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Jungle Adventures, Movie References, and Leo’s Exasperation

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Title: Jungle Adventures, Movie References, and Leo’s Exasperation

Prompt: Mikey and Leo are stranded in the jungle (any iteration)

Fandom: TMNT 2003

Word Count: 6090

Author: aquietwritingcorner/realitybreakgirl

Rating: T

Characters: Leonardo, Michelangelo

Warning: NA

Summary: All Leo wanted was a couple of hours discussing some books with April. Instead, thanks to Mikey playing with April’s puzzle box, he and Mikey are now lost in a jungle in another dimension, with no idea how to get back home. If they get out of this, he just might duct tape Mikey’s hands to his shell.

Notes: I didn’t mean for the references to keep coming, but they sure did!

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Jungle Adventures, Movie References, and Leo’s Exasperation

If there’s one thing that you should always remember, Leo thought to himself, it’s that you should never, ever let Mikey play with shiny objects unsupervised. Especially if that shiny object is a small puzzle box that will transport you and him to another dimension.

Leo took a step back towards Mikey, his swords held out defensively in front of him. They were in some sort of jungle, with all of the humidity and strange flora and fauna that one thought they might find in an alien jungle. Honestly, Star Trek wished they had thought up some of the animals they’d seen here. There had been some truly bizarre creatures.

If only that had been their only problem.

All Leo had wanted to do today was to head up to April’s, brew some new tea she had found, and spend a couple of hours discussing a book that she had recommended and lent to him. Master Splinter had encouraged him to do so, saying it would do him some good to relax. He’d been about to leave when Mikey had asked to come with him and turned the puppy dog eyes on him. Seeing how it was clear that Mikey had already gotten under both Raph and Don’s skin, Leo gave in, big brother instincts taking over.

Reluctantly, he’d allowed Mikey to come with him. Mikey promised that he’d absolutely stay out of their way and be no trouble at all. Leo had been doubtful but had given him a chance to prove it. That had been a mistake, as Mikey had occupied himself with April’s puzzle cube—and accidentally activated it when April was out of the room.

They’d landed in an alien jungle, full of blue-green foliage, towering trees, high humidity, no idea how to get home, and sans the most qualified turtle to figure it out. Needless to say, Leo was not happy, and Mikey had known that he was going to be in trouble—as soon as they found their way home. With no idea of what to do, they’d picked a direction, started walking, and hoped for the best.

Leo should have known better than to hope for the best.

They had, in their search for a way home, quite literally stumbled into a village of turquoise-skinned people. These people hadn’t taken too kindly to having two giant turtles—if they even knew what a turtle was—stumble into their home. Instead, they had almost immediately taken up arms, and Leo and Mikey had decided that their best chance of survival was to book it back through the jungle.

Of course, that had worked about as well as most of their plans initially did, and now they were surrounded, angry natives on all sides of them, with decidedly deadly looking weapons held towards them.

“If we get out of this,” Leo said, “remind me to tape your hands to your shell when we go to April’s again.”

“If we get out of this, I’ll voluntarily let you—look out!” Mikey jumped in front of him, nunchucks whirling as they deflected a barrage of tiny darts.

Well, that wasn’t good.

“Okay, new plan,” Leo said. “Forget playing nice. We’re taking a page out of Raph’s book and forcing our way through.” There was no way he was going to let them get caught by those darts. There was no telling what the natives would end up doing to them if they caught them.

“I don’t like that plan very much,” Mikey said, eyeing the group of twenty or so turquoise-skinned people around them.

“Neither do I,” Leo said. “But I don’t think we have much of a choice.”

He darted forward, with no warning that the natives could see. Mikey, though, saw the tells and he moved forward at the same time, nunchucks whirling. Leo did his best not to kill or seriously injure anyone, but he and Mikey needed to escape. The natives were fierce fighters, though, and did their best to avoid or block his blades with their own weapons. Mikey’s weapons, while still just as potentially deadly, tended to be less instantly lethal as Leo’s, and Leo could hear the yelps of the natives as they had hands smashed and ribs broken.

And then, suddenly, there was an opening, and they were rushing through it, taking swipes at anyone who tried to stop them, and ducking to avoid the darts, letting their shells take as much of the barrage as possible. The small darts did nothing but ping off of them, and the two of them ran, bowling over anyone in their way.

Of course, that didn’t stop the natives from giving chase. Mikey and Leo ran as fast as they could, but Leo could tell that something about it was off. The natives kept up, but they didn’t seem to be trying to stop them. In fact, Leo suddenly realized, they almost seemed to be herding them.

Oh, that definitely wasn’t good.

“They’re directing us!” he called out to Mikey.

Mikey leapt over a fallen log. “Something tells me it’s not to the next portal home!”

“Probably not.” Leo’s mind was whirling through possibilities. “We need to ready for anyth—”

Leo cut off as soon as he realized what “anything” was. It was a ravine. Or a small canyon or maybe a gorge? Don would know the exact terminology for it. But that wasn’t important at the moment. The fact of the matter was, they were coming up on a large, long crack in the earth, as wide as two of the alleyways they normally jumped put together.

“Leo—” Mikey said.

“Jump!” he said, putting on a burst of speed.

“What?” Mikey said, even as he sped up to catch up with Leo.

Leo sheathed his swords and reached into his belt to pull out his shunto spikes.

“Jump and be ready to catch yourself!”

Mikey shot him a look that clearly said he thought Leo was crazy, but he didn’t argue. Instead, he put his nunchucks in his belt, took out his spikes and ran on.

The natives were clearly surprised when, instead of slowing down, the two turtles sped up, practically hurling themselves towards the ravine. They started slowing down, trying to keep themselves from going over the edge and watched as Leo and Mikey poured in every last ounce of speed they had and flung themselves into the air.

The jump was terrifying. It was a long drop to the bottom, and if they didn’t make it across, a very painful landing was in store for them. Mikey was slightly ahead of Leo, he the faster of the two, and Leo watched as his angle curved, clearly not going to make it to the jungle on the other side. But the two of them still managed to have enough momentum to get them to the opposite wall. Leo saw Mikey hit it a split second before he did, smacking into it hard, and scrambling to find purchase on the wall. He dug his spikes in, but the wall was crumbly. It took a few terrifying seconds for him to find purchase, and then look to see if Mikey had as well. His baby brother looked a little pale but was clearly secure on the wall.

Shouts came from the other side, and then the sound of darts. With that motivation, the two began climbing, scrambling up the cliff as fast as they could. The crumbling rock made it difficult, especially for Leo, who was just a bit behind Mikey and had to make sure that the wall wasn’t going to crumble further from where Mikey had dug his spikes in, but they made it to the top. Mikey got there first and then turned to pull Leo up. For half a second, they sat there, looking across the ravine at the natives. One shot some sort of arrow at them, and Leo decided then and there that it was time to leave and disappear into the jungle. He finished standing up, and pulled Mikey along, both of them disappearing into the foliage on the other side.

“Keep going!” Leo said, not even stopping to catch his breath. “Let’s put as much distance between them and us as we can!”

“Right!”

They forged on ahead, not even trying to be stealthy as they ran. The goal was distance, not hiding, and Leo watched as Mikey pulled ahead of him. Then again, Mikey always had been the fastest of them. But had he always been that fast? And why was it getting harder to breathe? Leo pushed himself harder, trying to catch up to his brother, but for some reason he just couldn’t seem to go any faster.

And then his leg gave out.

He crashed to the ground, hard enough to rattle his brain for a second. He heard Mikey skid to a stop.

“Leo?!”

Leo pushed himself up on his elbows, trying to get his legs under him even as Mikey practically threw himself at Leo’s side.

“Leo’s what’s wrong?” Mikey’s hands hovered over Leo, clearly not sure what to do.

“My leg gave out on me,” Leo gasped out, still trying to catch his breath.

Mikey immediately moved to look at Leo’s leg. “Uh-oh,” he said, and Leo felt a slight pull. Mikey came back into view, one of the small darts in his hand. “Uh, I think I might know why.”

Leo stared at the dart. Well, that wasn’t good. Mikey was so in trouble when they got home.

“Help me up,” Leo said.

“Just so long as you promise not to strangle me,” Mikey said, already working his way under Leo’s arm and hauling his brother to his feet.

“No promises,” Leo said.

The two started moving again, Leo trying his best to keep up. But as they continued, he found himself leaning more and more on Mikey. His head was swimming, but he wasn’t sure if that was from the dart itself, or because it was getting increasingly hard to catch his breath.

“S-stop,” Leo said, and felt Mikey immediately oblige him.

“What?” Mikey said.

“I need—I need to rest,” Leo said.

For a moment, Mikey didn’t move, although Leo could tell he was looking around.

“Okay, Leo. We’ll rest in a second. But first let’s go this way.” He tugged Leo with him, eventually settling him in the hollow of a tree. “Just… stay right here. And, uh, I’m gonna borrow this.”

Before Leo could say anything, Mikey reached out, took his mask off, and then stepped back, pushing a few giant leaves in front of where he had sat Leo down. The coolness of the shade felt good to him, honestly, and he tilted his head back a bit, still breathing heavily. It didn’t take Mikey long to return, and when he did, Leo’s mask was soaking wet. Mikey gently put it on Leo’s head, not pulling it all the way down, but keeping it on his forehead.

“What?” Leo said, halfway opening his eyes. When had he closed them?

“You’re hot, Leo,” Mikey said. “And something tells me that’s not a good thing.”

“Mm.” Leo didn’t feel like arguing. In fact, the longer he sat there, the worse he felt. Mikey kept going back and forth, wetting Leo’s mask and bringing him water to drink. Leo’s head felt dizzy, off, and it became hard to keep track of things. He felt uncomfortably hot, and his mouth stayed dry. He lost track of time—not that he had any idea what day or time it was in this world anyway.

“Come on, Leo. Drink a little more,” Mikey said shaking him out of his stupor.

Leo groaned. “…When we get home… ‘m gonna put you through so much trainin’…”

He vaguely heard Mikey whine something, before the world started to fade out again. When it faded back in, he heard voices, and he tried his best to open his eyes and focus. He couldn’t see much beyond the leaves that Mikey had hidden him with and he didn’t want to risk interrupting any plans that Mikey had—and he was capable of them, if he wanted to be. He just wished he could make out what they were saying.

The leaves were pushed back, and Mikey was suddenly there, pulling Leo up and out. Leo’s head swirled, but he managed to see enough to realize that they were surrounded by teal-skinned people. He tensed, and made a grab for his swords, but Mikey caught his arm.

“They’re not the same, Leo!” he said. “They can help us. I think. Either that, or they just want to keep us. I’m not sure.”

Leo shot his brother a look.

“I know, I know!” Mikey said. “But it’s better than nothing!”

The teal-skinned people were quickly cutting down what looked like saplings of the giant trees that were around them, and pulling leaves, vines, and smaller plants, as well. It didn’t take long before they’d constructed a hand-carried stretcher—a litter—and Mikey was helping Leo onto it. He took Leo’s swords before he did though, carefully sliding the straps on and making sure they were secure. And with that, they were off.

The jungle really was beautiful, in its own way. The trees had a more purplish undertone than anything Leo had ever seen on earth, and the leaves a sort of blue-ish color to their green. Mikey actually blended in pretty well, even when he was near to Leo. Even the orange of his bandana made sense here, looking like some of the brightly colored flowers that hung on vines.

Leo raised a hand towards Mikey, and his brother was immediately there.

“You need something, Leo?” Mikey asked.

“How… did you find them?” he asked, gesturing to the people.

“Oh. Uh, well…” Mikey started out, clearly a bit reluctant to tell the whole story. “You see, I went to get more water, and I heard some noise. So, I went to look. And I saw our other blue-skinned buddies attacking some women. And, like, they were fighting back, but it wasn’t a fair fight at all. So, I kinda jumped out of the leaves at them, and joined it. Anyway, the ladies tried to take me with them, but I managed to get them to understand that I needed to leave to get to you. So, I left. But when I came back to the river again, there were a whole lot of them there. And with a lot of charades and Pictionary, I managed to get them to understand that you were sick. I think they have an antidote, but it’s back at their village. So, they kinda insisted we go with them, and I figured its better than what we’ve been doing.”

Leo blinked at him. Of course, Mikey would end up being friendly with some of the natives and figure out how to communicate with them.

Leo sighed, feeling dizzy again. “…I suppose so,” he agreed.

He wasn’t sure exactly how long the journey to the teal people’s village took. Time was still hard to keep track of, and by the time they got there, Leo was fading out again. When he woke up, he was laying on his plastron on some sort of woven mat, a thin pillow of some sort under his head and bowls of some sort of incense around him. He groaned and moved to sit up.

“Leo!?” Mikey was at his side in a second but pushed him down. “Hang on, hang on, don’t move yet!”

Mike whistled, and Leo blinked, still trying to make sense of what was around him. Within seconds a teal-skinned man and a few younger looking people hurried over to them. Mikey gesture at Leo, and Leo looked up at the man from where he lay. The man nodded, then seemed to mime to Mikey to hold Leo down.

“Mikey, what—” Leo said, but that was all he got out before Mikey was putting pressure on him.

“Sorry, bro, this’ll only take a moment,” Mikey apologized.

“What will only take a—OW!” Leo felt a tug as something that felt like a needle was pulled out of him.

In fact, several were pulled out of him, and Leo grit his teeth as they were. There was more talking and gesturing that he couldn’t quite see, and then he felt hands on him, spreading something where the needles had been, and wrapping what he could only assume were bandages around them. He was tense, not liking this, but he said nothing, only shooting Mikey a look that said he would be demanding answers after this was over.

Mikey just nervously grinned at him.

After a few moments, the ministrations ended, and the assistants and the man got up to leave, making some sort of gesture towards them. Mikey returned it, and they left, leaving the two turtles alone. Leo stayed there a moment, then took a breath, and began to push up. Mikey quickly moved to his side helping him to turn over and sit up. Leo’s head still felt off, but he felt a lot better than he had earlier.

“Alright, Mikey,” he said, looking around. He was in some sort of open-air hut. “Where are we?”

“In the Teal People’s village,” Mikey said, reaching for what looked to be a cup of some sort. “You passed out again, but they brought you here. I showed them the dart and they took it, and came back and took these needles and, like, stabbed you in twelve places, like acupuncture or something, and then lit these incense bowls. It’s been, like… I dunno. Maybe a few hours? They brought me some food and then something I could draw with, so I sort of drew out what happened to us.”

Leo shook his head. “Well, at least I’m feeling better.” He looked out beyond the open-air hut and saw the people seemingly going on about their day, although a few kids were clearly curious about them. “Why aren’t they afraid of us?”

“Uh… I think they think we’re some kind of jungle spirits or something,” Mikey said.

Leo looked sideways at him. “Jungle spirits? Like what? Some… some ghost of the jungle or something?”

Mikey laughed. “Nah, that’s too dramatic. But, like, if I’ve got this right, our whole ninja skills and the way I can sort of blend into the jungle better, they seem to think I’m a part of it. And you’re like… I dunno, some other kind of nature spirit or something.”

“Fantastic,” Leo deadpanned.

Mikey nudged his shoulder a bit. “It’s not all bad! I drew April’s puzzle cube, and they recognized it. One of them pointed in a direction, and I think he was saying that there’s a big one of those that way. So, we might can use it to get back home!”

Leo frowned. “Maybe. But Donnie was the one who figured it out last time. We don’t have him here.”

Mikey frowned. “What else can we do, Leo?”

Leo took a breath in. “Not much. It’s our best option, so we’ll go for it.”

“Yeah, okay,” Mikey agreed. “But after you rest. I think the doctor guy said you might not feel good for a bit.”

Leo frowned. “I’ll rest the night. But in the morning, we leave.”

Mikey nodded. “Yeah, okay. I’ll let them know.”

Leaving was not as easy as they thought. The people wanted to make sure that Leo was alright first, and they insisted that they stay for a feast and through the night. The days and nights here seemed to be longer than on Earth, but it was what it was, and the doctor checked on him, clearly not pleased with his progress, and insisted that they stay longer. Considering that Mikey and Leo needed their help, Leo relented, and they stayed. Finally, after three days, the villagers loaded them with supplies, and a small contingency of them headed out with Leo and Mikey. It wasn’t exactly how Leo wanted to go, but it had to do.

Admittedly, it turned out to be useful. The natives showed the turtles some more of the wonders of the jungle as they traveled. Fruits that could be opened to show tasty water within them. Animals that tasted good roasted over a fire. Something that was sweet like honey, although not made by a creature that would have been classified as an insect back on Earth. Even when the jungle presented its dangers, in the forms of swarms of bugs that ate anything nearby, hidden caves to fall in, and large predators, the group worked together. Mikey and Leo certainly proved themselves to the Teal warriors, further cementing the idea of them being spirts or gods in their heads, no matter how much the two turtles tried to deny it.

Finally, after four long days, they stood in front of a large ziggurat, its steps steep. They’d had to negotiate with some aquamarine-skinned people for passage, but they seemed fascinated by Leo, and some stories from their Teal-skinned friends as well as a demonstration of Leo and Mikey’s own prowess seemed to have gained them passage.

Of course, the passage had come with some delays of their own. The aquamarine people had insisted that Leo and Mikey go through an extensive cleaning process, almost like a purification ritual, and had afterwards painted their skin with symbols and lines and adorned them with some clothing and jewelry. It had taken at least half a day, but it had, eventually, been done.

The Teal warriors hadn’t gone through the same rites, and now stood just a little way back from the base of the ziggurat watching. Leo and Mikey both glanced back at them.

“Aren’t you coming?” Mikey asked gesturing towards the stairs.

The reaction was instantaneous. They took a step back, gesturing no rapidly. Leo and Mikey looked towards each other again, and then Leo bowed to them, Mikey following suit.

“Thank you,” Leo said. He held the bow for a moment, and then both he and Mikey straightened, Mikey giving them a wave and a smile, and the two of them headed up the stairs.

The stairs were steep, and there were a lot of them. It was almost exhausting climbing up them, and by the time they got to the top, both brothers were tired, hot, and thirsty. Leo sat down and reached for his legs, massaging his calves.

“I never want to do another climbing workout again,” he said.

Mikey flopped over on his shell. “If I even hear a commercial for a Stairmaster, I’m gonna flip,” he complained.

The two took a short break, taking the opportunity to eat and drink, and then forced themselves to their feet and inside the opening of the temple that sat at the top of the ziggurat. The building looked remarkably similar to the one on the wasp world, or, at least what they could recall of it. This one wasn’t covered in wasp eggs, though, nor any other kind of eggs. The place looked well-kept and decorated, and there in the middle of the center room, was the giant version of the puzzle cube.

“So… any ideas?” Leo asked as he stared at it.

Mikey shook his head. “Nope,” he said.

The two stared at it for a moment, before Leo walked forward and put his hand on it. Like the one on the wasp world, it was heavy and solid. Moving it would take both of them, most likely.

“Donnie and April used some sort of math algorithm to figure out the other one,” Leo said. “Something about a… Fibonacci sequence?”

“Do you have any idea what that is?” Mikey asked hopefully.

Leo sighed, his shoulders drooping a bit. “Nope.”

“Me either,” Mikey said. He ran his hands over the giant puzzle cube, peering at it.

Leo slowly walked around it, trying to remember what it was that April and Don had done. Unfortunately, he’d been less focused on the puzzle cube, and more focused on fighting the queen wasp. He was three-fourths of the way around it when he saw something catch Mikey’s attention. He watched as his brother leaned in, peering at something on the cube.

“What is it?” He asked, making his way over to Mikey’s side.

“Look—they’re hard to see unless you get your head at just the right angle, but I remember seeing these in a notebook Donnie had. They’re symbols.” Mikey gestured at a place, and Leo tilted his head.

“I don’t see—” he stopped as he caught the faintest sight of something, although it was hard to see. “It’s like it’s almost not there.” He frowned a little. “What’s this residue that’s near it?” There was a whitish substance near it, almost like leftover paint or powder. He ran a finger over it, some of it flaking off as he did.

“Hang on, I got an idea!” Mikey said. He went over to one of the bowls that was nearby, peering in it before he moved on to another one. Finally, on the fourth one, he seemed satisfied and came over with it, grabbing something that looked similar to a paintbrush.

“What are you doing?” Leo asked.

“Okay, so I was reading this comic, right?” he said as he moved the brush around in the substance. “And in it there was this abandoned alien ship. The humans went on it, and they were attacked, and all sorts of stuff happened.” He started painting the substance on the place where he’d seen the symbol. “Any way, long story short, there were all these warnings about things left on the ship, but, like, these aliens saw colors human’s couldn’t and they’d written them all in that color and so the humans couldn’t see the warnings until something splashed on one of them that made it show up.”

“And you think that maybe that’s what that white residue is. This stuff, put on it so that the symbols will show up,” Leo said.

“Maybe!” Mikey said. He stepped back, putting the brush back in the bowl and looked at where he’d painted it. “But nothing seems to be happening.”

Leo frowned. “Hold on. I might have an idea now.” He went over to one of the braziers that had been set up, a fire burning in it, and brought it closer to the puzzle cube. Carefully he tipped it over just enough that the fire was close to the painted area. And when he did, the symbol started to glow.

“Alright, Leo!” Mikey cheered. “How’d you know to do that?”

Leo grinned at him a bit sheepishly. “Remember that scene in National Treasure where they use heat to reveal the map on the back of the Declaration of Independence?”

Mikey laughed. “See? Movies are good for you!”

Together Mikey and Leo worked on revealing the symbols on the giant puzzle cube, Mikey painting them as he saw the symbols easier, and Leo bringing and setting up braziers and torches to keep the sources of heat close. When they finished, they took a step back, looking at the device.

“…Now what?” Mikey asked.

“Good question,” Leo said. “I guess the next thing to do would be to figure out if these symbols can help us.” He frowned. “They look familiar.”

“Yeah…” Mikey frowned. “I think… I think Don had some of them written down.”

“I think you’re right,” Leo said. “I remember him calling April, excited about something he had discovered about her puzzle cube.” He shook his head smiling a bit. “We were going to watch Star Trek VI together, but he got so excited that he completely forgot about it. He apologized later.”

Mikey snorted. “Yeah, that sounds like Donnie.”

“I went over to them later… I might remember some of the symbols,” Leo said, frowning.

Mikey shrugged. “Let’s give it a shot!”

Carefully, he and Mikey maneuvered the device into the first configuration of symbols that Leo remembered, fairly sure that Donnie had said that it was the way he’d worked out setting it up to get them home from the wasp dimension. It didn’t work. They tried another variation of it, but again, there was no luck. After about ten different tries, the brothers sat down, taking a break.

“I don’t get it,” Leo said. “I’m positive that first order was what I saw.” He let out a frustrated huff. “I remember him saying it was like a code or an address that could get people from one place to another.”

“Maybe it’s like the Stargate.” Mikey said. Leo looked over at him. “You know—you’ve got to have a gate address, right? But it only works if you’ve got a point of origin, cause then it knows where you’re connecting from and to.”

“Actually,” Leo said slowly, “you might be onto something. Because I remember Don saying something about how he thought one of the symbols was linked to April’s puzzle cube.”

“Which one?” Mikey asked.

“The first one. It was first on the ones he had listed for our escape from the wasp world. But it came last when he was talking about going to the other world he and April had visited.” Leo frowned. He had not been happy to hear that Don and April had gone off on their own like that, but it had been over and done with by that point.

“So, what we need to do is find out what the symbol for this cube is!” Mikey said.

Leo nodded. “Spread out. Let’s see if we can find it recorded anywhere. If we think we see a hint of it around, let’s paint it and try to see it.”

They spread out, examining the puzzle cube and the room from every angle they could find. But after a few hours, it was clear that they were coming up empty. Leo stopped in the middle of the room, frustrated. There had to be a clue! They were so close! He looked down at the floor, for a moment, before rolling his neck around to stretch it out. He let his eyes unfocus, the slightly different colors of the floor blurring as he tried to clear his mind. He was missing something, he knew it. But what?

And then, Leo started. He snapped his eyes back in focus and looked around him at the floor. Glancing around, he jumped up to a corner of the room and braced himself to hold him up.

“Uh, Leo? Watcha doing?” Mikey asked, looking up at Leo like he’d lost his mind.

“Finding our origin symbol,” Leo said.

Mikey blinked at him, and then hopped up into another corner, staring down at the floor with Leo. “Holy movie references, Batman, it’s just like the library scene in Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade!”

“Exactly.” Leo said with a grin.

The two turtles hopped down and quickly went back to the giant puzzle cube. Making sure they had everything they needed with them, they set all the other symbols again, and then, after quite a bit of turning and twisting to get everything lined up just right, managed to figure out how to click the last one in place.

The device lit up, glowing, and Leo and Mikey reached out to each other, neither of them willing to even risk a separation.

“Think we gave it the right address?” Mikey called out.

“I hope so!” Leo replied.

There wasn’t time for more conversation as the device sucked them in, pulling them through it. Leo could only hope that they had gotten the symbols right, and that they weren’t about to end up some place worse.

And then, with an abrupt shift in senses, and a very hard and loud thump, Leo and Mikey crashed to the floor. Leo’s head was still spinning as there were shouts around them, and the sound of feet running towards them. Mikey groaned, and Leo pushed his brother, trying to get him off of him.

“Leo! Mikey!”

“My sons!”

“Guys!”

“Get off of me, Mikey—I don’t need your butt in my face,” Leo complained.

Mikey rolled off of him, and Leo sat up, only to immediately have April hugging him tightly. He looked over to see Splinter already looking over Mikey. He knew that he was next, their father not going to be satisfied until he looked them over himself. Leo hugged April back, even as the others rounded on them.

“Leo what happened?” Raph said, clearly taking in the body paints, the jewelry, and the clothing. “April called, said that you and Mikey had disappeared, but that her puzzle cube was on the ground.”

April let go of him, moving on to Mikey, and Splinter was right there, looking Leo over as well.

“Mikey was messing around with April’s puzzle cube, and somehow set it off,” he explained. “We ended up landing in some sort of jungle, got mixed up with some unfriendly natives, found some friendly ones, got led to a temple with one of the big versions of the puzzle cube, had to go through a ritual to get to it, and then figured out how to use it to get back home.”

“Yeah, it was crazy!” Mikey said. “We had to jump over a canyon, Leo got shot with a poisoned dart—”

“What?” Don exclaimed, rushing over. “Where?”

Leo showed him where on his leg as Mikey continued, both Don and Splinter examining the area

“—the friendly natives gave him some sort of acupuncture to cure it—”

“What?” Don repeated again, practically hissing it between his teeth. “Where?”

Leo pointed to the carefully re-bandaged places on him. Immediately his father and brother set about unwrapping them and examining them.

“—the natives thought we were jungle spirits and gave us a feast, then we walked through the jungle for days and ate a bunch of other stuff, and the hiked up a bazillian steps to get to the top of a zig-zag pyramid—”

“Ziggurat,” Leo corrected, wincing as Splinter pressed on one of the places.

“—and used movie references to figure out how to get home!” Mikey finished with a grin.

“To be fair,” Leo said. “Stargate is a TV show.”

“It was a movie first, bro,” Mikey shot back.

“But we both know you weren’t thinking of the movie when you made that reference,” Leo said.

Don let out a huff, interrupting both of them, and sat back. “I’m… going to have to process all that later. Right now, to my lab, both of you, I’m doing blood work to make sure you’re both alright.” He stood up and shot them both a hard look. “And I mean right now.”

Raph reached down helped Leo to his feet, while Casey helped Mikey to his.

“I will fetch some water and soap to clean the markings off of them,” Splinter said. He turned to get it, and then paused. “Regardless of how you are back, I am glad that you found a way to return to us, my sons,” he said.

“How long were we gone?” Leo asked, letting Raph keep a steadying hold on him, even though he didn’t need it.

“About a day,” Casey said. “Donnie was trying to figure out how to figure out where you guys went the whole time.”

“A whole day?” Mikey said. “Maaan, I missed the Justice Force marathon!”

Raph reached over and lightly whacked him on the back of the head. “Maybe that’ll teach ya not to mess with things, then!”

“I doubt it,” April said amusement and relief both present in her voice.

Leo just shook his head and let out a sigh. It had been a crazy few days for them, and he was currently resigning himself to being a pin cushion for an overly stressed and sleep deprived Don. It had been quite an adventure and, admittedly, the jungle had been beautiful, and the people there interesting. But for all that happened, and all of the beauty of that jungle, he was more than happy to finally be back home.

“Ow! Donnie!” Mikey yelped.

“Oh hush,” Donnie chastised him. “It’s what you get for sending you and Leo off on an accidental adventure. Now sit still and stop complaining.”

Leo smiled to himself and leaned into Raph. Yeah. It was good to be home.

#tmnt #tmntwritefight fic #tmntwritefight #tmnt 2003 #tmnt 2k3 #tmnt leonardo #tmnt michelangelo #tmnt fanfic #tmnt fan fiction

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dpsisquared · 1 year ago

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wipwed Me writing Sylvain reading Bernie writing off-brand Dimileth. I think this is my magnum opus. (Bernie's AO3 pseud is bernbabybern, tags: royal bodyguard AU, angst with a happy ending, rating may change)

"If the bride is half as beautiful as the escort, you'll be a lucky man indeed, Your Highness," said Sir Steven with his trademark wink. Prince Dominic gave the notorious womanizer a warning glare.

"This Sir Steven seems like a great character," Sylvain said. "You should give him a bigger role. Maybe a love interest." He held the pages over his head, ignoring Bernie's hopeless attempts to jump and retrieve them. "I do have one note, though. When the prince says that her smile is a better reward than winning the battle, I think you're making Dimitri a bit too smooth. His Highness has never really had a way with women."

"D-Dimitri? W-where would you get that idea? It's not about Dimitri!" Bernie cried.

"Are you kidding? The handsome and polite Prince of a cold, repressed country falling in love with the beautiful, stoic mercenary that saves his life? This is clearly about Dimitri and the Professor."

"No, it's not!" she insisted.

"What about Sir Phoenix, the dark-haired broody swordsman who hates chivalry?" he asked.

"Lots of people hate chivalry!"

Sylvain sighed. "Don't get me wrong. I'm in favor of anything that helps those two sword-for-brains realize their feelings. It's getting painful, quite honestly."

"Ohhh, I see your plan!" Bernie accused. "You're going to misrepresent my book as slander against the prince so Dimitri will execute me!"

"Bernie, you're being crazy," Sylvain replied. "Why would I want my favorite author executed?"

"Crazy? Oh, I'll show you crazy, Sylvain Gautier!" Launching herself from a chair, she knocked the taller man down and finally snatched the table of contents from him. She ripped off a hunk of paper with her teeth like a wild animal and chewed with single-minded intent. "You're gonna-- *gulp*-- have to do a lot better than that to get one over on old Bernie! I'll destroy the evidence, and no one will ever believe you!!"

#fe3h #dimileth #fire emblem three houses #fire emblem #byleth eisner #dimitri alexandre blaiddyd #blue lions #stuff i wrote #wip wednesday #sylvain jose gautier #bernadetta von varley

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anoelleart · 1 year ago

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Author Ask Tag

Kindly tagged by @mysticstarlightduck 💕

1. What is the main lesson of your story (e.g. kindness, diversity, anti-war), and why did you choose it?

Ultimately The Protolith is story about liberation from gender and imperialist norms. I write more about this in my posts about representation in Fantasy settings. The main character Charlotte combats the patriarchal expectations on her when she's in love with men, even well-meaning ones. She explores her identity as a person of color and how colonization impacted her late mother. It's very fun to explore these themes in science fiction fantasy because you can be incredibly literal. I don't want to spoil my WIP and also I have fully explored these themes yet, so I'll stop here.

2. What did you use as inspiration for your worldbuilding (like real-life cultures, animals, famous media, websites, etc.)?

Honestly, anytime I see something neat, I throw it into my world. It's so easy to fall into making a gas lamp fantasy look like some iteration of Victorian England. I attempted to make the main setting (Lorenzia) a combination of French and Mediterranean culture, flora, food, etc. We have olive trees, lamb is commonly eaten, formal titles are derivatives of Monsieur, Mademoiselle, Madame (but I abbreviate them as M, Mme, and Mde which is not technically correct). The sexually free culture is reminiscent of 1800s France and the oppressive church that of Europe in the same century.

I even have a mountain valley that's based on a rock formation I studied in California; it's rainbow because of the different oxidation states of iron. In contrast, the country where our main character Charlotte's mom is from is loosely based on Nigeria. It's a fun coincidence that the names I've found for these characters are based on Igbo names - which is the tribe from which I'm descendent (yes, I did a 23&Me).

Some of the worldbuilding is done out of convenience. For example, the initial romance arc needs a reason why our love interests Charlotte and Byron can't be together. In every version of this story, he's been a soldier of some kind. It came to me late at night that making him a priest with a vow of celibacy would be the perfect plot device to keep my characters apart. Thus, the militant oppressive Church was born. Eventually, this Church became a thinly veiled statement on religious imperialism, but that's just a happy side effect.

Additionally, I wanted a world where wars are still waged with swords, but has technology such as gas light, running water, the beginning of electricity, steam engines, etc. I decided that in this setting, gun are exceptionally hard to make because due to the atmospheric composition, explosives are more violent and harder to contain.

Finally, I've really wanted to pull science fiction elements into this story, which is where I came up with the World Wound; a crater formed from an ancient meteorite which has never been explored by man.

In summary, I crafted my world based on places I've been (through travel or as a scientist) and for plot convenience.

3. What is your MC trying to achieve, and what are you, the writer, trying to achieve with them? Do you want to inspire others, teach forgiveness, and help readers grow as a person?

Look at answer #1

4. How many chapters is your story going to have?

50 😅 help me

5. Is it fanfiction or original content? Where do you plan to post it?

Original! I've started posting a few chapters here (only the first scene before I redirect readers to Google Drive). I'm not sure how many chapters I'll post here or what I plan to do after my first draft.

6. When and why did you start writing?

I've always been writing! My twin and I used to have a binder of pictures books we wrong in elementary school. We joined Wattpad at the beginning of high school, but both of us moved on from there by the time we were 18. My twin continued on as a fantastic short story writer and future novelist. I stopped writing for a really long time. I started writing seriously last December. I'd flown home to help my mom after she had surgery, and when I wasn't with her I didn't really have much to do. Honestly, it was the most free time I'd had since finishing undergrad four years ago.

7. Do you have any words of engagement for fellow writers of Writeblr? What other writers on Tumblr do you follow?

I just got here so what I say doesn't mean much. Writing something bad is better than writing nothing at all? Cliched advice.

Tagging: @asablehart, @broodparasitism, @carrotblr, @anyablackwood, @authoralexharvey

#writeblr #tag game #fantasy #imperialism #decolonization #writers of color #black women in fantasy #romance #protolith

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therapy-ghost · 1 year ago

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Hi! Here's my information for our mega matchup exchange. Could I please get a romantic matchup for Resident Evil, DC, Marvel, JoJo's Bizarre Adventure, Helluva Boss, Hazbin Hotel, Pokemon (with a preference for Sun/Moon or Sword/Shield), and Genshin Impact?

Pronouns: She/Her

Sexuality: Straight

Age: 20

Zodiac Sign: Gemini

MBTI: INFJ-A

Ennegram: 5w6

Personality: I'm pretty quiet in social settings but if someone talks to me first, I can keep a conversation going. I will occasionally go up to someone to initial a conversation but not very often. With people that I'm close with, I'm very open and sarcastic. And I make a lot of self-depreciating jokes (even though I have a high self worth). I set very high standards for myself but I also usually meet those standards. People say I have a good poker face/a scary glare but I've never seen it. People also say I look like someone who "knows what they're doing".

Likes/Hobbies: Reading, writing, anime, video games, and listening to music (stuff like Hamilton, Panic! at the Disco and Offspring). I want to be a fantasy writer and I am currently studying an English major at university.

Dislikes: Spiders (deathly afraid of those), being forgotten when I'm gone, and disappointing those who I care about.

Looks: I'm 164cm (5'4") and have an average build (not too curvy but definitely not straight up and down). I have green eyes that everyone thinks are brown and curly/frizzy dark brown hair that is down to the middle of my back

I hope you have a lovely day and that life is treating you kindly! Looking forward to getting to work on your matchup as well!

~Eren

Resident Evil: Luis Sera

I love him to be honest(I dont like his remake design tho)

he 100 percent has a pokerface as well, he just has a bit of a hard time keeping it

also makes self depreciated jokes so you can easily have a joke off.

if you two are sitting on the couch and you both see a spider at the same time; he left an hour ago.

he's a hamilton viber; will rock out to the schuyler sisters with you and try and sing you'll be back like in the musical(Spit and all)

DC: Dick Grayson

supportive king right here

you wanna write a fantasy book? already bought! as sson as you start writng he is on the waitlist for one.

he's a bit of a diva; so if he has something to rant about, he play with your hair while you do whatever.

now, unlike Luis, he can deal with spiders for you; he is your knight in spandex armor.

he also will watch anime if you are watching it, just wants to spend time with you sice most of the time he is either working or... working.

Marvel: Bruce Banner

he is also kinda quiet in social settings so you two togetehr is just like your own little bubble.

you have a little corner dedicated to you in his lab for you to write or read or whatever when you come to visit him.

he will help you if you want help in your quest of high standards.

he has somehom gotten hulk not to try and kill you so... yay

JJBA part 5; Bruno

mom's are made to be supportive and thats what he is, he is a mom

he buys a copy of your book once it comes out for everyone.

he would never be disappointed in you; he is there for you always.

he enjoys simple small talk about how your day is going and what you have been up to.

if you need peace and quiet, consider everyone gone on a job.

Helluva Boss: Vortex

bro is chill

he is like 6’11” so you look short compaired to him lol.

music exchanging with each other, I feel like he will enjoy a bit of offspring.

if you need help with anything to achieve your goals, he’s the man.

he’s the extrovert for you so you don’t have to start up conversations and just jump in when you feel like it.

Hazbin Hotel: Lucifer

honestly… *shrug*

golden retriever x black cat but the golden retriever will bite you with out hesitation.

he’s described to be very silly and out going, so I guess the conversations with be fun.

Relates to King George a bit to much(being to head of hell in all his greatness)

treats you like a literal queen; what ever you feel like, videos games, books, movies; you name you have it in your hands in the next 20 seconds, and if you don’t want anything, that’s fine to.

Pokemon Sword and Shield; Raihan

using his internet following to advertise your book once it’s out.

matching bandanna’s for you too

he is probably one of the more extroverted people on this list so conversation jump started

uses you expert ability of dialect to make his post and literally anything seem better.

with his social following and the fact that he is with you; you will never be forgotten

Genshin Impact: Kaeya

This cheeky bastard will pick you up, he is a ‘tall male’ after all.

he is very sweet to you; every time he comes back from a mission with the other knights, his first course of action will to be hunt you down and give you a hug.

he is also quite sarcastic so… joke swat?

he likes to sit literally anywhere and read with you.

if you like to have your hair played with… so does he; so playing with hair is also something he does(it’s a blue character thing)

I really hope you enjoy this; and have a wonderful day/night!!!

#Match up exchange #genshin impact match up #JJBA match up #Hazbin hotel match up #Dc match up #Marvel match up #Helluva boss match up #Pokémon match up

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stackthedeck · 2 years ago

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What are your thoughts on the new Spiderverse run? I'm only reading it because of Cooper and I managed to find some bits here and there.

Have a good one!

I HAVE SO MANY THOUGHTS! First off, there's never been a spider verse that I didn't enjoy because I just love all the creative spins that writers and artists put on the spider mantel!! And usually, a spider verse run means that at least one of the new spiders will get their own mini series or even a full run (Spider-Gwen and Spider-Punk my beloved)

okay this got long specific thoughts and minor spoilers under the cut

And I love the five issue series of end of the spider-verse because all the new spiders are so cool!! And I think the evil wasps work really well because it allows us to check in on the other spiders we know and love but they're turned evil so that we can focus on the new spiders! It's a very visually engaging villain and it really doesn't need to be that complicated for an end of the multiverse story you know

I love Web Weaver more than words can I express I have not stopped thinking about Cooper since I read his issue!! I just want him to have a mini series after all this is over marvel please I will write it!! I think he honestly has the strongest introduction out of all the new spiders because he actually does stuff and it's not just his origin story. His design is gorgeous but also his panel layout was so engaging like that beautiful web page that summoned up his origin story!!! I love his writing and the jokes he makes, you can tell that a gay man wrote his dialogue like yes!! (Steve Foxe, sir I hope marvel lets you write more of this character please Slott can't be trusted with him!) But like he'd have such an excellent mini series because there's a plot hook established before he leaves for the multiverse and it's his relationship with Albert Moon!! It's a love square with two people I'm literally gaging yes please marvel please I need to see how this goes!! Like Cooper and Albert are exes, but Silk and Web Weaver have crushes on each other and Albert kissed Web Weaver! Like oh my god the drama and if I don't get a comic for either of them soon I'm going to fucking write it myself

I also adore the other new spiders!! I like the new spider UK, she's an interesting character with a cool design, but her writing was a little clunky but I think that would have been fixed if she had a whole issue rather than like a quarter. Same with Sun Spider, love everything about her but the writing could have been stronger but also this isn't her first appearance so idk why the felt the need to go over her origins again. I would love for both of them to get their own solos. The character I'm really excited about is Spintress!! I thought her universe was so creative and the way they translated the typical spider man villains into Disney princess stuff. I hope she gets like a children's book or since Disney owns marvel maybe a little animated short in the traditional 2d style like I'd literally kill for that!!

Okay, I love this spider verse, but its whole is less than the sum of its parts. Like it moves into Slott's Spider-Man run and it instantly stops being charming and exciting. It immediately focuses on Peter despite the fact that this whole series started with Anya Corazón and Julia Carpenter! And they started calling Peter the chosen one which fuck no!! The whole point of spider verse is that Peter Parker isn't special, that anyone can take up the responsibility of spider-man, that anyone can be behind the mask!! And then they take away the tension of the evil wasp turning the spiders by saying that 616 citizens can't be turned which like way to bring down the stakes! Noir now has a sword that erases people from existence which fuck fine okay whatever. But the new spiders are instantly pushed to the background so that Peter can have the spotlight! He makes a homophobic comment to Web Weaver, he's nasty to Spintress, and he hates Felicia for no fucking reason!! Like he's so out of character, but it's Slott so idk what I expected. I'm going to read how it ends, but fuck I wish like the core of the story actually cared about the new characters introduced because what's the point of having them there if they don't do anything

#asks #i like it just the way the plot is shaking out is confusing #peter was erased from existence and I fucking cheered

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scorbleeo · 1 year ago

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Book Review: Gideon the Ninth

The Locked Tomb (Book 1) by Tamsyn Muir

Source: Google Images

The Emperor needs necromancers.

The Ninth Necromancer needs a swordswoman.

Gideon has a sword, some dirty magazines, and no more time for undead nonsense.

Tamsyn Muir's Gideon the Ninth, first in The Locked Tomb Trilogy, unveils a solar system of swordplay, cut-throat politics, and lesbian necromancers. Her characters leap off the page, as skillfully animated as arcane revenants. The result is a heart-pounding epic science fantasy.

Brought up by unfriendly, ossifying nuns, ancient retainers, and countless skeletons, Gideon is ready to abandon a life of servitude and an afterlife as a reanimated corpse. She packs up her sword, her shoes, and her dirty magazines, and prepares to launch her daring escape. But her childhood nemesis won't set her free without a service.

Harrowhark Nonagesimus, Reverend Daughter of the Ninth House and bone witch extraordinaire, has been summoned into action. The Emperor has invited the heirs to each of his loyal Houses to a deadly trial of wits and skill. If Harrowhark succeeds she will be become an immortal, all-powerful servant of the Resurrection, but no necromancer can ascend without their cavalier. Without Gideon's sword, Harrow will fail, and the Ninth House will die.

Of course, some things are better left dead.

ISBN: 9781250313188 (2019) | Source: Goodreads

Just So Much of Everything

Gideon the Ninth is a very confusing read so if you are considering this book, please note that Muir included a glossary at the back. I did not know of the glossary's existence until I finished it so it took me a while before I even realised what was thanergy or thalergy. Even then, I still did not quite understand it until I read the glossary so maybe do get yourself acquainted with the glossary before starting on The Locked Tomb trilogy.

When I said Gideon the Ninth is so much of everything, I meant it. Let's begin with Muir's writing style because it is literally the entire book. Muir has a habit of over describing everything and anything which works well when mystery or action are in the play, but when it's just a mundane scene that does not really play into anything, Muir's writing style starts feeling like a drag to read. The good news is there are plenty of mystery or action scenes, the bad news though, the first quarter of Gideon the Ninth doesn't actually need that much descriptive writing. Unless you get past the first quarter, you might not be able to get through the entire book.

Moving on, this is not epic fantasy or hard science fiction but the terminologies used in Gideon the Ninth may beg to differ. This bit plays into the confusion part of my reading experience. As there is not one character in this book that does not know the world of Gideon the Ninth like the back of their hand, so there is no scene where one character asks or answers a question just for the sake of feeding the reader information or explanation. So, our characters just throw their terminologies around in the most casual conversation. This may become a problem if one does not like being in a constant state of confusion for half the book (perhaps a third if the glossary helped).

Briefly mentioned earlier, Gideon the Ninth is an action-packed novel. Personally, I love reading my action scenes. The action comes in almost every other chapter so I can guarantee despite how interesting the story is, this book is not for everyone interested in the premise of The Locked Tomb trilogy.

Last but not least, the amount of deaths truly shocked me. I think it was during the altercation between the Second and Teacher that I finally came to a realisation that there is a lot of deaths in this first book. I honestly have never read a book with this amount of significant deaths before and I'm not hating it even though some deaths pained me.

Gideon the Ninth is not anything I expected it to be, and I seriously got nothing about what the story would be like from the synopsis. Although I enjoyed what I read, I do believe it's just a good beginning to the series, that's all.

Rating: ★★★☆☆

P.S.: Don't we love the banter between Gideon and Harrowhark?

#book review #gideon the ninth #the locked tomb #tamsyn muir #gideon nav #harrowhark nonagesimus

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I've Lost My Passion For Writing

The title of this journal isn’t a joke. I have seriously started to lose my passion that I once had for writing.

I’m sure by now a lot of you have noticed I haven’t been writing any stories of any kind. Or at least anything substantial. You could say that those two stories I have shared about those really awkward plays I saw as a child or the only time I’ve ever actually gotten to play on a real Gamecube while in hospital count as stories but those are more just me retelling events form my past that have stuck with me. And there’s a good reason I haven’t been writing a lot. I’ve HAVE tried to write proper stories. About my OC’s, about fictional characters I like, but I always never get very far into it and sometimes just stop entirely or get distracted by other things I have more fun doing. And there’s a good reason for THAT two. I just haven’t been enjoying writing as much. It’s one of those things I have slowly been coming to terms with a lot recently. In fact the only long form things I’ve even managed to get written up the past few months have both been satirical and if you couldn’t tell from how I wrote those, my way of venting about how modern critics are obsessed with hyperbole and being overly angry and also poking fun at that “Nintendo has FORGOTTEN about Super Mario” video because nothing say’s Nintendo has “””forgotten””” a property like releasing so many games in that franchise in the Switches now almost 7 year life cycle.

To give you an idea of just how bad this has been, the last story about one of my OC’s I wrote was back in April of last year. It was a parody of the Peaches song from the Super Mario Bros movie but sung from the perspective of my girl Mikaela and she was singing about Nessa from Pokemon Sword and Shield as I do have the two in a relationship and loved that part from the film. And before that the last proper full story I wrote was in September of 2022 of Tom Nook from Animal Crossing finally being fed up with some people not paying off their loans at all and taking action tasking my sona Michael with collecting the debt from one of those residents who originally started as a joke OC I made for an April Fools day joke. That’s a pretty big gap to have as someone who is a writer which is actually why I originally tried experimenting with Micro Stories at first since they were only about like two or three paragraphs long and didn’t take much effort out of me. But even those I started to fall out of wanting to do.

So why have I stopped having a passion for something I use to love doing ever since I first started on DA? Well, it’s not for one single reason but actually a couple.

1; I’ve started to find it boring! No matter what I want to write, no matter how much I love the idea and no matter how much free time I end up getting so that I can do a lot of writing, usually about like 5 or 10 mins in I get board of writing and more often than not I end up thinking to myself “I would honestly rather be playing video games or watching a show I’ve been meaning to watch.” Plus, I can only write “this character said this” or describe what someone looks like or is wearing so much before I get bored.

2; Written work is something I’ve always struggled with anyway. I grew up on TV and video games and very little written stuff which might sound ironic coming from me but it’s true. I once tried reading one of the Harry Potter books as a child and I got one chapter in before thinking to myself “I’d honestly rather be watching the movie that’s based off this book.” Hell, I even tried reading the in game books in Skyrim but when I did I would always go “I’m spending my time in this game doing THIS instead of going on an epic and exciting quest?” The only time as a child I’ve ever read a book all the way though that wasn’t one of those ones that only had like two short paragraphs on each page and was like 15 pages long was in 2009 when a friend let me read an old Choose Your Own Adventure styled Super Mario book but that only because it was on a school trip, we were on a long train ride that took several hours and we weren’t allowed to bring our handheld games systems with us so there was practically nothing else to do. It’s a problem I have been trying to fix for many years and sometimes I do read stories on DA when I get the chance, but written works just always been something I’ve struggled with even as a child.

I mentioned before that this is an issue that my passion for this has been dwindling for a while and I’ve tried to find ways to get around this. At first it was writing little short stories to attach to my pics. I was mainly inspired to do this by the likes of other’s like IncredibleIntruder who like me is into hypnosis and especially belly dancing but also puts little short stories in the descriptions of the stuff he commissions and uploads to his page and still continues to do so to this day. I HAD experimented with this kind of stuff before coming across there content but it wasn't until I started seeing some of there commissions I really started to take my stories for my pics seriously. And I’d continue to do this for a lot of my commissions as well. Even if it was a pic the artist didn’t give me permission to upload like with that Symbiote Shantae and Rottytops pic I’d still write a story for it! And eventually, I just only wrote up a short synopsis of what happened in leading up to what we see in a pic in its description because I wasn’t having any fun with these stories anymore. Which again, sucks that I feel that way because I do think about this stuff a lot. Especially the pics based around my self insert sona, something I’m extremely proud to have created, because the whole reason that exists was born of decades of me having a hyper active imagination and always imagining myself actually in the worlds of the games I play, especially ones that let you play as customized characters such as Wii Sports Resort or Mario Kart Wii, and making up my own little Kingdom Hearts styled crossover universe but wasn’t just relegated to stuff belonging to a single property… And also the lore not being a headache to get used to.

For example, the pic of my sona becoming an Ankha Drone I had this whole story planned out while it was getting worked on of them walking into Ankha suddenly in their home on their island with two other Ankha Drones and would be the ones converting my sona into one of them. Then there’s the one of them in the coils of Naga Shantae which would have been right after an encounter with Risky Boots and both my sona and Shantae being very exhausted and Shantae offering some nice and snug coil hugs until we were both ready to head home. And the Techno Drone pic where the story would of involved them knowing about SuperTechno (the artist of that pic who’s sona turns characters into fembots) hypnotizing ladies into being his Fembots while still extending it to males, not being aware of the fact that many of the Fembots in Techno’s army were kidnapped, asking if he could allow himself to be a drone with one of the main reasons he wants this and allows himself to be hypnotized a fair bit is because of not having the best mental state, something I obviously am implying I sometimes have and this was my way of projecting onto them. Similarly, the Ashour Drone pic I got of my sona was going to have a story of them finding Shantae as an Ashour Drone and confused on why she’s the way she is which leads him back to Ammer (again, artist of that pic and who’s sona is a freelance hypnotist hypnotising willing people into being his Ashour Drones) and after looking into him and his drones a bit more offering to be one of his Ashour Drones for a similar reason to the Techno Drone one. Even my most recent pic of my Genie AU sona with Urbosa I tried to write a whole story of her originally finding the lamp and the two of them exchanging some dialogue before using hypnosis on her to influence her wish for a massage.

And yes, this applies to Mikaela pics as well. The collab I got with Violet Scales featuring both our OC’s I wanted to write a story of Mikaela stumbling upon a snake basket housing Jermisha during one of Mikaela’s erotic photoshoots as an explanation as to why she was already dressed in bedlah to begin with. The pic of Naga Mikaela mummified I wanted to write a story of her trying to surprise attack Eliza from Skullgirls to potentially add to her harem but backfiring and resulting in Naga Mikaela mummified by Eliza and coupled with some taunting from the 1000 year old Egyptian Vampire followed by her telling the Naga that she’s going to make a great display peace for her place. Even the pic of Naga Mikaela with Sharah I considered writing a story about her finding Sharah’s ring and putting it on not knowing that there was a cute genie girl inside and that’s how they met.

Hell, even writing this I struggled with doing and the only reason I pushed though was because it felt wrong to not have any new full-length stories without giving an explanation on why. Now at this point I’m sure a lot of you would be saying “Oh there’s an easy solution for this. Just use something like ChatBotGT or some other AI program to do the stories for you! Does all the work and gives you more time to do other things.” But I hope you NEVER fucking said that because telling me to use a style of generative content, which is notorious for being built of stealing other people’s work and passing it off as something ‘original’ just to get over my own lost desire to write is fucking stupid! Honestly, I think the better and more healthy option for me is to just stick with what I’ve been doing for the last few pics. Short descriptions and a brief summery that still add’s lore to my characters if needed. That might disappoint a lot of you who followed me solely for the writing but let me ask you this. What do you think is more important? Me forcing myself to slog though writing a story I’m not having fun writing and even if I do finish it my reaction will be more of a “thank God that’s over” reaction than any sort of positive one or doing shorter stuff that doesn’t take as much time to do and I know most people probably don’t even read anyway (sadly) so I can focus on what I enjoy more?

In fairness I knew this would happen eventually, because how many stories have you heard of creators who have lost their drive and motivation for what they enjoy doing? Need an example? How about Hideo Kojima who didn’t even want to work on Metal Gear Solid 4 originally because he just didn’t have the same passion for this franchise as he did once and the only reason he even agreed to work on 4 in the end was because of all the death threats he got from fans? Or how we almost got a new Jak and Daxter game in between the release of Uncharted 2 and The Last of Us but it ended up being cancelled because no one at Naughty Dog felt any motivation to make a new Jak game and they literally went “Are we really doing this because we want to or because of marketing reasons?” Or how about Geroge Lucas having to put up with so much hate and harassment from Star Wars fans though out the 2000’s just because of how he was telling the story that he created to the point where it just wasn’t fun for him anymore and gladly sold the franchise to Disney when offered without a second thought. (And before any revisionist historians try to comment “umm, no actually! That’s not it! Your just being a Disney apologist!” Clearly you don’t remember what George Lucas said in an interview one time before months before the Disney buy out. “Why would I make any more, when everybody yells at you all the time and says what a horrible person you are” anyone?)

So yeah, I’m sorry if this is sad news to anyone. But because I lack the passion I once had you really shouldn’t expect any new long stories for a good long while.

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Okay, I'm not at all schooled in fiction (my current ratio of engaging non-fiction to fiction is 7:3, and the 3 only gets to be 3 because I count video games and tv shows and anime/manga in), but I feel like your story is perfect for a screen adaptation or video game, too! I'm thinking the Castlevania anime treatment!!!

Left to my own device, I probably wouldn't pick a story like this to read (no shade to you at all! I simply automatically pick something science or philosophy or politics etc. again), but hearing you tell me about it is FASCINATING!!!

You mentioned before that you've got a book you kinda wanna publish but aren't sure if it'd be good in a post or something, I think? The story features someone who's anti-capitalist and wants to help people. I might remember incorrectly, but I think some form of disability might be factored in? Is this the one?! Yes, I said it in Anna's voice. "Is that the one? Thanks!"

Won't Delilah and Augustus ever see each other in another book? Will the dangers in Augustus world ever crop up in Delilah's world, forcing the two to meet each other?

How the fuck does someone like Ione learn to create portals? Is it magic? Does that mean magic exist in Delilah/Gary's world? Surely Ione isn't the only one who can make portals, right?

You answered Q3 correctly! That's exactly what I meant. You also answered Q9 correctly, too. I asked Q3 and Q9 because that's what I'd ask any stranger if I wanna chat with them, and Q9 especially make them say fascinating things that reveal much about themselves (Q3 is harder for most people, though). I imagine your OCs as real people, so the questions naturally came to me!

Delilah and Augustus are both really cool characters (Augustus reminds me a bit of Netflix Castlevania's Alucard due to recency bias, while Delilah just sound like a good friend material), but it's Ione and Gary's psychology that intrigue me the most. They sound like a painful pairing—how did they even work out their kinks when they were together? Why did Ione pick Gary? Because he's nice and exploitable? Because for a moment he offered her something she desire, before she grew weary of it due to it not fulfilling her god complex? What was Ione to Gary when he first met her?

How did Ione come to be someone like this? Did historical, cultural, and societal factors come into play? Was it some life experience coupled with her own latent genetics?

Augustus' enemy is likely someone displeased with his rule and want to start a revolution. Would such an antagonist explot the weak link between Julie and Augustus and use Julie as its movement's "Edelgard", or would Julie be above the deception? What are Julie's true thoughts regarding her dad? Does the mom help

Oh, but I'd be happy if my boy Gary gets more fleshed out! When I was young I wanted to write a story about an NPC side character who's stuck with the main characters and villains, and how all of this actually affects them meaningfully but they were never given the time of the day to express them. It's about being a ghost/intangible to the world this satellite side character was truly involved and yet forced, by the Story, to be nothing important. Now that I hear you describe Gary, I can't help but root for him because of this, haha!

Oh! Addendum! What sort of weapons do each of these characters use/are proficient in? That's right, FIRE EMBLEM STYLE!!!

On that front, non-OCs related but what would be your favored weapons? I ask because I think I'm the only one who fucking hate swords. Fuck swords! I prefer bows and axes. And a Chinese whip called meteor shower. But honestly, if my real life physique comes to play, given how painfully terrible my muscle controls are and how unatheletic I am... I'd probably be good with a bow and a lance. I already shoot arrows as a hobby (self-taught and fumbling through the fundamentals, and never hit the mark), while my lance skills... I mean, I do a lot of house chores! Vaccuming, mopping, sweeping, washing the bathrooms. I use a lance-like thing quite frequently!

Uh, I have zero idea about your OCs, their backgrounds, the plot that's waiting for them, stuff like that... But I do love hearing a friend telling me stories, so!

Tell me about your most beloved OC at the moment!

What do they do?

What's their background?

What's their philosophical stance regarding their own life, or the society they live in?

What are their traits, and what trait would you think is the most trademark of them?

What was their biggest regret?

What is their ambition? What sort of person did they wanna be, and are they on their way to it, or is something getting in the way?

What is their role in, uh, whatever story/plot you have in store for them?

If someone (another character) were to be antagonistic toward them, what would be the impetus that caused that antagonism?

What got them excited lately?

What inspired you into creating them? Is it a character from another story/fiction? A person from real life? Your own life experience?

This should make an interesting read!

I love you thank you for asking questions omg. I don't fully understand all of them so I'll answer as best as I can.

1. What do they do?

Ione trapped her son in a fantasy winter hellscape. As for job then idk. Her daughter Delilah is a kindergarten teacher and she destroys the portals that Ione made. Augustus is Ione's son and he's the king of a country called Sletan. He hardly interacts with his bio family in canon but he does kill a bunch of evil artificially created monsters :3

2. What's their background?

Ione is an African American/English woman born and raised in England in 1963. Idk much about the English school system but she's fairly average. She married a man named Gary at 22 then they left and moved to Spain when she 23 and they had a son called Augustus a few months later. Two years later they had Delilah.

Augustus and Delilah both had fairly normal childhoods until 1996. Augustus (age 10) was put in that fantasy world and was from then on tutored. Delilah was obviously horribly messed up by this and took time off from school a lot and fell behind with her education but she caught up again by about age 14.

Gary never recovered and ended up retiring early and still in the present (2021) is extremely depressed and has nightmares about Augustus' "dissappearance". Gary has always been a very normal guy and he never knew about the portal stuff Ione had going on. He loved his kids a lot so it's obvious that losing one would kill him. He still has a good relationship with Delilah though, this isn't some bs like with Rodrigue and Felix.

3. What's their philosophical stance regarding their own life, or the society they live in?

This question confuses me a lot but I'll try my best to answer!

Ione honestly sorta has a god complex. Idk how she feels about the Spanish government.

Delilah is fairly normal as well but still feels guilty about Augustus' dissappearance because the lie Ione told her could have been prevented if Delilah had gone with him. Gary is similar.

Augustus does like his life how it is now cause his adopted parents agree that Ione was absolutely horrible and they treat him well and he resents Ione. He often has feelings of doubt about if his adopted parents truly love him cause his own birth mother didn't, so who's to say some random people do? These feelings of doubt slowly go away during the story though cause not only does he have a daughter of his own but he also ends up loving a crap ton of people. He's a very loving guy and he just realizes his mom was just evil and it is not difficult to love people with your entire heart. As for the society? Ough he's the king lol.

4. What are their traits, and what do you think is the most trademark of them?

Ione is a smiley type of villain. She's very calm and smiles while killing you kinda person. Her defining trait is that she has a very keen perception of time and objects. She can accurately guess the amount of peas on a pile or how long has passed since she ate lunch down to the minute without looking at a clock or even the placement of the sun.

Delilah is very sweet. She's an artist and is extremely good at teaching things to others but can easily get a bit caught up in leadership roles and forgets to listen to the group she's supposed to be helping. Her trademark trait would probably be her patience cause she's so incredibly patient with everyone. For a large chunk of the story, she's forced to work with this obnoxious guy Salvador and she is very good at keeping her cool, even when he says something horribly mean or refuses to help. Don't worry she does get to lose her temper and yell at someone and set a building on fire at the end of the story.

Augustus is a sorta calm and calculating type, think a bit like Seteth or Selena. He loves people a lot but isn't too great at showing it cause he's not huge on being affectionate lol, he often just says things like "I love you with my entire heart and I would be devastated if anything bad ever happened to you" in a completely monotone voice. His defining feature is that he's very very quiet. He does not talk a lot at all and when he does then he doesn't speak very loudly. He's changed a lot since I first made him but one feature that's been a constant is the fact that he's quiet.

5. What's their biggest regret?

Ione is probably getting rid of Augustus cause she doesn't care much for him but she doesn't like not being able to return to that world. She's really shallow and doesn't care much for her family at all.

Gary and Delilah are both that they didn't do something the day Augustus went missing because they think that they could have saved him.

Augustus' is probably that he didn't spend more time with his daughter, Julie, cause she now hates him and he thinks it's cause he wasn't a good dad (it's actually cause Ione ruined everything)

6. What is their ambition?

Ione and Gary don't have much of anything going on. Ione doesn't keep the portals to reach a goal, she mostly just has them for fun and out of curiosity.

Gary, again, is just really depressed and doesn't do much ever. He keeps a kitchen garden.

Delilah is happy with her life. She is trying to learn to play the harp though.

Augustus gave up on ever trying to go home so his main ambition is to kill the artificial monsters that terrorize Sletan.

7. What is their role in the story?

There's two separate stories, one featuring Delilah and the other takes place in Sletan.

In the Sletan story, the protagonist is this girl Melinoe but Augustus is a deuteragonist. Ione and Delilah never show up.

In Delilah's story then she's the protag alone with that obnoxious jerk I mentioned before Salvador. Ione starts out as a normal motherly character and ends as the antagonist. Gary is a side character who doesn't do much at all.

8. If someone (another character) were to be antagonistic towards them, what would be the impetus that caused that antagonism?

Ione gave away Augustus, when Delilah finds out then they become antagonists for each other basically.

Augustus is a king so probably just someone who wanted to kill him or start a revolution.

9. What got them excited lately?

Idk about Ione shed weird.

Delilah probably got excited about progress with learning the harp.

Augustus infodumped to his wife about some book he read.

I do not really know what you mean with this question.

10. What inspired you to create them? Is it a character from another story/fiction? A person from real life? Your own experience?

OOOOOOOOOO Augustus was inspired by King Rhoam from botw. At first he was supposed to be this super sweet and lovely old guy but then I did a 180 and made him evil like Lyon and Valter instead. After a while of making him worse and worse, I decided to make him nice again and he's now mostly inspired by characters like Seteth, the handler and Maximilian Morrel.

Delilah was originally heavily inspired by Edelgard but then she morphed into a normal person over time.

Ione?? Idk wtf happened. Originally I saw pics of a causal suit + crop top combo on pinterest then drew a character like that then decided she was actually evil and 60 and hates her kids.

Gary just sorta popped into my noggin one day cause I decided Ione needed a husband.

And while we're here, inspiration for Juno (Augustus' wife) was from Monica fe8. Julie was inspired by Neimi and Flayn. Salvador was unpaired by gaucho clothing, Zuko and Dimitri

#I don't care if it's a fully written book or just an elaborated daydreaming story #but I'm sincerely impressed by the whole list! What a treat!!#I daydream a lot too and uncontrollably and I'll never talk about them BUT that hobby makes me love these worlds you've created even more

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idv-sunsxin3 · 2 years ago

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Dorm leaders with shinobu!mc like how she's beautiful and frightening demon slayer. Her breathing style, beauty and knowledge of poison. Thank you for reading this

Dorm Leaders with KNY Shinobu-Like! MC

Headers’ art via Twisted Wonderland Official Game

{Headcanons/Scenarios}

Female! MC

Note// Last anime-twst content post before ignoring everything else that has to do with anime-character-like! MCs because I feel like I’ve been requested with only that- :’3

To be honest, I can only write for few of the dorm leaders in this request because that’s all I have in mind about Shinobu! MC to be honest-😔

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Doesn’t like your energy despite of your grin, it alarms him-(though he often doesn’t show that-)

Ehhhhhhh- Let’s just say you turned out to be a scary and intimidating woman at the end- he underestimated you,,,, even his henchmen wouldn’t want to mess with you and your venomous weapon-

Unless you’re desperate enough to make a deal with him about helping you to have your revenge from a certain demon who killed your sister-

If no, then congrats, I think you just got a nerd simping for you- I can see the malewife-girlboss dynamic, try to convince me if I’m wrong- >:)

Idk, but all I can think is that Kalim is not scared at first unless you have the guts to threaten him with poison and death-/ih

However, i also can see him being whipped by you for being so pretty ngl and pretty skillful with what you know and do,,,,- 🥺

Kalim often mistakens you as a giant butterfly MANY TIMES and ALWAYS screams in fear as the reaction whenever you appear while you were just flapping your long sleeves like wings as you hop into roofs of buildings nearby djdjddjdjjdjd-

I honestly feel like MCs that are like Shinobu would be most likely accepted to be a Pomefiore student (as they have both the beauty and the skills in poison-)

However, I think Vil would probably not get along at first because you may not agree with the big amount of hours of skin care and every beauty routine plan Vil demands other dormmates to take and do- as you’re a pretty tough yet a graceful fighter than a model.

But then, I think there’s a love-hate relationship between you as you both have something in common(sweet revenge-). He would pretty much support you in poisoning someone you despise, “go slay, girl-“ vibes.

I feel like you would interact with each other by having tea together, talking about gossips or sharing advices and tips about life-

Finds your breathing style aesthetic lowkey impressive, would request (with recompense afterwards) if he can have you perform breathing style for some of his modeling photo shoots- (If you’re on the canon Shinobu leaning side, you might probably reject it- 😅 if you would be glad to help, Vil would make sure you won’t regret it- x’3)

He is nonetheless unfazed around you whenever you look angry with that cheerful-looking smile.

There’s this dynamic…. Giant, dense sweetheart and tiny, scary woman-

I’m pretty much struggling about alternative HCs that might fit him the most; either he can read you like a book, or like the himbo he is, he just looks so dense when you’re actually angry and still copes with you smh-

Deep inside, I think you both would sword fight in your hangouts, Malleus would be the type of a fighter who can catch up to your level.

He is a big listener, and a politely quiet one- he would always be open at night to listen to you vent whenever you take night strolls together.

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ladymorghul · 2 years ago

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modern au: the targtowers are off to uni. what are they studying, and how is everyone feeling about moving out?

oof this is a good question for a modern au 👀

honestly, i don’t even know

i feel like aegon doesn’t wanna go to uni but also it would mean getting away from his mother who wants to prepare him to take over the family business but also she wants him to go into business administration and that would bore him (at least he thinks so now) and would also further prepare him for what his mother wants.

deep down, i see aegon as maybe wishing to study something artsy. maybe music, maybe art, maybe writing, maybe even theatre... but this is only if he really had to choose because that boy’s lazy af. (can relate here)

helaena would maybe go into biology or something related like animal science. she sometimes tends to like animals and bugs and the like more than people (people often lie, say what they don’t mean, don’t really understand her but also don’t try to understand her), but it could also be conservation related. i’d say either an art, biology or environmental sciences. somewhere around that. i feel like helaena could become an advocate for animals and the enivornment if she maybe stops trapping spiders in seashells.

aemond could do either classical studies, history and maybe even political science. one thing’s for sure. he’s a history nerd. he loves swords and medieval warfare and fantasy books and just generally literature. but i feel like he’d conditioned not to choose these as his majors. his mom likes that he enjoys literature and such, but i feel like she’d push him into political science or also business administration because if aegon’s not gonna care, she can at least have aemond. he can still minor tho!

i feel like daeron could marketing/business administration, or something engineering related, or both in some way.

#asks #aegon ii targaryen #helaena targaryen #aemond targaryen #daeron targaryen

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bnha-more-like-bnh-gay · 3 years ago

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Rarepair headcanons because I am ignoring my problems

Serodeku:

Izuku reenacts the Spider-Man movies with Sero. Izuku is MJ. They also alternate being Spider-Man sometimes

They skate together

They get very protective when people call their boyfriend “plain”

They play dnd together

Sero tries to make sure that izuku gets some rest

They’re both kinda insecure, izuku more than sero, but still; and they make sure to reassure each other as often as possible

Sero likes listening to Izuku’s ramblings and finds them cute. He has told izuku this, only for the poor boy to imitate a tomato

After Izuku has been particularly reckless, Sero takes advantage of his quirk, wraps Izuku in bubble wrap, and tapes it there

Tokodeku:

Jocknerd bf and goth bf, we love to see it

Tokoyami teaches izuku how to sword fight

They start a dnd club at U.A.

Izuku talks to dark shadow a lot, Dark Shadow approves of him, and has claimed the spot of best man at their wedding

Izuku comes up with ideas to help Tokoyami gain control with Dark Shadow

Dark Shadow is very protective over Izuku, no matter how many times Tokoyami tells him that he can take care of himself, Dark Shadow will put himself between Izuku and any form of danger as often as possible

Dekoyama??? Aoyama/izuku:

Aoyama gives him makeovers, obviously

Aoyama drags izuku to the mall and tries to revamp some of his wardrobe, but he actually finds the “pants” and “flannel” type shirts cute

They help each other train their quirks

Aoyama is trilingual, and teaching izuku English and French.

Izuku always brings Aoyama home some new cheese

Y’all, I love them so much. There needs to be more aodeku content

Monoshinsou:

They have people watching dates. They come up with stories for the people they’re watching; their job, family, background, etc.

They judge people together

They call each other “love”

They’re both dramatic bastards, who will flop onto their lovers lap and proclaim their death due to a minor inconvenience

They jokingly sh*t-talk class A

Shinsou said “I love you” first, and it was because Monoma brought him coffee to class

Monoyama:

Like monoshinsou, they’re both dramatic bastards, who will flop onto their lovers lap and proclaim their death due to a minor inconvenience

They go shopping together and pick out the most dramatic pieces of clothing for each other

I love them so much, please 😭✋

They have tea parties every week, where they sh*t talk everyone else and gossip

They are both fancy bastards, and they wear the most exquisite outfits to go grocery shopping, and the outshine everyone

They both actually make clothing, they’ll go fabric shopping together. Gift exchanges are often articles of clothing that they’ve made for each other

Momomei:

They work on gear together!!!

Momo makes sure that mei gets some sleep

Mei helps redesign momo’s suit

They often work together with izuku to work in gear and such

They actually got together after izuku introduced them. He had been working on gear with mei, and studying with momo and he thought they’d hit it off. He was correct

Shintsuyu:

Dude they’d be so cute

Tsu is a vent gremlin, and you can’t change my mind. So she and shinsou will play a game where they try to find each other. Tsu is in the vent and shinsou is in the classrooms. Shinsou will try to find whichever vent she’s in, or she’ll find whichever classroom he’s in, in 20 minutes or less

I always headcanoned tsu as a dog person, so they’d have two cats and two dogs, and a bunny that they named Deku

They like comparing their friends to animals, hence the bunny, Deku

Kamideku:

Kaminari is a flirt, and izuku does n o t know how to handle it

Kaminari likes listening to izuku’s ramblings, and can keep up with them. He’ll ask questions on things too, and Izuku has never felt more appreciated

I don’t know why I feel like they’d have so many animals, but I do. They’d have so many, man. Three cats, two dogs, four sugar gliders, a hamster

Adhd power couple. They hyperfixated on complimentary things at the same time one time

Kaminari tutors izuku in English, and izuku turots kami in some other subjects. He’s also teaching kami JSL on the side. Kaminari has a live of languages

Momochako:

Study dates, Momo asks ochako to quiz her a lot

Ochako takes to floating momo’s things when she wants attention. Especially when Momo is studying. She makes a game out of how many things she can float until the other girl notices

Uraraka’s confidence does wonders for momo’s. Uraraka always makes sure to reassure momo that she is strong and that she can do this

Momo makes Uraraka whatever her heart desires. Uraraka blushes all the time, and momo takes great pride in getting her girlfriend to blush

Minatoru:

Mina clings to everyone, but especially to toru

They give each other stuffed animals so often. They’ll go to the store to get food, and come back with three stuffed animals that reminded them of each other

Please, they’re so cute 😭✋

They will play hide and seek, I stand by this.

Mina helps toru design a new costume. I hate hers, it’s horrible, and sexist, and not suitable for a fucking child

Toru says that pink is her favorite color

They flirt with each other all the time. Half the class thinks it’s cute, half of them used to think it was cute.

Iidamomo:

I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again, but study dates. they quiz each other, and it actually gets pretty competitive

They also have rage room dates. I will not budge on this. Iida tried to murder someone, and I am excited to see momo finally snap. She deserves it

They alternate paying for dates, don’t try me.

The go hiking a lot

They started liking each other after one late night, both having nightmares. Momo had tea, and offered some to Iida. They talked until the early hours of the morning

They can’t flirt. They try. But they’re horrible at it. They’ll compliment each other all day long, but they cannot flirt.

KIRIDEKU, MY BELOVED:

Y’all,,, y’all, I love them so much

They train together, obviously

They ran into each other one night in the common room after both having nightmares. They talked about middle school, how they were both bullied, izuku’s quirk coming in late, katsuki being abusive, kiri being bullied because his quirk wasn’t “cool.” After that, they were practically inseparable.

They started going on dates, not that either of them knew they were dates. The entire class knew, so did the teachers, so did the rest of U.A. Kirishima picked up on it first after a comment from Mina, he had is realization.

So, he started courting Izuku. Not thag izuku realized this. He brought him flowers on most ‘dates,’ he bought him hero action figures whenever he could, he complimented him until Izuku was red in the face (which was honestly very easy.) Still, izuku remained ignorant to the fact that he was indeed dating Kirishima.

The final tipping point, was due to Uraraka’s help. She was quite tired of watching the two of them pine for each other. It was amusing for the first couple months, watching Kirishima try so hard, and Deku being totally oblivious. However, she took pity on her friends after a while.

So, Uraraka devised a devilish plan to get the two together. She involved Mina, Sero, and kaminari in this plan. What was the plan, you ask? Oh, simply to trap the two in one room until they broke through izuku’s obliviousness.

Kirishima finally “straight” up admitted his feelings, to which Izuku had the sudden realization of “oh my gods, have we been dating this whole time??” Yes, Izuku. Yes you have.

They have two anniversaries after that.

Let’s be honest, they are really, annoyingly, horrifically lovey dovey. Kirishima brags about having “the manliest and bestest boyfriend in the world.” Izuku flaunts his many PowerPoint presentations on how talented and incredible Kirishima is

Uraraka doesn’t know if she did the right thing by helping them. She is so tired

Tsujirou:

Jirou makes playlists for tsu

The few sane ones in class A, I swear

They go on walks in the rain as often as they can

They go for dates in the bookstore too. They each pick out an album and a book for the other to listen to and read

Y’all, they make so much sense togetherrrrr, I’m love them 🥺

Jirou started liking tsu after the crew saved bakugou. Jirou sat with tsu after momo, Iida, kirishima, Todoroki, and izuku apologized and sat with her. They had movie night, and Jirou joined the Bakugou saving crew and tsu with taking well into the night. She just appreciated how much tsu cared

Tsu started liking Jirou after she helped Iida, momo, and izuku try to keep the class in order. She appreciated how diplomatic and calm she was

Jirou would talk to izuku all night long about how gay she was, and how adorable tsu was. So, izuku decided to try and suggest ways for Jirou to ask her out.

She did not end up getting to ask her out though, as Tsu walked up to her the next morning f and asked if she wanted to go on a date. Jirou said yes. Izuku cried

Izujirou:

They make playlists for each other

They go for runs on the beach a lot

They both have insomnia, and often spend time making blanket forts and talking, or FaceTiming and listening to music

Jirou walks into the common room once a week looking for new music. She started liking Izuku after he made a playlist for her for one of these occasions.

They’re both quite awkward when it comes to romance, but neither of them will shy away from facing the truth. So, Jirou made izuku a playlist filled with love songs that reminded her of him and sent it to him. Sadly, izuku is dense as hell.

So, then Jirou wrote a love song and told izuku that the song was for him. Sadly, izuku is dense as hell.

So, then Jirou write analysis about izuku’s quirk for him. Sadly, izuku is dense as hell

So, then, after thinking that Jirou had done so much for him, izuku made her a playlist filled with love songs. Jirou took this to mean that izuku had finally picked up on her feelings, and accepted them.

So, they started to go on dates. Not that izuku knew this, as he is dense as hell. All leading up to izuku finally confessing his feelings on one of their ‘dates,’ to which Jirou responded, “dude, we’re already dating? Aren’t we? I- I thought that was obvious??”

May this awkward couple be forever blessed

Tokoyama:

Goth/prep boyfriends, we love to see it

At least once a day, Aoyama will proclaim that Tokoyami “shines almost as bright as he does, in his fabulous emo way”

They sword fight, and come up with really dramatic scenarios and scenes that they’re in

They bond over being in the izucrew and their shared love of swords. Aoyama took fencing classes in middle school, and Tokoyami got into sword fighting after watching it in pirates of the Caribbean as a young child. He is self taught and watched countless videos on the art of sword fighting

Tokoyami asked Aoyama our by dramatically presenting him with a dagger and going “will you accompany me on a formal outing as my lover?”

Shinyama:

They flirt constantly

No really, it’s getting quite annoying. Someone please stop them.

They both plop down in random areas and proclaim their deaths, the difference between them, is that Aoyama will burst into shinsou’s room, and yell “love, I’ve been murdered. Mourn for me” while plopping down on shinsou’s lap. Shinsou can be found laying face down outside aoyama’s door, and when Aoyama goes to open the door, he just goes “I’ve been murdered.”

^^ one time, shinsou did a very fun Halloween prank for this, where he poured fake blood all over himself for Aoyama to find him an hour later, asleep.

Nap dates. Aoyama get glitter all over shinsou’s room

Iiyama:

Aoyama enjoys making Iida blush, obviously. But he takes joy in doing it specifically when class is about to start. Aizawa is tired of his shit

Here is how I think an iiyama conversation might go:

Aoyama: I ask for one thing in this relationship-

Iida: Aoyama, you know that’s a lie-

Aoyama: for my boyfriend to carry me around all day-

Iida: Aoyama, I cannot feasibly do this with class-

Aoyama: and I don’t think that’s too much to ask for 😤

Anyway, Aoyama got carried around all day that day, despite Iida’s blush and Aizawa’s eye twitch

Everyone in the izucrew is close, but Iida and Aoyama started to get close after Iida told the crew about Stain. Aoyama wanted Iida to know that he wasn’t alone, and that he wanted to help him. So he started packing extra cheese for lunch and giving it to Iida. Iida was very confused at first. But this was Aoyama trying to court him. This was only made apparent by momo and Jirou telling Iida that this was aoyama’s attempt at expressing romantic interest.

Aoyama flirts with everyone, that’s just who he is. But with Iida? Oh it was tenfold. The poor boy was red in the face constantly. Aoyama was a persistent little bugger too, following him around and calling him ‘mon amour’

Kirikamideku:

My dearest traffic light trio, I’m love them

They train together, and kiri and kami always appreciate izuku’s analysis snd ideas

Kiri falls even more in love with izuku and kaminari when they go off on rants. Izuku rants and kami can keep up with him so he asks questions about it. Kiri loves to watch his boyfriends go on rants, I don’t make the rules, but I do enforce them

They started to get closer after kami and kiri found bakugou causing a ptsd flashback (could be on purpose of an accident, up to the reader.) they stated with him and tried to talk him through it. After this, izuku started to tell them about having been a “late bloomer” and being bullied, etc. (I don’t know, man; I tend to over share after flashbacks and after panic attacks)

Izuku tutors them in several subjects, but kami tutors them in English. Kiri just falls in love with his smart boyfriends

Izuku is teaching kami JSL and kami is helping izuku with English and Italian (personal headcanon that Italian has been one of kami’s special interests) kiri loves to listen to them, and finds it relaxing and calming to hear them do this. When he has panic attacks, he’ll ask them to tutor each other in different languages

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swordofpevensie · 4 years ago

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We Will See (Prince Caspian x You Fic.)

requested: by @lovecatystuff Hi! Could you write something with Caspian and arranged marriage, when both of them didn't want it at the beginning but later he see how caring and lovely she is, please? Thank you in advance! 💜💜💜

warnings: angst, arranged marriage, the reader (you) has a terrible father, mentions of violence, implying of rape, almost violence, we defeat sexist idiots here, miraz is a jerk, slowburn.

word count: 5005

a/n: i sincelery hope you like it caty because you are so cute and deserve to be happy. i’m so excited to share it with you! (｡♡‿♡｡)

my masterlist is not here because you know, i broke it.

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The first time you saw Caspian, you were sure that you hated him. First of all, he was so spoiled, because he was the prince of a strong empire. He was also conceited. He didn't even greet you. And you could tell he was doing his best not to look at you.

While your father and Miraz were discussing how this marriage would be and its benefits, you and Caspian just sit there. No one asked you what you thought, if you wanted to get married, if you liked each other. You felt like a worthless and pathetic animal waiting to be sold to its new owner. You wanted to cry and escape from that room, that castle and get lost. You wanted to be alone for the rest of your life because you were sick of your greedy father and sacrificing yourself for his benefits.

“My Lord,” You heard your father speaking. “I'm sure this marriage will make both of us stronger than we already are.”

Miraz nodded; there was an evil smile on his face.

“You know she will stay here,” He spoke. “Is she good and obedient? I don't want a bride who is a rebel in my castle.”

Your father had a little flashback about you. You fighting with a sword, showing up in the castle covered in mud, the time you bit a man's hand because he was trying to stop you from fighting, you yelling at your father because he didn't allow you to go outside, the time you fell into a hole with your horse while you were training.

“She is absolutely obedient, my Lord.” Your father said. You tried so hard not to smile. “She will not cause you any problems.”

Miraz looked at you; there was something in his eyes that made you so uncomfortable. But you didn't look away, answered his eyes and stared at him until he felt annoyed and turned his head.

“Then, let the preparations begin!” Miraz shouted.

Your father signified you to come with his hand. When you stood up to go, Caspian did the same.

“May I talk with you before you leave, Princess Y/N?”

You didn't ask your father for permission on purpose. He beat you and forced to you to get married no matter how hard you tried to fight back and stop him. Now, you were determined to turn his life into a ceaseless torture.

“Yes, of course.” You replied him. Honestly, you were surprised that he condescended to talk to you.

“I think it will be better if we can talk alone. Would it be okay for you to go out?”

“I'd like to go outside.”

Your father grunted angrily and intended to stop you but Miraz stopped him.

“We should let young lovers talk.”

When you were finally outside, Caspian stopped in the middle of the garden.

“Thank you for accepting my offer, Princess Y/N.” Caspian started to speak. “I know you do not want to get married with me. I totally understand that, we've just met and maybe you have someone else in your heart, or maybe you just do not like marriage.” He cleared his throat. “What I'm saying is although we both do not want this marriage; I think we should try to enjoy it. I do not expect you to love me and I can't love you suddenly but if we try to be friends, things may be easier and bearable. What do you think?”

You didn't like him, that was a fact, but his words offended you somehow. Especially when he said bearable, you felt very offended. Were you ugly or not enough for him? Were you a person who was annoying and unbearable? You didn't do anything wrong in the short time he saw you. Why did he use such words then?

“Yes, Prince Caspian, I do not want to get married to someone like you and I will do whatever it takes to stop this marriage.”

He seemed angry. “You cannot stop it now. They've already decided. We are getting married, no matter we like it or not.”

“I can stop it!” You raised your voice. “And I will!”

He rolled his eyes. “Could you stop your father when he first informed you about the marriage?”

Your answer was silence.

“That's what I thought.” He took a short breath. “I know you are angry and sad. I feel the same things. You are not the only one who is forced to marry. If we can respect each other and become friends, we can at least have a good time despite their evil intentions.”

“No,” Your voice shook. “I will stop my father. I will try harder.” When you felt your tears coming, you turned around and left Caspian there.

Caspian was sure that he hated you. Although it was the first time he saw you, he thought you were unbearable and about to turn his life into a nightmare.

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It had been a month since you and your father left Miraz's castle. During this time, you kept fighting with your father and objecting this marriage but he was determined and strong.

He punished you, made you stay in the dungeons for a week, locked you in your room and let you out only when tailors came to prepare your wedding dress.

You felt nothing but unhappiness. Sometimes you weren't even there, people talked to you but you didn't hear. You were unhappy, sad and broken because you felt like nothing, no one. You opinions weren't important, your voice wasn't heard. You didn't want this marriage because your mother and father's marriage was also arranged and your mother suffered because of your father for her whole life. You were scared to have the same fate.

However, no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't stop your father and your wedding day came. You, your father and the maids travelled to Miraz's castle the night before the wedding.

The maids helped you get dressed, they did your hair, put some scent on your body, and you were ready to go.

Your father was with you during the ceremony. He escorted you until you arrived to the dais and Caspian held your hand.

Your dress was dark red; you noticed Caspian's cape was the same colour. He wore black trousers and boots, his shirt was also black.

You made your marriage vows but both of you kept it short and simple.

Caspian had managed to convince his uncle not to have a ball after the wedding. Miraz accepted because he didn't care about your wedding at all and he didn't want to deal with people.

When you were informed that there wouldn't be a ball last night, you were glad. You didn't want to want to dance with him and pretend to like him.

Therefore, after ceremony ended, Caspian and you went to your room. The place you would stay for the rest of your life. You hated every step you took and every single minute you walked. Caspian was holding your hand until you arrived to the room. It was a matter of form.

He opened the door and waited for you to go inside.

You were scared. What if he wanted to make... It? Would he hurt you if you said no? You had no weapon with you because your father made sure you didn't take any. You could fight with him with bare hands but what if he had a weapon? Your heart was beating so fast and your legs felt numb. You entered the room and just stood. You didn't know what to do.

But when you turned and looked at him as he closed the door, you realized he seemed nervous.

“So...” He said in a low voice. “We have to be here tonight, to make others believe in our marriage. Will you just sit and pout or would you like to talk with me? My books are there,” He pointed the right side of the room with his finger. “I mean if you like reading history.”

He was not going to hurt you. You took a short breath in relief. You felt all your muscles relaxing and that numb feeling leaving your body.

“I love history.” You replied him. You tried to sound friendly. He was right, you had to stay in the room until morning and maybe spending time with him wouldn't be so bad?

He took a step towards you, meanwhile you stepped back reflexively. He frowned.

“I know we do not know each other yet. The first thing I need you to know about me is I will never hurt you. I am not a violent person; you don't need to fear me.”

You just nodded.

“Is there anything you need me to know?”

“You should fear me.” You said and he laughed.

“Why?”

“I am an excellent fighter.” You were really proud of yourself. “There is no man I can't beat in a sword fight.”

“Oh, okay, Princess Y/N is fierce.” He had a smile on his face which made him look very friendly and warm. “Would you like to fight with me at dawn?”

“Of course.”

He extended his hand. You took and shook it. You looked at each other for a few minutes, without breaking the handshake.

“History,” You said when you realized you'd been holding his hand. “Books. Could you please show me your books?”

“Please,” He pulled the chair behind the desk for you. “Be my guest, Princess Y/N.”

You smiled as you sit.

“What do you like to read?”

“I read anything I find.” You replied. “But my favorite subjest is Narnia tales.”

He seemed suprised. “Do you know about them?”

“Of course I do. My mother used to tell me their stories. Kings and Queens of old, I am very fond of them.”

“Talking about Narnia is forbidden here.” Caspian said. “My uncle doesn't like Narnians.”

“So how do you know?”

“I have a professor. He teaches me. Wait a second.”

He turned his back to you and started to search something in his bookshelves. One wall of the room was used as a bookcase. He took a book from the back of the shelf. He brought the book and put it to the desk.

“May I sit?”

“Yes, yes please.” You moved a little when he sat to the chair next to yours.

He opened a page. “Here is one of their pictures.” He explained. His voice was confident and excited. You could tell how interested he was in Narnia. “This is High King Peter, this is King Edmund, this is Queen Susan and this is Queen Lucy.”

You nodded as you looked at the picture. “It is very beautiful.” You'd never seen their pictures before. “Do you know Mr. Tumnus?”

“No, I have never heard this name before.”

“Oh, he was an satyr and Queen Lucy's friend. They say when she first came to Narnia, Mr. Tumnus saw her and welcomed her in.”

“Who else do you know?”

And you talked about Narnia, Kings and Queens, fairytales, your favorite stories and heroes, what might have happened to Narnians. You chatted about yourselves too. Your childhood, your training stories, what you liked to do, what your favourite food was.

He wasn’t that bad, actually, he wasn’t bad at all. Communicating with him was easy, he was friendly and talkative. He smiled frequently and was always careful, never got closer to you before asking.

You thought maybe he was right after all. You were married now and neither he nor you could rise against your father or Miraz. Maybe things would be better if you started trying to be friends with him.

That's why you were nice to him whole night. You let him see the true you, the funny, nice, kind and lively you. And he liked that side of you. He hoped you'd never stop being like that because he hated to see you upset and broken. The day when you talked in the garden was a nightmare for him. You seemed so unhappy, so tired and upset and he felt the same things. The look inside your eyes broke his heart, which was already damaged.

Because when his uncle told him he'd get married, Caspian was so scared. He was too young to be married. He had dreams, wishes, and plans in his head. He was going to be a seafarer and search for Narnians. But this marriage would mean to stay inside of the kingdom and with his future wife. He hated that thought. However he still hoped his chosen wife would be someone easygoing so that even though he wouldn't love her, he could still have good time with her and try to make her happy.

That hope was destroyed by you when he tried to talk with you. He was disappointed and sure that his life would be a disaster from now on. He thought you'd make his life a torture for him.

Spending time with you, however, changed his thoughts. He realized you were nice and easygoing when you wanted to be. You were funny and very wise. Every story you told him and each new information you gave him about Narnians amazed him and he felt so glad that you knew and liked Narnia. He loved the way you told stories, with a big excitement and admiration, because he felt the same things when he talked about Narnian stories. Sharing his feelings with you made him feel so good.

You fell asleep after a while. The whole day was overwhelming and you were really tired, therefore you couldn't stop yourself.

Meanwhile Caspian was trying to find a book about astrology. When he finally found the book, he turned his face to the desk and saw you sleeping. Your arms were on the desk and you put your head on your arms. He couldn't help but smile. But then he realized he couldn't let you sleep on the desk. He put the book randomly to a shelf and approached to you silently.

“Y/N,” He told your name in a calm voice. “Princess Y/N, you should wake up.”

He tried to wake you up a few more times but you were in a deep sleep.

“Okay.” He muttered and sat next to you.

He couldn't sleep though. He sat there with you until you woke up at dawn. He read some books, thought about his day, and sometimes watched you.

He honestly felt happy because you two managed to be friends.

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After three weeks had passed since the day you and Caspian got married, your public duties started. The first one was to visit the market place and observe the economic situation of the people and listen to their problems. You were really excited because you liked to talk with people and also you wanted to feel useful. Sitting inside the castle all day and spending most of your time with Caspian were getting boring.

Honestly, spending time with him was actually good. Waking up at dawn and fighting until you both were tired became your tradition. Caspian taught you how to use arrow and bow; in return, you taught him how to fight with a dagger. After fighting, you came to your room and took bath respectively. If there was any meeting, you and he participated together because Miraz demanded you to make this marriage seem believable, therefore outside of your room, you were always together. You had to hold hands sometimes but besides that, it was alright. When you spent time together in your room, you read, studied with Proffesor, just chatted together; you drew and he watched you, you watched him as he played the piano. At night, you slept in the same bed but you kept the distance.

However, all of those activities made you feel selfish because you were now the princess of Telmarines and your duty was to serve them and meet their needs.

When you finally arrived to the marketplace, you walked arm in arm. He was very thoughtful; he helped you with your dress, pulling it gently so that you didn’t step on it. He held your hand while you were getting out of your carriage.

You couldn’t tell if he was excited or not until he started talking with people. You saw that people loved him and he was very fond of them. He knew their names and he was so kind. He was very good at talking with children and he was so soft and cute with babies. He introduced you as his wife many times, which made you feel weird but somehow good.

He watched you as you talked with people. He was surprised because you were very nice to everyone. You were polite and your manners clearly showed that you cared about all of the people. Several women gave you flowers or something they cooked or baked. His eyes were on you as you ate food you were given and thanked and praised each woman. He’d seen princesses who didn’t even accept food from people. A boy wanted to give you a flower crown and you crouched down for him to put the crown on your head. Caspian found himself smiling while watching you. He realized you weren’t a person like he’d assumed. He let his prejudice form an opinion about you, which was something he shouldn’t have done. He judged you with your one and only mistake and realizing that made him feel very angry at himself.

He took a deep breath to get rid of his thoughts. He firstly needed to do his duty. Later, he could apologize to you.

You spent almost four hours in the market place, however neither of you realized how much time had passed when your driver and one of your guards (you insisted that you didn’t want them but you couldn’t stop Miraz) informed you about the time and told you it was time to leave.

Caspian and you discussed everything people told you, their problems, how to solve them, how to help people. The problem was actually very clear: They were sick of paying taxes as they knew their money was only spent for the armies of the lords who did nothing to help them.

As soon as you arrived to the castle, you went to Miraz’s room to discuss it with him. He was a strong lord and if you could get his support, others would probably listen to you.

Caspian was with you when you entered the room. He was right behind you but he was silent. He wanted you to be the one to solve this problem and win the hearts and minds of people.

However when you explain the situation to Miraz, he said ‘’No.’’ without hesitation. You were shocked because you really thought he would want to help you.

You frowned. ‘’How can you say no? They are our people, we must help them.’’

‘’Their taxes protect them.’’ Miraz looked very determined.

‘’There is no war at this moment. I think we can abate the taxes.’’

‘’Princess,’’ Miraz said in a insulting manner. ‘’You shouldn’t puzzle your brains with such problems. Go and do ordinary princess things. Comb your hair, sing, kiss your husband or whatever. This is not your business.’’

He made you angry, more than you can describe in words. You wished you could punch him but you managed to be calm somehow.

‘’My ordinary princess things are my actual responsibilities towards our people. And it is not your decision to make. It concerns all of the lords, therefore we will take it to the council.’’

‘’You will not.’’

You looked at his angry eyes with determination and stubbornness. ‘’You cannot patronize me. I have every right to discuss it with the council. Who do you think you are? The king?’’

He raised his hand against you however Caspian captured it before you or Miraz could do anything.

‘’Don’t even think about it, uncle.’’ He said in a low voice, gritting his teeth.

It was the first time you saw him angry and you could honestly say that he looked dangerous.

‘’She is right.’’ Caspian continued. ‘’We will take this to the council and you are not the king, you cannot stop me or her. The council will decide what to do.’’

He let go of Miraz’s hand but his face didn’t change. ‘’You wanted to bring her to this castle and make her our princess. You have to respect everything she says and does because like it or not, she is our princess and I think what she is doing is amazing and very right.’’

After hearing Caspian’s talking in that tone and manner, you understood why he was a prince and the next king. At that moment, he was not just a young and inexperienced prince, he was a strong king and he knew how to rule a kingdom, in that case, people. He was made to be king and realizing this made you feel proud of him. You also appreciated him and how he stood up for you.

‘’Come.’’ He said to you and together, you left the room. Caspian directly went to the council room and demanded a meeting.

You explained the situation and needs of the people. Caspian supported you and made sure that everyone knew that you weren’t alone. Some of the lords didn’t want to abate the taxes while some of them supported you.

It was debated in the council for two days, you and Caspian never gave up the cause. At the end of the second day, lords announced that they agreed to abate the taxes and spend their economic sources to help and support the people. General Glozelle supported you extremely. You thought he supported you just to annoy Miraz but you were still thankful.

You and he were in your room after everything was over. You felt really tired after talking, discussing and arguing for two days but the satisfaction of beating Miraz was worth it.

‘’Princess Y/N,’’ Caspian said. ‘’I really appreciate what you achieved. My uncle doesn’t even let his wife to be a council member but you defeated him very elegantly and successfully.’’

You smiled at his compliments. ‘’Thank you,’’ You said. ‘’But I think I would lose without your help. Thank you for standing up for me and your support.’’

‘’With such a determination like yours, I think you would beat my uncle and council without me.’’

You smiled proudly. ‘’Thanks. My father says I got it from my mother.’’

‘’May I?’’ He asked as he stood up close to the bed.

‘’Yes, please.’’ You made room for him. ‘’And you don’t have ask every time. Also you can call me just Y/N. You don’t need to add princess.’’

‘’Oh, so, are you starting to like me, Y/N?’’ He asked jokingly.

‘’I thought we became friends.’’ You looked at him. ‘’Didn’t we?’’

‘’Yes, yes we did. We are friends.’’ His voice was low and he wasn’t looking at you.

‘’Is there any problem?’’ You felt worried. Had you done something wrong?

‘’No, just...’’ He breathed out as he rubbed his nasal bridge. ‘’Yes, there is a problem and you’ll hate me when I tell you.’’

‘’I won’t hate you.’’ You got closer to him. ‘’I know I was really rude to you at first but believe me, it changed. Please tell me. I��m sure we can solve the problem together.’’

‘’I tried really hard not to do this but I couldn’t stop myself. How could I? You know about Narnians, you love history as much as I do, you are an amazing fighter, you are brilliant, lovely, caring and very stubborn.’’

You were confused. Yes, you were flattered but what did his words mean?

‘’Caspian-‘’

‘’I like you. Not as a friend. As a... When I introduce you as my wife to people, I feel good.’’

You couldn’t say anything. The only thing you did was to give a short and shaky breath. You were totally shocked because you never thought he’d like you. You had been mean to him and you were distant. Honestly, you thought he hated you or didn’t like you. You assumed he was just trying to be nice and was putting up with you. But his words vanished all of your prejudices because he sounded very sincere and serious. The way he complemented you and the last thing he said... You felt good, that was for sure, but you didn’t know how you felt about him. Did you like him? You’d never considered this, maybe because you were determined not to like him or maybe because you were sure he wouldn’t like you.

‘’Caspian, I really don’t know what to say. But I don’t hate you, I never did and I never will. You’ve been so good to me, more than I deserve. You are so nice, kind, thoughtful and caring. I am really thankful to you. However I am not sure about my feelings. I never thought we would like each other.’’

He nodded silently. ‘’It’s alright.’’ He said. ‘’I don’t and can’t expect you to like me suddenly.’’

‘’It’s not because you are an unlikable person.’’ He looked at you as you continued. ‘’It’s because I was sure that you would never like me.’’

‘’So... What will happen now?’’

You smiled at him. It was a warm and sincere smile. ‘’We will see.’’

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‘’I’m beginning to think you are doing magic.’’ Caspian said while he was looking at the second arrow you shot which pierced the little red circle on the target board.

You laughed. ‘’I wish I could but, no, it is the result of practicing too much.’’

He took the arrows from the board and brought them to you.

‘’You’ve improved so much. I feel very unneeded while I’m standing here.’’

‘’I think you should be proud. You are my teacher after all.’’

‘’You are a brilliant student.’’ He said, smiling. ‘’However, I think if put your leg like this,’’ He put his right leg a bit further than where yours were. ‘’It will be better.’’

You did as he told. ‘’Is it okay?’’

‘’Yes, and you should raise your arm higher.’’

You did that too.

‘’Just a little- Can I show you?’’

‘’Yes of course.’’

‘’Okay, now,’’ He took a step towards your back. ‘’Your elbow should be like this,’’ He spoke while he put his hand to your elbow and pushed it up softly. ‘’And it would be better if your arm,’’ His hand were on your arm now, his touch was so gentle. You felt that his fingertips were burning part of your skin which wasn’t covered with arm-guard.

You tried to ignore his touch and focus on what he was telling but you failed. You felt like a candle slowly melting because of the fire. You woke up to the fact that you wanted to melt. For him.

‘’Y/N,’’ You finally heard his voice. ‘’Are you alright?’’

‘’Yes, I am.’’ You took a short breath and lowered your hands and bow. ‘’I’m sorry, I just...’’ You turned your head back and looked at his face. ‘’Can I ask you something?’’

‘’You can.’’

He looked very worried and you loved it. He was very caring during all this time you spent together. He was also so thoughtful. Whenever you frowned a little, he immediately asked if you were okay. He always made sure that there was water on your night table. He always helped you when your dress caused you problems.

‘’Do you still like me, Caspian?’’ You asked very nervously.

He licked his lips before talking. ‘’Yes, I do. More and more day by day, actually.’’

You smiled when you heard his answer. ‘’Then, I have some news for you.’’

He raised his eyebrows, there was a little smile on his face. ‘’I am listening very carefully.’’

‘’Prince Caspian,’’ You said and took a deep breath. ‘’I think I like you.’’

His smile got bigger and bigger and you heard him laughing. ‘’Really?’’

You nodded. You were smiling too. Saying your feelings out and loud made you feel very relaxed, as if a heavy burden was taken off your chest.

‘’How?’’ He asked.

‘’Am I supposed to give you an alphabetic list?’’ You shrugged your shoulders. ‘’It just happened but I think it was inevitable.’’

His dark brown eyes were shining. ‘’It feels like I am in a dream.’’

‘’Does it mean you dream about me?’’ You asked jokingly.

You realized he was taking you into your arms. You let him because you needed to be in his arms, feel his touch and body heat.

‘’Sometimes.’’ He said. ‘’Don’t you?’’

‘’Sometimes.’’ You copied him. It made him laugh.

‘’Can I kiss you right now, Princess Y/N?’’

‘’Yes, yes you can, Prince Caspian.’’

You dropped the bow when his lips touched yours. All of your muscles relaxed, you felt like you would fall to the ground but thankfully his hands were on your waist, holding you tight.

His lips were soft, his kiss was passionate. You could almost taste his desire and you absolutely loved it. Being loved and wanted by him felt like you were over the moon.

He was the one to break the kiss and look at your face very carefully. He liked it when he saw your red lips.

He was looking at you carefully, as if he was trying to understand whether you were real or not. You noticed that he really couldn’t believe you liked him.

‘’I like you.’’ You needed to say it again so that he could believe.

He took your hands into his and brought them closer to his lips, then kissed your hands. You bit your lower lip, it was your soft spot.

‘’I like you too, so much.’’ He managed to say before you grabbed his face and kissed him.

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retvenkos · 4 years ago

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“this place feels like home”

A/N: someone mentioned it, so here i am

WHAT THE HOGWARTS COMMON ROOMS LOOK LIKE, IN MY CLEARLY SUPERIOR OPINION...

gryffindor common room

i’m no interior decorator, and i’m betting godric gryffindor wasn’t either, so it looks like a glorified man cave

lots of designated areas for just hanging out, a huge, central fireplace, lots of open places perfect for pulling your wand on someone to duel, but very cluttered in other areas where you are meant to be close for house bonding!

secondly, there are a total of like, 4 desks you can use to work on, and they’re pushed to the walls, the chairs constantly stolen for something or another.

the main focus of the gryffindor common room is the couches and chairs

there’s a recliner that some muggle-born student brought in, and when they first kicked it out the purebloods went absolutely feral

they don’t know how it works, but they love it

there are so many radios... gryffindor has the best sound system for any kind of party. the other houses have to use charms to get the sound evenly distributed, but gryffindors just use their like, 10 different radios

there are a lot of spare pillows and blankets, but they don’t exactly have a place to go - they’re usually just thrown on the back of the couches or cast to the floor.

sometimes the 1st years will play “the ground is lava” and it’s vvv sweet

the ceiling has constellations mapped onto it, and they’re actually accurate. using your wand, you can “shift” the sky and it’s a really effective way to get your astronomy homework done

harry didn’t notice it because he’s as observant as a doorknob

the most chaotic thing about the gryffindor common room is the fact that there are real swords and battle axes on the wall, all of which belonged to godric gryffindor himself

students will 100% try to use them as jokes, but they can never manage to actually grab them? their hands just go right through them like they aren’t real

but if you approach them with nothing but wonder and reverence, when you reach out, you can most definitely feel them, and they are real

i really just want someone to have picked up a battle axe during the battle at hogwarts, now

there are a couple of portraits that give life advice, but most of them are #tired and leave their portraits to go visit others because the common room can get so crazy

the amount of animals this common room has,,,, i sure do hope you’re not allergic

there are lizards, rats, toads, cats, tarantulas...

if you’re afraid of any of them, tell your classmates when you’re still a first or second year and the whole of gryffindor tower will rally behind you to make the other person put their animal in their dormitory

there always seems to be leftover food from a party, so you’re well fed.

and if you’re from another house, this is the easiest house to steal food from.

oh, and the carpet (because YEAH, someone put in carpet with some kind of magic) does not match the furnishings at all.

minimalists cry at the sight of this common room

slytherin common room

first of all!!!! this common room has a glass ceiling because someone else came up with this idea and it is legendary

they mentioned the merfolk help with classes! they know sign language! i am very here for it.

then,,, there is an entire section of the common room that is dedicated to games - checkers, chess, poker, solitaire, even some muggle board games

it’s how they foster community. friendly competition is everything to slytherins and slytherins can actually do friendly competition, unlike ravenclaws

at lot of purebloods are still trying to win risk. it confuses them so much.

there’s probably a cat or two in this common room

they actually get along fairly well with the owls, but every so often snape has to come in and stop then from attacking each other and it would be hilarious if he weren’t so intimidating

there’s a lot more space in this common room, or maybe it’s just set up as to give the illusion of more space. either way, the slytherins are more spread out.

they don’t like breathing on each other

the gothic aesthetic does exist, but it’s not all gloomy because some intelligent slytherin’s know that’s bad for mental health.

they probably have a fourth of the room (maybe in a corner) that’s a little more lighted and cozy, with the most supportive portraits in that area

the slytherin common room has bean bags

this was a later addition, ofc, seeing as there is no way in hell salazar slytherin would ever allow that to happen

but everyone loves them a whole lot. 1st years always beeline for them

and slytherin was a good interior decorator, so we have the perfect ratio of portraits to wall space and the amount of lamps is actually palatable.

and there might be a dramatic hamlet skull on a table or two, but they’re not real - just decor. sometimes slytherin’s use them for pranks.

there’s actually a fair bit of communal property, too? like, there’s a lot of blankets, a bookshelf, and a table that always has food on it because the dungeons are hella far away from the kitchens and many slytherins like a good midnight snack

the slytherins actually talk more to ghosts than the other houses - ghosts like to hang out in the dungeons, and the amount of ghost jokes that the slytherins know is incredible

a group of hufflepuffs swear they once heard professor binns laugh at a ghost joke one of the slytherin’s retold

the snake iconography of this room is so high - it would honestly be a little unnerving if everyone wasn’t just used to it.

there’s probably a game going around where someone will conjure up an extra snake decoration and every week the first and second years are trying to find out which one it is

sometimes a very tired 5th year will give you a hint

there’s not a space that’s specifically designated for studying, but you can often find space in a few different places.

the desks are always being used for games, like i mentioned above, but someone had introduced the idea of lap desks and slytherins love that so much.

ravenclaw common room

this is the most minimalist of the common rooms in decor and style, but there’s so much happening at all times that it never looks bare

and a fair few ravenclaws are BIG about organization, so this is one of the more compartmentalized common rooms

it’s also formatted this way because the studious ravenclaw has threatened the musically inclined ravenclaw, saying that they will not hesitate to sabotage the other’s saxophone if they ever hear careless whisper while trying to study for n.e.w.t.s again.

also, i just want to say that ravenclaw house is probably one of the most diverse houses because creativity is so broad, and that combined with their individualistic streak means that community is a little less strong in this house, but there’s a place for everyone

i have no doubt that someone has enchanted the common room to expand on the inside, so it has much more room than say gryffindor common room or hufflepuff common room.

they’re also big about making boundaries - there’s probably actual walls and doors between different areas.

like, one for studying, one for art (like drawing and painting), one for music, etc.

also, you would think this is a quiet common room but you would be wrong.

the quiet ones are slytherin and hufflepuff. gryffindor and ravenclaw are both p chaotic.

except for the quiet room, which is as silent as they come. if you need quiet inspiration, you go there. it’s also the study room, though, so when you’re struck with inspiration, you have to keep quiet.

now, ravenclaws like to keep what is theirs, but they do have some communal property, mostly in the form of books and materials like typewriters and art supplies (although some people are very territorial about their brushes. it’s a toss up.)

there’s a floor to ceiling window that can actually be opened up - kind of like doors. the ravenclaws have it instead of the gryffindors because they have self control and won’t jump out the window without a sure plan of survival.

there’s also statues and busts! rowena ravenclaw was decent at interior design, and she loved sculpture - maybe she had a sculptor lover at one point? who knows? there’s just a lot of busts in ravenclaw tower

no doubt they’re enchanted to give advice or tbh just to gossip. i imagine there’s a lot of gossip in ravenclaw tower

the walls are painted in some places. it’s a rule that you don’t paint over other people’s art, but the paint is also enchanted so that if you look closely, you can see the name of who has painted what, and ravenclaws are too proud to do idiotic things like drawing crude doodles on the walls.

the only person to ever paint on the ceiling is luna lovegood, and she was commissioned to do so after her time at hogwarts.

there’s also a chalkboard wall for when you’re studying and need to write things down to think. beware, though, because your work can and will be erased.

you can also write on the large window i talked about! muggle students have brought dry erase markers and they are much needed.

oh, and ravenclaws have a lot of owl access - they owls like to stop at ravenclaw tower for treats and whatnot, and ravenclaws definitely use this to their advantage. they have priority for mail service and it’s a win tbh.

hufflepuff common room

now helga hufflepuff was no interior decorator either, but she was a homemaker, so we all know that this common room is the most home-like of the bunch

first of all, there are potted plants everywhere. hufflepuffs are known to be good at herbology, and that tradition means there are a whole lot of life in this common room

there’s also a curious amount of sunlight, too, despite being in the basement. i’m not exactly sure how it’s done, but the common room has actual sunlight - it’s important for the plants.

i also imagine there’s one wall that is a long mirror. you can use it for whatever you like, introspection, self affirmations, or reflecting light or whatever, but helga thought it was important to always be aware of yourself.

muggle students have brought sticky notes and now the mirror if full of them - little reminders, little motivations, fun quotes, jokes, etc.

there’s also a lot of couches and desks. the desks are usually very cluttered, but you can always find space for your stuff, somehow. and the couches are the softest at hogwarts, gryffindors have been trying to steal them for years.

also, the marauders were incredibly presumptuous, thinking they had found all of the secret passageways in the castle - there are at least 3 secret passages that only hufflepuffs know about and it’s one of the best kept secrets at hogwarts. they all connect to the common room.

and as initiation, on their first night as hufflepuffs, first years traverse secret passageways in the dark trying to figure out where they lead, all of them having to work together to figure out the lumos spell for some light.

and one of those passageways leads to the kitchens. it’s how they get the best food for parties. hufflepuffs often put in requests for what they want at breakfast or dinner.

this is also the warmest common room. i’m not exactly sure how it’s done, but the common room is never cold - maybe a little chilly, but not cold enough that you need a sweater.

the flooring is carpet, but parts of it are hard wood - it’s clear it used to be carpet, but was stained beyond repair from a broken pot or two.

there is toad supremacy in the hufflepuff common room. there’s probably one or two toads that don’t have real owners but are treated as the house pets.

there’s also a few paintings - all of them are smaller because there’s so much going on in this common room already, the walls have to be mellow to account for everything else, but there’s a couple and all of them like to tell jokes and give really good advice.

two of the newer (and favorite) additions include cedric diggory and tonks. they both get along quite well, although tonks is more mischievous and cedric is more down to earth.

cedric will often tell you how to charm a professor, if you ask, and he might give answers to homework questions to favorite students.

similar to gryffindor common room, there’s a lot of cozy areas that encourage students to chat with each other and spend time together.

but similar to slytherin, there is a lot of games about - they involve less strategy and more fun (like hide and go seek or charades) - but games is a bonding strategy that hufflepuffs utilize.

AND FLUFF ENSUES.

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baepsaesbae · 4 years ago

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Ethereal Encounters

Pairing— Angel!Seokjin x Demon!reader

Genre— Smut +18, comedy, light pining, supernatural au, angel au, demon au, time traveling (this was inspired by Good Omens by Neil Gaiman)

Warnings— oral (m and f receiving), explicit unprotected sex, death (but not really important), somewhat religious talk bc well they’re an angel and demon??

Word Count— ~6.3k

Summary— Since the early beginnings of mankind, you have been tasked with overseeing them and ensuring chaos befalls them. However, you meet an angel who has been tasked with the same duties, only obviously he’s supposed to ensure their wellbeing. How will you deal with him?

A/N— Happy Halloween everyone! This fic is part of @bangtanshadowfamily’s project Moonlight Manor. I had a blast writing this, please let me know what you guys think! Thank you so much to @dee-ehn for making such an angelic banner.

The story of Cain and Abel in the biblical Book of Genesis is well known by many throughout countless generations. The basic rundown is that Cain became jealous of Abel and murdered him. Tragic. However, what isn’t well known is that divine powers were involved. This was where it all started between you and him.

“How dare he. You’re the oldest son. You should have God’s favor,” you whispered into Cain’s ear.

As a high order demon, you were tasked with creating calamities for the stupid creatures that God loved oh so very much. What better way to ensure mankind would be doomed than introducing murder. Even better, the murder of ones own brother. Yes, your plan was ingenious.

“You need to gut him. Gut him like you would the animals you eat. God would have no choice but to cherish you instead,” you continued.

You started to feel the hatred swell within Cain. He sprang to his feet and grabbed his hunting knife. He marched out to the field where his brother was and struck him down. You watched all this transpire with a grin of satisfaction painted across your face.

“Oh no. It appears I’m too late,” you heard a disappointed voice behind you.

Whipping around quickly, you turn to see a defeated looking angel. He was quite handsome. He was tall, had broad shoulders, and lips that formed the perfect pout. You despised him the moment you laid eyes on him. Of course, he’s in a corporeal vessel. His true form would be too much for any mortal to see, and they would combust on the spot. Your corporeal vessel was that of a woman. You figured it would make swindling humans easier later on.

“Who the hell are you?” you snarled.

“Me? Oh, I’m the angel Seokjin. I was sent by the higher ups to oversee the progression of mankind. I was told to make sure they weren’t led astray,” the angel rubbed the back of his neck nervously.

“Interesting. I was sent by my higher ups to make sure that mankind would be led astray,” you muse, “It seems that we have quite the conflict of interests.”

“It would appear so,” the angel had his eyebrows furrowed in thought.

“Well Jin--”

“That’s not my name. It’s Seokjin--”

“I don’t care. That’s too long.”

“Too long? It’s two syllables!”

“Who has that kind of time, Jin? Not me. Anywho, my work here is done. Since this place is under both of our jurisdictions, maybe I’ll see you around sometime,” you gave the angel a wink before vanishing from the scene.

That was your first of many encounters with the angel Seokjin.

200 CE

The crowd roared with fervor as the gladiators fought to the death. You were one of the happy spectators watching a man get pummeled to death with the butt of a sword. As the man’s skull was caving in, you heard someone sigh beside you.

“There’s no need to be that cruel. He should cut off the poor fellow’s head and just end it already,” you heard a man say.

“That wouldn’t please this crowd at all. They’re all here because they want to see a spectacle. Chopping someone’s head off at the beginning of the fight would be sooo boring,” you turn to the disgruntled man, “I mean, you gotta pay to watch so--oh my god it’s you.”

The angel beside you was just as radiant as on the first day you met him. Even dressed in Roman apparel, you could tell there was something otherworldly about him. The angel returned the same shock as his eyes grew wide when they landed on you.

“You! You’re the one who started the downfall of man!” he accused.

“Well actually it was the snake that tempted Eve. I wish I could take credit for that. What have you been up to? Jin right?” you greet him as if he were an old friend, slinging your arm around him.

“Wrong. My name is Seokjin. I’ve been overseeing mankind. As I was instructed to,” Seokjin answered while trying to wiggle out of your grasp, “But it seems like no matter what I do, humans always resort to violence. You must be very good at your job.”

“They’re all shitbags like that. It makes my job so easy! I don’t even have to lift a finger,” you brag.

“There are some humans who have nothing but love and compassion for other living creatures--”

“Gross,” you interject.

“--so my faith in humanity is not lost. I think I’ve begun to realize why Father is so fond of them,” Seokjin rations.

“What’s your reasoning?” you inquire.

“Humans like to resort to violence quite often, like you said. But they also like to love and cherish those important to them. I think the free will that they have makes them remarkable,” Seokjin is lost in his own thoughts.

“An angel who has his own opinions? Dangerous territory buddy,” you laugh.

“Oh? Why is that dangerous?” Seokjin’s face contorted in confusion.

“Nevermind. Forget what I said. See ya around, Jin,” you’re about to disappear before Jin called out to you.

“Wait! You know my name, but I don’t know yours. That hasn’t been sitting well with me for the past couple centuries,” Seokjin shyly confessed.

“Aw, you’ve been thinking of me for centuries? What a sweetheart. I’m ___, Mother of Murder, Enslaver of Mankind, and Tamer of Dragons,” you bow.

“Tamer of Dragons? I’ve never seen one,” Seokjin tilted his head.

“Probably because they’re not real and I was messing with you. The other titles are real though. I’m kind of a bigshot downstairs. That’s why they keep me up here. See ya around, angel,” you vanish out of sight.

“___. She doesn’t really seem like the demons I’ve been told about,” Seokjin pondered.

You had a couple more run ins with the angel Seokjin, but unfortunately they were all in passing. The two of you would catch a fleeting glimpse of the other before one of you would vanish. Your time on Earth was starting to bore you. Up until you decided to wreck some havoc.

1350 CE

The black plague, also known as the Black Death, was sweeping across Europe. It had already taken millions of lives, and still had more to go. This catastrophic pandemic was beyond devastating. And you couldn’t be happier. Cart after cart rolled through towns and villages, each one filled with the bodies of the deceased or nearly deceased. The screams of those in agony was music to your ears. You skipped cheerfully along the streets. You couldn’t be more pleased with yourself. After all, the Black Death was your brainchild.

“___!” you stop in your tracks.

“Jin? Jin! How lovely to see you,” you greet him with a warm smile. You started to grow fond of him through the years. His curiosity and sincerity always amused you.

“It’s Seokjin, not Jin. I’m honestly quite worried,” Seokjin sighed.

“About? The humans?” you peer up at him.

“Yes. This plague has gotten out of hand. Sure, humans get sick and die all the time. They’re frightfully delicate. But this? Millions upon millions dead? This must be the work of some...some sort of demon!” Seokjin exclaims before calming himself, “I apologize for my outburst. This whole situation is just too worrisome.”

“You’re right. You must be a sleuth or something,” you say nonchalantly.

“What? Right about what?” Seokjin’s eyes widen.

“This IS the work of a demon. Me! This is all my doing! Pretty impressive no?” the horrified look on Seokjin’s face encouraged you to continue, “So get this. I was bored outta my mind one day, right? Then I started thinking about all the organisms on this planet. From tall to small. Then I realized that bugs are completely on the bottom of the food chain. Very unfair, wouldn’t you say?”

“I suppose so, but God intended--”

“Sure sure whatever. I took it upon myself to give bugs a little advantage. Specifically, fleas. I experimented for a bit then settled on giving some of them the ability to infect their prey! Truth be told, I had no idea that the rats they sucked on would become feral. I just thought they’d get sick and die a horrible death or something. Who would’ve thought they’d go around biting humans? Am I the best or am I the best?” you wiggled your eyebrows at Seokjin, who was still staring at you with horror.

“You caused all of this, ___? And it was all an accident?” Seokjin was trying to process what you told him.

“Yeah basically. All because I wanted to make the playing field a little more fair for fleas,” you nodded.

“That’s funny,” Seokjin said curtly.

“Oh yeah? What amuses you so, my angel?” you ask playfully.

“You wanted to help fleas. Fleas. Some would say it was an act of compassion,” Seokjin grins.

“What? No! No, I was just bored. I thought it would be something I could occupy myself with. Don’t look too deep into it, Jin,” you turn away, in hopes of hiding your flushed cheeks.

“Sure sure. Whatever you say, ___. At least you’re probably getting high praises in Hell,” he pats your head fondly.

“Shut up, angel,” you say before vanishing. You couldn’t take the embarrassment any longer. Compassion? From you? No way in Heaven. And what was that? Jin patting your head like you’re some sort of friends? Even though he was growing on you like a tumor, you hadn’t considered him a friend before. Well. Maybe you had. You just didn’t want to admit it. Life can get pretty lonely on Earth for an immortal being. At least you guys have that in common.

In an attempt to befriend Seokjin, you searched for him. Up until now, it has always been him sneaking up on you. You found him in a small village that had just about been completely wiped out by the Black Death.

“Hey angel,” you pipe up, causing him to jump.

“Ah! ___! Hello, you scared me. What can I do for you?” Seokjin smiled, his cheeks bunching up like fresh bread.

“I was wondering if you’d like to get a bite to eat? We can sneak into the nearest Royal family’s kitchen and find something good?” you ask, looking at the ground.

“Eat? We don’t have to do that though,” the angel’s signature confused face took hold.

“Yes I know that. But we’re on Earth now and until the end of time. Or until we get called back. Might as well indulge in Earthly pleasures right?” you try to reason. Your pride would be hurt if he declined.

“Indulge? Isn’t that sinful?” Seokjin said apprehensively.

“I didn’t realize a loaf of bread was sinful. I’ll be right back, just gotta drag yeast into Hell,” you mock. To your surprise, Seokjin laughed. As corny as it is, his laugh sounded like a mixture of bells and a choir of angels. It was truly euphoric.

“To be quite honest, food is one of my favorite things on Earth. I’m fond of desserts in particular. Hearing you suggest eating made me reconsider if it’s a sin or not. But you’re right. A bite of food won’t hurt anyone!” Seokjin concluded gleefully.

That was the start to the tradition of eating together after every encounter.

1943 CE

Although technically mortal enemies, you both enjoyed the companionship now and again. Hearing about each other’s lives never got boring. Seokjin himself was somewhat of an enigma to you. He was childlike in the sense that he was curious about everything, and loved learning about new things. He was also simultaneously serious about everything. Any time he tried to make a joke, it was always lost on you. You soon learned to fake a laugh for him because...because you kind of liked the way his eyes lit up when he was pleased with himself. He always found you entertaining. He admired your confidence. You were the epitome of devious, but even so, Seokjin believed that there was some good in you. You in turn believed there must be some bad in him. At least enough that allowed him to continuously hangout with a demon.

You sat alone in a German cafe, gazing out the window on a gloomy day. You listened intently to the conversation behind you. Nazi soldiers were discussing the satisfying feeling that accompanied terrorizing those who didn’t belong in Hitler’s utopia. You scoffed as you bit into your streusel coffee cake.

“Mind if I sit here?” a familiar voice asked.

“Jin, my darling angel friend, of course you can sit there. I wouldn’t dare let anyone else sit with me,” you smile mischievously.

“It’s Seokjin. Not Jin. Why must we go over this every time?” Seokjin sighed.

“I think the nickname puts us on friendlier terms,” you devour what’s left of your cake, “Oh sorry, did you want some of that?”

“Should an angel and a demon be on friendly terms? And no thank you. Actually, I brought you a little surprise,” Seokjin makes a small decadent box appear from thin air, “These are your favorites, if I recall correctly.”

Your eyes grew wide as you received the box, “Is this…? JIN!!! I haven’t had these in ages!” you cheer gleefully as you open the top.

A familiar sight of perfectly baked macarons laid gracefully within. All your favorite flavors were there: coffee, chocolate, lemon, and other delectable flavors. You breathe in the sweet scent of the goods before choosing your first target. You sway happily as you take the first bite.

“Gift giving is definitely something that friends do,” you say with your mouth still full, “Would you like some?” you offer the other half of the coffee macaron.

“Then I suppose we are friends, ___. I’m happy I ran into you. There’s actually something I wanted to talk to you about,” Jin takes the other half of the macaron, “World War I was atrocious enough. But now all of this World War II business is even more despicable. I was wondering if you had an idea about when this will end. It has been breaking my heart to see all of this horror unfold.”

“So the macarons were a peace offering for information?” your eyes narrowed, chocolate macaron in hand.

“I was in the little French village that made your favorites and thought it would be nice to bring you some. Talking about World War II was actually an afterthought,” Seokjin said. That made you chuckle. Jin was being honest; he’s incapable of lying. If he ever tried, it would never work on you because he was god awful at it.

“I’ll believe you for now, angel. To be honest, the humans did this themselves. I was sightseeing in Mongolia when Germany invaded Poland. I knew that Hitler guy was no good-- I specialize in that-- but he’s damn near as evil as a certified demon. I can’t take credit for any of this. I like creating chaos. It’s what I do. But I find this highly organized genocide distasteful,” you admit.

“A demon finding genocide distasteful? Amusing. See? There must be some goodness left in you. I guess you don’t know when this will end then?” Seokjin asks.

“Not a clue. And don’t you ever say that I have goodness. That’s bullshit. I’m the baddest of the bad. Don’t forget that,” you sneer.

“There’s no need to get hostile, my friend. I should get going. I’ve been trying to help the victims in any way that I can. Needless to say, it has been very busy for the past few years. This was a nice little break. It’s always a pleasure to see you,” Seokjin smiles and bows respectfully before disappearing out of sight.

“The pleasure is all mine, my darling angel,” you say quietly to the empty space before you.

Present Day

“That girl over there looks rather ravishing, doesn’t she? It’s a shame that she’s here instead of your girlfriend. Unless…,” you pour thoughts of infidelity in a random guy’s mind.

You sensed that he was nervous the entire night, and after observing him for a bit, you finally realized why. This man was out clubbing with his friends in celebration of someone’s birthday. His girlfriend isn’t one for going out (or having any sort of fun, from what you can gather in his mind) and he’s been eyeing this one gal the entire night. He was on the fence about whether or not to make a move. Luckily for him, you were in the vicinity that night. The alcohol pumping through his veins made him even more susceptible to your persuasions. You only spoke those few words to him before he made his way over to the girl, who immediately proceeded to grind on him.

“Infidelity huh?” a familiar voice said.

“It’s the easiest sin for men to commit. Women are too tempting for those who can’t control their lust. And by that, I mean probably 99% of all male humans,” you shrug, “It’s my duty to lead humans astray, remember?”

“Of course, how could I forget?,” Seokjin chuckled, “It’s amusing to me that the one who caused the Black Death is now sitting in a dingy nightclub telling intoxicated men to cheat on their significant other.”

“Would you rather me tell him to murder her? Would that please you, Jin?” you raise an eyebrow threateningly.

“Oh dear heavens, no. Please don’t do that. But if you were to do that, I can always intervene and protect the poor girl. And please. It’s Seokjin, not Jin,” the angel pouted. You loved his pout, it made his supple lips look even more delectable. Wait. What are you thinking?

The two of you sat in a booth inside the dimly lit nightclub. After ordering multiple rounds of drinks, Seokjin finally felt loose enough to strike up a conversation. You had been too lost in your thoughts regarding how you felt about your angelic companion to talk.

“How have you been, ___?” Seokjin asked.

“Same as ever. Chillin out, traveling, creating mischief wherever I go. My favorite thing to do nowadays is to fuck up cell phone receptions in really popular areas. The animosity goes through the roof!” you explain.

“Sounds...exciting,” Seokjin takes another sip.

“What about you, angel cakes?” you gaze at him fondly.

“My flower shop has been coming along beautifully! I mean, I want to keep all of the flowers for myself but I guess part of running a business is selling your goods. You should come by and see it. I even have some nightshade. I thought of you when I acquired it,” Seokjin smiled.

“Stop, you’ll make me blush. I’ll come and visit your shop soon,” you finish your drink, “It kinda sucks though,”

“The drink? We can order another--”

“Not that. I’m living the best life I could possibly ask for. The world is literally my playground. But I’m kinda bored. I’ve plunged from the Mother of Murder to inciting infidelity just for the drama. I feel like I’m burnt out,” you pout, sinking into the booth.

“Maybe finding a hobby could help? I like plants, so now I collect and sometimes sell them. What do you like? Come to think of it, I don’t think I really know much about you at all,” Seokjin realizes.

“I’m hurt. We’ve been friends for what? About 6000 years?” you dramatically grasped your chest.

“Friends? You consider me a friend?”

“Are we not?” you retorted.

“I suppose we are. What an unlikely friendship. And one that our bosses will never know about,” Seokjin grins, “Can I ask you something? As a friend?”

“Sure thing. Jin, my best friend in the whole wide world, what do you want?” you bat your eyes at him.

“How did you fall from Grace?”

Hearing the question sobered you up immediately. You never thought Jin would care about you enough to ask such a personal inquiry. It’s akin to asking someone ‘hey, what’s the most traumatic thing that ever happened to you?’ out of the blue. You were staring at your empty cup when Jin spoke up.

“I’m sorry if I crossed a line. I’ve just been so curious--”

“It’s fine. I was just shocked that you wanted to know me on a more personal level,” you laugh nervously.

“Why wouldn’t I? We’re friends,” Seokjin said seriously.

You take a deep breath before answering, “I was curious. Just like you. I didn’t understand why God was so obsessed with the stupid little humans. They were so vile, so vulgar. Even if they knew right from wrong, they sometimes willingly chose what was wrong. I was confounded. Apparently asking questions is the same as undermining His authority. They thought I was going to grow my own free will. An angel who can think for themselves is a threat. And so, down I went. It was a pretty long fall actually. The landing was pretty unpleasant,” you try to lighten up the story.

“I’m sorry, ___,” Jin took a hold of your hands, “At least you still have the wings of an angel.”

“Yeah but they’re all black and tattered now. Yours are still beautiful and pristine.”

“I think your wings are beautiful too,” Seokjin said softly. You realized he was still holding your hands. You slowly retreat from his grasp. You don’t know how to handle the praise coming from the angel.

“Thanks, my darling angel. Anyway. This place is getting kinda boring. You wanna get dessert?” you suggest.

“You know me so well!” Seokjin agreed.

You found yourselves in a nearby gelato shop. You treat yourself to a coffee gelato, while Jin got chocolate gelato. The pair of you opt to sit outside and soak in the city life.

“I thought you didn’t like chocolate? I remember you turning your nose up to the best chocolate I’ve had in my life when we were in Switzerland,” you noticed his chocolate gelato.

“I like the chocolate flavor, but I don’t like chocolate,” Jin said casually, “I love strawberries, but I don’t like strawberry flavored things.”

“You’re so strange,” you let out a laugh. Jin laughed with you, his stoic image started to fade away. Afterward, you both sat comfortably in silence. Being in each other’s company was satisfying. It helped ease the loneliness that you refused to admit you had. Pondering your loneliness alongside your friend had your thoughts drifting to an interesting concept.

“Do you remember that time we decided to indulge in Earthly pleasures for the first time all those years ago? That decision was probably the best I’ve ever made. I love food,” you break the silence.

“I do remember that. I think I’m obliged to say that doing the Lord’s work was the best decision I’ve ever made. But I guess I didn’t really have a choice,” his voice trailed off, “Besides that, eating food with you was probably my best decision too,” Jin smiled, revealing his bread cheeks.

“What if we indulge in a different Earthly pleasure tonight?” you suggest calmly, licking at your gelato.

“Other than food? What do you mean?” Seokjin’s eyes widened with curiosity.

“Haven’t you wondered why lust is such a strong motivating factor for humans?”

“I believe they reproduce for the survival of their species--”

“That’s not what I mean, you silly little angel. I’ve heard from several succubi that they really enjoy sex and--”

“Lust is a sin, ___. It’s literally one of the seven deadly sins,” Seokjin interrupted sternly.

“I said that humans are driven by lust. If we hypothetically partake in this, it would be for research reasons only. Wouldn’t you be of better service to mankind if you could understand them better?” you reason.

Frankly, you don’t give a damn about mankind. Never have and never will. The thought of getting intimate with the angel Seokjin has sparked an excitement in you that you hadn’t felt in ages. Persuasion is your forte, and you’re sure as hell gonna do your best to win him over. Seokjin was silent as he pondered over your proposal. His face was unreadable.

“I’ll admit I have been curious about it. I don’t understand why humans crave it so much,” Seokjin admitted. A smile slowly formed on your face.

“Does that mean you’ll indulge with me? Just as you did when we ate together all those moons ago?” you take his hands in yours.

“Fine, ___. I’ll indulge with you. But purely for research purposes,” Seokjin said firmly.

This city had been your dwelling place for the past couple of years so you had your own place. You giddily led the angel to your apartment. You had been waiting for this moment for what felt like an eternity. Seduction wasn’t part of your job, so you never partook in such activities. It was mischief alone that was your specialty.

When you finally arrived at your apartment, you instructed Jin to wait outside for a couple of minutes while you tidied up the place. With a snap of your fingers, your humble abode was free of any trash and not a speck of dust was to be found. After wondering about what would help set “the mood”, you decided on lighting candles. You figured the dim lighting would help create a sensual atmosphere. The final touch was slipping into promiscuous black lingerie. You had a complete set: stockings, garter, corset, and a bra. You twirled in front of a mirror and was satisfied with the look. You felt like the epitome of a seductress. You made your way to the front door and swung it open, striking a seductive pose. You nearly burst out into a fit of laughter when you saw Jin’s eyes wide with shock and mouth agape.

“You...you look...nice,” Jin stuttered.

“Come on in, my darling angel,” you waved a single finger at him.

Seokjin timidly stepped inside. You took his hand and led him to your bedroom; the walkway was lined with candles. You closed the bedroom door behind Jin as you heard him gulp nervously.

“You scared, Jin?” you teased. Jin couldn’t make eye contact with you. You could barely see his faint blush in the dim lighting.

“No. Maybe a bit nervous. I thought we would just get down to it,” Jin let out an annoyed sigh before finally making eye contact, “And it’s Seokjin. Not Jin.”

“Go straight to fucking? Without foreplay? Aw you really are such a little angel, aren’t you? You sweet sweet vanilla baby boy,” with each word you crept closer to him, eventually wrapping your arms around his neck. He smelled like a mixture of warm honey and wildflowers. His scent was intoxicating. You couldn’t resist any longer as you planted a gentle kiss on his neck, causing him to groan lightly.

“Oh? You like that?” you whispered sweetly.

“I never realized our corporeal bodies were so sensitive,” Jin replied quietly.

“You’re still so tense, angel,” you observed as you massaged his broad shoulders, “I can help you unwind. Part of the fun of sex is indulging in the pleasure, so I’ve heard,” you say as you guide Jin to the bed.

“Let’s make some things clear,” you say as you straddle Jin, “Firstly, you can touch me. I don’t wanna be doing all the work. Secondly, don’t be afraid to act on any urges. I can assure you I can handle whatever you wanna do. Lastly, do you trust me?” you ask. Jin blinked blankly.

“Generally, I’m pretty sure a demon is never to be trusted. But since it’s you, I guess I’ll make an exception. I trust you, ___,” Jin said sincerely.

“I’m touched,” you smile, “Now take off your shirt and pants,” you demand, climbing off of him. Jin complied. Left in only his underwear, he sat on the bed awaiting your next instructions. You soaked in the sight of him. He was fit; his physique had your mouth watering.

“Perfect,” you say, seductively crawling back on top of him.

You lock eyes as you straddle his hips. You lean in slowly, eyes wandering to his plush lips. Jin does the same, leaning towards you ever so slightly. Your lips met gently. After relishing the tender moment, you kiss him more intensely. To your surprise, Jin met you with the same intensity. His hands started to wander as well. Starting with a firm grip on your ass, his hands traveled slowly up to your breasts.

“I don’t think I can fully appreciate you with all this on,” Jin breathed heavily after he broke from the kiss.

“What a cheeky angel. Be patient, love,” you notice a change in Jin’s eyes. There was an intense gaze of lust pouring from his dark brown eyes. It turned you on.

You laid him down and whispered, “Now the fun can begin.”

A blindfold manifested out of thin air and into your hand. Jin looked at the object curiously. He didn’t protest when you wrapped it over his eyes. You smiled at the fact that he truly did trust you.

You kissed him again. You couldn’t get enough of his velvety soft lips. You dared to slip your tongue in his mouth delicately. Seokjin pulled you closer to him as he reciprocated with more aggression. His boldness caused you to let out a small moan.

“Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” Seokjin stopped immediately after he heard you. His genuine concern caused you to chuckle.

“I don’t think you’re capable of hurting me, sweet boy. Keep doing what you’re doing,” you say before going back for another kiss.

You reluctantly pull away from Jin’s sweet lips, gently placing wet kisses down his neck and along his chest. You kitten lick one of his nipples as you pinch and twist the other. Jin seemed to enjoy this as his breathing became uneven and he let out tiny moans.

You travel further down to position yourself between his thighs. His erection was obstructed by his underwear. You tug it off, allowing it to free itself. The length was impressive, and his girth was just as satisfying.

You slowly started pumping your hand along his shaft. As soon as you held him, Jin shuddered. You were amused by how sensitive he was. You gave his tip a few kitten licks as you hand was still slowly dragging along his cock. This caused Jin to shift underneath you, and his soft moans were getting louder. You stopped teasing him as you took his entire length in your mouth. Being a divine being gave you small perks such as not having a gag reflex. You sloppily bobbed your head up and down his cock, listening to his sweet groans of pleasure. Hands soon grip your hair, and now Jin was guiding your rhythm.

“Ahh ___... I think I’m gonna...my body feels weird,” Jin muttered between groans.

Without warning, Jin released his load into your mouth. You were surprised by the sudden outburst and pulled away too late. What didn’t land in your mouth splattered all over your chest.

“Huh. So angels can ejaculate. Wild,” you say, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, “You don’t taste half bad, angel. But you did get my lingerie messy,” you tsked.

“I think I’m starting to understand why humans enjoy this so much. Sorry about your clothes, I guess you have to take them off now,” Jin proposed.

“I suppose you’re right,” you chuckle. With a snap of your fingers, the lingerie magically vanishes.

“I wanna feel what you felt,” you whined.

“Do you want me to fuck you now?” Jin asked.

“What else would you do?” you teased.

“You could sit on my face and I can reciprocate the oral sex,” Jin offered.

His straightforward way of talking never ceased to amaze you. It was no surprise that he would talk this way even in the bedroom. You grinned as you positioned your thighs on each side of his head.

“You sure about this?” you ask.

“Sit on my face, ___,” Jin said impatiently.

You slowly lowered yourself onto Jin’s face. You carefully made sure you that the lips lined up. You rested your intimate part gently on Jin’s lips. You shuddered with delight as he licked a long gentle strip along your pussy. Jin began to explore you with his tongue.

“You’re still too far away,” he grunts as he places his hands on your hips and roughly pulls you closely to him.

His nose was buried in your pussy at this point. He darted his tongue in and out of you, causing you to gasp. He brought his hand around to play with a nub located above your opening. Somehow, he figured out that this little nub was extremely sensitive, as you nearly doubled over when he applied pressure on it. You could faintly hear a low chuckle under you as the pressure on your clit increased. Jin’s thumb ferociously played with your clit as his tongue flicked inside you. Your legs began to shake and your moans got louder and more drawn out.

“Jin! Fuck that feels amazing. Don’t stop. My body is starting to feel weird too,” you cry out.

Soon enough, a wave of euphoria coursed throughout your body as you released your juices all over his face. You fell beside him, chest heaving.

“How was that?” Jin asked, licking around his mouth, “You don’t taste too bad yourself, Mother of Murder.”

“You flatter me, angel. You didn’t correct me when I said Jin!” you observed, taking off his blindfold.

“I actually thought it was pleasant. Hearing you moan out my nickname like that spurred me on for some reason,” Jin sighed.

“Oh so you like when I moan out your name? You’re such a naughty angel,” you jokingly admonish, “We still haven’t gotten to the finale yet.”

“Do you want me to fuck you now?” Jin asked.

“Yes, my darling angel. I want you to fuck me now,” you say curtly, “How do you want to take my virginity?” you bat your eyes innocently at him, spreading your legs out.

“Like this would be fine. I think I’d enjoy seeing your face,” Jin leaned down for a passionate kiss, complete with tasteful tongue usage.

Breaking the kiss, he aligned himself with your entrance. He gazed at you tenderly before you nodded at him, signaling for him to proceed. He slowly slipped inside, and you relished every inch of him. The new sensation of the stretch was a bit painful at first, but it soon was replaced with a foreign bliss. You let out a low moan when he finally bottomed out. Eyes fixated on each other, Jin wordlessly began to thrust in and out of you. The bliss was enjoyable, but you craved more. Jin was going too slowly for your taste (even though it was an impressive pace already by human standards).

“Faster. Harder. Fuck me harder, Jin,” you pleaded, biting your lip hard enough to draw blood.

Jin complied, now thrusting with more force at a faster rate. Jin was having a hard time controlling himself, as his grunts started to mix with your moans. You clawed at his back, leaving red streaks across it. Jin suddenly hoisted one of your legs over his shoulder, allowing him to plunge deeper. You let out a high pitched squeal at the sudden switch up. You began to feel a familiar tingle in your lower region.

“Jin, I’m close,” you panted.

“Me too, my darling demon. Let’s finish together, shall we?” Jin replied, sweat dripping from his brow.

It only took a couple more thrusts before you both reached your limits. You felt Jin’s hot cum fill you up as he let out a final groan. You could barely hear him over your own lewd cry as your orgasm hit you hard. As your juices mixed, Jin collapsed on top of you. You wrapped your arms around him and held him tenderly against your chest. You laid together in silence for a while with synchronized breathing before Jin broke the silence.

“Do you think I’ll fall from Grace now? I indulged in the sin of lust. I don’t think the guys upstairs will understand that it was for research purposes,” Jin sounded worried.

“Do you regret it?” you asked quietly.

“Oddly enough, no. It was fun. I’m just worried because I’ve been an angel since the beginning of time. I don’t know how I’ll be anything else,” Jin admitted.

“Have your superiors ever checked up on you since they plopped you onto Earth?”

“Only once, close to the beginning. I never realized that they never check up on me. Does this mean they won’t find out?” Jin’s voice started to pick up.

“I won’t tell your superiors if you don’t tell mine! Although, I don’t think mine would care that much,” you laugh, hugging Jin closer to you.

“Deal. Wow, I really just made a deal with a devil huh?” Jin laughed at his own joke. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes and kiss him on the forehead.

“You know...we don’t have to part ways just yet. Stay the night. Let’s snuggle together and pretend we’re humans in love,” you whisper to him.

“Sure, I’ll stay the night. You don’t have to be human to know what love is, you know?” Jin crept up to kiss you gently.

“Shut up, angel. No more mushy talk. Just cuddle me and so I can fall asleep faster,” you snapped.

You switch positions so that you could nuzzle yourself into Jin’s chest. You both fell asleep in each other’s embrace, in each other’s arms and wings. You’ve never felt more at peace than this moment, in which you and Jin were entangled in each other’s wings. Neither of you noticed it, but your wings got a little lighter that night. Neither of your noticed, but Jin’s wings got a little darker that night.

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