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Summary: Remus revels his secret to you, and is surprised when you accept him so blindly. Sirius and you find a way to make him know how loved he truly is.

Pairing: Poly!wolfstar x female reader

Warnings: Talks of bruises and injury, feeling inadequate (Remus), crying, comfort and fluff, suggestive themes.

Word count: 2.7k

AN: I have rewritten this so many times over the past week because I had no idea how to finish it. That and I’m still ill at the moment. Hopefully I managed to do it justice. Thank you. If you enjoy, please, like, comment and reblog.

Remus had come accustomed to the idea of being a werewolf. It was forced upon him after Fenrir Greyback took that choice away from the boy before he could even reach his fifth birthday.

This hospital ward is a chrysalis in the worst of ways. Remus usually a kind and beautiful person had been melted down to liquid and reformed into the butterfly, conscious and feeling the process at work.

Remus lies in the bleach tinctured ward on the crisp but thinning sheets. A curtain hangs limply on the chrome railing, looking like it's been washed a thousand times. With eyes on the polystyrene tiles avoiding your gaze. If he were to look into them, his heart would break into pieces without a moments breath. His chest begins to crack his spirt as it tightens into a knot like a cramp and a quiet fear builds inside.

Though the room is unfamiliar to you, in that hospital bed is a soul that has been woven into yours since the first time you laid eyes on him at Kings Cross Station all those years ago.

The look in your eyes broke him. Still, you required confirmation from him before going any further.

“Remus, you’re scaring me.” Your fingers found his as you sat down on the edge of the hospital bed. Blankets shifted underneath at your weight.

“Have you heard of a little thing called lycanthropy?”

The head nod with wide eyes that Remus received from you was enough confirmation to continue his explanation.

“When I was four, another werewolf, Fenrir Greyback, he, well..bit me. He was angry with my father about what he said about werewolves. So he used me to punish my father in his own twisted way.”

Most wizards and witch’s did not take well to his lycanthropy creating a constant fear in Remus since he was a little boy. His ma and da felt it. Sirius, James, Peter and Lily felt it. Now you did too.

“Every month when on the full moon, I leave to avoid hurting anyone and the boys come with me-“

“In their anigmus forms.”

“You knew?” Remus chocked out from his tired body.

“Only that they were anigmi, nothing of your condition. Regulus, Pandora and I caught on quickly. They weren’t exactly subtle.” You wiped a tear before it could fall from your face, offering Remus a smile as you spoke.

“You never cease to amaze me, angel.” Remus hand cupped your check and gently he used his figure to wipe your tears. You couldn’t believe he was comforting you when he was the one in pain.

“I understand if you decide you cannot be with me, anymore. Just please don’t punish Sirius for my condition.”

The words left his mouth and left a sting down your throat. You bartered your eyelashes a few times in confusion.

“Why would I do that?” You asked frowning your brows together as if it was merely a simple question.

Sirius and Remus exchanged a look of disbelief and confusion, more so Remus than Sirius. The werewolf had decided he didn’t wish to condemn you to this life but Sirius had told him his lycanthropy shouldn’t change a thing. He was more than happy to defend him if it did, but he didn’t needed to. Within moments you had accepted him as is.

“Will you do me one favour.” Your eyes met his honey brown ones, an unspoken message of love spoken between the two of you.

“Anything, dove.” Remus’s voice was gently but betrayed a hint of desperation that left you feeling uneasy.

“Let me come, next time.” Your voice held warmth and your eyes were practically begging and pleading for him to say yes.

The thin injured werewolf dropped his hand from your face immediately like a chain reaction. His gentle face was replaced with one of pure and utter horror. A sharp wine escaped him a mix of pain and horror.

“No, no, no, dovie, you can’t.”

“Animals are safe to werewolves, are they not?” You didn’t mean to smirk but you couldn’t help it.

“Yes, but you-“

“Are an anigmus.” You chuckled under your breath, your eyes griming with joy for the boys having not figured this out.

“Damn, you little minx.” Sirius said through a smirk which you could almost hear in his voice.

“More like an angel reincarnated.” Remus winced when he moved to kiss you so you quickly adjusted your position to make it more comfortable for him.

“Nothing could make me stop loving you, Remus John Lupin.”

“You’re mental, you know that.”

“Mm, but you that’s like em, don’t ye.” You smirked leaning against his side. Remus adjusted his position to wrap his arm around you so you could lay into him.

“That he does.” Sirius chimed in a sense of joy radiating through him for you accepting Remus. Though he would have given you a piece of his mind if you didn’t.

“Come here, love.” You held out your hand to Sirius urging him to join you and Remus’s cuddle. Which he was more than happy to oblige to.

The cold ant-sceptic smelling air could not resist to nip at your exposed skin. Remus pulled you closer to combat the cold. The werewolf sandwiched in between his two lovers. Both careful of his bruises and injuries which still made you cringe every time he winced. You couldn’t believe he had to do this every month, your heart broke for him.

You titled your head to rest it in the crock of Remus’s neck giving you ample opportunity to admire him. In those brown eyes was the warmth of an everlasting hearth, as if they were the wood that could burn with golden flame yet be forever perfectly entire. Just bright enough to shine in the shadows They are a million hues combined together, the word “brown” does not even begin to describe them. They are the forbidden forest and the changing of leaves with seasons, the soil in summer and after the rains. How could someone ever reduce something so spellbinding to one word, when the colours invite us to marvel in their simplicity. Rich brown coloured curls framed his sacred face, reminding you of the sandy beaches back home at your vacation home.

He was beautiful you had thought. Even with bruises littering his body in shades of blue and purple. He was the kind of beauty that expands a moment into a personal eternity, a heaven you wish to be a part of.

A shiver of golden light would race down your spine, every time, every time when you laid eyes on him.

The good werewolf was the protector, as were the angel witches, yet man could not tell the difference between them and the evil degenerates and chased them all from our lands. You could tell the difference and so could Sirius. If and when Remus doubted that fact, you would be there to remind him.

For the two of you could see the mighty goodness within him.

He was sure once he had recovered he would begin to feel the shame and horror of condemning you to such a life. To which you would most likely reassure and reassure him until he came to terms with the fact that you nor Sirius were going anywhere.

Your eyes met Sirius, and you ran your fingers through his. Taking the chance to admire your second boyfriend. The hair that fell from his head was woven from the black heavens, fine strands of spacetime and starlight. Flowing as sweetly as a poet's ink and quill. It contrasted beautifully against his pale skin. His grey eyes had a settling effect, reassuring in their reflectiveness. They were the shine of a star in the nighttime sky.

The pieces of your heart that had been struggling to fit into these world became so quiet when cuddling with your two favourite boys; it was as if they had found peace in you, as if they needed your glue to bridge their gaps and connect. That thought allowed you to pass into a peaceful sleep, while Sirius watched over your shared lover.

No relationship is without trial and error. You knew that better than anyone. Yet you had thought things would become easier between the three of you after learning Remus’s secret.

However, you could sense problems still existed in depths and crack of your relationship. The way Remus would coil occasionally at your touch, the way he isolated himself from you. He hated that not only had he condemned his parents, friends, and boyfriend to a life of misery but he had now done the same to you.

Lycanthropy took away his chance at happiness but it shouldn’t take away yours. Yet it hasn’t, he was the one who had ripped that away from you. You didn’t desveres to fall for a werewolf. Or rather he did not deserve the love and affection that you had offered him so blindly.

The sounds of the black lake evaded your senses as the three of you took in its haunting beauty. Behind you was the outline of the statue of Hogwarts Castle. Sirius had managed to convince you to come down here to entrust your help to reassure your werewolf boyfriend of your shared standpoint surrounding his condition.

The lake met the sun with such grace that day, as if the three of you were so enchanted by this eternal dance that you barely noticed the cold of late autumn England air.

From its core, the lake, reflected the blue sky as the most sincere of smiles. A smile which could only he bested by the beauty of your boys. Underneath you felt the green canvas of the floral flash-mob, or what you imagined a flash mob would look like you weren’t completely sure what it was to be certain.

Tall silken ribbons resembling the ones you wore in your hair sheltered earth and beetle same.

The grass on your soles is soft on soft, warm on warm, a gentle tickle as each giving wand forms a cushion of green.

The meadow surrounding the lake meandered in all ways that are soft to the breeze, the green flowing in bonny waves as any river would be proud to do. You were so enchanted by it you had almost forgotten your entire reason for coming down to this lake in the first place. Sirius had been the one to remind you when he had called Remus’s name.

“Moons, me and Y/N want to talk to you.” Sirius brushed the stray curls from Remus’s face as he spoke gently into his ear.

“What it is?” Remus hummed in response trying to act nonchalantly but you could tell he was anything but that.

“You do know we’re not going to leave you, right?” It was your turn to comfort him after he had done the same to on numerous occasions before.

“Course, I do.” The honey brown hues of his eyes seemed confused at your question.

“You sure, love?” Sirius leaned forward to tilt your shared boyfriend’s chin to face him completely.

Remus remained silent for a while scaring you both. When he did spoke it broke both of you with every syllable. “You shouldn’t have to live in misery because of me.”

“Moons, we chose this, you think I wanted to fall in love with my one of best friends and than the girl I practically hated.” Sirius chuckled in a low breath.

“And do you think I wanted to fall for my best friend’s brother who I pretended to hate, and his gorgeous boyfriend.” You leaned in to settle your face on Remus’s chest.

“What are you both trying to say?” The voice crack in his voice held a hint of desperation mixed with fear.

“You ain’t getting rid of us that easy, Rem.” Sirius smirked before beginning to attack Remus’s jawline with kisses.

“Not. A. Chance.” You chimed in, playing with the ends of his curls.

“But..why?” Remus asked as he sat up to lean his back against the tree.

“Bloody hell, because you’re you. Rem-I-well-we know that everything you have to offer outweighs your little flaw-your condition-whatever you want to call it. Dosen’t change anything, it didn’t when you told me-“

“And it hasn’t now that you have told me.” You finished for Sirius.

“Fuck, how I’d get so lucky?” Remus threw back his head in laughter mixed with love.

“Well, you’re gorgeous for one thing.” Sirius smirked leaning down to Remus’s chest.

“You can say that again.” You rested your head on top of his chest.

“Hey, hey, stop loving on me, dovie here is deprived.” Remus pulled Sirius off him gently. You blushed at his words, checks reddened in embarrassment.

“He does have a point, darling. Get over here.” Sirius smirked and pulled you to his side leaving Sirius in the middle of the three of you.

“Now that is hardly fair.” Remus chuckled.

“Patience is a virtue, Monny.” Sirius said through kisses to your lips.

“When I have ever been a patient man.”

There is a casual grace to the grass near the lake, as if it has a peripheral awareness of its own beauty yet would rather be at peace in this warm sun. That lake was a happy song, a poetry to eye and soul, bright in all the hues our Earth can dream of.

In his heart, Remus felt that he could survive anything if he felt loved, even these pains that come to explode within, these silent hand grenades. With kindness he could make it, as with compassion there is grace. For so long he had feared he would never be able to revive such a gift, but he was proved wrong by four Gryffindor boys and now again by you. Your smile was finer than any drug Madam Prompery could prescribe him. You were his medicine. The acceptance you offered was all he needed. As long as Sirius and you were there to remind him of that love, perphas maybe, he would keep his humanity. Be more than what he had been condemned to before even reaching school age.

The grass is taller than you had ever seen it, meadow-like but still green. All that's missing is the weeds that were so beautiful in the somerset fields. You looked forward to how it would look in the spring. The blue cornflowers, scarlet poppies, white asters and even the thistles. Next spring you hoped you would be able to scatter seeds in the newly softened soil with your boys by your side. This time next year the grass will be just as high, but a riot of colour in place of the uniform green – something to warm your soul as well as please the eye.

Nothing in your life could have prepared you for the whirlwind that came with falling in love for those two boys. No ballroom lesson, tutoring lesson with the finest teacher in the world, fencing, fine dining, conversation protocol, society rules, or anything your mother had told you. You had denied yourself of love for so long now, you had thought you were content without it.

Oh how you were wrong.

You couldn’t imagine why you had denied yourself this for so long. As Sirius made your giggles into fits of laughter when he picked you up while the both of you were knee deep in the lake. Remus watching the two of you from a distance, his black jeans scuffed by the wet grass. A camera around his neck, as he snuck pictures of the two of you when you weren’t watching.

The way your fingers found Remus’s beautiful brown curls as he made you giggle when gently placing kisses to your neck and down your jawline. Or when you had the privilege to watch the two boys cuddle up underneath a red plaid blanket because Sirius had shivered from the cold once he left the confines of the black lake.

The three of you sat there in late autumn, the grass moving in steady waves, those long heads of golden seed as calming as harbour waves. There was something about it, their movement synchronized yet independent, their hues so close yet unique. They danced in that way, came the song of crickets and the chirps of birds content to be warmed by gentle rays. You recall thinking of the days you had been so blessed just ti have made eye contact with one of your boys, and now, they were yours and you were theirs.

The feeling to the inner joy of anticipating the autumn colours. You love the reds and golds as much as anyone, yet the rich browns have a homely feel, something of the earth. You let your mind wonder when those changes will come, perhaps as early as next month or the one after. Then every day those changes bring an inner smile in rain and shine. Despite any doubt in your mind, this was the happiest you had ever felt.

No amount of pureblood society rules or lycanthropy stigma could ruin that for you. You were home.

They were your home.

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warning - bad guy wants to kill people and threatens to eat them + ship invasion

General Morbius was one an accomplished soldier. He was ruthless to his enemies, loyal to those who appreciated him, and willing to do anything. He was made for war. The coalition was not, it was made for peace and thus the general was rarely if ever used.

He had been fine with this...until he rejected as captain of the main ship. A tighalax by the name of Nox was chosen instead. Nox was not ruthless, was too hesitant to make the hard decisions, was a runt.

Morbius would not let a runt replace him.

That's when he met Sine Macula, a ruler who stood for everything the coalition did but was not afraid of getting their hands dirty to do so. Morbius respects that and so he fed him information. He got away with this for several months until found out...but not caught. There was not enough proof to charge him with treason and so he laid low. His schedule became tight and rigid, work then straight home. No dawdling or talking...well not to anyone he thought were a real threat.

The human chef from the west side cafeteria, the human who was head of sanitation, the human from the youngling centre, these were the only ones he talked to. They were the only one's who understood him and listened to him. At least that's what he thought.

He had a strange feeling about why the captain's first mate had reduced the amount of tails/watchers on him and so he did some digging. Oh how he longed to rip those filthy humans apart with his teeth...how he longed to watch the life leave their eyes as they gurgled out pleas through blood...

He let them into his home, he let them know of his thoughts and desires, he told them details and secrets, he let them meet his family-touch his family with those filthy dirty hands!!

He has calls to make.

.

The general cruelly smiles as he walks through the halls and sees his former allies escorted into the cargo bay, a temporary jail until they see who is worthy to join and who is to die.

His grin widens as he steps into the command center to see the Captain wrestled to the ground along with the first mate. A muzzle is shoved into the tighalax's mouth. A shock collar is strapped around the petronlic's neck. How lovely.

Growls and curses follow him as he turns around to continue to enjoy the show. He sees dozens of his new soldiers subdue an orc with tasers and guns loaded with rubber bullets. He hopes Fenrir will see his side and join, the orc will be a wonderful soldier.

Disgust crosses his face as he sees the ships tech supports throuple make the most offensive and crude gestures to him as they're dragged to the cargo bay. How Quip ended up Glip and Kal he'll never know.

..

"So we have everyone?"

"Not yet General, we're missing 30."

"30? How was I not made aware of 30 missing crew members??" he sneers grabbing the soldier by the shoulder.

"They weren't high priority-!"

"Well they are now since you lost them! Who did you lose?!"

"Th-the youngling centre sir!"

"...the youngling centre?" he whispers.

"Y-yes, sir."

"...you lost the youngling centre? The very centre run by the disgusting humans who betrayed me?"

"Well find them right away sir-!"

"You have two hours or I'll be using your bones as the broth for my diner tonight." he releases the soldier who sprints away to his team.

...

Kim knew she was going to die if they were found. The younglings would be most likely safe, Max too if he didn't fight back, but her? She would be killed.

When Captain asked her to spy on Morbius she did so without really thinking of the danger. She wasn't going anywhere dangerous, she would just talk to him whenever she him in the ship. Just talking, easy!

But then he actually opened up to her and that's when she realized how dangerous he actually was. The 'jokes', the wishes, the cracks that let her see who he really was...it scared her. And she couldn't do anything but grit her teeth and smile.

She was still safe though. They never met off the ship. She rarely actually talked about herself, he did all the talking, she never let anything slip.

But Morbius had still found out. He had found out, played along, and now the ship has been taken over.

They've done this before, her and Max, and therefore already had a plan. Lock the door, close the blinds, turn off the lights, hide in the supply room in the secret room and block the door. No one make a sound.

Hours pass and they do their best to keep the children quiet. Do their best to take their minds off the shouts, blasts, and shots fired with whispered stories and reassurances.

By the fifth hour, she knows because Max counted to keep himself calm, all is quiet. Kim hates it. She wants to leave, she can't breathe, her heart is too loud, she-

The tiny door opens.

Standing there before the group of 30 is a youngling. Standing between them and their fate is Morando. The General's son.

The youngling's mouth opens.

....

"WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS?!" Morbius roars, sirens blaring throughout the ship nearly drowning out his voice.

"Sir! There is a fire in the youngling centre!" a soldier screams directing his comrades towards the fire.

"AND WHY ARE YOU PUTTING IT OUT?! WE'RE BLOWING THIS SHIP UP THE SECOND WE LEAVE!!"

"Your son is there sir!"

General Morbius is many things. A killer, a soldier, a liar, a betrayer, but in that moment he was only a father. And fathers' love their children.

"Kill the one who was supposed to watch him. All available soldiers with me. If my son dies I will skin you all and eat you whilst you still breathe."

General Morbius loves his child and if his child dies he will kill everyone and anyone who contributed to it.

.....

General Morbius loves his child. Morbius loves his child. He would kill for him. Die for him. And in this case forgive him.

The fire was a diversion. His son was not in any danger. His son was tricked by the disgusting humans.

Morando had found them while looking in the supply room for a toy to play with after having given his escort the slip. His son had intended to alert him, call for reinforcements. But the humans had used their silver tongues to trick him.

One last meal they said. Humans were given one last meal before defeat, before death. Morando had seen no issue with this, he respected Kim and Max, they had given him much fun and amusement.

The final meal involved fire but since the centre's kitchen was partially destroyed they asked to use Fure, a fyreian. Morando agreed once again.

They cooked, involving all the younglings, even Morando. They sat down together and ate, inviting Morando, giving him his own plate. Kim begged him to let her tell one last tale before capture, he allowed.

The comradery, a warm meal, a tale catering towards his son's taste...the humans were not as foolish nor soft as he had thought.

They lulled the youngling into a false sense of security before capturing him. Tying him up, his son. Gagging him, his child. Carrying him like a sack over their shoulder, his flesh and blood. Setting the fire and leaving Morando's shawl just outside the door to make it look like he was in there, trapped, burning...a brilliant plan.

With how little soldiers there were in the cargo bay they managed to sneak in and free their crew mates. How the orcs, rextalians, tighalaxes, and other apex species fought.

It was a swift defeat. They had taken control of the ship whilst he was distracted by the fire. They had the armory now. They had called in reinforcements. They had Morando. What else could he do but surrender?

Humans are so much crueler than others give them credit for. A species who have mastered trickery to such a degree that younglings are not even safe from them.

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Warning: Very sad dog/wolf death scene, it is traumatic and that’s coming from the person who wrote it and I’m very sorry ahead of time, Emotional and Relationship Manipulation

Translation: девочка means Babygirl and for anyone who speaks Russian, if this is not accurate let me know, it’s just the most accurate one I could find on multiple translators but please correct me if I’m wrong, I’m always happy to learn and fix mistakes like that

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To say that night had been hectic would be a massive understatement.

After Y/n’s mother had left the room it wasn’t 10 minutes before the door was kicked in and Y/n screamed, terrified immediately that someone was breaking in and Klaus was on his feet, growling at the 4 men that now stood in the room with guns. ‘What do you think you’re doing Rumlow?! Get Out! I was fucking sleeping you crazy assholes!’

‘That’s enough девочка, they’re here to get that animal out of my child’s bedroom.’ Klaus instantly recognized this man as Y/n’s father and he would have no matter what he had said, she looks like him in more ways than she does her mom.

‘No, he’s not going anywhere. He’s mine now, he hasn’t hurt anyone-‘

‘Yet! He’s a wild animal! It is time for him to go, I am not asking-‘

‘Of course not! You never do! You never even speak to me, let alone ask me how I feel about something! He’s not going anywhere!’ She snapped, moving to hug him and Klaus licked her face to try and comfort her, knowing this was not going to end well.

‘I’m going to give you a choice because I love you девочка. Either you take the animal outside and let it go or I get rid of it right now. It’s your choice, because I will not have a wolf in my house ready to hurt my child, it’s nice now but it’s a wild animal, it is not a pet!’ Y/n was glaring at her father but he refused to look at her. Klaus could see he didn’t want to upset her but he didn’t want to risk a wolf sleeping in his child’s bed, he can’t say it’s not logical but he sure isn’t going about it the right way. ‘Choose Y/n, or I will.’

Y/n turned to look back at him and pet him gently. ‘Come on Fenrir.’ He hopped off of the bed and followed her down the stairs and out the back door, kneeling in the grass beside him. ‘You go home, okay? I’ll bring you something special to eat tomorrow, does that sound good?’ He barked, enjoying her scratching behind his ears as always.

‘No Y/n, you will not go looking for him, you will leave him alone, no more going into the woods.’

‘What?! No! You don’t want him in the house? Fine, but he’s my friend! The only one I have in the world thanks to you! I don’t get to have friends, or boyfriends, or dates, and now I can’t even have a fucking pet?! I’ll come talk to him whenever I want and you can’t stop me!’

‘Y/n-‘

‘No! I’ve always done what you say, always, even when it means I can’t go to college or have a job or know any other human beings besides the people who you pay to be here but this isn’t fair! You don’t get to do this to me!’ She was hugging him around the neck tightly and he whined, not knowing how to comfort her.

Her father gestured to one of the men who moved to grab her and Klaus growled, lunging at him as he reached for her and biting his hand viciously. ‘Mother Fucker!’

‘He’s protecting me! That should prove that he’s good-‘

‘It proves that he’s dangerous!’ He shouted, his voice loud and pissed off as he moved to grab Y/n and haul her up. ‘Don’t look.’ He told her, trying to hold her face against him.

‘No…No! Let Go! Let Me Go! Fenrir Run!’

Klaus had to give James Barnes credit, he’s much more of an idiot than he expected. Klaus had been trying to figure out how to get Y/n to leave with him, and with how she had been raised he expected it to be difficult but no, her father was doing a fantastic job of driving her away all by himself. All this was doing was solidifying it for him, though he had always hated getting shot. Humans and their guns had gotten effective over the years and it seemed it got more painful every decade.

There was a loud gunshot which cut off Y/n’s screams and everything was silent, no one spoke, Y/n’s mother not even knowing what to say right now. ‘Clean it up.’ James demanded before pulling his daughter towards the house but she planted her feet and dug her teeth into his arm as hard as she could making him scream and let go.

A moment later she was knelt over her friends body, crying into his fur and willing him to wake up, even though she knew he wouldn’t. No one seemed to know what to do until her mother moved. ‘Honey…it’s time to go inside-‘

‘You let him do this…you’re the only person he’s ever listened to and you did nothing.’ Y/n’s voice was hollow, she didn’t have it in her to care anymore.

‘Honey, I couldn’t-‘

‘You didn’t want to. There’s a difference.’ It wasn’t until she was blaming her mother that Bucky spoke again.

‘Don’t talk to your mother like that-‘

‘Don’t you ever speak to me again.’ She cut him off, glaring up at him. ‘All you’ve done tonight is prove everything that I’ve been saying about you for years…you don’t care about me. Maybe you did when I was a kid, maybe it was all a lie, maybe once I got old enough you realized I wasn’t everything you wanted and you realized you hated me cause you can’t have any better kids. I don’t know and tonight was my last straw…I don’t care anymore. I hate you-‘

‘Y/n!’ Her mother scolded.

‘I Hate You…and not some teenage angst “I hate you” bullshit, I mean it. You were the only friend I had my entire life and for whatever reason you gave up on that and left me alone and now you couldn’t even let me have a pet as a friend. I’m done. I’m leaving, I don’t know how but I will find a way to get away from you and you will never find me again…I Hate You.’ Y/n released Fenrir’s fur and stood, pulling away from her mothers phony comfort and walking into the house without a glance back at anyone.

She knew her parents would never let her leave, they would see her as “in danger” every moment she was alone and maybe that’s true but she didn’t care, it had to be better than this lonely, painful life that she was living.

Y/n spent the rest of the night sobbing until she passed out, unable to keep her eyes open anymore.

Klaus truly felt awful for letting her believe him dead. He could see how much his wolf meant to her already and he couldn’t say he was shocked. This girl had been cut off from the outside world due to her fathers paranoia, she couldn’t leave the house and go to school or have a job or make friends and while her life with Klaus would be much the same (as he is also a paranoid bastard) he would never leave her alone to wonder if he loved her or not. She would never doubt his love. Plus she would have Fenrir to snuggle whenever she wanted.

Klaus knew that getting Y/n to trust him wouldn’t be hard and if it was any other situation he would find that funny but he loves her and he doesn’t care for how vulnerable her father has left his mate. If anyone else had gotten there before Klaus she could have been hurt and he would have had to kill her father for that, something he didn’t really want to do.

He knew that killing her parents would hurt her even if she says she hates them, therefore he wouldn’t be doing that but he also wanted James Barnes to know that his девочка was out there, alive…well…“Alive” and happy with another man and that he would never find her.

All Klaus needed to do now was create an environment that James would want or need to take his daughter to. He could compel someone to throw a party and depending on who it was he would have to bring his family or it would be insulting.

Having been invited into the house by his Princess, Klaus climbed his way through her open window and sat on her bed, stroking his fingers down her cheek. He was relieved to finally be able to touch her soft skin, even if he could only do so while she’s asleep, he would have her soon. It wouldn’t be hard to convince Y/n that he loved her and Klaus was thankful that she was his mate, he was saving her from getting hurt by a man in the future with much worse intentions and while Klaus’ intentions were to fuck her and keep her all for himself at least he knew that he would never cause her harm. He loves her. She is his mate, and he would care for his Princess for the rest of eternity.

Klaus would be her new Daddy.

And his little Baby would never be sad again.

Klaus Mikaelson Masterlist

[lulublack90]

Prompt 1 - Western

@wolfstarmicrofic July 1, word count 956

Sirius dropped to the ground. His horse stood still as he knew he would. He may have been the hardest horse he’d ever had to tame, but it had been worth it. They had a bond so close he’d trust his boy with anything. 

He slid the reins over Grim’s head and led him to the small stream beside them. He started unbuckling the girth and removed the saddle and cloth, putting them on the ground near where he intended to light his fire. 

Grim came over to him once he’d drunk his fill and butted at Sirius’s hands until he removed his bridle. Sirius waited for Grim to drop the bit and then patted the majestic black horse on the neck with a loud thwack. The horse snorted as he wandered away to find the sweetest shoots of grass to graze on. 

Sirius walked around his makeshift campsite, picking up as many dry bits of wood as he could find. He dumped them all in a pile beside the saddle and then went scouting for dinner. 

He spotted fish swimming in the stream. He was sweating from the heat, so he decided to strip off and try his hand at fishing. 

He immersed himself in the chilly water, sighing as the day’s dust washed away in brown ribbons into the flowing water. He stood perfectly still, waiting for a fish to go by. 

It took longer than he expected. Those fish were slippery suckers. He heard Grim nicker but didn’t think anything of it. His eyes caught sight of a silvery fish heading straight for him. Just a bit closer, just a bit closer. He chanted internally. His hands wrapped around the fish in a vice-like grip and he tossed it onto the bank. At the same time, Grim screamed. 

Sirius whipped his head in his horse’s direction to see a tall slim man jumping on his back and attempting to ride him away. Unlucky for him, the only person Grim allowed to ride him was Sirius. Grim reared up, his powerful front legs cutting through the air and the man slid from his back with a hard thump. The man stayed low and covered his head as Grim’s back legs kicked out. Sirius watched the man quickly roll away from the steel-clad hooves. One kick from one of those and he’d never get up again. 

Sirius sauntered over to the would-be horse thief and put his hands on his hips, only then realising he was completely bare. Oh well, might shock the idiot into thinking again before he tried to steal another man’s horse. 

“And just what do you think you are doing?” He asked, Grim, coming to stand behind him, his head resting on Sirius’s shoulder, snorting unhappily. Sirius reached up and stroked the disgruntled stallion’s mane. 

The man sat up, keeping a wary eye on Grim. Sirius took in his battered form and his ragged clothes. 

“Sorry,” The man apologised, brushing his unkempt hair out of his face. “I thought you were one of the men who captured me, but I can see now that you’re not. Please accept my apologies, I was only trying to get far enough away that they wouldn’t bother trying to find me.” He looked so pitiful that Sirius took pity on him. Not something he did lightly. 

“Why were you captured? What did you do?” Sirius asked, trying to get a better idea of what kind of man he was. 

“My father owed a debt to a bandit by the name of Fenrir Greyback, and he took me as payment. I’ve been with them for three months. I finally managed to get away when they were ambushed by another gang, but I’m sure they’re hot on my trail.” He dropped his head. “I can’t go back to them, I just can’t.” Sirius fought against himself and groaned as he realised he couldn’t leave this man behind. 

“I’m Sirius, Sirius Black and this here is Grim. He’s the fastest horse in the State. We’ll soon put some distance between us and those bandits of yours, even with the extra weight. What do you say, Grim, up for a bit more riding before the sun sets?” Grim whinnied in answer and Sirius offered his hand to the man on the floor. The man took it and let Sirius help him to his feet. 

“My name is Remus Lupin.” Remus told him, still eyeing Grim. “I’m sorry for trying to steal you, Grim, I promise I won’t do it again.” Grim nickered. He approached Remus and snorted at him when he didn’t raise his hand to pet him. When Remus got what he wanted, he tentatively stroked down his long nose, patting him gently. 

“I think he likes you, Remus. Could you keep an eye on him while I get packed up and we'll go?” Remus nodded, not looking away from the horse. 

Sirius dressed quickly, he’d spotted a dust cloud in the distance and was afraid it was made by numerous horses thundering towards them. He collected the fish he caught and the firewood he’d collected and stored it in his saddlebags. They might need it depending on where they settled in for the night.

He tacked up Grim and hoisted himself into the saddle. Grim pawed at the ground, eager to be off again. Sirius leant over and helped Remus onto Grim’s back, seating him in front of him.

“Now, lean forward, Remus, we’re going to go fast.” He wrapped his free arm around Remus's waist and kicked Grim on. Grim threw his head back and charged forward. His hooves barely made contact with the ground he galloped so fast. They’d lose those thugs in no time.  

[theoldoor]

I NEED TO DIE I LOVE KAKAVASHA/AVENTURINE SO MUCUCHUH F

Aventurine, sentenced to death after losing his Stoneheart (AGAIN - cuz it got stolen when a group of talian bandits infiltrated the radiant feldspar, this is a small event lol), now buried under the sand of the Talian’s scorned desert after his ship crashed as they were attacked by a Galaxy Ranger. He was pulled from the wreckage, collared, and prepared for sale once again. He watched as a man handed over the heavy bag again, knowing he had been sold. But to his surprise, the man who had supposedly bought him urgently nudged him to run along in a hasty manner. He had no choice but to follow. As they escaped through the clan’s market, the other man snatched a nearby blanket and dragged Aventurine out quite forcefully. Then the market caught ablaze in an explosion, his intention was revealed - he had stole all the goods of the clan’s market, including Aventurine. The two fled to the desert on a motorbike… Though it was clearly built for 1 person.

During the bike ride, Aventurine had struggled to save his life from this giant biker. Thus, they couldn’t catch up to the rest of the clan and was left stranded in the desert plains. Having nowhere else to go and night was dawning upon them, the biker stopped to set up a small camp for the both of them.

*sniepps

During their first night together they got into a big fight during dinner, which lead to the lil comic above. Fenrir was lowk freaked up cuz Aventurine matched his freak there.

This was also when they knew of each other’s name-

“So, what should I call you?”

“…”

“… I’m Fenrir.”

“…”

“Just give me a random name to call you as. Or else you’re stuck as slave-boy. Names doesn’t matter here, no one understands literature anymore so your name holds no meaning.”

“Kakavasha.”

“… I’ll just call you ‘Vasha. Remembering more than two vowels is a hassle.”

but the bickering has its time and they knew they both need to get serious of they want to survive…

Initially resistant, they realized they had to survive together. Fenrir’s partial blindness meant he relied on Aventurine as his eyes, while Aventurine depended on Fenrir for protection. Despite bickering, they formed a bond out of necessity.

“The infamous Avidity’s brute found a new companion”

No longer Aventurine, he took on his old name, Kakavasha in the desert plains of Talia as he was basically recycled here. It was the same for the other man too, once a different name, but now went by Fenrir. But the names wouldn’t matter, everything in this desert is for survival and names are luxuries.

They worked well as a team. Fenrir being the getaway driver and the dumb dog distraction while Aventurine/Kakavasha do the talking and stealing. They would build an image of being adept thieves in many Talian clans and had a notorious bounty in Nailscrap town. Over time, they transitioned from mere survival partners to a found family, developing deep respect and care for each other.

Their nights of silence turned into moments of checking in on one another. Shared dinners became hearty and enjoyable. They stole an extra bedroll and supplies, making their camp more comfortable. Fenrir, once cold, became lively and domestic, while Aventurine, once feisty and distant, now relaxed and teasing.

Months passed and they grew so close they almost forgot their original goal of finding Fenrir’s clan. When Fenrir’s clan, Avidity, finally found them, they were hesitant to accept Kakavasha. The clan had enough mouths to feed and Fenrir could survive fine without Kakavasha now. But Fenrir pleaded for his stay. Even going against his own virtues of “taking only what you need to survive” that he had always told to Aventurine. He personally recruited Aventurine as his ‘newbie’ to ensure his place in the clan.

Now part of Avidity, a new family despite the rubbish conditions they live in. Fenrir pampered him to prove to the clan that he could ‘feed the extra mouths’, and Kakavasha gained respect among the clan for his capabilities as a thief.

It took a while until Kakavasha noticed that the stoneheart was lying in Fenrir’s clan hand - it was around this same time that the Trailblazer visited the planet due to Boothill’s request and boom trailblazer quest

obligatory tannedchurin headcanon </3 + fencakes

[aberooski]

Assigning Final Fantasy summons to GX characters because why not?

With specifications on which version of the summons I've assigned them, only some genuine explanations of my thought process, and I will take no criticisms 😌

In my mind how this works is that the summons function like they do in 13 at least at least to a certain point. Like how they obtain their summon at some point throughout whatever story is being told here, or maybe some of them have obtained them already, and they're summoned via crystals in the heat of battle when needed. So in my mind as I'm picturing all of this, I'm picturing the 13 summoning technique to an extent.

Alright, let's get into it!

Jaden - Anima (FFX)

If you know the Anima lore you know this is actually so big brain

Yubel -> Anima

Syrus - Valefor (FFX)

I like the idea of Sy and Zane having a similar type of summon (Zane gets Bahamut, spoilers) with them both being creatures that fly, a dragon and a big bird. But Sy's is weaker in power and has a gentler spirit, but that spirit is strong. Very thematically accurate for them.

He could also have Doomtrain to sync up with his deck archetype I think that would be funny

But he gets Valefor because I have a lot of sentimental value towards her and she's one of my favorite summons and he's my favorite and I said so 😌

Chazz - Ixion (FFX)

My favorite lightning summon

Thunder boy and his lightning horsie ⚡

I would honestly just love to see it

Alexis - Shiva (FFX version cuz she's my fav summon period)

Decks are being taken into account and she plays an ice deck in the manga and while she's in the society of light in season 2 🧊

I don't have a crazy in depth explanation for this I just feel it in my soul. I've always said she would be a Shiva girl like me even without her and Atty both having an ice elemental association betwixt all the GX media.

Giving my favorite girl my favorite summon

Atticus - Diablos (FFVIII)

Nightshroud -> Darkness -> Diablos.

Another big brain choice actually

He could've also had Shiva pretty easily tbh and I considered that, but ultimately went with Diablos for the Darkness representation.

I mean come in, the guy is basically possessed by the main evil entity of the show and Diablos is essentially the devil.

Bastion - Leviathan (FFVIII)

His ace monster is Water Dragon, come on now. 💧🐉

Hassleberry - Titan (FFXV)

Titan is a big strong man as is our boy

Also he's Earth element and if Hassleberry had an element he would be Earth I feel it in my non-dinosaur bones.

Sadly there are no dinosaur summons I'm sorry bby 😞

Chumley - Choco/Mog (FFVII)

I'll be so for real I had such a hard time figuring out Chumley like from the summons I had left to choose from cuz I added Blair and Chumley to the list last, I couldn't find one I thought fit super great

But as I was going over the summons lists again I pictured these guys appearing alongside Chum and I just smiled. It just made me smile and so does he.

Sometimes it's just that simple.

But I did also consider Fenrir as an option as well.

Blair - Siren (FFVIII)

Siren specializes in status ailments (silence specifically) and you could argue her love deck reolves around a status ailment, namely Maiden In Love causing male monsters to fall in love with her, which actually is sort of a thing in some FFs through the Lamia enemy but shhhh

8's Siren can also heal status ailments so that gives Blair more abilities available to her to support the party

Valefor would've been another choice for her I just feel the vibe there but I want Sy to have her so 😌

Garuda could be another decent potential choice for her as more of a combative summon than a support summon, I feel that vibe too.

But I dunno I was just drawn to Siren for her so there you go.

Zane - Bahamut (FFVII Remake or FFXIII/XIII-2)

Dragon

Bahamut is typically among the most powerful of all the summons if not the most powerful depending on the game.

I'm wrestling between 7R and 13, 7R has almost some cybernetic action going on that gives me Cyber End energy while maintaining the classic dragon design, and 13 has Chaos Bahamut in 13-2 so he could have Bahamut then it could morph into Chaos Bahamut once he enters the Edgelord Supreme era to facilitate the shift from Cyber End to Cyber Dark if you follow my brain's logic

Aster - Phoenix (FFXVI)

......I-I mean..... Phoenix... Aster.... Aster Phoenix..... 😅

I literally could not resist 🤭

I would also except Odin for him though I think that would be cool too that's a vibe

Jesse - Carbuncle (FFVI)

Ruby Carbuncle ✋

Axel - Ifrit (FFX)

The perfected classic design imo

Badass fire boy 🔥

Like dude imagine Axel with Ifrit by his side

Unmatched

Jim - Syldra (FFV)

Syldra was Faris's pet and best friend since childhood who became a summon later in the game after sacrificing herself. Very reminiscent of Shirley being Jim's best friend/pet/protector since they were both young.

The implications of of the idea of Shirley sacrificing herself for Jim and becoming the summon makes me upset tho so we can just delete any timeline where that happens 😁

Crowler - Alexander (FFVIII or FFXIII)

Alexander is typically a machine or like a straight building or structure of some kind and Crowler plays Ancient Gears so 🏰

8 is a very good classic Alexander, just a great summon, and 13's I have a lot of sentimental value for but also him being a guy that turns into a defensive wall in Gestalt mode and with the way Crowler will put himself between harm and the kids at times.... thematically accurate Alexander?

Crowler wouldn't be beating the Dad allegations any time soon with that version on his side

7 Rebirth's Alexander is a close 3rd choice I think too I really like that design

With Alexander I was trying to think about practicality cuz they're all so massive and occasionally story relevant so he's not always a readily available summon so I sadly ruled out 9 and Type-0 as much as I really wanted him to have either of those too

Really wrestling with the specifics of this one

Sheppard - Ramuh (FFIX)

Wise old man

Sheppard is kinda dumb tho and makes some questionable decisions but he means well he's got the spirit

Banner - Chaos (FFXII)

In the lore, Chaos died and and was reborn several times.

Banner died and was reborn when he transferred himself into a new body, then he died, then still stuck around as a ghost.

Debated switching Phoenix from Aster to Banner and finding another one for Aster but clearly I did not lol

Also considered Phantom from 6 because it's just a ghost and uh.... Ghost Banner. But Chaos is cooler.

Adrian - Zalera (FFXII)

I was gonna give him Odin because of the insta kill move and how he had Exodia which is an automatic win but then I was looking at the summons list and was looking through the 12 Espers and listen.

Zalera is an Esper of death who clutches a woman in his arms and uses her wails to inflict death.

This really reminds me of Echo clutched in Exodia's hand screaming as she's being murdered by Adrian in the interest of obtaining Exodia.

Plus we had no 12 representation I chose Banner's after this and as 12 is my second favorite ff behind 10/10-2 that is criminal.

Welcome to my mind. 😌

[saintsenara]

Hello! Your thoughtful, funny approach to the unhinged ships has legitimately been a bright spot for me during a difficult few weeks. So thank you! Here are a few more if you feel so inclined:

Hooch/McGonagall

Andromeda/Bill

Justin/Dudley

ahh, anon, thank you so much for this lovely message! i hope things are looking up now, and i wish you strength and honour to keep chugging along if they're not. i will always be delighted to receive these asks, and i hope they keep entertaining you.

rolanda hooch/minerva mcgonagall

zoe wanamaker went so fucking hard when she decided to play hooch as the cuntiest dyke in the castle, and so i will always be committed to imagining hooch in exactly that vein - strutting around with her leather quidditch gloves, her masculine tailoring, and what is clearly an impeccable strap game.

and mcgonagall has stern-older-lesbian-with-a-secret-wild-side vibes as well - she's a little bit of a renegade, she doesn't suffer fools gladly, and she's a great fan of quidditch.

i think we can all picture the romantic midnight swoopings they're going on. and also the massive fights they're having when hooch awards slytherin penalties against gryffindor.

and arguing is foreplay...

andromeda tonks/bill weasley

i have decided, after careful deliberation, to back this.

something i really like thinking about when it comes to andromeda's post-war journey is how her grief over her daughter's death would be tinged by the fact that - as he tells us in deathly hallows - she didn't approve of her relationship with lupin.

i don't think this is entirely to do with his lycanthropy [i think, for example, that ted and andromeda were left alone during the first war as long as they kept their heads down, and that tonks joining the order - which andromeda can choose to blame lupin's influence for - forfeits this], but i think it's also fair to interpret lupin's statement that ted and andromeda are "disgusted" by their marriage as true, rather than an exaggeration formed of his own self-loathing. the casual prejudice against werewolves even by "good" characters is a really striking part of the series - and andromeda sharing it is something i find really interesting to explore when thinking about her relationship with tonks.

[as is the fact that she can't see the irony that this is exactly how bellatrix and narcissa think about ted.]

i think you can do something really interesting in the immediate post-battle haze with andromeda trying to come to terms with the fact that she never fully patched things up with tonks before she died, that she didn't have a chance to get past her prejudices and get to know lupin, and that she's only come to appreciate how brave her son-in-law was when he too was dead.

it's clear that lupin provides bill with some level of support in the immediate aftermath of his run-in with fenrir greyback, and that bill would both remember him fondly and be determined to defend him and werewolves generally from the treatment they would undoubtedly get from the state in the months after the war ends [after all, we are told that the vast, vast majority of werewolves support voldemort - they are bound to be first in line for the public's vengeance, and are an easy scapegoat for the government].

two people trying to uncover truths and falling in love while doing it is my poison, and i would love a fic in which andromeda initially seeks out bill in an effort to understand the things which have died with tonks and lupin which then turns into something more...

dudley dursley/justin finch-fletchley

one of the exceptionally minor mysteries of the series is just how posh a school smeltings is supposed to be. the dursleys are a satire of all that is thoroughly, averagely middle class in the uk, and yet smeltings - with its weird traditions, its odd uniform, and the fact that it's an all-boys full-boarding school - is a pastiche of the most elite public schools [which, in the uk, means fee-paying - what is meant by "public school" in the united states is a "state school" here].

above all, the smeltings uniform bears a very strong resemblance to that worn by boys at harrow... which is the great rival to eton.

just picture it. justin is forced to go watch his younger brother boxing for eton in a match against smeltings. he's bored out of his mind... until an enormous blonde heavyweight who's taken out the entirety of the team from charterhouse catches his eye...

[soupedepates]

New Year's Eve part. 21

You know the rules, and so do I. See the rest of the saga on @corneille-but-not-the-author and @hel-phoenyx 's blogs <3

TW hospital

I know this hospital rather well. So many hours wandering in these corridors... Of course, they wouldn't let us see them until they're stabilized. I know some of the nurses in ER and traumatology, because I often have had accidents and injuries from 15 to now, with my bike y'know, and during my famous year on the streets, got a few broken bones. The nurses told me about a concussion. Because of a brick.

Heh. Headshot.

...

It will be funny when Sigi's walking out of here.

Tyr isn't doing way better. He is obviously thinking about his friend. He stays still, doesn't even try to sit somewhere. He looks so aloof. Doesn't even notice my antics.

Shit, you know what? I'm out. I send a text to Egill for him to join me here, just to chill over there.

I'm trying to keep my cool but inside I'm boiling. Last time I got there in that context, Tyr lost his hand.

I don't want to lose my boyfriend.

I don't want to lose Sigi I love him too much for him to die...

"Damn, you surely look bald", I shout as soon as I see my brother. "How's it going, my favourite cancer patient?"

I can't hug him. What a shame.

"Welp, I beat skin cancer but the bastard was found in my stomach. But I beat him once", he chuckles. "Still have xeroderma, though."

"Some things never change", I smile. "Missed you."

"Missed you too."

He makes his drip roll as he walks slowly towards me. He seems tired, and is skinnier, but overall? Better than I thought he would. I offer him my arm, but that kid is mad proud.

"You look distraught, Dom."

"My boyfriend is here. Concussion. He is unconscious."

"That's rough, buddy", he comments. "How did it happen?"

"A brick in the head during a protest", I say. "To be fair it's... It's not a good day."

"You betcha."

***

Egill, Tyr and I are now playing in a dark corner, away from any solar light, with a small ball and a nursery rhyme. Tyr has seen Fenrir. The man is stabilized. That's... reassuring.

And apparently, for Sigi, we got more scared than hurt. Won't have any sequela, but they will keep him for a few days in observation.

I've shed enough tears in this fucking place.

"I think you can see him now", Egill finally says, breaking our rhythm. "It will cheer him up."

"You think?" But before I can get giddy for that, I sigh loudly. "I might run into his parents. They don't know about us."

"What, they're like, observant Muslims?" he laughs. "Ya'Allah Masuda with who are mingling with? It's enough to have Amine and Qamar in our family!"

"In my humble opinion", Tyr replies, "the Warsowar are Christian. I am not sure what kind, but regarding how the mayor stigmatises Islam..."

"You got a point", I say. "It's a Polish surname, right? They must be Catholic."

"Heh, not necessarily", Tyr pursues.

"You know what? If you're not going I'm meeting asap my future BIL. No offense Tyr, but I know you since I'm able to walk so it has less of an impact", Egill declares as he seizes the ball.

***

I follow my brother after he puts on his protective gear, and we walk as we are bantering like siblings do. I love my siblings, you know? That's my babies. My baby siblings.

Even if Qamar is getting married in May but hey, I digress.

One thing about the Lulea: I got that white-passing, Qamar is visibly an Arab and a Muslim, and my brothers... Egill was more visibly racialised with his thick curly black hair and his designer stubble, but even now he is like a hairless mole you wouldn't say he is white. And Sigsteinn is pale as fuck but that's on his unspecified illness (Lou Gehrig's Disease, so far? we are actually still in the blur).

So...

Hm.

Yep.

If we run into the mayor and his wife, I don't know what we will do but we will surely do something.

I mean I helped the mayor find his glasses while on my date with Sigi, but I'm not sure my face stuck in his memory.

And I don't know how to answer the "who are you" question. Don't want to put my darling in a difficult situation.

We find the room.

"I think he already has visits", Egill notices. "If you don't go, I go."

"Egill we..."

"Wa'Allah Masuda since when are you getting cold feet from that sort of stuff? Where's my big sister who's just YOLO-ing through life?"

I snort.

"I'm scared to mess things up with Sigi..."

"Relax. From what you've said about him, he kinda match your freak. Or at least he is not bothered by your silliness." He smiles warmly. "It'll be fine. And you'll eventually meet his family so the sooner the better."

And fuck it he has me. I am perhaps stupid and impulsive. But that's me. I blunder all the time. Sigi loves me, so he loves that part of me. And I love Sigi. It's a hard time for him, so I have to be there. To help.

"I'm going first", I say.

And so I do.

To meet with two middle-aged persons. A man, with glasses, the guy I helped. The mayor. His father.

And a woman, holding Sigi's hand, with a cross on her neck. His mother.

Egill enters just after me.

"Heyyyyyyyy- llo sir, madam", my brother immediately greets. "Well that's awkward."

Sigismund is awake, but visibly confused and tired. With a huge bandage around his head. My heart breaks at this sight.

"Who are you?" the father asks. Yep. He doesn't recall me. I really don't like how he stares at me with his cold blue eyes.

"I'm Domhildr", I almost yell, pretty embarrassed with myself. "This is my brother Egill. I'm..."

"Oh, I know you", the woman says softly. "You're Sigismund's friend."

At these words, Sigi turns his gaze to me. His eyes widen.

"Yes, yes I am!" I want to disappear. I hate how those persons are dissecting me.

Well.

Perhaps.

Wearing one of my bimbo skirts and a crop top wasn't my best move.

"I learnt through one of his colleagues he got hurt and I got really worried and-"

"I'm glad Sigismund has such great friends", the mother continues. "You perhaps want some time together without us..."

Mister Warsowar doesn't look happy about it, even if he smiles. Yep. He doesn't like me. That's good because I don't like him neither.

"Sarovar, we should maybe go talk to a doctor to let Sigismund and his friend alone for a bit..."

"Yes, we should", he agrees with that fake warmth I find oddly off-putting. "We will be back soon, son."

Egill remains silent. He perhaps tries not to be seen. Well, it seems to work. They leave the room. Egill closes the door. I jump to Sigi's bedside.

"What are you doing here", my boyfriend mutters, visibly not quite grasping what's happening.

"I'm your girlfriend and you're at the hospital, you dummy", I say while trying to hold back tears. "I learnt and I got worried. I needed to make sure you're okay."

And in from of his silence, I continue:

"I'm happy it's not that bad... wa'Allah Sigi I thought I lost you!"

"You're not the one who got the brick in the head", he softly answers.

He tries to look reassuring but it doesn't feel right.

"Well I should perhaps get going", Egill says. "Have fun, loverbirds."

Now we're alone. I look him in the eyes, holding his hand. He lowers his gaze.

"You perhaps just put me in an... unfortunate situation with my parents, you know, Domhildr?"

"Would you rather have me not coming, darling?" I smile faintly. "I'm also in your life to take care of you, y'know. Would you have it any other way?"

He thinks for a bit, before exhaling.

"You're too cute, I can't stay mad at you", he lightly chuckles.

"I knowwww right?"

I stroke his hand without another word for a bit.

"But if you want me not to come tomorrow and the day after, say the word. Otherwise, I'm here tomorrow with strawberries."

"You're impossible..." but he smiles more sincerely.

"I know, but you love me."

"Yes, I indeed love you", Sigi says as he squeezes my fingers with tenderness.

"And I love you too."

[darklydeliciousdesires]

Light on the Darkside - Chapter Twenty Four.

Big thanks as ever to you all, the LOTD book club! :)

Previous chapters - One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten Eleven Twelve Thirteen Fourteen Fifteen Sixteen Seventeen Eighteen Nineteen Twenty Twenty One Twenty Two Twenty Three

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Words - 3,268

Warnings - 18+ throughout. Topics cover depression, suicide and eating disorders. Minors DNI!

“Oi! Put it down!” 

“But dad I can use it as a lance!” 

“Nah, son. No improvising medieval weaponry. It’s too sharp, drop it.” 

“N’aww dad! You get to play with weapons!” 

“That’s for music videos and album art. Put the bloody massive stick down, Wolf.” 

“Alright. If I find one that isn’t sharp, can I play with that one?” 

Closing his eyes, Steve groaned, brows furrowing as his best mate hissed with laughter at his pain. “That boy’ll be the fucking death of me.” 

“Can I, dad?” 

“Fine, go on, find another,” he called, watching his son run off at the speed of light across the muddy terrain. “Anything to save my pissing ears for five fucking minutes!” he then added in quieter tones, James still laughing.  

They’d taken the kids out to Kinver Edge for the day, a woodland escarpment four miles west of Stourbridge. It was over an hour away from where they lived, but definitely worth the visit. It brought back many memories.  

“Freya,” James warned, his child now taking over in the picking up something she shouldn’t stakes. “Put the rock down.” 

“I can’t! Need it!” 

“What for? I don’t trust that you’re not about to dash it at your sister.” And for a three-year-old, she had one hell of a throwing arm.  

“Demons!” 

“Ain’t no demons up Kinver, baba. Put it down.” 

“There might be, daddy! Who can say!”  

He couldn’t keep the smile from his face. “Well, if there is, you’re enough to see ‘em off all on your own, innit. You forget that you’re the chaos of the night, they don’t stand a chance.” 

The rock was dropped. “And I have the army of the dead!” 

“Yeah, you do!” he chuckled, Steve laughing at his side. 

“I love that kid to pieces, she’s such a riot.” he spoke, the pair watching as Freya pottered away over the mossier ground, Logan and Zara leading the pack in the distance along with Hugo and Otis, as well as Fenrir, Steve’s Northern Inuit dog. As soon as he’d seen them used as the dire wolves on Game of Thrones, he’d chewed Andrea’s ear off until she’d agreed they could get one.  

And James was stuck with French fuckery number one and number two. Because Ella had always wanted French bulldogs and he couldn’t say no.  

Continuing to walk, they navigated a path down to one of the draws of Kinver Edge, the famed and old red rock dwelling that apparently used to be inhabited by a herbalist until her death in 1617. Many folklore stories existed about the woman, most of which James and Steve had heard when visiting the place in their youth.  

“Ahh, the last time we were up here, sunshine. Getting stoned with them hot girls,” Steve began, the kids screaming with mirth on the other side of the rock formation, the dogs barking excitedly. “You over in that corner getting ridden by that bird you were seeing from... where was she from?” 

“Halesowen,” James confirmed, looking over, remembering his nineteen-year-old self, and the gorgeous twenty-year-old he’d been casually dating at the time.  

“And what was her name?” 

“Nicola.” 

Steve flicked his fingers, waving his hand in remembrance. “That’s it! That was her, and I was having a bit of her mate...” 

“Cerys.” 

“Yeah, her,” Steve grinned, remembering. “Oooh, that girl couldn’t half suck a dick. Telling ya. Quality blowjob skills, proper gorgeous an’ all. Fucking sky blue eyes and great big tits.” 

“Calm yourself,” James snorted, “but yeah, she was top grade sexy. Never told you this at the time, but after you and her stopped seeing each other, I was shagging her for a bit. She used to go up that rock club in Birmingham, XL’s. Gaz was seeing her best mate Nat, so yeah. Took me up there with him and it just happened one night. Broke the bed in Nat’s spare room giving her a damned good banging. Proper little wild thing, she was, innit?” 

Steve boomed with laughter at that revelation. “You fucking tart, Jim! Nabbing my leftovers, ya dickhead.” God, how they’d had some fun in their single years. “We were proper reprobates in our youth.” 

“Ain’t much fucking better now, man,” James chuckled, “just married ones with kids and mortgages and all that.” 

“Yeah, suppose you ain’t wrong there.” How different things were upon their return twenty-one years later. “Logan, don’t lick the rock, son.” 

“Why? Freya did!” 

“Freya, stop licking everything. It ain’t yours just because you lick it, we’ve talked about this,” James called, the tiny destroyer of worlds grinning at him, her mouth covered in red dust. And so, it continued... 

“Logan, mate, don’t pee off the side of the rock! There might be people walking below.” 

“Freya, don’t wipe snot on your sister.”  

“Wolf, that’s a branch. You’re not bringing a branch with you! Now look, the bloody dogs got in on it too! Fenrir, come back.” 

“Zara, don’t put mud on your face! No, it ain’t warpaint. Stop.”  

Steve was in hysterics at the last one, reaching for her as they caught up, dropping a kiss atop her head. “Something might’ve pooped in that, honey.” 

“Doesn’t smell bad, though,” she reasoned, giving him a quick hug before she was hurtling off again, threatening Wolf with a beating. 

“Yeah, you give him stacks, sweetheart,” Steve chuckled, shaking his head. “So how come big girl didn’t come along? She’s usually well up for this.” 

“Gone off swimming with her mates,” he revealed, unscrewing his water bottle and taking a few gulps. “That almost didn’t happen either, with the mouthful she was giving her mum this morning.”  

“Yeah? Guess I’ve got all this to come, but boys are easier. We just communicate in a series of grunts an’ all that.” 

“Yup, and girls screech, which was Lyra’s preferred communication at being told she wasn’t allowed to go to the cinema later. Like way later tonight. She knows she ain’t allowed out past eight, but nah. Really trying it on right now, so yeah, Ella is satan at the moment because she put her foot down and told her she’d be collected from Kitt’s at 6pm as arranged.” 

Steve clicked his tongue with a small grimace. “Nah, can’t be good, mate. Suppose it’s normal, though. Ain’t like we never challenged authority. Remember when we snuck out of your bedroom window and ended up in The Crown all night when we were fifteen?” 

Ahhh, the halcyon days of the nineties, where I.D’s weren’t checked if you looked eighteen, James and Steve looking much older than their years for both being tall and needing to shave from their early teens.  

“Fuck, yeah I do. Dad opening the back door and finding us on the shed roof pissed out of our heads, trying to climb back up to my room again! Sneaking us through the house so the duchess didn’t wake up. Man, if Lyra gets up to even half of what we used to, I’m gonna be going even more grey than I already am real fucking quickly, innit,” James laughed, remembering how cool his dad had been about it, wheeze laughing at the teenagers as they’d staggered around atop the shed. 

Their trip down memory lane was then disturbed by the demoness of darkness, shouting loudly. Freya did, after all, only have one volume. “Daddy! I’ve found a corpse!” 

James closed his eyes, wincing slightly. “I ain’t a religious man, but I pray when we get over there that it’s a bird or some kind of woodland animal, cos’ with her, you never know.” 

Steve hissed with laughter. “She’d not be scared, would she?” 

“Nah, she’d be there poking it with a stick screaming ‘why are you dead, though?’ and all that. She’s too much like me for her own good.” They caught up with the kids, seeing quickly that it was a dead and decaying badger, Steve moving quickly to grab Freya when she went to touch it. 

“Oi, no touching the cadaver, little destroyer of worlds,” he advised, holding her in his arms as she began to fiddle with his long, blonde hair. Gone were the days of dyeing it dark brown with his two bleached streaks at the front, Steve back to his natural colour, plus a few silvery grey strands he couldn’t be bothered to dye. Unlike James, who dyed his every three weeks to keep them at bay.  

“Uncle Steve, can I have piggy back?” 

He nodded, pointing a finger. “Yeah, but no kicking me, right?” 

A kiss to his cheek was delivered, Freya beginning to scramble around to his back with his help. “Promise no kicks!” A further three kilometres were walked that afternoon, returning to the carpark and going their separate ways. Ten minutes into the journey home and James had two sleeping children in the back of his truck, the dogs settled in the front passenger footwell also nodding off. Long walks were a sure-fire way to exhaust those with abundant energy, that was for certain. 

They arrived home at just gone six, Ella obviously out fetching their eldest. He couldn’t see anything obviously set out for dinner, deciding to order pizza in for everyone instead after quickly calling his wife to check. She thanked him endlessly, telling him they’d be back in ten minutes. He noticed she sounded a little terse on the phone, swiftly finding out why that was when she and Lyra entered the house not long after, the latter causing a fuss.  

“Zara, take your sister to the den, go on,” James spoke, jerking his head in the direction, not wanting them to have to suffer what would likely be a full-scale attitude fit. “I’ll call you when the food arrives.” 

His second eldest nodded, picking up Freya and heading out. Five seconds passed before the kitchen door flew open, the harbinger of said attitude stomping in. “Dad! Tell her she isn’t fair, because I cannot with her. I really can’t!” 

“Is this about the cinema again?” he asked, leaning against the dishwasher and folding his arms, turning to give Ella a kiss. God, she looked tense. He envisaged she would need a large drink and a shoulder rub later that night, both of which he’d happily provide.  

“It isn’t fair! Kitt is allowed out until ten, so why can’t I be?” 

“Kitt’s a little bit older than you. Once you’re thirteen we can talk again about how late you’re allowed out, but while you’re twelve, eight o’ clock is late enough,” he explained, being met by further exasperation. 

“You’re only saying that to side with her!” she raged, gesturing towards Ella as she took a seat at the island, combing her fingers through her hair a few times with a sigh. 

“I’m saying it because it’s a rule we set as your parents, and what we say goes.” 

A loud huff filled the air, Ella chipping in to try and deescalate the situation. “Kitt also has Danielle with him, so he’s only allowed out late because of that, since she can take them both home afterwards,” she reminded her, speaking of Kitt’s elder sister, who was seventeen and had her driving license as of a few months before. 

“She could have brought me home, too! Or one of you could have picked me up!” she screamed, James frowning. 

“Lower your voice, Lyra,” he warned, watching his daughter stomp to the fridge, pulling a carton of juice out aggressively. “She couldn’t have brought you home because it meant you being out past your curfew, and that ain’t happening. Same with us picking you up. Plus, even if the time wasn’t an issue, I’m knackered and so is your mum. We drive you guys around for this and that all week. Now, be bloody told.” 

“You dad is right, love,” Ella spoke, receiving a thunderous look, “and you know you had to be in at six tonight because you’ve got homework to do, which you really should be making a start on now instead of arguing with us.” 

“I fucking hate you!” 

Oh, now she’d done it. “Oi, less of that. You ain’t getting away with swearing at your mum like that. Room. Now.” 

“But dad, I...” 

“Lyra, get upstairs. Now. I ain’t joking.” 

Grabbing her juice, she flounced from the kitchen, slamming the door so hard the glass pane rattled, James moving to behind his wife to begin kneading her shoulders. “Fancy letting those magical hands wander lower, baby?” 

He laughed dirtily. “Yeah, and I’ll follow ‘em with my mouth later on, too.” 

Tilting her head back, she kissed the side of his neck, leaning against his chest when he wrapped two massive arms around her. “I approve of this.” 

“Thought you might,” he winked. “So, good day apart from big girl being a beast?” 

“Yeah, it was great,” she replied, heaving herself up and reaching for the bottle of Merlot over on the other counter, pulling two glassed from the tall, slim cupboard beside it. “I got all the house clean, laundry caught up on, then had that one session that I needed to rebook because of my dentist trip on Thursday. I even had a nap in the bath. Woke up all bleedin’ crinkly like E.T! How about you?” 

He took the glass of wine she passed him, moving to sit down at the island next to her. Sitting felt good after an eight-kilometre walk. Their dogs agreed, neither of the potatoes moving from their spot on the rug in the lounge, where they’d flopped down as soon as they’d arrived home.  

“Yeah, had a right top grade time, with Freya being Freya. She found a bloody dead badger and didn’t even flinch. Then on the way back, she went headfirst into a massive puddle. Got most of it cleaned off her but she’s gonna need flinging into the bath.” 

Flung she was after they’d all sat down to eat together, minus a moody Lyra, who Ella had taken a plate up to and received nothing in response. Once the youngest two were bath fresh and in bed, their parents happily sank down onto the sofa to watch a film, choosing Goodfellas, one of James’s favourites.  

“Oh, can I watch this with you?” Lyra spoke, entering during the first ten minutes of the film. It was nice to hear her a little more cheerful, but then again, they could both guess it was only because she wanted something. 

“Hmm, no, sweetheart. It’s got a bit too much questionable content for a twelve-year old,” Ella spoke, after thinking on it for a few moments. She didn’t want to be overly strict a mother, but with the foul language – much worse than anything James came out with in front of the kids – and the murder, plus drug use, she didn’t feel it appropriate. 

“But you let me watch Guy Richie films and they’re full of the same!” she had argued back at her, as Ella knew she would. 

“Yes, but they’re not quite as graphically depicted.”  

A large huff left her mouth. “Treating me like a child.” 

“Newsflash, Lyra. You are one,” James offered, starting to feel his patience wearing a little thin. If Ella was being in any way unreasonable, he might understand the hostility, but in truth, she wasn’t. 

“You know what, dad? You used to be so much cooler, like even a few weeks ago but now you just take her side all the time! Tired of it!” Oh, god. Not round two. 

James merely shook his head, sighing hard through his nose. “And we’re tired of you being a drama queen over the slightest thing. Ain’t exactly like you’ve had a stifled upbringing is it, Lyra? You’ve spent virtually every summer since you were born at music festivals, we’re way more relaxed with things than our parents used to be with us, but nah. That ain’t enough, is it? Really getting tired of your shit, kid. The way you speak to your mum especially.” 

Leaving for the kitchen, her mouth threw back some further attitude. “Moody old bastard.” 

“Woah, no, no,” Ella spoke, pressing a hand to his chest and pushing him down when he went to jump off the sofa. If James was pushed too far, he had the tendency as ever to run his mouth, and loudly. Him and Lyra were entirely too similar in that respect, and it was the last thing she wanted to see happen. “Let me go, calm down.”  

She rubbed his chest fondly, leaning to kiss him before getting up, entering the kitchen. 

“What now?” Lyra snapped, Ella closing the door after her and pointing at the island. 

“Sit down.” 

“Don’t want to.” 

Her jaw tightened, eyes rounding. “I said sit down. Now.” Ella didn’t raise her voice a single octave, but the look on her face made Lyra understand loud and clear that she meant business, the girl moving to a seat, her mum standing adjacent. “Look, what you’re doing right now, all this gobbing off and pushing back against us, or rather me more often than not, I get it. You’re a teenager, it goes with the territory,” she began, Lyra rolling her eyes. 

“Here we go. Therapy bullshit,” she scoffed, Ella closing her eyes and counting to five. 

“It isn’t. This is me telling you I understand the mood swings, the challenging us. I wasn’t born at thirty-nine, Lyra. I was twelve once too, you know, and I was a gobby little cow to your nanny April as well. You need to stop throwing my job in my face at me when what I’m doing is no different to any other mother concerned for her child. And yes, you are a child still.” 

Her words were met with a sniff on nonchalance, Lyra beginning to pick at the ends of her hair as her mum continued. “Listen, you know your dad and I have been quite relaxed as far as parents go, but that doesn’t mean there aren’t any rules. Life doesn’t work like that. It’d be nice if it did. I’d definitely like to tell the council to piss off on occasion with how much they bleedin’ rinse me for tax every year.” 

Despite herself, Lyra snorted, not quite able to bite back her little burst of laughter. “Suppose.” 

“If you met us halfway, too, we might be a bit more lenient with you, but as it stands, I don’t think we’re being too firm.” 

She continued the hair picking, her moment of being entertained over as the smirk returned. “Could have done that tonight and let me stay out, but no.”  

It was like running in circles, it truly was. “I’ve said all I need to on that front. Just try to meet us halfway, alright?” 

“Yeah,” she hummed, “whatever, mum.” It was a little less frosty than before, but her face said it all. While Lyra returned upstairs to head to bed, Ella collapsed onto the sofa, burying her head in James’s lap. 

“While you’re down there, little.” Emerging, she saw him wink, his grin widening considerably. “What?” 

“Dirty boy. But I will, don’t you worry. I need a damned good shagging to unwind a bit.” she spoke, turning over and stroking his thigh while continuing to watch the film. By the time they headed to bed, another few glasses of wine drunk, sleeping definitely was not on the agenda.  

In times of parenting hardship, they always had one another to fall back on. Or in that particular instance, fall onto a bed with. 

[sophsicle]

Part II

(Part I I will be honest, they're not exactly parts, but they're close enough, like they're mostly just sketches of ideas for something so the continuity is real sus, but there is some connection, also I barely edited this so sooorrrrrrryy I just had an idea so I did a little tappity tap tap)

Regulus is alone. Which is a new and not entirely unwelcome experience.

Usually there are servants, courtiers, advisors.

Regulus is very often lonely. But he is seldom alone. And yet...here he is.

He stands in his brother's bedchamber, the bed still unmade, empty bottles of wine on the tables, piles of books on the floor. Clothes everywhere - over the chairs, balled up in the corners. Some are his brother's, some are, quite clearly, not. Mostly what Regulus sees is the small piece of parchment placed so delicately on Sirius's pillow. There's not much on it. Just five words. I asked you to come

It's hard to swallow. Regulus isn't sure what it is he feels exactly. Anger, grief, betrayal. Betrayal more than the rest of it. Their father has barely been dead three days.

"You haven't sent out a search party."

He grimaces, wiping his face clean before he turns around to face his mother. She's dressed in an ornate black gown, covered in jewels and lace, the most extravagant widow in the whole kingdom.

"No," Regulus says finally. "No, I don't see much point. We have no idea where he's gone."

His mother's dark eyes narrow. "Don't you." It is only many years of training - of beatings - that keeps Regulus's eyes from rolling. "I told you, he didn't tell me anything."

Lets steal a ship. What?

Come on Reg, you and me. Lets steal a ship. Lets go discover something. I don't want to die an old man in my bed.

You'd rather die a young man on a ship?

I'd rather live.

Regulus turns away from his mother, walking towards the window. You can see almost the whole grounds from here. The intricate gardens, the orchard to the west, the forest just on the edge of the property. The best view in the palace.

Makes sense, Sirius is the king after all. Has been. For a whole three days.

"You have a plan then? For finding him? Because the second the families find out he's gone for good this time-"

"I know."

"- they'll come for our throats. And I mean that quite literally."

"I know."

The families are the three other noble lines with a claim to the throne. The Blacks have been in power barely thirty years and their hold on the kingdom has always been shaky. Sirius leaving could ruin them. Will ruin them. Which Regulus thinks, is probably part of the reason his brother did it.

"We haven't got the army or the funds to fight a civil war, let alone win one," she's crept up on him, standing too close, a shiver running down his spine. "So I hope you have a plan to bring him back." Down below a man walks into view. He has long shaggy brown curls, barely contained by a leather strap. He's playing with one of Sirius's dogs - a giant black hound - throwing sticks. Not exactly courtly behaviour.

"I think I know someone who might have some information."

"Well then give him to Greyback so we can get it already."

Regulus feels himself go very still. Fenrir Greyback was one of their father's most trusted advisors, and oldest friends. He's also a torturer. No one uses that word, of course. No one says it out loud. But that is what he does.

"I don't think that will be necessary," the man below him bends down, scratching the dogs head so thoroughly that the ridiculous creature quickly plops down and shows him his belly. Even from this distance, Regulus can make out James Potter's laugh.

"Regulus, you can't be soft about this."

That's her favourite word for him.

His brother is reckless.

But Regulus is soft.

He takes one final look at the pirate below him before turning away. "I'll get the information mother. Don't you worry."

[deathmetalunicorn1]

That newest record fo Ragnarok one, the one with reader and overprotective Fenrir, is adorable. Can I have more of that w/ other gods? Shiva, Hermes, Loki, etc

-You were a forest goddess, watching over travelers who ventured into your maze of trees, guiding them out.

-You were known for your kind heart and powerful magic, but mostly you were known for your giant wolf that was the size of a small elephant, your protector, your partner, as he had been by your side for as long as you could remember.

-The reason behind Feni’s reputation was not due to his size, but due to her protectiveness of you and his dislike of others, except children.

-If you were guiding someone who had gotten lost in your forest out, he was fine, but if this person was bothering you, as in not leaving, he had no issues just picking you up and dragging you away, growling at the offender.

Shiva- Just started wandering around, bored out of his mind, following the path of a large and lush forest, enjoying the quiet sounds of the animals around him. It wasn’t until he realized he was lost until he had come across a lake, jumped in to cool off, before realizing he had no idea which was the path was. He thought about just charging through, knocking over any trees or other plants in his way, but just as he decided to start getting pumped up, you walked out, Feni behind you as you smiled warmly at him, “I thought I felt someone was playing around in my forest~” Shiva beamed warmly at you, being friendly as you offered to show him the way out and he immediately accepted. He was quick to find out that you were a total sweetie, so kind and pure, he wanted to see more of you, maybe bring his wives the next time so they could meet you as well. Feni could see Shiva slowly walking closer and closer to you, closing the distance between the two of you, as Shiva started to flirt a bit with you, “Your forest is very peaceful but also beautiful, just like you!” which in turn made you blush cutely, showing him that you were a bit shy. Feni had enough and was quick to butt him, putting himself between Shiva and you. Shiva tried to get around, but Feni just ran circles around him, keeping the god away from you while you just giggled lightly, thinking they were playing. Shiva knew he had to figure out how to win Feni over first, if he was going to win you over as well.

Hermes- He often took long walks, mainly to clear his mind but to also relax, getting away from the other gods, enjoying some peace and quiet. He had never been to your forest before but had heard about it from children who visited often, it sounded like the perfect place to hide away for a little bit. The path through the forest was very well maintained, clear and clean, making for a smooth walk, and the number of trees and flowers around worked wonders in calming his nerves. That is until he walked the path, hearing a waterfall and became hopelessly lost. Hermes threw his hands up and sat on a rock, pouting, as he didn’t want to deal with the situation he was now in at the moment, choosing instead to enjoy the little waterfall. His keen hearing picked up on footsteps nearby, turning his head and he saw a young maiden accompanied by a giant wolf coming out of the trees. You smiled warmly at him, “My trees told me that you were lost. May I assist you?” Hermes was grateful for the help, instantly agreeing before you introduced yourselves to each other. Hermes found you so soothing, but also intelligent, he was able to hold such nice conversations with you. Once back at the entrance, Hermes bowed at the waist, taking one of your hands to peck the back of it, but Feni quickly put his head on top of your hands, blocking the affection which made Hermes laugh, thinking it was amusing, until Hermes saw the look Feni was giving to him, a look of protection, one that said ‘stay away’. That just made Hermes want to try even harder!

Loki- Actually found you first before you found him, after getting lost in your forest, he took to the skies, flying around and saw a beautiful maiden and he had to go and say hello. However, your first meeting with Loki was painful for him, as he didn’t see the giant wolf laying nearby, under the shade of a large tree while you were weaving a flower crown. Feni and Loki were introduced first, after Feni leapt up and knocked Loki out of the sky before he could get to you. You tended to the lump on Loki’s head while he was glaring at Feni, the two locked in a silent argument, apologizing on behalf of Feni, but Loki was quick to see why you friend was so protective over you. You were so sweet and doting, not at all bothered by his harmless pranks, as he never did anything cruel to you, finding you to be a ray of sunshine, one he wanted to bask in for the rest of his days. However, there was an obstacle standing between you and Loki, one he was determined to overcome. Feni didn’t like Loki getting close to you, when you would walk Loki to the entrance of your forest, Feni was right between you, and if Loki tried to get close to you he would either pick Loki up by the back of his shirt and toss him away from you, or pick you up and start trotting away, leaving Loki to chase after you. You’ve tried getting Feni to stop this behavior, but so far with no luck. Loki was someone who didn’t give up easily however, and he didn’t plan to, wanting you more and more.

[eldritch-araneae]

Hello, I have more Earthspark theories and observations! Spoilers for episodes 11-18 and welcome under the cut!

Observation about Grimlock!

I noticed that despite being controlled by Mandroid's device, he was holding back against Bumblebee! It's especially noticeable when you see him more actively chasing and firing at Terrans (he doesn't know them, makes sense) or how controlled Hashtag was acting!

In fact, we can see Grimlock shaking and hesitating to attack when Bee was talking to him. Even after he bit Bee's arm, he still didn't even aiming at Bee with fire, even tho Bumblebee was right in front of him!

( Note: idk why, but I suddenly remember the moment from Norse mythology, when Fenrir bites Tyr's hand! Sure gods wanted to chain him, but Tyr was the one who raised him. Bee must be really good with dinobots, maybe one of few friends they have and Grimlock was forced to hurt him. Gosh I can't wait for new episodes to see all the drama!)

No wonder Grim went into rage mode after the device was removed from him. To express all this shit he went through while being controlled. He needs a hug!

A little theory about Bee and GHOST.

I keep thinking about how it's so strange that Schloder was on Bumblebee's trail. Bee was supposed to be dead to GHOST, and even with energon suppressor, they still were after him! Did someone among bots spilled the beans about Bee?

Or Schloder really saw a yellow car appearing in races ( which tbh is still very far-fetched bc yellow cars aren't rarity ahah) and he decided to catch Bee in all costs during all 15 years? Schloder, as silly as he is, was pretty angry at Bumblebee for "deserting Autobots" and he was talking about Bee like he's some kind-of-evil mastermind who takes advantage of good people like Maltos?

What happened? Did Bee accidentally did something to upset Schloder? Or his sister told him some gross lies about Bumblebee being dangerous to humans? So intriguing!

Another thing that bothers me, that yeah, Optimus is absent right now, which is already sus. The only thing we saw is him sending Bumblebee to find Grimlock according to Bee. And Bee said that Optimus got a tip... from who exactly?

Also, why Optimus would send Bumblebee, who's primary role is scouting and espionage, into basically fight-to-death gladiator matches??? Cmon, there are plenty bots who are stronger and more fit to this mission in hiding I'm sure, so why Bee?

Of course, it can be that Bee was tasked to find Grim, and like Bee he is, decided to prove himself and enter the brawls. And sure, he can fight and even win despite being weak he is. Anways, very curious too!

(UPD: Actually to think about it, I won't surprised if Bee went to brawls himself instead of calling for help bc he might feeling guilty for blowing his cover? So risking his life would be his way to make thing right in a way ( like in old comics when blamed himself for letting Ravage escape on his watch and de decided to capture him solo while Optimus is sulking with self-doubt... only to fall into Decepticon trap. Because he didn't see how exactly Bee is doing yet, only knowing he's sad he can't go home.)

I'm getting the impression that GHOST is after Bee, either to catch him, or even get him killed. But why? During trailer I thought that maybe it was to do with AllSpark bc he was carrying it, but we saw Bee quickly passed it to Op and Megs and it was send back to Cybertron. Yet it feels like Croft has some agenda against Bee in particular. Very curious!

Can't wait for new episodes!

(UPD: maybe Croft got a wind that Optimus wants to make a third cybertronian faction outside of her influence ( which the end of ep 10 gave this idea), and I guess they seen that Bee, while inexperienced, still have some leadership traits and she def doesn't want that. esp if Bee is good with humans as well. this will suck for her… unless she get rid of Bee first)

[whumpsmith-participates]

AI-less Whumptober 2024

Day 16 - Animal Bite (alt prompt)

Tags/CW: uhhh blood I guess, big chomp, super powers

Superpowers commonly begin properly showing around puberty. Scientists think it has to do with the change in hormones that kickstart all the changes our bodies go through during this time. Between that rage of hormones, pressure to perform in school, body odour, hair in weird places, voice cracks and everything in between... It's no surprise that most kids struggle to control their powers when they first start showing.

Even the ones who would eventually grow up to become one of the most popular and successful heroes had to learn to walk before they could run.

Bryce Anderson was thirteen when his powers suddenly became more evident. He'd always known he was special, since he'd been able to talk to animals for as long as he could remember, and his mentor always told him there would be more to come.

Bryce wasn't sure how they met. As far as he knew, Dr Slade was a friend of his mother's, who would come around every now and then. Sometimes he looked after Bryce when his mother had to work at odd hours.

He didn't mind that at all. He adored Dr Slade, and through him he got to meet other people with powers, each one a whole lot cooler than the next.

Zoe Castro, a girl close to his age, about a year or two older, had the ability to cool down or heat up the air around her. It was as if she could control fire and ice, though she preferred the latter. It wasn't until they were older that Bryce learned she was afraid to burn people, after having accidentally hurt her parents once.

Another thing he admired about her was how much she could already do when they were only nine. While she could freeze lakes mid-summer for them to play on, Bryce could only listen in on conversations between the ducks in that lake, who tended to be very confused and disgruntled about the sudden frost.

The others were older. But they were like older brothers he never had to him. Devin Rider and William Ecker. They were miles ahead in training, and tried their best to assist where Dr Slade couldn't. William had the ability to read minds and talk to people telepathically, while Devin...his powers were a bit more peculiar.

Being somewhat younger than William, Devin had more time for Bryce. Hanging out with him when the others couldn't, taking him on outings, and helping him figure out what he wanted to do with his powers. Even reassuring him that Dr Slade wouldn't tell him he was special if he weren't.

Bryce had to admit he didn't quite believe him, despite all the reassurances. Until one faithful afternoon...

Devin had taken Bryce to the library. He wasn't doing too well in school, and Devin hoped to find a subject in the non-fiction section that would inspire Bryce to work harder, or at least to stop getting into fights.

"I wouldn't have beat Mickey up if he didn't make fun of my voice," Bryce grumbled, glancing over the spines of the books, but never really reading any of them.

"Just because you know how to fight, doesn't mean that you should jump at every opportunity to put your skills to the test," Devin said.

"Then why is Slade teaching me?" Bryce said, "It was self-defense...sort of."

"It's not self-defense if you throw the first punch," Devin said, "at least taunt him into pushing you first. Then you can kick his ass— But you didn't get that from me."

Bryce couldn't help but to grin as he wandered into the next aisle, coming upon a table that had some books stalled out with the cover showing. One of them immediately caught his eye.

The cover depicted a fearsome, black wolf with fire in its eyes, standing on a rocky cliff, crouching as if it was about to pounce. The book seemed to be part of a series on Norse mythology, and this was was titled Fenrir.

Devin couldn't help but to feel relieved as he rounded the corner as well and found Bryce actually holding a book, let alone when he opened it eagerly to read the first page. Devin glanced over the rest of the table as he joined Bryce.

"Mythology, huh?" he asked.

"It looked cool," Bryce said with a shrug, "I didn't know there are wolves in Norway..."

"You got me there," Devin said, "but I can't even point Norway out on a map, so..."

He stepped closer, reading along over Bryce's shoulder as he read out a part that sounded interesting to him.

"It is foretold in old Norse texts that Fenrir plays an important role in Ragnarok, assisting in setting the world aflame." he read, "Ooh, so like a wolf with fire powers?"

Devin was about to suggest to check the book out and take it home to read it through, when suddenly the lights flickered slightly. They both shrugged it off. It was an old building, after all, but then they could suddenly both hear a low, deep growl. Devin frowned, pulling the book from Bryce's hands.

"Does this thing have sound effects?" he asked, flipping through it, when something else caught his attention.

The distinctive smell and feeling of smoke penetrated his nostrils, and he looked up to find surprisingly thick, black whisks of smoke beginning to gather on the ceiling.

"Bryce, pull the fire alarm," Devin said, throwing the book on the table so he could cup his hands around his mouth.

"FIRE!"

While Devin alerted anyone nearby by screaming, Bryce rushed towards the door where he'd remembered seeing a manual fire alarm. However, as he slowed to a stop and lifted the plastic cover to pull it, he heard that growl again, and something large was moving in the corner of his eyes.

Bryce froze, slowly turning his head and finding himself eye-to-eye with the fearsome beast from the cover of the book. Black, scorched fur, eyes of flame, and crouching to pounce. Its flaming eyes were fixated on Bryce, its growling making it seem like it was grinning, revealing a set of large, razor sharp teeth.

Before Bryce even got the chance to call out to Devin, the wolf leapt with such speed that he didn't even get the chance to dodge, crashing into him with enough force to send him flying — if it hadn't pinned him down with a massive paw on his chest.

Bryce had the wind knocked out of him. The blow was so sudden it dizzied him. He remembered seeing sharp teeth surrounding an endless abyss of flames. It was purely by instincts that he raised his arms, preventing the teeth from closing around his throat, biting down into his arm instead.

"AAAAGH!"

Bryce had never felt such pain before. As if his flesh was simultaneously torn and burned off of his bones, while the bone itself shattered under the pressure of the teeth.

The cry he let out was one Devin wouldn't soon forget, spinning around to watch his little buddy getting mauled by a mythical wolf was permanently etched into his retinas, and he thanked God that he decided to eat a steak for lunch that day.

Devin's power allowed him to temporarily borrow certain qualities from the flesh he consumed. And a well-prepared rare steak gave him the strength of an ox. Combining that with adrenaline and a bit of rage, he grabbed the wolf by its scruff and yanked it off of Bryce.

The wolf was unamused by this, of course, trying to buck Devin off and causing the both of them to crash into one of the shelves. It fell over and broke apart, sprawling books everywhere, which caught fire as both Fenrir and Devin picked themselves up.

Thinking fast, Devin picked up the largest book within his reach and swung at the wolf as he straightened himself. A solid thud and a loud yelp indicated he'd landed a decent hit, which naturally angered it even more. Devin swung the book at it again, but it bit down into the thick volume, trying to tear it from his hands.

"Oh no you don't!" Devin hissed, knowing he was done for if the wolf managed to disarm him.

Just as it would seem that they were somewhat stuck in a game of tug-o-war, there was another shriek by the door. The librarian had shown up with a fire extinguisher, only to walk in on a man wrestling a flaming wold and a teenager writing in pain and bleeding out on the floor. Devin didn't blame her for dropping the fire extinguisher and running away. He thought she was very smart for choosing life.

Bryce, however, was already beyond the point of having a choice. He knew Devin could only last so long against the beast, and the fire extinguisher was almost within his reach. Biting through the pain, he dragged himself towards it with his good arm — at least, that's what he told people when retelling the story. In actuality, he was bawling like a child. Terrified and in pain.

Grabbing the fire extinguisher was a sheer act of desperation. He had no idea how much effect it would really have. He couldn't even operate it with one hand, really. But Devin could. He checked the pin was already pulled, before positioning the device by his feet and kicking it towards the struggling pair.

"D-Devin!"

Devin could barely spare a glance, but he could see a flash of red rolling towards him. With a grin, he very suddenly let go of the book just as the wolf tugged as hard as it could, causing it to stumble backward, giving Devin an opening to dive towards the extinguisher and pick it up.

The wolf tossed the book aside and immediately leaped at Devin with a growl. In an act of bravery [read: pure coincidence] he stuck the nuzzle and half his arm down the wolf's throat and squeezed the trigger.

Freezing CO₂ was blasted into the creature. It produced a haunting, strangled howl as the flames in its eyes slowly died, before the entire creature suddenly disintegrated, as if it turned into a cloud of smoke.

Devin didn't even get the chance to process what happened, using the remainder of the extinguisher to try and douse the flames before the fire would spread to the rest of the library.

Fortunately at that point the fire department arrived, as well as a very confused man from animal control. But at that point the fire and the wolf were the least of Devin's worries. He wasn't a doctor in any sense, but he'd seen enough to know that Bryce had lost too much blood, and he had to be taken to hospital ASAP.

The fire department's EMTs did what they could to stabilise him, making sure his arm stayed in one piece while cramming him full of fluids in the other, handing the bag to Devin to hold so he wouldn't get in their way too much.

"Listen, listen!" he said, "I know it's not protocol, but there's a private clinic that's closer than hospital. It's Sunny Samual's. They'll take good care of him there."

"Isn't that that holistic place with the Scotsman and the old witch?" the younger EMT asked, while her older partner nodded.

"I know the place," he said, "let's take him there. It is closer and if anyone can save this kid's arm it's those two."

"Can I come with?" Devin asked, "I know the kid. His mom is working and he doesn't have a dad. I-I'm responsible for him."

"Of course," the older EMT said, "stick close to us, hold that bag nice and high— Can you tell us what happened so we know what to call in?"

"I'm not even sure what happened," Devin said, "but animal attack is a good starting point..."

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Bryce Anderson later grows up to be the very popular hero Ranger, while Devin Rider was already known as the hero Carnivore at this point. Together they formed a team alongside Zoe Castro and William Ecker known as Absolute Zero and Brain respectively. Alongside their mentor Dr Slade and his old friend Vitaliy Markovitsj, aka Rasputin, they became known as the city's original super heroes, dubbed The Original Six after a surge in new heroes.

Let me know if you wanna know more about this world!

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The Brown Cat: A Modern Irish Fairytale | Moodboard & Wee Imagine

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I remember the stories my Nan used to tell me. Now, we Irish remember and especially those of the fílid, like my family. I especially liked the story, a local legend, about an Irish princess who fell in love with a Viking. She used to tell me that one over and over during rainy days, the ones on which it seems like the sky has a tear in it. Seated by the fire and enjoying tea with a sweet treat, she’d recount the tragic love story of the would-be king and queen of Waterford. Indeed, tragic, for, you see, the ancient Irish saw Love as a fatal affliction.

Their story didn’t end happily. The Viking was turned into a cat by the princess’s mother, feeling merciful enough to turn the man into her daughter’s favourite animal. However, after the transformation was completed, the pair heard a banshee howl.

And a few days after, the princess, mourning the loss of her love, thinking him dead on the battlefield, jumped off the cliffs. Some say you can see her at night, clutching an amulet of Thor. Others claim they’ve heard her wailing as they witnessed her fall or heard her laments on the wind.

The warrior-turned-cat has wandered the land ever since, desperately looking for his love because only true love’s kiss can break the curse. Nan used to say he looked like the fluffy yet gruff brown cat that wandered around the town in my youth. He was a gentle creature if a bit grumpy.

But surely too many years have passed for it to be the same cat who frequents my abode or the one that always seems to show up at the markets I participate in to promote my micro bakery.

Surely.

Then again, this is Ireland.

And she remembers.

Alfie

I used to be known by a different name. Alftun Bloodaxe, rumoured to be the spawn of Fenrir and I might very fucking well have been.

But the moment I saw the little dove we had captured as a hostage in the battle for Waterford, I was ready to put down my axe and become her guardian full time. Fucking hell, I was ready and craved the honour of becoming her man.

I brought her books, the thing she seemed to miss the most. There were nights she read some of them to me, either in her native tongue or in broken Norse. She soon got better at the latter, though. After all, she was a clever little bird.

She didn’t like the way I came by those books and scrolls, but I couldn’t exactly walk up to a monastery and simply expect them to hand over their best works. No, there was silver and gold to be had too.

Even back in the day, before becoming a quite literally damned cat, I was consumed by Greed.

Slowly but surely we started to understand each other. She taught me Gaeilge and how to read and I taught her Norse and told her the stories our skalds have told for ages. In turn, she told me those of her people.

She was an incredible storyteller. A proper fílid.

The similarities between some of those tales and sagas made us realise we weren’t so different.

She wasn’t meant to end up as my slave, a means to warm my bed.

And I hope she wished me to become something else other than a head on a pike or a very crispy corpse on a pire, cast out of Valhalla forever.

She was my equal.

She fucking was to be my queen.

Then Mommy dearest, some half-fairy witch from a powerful bloodline, swooped in and turned me into a ball of fluff when we marched on Waterford. I could console myself with knowledge my little dove had my amulet and that Freya would somehow let her know what happened.

But then came that horrible screech.

I’ll never forget that high-pitched wail, like a dying person’s last desperate attempt to call for help while dragging their iron nails over a blackboard.

That’s when I knew.

I knew I’d lose her.

And there was nothing I could do.

Nothing but hope I’d find her some day.

And now that I’ve finally have for the second time, having lost her once in her youth, I’m not letting her out of my sight.

Never again.

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Side note: I might turn this concept into a proper story once I've gotten over the massive writer's block I've been dealing with. If only because I can't get this off my mind and I need to nerd out over all things Irish, haha.

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Prompt 26 - Harry

@wolfstarmicrofic September 26, word count 524

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Two days, they waited. They wanted Voldemort mad. They wanted him not thinking clearly. It probably wouldn’t work, but it was all they had.

They apparated to the edge of the old forest behind Fenrir’s camp in a big open field in the late afternoon and got to work. 

A few hours later, James led Peter to the grassy area. 

“Call him,” He told Peter. The cowering man raised his right hand, with James still holding on tightly, and pressed his wand to the dark mark. 

They waited with bated breath until an almighty crack rang out, and Voldemort appeared alone in the centre of the field. 

“Ah, so you figured out Wormtail’s little secret?” He said once he’d surveyed the area. His high, raspy voice was somehow easily heard, though he spoke quietly. 

It was almost dark now, the light barely illuminating the gathered group. Sirius, Remus and James stood shoulder to shoulder with Peter at their feet. “Lord Black and his little lackeys. You’ve caused me a great deal of trouble killing Fenrir, you know. My death eaters have had to pick up the slack. They would like very much to have the opportunity to share their grievances with you,” Voldemort moved his mouth in that odd way that meant he was trying to smile. Sirius rolled his eyes. 

“Oh, I’m sure they would,” Sirius barked out a laugh.  Voldemort narrowed his red eyes at them. 

“It’s such a shame that your traitorous brother couldn’t be here to watch you die, but he got in my way and, unfortunately… Well, you can guess,” Voldemort cackled. Sirius folded his arms and crooked a brow.

“Oh really?” He said, standing aside and revealing Regulus behind him. 

“Hello, Tom,” Regulus smirked. “Say your goodbyes as you won’t be leaving here tonight. 

“YOU!!!!” Voldemort hissed furiously, spit flying from his lipless mouth. He then spun on the spot. Sirius had to hold back his laughter at the ridiculous pirouette. 

While Voldemort had been waffling on, Regulus had cast an antiappartiion charm over the entire area. Voldemort straightened up and raised his wand, preparing to duel. Sirius cracked his neck; it was nearly time. “Do you truly believe the three of you could possibly be a match for the great Lord Voldemort?! You would need an army to even make a dent,” He scoffed. Sirius and Remus dropped to the ground.

“Well, it’s a good job I brought one then,” Regulus taunted as James grabbed his hand and Peters. Regulus dug in his pocket and pulled out the muggle ID that the camper had dropped, Harry Felds apparently, and held it tightly. In the blink of an eye, they were gone. Remus had turned it into a Portkey, transporting them safely back to their camp. 

Voldemort turned to the remaining wizards only to find them replaced with their enormous wolves, the moonlight reflecting in their eyes. 

“ATTACK!!!” Sirius shouted down the link to every single member of the pack, hidden just inside the tree line. The concealment spells fell, and twenty werewolves, including Sirius and Remus, charged towards Voldemort. The so-called Dark Lord didn’t stand a chance.

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My New Ghost Type Theory

(Nexomon Extinction Spoilers)

(Lots of images in this post, but the text should hopefully explain the key features of them well enough?)

So if you've been on nexomon tumblr for a while, you've probably seen either me or @tulipsnflowers talking about ghost type theories.

If you haven't, the background is this: every type in Nexomon 1 has at least one Primordial Tyrant attached. This is no longer the case by Nexomon Extinction.

The Ghost-type doesn't have one. But Ghost and Psychic both appeared between games. If you go by the headcanon that the rest of the types appeared when a Primordial Tyrant of that type was made, what happened to create the Ghost-type? We have several theories, many of which are… Somewhat unlikely. I've come up with another one. Bear with me.

So I was looking into Nexomon types. Looking for patterns, mostly. Didn't really expect to find any.

Have a couple of diagrams of the types in Nexomon 1, what beats what.

Nice and neat. Also there are so many rock-paper-scissors style triangles (I count five?)

N2 is… less neat. Here's a diagram with them in a circle by birth order.

I swear this is going somewhere. You'll notice that I've put Ghost before Psychic and after Electric for lack of better ideas, and Normal just off to the side because it's weird.

Do you notice that there's almost a circle around the outside?

If we remove Ghost, it looks like this. Excluding the break between Psychic (last) and Mineral (first) which is only there for visibility reasons (this might as well be a line)… This has a circle around the outside, with almost every type beating the previous one in a fight. The ones that don't are weak to (Nara, both sides) or mutually effective (Psychic and Electric).

So what if you make it an entire circle?

If you try and make it an entirely anticlockwise circle with all of the nine types, you end up with this nonsense, which makes no sense.

This is because including Normal messes everything up. I promise I know where I'm going with this.

If you just ignore Normal and try and make a circle including Ghost, then there's one particular place it goes. Between Wind and Fire.

Ignore Normal being awkwardly at the top I will explain that later.

Point is. Look! A (broken) circle! Mostly anticlockwise, with types beating the types before them, other than Psychic and both sides of Plant. But why would this mean anything? Ghost couldn't possibly be there…

Could it?

This is about where I remember a very specific line in Nexomon Extinction.

I forgot to screenshot it on my playthrough, so I screenshotted a youtube video.

Fenrir calls himself the third son of Omnicron. Not third child. Third son. So unless Nadine is transgender… who was the second?

(Realistically this is probably a mistake on the developer's part. However.)

Bear with me a second… what if Omnicron made his children's types deliberately, always trying to create a stronger type? One that could beat the previous type? That explains why the circle is mostly anticlockwise. It explains why Psychic doesn't entirely fit, because Solus wasn't a child of Omnicron. It explains Normal, because Metta had all of their powers, making versatility his strength, so that's why he wasn't specifically stronger.

(Another fun thing about that theory is that it raises the possibility Nara deliberately made Solus's type weak to her own. Just in case.)

It doesn't explain why Nara doesn't fit. So let me show you this.

Mineral, Wind, Ghost, Fire, Water, Electric, Plant, Normal.

I've put Ghost in between Wind and Fire, and Plant after Electric.

The broken circle is entirely anticlockwise now. Omnicron trying to make a stronger type again and again, finishing with Metta who could command them all… What if this was how it went?

In this situation, assuming Mysterious Ghost Child is male, Fenrir is the third son of Omnicron. Merida is still the fifth child of Omnicron, and Zetta still the sixth. Nara's shifted position, but the only one who told us of Nara's position was Deena, and we know Deena's not against lying…

So the obvious question is – what happened to the ghost? Answer: Omnicron happened. Omnicron might have been a bit nervous about a child who could beat his own type. And one way or another, it all came to a head. And Omnicron banished his child directly to the Netherworld, removing their type from existence.

After this, the Children of Omnicron don't talk about their lost sibling. Hence why Fenrir calls himself third child of Omnicron at some point – he's pretending his ghost brother didn't exist. Merida and Zetta don't go quite that far, though. And Deena never actually states her position in n1 – she does say Omnicron had seven children, but she could also be pretending he didn't exist.

This has the effect of making humanity put the pieces together and figure Nara must have been fourth. Deena, by n2, just sort of shrugs. Let's Go With That. She is not an information-sharer and she is not explaining her second-oldest brother.

Mysterious Ghost Type, meanwhile, escaped from the Netherworld when Blue broke in, and that's why the Ghost type is back in n2.

Another thing this could explain is who Ziegler's prisoner is? Because he doesn't seem to be assigned one, in n1. It's vaguely implied it could be the protagonist, but I don't think that works. Of course, he could just not have one, but if he did maybe it was this ghost Primordial.

There are a few timing questions here – when was the ghost-type brother banished? And… does Metta know about all this? He could not know if he was born after Ghost was banished.

So yeah. It's quite an out-there theory, but it works.

I have more thoughts on this (like the fact Fenrir and this guy probably know each other somehow) and also a design (thank you Tulip) and I think a name? Umbra, from Latin for shadow. But I've rambled for quite long enough now. I hope this made sense!