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shadowbriar · 1 year ago

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Sirius Black - The Lion and The Lamb

Pairing : Sirius Black x (she/her) Reader Word Count : 5.1k Warning : One curse word. I'm so bad at this I don't think there's any other? Synopsis : Sirius' plot of pairing her with Remus has finally come to a success yet he finds it hard to find the joy in their relationship. Notes : Post no 3 for my 1 Year Anniversary Celebration. This story is a little bit all over the place, I'm sorry for that. Don't forget to fill the form here if you'd like to be tagged for my future works. If you like this story and would like to support me, please visit my kofi page and perhaps get me a coffee?☕ Sirius Black's Masterlist click here. Taglist : @jsjcue @ell0ra-br3kk3r @sofiacblair @when-you-cant-think-of-anything

It is only logical that someone like her, a bright witch with the wittiest mind and cleverest brain, would ever fall for someone who’s equally as brilliant. Someone who excels in his classes, despite the fact that he has a troublesome condition that restrains him from having a full attendance in his classes, is still being appointed as prefect due to his capability and proficient skill set. It’s simple logic, isn’t it? Smart people are attracted to smart people, the same way funny people are attracted to other funny people.

At least, that is the rule Sirius Black is believing in.

For years he has tried to play the matchmaker for Remus and her. ‘Accidentally’ pairing them up for school projects, ‘accidentally’ forgetting their group study session so the two of them would be left alone, and ‘accidentally’ always making her sit next to Remus in every chance presented. Sirius was determined to get them together. He would always argue that they just haven’t noticed the chemistry they have, how everyone in the room could tell that these two are in love with each other. Though James would always deny and say that no one except Sirius would see this so-called chemistry, Sirius has already made it his life mission to make them a couple.

“Truly, I love Padfoot but his antics on pairing us up is starting to get under my skin.” Remus grumbles as he walks with her through Hogsmeade. They were supposed to meet up at the Three Broomstick, her and the rest of the Marauders, but after an hour of waiting, the two knew that this is just another stunt Sirius’ pulled for them “Once we get back to the castle I will make him transform into his animagus form and turn him into a fur hat, I swear it.”

She chuckles, “I’d love to witness that.”

The two continue their walk until Remus halts all of a sudden, stopping his pace with an expression she couldn’t decipher. It was as if he was thinking deeply about something that is struggling to burst forth from his lips. His brows furrow and it’s taking a huge amount of self control in herself to not straighten them with her thumb.

“I have an idea that might make you murder me,” He says to her “But this is worth the shot, at least for me.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Are you not tired of this? Of Padfoot always setting us up like this?” Remus questions, his arms now fold in front of his chest “Because I am. We can hardly hangout with the others anymore and don’t get me wrong, I love spending time with you, Love, it’s just that—”

“Sirius,” She cuts, nodding in understanding with a small laughter “I get it. What do you propose?”

Remus shrugs, “Well, since the boy’s so determined to get us together, why don’t we just.. Get together?”

“Get together?” She repeats with a raised brow “As in.. Date each other?”

“Yeah, precisely that.”

She stares at him with appalled eyes. Remus seems adamant with his proposal, his tone is firm and his body language shows 100% certainty, yet her mind still couldn’t process his words properly. The idea of them dating would be as logical as flying pigs. They are the true definition of platonic love. Dating Remus would feel like painting the Black Lake pink with a makeup brush, painful and useless.

Noticing her bewildered expression, Remus proceeds to explain his bid, “Alright, maybe I worded it wrong. I meant to say that maybe we should try to give the impression that we’re dating. I love you Dove, there’s no denying that, but we’re nowhere close to what Padfoot is insinuating and I just can’t live the rest of my school years being his experimental toad.”

“Ah,” She finally nods in understanding. Her facial expressions soften from the explanation, letting out a chuckle now as Remus’ words start to make sense “You still have to define try in this scenario, Rem. What are the rules and what not?”

Remus shrugs once more, “Just act like we’re dating in front of the boys, I guess.”

“Okay, and what does ‘act like we’re dating’ mean?” She questions further, her right hand now resting on her right cheek as she gives the offer a thought “Dating could have a very broad meaning, these days.”

“Hold hands, walk you to your classes, carry your books, you know those little things.”

“And how about the PDAs?”

“Like kissing?” Remus asks. He winces slightly at the thought, not out of disgust but more on the unlikelihood of either of them enjoying such action “We can opt that out. Just tell people we’re not a big fan of public attention for such gestures, they’ll buy it.”

She pursed her lips, brows furrowed now as she truly pondered her options. Sure the fact that Sirius is restless about his mission is irritating her, but is pretend dating really the answer? It feels cruel, knowing that Sirius came from a good heart, but Remus is right. Just how many more years should they suffer through this foolish mischief? If anything it will only grow discomfort between her and Remus and she surely wouldn’t want to lose her friendship with him.

“Should we put a time frame for it then?” She says, trying to help perfect the proposal “Say.. 3 months? Would that be too long? We could just tell people that we didn’t really work out by then.”

“I was going to say until the semester ends, but 3 months seems enough.” Remus nods, holding out his hand “So is that a deal?”

She smiles, taking his hand and shaking it firmly, “Deal.”

—-

The next morning when the pack walks down to the Great Hall, Sirius’ eyes are caught at the sight of his two friends sitting comfortably close to each other, already enjoying their meal and sharing what seems to be the most interesting discussion. James shot him a look, utterly puzzled at the intimacy they were showing. Peter was the only one who could still function and walk to the couple, sitting right in front of them.

“Morning, you two,” Peter greets, his eyes narrowed in an interrogating way “You left pretty early this morning, Moons. Didn’t even hear you go out the door.”

“Yeah, I had to pick her up from her dorm.” Remus shrugs, his tone casual as he rests a hand around her shoulders “You guys are here on time.”

“What is happening?” Sirius asks this time, a disbelief smile decorating his baffled face. He was still standing by the table, the only one who’s not yet seated. His eyes travelled to Remus’ secured hold around her “You two are more comfortable than I last remember.”

“Yeah, well, we decided to give it a go.” She explained with a smile, looking at Remus.

Sirius let out a chuckle, one that doesn’t sound the most sincere as he proceeds to question, his tone was laced with uncertainty, “Give what a go?”

“Dating.” She answers as she turns to him briefly before giving Remus a little peck on the cheeks “We’re dating now.”

Remus, who wasn’t expecting the kiss, turns crimson. It wasn’t the first kiss he’s received on the cheek from her, but getting it under the impression of their romantic affair still caught him off guard. He gave her a look, one that she understood was him being impressed at her act, before pulling her head closer to his shoulder.

Remus’ eyes now travel to Sirius’ who is stupefied, still on his feet after witnessing such action. He doesn’t seem to be joyful, not even the slightest bit happy at the fact that his life mission is now finally achieved. Like someone hit the invisible reset button in the back of his head. Completely at loss of words and understanding of the scene unravelling before his eyes.

“You alright, Pads?” Remus asks with a raised brow.

James had to pull on Sirius’ robe in order to bring the black haired boy back to life. Sirius blinks, evidently trying to digest the new information with a scrunched brow. He finally takes a seat, resting his hand under his chin in an interrogative gesture, “What— When, uh, when did this happen?”

“Yesterday, after our Hogsmeade date.” She answers casually, squeezing herself closer to her ‘boyfriend’ as she continues “We figured.. You’re right. We do have chemistry between us, so we thought— Why not? Right, my Love?”

Remus smirks, seemingly amused at the pet name given, “Right, Darling.”

“Aw, not the pet names.” James fakes a gag “You two are going to beat me and Lils as couple of the year.”

Breakfast continued with so much laughter and bliss that her cheeks were starting to hurt. It feels wonderful to finally share tender and warm moments without having to worry that Remus might feel uncomfortable or that she would have to excuse herself to join her group of friends to run from a plot Sirius would pull on them. After what seems to be forever, the two of them can finally appreciate the platonic love shared in the group.

Yet through the delightful morning they’re spending, she couldn’t help but to notice the half-hearted laughter Sirius would let out or how he would play with his food more than to chime in on James' jokes. He wouldn’t meet eyes with her, as if he has a secret he wants to keep. Something she couldn’t tell what it was nor what it’s about.

—-

Fake dating Remus has been brilliant to say the least. Neither of them now have to feel awkward from each other, nurturing their friendship that was once put to halt when Sirius started his ruse. James and Peter have been more free to ask either of them to hang out too, knowing that Sirius wouldn’t pop out of nowhere and jeopardise the plan to have her paired up with Remus instead. Yet through all these splendid events, she couldn’t help but to notice Sirius’ withdrawal.

He has been more quiet whenever the five of them would hang out, being too busy with his assignments she knows full well he pays no mind about or excusing himself to get some rest. She couldn’t even see him alone, always having something in his schedule that would make him leave her in the hallways.

It would be a lie to say that she doesn’t miss his presence.

“Have you been giving the group more quidditch practice, Potter?” She asks as she plops herself to the sofa, scanning around the Common Room to look for the familiar black haired boy.

James makes a face, “No? We haven’t even done any practice for weeks due to the bad weather.”

A frown blooms on her face. Quidditch practice is Sirius’ most used justification to his pardon and to know that there hasn’t even been one for a while surely baffles her. What could be the reason for Sirius’ absence then?

“Where’s Sirius?” She voiced out “I haven’t seen him for a while now, it’s like he’s avoiding me.”

“Probably feeling undermotivated now that you two are dating. His whole life was devoted to seeing you two as a couple, now that it’s happened, I suppose Padfoot requires some time to recalculate his next life mission.” Peter comments nonchalantly “Perhaps he could finally find one that is actually useful for his future.”

She forces a smile.

A big question mark is still ingrained in her mind. She seems to be the only one to notice Sirius’ withdrawal and is actually bothered by it. Perhaps it was because the boys still see him in their dorm room and spend more classes with him that they could hardly notice the difference. Either way, she knows that she won’t get her answer by asking them about Sirius. She has to ask him herself. However that might be.

—-

Sirius’ palms have been more sweaty nowadays every time she was around. He was sure that one of these days his closest mates will call him out for the strange act he’s been pulling and how he’s committing the grandest sin to have feelings for his best friend’s girlfriend.

In his defence, Sirius never intended to fall for her. He’s always admired her, sure, only a fool would question that, but never has Sirius ever thought that such admiration stemmed from romantic feelings. He always thought and believed that her best pair is Remus, someone who is stable and responsible, unlike him who is impulsive and directionless in life. Someone who would follow wherever the wind would sail his ship to.

No, Sirius will never accept anyone who is less prudent than Remus to be her lover.

But that day in Potion class haunts him like a persisting ghost. How the cauldron of Amortentia smelled like her. A mix of her perfume, her favourite dish that she would always dig in whenever Christmas comes, and that scent of flower they did their Herbology paper on back in third year. There would be no chance that Sirius misinterpreted the scents. What he smelled from the love potion was her, only her.

Now he’s standing feet away from her, trying to cast the patronus charm along with the other students. He could see Remus succeeding in no time, producing a wolf shaped patronus. He could see the mixed emotions Remus had on his face. Proud of his success in conjuring the spell and bitterness over the form of patronus he owned.

He turned his gaze to Lily, a beautiful doe was running around her. James on the other side of the class was screaming in delight when he finally conjured his patronus, a magnificent stag standing by his side. Sirius knew that James would use this to pester on Lily more. People do say that some soulmates may have a connected form of patronus.

Sirius’ lips turned into a smile as he watched her successfully produce her patronus now. A beautiful rottweiler was running around her. What a perfect patronus, Sirius thought. A courageous and loyal animal, the perfect one for her.

Now Sirius tries to cast the spell himself. A couple tries and he finally managed to produce a full patronus, a german shepherd. He lets out a satisfied laughter, watching as his patronus runs around the class, stopping only when it met her patronus.

But Sirius’ patronus soon disappears as his focus dissolves, locking eyes with Remus who watches over the event with a confused look and an intrigued smirk plastered on his face. Sirius swallowed his own saliva in nervousness. Does this mean Remus knows about his growing affection towards his girlfriend?

—-

“I’m calling it, me and Lily are soulmates.” James says happily as he jumps on his bed, resting his arms behind his head as a pillow “Who would’ve thought, right? A stag and a doe. Merlin, we must’ve been made for each other for real.”

“Not really in the mood to talk about patronuses, guys.” Peter snorts, sulking at his still failure in conjuring one.

“Don’t worry, Wormy, your time will come.” Sirius says, patting the boy’s shoulder before heading to his trunk to put his books in “Took me a couple tries to get it too.”

“Right, your german shepherd patronus,” Remus notes, a suspicious smile tugged on his lips “Did you notice that yours were the only one other than her’s in the form of a dog?”

Sirius feigned a confused look, furrowing his brows, “Who? I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Oh, right! Her rottweiler!” James chimed “It was adorable when your patronus came to her’s, Pads. Too bad yours didn’t last too long. You surely need more practice with your spell.”

Sirius only let out a small chuckle, not saying another word as he silently prays that they would drop this topic. It’s uncomfortable enough for him to know that his patronus were fond of hers, adding to the stress of his realisation of her scent from the amortentia. Now to have Remus staring at him with an expression he’s dying to confront yet certainly not ready to face the consequences of, Sirius wonders if pairing her with Remus all these years was a mistake.

—-

“I think we need to call off this ruse.”

“Already?” She asks, putting down her book to meet Remus’ eyes “We’re not even half way through 3 months.”

“Yeah, I don’t think we need to get that long. Even if we break up now, I’m sure Sirius wouldn’t pair us up like he did before.”

She raised an eyebrow, confused, “Why would you think that?”

“Because that git finally realises that he likes you.” Remus says with a confident smirk.

Her eyes nearly popped out of its eye sockets. What Remus said just now is as surprising as hearing that Dumbledore and McGonnagal are holding their wedding this Yule break. Never in a million years would she ever expect such a reason to be uttered by him.

She let out a mocking laughter, dismissing his words, “You’re mental.”

“I’m not,” Remus denies, leaning closer to her to prove his words “That day in Charms class. His patronus came to you. You both had guard dogs as patronus. Why do you think that’s because?”

“Mere coincidence?” She questions, still finding his words to be baffling “We both have dogs as our patronus, so? They’re not even the same breed. You’re making a connection out of nothing.”

“Am I really?” He challenges “I mean, think about it! Don’t you think Sirius has been acting strange ever since we’re dating? And that day in Potion class, I bet you a hundred galleons, he smelled your scent from the amortentia.”

“He does not,” She says firmly, shaking her head in denial “And you don’t even have a hundred galleons, Remus.”

Remus rolled his eyes, “My point still stands. Sirius likes you, I’m certain of it.”

She frowns, still finding it hard to digest Remus’ words. It feels like some sick joke he’s trying to have her convinced. There would be no chance in hell that Sirius would like her. Why would he? All these years spent of him trying to get her with Remus, why would he now have feelings for her?

“No.” She says short.

“Why are you so defensive about this?” Remus groans “I’m telling you. We call things off now and I bet Sirius will waste no time and court you.”

“He spent his whole life in Hogwarts trying to pair us up, Remus. Now you say that he has feelings for me? Doesn’t that sound a little bit mad?”

He shrugs, “Maybe he didn’t realise his feelings for you until we did this fake dating.”

“That still sounds absurd.”

“Fine, don’t believe me,” Remus says, holding his hands up in surrender “But I still think we should stop our ruse now. If he really does have feelings for you, I don’t want him to feel like he’s betraying me or anything. I refuse to be the cockblocker between you two.”

She put up her book, closing their conversation with a nod. If Remus thinks that it would be best for them to stop their fake dating now then she would have no issue against it. It wasn’t like she was having the grandest time of her life fake dating him, but there would be no chance that she’s falling for his words, that Sirius secretly holds feelings for her because there’s simply no chance for that to ever happen in this life. No chance.

—-

“You broke up with her?!” Sirius asked, tone rising in disbelief and unexplained anger “Why?!”

“Because,” Remus answers with a shrug “I just don’t think that it was working.”

“So you dumped her?”

“No, it was a mutual agreement.”

Sirius still has his displeased expression on, glaring at Remus. He wasn’t sure why he was feeling this way. A mix of relief and rage at the same time. He was glad that they finally ended their relationship, for whatever reason Sirius isn’t sure he wanted to dig deeper on, but on the other side he can’t help but to worry if she was hurt by Remus’ decision. Even if it was a mutual agreement, who’s to say that she isn’t crying and bawling her eyes out from heartbreak right now?

“I still can’t believe you broke up with her.” Sirius mutters “You two have only been, what, a month together?”

Remus shrugs once more, letting out a tired sigh, “There’s no bad blood between us. She’s fine, I didn’t break her heart if that’s what you’re so riled up on.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

Remus raised an eyebrow, giving him the ‘are you serious’ look.

“What?” Sirius asks, appalled “What’s with that look?”

“Oh, come on, Pads, stop acting oblivious.” Remus says, rolling his eyes “You might fool Prongs and Wormtail but you’ll never fool me, not about this.”

Sirius frowns, folding his arms in front of his chest in defence, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Remus glares.

Sirius squared his shoulders, showing his firm stand.

Remus sighs, patting his best friend's shoulder in an attempt to console him, “For what it’s worth, Pads, I’m not angry. If anything, I’m glad that you finally come to your senses and realise the true reason for your dedication in finding her a proper partner. You care for her, in a whole different world than how me or Prongs or Wormtail do. I just hope that you won’t be stupid enough to pull another lark on her.”

Sirius remains quiet, his defensive expression softens a little. It was one thing to realise his feelings for her, one thing to see all the signs scattered around them that he was so blind to see before, but it’s an entirely different thing to have it confronted by Remus. By the one person who he should feel most embarrassed to admit the feelings for. What kind of a friend is he? Has he no shame?

“I’m sorry, Moony.” Sirius begins “I never meant for it to go this way.”

“What are you saying sorry for? I just told you I’m glad about your budding affection for her.” Remus replies with a chuckle “You can throw away the shame or any foul feelings you have for liking her. I’m not angry or disappointed or anything you might think I feel. Matter of fact, if I could give you any advice, I’ll tell you to go and see her now and waste no more time. You’ve been dense for quite too long, it’s time you actually do something about it.”

“Are you sure? You’re not the slightest bit angry at me?”

“Pads, if you ask me one more time, I swear to Merlin I’ll hex you.”

Sirius smiles, genuinely at last. He feels like the heavy burden that has been sitting atop of his chest has been lifted. Like he could finally breathe and think clearly after being so suffocated by all the overthinking he’s done at night. He could feel the energy that used to flow through his veins slowly returning, making his confidence and bold self to be resurrected back to life.

“Moons,” Sirius called, grinning “You don’t happen to know where she is, do you?”

—-

The library was pretty much empty now. Students have either gone back to their dormitory or down at the Great Hall to have their dinners. She too would find herself digging into roasted chicken and mashed potato right now had today been another ordinary day, but no. Today has been everything but ordinary.

Remus’ words echo in her head like a broken record. She knew that Sirius had been acting strange. She’s confident that she was the first to notice this. Even his reaction to their dating news was so out of character. The anticipated grin and jump of joy was never presented, only vacant eyes and forced laughter served by Sirius ever since.

Now she tries to bury the thousand of questions running in her mind by reading some books she knew would do her no good. She’s lost count of how many times she’s reread this one sentence. None of the words seem to enter her brain, lost into thin air as her eyes skimmed through the words.

“Hey.”

Her head was turned in the blink of an eye, neck almost cracked from the sudden force. She stares at the boy standing by her side with a surprised look, smiling faintly, “Sirius, hello.”

“Can I join you?”

“Uh, sure,” She says, heart pounding now “Take a seat.”

Sirius silently does, smiling at her with quite the nervousness. Whatever it is he wanted to say tonight, she knew that it messes with his heartbeat as much as it does to hers.

“Are you busy?” He asks, fidgeting with his fingers “I’d like to steal a little bit of your time if you aren’t.”

“No, I’m not busy.” She says, closing her book. She tidies her hair nervously, trying to compose herself in front of him. Something she’s never felt before, conscious of his appearance in front of Sirius. Lord, just what is happening in her heart, truly?

“I, uh.. I have something to talk to you about.” Sirius begins, his volume getting smaller and smaller that he’s practically whispering now “I heard that you and Remus didn’t work out.”

“Oh, yeah, we didn’t.”

“Are you okay?”

“Grand,” She bobs her head up and down, a little bit too cheerful for someone who’s facing a break up “Me and Remus are still friends, there’s no hard feelings between us. We just didn’t work out.”

“I see.”

She nods again, smiling awkwardly, “Is that what you wanted to talk about?”

“Yeah.. I mean, no, not really.” Sirius says, tongue tied over whatever lines he wanted to spill “I just— Well, I— Shit, this is so hard to say but I— Well, the past few days I’ve been thinking and I.. Well.. I suppose I owe you an apology.”

“An apology?” She asks, raising an eyebrow “What for?”

“For trying to pair you and Remus together.” He continues “I.. I realised that I might not have the proper reason for wanting to find you the right partner. I mean, I thought I did but some things that have happened recently have altered my perspective.”

She opens her mouth before closing it again, confused at whatever direction he was going for, “Sirius, I don’t believe that I understand a word you said just now.”

“I know. I’m not making any sense right now.” He says with a chuckle. The laughter was enough to melt the tension between them but once it died down, the heaviness on his shoulders returned that Sirius couldn’t help but to let out a sigh “What I’m trying to say is.. I think.. Well, I used to think that certain people belong to certain people.”

Her brows knit, listening carefully to his words.

“I thought that smart people belong with smart people. I thought that someone as smart as you should be with someone just as smart. I mean, it’s logical isn’t it? The lions belong with the lioness and the lamb belongs with the other lamb.” He continues, rambling “But then you started dating Remus, and that Potion class happened, and Charm class happened, and I began to think.. Could the lion be with the lamb?”

“I— Am I the lion or the lamb?” She asks, furrowing her brows “I’d be offended if you say I’m the lamb.”

Sirius grins, “You’re the lion, of course.”

“Then who’s the lamb? You or Remus?”

“Me,” Sirius answers, biting his inner cheek in nervousness “I’m the lamb.”

Her expression softens, slowly understanding his words.

“I know it was wrong of me to feel this way. You’re dating Remus, for Godric’s sake! I’ve been trying to pair you two for years and now that you two are dating, I can’t even fake happiness for it.” Sirius confesses, smiling pitifully to himself “What a friend, right?”

She takes his hand gently, softly squeezing it in assurance, “We can’t help who we fall in love with, Sirius. I’m sure Remus understands.”

“He does,” Sirius answers “Do you?”

She was quiet now. It all happens too quickly for her. Just a few hours ago she was fake dating Remus, then he told her that Sirius likes her, and now Sirius himself is professing his feelings. Sure there have been moments in her life where she admires Sirius more than she admires Remus or James or Peter, but it was never as strong as how Sirius is portraying right now. Never as clear as the devotion Sirius is offering her right now.

“I don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable.” Sirius says, noticing her mute as rejection “Just say the words and we can put this behind us. Pretend that this never happens.”

“Sirius,” She calls, holding his hand firmer now “I appreciate your honesty and truthfully, I— I don’t have a word to say to you right now.”

Sirius nods, understanding.

“I just.. I need time to digest everything.” She continues “And you’re not making me uncomfortable. If you’d like to dive further into whatever this is we’re feeling right now, I’m willing to give it a go, but I can’t promise you anything right now.”

“Give.. Give it a go?” Sirius asks, hopeful eyes now staring at her “You’re willing to give this a go?”

“I mean, sure. I’ve always wondered what chemistry you always talk about whenever me and Remus were in the same room because to put it frankly, I always thought that it was us who had the chemistry, not me and Remus.” She reasoned, smiling a little at the thought “But like I said, I can’t promise you anything. I can’t promise you that I would be able to return the affection as much as the one you have for me. I’ll try, but I don’t want to give you false promises.”

“That is more than enough.” Sirius says fast, grinning satisfiedly now “Thank you.”

She nods, returning his smile.

Relief was what best describes the two of them now. Sirius kisses the back of her hand gently, showing his grandest gratitude for her understanding and kindness. The same happiness was mirrored on her face, flustered at his gentle gesture. It’s only a matter of time now until the two hand each other their hearts. After all, german shepherds and rottweilers always make cute puppies, don’t they?

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the-s1lly-corner · 4 months ago

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Heket I just think it would be funny her trying to hide her gay feelings from one of the lambs followers that stumbled across her

Like just imagine her trying to stop herself from falling more in love with one of her enemies followers especially if the follower doesn't even know that she has accidentally made the goddess of famine fall in love with her

Heket crushing on the reader

HEKET MY BELOVED!! YOU FINALLY GET A SOLO POST!! notes: reader is implied fem though they can still be seen as GN, follows both bishop and follower heket cws: mentioned of death but its brief and nothing you wouldnt get in the game

loving the idea of her growing fond of you even before you joined the lambs cult, perhaps you were a rouge or a hermit who sometimes passed through anura- but boy is she pissed when she finds out youve joined the lambs cult

she is seething over it, actually, but a lot of her anger is directed towards the lamb- what appeal did they have that caused you to join them

almost offended, actually

sometimes grumbles about it to her siblings, though that tends to stop after leshy is killed- she starts focusing on stamping out the lamb before more of her siblings are slain

during the stress of that you dont cross her mind again until she herself is slain for a second time and made to join the lambs cult

lots of internalizing her feelings from there, but to her siblings who have already joined the cult and followed her since.... its so painfully obvious

shes stubborn but if youve won her over before you can probably do it again... without trying... afterall youre still the same person she fell for, even if you arent aware that shes caught feelings

lots of intense stares from her as you go on about your day, sometimes leshy teases the both of you when hes slacking off of his own work

needless to say when you do find out youre just in total shock- regardless of if shes still a god or not you cant help but feel a certain way that youve caught her eye- and her heart

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bibibi-tchx · 5 months ago

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Does lil man ever have moments where he just needs to be with both mami and papi at all times? I can see lil man just waking up extra clingy needing to have both of them in his eye sight at all times just wanting their comfort :(

oh anon of course he does

especially when hes teeny tiny- being that small, where hes smaller than about 1yrs old, everything seems that weirder. like, the world feels as though its going to swallow him whole, and he can’t even think of any way to describe it- all he knows is that he wants his papi and his mami right there right now.

which cues him waking up in his normal adult bed, and feeling as though everything is out of place, and hes much too small to be in his big boy bed- tears ensue, and he is sobbing

hes too small to even communicate whats wrong, so he just continues to cry, trying his best to call out for both of his caregivers but because hes way way too small, all he can do is repeat “ma” over and over again. even a full “mami” or “papi” feels too out of reach for his tongue, so hes just babbling a very wet, a very sad sounding “ma” the best he can in between all of the hiccups

of course it doesnt take long for both of his mami and papi to be in his room, picking him up and consoling him, rhea rocking him gently from side to side whilst damians right next to her, singing his usual lullabies to try and soothe dominik

sobby lil babie immediately shuts up, to the point where rhea and damian then proceed to turn to each other and make small quizzical faces- like, it was so swift for him to stop crying, and hiccuping not long after, that they are puzzled; they make the look.

theres a look that all caregivers have when their baby does something that is baffling, but they are still amused by it. trust me here. cgs yall know the look im on about. <3

“im going to run downstairs to grab him a smoothie or something for him to drink, solid foods might be a bit too overwhelming for him at the moment.” comes out from damian after a few minutes of them playing with the very teeny baby, with damian and rhea making different faces and such and watching how hes reacting to try and gage exactly how small dominik has woken up that morning

rhea’s nodding, because thats a fair idea, and its also a way for damian to have another means of hiding veggies in dominik’s diet and she can’t oppose that really

but the moment is out of dominik’s sight from where him and rhea are cuddling on the bed, with rhea holding up his lamb to his face to try and distract their iddy biddy boy, even though it hasnt worked the moment damian turns his back from their cuddle on the bed, and dominik’s wails ensue once more, probably even louder than before

he deffo tries to clumsily reach out and grab at his papi too, needing to have him nearby at all times or else all hell is gonna break loose

damian aint all that impressed either, feeling absolutely horrible that he has to leave, “oh niñito, papi’s got to go make you some breakfast. dont you wanna eat?”

surprise surprise, dominik shakes his head, “nuhuh- pa!” looking so forlorn, purely upset

rhea looks upset too- she doesn’t really know what to do, but she knows that if damian leaves, shes gonna need to follow him with dominik in her arms, “dont you want to have a cuggle, baby blueberry? arent you comfy, hm?” because she knows that dominik dont do well when changing locations when hes that small

dominik nods, bcus yuh duh of course hes comfy!! he has his mami, and he has his papi. its a no brainer, however he cant even think to deal with not having both of them nearby, so he starts to tear up a little bit at the thought, but hes still so so comfy, which means that hes nodding, but hes still crying

caregivers confusion to the max

“are you comfy, little one?” in the most soothing whisper that rheas voice has ever gone, the pads of her thumbs gentily wiping away at dominiks tears

“mhm.” with a little hiccup, big brown eyes staring up at damian, bcus nuhuh papi cannot go

it definitely is a whole back and forth, until, eventually, rhea has to bring the babie around with her everywhere

thank u anon !! <3

#the judgment day #littledominik #domdom #bbie #dominik mysterio #wwe #damian priest #cloves anons #the judgment day wwe #the judgement day #wwe rhea ripley #rhea ripley #wwe damian priest #wwe dominik mysterio

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moon0fairy · 2 years ago

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Ted lasso 3x05 lets gooo:

• Oh no it‘s looking dark

• Higgins dad oh boi🫡

• Big boss is angryyyy~

• TRENT CRIMM (he heard screaming and was like all ears)

• TRENT STOP MAKING FACES I CANT HANDLE THAT

• well uhm that was a story (also not the ussie making a comeback)

• Jack and Keeley… no comment (Barbara stop being so bitter, not all of your opinions have to be chosen)

• Shandy needs to be fired, Keeley

• I TAKE THAT AS A DATE IDC

• Ngl i‘m kinda scared of locker room scenes now so much potential to go wrong

• Jamie *bombastic side eye when Zava speaks*

• „I don‘t care about moving pictures“

• TRENTS CUP DO YALL SEE THAT 🏳️‍🌈

• I never know how to react when grown men make animal noises

• I‘m sorry Trents face during Roys story while holding the gay cup is the greatest thing to ever exist

• NOT THE CUP

• ok Rebecca needs to throw that matchbook away

• „fingernails whats that about“

• Rebecca going vrazy every time she hears the word „psychic“ oh no

• Keeleys fit is fire !!!!

• Damn Shandy that was uhh something

• „as long as you have Zava you‘ll be just fine“ why does this feel like foreshadowing

• thought that that was happening but oh wow

• Isaac plays animal crossing omg this is the greatest piece of information

• Zava is one of your classmates who just repeats what you said with more words and your teaches just praises that kid and not you

• not the baby lamb 😭😭

• Collin is back but at what cost (LETS GO COLLIN)

• KEELEY AND JACK DATE IN THE OFFICE

• oh no bad news for Rebecca :(

• Keeley staring at Jack… please just kiss

• OMG OMG SHE DID

• WE WON GUYS WE WON

• good to know that thing with Henry is solves and seems mor like a fight rather than bullying but we don‘t really know any details

• Did Zava steal their „believe“?

• that look between Jamie and Roy

• yeah yall don‘t need Zava!!!

• I think they need to write a new believe sign🫠

• Sam smiling through Ted‘s speech

• not Ted saying shame holds us back and it cuts right to Collin

• good speech and it feels like the old Ted is back

#ted lasso #ted lasso spoilers #ted lasso season 3 #ted lasso 3x05 #trent crimm #keeley jones #keeley x jack

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ferinehuntressmoved · 1 year ago

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Eyes flicked back to Wolf, as she sharpened her eyes slightly noticing no shadow around the light. She lowered her pen slightly, canting her head to peek around the dog. It was a curious feature, something that left more questions on Caitlyn's mind though she tried to remind herself that was not her focus at the time. Focus, she whispered in her mind, as she brushed her tongue against her fang briefly before Lamb started to speak again.

"Well, it doesn't hurt to have a little bit of help and I'm more than willing to offer what assistance I can give," Caitlyn agreed but the way Lamb spoke her full name sounded different than how others spoke. Almost as if Lamb knew her. Maybe she read into this too much as she saw something move out the corner of her eye and saw Wolf looking into a small set of mirrors. Even Caitlyn couldn't stop the smile on her lips, how curious and almost sweet it appeared how the dog investigated the mirror. But that smile instantly fell as her lips parted and stared as the dog floated up to stare into the mirror.

The movement of the dog eerily similar to that of Wolf, when she met him months ago. Her eyes flicked between Lamb and Wolf. There was no denying it any longer; this had to be the two she met. They did not look the same but it had to be the same. Her mind snapped back to Lamb, and the way she spoke only continued to affirm all her notes to this being Kindred.

"If you are who I think you are," Caitlyn started, setting the feather pen down on her notebook, and turning her hand slightly to the left. "I'm not sure how exactly I can be of help except when I've taken other people out," Caitlyn didn't have a reason to hide it, she had killed before. sometimes there was no other choice, not when she has been put into situations where she had to. "But, I will help the best I can," Caitlyn picked up the pen and started to etch notes down.

Tapping the feather up against her lip, she contemplated a few things. "Do you know where this mark was last? And when did this feeling of hiding come to be? Do you know how?" she asked, extending the questions to both of them, as she looked toward the smaller one in front of her. "Whatever you can offer can help me find this mark for you easier, or at least provide you whatever leads I can give,"

Lamb took note of Caitlyn's concern as Wolf's ghostly body graced the lamp. It was a strange device indeed. Metal flowers encased in pink seemed to trap a pulsing rose-red light, which seemed to be its own power source. The sweet ambience of it made Lamb think of the sky when dusk had not yet settled into the night or when the first rays of the sun kissed the night to chase the darkness away.

"Wolf", Lamb spoke, "Watch what you are doing as to not break anything. Those items seem to be of sentimental value for Caitlyn."

Wolf halted and turned his head. His body did not fully cast a shadow even as he stood behind the lamp, which kept shimmering on and off. He asked: "What is sentimental, Lamb?"

"It is an item where your heart lives, Wolf. Something, which reminds you of someone dear who is gone or far away."

Lamb's head gracefully pulled back to look at Caitlyn as she settled back down. Wolf continued to rummage around. He left all the talking to her. Explaining things had never been the emotional beast's strong suit. A soft puff of frosty mist and starlight escaped Lamb's lips as she sighed in relief at being allowed to use the plural. This would make things indeed a lot easier.

Lamb said gingerly: "We are not expecting you to solve our problem for us. Truth be told: We have mostly handled our affairs by ourselves, so these are uncharted waters for both of us. You will already do us a great service if you can provide us with a lead, Caitlyn Kiramman."

Wolf hadn't noticed that Caitlyn was watching him again. Having spotted some sort of reflective surface on the upper shelf, the brutal side of death temporarily forgot that he was supposed to stick close to the ground and flew up to inspect the surface. Turned out it was a shining square of glass, which showed Wolf his reflection. His ears twitched and red glowing eyes shone in excitement. He missed his blue. What had Lamb called those items? Mirrors! That was it. Mirrors.

Lamb tapped a long, finely clawed finger against her chin as she gazed up, pondering how to best explain the issue without revealing who she was. It happened rarely that the Kindred masked themselves more than they did anyhow. Mostly because Wolf's impatience and short-tracked mind meant that he hated disguises.

Lamb said: "We have this responsibility and duty. It is something, which nobody likes, but it's a job, which must be done. We do not take pride in our work, nor do we detest it. We see it as a natural conclusion after all each story comes to an end eventually. Unfortunately, our latest... mark has been eluding and evading us. We believe they are using something to hide from us. Their story has extended way beyond its natural conclusion. We wish to amend this oversight."

#shimmerbeasts #interactions — the answer is here ; staring me in the face .#thread: a hunt of epic proportion #post canon verse — revealing the snow leopard within .

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darkdevasofdestruction · 4 years ago

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An Angel and A Demon ~ Pyramid Head x Reader

Update 2: My laptop restarted when I was in the middle of writing this, and trust me when I say it, I am positively pissed off, and I want to end my days, that's how bad of a day this was.

And I didn't leave the house.

That says a lot about today...

Update 1: But, without further ado, I was half-way writing this story, and I received this ask, and let me tell you...

helloooo, i absolutely adored the fanfics you wrote about kazan and danny🥺 could i request one where pyramid head is just really whipped for and in love with the survivor! reader but he doesnt know how to announce it to them so he brings her random ,,gifts" in and outside the trials and protecting her bc well, im pretty sure he cant speak so he doesnt really have any other options on how to express his feelings??

I live for it.

Bless you for sending me this, it's the reason I'm still sane right now.

I love you, baby-cakes.

Update 3: I want to kill myself so bad. Just smash my head on a wall until it explodes or sth. I was so happy with how this imagine turned out, only fuck fucking tumblr to just fucking delete EVERYTHING just as I was about to put the last gif and hit POST NOW.

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For the 5th time writing this :

FUCKMEDADDY - but this time - FUCKMYBRAINSOUTPLEASEIWANNADIE

Thanks.

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Hell - What was that place, anyway?

Some would describe it as an infinite ocean of flames and lava, where it's eternally melting-hot, and a bunch of hooved, horned, tailed red demons torture you with acid, with their red pitch forks, or boil you alive in their cauldron for soup. Or maybe you just get tortured by Stalin, who knows?

But never would have anyone thought that 'Hell' could look so...Normal. Well, normal in a very demolished, desolate, ravished way, but still...Normal, by human standards. Albeit, the never-ending loop of madness, anguish, agony and desperation of getting killed in different gruesome ways or fleeing for their lives and feeling a myriad of emotions pumping adrenaline through their veins so badly that their anxiety-meter skyrocketed to abnormal levels.

All this darkness, this hatred, this...Everything...It changed all the survivors. They became selfish, stubborn, rude, some even went as far as to sacrifice their fellow survivors in trials, just so they could survive. It was a complete mayhem that defied all kinds of reason, normality, morality or even ethics. Everyone became devoid of any laws that used to bind them to their humane sides, and now, you weren't sure if the killers were saner than the survivors or not.

But even in this abyss where you couldn't even see your hand in front of your very eyes, there was a little star - A beautiful angel radiating brightness and warmth, someone who was somehow able to guide everyone's straying souls with her benevolence.

In reality, she was merely a survivor, not the little lantern from an angler fish's head, but she treated everyone with such an untainted kindness...It was beautiful, and yet, unrequited for most parts. Everyone was still putting their own lives above all - And who could condemn them? - Perhaps their cowardice, for the girl preferred to save her fellow survivors as much as possible, even if that oftentimes assured her place on the hook, to be a sacrificial lamb for the Entity.

On the other hand, she rarely ended up on the hook - Most killers prefer to kill her themselves, instead of letting her become pray for the horrible Entity who tortured so many of them for refusing to cooperate - The Trapper, Evan MacMillan - He knew the best, with those hooks digging into his flesh, impossible to extract. He was the first to protect this girl. It wasn't much, but if he had to, he'd rather give her a swift, painless death, than seeing her without that serene, angelic smile on her face, as the Entity feeds on the last bits of her soul's beauty, the last parts of her humanity.

The other Killers were confused at the Trapper's actions, but little by little, they began to understand why this girl was so precious and special - And this domino effect hit Rin Yamaoka next, with Y/N stopping in the middle of a chase and taking off her jacket, just as Rin was about to butcher her with her katana, and she smiled, extending it to her. 'You must be cold' she said, realising that the Spirit was merely wearing a few bandages, not even her school uniform, or her kimono.

The ghost girl was shaken up by this, and told the others at the killer camp, but they just shrugged it off - Rin was a little girl who faced close to no kindness, they weren't surprised she was so taken aback by such a feat. That is, until Adiris, in a particularly terrible day, when everyone at the camp was staying away from her, as her profane censer wasn't able to cover the stench of rotting flesh - Y/N came over, taking out a small yet elegant glass bottle with pink liquid on it, spraying some on her - And now, The Plague smelled of roses and vanilla - 'You can come to me for perfume whenever you want, I always carry some with me!' she grinned at the Babylonian High Priestess, before leaving back to the survivor's camp site, leaving the ancient God symbol to stare with her mouth agape at the girl.

These words began to spread, and it was no surprise when the killers saw Susie clinging and begging her Legion friends to spare Y/N, for she was there to hug away her worries more than once, to tell her sweet words, to play with her hair and play the guitar whatever songs she wanted to hear, to get reminded of her home - She was so home sick that she freaked out, but now she was better, thanks to Y/N - 'I know you miss home, but sometimes, home is where your best friends are, and all three of them are here!' she tried to encourage the cute pink-haired girl who could only squeal and hug her new friend.

Even Ghostface wasn't exempt from falling to her charms, and they would often take silly selfies and mess around, making fun of the old horror movie tropes and doing lots of puns and pranks - So much that she even got his trust to be told about the Danny/Jed thing, and how he began his killer profession - 'You're a very talented photographer, Danny! You deserved all that recognition you got, both as a journalist, and as a killer!'

And very soon, Y/N found herself in the crushing arms of an overprotective Anna, humming her mother's lullaby together with walking through the forest, Y/N making flower crows for all the female killers at the camp site, and little by little, she somehow managed to worm her way under everyone's skins.

Y/N was the survivor with the highest survivability percentage, and maybe the Entity sometimes got pissed off, but at least she still got killed sometimes, so who cares? Well, that was soon to change as soon as a new Killer was added to this sick game - Pyramid Head, the terror of Silent Hill, as Cheryl, the new Survivor, called him - or The Executioner, as he was known now. He was ruthless, merciless, grotesque - He had his own criteria of killing, his own moral compass, ethics, conscience and understanding of the concept of life and death. Nothing that could compare to the visions of humans, clearly - Everything was gravitating around Divine Retribution and Justice, but the from the outside, he was nothing but a killing machine.

He would kill everyone and anyone that crosses his path, without fail.

Y/N felt like her fortune ended completely the second she found herself in the new, overly cramped map, with Pyramid Head as the killer - She couldn't help but run around like a spazzic meerkat, trying to find and fix as many generators as possible, without having to get face to face with the walking hazard...

Only to run past a stuck Pyramid Head.

Slowly backtracing her steps, she saw the mountain of a man with his metal pyramid stuck in the frames a low window which he tried to walk over. He was trashing like a raged bull trying to attack a matador, but it was clear he was getting nowhere with this.

"H-Hey, u-uhm...Need some help?" she asked in a soft, careful voice, almost like a meek cat trying to test the waters, but in return, he started groaning even louder from the wrath he wanted to unleash upon the whole world. "Okay, uhm...I think I saw a can of vaseline in one of the chests around. I'll go fetch it and I'll come back for you. Don't move." she said, only to then realise how horrible that sounded, considering the situation, and it only seemed to anger the killer. "...I'm sorry, ignore me, I'm an idiot." she slapped herself pretty harshly before bolting out of there trying to find the chest.

However, Y/N cursed herself for not having perfectly memorised the whole map by heart already, since she found the vaseline can after the 3rd chest, and then, it took quite a while to find the bloody window that got the killer stuck - And by the time she got there, she was dead tired. "Okay, I'm here, I found the vaseline! Let's try to get you out of here." Y/N muttered as she put her feet on the low window pane to get to his level. "If it's not too much trouble, could you please hold onto me? I can't balance myself with both hands occupied, and I'd rather not fall." she explained as she opened the vaseline can, only to shiver as she felt two big, strong hands getting a firm grip on her hips. It was almost...Endearing, were she not too busy trying to get the killer unstuck. She kept massaging the metal edge, trying to push and pull, also praying to whatever deity that existed in her human world that she had her tetanus shot done on time - Until finally, she was able to get hear a loud screech, like a pop, and the killer got unstuck, and in the process, he stumbled backwards, while Y/N fell down on her butt.

"Ouchie..." she muttered, rubbing her back and sides to take away the pain surging through her body. "Are you okay?" she asked, almost intuitively, without realising it at first, until she heart a low grunt that brought her back to reality. "O-Oh...! You have glass shards stuck in your side! And you're bleeding too! Hold up, let me help." she hurried to his side, while the killer merely stiffened, feeling her delicate, slender fingers tracing his body, while he heaved and slouched his shoulders from the repressed wrath. "It may sting a bit, and I'm really sorry, but I promise it will be better soon." her voice was so motherly and warm, which also resonated in her actions, as she gingerly took a water bottle and imbued some tissues with it, to wipe away the blood smearing down his skin as she extracted the glass shards, and then..."This is grandma's marigold ointment. It's really good, and it smells nice." she explained as she carefully smeared a thick layer of the yellow ointment on the biggest wounds, while the little ones were covered by smiley-flower patterned plasters. They were cute, and colourful, and they never failed to make her smile. "Okay, there we go, all better! I hope you'll feel better very soon!" her voice got a tiny bit more cheerful and upbeat.

It made the Killer think about a trillion things, as he stepped in front of her, towering over her like the Empire states building next to a smiling pomeranian. What was with this girl? Why did she help a killer? And why did he feel so...Warm inside? He could sense a foreign kind of luminosity, a naivite and innocence that he only witnessed in children and animals. This woman in front of him was untainted by the darkness and evil of the world.

It didn't matter how many hardships she's been through, or how much sadness she had to endure - Her soul remained as pure as any snowdrop, as the first snow of winter, as the fleece of a baby lamb who let out its first 'meeeeh' to its mamma sheep.

He couldn't allow this human to be maimed in any way - Not by the world, not by the Entity, and certainly not by him. - Screw the Entity, Pyramind Head kills by his own rules, and now, he was blessed to be faced with a human who bore no real hatred for her peers, or for the world, despite the horrible situation she was thrown into.

He didn't understand, obviously, especially as he remembered the myriad of abominations that lurked through Silent Hill, all of them created by the torment of humans - The very torment that distorted their own reality, which resulted in him needing to solve the purpose as The Executioner - Eradicating the world of all evil.

"Th-This sword is so heavy...H-How can you carry this around like that...?! Your muscles must be so strained and sore...Y-You really need a massage, I'm sure." she stuttered as she tried to lift the much taller and heavier sword from the ground, only for the brute to simply bend and pick it up with extreme ease, putting the girl to shame with her complete lack of strength. "Hehe...You're really strong. I'm embarrassed now." she chuckled softly, scratching the back of her neck.

Before she could leave or do anything else, Pyramid Head picked her up by the throat, careful not to hurt her or restrict her air intake - I mean, how else was he supposed to carry her so he wouldn't hurt her with his metal head or sword? - and it was pretty clear she didn't feel any malevolence from him, as she clinged on his forearm, trying to keep herself up, only to be dumped on top of the hatch, as the killer pointed towards it, so she would leave.

"O-Oh...! Thank you so much! You're really kind! I really appreciate this...I-I know it probably doesn't matter much to you, since you'll be doing this over and over again with all the survivors...But I really appreciate you for your kind gesture, and I appreciate you for being so nice with me. Thank you. Take care!" her dazzling smile lit the whole place up, but he couldn't talk, nor could he tell her how he should be the one thanking her for showing him that, despite the hundreds and thousands of years he had to roam the 'Earth' and execute the injust, miracles still existed.

As soon as she reached the survivor's camp, everyone cheered for her, asking how in the world could she have escaped the wrath of the butcher. "Oh, but he wasn't that bad. In fact, he's much more humane than I anticipated! I think he has a beautiful, blooming heart!" okay, she's lost it - the other survivors thought - but even so, she's always been a bit...Out of it, so who cares?

It took quite a while for the other three survivors to reach the camp, all bloody, in fact, like the new killer, who dragged himself with the same menace to the Killers' camp. "How the hell did you manage to survive?!" they yelled at her in utter shock, seeing that she got out of there unscratched. "Oh, you see...I found the hatch." she shrugged simply, not wanting to give away that the person who massacred those three was a soft one and he basically threw her down the hatch to her safety.

As she took a twig to roast a marshmallows, she noticed how Pyramid Head was standing much farther away from the rest of the killers - She knew that silent killers were bound to stay away from the more obnoxious one, remembering how Michael Myers almost killed Ghostface and The Legion at least a dozen times - But this time...He seemed kinda...Lonely? So Y/N took the matters into her own hands, roasted another marshmallow in another twig, and when it was done, she went to the killer's camp, calling out the lonely one's name - She has no idea why, but he actually followed her, pushing her further deep into the forest, until he was sure nobody was going to hear, see or interrupt them...

"Hey. You seemed pretty lonely out there...I thought you could use a friend. Thank you again for what you did at the trial...Here, this is a marshmallow. I don't think you've had many before...Cheryl told me of that horrible place you had to live in...So I hope this will make your day a bit better!" Y/N extended one of her hands towards him, so he could take the marshmallow - And a long, black tongue erupted from underneath the pyramid, snatching away the fluffy marshmallow and gulping it in one go.

What the hell was he turning into?

A towering man built of pure muscle, wrath and divine justice, with a pyramid representing the evil of humanity burdening his body, and a sword taller and heavier than the average human being constantly dragged in one of his hand...He now was a slave to a cute, innocent girl who was putting flower plasters on his minuscule wounds that would heal in a heartbeat regardless - He saved this girl who was now offering his these soft, squishy things that tasted overly sugarly, just like her upbeat and cheerful personality - If he could eat her, he was sure she would taste even sweeter than this - A sickish kind of sweet, that is.

She was indeed a beautiful angel in this tragic hell. But he didn't wait to snatch the second marshmallow either.

"Ah...! You liked it, didn't you? Well...Next time, I promise I'll give you more!" she grinned at him the same way a princess would to her chivalrous knight who saved her. The since he couldn't talk, silence took over them - It wasn't an uncomfortable one, per se, but it made it feel as if the conversation was over. "W-Well...I'll guess I'll see you around! Take care and I hope to see you again soon!" she waved cutely, trying to turn around back to her camp, only to feel a rough hand on her shoulder, turning her around and urging her to stop and wait for him and he went deep into the forest, leaving her alone and undefended by the potential malevolent forces of the forest.

When he returned, however, he stepped right in front of her, creating the perfect shade as he towered over her - Then he kneeled in front of her, so he would reach her eye sight, then he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and put a beautiful pink flower - As pink as the blush that started creeping on her face - He wanted to see her luminous face better, to highlight her dazzling smile and her glimmering eyes as the warm, silver light of the mother moon caressed her face.

Y/N felt her heart picking up the pace - It was beating so much faster than ever before - But this time, it wasn't out of fear or anything negative...It was something good. Something she never felt in her life, especially with her human acquaintances from back home. None was as chivalrous and gentle with her as this butcher of tormented souls - The bringer of justice, the merciless Executioner who was supposed to end the life of every living being that would cross his path.

It was insane how every Yin finds its Yang, even if that comes in the form of a little lamb of a small, frail girl, and a huge abomination of a brute man who knows nothing but death, bloodshed and carnage. It was truly crazy how opposites attract, and here she was, holding the killers large hands and gingerly putting them on her face, leaning into his touch - She felt safer now than ever in her life - Now, in the arms of an ancient killer.

An Angel and A Demon brought together in a perfect union.

As she leaned down, she touched the metal of the pyramid where she anticipated his forehead would be with her own forehead, and closing her eyes, she finally felt herself calming down. There was no need for words, actions spoke louder than anything, and she appreciated it...She appreciated him.

"Thank you." she whispered to him, knowing that yes, even though nobody else would hear it anyway, it was much more intimate than anything she ever experienced.

She was hooked.

Hope you liked my completely shameless pun, I couldn't stop it, especially after the pain I went through trying to write this...3 freaking times.

Yay.

#dead by daylight #dead by daylight x reader #dead by daylight imagine #dbd #dbd x reader #dbd imagine #silent hill #silent hill x reader #silent hill imagine #pyramid head #pyramid head x reader #pyramid head imagine #red pyramid #red pyramid x reader #red pyramid imagine

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cherryblossomsno1fan · 4 years ago

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part 2 of bsd characters except it's conversations/things me and my friends have said

Chuuya: piss on the principal and say "transphobe" and leave

Fyodor: I heard piss

Dazai: oh. my. god.

Dazai: THIS SERVER ISTG

Fyodor: HELP HAGAHAHHEJSS

Chuuya: HELEPPAFGKOHJ

Dazai: HOW ARE WE ALL OBSESSED WITH PISS

Dazai: FUCK IT. WAR CRIMINALS HAS A PISS KINK.

Fyodor: We are obsessed with piss or making fun kf it

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Dazai: Make it a soliloquy for when its a rainy day and i want to feel like a badass widower, and then you can cum

Chuuya: hey what the fuck?? its two am

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Margaret: my humor is dry but my pussy is wet

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Chuuya: At least I haven’t been called twink here, my old friend used to call me that constantly. Not a bad thing but

Higuchi: isnt a twink something for gay men

Akutagawa: Twink is a weak ass bottom

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Ranpo: fan behavior

Yosano: growls

Kunikida: not the fan behavior-

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Dazai: KUNIKIDA WHY WOULD YOU FUCK ME OVER LIKE THIS

Chuuya: heh bottom

Dazai: we both know perfectly well it's not like that.

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Atsushi: DID YOU JUST CALL ME A TWINK

Akutagawa: are you deaf aside from a coward?

Atsushi: NO PLEAH DID YOU ACTUALLY CALL ME A TWINK

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Hawthorne: i have to shit so fucking badly but i’m in church

Mark: shit on the pastor

Margaret: IM CRYONG HELPS

Lucy: burn the church.

Steinbeck: arson😩😩😩

Hawthorne: i think i might literally shit my pants

Lucy: burn the church

Steinbeck: burn the church

Hawthorne: it’s like squeezing out my ass hole

Mark: poo on the pastor

Poe: run to the bathroom in all seriousness

Margaret: IM CRYONGE

Hawthorne: i cant their praying rn

Hawthorne: so i can’t really run

Mark: waddle

Margaret: tears will start running out of my eye sockets if you shit yer pants

Lucy: say “UwU pastor sama i have to take a poopoo, please let me go shitty witty in the toilet, I’ll pray to sky daddy tonight nya”

Poe: NO

Mark: NYA?????

Steinbeck: IDEK WHAT TO SAY

Louisa: WHAT IS HAPPENING

Margaret: thats it here comes the tears

Poe: MARGARET'S ACTUALLY CRYING HELP

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Gin: HC my wifi has a praise kink

Gin: “Such good wifi” Works better

Akutagawa: i have a praise kink

Gin: wha

Akutagawa: i also have a degradation kink

Gin: same

Akutagawa: idk how that works but

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Margaret: I’m gonna ride Jesus like the wind

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Dazai probably: it's cunnilingus but for buttholes

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Kunikida to the ADA talking about someone (for the scenario let's say it's Fyodor):holy shit he is the single most annoying person ever AND IVE MET YOU GUYS

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Kyouka: fuck you and your privileged shoes!

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Kenji: the square is the sandwich.

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Dazai, texting Kunikida: my ass is made out of armadillos.

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Kunikida: no i'm not gonna write a box of condoms.

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Q: you made my teeth wiggle! bitch!

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Yosano: silence twinkymalinky

Ranpo: WHAT'S WITH THE TWINK RELATED INSULTS

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Dazai: What are you doing step bro

Chuuya: help me get out of this fucking washing machine dazai or so god help me i'm telling mom what a slut you are

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Chuuya: bitch person

Q: bitch person

Chuuya: yes i can't call you bitchboy you're nonbinary

Q: PLS

Dazai: bitch enby?

Chuuya: no, bitch person

Mori: Bitch human

Kouyou: that would be assuming Q is human

Q: im not sure at this point

Dazai: Bitch god

Chuuya: bitch being

Mori: yeah

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Atsushi: I hate it here.

Akutagawa: good.

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Nikolai, as a joke: list of Fyodor's kinks - tear kink - piss kink - scat kink - mold kink - dirty water kink - electricity kink - mommy kink - cockroach toilet flushing kink - marking kink - horse kink - hussie kink

Sigma: jesus christ

Sigma: COCKROACH TOILET FLUSHING KINK?????????

Dazai: sounds about right

Sigma: IDEK WHAT THAT IS

Fyodor: IHY

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Chuuya: i'd step on someone if they steal from me

Elise: no spray febreeze in their eyes

Gin: no you gotta K.O them

Higuchi: i dont like confrontation but i dont mind having to use violence

Hirotsu: im pretty sure the devil is scared of you

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Ranpo: genuinely think that the one lyric in the song up by cardi b is "i said my face bomb ass tight rack stuck and shat light" bc i haven't looked up the actual lyrics and at this point i don't think that looking them up will stop me from continuing to sing these lyrics.

Yosano: you.

Yosano: ok

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Lucy: ok 2013 humor i didnt ask for your input

Atsushi: what else am i supposed to say?? good for you?? break a leg?? don't die?? what the fuck

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Ranpo: we ate ,,, lamp

Ranpo: *lamb

Poe: l

Poe: lanp

Ranpo: ??

Poe: lap

Ranpo: lamnpl

Ranpo: we ate goat

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Tetchou: psst

Jouno: Oh no

Tetchou: gay

Jouno: What about it

Tetchou: nothing just gay

Jouno: Stares

Jouno: Same

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Tachihara: i have never had boba

Tachihara: it looks funky

Gin: It tastes amazing

Tachihara: do you like swallow the balls or bite them

Gin: Either way

Tachihara: shit that sounds weird out of context

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Yosano: it's wonky! it is- it's fucking wonky! none of this is straight and i can relate to that!

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Louisa: my only experience with boba was when i once went into a boba shop and ordered,,, coffee

Poe: You

Poe: What

Louisa: yeah,,,

Poe: WHY COFFEE

Louisa: ok so kind of a long story

Louisa: i was in a coffee shop before but i accidentally ordered a drink that wasn't coffee but i wasn't gonna ask my friends to go back to the coffee place to get coffee and they wanted to go get boba so i saw there that they also had coffee and i was like "Oh i'm gonna get that"

Louisa: it tasted like black tea with milk

Louisa: not coffee

Louisa: so it was an absolute scam

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fangirlincorporated-blog · 2 years ago

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The Lucky Australian

Authors note: I wrote this a while ago. On a chilly April morning, I had never heard this song before and I fucking cried my eyes out when I did, this chapter obviously inspired by ANZAC day, this is a little diversion and I promise happier chapters after this. It has meaning to me, and to every Australian. I would highly recommend you listen to the song.

~~ 43 And The Band Played Waltzing Matilda ~~

And how well I remember that terrible day

How our blood stained the sand and the water

And of how in that hell that they called Suvla Bay

We were butchered like lambs at the slaughter

Johnny Turk, he was waiting, he'd primed himself well

He showered us with bullets and he rained us with shell

And in five minutes flat, he'd blown us all to hell

Nearly blew us right back to Australia

The year had marched on and entered a new one, rolling around to April. Aurora had been so excited to take Henry out more now that she had dubbed him an honorary Australian. First up was the royal easter show, it was massive and so easy to blend in that no one had noticed him, he was able to go through the whole day just enjoying show food, rides, more food, and exhibitions, before stopping at the showbag pavilion before dragging his tired and sunburnt body home.

Here, he lay though, cracking an eye open as an alarm rang out in the dark somewhere. He felt Aurora stir besides him as she rolled over to grab her phone.

“What time is it?” he asked groggily.

“It’s time to get up, this we cant be late for” Aurora made her way towards the bathroom to shower.

Staring at the ceiling he moved his tired body towards the running water, stepping into the bathroom he closed his eyes as the light assaulted his still adjusting vision.

He looked at Aurora in the shower, undressing himself before joining her.

“So, can you tell me what it is we’re doing today?”

Aurora nodded up at him as she began soaping up his body and washing his back, one of his favourite things she did for him.

“Today is a little more sombre. We’re going to a dawn service”

“For what?”

“ANZAC day”

He stood there enjoying her hands rub away the sleep still in his muscles. Aurora must’ve sensed his confusion.

“Have you not heard about it? You guys have Remembrance Day, which we do too, but ANZAC day is remembering the landing of our troops at Gallipoli”

“I know of it, but not all of it, given I’m British” Henry muttered.

“I don’t think you would be considering its more Australian History, but ill tell you…”

Aurora’s soft voice filled the shower as she finished soaping his back, turning him around to soap his chest, He smiled down at her as she finished her task, moving on to grab his shampoo and suds his hair.

“So, that’s why we are going to a dawn service at the ANZAC memorial. I thought it would be something that you would want to be a part of?”

“For sure, you know my family. If I am an honorary aussie, I should know this. What do we do after?”

“Play 2-up at the pub and drink”

Henry chuckled and nodded, stepping out of the shower as Aurora turned the water off, both getting ready for the day.

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There he stood, at the Cenotaph holding a candle, Aurora bundled to his side in the April chill. He looked around him at the hundreds of other people that came to pay their respects, the city unnervingly quiet.

“They shall grow not old,

as we that are left grow old;

Age shall not weary them,

nor the years condemn.

At the going down of the sun

and in the morning

We will remember them.”

He heard murmurs around him, Aurora one of them as the crowd responded “We will remember them. Lest we forget”

Their hushed voices fell as the Last post began. The sombre bugle call reverberating in the darkness, commemorating the ANZACs all at their final rest.

The sadness rippled through the crowd, its hard to describe the feeling of loss for someone you’ve never met, trying to imagine these young men and women who were called upon for their country. Who left their lives to go fight the war of old men. Not all war is necessary and when you look at the loss of life, of good lives, of everyday people there doesn’t seem to be much of an excuse for a few bratty people in positions of power constantly trying to assert that dominance. Lives were and are ruined, displaced, and ended. All for what? Power, land greed?

It’s unfair. Even now, soldiers don’t come back unharmed. The physical stuff is easy to see, the mental stuff far more insidious and harder to break through. No one should see war or endure it, whether its fighting or fleeing.

Henry felt the pang of utter sadness, he knew all too well the worry of having family in the armed forces, hoping to never get that phone call or telegram or letter they’ve died in battle. His heart heavy in chest at the utter despair and fear those who served would’ve felt as they landed at Gallipoli, they were lambs to a slaughter, too little prepared and still the pushed on, their comrades falling in front, beside and behind them. All for their loved ones, all for their country.

He looked towards Aurora, her head hung as she reached to wipe away a stray tear, he squeezed her a little tighter and rested his head on hers, he looked up to see the blood red of the dawn reaching out as if to bless the bronze statues standing at either end, the granite glittering with dew as the night made its leave.

The gathered crowd remained unbroken in their silence, in their respect, no one moved until the bugle sounded again, heads lifting to the sound as the service ended.

“Lest we forget” the MC finished.

Henry stayed with Aurora as they made their way to the memorial, laying down flowers among the many already at the feet of the ANZAC memorial. They both stood and stared at the space before them, lost in their own thoughts before Aurora gently tugged on his arm to move him away. They walked arm in arm in silence, Aurora leading him.

“Where to now?” His voice was small and fragile, as if almost afraid to speak. The emotion of the service still weighing on him.

“Lets find some food before the parade, we’re gonna need full bellies to drink on at the pub, then two up after 12”

“Why after 12?”

“Its illegal on any other day…” Aurora’s explanation began.

Aurora pulled him into a little café, the city slowly starting to move around them. After breakfast, she pulled them both along to the parade, both of them standing back to watch the old fella’s and the ladies march, young servicemen and women following behind them. The gold of their medals glittering in the weak morning sun contrasted against the khaki of their uniforms. Their sacrifices and continuing sacrifices not lost on those who stood aside watching them go, their silent thanks and support for all they did evident on their faces.

The parade ending, they dispersed, Henry in desperate need of a beer to lift his somber mood. Aurora smiled gently at him as she navigated the streets of Sydney. She nudged him as they walked and his arm wrapped around her, pulling her to his side. She held onto him, a silent pillar of comfort as they both processed the emotions of the day.

“Thank you for showing me that” Henry whispered. Aurora nodded

Soon enough, loud voices could be heard as they rounded a corner and they made their way to one of the many pubs that dotted the city.

“After all that, its time for a beer and to have some fun AZNAC style” Aurora said as she opened the door to the pub and stepped through, the decibels rising as he stepped in behind her. Here was the Australian spirit he had grown to love, on and off the battlefield.

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nightwingvixen23 · 4 years ago

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Pairing : DamiJon fanfic in their later teens

Little Vixen Side Note : Wrote this piece a few nights ago when I couldn't sleep and came across the dark version of Cant Help Falling In Love; which is what I wrote it to

Cheeecckkk ittttt ouuutttt

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A speeding bullet of black, yellow and green. He blew ahead of me in a chase throughout the thick of winter. Skeletal remains of my heart began to drop, all signs of epic violence tittering around us in pursuance of the two malefactors we had just minutes prior unmasked who's carnage stained hands were laying hell into the legs of a screaming woman, in attempts at victimizing her to a two-sided brutality. And though be as it may, with her browbeaten crying, this ambushed petite woman of golden curls had torn like a vicious feline to free herself from the drooling lock jaws of famished wolves refusing to die in this wasted city. Then she'd stopped. She'd turned her head towards us. And it was with that act of final defeat, the deadlock of her blue eyes onto Damians, that had been a tethering of empathetic steel.

In that moment, I'd witnessed the city burn within his eyes. A revival of Pompeii, humans choking on ash; and it was by his hand that carried out was this biblical apocalypse. I mean, you can only stand to see so many weeds in your garden before getting tired of yanking them out by hand and simply just mowing over it all to start fresh.

I'd numbly watched Robin free the woman who'd scurried down the dark street (purse and shoe forgotten like a broken Cinderella) and analyzed where the rules of these unbidden streets lingered any longer ? A wasted land left starved of God's Love long ago, and so us as his children are outcasts in regards to just how mortality works. This is The Devils playground now where we've adapted into calling out Love, not by the blossoming virtue of a budding rose, but by the cut of it's petalless thorns; where the only splash of red comes at the blooming of our own blood.

What else to do with pain than to make it our art form, our very own self worth. To turn it into a purpose and to make that purpose something beautiful.

⏳...⌛

A park.

Swings creaking with a glacial slow breeze as ghost children play games on the teeter totter. White fluff born from clouds shroud lost personal belongings from humans long past through, and will overnight, do it's best, to shroud the two bodies lay dead 'mid this park's jogging trail.

He stands between them; The Sympathizer, a crimson splattered god in which no Olympian can put a name to crowned in injustices and liberalizing duties.

Crows form a murder beneath these dark skies, dancing and entangling above our heads. Something cruel. Something elegant. Something in harmony with what I behold here and now; because somewhere off in Gotham City this man, that I've fallen in a surprise trust fall for, remarkably kept a young woman home-free tonight. Not from duty. But from instinct.

"Robin.."

He turns to me.

He sheaths his sword; and he smiles.

He smiles at me through tears.

He smiles at me through red blood.

He smiles at me through falling snow.

He smiles at me through the antagonism; and that has to be the most beautiful thing I think I've ever seen.

Regardless; i still wonder what chamber door, dusted with years of abandonment, had finally been gifted a hand to open it's rusted impasse come with what we'd witnessed tonight. What poisonous blend leaks out this door to flood his veins and pour fever into his eyes; clouding his vision against a better form of judgment on justice that has two miserable assed men, twice his size, laying slaughtered like pigs with him standing noble between them both ?

Even though the winter wonderland park is dead quiet, I've never in all my existence heard so much noise. So much all at once while staring at Damian, just now realizing that he'd removed his mask long ago: now raven's stare with deadly ink eyes in jealous passion at the too black fullness of that jet hair filled up in a shaven bun. Cat's whine in envy at the feline-like features of this clandestine face. Jade gems rust in sad defeat before such green eyes. He's the pristine vision of Talia al Ghul (nothing about him is Bruce anymore aside from the cut of his jaw) housing 9 lives amidst 100 secrets.

"I love you," like the many times I've voiced it before, it gushes from me all soft and rushed.

"You love me? You love me?? Don`t," and there is coldness in his stare. Floating all the while amongst the arctic, I've struck the iceberg. Sinking under. Cracked in two. And I've got to say, the embrace is haunting.

"Why."

"It is true that the lion coddled the lamb beneath its purring chin, bustling with a protective big paw. Be as it may, unbeknownst to the onlookers, once turned away; the lion gorged on the lamb. Feasted upon its frail body only to lick at its bloodied carcass and keep it close by. Not in memory, but as a trophy; for the lion`s former coddling of the lamb was nothing more than animalistic curiosity.

"Do you not realize Jon that we are all animals, you and I ? Instinct drives us, some however are more lethal, some run in packs, some run alone, and others...just….run." green devours me. Green tears through my flesh. Green swallows me whole. Perhaps I am but being gorged upon by the starving lion.

His lips curl into a sadistic sneer despite the tear tracks on his face and I'm all but floored by the fabric skin of this demon that everyone's tried to give a halo, "I will rip you apart, little lamb."

"Then by all means," I grab his hand to wrap it around my throat, it's cold but his grip is tight and his lips on mine are hot, "take my neck to slaughter."

Five fingers tremble in innocence against my throat; a golden token of humanity, honesty and clemeity. Making my wonder

just who really here is the lion and who is the lamb? Then he bares his teeth, rabid and wild. I bare my teeth back, standing ground in the middle of our Eden turned Jungle. Then our lips meet again. Our teeth clash. We fight to force the other into submission though neither backs down.

Maybe I was wrong. Maybe, he is but a lamb that learned to evolve amongst the lions. And could it be that I am but a lion having learned to secret himself amongst sheep? Maybe that's why him and I fight more than find common ground, for the foolish costumes we were taught to wear in order to cover up what rightful creatures God bore us as.

We are different and the same whether it be his purity or my hidden away corruption.

The volcanic eruption of his anger and soothing temperament of my ocean meet.

They form an isle.

A match to an ignition causes an inevitable explosion. But, sometimes, that match plus ignition can give birth to fireworks rather than a bomb; we've just gotta be patient and count to 3. I count to 2 before seeing the spark. And right at 3 comes the crackle then pop, a raining shower of diabolical color transcending the stark black sky.

Who ever would of known that 4th of July in the middle of December would look so much like Heaven waging war with Hell.

⌛...⏳

No one is home execpt for me to answer the chipper knock at the front door on the next sun smothered day, and the florist that greets me is happy to do so.

In my hands I'd received my gift of a crimson rose bouquet;

and while up in my room i'd read the card written on with an elegant gothic flourish:

My Little Lamb.

These three words made the wool wearing prey in me seek sanctuary, and yet, caused the dagger toothed predator in me to roar.

*END

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targaryenimagines · 5 years ago

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Fractured: Part One

Daenerys Targaryen x Fem!Lannister!Reader

Word Count: 3,874

Summary: You have known for quite some time that Westeros was in dire need of help. You just didn't know how soon that need for help would arrive. Or how catastrophic the circumstances would be to cause it.

Warnings: None that I can think of.

Note: I have shifted some things in canon to better compensate with this story. I hope that's alright with all of you, and everything regarding that will be explained throughout the series.

Tagged: @schroedingershund

Oh how the mighty have fallen, your mind scoffs as you stare at the decrepit wooden surface in front of you. You could see every minute imperfection as if it was laid bare for your eyes only. That every fissure and crack was specifically put there so you would be able to gaze upon them. To keep your mind from the numbing spiral it had been begging to go in since you went into the carriage.

You could hear your uncle and Varys whispered conversation. Their words are a soft croon against the buzzing of your static filled mind. However even the softest of noise could become an insistent bother the longer you were exposed to it. A fact that you only became more aware of the longer you were exposed. Closing your eyes you try to ignore the throbbing of your head and the desolate beat of your heart.

You tried to ignore the memories that were surfacing the further away you got from Westeros.

Away from your home.

Nothing could stop the memories from festering however. Nothing could stop them from worming their way through your mind. Trapping you in an endless loop without any hope to escape. You could still remember the safety you felt in your mother’s arms and how quickly that had been ripped away. The betrayal on her face as you stood in front of your uncle, protecting him from Joffrey’s tyrannical rule. You remember the way her green eyes glazed over with grief as she stared at you. Her eyes dimmed to an almost jade color, so different from the emerald they normally were. The stark contrast had caused a shiver to run down your spine, because in that moment you weren’t mother and daughter staring at one another. You were two enemies finally revealing themselves to each other.

You could still remember the sight of your siblings staring at you with tear stricken faces. Tommen moved to approach you before he was stopped by Jaime. Myrcella simply sobbing as you were pulled away from her. Her hands reaching out to clasp yours before they too were ripped away. You could still remember the cold fury that had worked its way onto Joffrey’s face. His thirst for death and destruction had destroyed the very foundations of the Lannister family.

You could still remember the moment you knew your life was going to change. The feel of the wind on your body as you watched Ned Stark get beheaded. The pain in your chest at the sight, and sound, of his daughter's pain. A daughter that, you must admit, had become a great friend. You can still remember her painfilled sobs as her father’s body was tossed to the side. Little regard being shown to the greatest man you had ever met. The sight of Joffrey smirking cruelly at her and your mother doing nothing to stop him. It was a sight that had set everything into motion. It was a sight that had finally caused you to detach yourself from your family. From the horror that was Westeros. From the pain that the land constantly seemed to cause.

It was the sight that had caused you to denounce your claim to the throne.

For you know that you would never be able to do what you have been planning to do if you were the ruler. There would be too many eyes on you at all times to be able to get away with it, but if you stayed the princess? You would be able to come and go as you please while all eyes were on Joffrey. Even your mother didn’t notice that you were gone for the majority of the day. For if she did you know that you would have been in trouble long before now. A fact that filled you with a cold sense of dread, but you quickly shook it off. She was miles and miles away from you and you would probably never see her again. At least not for quite some time anyway.

Your plan was underway and nothing would stop you from completing it.

You were going to bring the Targaryen’s back to Westeros.

Even if it killed you in the process.

A thought that would normally cause fear to run down your spine, but only brought with it a grim determination. You refused to have the land, well the people, you love get destroyed by the ones that were supposed to be protecting them. You refused to stand aside as your family destroyed everything that Westeros used to stand for. You refused to be the good little princess that you had been expected to be for your entire life.

It was time to be like your namesake.

You wouldn’t be the sheep any longer. The lost little lamb searching for warmth and affection.

You were going to be the lioness that so many believed you could never be. It was time to bring Fire and Blood back to Westeros.

Even if you had to hear the lion roar in pain because of it.

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The heat of the sun on your back is stifling as you sit in the slow moving boat. Your body wedged against that of your uncles with your hands bound in front of you. The glare of the sun off the water almost making it impossible to see the man that sat before you. The man that had taken you captive in the first place. A man that held a name of some importance to you for it stirred the faint feeling of recollection. As if the man had made some impact in someone else's life, but you had only felt the ripples of said effects.

Jorah Mormont was an enigma to you in every single way. You know that he was a “spy” for Robert, and that he had defected after learning new things about his target. That same target now being yours, but you had no plans of ever deceiving her in any way. You need her on your side if your plan is going to work, and it’s only for the betterment of your country. For your people. They need a Targaryen to lead them because no one else can.

They need Daenerys Stormborn of House Targaryen as their queen, and you were going to make sure that it happened.

Your thoughts only cause your head to start aching more. A fact that doesn’t surprise you in the slightest.

Closing your eyes, to dull the pain, causes your other senses to compensate for the sudden loss. You could hear the soft whisper of the water against the hull. Feeling the give and take the water has with the vessel. Wanting to slow it down but the boat being too resistant to be hindered by the effort. You could smell the hint of ash in the air that still lingered from the ruins of Valyria around you. It was like incense with how powerful the scent became the longer you were in the confines of the once great nation. Even after the worst of it went away it still lingered all the same. Reminding you of its presence no matter where you were.

Opening your eyes you turn your gaze towards your uncle. His dual colored orbs meeting your emerald with unwavering devotion. He was the only family that you had left, at least the only family that wanted you. You can only muster up half a smile for him, and even then you’re sure that it’s a pitiful attempt, but the way his smile only grows causes your heart to warm. As long as you had him by your side you know that you would be okay, and that nothing would come to harm you.

You were about to speak when you heard the sounds of the air being disturbed above you. Without a second thought your gaze is turned towards the sky where a sight you would have never thought to see flies before you. A dragon, with scales the color of obsidian and blood, passes overhead with little regard to the humans below. Your breath catching as it passes underneath the sun and its scale glow ethereally.

When you were younger you always loved the stories that Tyrion would tell you about dragons, and the mighty power that was Valyria. How Aegon the Conqueror was able to do all that he did because of Balerion. The sheer might that the great behemoth had to impose on all those that stood between his rider and the throne. Now seeing what you were sure would be a great dragon once grown reminds you of all those stories. Of Aegon and his sister wives taking over the once divided country, and it gives you a new wave of hope. Because, there was no doubt in your mind on who that dragons rider was. You had no doubt that Daenerys Targaryen would do her ancestors proud, and do things they would never be able to do.

You had no doubt that she was what Westeros needed.

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Your muscles groan under the strain you were putting onto them. An ache beginning in the very bone as you continued moving, but you refused to stop. Refused to meet your uncle's concerned gaze as you continued to move down the dirt path. Even though your entire body was begging you to stop and rest, you refused. You were too close to your goal to stop now.

You know that if it were any other time then you would be admiring the architecture that surrounded you. You had always wanted to visit Essos and see first hand the beautiful architecture that had influenced Westeros.

But, it wasn’t any other time and you weren’t a wide eyed child anymore.

You feel your body tense at the hand that suddenly appears on your forearm. Fighting every instinct to throw it off and protect yourself. You know that it was only your uncle and that he was simply concerned, but you couldn’t get those things out of your mind. You weren’t sure you could even call them human. Not with the way they had been behaving with an almost psychotic frenzy. You could still feel the way the body had canted towards you. Its eyes a frenzied brown amid the gray that had taken over. So stark against the expanse of rotten skin that it had caused you to freeze. Your mind trying to connect the being that had been charging towards you with a human being. If it wasn’t for Jorah the beast would have grabbed you, touched you, and, with a shudder, you remember what happens to all those that are touched by a being with grayscale. Your only hope is that Jorah is all right, because you wouldn’t know what you would do if he got the disease because of you.

A soft voice breaks you out of your reverie, its tone filled with concern. “Maybe you should rest, little one.” You didn’t have to turn to know that your uncle was staring at you with a worried filled gaze. You know that he had every right to be worried, but you needed to keep going. Your people and your homeland depended on it.

“I’ll be fine, uncle, don’t worry about me,” you respond, after a beat of silence, hoping that your voice came out with the cool nonchalance you had been striving for.

You can tell that your uncle is about to speak once more, but you’re saved by Jorah’s gruff voice. “We should be arriving soon. You both remember the plan, right?”

Closing your eyes, you nod, and hold out your hands for the shackles. Your body is already stiff at the thought of being bound again. Remembering exactly what happened after the last time, but you don’t voice your fears. You know this needed to happen because you couldn’t appear to be a threat. You couldn’t seem like you were just waltzing into her territory, her domain. You had to be offered, like chattel, to show that your intentions were pure. You just hope that it wouldn’t end with your head on a spike.

“For what its worth, I’m sorry,” Jorah says, softly, as he chains you. The cool embrace of metal meeting your skin in a familiar hold. You can only muster up a strained smile in response, but it seemed to be enough to satisfy him. And, you have to remind yourself that he was in the same boat you were in. That he was trying to prove himself to Daenerys again, and this was one of the ways he can do so. You shouldn’t judge him too harshly on his actions because you aren’t sure you wouldn’t do the same.

He also saved your life. Don’t forget that, your mind whispers, and you internally scoff. Like you would forget the fact that he saved you. Saved you from a fate worse than death in some regards. You watch as the man moves to your uncle’s side. Both of them speaking in low voices that you couldn’t quite understand. You know that you should feel annoyed that you’re being left out of the loop but you couldn’t bring yourself to be. Whether it was because you were too tired or because you just didn’t care alludes to you, but you do know that you would be getting your answers soon.

You follow, without a word, as Jorah brings you to a tunnel that seems to have had its fair share of use. You could tell by the way the stone had weathered away by both the elements and footsteps. Unfortunately there was no escaping the odor that seemed to exude from it. Your nose wrinkles of its own accord when hit by the full presence of it. The smell of body odor and blood causes your stomach to churn. Bile making its way up your throat before you’re able to constrict it. Closing your eyes you try to reign in the nausea that the place invoked in you. You would have to get used to these smells. Even though you wanted nothing more than to scrub your skin raw as you felt them leaking into your pores. You didn’t want to even imagine how horrible you may smell.

Feeling a gentle tug on the chains binding your arms you open your eyes. Meeting Jorah’s gaze you can see the compassion he has for you, but you can also see the intent within the light blue too. Offering a small smile in return you begin to move down the hall. Your eyes watering slightly as the stench only grows worse, but you persevere because you were so close to your goal. You weren’t about to give up now because you couldn’t handle the scent of your surroundings.

From where you were standing you could hear the distant clangs of metal. The muffled sounds of men’s grunts and cries as metal met flesh. They were sounds that you were used to, but they were different all the same. Where in Westeros it was controlled, cordial, here the cries were barbaric. They were taunting, their intent clear.

Turning your head you could see the way your uncle was trying to process your new surroundings. His eyes travelling the length of the corridor and towards the sunlight you could see faintly streaming through the opening. The opening was where the sounds were spilling out from. Along with the barred window on the side of the corridor that allowed you to see what was happening.

The sounds didn’t prepare you for the sight of what you saw.

Men, of all shapes and sizes, were clashing together. Their bodies throwing themselves at each other with their blades brandished. Deep set snarls curling their mouths as they fought relentlessly. Bodies falling haphazardly on the ground, their blood getting lost amid the mud. You could see that a crowd of people were watching, cheering. Their eyes filled with a primal desire to see more bloodshed. Scanning the crowd you’re finally able to see the dais where the most important person in the crowd must sit.

Daenerys.

Even though you couldn’t see her you were well aware of her presence. She was like a beacon of light amid the crowd, and you were the moth. Drawn to the flame that only she could provide. To the comfort and warmth that she could give to Westeros. You just hope that by the end of this meeting you’re not one of the many bodies lying in the mud.

Feeling Jorah move beside you, you watch as she attaches your chains to the wall. The restriction causes your body to move towards the bench that lined the wall. Feeling the rough stone digging into you causes you to shift, but you make no sound of protest. You only watch as Jorah does the same to your uncle, and then he simply stares through the opening. Watching as man after man falls to the ground. Clearly waiting for the time that he would be able to approach his Khaleesi.

However, what you weren’t expecting was for Jorah to suddenly stiffen. His gaze sharpens as he watches the final match. A younger boy trying to crawl away from the lumbering man behind him. The desperation in his movement is a clear indicator for his want for survival. You barely have time to react before Jorah grabs the helmet that was resting beside your thigh and rushes out. Your uncle standing with clear outrage and panic, which you could understand. If Jorah were to die you were sitting ducks. There would be no one there to vouch for you, and you know that Daenerys would sooner kill you then hear you out. Especially when you were the child of the very man that had started a rebellion that killed her entire family. Meeting his gaze you know that you had to break the chains that were binding you both to the wall. You couldn’t just be led to your execution like prized chattel, if you were going to die you were going to go out with dignity. You were going to face your executioner head on. Better Daenerys than your mother.

Trying with all your might you search for something that could file down the chains. Your eyes search desperately around your surroundings. Hearing the sound of metal being shaved behind you causes your head to snap towards your uncle. Seeing a dagger in his hand causes a brief flash of amusement to dance through your eyes. Of course, your uncle would have a secret weapon just in case things went south. Hearing the sounds of the fight escalating causes your body to tense. You didn’t know how well Jorah was doing, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care that much. Not when your uncle's life was on the line. You watch silently as he tries to file through your chains, but without any luck. It would take days at the rate the metal was chipping away. A feeling of despair was slowly working its way through your body. Your mind flashing through everything that has brought you here. Every trial and tribulation that you had gone through to reach this goal.

Only to fail when you’re barely a few meters away from her, your mind taunts, and you can’t help but squeeze your eyes shut. Trying to stop the tears from forming, because now was not the time to cry. Hearing footsteps moving towards you causes your eyes to snap open. Your head whipping towards the source of the noise. You could feel the way your eyes widen at the sight of the man that stands before you. The way that your uncle stiffens behind you, and the way the chains tighten when he tries to move in front of you. The horror that fills your body as the man raises his sword above his head.

You brace yourself for the incoming attack, but are only met with the sound of shattering metal. The feeling of weightlessness on your wrists as the chains were cut free. Meeting the man’s gaze you could do nothing but nod in thanks. Something that you were sure your uncle mirrored, and without another thought you made your way towards the opening.

Reaching it you could hear the faint sounds of a conversation taking place. Before a fiery voice breaks through. “Get him out of my sight.”

You watch as men move to grab Jorah, and he desperately tries to shake them off. His eyes and words pleading with Daenerys to see reason. “Khaleesi, please, I just need a moment of your time. I brought you a gift. Two in fact.”

You could tell that things were about the head south if you and your uncle didn’t act fast. Moving out of the safety of the opening you make your forward. Acutely aware of your bound wrists and your uncle’s presence at your side. Your uncle speaking to break the stifling silence of the arena.

“It’s true. He has.”

Finally, you were standing in front of Daenerys Stormborn of House Targaryen. You could feel your heart pounding against your chest. The stories of her beauty didn’t do her justice. The white of her dress contrasted perfectly with her fair skin. Causing it to glow under the Essos sun. Her silvery-gold hair seemed to shine with an ethereal light. Framing her beautiful face and causing her cheekbones to stand out. Her violet eyes were cool and assessing as she stared at both you and your uncle. With bated breath you watch as she seems to deliberate on your sudden appearance.

“Who are you?”

The question was asked innocently enough, but the answers held the weight of a thousand suns. You watch as your uncle steps forward, making sure that he was in front of you, before answering.

“I am one of the gifts. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Your Grace. My name is Tyrion Lannister, and the beautiful lass behind me is my niece. The crown princess of Westeros.”

Utter silence falls after your uncle’s words, and you simply stand straighter because of it. While it may not be necessarily true anymore you would be damned if you would embarrass your uncle. You can see the way that Daenerys had stiffened at the news, and reveal of your birthright. Clearly seeing you as an adversary, and you know you didn’t want that. At all.

Stepping forward you begin to speak, lowering your head while doing so. Making sure that she was being shown the respect that she deserved. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Your Grace. I mean no harm to you or your claim on the Iron Throne. In fact I have come here to help you achieve that goal. The only question I have is will you let me?”

Looking up you’re met with steely violet, and a ball of dread forming in your gut. You know that you were putting your life into the hands of a wild card, but if it was for the betterment of Westeros? You would do it over and over again.

No matter what.

#daenerys targaryen imagine #daenerys au #daenerys imagine #daenerys targaryen #daenerys stormborn #daenerys targaryen x reader #daenerys x reader #queen daenerys #fractured part one

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What if I.... posted info dump where I ignored English literature rules? Haha just kidding.... unless

JUMPING RIGHT IN- Basically Goggles and the rest of blue team are wizards that are on the spirits good side. They are able to activate havens and have worked with cursed inkilomgs and ocotlings to resolve their issues with the spirits. So imagine Goggels’s joy when he learns about an entire village riddled with cursed people! He finds himself in the market road, seemingly the busiest place in the village, and declares to the curious crowd that he is here to free them of their curses. To which he is met by a sea of laughter. “You think we haven’t tried that?” Mask will pipe in. “If that was a thing we could do, we wouldn’t be hiding out in the middle of the woods, now would we?” Aloha giggles. Goggles is all flushed. He genuinely wants to help these people but they already gave up hope. But his hasn’t failed yet! He arrived about noon, so the rest of the day is spent asking people about their curses and getting an understanding of the towns folk. The sun begins to set and the roads quickly empty. Now Goggles finds himself just standing their. Alone. Until rider sprints past him. “H-HEY WAIT!!!!” He calls. Rider screeches to a halt “CANT IT WAIT, SIR-SPARKS-ALOT?!” Goggles pauses trying to understand what the hell that meant before shaking his head to regain his train of thought “Is there like? An INN? I wasn’t expecting everyone to leave so earl-“ Rider cuts him off “no. There’s not. Remember the whole cursed thing?” he mumbles something rather offensive under his breath and begins to take off again before Goggles calls out to him “CAN I STAY WITH U THEN?!” Rider quickly turns to look at the guy he was dealing with, seeming to study him and somehow maintain peeved and hasty. He glances towards the sun which is just barely visible above the tree line. He grunts “FINE! But you better not slow me down!” And once again resumes his sprint, Goggles trying to keep up behind him, pinching his hat for dear life.

Rider leads him to a cottage a bit of ways out of town and upon entering he is “greeted” by 3 other inklings (Army, Mask, and Skull). They all just kinda stare at goggles who awkwardly waves and smiles. “Your’re really pushin it tonight....” Mask brings his attention away from Goggles to give Rider a condescending look. “I know I know, I just had some things to do and this guy held me up-“ he cuts himself off and presses his palms into his temples. He quickly exits and Mask calls back “ ‘Lo’s already asleep, by the way!” He then returns to studying Goggles who is standing in the doorway of a random cottage filled with cursed people that clearly don’t have a routine involving him, and can’t hide this in any way shape or form. It’s Army that caves from the awkward tension. He kicks at an empty chair next to him. “Sit.” Goggles doesn’t argue. After taking his spot, he looks up towards the hall Rider had exited in. “Is he going to be okay?” he asks nervously? “Yea, he’s just uhh... transforming....” Mask looks away from the table. Goggles stares him down, trying to piece together the words he had just heard “.....what?” Almost on cue, i sheep enters the room from the same hall Rider exited through. “Y. You guys just got sheep in here?” Goggles leans over to get a better view. Skull doesn’t even look up from his book “That’s Rider.” Goggles immediately bursts out of his chair “YOUR CURSE IS SHEEP!?” Rider takes a few steps back “ah. It’s uhm. A bit worse.” Goggles crouches down and pulls out a make shift booklet “Tell me!” Rider takes a moment to decide if this is really worth it. It is. “Basically what happened was I was a part of a ceremonial group to thank the spirit of bounty. Unfortunately, we had gotten lost in the fog and I took command of the group despite not being the leader. What I didn’t know what the spirit of greed was present and this was all to their plans. I led the group to.... a slaughter. I was able to get away and made it to bounty’s shrine. Lacking the required service. They where angered by my decisions and how I was the only one to fall for greeds tricks and didn’t even try to save my fellow worshipers. They cursed me so that I could no longer feel strength in myself, trapping me in the body of a lamb at night. And if I do try to find power in this state I will be punished.” Goggles is fascinated and craves all the information he can possibly get “what do you mean by punished?” he still has a goofy smile on his face and is prepared to write more information down. Rider is rather blunt with this one “You see these horns? Small and useless yea? Well, if I seek power they will rapidly grow. And grow. And burrow throw my eyes, forever blinding me both in and out of this form”Goggles freezes “ah. Du-duhm ho-ho-hokay! Cool cool. Very cool. Uh what about y’all!” He quickly stands up and desperately awaits the other threes response.

Army stares down at the table “I was displeased with the spirit of fauna because they where reluctant to grant me and my comrades the food we needed for winter. Harvest day was near and I decided to take maters into my own hands. I attempted to make a deal with them. And while where granted our food, it rotted within a number of days. Out of anger I took the freshest appealing squash and coated it in a poison and left it at the spirits shrine as an “offering”. The next moon, I was awoken by a burning pain through my whole body, and the spirits presence. They explained me that I was already risking myself, forcing them to give us our rations and attempting to poison them was my down fall. I fled my village before sun rise, all the while the poison intended for them was eating away at my skin. Now, I must always give back to the land what I take, otherwise the gaps will gr-“ goggles cuts him off “OK OK I GET IT! YOU HAVE WHOLES IN YOUR SKIN AND THEY CAN GET WORSE CUZ YOU TRIED TO POISON A SPIRIT-WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?!?!” “I WAS ANGERED AND I DIDNT KNOW THE CONSEQUENCES!” Army still refused to make eye contact.

“Ok ok ok YOU! What about you? I’m sure not everyone has a gruesome backstory!” Goggles points to Mask, who interns chuckles “I went to the shrine of power-” goggles drops his booklet and drops his head into his hands and groans from behind them “... Yep. The spirit caught me. They said they could give me the power I was looking for, at a cost. I declined.” cue another sorrowful moan from Goggles “they cursed me so that if I ever breathe the night air, I become a disfigured monster, trillions of eyes, stretched limbs, melty, all that good stuff. And I won't be able to control myself. It'll last till day beak and that’s kinda it. Oh, but please note that transforming into it is the most painful thing. The limbs rapidly contorting and growing, ur entire insides churning all at once. And then the eye thing-” Goggles holds out a hand “stop. Just. Just stop.” Mask chuckles.

“What about that Aloha guy? What, he just has like, sleeping beauty vibes?” A silence falls onto the room “....he tried to steal from the spirit of life’s shrine-” Mask happily adds to which Goggles lets out an anguished sigh. “Yeeeeep! Basically, his whole shmuck is that he wasn’t aware enough of life itself so he has to fall asleep before sundown and- you remember how his arms and legs where all wood-y from earlier? Ya so they become roots and all his remaining energy is given to the earth. BUT if he doesn’t fall asleep before then, the wood grows. And if left unchecked, it will fully encase his, trapping and him and then growing inside him, till he no longer has any energy and the wood will grow and he becomes a willow tree!”

Goggles doesn’t even look up from his book, just tapping his pen against the table over and over. “And what about you” he sighs, motioning to Skull. “..... I tried to kill the spirit of the heavans.” Goggles drops his pen “ they didn’t give me any exceptions like these guys. So now,” he removes his gloves to reveal a black and red burn that’s crawling up his arm “this is the hand I tried to kill them with, this is the hand that kills me. This stuff slowly spreads, no matter what, and when it covers my whole body. Well. You can take a guess...” Goggles is left baffled. All these inkling had fucked up much worse then he had thought. He fiddles with his hat before closing his book. “Ain’t gonna lie. You guys suck. BUT it is my duty to save u! So what do ya say? LETS GET STARTED ON MAKING IT UP TO THE SPIRITS!!!” The room is once again silent before mask burst out laughing “I say, we go to bed and deal with ur weird hero complex tomorrow” Army stands up and makes his way twoards the staircase by the door, the rest following. “H-HEY COME OOOON! Guys I need to help you! GUYS!” Goggles awkwardly trails behind

And yep yep ya that’s all lol. Also if u actually read this I love u come here let me kiss u on the cheek 💖

#chill session with three #BEE BA BA BADA BOP #sorry I just think this one is neat and usally my info dumps aren’t as ‘’well put together’’#I like how my brain was trying to keep it nice and light hearted and then ‘’enough. talk about how riders horns will grow through his eyes’’#uhm yea

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