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lilaccmilk · 2 months ago

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summary: you rescue a snow leopard! hybrid from an underground fighting rink and he gets attached to you. (this is basically GOJO SATORU X READER but no name mentioned.)

a/n: this was written keeping Gojo Satoru in mind but feel free to imagine whoever you want to.

content warning: hybrids, mention of underground fighting rinks, abuse, mention of Y/N, scenting, and fluff ig?

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For months you and your team had been tracking an underground hybrid fighting ring. And now you finally had the chance to raid in there and save those hybrids. You worked at a hybrid clinic and dealt with trauma hybrids and their medical health, like a doctor. Your presence was necessary to administer sedatives to aggressive hybrids. You reached the place with hybrid rescue officers, many types of hybrids were caged, surrounding a huge arena for fighting— wolf hybrids, snake hybrids, leopard hybrids, bear hybrids— you name it, they were there. Many of the hybrids just went along with the crew, some had to be lightly sedated. At the most secluded cage, you heard growling, agitated yet worried growling. “We won’t hurt you. We’re from the hybrid protection services, I’m Dr. Y/N.” You signalled the guards to put their guns down, so as to not agitate the hybrid more. “Please step out, i promise we wont’t hurt you yeah?”

Slowly you saw him step out— a beautiful snow leopard hybrid, white hair, pretty blue eyes that held the sky in them. But behind that aggressive demeanour, you could sense he was hiding pain. He had a few untreated bruises and slashes. You backed up a bit to give him space, opening then cage, you spoke in a soft voice, “Come on out now, let’s get you patched up yeah?” His eyes snapped to you, and they softened a bit. But then one of the officers came into view, and he snarled, you quickly got in between them, but too late, your hand had been scratched by him, he quickly stepped back, not looking you in the eyes.

Being deemed as the strongest in the arena had more cons than pros. Sure being respected and feared was nice, but that also meant that he was used as a weapon. Constant fights, back to back bettings, being drugged and then beaten up if he tried to rebel. He had smelled you before he heard your voice, you smelled sweet, like a spring day. And your voice felt like it belonged to one of the angels, he saw you signal the officers to put their guns down. He appreciated it, very deeply. You had beckoned him to come closer, opening the cage, you beckoned him to come closer to you— to freedom.

But then one of the officers moved, and whatever spell you had around him had been broken, he acted before thinking, lurching to eliminate an opponent. When he did see what he had done, he backed away. No no no– it wasn’t supposed to be like this, now you’d hate him and tell them to leave him and— “Hey, it’s ok. Please calm down, they’re all the good guys.” your voice interjected. Huh?

You knew he was scared. He meekly followed you, the other rescued hybrids backing off when he came into view, some out of respect and most out of fear. You made it to the animal clinic, you told him to wait in the shower room, you’d get some towels and clothes. As you were returning with the necessities, a fee officers came upto you, asking if you’d be okay, since the hybrid placed under your care is feral. Feral, that word irked you, but you kept quiet and told them that you’d be fine.

Before abruptly entering the room, you knocked, making it know you were entering.

You went in and saw him standing, in the same spot you left him in, very stiff, as if you’d hurt him if he even breathed the wrong way.

“You could have looked around you know? Will you be able to take a bath on your own, or do you want me to help?” you spoke. He looked blankly at you at first, but then his eyes softened, “I’d like your help please.” You nodded and filled the tub with water, and turned around to allow him to remove his clothes. He got in the tub and you took the shower head, making him comfortable with the water temperature. “I’m gonna wash your hair for you okay?” He nodded at that idea. You took your time with that, mainly because you could hear his purrs of contentment, you were pretty sure he wasn’t aware he was purring.

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A month or so had passed and he was very grateful. You kept him company and showed him patience. Being in the hybrid shelter was weird, but that couldn’t be helped, not until you adopted him. And he knew that he wouldn’t willingly go with someone else. You were pretty, protective, caring and you had a very soothing voice. Especially when you called him ‘snowflake’ or ‘Olaf’ (he loved watching Disney movies after you introduced him to Tangled) those silly nicknames made his heart go into overdrive. One thing that irked him was your scent— don’t get him wrong, he just hated that it contained the scent of many hybrids, he wanted you to smell like him. He wanted others to know you were his. His mate.

You knew he was very attached, and he had developed a sweet tooth. He was slowly turning into one of the most energetic person you had ever met. Always up to silly things and he loved PDA with you. The concept of personal space had now become foreign to him. He always had to have some kind of skinship with you. You wanted to adopt him. But just because of your selfishness, you wouldn’t ruin a chance for him to find a person he liked. But this season was the one where many hybrids got adopted. You didn’t want someone else to take him away from you, and you hated yourself for thinking that.

You saw him the garden, looking sad, you made your way over to him, sitting down next to him, “What happened snow?” There it was, that nickname. It made his heart flutter and his lungs stop working, he wanted nothing but to kiss you. “Nothing.” You insisted on him telling you, but then he finally spoke up, “Do you think, someone could actually think about adopting someone like me?” He wanted to know if you would, he went on about how he thought that maybe he isn’t meant to get all that. But you blurted out before you could think, “I want to adopt you. If that’s okay with of course. I mean- i totally understand if you don’t want me to adopt you. Like, we can find someone else or-“ you were cut off by him hugging you, repeatedly saying yes.

You signed those papers and took him home the same day.

He didn’t think he could be any closer to heaven when he entered your house. Your scent enveloped him. He finally let go of your hand that he had been holding since you asked him if you could adopt him.

At dinner time he practically inhaled the food. You showed him his room and bid him goodnight.

As you were in your bed scrolling through wattpad, you heard loud claps of thunder outside, it was raining. You then heard his voice on the other side of the door, you called him in. “Can I….sleep with you? I wanna cuddle” You wordlessly lifted your blanket and opened your arms, he quickly slipped in next to you.

You both laid together, his head against you chest, but then you felt him nuzzling your neck, almost as if–“Are you scenting me snowflake?” you laugh. “Mmh, yes.” he says in a cocky manner. “You should smell like me, you’re my mate.” Your eyes widen at his words. “Mate?”

He looks up, in panic, he couldn’t believe he said that out loud, “I’m sorry, are you mad? Please don’t send me back-” You cut him off with a finger in his lips, “Hey, I’m not mad, just surprised.”

“So….you accept being my mate? Once you do, be aware there won’t be any breakups like humans.” He warned. “I wouldn’t have it any other way, love.”

He leaned in to kiss you, it was a soft kiss, like a promise, your hands threaded through his hair and you parted away, resting your forehead against his. And then you looked into his eyes, and something flips, he pulled you onto his lap, kissing you feverishly, as chaotic as the thunderstorm outside. You returned the kiss back with same fervour. You both pulled away because of the lack of air and smile. You laid back down, his arms around you. And for the first time in a long while, he slept without nightmares but rather, with contentment.

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hey guys lemme know how was it. i’m gonna make this a mini series i guess. should i? LIKES, REBLOGS AND COMMENTS ARE APPRECIATED <3

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renjunniex · 1 year ago

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Thank You, For Being You

Isaac Lahey x Fem!Reader Series

Omega Part 2

A/n: hey guys! I hope part one was good, honestly i feel like I could’ve written more but idk i guess as i continue this series I’ll learn what’s a good length for each chapter. ALSO I’m trying to think of a name for this series so if anyone has any ideas, let me know!! Hope you enjoy the next chapter!

Prompt: After leaving Isaac and the cemetery, you made it to the hospital and you, Stiles, and Scott are ready to look for Lydia.

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“Is this the one she was just wearing,” Scott questioned. At the moment you three were packed into Stiles’ Jeep trying to figure out your next step in the plan. Stiles glanced at you in the back seat with a look of desperation, you nodded back to try and reassure him the best you can but in a situation like this, is it really possible? He let his eyes meet Scott’s once more before giving a slight nod.

“I’m not gonna let anyone hurt her. Not again,” Scott reassured, but to you it sounded more like he was trying to convince himself more than the worried boy in front of him and you couldn’t blame him. Lydia really had gone through the most horrific incident and knowing the fact that Peter, the alpha, had done it to her only means this was the least of her problems going forward.

You shifted in your seat, catching the boys attentions, “We’ll figure this out, we always do, okay?” You gave their shoulders both a squeeze, before they turned from you back to one another. “Alright, well shove the thing in your face and let’s find her,” Stiles sighed while starting up Roscoe, the lights reveal Allison making you three jump in surprise.

“Wow!”

“What are you doing here? Someone’s gonna see us,” Scott stressed.

Allison shook her head before responding, “I don’t care, she’s my best friend, and we need to find her before they do.” You furrowed your eyebrows at that statement. It didn’t make sense, who was ‘they’? You noticed Scott also wearing a slightly confused face, “I can find her before the cops can.”

“How about before my father does?”

“He knows?” You and Stiles synced.

“Yeah. I just saw him and three other guys leave my house in two SUVs.”

You three quickly glanced at each other, “Search party,” you voiced.

“It’s more like a hunting party.” Allison glanced over at you. You moved from the middle of the seating to behind Stiles’ seat while Scott opened his door to let her in, “Get in.” With that, you were on the road and the long lists of questions started.

“Alright, but if she’s turning, would they actually kill her?” Stiles drove down the road as fast as he could. You turned towards Allison and she shook her head, “I don’t know they wont’t tell me anything. All they say is we’ll talk after Kate’s funeral when the others get here.” You grabbed her arm, “Others?”

“What others?” Stiles questioned.

“I don’t… they won’t tell me that either.”

“Okay, your family’s got some serious communication issues to work on. Scott, are we going the right way?” Scott had his head out the window trying to find Lydia’s scent, if this wasn’t such a stressful situation you might have actually laughed at how amusing the sight was. You called out to him the best you could with the wind in his ears, “Please tell me you picked up on something.” Scott sniffed the air, “Take the next right!”

Stiles turned fast making you and Allison slide into each other, once you had settled back into your seats you glanced at the window when you felt your thoughts become all fuzzy. It was like everything around you blurred and your senses lowered as well, but you felt something. Something so fainted it was hard to focus on but as you try your hardest to listen to it, you realized it felt more like a wave of energy. Suddenly your mind became clear again, everything around you came back from being almost rendered useless to completely heightened.

Lydia.

It was almost like you could feel, see, and touch her but she was no where near you. Almost like some kind of supernatural energy is allowing you to locate her by using some kind of connection. To what, you couldn’t possibly know, this hasn’t happened before. You knew some kind of strange phenomenon happened to you when Scott got bitten. You couldn’t even for sure say when it started but the first time something major happened was when you made your locker close by itself out of anger. After that it just felt like every situation brought on more strange occurrences.

However, you couldn’t think about all that right now. Whatever it was that was happening to you, it was allowing you to possibly find Lydia. You could handle the confusing feelings about everything after she was found and safe.

You finally made it to where Scott was picking up a scent but it didn’t feel right. You decided to keep that part of you quiet since you know to base it on just your ‘gut feeling’ is crazy and there’s no way they would go off that and you wouldn’t blame them. You had no time for uncertainty, you had to find Lydia… before they do.

“She came here? You’re sure?” You picked up your head to see Stiles turning around to look at Scott and Allison, considering they had been trailing behind you and Stiles the whole time, you figured they were discussing something important. Scott nodded his head, “Yeah, this is where the scent leads.” You both looked at each other before Stiles sighed lightly while you two kept up your lead. After barely taking two steps, Stiles turned around again.

“Alright, but has Lydia ever been here?”

“Not with me,” Allison replied.

“It’s possible, it’s not even in her control. If she is in fact turning that is,” you said.

Your suggestion seemed to peaked Allison attention as she turned to Scott, where you could barely hear them discussing about the idea of how packs work. “Is it an instinct to be part of a pack?” You finally heard her question. “Yeah, we’re stronger in packs.”

“Like strength in numbers?”

“No like literally stronger, faster, better in every way.”

“Same for an Alpha?”

You glanced over to see Scott hesitate, “Yeah, it’ll make Derek stronger too. It’s why Peter wanted Scott so bad, not to mention his insane ego problem with that sprinkle of absolute crazy he had,” you turned to them as they looked up ahead at you. “But to be honest, I don’t think she’s here, in fact something tells me, she barely had passed through.” Scott’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion, “What do you mean?” You shook your head, “I can’t explain it but something feels off, like I don’t think Lydia is anywhere near here anymore but I couldn’t tell you how I know that though.”

“Hey look at this. I think it’s a trip wire,” Stiles said messing with the wire line.

“Don’t touch it, you idiot,” You rushed over to smack his shoulder but it was already too late.

He had tripped the wire and had got his best friend got in it. “Stiles.”

“Yeah, buddy,” Stiles turned to see Scott hanging upside down and you with your hands covering your face. “Next time you see a trip wire, don’t trip it.” Stiles pointed to him, “Yeah, noted.”

Stiles walked over to start to try and release Scott, not before earning a smack on the head from you, which in turn earned you a giggle from Allison.

“Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait,” Scott said in a rush. You three froze almost simultaneously. He continued, “Someone’s coming, hide.”

No one moved causing Scott to wave his arms chaotically.

“Go!”

Allison and Stiles scattered while you slipped behind a tree nearby in case anything happened. While you technically speaking, had no control over whatever power you gained you knew well enough that emotion triggered it. When it came to Allison’s father, anger was easy to feel. You finally heard his voice once he got close enough.

“Scott.”

“Mr. Argent.”

“How are you doing,” Argent inquired.

Barely in your eye line, you could see Scott shrug his shoulders, “Good just hanging out, is this one of yours? It’s good. Nice design, very constricting.” You chuckled slightly, Scott always had a thing for being so socially awkward it almost physically hurt you.

Argent sighed, “What are you doing out here, Scott?”

“Looking for my friend.”

“Ah, that’s right. Lydia’s in your group now, isn’t she? Part of the clique, is that the word you use or is there another way to put, part of your pack?”

You could already feel your body start to shake from anger, he was so infuriating! You understood that his family had a way of doing things and that it had been like that for centuries but Lydia is just kid.. Scott is just a kid! Both were put into the situations they’re in now, so you couldn't even fathom how this grown man, this father, could just so blindly follow his so called ‘code.’

“Actually, clique sounds about right to me,” Scott rebutted.

“I hope so, cause I know she’s a friend of Allison’s, and one special circumstance, such as yourself… One I can handle. Not two.”

There was a moment of pause before he kept with his point. “Scott, do you know what a hemicorporectomy is?”

Scott’s breath shook slightly, “I have a feeling I don’t want to.”

“A medical term for amputating somebody at the waist. Cutting them in half, takes a tremendous amount of strength to cut through tissue and bone like that. Let’s hope a demonstration never becomes necessary.”

All you could see was red, he was threatening Scott? What was this guy’s deal? You were glad that Allison and Stiles were out of ear shot because before you even could think you came out from behind the tree. “Really? Because I’m willing to bet that a certain someone would love to know about this conversation.” Argent glanced at your position next to the tree with a slightly surprised look.

“So unless you would like me to inform said person of this conversation,” you continued, “I suggest you walk away now and go about your night.”

Argent took one more moment to glanced at Scott before standing and turning around to go on his way. Before he could get too far away though you let your voice be heard once more, “And Mr. Argent?” He stopped and his head turned to look over his shoulder, acknowledging your presence again. “We will find Lydia and you will keep you and your men away from her, because if you don’t, I’ll make sure you end up that demonstration… and I won’t need claws and fangs to do it.”

You smiled once his eyes met yours, “Enjoy your night, Mr. Argent. Drive home safe, I’m sure Mrs. Argent is worried about you.”

With that, he left.

A few seconds went by and when they were finally out of sight, Allison and Stiles rushed back towards you, asking Scott if he was okay. To which Scott replied back, “Just another life threatening conversation with your dad.” Allison went to try and get Scott down from the wire asking you and Stiles for help as well. Only for Scott to take his claws and cut himself free when we weren’t paying attention. “Thanks, but I think I got it.” You three glanced at each other with sounds of amusement and agreement before you join Scott back towards the Hale house and back on your search until finally you had to all go home, especially since Allison definitely couldn’t get caught out and about with you guys.

The next morning, you decided you would just walk to school for some fresh air, you knew the route would take you passed the cemetery but what you didn’t know was that there would be a crowd occupying the space as well. Among them happened to be none other than Mr. Lahey, Isaac, and Sheriff Stilinski. You checked your watch and decided being even more late to a lacrosse practice wasn’t too awful, considering you were just the team manager and not a player.

“Sheriff, hi!” Sheriff turned to see your smile and wave, returning the gesture before his expression took on a confused front. “Shouldn’t you already be at school, for practice?” You glanced at the other members in the party as you reached the huddle, while one pair of eyes made you feel a soft and floaty feeling instantly, the other was so cold it made any content emotion you had dissipate. You had also taken notice to a black eye on said soft and floaty eyes, you gained your composure back as fast as you could and shrugged in response to the Sheriff’s question. “Well you know me sir, sleeping in is my middle name.” Sheriff huffed a small chuckle and nodded along.

“Plus, I saw Isaac here and figured he could use a second person to voice to Coach on why he’s running late for practice, he’s on the team, you know?” You gave a nod in Isaac’s direction, Sheriff turned back to the father and son, “You play for Beacon Hills? My son plays for the team. Well, I mean, he’s on the team, he doesn’t technically play. Not yet, anyways It’s-”

“We’re working on getting him to play now.. hasn’t been all that successful, as you know,” You responded, which earned you a raised eyebrow from Sheriff and a soft smile from Isaac. You raised your hands up, “What? It’s true!” Isaac’s glance was no longer on you but behind you, which both of you noticed and turned to see nothing but empty forest.

“Something wrong, Isaac?”

Isaac’s gaze snapped back to Sheriff and he quickly shook his head, “No. Oh, no, sorry. It’s just Y/N’s right, I have a morning practice to get to.”

“Just one more question.”

You readjusted your bag on your shoulder, “I’ll wait for you over there, while you finish up. Mr. Lahey, nice to see you again. See you later, Sheriff.” You received a stiff nod from one man and a slight pat on the shoulder from the other. You made your way back to the entrance of the cemetery and Isaac joined you a few minutes later.

You walked in silence for a while but you just couldn’t handle it anymore, “Where did you get the black eye?” You could feel his panic as he tried to glance at you nonchalantly, “Lacrosse”

“Lies,” You shook your head, “He did it, didn’t he?”

“Isaac please, why won’t you let me tell someone, Sheriff could help and I know he would listen.” He instantly rejected the idea, “It was nothing, just an accident, that’s all.”

“Okay, fine, even if I did believe what you’re telling me. I know for a fact he’s done something and probably stuff a lot worse than I could ever imagine.” You stopped and placed yourself in front of him, your head tilting up to meet his eyes, grabbing his hands, “Look, I know we’re not close, really we hardly know each other outside of chemistry and lacrosse but I do care about you and I just want to make sure you’re safe.”

You felt his whole body freeze for a split second and he took a jagged breath, “I know and I appreciate it, but I’m okay.” You couldn’t have hidden the slight look of disappointment even if you tried but you nodded anyways. The two of you continued your walk in silence until you reached the locker room.

By the time you both made it to the locker room, it seems that you ended up not really being late after all. Coach had started giving a speech that had to do with Lydia. To be honest, you zoned out so all you caught from the whole thing was to contact an adult about anything.. and something about losing a testicle to exposure..

Everyone scattered to head to the field, while you looked for Stiles and Scott, only to find them huddled in the corner with the one person who makes you wish your head would explode.

“If Lydia wants to take a naked hike in the woods, why should I care?”

You walked up to the trio, putting your arms around your boys’ shoulders, “Because, being an apathetic jackass is far from cute, and you’re low on the scale when it comes to that rating already.” You felt both Scott’s and Stiles’ arms wrap around your waist to support your position. “Because we think she might be.. you know, turning,” Scott redirected the conversation.

Jackson sent you a narrowed glance, which you gladly returned, “Into..?”

You three met each others eyes as if you had just been given the most ridiculous logic problem known to man. “A unicorn, what do you think, dumbass?” Stiles snarked. You let your head rest on Stiles’ shoulder before scoffing, “I can’t believe we share oxygen with this guy,” You remarked.

Stiles and Scott gave a slight breath of amusement, while Jackson continued to shoot daggers at your head. Jackson readjusted his feet before looking back at the boys, “Well if Lydia’s turning, I don’t think she’s the one that’s gonna need help.”

“What do you mean?” questioned Scott.

“When I was with Lydia, you should of seen the scratches she left on me,” smirked Jackson.

You huffed, “Yeah, probably out of desperation to escape.” Jackson’s head snapped towards you and you gave him the most sickly sweet/sarcastic smile you could muster. You felt both boys tighten their arms around your waist and squeeze your sides, to let you know to chill out. You just couldn’t help yourself around Jackson, his face alone made you want to give him a right hook to his jaw.

“What do you think she’s gonna do with a set of real claws,” Jackson pushed in between you and Stiles, making you lose your balance and start to fall, luckily Scott’s reflexes allowed him to balance you back on your feet. You scoffed, “God, I really hate that guy.”

Later on, you were at your locker still seething about Jackson from earlier this morning. You banged your fist on the closed locker next to yours and let out a slight yell of frustration while slamming your own locker shut. You turned to find the hallway no longer empty, now housing Isaac, who stood frozen probably due to your outburst.

“You okay?” You felt your face get hot from the embarrassment of your slight tantrum being caught. You let your back lean against the lockers and you shook your head keeping your eyes on the ground.

“Jackson’s such a dick.” Isaac let out a laugh and nod in agreement.

You felt pressure on your shoulder and looked to the side to see Isaac now standing side by side to you, leaning his head down to try and meet your eyes.

“Yeah I think the whole county could attest to that. What did he do?”

“Exist.”

There was a moment of silence between you two before you took a breath and slid your back down the lockers, Isaac joining you moments later.

“He just pushes my buttons, this morning the boys were trying to talk to him and he was just being an arrogant ass like always. Just frustrating.”

“I thought you three hated him.”

“Oh trust me, we do.”

“Then why were they even talking to him.” You looked at him for a moment debating on what you should say and deciding on something close to but just not quite the truth was good enough. “They wanted to know if he had known anything about where Lydia could be.” Isaac nodded in understanding. He put his hand on yours, “Hey can I ask you something?”

Your hand turned so that way he was now holding it, “Of course.”

“How did you three become so close?”

Your eyebrows furrowed, “Me, Scott, and Stiles?” He nodded, you gave a breathy laugh.

“Honestly? We’ve known each other our whole lives basically, I guess our parents all knew each other some how but my parents ended up dying in an accident when I was little, I don’t remember it. Melissa and the Sheriff took me in after that, eventually Melissa took me in full time and I’ve been there ever since. Those two empty headed boys are truly like my brothers, we grew up together and they’ve always been pretty protective of me, I guess it was only natural for us to be so close.”

You let your eyes meet Isaac’s and what you were met with made your heart flutter. He just had the softest look in his eyes, a look that made your whole world seem like it was just you two. You couldn’t even explain it fully if you tried. “Why do you ask?”

Isaac shook his head with a slight smile, never breaking eye contact. “You’re always together so I figured talking about them would help relax you.” Your eyes widened and then as if out of a manic episode you started giggling. “You’re right, it did.”

“Okay then, tell me something else.”

You hummed in response. “Why are you always in the middle?” You chuckled, “You noticed?”

“Yeah, those two will always switch which side of you they stand on but you’re always in the middle, why?”

You adjusted your position on the floor to your shoulder being the part of you that's leaning on the lockers, “Well do you remember that one kid in the third grade, he almost always wore plaid and his parents were both realtors? They moved later on, when we reached middle school,” Isaac nodded, “Okay, well for some reason, that kid was obsessed with me, and I’m talking OBSESSED, but not in like a cute way. He would be nice to me some days and then others it was like his mission to make it the worse day of my life.”

“I went home crying almost every day that first semester, Melissa and Sheriff didn’t know what to do, the school didn’t know what to do either. Eventually, Scott and Stiles came up with this plan, since we were in the same home room, they would stay by my side all day, everyday. 24/7. When we were in the school, there wasn’t a moment they weren’t on either side of me. After that, the boy wouldn’t come near me anymore, I guess there always being an audience to his acts was enough to get him to leave me alone.”

Isaac chuckled, “I guess that’s one way to deter a stalker.”

“Yeah, and then it just became second nature to us, I guess.”

Ding!

Your world was broken back into reality by a text tone. Stiles. Again.

Why was Stiles always the reason these moments of yours were broken up?

You opened the text to see something about a funeral, the Sheriff and a car disturbance in the woods. “I’m sorry, it’s Stiles, he wants me to meet them somewhere, I should go.” Isaac smiled at you, “Of course, not a big deal.” You didn’t even give yourself time to think, you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him into a hug and his arms secured themselves around your waist

“Thank you.”

“For what?”

“Being you.”

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A/n: AND THATS ALL FOLKS! I wanted to leave the first episode on a sweet note, especially since Isaac really doesn’t appear too much in the first few episodes. I hope you guys enjoyed! Let me know what you think! Btw this isnt edited so please forgive me for any mistakes lol

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fishermanshook · 6 months ago

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heyy,,,, -lifts up my sunglasses-

this is not a request, more like a fun question: how do you think your favorite id5 character would rizz up reader 😎🎤?

also could i become the Brazil anon please 🇧🇷

oh god Brazil anon I actually have no clue

I feel like Alice is the type to be somewhat bold with her actions. She doesn’t make her feelings for you dead obvious, but it doesn’t take a detective to pick up on the obvious signals she throws your way.

Orpheus on the other hand is not as scared though (in my opinion). When he’s come to terms with who he likes there’s honestly no hiding it now. He’ll court you like the real gentleman he is trust trust

Patricia might take a little longer, and is slower when it comes to flirting with you. When she knows that she likes you, she’ll go for it and drops hints when necessary. But that wont’t happen for a while mainly because she’s been alone for so long that she’s forgotten what it feels like to not have to depend only on herself.

Ganji is similar to Patty in the way where he’s been starved of the feeling of comfort and love. It’ll take him some time to come around to his feelings and, once he does, Ganji will doubt that you even feel the same. He will be slow to court you, but will get there eventually.

okay so I may or may not have gone off on a whole other tangent and forgotten what the actually question is,,,,but that’s okay. Hope you enjoy Brazil Anon!!!

#🎥 ✮⋆˙now playing #Brazil anons !! — 🇧🇷#enchantress idv #patricia dorval #Patricia idv #ganji gupta x reader #ganji idv #orpheus deross #Orpheus idv #alice deross #Alice deross x reader #identity v fanfic #identity v

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girl4music · 7 months ago

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AKEMI: “I’ll be your student, Xena. You’ll take me with you. You’ll teach me everything you know.”

Oh, the audacity, Tapert. THE AUDACITY!

I swear this was riskier than the actual episode.

Xena. The woman warrior known for picking up young girls and falling in love with them. And then they die.

Except it was the other way around this time. Xena died. And the young girl had to live without her. Until she died and then they’d reunite again in another life.

And on and on and on. To me this was way better than “happily ever after” but I digress. I’m one of the very few longtime Xenites that actually likes ‘AFIN’. Appreciates it for its beautiful aesthetics even if the story is a little whack and the endgame is so unfair.

However, watching ‘AFIN’ in the Spaghettl Order is not that bad considering it’s a mid-season finale instead and ‘When Fates Collide’ rewrites the timeline and then it moves straight on to The Ring Trilogy.

Anyone else find it ironic that Xena’s sins with the most grievous consequences were unintended arson?

Cirra, Callisto’s hometown. A fire she never intended to cause wiping out Callisto’s family all except for her, resulting in her going on a life-long venge-streak to hunt Xena down and absolutely destroy her soul.

Higuchi, capital of Japa. A fire she never intended to cause wiping out 40,000 men, women and children because she was intoxicated and grieving over a young girl she had fallen in love with and committed seppuku to whose souls ended up becoming devoured by Yodoshi, Lord of the Darklands so that they died unabsolved, were trapped and had to be avenged.

It’s just ironic to me that the things that had the worst consequences for Xena were things she never even meant to happen. Has anyone else even picked up on this parallel and about Xena’s individual arc in general?

The things she meant to do, she never payed for.

The things she didn’t, she payed a huge price for.

It’s like it’s saying it doesn’t matter what she does - be it good or evil - she can’t escape from it and will suffer.

Imagine purposefully committing all these crimes, destroying all these lives and causing so much pain….

And yet you’re brought to justice over something you never even meant or wanted to happen. It’s insane.

But it’s as I keep saying. Redemption is not chosen. You can’t make it happen. It’s decided by others.

You can devote your life (and your unlife) to redeeming yourself from the evil you’ve done (or haven’t done)

It makes no damn difference because what YOU do wont’t ever matter. All that matters is what you do.

So absolutely,… the greatest consequences to your actions may not even be actions you ever intended.

Which just goes to show you how much actions in general do have consequences. There’s no control. Things spiral out of order and the chaos will damn you.

I understand ‘AFIN’. I don’t like what it’s telling me or showing me but I understand the awful message of it.

Redemption isn’t earned. It can’t be. It’s only decided.

It’s not up to you. You either get it or you don’t.

So whatever you do to atone for your sins or continue to perpetuate those sins doesn’t matter at all.

You just do it anyway because that’s all that matters.

Xena got let off for everything she intended to do.

But she paid the worst cost for everything she didn’t.

The only choice she could make in this was what happened to her. The choice to stay alive or stay dead.

She chose to stay dead and leave behind her love.

THAT is what ultimately redeemed her.

#xena warrior princess #a friend in need #part 1 #part 2 #mid-season finale #spaghetti order #xena #lucy lawless #gabrielle #renee o'connor #akemi #michelle ang

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xtealx · 2 years ago

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little red riding hood and the wolf with social anxiety

[IMAGE 1 ID: Little red riding hood Tsukasa is seen walking through the forest holding a basket. He sings, “Laa Laa Laa I am a baker’s son laa laa laa I sure hope Grammy Kaito likes the pie I made for him!” Wolf Nene can be seen behind him, holding a branch aimed at Tsukasa. She thinks, “One hit. One hit and the pie will be mine. I can smell the grapefruit from here. I’d say sorry but I’m not sorry.” END IMAGE 1 ID]

[IMAGE 2 ID: Nene jumps out in front of Tsukasa, branch ready to collide with Tsukasa’s head. She warns, “Gr. GRAAAH! Give me your… your uh… Give me your basket before I chop your head off!!…. sorry” Tsukasa brings a hand to his face in mock shock and yells out, “KYAAAAA my fans just wont’t leave me alone!” Nene slowly lowers her branch and Tsukasa continues, “Someone! Oh! Someone! Please save me, I beg you!” Nene gets so weirded out that she runs away. She thinks, “I… I need to go!! This cringe isn’t worth that pie!!!” Tsukasa watches her as she runs away and annoyedly shouts, “Are you really not going to even try fighting for my world famous pie?!” IMAGE 2 ID END]

#project sekai #prsk #prsk fa #nenekasa #tsukanene #nene kusanagi #tsukasa tenma #wxs nene #wxs tsukasa #wxs #wonderlands x showtime #art

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pippin-pippout · 6 months ago

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Um so actually I forbid this use of foreshadowing AFTER the foreshadowed event has already taken place. Kindly take it back please 😌

Image ID: 10 year old Ace from One Piece, surrounded by fire, saying “I wont’t run!” as he faces off against Bluejam, in a sick and twisted reminder of Ace’s final stand against Akainu.

#portgas d ace #one piece #bluejam pirates #I guess

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dipplinduo · 9 months ago

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Have you listen to or heard the song “I Wont’t Say I’m in Love”? I think this would be great inspiration for your fic on Juliana’s POV. You won’t regret it.

I do know Hercules!! And LOL, I see you and I raise you this is Kieran LMAOOOO

(if this is S&S D, at least).

#my fics #dipplinshipping #kieran pokemon #kieran x juliana pokemon #juliana x kieran pokemon #juliana pokemon #kieran x juliana #juliana x kieran

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jackhasfallenx2 · 2 months ago

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[ A Video. Again. ]

[ Kate, seen from below, In some nondescript cave, seems to be on alert at something off screen. ]

[ The camera shifts, only slightly, to see what the thing Katie is being threatened by, to see its… well a BBA student, in uniform, with… purple— one may say violet, hair; and glasses. ]

[ They have a ball, quick, of course, as most BBA students would. Which is most likely what Kate feels threatened by. ]

“Oooooh… A vaporeon, That’s what I need for that assignment!”

“Weird face… but I’m sure ‘teach wont’t mind!”

[ Kate Growls… Something, Purple Text Appears over her on screen “NO, GO AWAY.”, those who know pokespeech would recognise this as a correct, if very rough, translation. ]

[ The Student, Of course, Doesn’t understand, and throws the ball they have in hand, before Kate can react— ]

[ …She’s in the ball. ]

[ 1 Shake. ]

[ 2 Shakes. ]

[ 3 Shakes. ]

[ …Click. ]

“Gotcha.”

[ The Student Turns to the camera. ]

“Oh?”

[ They look to the quick ball, containing Kate. ]

“You little scamp! Stole someone’s phone, did you?”

[ No response, of course. ]

“Guess I’ll bring this to lost and found…”

[ As the Student gets within grabbing distance of the phone, the video, and audio cuts out. ]

[ Video End. ]

#[ WELL… THATS A BIT ANNOYING… ]#[ ILL GET THE PHONE BACK ASAP! ]#[ DONT YOU WORRY. ]#pokeblr #rotomblr #rotumblr #self insert faller #???#muse mixup madness #live it back the other way #ask to tag #//because i feel like that should be there

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hekateinhell · 2 years ago

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Just got to the part in PL where Lestat tells Armand he’s taking Louis with him to Paris to live HEA and Armand says not once but twice “I’m happy for you :))))))” in his very passive aggressive way but he’s trying to play it cool and Lestat is like READER I LOVE HIM TOO ((but I can’t tell him that)) ((hopefully he reads my mind and knows that I do)) ((but he probably wont’t)) “Anyways Armand see you later in Paris I guess”. Bruh JUST FUCKING TELL HIM. Why are they like this <///3

Oh my god, that's such a great scene -- it's just so loaded.

Lestat, straining under the weight of his new responsibilities, wishing he could bring himself to be more open and vulnerable with Armand. And I think also knowing it would improve the situation but he just can't face what he might set into motion if he does. He's not ready for that.

Armand does love both Lestat and Louis so much, and I feel he does genuinely want them to be happy. But he's been protecting Louis for over a decade (something Lestat trusted him with), and now he has to hand that responsibility over to... Lestat, who has never been an anchor of stability for anybody. And of course it cuts him deeply when Lestat's being emotionally withholding (so almost always).

And then Louis is just happy both his guys are having a nice, mature, adult conversation. That they're trying both trying. (I will mention: it fucking sends me that the one time Lestat ever apologizes to Armand in canon, it's for catching attitude during a phone call).

He does say this to Armand in MtD:

“Why do you care about me?” I asked. “After all the bad things I did to you? Why?”

But it's only in RoA that he speaks the words:

“Do you need any assistance from me now?” I asked Armand. “This is all fascinating, of course, but there isn’t time for me to come to you.”

“I know that. I’m letting you know for obvious reasons. Why do you behave as if I’m deliberately harassing you? Are you the Prince, Lestat, or not?”

“Of course, yes, you did the right thing. I’m sorry.”

Unbelievable.

#they make me absolutely insane all of them #vc #you ask and hekate answers #armand/lestat/louis

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hoperays-song · 2 years ago

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Johnny’s First Playdate with Uncle Stan (Human AU)

Stan: Alright little lad, do you know where we’re going today?

7 Year Old Johnny: The Zoo!

Stan: Yup! And what are we gonna see?

Johnny: The Gorillas!

Stan: That’s right buddy!

Johnny, cheering: Yayyyy!!! They’re my favourites!

Stan, chuckling: I know laddy. Just remember if your dad asks, I took you to school, ok?

Johnny: Ok Uncle Stan! You’re the bestest older uncle ever!!

Stan, heart melted from Johnny calling him Uncle for the first time: And you’re the bestest nephew ever Johns! Just remember, our secret ok? Don’t tell your dad.

Johnny: I wont’t! Otherwise, it wouldn’t be a secret!

#sing #sing 2 #sing johnny #sing stan #human au #sing characters as humans #marcus absolutely found out #but johnny was so happy he couldn't bring himself to be mad #human johnny's favourite animals are gorillas. why? because it's cute and an easter egg and I love it #bite me #how stan got the fun uncle title explained #me having a perfectly good outline means I will inevitably mess it up with coloring #i suck at hands faces and shading ok?#i'm trying here #fanart is hard #props to everyone who makes it #y'all are gods

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golbrocklovely · 1 year ago

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Miss singer, said that she cant say shes dating “him” yet. Lol im so done right now..She even posted tik tok with “who do you think this is about”. Poor colby, hope he’ll deal with her somewhere, because if i was him and some girl that wants me was clout chasing on my name, i wont’t be too happy about this. Good luck to her thinking she can actually date him.

where exactly did she say this? i didn't see anything on her tiktok.

and also, to give her some leeway, she's not saying his name. everyone is implying it's about him. if she outright said "this isn't about colby" ppl wouldn't believe her. so her saying nothing is her best bet. also she apparently has a shitty ex that was a serial cheater so... it might be about him.

#ask #personal #cb ll

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all54321 · 2 years ago

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Mumbo for Mayor Mycelium

Finally got around to writing Scar and Grian convince someone else to join them. And the person is Mumbo! This is soon after Grian is outed as a spy. Mumbo was already stressed as it was before, it got worse after Grian’s absence.

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Grian sneaks into town hall, it’s the dead of night, making it completely empty, but he can’t be too cautious. He still vividly remembers the layout of the place. He carefully enters Mumbo’s office, deciding to check there for more information first. He stills, breath catching in his throat when he realizes that someone is still here.

Grian stares at the desk, initial shock fading to a more concerned one. He slowly approaches the desk, walking around to lean over Mumbo’s shoulder. He admits that he has had his own share of late nights in the office, but this late? Grian winces, remembering how this technically isn’t the first time Mumbo passed out. But every time it’s happened before, Grian was there, waking him up and telling him to go home to rest. It seems like Grian was the only one who would do that.

He can’t help but feel bad, Mumbo and him weren’t serious when Mumbo starting running for mayor. They never expected to win, but here they are now. Things have changed a lot since then.

Grian sighs, reaching over and gently shaking Mumbo by his shoulder, “Mumbo?” He shakes a little harder when he gets no response.

This time Mumbo stirs, blinking up hazily at him, “Grian…?”

“You fell asleep at your desk again, you need to take care of yourself better.”

It takes a couple minutes for Mumbo to come into full awareness, his whole body seems exhausted, deep shadows under his eyes. He pulls back suddenly, pushing his chair away a little bit, “Grian!?”

“Hey,” he replies, straightening back up. “I’ve told you before,” Grian lightly scolds, “you need to take better care of yourself.” The familiar teasing seems to cause Mumbo to relax, even by a little. He doesn’t respond, glancing away before refocusing on Grian, clearly favoring keeping his eyes on Grian over anything else. At the silence, Grian leans against the desk, “you don’t need to be so stressed,” he murmurs. Mumbo still doesn’t respond, unsure of the reason, Grian continues. “Come with me, you don’t need to be stressed anymore.”

Mumbo shakes his head, “no, I can’t.”

Grian hesitates, choosing his words carefully, he needs to pick the correct way to go about this if he wants to successfully convince his friend. “You’re running yourself into the ground, this isn’t good for you. If you connect to us, you wont’t have to be stressed anymore.” Grian pauses, “I truly am sorry for lying to you all this time. I just couldn’t let you destroy the mycelium.”

“Why is it so important to you?” Mumbo counters, staring almost desperately into his eyes.

He sits fully on the desk, letting out a breath, “because it’s a blessing. To become one with the mycelium is a better fate then anything you can possible imagine.”

Mumbo’s eyes drop to his neck, where the mushrooms grow out of it, “I have my doubts.”

Grian trails a finger across them, “well it’s true. These don’t hurt or anything. Well, unless you try to pull them out. And my sweater pushed on them uncomfortably. Outside of that, they have no impact on my life.”

“Not exactly what I was thinking.”

“Growing them doesn’t hurt,” he pauses, “well, I don’t exactly know that. I wasn’t aware for that.”

“What does that mean?” Mumbo responds, a tinge of concern in his voice.

Grian, Scar cautions.

I got this, he counters. “You’re not conscious when you Connect. You don’t feel anything that happens until you wake up. Even then, you don’t feel it either.”

Mumbo’s eyes refocus onto the mushrooms, “again, I find that hard to believe.”

Grian can’t help but chuckle, “they are a part of me. Just an extension of myself. It’s not any different then any other part of me.”

“And you don’t find any issues with that at all?”

“No. There’s no reason to. Again, they don’t cause us any harm. There are no downsides to becoming like this. Things can only get better from here.” He hesitates before adding on, wanting to be completely honest with Mumbo, “well, we are a bit more sensitive to light, but it’s not impossible to deal with.”

“And the borderline mind control isn’t harmful?”

Grian lets out a breath, “you heard Cub and Pearl’s theory right?” Mumbo hesitates, but nods. “Well, they’re correct. You don’t have to worry about any of that if you agree. I mean, look at me.”

“You let Scar infect you,” Mumbo mutters, surprised.

Grian grimaces at the word, but nods, “yeah, I did.”

“Why?”

“Because it sounded nice, what he offered.”

“What did he offer?”

“Pretty much everything I’m offering to you.” Grian clears his throat, suddenly awkward, “well, not everything.”

“Right…” Mumbo replies, not asking for clarification, like he already knows. Grian files that away to ask him later.

“Point is, I accepted the offer because I wanted to. I don’t regret it, and I promise you won’t if you agree as well.”

Grian can’t tell if Mumbo’s resistance is thinning, or if it’s his guard, but he suddenly looks way more exhausted. “I can’t, everyone voted for me. I can’t let them down.”

“You’re not letting them down, once we completely connect to everyone on this island, things will change for the best. Everyone will be happier this way. Isn’t that what you’d like? To make everyone happier then they are now. You can help with that.”

“They can’t be happy if they’re mindless drones.”

Grian sighs, “that only happens if they show resistance. Once they realize how much better it is, the effect starts to fade. They might not understand now, but they will.”

Mumbo takes a moment to take that in, eventually responding, “will you hurt anyone?”

“Never,” he swears and holds out a hand in offer. “We care for all connected under us, we will never hurt anyone currently Connected to us or who will eventually be. Join us, Mumbo. Everything will feel so much better. No more stress.”

Mumbo stares at Grian’s hand for a silent minute, before reaching out and grabbing it, murmuring a quiet, “alright.” He shivers when he grabs his hand, but looks surprised.

Grian can’t help but laugh at his expression, “thought it would be immediate?” Without waiting for a response, Grian tugs his friend to his feet.

Mumbo staggers as he stands up, looking sheepish, “maybe?”

“Usually doesn’t work that way, Scar’s kinda the exception,” Grian replies, tugging Mumbo to follow him. He can return for information later, this is way more important.

Scar hums in agreement, I’ll meet you there?

Nah, just meet me home, Grian replies.

“Is that why he calls himself the Father Spore?”

“That’s one of the reasons,” Grian replies as he retraces his steps back, leading Mumbo along.

He doesn’t say anything until Grian leads him into an alleyway, “uh, where are you taking me?”

“Home.” He pauses, clarifying, “mycelium territory.”

“Ah,” he mumbles, seeming nervous.

Grian squeezes his hand, “everything will be alright.”

Mumbo nods, looking a little reassured.

After traveling through a maze of alleys, Grian finally reaches the quarantined zone, aka mycelium territory. He stops when he notices a familiar person, “I thought I said I’ll meet you home.”

“You did,” Scar confirms, approaching them, “I just wanted to meet you both before then.” Grian huffs, Scar ignores it in favor of giving Mumbo a lopsided smile, “been a while, mister mayor.”

Mumbo ignores the greeting in favor of staring at them, baffled, “what do you mean both?”

“Ah, right,” Grian responds, turning to face him. “We’re all connected via a hive mind, we always knows what’s going on around here.”

“When you said connected I didn’t think you meant that connected,” Mumbo replies, looking as shocked as he can in his exhaustion. “You can see everything?”

Scar shakes his head, “not everything. The mycelium doesn’t have eyes, after all. It communicates with us, but differently then our sporelings can. We can see what they see, if we choose to.”

“Wh- sporelings!?”

“Our children,” Scar clarifies, a questioning lilt to his voice.

“That- that’s not much better!”

“What we call them is besides the point,” Grian interjects, stopping the discussion before it can get further off topic. “Any person who is connected we can see through their eyes, whereas we can’t see through the mycelium, just feel.”

“So you can watch what someone’s doing whenever you want?

“Technically,” Scar admits, “I don’t do it unless I have to or if there’s a reason to. I won’t do it randomly.”

“Same,” Grian agrees.

“I did see your entire encounter with Grian.”

“You saw all of that!?”

“I wanted to make sure he was safe,” Scar explains with a shrug, “watching what he does is the easiest way to do that.”

“Right,” Mumbo replies, hesitantly.

“I won’t do that to you,” Scar offers.

Without permission? Grian questions.

Without permission, he echoes.

“Yeah, okay,” he mumbles.

“C’mon, let’s get you back home,” Grian murmurs, coming to his side, noticing his exhaustion catching up to him. Mumbo slowly nods.

“Our sporelings have a place set up for you,” Scar says, coming up beside him. “Just rest now,” he whispers, placing a hand on Mumbo’s shoulder and increases the spore cloud around him.

Mumbo is out within seconds, Scar catching him easily. Grian hums in disapproval, “I was going to lead him back before doing that.”

“He was already on the verge of passing out,” Scar counters.

“I suppose…”

Scar easily picks Mumbo up, “let’s head back home.”

“Yeah,” Grian replies, a lot more cheery then when he first set out. After all, he has Mumbo back!

#father spore spy au #my writing #Grian decided that completely telling the truth would be the best way to convince Mumbo #Scar wasn’t convinced about being 100% honest at first (wanting to keep some things secret) but ends up agreeing in the end

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bluiex · 2 years ago

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Father Spore Spy AU: How they convince Mumbo to join them!

I remember that ask some time ago about Father Spore calling those infected his children and I had to add it to mine too. He calls them either his sporelings or his children.

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He can’t help but feel bad, Mumbo and him weren’t serious when Mumbo starting running for mayor. They never expected to win, but here they are now. Things have changed a lot since then.

Grian sighs, reaching over and gently shaking Mumbo by his shoulder, “Mumbo?” He shakes a little harder when he gets no response.

This time Mumbo stirs, blinking up hazily at him, “Grian…?”

“You fell asleep at your desk again, you need to take care of yourself better.”

Mumbo shakes his head, “no, I can’t.”

“Why is it so important to you?” Mumbo counters, staring almost desperately into his eyes.

He sits fully on the desk, letting out a breath, “because it’s a blessing. To become one with the mycelium is a better fate then anything you can possible imagine.”

Mumbo’s eyes drop to his neck, where the mushrooms grow out of it, “I have my doubts.”

“Not exactly what I was thinking.”

“Growing them doesn’t hurt,” he pauses, “well, I don’t exactly know that. I wasn’t aware for that.”

“What does that mean?” Mumbo responds, a tinge of concern in his voice.

Grian, Scar cautions.

I got this, he counters. “You’re not conscious when you Connect. You don’t feel anything that happens until you wake up. Even then, you don’t feel it either.”

Mumbo’s eyes refocus onto the mushrooms, “again, I find that hard to believe.”

Grian can’t help but chuckle, “they are a part of me. Just an extension of myself. It’s not any different then any other part of me.”

“And you don’t find any issues with that at all?”

“And the borderline mind control isn’t harmful?”

“You let Scar infect you,” Mumbo mutters, surprised.

Grian grimaces at the word, but nods, “yeah, I did.”

“Why?”

“Because it sounded nice, what he offered.”

“What did he offer?”

“Pretty much everything I’m offering to you.” Grian clears his throat, suddenly awkward, “well, not everything.”

“Right…” Mumbo replies, not asking for clarification, like he already knows. Grian files that away to ask him later.

“Point is, I accepted the offer because I wanted to. I don’t regret it, and I promise you won’t if you agree as well.”

Grian can’t tell if Mumbo’s resistance is thinning, or if it’s his guard, but he suddenly looks way more exhausted. “I can’t, everyone voted for me. I can’t let them down.”

“They can’t be happy if they’re mindless drones.”

Grian sighs, “that only happens if they show resistance. Once they realize how much better it is, the effect starts to fade. They might not understand now, but they will.”

Mumbo takes a moment to take that in, eventually responding, “will you hurt anyone?”

Mumbo stares at Grian’s hand for a silent minute, before reaching out and grabbing it, murmuring a quiet, “alright.” He shivers when he grabs his hand, but looks surprised.

Grian can’t help but laugh at his expression, “thought it would be immediate?” Without waiting for a response, Grian tugs his friend to his feet.

Mumbo staggers as he stands up, looking sheepish, “maybe?”

“Usually doesn’t work that way, Scar’s kinda the exception,” Grian replies, tugging Mumbo to follow him. He can return for information later, this is way more important.

Scar hums in agreement, I’ll meet you there?

Nah, just meet me home, Grian replies.

“Is that why he calls himself the Father Spore?”

“That’s one of the reasons,” Grian replies as he retraces his steps back, leading Mumbo along.

He doesn’t say anything until Grian leads him into an alleyway, “uh, where are you taking me?”

“Home.” He pauses, clarifying, “mycelium territory.”

“Ah,” he mumbles, seeming nervous.

Grian squeezes his hand, “everything will be alright.”

Mumbo nods, looking a little reassured.

After traveling through a maze of alleys, Grian finally reaches the quarantined zone, aka mycelium territory. He stops when he notices a familiar person, “I thought I said I’ll meet you home.”

Mumbo ignores the greeting in favor of staring at them, baffled, “what do you mean both?”

“Ah, right,” Grian responds, turning to face him. “We’re all connected via a hive mind, we always knows what’s going on around here.”

“When you said connected I didn’t think you meant that connected,” Mumbo replies, looking as shocked as he can in his exhaustion. “You can see everything?”

Scar shakes his head, “not everything. The mycelium doesn’t have eyes, after all. It communicates with us, but differently then our sporelings can. We can see what they see, if we choose to.”

“Wh- sporelings!?”

“Our children,” Scar clarifies, a questioning lilt to his voice.

“That- that’s not much better!”

“So you can watch what someone’s doing whenever you want?

“Technically,” Scar admits, “I don’t do it unless I have to or if there’s a reason to. I won’t do it randomly.”

“Same,” Grian agrees.

“I did see your entire encounter with Grian.”

“You saw all of that!?”

“I wanted to make sure he was safe,” Scar explains with a shrug, “watching what he does is the easiest way to do that.”

“Right,” Mumbo replies, hesitantly.

“I won’t do that to you,” Scar offers.

Without permission? Grian questions.

Without permission, he echoes.

“Yeah, okay,” he mumbles.

“C’mon, let’s get you back home,” Grian murmurs, coming to his side, noticing his exhaustion catching up to him. Mumbo slowly nods.

“Our sporelings have a place set up for you,” Scar says, coming up beside him. “Just rest now,” he whispers, placing a hand on Mumbo’s shoulder and increases the spore cloud around him.

Mumbo is out within seconds, Scar catching him easily. Grian hums in disapproval, “I was going to lead him back before doing that.”

“He was already on the verge of passing out,” Scar counters.

“I suppose…”

Scar easily picks Mumbo up, “let’s head back home.”

“Yeah,” Grian replies, a lot more cheery then when he first set out. After all, he has Mumbo back!

YAAAAY MUMBO JOINING THEM

YIPPEE

Waaah that was so gooooood!!! Ough I need more 😩 what do they do to turn him?

#bluie gets an ask poggers #long post #scarian ficlet #father spore spy au

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