#huma fic

[imahumashipper]

THIS IS EXACTLY HOW I PICTURE HUMA COOKING

[humaforever]

The feels when all you want is a new huma fic, but nobody's posted a new huma fic in a while.

[sinvulkt]

the human condition (is misery) by fais_do_do ( @fais-do-do-writes )

Lucifer has never healed a sinner before.

It showed.

It really, really showed.

Or,

Lucifer overachieves and is left with the consequences: guarding the life of a very human Alastor. As Lucifer seeks a way to reverse the transformation, Alastor teaches him a thing or two about being human. It would be fine, probably - maybe even enlightening, if the guy wasn’t such an insufferable bastard. 13k words, Ongoing.

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Chap 1:

“I am going to save your ridiculous, tacky life, Alastor –“ [...] “ – just so I can see the look on your face when you realize –“ [...] “- that you, Mr. Overlord Radio Demon, are a mortal soul –“ [...] “- and no match for the King of Hell.“ [...] “Is that a promise, King of Hell?” Alastor choked with a gasp, his voice so full of static it sounded like it was coming from somewhere else and maybe it was, the radio on the bedside table crackled strangely. “You bet, champ.” He said smugly. “Hmm - a deal?” Mr. Radio Demon said with no small amount of sarcasm; he was mocking him, the shit. “Yup.” He said popping the ‘p’ and feeling very satisfied … until he felt a hand slide into his own, the palm overly warm and weakly grasping. Before he could do anything, before he could react, the space between them hummed and brightened with an explosion of a rather toxic shade of green. “Wha –“ Lucifer stuttered as he blinked stupidly. Alastor’s hand fell limply from his own, back onto his ruined chest; that little deal had probably just kicked him right to the edge. The moron had just taken a gigantic leap towards his own death. “What the Hell was that?” Lucifer all but sputtered in a very un-Kingly manner. He knew he must look the fool, eyes wide and genuine surprise written all over his features. Alastor’s smile quirked a bit, dimpling the left side of his face. He blinked heavily, once, twice, and then seemed to lose the battle. He sighed in a manner that could have been confused for a last breath. “You seemed to – to need the proper motivation.” Lucifer felt his mouth open, close, open again – he was speechless, gaping like a particularly stupid fish. Then Alastor passed out.

Chap 2:

“Is that – is that a human?” Charlie asked in a harsh, horrified whisper. He kept his arm out and she’d have to literally break it if she wanted to get closer. She’d never seen one – a real one, a living one – and he feared what she would do. She’d probably want to keep it. “Just don’t move,” Vaggie hissed, “their vision is based on movement.”

[8-0mph]

Forbidden Dream

This is all of my Adventure Time AU in chronological story order. Thanks to my friend for proof-read.

Act I: Prismo and Betty

This takes some time after the events of F&C. Prismo and Scrabby inhabit the TR(TimeRoom) and Golbetty has gotten restless with her time in space. She decides to reach out to other multiversal beings, but no one wants to associate with Golb. She finally finds someone that puts up with her ..that being the Wishmaster.

Prismo is scared of Golbetty at first, especially Scrabby since he has a little bit of history with her. He scurries off or hides behind Prismo when she is in the TR. To Scrabbys surprise, Pris and Betty hit it off and become good friends. They find they have something in common, which is their “human” past. Theyre both mortals turned to immortals.

The duo start off by drinking and making fanfics together, but then Betty proposes the idea of making these fics “real”. Prismo is hesitant at first but lately he doesn’t mind breaking the rules.

At first they visit universes that Prismo considers safe. They treat them like vacations, and a lot of these worlds do not have the typical AT characters. Theyre peaceful docile places. Prismo gets daring, telling Betty that he wants to feel alive again. The two of them agree to visit a dangerous world, the Vampire Kingdom.

Notes:

- Betty chose her physical form to look like magic Betty because she felt it would be strange to appear as she normally did in the past.

- Prismos physical form is what he looked like as a younger human. He thought it would be more fitting for the “adventure”. Also.. He hates how clothing feels on him, so the see-through garments suffice.

- Scrabby is not happy about their friendship. He feels that Prismo has gotten even lazier, foregoing his Wishmaster responsibilities and even worse, ignoring him. The scarab thought he found someone that was happy to spend time with him for the first time, But feels like he has gone back to being the “forgotten” one.

EP II: Vampire Kingdom

Once Pris and Betty teleport here, theyre immediately caught off guard by a group of vampires that whisk Prismo away and the two are separated. Betty gets surprised by a starved vampire!Simon, who at first doesnt recognize her until he gets a good look at her face.

He refuses to believe its actually Betty and rather a wizard attempting to play tricks on him. Marcy calls his name and he flys away, leaving Betty stunned.

The vampire world is an AU where Vampires take over, but Simon never died and was able to stay with Marcy. Marcy isnt evil here. Simons crown was stolen before he could make a complete transformation into IceKing, and his sanity was kept in part to Marcy turning him to save him from a group of hungry vampires. One curse was replaced with another.

Marcy was turned at a younger age by the VK, but Simon saved her by scratching at the VKs eye (his face scar). Even though the King is furious at Simon for this, he thinks it is more amusing to keep Simon alive and suffering from vampirism. Vampires are starved in this world just like “The Star” episode, but Simon proposes the idea to wrangle human (and animal) survivors and keep them on a reserve to supply the Vampires with a food source. He inevitably becomes the person in charge of the Blood farms. Keep in mind, Simon did this to save humans, otherwise they would have been hunted to extinction.

Unlike the safe worlds PrisBetty visited, this world has most of the original cast in them. Finn is a survivor of the Blood Farms, swearing to kill Simon who he believes imprisoned him in there (which.. is true). The farm is surrounded by booby traps all around the perimeter, no one can get in or out without some level of flying.

Finn always managed to get close to escaping But eventually gets caught in one of the traps. The last attempt caused him to cut his own arm off to be freed and helped by Huntress Wizard. She is one of the few wizards to help the freedom fighters, a band of humans and candy people led by Commander PB. Wizards are hated by Vampires since theyre the few beings that can overpower them. They try to stay out of each others business But huntress is an exception as she feels that the vampires are disrupting the balance of nature.

The Candy Kingdom is fortress walled with wooden spikes and garlic (I thought it would be silly Lol). PBs armor consists of wooden stakes and reminiscent of Golb who she is a follower of. She has access to the Enchiridion and sees Golb as a being that she should harness the power of if the vampires happen to overwhelm her people someday.

The end of the story would involve PrisBetty helping Simon overthrow the VK after Marcy discovers the vampires ability to “drink red” instead of blood. They team up with the help of PB and Huntress. Simon never truly reconciles with Betty as his defense mechanism is to push any feelings of his past away. But he does have a newfound respect for her and tells her to visit him again. Simon will assume the role of Vampire King and free the humans afterward.

Notes:

- Simon is the only vampire dressing in traditionally “Dracula” clothes. Because hes a nerd and thinks its fitting.

- Marcy is raised by Simon here instead of VK, so she is a lot kinder and sympathetic to the humans and candy kingdom (even if she doesnt show it for a while).

EP III: Winter Kingdom

After the Vampire world, Prismo and Betty decide their adventuring is “complete” and attempt to teleport back to the Time Room with Prismos magic. This doesnt work out. Turns out, their human forms have been draining their magic slowly, making it so that they need to find a magical item to recharge. This being the Enchiridion.

This is a totally different world than (Canon) Winter Kings as obviously he is alive here.

Ooo has been mysteriously frozen over and put into an eternal Ice Age. There is hardly any life (apart from immortal beings and those resistant to the temperatures) so hardly anyone lives on the surface. Prismo automatically assumes WK is responsible, but Betty refuses to believe Simon would be the cause of this destruction. WK has a much larger kingdom with a variety of ice people, a lot of them more human-like in appearance. It seems like he is trying to mirror a human society.

Here WK has Bettys skeleton and attempting to use the cloning machine he has in F&C to clone a “real” Betty (which is why he doesnt have an ice clone of her).

The backstory of this WK mirrors my au version of him.

Prismo and Betty are briefly separated and I wont go into too much detail on the story. Betty gets the “safe” tour of the kingdom by WK and Prismo is left to wander in search for the Enchiridion. He starts to see things that point to a darker scene (fire people fighting ice soldiers, lack of any plant life, and ice clones of people who no longer exist). At the same time, Betty is off-put by WKs controlling nature. He reveals to her that he has been in a 100-year war with the Fire Kingdom “who destroy everything” with their flames, while ice “preserves it”. Betty is shocked to see the extent of destruction the Ice Kingdom has caused to Ooo and manages to slip away to do her own investigating. She eventually ends up in the room Bettys corpse is kept, which is the only place that WK allows plant life to grow. The Enchiridion was sitting on skeleton Bettys lap.

The two of them engage in a fight where he details his plan for her and Ooo.

Prismo manages to save her at the end of it. Up until this point hes been a pacifist in the story. They use the Enchiridion to teleport home and they end up.. not there.

Notes:

- I had a bonus page where Scrabby is reacting to PrisBetty not arriving back in the Time Room. He thinks they didnt teleport back on purpose.

- This page also has WK grabbing Bettys ankle right as she teleports. I was going to have WK teleport with them so there was some kind of threat. I am not sure yet.

- The fight scene was supposed to be a lot longer with Betty having the upperhand at first, But I didnt want to draw all of it.

- Winters appearance slowly turns back into Simon when separated from the magic crown.

EP IV: Back Home

They end up in Ooo where the magic teleported them into the sky, making them fall a great distance. They are a little injured, but Betty is mostly shaken by her experience in the Winter world. She redirects this into frustration at Prismo for not teleporting them to the correct place and that they would need to search another “sucky universe”.

Prismo is frustrated and goes off on his own to find another magical object. Betty stays put in the forest. When looking up, Prismo realizes the universe they teleported to was actually the main Ooo upon seeing the floating human city. He rushes back to where Betty was sitting, telling her to go find her Simon here in Ooo, that he knew that he had the Enchiridion in his closet. Betty refuses, knowing that she already said goodbye to Simon years ago and him seeing her again will only hurt him.

Prismo is annoyed at this but walks off, and Betty wanders around the forest until she encounters one of the transport boats that take people up to the city. In her reluctance, she hitches a ride. Meanwhile Prismo reaches a graveyard on the outskirts of the woods, he hides in the bushes and sees a familiar person, Finn, walking up and leaving a bouquet of flowers at the grave.

When Betty makes it up to the city, she explores for a bit before approaching Simon (who is signing a childs book). Before she could say anything, she covers her face with her hat and speeds off. He is at first confused by this but is immediately distracted by the kid again.

Betty is in shock and retreats onto the boat leading her back down to land. She eventually catches up to Prismo, who is kneeling over Jakes grave. She attempts to comfort him, but the words fall short. He asks her if she visited Simon, but Betty says she couldnt do it. At this point Prismo feels like he wasted his time in the Time Room when he could have been spending it in his human form visiting Jake. He remained trapped in the TR unable to spend time with the mortals he built connections with. He feels that Betty is going to suffer the same regret he feels after Simon inevitably dies.

In a turn of events, Prismo places his hand on the grave and it teleports them back into the Time Room. They are amazed by this, Jakes grave acted like a magical object would have. They temporarily celebrate before Betty is impaled by an angry Scrabby.

Bettys human form is heavily injured as Prismo and the Scarab fight in several rooms. Scrabby tells him that he alerted the auditors about their misdeeds. That they will both be locked away for thousands of years or perhaps forever just like he was trapped in the Time Room.

Prismo temporarily subdues Scrabby and goes back to the main room where Betty is. This is where he turns her into a fox to keep her hidden, and promises that her memories are all stored in her body dormant in Golb (Like how Prismos form is dormant in the Time Room).

Fox!Betty wakes up in Ooo, no memories, a feeling of disconnect from her body, and hungry.

End of Act 1

Act II is all about Bettys life as a fox in Ooo. Its a lot calmer and slow burn in comparison to Act I. Upon landing in Ooo, fox!Betty encounters posters advertising Simons* sci-fi series Casper and Nova. She is convinced he is knowledgeable about space because a talking dog told her he was.

*EDIT: Someone pointed out that C&N was written by Astrid (it is implied heavily). Pretend the posters are the two of them working together, maybe Simon helping Astrid write them since she is just a kid.

She starts pestering Simon at one of his book signings and he already dislikes foxes because earlier in the week, a band of them stole his draft for an upcoming book. Betty proposes that she will find the notes and return them to him if she can have a place to stay (Even though he says no, she crashes at his place anyway).

I thought about Simon giving Betty a nickname so that she isnt just referred to as “fox”, so she is “Sunny” since she really likes when he makes sunny-side up eggs. She really likes eggs as a fox that is her quirk.

Update 1/21/24: Sunny encounters Simon after breaking into his home and snooping around for clues. Simon ambushes her in the Golb ritual room, assuming she has come to steal the Enchiridion. Sunny explains herself and claims that she can get Simons draft back from the fox thieves. They go on an “adventure”. It is revealed that fox!Betty can transform into Betty only when unconscious/sleeping. Simon wakes up next to her but assumes he is hallucinating..

Post about Simon and fox!Bettys dynamic.

I couldnt fit all images into this post as there is a 10 photo limit. I decided to link additional photos to underlined text. If you want further context, check those out. I love reading others AUs and was inspired to do my own. Any questions can be left in comment. Thanks for read..!

[hana-no-seiiki]

HAIII!!

ignore this if u want cause idk if this is in the yandare category and this is so embarrassing to say without asking anonymously anyway butt

animal shapeshifter!reader!

(( now do you know that thing animals (usually any tyoe of dog or cat, im thinking dog though) get where they have a sudden blast of energy and run and zoom all around until they get too tired to even walk? yeah, they call it zoomies!!)

i kinda imagine the (if you could even call it) yandare to be damian tbh cause..idk i just like damian

NOWWww imqgine the reader running away from *character* so they decide to shapeshift to an animal in order to run faster, but THEN they get tge zoomies due to the situation making them hyper :3 but oh! reader uses it to their advantage and go all in running >:( but poor reader, they forgot it would just take all their energy away! so now reader is just poorly running limping away while *character* is just mere few feet behind from them, teasing and mocking them for even TRYINg to run away!! so now *cgaracter* just carries reader back while theyre still in their little animal form :(

ok im so sorry i feel so embarrased this is so bad and weird and oh god

😭☹

NAUR THIS ISNT BAD AT ALL NON!!!

I love shapeshifter reader with Batfam (but Damian specifically since he owns so many pets and is an absolute softie for animals) !!! I’ve written around 3 here from what I can remember

Here are some headcannons cause I’m not in the headspace to write a full fic rn and I want to get this out for you as soon as possible

If you aren’t a flexible shifter/can only shift into a dog, I feel like they’ll use not just your zoomies but many of your dog characteristics as an advantage.

Bruce and Damian specifically would abuse it and force you to become a dog once they learn the secret behind your powers

Tim might as a way to make it easier to handle you, but prefers you as a human. He does like to observe and take notes of your preferences as doggo tho and definitely keeps a large stash of treats for you to enjoy.

Jason and Dick will use it as a last ditch resort

But all in all, especially Dick, Jason and Damian will definitely make fun of you or tease you whenever you try to run away in your dog form. Your pathetic attempts are just too cute for them to handle at times.

Bruce would prefer you caged, and would probably double the security measures of your stay.

Jason likes to take you out on rides sometimes, and blackmails you with how you look out from the car window, tongue out, drool everywhere.

You’re gonna have to cling unto Tim, maybe Damian, for dear life if you ever want to be treated normally by those people.

Together? Whew.

Often they might act like you’re their pet or do something degrading out of habit.

Tim’s the only one that’s hyper cognizant of your humaness. Like I only see him ever cooing at you if you were a cat and cradling the scratches you give him.

Non, you don’t know how much I’ve imagined cat shifter reader with the batboys im hard brainrotting now and AAAAA

In short, if you think being able to shift is convenient. You would be very wrong.

[imagine-darksiders]

Do you remember that one short fic you did with Draven trying to court y/n and asking Death for permission? The fic ends with Draven fantasizing about y/n and jerking off. I was curious, what does Samael fantasize about y/n? Like, what are his more explicit interests about y/n that he only thinks about in the privacy of his room?

Ah, why not. I have to admit Samael is growing on me so here's a little drabble I dashed out this afternoon.

Nsfw, suggestive content under the cut. Short. CW for Samael's imagination.

There are moments, in Samael's unending existence, that seem to be coming more and more frequently of late, moments that he's been growing less inclined to ignore as the days and weeks go by without a solution to a problem he never would have thought he'd be facing, not in ten thousand millennia...

The problem in question shares the name of a particular little human. Just one. Just one in eight billion that, by pure chance, happened to turn the head of a Prince of Hell.

It should be humiliating. It should be mortifying.

A demon of his stature, his power and age and wisdom, so preoccupied by a member of the Third Kingdom. Nothing but chance had made your path cross with his.

You were with that Horseman, Death, when Samael first laid eyes on you. He learned your name. He learned how you came to be the Nephilim's little companion in the quest to save your species. It had amused him, at the time, to imagine how furious Lilith would be when she discovered you were passively turning the Horseman's mind away from thoughts of resurrecting her beloved Nephilim. You likely didn't even realise the sway you held – and still hold – over the Council's terrible enforcers. You're powerful, and you have no idea, nor any apparent desire to exert that power. Samael has never been one to fixate on an individual, but over and over again, he started to find his head wandering back to thoughts of you – the valiant, little human who stumbled clumsily across the universe in Death's shadow and, against all odds, came out the other side in one piece.

A happy ending...

And then... Well, to put an Earth spin on it, everything had promptly snow-balled from there.

Nights like tonight are a regular occurrence. Blissfully alone, the demon prince, lounges with his forearms propped against satin pillows in his private chambers as one of his colossal, clawed hands delves beneath the sheets to seek out that private part of himself that only the very lucky few have ever laid eyes upon.

Sadly, in Samael's opinion, you have yet to become one of those lucky few.

He can nearly see you now, as vivid as a painting in his mind's eye, laying prone and tiny at the centre of his bed in a dress so white that he could swear you shine against the rich, scarlet sheets.

Oh, if you only knew how well a demon like Samael could take care of you. You would want for nothing. He'd give you riches beyond anything another human could dream of. Diamonds, pearls, emeralds, whatever your little heart desires.

Sometimes, in the privacy of his own thoughts, the demon prince finds himself wondering what a little gentleness might be like. Despite appearances, he's not a masochist – not like she is.

What if, instead of raking claws and needle-like teeth marring his scaly flesh, you instead introduce him to soft fingertips that could stroke soothing lines down the column of his throat as he presses his muzzle into your hair?

He'd swallow against the palm of your hand and feel it rise and fall in an undulating wave, perhaps even catch a shudder from you when you register the raw power that lies behind even that small, insignificant action. Would you be afraid? Maybe, in the beginning. But Samael would forgive you a little trepidation. After all, how could you have any idea the lengths he'd go to prove that he isn't a clumsy, callous brute incapable of controlling himself during that most primal of indulgences? He wants you to trust him. He wouldn't do a thing if you asked him not to. Humans have words they use, don't they? Words that shut down a situation if things are getting a bit too... much behind closed doors? Words of safety...

Samael would go to great lengths to ensure you never even come close to uttering your preferred words. He'd stop, over and over again, and each time, a little piece of your trepidation would chip away until any last, lingering seeds of doubt are utterly purged from your mind.

Samael knows you'd be so gentle with him too, even without trying to be. He's too large, and you're far too small and fragile to wound him when your hands scrabble for purchase on his twisting horns as he dips his colossal face into the sacred space between your legs. Humans are meticulous beasts in habit, and it would be a delectable change to nudge his nose in close and inhale the scent of a clean, tender area that not even your precious Horsemen have been privy to.

Once, he'd been lucky enough to arrive outside your bedroom where his senses were promptly soothed by the hot, rolling waves of steam that wafted out through the open window and into his flaring nostrils. Enraptured, he'd watched on in silence as you emerged like a vision from that tiny room you use for bathing, wearing little else but a fluffy, red towel that hangs scandalously low on your chest, and rises in a daring tease to a spot just above the centre of your thighs.

The steam followed after you, drifting across the bedroom and out to the demon waiting just beyond the foggy glass. He caught the scent of fruit, something Earthen in origin, unknown to his palette but recognisably delicious all the same.

It wasn't long before his rough, pointed tongue slipped out and lapped at the warm sweat gathering above his lip. He might've imagined that's what your skin would taste of, if you'd ever let him near enough to savour a lick.

In the lonely silence of his own bedchambers, those tantalising memories of your soaps and shampoos on the air are the closest thing he has to a reference. He calls upon them unashamedly as he squeezes his eyes shut, sinks his fangs into his bottom lip and grunts, his tongue undulating against the back of his teeth in the same, coaxing licks he plans on using someday to ease your trembling legs apart.

The demon's chest rumbles soothingly to the empty air, a sound borne of instinct to comfort a lover who isn't there...

[humaforever]

I was inspired by this ⬆️

[At the police station] Uma: Hi, I’m here for my boyfriend Desk sergeant: Who’s your boyfriend? Uma: … Uma: You must be new here.

[riririkinzi]

GOLDEN HORIZONS AND BOLD TIDES

Hey guys! You remember my update about my Goldenheart Little mermaid fic that's been discontinued because I don't like the summary I made and that I'm gonna rewrite it in a different plot? Well I am while collabing with @long-distance-muse we've come up with some HC/Summary and stuff before the actuall fic cause why not (＾＾)人(＾＾)

HERE ARE SOME HEADCANONS/SUMMARY

• Valerin Adopted Bal when he was 2 years old, since his parents were killed that time and the incident gave him a scar on his face which makes him a prince of the merfolk kingdom

• Bal is a curious mer since forever, quite and shy yet he had an enchanting voice that would make anyone fall for him.

• Valerin would often tell stories of the world above from her point of view cause she knew how curious Bal is, and he loves hearing them.

• Merfolks below 16 are allowed to go above the surface if their acompanied by anyone above 16 which is the age of their adulthood.

• A merfolks life span is up to 300 years but when a human and a mers lips joined together for the first time, a mers lifespan would be cut into 200 and the human's lifespan would be the same.

• Merfolks would began to age really slowly when they reach 20 and so would a human if the 2 would kiss.

• When merfolks die their body dissolves into seafoam after their last breath and left what they last wore during their deaths.

• Bal own a garden where his most colorful flowers are gathered together of a circle like the sun.

• When Bal was 13 the noticed the guards brought home a statue of a young man around his age or maybe a year older and it was a head till it's chest.

• Bal somehow was mesmerized by it's young and handsome face, so he ask Valerin to keep the staue as a display for his garden and placed it in the center of the flowerbed and stare at it all day.

• Bal was also known for staring above, when the seas were calm, he would perch himself on a rock and stare upward for hours, watching the dim and distant star, lost in his own thoughts.

• On his 16th birthday the first thing he saw were the fireworks blasting off with different bright colors and stars in the sky so he sat on the nearest rock to gaze at it all night till the morning.

• A while after that night he found Nimona when she was in their shark form when he was collecting human items and together they would explore shipwrecks for human items.

• Nimona could have been adopted but prefer to be his Ward and Bal just accepts it.

• Nimona's still a shapeshifter and mistreated but the humans so she fled to the sea and decided to have her signature form as a mershark.

• At the age of 20, when Bal and Nimona went to the surface he spotted a ship with so many lights and music playing with the fireworks launching at the sky.

• Bal and Nimona reached the lifeboats to get a closer look, and from Bal's pov, he was amazed from the sight, so much joy, laughter, lanters glowing bright and music playing beautifuly with crafted instruments, and people were celebrating.

• But what caught his attention was him, Ambrosius, a Noble from a long bloodline of Knights, the center of attention and the man from his statue that must have grown.

• His heart was fluttered for he could not take his eyes of Ambrosius not even Nimona's voice can stop him.

• Soon a great big storm came, damaging everything from the ship, people panicked as Bal and Nimona got off the boats cause the humans are about to escape.

• Ambro wasn't able to reach the surface as he was drowning, Bal knew he was gonna die and had to save him and swim as fast as he can.

• The storm had calm while sun rose at it's peak, as Bal place Ambro laying down on the sand.

• For a moment Bal couldn't help but gaze at Ambro, his scaley hand carrassing his strong strucured face.

• He slowly placed a soft kiss in his forehead, breathing as Ambro had slowly opened his heavy eyelids halfway through but closes them again.

• Suddenly Bal heard footsteps of running and some shouting, meaning humans are coming so he heads back to the water as fast as he could and hid himself behind the rock.

• As the humans ran towards Ambro, they immediently carried his unconcoius body as Bal watches over while hiding.

• As he swam back to the sea, he couldn't stop thinking about the night he saved Ambro, how he first caught an eye on him and gaze into him.

• Every night he swims to the same shore where he dropped him off, sat on the rock on the shore, watches over Ambro sitting on the balcony as the moon shines bright, wandering on who saved him.

• He was desperate to tell Ambro that it was Bal who saved him and desperate to become human.

• He had no choice but to seek the sea witch as Nimona carefully and quietly follows him.

• Once he enters it's home, the seawitch didn't show her face but only it's eyes and tentacles.

• Bal asked and begged the witch to become human and so the witch agrees to do so.

• She warns him that if he gains true loves kiss with Ambro, before the morning after a year of being human, he'll have the ability to become human and merman anytime he wants, but if he doesn't he'll die and turns into seafoam.

• She also warns him that every step he takes would feel like he's walking on knives and broken glass.

• The seawitch reminds him that her offer isn't free since he must pay the price and that price would be 2 things he owns: his Arm and his tounge.

• So Bal accepts the offer as he lets the witch cuts his arm off and his tounge with her tentacles.

• After giving his tounge and arm to the seawitch, she immediently gathered everything to make the potion.

• Before handed the bottle to Bal once she's done, she also reminded him that he has to drink it on land before sunrise, and once he drinks it he'll feel the pain as if a swords pierce right through his body.

• Once Bal left the seawitch with the bottle he held onto, Nimona swam towards him begging him not to do this cause she doesn't want to lose him, his kissed her forehead and continues to swam up to the surface.

• Once he reaches the land, while the moon is at it's peak, he instantly drank the potion till it's empty, he groaned as if a knife plunged through him then his body collapsed as everything went to darkness.

• When Bal wakes up, the first thing he saw was Ambro looking at him, asking his name, and if he's alright, but since Bal couldn't speak, he stayed silent.

• Bal is taken in by an enchanted Ambrosius who feels a strange inclination to the mysterious stranger.

• He gets cleaned up and dressed in finery, which is when Nimona sneaks in and chews him out since Queen Valerin is worried and they’re mad that he just left them despite her asking not to leave them too (could be used to set up conflict on a sequel) but they ultimately understand how love can make people do stupid things so she lends her help as long as Bal doesn’t do anything stupid like turn into seafoam.

• In his rooms which Ambro gave Bal to rest in, he was trying to practice walking, it was hard and painful at first due to the seawitch's warning, but he learns to get ignore her and gotten used to walking more.

• Bal haves dinner with Ambs and they get to know each other better. Ambs starts theorizing that Bal might be royal because of his etiquette, wit and hopes so cause he down bad right now.

• The next day, they go on a date in the village, and they accidentally cause a scene where Bal’s feet hurt too much that he collapses and Ambs catches him. But that makes the hood he wears fall down, revealing that the noble was in town with a stranger.

• This makes it to the director, who is a guest who was staying with the insistence of Amb’s parents to help them set him up for a political marriage that would increase their political power while making Ambs happy. But the director just wanted another noble in the palm of her hands.

• For almost a year, the Director starts sabotaging their hangouts and tries to constantly embarrass Bal to the point that he is ‘commoner’, there are rare times that her plan worked but most of them didn't.

• Nimona catches on to her plan and informs Bal, who goes toe to toe with the director in the court.

• Ambs sees Bal in his element, and realizes that it was Bal who saved him from the storm, he wants to marry him whether he’s a noble or a commoner.

• Director realizes that the stranger is more of a threat than she realizes, so she switches tactics and instead of trying to chase him out, resolves to kill him.

• Nim, Bal, and Ambs notice and react differently. Nim tries to find a solution to bring Bal back to the sea where he’s safer. Bal starts second guessing because of one trap where Nimona got hurt in. and Ambrosius realizes that the person he loves is in danger and resolves to confront and stop the director before she kills him.

• Ambs confronts the director and is backed into a corner of either he marries the woman she arranges for him or his lover dies and he agrees to save Bal, and Bal overhears that Ambs agreed to marry another and is heartbroken.

• Looking for Nimona to make sure they go back safely and to turn into seafoam from despair.

• For the afternoon till sunset, he sat on a rock at the shore thinking about his death, and for the first time now as a human, tears from his eyes had shed down through his face from all the pain and suffering he's in, all of those sacrifices for nothing.

• Nimona finds Ballister in tears, learns about what happened, and shows him the dagger that she trades her hair for the seawitch, and tells him that he can return to a merman if he just draws Amb’s blood.

• Bal is conflicted but he doesn’t wanna leave Nimona alone with all the hair they have given up for (cause death is significantly harder to arrange visits for) and hides the dagger under his pillow.

• Ambs bursts in, sees Nimona and Bal, Nimona shifts and hides behind Bal and Ambs is afraid. Now Bal realizes he truly has to pick between the sea and land.

• Bal shields Nimona behind him and approaches Ambs, hugging him sadly before leading him to his bed. He beckons Nimona closer.

• Nimona explains situation, Ambs shares his side, lovers realize they can’t be together and Ambs takes the knife and lightly drags it over his heart, just enough to cause blood to spill on Bal.

• Bal faints from the pain of transforming again then lands on Amb's arms, he carries his body to the sea, where Queen Valerin waits for them after Nimona spilled the beans.

• Bal spent the next few weeks in his room in sadness thinking how he never got to say goodbye to Ambro, that 2 worlds can't be together, and most importantly that he trade his tounge, his arm for nothing, forever will he spent the rest of his 300 years of living in silence, but alteast he'll keep his memories of him.

• Valerin ensuing shovel talk and slight respect for the human who cared enough for her son to agree to a loveless marriage.

• Not only Ambro's parents find out the Director's plan but also that Bal was a merman and it was him that saved Ambro, and gave him their blessings immediently.

• Ambs sets Bal down and kisses him on the lips, magic sparkles, Bal got his voice back and finally can now be human-merman.

• Val is impressed by the power of their love and grants Ambs the power to turn into a merman, his life span would extend into 200 years with Bal and offers them to wed in the oceanic courts.

• They wed, kiss, all the wedding night stuff if you’re into that and officially adopt Nimona.

• Head back to land the next day to a fuming Director, shows off the wedding rings, Queen Val shows up in her ocean queen glory and demands the director’s arrest for threatening her heir.

The redesign of Merman Bal is coming soon along with some art and more. But right now enjoy on this list that me and the amazing @long-distance-muse made together

(This is a mixture of the Hans Christian Anderson, Disney and some little inspiration of @mvjerbs Prince Ballister AU)

[koolades-world]

Spellbound Secrets

chapter six: garden chat

synopsis: The House of Lamentation caught fire one night, and you were the only one they recovered from the wreckage. The brothers were in the house as well when you went to bed that night, but they were nowhere to be found. The pact marks are faded, and seem to be getting more and more indefinite by the day. You and Solomon get to investigating but oddly enough, nobody can seem to remember the missing brothers. It’s up to you, with the help of Solomon, to find your beloved demons, lest you never see them again.

navigation: playlist | prologue | chapter one | chapter two | chapter three | chapter four | chapter five | chapter six (you are here!) | chapter seven (coming next saturday)

authors note: most of these a/s are just me apologizing now but sorry this chapter is shorter than usual. I thought about getting out the plot point in this chapter and just making it longer. but honestly it's just easier for me to do it this way. i might make the next chapter a little longer as an extra apology. classes have been eating up all my time, like i thought it would haha. huge thank you to my like, eight consistent readers of this fic <3 you're all the best

"You were there?" You didn't remember much yourself, but you assumed your memories weren't tampered with, like everyone else's had been.

"I was. Which raises the question: why would I forget that night? Nobody else seemed to remember the brothers. We were only concerned about getting you to safety. If I had already forgotten about the brothers, what was the point of forgetting that night too?" The gardens settled into an eerie absences of noise. The two of you couldn't look anywhere but at each other.

"What happened?" You finally spoke. He seemed to understand what you were referring to, and winced a little.

"Are you sure you want to know?" He asked.

"I need to know if we want to get to the bottom of this." You drew in a deep, shaky breath, preparing yourself for what he was about to tell you.

"You're right." He then began to describe what the night had been like from his perspective. The reasoning of why you were at the House of Lamentation matched that of what Diavolo had told you, even though now you both knew that that couldn't be the case. He remembered waking up to an unusually strained sounding Barbatos, who told him the news. He then woke up Simeon, who decided to stay behind with Luke, since neither of them wanted him to see that. The next thing he vividly remembered was rushing to the House of Lamentation and being mesmerized by the odd flames. He described them as a peachy color, and in the center, where it was the hottest, it was a pale pink. That alone told the both of you that it couldn't have been an ordinary fire.

"I don't get it. Why would you forget that?" You took in a deep breath and wracked your brain for any sort of explanation.

"That's exactly it. It makes no sense. That, along with a few other details makes me think something more nefarious is at play." Solomon's eyes narrowed.

"I know the brothers have their enemies, but I don't think any of them could even be capable of something like this. How powerful do you need to be to even get the Demon Lord himself to forget the existence his right hand man?" You thought aloud.

"I have a couple more proposals of where we can from here. We'll come back to that previous point later." You were glad he seemed to have a plan. You honestly wouldn't even know where to start without him.

"I'm listening." You put your coffee to the side. You were no longer interested in drinking it.

"Jumping off what you said, we should look into those who openly hated the brothers before everything happened. It might be interested to read about them now, considering they now no longer hate them."

"How would we find all of them? All we have is our own memories. They're not bad by any means, but there's no way we would both know about all of them."

"I actually have a list, back at my house in the human world. So, in case you were wondering, our trip is still on!" He smiled at you.

"I won't ask why you have that." You knew Solomon. With him, you always had to expect the unexpected. Keeping tabs on enemies wasn't unheard of, but it was only a little odd considering some of them likely had no clue who he was.

"We can also research that particular color of fire. It has to be connected to the nature of your injuries. The doctors had no explanation, so maybe we can find it ourself."

"Alright, we can do that. I don't mind doing more reading." You were actually quite excited at the thought of finding an answer. You didn't know if your burns would behave more like a normal burn, or if they'd remain just as they were for the rest of your life. If the latter was the case, answers would be more than welcome if you'd have to be stuck with them.

"To better help answer our questions, it would be best to go to the source."

"Go to the source?" Your heart sunk. You knew it had been briefly mentioned before, but you hadn't even begun to process what that might entail. You weren't sure if you could do it.

"I've probably said it before, but you don't need to come with me. I don't know how you're feeling, but I'd be an awful person if I made you." He said. He knew you too well.

"I'll think about it." You told him.

"Take your time. I don't need an answer right now. Don't feel obligated to say yes, either." He reached out across the table to take your hand. He stroked the back of your hand with his thumb. It felt so right to have your fingers interlocked with his.

"Thanks." You'd said that word lots of times over the past few days, but you meant it equally every single time.

"Don't mention it. I think that's everything I wanted to talk about. Do you have anything you want to add?" Solomon paused.

After thinking for a moment, you responded. "I know it's too early into our investigation to tell, but I hope where ever the brothers are, they're safe. I know things aren't looking great right now, but that won't stop me from hoping."

"They're strong. Where ever they are, we'll find them. When we put our minds to something, there's nothing that can stop us." Solomon sounded optimistic. You were glad it was him by your side. You knew you could depend on him, and would do so without hesitation. Even if it wasn't the case, things just seemed easier when he was by your side.

"I know I just said I'd think about it, but I want to go with you." You responded with a newfound confidence.

"Where'd this come from?" Solomon asked.

"You, of course."

tags list: @bagofmice

[thithesandofferings]

∆ Title∆ ALL FUN AND GAMES

∆ Characters∆ Vampire! Sephiroth x Huma!Reader

∆Tags∆: Dark fic. Kidnapping. Blood drinking. Noncon/Dubcon. Stockholm Syndrome. Manipulation. Oral (M! Receiving). Prey/Predator.

∆Authors Note∆ this one is a little darker than most of my writings. Commissioned work for @onewingedpuppet Thank you for being so kind and patient with me! Please enjoy

It's starts in your peripheral. Dark alleyways and creaking floors keep you awake for days. He's there. You know it. You're desperate at this point. You haven't slept in days, exhaustion weighing heavily on your shoulders. Silver hair blinks into your imagination. You're convinced it's no longer in your head. It's real. He's....real. And he wants you to kno it. Green slitted eyes crinkle in glee when shivers go down your back at his voice. In another circumstance you would've thought the voice was nice. In the back of your mind you admit to yourself that you may be in denial.

It takes one wrong turn for him to catch you. At this point you're tired of running. Shoved into his chest to make it seem like a beloved couple, you are trapped between his arms. He can smell your fear. He seems to revel in it with the hardness pressing into your lower stomach. The mans-or demon, you should say, teeth are sharp, too sharp. The glaze and you quiver, faced pressed into his chest as he tests his prey.

You're trying not to whimper, the tears falling even without you wanting them to. You're tired of being strong. Tired of running. You go limp and you feel the man preen. You hate that he's beautiful. Out of this world. Ethereal. Makes you want to feel secure in his tight arms. But their capable of breaking your ribs if you run, and you know it.

When you slump down weakened from adrenaline, that's when he takes a bite. Shushing and cooing at you as he tears your neck open. You couldnt even scream if you wanted to from the pain. Your body has been overloaded for weeks. You faint, right on the spot. The last thing you see is content eyes and dark red teeth.

You think he gets hard off your tears. Sephiroth, he told you to call him. "To have something to scream when you come". It angered you at first. He didn't look smug. It was expected. You're aware of his eyes that trail you. Bloodlust line his vision when he sees you scuttle back into bed, blood still dripping from your neck. It only makes him hungry again. He can't get enough of you.

"Are you ready for me again?" You shake your head no before he's finished with the question. Does not stop him from towards the pain and pulling your ankle. Making you squeal as you scramble to get away from him. You think in the back of your mind you may not get to.

"No no no wait please- you've already had enou-" you're cut off with a snarl and a hand around your throat.

"I've had enough? And when did you make that decision for me beauty? I'll have as much as I want until I drain you dry." He squeezes a little too hard as a reminder. As if you need any

"If you behave well enough I'll keep you as my blood bag pet. To drink and fuck at my pleasure". He throws you back on the bed with a grin that has you wanting to tighten your thighs. You can't let him see you like this.

You know it's a lose lose battle for you.

Because you want him. Even if it hurts when he bites, it's only a few seconds of pain before the pleasure endorphins engulf you and your weakened with pleasure before he's even touched you properly.

The touch of his red tongue sear your skin as it glides past your neck. You're achy and burning in more places than one. You want it to be over, but your mouth waters at his thick cock curved against his stomach. Red tip smacking wetly against his skin every time he moves. He's caught you looking more times than you can count.

"C'mere doll, open up" he startles you out of daze with his member right in front of your face, hovering over your eyes. He makes sure to pull your hair and stare when he runs his tip against your cheek, groaning with a jerk of his hips when your tears fall on it.

"That's right, cry a little more-make it wetter for me.

You'll need it." He grins as he grabs your jaw to force your mouth open. You have your feet clenched, doesn't hold for too long when he slaps you hard enough to shock and gasp. He makes you gag immediately before setting a harsh tempo.

"Look at me, there we go. I want to see how I'm making you feel with those pretty eyes." You immediately shut them in embarrassment at the thought of him getting off on your suffering. It just makes him chuckle and pull out of your throat to slap his dick across your cheek to get your attention.

"Im not in favor of repeating myself. If you would like to live, open your mouth- I don't need you alive for this part. " You do, in fact, want to live. You try hard to open your mouth wider and choke down the thickness, but there's nothing helping now big sephiroth is. He grabs the back of your neck to push you further into the base of his cock and holds you there. Waiting for the point until you can't breathe and your hitting him and crying harder- that's when he pulls you up.

It's a surprise and almost relief when he pulls out and comes on your face. Making sure you're tongue is held out so the last bit of his come can sit inside you.

You try not to gag at the thought of anything of his being inside of you.

You're surprised when you feel a damp towel wipe your eyes. You notice dully that it's...only the eyes. Your face is still soaked in his cum and he seems to want to keep it that way.

You scream in pain when he lifts you up into his lap. You're aching. It's been days of torture. Tired. You're so tired. But you still wrap your hand around his neck and play with his hair when he has you settled in.

He makes sure you're connected when you're this close. Positive to make sure his cock is nudged into your g-spot, moving and shifting until he hears you shift and moan and settles back down to drain you again.

"You've done well pet." They are soothing words, but something in them sounds wrong and makes you freeze.

"You have surely made time pass well for me, drained and sucked me dry like you were meant to. Oh, but that delicious taste of catastrophic fear in your veins makes me want to keep you...but alas" Before you can even process what's happening your torn body is ripping away from and running to the door.

An overwhelming amount of joy bursts through you as you run through the doors, there's hope yet.

"As fun as that was" Sephiroth grins "It's high time I stop playing with my food"

[imahumashipper]

You know what I’ve noticed? That every Huma baby fic when Uma gives birth it’s on her ship with her crew, and I find that so sweet.

[humaforever]

idk if he had the car long enough to do this, but it'd be cute if Harry took Uma on a joyride in Cruella's car after he stole it.

[bucket-barnes]

The “Harry Hallucinates” head cannon

This is a head cannon that I’ve seen circulated around the fandom thousands of times and I fucking love it for reasons that cannot be described with words. So let’s expand on it, shall we?

What exactly is it?

I’ve seen several ideas of what Harry’s hallucinations are ranging from schizophrenia to a curse he inherited from Captain Hook (which version of Hook is unclear, I first thought it was Killian Jones but I haven’t seen anything to back that up so the answer is still unknown) and both are great options but let’s get into the reasons why this is such a good head cannon and story plot

Harry’s a fucking nut-job

Harry’s entire character is a mix of several versions of Captain Hook, McJagger, Harry Styles, and Heath Ledger’s Joker (as said by Thomas Doherty in an interview for D2) so Harry is fucking insane. Nobody knows what goes on in that boy’s head nor do they want to, the idea of him hallucinating would fit very well with his insanity, and if you tried hard enough you probably could make an actual argument for Harry being schizophrenic in cannon (the main contributor being his constant half-strut/skulk when he walks…you could probably make an argument for that being caused by exhaustion from schizophrenia) but I digress. The boy’s nuts and the head-cannon works as a solid explanation

Uses as a storytelling device

From what I’ve seen, it’s used primarily as angst/shipping fuel (Huma, Garry, etc…) but you could also go the route of a fic that maybe goes through a day with Harry and how he deals with his hallucinations (sort of in the vein of Memento, directed by Christopher Nolan) maybe he has trouble distinguishing between what is and isn’t real, is he medicated? If so how does it effect him? Now say you want to go the route of angst/shipping fuel, (as long as it’s done respectfully) that can also be done. The most common use of it I’ve seen is that Uma and/or the rest of the crew help Harry distinguish what is and isn’t real, Uma ms Gil help keep him safe during hallucinations, etc…

You got any ideas/thoughts? Feel free to share! And if you have any fan fiction with this head-cannon…send it my way immediately

[cringefuckass]

draft of chapter two for the fic! working title right now is “Hell and Other Things That Don’t Suit Us”. once again this chapter will probably be edited before i’m able to post it to ao3. for now i want to post to tumblr bc i need the motivation of knowing people are aware i’m doing something lol

Angel walked alone down the road, hands in his pockets, only looking around occasionally to see if anyone was nearby. It was late, somehow later than he was use to being kept at work. Valentino kept him back for more of the usual and Angel was tired, exhausted even. He wanted to just get back to the hotel and crash into his bed. Tomorrow he had nothing going on and so he was already formulating his plan for the day in his head. He had to admit to himself, it was exciting. Redemption was possible and that crazy princess proved it. He had a shot, small as it may be, to get away from it all. From Val. To Molly. It was possible. It felt new to him to have a sense of direction in his afterlife and it felt incredible, though if anyone asked him he’d certainly downplay it. Val had jabbed at him over it despite Angel not saying anything out loud. Called him and every other sinner who dared to hope a chump. Perhaps it could be more motivation that Val had zero interest in redemption, he’d never see Heaven and that meant Angel would never see him again if he succeeded. Tired as he was he still had a slight pep in his step as he made his way to the hotel through the dark city streets.

As he turned a corner he saw two other Hell residents making their way through the darkened streets, dimly lit enough that he make out only their shapes. A tall figure was being followed by a shorter one, the taller one having horns that added considerable height. Did Imps grow that big? With a shake of his head he decided he didn’t actually care. They were walking in his direction, though considerably slower than him, as if they weren’t sure of each step they took. As he was gradually approaching them, ready to cross paths and probably never think of them again, he caught parts of their conversation. Or, the taller figures conversation with the air maybe.

“But you know what I mean Lute, this place is a dump,” Angel listened as the tall one, a man by the sound of his voice, rambled on, “a real shitshow. What the fuck are we gonna do?” Oh? Wayward souls perhaps?

“Well, sir, I imagine it’s a free for all down here. We may have to figure it out as we go along.” The shorter of the two, a woman he now knew was named Lute, replied. The man either didn’t listen or didn’t care for her suggestion as he just continued on a new tangent as Angel passed them finally. Not much to go off of, but the two were definitely lost at least. Angel slowed his pace as his thoughts sped up. Helping people is a pretty redeeming quality… and all he’d have to do to get some good boy points is explain what the hotel was and offer to walk them to them there, then it was off his hands and into Charlie’s. He would be helpful while barely having to do anything! Score!

Angel turned on his heels and jogged back up to them, “Uh, hey you two,” He caught their attention. “I couldn’t help overhearing that you two are in some kind of situation.” He gave a winning smile to them, looking back and forth, before realising they were each giving him an unsettled look. Not one he’d have expected from two people who got pulled out of their conversation by a stranger but the kind from people who were downright shocked. The woman in particular looked like she could glare daggers right into him if he said the wrong thing. “Uh. I-I just, heard you talking as I was walkin’ past ya both, it sounded like you were maybe lost?” He was loosing steam. She was unnerving and it didn’t help that the man was ridiculously tall, taller than he had expected up close. It was odd to see someone so close to human but just adjacent enough that she left him unsettled. The only other people he’d met down here who came this close to human had been Charlie and Vaggie so far, and Charlie growing horns occasionally kind of took away from that perception. At least the man, large as he was, had the familiarity of a more inhuman face. “I might just keep walking, I’m sorry to bother ya both!”

“Wait.” Lute spoke finally breaking her stony gaze with a blink. “What help could you possibly offer?” It seemed less like an acceptance and more like a challenge.

“Yeah spindle-slut, what’s your game here?” The man joined, hands on his hips. Angel was beginning to wonder if this was actually going to be worth the effort. They didn’t truly know just yet what redeemed a sinner, he was taking a shot in the dark here because he had been under the assumption this would be easy, a quick invitation and then he was done. It seemed these two were more down for a challenge than anything.

“Okay big boy, keep the names to a minimum when we’re not in the bedroom, capeesh?” Angel saw the woman’s eyes narrow at that. Human as she appeared she still resembled a bird of prey, yellow eyes and feathered neck. “What I was going to say is that if yous are lost I know somewhere that takes people in for free. All you gotta do is play along with with some goody two shoes bullshit and you get a hotel room with no other strings attached. There’s been comerciales for it, the Hazbin Hotel?”

The woman stepped closer to Angel in an aggressive manner, sidestepping the man who looked like he been slapped in the face.

“We have zero interest in some crackpipe dream from a hellspawn like that princess, do you hear me?” The energy radiating from her sucked out the last bit of motivation Angel had for attempting his good deed for the day.

“Okay.” Angel stepped back. “Whatever toots, see ya never.” Angel turned on his heels and strode away. What a waste of time, if he stuck around a second longer he was sure he’d have had to pull out his guns from their hiding place. That conversation was a waste of time and effort, and now he was even more ready to crash in bed the second he got back to the hotel. At least he could say he gave it a shot. Maybe the fact that he tried would count towards whatever toll he was trying to fill.

[stay-midnight]

Unreleased Draft #4: A Journey Through the Cosmos

Android Hwang Hyunjin x Male Reader

Synopsis: Humans went extinct decades ago, Y/N found himself waking up in an unfamiliar place with no memories of what happened, only an android and a possible second human to keep him company.

A/N • My attempt at writing third person POV i was having a hard time at this! This was suppose to be my 200 Followers special huhu but I didn't manage to finish it at that time it was long ago as well like 2021 probably😭

Author Ratings:

Plot/Idea on Scratch - 9/10, I am a sucker for sci-fi and I eat it up regularly, haha Im a science nerd what can I say I hope to do more sci fi in the futuree writing.

Writing at that time - 7/10, kinda good for a first attempt at third person but generally I dont like third person povs with x reader fics 😭! I think my wording is owkay here.

Writeability / Needed Creativity - 0/10, my love for sci fi is not comparable to my ability to actually write them, my limit is tentacle alien smut HAHAHAHA 😭.

Total Darkness.

Completely Fading.

That was all Y/N could feel, well for now I guess.

Years and years have passed in his cold sleep, that is until it was finally time.

“Wh— Where am I...?” He mumbled out, the light at the ceiling was blinding and once he sat up the chill that was surrounding him gradually disappeared. He turned to the side and noticed he was in some sort of container.

“A hospital?” He thought, weirded a bit at the moment.

He sat up straight and look around his surroundings, his blurry vision from the blinding light before now much clearer to him.

He was in a white room, like clean and pure white with lines of silver engraved on the wall.

What caught his attention though was another person, standing with his head bent as if he was nodding. “What is this place...”

Is he in heaven? In a experimental facility? He had a lot of questions surging through his nerves.

Where am I?

The male inside the opened ‘container’ stretched his muscles before standing up and walking over to the weird person.

He tapped his shoulder, Once. Twice.

Then the mysterious person looked up at the one who disturbed his sleep then spoke.

“Select a mode, human: Helper Mode, Human Mode, Guard Mode, Lover Mode.” He said without blinking and in a monotone voice.

The last option made the male widen his eyebrows in confusion as silence reigns over both of you for a few moment as he took in his appearance; sharp jaw, plump and huge lips, cat eyes, big nose and clear skin. He’s too perfect, what the hell.

His eyes were glowing a blue hue which fascinated the male until he opened those lips of his again, “Again, human please select a mode: Helper Mode, Huma—”

“Helper Mode.... Wait, are you a robot?” Said the fascinated one, scratching his head at what exactly is happening.

“Very well then.” He accepts before his blue irises turned into green, emerald glowing ones.

“As I was assigned to helper mode, I will do my best to attend to your needs whether you have questions or just want me to do a certain action that will benefit you.” he explained briefly and looked at the human before him for any signs of questions to his statement.

“Forgive me, Y/N for I haven’t introduced myself properly yet.”

He knows my name..?

“I am an android, for typically I don’t have a name — but my creator always called me Hyunjin. I was created to serve the last humans. You and whoever is inside that.” he stated, pointing to the other container right next to you before giving a beautiful smile.

“L-Last humans? This isn’t some kind of prank is it? Is this some kind of test..?” Y/N asked with a trembling voice and shocked eyes as he gnaw on his bottom lip.

The android smile faded, “No. You are both the last of civilization. Planet Earth was destroyed 79 earth years ago.” he asked his voice still barely holding emotions but empty.

Y/N tried to calm your head down before asking more questions again, “Where are we then? If Earth got destroyed.” You breathed out trying to process information.

“We are currently in what the Creator called the ‘Mothership’” Hyunjin hummed before sighing and made a hand signal inching Y/N to move forward and you did.

He swiped his hand and a hologram appeared behind Y/N, he looked back and stared at the figure in awe. “Is this where we are?” He spoke reaching out to the it only for the tips of his fingers to pass through it.

Hyunjin nodded, “Yes.”

~∆~

The ship looked a bit like a submarine of some sort. It looked cool but what was worrying about is how this ship works, like a car using fuel? Or just collecting the space dust - turning it into usable gas. he might have to ask Hyunjin later.

“Oh, you mentioned something about different modes you have - what exactly to they do?” Y/N spurred.

“Helper Mode is helping those in need either by medical or informational problems. Human Mode is where a personality to be built and be processed. Also to adapt. Guard mode is for fighting and protecting and lastly Lover mode is for me to give people’s physical needs by affection or to entertain sexual desires.” He explained once more thoroughly with a handsome smile on his face.

“Now, please take a rest. I am going to standby here to wait for the second human.” Hyunjin said but more in a concerning look.

“I have been asleep for seven decades and you still expect me to sleep?” Y/N pouted and looked at him with a glare. Hyunjin paid no mind and just nodded. Before standing still and looked at the other container.

Is it okay if—

“Hyunjin, switch to Human Mode if you may.” Y/N mumbled lowly but somehow Hyunjin’s advanced hearing caught on.

The android looked at Y/N before his emerald irises turned into brown orbs, looking more human so to speak. “As Human Mode was activated, I will do my best to communicate, learn and interact to add to my data and help build a complex human personality.” He said with a warm smile, taking a seat at the corner.

Wow, he seems more like a different person.

~∆~

Y/N played with his fingers in absolute boredom as you waited for the container to open.

“Hey Hyunjin? How long till that open?” He said in a frustrated tone, sighing afterwards.

“Not much long..” Hyunjin sighs with bored look on his face as he turned to the male walking in circles, deep in thought.

“In the meantime, Hyunjin, may I— uh, explore the ship?” Y/N spoke in a thrilled tone as his orbs was filled with curiousity.

“I would recommend you to stay put but as long as you stay in vicinity of this room, it should be okay since it’s easy to get lost in the ship here. O- Oh.. take this if your going.” He smiled meekly, standing up but somehow the other man couldn’t take his eyes off on how the android moves his thick and plump lips while he’s chattering.

~∆~

“Y/N..? Hello Y/N to ship?” He waves his hand on your face, laughing at you.

Y/N stared at him incredulously, silently judging his slighty robotic laugh. “Is that normal?”

“Uh....” he trailed before clearing his throat and laughing again this time more realistic.

The human smiled at it but forgot that Hyunjin was giving him omething, due to the absurd amount of time used to check the non-human.

“Take this if your going.” he said pulling something out of his pocket - a badge?

Wha—

[panthera-tigris-venenata]

🌍, 🦈, 🤡, and ❤️

🌍What tags or warnings will your / one of your wip(s) need if you intend to share it?

...yeah. it's gonna be "Alcohol abuse/alcoholism" and "substance abuse". Possibly something on the lines of "non-graphic violence" (cos reliable narrator?? Don't know any of these) and, if I finish Dead Beauty AU, "Major character death".

🦈Tell us the name of your/ one of your WIP(s)

Hmm, the fic I'd like to write next has the working title of "He should be having mental breakdown behind the club".

"Death Threats on Dead Beauty" was dubbed "No Uma AU" in my docs for the longest time, which, hey, it's descriptive. I like "Dead Beauty AU" better tho.

"Huma Soulmark AU" and "Audrey Soulmark AU" are kinda self-explanatory.

🤡How many Wips are you actively working on?

...none?

How many of stories I started and didn't finish yet? That'd be like. Nine ✨

❤️ thanks!!