#grace knows what i mean even if she doesn't hehe

[psychesalcove]

„ we both like apple cider, but your breath is smellin' like fruit punch

𝜗𝜚 jason grace x daughter of poseidon

+ platonic percy jackson x sister reader

synopsis ; you and jason had just started dating. neither of you were ecstatic about telling your brother, percy, about your relationship. so, you did the most reasonable thing two demigods could think of;try to pretend your just friends around him.

⚠️ ; reader is a tad dramatic ab how protective percy is, percy being a good older brother, not proofread, iris camper gets targeted bc i didnt know who else to put 😭, piper n jason didn't date in this fic, reader was kinda a bitch to percy (not in the end tho!!), don't go much into how reader n jason pretend to just be friends, reader is a tad out of tune with her emotions, mainly reader and percy centered, kissing, percy being incapable of doing his laundry, percy being a drama queen twords the end

requested ; yes, by anon !!

jason and you had only been dating for around two weeks. and it was rough. not being with jason, no, that was amazing. you had been crushing on him as soon as he arrived at camp with leo and piper. you had never been happier for your relationship change with him.

percy was the problem. you loved your half brother, you really did. but he has a tendency to be a bit overprotective of you and tyson. most times, you don't mind at all. it means the ares cabin tries to pick fights with you less, the hermes cabin doesn't target you as much, etc.

but, percy and you dating don't go together very well. you had only dated one other camper, a child of iris, before you both decided you would work better as friends after a couple months.

percy had been there for those months, and he was not a happy camper. he consistently hovered over you and the child of iris, never letting the two of you be together by yourself, let alone in your cabin. he got better the longer you stayed together, but the underlying protective side of him was always present.

which is why you're trying to hide your relationship with jason from percy. you know percy means well, but you learned he can be a bit suffocating at times. even though jason and percy were friends, you know he'll still get protective.

so, both you and jason had mutually agreed to try to keep your relationship a secret from percy until you felt comfortable enough to tell him.

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"so when do you think he'll catch on?" piper asked you as she laid down besides you on her bed. you were having a sleepover in the aphrodite cabin, piper wanting to share the latest gossip with you as usual.

"hopefully after we tell him," you chuckled, flipping through the pages of a vouge magazine you found on the floor. "i know percy isn't dumb, but i'm hoping that with us not being all lovey dovey with eachother in front of him pays off."

piper nodded her head. "yknow he might not mind you dating jason as much as that iris kid you dated a while back. i mean, the two are pretty good friends with eachother," hehe said as she scooted closer to you to view the magazine.

you sighed lightly. "i guess, i just don't really know," you said. "i don't want percy and jason to not be friends just because percy doesn't agree with me dating," you countied, looking at piper for advice.

"babes, i don't think percy doesn't agree with you dating. he just wants what's best for you, so he has high expectations for whoever you date." she mused, giving you the advice you were seeking for, even if it was going against what you had said.

"and, that iris kid was not cute; i can see why percy didn't want you dating them." drew added as she walked by the two of you.

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it was a couple days after your sleepover with piper, and you were laying in your bed in your dad's cabin. you had thought over pipers (and drew's light commentary) words and realized that you were being a bit dramatic for how percy acted.

it was natural for him to be protective over you, just as you were of him. thinking about it, you would have been weary of annabeth if you were at camp before they started dating. and, drew was right. that camper you dated before was not the cutest, and also wasn't the best partner.

which percy had probably picked up on; which explains why he was so weird with you dating them. suddenly, the idea of telling percy that jason and you were dating didn't seem that bad, now having reasons for percys past behavior.

him and jason were friends, i mean they did go on a world saving quest not long ago, and they seemed to get along just fine together. (minus when they fought over a chair, piper told you that as soon as she could).

and, percy was probably really confused now thinking about it. both you and jason had tried to spend as little time as you could with him since you started dating; worried that one of you would slip up and accidentally tell him. whenever you saw percy, you tried to walk the other direction, and anytime he said something to you or tried to hang out with you, you made an excuse of being too busy.

you were brought out of your train of thought as the door opened to the cabin, percy walking in. he looked like he just got done with training and taking a shower. his hair still looked slightly damp, and he wore his orange chb shirt with his cargo jean shorts.

it seemed that he didn't notice you at first, lightly humming a tune while walking over to his bed. he started folding the pile of clothing that was on his bed, and that had been for about a week now.

you lightly coughed to alert him of your presence in the cabin, causing him to pause in his humming and turn around.

"hey, you." he said. "you tryin' to avoid me in here? yknow it isn't as affective because it's also my cabin," he tried to joke, but it just fell flat. you sighed lightly, sitting up on your bed and making eye contact with percy.

"i've been a bitch to you," you stated. his eyes widened and he laughed at your statement. you rolled your eyes in response. "i own up to how i've been acting and you laugh?" you said with an annoyed tone of voice.

percy quickly shuts up and sits on his pile of clothing bed and mirrors your position. "i wasn't laughing at you, i was just surprised that you said that instead of something else." he defended, smiling over at you. "have anything else to say?" he asked.

"me and jason are dating."

"i know."

you stared at him in surprise. "you know?" you asked with genuine question in your voice.

percy chuckled. "yeah, i do. pretty easy to tell when both of you start avoiding me and i see you two sucking eachothers lips off behind the zues cabin." he mused, a hint of mischief in his eyes.

"and, you don't care?" you asked, still in shock with the information percy had just given you.

"why would i?" he said. "i mean, i know jasons good for you, i've seen it with my own eyes. he's a good person, has good morals, knows how to treat a girl right, i mean he might've been raised by a wolf but that guy is good." he says, getting up and taking a seat on your bed next to you.

he wrapped one of his arms around you and brought you closer to him. "i love ya kid, and i only want what's best for you. and jasons exactly that." percy said as you leaned into his embrace.

"but i also want you to know that if i do find jason n you making out again, the zues cabin might become flooded. just a warning in advance," he joked, but you wouldn't be surprised if that was a true statement.

you only hummed in response, bringing an arm to wrap around percy. "sorry i was such an asshole, i just wasn't expecting you to be okay with it," you said in a timid voice, not used to being so truthful with percy about these topics.

"apologie accepted," he said. "but, if you date another person like that iris kid, i'm gonna be the bitch, deal?" He asked, pulling away from the embrace and holding up his pinky finger, wiggling it lightly when you didn't move.

you rolled your eyes, but brought your pinky up to his.

"deal."

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it was friday night, which meant campfire night. after your conversation with percy, you had gone to the zues cabin to explain to jason your talk with percy. jason was more than happy that percy was okay with the two of you. (he would never tell you but he might have jumped around his cabin and im'd thalia as soon as he could to tell her).

jason and you sat at the camp fire, with the rest of the seven. even if you weren't apart of the prophecy, you still became friends with all of them; they like to refer to you as the hoary member of the seven.

jasons arm was wrapped around your shoulder, brining you to lean into his side as you both stared into the fire. one of the apollo kids was playing a song you didn't recognize, but it didn't really matter.

you were surrounded by people who you loved and who loved you back just as much: the main ones being jason and percy. both of them held special places in your heart. jason was your love, the part of you that you were always missing. percy was your sibling, even if only half, and was your partner in crime.

you saw jason make a quick glance in the direction that percy was in out of the corner of your eye. jason moved the two of you so both of you were face to face. he smiled softly at you and you returned the gesture. you saw jason take a quick glance down at your lips, and you got the cue. both of you leaned into eachother, lips softly connecting with one another.

it wasn't your first kiss with jason, but it felt like it. not feeling like it inexperienced and neither of you knew what you were doing. it felt like the first kiss because it was the first one that was happening with your relationship being out in the open.

all of camp had caught onto the fact that jason and you were dating pretty fast, as the two of you could be seen everywhere together: holding hands, kissing eachothers cheek and hands, and jason walking you to your cabin at the end of everyday.

with the warm fire and light storms of gutair in the background, it felt like you finally found exactly where you were supposed to be. you silently sent aphrodite a prayer in your head as you felt jason bring a hand up to your cheek to deepen the kiss.

both of you pulled away slowly, needing to breath for a moment. jason looked at you with such adoration in his eyes, showing nothing but his pure love for you in the moment. both of you smiled softly at eachother, jason bringing you closer so your foreheads could rest against one another.

as the song came to an end, a loud dramatic gasp was heard to the left of you.

"JASON MY LOVE HOW COULD YOU HAVE DONE THIS TO ME?" a voice, that you emideantaly recognized as percy, said. "I THOUGHT WE HAD A LOVE NOONE COULD EVER REPLACE," he countined as both you and jason rolled your eyes, pulling away from eachother.

percy approached the two of you as another song began, "jason, bud, on a serious note, you better treat her right okay? she only deserves the best and i'm expecting you to give that to her," he said in probably the most serious tone of voice you've ever heard.

as you watched jason give a salute to percy, piper and leo gave you a thumps up from behind jasons form.

[bccky]

Souls Intertwined By Fate

Part 2

Pairing:  Dean Winchester X Reader

Summary: As soulmates, you can feel the exact intensity of pain as your other half when they get hurt. So what happens when your soulmate literally goes to hell?

Words: 1061

Warnings: descriptions of death, mention of suicide, angst, full discretion is adviced

A/N: revamped fic of my own. It's been almost an year since I posted the first part, I'm extremely sorry for the long pause hehe // Dividers by @firefly-graphics // hope you like this one Xx

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A shiver runs down your spine as you stand behind the Roadhouse, and you can't tell if it's because of the cold biting air or the green eyes that are trying to cloud your mind. 

There aren't many things that can scare you now, but now that you have found your soulmate, even thinking about him gives you shivers - and not the good kind.

"Thank you," You whisper to Jo as she sneaks a few bottles of the strongest rum through the backdoor. Your only objective now is to avoid Ellen and whoever that guy was. 

You don't want to know his name... It will make this all too real. 

"You owe me a big one." Jo says and you nod, wanting to cut your time here as short as possible.

Her questioning glances every few seconds are enough for you to know that she's just waiting for an opening to ask why you are suddenly stocking up on your favorite bottles of alcohol, and you're not ready to tell her why.

Realizing you forgot to bring your car to the back, you sigh, bidding farewell to Jo with a hug. 

You almost start running once she closes the door towards your car that you parked in the front, stashing your bag in the car, as you start the ignition. 

You're ready to step on the accelerator and be away from your soulmate, the person who's going to be your doom. You can't help but peek at the bar as you pass by and you're sure you see the dirty blond hair that is going to haunt your dreams from now on. 

The bottles Jo smuggled are just so that you can lay off from visiting the Road House as much as you can. 

It's no secret that whoever drops by the bar is sure to become a regular thanks to Ellen's hospitality, connections and knowledge of the supernatural, that is, unless anyone gives her a reason to clear off. 

The fear makes you drive as far as possible from the only people who you now call your family in search of hunts, but that doesn't mean you can run from what you have named as 'the Soulmates Curse'. 

You end up at a diner in a small town with a supposed haunted cabin in the nearby woods, taking a breath of relief as you see an empty seat by the window.

You put down all the resources you have on the table for the current case you're working on, using it as a distraction. 

But as you’re settling, a high pitched giggle catches your attention. There’s a family in the park near the diner which you can see clearly from your seat.

You get a weird feeling in your heart, a sense of longing for what you once had. The parents laze around on a picnic blanket, happily watching the children who are running around and playing with each other.

You wonder if you’ll ever get to live and love like that again.

“Hey,” a deep voice pulls you out of your chain of thoughts, and you look up to see a man with dark, gelled-back hair, a stubble gracing his genial smile, "You okay?" 

Not gonna lie, you feel like a high school girl starting to fall for the cute guy in class, your insides warm as your body feels flush.

“Yeah, I’m alright.” You say to yourself, although you know that it isn't true, it's the only way to convince your mind that you're doing the right thing by saving yourself from the inevitable heartbreak.  

“I’m Chris, your server for the evening. What can I get you?”

Chris’ deep brown eyes make you want to forget everything, and for some reason, it makes you feel like you’re cheating on your non-existent relationship.

 “Just a cheeseburger and fries, Chris. Thanks.”

“I’ll be right back.” He winks at you with another one of his charming smiles, and you almost melt.

Your mind is in overdrive now.

The happy family directly in your sights are confusing your one-track mind, making you want that kind of contentment in your life as well.

As Chris brings your order to your table, you can’t help but ask, “The town is quite charming, huh?”

He laughs, “Yep, just a small, peaceful town. Except for Old Neil’s Cabin, it’s a nice place to live. And if you don’t believe in ghost stories, we don’t have many problems here.”

And with that, your yearning mind starts planning out an ordinary life in this town, hoping that your soulmate will have a peaceful death and since you won’t be attached to him, you won't feel much when the inevitable happens.

If you get rid of the ghost, then you can see yourself getting old here, preferably with a handsome man like Chris, and have a little family.

Back at the Harvelle’s Roadhouse, Dean Winchester takes a sip of his beer and sighs, tapping on the wooden bar, deep in thought.

Sam is talking about something or the other with Jo, not paying mind to Dean, who honestly doesn’t care. He is too occupied with the girl from last night who has been making his heart skip a beat every few minutes as little things around him keep reminding him of you.

Dean smiles to himself as a warmth spreads in his heart, hopeful that you are having a good time, whoever, and wherever you are.

“What’s up with him?” Jo asks Sam softly, not wanting to rob him out of whatever was cheering him on.

“No one ever knows with him.” Sam shrugs, throwing an amusing smile at his brother, not that he noticed. “He has been a little hush since yesterday.”

“Jo,” Dean speaks out of the blue, bursting the bubble he had built around him.

“Yeah?” She replies, in anticipation of knowing what his next words will be, curious about what he had been contemplating all this while.

“Do you know a girl around our age in the hunting business?”

“To be quite frank, there are a lot. I can’t just tell who you’re talking about just from that.”

Dean takes the last drink out of his glass before turning towards Jo, giving her a serious look.  “She was here yesterday.”

“Oh, you mean Y/N?” 

And with that, Dean’s life takes a different turn again.

Part 3

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[destructivisms]

VERÔNICA DAUMAS

The Boys OC / Human / Private eye / The Boys affiliated

If you ask Verônica Daumas, having an obsession can be weirdly therapeutic. Nights spent awake are moments of deep introspection. Piles and piles of documents, photographs, records are akin to a collection of something simple like, I don't know, bottle caps or pins. The sprawling out of the investigation through the walls of her tiny apartment is simply renewing the decor. Searching for something happening in the background, whatever that is, is having a greater purpose — and who doesn't want that? Who wouldn't miss that?

So when, five years after having abandoned her investigation, Verônica is called back to work by those she used to call a team — why would she say no?

“What did he call you?” “Enxerida do caralho.” “What does it mean?” “Nosy bitch.” “Eh. Can't say he's wrong on that one.”

Verônica Daumas is a Brazilian expat in New York, working under the radar as a private eye for the underworld of the city. Want some information you can't obtain through legal means, to take even less legal measures? Call V. DAUMAS, PRIVATE EYE — “I fuck around, you find out.”

After all, a woman has to make a living after losing everything, several times — whether the schemes in Rio she left behind, or her attempt to get a legit job in New York that burned to the ground (literally), or the team that was disbanded with a tragic conclusion.

Her investigative abilities are what made her a valuable asset; first to Grace Mallory — the promise of a visa, legit documents, and the erasure of her criminal record, led her to join her team to bring down Vought International —, and later to Billy Butcher — when putting the team back together, they couldn't forget their local nosy bitch, could they?

However, her utter lack of loyalty can make Verônica a liability — she won't hesitate to run away, which has been proven time and time again by the amount of things and people in her life she has left behind. Her uncanny ability to get away with things and save her own ass comes at the direct expense of the others' asses.

Of course, she has to reevaluate her loyalties (or lack thereof) when the operations of The Boys become more dangerous than ever, the stakes are higher, and the connections between them are stronger. Maybe she has to stay and face her fucking problems for once instead of running away. Maybe there are people worth staying for.

happy to be finally introducing my oc for the boys, verônica — she's the loml and i have been writing A LOT for her. ship stuff incoming btw hehe i ship her with frenchie and they have been living in my head rent free

[1totallynotasimp]

Alpha shiloh x alpha FemReader (If nerf battle had zombies)

     Requested by DerekDavidson  (on quotev )      

(You Pov)

Me and shiloh were the alpha zombies, and if you were wondering how there's two alphas your answer is... I don't really well we are a different species if zombie and there was like a glitch but that doesn't matter I also heard that some suvivors would try to stop us but me and shiloh weren't gonna let that happen .Their squad didn’t just fight against our zombie kind; they were survivors wanting to get ride of us from this place

. Each member of the team was unique in their own way but so were we. Me and shiloh could easily infect them all this battle would probably even be to easy.Me and shiloh heard them talking

 “Remember: today we’re not just fighting for survival! We’re here for glory!” a boy in blue called out I think his was eligah or something  readying his Nerf blaster.

“Glory? I thought we were just here for the snacks afterwards!” Mary exclaimed, "dont worry im jokeing"

With a collective nod, the team positioned themselves, each taking a defensive stance as David counted down.“Three… Two… One… Go!”

From the bushes me and shiloh were spying on them .i kinda had a crush on shiloh but ill talk bout thay later hehe .the suvivors goal was clear: the  survivors had to defeat the two amazing fabulous alphas also known as me and shiloh to free their town; me and shiloh just had to infect them we already had an army of zombies from suvivors we previously infected

"are you ready "shiloh ask me

"I was born ready "I reply with a smirk  The battle erupted with wild whoops and laughter. Nerf darts whizzed through the air, colliding with anything that moved. Us zombies retaliated with leaps and dodges, their grace almost enchanting. Eligah quickly devised a strategy while talking into a Nerf blaster, “Micha, cover the ground! Judah, go somehow  distract them!”

“On it!” Judah shouted, sprinting towards some zombie and done some distraction dance "what on earth are you doing "some zombie asked 

"a distraction "judah replies proudly then run away from the group of zombie chaceing him“Looks like Judah’s got them entertained,” micah chuckled,

shooting a nerf dart towards Shiloh but missing her completely

."is that all you got "shiloh says and infects micah and his clothes and hair turn green"Oh my favourite colour,"micah says

happily Meanwhile, Josiah attempted to make me change sides .“How about you change teams, Y/N? I mean, who wants to be a zombie when you can be a—”“Sorry you ain't my type "I call out to him and infect him to .man am I good at this

Buoyed by spirit and hilarity, the zombies turned to me and shilih, we call out, “Okay, zombies, I need your attention! We’re not just undead; we’re fabulously undead!”

The battle raged on, but soon both sides started to tire, and the air around them throbbed with laughter rather than aggression. Daniel, spotting Shiloh alone for a moment, gleefully aimed his blaster.

“It’s just you and me now, alpha zombie”“are you sure bout that?” Shiloh teased, flipping her hair then a group of zombies surround Daniel."Oh-!!"daniel calls out

All the zombies attack him and shiloh skips away Apon the fun, I'm walking around looking for people when i see Marry on top of a climbing wall " Get   down " I tell mary

"NEVER,"she shouts,

I groan I start throwing axes at mary but she is somehow like dodging them.

Finally, i hit her hand and she falls down but i catch her

“Was that you saving me? Awww, thank you, I'll just go and not disturb you” Marry says in hope

Zombie micah walks up to me and I throw mary to him and say "deal with her," then walk off“evryone stay on your feet!” Eligah called out,

turning to find Shiloh and eligah tries to shoot her but I throw an axe at the bullet "damn I have SUCH GOOD AIM !!!"I shout

And eligah just runs off "hey get back here "shiloh says

"So how ya been girlie pop "I asked shiloh

"Oh ya know just defending our whole zombie kind from annoying suvivors so like nothing much "shiloh answers sarcastically. 

"OK I get it, jeez." I laugh.

We see a Nerf gernade being thrown at me and shiloh but I caught it"HEY I CAUGHT I-" i begin

but shiloh grabs it from my hand and throws it away it explodes mid-air but shiloh pulls me behind a table"Maybe be more careful next time Y/N" shiloh says

"Yeah you right Sooo let go get more suvivors, yeah?"i say and run off

"Wait Y/N wait for meee," shiloh calls and runs after me. There are a crowd of zombies protecting me and shiloh as we see nerf darts flying around everywhere me and shiloh separate for a bit and then I hear very loud music playing

"WHAT AND WHERE IS THAT SOUND COMING FROM"Me and shiloh say at the same time we go to investigate it

But when we got there there was a speaker on the ground and no one here but as we turn around we see eligah pointing two nerf guns at us

"Oh how cooked are we " shiloh says

"OMG LOOK AT THAT" i scream

"Do you really think I'm that much of an idiot" elgah ask me

"I have two things to answer that question !first thing yes second thing ultra yes third thing- oh wait I said I have 2 thing to say hold on hmm-" I say with a smile

but eligah wasn't buying it at all

And just as it looked like the survivors would win, I threw my last axe at Eligah but he dodges it i use this tim and run behind him pick up my axe .and when he is now fully aware of his surroundings i quickly launched a surprise sneak attack on eligah woth my axe .

“Surprise! You’ve just been Y/N-fied’! ”I laugh and shiloh just stares at me to stunned to speak .There was one person left now judah we got out everyone else but now that I think of it after he got chased by a group of zombies at the start we haven't seen him anywhere after strange

"Where is this boy "I wonder to myself and at that moment judah pops up right infront of me

"I got you now alpha "judah says proudly 

"You forgot about shiloh" I say "she's an alpha two ya know"

"REALLY!oh yeah I forgot there were two alphas this time where is shiloh "judah ask .

Was he asking me or himself I have no clue 

"Right here "shiloh says behind him and infects him

"OMG WE WON WE JUST WON !!!"

i scream hugging shiloh I blush a bit"Yeah we did "shiloh says looking around incase their were any left suvivors we didn't see yet“Just like that, team! Can I hear it for the zombies?” i shouted, raising my hands, celebrating with shiloh and the other zombies.,

proud of the 'fun' we had, but more importantly, witnessing the joy radiating from the crew. As dusk settled, Shiloh approaches me“Looks like we did it, partner,” i say to shil her eyes sparkling.

Sparks blurred around us, and with soft bravery, Shiloh leaned in, whispering, “It’s moments like these I think we should… transform. Let’s unite as friends, and maybe even more.”And just like that, amid the foam darts and laughter, me and shiloh shared a gentle kiss, as we pull away for air were both blushing ,but we were happy I was happy

 "Sooo wanna do it again "i ask in hope "how could I say no " shiloh  replies and pulls me in for another kiss and in this moment of sincere affection that echoed against the night, sealing our bond in the chaotic atmosphere of feelings , laughter, and love.

The End.

Word count: 1353🥰   

[shadowycreatormentality]

Black Air and Black Black Lungs

Chapter 2: Prom Queen

"Maybe I should try harder,

You should lower your expectations"

When she discovered the world of Jujutsu sorcery, Yue was amazed. How else would she react to a world where emotions are used for good but to improve one's abilities? This is her dream job.

This is why she idolises Hideyo so much. Even though they are the same age as her (even a few months younger), they make little to no mistakes in their missions. They also constantly protect her, which is always a nice plus.

"Oh, to be in those arms forever~," She thought to herself before being brought back to reality by a jab at her side. Oh yeah, she was sparring with Miwa. 

"Who's the lucky boy, Yu-chan? You were zoning out while blushing for a while?" The swordsman asked with a mischievous look on her face. This only turned Yue's already pink face red.

"I-it's nothing, Miwa-chan."

This only caught the attention of Mai, who is talking to Momo about something related to clothes. "Yu-chan, your face is as pink as your hair. It's no use hiding it now."

"G-guys, it's really not a big deal. It's admiration at most." Yue realized too late that she just gave them more to chew on. The next thing she saw was the three girls getting in her face and asking for details.

"Admiration, huh? Who has my dear junior head over heels for?" Momo continued the teasing with a smug smile on her face.

"F-fine…it's Hideyo."

A long and painful second passed without anyone saying anything.

"HIDEYO?!" Mai exclaimed in shock, "Not that I don't see why you might get into them. It's just that they are the least interested in a relationship. Plus there's whatever they have with Fushiguro-kun. I mean-"

Mai was then elbowed by Momo in a 'hey, stop talking' type of way

"What do you mean by that?"

"Oh, nothing hehe." 

"Come on you two, I literally told you my crush~" Yue pouted making the other three giggle

Miwa decided to save Yue some grace and invited them to her room to hang out to Yue's relief.

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Even before Hideyo walks into Gakuganji's office, they already know what they are here for. It is the main thing they reported about.

That presence they sensed in Osaka was similar to the supposedly deceased Suguru Geto. 

They never believed the curse user died because they were with Ieri the entire day after recovering from a sprained arm. That day was just Shoko disposing of the corpses of fallen sorcerers and healing wounded ones. 

Not a single mention of Suguru Geto was heard that day in the clinic. They would carry that thought to the grave, mainly for Gojo's sake and sanity.

It also doesn't help that the curse user became a taboo topic in Jujutsu society. He was a special-grade Jujutsu sorcerer known for being respectful and kind to everyone he worked with. 

To have him leave Jujutsu High will leave a permanent mark on the school's ever-so-perfect reputation.

"Before you say anything, I will keep my silence. It's better for the both of us, anyways." Hideyo clarified as soon as they opened the doors to his office.

"Good to know we are on the same page, Kurosawa-san." The elder said curtly, "I also would like to inform you that your clan head contacted me. He saw that your combat performance has been plateauing and asked me to relay a message to you." 

Dread began to wear into Hideyo to the point they felt their heart tightening. They still kept up their signature poker face even though it was exhausting keeping it up for the entire day for everyone.

"He said, 'Our clan is known for our intelligence, wit and power. Your current progress is beneath our standards. Ask them to stop wasting time on trivial matters and focus on what is important, our clan's future. Do reflect on his words. You are dismissed, Hideyo Kurosawa."

With a nod, Hideyo stiffly made their way out of the office. When they finally closed the doors, they placed their soundproof headphones on their head and walked to their room.

They stayed silent while walking back to their room. And when they entered, they locked the doors and closed the curtains. They even double-checked in case they forgot.

As soon as they felt everything was in order, they slumped against the wall. The courteous filter is long gone, only a thousand-yard stare. 

"Fuck," Hideyo breathed out as they buried their head in their hands. Everything felt hazy and numb to them like there was a chain wrapped around their neck.

Not knowing what to do, Hideyo picked up their phone to dial him. The only person they could trust with their problems.

“Hello… Megumi, are you free?”

[orangemoonxworks]

KINGDOM HEARTS: DIVERGE, VOL. 0 THE FORETELLERS, PROLOGUE — VI WRITTEN BY: Naude Lucem -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Ava was the youngest of the Foretellers and, despite her young age, she was adept at magic – even being able to cast grand spells. Still, she was naïve. As a Daybreak native, she lived a mostly sheltered life free of any exposure to darkness. It was hard for her to imagine that a calamity such as the darkness scourge existed, even much less that there were realms beyond the skies of Daybreak. In her eyes, things couldn’t have been as bad as they’d seemed. Ava, like many, was spoiled by the light’s grace. However, that gave her the freedom to be her spunky and cheerful self. Her heart was so pure it was infectious, but that’s what drew people to her, and what allowed her to get close to others.

Having received his request the day prior, Ava ventured to the Master’s chamber. When she arrived, he was deeply engrossed in an alchemic experiment. He was unusually silent, which was a rare occurrence. After finishing up his notes, he turned in his chair then slapped his thighs.

“So, you're curious about the Book of Prophecies, right?”

“Huh? Uh, well, maybe. Is that the reason you asked me to come by?”

“Hmm, yes and no. The Book of Prophecies is a golden trove of information. But unfortunately, that's all it is. It can't prevent catastrophes from happening, and it can't change anything. However,” The Master paused for a second, then wagged his index finger. “Knowledge is key. And with enough knowledge, you can do just about anything ‒ even tip the scales of destiny. So, the Book of Prophecies is a must have! Unfortunately, that's what makes it extremely dangerous. In the hands of someone with dark intentions, they can turn our reality upside down.”

“That’s why you keep the Book hidden?”

“Yeah, it's a bummer though. I don't get to read it at all” the Master pouted, palming his cheek. “Just imagine the kinds of juicy secrets that are in there?! So many things to know like, for example, my face under this hood! The Book knows what I look like! If you were curious enough, you could find out just how dashing and drop-dead handsome I am! Who knows, I could be an Adonis under here!”

Ava frowned. “Uh, Master, what you look like doesn't matter.”

“Huh?” The Master replied in a softened and dejected voice. He lowered his head then whimpered while clutching his chest, “My spirit is broken, and my heart is irreparably damaged.”

“I didn't mean it that way. You're our Master, and we value you and your guidance. So...”

The Master lifted his head for a second, then leapt from the chair to his feet, stroking his chin. “Of course, you do!! I mean, I am amazing. Hehe.”

Ava couldn’t help but frown again.

(Didn’t take long for him to snap out of it…)

“Anyway,” the Master continued, looking down at her. “Having limitless knowledge opens the door to infinite possibilities. And who doesn't want that kind of power? In fact, I can think of one group of dastardly creatures that'd absolutely LOVE to get their hands on it. Care to guess who?”

“Hmm…the Darkness?”

“Bingo!” he nearly shouted. “Like I said, whatever the book records will happen. Well, that is, unless someone comes into possession of it and starts throwing everything out of whack. So, in preparation for that eventuality, I have an mission for you and only you.”

“Uh, me?” Ava asked, confusedly pointing to herself.

“Yes. You might be the only hope of keeping the light from expiring.”

“Light expiring? W-What do you mean? And why me??”

“Because you’re like a light that never stops shining.” He said, then placed his hand on her shoulder. “A little candle whose fire never fades even in darkness. And you’ve got a heart stronger than anyone that I’ve ever come across. Who, better than someone like that to carry on the legacy of the light? Hmm?”

“Uh huh. You’re just trying to butter me up, aren’t you?”

The Master chuckled. He tapped her shoulder then took a step back. “More or less. The fact is, is that you’re the only person I can turn to for such a huge undertaking. The others simply aren’t reliable enough. This is something that you, and only you, can do.”

Ava paused for a moment. On the one hand, knowing he’d had that much faith in her made her happy. But on the other hand, the “important mission” he was coaxing her into didn’t inspire much confidence. After all, she had no idea what the “mission” would entail, and she lacked the experience the others had. Still, she could see that he was being sincere. The Master was never one to take serious matters lightly. So, having thought about it, she made up her mind.

“All right, if you say so. What is it that you need me to do?”

“It's simple – forget the notion of unions, find keyblade warriors with potential, and nurture them until they've fully matured ‒ in secret, of course. Then, when the time comes, send them off to another world. They will keep the light alive.”

Ava lowered her head and gripped her robe’s sides. “Are you sure that I’m right person for this?”

The Master gently lifted her head with his hand. “Ava, you're the only person for this. I know you can do it, and I trust you wholeheartedly. If I didn’t have some faith in you, then I wouldn’t have taken you under my wing. So, lighten up. This is your big break.”

“I understand but...you said that the Book falling into the wrong hands is something that could happen. But from the way you’ve been talking, it almost seems like you know something will happen. I-I'm not doubting you or anything! It’s just that…if someone does find the book, then…”

“Let me guess, you want to know what’s inside the Book that’s sooo dangerous, right? Hmm, I guess I could give you a hint. But you have to promise me one thing…” Suddenly, his voice darkened. “Don't get involved in anything going forward – not even squabbles between the others. You hear?”

“O-Okay. I promise.” Ava nodded.

“All right then. Tell me Ava, what is the one thing that people fear the most?”

She thought to herself for a moment. “I guess...the end of life? Or the darkness, maybe?”

“Good choices but no. The answer is rather simple.”

The Master bent down to her level then whispered into the side of her hood.

“It’s the truth.” -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------

[honeybyte]

2, 6, 16, 29, and 38 for the whole gang of new fellas!!! also a and e for you hehe :3c

aaaaa thank you!

2. How easy is it for your chara to laugh?

For Angelo, Jack, and Mama it comes pretty easily. Their whole crew is full of comedy between themselves and it takes very little to get a chuckle out of them. Julia is always grinning but it's a form of hysteria, it's hard to actually get him to laugh bc his brain is always on fire abt smth. Mitch is just. kinda weird if we're honest, he doesn't really emote, altho there may be a reason for that 👀

6. Do they consider laws flexible, or immovable?

For all of them it depends which laws we're talking abt. Political laws are like. not even on their radar, they largely just do what they want. however, laws within the group keep them safe and in order, so those are immovable

16. What makes their stomach turn?

For Mama, anything happening to her kids (the crew) would turn her whole world upside down. For Julia, anything happening to Angelo or Scottie, and for Angelo, anything happening to Julia. For Jack, seeing people in power or w authority abusing those below them. Mitch. again, he's kinda weird and just doesn't much react to anything besides what's going on within the group, so if smth affects one of them he follows the rest in anger. otherwise, he doesn't have an issue with anything he experiences

29. Do they usually live up to their own ideals?

It's hard to say. the whole crew views themselves in a positive light, but idk if anyone can really call bloodthirsty treasure hunting an "ideal". Julia esp doesn't live up to any ideal he might have, largely bc he's got the highest kill count of the crew. he views the rest of the crew in the same positive light, but doesn't give himself any grace

38. What memory do they revisit most often?

P much all of them revisit the memory of how they joined the crew often. Mama remembers finding the twins and watching them grow up. Jack remembers waking up in Mama's lodge, being cared for after collapsing out in the snow. Mitch is often reminded of when he and Julia first met, their fight to the death which ended in a draw. and since the twins were there for all of it, they remember each "finding" when they interact w the rest of the crew. Julia has another memory he revisits, but it's one he doesn't let anyone else in on, and one he tries to keep buried as often as possible. >:)

A. Why are you excited about this character?

I really love evil found families! but i'm such a softie that it's hard for me to keep characters Terrible. this whole crew is a run at me making characters irredeemable, an attempt to actually make Terrible people and keep them Terrible people. that doesn't mean they can't have trauma to make them like that, but it does mean i can't find A Character That Changes Them For The Better. Scottie is a close call but she can't make Julia a better person, and she doesn't know what Julia does when he's out of town. anyway, i'm just excited to work on them as gritty people without finding ways and reasons to turn them soft, i think it'll be good exercise for me

E. Are they someone you would get along with? Would they get along with you?

oh absolutely not. Mama is a maybe but she's the only one that wouldn't outright scare me lol

[no-psi-nan]

Okay it's mean to only pick on Kaido so...

Ways Akechi would entertain himself at the expense of Saiki's friends

Saiki: Actually they're besties so I think Akechi would try to reduce the volume of his own thoughts temporarily to be able to send mental messages at Saiki and hold conversations during class. Saiki allows it because he actually gets good grades and is less likely to talk about boobs.

Kaido: Made a post about this one already. Sorry buddy, but you already exhibit several highly entertaining behaviors and have very poor observational skills. Training you to do this on command is barely unethical considering that you do this all the time at your own expense...

Hairo: Akechi shows up at sports practices to cheerfully suggest water and rest breaks at appropriate intervals. He's trying to find out if he can get the class to unionize against Hairo's extreme athleticism. Hairo hates this but can't actually do anything about it and sulkily hydrates and rests with the others. This is technically a good deed on Akechi's part.

Teruhashi: Offu... Umm... Uh... Well, you see... Ah... Hehe... Ummmm... The thing is... Ahaha...

Toritsuka: He'll provide mean and accurate commentary on what the girls around them currently think of Toritsuka. He'll immediately expose or mess up any attempts at pervert crimes and looms ominously if Toritsuka looks like he might actually try to complain. Toritsuka's only saving grace is that Akechi is likely curious about ghosts and will refrain from bullying him if he's sufficiently entertained by ghost stories and facts. But he'd better not try to invent anything...

Aiura: Akechi reflects light from the window at the crystal ball on her desk in such a way that it flashes light across her face to annoy her. He has to be strategic about it though because if he annoys her enough, she'll go sit on top of his desk and try to explain her powers to him. He can't escape because of his own curiosity but valley girl quantum mechanics hurts his brain.

Kuboyasu: Akechi remembers how he almost got decked in the cafeteria. He'll mostly play it safe. Though if Akechi sees any other punk types causing trouble in what he considers to be his territory, he'll make sure to discreetly bring it up to Kuboyasu's attention and let his natural blood-thirst take its course. Sure, he could tell Saiki, but people who annoy Saiki tend to come back. People who annoy Kuboyasu don't.

Mera: Okay, Mera has enough problems and she's badass as hell. Akechi is impressed by her appetite and go-getter attitude. If he catches wind of one of her employers trying to take advantage of her, he goes Nuclear Karen on their ass.

Chiyo: Honestly she's too easy to mess with. Akechi tends to forget she exists. Though if she's blatantly thirst-stalking, I can see Akechi sidling up and being like "HEY WHAT'RE YOU UP TO, YUMEHARA-SAN?" just to embarrass the hell out of her. She'll try to scold him for it, but by the time she's done panicking about being caught stalking, he'll be long gone and when she brings it up later, he just pretends he has no idea what she's talking about or acts surprised like "wow you were really stalking that guy??".

Saiko: Akechi's never had a direct shot at the oligarchy, so he's going to have a blast now! He likes to drop capitalism #fun-facts like how many of Saiko's luxury goods involve conflict minerals and human rights abuses. He spaces these out enough that Saiko isn't totally bummed out by despair and has time to try to address these things. In between harsh truths, Akechi will probably have fun engaging him in conversation actually, Saiko is pretty fucking funny. He'll also casually drop mentions of Saiko's secret bodyguards or security measures just to establish that he knows everything, all the time. Scares the hell out of Saiko's staff but also he got them all raises so...

Nendo: Nendo perplexes Akechi. Akechi can't understand him and even Saiki doesn't understand him either. He doesn't try to mess with Nendo.

[uwusillygirl]

hi there! (relapse ask anon here)

thank you for your “eye rolling parental advice” and cuddles. i really needed them. it’s always so hard not to dig and shred myself apart when i relapse. and i appreciate you saying that recovery isn’t linear, because in my experience it’s never been that way. i don’t know if it ever will be.

ive read your response a million times. i love it and it feels so real to me. i can see eddie acting his ass off to distract chrissy or pull her out of her mean little head sometimes. eddie (your eddie) in a caretaker role is something so tender and soft. it’s the magic little potion i put under my pillow. can cure me of pretty much anything.

do you have more caretaker eddie headcannons? 💗 thank you

hi!!!

it IS really hard not to beat yourself up in these situations, i totally get that! i think we're sort of socialized/conditioned to be like "we can beat this mental illness/neuroses/issue out of us with sheer discipline and force!!!" but that is simply not the case (nor is it a nice way to live!!!).

when i'm in a bad state and need to pull myself out of it (and am tempted to do so by beating myself up) i try to remind myself that i have never gotten anywhere/magically cured myself by being cruel, so maybe gentleness and grace is the way to get out of this (and often times, it is! but worst case scenario, you're in that rough patch with a lot more love than before)

hehe i'm glad you liked the headcanons! i'm glad you like him, i think my eddie occasionally borders on unreal/out of character just because he's SO good at it lmao, but it's MY fantasy fic and i get to do what i want! i'm gonna write a ridiculously skillful caretaker man!

mmm lemme see what else i've thought of for him... i'd say i definitely see him as a big proponent of like going outside/touching grass/seeing friends to feel better, and chrissy may too be in her head to make plans but eddie's fine making them for them, even if it's just going to a movie with max or something (that SAID, i think he knows that may be overwhelming to chrissy if she's wanting to like curl into a small ball/is feeling physically wrong in her body - in those cases he opts for like giving her a set amount of time to just mope on the couch and then she has to like do something nice for herself, even if it's something of his choosing).

i think he's a shit cook but has a very small selection of things he can cook on the days chrissy feels bad, because he doesn't like the thought of leaving her at home on her own.

also i think what makes him a good caretaker is he doesn't really show his hand much. like he mentally has a bunch of game plans in his back pocket, but he never tells chrissy these exist, so she's sort of on her toes enough to be sufficiently distracted, even if he's just making her dry dishes that he washes or open their beers or whatever.

[the-timeless-founder]

How do they dress?

Why is their name, their name?

What are their ticks?

When is their birthday?

For everyone if that's not a big deal 👀👉🏻👈🏻

Not at all a big deal! I'd love to answer questions for all of my children hehe~ <3 I am so sorry this took sooooo long-

A 100 OC Questions

3. How do they dress?

Saeclus dresses like a figure of authority from the victorian era. Literally. He wears things nobles and aristocrats would wear. Plush garbs with detailings, stylish but muted outfits, and small accessories. I have a whole aesthetic about it here.

Mishiro dresses somewhat freely. More often than not her clothes are strapless and show a little bit of skin. She frequents short dresses, two piece garments, and especially transparent, loose layers of silk over bare skin.

Claire dresses in highclass gowns and dresses. She literally looks like someone who's going to a party in her everyday garment. Even in the Human Realm, if she isn't wearing something elegant and head-spin worthy, what's the damn point?

Amriel dresses like every other boy. He quite literally has little ideas about wardrobe choices, and just wears plain everyday clothes. T-shirts, sometimes jackets, pants and little bits of accessory.

Aphaeleon dresses regally. Like he is a memeber of old Asian royalty. Long robes, fine silks and velvets, crystal hair accessories and small chains around his robes. He looks divine, just as he is supposed to.

9. Why is their name their name?

Saeclus' name loosely means "Master of Time". And it's a play on his future life. His nickname is literally "the Timeless", and he has a deep connection with time. Both in regards to his powers and his aging and lifespan.

Mishiro's japanese name means "the Third White". She is her family's third daughter, and has the palest hair among all of her family and friends. Her other name, Seraphia, is a variant of Seraph, the name of an Archangel.

Claire's name means "bright and famous". It's a play on how she rose to status from practically the lowest ranks of society. Lucrecia is the Spanish variant of Lucretia, meaning "profit and wealth". It's unknown why her mother gave her that name.

Amriel is a variant of Amri, meaning "my command". The reason why he was given this name is because he was taken in by a high ranking family despite being left as an orphan. It was his father's command that saved him grace and life.

Aphaeleon is a combination of Aphae and Leon. Aphae loosely translates to "hurricane" and Leon famously means "lion". Both of these relate to the conditions of Aphaeleon's birth.

22. What are their ticks?

Saeclus has a habit of tilting his head to the side in many situations where he feels a somewhat intense emotion or is quizzical towards something.

Mishiro often presses her lips together when she's troubled, and releases them in a huffing manner.

Claire always has her fingers playing with something, the hem of her sleeve, her lips, her acquaintance's hand.

Amriel often taps his foot repeatedly when his patience is starting to run out.

Aphaeleon has extremely repressed ticks, but one that might be more noticeable is that he tends to look into the distance when in deep thought.

46. When is their birthday?

Saeclus is so old that he doesn't even remember his birthday. I swear, it's been more than ten thousand years since this guy has had a birthday. But since I know, you can also know that he was born on January 11th.

Mishiro was born on September 30th, about two hundred years ago.

Claire's birthday is kept a mystery from everyone by herself. To be frank, she herself doesn't know the exact date of her birth. She suspects it was a date between January 23rd to February 3rd.

Amriel was born on a March 27th more than five hundred years ago. Or at least, that's what he has been told his whole life.

Aphaeleon doesn't particularly care to remember his birthday, but he knows that he was born in late August. The actual date is August 25th.

[that-was-anticlimactic]

behold the beauty of nature: elbdtd chapter two

ft. toph making an entrance, zuko being an oblivious child, and sokka overthinking (really, what’s new?)

specific chapter warnings: some body horror, small amounts of blood on petals, speculation of an eating disorder, slight suicidal thoughts (but not outright suicidal, if that makes sense?)

every lovely bloom designed to defend

“The way Zuko was running to greet him was a breath of fresh air—it was the rays of sun on a gloomy day, the rainbow after the rain.

That joy and that vulnerability that came along with being a human person is part of what made Zuko so beautiful, it’s what made him shine and light up the room, what made his heart beat faster.

… it’s what made the vines in Sokka’s body crawl, what made his stomach writhe in pain as they continued to grow.

The very person who gave him life, who made him feel alive, was the same person sucking the life out of him.”

[or, zukka hanahaki au]

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written for the @atla18bigbang !!!

nine chapters—55k+ words

rating: teen and up

updates: every wednesday :)

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my lovely beta: @raininginthestreets

the wonderful artist: @lilihasalife

fantastic podficcer: @the-boys-from-ba-sing-se

art: x // podfic: chapter one

[dreamii-yume]

Hi! ¿Could I order a one shot yandere from Azul with Ariel? (Or you can put s / n hehe. The one that is most comfortable foto You ewe) I always wondered how Azul would be with her Childhood love (Ariel protected him from teasing but she doesn't know him very much) when he found out that she fell in love with a human (Eric). Sorry I like ti see the world burn 7v7. Greetings! :D and sorry for My horrible english TwT

“She doesn’t know him very much” Yup, I definitely fucked this request up, didn’t I? I was just writing and I realized I was straying away from the original request Σ੧(❛□❛✿) But I was too lazy to start over so, sorry about this Anon~! (´；Д；`)

Damn, this was a very interesting request! I had fun writing this!

♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎

 Azul’s Darling had always been there for him since they were children! Protecting him from bullies when he could not and encouraging him in his darkest times. Azul could not ask for better blessing such as his Darling! However, Darling was a mermaid who had always been fascinated by the land. But this time, she got a bit too curious and had fallen so blindly in love with a mere human! It seems that Azul has to teach her the hard way of what it means to face one’s consequences.

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“Ow!”

Azul heard the annoying voice of one merchild cried out. He and other merchildren all gathered around his pot again, having nothing else but to take pleasure in teasing and insulting him. Azul looked up with teary eyes, proof that he had been holding back his tears all this time. The merchild rubbed his head, trying to ease the pain coming from it. Azul looked down and saw a seashell, someone seemed to have thrown this at him, though forgive Azul for not feeling a single bit of sympathy for the merchild.

“Who was that!? That really hurts, you know!”

Everyone looked around trying to find the culprit, Azul did too, curious of the events unfolding. However, instead of showing themselves, many more seashells have come raining down upon them. Azul hid down his pot, as he did not want to get hit, leaving the group of merchildren panicking on how they’re going to defend against the attack. Though, peeking from the pot, Azul’s once teary eyes sparkled in amusement as the bullies he hated so much was now pathetically squirming in front of him. It made him want to laugh but he managed to restrain himself.

“Let’s get out of here! Azul must have done something using one of his disgusting tentacles!”

Azul narrowed his eyebrows, irritated at the fact that these merchildren even has the nerve to pick the blame on him. Well, even if he was at fault, they should’ve seen it coming. And so, they swam away with their long tails, retreating cowardly for a mere rain of seashells. Serves them right for being such bullies, Azul sincerely hopes they get at least a little bit injured. Morbid thought for a child, but who can blame him?

Azul looked around, his place that was once so empty and clean was now covered in seashells. He sighed, though the culprit had driven his bullies away, they certainly created quite a mess. He was thankful that the shells were somehow beautiful to look at, or else, he would’ve been the one to get seriously in trouble for littering. Speaking of the culprit, he never actually saw anyone that could’ve done the deed. Just in time with his line of thoughts, Azul heard a mischievous giggle from behind him.

“Hehe! My plan worked!”

Azul blinked, taking the time to study this particular merchild who was clearly unfamiliar to him. Her tail shone a beautiful shade of color as the sway back in forth in the water, she wore intriguing accessories from her wrist and fingers, her hair was flowing gracefully from every slight movements, and her skin looked very smooth and youthful. Most importantly, Azul couldn’t help but gaze on her face as she laughed, thinking of how adorable her smile was. He didn’t say anything to her though, and just waited until she calmed her laughter, silently admiring her figure not too far from himself. Once she regained her normal breathing, she instantly freezes up when she noticed that Azul was looking at her.

She flushed red in embarrassment and scratched the back of her neck, feeling silly. “Ah, I guess someone still saw me…My bad!” She said, nonchalantly and began to swim towards him. Azul quickly tensed up and backed away, his guard was up in an instant. “Hey, are you okay? I heard those kids saying some pretty mean things to you so, I thought of stepping in.”

“Well, I ended up not showing myself anyway…” She laughed, her voice was sweet and somehow enchanting to hear.

But Azul still kept his guard up on her, he wasn’t going to risk a way for this mermaid to be all friendly with him. For all he knows, she could be as crude as her species. Azul followed her with his eyes as she swam to grab one beautiful seashell. “My plan was just to scare them; these seashells don’t hurt much anyway...” She said and looked at him with an apologetic look. “I realized that I might’ve included you in my prank. Were you hit? I’m sorry.”

Azul sink deeper into his pot as if he wanted to disappear from her presence, or at least wanted her to just leave him be. However, being the curious child she is, she went closer to him about to ask more questions until she got a good look at him. “Hm? Huh?” She blinked, looking down at one squishy limb of his. “Tentacles...?”

She soon realized what she was looking at and widened her eyes, letting out a loud and dramatic gasp. “Ah! You’re a Cecaelia!” Azul flinched at her voice as he grits his teeth in irritation. It was a reaction that he expected from people who doesn’t know him. If she end up following the same pattern, he knew that this mermaid would end up joining his bullies for the fun of it, ultimately leaving him all alone when they get bored.

However, this strange mermaid curiously swam all around him, trying to take a closer look in his anatomy. “Wow~! Amazing! You’re a real cecaelia! Like the Benevolent Sea Witch from the Great Seven! It’s my first time seeing one!” She cheered, her eyes sparkling, her observation was making Azul feel self-consious even more. Then, she faces him, looking directly at his eyes. “Hey, can you move all tentacles at once? Can I touch one of them? What’s your name?”

Azul’s face flushed as he felt overwhelmed by her presence and never-ending questions that he resorted into pushing her away. “W-What do you want!?” He yelled, backing away as far as possible. The mermaid stumbled a little before noticing his scared, teary eyes. “Why did you come here for!? Tell me so you can go away already!”

The mermaid tilted her head to the side, blinking in confusion. “...What do you mean?” She said.

“You drove those bullies away because you expected to be rewarded, right? Just tell me what you want and leave me alone!” Azul yelled, aggressively as his reasoning only made the mermaid raised her eyebrow in confusion.

“Eeh? Rewarded? I’m not really...” She trailed off, putting a hand on her mouth, thinking of what she’s going to say next. She then snapped her fingers as an idea came lighting itself on her head. She swam close to him again but this time, she made sure to keep a safe distance as to not bother his personal space again. “Reward, huh? Then...”

“Be my friend!”

Azul blinked, his mind processing what the eccentric mermaid has said. “...Excuse me?” Azul muttered, tilting his head to the side. Was that all she wants? To be a mere acquaintance of his? A simple form of friendship and nothing else? No, there must be some kind of trick to this!

“A friend! I want to be your friend! And if you’re asking for what kind of reward I want, then I want you to become my friend! It’s as simple as that!” You cheerfully explained, Azul’s over critical mindset was contrasting with your idealistic point of view.

“T-That’s it? If I were you, I would’ve taken advantage of this, you know.” Azul warned her, his face not understanding her intentions at all. “You’re not going to ask me to do your homework for you? Make a certain type of potion? A spell? Anything else?”

The mermaid looked at him as if he was crazy. “Wha-!? No, of course not! What kind of life we’re you living up until now...” She said, sweat dropping, feeling kind of bad for the state of Azul’s mind. Then, she went closer to him, thankfully, the cecaelia didn’t move away like before. She then gently took Azul’s squishy hands onto hers, the boy taking note of how soft it felt around his. “Let’s start again, what’s your name, Cecaelia-kun?”

Azul stayed silent for a while, at first, he never had any intention of saying his name to a stranger but looking deep into her eyes, she was mesmerizing. She holds great kindness and patience in those eyes, it was very compelling. “...A-Azul.” He muttered but loud enough for the mermaid to hear. “Azul Ashengrotto.”

This made the mermaid smile, an adorable, happy smile. Azul could feel his heart beat faster than normal as his face flushed red. He wondered if he was about catch a cold soon. “Nice to meet you, Azul-kun~! I’m (Y/N).” She introduced herself, hands still in hers. “Let’s be friends!”

This was how this particular day had set a personal space on Azul’s heart, mind, and soul. A special day that he recognizes soon in his life. The first time he properly interacted with a genuinely kind and beautiful mermaid. The first time someone so warm held his hand and not being disgusted on how cold it was. Yes, this was truly the day the was more important to Azul than any other holiday in his life.

It was the day he met you.

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Ever since that fateful day, Azul was automatically attracted to you. He found your request to be ridiculous, all because he couldn’t understand why, and he wasn’t planning to take it seriously. However, he soon found himself taking on that exact role. Your personality was probably what interested him to bear with you, so cheerful yet so graceful. Before he knew it, he was having fun bonding with you and learning all sorts of stuff about you.

On that same day you met him, you had recently moved to Coral Sea, thus the reason why Azul has not seen you before. He found out that you grew up in a strict, yet loving family, that alone was enough to explain to him the practiced elegance in your form. You were the youngest out of your sisters whose names he didn’t bother to remember, you were the most interesting out of the siblings anyway. However, there was one little quirk about you that Azul did find strange. Something that he usually wouldn’t expect a resident in the bottom of the sea to have.

It was your extreme fascination above the sea, in the land, where humans reside.

When such topic starts, Azul has to live through that dreamy look on your face, fantasizing what it’s like to be on the land. You could talk for hours on end about the humans’ inventions, despite the fact that Azul thought that the deep ocean already has their own versions of that said item. However, he did dismiss your fascination as a simple, child-like addiction you have, nothing to really worry about. Instead, on times like these, Azul would pretend to listen but in truth, he was just quietly listening to your enchanting voice, not your actual words. Though, he wishes that you could talk just as much about him rather than worshipping some creature who could walk on two legs.

As time pass, the two of you grew closer and closer, your bonds deepen with every interaction. Little did you know that not only does your friendship grows, but also Azul’s undying and desperate love for you, slowly twisting into that of an obsession. Even when the Leech Brothers came in, he could not think of them more than mere acquaintances, you still remained to be the most important in his heart. Azul strived to be better just for you, who have done a lot for him, helping him gain back the confidence he once lost. He worked hard in sports, erasing his overweight self and mastered the art of studying and making high quality potions like the infamous Sea Witch.

Azul strived to become the better version of himself just for you.

Of course, Azul became insanely overprotective of you as time goes on. Once he developed his unique magic, he targeted any mermen who dares to make a move on you and trap them into one of his contracts, with knowledge of their weakness in mind. You would wonder why that one merman in your school had suddenly traded their long and fast tail just for a silky flock of blonde hair. Azul would only shrug whenever you would ask why they would make such a deal with him, saying it’s a confidential thing. You would never suspect him at playing quite unfairly with his deals at all, he was just doing his job with Floyd and Jade chuckling mischievously in background.

You did not have to know. After all, everything he had done has been for you.

Not too long later, Azul and the Leech Brothers had received their invitation to the prestigious school, Night Raven College. They were to be sent out by the ebony carriage anytime soon and Azul would not forget how cute and salty your face looked.

“How nice~! I’m so jealous!” You puffed your cheek as Azul merely raised an amused eyebrow at her behavior. “Night Raven College...You, Floyd, and Jade get to go on land and have legs!”

“Azul~! Take me with you~!”

Azul chuckled at her and pat her head, easing her pouting self. “You know I can’t do that. Night Raven College is an all-boys school and only chosen students with a high affiliation with magic gets to attend such school.” He explained, calmly but your disappointed pout would not leave your face. Azul thought it was adorable, if only he has a camera that could treasure that look on your face. “How about this? I’ll come visit during spring break and I’ll make sure to bring you some land items that will surely intrigue you.”

With those simple words, your eyes sparkled and your mood changes almost immediately. Azul really knows how to bring you back up. “Really!? You’ll do that for me!?” You exclaimed, excitedly.

“Of course, anything for you, my dear.” Azul smiled at you, watching as you cheered, going back to your usual self. You then wrapped your arms around his waist as a sign of appreciation. Azul had to physically resist himself not to just stuff you in his luggage to bring you wherever he goes.

“Thank you, Azul! I’ll be waiting for you always!” You said, looking up at him with shining eyes. “I’ll miss you.”

Azul leaned down on you and gently kissed you on the forehead, a daring move but you weren’t one to misunderstood such gesture. You thought it was normal move for best friends as close as the two of you are. Unknown to you however, Azul wished desperately that it was your lips that he could smooch on and not just restrain himself on your forehead.

“I’ll miss you too, (Y/N). Take care of yourself.”

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Azul had always looked forward to spring break just to see you again rather than his family. He wished he could come home during winter break too, but just as Floyd states, it is a very troublesome task to do so. His first time going home during spring break last year, he was blessed from seeing you so happy and swimming around him. He gave you his promised items, watching on how you curiously examine each one of them. He wanted to laugh as they were just simple, everyday items from the land but he made sure to never give you any low-quality ones. Heavens, he would never dare give you anything low of worth, you deserved the best of everything after all.

This year too, Azul was very eager to come home, he made sure to finish all his homework before going out. He wanted to spend the whole spring break with you after all, he didn’t want something as bothersome as homework get in between that time. Azul may look calm as he stood in front of the dark mirror that would take him back to Coral Sea but the Leech Brothers behind him only chuckled as they know exactly how utterly excited he was on the inside. He gripped his luggage tighter, full of the land items he promised to bring you. He couldn’t wait to see how happy you would look this time.

Arriving at Coral Sea along with the twins, his predictions had been on point once again as he was the first person he saw. “Azul! Floyd! Jade!” You exclaimed with a smile on your face as you swam towards them. Floyd and Jade gave their own way of greeting her, Jade being polite while Floyd is the complete opposite. Finally, you turned to him and Azul had already prepared for the usual hug you would give him every time he would come home.

But there was none this time.

Azul blinked, a smile still remained on his face to mask his confusion as you merely swam towards him, waving and smiling. “Welcome back, Azul! How’s the dorm head life so far?” You greeted. “I heard you opened up a restaurant? As expected of Azul!”

It delayed Azul half a second to answer before giving her the proper response, save for the little stutter he made at the first word. He was a bit disappointed that she didn’t tackle him into an embrace like last time, it even feels like her excitement had really gone down. This made Azul suspicious for sure, was she not happy to see him or...?

There was definitely something wrong.

If Azul hadn’t been suspicious before, the fact that you only smiled at the land items he got you was surely something that can raised someone’s attention. He wasn’t the only one too, Floyd and Jade felt the same but they chose not to speak about it. “Ah...I’ve heard one of these! I never thought I’ll ever see one...” You said with less excitement in your voice, causing Azul an even greater worry. What happened while he was away, he wonders. Does he have any business he has to take care of for you?

It was only after three days that Azul began to notice your actions were not corresponding with your past self. You seemed to be almost in a daze when you’re on your own and in some days that you were not, it feels like you were hesitating to talk to him. Azul wanted to ask you personally on what was bothering you but he didn’t want to pry too much. He wanted to wait for you to talk to him yourself, was there anything he could do for you? Azul had always been patient with you and this time as well, he shall wait for you to speak up.

Then, the time finally happened.

“A-Azul...” You called, Azul instantly knew that you were finally going to confess what you have in your mind this past few days. Azul looked at you with a smile, a smile that he made so innocent just for you. The Leech Twins were in the same room as well, but you seem to not mind having them listening. Perhaps it was the fact that you’ve known them along with Azul and that they don’t care much for any secret you might have.

“Yes, (Y/N)?” He asked, delighted that you were finally speaking up to him.

Azul noticed how you gulped as a final evidence of hesitation. You looked up at him. “You...Can do anything, right?” You said, your eyes now looking serious like you just finally accepted your fate.

Azul raised an eyebrow. “Well...I wouldn’t say anything unfortunately...Just things possible to do by my hands so I prefer the term, mostly anything.” He corrected, observing as how your mood changes depending on what he says. “Why? Is there anything you want?”

You fidgeted for a while before finally opening your mouth, Azul noticed your tail swinging a bit too much today. “...Legs. A pair of legs to take me up the surface!” You said with a determined look on your face. “I want to make a deal with you, Azul!”

Now that caught Azul’s attention, even the Leech brothers were quite shock at your sudden request. Was this the day Azul had been looking forward to? The deal that bounds you forever with him if you happen to fail? However, his darling (Y/N) wanted to go to the land, isn’t that a bit dangerous for a mermaid who had been swimming on the bottom of the ocean for all her life? Azul narrowed his look at her, showing his distaste for her plan as he cleared his throat.

“I know you’ve been fascinated by the land ever since we were children but...I didn’t think you would go as far as change a part of you for such thing.” Azul said, his voice was laced with disappointment that it made you flinch. “But do tell me (Y/N), why now? Out of all the times you could’ve done before?”

To his surprise, your cheeks flushed and a heartwarming smile appeared in your face. “...Because I found him.” You timidly whispered as you put on a dreamy expression. “A guy that I love!”

Azul froze, his hands almost dropped what they were holding as in that moment, he felt something in him broke. He slowly looked up at her with a dangerous look on his dilated pupils that unfortunately went unnoticed as you were sucked in on your own dream world. “Pardon...?” He quietly muttered, his voice trying to calm themselves upon hearing the words that he thought his darling would never say. Floyd and Jade immediately recognized the change of atmosphere in the room but not you. “What...did you say?”

“A guy, Azul! A human! He visited Coral Sea just a few weeks ago with a use of a water-breathing potion!” You enthusiastically told him, it was as if you were holding these words back all this time, thus the reason why your energy felt overwhelming. This was the (Y/N) that Azul knew, eccentric and happy, but the cause of this is definitely not what he wants. “He got lost so I helped him and we ended up hanging out! I can’t believe how good-looking and nice he was! Just like a prince from a fairytale!”

With every compliment this unknown guy gets from you, Azul could feel himself so close to snapping. Good-looking? Nice? You have horrible taste, not to mention the possibility of those traits being a mere facade! It disgusts him to no end that this guy was even coming out of your own mouth. “He taught me a lot of things about the land, some of which I’ve never known about!” You continued and Azul had to seriously restrain himself from slamming his hand on your mouth to stop you from talking. “This must be fate, Azul! Like what the little mermaid must’ve felt when she met the human prince!”

“That’s why, I want to have a pair of legs and go to the land! I want to meet him again!” You went closer to Azul, your eyes begging him to answer her plea. “Please, Azul! I know I’m being selfish but I swear this is a one-time thing! I’m never going to ask for anything like this anymore!”

“Make me a part of that world, Azul!”

Azul looked down at you as you gripped his sleeves with a desperate look on your eyes. How frustrating, if only you were this desperate for him like he was to you, maybe things would’ve gone a lot more smoothly. His eyes glared at your expression behind those glasses of his before sighing. “...Three days.” He said, holding up three fingers in front of your face. You blinked up at him, wondering what he meant. “I’ll give you legs and even take you to the land. I’ll even go as far as let you live in my dorm during all of that.”

Before you can cheer in victory, Azul continued, not giving you a chance to even let out a single word. “If you truly believe that you and that guy are destined together, then I’ll use that as your condition.” Azul said, his eyes cold and dark. “After you sign my contract, I will give you three days to make this human fall in love with you and seal it a kiss.”

“Only then will I give you the ability to change from a mermaid and a human anytime you want.”

“T-Three days...!?” You widened your eyes at the outrageous condition. “T-That’s...!”

“Impossible? But (Y/N), don’t you remember?” Azul smirked as he gave you a close-eyed smile but it looks so sinister from your sight. “The little mermaid was in the same position as you are and the benevolent sea witch was gracious enough to give her the same condition. In the end, she did succeed on achieving the life she wanted, correct?”

You pursed your lips together, thinking about what he just said. “If this was truly fate like you said then I do believe that you can do what the little mermaid had done.” Azul said, his voice cunning and manipulative. “After hearing all of that, do you still think three days are impossible?”

You looked down and slowly shook your head. “...No.” You said and looked up at him, this time with a determined smile. “I can do it!”

“Such determination, a trait that I personally liked about you.” Azul praised, keeping his eyes close as to not show how much evil he was plotting inside his head.

“I’ll have you know that just because you are a precious friend of mine, you are not going to special treatment from me.” He said, his lips smiling so cruelly. “Favoritism is not good for business, after all. You’ll have to pay the usual fee.”

“It’s fine! I’ll pay! Whatever it is, I’ll give it to you! Anything!” You desperately nodded your head, ready to take any risk. Azul smirk got wider.

“Then, I’ll take your voice.” He said. “I’ll have to take your voice as compensation for your request.”

You widened your eyes and wondered on why Azul would’ve wanted such a specific request. Your voice was not the most beautiful in the ocean, so why? Sure, it would’ve be harder for you to clear the task without a voice, but sometimes love needs no words, right? You decided to not get swayed by any form of hesitation in your mind this time and nodded. “I’ll accept that.” You said, brimming with confidence.

Azul looked delighted by your choice as always before opening his eyes, ready to kill your short-lived happiness. “Finally, one last thing.” He said. “You do know what will happen should you fail this contract, yes?”

You froze as you almost forgot about that part, but you mentally prepared yourself. This is where Azul took a deep breath and chuckled, everything was going rather smoothly for such a deal with an overwhelming amount of risks. “You’ve been my close friend for a long time now, haven’t you?” He said as he leaned close to your face, just inches away. You gulped as a chill went up your spine, somehow this was akin to that of making a deal with a devil rather than a sea witch. “I’m sure you’ve already known by now what kind of consequence I tell of my clients once they fail.”

You backed away from him, a wary look on your face. “...Being bounded to you forever...Right?” You said but shook your head, recklessly dismissing it. “...I’ll take it! I can definitely make my prince fall in love with me within three days and without my voice! If not, I can be your slave or whatever!”

Azul chuckled, patting your head like he usually does back then. “Then, I’ll look forward working with you, (Y/N).” He said as Floyd and Jade smirked in background, the two of them were already intelligent enough to know what their dorm head was planning. “Make sure that you won’t have to regret this deal, yes?”

It’s time for you to know the true nature of a sea witch.

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Continue with the spice~?

I feel like I’m going to jinx myself again once I set another deadline for myself but I was born to suffer so the estimated date of release of the next request is on June 23

[championrevali]

You said you were looking for writing prompts so how about a reverse AU type of thing where Prince Link enters a Rito archery competition disguised as a Rito (in a rito mask because the King doesn't want him fighting or competing so he does it in secret) and beats Revali (by one point) before disappearing. Now Revali is obsessed with finding out the identity of the Rito who beat him because he may or may not want to settle the score (ie court him.)

Oml I love this so much. I kinda deviated from the og idea a little bit just to work with what was going on in my head. I hope it’s okay. Also thank you to my Revalink discord friends for helping me some ideas for how to link (hehe, link) scenes, i was mega stuck for a hot minute.

I decided to split this into two parts.

(low key should I put this on Ao3?)

Italics is sign language

Word count: 1595

Ship: Revalink, Revali/Link

"Are you sure this will work?" Link asked, surveying the merchants many elixirs.

"Positive! I've tested them me'self. That elixir there will turn you into a Rito. Twenty four hours guaranteed."

Nodding, Link dropped a bag of rupees onto the counter. "I'll take five."

The merchant grinned, inspecting his new riches. "Pleasure doing business with you young man."

Link pocketed the elixirs, and hopped up onto his rented horse. The steed pulled against the reigns willfully, and Link wished Epona wasn't as recognizable as she was.

It wasnt hard to miss his royal steed, and if he had brought her he would be caught for sure.

No, he couldn't be caught. He needed to know whether his nightly training was worth it. He needed to know if he could beat the greatest archers in Hyrule.

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Seeing the tall rocky formation from the stable was a great relief to the prince, as the long ride had tired him out. He dropped his horse off, and walked to a nearby pond. He squeezed his eyes shut and drank the elixir.

He probably shouldnt have been as shocked as he was when he looked at his reflection. Golden feathers speckled with light blue covered his whole body. Lifting his hand- or his wing to his light blue beak, he opened and closed his mouth in amazement.

Backing away from the pond, he stumbled a bit on his taloned feet. "How do Ritos walk like this?" Link thought, as he started his way to the village.

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The older inspected the small boy up and down. "You're quite small to he in an archery competition... are you sure you can even pull back the string?"

Links feathers puffed up, embarrassed. "Yes I can..."

The Rito laughed. "Whatever you sat kid... What's your name?"

"Link." He said without thinking.

"Ah... same name as the pretty boy prince of Hyrule huh? Not exactly a common name is it?"

Link hesitated. "Right.".

The Rito waved him past the check in, towards the range. "Good luck."

Sighing, releaved, Link went over to pick out a bow. The range supplied bows so that no ones would have an opportunity to cheat.

"These are worthless pieces of crap" a voice announced near Link.

Turning to see who had spoken, Link saw a dark blue Rito, inspecting the bows.

"My bow is far superior to any of these... used bows..." the words dripped from the dark blue Rito's mouth as if he was talking about some muck on the bottom of his shoe.

"Isn't that the point though? That we all have the same quality bows?" Link inquired, curious as to why this Rito found used bows so repulsive.

"Tsk, and I suppose you also believe that it's not about winning it's about having fun." Sarcasm leaked from every word.

Link flushed, choosing to just pick up a bow and walk away. As he walked away he could feel the blue feathered Ritos eyes burning a hole in his back.

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Link lined up with the other Rito, feeling utterly dwarfed by their height. He somehow kept his julian height, and was at least a head shorter than most others around him.

The blue Rito he'd ran into before was a few spaces away from him, also looking quite short next to his competitors.

The older Rito he'd talked to earlier stepped in front of the lineup. "The rules are simple. Furthest away from the target is eliminated. Missing the target is automatic disqualification, as is cheating. Good luck."

Taking a deep breath, Link adjusted his stance. This would be where he found out whether all of his training in secret was worth it.

Adjusting his stance, Link lifted the bow. It was heavier than he was used to, but his feathers seemed better adjusted to hold the weight. He pulled back the string, and let the arrow fly.

His arrow slammed in the second outer circle. Link smiled, proud that he was still in the competition.

"Tsk." Link heard to the left of him. That Rito he'd talked to earlier was looking at his target with distaste.

He had hit in the center circle, closer to a bullseye than any of the other targets. Yet he looks disappointed.

"Oh c'mon Revali, you'll get it next time." Teased the Rito next to him.

Link looked away, this Rito was too cocky for Link's taste. He nocked an arrow, preparing for the next round.

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Round after round passed, Link becoming more and more comfortable with each arrow.

At last, he and one final Rito, Revali, were the only two left standing. The Rito shot him an overexaggerated, unimpressed look.

"Well I suppose we should just pack it up now... I can't imagine this will be too difficult."

Link clenched his jaw in annoyance.

"Nothing to say oh short one? Very well then." Revali turned back towards the target, tugging on the bow string lightly.

Link shook his head, turning back to the targets as well. He wouldn't let this overconfident Rito ruin this. He took a deep breath, pulling back the string.

Thunk

The echo of an arrow slamming into a tree. But it wasn't Link's arrow.

Revali was staring in shock at his arrow, stuck firmly in a tree a few feet away from his target. Link's own arrow was planted less than an inch from the center.

He had won.

"No! That was a mistake, I demand a redo!" Revali insisted, feathers fluffed up in annoyance. It might have looked cute if Link didn't know it was him the Rito was angry at.

"Revali you missed... meaning you lose... just accept it." A Ritos voice popped up from the side.

Shooting a glare that could kill, Revali slammed the bow back into the stand, and took off in the direction of the village. 

After a moment of awkward silence, Link was crowded in a large mass of Rito congratulating him. He tensed, not used to having to being so crowded. Life in the castle was mostly him doing his duty of preparing to be king someday. His assigned knight and best friend Zelda and his father were the only company he was used to having.

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Revali POV

Landing in the flight range, Revali cursed under his breath. "Those ridiculous bows... they're not the right adjustments... it's their fault."

He supposed the small Rito was a good opponent. Certainly was interesting compared to the usual supposed competition he crushed.

The way he held the bow was interesting as well, it resembled the bow hold of a Hylian. Perhaps he grew up near a Hylian settlement. Though that was highly unlikely. Not many Rito strayed from the village that they grew up in. Many would leave the roost and travel for a few years, but they most always returned to the village to let their family grow. 

Revali smiled as an idea came over him. “Perhaps I could convince him to a rematch. Certainly he wouldn’t want anyone questioning the legitimacy of his win.”

Climbing into his hammock, Revali was satisfied that this would solidify his win, and prove that he was still the greatest archer the Rito had ever seen.

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The village the next morning was buzzing with news that the great Revali had finally met his match. It took everything in him not to stop and tell the gossipers the truth, that the yellow Rito’s win was nothing but a fluke on the fault of his bow. 

He took a deep breath and steeled himself. Find the Rito first, then prove that it was a mistake. 

“Would you happen to know where that Rito would be? I would like to apologize for my outburst yesterday.” Revali lied through his beak.

“You just missed him.” The gossiper said, looking at him with- Oh dear Hylia that better not be pity he saw in her face. “The lad checked out of the inn not an hour ago, walked in the direction of the stable.”

Nodding, the blue Rito climbed up to one of the landing decks, and flew in the direction of the stable. Surely he would be able to catch his competitor before he got too far away. After all, not all birds had his gale. 

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Revali was frustrated. Not only was his competitor not at the stable. But no one had actually seen him leave the stable. The only thing to go by was that apparently his name was Link.

The last sighting of him was when he arrived at the Rito stable, yet no one had seen him leave.

Eventually Revali gave up. Moved on, he claimed. If anyone asked, he would deny that thoughts of the mysterious archer graced his thoughts every day.

And it was definitely because revali was angry about his mess up, not because he wanted to know how soft the others feathers were. It definitely wasn't because he was attractive. No, definitely not.

Shakes head head, Revali turned over in his hammock. It did no good to lose sleep over someone hed never see again.

But here he was, the day before he was to depart for Hyrule castle, thinking about that elusive Rito.

As the winner of first place seemed to be long gone, Revali was supposed to show off his skills to the royalty in Hyrule castle for winning second place. Perhaps king would be impressed and offer him a place in the castle.

Who was he kidding, of course the king would be impressed, he was the great Revali after all.

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Cont. In part 2!

If yall enjoyed this and wanna be tagged for part 2, lemme know in the comments.

Thank you for this prompt kasaru_chan! I had so much fun writing it, sorry again that it took so long

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@kasaru-chan @silvershadowdragon39 @imofficialbabyuwu

[purplebass]

Jessamine can see jesse? I don't have the book right now so I'm not sure, but when she doesn't want to leave lucie alone with a boy and jesse says 'I'm a ghost', is it because she sees him or did she just guess it because lucie was talking 'alone'? If she can see him I don't know what I would made of this information but maybe it can means something

Hello anon! Since Jessamine is a ghost, she should be able to see other ghosts. 🤔 And Jesse was a very visible ghost, to the point that Lucie could touch him until he gave away his last breath to James. James and Will couldn’t see Jesse but other ghosts shouldn’t have this problem.

This is from Chapter 17 of CoG (which I think it’s the part you’re referring to):

“Jesse?” He materialized at the foot of the bed, in the same black trousers and shirtsleeves he always wore. His eyes were green and very serious. “I am here.” Lucie looked up at Jessamine. “Could I have a moment to speak with Jesse alone?” “Alone?” Jessamine looked horrified. “But he’s a gentleman. In your bedroom.” “I am a ghost,” said Jesse dryly. “What is it exactly you imagine I might do?” “Please, Jessamine,” said Lucie. Jessamine sniffed. “Never in my day!” she announced, and vanished in a swirl of petticoats.

So it appears that Jessamine can see that Jesse is a gentleman hehe

I also think this is important. Jessamine is a resident ghost and she also protects the inhabitants of the Institute. There’s also a part where Lucie, James, Cordelia and Matthew speak to Jessamine and they ask whether ghosts can lie. I feel like Lucie will be entangled in something stronger than her in COI because she’ll be lied to by someone who promises her something she wants (like reviving Jesse). Maybe she’ll make a pact with someone powerful in order to do that, since she still doesn’t know the extent of her powers and she may not be able to perform necromancy to cast such a spell. Let’s not forget that to revive a corpse usually someone else needs to die - because nature needs balance. You can’t revive someone without paying the price for it. 

What if Lucie also turns into a ghost at some point? But it’s part due to her powers and part due to a pact she made? And Jessamine may be the one who can tell her family about this because what she did may have put her in grave danger. She could also become a ghost like Jesse at the end of COG and not even James and Will would be able to see her (just like James can’t see Jesse). Jesse could come look for Jessamine to tell her and seek for help, after all, since they are both ghosts and he knows that aside from Grace and Tatiana, no one can see him. This could be too extreme, but I’m thinking about the COI spot that was shown for the cover reveal and it talks about someone betraying someone else for the first time... “You never forget your first betrayal” or something. I think that person is Lucie (although it could apply to most of the characters). We know she will lie to her family and friends about Jesse. She is already lying by omission about Jesse’s existence, and when everyone knows what she tried to do (like I said, more likely after she did something which may have bad consequences and she needs other people’s help) they will feel hurt because she didn’t tell them but they will understand, and they will try to help her any way they can. 

Thanks for the ask! 🌻

[etlunainmorte]

✒ P.S. I Love You ✒

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VII

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"If there are any spirits here, say HHHOOOEEE!" Nico wailed as she tried once more to communicate with the Lancaster mansion ghost. She was holding up the voice recorder she invented just for V's paranormal mission in great hopes of picking up any sounds from beyond the grave.

"As if they will answer to that!" Griffon, who was perched on top of one of the Grecian statues, mocked. "Are ya even sure that will work?"

"Yes, I' am!" Nico shrieked at the Demonic bird, almost making him fall off the statue in surprise. "Any questions, little chicken?"

"SQUAWK!"

"If you are to do that, then you might as well do it on the second floor." V suggested as he leaned on his cane, observing her actions from a safe distance. "Maybe you'll be able to,... record something."

Just a few moments ago, his familiars showed him a single photograph they found stuck in the stool facing the grand piano. It looked like a stolen photograph of (Y/N) concealing her smile behind her fan as she offered her hand to a dark - haired gentleman whose face V could not see. And when he flipped it,...

"Do you think I should go up there, though?" Nico asked V, rubbing her arms up and down as she suddenly felt goosebumps on her skin. "The ghost might kill me up there!"

"Well, ye wanna hear ghosts on that thing, yeah? Then, go to the source and get yerself killed!" And Griffon was right.

"Say that again and I'LL COOK YOU IN A STEEL POT!"

"SQUAWK!"

V made his way through all the wires cluttered on the floor and handed Nico the photograph the familiars found. Nico stopped plucking Griffon's feathers, let him go, and pushed the rim of her glasses up her nose bridge. She, then, took the photograph and studied it, herself.

"This looked, like, super old." The tattooed woman muttered as she took a good long look at the photograph.

"Turn it." The poet told her. And as she did so, she finally saw the messages written at the back of it.

May 11, 1898

The Angels bow down to your grace and beauty, my Evening Star.

And I will forever be your humble servant.

~ V ~

"V?!" Nico practically shrieked in shock. "Is that - " she flipped the photograph once more and pointed at the man bowing down to the lady. "Is V that man or - ?"

To this question, the poet only gave her the journal. She took this and opened it. "But, there's nothing written in it, is there - ?"

The woman's eyes widened. For she could clearly see, as bright as daylight, the words that just manifested on the first page of the journal as soon as V received the old photograph from Shadow and Griffon.

At first, there was only her name and the date she wrote it. But, now,...

May 1, 1898

I could not believe what father said earlier this day:

He invited Victor Blake to our annual summer gathering! THE VICTOR BLAKE! My favorite writer, and also the best poet who ever existed in this world!

My heart...

I just could not stop the rapid beating of my own heart! I feel so excited! I wanted so much to meet him in person! For I thought for such a long time that I could only see him in my dreams, and hear his voice in my head. Now, I finally have the chance to actually talk to him!

My chest feels so painful right now, but with a happy kind of pain! ( Is there even a kind of happy pain? ) What should I wear for the month - long gathering? Would pastel suit me more, or dark palettes? What would I tell him when I finally get the chance to talk with him? I cannot just stutter in front of him! ( Which I do a lot when I'm nervous. ) What would he tell me? Would he quote some poetry for me?

I'm over thinking, I know! But, I'm just so, so excited! I could not contain it! I wanted to scream my excitement at the top of my lungs!

This is the happiest day of my life!

P.S.

I hope Victor Blake turn out to be the same man in my dreams. For if he does, then I could finally die with a large and silly smile on my face

Someone's coming!

"Victor Blake?! So that's the V who wrote on that photograph, I assume?" Nico mused out loud as she closed the journal and gave it back to V.

"Must be."

"Wait, wait, wait a second here!" The woman grabbed fistfuls of her hair as realization came down on her. And some more questions. "Did those words just pop out on that journal like a pimple or somethin'?! Because if it did, that's totally crazy!"

V didn't answer her question. Instead, he related to her every single thing that happened to him on the second floor last night, of the locked rooms on the right, of that ghost bride, of being locked in (Y/N)'s room, and of him actually seeing her in person.

"... and it only led me to believe that this lady," V pointed at the photograph on Nico's hands."... and (Y/N) are the same person. And that she, indeed, was able to meet Victor Blake that 11th of May."

"So, if this is (Y/N), then who is that woman in the portrait that Avery showed us?"

"They're the same person." V admitted with much bitterness in his voice. He just couldn't accept the fact that she changed drastically for an unknown reason.

"Damn!" Nico swore as she collapsed on a chair facing the monitor she set up earlier during the day. "Avery said (Y/N) died in 1899, right?"

"She did. Yes."

"Then," Nico went silent for a while, and when she finally gained the courage to speak out her mind, V could not help but agree to what theory she came up with. "... that tragic thing, whatever version that was, that led to her death happened a year later! The journal and that picture said 1898! And whatever tragic reason that was, it also led to that clear change she went through as a young adult! Either that, or the artist they commissioned just did a really bad painting of her."

"Seems like the former, as much as I want to deny that fact." V replied distastefully.

Nico's eyebrows furrowed in confusion at the poet's clear discomfort with the topic. "Hey, ya looked bothered. Wanna spill the beans fer real? Ye looked like ye're hiding somethin' other than (Y/N)'s journal."

V chuckled as he sat on the chair next to her. "There are no beans to spill and no other secret to reveal, I assure you."

"And I assure ya that I can tell ye're lyin'!" Nico answered as she booted up the PC.

"I'm not. Well,..."

"Well?"

"The first time I met her, she looked radiant, and happy. She was clearly in love." V confessed, feeling a strange lump growing in his already dry throat. "And she was,... the most beautiful girl I have ever seen in my entire existence. To see her like that - depressed, and sick,... and hopeless, it just," The poet paused as he let out a deep sigh that seemed to rattle his very core. "... it felt wrong. It felt sad. Whatever happened to her, she doesn't deserve it. That death of hers, I must know about it."

Nico hummed as V finished talking. "The most beautiful girl, eh?"

"Yes."

"Then!" Nico slammed her palms against the table and turned towards V, her face leaning uncomfortably close to his. "The reason you stayed up so late!"

"What?" V simply asked, getting more and more confused with the woman's odd behavior.

Nico smiled mischievously as she pointed a single, perfectly - polished nail at him. "Ya fantasized 'bout her!"

"I,... come again?"

"Admit it! Ya did the thing while thinkin' of her!" Nico teased even more.

"What thing?"

"Oh, come on, man! No need to be shy 'bout bein' horny for a young and beautiful gal! Just admit it!"

"Admit what?"

V truly has no idea what Nico was talking about, so Griffon flew down next to her and joined in the teasing. "My, my, V! Don't tell us ya don't know what jackin' off means!"

"Jacking,... off,..."

"Yeah, ya know!" Griffon teased even further as he cleared his throat. Making his voice sound small and ridiculous, he recited, "Ya look so good, (Y/N)! So beautiful! Hmm, hmm, hmm!"

"Such beautiful face! Such curvaceous body! I want you,... AH,... so much!" Nico joined in as she made lewd sounds and inappropriate gestures with her arms.

"Oh, my beautiful, sexy (Y/N)!" Griffon imitated Nico's moves and started caressing his own feathery body with his wings. "YE'RE M - M - MI - AAAHHH - NNNEEE!"

"AAAHHH! OOOHHH!"

"HHHRRRMMMHHH! OOOHHH, YYYEEESSS!"

All of a sudden, they heard a really huge explosion outside the house, and a few seconds later, Roman came crashing in the house.

"¡DIOS MIO!" Roman howled.

"Roman, sweetheart, what is it?! What happened?!" Avery called as she came running immediately from another room.

"THERE'S A HHHUUUGGGEEE ONE - EYED GOLEM IN THE GARDEN!" Roman screamed as he pointed at the said thing outside. "RUN! ESCAPE! WE'RE ALL GONNA DIE! IT'S THE END OF THE WORLD!"

"One - eyed,..." Nico muttered.

"... golem?" Griffon stuttered.

And to their complete and utter horror, they realized V's hair has turned white and his left hand was raised up, his fingers in a snapping gesture.

But, the most dangerous of all was the poet's eyes that changed from soft, emerald green to bloody, murderous red. And he was staring emotionlessly down at them,...

"Hehe, s - sorry here, Shakespeare. I mean, M - m - m - master!" Griffon cowardly apologized thirty minutes later when V's rage diminished and when Nightmare finally went back to where he came from.

"Okay, okay, I get it. You're not in love with (Y/N)." Nico cautiously said as she opened some programs on her PC.

"I' am not." The poet answered, stressing out each word.

"But, surely ya must be at least smitten by her! I mean, to think of a girl you haven't actually talked to or met like that?" The woman was right. Maybe he was infatuated with her, after all? But, then again, how could he not? How could anyone not? "Lucky for ya, though. Ye won't have to deal with her super creepy husband."

"Husband?" Griffon asked as he landed back at the Grecian statue.

"Yeah. Mr. Christopher Lancaster? Duh."

That Doctor. I almost forgot about him. V thought as he slightly glanced at the hallway where the intimidating Doctor's life - size portrait was located.

"There we go!" Nico happily announced as she finally gained access to the videos of the security cameras she set up on all corners of the entrance hallway. And as V and Griffon came closer to her to have a look, they saw themselves at that exact moment.

"Hey, that's us!" Griffon exclaimed, astounded upon seeing a live feed of himself. "Wait, why are there no sounds?"

"Duh. That's just a security cam. Call it a spy cam, if ya like." Nico answered. "Now, setting the date to yesterday!"

The woman typed some words and numbers on her keyboard, and a few seconds later, they saw V on the monitor as he was about to go up the stairs.

"That was last night." V confirmed as he saw himself call back the frightened Shadow.

"Now, let's see what else happened." Nico spoke as they all watched V ascend to the second floor.

And after staring at the screen for more than fifteen or so minutes, they realized that nothing was, indeed, happening.

"I should be back around ten or a few more minutes." V said, his confusion growing ever so strongly.

"And you came back down in the morning." Nico answered. "Let's set the time to about, hmm, seven - thirty, then." The woman did the same process, and when the video fast - forwarded to the time she set, they saw V finally going back down to the first floor and met with the frizzy - haired Nico. "See? Told ya ye're gone for a long time."

"But, that's impossible!" Griffon yelled, turning back to V. "Didn't ya say ye're only gone for a few minutes?”

"And now you believe me." The poet simply answered.

"Alright! Alright! So, the ghost could not only manipulate things, it could also stop or control time, or something like that." The tattooed woman happily declared. "How very fascinating that is!" And she was, once again, getting more and more excited.

"I need to go back up there." V told her. "But, I'm not sure how long I'll be gone. A few minutes may mean a few hours up there."

"Ye're right. Hmm,..." Nico mused as she tapped on her lips. After a few seconds, she stood up, went over to one of the speakers she set up yesterday, and opened it, letting Mister Sandman on again. "How 'bout this: V, you do yer thing and investigate the second floor, and I'll be pulling an all - nighter for ya down here to monitor yer movements. I'll even make sure ya don't get lost for too long."

"How do we do that?" The poet asked.

"Simple!" Nico answered as she gave V the radio she was holding on to yesterday. She, then, pressed something on the speaker, and when it finally went quiet, she pointed at the radio on his hand. "Can ya turn it on?"

V complied by turning the dial on the radio clockwise, and a few seconds later,...

"...then tell me that my lonesome nights are over! Sandman, I'm so alone. Don't have nobody to call my own - "

"That song runs for two minutes and thirty - six seconds." Nico said as V and Griffon listened to the music on her radio. "I'll sync that song there and play it for ya for every hour ye're up there. Kinda like an alarm clock. Ya can also turn the voice recorder on to record any sound. And lastly, if anything goes wrong, like anything at all, and ya can't call yer familiars," the woman came closer to V and pointed at the red button at the lower right corner of the radio. "... think of nothin' else and press that button. Do ya understand?"

"I do. Yes. Thank you." V answered as he nodded several times, actually grateful for his decision to let Nico tag along with him.

And when the woman was finally satisfied with his answer, she cracked a toothy smile and suddenly took Griffon off V's shoulders, hugging him and twirling him around like a stuffed animal.

"PUT ME DOWN, WOMAN!"

"Aren't we the best paranormal team around?" Nico happily asked. "Like, Red Grave's Finest Paranormal Team ever?"

"WHATEVER YA SAY! JUST PUT ME DOWN! I CAN'T BREATHE!"

"Sorry." Nico apologized as she let the bird go. "So, ready for another night?"

"Ready - " V was about to stand when he collapsed all of a sudden.

"Hey, V! You okay?" Griffon flew down and helped him to his feet by clutching onto his arm with his talons.

"Ya look like ye need some rest. Ya haven't actually slept!" Nico suggested as she came and helped him as well by grabbing his other arm.

V could not agree more. "A nap will do. Thanks."

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An old Priest bravely came forward despite his trembling knees, holding up his crucifix in hopes of warding off the Demons.

“Sáncte Michael Archángele, defénde nos in proélio,…”

The enemies fell silent, looking at each other, confused of what’s going on. The priest took this as an opportunity to keep praying.

“Cóntra neqúitiam et insídias diáboli - ”

One by one, the enemies started laughing at his words, clearly not affected by his prayer.

With sweat running cold and courage slowly diminishing, the poor old Priest went on, “… ésto p - p - præsídium. Ímperet ílli Déus - ”

One of the Demons came forward and mockingly uttered the prayer with the frightened Priest. “… SÚPPLICES DEPRECÁMUR: TUQUE, PRÍNCEPS MILÍTIÆ CÆLÉSTIS -

"... SÁTANAM!" The Demons finished for him as they laughed and insulted.

The poor old Priest was about to lose all hope when, all of a sudden, the enemies abruptly stopped laughing. Little by little, the smiles on their horrendous faces vanished, to be replaced by expressions of either pain or depression.

Then, all of them stopped moving, frozen and rooted to the ground. This gave the Priest enough motivation to keep on praying.

"... súpplices deprecámur: tuque, prínceps milítiæ cæléstis, Sátanam aliósque spíritus malígnos," The Priest prayed with renewed courage as the Demons seemingly cowered before him and his crucifix. "... qui ad perditiónem animárum pervagántur in múndo, divína virtúte, in inférnum detrúde."

"Ámen!"

The people of the church looked behind them upon hearing the loud voice of an old woman who just finished the prayer. And when they saw three old nuns, one bearing a pail of water, and the other two wielding procession crosses, they couldn't help but chuckle and be worried at them at the same time.

"WWWAAAHHH!" Their leader, the one bearing the pail, howled like a warrior and charged straight at the Demons, almost tackling the old Priest on the way. She doused the nearby enemies with that suspicious water, and lo and behold, the fiends actually shrieked in pain as their hideous skin melted!

It was holy water!

"HHHOOOAAAHHH!" The other two nuns bearing the crosses then charged at the enemies, driving the pointed bejeweled things through the Demons' heart and successfully killing them.

The nun with the pail addressed the people as her two comrades did the "Demon Hunting".

"Tränkt die Dämonen in Weihwasser!" She said in instruction for the people to fetch themselves a pail of holy water. "Dann durchstoße sie mit diesem zeremoniellen Kreuz!" She, then, pointed at the two nuns who were still skewering some holy water - soaked Demons.

"Lasst uns diese gottlosen Dinge zurück in die feurigen Gruben der Hölle schlagen!" The old Priest, who was more than ready to fight the enemies, began howling. "ANGRIFF!"

As the people started working together, fetching procession crosses, or anything that's sharp, and pails of water from the back of the church and letting the old Priest bless them to "weaponize" them, Kyrie made her way towards the altar and leaned against the lectern. She closed her eyes and covered her mouth as tears began pouring out. She, then, removed the hand from her mouth and placed it against her belly.

She cried tears of happiness.

"We're saved." She whispered as she rubbed her belly, now with both hands. "Your daddy saved us. Nero,... saved us!"

Meanwhile, at the other side of the globe, Nico, Trish, and Lady were staring at Shadow the feline demon as she sat in front of them, seemingly guarding the human who was sitting on the sofa just behind her. The strange human girl, whose clothes were stained with blood, just glanced calmly at them, unmoving, emotionless,...

... and she was clutching at her mid - section as she healed it with her equally strange power.

"Uhh, so who are you again?" The tattooed woman carefully asked the stranger.

"You can call me Galatea." The girl answered.

"Hey, I thought that's (Y/N)?" Lady whispered to Trish, still wary of her movements as Shadow stared at them.

"Perhaps." Galatea answered for her, making them even more baffled.

"What do you mean by that?" Trish bravely asked her.

The Bearer of The Past smiled at her as she closed her eyes. "... we are connected,... by that one feeling. Her branches mixed with mine,... and our roots,... together joined."

Nico's jaw dropped open as she slowly nodded. She looked once more at the huge demonic cat as it remained vigilant on the floor. "I think,..." she began. "I know what kind of feeling you're talking about. Yeah. You and her are definitely the same."

Trish and Lady only nodded.

They were all thinking of the same thing.

The mystic words, the feline familiar, her languid eyes,...

Oh, damn! The three women thought simultaneously. She's just like V!

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🖤 I See My Future Before Me 🖤

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By that time, the moon had already risen high above the night sky.

V and Dante cautiously made their way inside the mansion, looking for the man behind all the demonic attacks. Knowing the location of Fleminger's office by memory, the poet led the way, and when they finally opened the ornate wooden door, something made them stop right on their tracks.

The office, itself, looked as neat and as tidy as the first time he was there but, an awfully foul smell of rotten corpses combined with sulfur was wafting around the area. The scent was even more appalling than the Dreadnought's insides.

The brothers covered their noses in disgust.

"Big fancy room? Funky smell?" Dante spoke in a muffled voice. "Ugh! We're definitely in the right place! So, where's the boss?"

V did not answer. Instead, he glanced at the portraits of the pale people on the walls.

"Where could an intellectual man such as Fleminger hide a secret room?" The poet mused as he searched through (Y/N)'s memories in his mind like an archive of some sort. He may have gone back in time but, her memories still clung to him after being acknowledged by the Bearer of The Past. He knew (Y/N) have a clue. After all, she had the first hand experience with Fleminger's ancestors.

And as V searched for clues in his mind, Dante began moving objects around the room, looking for buttons, trapdoors, anything.

The poet was still thinking when his twin found the old record on the small table near the wall. Being Dante and all, he smirked, poking fun at it despite the situation.

"Eh? Who knew he still keeps an ancient thing around here?" The Legendary Devil Hunter stated as he played the record,...

"On the farm, every Friday.

On the farm, it's rabbit pie day,..."

"Huh, that's funny. Today's Friday! What are the odds,..." Dante said to himself as he placed his fingers on the fragile vinyl and started turning the record in the opposite direction.

"Nur, nur, nur, nur, tibbar nur, tibbar nur,

Nugs remraf eht soeg gnab, gnab, gnab, gnab,

Nur, nur, nur, tibbar nur, tibbar nur,

Nur, nur, nur, tibbar nur, tibbar nur,"

"Run, rabbit, run rabbit, run, run, run,

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Goes the farmer's gun!"

"Hehe, that sounded awful. Sorry about that." Dante apologized as he let the record play normally.

As the music played, (Y/N)'s memories of a familiar scene flashed through V's mind. It was when the uptight woman made them dance to the tune of a broken melody that was being played on an old record,...

"Is this,... the same thing?" V questioned as he glanced down at the vintage mechanism, carefully touching it with his light fingers.

He searched through the memories once more, looking for more clues, until he finally arrived at the moment where (Y/N) actually saw the woman playing that thing on the record.

"Hey, Mr. Poetry, what are you doing?" Dante inquired as he saw V rummaging through the drawers in search of something.

"It must've survived the onslaught. Fleminger's grandmother must've brought it with her."

"The what?"

"That thing." V answered as he took out the oldest looking piece of record he could find. He stopped the music by raising the tone arm and pulling the cueing lever up. He then moved the tone arm over to the resting place and pressed the stop button.

Dante tapped his toes impatiently as the poet placed the old record on the platter of the player. Making sure that the speed was correct, V pressed play and raised the cueing lever. He aligned the tone arm with the record and dropped it carefully.

And as the first few notes of the sickly sweet music began, (Y/N)'s memories of Fleminger's grandmother flashed through his mind.

"Perfection is everything." He could almost hear her say in front of the dancing orphans. "There is no true beauty without worldly perfection. Eternal redemption is the reward for attaining worldly perfection. And those who could not achieve this perfection,... have no right to stand before the true god, Pandemonium."

"That sure looks graceful,..."

"I beg your pardon?"

V watched with wide eyes as Dante pointed at something behind him. He turned and saw, in utter horror, a ghost of a mutilated lady dancing to the tune of the sweet music in the middle of the room.

"Yeah, just perfect,..." the younger twin muttered in sarcasm as he watched the mutilated lady dance whilst parts of her flesh fall down from her rotting body to the floor.

"It is perfection."

"Excuse me?!"

"The Pale Ones wanted to achieve earthly perfection by creating girls such as this." V explained. "They wanted a perfect sacrifice for Pandemonium's vessel. And this girl happened to have failed on achieving perfection. Thus, she was doomed to dance for eternity like that."

"How did you even know that?"

V only smirked at Dante. "I just know things which others doesn't."

"Whatever."

The twins watched as the painful dance commenced and when the doomed dancer finally stopped, pointing at something behind them, the music also came to a close.

The two looked behind them to see a really large portrait of Fleminger's pale grandmother smiling sinisterly down at them. They, then, heard an ugly and wet - sounding thud against the floor. They looked back and noticed that the dancer's arm has fallen to the floor, its finger still pointed at the portrait. After that morbid display, the doomed dancer finally vanished into thin air.

"I don't ever wanna see that again." Dante monotonously uttered.

"Agree." V replied with the same tone. "So, we'll set her free. And the others."

"How do we do that?"

V glanced back at Fleminger's grandmother and grinned. "This woman knows how,..."

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"Venit ergo Pandemonium. Venit ergo Pandemonium. Dona nobis virtutem tuam. Det nobis vitam aeternam. Venit ergo Pandemonium. Venit ergo Pandemonium,..."

The Pale Ones went on praying as Fleminger situated himself in the middle of the evil rune near the demonic idol. He closed his eyes, holding up his huge palms in front of the statue,...

"JACKPOT!" The Pale Ones heard a loud and distinct voice as the walls crumbled, revealing the Sparda twins.

"Jack,... pot." V muttered poetically, his image of the fearful Vergil giving him a weird vibe. "So, it is written."

"Honestly, are you really my brother?" The red twin asked as he summoned the Devil Sword Dante. "Because Vergil would never say that. Not in a million years."

"What's the harm in trying?" V answered humorously as he drew the Yamato in preparation for battle. "After all,... a truth that's told with bad intent,... beats all the lies,... you can invent."

Dante smirked at V's words as he drew his own weapon, ready and pumped up for the fight. "So, it is written! Or whatever that was!"

The Pale Ones removed their heavy robes as they transformed into gargoyle - like Demons with long sharp claws, twisted horns, and equally twisted teeth.

"Now, that suits you better!" Dante quipped as he fought against the Demons all by himself.

Meanwhile, V had another enemy to confront.

"My Lord," Fleminger clasped his hands as he put on his vulnerable look and pleaded. " ...it seems that you have gained your power."

"I did." The poet answered as he pointed the Yamato at him. "Now, set (S/N)'s soul free, along with others you enslaved for a hundred years, or I'll use my newly obtained power against you and your horde."

"You don't understand, my Lord! (S/N), and the rest of the orphans, we need them to defeat the Dreadnought! We need them to kill (Y/N) - "

"And summon Pandemonium through your chosen vessel?" V cut him off as he channelled his power to the Yamato. "(Y/N)'s sister would not like that now, would she?"

Fleminger grinned nervously as he realized that he had no other choices left. The Sons of Sparda already knew about the truth!

But, how?!

"Then, I'll be the vessel, AND NOT (S/N)!"

V watched as Fleminger touched the image of Pandemonium. It gave him massive power as it engulfed him with crimson light.

"What the hell?!" Dante muttered as the enemy transformed into a huge and hideous Demon with scales, three pairs of wings, and a pair of twisted horns. His form was too big that it took up most of the space.

"I WILL OBTAIN POWER,... AND IMMORTALITY!" Fleminger howled, his monstrous voice booming and deafening. "THERE IS NO NEED FOR PERFECTION! THERE IS NO NEED,... FOR A USELESS VESSEL! I WILL OBTAIN,... EVERYTHING! I WILL BECOME,... PANDEMONIUM!"

"THEN, FUCK YOU!"

The brothers turned just in time as they saw Kyrie Eleison coming out of the wall they just busted, glowing and soaring through the air. And riding it was none other than Nero, himself. The youth revved the vehicle and landed right at Fleminger's face, its spiky front wounding it, making his dark blood splatter on the ground as he howled in pain.

"Is that my son, or is he yours?" V innocently asked as he watched Nero drove Fleminger out of the room, making a new hole in the wall behind them. "Because, I'm very sure that we have no resemblance, at all. And he acts just like you."

Dante looked at him in surprise. "No resemblance, my ass! And how did you find out?"

"I told you." The elder brother answered as they followed the boy and the Demon outside. "I just know things,..."

Nero managed to throw Fleminger out using Kyrie Eleison, and as the massive Demon calling himself Pandemonium scrambled to his feet, unable to see due to his wounds, his servant Reginald, who mysteriously just popped out of nowhere, came to his rescue.

"KILL THEM!" He commanded.

"Naturally, Master." Reginald answered as he stood before Nero and transformed into a Fury - like Demon but, this time, this creature did not have the power of lightning. He raised his scaled arm, pointing his claw at the sky, and when he brought it down, the ground before him split, and fire erupted from it. He, then, vanished with a crimson blur, ready to kill Nero.

"YOU'RE NOT FAST ENOUGH!" Nero bellowed as he changed into his Devil form and matched the Flame Fury's speed, successfully stopping Reginald with his pair of blue fist - like wings.

"WHAT FORM OF POWER IS THIS?!" Reginald howled in disbelief.

"Okay! Time to join in the fun!" Dante exclaimed as he made his way towards Pandemonium, only to be stopped by Fleminger's gargoyle underlings. "What?! You again?! You just don't know when to give up!" He raised his sword and pointed at them. "Okay, I'm gonna start with,..." his sword, then, landed on the Demon to his right. "... YOU!" He announced as he morphed into his Devil form and began fighting.

Fleminger was about to get up but, he fell down once more as he felt something strange within his whole body. He tried to use his power but, he failed.

"You are not perfect." V informed him as he pointed the Yamato at him. "You could never wield Pandemonium's power! And you would never achieve immortality!"

"I'LL KILL YOU ALL THE SAME!" Fleminger boomed as he got up and blindly charged at V, flailing his massive claws and destroying everything in his path. The poet easily dodged and evaded each and every erratic attack, all the while wounding the massive Demon in places to disable him. V made one last slash with the Yamato and wounded Fleminger on the stomach, making him fall. Until the very end, Pandemonium did not acknowledge him as its vessel.

Just when they thought that they finally defeated the Demon, it started squirming on the ground, his wounds radiating with a strange light as if something was trying to come out of them. And just when Nero dealt the final blow on Reginald and when Dante brought down the last gargoyle, the Master stood up, its eyes rapidly changing color as it started rampaging mindlessly about. Then, as it opened its mouth, a powerful light in the form of a crimson laser erupted from it, destroying the mansion before it.

It was the same laser that annihilated everything from the apocalyptic future that V just came, or escaped, from.

Pandemonium was trying to get out of Fleminger's corrupted body but, it couldn't.

V sensed this immediately as he prepared to finish it with the help of the Protector of The Present's power. It must be destroyed, at all cost! Or else, the dark future would still occur, and he could not let that happen! Not now when Galatea entrusted the future of humanity to him!

However, the Aspect of The Future took hold of his mind once again, showing him bits of the future.

A book, a meteorite, a shower of destructive light,...

... an Angel,...

Cassandra showed him these things. And these things would occur in a few moments,...

The poet's eyes widened as he snapped back from his reverie.

"We'll end this!" Dante howled as he made his way towards the rampaging Demon.

"I'm with you!" Nero answered as he joined his uncle.

"STOP!"

Uncle and nephew alike halted, unnerved at V's word.

"We can't let that thing live!" Dante screamed at him as he raised his sword. "It will destroy everything!"

"ARE WE GONNA KILL THIS FUCKER, OR WHAT?!" Nero howled, his golden eyes seething with wrath.

V calmly went closer towards the rampaging Demon, placing himself between his family and it.

"Let me handle this." The poet simply told them as he bowed down low. He, then, raised his left hand and snapped his fingers, summoning the golem. It fell down from the sky in the form of a meteor that destroyed everything beneath it.

But, instead of forming into the dark creature called Nightmare, it merely stayed in liquid state, its massive violet eye hovering above the ground, radiating a weak kind of light.

Cassandra showed him this, and she was right, as always.

V smirked as he took out his book - his beloved illustrated William Blake anthology. He opened it and started reading as the violet eye slowly regained form.

"The Angel that presided o'er my birth," V began reading as the creature rapidly pulsated before him. "...said, 'little creature, form'd of joy and mirth, go love without the help of any thing on Earth.'"

Meanwhile, back in the trailer, as V read the passage from the book, Shadow the feline familiar radiated with light, making her hover above the ground.

"W - what's happening to that kitty?!" Nico stuttered nervously as she pointed at Shadow.

"Get away from her!" Trish commanded as she channeled her powers. "She might be dangerous!"

"Please, calm down." Galatea firmly said as she remained unfazed on the sofa.

"What's going on with her?!" Lady questioned her in panic.

"Vergil's Nightmares would be,... no more,..." Galatea answered, still calm. "By the power of the Sisters of Fate, these Nightmares,..."

"SHALL BE CLEANSED!"

Dante and Nero looked all over the place, trying to find that familiar voice. And as the two men looked at the little orbs of light forming above V, seemingly bearing the metal cane that was forgotten on the Dreadnought, the three women inside the trailer looked in shock as the contract markings on (Y/N)'s right arm returned.

But, this time, the markings were not black and inky in appearance. The contract formed in beautiful swirls of shimmering gold and midnight blue. And as it was completed, it radiated with blue - colored currents on (Y/N)'s arm.

V smirked as he witnessed the orbs forming into one creature - a five foot - tall boy with skinny features. He had a pair of the most gorgeous midnight blue wings that glowed, and a golden horn protruding from the middle of his forehead.

Dante and Nero's jaw dropped open as the creature spread both his wings and his arms, completing the transformation.

He opened his pair of golden eyes and smiled, showing them his jagged teeth and blue tongue.

"Aww, and ya honestly thought I'd be gone for good, eh, kids? SHAME ON YA FOR THINKIN' THAT!" The boy quipped as he threw the metal cane at V, who caught it just in time as the boy pointed at him with a dark - nailed finger. "And, you! Such a high maintenance ya sure are! Have ye come to yer senses, eh Shakespeare?"

"I did not just come to my senses," the poet answered like he was greeting an old friend. "... I have finally awakened from my mistakes."

"Is that? Is t - that - ?!" Nero stuttered as he pointed at the boy, his eyes wide open.

"Damn! It's the LITTLE CHICKEN!" Dante confirmed, still not able to believe his own eyes.

"MADE YA LOOK!" Griffon, now in his cleansed human form, answered as he turned at the rampaging Demon. He, then, spread his fingers, summoning a golden staff that looked like a lightning rod. Showing his jagged teeth through his wide smile, he pointed the rod at the sky and spread his wings. "FUCK YEAH!"

At those obscene words, Griffon was able to rain down multiple blasts of lightning from the sky that pierced through the Demon's body like an endless barrage of silver bullets.

V opened his book once more and read another passage.

"I curse my stars in bitter grief,... and woe,... that made my love,... so high,... and me,... so low,..."

The violet eye that was hovering above the ground cracked like glass, letting a blinding form of light radiate from it.

A few seconds later, as the light subsided, all of them saw the golem's cleansed form - a white - armored Angel that stood eight feet tall, with three pairs of wings made purely out of light and a golden halo atop his head. The Angel carried a huge, heavy - looking metallic staff that radiated with the same light as the Protector of The Present. And as the Demon fired another destructive laser, V's most powerful familiar pointed its weapon at it, channeling its power and countering the attack with a laser of its own but, much more powerful. The Angel, that was once called Nightmare, easily overpowered the Demon, its laser of judgment coming down at it and melting its demonic exterior, exposing the human inside. V saw this and hastily made his move, charging at it with his metal cane and the Yamato raised high above his head.

Fleminger opened his eyes and saw the son of Sparda above him, about to end his life. The metal cane and the Yamato pierced through his heart, making his eyes open wide in total disbelief.

"I,... lost,... it seems,..." Fleminger whispered.

"Little wanderer," V began. "... hie thee home."

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~ A V X Reader set in an Alternate Universe wherein the world was finally saved! 👌👍👍

~ Again, special thanks to @la-vita for the German dialogue! 🖤

~ @heaven-on-a-landslide , @yepps , @krazy06 , @micaelagua , @sofia-micaela , @beyond-the-mirror , @vergils-daughter , @ehrzeth , @ceruleanworld , @gxthghoulfriend , @lessy86 , @simmy-ships , @diabeticsugarush , and @boundbysoul . 🖤

~ The Priest and his three old nuns: Charlie and his angels, German Version. 😂👍👍👌

~ Oh! And one more thing ( and I'm sure @krazy06 knows this ): I have a WIP of the humanized Griffon we just read! I've been planning this for a very long time and I'll post him when I finish him. What? Did you really think that Griffon will stay dead? Guys and gals, I may be a fan of Game Of Thrones but, I'm not George R. R. Martin! 😂

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The three descendants of Sparda, all tired and filthy, made their way towards the fallen Dreadnought in the middle of the ruined city as Griffon, the not - little - chicken, flew above them.

"Make it fast, slowpokes!" He mocked with his obnoxious voice.

"Easy for you to say!" Nero retorted. "Just you wait! I don't care if you're a human or what! I'll still pluck your feathers when I get my strength back!"

"Can we just make this fast?" Dante complained, heaving heavily with each and every step. "I'm beat! I just wanna take a rest."

All four of them went directly towards the heart, which, apparently, stopped pulsating a long time ago. V touched it with a single hand and spoke to it.

"It's okay now. You are free."

At his words, the heart burst open, spilling blood and guts all over the place and making all of them even filthier than ever before. The girl inside was about to collapse when V caught her just in time. She opened her eyes and looked up at him.

"M - my s - sister?"

"She's safe. The Pale Ones are gone. You can take a rest now."

"Please,... take care,... of my sister,..."

V listened to her, taking her words and instilling them to his heart like an eternal vow. He, then, nodded.

"I will take care of her for as long as I exist," he gave his honorable answer. "... I promise."

The poor tortured girl smiled as she closed her eyes, finally taking her peaceful eternal rest, along with the souls of the other orphans that Fleminger's ancestors enslaved for a hundred years.

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