a pet bear, except they're actually an aasimar and have no idea. They figured out maybe something was up when their friend went down in combat and they exploded into searing light, which is not a normal thing humans do. Their bear is named Nita, and he's the goodest boy. They also have a boyfriend and a girlfriend, or they would, if the trio would ever figure their shit out. And they also just found out that their dad is from the moon, which they didn't even know people lived there.

(art by @everlastingrandom)

Felix Ambercreek (by @ghostbrawl for D&D)

felix is honestly just my beautiful boy. that's all i can say. unfortunately, players from his campaign will read this so i have to be brief. felix is a newly-paladined paladin of sarenrae who is taking to redemption, forgiveness, and virtuosity like a special interest, but carrying it out in practice incredibly badly. when felix felt sarenrae call him to work at a mercenary guild, he left home with full support of his (also religious) family and took advantage of not seeing his family for a while in order to totally reinvent himself - changing his name and swearing himself to always be veiled, even in combat, so that nobody could see who he is. even as a novice paladin, this has already started to cause him problems -- for example, a band of goblins tried to steal his armor to summon a metal eating monster, and took his veil along with it. out of fear and desparation, felix split from his party and chased the goblins alone, almost dying to the metal monster (and a particularly cruel goblin) and strangling and killing one of the goblins that tried to kill him out of anger and frustration, marring felix's relationship with his god. though he does get his veil (one with embroidery done by another party member) back, it is torn and dirty at the end :-(. maybe one day felix will truly "get" what being a paladin is about, but for now he's largely controlled by fear, rather than the drive to value and redeem others - and he ends up using his responsibility as an escape instead of a duty.

Levlith Craephin (by @the-web-of-iris for D&D)

Levlith is a tiefling Bloodhunter, a mother of two who originated in the town of Icehaven, A woman of wits and courage, yet her calloused hands hold endless kindness and love. She spent her time caring for her own children, and many other children and adults alike in her hometown, a pillar of her community and someone trusted with the protection of many. Married once to a Drow bard named Briza, the two are now separated (but not divorced. it's complicated) she now reserves herself and has little interest in romance in her middle age life. After a terrifying incident and a close dance with death she came into possession of her ragged sword, as well as her newfound blood-hunter abilities, and soon left her adult children to roam across the empire and beyond in her mission of hunting down dark blots within the world from the shadows. After entering the coast with the intention of making a deal with the leader of a mercenary guild, she begins to meet new people and make new friends, and comes to realise she is now working in the same environment as her once lover briza. Together, the Silverlinings guildmates will follow requests, find themselves in trouble, and explore the unknown. However, what is Levlith's motives? What is she truly looking for? What is she hiding from? |O|nly time will tell.

#tournament poll #season 1 #s1 round 2b

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crystalninjaphoenix · 8 months ago

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Down the River

Fantasy Masks AU: Chapter Thirty-Six

A JSE Fanfic

I took a break from writing for a week, but now I return! And that break was really good for me because I flew through writing this chapter. After escaping from Suilthair, the guys travel down the river on a boat. Marvin has something to tell Chase and Jameson, and the guys make a plan from there. Meanwhile, the kids adjust to their new surroundings after following their dad, and Henrik has a moment. Enjoy reading! I won't delay you any longer :D

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The sun beat down from the sky. The boat coasted down the river, Suilthair having disappeared from sight by now. Sailors on the deck ran around, checking the mast in the center. Chase hadn’t expected a river boat to be so big. But then again, the Muinra Avon was a large, deep river. Maybe it needed to be big to stand a chance against the current. Or... the waves? Did rivers have waves? Chase hadn’t spent much time around them in his life.

And neither had the kids. Amabel and Quentin stood at the side of the boat, leaning over and looking down at the water. Chase wanted them to get away, but... they knew how to be careful. He had to trust that. He settled for calling out a “Be careful you two!”

“We will!” Amabel shouted back, while Quentin leaned forward and started kicking his legs.

“I’m serious! Neither of you know how to swim that well.”

Quentin slowly lowered himself back down to the deck.

Jackie walked over to where Chase was, sitting pushed up against the wall of the cabin. He crouched down so the two of them were level. “How’s the injury?” he asked.

“It’s alright,” Chase said. “Henrik really bound it up tightly, though. It’s almost hard to breathe with the bandage.” He twisted his torso around, wincing a bit as the movement aggravates both his arrow wound and the bandage around it.

“Careful,” Jackie warned.

“I’m being careful.” Chase sighed. “How’s Jameson?” He had gone below deck as soon as his cuts and bruises were checked out and Suilthair was out of sight.

“He’s resting,” Jackie said. “They have a couple hammocks down there. Not enough for all of us, to be honest, we mostly stop for the night and camp on the riverbank. But still. Enough to take a nap in.”

“Good to hear he’s okay,” Chase said. “What about everyone else? Marvin and Henrik?”

“Marvin’s also taking a nap,” Jackie said. “Recovering from all the magic. Henrik is... inside the cabin, I think.” He gestured back to the nearby door. “Um... once everyone is well-rested, Marvin has something he needs to tell you.”

Anxiety immediately filled Chase’s heart. “About what? Is it bad?”

“Uh... I don’t think so?” Jackie said slowly. “It could be good. If you look at it a certain way? ...This isn’t making it sound not bad.”

“It really isn’t.”

“Look, it’s all okay,” Jackie said. “Marvin should explain, but essentially... it’s something we need to do.”

Chase nodded slowly. “Okay... I see. I hope it’s not something... too dangerous.” He glanced over to the kids.

Jackie followed his gaze. “They’ll be safe,” he said quietly. “We can leave them at camp. They’ll be well-protected there.”

“Yea...” Chase whispered. “I... yea.” He wasn’t sure what to say beyond that.

“Hey.” Jackie put a hand on his shoulder and smiled. “Every single Phantom here will take care of them. They’re in good hands. And they seem like pretty capable kids. I mean, they managed to find us while we were running around trying to get out of the city.”

“You’re right,” Chase said, more trying to convince himself than agreeing with him. “I just hope they won’t miss their mom too much.”

“It will be okay,” Jackie said quietly. “I promise. We’ll all watch over them. And clearly, they really want to be here with you. They love you. Trust you.”

“Is that trust worth it?” Chase breathed.

“Of course it is!” Jackie said firmly. “It would have been really easy for them to stay in the city. They’d only need to stay home and not go looking for you. And I know you’re probably going to say something about worrying that they’ll regret this. They won’t. I promise. If they love you enough to come running after you like that, they won’t regret anything as long as you’re close by.”

Chase felt a lump form in his throat. His eyes welled with tears but he quickly blinked them away. “Thanks, Jackie. I-I feel a bit better now. And I’m not going to lie... I’m really happy to have them back. Even if their mom is still enchanted. Even though I miss her, and I’m worried about her, at least they’re here. And safe.”

Jackie nodded, smiling. “We’ll get Stacia back, too. It might be a bit more difficult, but we’ll get her back. And you’ll all be okay.”

Chase laughed. “I’ll do anything I can to help her out. And in the meantime, I’ll make sure the kids are okay.” He looked over to them. “Seems like they really like the river. Quen! I said be careful!”

Quentin was lying on the wall again, and he quickly lowered his feet down to the deck again.

“Well, looks like you’re doing good so far.” Jackie started to clap him on the back, then stopped. “Ah, probably shouldn’t do that while you’re injured.” He settled for a gentler pat.

“Thanks, Jackie.” Chase grinned. “You’re really good at reassuring people.”

“I’ve had a lot of practice. You think running an organization is easy?” Jackie laughed. “Back in the early days, when it was Schneep and Marv and me gathering a following, and we were more familiar with a lot of individual Phantoms, if anyone had troubles we had to soothe them over.”

“Huh. I never thought of that.”

Jackie patted his shoulder again. “I do it for you because you’re my friend, though. Not just to smooth things over. And because it’s true. The kids love you, and you can really take care of them.”

Chase gave him a softer smile. “Thanks.” He chuckled. “That’s all I’m saying in this conversation, is thanks.”

“Well, it’s not a problem at all,” Jackie said. “Now. Are you alright sitting here on the deck or do you want to go below or something?”

“I’ll stay here. Keep an eye on the kids.”

Jackie nodded. “Of course. I’ll just sit here with you, then, if you don’t mind.”

“Of course I don’t mind.”

“Great.” Jackie sat down, crossing his legs and leaning back against the wall of the cabin.

Chase smiled at him one more time, then turned to watch the kids. They seemed to be having fun. And it was good to see.

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As soon as he was sure Chase and Jameson were okay, Henrik went into the cabin. He felt a little bad about not spending more time with them, but he couldn’t focus. There’d been a buzzing noise behind his ears ever since Jackie and Marvin left to go rescue them. An annoying buzzing. He thought it was a bug at first, but the fact that it was always there, no matter where he turned his head, meant that it was another symptom. And over time, the buzzing had turned into sounds. Like whispery voices speaking nonsense words, muffled and out of earshot. He couldn’t focus. He couldn’t focus. Not when part of his mind would be constantly disrupted by the sounds, instinctively trying to figure out what they were saying.

The cabin of the boat was pretty small, certainly smaller than the captain’s cabin on The Serpent’s Wake, but not quite as small as the guest cabins on that same ship. There was enough room for a bed, a desk, a wardrobe, and a table with chairs, but not much room beyond that. The back of the cabin had a window looking out. It even had glass. Fancy. It was on the back of the ship, so though Henrik could see out, nobody on the ship could see in.

And he was very glad for that. He kept pacing across the floor, back and forth, back and forth, wearing a pattern in the wooden planks in between the desk and the wardrobe. He wasn’t feeling restless. The mind soother tonic had helped with those feelings. But he had to do something to distract himself from the sounds. “What do you want?” he whispered in Alterdan. “What do you want?” They didn’t respond, of course. He knew the question would do him no good, but he asked it anyway, repeating it over and over again.

Maybe he should try to sleep. Maybe he should take a nap. That would be good, wouldn’t it? To drift off and not hear these annoying sounds. But then he’d have to tune out the sounds for long enough to fall asleep. And that would be difficult. Did they have sleeping tonics on board? If he drank an entire bottle would it just knock him out? No, no, that might not be safe. But he wanted it to work right away. What if—Was there a sleeping potion? Maybe he had ingredients for that? Maybe he should go look?

Henrik turned back around and started walking towards the door—but he only took a few steps before he stopped.

There was someone in front of the door.

He knew immediately that this wasn’t a normal person. They seemed to be cloaked in shadow even as light from the window fell directly onto their body. “...nein,” he whispered. “Nein nein nein. Th-this is not really happening.”

The shadowy person just stood there. Staring at him.

He closed his eyes, but then fear immediately shot through him and he opened them up again. What could this shadow do when he wasn’t looking? What if it attacked him?! No, wait, that’s impossible. This is clearly another symptom. But what if—what if it wasn’t? What if this was some sort of spirit? What if it was a spy?!

“Nicht echt,” he whispered. “Nicht echt. Nicht echt.” It’s not real it’s not real it’s not real—

The shadow moved.

Henrik shrieked, staggering backwards until he hit the edge of the bed and collapsed back onto it. The shadow hadn’t moved towards him, just a strange shuffling, but even so, Henrik felt his heart pounding out of his chest with fear that this thing would get closer to him. “Get back!” he shouted. “Get back!”

The door suddenly opened up, passing right through the shadowy person, and someone rushed in. “Henrik, what’s wrong?!” Vsevna asked, eye wide as it scanned the cabin. He held a weapon in one hand—his usual choice, something called a boarding axe. It had a long handle and a head that had an axe blade on the left and a spike on the right.

“A-ah...” Henrik paused, unsure what to say. The shadowy person was still there, right behind Vsevna, though they were a bit faded now, more like an actual shadow. “I-I am... fine. Nothing is wrong.”

“Nothing is wrong?! You do not shout out ‘get back’ when nothing is wrong!”

“Well, ah, nobody is here, as you c-can see,” Henrik stammered.

Vsevna scanned the room again. He relaxed slightly, leaning the axe against the wall of the cabin. “I suppose there is no space to hide in this room. Everything is too small. But... still. You do not shout like that when nothing is wrong.”

“I... I was trying to take a nap...” Henrik said slowly. “A-and as I was drifting off, I... must have had a nightmare. I-I thought someone was... coming to get me. But I-I am fine. See?” He smiled weakly.

“You look... shaken,” Vsevna said slowly.

Henrik nodded slowly. “W-well I am.” The shadow was still behind him. “It feels... so real.”

“Is there anything I can do?” Vsevna asked.

“No, it is fine,” Henrik insisted. “I would hate to keep you from important ship business.”

Vsevna tilted his head. “I would not be able to focus on the boat if I knew you were upset in here.” He walked over to the bed, sitting down on the edge next to him. “So, is there anything I can do, sova?”

Henrik was quiet for a while. He stared at the shadow in front of the door. “I... am not sure,” he said quietly.

Vsevna hesitated. “Well... I am not sure, either. But I can stay here, if you would like. You said you were taking a nap?”

Henrik nodded slowly.

“What if... what if we lied down together?”

Henrik felt his face getting hot.

“Still nervous, Henrik?” Vsevna asked, grinning a bit.

“Oh, shut up.” Henrik reached out and shoved him a little. As the captain of the voyage, Vsevna had the claim on the cabin in the boat, but he said that Henrik could stay with him. Henrik had agreed, but he felt that sharing the bed was a bit much, so he volunteered to sleep on the floor.

“Alright, alright, we do not have to do that,” Vsevna said. “But anything else I could do... hm...” He frowned and shook his head. “I am sorry. All I can think of is to stay.”

“That is enough,” Henrik said quietly. “Maybe... maybe we could... try.”

“Are you sure?”

“It is just a nap.” And the shadow was still there. Staring at him. He knew it wouldn’t do anything, given how Vsevna had walked through it easily enough, but... he couldn’t help the fear. It told him that if either of them got close again, something bad would happen. So... he wanted him to stay close.

“Well, if you are going to sleep, it would probably be best to close the curtains,” Vsevna pointed out, standing up and reaching out for them.

“N-no!” Henrik snapped. “I—I do not want—” The shadow would blend in. It would disappear, it could go anywhere.

Vsevna jerked his hand back and looked down at Henrik with concern. “Henrik? Is... something else wrong?”

“No, it... is just... the nightmare has still unnerved me,” Henrik said haltingly.

Vsevna nodded slowly. “Alright. I suppose that makes sense.” He sat down on the bed again. “So... please try to relax, then?” He laughed, glancing around a bit. He must have been just as nervous as Henrik was. After all, he had been fine with Henrik sleeping on the floor.

Henrik nodded.

The two of them laid down next to each other. It was a bit awkward. They were both unconsciously staying as far as possible from each other. Henrik kept his head tilted to the side, looking at the shadow. But then his position started to get uncomfortable. He shifted slightly, and his hand landed on Vsevna’s. After a moment of hesitation, he grabbed onto it, squeezing it gently. Vsevna squeezed back. And almost as if that gave them permission, they both relaxed. Henrik couldn’t help but move a bit closer. And Vsevna put an arm over him. And eventually Henrik felt his eyes finally slip closed.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The sun was starting to dip towards the horizon when Marvin and Jameson climbed out from below deck. Chase and Jackie had stayed in pretty much the same place all day, though Jackie had gotten up to help around the ship. Chase merely watched, trying to figure out what the sailors were doing. Amabel and Quentin ran around a little, asking the Phantoms questions. Or, well, Quentin asked questions. Amabel just stuck by his side and listened. But by now, the kids had both been tired out. Now they sat next to Chase, one on either side.

“How are you two doing?” Chase asked. “It was a busy morning, wasn’t it?”

“Mm-hmm,” Quentin said. “So much...”

Amabel nodded.

“How are you, Amy?” Chase asked softly. “Are you feeling overwhelmed? You’ve talked to a lot of people and it’s sort of noisy.”

She nodded again.

“Do you want to go down below decks? It’s probably darker and quieter down there.”

After a moment, a third nod.

“Alright, let’s go.” Chase stood up. “Quentin, you want to come, too?”

“Mm-hmm. It’ll be boring without Bellie.”

Chase helped the two kids to their feet and walked over to the grate in the center of the deck that led down into the space below. It was open, and the three of them walked down the stairs into the small area. This was mostly filled with supplies for the Phantoms. Crates of food and barrels of water and all sorts of miscellaneous supplies. Apparently they had weapons on board, too, but those were mostly kept in hidden compartments up on deck, beneath grates and trapdoors. So they could be easily accessed in case of a sudden fight. Hanging between these stacks of supplies were hammocks.

“Oh, Chase.” Marvin was down here, holding Draco in his arms. “Here you are. I wanted to go see you, actually.” Jameson peeked around from behind Marvin and waved.

“Hi Marvin, Hi Jameson.” Chase waved. “Yea, Jackie told me. Something we... have to do?”

Marvin nodded.

“Alright, just let me get these two into some hammocks to rest,” Chase said.

Amabel was already trying to climb into one herself, but it was hanging a bit high for her small ten-year-old build. She gave up and looked over at Marvin and Jameson, waving at them. Then she gasped. Nudging Quentin, she pointed at Draco. He gasped as well. “Kiiiitty,” he said.

Marvin blinked, then gave an awkward little smile. “This is Draco,” he said. “You both saw him earlier.”

“Can we pet him?” Quentin asked. Amabel raised her hand, ready to pet but waiting for permission.

“Gently, alright? Only along his back.” Marvin bent over so the kids could have better access. They carefully started running his hands along Draco’s back. Draco’s eyes squinted in response and he started to purr. “Aw, he likes you guys!”

“I liked when he got big!” Quentin said excitedly. “How did you do that? With magic?”

“Uh… yyyyep.” Marvin nodded slowly.

“I didn’t know you could do that, by the way,” Chase said. “When did you figure that out?”

“I was talking to Jameson about that earlier,” Marvin said, and Jameson nodded in confirmation. “I... didn’t really figure out how to do that. I remember reading theories about spells that would do that, a long time ago when I first summoned Draco, but apparently the exact ways of using those spells had been lost. But back then, I just... reacted instinctively. I reached out to Draco with my magic, and... we started... sharing magic? I think? I fed him some of mine, and it made him bigger.”

Amabel’s eyes widened. She whistled and balled her hands into fists, shaking them around.

“That means she’s really interested in this,” Chase explained, smiling a little.

“R-really?” Marvin’s eyes widened in turn, and he laughed. “It is interesting, isn’t it? When I was little, I did that fist-shaking thing too. I, uh... stopped, though. My parents said it was disruptive.”

Amabel looked up at Chase, a bit concerned.

“Well, it’s not,” Chase said firmly. “As long as you were careful and didn’t hurt anyone or break anything.”

Marvin shook his head. “I didn’t.”

Amabel smiled. She turned back to the hammock and started trying to get in again. “Here, let me help you, Amy,” Chase said, giving her a little boost.

“Help me, too, Dad!” Quentin said, grabbing the edge of the neighboring hammock.

“Alright, alright.” Chase grabbed him by the waist and lifted him up into the hammock. “If you guys need help getting down, shout for it, okay? Someone will come running. Or they’ll get me if you’re not comfortable.”

“Thanks, Dad.” Quentin smiled. And Amabel did, too.

“Okay.” Chase took a deep breath, and looked at Marvin and Jameson. “Let’s go upstairs to talk about this.”

Marvin nodded. As the three of them walked up the steps, he said, “Apparently on a boat you say you’re going ‘topside.’ Different terms.”

“Really? Strange.”

As the three of them reached the deck, they saw Jackie talking to Henrik, who looked... a bit shaken. His eyes darted side to side, and Chase briefly wondered if he was okay. “Hey!” Marvin raised a hand for attention—or tried to, at least, since he was still holding Draco.

How do you manage to hold him for so long? Jameson asked, looking at the cat. Cats are smaller than dogs but they’re still fairly heavy.

“Practice,” Marvin said.

Jackie gestured for the other three to come over and join him and Henrik by the side of the boat. They did, and Draco finally had enough of being held and wiggled out of Marvin’s grasp, trotting across the deck over to the mast, which he immediately started scratching. Marvin gave a little “heh” of a laugh then turned to the others. “Alright. I’m going to tell the two of them about what happened.”

“O-of course,” Henrik said.

“What happened?” Chase repeated.

He told me that something very unusual happened to him after we were separated, Jameson said. But he didn’t explain beyond that.

Marvin nodded. “It was... surprising. And... a lot. I’ve already explained to these two.” He gestured at Henrik and Jackie. “But I think it’s more important that you know. Especially you, Chase.”

“Um... okay.” Chase couldn’t keep the nervous edge out of his voice. “What is it?”

“I-I didn’t leave you guys in Suilthair intentionally,” Marvin said. “I-I really didn’t! I wouldn’t have!”

We know, Marvin, Jameson assured him.

“So... why did you leave?” Chase asked.

“Because of Draco.” Marvin pointed to the side, where Draco was still scratching the mast. “This is going to sound unbelievable. But it’s all true.” He took a deep breath, and started telling his story. About appearing in the Wyldwood, trekking through it, reaching that blasted heath, and having a conversation with the ghost of the first King of Glasúil.

“He... S-Samuel—K-King Samuel—” Chase stammered. “He—wants me... to see something in the Wyldwood? A-and he’s—the Elders, they’re—they also want that? Wh-what?”

I had no idea my vision would attract so much attention, JJ said, a look of awe on his face. I knew it was important, but... the Elders? A spirit? They’re getting involved?

“I-I can’t believe—” Chase shook his head. “Th-this can’t be—”

“Sam was very clear,” Marvin said. “Jameson’s vision has to come to pass.”

“Why?” Chase whispered. “I know that defeating the King is important for the kingdom, but... the Elders only get involved if something is serious. Have you heard that old story? From back before the kingdom was united, about the clan chief who... did terrible things to the people he was supposed to protect.”

“Terrible how?” Henrik asked, morbid curiosity on his face.

Chase shook his head. “Along the lines of torture. I-I don’t want to get any more specific than that. I heard that story when I was ten and it scarred my mind for life. But the point is, the Elder In The River ended up getting involved. They waited until the chief was crossing a river, and then made the water rise up around him, grabbing him and drowning him.”

“Holy flames,” Jackie said. “No, I’ve never heard that story.”

“Look, my point is that the Elders only get involved when something is very wrong,” Chase said. “When there’s a great affront to the world. The King is a tyrant, but why is it important enough for the Elders to guide me all the way across the island?”

Jameson’s eyes widened. He looked over at Chase. It’s not about the King.

“Huh?”

It’s about the spirit possessing him, Jameson said. After all, that’s the one being the tyrant. That Jack you know is the true King, and he’s trapped. Didn’t we agree that the spirit was unusually powerful?

Chase inhaled sharply. “Yes... we did...”

“The Elders are stepping in to stop this possessive spirit?” Henrik asked. “Ah, what is the word for one of those? There is a name for them, yes?”

“Spiolash,” Chase said. “But we don’t usually use their name. It might draw their attention. Possessive spirit is fine.” He paused. “Those possess people sometimes, but... they don’t usually give them magical abilities. W-we saw the King control lightning. That’s not something a spirit can do. This one... is unusually powerful.”

“Unnaturally powerful,” Marvin agreed. “You’re sure about this, right? The possession?”

“I am absolutely sure,” Chase confirmed. “It’s the only explanation.”

“I suppose it would explain why the King suddenly changed...” Henrik mused. “It seemed like one day, not too long after his coronation, he started enacting harsher policies quite suddenly. If he truly was possessed... it would...” He trailed off, eyes wandering over to the side, like he was following the path of a bird through the air.

“Schneep?” Jackie prompted.

Henrik snapped to attention and shook his head. “It would make sense, that is all I am saying.”

Chase glanced at Henrik, concerned, but decided to brush it off for now. He probably just saw something in the sky. Back to the current business. “So... I-I have to... go into the Wyldwood... journey for a week... a-and eventually learn something to help defeat the King?” he asked, his head spinning just hearing this.

“And I have to take you there,” Marvin confirmed. “I know the way. It’s burned into my mind. The rest of you—”

“What, you think we’re just going to let you go into the Wyldwood by yourselves?” Jackie asked. “Just the two of you? What if something happened?”

Chase tried to remember everything he’d learned about the Wyldwood from stories. It was a place where the magic of the world rose up, like water forming a well. The Fair Folk and other magical creatures were said to reside there. He vaguely remembered a theme of trickery in the stories about the place. Things not being what they seemed, but in an ordered sort of way. An organized chaos. “Y-yeah... that... that seems like a bad idea, to just go there alone.”

Marvin frowned. “Sam said to keep the group small. That it would be easier to pass through that way. To keep from... attracting attention.”

Then only a handful of people will come with us, Jameson said.

“Jair? You want to come too?” Marvin asked, surprised.

Jameson nodded. This is about my vision. I want to know what’s so important in that blasted heath. What could possibly help Chase make that vision a reality.

Chase laughed, staggering backwards. “I—I can’t believe this. I-I just can’t believe this. I—I—” He shook his head. “The dreams—The Horned Elder One really is guiding me. Guiding me to... to defeat this spirit inside the King. I...” He could only laugh again. “Why... me? I-I’m nothing special.”

“There must be a reason,” Henrik said. “There must be something about you that the Elders saw promise in. Some reason you will be the one to defeat him.”

“I... I guess.” Chase sighed. “But I... can’t see it.”

“You’re a good man, Chase,” Jackie said gently. “Maybe that’s all that’s needed.”

“Maybe...” Chase said, not bothering to hide the uncertainty in his voice. “Well... in any case. What are we doing now?”

“We’re going back to the new main camp,” Jackie says. “It’s on the Cliffs of Feall.”

“Really?!” Chase raised his eyebrows. “You forgot to mention that. Isn’t that place bad luck?”

“I... never heard anything like that,” Jackie said slowly.

“Me neither,” Marvin added.

I vaguely remember hearing something along those lines... Jameson said, brow furrowing in thought.

“It must be a legend local to the mountainous areas,” Henrik said. “The Jairsolas family had their claim at the base of the Northavens, yes?” Jameson nodded in response.

“If I’d known the place was bad luck, I wouldn’t have told everyone to camp there,” Jackie muttered.

“Vsevna said that the word ‘feall’ is a word that once meant betrayal,” Henrik said.

“Well it’s too late to move now,” Jackie said. “Everyone is settled. Anyway. We are going there. It’ll take about four days... or technically three and a half, since we’ve already been sailing for a while. Once we get there, we will set off for the Wyldwood. A small party of us, I can imagine we wouldn’t want more than seven or eight. Definitely less than ten. Marvin will lead the way.”

“We might need to prepare for that,” Henrik said.

“Whoa, hey, we can’t have all of you head into the Wyldwood!” Chase protested. “You three are the leaders! You can’t all go on a dangerous mission!”

Henrik, Jackie, and Marvin exchanged glances. “Well... we’ve already done that, coming here to rescue you two,” Jackie said. “What’s a bit longer? I’m sure the Phantoms are functioning fine without us.”

Chase shook his head. “We’ll talk about it more on the way. Sounds like we have a bit of a journey. But really, only four days? It’d take a week or more across land.”

“That is the power of the waterways, I suppose,” Henrik said, shrugging.

“I guess.” Chase stood there, looking out at the passing bank. “Uh... now... what?”

“I, uh... don’t know,” Marvin said slowly. “We talked about the quest we have to go on. That’s... all I wanted to say.”

“The quest.” Chase laughed. “That makes it sound so... official.”

“I don’t know a better word for it,” Marvin said, shrugging.

“We just go about our business until dinner, I guess,” Jackie said. “We’re still pretty close to Suilthair so I don’t think we should stop to camp for the night on the bank. So we’ll sleep on the boat. But there aren’t enough hammocks below, so some of us will have to sleep up on the deck in our bedrolls...”

As Jackie continued, Chase’s mind slowly drifted away, thoughts returning to what he just heard. The legendary King Samuel, the Green-Eyed King, the one who first united the island and founded Glasúil... still existed as a spirit. And wanted to speak to Chase. And the Elders... they’d been guiding him towards this the whole time, hadn’t they?

...Why?

He wasn’t anything important. He wasn’t a hero. He was just an average man. Anyone else on this ship would probably be better for this quest than him.

But here he was. Stuck in the middle of all this. It felt like so much.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Chase managed to claim a spot in the hammocks below deck by virtue of his kids not wanting to move from the hammocks they’d gotten into earlier. The others all stayed up on the deck. Well, Henrik got to stay in the cabin with Vsevna, which caused Chase to raise his eyebrows. He wanted to say something like “oooo, what’s that about?” but Henrik looked... bothered by something. So he thought it was better to leave it alone. He went below deck and chose a hammock by the ones Amabel and Quentin had claimed earlier, and slowly drifted off.

When he next opened his eyes, he was having another draísling.

It seemed the garden was a thing of the past. He was back in that regal-looking hallway that he’d been to last time. The one that looked like it belonged in the castle when it was normal. And at the end was that pair of heavy-looking grand wooden doors, open and waiting for him. The deer with the golden antlers stood in the doorway. It looked at Chase, tilting its head. And then it turned and pointed into the room with its antlers.

Chase nodded back and walked forward. He knew what to expect.

The throne room was the same as the last dream. Tall stone pillars and a green carpet that ended at the dais at the far end of the long room. On the dais was the carved wooden throne with green cushions and three gems at the top. And in the throne, Jack. Slumped over, chained to the chair. He looked up as Chase approached, blue eyes brightening with some emotion. “Chase. I-it’s... it’s good to see you again. You got out of the city, didn’t you?”

“Y-yea.” Chase walked up the dais, kneeling next to the throne like he did last time. “How did you know that?”

“Thalia told the King,” Jack said. “And... I saw.”

“Wait... y-you saw?” Chase’s eyes widened. “Do you mean—you still see everything that the King does? Everything that your body goes through?”

“I experience it all,” Jack confirmed. “I just don’t have any control over it. I’m like... a passenger in a carriage.” His eyes glazed over slightly. “I can look out the window, but someone else has the reins of the horses.”

“Elders,” Chase whispered. “I... I didn’t realize... i-it didn’t... really sink in until now. That’s... truly horrifying.”

Jack smiled darkly. “You get used to it. But... it is.”

Chase shook his head. “I-I swear, Jack, I’ll help you. I’ll find some way to get rid of that spirit. I-in fact—”

“Don’t say anything,” Jack snapped. “He can hear everything in here, remember?”

“Right.” Chase had reached that realization at the same time. “I’ll just say... we’re working on it.”

“Thank you.” Jack hesitated. “Chase, you have to know something,” he said hurriedly.

“Huh? What?”

“He’s coming after you,” Jack said. “He’s coming after you personally.”

A sudden burst of wind pushed Chase backwards. He cried out and grabbed onto the armrest of the throne.

Jack grabbed his hand, squeezing it tight, eyes wide. “He’s coming after you now, Chase! He’s following you! He’s going to—”

And then the wind kicked up again and Chase fell back, his hand slipping out of Jack’s hand as he fell off the dais—

And then he was awake again, gasping for breath in the middle of the night. Jack’s warning echoed in his head. Jack knew everything the King did. He knew what he was planning.

Chase scrambled out of the hammock, falling to the ground with a yelp. He got up as quickly as possible and ran for the stairs leading up onto the deck. It was still dark. He had difficulty finding the others, but eventually spotted them, three bedrolls in a cluster by the cabin door. “Guys!” he shouted, bolting over, nearly tripping over others on the deck. He knelt next to Jackie’s and started shaking him awake, and then Marvin and Jameson.

“Hmmwha?” Jackie blinked.

“What’s going on?” Marvin mumbled.

Chase? Jameson signed sleepily.

“I know it’s the middle of the night, but this is important!” Chase said. “The King is coming after us.”

“Of course he is,” Jackie said, confused.

Chase shook his head. “No, he’s doing it himself. Right now.” He could see the others’ eyes widen in the hint of light on the boat. “He’s going to personally make sure we don’t get far.”

Jackie sat up straight. “Well... we’d better move fast, then.”

Chase nodded. They had to get to the Wyldwood before the King could catch up. Before the King could stop them from learning whatever it would take to defeat him.

The race was on.

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smallraindrops-blog · 6 months ago

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I am once again going insane over Wake Me From This Dreaming. The little bits we get of Y/N childhood and then stories of his and Hypnos children get me so happy (and sometimes incredibly sad for Y/N considering his youth before his Father and Pa).

Also, I loved the little short Ponyo AU you wrote! Big slumbering God hypnos and his overly concerned husband got me giggling.

Love that in certain chapters, Y/N tells Hypnos stories from his youth cause I can see it so perfectly in my mind. (Him having to run and do math due to disrespecting Chiron is a prime example!)

Rambling aside, I hope you are doing well and I can't wait for the next chapter! (Or anything you write really, all of it is a wonderful treat!)

You are so sweet omg. 😭 😭 Thank you so much! <3

I love writing the family moments and they are often my most favorite parts. I am so so so happy you enjoy them too! <3<3

The Ponyo Au might be one my unexpected favorites, i just love the idea of a giant Hypnos napping away with his many children running around and Y/N chasing after them, lol.

And aww yeah, I need to write more Y/N's childhood stuff especially his time with Chrion.

I am actually planning on posting something for Father’s Day with the kiddos so keep an eye out for that. :D

ALSO! I don’t know if you would be interested but If you are, I went ahead and posted my updated character sheets for the Kiddos under the read more if you want to see them. :)

Morpheus

Role:God of Dreams and Visions

Gender: he/him

Family Role: The Firstborn. Take over the ‘family business’

Physical appearance: Takes after Hypnos. Same white curls ( he wears his hair much shorter) and golden eyes. However he has a skin tone that is closer to his Father. He is lean, but not slender like his dad. He also had a deeper voice and is the second tallest of the siblings

Info:

Morpheus takes his place as the oldest brother seriously and often tries to be a role model for his siblings. Something which his siblings lovingly mock him for.

He is curious, loves some juicy gossip and regularly gets into mischief. Sometimes gets too involved in mortal affairs (Don’t ask him what happened in Athena’s temple in Athens, he is still banned from there. He had sent lady Athena a long apology letter along with treats for her owl for an apology.)

Morpheus tries to act serious and in charge, especially since he was unofficially taking over Hypnos’ job among mortals. Especially so many gods expect him to act like his dad.

He may or may not have tried to act like his Father, serious and brooding, but it didn't really work out for him.

During his down time, he can be found playing on his lyre, coming up with new songs. He often reads as well, a habit he got from his dad.

When he is around family or close friends, he is more easy going, and not afraid to crack a bad joke or two. He is more affectionate too, physical touch - hugs and noogies- is his love language.

Morpheus is a little more closer to his dad then his Father due working together however he still wants his Father’s approval. He hadn’t said anything but he just really wanted his Father to be proud of him.

While his powers over dreams and visions are not to be denied - he might be the strongest of the siblings but that would depend on Phobetor who is still growing- he isn’t the best physical fighter. His reflex is slower than most gods, he also tends to freeze up during conflicts before acting. He also second guesses himself often.

This had been a source of conflict between him and his Father. With Y/N being fearful something could happen to his son and Morpheus feeling like he isn’t good enough. They will eventually resolve it but for now, it remains a sore spot between them.

When Morpheus fully grows into his powers and into his role, he will have visions and prophecies as part of his domain which makes him a popular god among mortals and even other gods, giving him a bit of an ego.

Eventually on a hot summer night, he will meet a mortal who can sing like a siren and who isn’t very impressed by Morpheus and tell him exactly where he can shove his visions.

Morpheus falls in love immediately.

Random facts:

He doesn’t like sweets much and would rather have a meat stick.

Poems are his most favorite things to read

Refuses to wear red because he feels like he looks too much like his dad. Favors blue or purple.

Icelos

Role: Goddess of animals and their dreams.

Gender: She/They

Family Role: Second oldest, she is her Father’s daughter

Physical appearance: Takes after Hypnos and Nyx. She has those trademark white curls, however she usually style it in a braid of some kind when out and about. Has big amber eyes, high cheekbones and has fox-like fangs when she smiles, considered to be very beautiful.

Info:

Twin to Phantasos, born just before him.

Icelos takes pride in her job and she is serious when on the job and doesn’t like to play around. She can be blunt and isn’t afraid to use her resting bitch face. She can glare just like Y/N.

She deeply loves and respects all animals, from the grossest maggot to the graceful swan. Icelos also understands the natural order and loathes those who dare disturb it. This had led to a close friendship with Lady Artemis and her followers.

Outside of work, Icelos is much more relaxed and likes to spend more of her time with her twin or one of her family members. She is very protective of her twin and often speaks for him.

She has a good relationship with everyone in the family, bonding with her parents and playing around her brothers. She does worry a little more about Phobetor since he is the youngest and has a heavy title to bear.

She is the one who drags the family out of the house to go watch plays or to go to parties.

Icelos is clever and has a talent for many art forms, leading her to picking up and dropping many hobby stuff as she moves on. At the moment, she is taken with spinning and weaving. She has a lyre collecting dust in her bedroom. And knitting needles. Paint brushes buried in the depth of her closet…

Y/N was somewhat more involved with her training, due to his own fear of his daughter being alone out in the world ( he had been in war, he knew the horrors inflicted upon women.) and her own skills. She fights like a feral creature and is skilled at using a bow and arrow.

She hasn't met anyone yet. She is actually a huge romantic and is a sucker for a good love story. She is hoping that she will fall in love like her parents and grandparents.

However, she caught the eyes of quite a few gods and mortals. She regularly received courting gifts, sometimes in huge piles in front of the house.

Random Facts:

Struggles to eat meat. It is hard to eat something that once could communicate back.

Thinks biting is a valid way to communicate but doesn’t do it anymore often.

Has a hidden drawer filled with romance novels and plays.

Phantasos

Role:God of objects and their dreams.

Gender: he/him when in normal form or It/Its when inside an object/working

Family Role: the middle child, the peacemaker

Physical appearance: a healthy mix of Y/N and Hypnos. He has Y/N’s coloring but with Hypnos’ facial features and hair type. He has lavender eyes, lighter than Charons’. He is stronger than he appears. He is also the shortest family member.

Info:

The third born, the twin to Icelos.

Phantasos, or Phan as he is known among loved ones. Phan enjoys his work, taking the time to learn each Object that comes under his care. He enjoys the stories they whispered to him.

Many underestimate him, much like they did to his dad. Anything can be an object, a hairbrush that sees the affairs in the bedrooms, a blade buried in someone’s back to a small rock used to create fire to burn down a city.

They all fall under his care and he knows all of their secrets.

Sometimes he takes them back to their rightful owners or gives them to Uncle Charon. Some he takes home with him. He hates seeing things break, especially if it is beyond repair.

When he is spending time with family, he is usually quiet with a book in his hands or working on a puzzle. His family don’t mind however and just try to make sure he doesn’t feel left out. He is often the tiebreaker or the one breaking up fights when their parents aren’t around.

He has a good relationship with both parents, with Y/n and him just sitting quietly together to bond or him and his dad chatting about books.

Phan is an okay fighter, with an innate understanding of weapons. He doesn’t have the talent for it like Icelos or Phobetor however. He and Y/n had to work together one on one to get him caught up. He didn’t mind, it was just more time with Father.

He is just as protective of his twin sister, however he is much more quiet about it. There may be a few pushy mortals who he had a private little chat with.

Phan actually enjoys working with Charon and can be found manning one of his shops for his uncle. He is more of a workaholic than his sister but tries to make time for his family.

Like his twin, he hasn't met anyone. Unlike her, he isn’t totally sure if he wants to. However, there is one among his Dad’s attendants that he might have a soft spot for.

Random facts:

Uses dream space to store most of the objects that want to stay with him, due to the limited space in his bedroom.

His beloved stuffed animal had a special spot on his bed, the spot where Father had carefully repaired it still visible.

Knows a certain attendants’ favorite treat - fresh bread with a drizzle of honey.

Phobetor

Role: God of Nightmares and Fear

Gender: He/they

Family Role: The youngest one, Dearly beloved by all of his family.

Physical Appearance: Copy and Paste of Y/N. Or near to it. He will grow to be the largest one in the family, both in height and bulk. He will have the exact same shade of gold irises as his dad. His hair will also have a bit of a wave to it, kept somewhat short. Sometimes the shadows twist and change shape when near him, following his every footsteps.

His other forms are horrible eldritch abominations beyond mortal understanding and best not discussed.

Info:

Sometimes, he doesn’t know the difference between himself and his duty. He doesn’t hate it or love it, it just is. Just like his dad and Sleep.

However he likes to be useful so he takes the mindset that the only way to move forward is to face your fears and tries to make the nightmares useful in some way.

As the god of nightmares and fear, he spends most of his time in the deep depths of the subconscious. He is able to know a person’s greatest fear just by being near, seeing pictures of them or even just overhearing their name from someone else.

Once he is fully grown, many will not go near or interact with Phobetor, with some feeling some form of existential dread being in his presence. However, he is able to interact normally with his family due their mutual powers in the sleep domain.

When Phobetor does deal with other people, he is usually cool and distant when spoken to. Not because he wants to be mysterious, he is just like Hypnos in that he can’t read social cues. Like completely clueless.

When spending time with his family, he is usually by Dad’s side, playfully arguing with one of his siblings ( usually Icelos or Morpheus since Phan never takes the bait), reading, or listening to Morpheus’ playing on the lyre

Icelos had gotten him to take up embroidery, he actually quite likes it. He is close to both parents, but he is definitely still Hypnos’ baby due to close bonding when he was an infant and Hypnos’ powers keeping away any nightmares that came to him.

Phobetor adores training and takes to fighting like a fish to water. His skills and powerness is comparable to Achilles and his father, something he is proud of. He trains often by himself and regularly with his Father and grandfather, delighted that he has someone to play fight with. He had fought against uncle Zagreus occasionally as well.

Due to his standoffish nature and awareness that people are fearful of him, he keeps to himself and is fairly sure he will be single forever. Oddly enough, he is fine with it even if he would like to have a warm, loving relationship like his parents.

However he had been one of the lucky few to spend a night with some of Aphrodite’ attendants, he never told anyone this, partly because he still doesn’t know how he ended up in that situation. Also he doesn’t kiss and tell.

He is completely unaware that there are people who have a crush on him, calling him tall, dark and handsome. He would not know what to do with this information since he thought people are supposed to be scared of him.

Random Facts:

Knows about Icelos’ secret romance books and definitely stole a book or two before.

Tends to wear black since Icelos told him black goes with everything, wearing an outfit much like his father’s, he doesn’t know how else to dress.

Enjoys sweets, can eat endless honeycombs.

#wake me from this dreaming #sleep family

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//heyy I hate to ask this bc it's probably annoying/inconvenient but my brain does this dumb thing where it's like, "you can't interact with that person, you're months out of date with their lore" which is stupid but brains suck sometimes

//so. I hate asking this cause it's probably time consuming but. Could I maybe have a summary (doesn't need to be detailed!!) of unovanra (& possibly joltik guy, since you guys are very connected characters I think) lore? Specifically after minkst went to jail

//I know this would probably take for ever, so if you just give me arc tags or a link to posts with major events that's totally fine too! I don't mind reading through stuff at all and I like your writing! But if I didn't have a starting point / label of "here's what's important" I'd try to Read Everything and get burned out

//Thank you! Sorry! Your characters are cool! AAAAA

//okay!!!

i will do my best!!! it will be under the cut for length!! HEED TAGS SERIOUSLY THIS IS SUPER LONG. ITS FROM LATE NOVEMBER TO NOW. ITS SO LONG. PLEASE.

NOV 24-29: okay so! after Minsk got arrested, CD stayed with their dad for a while, since their dad found out how their face got burned and he did a skin grafting surgery on their wound. CD is scared of catmons after this. While CD is in surgery and recovering, their dad (Atley Deo) takes over the account briefly (his tag is #pater plantarum). He is the head of Deo horticulture, a plant based business. Auzi owes Atley a blood debt. Atley asks about service mon and everyone and their mother suggests a smeargle. It is revealed that CD's mother and Atleys wife died in childbirth. Joltiks boyfriend breaks up with them while CD is out. When they come back they are very woozy.

NOV 30-DEC 1: CD decides to adopt an eevee egg from @/allthatglitterzz, and they receive a smeargle service mon to monitor their heart "arrythmia" , lovingly named Stencil. nobody thinks its an actual arrythmia and also people are even more theorizing that he is a plant. Speaking of that arrythmia, CD has a heart attack while home alone, and Stencil calls Joltik instead of their dad to come help. Their heart had stopped entirely, but a zap from Tik sets it back going again. Joltik calls CD's dad, and then leaves before Atley comes home.

DEC 2-DEC 6 : The eevee egg hatches! She is a beautiful baby girl and her name is Porridge, Pidge for short. CD is diagnosed with the TIsm for plant identification reasons /joke. CD and Joltik watch a lot of competition reality tv shows.

DEC 7-DEC 8: Nothing really important happens

DEC 9- DEC 15 : Joltik asks CD to catch them in a pokeball. CD keeps buying candles and they keep going missing, much to their annoyance. CD catches Joltik and it goes poorly, Joltik gets a bit messed up because of it. His candles continue to go missing, people begin to theorize about litwik. A new problem arises: a resident with a mightyena that is hopped up on X attack is roaming campus. DEC 16- : A candle appears on CD's windowsill, looking a lot like a litwick, although it has no flame. its merged into the windowsill and cannot be moved. It continues to amass more wax. CD names it Kerosene, after being hounded a bit by anons. DEC 17 -18 : Pidge briefly goes being, being found in Joltik's dorm. She knocks over a drawing filled with thunder stones and evolves into a Jolteon. Mightyena guy comes back, CD is on duty and patrols to chase him off. CD runs into him on patrol, and Pidge gets her ear torn off by the mightyena. CD goes offline, and Kerosene takes over the phone. It is implied that Kero evolved into a lanpent and consumes the mightyena to save CD. Kero uses a spirit box to communicate, saying that CD was at a pokecenter, and asking for help as she is lost. Joltik comes to find her. DEC 18 -23 Nothing overly important happens. CD accidentally helps Joltiks eevee Mint evolve into Umbreon.

DEC 23- 26: CD's dad finds out about the mightyena attack, and wants to assign CD a bodyguard which they think is stupid. their dad makes them stay home for a while. Tik comes to visit and watch shows while Atley is out. Atley comes back early, but isnt mad, just starts interrogating Tik a bit.

DEC 27-30 : Christmas present from dad!! It's a sprigatito named trowel!! Technically Juniper's first canon interaction with CD! @/sinnohstruggles

DEC 31: Lucretia Minsk escapes prison

JAN 1: the nuytsia project arc starts. should be tagged #the nuytsia project but is occasionally mispelled as #the nuystia project. Summary: joltik is infected by a parasite that makes them compulsed to protect and take care of CD, CD is revealed to be kept alive by a living plant inside them after being stillborn. Atley gains remote access of CD's phone for a brief takeover to try and explain why he did what he did. Atley then proceeds to let himself be taken to jail without struggle. CD is very very sad and distressed by the events of the arc. ARC OFFICIALLY ENDED JAN 8

JAN 9-12 : not a whole lot of importance here, cd gets sleepy and slow in the cold because plant. Juniper and CD start dating and they are cute lmao JAN 13-20 :CD's granparents get in contact, finally hearing that Atley is in jail. They attempt to get custody of CD, all of the pokemon, and all of Atley's assets. Atley did not get along well with his parents and a Lawyer will be in contact with CD, as they are being taken to court. CD quits their job as an RA and drops out of college due to stress from the oncoming court case. They begin lashing out a bit, because of the stress. CD has an argument with Juniper where Juniper attempts to help them but CD feels like they are being treated like a child. They throw the phone at the wall in frustration and Kero takes over the account. During the court case, CD has a heart attack due to the stress, and their grandparents use that to win the case, gaining custody over CD and all of Atley's assets.

JAN 21-22 : CD is taken to live with their grandparents. Their pokemon are taken from them, leaving them only with Stencil, Trowel, and Pidge (as well as Kerosene who is there secretly). CD is locked in their room at the grandparents house during this period, not allowed to leave. The house is cold and they feel slow and sick, not allowed plants or anything from home. They are fed food that makes them sick. CD begins sending audio messages to their friends, but they are short because they get in trouble when caught. It is revealed that the house is in Icirrus City. Kerosene evolved into a Chandelure in order to melt the window and get CD out of the house. JAN 23-FEB 1 : CD's phone is still broken, so they post audio recordings for a while. While in the Snowy forest, CD finds a eevee named Kiwi in a basket, who becomes very clingy and comes along with. It is revealed that CD has now been declared a missing person by their Grandparents. ALSO JUNIPER AND CD ACTUALLY STARTED DATING THE 28TH I FUCKED UP. Anons start hounding CD to go to moss rock because they think it will activate CD's latent plant powers. CD notably doesnt want Kiwi to evolve and gives kiwi 5 everstones. Kiwi dips once they get to pinwheel and loses all their everstones somehow, evolving into a leafeon, much to cds dismay. CD goes home very grumpy about this.

FEB 2- :Silvervine arc starts. should be tagged #silvervine arc. Summary: kiwi roots into cd, merging into them and making them a leafeon hybrid. minsk kidnaps CD, brainwashing/mindcontrolling them with her control over cat-mon. The hybridization merge makes CD have a rush of endorphins and dopamine to minimize the pain, giving them a floaty fuzzy feeling. cd helps minsk with some gardening ;3 lore is dropped, and CD escapes, fully hybridized, but still somewhat conditioned to listen to certain command phrases told to them by minsk, and feeling floaty fuzzy when they fall into leafeon instincts. THIS ARC ENDED FEB 5TH FEB 5th- Onward: Juniper went to a psych ward after stress from CD not wanting to see him post hybridization, he is still there. CD is briefly blocked by both tik and juniper. CD goes to live in lostlorn for a while. CD kinda breaks up with Juniper??? unclear. CD can now spead to cat mon and understand grass types. they meet a tropius named Yache who joins their team. CD lives with Juniper's pokemon team for a while before an argument happens and they leave again. now theyre kinda homeless! also! they turned into a leafeon for a few days and now they can kinda do that sometimes maybe work in progress I hope this was helpful!!!

#tw kidnapping #tw brainwashing #tw mindcontrol #tw manipulation #tw pysch ward #pokeblogging #rotomblr #pkmn irl #pokemon irl #irl pokemon #irl pkmn #pokeblr #anon ask

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