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orions-choker · 3 months ago

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Drink My Cherry Blood (Vampire!Kirk Hammett x Reader NSFW)

Vampire Kirk, Rough sex, Oral Sex, Blood Drinking, Unprotected Sex.

Word Count: 4,557

Reader meets Kirk at a party and gets a lot more than she expected when he follows her home.

(Cross posted to AO3, this is just an excuse to write Vampire Kirk smut sorry <3)

The moon hung high in the midnight sky. Despite the darkness the California night was pleasantly warm against Y/N’s skin. It didn’t stop a shiver from running up her spine. Each step she took against the pavement brought with it the feeling of being followed. Each time she peaked behind her shoulder she was greeted with nothing.

Her knuckles turned white, her grip on her crossbody purse deathly tight. Her pace hastened slightly. She was almost home, she could see the faint light from her house in the distance, like a beacon of hope in this small corner of suburbia. It took all her will power to avoid breaking into a sprint, not wanting to look like a fool when truly there was nothing following her.

A sudden crack sounded behind her, a pebble hitting asphalt. It cried out like a strike of lightning on the otherwise silent street. Y/N stopped abruptly, whipping her body around to catch the perpetrator following her. Nothing. Her eyes trailed down the empty sidewalk, landing on the suspect stone that had startled her. Too far behind her to have accidentally been her.

“Hello?” She called out, voice wavering as she desperately hoped for no reply. She waited a moment, and then a moment more before shaking her head. “I’m going crazy.” She mumbled to herself turning back towards her target, home, she just needed to get home.

The sound of her worn converse scuffing against the ground suddenly seemed impossibly loud. An irrational part of her brain telling her the noise was bringing too much attention to herself, like prey being stalked through the forest. She swallowed hard, the lump in her throat getting stuck like a heavy weight in her chest.

Home, Home, Home. It was the only thing she chanted. Somewhere in her mind she reprimanded herself for leaving the party so late, by herself. Her only saving grace was her choice to stay sober tonight, knowing she had work tomorrow she decided to be smart for once in her life.

The party had been a goodbye party for a close friend, despite that Y/N seemingly knew no one there. Not a single mutual friend aside from the host, Y/N had found herself nursing a cola in the corner of the kitchen for most of the night. That was until she had been approached by Kirk. That was the name he had given her anyway.

He was a cute thing, he had dark curly hair that cascaded down his shoulders, he was lean and lanky, not incredibly tall but towered over Y/N’s short stature nonetheless. He had these big brown eyes that oozed comfort and for that reason she had found herself chatting with him through the night.

He was pleasant, in conversation and to look at. She was thoroughly endeared by his knowledge of music, games, comics and movies. He was a bit awkward at first, it was endearing the way he stuttered over his words, laughing at his own poorly timed jokes. Despite his charms there was a feeling she couldn’t shake around him, not fear, but anticipation. Something about the way he seemed to loom over her, the way his teeth, a little crooked, seemed impossibly sharp, like razors in his mouth. He felt..off.

Still Y/N felt sad saying goodbye to him, exchanging numbers with him as she left the party around 11:30. He had offered to walk her home, insisting it wasn’t safe this late for a young woman such as herself. Suddenly she felt inclined to agree.

Snapped out of her thoughts of the night earlier, Y/N heard it then, footsteps. Unmistakably against the ground behind her, someone was there, and gaining on her fast. Her breath hitched and without a second thought she broke into a panicked sprint. The ground seemed to shake and crumble away from her feet as she heard the person behind her gain speed.

Then there was a hand on her arm, a grip so tight it felt bruising. She was stopped, yanked back with incredible strength. A scream ripped its way from her throat but died quickly, muffled by a warm hand against her mouth. She thrashed in the hold of her mystery assailant, teeth sinking into the flesh of his hand and nails scraping against his arm. Her efforts earned her nothing more than a pained hiss.

“Hey shit calm down Y/N.” The voice in her ear, from earlier that night. Kirk? Her eyes rolled back trying to get a better look at the man behind her. She couldn’t see his face from this angle, but the curls falling around his shoulders and the dark fabric of his shirt confirmed it for her. She stopped for a moment, her body going limp as he pulled her down the alleyway.

She was roughly turned around, body pressed against the brick wall behind her. His hand still covered her mouth as his body caged her in. She looked up at him with wide eyes full of fear. How stupid had she been to talk to this guy, he had seemed harmless enough. Oddly enough his eyes were elsewhere, darting towards the entrance of the alley as he shuffled them further into darkness. His body concealed her from view.

Tears sprang to her eyes, this was how she died? In a dark alleyway, body disgraced by a man she had just met. She couldn't help the small sobs that came from her muffled mouth. Kirk's eyes widened as he looked down at her. He shook his head quickly. “No shh shh.” He whispered, his hand pressing down harder. “Please be quiet, this isn't what you think, just quiet.” He hissed urgently, eyes darting back towards the open road.

Y/N was caught off guard by the interaction, stunned into silence again by the gentleness in her voice. They stood there for what seemed like an hour. Y/N pressed against the warmth of Kirk's body as he completely encased her there in the alleyway. She noticed he didn’t breathe a second of the time they spent there. Finally Kirk released a shaky sigh, stepping away from her, hand slowly falling from where it had gagged her. “Please please don't scream, let me explain.” He pleaded, a guilty look in his eyes.

“What the fuck.” Y/N hissed, still speaking lowly as Kirk did. “What’s your deal dude, are you trying to kidnap me?” She asked, voice raising in fear and anger. Her back was still pressed against the wall trying to keep as much distance between him and her. She noticed in the glint of the moonlight his eyes seemed to almost glow a deep red color, his gaze on her still filled with worry.

He shook his head frantically, looking like a kicked puppy at the accusation. “No god no!” He defended himself quickly. He ran a hand through his hair in exasperation. “Fuck, ahh how do I explain this?” He groaned.

“Explain attacking me in the middle of the night after I talked to you once at a party?”

He winced at her acid laced words. “Look I’m sorry, I didn’t want to.” His hands came to his face, rubbing at his skin and gently pulling at his lower lash line as he struggled to find the words. “You were being followed, I was worried about you.” Kirk sighed, eyes desperately searching hers in hope she was willing to listen.

Y/N’s face contorted, lips pulling into a tight line and eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “Dude you were the one following me?” She slid down the wall slowly, exhausted by this whole interaction she let her body slump forward as she sat on the dirty pavement beneath her.

Kirk followed her, crouching before her, keeping a good distance to not scare her further. “No, I mean yes, but to protect you.” He stumbled over his words. “You wouldn’t let me take you home, but you were being watched at the party and I couldn’t let you leave alone, you wouldn’t have made it home alive.” He tugged his bottom lip between his sharp canines.

They seemed inhuman, those teeth. Y/N couldn’t pry her eyes away from them. “And how do you know that?” She asked him, voice softening a bit. There was just something about his demeanor that made her want to believe this stranger. “What was with you dragging me down here and keeping me silent.”

“The guys that were following you, I know them, I didn’t want to fight them not in front of you.” He explained carefully, there was something else lurking beneath his words. “I just wanted us to keep low until they fucked off”

His explanation came with more questions than answers. “I didn’t hear anyone out there, how do you know?” Y/N asked, pulling her knees to her chin as she stared at him in wonder. “And what do you mean fight them? It sounds like something you do often.”

“God why do you have so many questions.” Kirk whined in defeat, his head hanging low. He picked gently at a small piece of gravel on the ground. He was unwilling to make eye contact again with her as he spoke slowly. “You aren't gonna believe what I’m gonna say.”

“Try me.”

With a final sigh Kirk dropped from his crouching position, sitting down in front of Y/N in the alleyway. “It’s a long story…I’m well i'm not human.” He began his explanation, taking note of the way Y/N’s eyes widened, her mouth dropping open to say something but shutting again as he shot her a glare. “The guys following you? Not human either. I’ve had a couple alterations with them before, they like picking fights. I made the mistake of chatting with you and just to piss me off they figure it would be fun to kill you…or worse.”

As the words tumbled out Y/N shivered. Silence fell over them before she spoke again. “What do you mean, not human?” She asked, rather than disbelief she sounded curious. She leaned forward a little closer, eyes trailing to his teeth once again as they got caught on his lip. “Like…a vampire?” She whispered.

Kirk hesitated before shrugging. He nodded his head “Something like that, yeah.” He whispered back. His eyes searched her own for any trace of fear, anger, anything really. Suddenly she was on her knees, crawling towards him. The dim light from the street lamp outside the alley illuminated her face, eyes wide and sparkling with interest, lips parted slightly as she studied him like a wild animal.

“How can I believe you, can you turn into a bat or something?” She asked almost jokingly. She crawled between his legs, hands coming up to pry open his mouth and run her thumb along the sharp canines. Her touch barely ghosted over them yet she could feel the edge like a knife. A little more pressure and she would have nicked herself.

Despite his surprise at the sudden boldness he allowed her curious hands to wander and study him. He chuckled awkwardly “Well uh no, I said like a vampire, not actually one like from the movies.” He tried to explain. One of his hands came to softly pry away her prodding hands as he smiled his best comforting smile at her. “I'm uh really strong? I guess…I drink blood, don't eat, sleep or breathe.” He hummed for a moment wondering how he could prove himself here. His eyebrows shot up. “Wait here, watch this.”

Y/N’s eyes trained on him as he raised his own palm to his mouth, quickly he dragged the skin along his flesh, cleanly slicing open the flesh. He held his hand out to Y/N and she watched as the wound gushed blood, dripping onto the ground between them, then quickly..it stopped…and then the skin pinched together. It healed leaving no mark, no sign that the wound had ever been there.

With a gasp Y/N leaned back, grabbing Kirk’s hand in her own as she examined it, looking for the secret to his trick. “No fucking way.” She mumbled, yanking his hand in every which way. It earned her a soft giggle from him. She looked up at him from where she was still sitting between his legs. “So like, are you immortal? How old are you?”

Kirk’s smile widened a bit, a sense of relief flooding through him that she hadn’t run away screaming. “I think I am, I haven't really been around long enough to find out, this happened to me a couple years ago now, my twenty fourth birthday.” He chuckled “I'm twenty six now so not the best gauge on my immortality.” He slowly slid his fingers between her own, holding her hand gently. “You actually believe this?”

She gripped his hand a little tighter, her fingertips pressed against the back of his palm. She thought for a moment, pursing her lips. “Kinda hard to say no when I just watched your skin meld back together.” her body lurched forward suddenly, Kirk using his grip on her to bring her crashing forward into him. Her face pressed against his chest as his arm snaked its way around her waist. “Oh, hello.” She mumbled against him, craning her neck to look at him.

Looking down, Kirk’s eyes locked onto her own, a flash of something predatory passing through them.. “And you aren't scared?” He punctuated his question with his grip tightening around her hand and waist, squeezing hard enough to earn a gasp from Y/N.

With a gulp Y/N shook her head slowly. “No, I don’t think so now, I was a bit before.” Her gaze settled on his lips. “Honestly, the whole thing is kind of hot.” She admitted, a deep red rising to her face. “Always had a thing for vampires.”

“I wasn’t hot before?” He asked flirtatiously, his free hand came up to grip her chin, keeping her gaze steady. “Can I kiss you?” His tongue swiped along the points of his teeth, Y/N’s eyes following its movement. Silently she nodded, the look on her face desperate. Suddenly she was knocked off balance, Kirk’s leg hooking under her own and effortlessly flipping the two of them.

She was left with her back pressed against the rough gravel. His arms caged either side of her head, knee pressed between her open thighs. Kirk’s hair tickled her face lightly as he swooped down. He kissed her feverishly, like he was devouring his last meal. It left her completely breathless, hands coming up to clutch at the back of his shirt. She gripped onto the fabric desperately as she was sucked in.

Y/N’s back arched as she surged forward, chasing his touch. Her mouth parted open eagerly to feel the warmth of his tongue against hers. He swallowed each needy whine that left her. Kirk pulled away to allow her to breathe, nipping at her bottom lip and drawing blood as he did so. She hissed at the sudden sting of pain, fingernails digging into him.

“Holy fuck.” She panted, lungs heaving as she searched for the air he had stolen from her. Her pupils were blown, leaving a sliver of color left on her irises as she looked up at him in wonder and adoration. “Do you want to fuck me?” She asked unabashedly, too high on the feeling of him surrounding her to bother being embarrassed.

A laugh ripped its way from Kirk’s throat, it was a sweet noise that seemed to contrast the intensity between them. It brought a smile to Y/N’s lips. “Right here in the alley? I think you deserve better than that.” He mumbled, pressing a kiss to her forehead as he tucked a wild strand of her hair behind her ear.

She leaned into his soft touches, eyes fluttering closed in content. “My house is just down the road.” Y/N sighed. “I was almost home before I was so rudely kidnapped.” She joked. Her hand fell from his back, trailing to his chest and then neck. The chain hung there dangled between them and she gave it a teasing tug. “But with how bad I want this, the alley is fine too.”

Suddenly she was tugged to her feet. It happened faster than her eyes could comprehend. One moment Kirk had been pressing her into the ground and the next she was standing, his arms wrapped around her waist from behind, his chin resting against her shoulder. “Take me home then beautiful.” He whispered into her ear, teeth nipping at her lobe. A shiver rippled down her spine as she silently nodded.

His arms left her waist to allow her movement. She reached behind her, gripping his hand and dragging him behind her. The two emerged back onto the empty street. Y/N’s legs wobbled as she led them down the block towards her house, her salvation. As the pair stumbled into the empty house, Y/N quickly tugged her shoes off before leading Kirk upstairs.

Her room was pitch black as they entered but that didn’t seem to affect Kirk as he effortlessly moved them to the bed in the corner of the room. “Night Vision.” She asked him jokingly. He pushed her down against the mattress, his hands tugging on the bottom hem of her shirt. She lifted up allowing him to pull it over her head. She was left in her jeans and bra.

Kirk stood between her legs, drinking in the sight of her sprawled beneath her. Skin glistening under the soft rays of moonlight that streamed in from her windows. “You know it baby.” He grinned crookedly at her. With a sudden urgency he tugged his own clothes off, stripping down to just his underwear. Y/N followed him, quickly unbuttoning her own jeans and shimming them down her legs. An appreciative sigh escaped his lips, the bed dipping under his weight as he crawled on top of her.

“Fuck you’re pretty.” He breathed out heavily. His fingertips gently ghosted down her skin from her jaw, down her neck, coming to rest at the swell of her breast. “Mind if this comes off baby?” He asked out of courtesy, his hands already going to work behind her back to unclip the fabric.

At a loss for words, Y/N nodded. There was a sudden chill against her skin as Kirk tugged her bra away. Her nipples hardened as she shivered lightly. Kirk groaned at the sight, his head dipping down to her chest and sucking one of the hardened nubs into his mouth. Y/N gasped, hands coming to clutch at his shoulders.

“Ahh fuck.” Her voice was whiny and pitchy as Kirk's thumb pressed into her other nipple. Even the slightest of his touches seemed intense to her. With a pop Kirk pulled back, looking up to lock eyes with her once again as his lips left soft wet marks against her skin down to the waistband of her panties. Y/N couldn’t look away, watching with wide eyes as he pressed his tongue flat against her through the fabric of her underwear.

Her hands tangled into his dark curls with a moan, fingernails digging into his scalp. “Oh my god, Kirk.” She whined. Her thighs pressed against the sides of his head as he lapped at her core. His fingers curled around the edge of her underwear tugging them down slowly. Obediently Y/N lifted her hips off the bed to let him slide them down, coming to hang around her ankle as moved back in.

The raw feeling of his tongue against her folds had Y/N’s head tossing back against the mattress. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” She chanted breathlessly as his long fingers pressed against her entrance. The combination of Kirk’s tongue against her clit and his fingers pressing inside her had her thighs trembling around him. She could feel the sheets beneath her growing damp from his spit and her own arousal.

“Please please, don’t wanna come without you inside of me.” She groaned, hands tugging at his hair in a desperate attempt to pull him back. “Please m’gonna.” Her words slurred together as he curled his fingers expertly, rubbing against her walls.

Kirk pulled back only for a moment, a grin plastered against his shiny lips. He looked at home between her legs.”C’mon baby you can finish more than once, wanna taste you.” He denied her request and moved back in with more fervor than before. He sucked her in, teeth gently grazing her skin. His fingers moved so fast, Y/N belatedly thought it was a wonder his hand hadn’t cramped.

“Fuck Kirk, I’m-” Her voice raised, being cut off by her own moan as she clenched around his fingers, body shaking as her release gushed across his tongue. The warmth and stickiness between her legs grew as she moved her hips against him, riding out her climax. Kirk let out his own muffled groan between her legs, eyes fluttering shut. Slowly her body came down from the high, going limp against the mattress, her hands falling from his hair.

The feeling of cool air against her core as Kirk pulled away left her body twitching. He wiped his lips off on the back of his hand before moving up her body again, pressing a sweet kiss against her lips. “You okay for more?” He asked her kindly, pressing a few comforting kisses to her cheek. His hands rubbed up and down her sides soothingly.

Y/N nodded, her hands weakly reaching for his underwear in a sad attempt to pull them down. “Really want you in me now.” She smiled as he quickly shed his last piece of clothing separating them. Her eyes trailed down, widening a bit in surprise as she saw the length of his cock, resting against her stomach.

The head was a pretty deep red, glistening and dripping precum just beneath her bellybutton. He was thick too. “Fuck thats gonna’ hurt.” She whispered nervously. Looking back up to Kirk’s face, worry etched onto her pretty features.

“You’ll be okay, don't worry baby.” He smiled at her, leaning down to capture her lips in distraction. She held onto his arms as he reached down. He grabbed the base, aligning it with her dripping warmth. He earned a surprised squeak as he pressed the head in, teasing her with just the tip. Pulling back just enough to have her suck him in again. “Deep breath baby.” He warned her as he began to fully sink into her. He leaned forward, breathing heavily into her ear as he bottomed out inside her.

It was a near painful stretch, soothed only slightly by the work of his fingers earlier. Y/N hissed as her body adjusted to his large size. Her nails dug into his skin. “Kirk, ow, fuck, so full.” She moaned. It felt heavy against her walls as he finally reached the base, his hips fully pressed against her ass. “Can’t believe it fits.”

Kirk let out a shaky laugh mixed with a moan. “Fuckin’ fits perfect, like you were made for me Y/N.” His words left Y/N’s skin feeling tingly. “Want to fucking destroy you, please can I move?” He begged impatiently. His hips bucked forward against her trying to bury himself deeper.

“Yeah, yeah you can move now.” Y/N groaned, rolling her hips against him. At the confirmation Kirk’s hips pulled back and snapped forward violently. It shifted Y/N’s whole body up the bed, her tits bouncing obscenely with each thrust. All words escaped her, the only thing leaving her lips an endless string of moans.

Kirk was incredibly vocal, whining into Y/N’s ear as he hammered his cock into her with reckless abandon, like an untamed animal. Predator finally devouring its elusive prey. He fully consumed her with each movement. He had gripped her hands in his own, pinning them down above her head. She thrashed helplessly against his grip as held her in place, using her body like a toy.

Amongst her most incoherent ramblings Y/N begged him. “Kirk, please, fuck, bite me, want you to bite me.” Her head lolled to the side, exposing the smooth expanse of her neck. And who was Kirk to look a gift in the face and deny it? His lips pressed against the skin between her neck and her shoulder. He started slowly, sucking the skin into his mouth, leaving a pretty bruise in his wake.

Her voice raised in pitch, her body pressing back down to meet each of his thrusts. Kirk could feel himself hitting so deep inside her, the head of his cock brushing against the wall of her cervix. He winced at the thought of the pain that must cause her but Y/N seemed unbothered. He opened his mouth, allowing his teeth to graze the skin of her neck before he sunk down. His canines effortlessly punctured the soft skin.

Y/N screamed, tightening around him and he could feel the warmth of her second climax of the night around his cock, making his movements wetter and sloppier. The taste of iron against his tongue sent his hips stuttering, losing his pace as warm blood filled his mouth. She was sweet, sweeter than anyone he had drank from before. It dribbled past his lips, down her neck and collarbone. Small trails of blood mixed with saliva pooled around her chest.

Kirk’s hand left her own, going down to grip onto her hips for better leverage. His thrusts grew sloppy as he chased his release. He sucked around the wound he created, moaning as he swallowed the sweet liquid. “Ah, hurts, too much Kirk.” Y/N gasped beneath him.

He stopped mid thrust, pulling away from her neck to meet her gaze. A sheepish smile on his lips, blood dripping from the corners of his mouth. “Shit sorry.” He mumbled, dipping back down to lick apologetically at the mark. Y/N giggled lightly, her hand coming to rest on his hair and tugging gently, giving him the go ahead to keep going.

Kirk's thrusts were gentler now, thumbs rubbing soothing circles into her hips as he rocked into her, he moved up to kiss her sweetly. Skin to skin, hearts beating in time. They moved together like a well oiled machine, made to work in time with each other. With a final thrust Kirk stilled inside her. He groaned into her mouth, cock pulsing as he coated her insides with his release.

“Fuck, Y/N.” He sighed, his body weight resting on top of hers. A sheen of sweat and fluid coating their skin and making them stick together. Slowly he pulled out, Y/N shuddering at the feeling. Kirk rolled to the side, arms wrapped around her and pulling her in tight. “Thank you.”

Y/N smiled, reaching up to push his curls away from his face. Her pale skin was tinted red, the wound on her neck already beginning to bruise, blood dried around the puncture wounds. Her words were barely above a whisper “Let's do that again sometime.”

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oncewhenalongtimeago · 10 months ago

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Hi hi!! How are you?

I was wondering if you have any continuation for The jealous one (or other), otherwise no problem!

Have a nice day <3

The Jealous One pt 3

Pairing: Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III x Fem!Reader

Words: 3,492

Hiccup tries to catch your attention. You remain stubbornly obtuse and subtly obstinate.

Tags: fem!reader, silly, ambiguous timeline, Snotlout Jorgenson, Ruffnut and Tuffnut Thorston, suggestive content, Jealous!Hiccup, Post RoB/DoB, Pre-RTTE

“Hello,” You managed, as you squeezed between two large, metal-breasted women.

You were barely able to hold back the urge to break out into a jolly skip, remembering with glee the look on Phlegma’s face when she’d been greeted with a hall half full of greenish sheep.

You had plans and people waiting for you, though nothing could ever be important enough to keep you from enjoying the smell of fresh air and rainy weather. Currently, the village had just broken free of a drizzle, the clouds parting in order to welcome through soft sunlight which danced, tingling across the skin of your face.

“Good morning,” You wished with cheer as you passed by Burthair, who balked as you curled your lips upwards. Your apparent reputation as sullen, timid, and alone did you wonders so it must have been an awful shock to see you so bright and chipper.

You tapped your toes against the stone foundation marking the beginning of the forge hoping to knock off any loose, dry mud before you tracked it inside, though you were sure it was for naught. There was already a steady line of dirt leading into the forge made up of large, round dragon prints, bookmarks and small rounded crescents you were certain belonged to Gobber’s peg.

“Hello,” You called at a hunched back, connected to a body which was standing before one of the long benches set around the area, one of his arms extended to scribble something down on a piece of parchment while he scanned a book, keeping track of the lines with his right hand.

A lanky set of shoulders startled before Hiccup, the one and only, set his stick down with a level of finality, shoulders falling as he turned, red undershirt crumpled and covered in smudges. His face was also smudged, and you would have had the mind to worry about the state of his book if you had the care and weren’t in such a hurry.

“Hey,” Hiccup said, turning around and running a hand through his hair, leaving dark streaks behind as he did it. You knew how incredibly dirty his pillow was because of it.

You grinned lopsidedly, wondering how much brighter his hair would be if he’d washed it more often.

He seemed startled to see you smile so bright, a hesitant smile of his own jumping across his mouth. The light from the open window and the side of the forge hit his face pleasantly, lighting the freshly defined shape of his jaw and the high bone of his cheek. It looked soft.

Your ears pinked. You weren’t sure you’d felt this great since you were kids. Or at least since you were fifteen. It wasn’t often that you saw him without his leather anymore. You admired him without it, skinny frame and all.

You shook that thought away, walking in further, circling to face him as he moved throughout the open room.

“You had a long night?” You asked as you eyed the tired tilt to Hiccup’s eyes and the exhaustive bruising underneath, “I’m sorry I wasn’t here to keep you company.”

Hiccup shut his eyes, furrowing his brow and shaking his head as he looked away, “It’s alright.”

You shrugged your shoulders as if you were feeling them out, trying to dispel some of the nervous energy locked in your nonexistent, but growing, still, of course, muscles.

“So…?” Hiccup began.

“So?” You asked, before realizing, lips quirking into an awful, dopey approximation of a grin. Right. And you had to be quick.

“Snot used up all his Zippleback Gas capsules,” You said, finally. When in doubt, blame Snotlout. He was running low too, of course. Because you’d stolen a few.

You hoped he hadn’t noticed.

“Really?” Hiccup rubbed his hands off on a rag, wiping away dark ash and oil.

You brushed aside all thoughts of Snotlout to ogle at Hiccup again, wondering what it would be like to press your lips to his, chapped and scratched from all his time up in the air. What all that smoke, wind and metal would taste like mixed with spit.

It was very indulgent. You were sure you’d given up on things like that a long time ago, between conversations about Astrid, girlfriends and shooting down dragons, though some fluttery nasty feeling in your stomach reared its head. You were absolutely sure there must have been something in the air to have your face heating up the way it did, and so you were determined not to stew on it as you had for so many nights before.

Hiccup hesitated, stuck in the space between words, brows furrowed as he stared you in the eyes. It was still, quiet for a moment before he spoke again, “I’ll get you some more.”

He opened his mouth again, then shut it, holding back and looking a little guilty for it.

You sighed, fingers twitching.

Hiccup looked down, nodding, leaning against the forge window, “So, are you free…?”

“Ah, no,” Your shoulders stiffened, already partially turned away as you began to take a few steps backwards. You were a bit surprised that he had asked, certain that he wouldn’t have missed your absence the past couple of days.

He seemed kind of bummed at that, and maybe a little confused, the corner of his mouth tilting wide, brows quirked as he turned back towards his desk.

“I have to go,” You said awkwardly, grimacing and rubbing the back of your neck, as you began to back out. You had someone waiting for you, after all.

“Yeah, sure, but-! Will you be-” Hiccup turned back around quickly “-free, soon? Wait-!”

��-Unless you’re trying to light it up with Zippleback gas, in which case- Fishlegs just published a study on that, see, it says that, on page thirty-four-” You gestured with your arms, standing in front the rest of your gang, slumped over a large set of crates in the fields.

“Gods, just shut up,” Snotlout groaned as you spent their attention enthusiastically.

Still somehow you got dragged into another chore with the Jorgenson. You were certain now that everyone thought you to be two of a kind, especially as you began to hang out more and more, which left you slightly unsettled but joyful yet still.

You had run into the twins along the way, but Tuffnut had been long since gone, and Ruffnut’s had followed soon after, though she had the mind when she was there to nod along occasionally and drop a snipe even as her eyes drifted, so as to at least give the impression that she was paying any sort of attention. Maybe that was why Fishlegs liked her so much.

You were just simply on a break between tasks as you waited for Johannes to get back to you with a list of things he needed doing. He’d even offered coins this time, which kept you from running off with Hookfang.

Snotlout was incapable of handling himself during any sort of long conversation or lecture, period. You didn’t mind, however; you were just eager for the opportunity to talk someone’s ear off, and you found that you didn’t feel bad for him at all.

Valhalla knew it had been a while.

“No,” You said, “Anyways, since- Have you taken a look at Bork’s notes recently? Honestly, even though they were edited, so they’re not reliable, of course, I still think the bit on N-...”

You trailed off in your quest to remind Snotlout why it had taken you so long to become friends in the first place as you felt a tap on your shoulder. You jumped, for a moment, turning to meet Hiccup in the eye.

“Anyways, I’ll tell you more about it tomorrow, but- Uh-hm… What was I going to say..?”

You wrinkled your nose as you turned, a bit disappointed to have been interrupted. The two of you hadn’t talked in a while so you were certain that whatever was coming next wouldn’t be so good.

“Can I go now?” You waved Snotlout off as he complained.

“I-” Hiccup started twitchily, before continuing on, “Are you free?”

“Not- not right now,” Hiccup shuffled nervously, at your look, before trying again, “But I’ll be free before the sun’s half down, if you have the time. Though I still have to-”

Snotlout seemed generally uninterested in what you were doing, head on his fist as his head bobbed, struggling not to fall back asleep.

“Damn,” You grumbled under your breath as you watched his shoulders slump then start as he blinked back to wakefulness.

Hiccup glared at Snotlout moodily, looking like one of Johannes’ sad hunting dogs.

You squinted at him, “Are you sure?”

“Yeah. I’m sure,” Hiccup said, scuffing his foot into the dirt as he began to shuffle away, “I’ll meet you later? By the Great Hall?”

You shrugged, “Maybe.”

You watched blankly as Hiccup disappeared around the bend and unsurely made your way back to Snotlout.

“Who took a dump in his boot?” Snotlout griped.

You didn’t deign him with an answer. You weren’t sure how.

You quickly stumbled up the steps to the Great Hall, boots half filled with dirt and a hefty stick lodged down the back of your shirt.

You had lost track of time quickly, easily falling into quick banter and working hard at the promise of coins to spend down at the docks. When you had finally finished and Johannes had finally had the mind to let you leave without any hassle, the sky had already begun to darken and you had realized with a start that you were very, very late.

The sky now was past dark, going from orange to blue and black as you finally made your way up to the top before you were able to bend over and heave, breaths coming quick and heavy as you finished your sprint across the island.

When you finally had enough air to stand back up, you looked around, eyes scanning across half dead half alive grass, listening to the squeaking and chirping of bugs as they came out to explore the night.

“Huh,” You said finally, after a moment. It was empty. You were all too familiar with Hiccup’s penchant for getting dragged away by some task or other, a quest from his father or a want of Gothi or Gobber’s.

Still, an amount of disappointment in yourself and the circumstance, as well as a small curl of guilt made itself known in your chest. You knew how it felt to be left waiting.

Against all odds, you tried not to let it consume you, though, sure that Hiccup had probably forgotten about it all anyways.

It had been a few days since you’d run up to an empty hall and you had hardly seen Hiccup around at all. If you didn’t know any better, you were sure you would have believed him to be avoiding you.

You were sure you would see him around soon, though you couldn’t help but to worry.

As such, you became quickly aware of a shadow fastly approaching from your left, as it grew bigger and hovered above you momentarily before continuing forwards, heavy wingbeats blowing against your hair.

When a quick glance back refused to bear any fruit, you turned your attention back to the bundle of Dragon Nip in your hand, dried and held together by a string which you hung above Snotlout as he shouted and grabbed for it.

You were kneeled over the large stone wall at the base of the hill on the way up the Chief’s hut, one hand clutching the wall as you bounced and dangled the string.

The usual Dragon Nip spots had been harvested to dirt, and Snotlout was too busy doing whatever he did on his lonesome to even search for seeds, not before it was too late.

“Hey!” Snotlout scowled as you stuck your tongue down at him, smiling benignly. You quite enjoyed looking down on him from above.

You had low stamina but, as you found, with how lazy he had been getting flying everywhere on Hookfang, it was enough for you to just barely run circles around him.

“Hey, Hooks! Give me a hand!”

Said dragon grumbled, laying behind him, head on his clawed wings, resting in the sun like a lazy, fat cat.

His eyes were closed, though occasionally he’d snort amusedly and flick his tail, paying vague attention. His gaze might have been just as raptly kept on the grass if you hadn’t raked your hands just under his jaw earlier, dropping a few blades into his open maw, Snotlout none the wiser. So, at the moment, it seemed as if he was just pleasantly out of it, taking in the cool morning breeze.

You heard a thump before the familiar gurgle of Toothless, as he landed just behind Snotlout, stepping and hopping lightly as he landed.

It was not soon after that that Hiccup dismounted, swinging his leg off Toothless and stumbling to his feet.

“Hiccup?” You asked, just as Snotlout let out his own annoyed exclamation.

“Urgh. Watch where you’re going!”

“Hey,” Hiccup said nasally, rubbing sticks and twigs out of his hair, before grumpily greeting Snotlout.

“Cool it, twinkle toes,” Snotlout didn’t fail to notice the bite in his tone, smearing and snarking back, “What do you want?

Hiccup glowered at him sourly.

You held back a laugh as you began your climb down the side of the top of the stone wall, Dragon Nip bundle still in hand.

You jerked back as a branch from one of the bushes to your side caught on the side of your tunic and scowled to yourself, putting the Nip under your armpit as you fumbled with the branch, trying your hardest to undo it.

“Fishlegs is on his way over,” Hiccup mumbled under his breath irascibly, as you trotted up to them.

Once free, you walked forward, noticing with glee how quickly Snotlout had turned his attention away from you, who was trying to move as quietly as possible.

“I didn’t catch that. Do you mind repeating it?” Snotlout jabbed smugly.

“Fishlegs is on his way over!” You shouted loudly, laughing again as he jumped away, hands over his ears, no doubt nursing sore drums before turning his scowl onto you.

You turned towards Hiccup. He looked, in part, ruffled, eyes wide, lips quirked downwards though you found him no less charming and no less saddening as you did before, especially, as you were suddenly reminded, after you had left him waiting at the Great hall.

You slumped slightly, brows cinching and lips turning down, about to mumble a sullen apology for the other day before you felt a heavy weight crash into your side.

Perhaps realizing you were now at his level, once you were turned away, Snotlout began to scramble for you.

You yelped as he grabbed for the bundle of Nip, shouting nonsensically and running around Hiccup, keeping close to his back and using him as a human shield.

“Give it to me!” Snotlout shouted, “You don’t even have a dragon!”

Hiccup stared at the two of you, brows furrowed disconcertingly the whole time, head swiveling in an effort to keep up, arms up in an effort to keep balance, nearly tripping over his own feet.

“No!” You scoffed, shouting back wheezily, knowing very well that if you didn’t give any to him, he’d have nothing for Hookfang for a good long while, “You snooze you lose.”

You startled as he feinted to Hiccup’s left, moving to his right. You ran the opposite direction, the two of you running circles around Hiccup.

“So what-” Hiccup panted, trying to keep up with you, who was already working up a sweat, trying to carry a bit-too-large basin in you arms, “What’s been going on between you and Snotlout?”

“What?” You shouted back, feet moving a bit too hurriedly for the load you kept wrapped in your arms.

Your eyes trained on the top of the hill as it grew nearer, legs working furiously to meet your goal.

“You and- Snotlout-?”Hiccup asked, prosthetic giving him slight trouble as you stumble-ran across a large incline, little red with plants, grass, rocks, roots and budding bushes on the other side of the large bridge leading out from the village.

“What?” You asked back distractedly, again, “I can’t hear-Whatever you’re asking, the answer is probably ‘no!’”

“Really? Because I really, really-”

You blocked him out slightly, though not on purpose, the effort you were already expending on working your legs and on keeping a bare grip on the smooth wood basin with sweaty palms making it difficult to pay attention.

You weren’t sure when Hiccup began tagging along, probably once you bridged the gap between the forest and, well, bridge. In all fairness, you were a bit too preoccupied to be sure.

You took a moment’s rest as you finally reached the top, surface plateauing and settling into a flat, open-ish only barely tree-ed plain. You walked past a set of trees into the grass, stopping by a shallow ditch filled with plants and bordered by roots.

Then, with a pitiful whine, you realized that you’d come the wrong way.

You heard there was a new outcropping of Dragon Nip on the other side of the island. You needed to get there before anyone else could harvest the spot dry, and before Snotlout could hear anything of it, so you rushed immediately to compensate. You hurried it up tenfold after the twins began putting in their own requests. So it wasn’t just you and Hookfang on the line.

You should have just told them to stick it. You grit your teeth with the realization, set now in your motivation to grab everything and not give them a bit. You’d sell it instead.

You turned, then, from the middle of the clearing, the head of your foot caught on a rock, causing you to stumble forward, into Hiccup.

“Son of a-”

The two of you grappled with the basin and with each other in an effort not to tumble, which ultimately ended in you losing your grip on it, sore and strained fingers twitching erratically as blood once again rushed through them.

You tried to go after the basin as he grasped your arm in a panic in an effort to keep steady, causing the two of you to fall, made all the worse by the subtle dip in the earth.

You hit your elbow as you fell, the world blurry and confusing until you came to a quick and dizzying stop, as if you’d been flipped.

It was a struggle, but you landed forwards, with your hands on both sides of Hiccup’s head.

Sun filtered through the leaves, light landing gently on his face, framing one cheekbone and the other eye, lightly caressing the sides of your face, covering you like a soft, thin, weighted blanket.

In the short moment you took to glance down at him, he was mid-blink. His brows were up high, and the set of his mouth and jaw were lax.

He looked stunned, most probably because of the weighty pressure of your torso against his gut and one knee pressed between his, the other on the outside of him, though you didn’t have much to take notice or to marvel, which was in part by design.

Why would you, when you knew for sure that this boy was one who wouldn’t marvel back?

Moments passed by in a hurry, a rush that should not have allowed you to even register a moment. The kind of rush of experiences and memories made to meshed and flow like a stone tumbling along a river, ephemeral and summed up by the emotions you felt in that exact instant.

Of course, you realized that had you slowed down you might have imagined a world where this would have seemed, to you, to be a magical moment. Perhaps there was something special about it, though you didn’t have much of a mind to care for anything besides the nip and the awful soft -but brief- look in the eyes of the boy below you. It really was quite the beautiful day out.

“Come on, come on,” You startled, pushing off the ground and rolling over him, ignoring his soft grunt, rushing and scrambling for a hold against the hill, grabbing for grass as you scrambled out of the ditch, running after your basin as it cracked against stone and rolled all the way down the hill and back towards the cliffs.

As you ran off, half rolling again down the hill back into the forest, you left Hiccup, turned over on his side with furrowed brows.

He pulled his hand, reaching to grab after you, back towards his middle, confused and startled tilt to his lips as he watched you go.

#how to train your dragon #httyd #x reader #fanfiction #hiccup haddock #hiccup x reader #httyd imagine #toothless #fem reader #female reader #snotlout jorgenson #ruffnut thorston #tuffnut thorston

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shadowdaddies · 1 year ago

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Hi! Idk if you still take request or not. If not just ignore me. Anyway, can I request a poly fic with Nessian x shy reader please?

Hi! Yes I'm accepting requests, thank you for sending this one in💜

A/N: this is shy reader but also introverted reader, featuring bestie Az because I know he'd understand too💅

As Long as I Have You

poly!Nessian x Reader

warnings: Keir🤢

Inhaling a shaky breath, you smoothed out the skirts of your dress and inspected yourself in the mirror. The deep cut, midnight black dress shimmered in the faelight - a beautiful gown indeed, but a far cry from your typical style. No, this was the style of the Hewn City.

You had yet to venture to the Court of Nightmares - your soft, quiet nature at odds with the cruelty of that place. Your mates understood your aversion to the harsh side of the Night Court - in fact, it was one of the things they loved most about you. Nesta loved the quiet nights reading at home with you, while Cassian adored how you clung to his side for comfort at social events. They were incredibly protective over you, so while you felt comforted that they would not let anything bad happen to you at this Court of Nightmares ball, you were still extremely nervous.

Nesta appeared behind you, admiring your reflection in the mirror as she wrapped her arms around your waist, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “You look beautiful, love.” You blushed at her praise, watching how she smiled at your reaction to her words, gaze turning hungry as the faint scent of arousal traced through the air.

A deep laugh sounded from the doorway, Cassian leaning against the frame as he watched the two of you, a smirk playing on his lips as his eyes drank in sight of you and Nesta together. “As much as I would love to stay and see what happens next, we are due in court.” His eyes turned soft as he looked at you, giving an encouraging smile. “We’ll be with you the whole time, sweetheart.”

You took his arm, Nesta on his other as the three of you made your way towards the ballroom. The hallways of graphic artworks and beastly sculptures only heightened your nerves, your grip on Cassian’s arm tightening. He looked down at you sympathetically. “You don’t have to go, angel. I can make an excuse to Rhys and Feyre if you want to go back to the room.” You shook your head. “I’m fine. It’s just the nerves, I don’t know how I will get along with these people.” Cassian barked out a laugh at that. “Sweetheart, you are too good to get along with these people. Just be yourself - you don’t owe it to anyone to impress them. We’re with you, and we love you,” he murmured, leaning down to press a kiss to your temple.

Nesta reached a hand around Cassian to squeeze your arm, and you were flooded with feelings of comfort. Arriving at the doors to the ballroom, they were pushed open to reveal a grand dance floor - pillars carved with night-blooming flowers lined the walls, completely carved in reflective obsidian stone. It was frighteningly beautiful.

You felt a presence to your right, a shock of nerves as you prepared yourself for the first smalltalk of the evening. To your relief, it was Azriel who stood at your side. Giving you a soft smile, he murmured lowly so that no one else could hear, “if you get tired of those two dragging you around to meet everyone, you can come stand with me for some peace and quiet. Most people here know to steer clear of me.” You laughed softly, murmuring a “thank you” back to him. With that, Azriel gave you a wink, fading into the shadows and leaving you back with your mates - who were now leading you towards the tables of food.

Taking a glass of faewine, you turned to observe the sea of people surrounding you when a male with blonde hair approached you. His eyes raked over your form shamelessly as he purred, “hello, there. I don’t believe I have seen you here before.” You smiled, nerves overwhelming as you fumbled for words. You hadn’t expected anyone to be so forward. Blushing, you responded, “Oh- I, um... I haven’t been here before. Just here for the ball.” He flashed a smile that had you feeling queasy, when a familiar hand wrapped around your waist.

Nesta pulled you close to her. “Yes, Keir. She’s here for the ball. With her mates.” Your eyes widened as you realized who you were speaking to, only feeling comforted when you felt Cassian’s presence towering over you, Keir forced to look up into the Illyrian’s eyes. You had to admit the steward had nerve, sneering up at your mate before looking to you. “Pity. I would have expected you to keep better company than the Illyrian brute.” Your eyes widened, rage filling you as you prepared to lash out at Keir for insulting your mate.

Nesta beat you to it, looking down her nose at Keir as she asked in a condescending tone, “and I suppose a weasel like you would be what you deign as ‘better’?” She gave him no time to answer before scoffing and pulling you away. “I’m sorry you had to deal with him. Just our luck that he would be the first person you meet tonight.” With a nervous laugh, you shyly admitted your discomfort. “I think I might have had my fill of meeting members of the Court of Nightmares for this evening. I’d rather enjoy the rest of the night with the two of you.”

Cassian pulled you in close, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “Of course, sweetheart.” With a smile, Nesta glanced towards the dance floor and back to you. “One dance?” she asked with hopeful eyes. You nodded, eager to show off your mate. She took your hand, dragging you enthusiastically to the floor where you danced until you were exhausted, handing Nesta off to Cassian as they continued dancing.

You leaned against the cool obsidian walls, Azriel appearing in the shadows next to you with a drink in hand. “Here,” he said, handing it to you as he watched over the crowd. You thanked him, eagerly hydrating as you quietly observed the event with him. “You alright?” Az asked after awhile, cocking an eyebrow as he seemed to assess your state. You nodded. “I’m good. I love having mates who push me to meet new people, and go to events...” Azriel smirked. “Just not events like this one.” You laughed softly. “Exactly.”

It was then that Nesta and Cassian joined you, Nesta pulling you in for a hug as you rested your head on her shoulder. “What do you say we get out of here?” she murmured against your hair. You nodded, bidding Az goodbye as you exited the ballroom with your two mates.

Once you were away from the prying eyes of courtiers, Cassian swept you into his arms, kissing down your neck before he pulled away. He and Nesta exchanged a glance as they each took one of your hands in theirs. “Nes, I think our girl had enough of being social for awhile, don’t you think?” Nesta hummed, her soft hand stroking yours as she pretended to ponder Cassian’s question. “I do. I think a few days in bed aught to make up for it,” she whispered, leaning in as her teeth tugged on your earlobe.

Cassian didn’t hesitate to throw you over his shoulder at that, and you giggled, thinking you could handle another visit to the Court of Nightmares as long as you had your perfect mates there with you.

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hornytome · 12 days ago

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Quick update + larger context for this blog

Heyyyy :-) Just wanted to update the folks on here and let you all know I’m doing very well. Edith and I are still together, in love, and she’s making Pinterest boards titled “💍👰‍♀️👰‍♀️”

This tumblr has been a loose documentation of our relationship, one I will likely export a copy of and save for myself to look back on when I’m older. This blog has documented essentially before, when I met her, and to now. Though perhaps not obvious to you, this blog has shown our ups, our downs, and reflected important moments of my life.

The guy featured in some of my stories is still around too :) For background, his presence over the past almost 2 years of our life has been a large narrative point in our relationship. It was kind of a meteor to our relationship. We literally referred to it as “The [His Name] Situation” for a long time. He went from background character to a very important person in our lives. We struggled with exactly what we wanted sexually, our dynamic, our routine, before this whole thing happened.

I identified as stone butch prior, not out of truthfulness to my identity, but as a pleasant alternative to addressing my gender dysphoria. Being someone that was a somewhat fem aligned NB felt wrong. But, when we met him and the feelings hit (and I mean HIT, like whacked us upside the head, dropped us and we hit every single fucking branch on the way down), I was forced to reckon with the fact that I didn’t want to be fucked like a woman.

Interestingly, after realizing I was transmasc, I swung VERY hard masc, my dysphoria was worse than ever. I started wearing a binder every day (which I still do), and feeling incredibly upset and disconnected from my genitals. I was questioning whether I might have been a trans man.

DISCLAIMER: I will not tolerate any rhetoric about detrans stuff. I am not making any statement on it. This was my personal journey and reflects only what I have experienced.

I learned that I was, in fact, okay with penetration as long as the person penetrating me didn’t see me as a woman. And he didn’t. He was utterly respectful and conscious of dysphoria. He affirmed my gender very much. He was even hesitant to touch my chest until I gave verbal consent. I’ve finally relaxed and fallen somewhere in the middle, leaning towards masc. I’ve very happy with how I feel now.

I’m endlessly pleased with how the situation has ended. We get to be close with him, without awkwardness. The relationship is meaningful and important to all of us, I think. It’s good. We’re happy, and our relationship is thriving.

I’ll probably still occasionally post on this blog, but I’m still always lurking. :-)

P.S. Edith says hello

#bi ns/fw #bisexual ns/fw #bisexual nsft #bi nsft #bi #bisexual #nonmonogamy #non monogomous #trans masc #transmaculine #transmasc nsft #transmasc #trans nsft #transmasculine #trans

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jaehyunspeachparty · 2 months ago

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Hi, I don’t know if anyone remembers my story. Lately, I’ve been thinking about it a lot and wrote my thoughts down. That’s why I wrote something down and somehow it got longer and longer. Maybe some want to read it. I hope you’re all doing well ❤ ____________________________________________________________

Chuseok with the Jung's (a sight into the future) “Miga Jung has once again been nominated for Best Actress,” blared the TV. “I don’t think she’ll win it again this year,” said one of the hosts. “Do you think so?” came the immediate counter-question. “Lately, she’s been giving off more influencer vibes. I can’t take her seriously as an actress anymore.” Miga sighed and finally looked up at the TV. She had been sorting gifts for her family and just wanted something on in the background. But suddenly, the TV turned off, and she heard the remote control drop onto the cold stone surface of the kitchen counter. “Silence is nice too,” she heard her boyfriend's voice as she felt his soft lips on her shoulders. “He’s kind of right,” she sighed, turning around. Hyunjin stood in front of her, gazing at her with his dark eyes. He was about to disagree, but then the doorbell rang. Miga gave him a quick kiss before pulling away to open the door. “Hi, Gomo!” A little girl stood on the doorstep. Miga beamed as she saw her young niece. She was incredibly proud of her and often had her over. “Hello, Naomi, you look so pretty today.” The little girl began to giggle. “I’ve got everything.” By now, Hyunjin had packed all the gifts and the pre-cooked food. Sunoh and Chichi stood behind their eldest daughter, also ready to go. The special thing was that Chichi had just given birth to another daughter, named Rei, only three weeks ago. Rei was snugly wrapped in a cloth against her mother. Together, they were heading to their parents’ house to celebrate Chuseok. “No rush, Kiwoo and Dad haven’t even left yet,” said Sunoh, noticing his best friend looked a bit nervous. “I don’t think Hyunjin is worried about the time,” Miga winked at her boyfriend and lifted Naomi into her arms. “Are you still scared of Dad?” Sunoh laughed, and together they made their way to the elevator. Since they all lived in the same building, it was easier to leave together. “Scared is an understatement.” Hyunjin raised his eyebrows but stayed quiet. “Dad only has a problem with the fact that, according to the company, we’re not supposed to be together. I’m sure he respects you as a person,” Miga said as the elevator arrived and the family stepped in. “I’m not so sure,” Hyunjin said quietly, but no one heard him.

Kiwoo bent over the girl and kissed her. His hands were all over her body. "I like your underwear," he breathed while removing them. "This is my Chuseok gift for you," she breathed, showing off the red bra she bought especially for him. But Kiwoo stopped and looked at the girl with wide eyes. "What?" she asked with an uncertain laugh. "Whats the time?" he asked horrified and broke away from the girl. She looked a little hurt and pulled her dress back up. "11am", she said hesitantly and looked at him. He put his shirt back on and tried to fix himself up as best as he could, making sure nothing was noticeable. He glanced at his phone and saw all the missed calls from his father. “Shit, I’m in trouble,” he cursed. It was a habit he needed to break—his manager was always on him about cursing too much. “Kiwoo,” he suddenly heard, and the voice didn’t sound friendly. He squinted his eyes and slowly turned around. “Where were you?” Jaehyun stood in front of him, looking at his son. “Uh… I was still training. Sorry, Dad. I lost track of time.” Kiwoo lowered his head and looked at the ground, guilt evident in his posture. Jaehyun wasn’t entirely convinced. His son often had trouble on his mind, but at the same time, he was incredibly charismatic. He’d caused plenty of trouble, but even the top boss at SM always forgave him. “Do you have anything else with you?” Jaehyun asked, noticing Kiwoo was only wearing sweaty workout clothes. “I… can’t this work?” Kiwoo knew exactly how charismatic he was, and he smiled with a wink. But that didn’t always work with his father. “You know your mother expects you to dress properly,” Jaehyun crossed his arms. He was a bit annoyed with his son. “Yeah, yeah, I’ve got something with me.” “Hurry up. Your siblings are already on their way,” Jaehyun sighed and shook his head. They were definitely going to be the last to arrive.

Geon sat at the table, continuing to study, while you prepared the food for the day. Your son had been studying diligently for weeks, deeply buried in his books. His beautiful hair had been shaved off since he had been in the military. But since then, he had changed and withdrawn more and more. You hoped that the holidays would help him relax a bit again. Something had happened to Geon in the military, and you didn’t like it at all. “Here, some vitamins.” You set a plate of sliced fruit in front of him and gently stroked his shoulder. But in that moment, Geon flinched briefly, until he realized it was only his mother standing next to him. “Thanks, Mum,” he said, adjusting his glasses. In that moment, you felt tears welling up. Something was going on inside your son, but you couldn’t help him. He was so different from your other children. Geon had always been introverted. His twin brother, Kiwoo, was more prone to trouble, and ever since certain hormones started surging through his body, you had to keep an eye on him so he wouldn’t constantly end up in some girl’s pants. A few times, he received a “gift” from a father or you had to bail him out of tricky situations.

As you continued cooking for the next few minutes, Geon kept studying, but soon you heard the door open. “Go on ahead to Grandma,” you heard Sunoh’s voice, and it still sent chills down your spine when you heard the word "Grandma." “Grandma!” You suddenly saw a black-haired figure slowly making their way into the kitchen. “Naomi, it’s so nice to see you!” You hugged your granddaughter and gave her a kiss on the forehead. You never thought you and Jaehyun would become grandparents so soon, but Sunoh and Chichi were quick. “Mum!” Miga entered with Hyunjin following shyly behind her. You hugged your daughter. Even though you saw each other regularly, it was always nice to see her. Over time, you had developed a really beautiful, friendly relationship, and you were thankful for that every day. You also really liked her boyfriend—you thought he was perfect for her, even if Jaehyun didn’t agree. But after what you learned about Jaemin (which Jaehyun didn’t know), you were glad she had someone kind and caring by her side. “Hyunjin, it’s great to have you here.” You hugged him and noticed the relief in his face that at least one of his girlfriend’s parents accepted him. “Thank you for letting me join the celebration.” He bowed politely, but you gently straightened him up. “You’re part of the family here. We’re happy to have you. Take a seat.” You smiled, and somehow, having everyone back in the house made you feel happy. The house had lost a bit of its liveliness since all the kids moved out. “Oh my God, who’s that coming?” You didn’t even get the chance to greet Chichi and Sunoh properly before you were already taking little Rei out of their hands. “Ahhhh, she smells so good,” you said, pressing the newborn girl to you. It was so nice to have a baby in your arms again. “Yeah, Mum, we’re here too,” Sunoh said, rolling his eyes with a smile. “Sorry, ever since you’ve been bringing such sweet babies, I can’t help it.” You kissed little Rei on the forehead. By now, Miga was already by her younger brother Geon, hugging him. “I miss your hair,” Miga said, gently stroking her little brother’s head. Sunoh crossed his arms and looked a bit concerned at Geon. “Basic training is over. Can’t you let your hair grow out?” “Yeah… no… not for me…” Geon couldn’t bring himself to meet his brother’s eyes. Sunoh had already been through the military; he had some idea of what was going on. “You should stop working out so much. What’s going on with your arms?” You pinched your son’s bicep. You knew he liked working out, but he had gained a lot of muscle mass by now. “Mum…” Somehow, they all reverted back to being little kids, shyly rolling their eyes. You kind of liked that. You turned to Chichi, still holding little Rei in your arms. “Is he taking good care of you? You’ve just had a baby. You need to sit down.” Chichi was still like a daughter to you; that had never changed. And now that she was officially part of the family, you felt even more connected to her. “Yes, he takes care of me and he is training during his breaks at the studio. And Sunoh spoils me. I get plenty of rest, and Miga helps a lot with Naomi,” Chichi said with her usual gentle and empathetic smile. “I’m relieved that you all live in the same building. Kiwoo will probably stay in the dorms longer, but Geon, maybe we’ll look for an apartment for you nearby when you start university. It’s too far from the house.” “Oh yes, that would be great.” Miga hugged Geon, who flinched again. Sunoh looked at you with concern, and you realized that it wasn’t just you who was worried anymore.

An hour later, the last two men finally arrived. “The King is here,” Kiwoo announced as he strutted confidently and cheekily into the room, as usual. “If the King was ever on time, we’d have been here much earlier,” Jaehyun said, following him in and giving you a kiss as a greeting. He then greeted everyone else, but gave Hyunjin only a cold handshake. Miga’s boyfriend immediately felt uneasy again. Sunoh quickly noticed the tension and stepped in. “Mum, is it alright if we head to the living room, or do you need any help?” “All good. Make yourselves comfortable, and I’ll call if I need anything.” You handed Rei back to her parents and headed to the kitchen with Jaehyun, while the kids and their partners disappeared into the living room. “Wow, Dad still isn’t warming up to you,” Kiwoo said, patting Hyunjin on the shoulder. Miga looked anxiously at her boyfriend and took his hand. “He has to accept it,” Sunoh muttered, shaking his head. He couldn’t understand his father’s attitude in this matter at all. The group settled down. Sunoh got out the toys for Naomi while Chichi nursed Rei. Miga lay with Hyunjin on the couch, and the twins made themselves comfortable beside each other. “We’re far too rarely together like this,” Geon said with a sigh. Something was up with him; everyone could feel it. He had changed—the breakup before the military and then the military itself had taken a toll.

The afternoon was spent relaxing as everyone enjoyed their family time. Meanwhile, you had been busy cooking the entire meal and were happy to do so. “Hyunjin...” Jaehyun hadn’t said much that evening, so everyone was surprised when he suddenly addressed Miga’s boyfriend. “Yes...” Hyunjin replied quietly. “You’ve learned a lot from me, haven’t you?” Jaehyun asked, still not looking directly at him. “Yes...” Hyunjin said cautiously. Miga looked at you in panic, but you weren’t sure where your husband was going with this. “I’ve given you everything. Showed you everything. And in return, you break the rules?” Jaehyun finally looked Hyunjin directly in the eyes, making him freeze in place. “Come on, who cares?” Sunoh interjected, putting down his utensils. “The company forbade it,” Jaehyun hissed. “Dad, you know that’s bullshit,” Sunoh said, crossing his arms. “Sunoh, this is also about the reputation of our family.” “If our relationship is exposed, it’ll only affect Hyunjin. Dad, he’s the one taking the biggest risk in our relationship.” Miga reluctantly stood up to her father, but for her, this was a line she wouldn’t let him cross. Silence fell over the table; no one said a word. “How long has this been going on between you two?” Jaehyun asked, looking directly at Hyunjin. Hyunjin hesitated, unsure, and glanced at Miga, but he had to face the truth. “Since Sunoh moved into the apartment.” It was during the housewarming party, after Miga and Hyunjin’s official breakup (as mandated by SM), that they had rekindled their relationship. Jaehyun suddenly stood up, knocking over his chair in the process. This startled Geon so much that his heart rate spiked. He mumbled something to himself and jumped up, his eyes vacant as if he wasn’t really there anymore. Geon bolted out of the room, and Kiwoo quickly followed. “Jaehyun, that’s enough.” You stood up and tried to calm your husband. You hadn’t seen him this upset in a long time. “You knew, didn’t you?” He looked at you, disappointment written all over his face. “I think I should leave,” Hyunjin said, standing up. Jaehyun didn’t even look at him, seeming almost pleased that Hyunjin was about to go. But Miga followed her boyfriend. “Jaehyun, what are you doing?” You walked up to him, unable to comprehend what had gotten into your husband. “I just hate it when someone comes into our home without respect.” Jaehyun remained stubborn, still seething. “Hyunjin is very respectful. Oh my god, Jaehyun, you constantly had to break rules in our relationship back in the day.” You tried to remind him of their own past, hoping to bring him back to his senses. “Dad, do you remember when Hyunjin and Miga had to break up?” It had been a dark time for the family. When the two had been forced to separate, Miga’s world collapsed. She stopped going out, refused to eat, and eventually ended up hospitalized due to her emotional and physical collapse. “I don’t know why the company is so strict about Miga and Hyunjin. Maybe it’s because there are a few creeps in there, but you know that’s not normal.” Sunoh tried to talk sense into his father, and to your surprise, it seemed to be working. Jaehyun’s pulse slowed, and he began to realize what he was doing. “I... I...” Jaehyun couldn’t think clearly anymore. He left the conversation and retreated to his office.

“I’ll go. I don’t want to ruin your holiday,” Hyunjin said, grabbing his bag and placing it on the bed. “If you go, I’ll go too,” Miga said, standing beside him and looking at him firmly. Hyunjin knew she would say that. He turned to her and gently took hold of her forearms. “Hyunjin... I want to be with you.” Tears welled up in Miga’s eyes. If there was one thing Miga could do, it was love passionately. If anyone thought she had given a lot in her relationship with Jaemin, they hadn’t seen her with Hyunjin. She would fight for his love every second of the day. Their relationship was far from easy, but she loved him so much she couldn’t imagine her life without him anymore. “Miga...” he said softly, taking her face in his hands and resting his forehead against hers. He couldn’t explain how deeply he felt for her. With this relationship, he was risking everything—his idol career, his entire existence. Just then, the door opened, and Sunoh walked in. He saw the bag on the bed and looked shocked at his best friend. “You’re not leaving,” he said, startled. Hyunjin turned back to his bag. “I think it’s for the best…” “Miga, can you go check on Chichi? She’s alone with Naomi and Rei right now.” Sunoh knew Miga would understand; after all, Sunoh and Hyunjin had been best friends for years. "Dad is an idiot, but don't leave." Sunoh looked at him seriously, trying to reassure him. "I can't lose Miga again. I'm constantly afraid of messing everything up. My career, the money—it doesn't matter to me. But I don't want to give up on Miga." Hyunjin turned back to his bag, continuing to pack. Sunoh wasn't going to let this slide. He walked to the other side of the bed and sat down. "Hyunjin, tell me what really happened. We've known each other for so long." Sunoh's expression softened with concern. Hyunjin felt ashamed of the story, only Miga knew the full truth. But now it was time to let his best friend in. He pushed the bag aside and sat on the bed, taking a deep breath. "I grew up really poor. My mother and little sister died in a car accident. My father still blames me for it. I got into trouble at school that day, and she had to pick me up. Afterward, he started drinking, and he lost his job. To help us survive, I started working at a small fish restaurant, where I got discovered and started with the idol training. My dad borrowed money from the company. I was too young to understand what was happening. Now, I have to pay off all that debt. When the company found out about me and Miga, they threatened to fire me and demanded I pay everything back immediately. Miga couldn’t handle the pressure, so we broke up… That’s the short version." Hyunjin took a moment, the weight of his words settling between them. "Shit, man! That's rough." Sunoh nodded, finally piecing things together. Everything made sense now. "So far, only Miga knows. We even visited my father together once. She’d never want to cause me more trouble with my debt. That’s why we've always kept our relationship a secret." "You’re not going through this alone," Sunoh promised, placing a hand on his friend's shoulder. "Thanks, but I have to handle this myself." Hyunjin sighed, straightening up again. "Just stay another night, okay? See how things go. Do it for Miga. This weekend means a lot to her." Sunoh looked at him seriously, and after a moment, Hyunjin nodded without saying anything.

Later that evening, Miga and Hyunjin sat together in the garden by the natural pool, gazing at the water. Miga was relieved Hyunjin had decided to stay, even though she sensed the strange tension. Suddenly, Jaehyun appeared behind them, standing over Miga with a serious look. "Can I talk to Hyunjin for a moment?" Miga wasn't sure if that was a good idea. Hyunjin shot her a panicked glance. "Don’t worry, I just want to talk," Jaehyun said calmly. Miga hesitated but then stood up, giving Hyunjin a reassuring look before walking away. Hyunjin watched as her father sat down beside him, unsure of what was to come. "It wasn’t right of me to confront you like that at the table," Jaehyun said, his eyes fixed on the shimmering water. The garden lights reflected off the surface, casting a soft glow. "I've always seen so much potential in you, from the very beginning. You didn’t have much experience, but you had a lot of talent..." Jaehyun shifted his gaze to his fingers, clearly struggling with the admission. A confession like this required a lot of humility. "When you became the main dancer, I was proud. Finally, people could see what I had seen all along—the talent you had. You’ve developed more than anyone else, and you had the most ambition. I always admired that." Jaehyun placed his hands on the grass and leaned his head back. Hyunjin was caught off guard by Jaehyun’s words. He never thought Jaehyun saw him in such a positive light. "I quickly noticed how you looked at my daughter. How you couldn’t take your eyes off her..." Jaehyun paused. "If I can see something in you, why wouldn’t my daughter see the same?" He sat up straighter, turning to face Hyunjin. "I’m scared that Miga will go through the pain her mother went through. You’re part of one of the most successful groups of this generation. You’re one of the most handsome idols out there. I won’t even start with the fans, but trainees and even idols will do anything to be close to you. Miga loves you. She loves deeply, and just the thought of you breaking her heart makes me lose control." "I won’t break her heart... I love her more than anything," Hyunjin said, looking at Jaehyun with his dark, earnest eyes. "Right now, I’m the one breaking her heart." Jaehyun sighed as he stood up, adjusting his clothes. "I won’t say anything. You’re welcome here, but if you break her heart, I’ll become your biggest problem." He gave Hyunjin a pointed look. Hyunjin nodded in understanding. "Thank you," Hyunjin said quietly, and Jaehyun nodded before walking back to the house. Hyunjin watched him enter, where he saw you greet Jaehyun with a warm hug. Miga had already returned by that point and sat down beside Hyunjin, clearly worried. "And? How did it go?" She bit her lower lip and took a deep breath. Hyunjin looked at her, still in disbelief at how fortunate he was. Jaehyun’s biggest fear was that Hyunjin would ever show interest in another girl, but Hyunjin couldn’t even imagine that. Ever since he had met Miga, she was the only one on his mind. To him, she was the most beautiful person he had ever seen. "It went well. I understand your father’s concerns now," Hyunjin said with a soft smile. "Really?" Miga seemed genuinely surprised. "Your father used to be an idol, and he knows the risks. Your parents had their struggles, and he just doesn’t want you to go through the same thing." Hyunjin pulled Miga closer to him, resting her head against his chest. "You’re the only one who can make me happy," she whispered, placing her hand over his heart. Hyunjin was relieved to hear those words. For so long, he had felt like he was competing with Jaemin, but in the end, he had won Miga’s heart, and he never wanted to lose it.

#daddy jaehyun #jaehyun #nct 127 #jaehyun scenarios

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dracowars · 2 years ago

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Hello fellow hufflepuff! I absolutely adore your writing and wanted to share that you are so incredibly talented and I would be honored if you would read/write this request! So I was thinking about an angst fic with Draco where he is hit with the imperious curse and forced to harm the reader and after he is snapped out of it he feels a lot of regret and guilt but the reader is quick to forgive him and is understanding that he was not in control and it has a supper fluffy ending??

Thank you so much for taking the time to read this request! I apologize if I made any mistakes or did this incorrectly, as this is my first time making a request on this app haha but thank you again for sharing your creativity and kindness :)

Hope you have a wonderful rest of your day!

i need you | draco malfoy

pairing: draco x reader

word count: 1,3k

summary: where draco is imperiused and hurts y/n

a/n: thank you so much for your nice words, it made me smile!! hopefully you will enjoy what i came up with, thank you for requesting <3

warnings: angst, violence, torture, use of unforgivable curse(s)

universe: harry potter

“Y/N, run!”, Draco yells at you as he halts while you keep running for a few more meters, away from your pursuers, before you have actually processed his words in your mind. “Go on, I will stop them!”

His words are cut off by a loud bang as pieces break out of the stone wall next to you and fall to the ground closely behind you, shattering into smaller pieces. The ground beneath your feet vibrates so violently that it almost knocks you to the ground as well., but you are able to steady yourself in the last second. Pure chaos is everywhere around you, screams ring out to your left and right and Hogwarts is on fire. A terrible war is waging around you, and you find yourself right in the middle of it.

“I’m not going without you, Draco!”, you yell back at him, out of breath so that every breath hitting your lungs painfully hurts. It was your task to complete together, and you definitely won’t do it without him and leave him behind, even if he is trying to play the hero right now.

Hastily, Draco looks around to all his sides, your pursuers nowhere to be seen, before he quickly comes rushing towards you, gripping your hands in his own tightly, your wands crossing between them. Draco has never looked at you the way he is looking at you right now and deep inside of you, it scares you.

“Listen to me, darling. You have to go on without me so I can stop them, okay?”, he softly talks to you, trying to encourage you, and looks deeply into your glistening eyes, shutting down the world around you. For a moment, there is only the two of you. “You are the only one who knows where the horcrux is. Please, Y/N. You have to let me do this.”

While saying this, his hands apply gentle pressure to yours again, his way to show you that it is fine to go on alone, and to hopefully save the fate of all of you. Just as you part your lips to reluctantly agree to his words, Draco lets out a cry of pain and stumbles a step forward, so close you can feel his breath and you have to support him to stand upright, the impact that hit his body too strong.

He was shot in the back, from behind.

From none other than, as you realize once you hear a horrible laugh shortly afterwards, his former best friend.

Gregory Goyle stands not far from you, his wand still pointed directly at the two of you, a creepy glint in his eyes as he takes a few slow and menacing steps towards you. A smile pulls at the corners of his mouth as he notices the panic rising inside of you as you realize that Draco hasn’t moved a single bit.

“What have you done?!”, you scream at him angrily, still holding Draco up as best you can, but Goyle doesn’t even have to answer you as he raises his wand and Draco follows suit. Draco, now with a blank expression on his face, straightens to his full height in front of you, causing you to take a step back, startled.

“A house elf tweeted me that you are the only person who knows where one of the last horcruxes is hidden, Y/N”, Goyle grins victoriously as Draco now points his own wand at you as well. Agitated and straight up terrified, you keep glancing back and forth between him and Goyle, feeling like you are trapped with no way out. It is only when Goyle magically commands Draco to attack you that you realize what spell he must have cast upon him.

Draco is completely under his control with the Imperius Curse, one of the three unforgivable curses, and Goyle can now do everything with him as he pleases. This includes attacking you with a variety of attacks in hopes of injuring you, hurting you. Or to at least drive you to the point of utter desperation that you have to tell him where to find Ravenclaw’s diadem.

“Draco! It’s me, Y/N!”, you somehow try to get through to him as you dodge another of his attacks that is missing you by only an inch. However, he shows no reaction to your words at all. He turned into an empty shell without a soul.

“You have to fight against it, do you hear me?!”, you desperately yell and now attack him yourself for the first time, which you tried to avoid as best you can until now because you just don’t want to hurt him under any circumstances. Your Draco is still in there somewhere, you know it. He just has to fight his way back to the surface and take full control again. How he does this, however, is a different question. A question you have pondered for too long, and that is why it is your own fault when you are suddenly hit with another of the unforgivable curses. You feel that you still have full control over your body, but it is now being tortured to the worst degree. Intense, unbearable physical pain descends on you, completely overtaking your mind and senses.

“Where is the horcrux?” Goyle asks you, kneeling next to you since you fell to the ground due to the loss of control, Draco closely standing behind him, still casting the curse on you with his wand. “Tell me and I will put an end to your suffering.”

If you didn’t have to endure such pain, you would have spit in his face at that very moment. Or expressed your resentment towards him in any other possible way. And even though he has the power in his hands to literally kill you right here and now – after all, he hasn’t used the third unforgivable curse yet – you look over at Draco and try your luck one last time.

“Draco, I beg you. Snap out of it”, you sob, unable to hold back your tears, the pain too much for your body to handle. “I need your help. I need you!”

What you didn’t expect, however, is that Goyle flies against the next wall in a high arc and the pain stops at the exact same moment. Trembling, you try to support yourself from the ground and suddenly, you are embraced by warm arms that are trying to help you stand up but failing.

“I-I’m so sorry, Y/N. I didn’t- I couldn’t-”, Draco starts stuttering, but stops himself because he can’t even find the right words to describe what he just did to you, a tear running down his cheek as he takes a look at you. His torso is bent over yours in an attempt to pick you up, but neither of you have the strength to actually get up from the ground. Tenderly, you put your shaky hand on the back of his head and gently run it through his soft hair, closing your eyes at the feeling of warmth that emanates from him. Draco, welcoming that warmth as well, almost falls apart under your loving touch, too scarred by what he has done.

“It is not your fault, love”, you whisper to him, pulling him closer into what is now a real hug, as if your life would depend on it. “None of this is your fault. You are innocent, okay? Nobody can harm you anymore now. I’m here, Draco. I’m fine, I’m here.”

Your words of affirmation seem to get through to him, his sobs against your throat slowing down, but you can tell from the way his body moves that he is still incredibly scared. Unbelievable fear that he could do it again, that he could hurt you again, against his will, runs through his veins and turns him into a trembling mess.

“I won’t let them do that to you again, my love. Do you hear me?”, you continue talking to him under your breath, planting a kiss on his cheek before you run your hand down his back soothingly. “It’s alright. I’m fine. We are fine.”

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mondaymelon · 2 years ago

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kazuha's letter ˖◛⁺ ⑅ ♡

(kazuha x gn!reader)

Dearest,

I find myself writing yet another poem in your name, another letter to you as well. The feelings in my heart do not remain subsided, but no words shall leave my lips of the matter.

…Apologies for the small ramble. I haven’t even properly greeted you yet.

Hello. Is the weather fine where you are? I dearly hope so. If any harm fell upon you, well, concerned would be an understatement.

I’m sitting in the crow’s nest of the Crux, Beidou’s ship. The view is always incredible, but especially today. The turquoise waves glitter as they froth against the smooth hull of the ship… white gulls cry and soar above the peaceful waters, wings angling and tilting, every movement masterful. But best of all, the breeze is warm, salty with ocean spray and with the gentless one could never expect. It ghosts past your side, leaving nothing but longing in its wake, and blows right through you, piercing the heart.

Ah- sorry, I got carried away. All the poem writing got to me, the language especially. Hm~ but only if you could see that view…

I know.

Hey... are you free tomorrow? Not just tomorrow specifically, since I know you’re in Mondstadt and it’d take quite the journey to make your way all the way to Guyun Stone Forest… So…

Maybe next week?

O-or the week after that, if it's more convenient?

…

Ah- this sure is awkward.

I must apologize. I’m not the best at writing these sort of things to people.

The point is…! Just come over anytime you’re free, okay? I’ll wait for you. Haha, it’s not like I have anything much better to do anyway.

I’ll show you around the ship, and introduce you to Captain Beidou. She’s sure to love you, haha. Then, maybe we can take a walk around the forest? J-just the two of us.

…I have something I’ll need to tell you then.

You’ll just have to wait until we meet again, dearest.

I’ll see you. Don’t keep me waiting too long, now.

Sincerely,

Kazuha.

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bluedalahorse · 11 months ago

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Hello @simonsapelsin! I’m ready to respond to the comment you left yesterday.

Within the parameters of canon—most likely no, but maybe? It would have to be backed up by a lot of plot and character developments in order for it to work.

This ended up being way too long, so more thoughts on sargust + thoughts on the potential created by AUs and canon divergences + thoughts on the idea of “healthy” relationships behind the cut…

So obviously season 2 ended in a really, really bad place for sargust. August refuses to embrace accountability and doubles down on his harmful behavior. Our last shot of Sara is her calling the police to report him, and in that moment she’s completely alone. They have that painful conversation about August buying Rousseau. That’s… that’s a lot for them to overcome, and season 3 doesn’t have enough episodes to get us there fully, unless the writing team are very, very clever and efficient.

There’s a popular fan interpretation of sargust that says that Sara and August both project identities onto one another and don’t see one another’s real selves. I understand and agree with that interpretation up to a point, but I don’t know if I necessarily agree with it 100%. In my mind they do see real things about one another (August sees Sara’s ambition and desire for independence, Sara sees August’s emotional vulnerability and need for help. And they do connect with one another in ways that others haven’t been able to connect with them. What August and Sara fail to predict about one another is the other’s choices. Sara assumed August would choose to be honest and August assumed Sara would choose to be queen. But I think the care they showed for one another earlier in the season was real, and the way they could hold space for one another was real. That’s really a meta I could write for another time, but a lot of it hinges on this line, which is not a line I am even remotely normal about:

(Note: I’ll probably write this meta eventually. The fact that these characters create a sort of home with one another! Also lol @ August looking like he is stoned out of his mind.)

So what would it look like for sargust to get a Second Chance Romance within the parameters of canon? I mean, first of all, they’d both have to mature independently for a while and work through a lot of the trauma they’re carrying.

For Sara, I want her to get away from home and have some distance from the place she grew up so she can put her childhood in perspective. Therapy would help. (I want that for Simon, too!) I’d also like to see Sara find some neurodivergent friends/community—I mean, we do tend to find one another and run in packs! And then some sort of career or life path that makes her happy. Maybe with horses, sure, but it’d also be interesting to see Sara keep horses as a beloved hobby while also finding a different career she’s passionate about.

For August, accountability and rehabilitation and understanding of the harm he did is incredibly important for his personal growth. Whether he faces that through the legal system or through some other process is something we have yet to see in the show. Then comes the long work of restitution and atonement, as well as the steps August needs to take to grapple with his various personal traumas. Like, please get this boy a place to process his grief over his father, treatment for his disordered eating, and rehab for his addiction to pills.

Now, Sara and August wouldn’t have to be 100% healed and self-actualized when they run across one another as adults—I don’t know if there’d be a story if they were, and this sort of stuff is lifelong work! But further along the paths above that I described—that could still be a good story.

Beyond growth and maturity, I think we’d have to see some sort of change in how August and Simon relate to one another, happening primarily on Simon’s terms because he was the one wronged, and that would need to be an important part of the story. This feels crucial. Now that Sara’s aware how much she hurt her brother, I don’t imagine she’d enter a relationship with August even if August is a super chill, okay person now. So I actually think a good Second Chance Romance story would have to heavily involve Simon in one way or another. But a fic where August and Simon interact more honestly with one another, and August has to face up to Simon’s personhood? That would definitely hold my attention. (I am kind of hoping they get more extended interaction in season 3, really. They have some sneaky but fascinating parallels as characters and I like watching the way Omar and Malte play off one another.)

Outside of canon… one thing I have considered is the potential to write a version of sargust in AUs that’s more tailored toward happy endings. Which doesn’t quite relate to your question but I do want to talk about it. As of now, AUs/Canon Divergence fics are a perfect place to make sargust actually work out. This fandom has a lot of imagination for AUs and canon divergences. And it’s no surprise—Young Royals is a rich, nuanced text that can be explored from many angles, so it only makes sense that we’d want to create a thousand alternate universe scenarios where canon could have gone differently. In my mind, if people can write “Erik lives” AUs, then “sargust is successful because August learns over time to be less shitty” AUs are also fair game.

The thing with writing an AU or canon divergence is that August’s complex brand of shittiness does not have to be inevitable or eternal. We’ve got creative freedom, baby! We can write any kind of arc for him that we want to and nudge him in all kinds of directions, and set him and Sara up for success! To me, part of the spirit of Young Royals is embracing the idea that everyone has choices, and that they are capable of growth that allows them to make better choices. I mean, sure, it’d be weird to find a version of August on page #1 of a fanfic who’s suddenly like, quoting bell hooks and pushing for an inclusive socialist utopia. I don’t know if I’d suspend my disbelief for that. But I also really struggle to suspend my disbelief for AU versions of August where he’s like… a straightforward flat villain solely out to cause trouble, which is something I have seen out there in the wild and clicked the “back” button over. I crave the nuance. The texture. The literary crunch of it all!

And I don’t think August has to be the center of a fic for that to happen, even. Like I think there’s ways to have him and Sara as a story’s Beta Couple or Gamma Couple and we’re rooting for them and you know what? It’s an AU where some of the characters are fae or 1980s punks or rival scholars of Cold War history so events are happening differently anyway. I’m sure there are ways to write August in character as his shitty self and have him eventually grow and change, without having August also ruin his chances with Sara because he does something that fucks Simon over so completely, you know?

Now, I know there’s fic writers out there who never under any circumstances want to write August’s character and can’t do so from a place of emotional safety. For some folks it is more comfortable to engage with him as a more straightforward villain. And that’s fair. Everyone should write what they feel comfortable writing! In this post, however, I’m thinking more about the people who want to include some kind of nuanced arc for August in their story, but also feel like no one will be interested in it, or like they’ll actually lose readers and engagement if they do write about him, even as a secondary character. Every once in a while I’ll see another fan allude to a really cool fic idea that involves August in some way or takes him in an interesting direction, and then they’ll be like, “oh, but why bother writing it, no one will read it anyway.” And… that makes me incredibly sad! Because I would happily read those fics. I know some other people who would happily read those fics! But I think we’ve normalized the idea that that’s just not how things are “done” in the Young Royals fandom. Which makes it very hard for people to take that risk. I think we’re missing out on some cool stories as a result, that could really be satisfying to read.

One final thought… I notice some fandoms use the word “healthy” when describing their OTPs/favorite pairings. I hope you’re okay with me unpacking that a bit? This is less a response to your comment in particular and more a response to fandom at large.

Honestly, “healthy” is a word that’s starting to feel pretty loaded for me, and can kind of rub me the wrong way. It seems that generally what people mean by it—when they apply it to a pairing—is that the pairing is good at communicating, respects one another’s boundaries, responds to one another’s needs, processes trauma, etc. And I do appreciate in a story when characters can do these things, to an extent.

But putting it under this umbrella label of “healthy” …well. Okay. “Healthy” is a word that society has added a moral dimension to, and it often gets weaponized against people with disabilities and mental illnesses and other chronic conditions. And health is not an indicator of personal worth. Holding people IRL to a standard of “healthy” kinda feels like you’re saying “it’s okay if you have these diagnoses, as long as you manage them in such a way that it seems like they don’t affect you or the people around you.” (And as someone who’s just recently begun managing a chronic condition, who’s struggling with how to tell my family members because of the way they’re going to moralize about my diet or my stress levels, and also struggling with the shit I’ve internalized over the years… well. I’m thinking about how we use the word “healthy” a lot.)

Bringing this back to the realm of fandoms (because, oof, TMI there blue!) holding a fictional character or pairing to the standard of “healthy” can kind of create some uncomfortable fandom dynamics—at least it can for me, personally. When I see fans take pride in the fact that they ship a “healthy” pairing, to the point where they frequently talk about how “healthy” their pairing is, it’s almost impossible for me not to read such comments as using a moralizing tone that implicitly puts others down for having “unhealthy” ships. Sometimes—generally I haven’t seen this as much in YR fandom—there are even people who will straight up write you off if they perceive your ship as “unhealthy” or “toxic.” And then suddenly all ships are either deemed healthy or unhealthy, and healthy ships are retroactively interpreted as doing everything right, while unhealthy ships can never do anything right, and there’s no hope for them. And that is… a bleak and boring landscape for shipping, if you ask me.

I want to read romances where writers are informed about how trauma can affect relationships and how one can learn to survive it, yes. But I feel iffy about the idea of a perfectly “healthy” romances for sargust or wilmon, seeing as they’re all characters with trauma and mental health struggles, and all of them have days that are Not So Good. They could all mature into adults who’ve learned from their past, but like, Wilhelm might still have panic attacks because anxiety is like that sometimes and it’s not a moral failing. August could go through rehab and be in a much better place and harm others less, and still might struggle with intense emotional disregulation or thoughts related to disordered eating, you know? I’d like reading trauma-informed stories where sargust can mature and heal. But they still might have bad days because that’s what being human is.

In addition, I also like tragic sargust where things just don’t work out between them and everything falls apart, because as I’ve said elsewhere on this blog, I’m a slut for tragedy.

So. Idk. I talk about all these things and all these possibilities in hopes that maybe someone in the fandom will get inspired by them. We’ll see if it does that! Ahaha. It’s worth a try.

ADDENDUM, since I didn’t talk about my own fic ideas here:

Heart and Homeland is an AU fic, and it’s tragic sargust for sure. And I’m proud of it, despite the part where their relationship is tragic! And I tried to work in little glimmers where you see how their relationship could have worked.

Now, my next fic idea, shared with @heliza24, is one set in a canon divergence universe where Sara goes to campus to look for Simon, on the night that Everything Is Fake But Wilhelm’s Love For Simon Is Real. As Sara walks around campus, trying to find her brother, she bumps into August, who is still high from the party and is just sort of… emotionally all over the place? In my head I think Sara and August actually trip over one another and he gets a skinned knee or something, so they have to break into some part of school late at night to get band-aids from a first aid kit, and they end up in a weird, late-night conversation and August actually ends up talking to Sara about his grief for Erik. Thus, he’s never at the window to film the video, and some weird door opens up in his brain about actually having someone he can open up to. He doesn’t change overnight, but his character—and everyone else’s characters—are butterfly effected in a totally different direction. That’s all I’m going to say for now! But gosh, I really hope I get the time and energy to write it.

#young royals #sara eriksson #august horn #sargust #this is a long post i am sorry #and also it veers into my thoughts about fandom stuff in general #but hopefully there are a few good ideas in there

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uhbasicallyjustmilex · 2 months ago

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Playing the ask game: 4, 13, 22!

Hope you're getting some good rest in/feeling better!

Covid is kicking my butt right now and music is about the only thing making it manageable. 🙂

hello lovely! 😘

thank you, i’m still feeling pretty rotten tbh 😢 i’m so sorry you are too, sending hugs and all the get well soon vibes 💗 i hope you feel lots better soon and that you have plenty of good music to comfort you along the way!

4) what’s your spotify?

i have pretty much everything on my spotify private apart from my four walls writing playlist, i’ll link that here: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/16axLKFfru9UfPTDRKGeYt?si=-WnTQwryQlS_q1y75SO0nA&pi=e-7HZ2MWn0TQeH (i’m constantly adding to it!) 🥰

13) name four or more flawless albums?

okay this was tough to narrow down, but for me i’m defining flawless as the kind of incredible albums that are a work of art and i never want to skip as single song on, so:

humbug by arctic monkeys

romance by fontaines dc

three cheers for sweet revenge by my chemical romance

like clockwork… by queens of the stone age

because of the times by kings of leon

in utero by nirvana

one man band by miles kane

(there are so many others but i’ll limit myself!)

22) songs that describe you/your life?

oh god, this is actually so hard. off the top of my head, the ones that come to mind rn are:

(i’m not okay HAD to be on there because when i first heard it at thirteen i’d never heard a song that spoke to me so much. i wouldn’t say it necessarily describes me now, but it definitely describes a large chunk of of time i have lived that is very much a part of me!)

thank you so much for these 🫶

#asks #ask game #music stuff

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galeslovesickcleric24 · 8 months ago

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Gods Don't Heal Broken Hearts

A/N: Hello again! I know I've already started a multi-part fic. But this one is so incredibly short. Please enjoy! Expect part 2 to How to Save a Life soon!

Click here to read on AO3!

!!! PLEASE BE AWARE THAT THIS WORK WILL CONTAIN SPOLIERS TO BALDUR'S GATE 3. ESPECIALLY THE END OF THE GAME. PLEASE DO NOT READ AHEAD UNLESS YOU WISH TO BE SPOILED OR YOU HAVE REACHED THE END OF THE GAME !!!

Part I of III: Crown of Corruption

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The long, tiring battle between being and brain was fought and fought well. Rosemary and all of her gathered allies beaten, bruised and bloodied; surrounded by rivers of blood and piles of corpses, both illithid and humanoid alike. The cleric and her campmates find themselves stood on the docks of Baldur’s Gate, relief and exhaustion all blurring into one emotion.

The sun hangs low in the sky, plunging the city in beautiful shades of oranges and yellows with a soft cacophony of waves lapping against the shore filling their ears. The scent of salt strong in the air, wafting through each of their nostrils and delighting their senses with much needed refreshment.

“Take a moment,” Wyll begins, “Savour our victory. Long may the coastwinds carry our names,” he smiles.

“I…can’t feel the tadpole… They must have all died with the brain - that means we can’t turn into mind flayers!” Shadowheart beams.

While everyone celebrates with hugs and cheers, Gale’s mind and his person wanders to the edge of the docks, thoughtfulness clouding his features. “The crown. It’s somewhere in the Chionthar.”

“Where it shall remain!” Rosemary grins, “At least for a moment. We can think about returning it later. Let’s celebrate the now! Our victory.”

Gale continues his thoughts, disregarding his lover’s enthusiasm, “If I salvage the stones, I could retrieve it. Perhaps even wield it,” a power-hungry grin turns his lips with delight as he continues to entertain the thought. The cleric’s face falls, her heart beginning to hammer in her chest as he remains on this train, “With the crown in my hands, I would be unstoppable.”

The wizard begins to pace, becoming more and more thoughtful. Rosemary reaches out to him, gently grasping his hand; “Gale, my darling, we don’t need the crown. We have enough as it is. We are alive, are we not? Isn’t that satiable?”

“I’m not sure you quite understand, flower. I would be more than the greatest wizard who ever lived,” he turns to face her, excitement dancing in his irises, “I would be a god.”

“Is that truly what you want? I-I thought we talked about this,” the elf reaches to stroke her love’s cheek, “The plan is still to return the crown to Mystra, yes?”

“I’m not so sure. I believe I owe it to myself to see where destiny leads.”

“What…?” The cleric’s heart drops right into the deepest pit of her stomach, her brain now swimming with the most anxious of thoughts. “Gale, you cannot be serious.”

“I have never been more serious. The opportunity has practically thrust itself into my hands, my love. I’d be a fool to miss out on such a thing. Don’t you agree?”

“No. No, I can’t say that I do. Gale, we had a deal. We were to hand the crown to Mystra and go about our lives. Living the fullest life we can with that wretched orb banished from your chest,” she takes the wizard’s hands in her own, “We can still do things properly, love. Return to Waterdeep, take our time, make up for that we have lost. It isn’t too late.” She begs, eyes pleading and glassy. The wizard thinks on her words for a moment, letting them sink in. The next moment, they are dismissed; his mind jumping immediately back to the crown and its power.

“For you. I-...I can’t disregard the crown. Simply forget about it,” Gale gently slips his hands out of hers, returning to the edge of the dock, “I would live a life of regret if I did.”

His chest begins to glow an sorcerous lilac, a hand reaching out to the murky waters ahead. The ground begins to shake, stone beginning to crack in the distance as the crown ascends from the water. The bony structure is encased in the same arcane cage as Gale’s chest, floating its way into the wizard’s beckoning hands.

Rosemary stands in awe of the man in front of her, the man she thought she knew so very well. The same man that would tell her how she puts the stars to shame, how he forgets their goddess by simply being near her, that she has given him a whole new meaning to living. That man disappears right in front of her eyes as she watches the promise of power engulf him and chain him in its iron grasp. The thought is enough to move her to tears, her feet propelling her to close the gap between them; words escaping her lips faster than she can conjure them in her mind.

“Don’t you dare!” She shrieks “Gale, we had an agreement!”

Gale turns to Rosemary, desperation and determination clouding his brown irises: “This is my chance! I have been patient enough. Don’t you want this for me?” He attempts to reason.

“No! No, I do not! I keep telling you! What I want is you! I don’t need a god! I can’t be with a god! I need you! The real you! I don’t need all the magic. You are more than enough.” She pleads, wandering over and offering out her hand for the crown “Give it to me, Gale. We can hand it over to Mystra and go back to Waterdeep, live a happy and full life. Together.”

“Why not live forever? Rosemary, I could be so much more to you! We wouldn’t need anything else. You wouldn’t need anything else. We’d be the most powerful beings in the universe.”

“If you become a god, I cannot have you like I have you now. I cannot hold you, I cannot kiss you, I cannot enjoy reading books curled up by the hearth of the fire with you in your tower.. You do not listen to me! I don’t need more! I don’t! No more than I already have! Do you not understand what you are doing? To me? To your poor mother? To Tara?”

“They would want what is best for me. And I believe that this is the best possible outcome.”

“I have never met anyone so foolish. Godhood is the best outcome? How selfish.” Rosemary spits, unadulterated rage beginning to boil her blood, “I clearly overestimated your intelligence.” Tears brim his lover’s eyes, a river threatening to burst the banks of her tear ducts as she exhales a hopeless sigh. “You do this, you lose me. I won’t have anything to do with you. And I certainly will not be your fucking chosen. I know better than to do so. Because I know where they all end up.”

“Rosemary-“ Gale begins, but she cuts him right off.

“I mean it. I really do. You ascend to the heavens and you will never fucking see me again.”

“You think so little of me! Do you really think I’d leave you and never see you again? I will always come back for you. You can be a goddess too, Rosie. You can rule at my side. We can be together for the rest of eternity. Is that not what you want too? Why do you fight me on this?” He questions, crown still clutched in his fists.

“Because I cannot stand to lose you! How can you possibly still want to go through with this?! Is everything we’ve been through not enough for you?!” The elf’s tears start to roll down her cheeks as she fights sobs, swallowing them down thickly.

“I-…” the wizard has run out of things to say. It’s rare he finds himself in such a position. But seeing his love in the state she’s in makes time stop, allows chills to run so coolly down his spine, and fills his stomach with utmost regret. His chest tightens, guilt painting his face an ugly shade of grey. “Of course it is.”

“But it isn’t?! Is it?! Because you’re still clutching the wretched thing like your favourite toy!” Rosemary yells, stifling a hearty cry, “I-I’m tired of fighting you on this! I thought we made a promise! We had plans, Gale! How come it is so easy to throw away something that was once so precious to you?”

“It is right here in my hands! I’d be a fool to deny such a thing. Such power! Such an opportunity! I’m not doing it for me, I’m doing it for us. For both of us.”

“I want no part in this. In this sick revenge plan. Where does it end?”

“Right here! But only if you allow me to!” He begs.

The cleric ponders for a short moment, checking off a list of pros and cons in her mind, continuing to shatter her heart more than it already has. Wordlessly, she shakes her head, hastily wiping away her tears. “Fine. If it’s what you want. I have warned you. I can do nothing more. But I won’t stand around to watch the man I loved become a husk of the great man I once knew him to be” Rosemary leaves the wizard with a final, loving kiss; savouring every last moment she has to feel him, to touch him, to remember him as he is in the present.

Gale drops the crown at their feet, holding her as close as he can possibly have her; bodies pressed desperately against one another. His heart wrenches, its strings taut with guilt and upset.

Wiping away a trickle of blood from his cheek, Rosemary pulls away, cupping his cheeks in her palms, taking in every last detail of his face. His eyes that once looked upon her so fondly, the lips she would kill to kiss all day if she were permitted, the beard that tickled her neck every time he would pepper her body in worshipping kisses. With the heaviest of hearts, she brings their foreheads together, placing a gentle hand to rest over the tattoo on his chest before bending to pick up the crown and placing it into his hands. “Goodbye, Gale. I hope you enjoy the new life you’ll build. Say hello to Mystra for me. You deserve each other.” Her words sting, cut right through Gale like a knife through butter as she watches her walk away.

His heart weighs his chest down, regret filling every crevice of his being as he stomachs the realisation of the impact of his actions on the woman he loves most, how much he has hurt her, how he has broken her. The thoughts are fleeted as he remembers the very item in his hands; the very thing that would seal his destiny and would make him one of the most powerful beings to ever exist.

More than a mere wizard would he be.

He would ascend to godhood, where he rightfully belongs; rightly or wrongly.

#bg3 tav #my tav #tav #story #storytelling #bg3 #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #bg3 gale #bg3 spoilers #angst #bg3 writing #bg3 angst #gale x tav #gods dont heal broken hearts

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blues824 · 2 years ago

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Hi again! I want to thank you for fulfilling the last request involving the Dr. Strange![Reader]. I was wondering if you can write more HCs relating to the same premise but with the rest of the Dorm Leaders + Jamil.

You don’t have to write all of them if it’s too much. Just enough HCs for your sakes.

- @sanctum-of-ramshackle

Hello again! I really loved this request, and I’m sorry it took so long! School and family have been keeping me occupied.

Riddle Rosehearts

He is quite intrigued by you and your strange magic. He’s concerned when you tell him that it took a bad car accident, losing your job as a surgeon, and a trip to Nepal to get it. You had to go through so much hardship and for what? To get your hands back?

When he overblotted, he was able to experience your abilities up close. You took him to the Mirror Dimension so that you could face him without consequences being inflicted upon others. It was rather easy to defeat him considering you had control of this world you created.

When he sees the golden rings appear around your forearms, he asks about the language inscribed in them. You gladly explain that it’s a few ancient runes that say the type of spell that you were currently doing. He would go to the library to see if he could find those runes.

When he sees your ring, you’re usually always opening a dimension to jump through. It was then that he realized that you chose to be here, since you could very easily go home. Now, did you stay for him, or are you just messing around with the Headmage and making him do more work as payback?

When he asks about the necklace you wear, you hold it in your hands and explain that no one can take it. You have to further explain what infinity stones were and how, when put together, give their owner and user incredible amounts of power.

However, the Eye of Agamotto is the Time Stone, which he found interesting. You told him how it was your job to lay down your own life if it came to protecting the stone. In fact, you were in the middle of a battle with someone who was trying to take it from you when you opened a portal and came here! What a coincidence…

Leona Kingscholar

He doesn’t really care. As long as you’re able to fight and hold your own against (and possibly beat up) his dorm members. You are able to utilize your own freaking cape and conjure weapons with your magic, and that’s what really captures his attention.

When he overblots, he gets to see another one of your abilities as an Eldritch magic user. You took him to the Mirror Dimension so no one else would get in the way. He was totally tripped out and he stood no chance against someone who could warp a dimension on their very whim.

When he sees the golden rings appear on your forearms, he isn’t really interested until he sees the runes. His kingdom is a very old one, so a few temples in his homeland have runes engraved on the walls, but the ones on the rings are much older.

When he sees the ring on your finger, it intrigues him. It wasn’t on your ring finger, so he still had a chance (joking… kind of). You tell him that it allows you to open portals to different dimensions and worlds. What you didn’t know is that what you said implanted some doubt in his mind. You could leave whenever you wanted to.

He then asks you about your rather unique necklace. You use your magic to open the Eye and as you show what the Time Stone can do, you tell him that it was one of the 5 Infinity Stones and how dangerous they were in the wrong hands.

You went on to explain that it was your job to protect it with your life. If someone were to get all 5 Infinity Stones, then they essentially held the fate of all the universes in their hands. After telling him this, he grows concerned. You had so much to live for, but you were willing to give it all up for each universe?

Azul Ashengrotto

Would most definitely try to get you under a contract, but you threatened to send him to a solitary universe. You were not best pleased, and he never tried to offer you a shady deal ever again. He even informed the twins that you were off-limits, lest they have a death wish.

When he overblots, he realizes that you were still able to use your magic underwater. You took him to the Mirror Realm, and while you were a bit slower, you still had control over the realm. You made him fall, trip, get confused, and eventually he tired himself out.

When he sees the golden rings appear on your forearms, he notices that the runes look like some of the runes in the museum he used to go to as a small cecaelia. He asks you about it and you tell him that no one really knew.

He then asks you about the ring on your finger. You explain that it allowed you to pass through dimensions easily, and that you could very well just go home. However, you saw that the students needed saving from the Headmage and therefore stayed. He was kind of sad that you didn’t stay for him, but he won’t ever tell you that.

He caught sight of the Stone when you hid behind a shelf in the library and opened up the Eye. He always had impeccable timing, so he asked you what it was. After nearly having a heart attack, you told him that it was the Time Stone.

You had to go on and tell him about the other 4 Stones and how, when in the wrong hands, they can bring the end to the multiverse. That certainly sounded completely terrifying, and what’s even worse was that you told him your job was to be the one to sacrifice your very life to protect the Time Stone.

Kalim Al-Asim

He was amazed. He used light magic, but yours was much different. It looked like a full-on ritual, with you forming geometric shapes in the air that emitted warmth and light. He was very tempted to touch it to see if it would burn his hand.

When Jamil overblots, he’s so confused. Weren’t you both just there? Where’d y’all go? It was like an invisible blanket just draped over the two of you and left everyone else behind, including himself. When you reappeared, Jamil was defeated.

He’s very intrigued by the golden rings that appear on your forearms whenever you use your magic. You can conjure weapons, shields, etc. and they always appear on your arms. He would, again, try to touch them to see if they burned his hand.

He always notices that you have an actual ring on your finger, and you sometimes fidget with it when you’re bored in class. When he slips you a note asking what it was, you wrote back that it allowed you to travel dimensions. You were able to go back home, but stayed because of his adorable face. He was happy for the rest of the day.

Once, Professor Crewel had asked you to take off your necklace since it wasn’t part of the school dress code. You had to explain that you vowed to protect the stone inside, and even went up to the front of the class, opened the Eye, and explained the concept of the Infinity Stones.

Kalim was listening to every word you had to say. Of course, this was a scary and serious matter that you were discussing, but it was very important. He didn’t like how you said that it was your sole duty and purpose of living to protect the Time Stone. It stays in his mind how you said it, too.

Jamil Viper

He was kind of concerned. New magic being introduced to Twisted Wonderland could either go horribly right or horribly wrong. Since no one knew about Eldritch Magic, you had a lot of trust in your hands. It didn’t sit right with him.

Of course, when he overblots, you demonstrate some extent of your power by taking you both to the Mirror Realm and throwing hands in there. Since he was in uncharted territory, you had the tactical advantage and took him down easily.

While you sit with him in the infirmary, he asks you a bunch of questions about your abilities. For example, the golden rings that appear on your forearms whenever you conjure a weapon or shield in battle. Did that hurt at all for you?

Or the golden ring that you always wear on your finger. If you could travel through worlds, then couldn’t you just go back home? Just leave him, like everyone else has? You smile while shaking your head, explaining that you had discovered a few problems with this world and therefore wouldn’t be leaving anytime soon.

He most definitely asks about your unique necklace. You tell him that it’s the Eye of Agamotto, and that it holds the Time Stone. You go into detail and even use your magic to demonstrate the flow of time throughout each universe and how the Infinity Stones are essentially pillars in that process.

You then explain your vow to always protect the Time Stone so that no one would have the power of all the different Infinity Stones. He doesn’t exactly like that you would die over a rock, but that’s your choice. He can’t stop you, so he will work with you to ensure that no one would obtain the stone.

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lizard-shifter-noms · 5 months ago

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Still Subject to Change Chapter 16 (NEW)

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Hello everyone! i decided to repost arc 1 of SSTC

(the chapters were way too long and had a bunch of typos but hopefully this will make reading easier)

this Story contains Vore, Dont like dont read.

if there are still any grammatical errors i’m sorry.

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The next time I woke up it was because someone kept shoving at my cheek.

“Donovan! Wake up! You’ve been asleep for over ten hours!”

What? That long? Now that couldn’t be right but I opened my eyes anyway.

Robin was in front of me and despite being so close to my face he still looked so small.

Arthur’s head popped up from somewhere on the side, carrying all the stuff we had and put it on the ground, probably to sort it.

“How are you, big guy?”

Good question, I did feel better than yesterday but everything was still aching horribly.

“Sore, but still better than yesterday”

He nodded slowly and Robin tried to snatch some of the stuff to look it over.

“Okay that’s good! Do you think you can walk? Cuz we kinda have the problem that we need to go out and get food”

Oh right, I was the only one that didn’t need to eat, and honestly staying in this cave where there was no sunlight couldn’t be very good for me either.

However there was another problem, Rikaad was still stuck in my pouch And if I were to get him out at a later point outside of the relatively warm cave he’d just freeze again.

The frigid outside air would immediately strip him of any warmth and not to mention when he got out he’d be- well not dry, so that was an added problem as it would seep out any body heat he had even faster.

“I guess i can walk, but i should get Rikaad out first, if i do that out in the snow he will freeze”

At my words there was some slight movement in my pouch and I was happy to find that it didn’t hurt that much anymore.

“I am not keen on getting that cold again, maybe you can look in the area close to the cave for something to eat if Donovan cant get me out right now?”

It was the first thing I heard him say since I woke up and it was of course something completely reasonable and logical.

It was like any trace of the absolutely mad person that had chased me through the snow was completely gone, and it greatly confused me.

I decided not to ask, maybe the cold froze some parts of his brain or something.

Arthur looked not very convinced and Robin was sorting the meager stuff we owned into neat little piles.

“Well i could try, you stay here and rest some more and Robin you can uhh- put the stuff away we don’t need okay?”

Robin nodded and went to bring the things he sorted over to the pond where they had left their little bags.

Arthur meanwhile had picked up his sword and put it on his belt.

“I’ll be back as soon as i can, don’t worry about me”

He went over to the exit of the cave to go outside, hesitating only for a few seconds as the cold seeped through the gap in the stone before going out.

“I hope he finds something, we kinda forgot to get anything while you were so badly hurt”

Oh, I didn’t know how to feel, they were so worried about me that they forgot to get a basic supply.

But for once in my life I knew that somebody cared about me.

Actually cared, not just pretended because they wanted something.

Since I could move again at least somewhat I held a hand out to Robin and gave him a sort of hand-hug.

He was too small to give a proper hug to so this would have to do.

He leaned into the touch and I was able to tussle his ginger hair a bit.

“I’m glad you’re okay”

He gripped the non bandaged part of my thumb and hugged me back.

Seeing the incredibly small human trust me so much and freely admit that he was worried made my heart melt.

Being able to just interact with someone in a positive way wasn’t something I was able to do for years as the streets weren’t kind to bastards.

He looked so small in my hand and I knew that as soon as I brought them to Kamerasca he’d be the one I would miss the most.

Right, bringing them home, the place I couldn’t go.

I shoved the sad feelings aside, for now I would enjoy the time I could spend with people that didn’t plan on killing me.

Well most of them didn’t plan on killing me.

Rikaad was still in my pouch and when Arthur came back I would attempt to get him out.

He was probably sick of being in there and unable to do anything.

Not to mention there was basically no view and he wasn’t allowed to move much lest it upset the wounds again.

I was however really impressed that he managed to lay still for so long.

I was pretty sure I wouldn’t be able to do that, I was already sick of just lying on the floor after about two hours.

Maybe I should try to get up, if I was to get Rikaad out soon I probably should get used to moving again first.

Slowly taking my hand back and ignoring Robin’s disappointed noise I shifted to brace both of my hands on the ground.

I slowly heaved myself up to a sitting position being very careful about the stitches in my pouch and did my best to not let Rikaad bump into them.

He slid a little and came to rest at the bottom of the pouch.

He still wasn’t moving much and at this point it was beginning to get worrying.

I knew i hadn’t injured him when i swallowed him so what was wrong?

Gently placing a hand over my pouch without applying any pressure I decided to just ask so we could move on with all of this stuff.

“Rikaad you okay? The moving didn’t disorient you?”

There was a few seconds of worrying silence before he answered.

“I am fine, if bored, how are you? I didn’t come in contact with the wounds again did i?”

Ah so he was worried he’d touched something, that was, well that was considerate of him.

It took a few seconds for me to register that he barely moved because he felt Guilty.

He was the one that slashed me with a knife or whatever he had used and then continued kicking and elbowing me.

He was keeping still and quiet because he felt bad about it.

I could live with that, it WAS kinda his fault.

But i didn’t hate him, even if he overreacted a bit it was an understandable response after all.

I decided to leave it for now and instead focus on what I needed to be doing one step at a time.

Taking my hand away from its spot on my pouch I instead lent it to Robin who had been trying to climb up my knees.

He scrambled into it and I gently set him down on my knee where he had been trying to get to.

He sat down with his legs crossed and looked up at me.

“Is he okay? I can’t really hear him from here”

Ah yeah i suppose it would sound muffled for anyone else, I was rather surprised myself that I could hear it so well.

“He’s alright, why don’t you talk to him a bit?”

I offered my hand to him once again while leaning a bit backwards against the cave wall to have some support on my back.

He climbed on without hesitation and I brought him up to my chest so he could hear Rikaad.

I was careful and didn’t set him directly on the pouch as I wasn’t sure if my bruised flesh could take it, but he settled just underneath it and leaned his head on where he thought Rikaad was.

He was almost laying on me like a mattress and it was kinda adorable.

But I hoped Arthur would come back soon, they all needed something to eat even if it was something small.

“Rikaad? Can you hear me? How are you?”

I could feel that he turned his head to where Robin was on the other side of my flesh before he replied.

“I can hear you yes, and i am fine if a little bored”

Robin seemed to perk up at hearing the voice of his friend again and settled fully onto my torso to chat with the man currently stuck in my guts.

I leaned completely against the wall so I was leaning a fair bit back, but at least Robin wouldn’t fall off like this.

The little ginger had already started to chatter Rikaads ears off and I tuned it out for now, I was still tired and he technically wasn’t talking to me.

I didn’t want to be rude, and I didn’t want someone stuck in my pouch either so I hoped I could get him out soon.

I did not want to be a living prison for the stoic man currently laying there, and I definitely hadn’t wanted to scare him either.

But if everything went well I would try to get him out as soon as Arthur was back, since he was stuck for who knew how long he was probably hungry.

Out of boredom I started looking at the cave walls.

The glowy moss wasn’t growing everywhere, mostly on the side we were on and around the pond.

It was pretty looking i had to admit that, on my way back to Oakley i should try to find this spot again and bring him some, maybe he’d know why it was glowing in the first place.

He kinda seemed like the type of person that would enjoy some freaky plants.

I suddenly noticed that it was a lot more quiet and glancing down I saw that Robin had fallen asleep on my chest.

The sight of it was adorable, but it also meant that now I could not move without waking him up.

At least the position wasn’t uncomfortable and the moss that grew on the stone acted a bit like a cushion.

I wasn’t the only one that had noticed Robin had suddenly fallen silent as Rikaad tensed for a second.

“Donovan? Why is Robin suddenly so quiet? Is he alright? Did he fall off?”

“No, hes sleeping so just let him”

At my words he untensed his muscles and was back to playing corpse with his weight.

“I do want to repeat that i am extremely regretful of what i have done, whether or not you believe me is up to you”

He was making it hard to stay angry when I could clearly tell that he felt really bad about all of it.

“I do believe you, you tried your best to help afterwards.

I was just snappy because everything hurt, but you did stitch it up and that helped a great deal so don’t beat yourself up over it okay?”

“That is fair, though i have to ask how much i can move in here without upsetting the wounds, i do not want to cause anymore pain to you”

Ah so that’s why he had barely moved at all, He was worried about hurting me even more.

“You can shift a bit if you want, just steer clear of the walls and there’s no problem”

I could feel him relax just the tiniest bit at the affirmation that he could move without hurting me.

“I will do my best to steer clear of those then, but I have to admit that I am curious as to how you found out about this in the first place.

According to Robin and Arthur you knew of this before we met Oakley”

Oh, they told him, didn’t they? Better explain then, Besides, it was a rather boring story anyway.

“Well i have some of my organs doubled some of them work some of them don’t, like i have four kidneys, well three now don’t ask, so i basically used it to hide coins and valuables before this madness started”

“What other Organs are doubled if I may ask?”

He seemed intrigued and i wasn’t sure how much to tell him, I didn’t know everything myself either.

“Uhh well i have the pouch where you are right now and as i said the kidneys, oh and i have two hearts but only one of them is beating”

Robin suddenly tried to turn and I had to put my hand over him to stop the ginger from falling off of me.

He made a little ‘mrrf’ sound and went back to sleeping soundly, I did keep my hand there just in case though.

“How do you know you have two hearts if only one is beating?

Not to be rude but if mine wasn’t beating i doubt i could tell it was there”

That was… a good question actually, I only remembered my mother telling me how to find it if I pressed in at the right spot next to my lungs.

“As far as i can Remember my mother told me how to find it, no idea how she knew, and i can’t ask a ghost”

For a few seconds Rikaad went quiet again and I thought for a few moments he’d give me the silent treatment again before he finally responded.

“So you have just used this as a purse basically? I doubt that is hygienic, did you not get sick?”

Was the first part supposed to be funny? Whatever, He was now the second person to ask if I did not get sick.

“No, somehow I didn’t, but I did my best to wash everything so maybe that helped enough to not get sick?”

“So washing things good enough can stave off sickness? That is good to know”

That was a good point, apparently having things clean reduced the risk of contracting anything.

To be fair the reason I had started doing this was because I saw what other stuff people handled and did not want to put such things in my mouth, let alone swallow it.

“Yeah maybe the next time there’s an outbreak of whatever you can just wash everything”

It was nice being able to make lighthearted conversation now, though I did wonder when Arthur would be coming back.

“Wash what for what?”

A sleepy voice mumbled from under my hand, Robin had woken up again and blinked owlishly up at me.

“Good morning, decided to come back to the land of the waking?”

At the mention of Robin being awake again Rikaad called out to him.

“Have you slept well?”

Robin groggily got into a sitting position and yawned

“Yeah, I’m good, is Arthur back yet?”

“Uh-”

I looked over to the entrance of the cave but there was nothing there except more moss and stone.

“No not yet, but i’m sure he’ll be back soon”

While I spoke Robin attempted to climb down my side and I scooped him up to gently set him on the ground.

“I’m gonna go look if i can see him outside somewhere!”

He scrambled out of my palm before I could properly set him down and ran for the entrance, half disappearing behind the bend that led outside.

“Is he always like this?”

I asked Rikaad who had leaned back again while Robin tried to get off my chest.

“Sometimes, depends on how much sugar he’s had so never give him any”

That checked out, I could clearly imagine a hyper Robin running around and causing havoc.

“Well while he’s busy i’m going to try and get you out, it should be fine now, i think”

He seemed confused at my words and as I slowly stood up I heard him ask.

“What? Are you sure? I do not want to do anymore damage to you”

“You already said that, and I’m pretty sure it’s fine, I do want to leave this cave sometime you know?”

I walked over to the pond doing my best to keep Rikaads weight off the front of my pouch and kneeled down next to the water.

The small body of water couldn’t have been bigger than a horse carriage but was only about four feet deep.

Drowning in this shouldn’t be a concern, and it was pleasantly warm.

“Alright brace yourself, just don’t tense up or i’m going to choke”

“I will try my best”

At his confirmation I began to squish my pouch together from the bottom to top to get Rikaad back into my esophagus.

It stung, badly even, but I had already started so I was going to see this through.

I started to hack a bit as he entered the back of my throat, He was bigger than the other two and that made it a bit harder to properly get him out.

I did manage not to gag and get him out though, gently sliding the damp form into the water before turning my head away and coughing into my elbow.

Looking down I saw that he was turning the water an orangish hue from the blood that clung to his clothes, my blood.

Eww, and that couldn’t have been comfortable either.

“Are you alright? This did not hurt you did it?”

His concern was nice but it was nothing, just my body telling me to throw up again even if there was nothing to throw up in the first place.

Ugh, I hoped that I wasn’t getting sick after all this.

“Im fine, just a bit nauseous, i’ll be okay in a few minutes don’t worry”

I sat back against the wall, but as soon as I had done that Robin came back from the exit of the cave.

“I can see him! Make the fire ready! I think he got something!”

He fell over halfway with a squeak but stood back up immediately and started picking up every little branch he could find.

“Robin be careful, let me help”

Rikaad heaved himself out of the water and wrung out his clothes before he was swept into a hug by Robin.

“Rikaad! I’m so glad you didn’t freeze!”

He slowly and a bit awkwardly returned the hug.

“So am i, so am i, believe me”

He softly pried himself away from the ginger and went over to the fire.

“HEYY GUYS! I GOT SOMETHING!”

At the shout three pairs of eyes snapped to the entrance of the cave.

Robin was right, Arthur had found something! That meant that they could eat something soon.

And after that we could finally leave this cave and move on.

Move closer to Kamerasca where I would leave them for good.

I shoved the thoughts down for now, I could deal with them on the way back to Oakley.

At least they would be safe there.

I wasn’t the only one wondering what Arthur had caught thorough, judging by the curious look Robin gave the brown furred thing that Arthur had brought.

“What did you get?”

He held up something that looked like an oversized bunny that had a few too many muscles and longer legs.

A Hare, he’d caught one of those wild lapines, not an easy feat.

“A Hare? Those are hard to catch! I’m impressed!”

He just mumbled something inaudible at the praise and handed the carcass over to Robin who then set on to properly gut the thing.

It seemed he hadn’t noticed Rikaad till now as he did a double take at the taller man before a huge smile plastered itself onto his face.

“Hey, how are you? Your legs didn’t fall asleep in there?”

I was kinda glad that he didn’t mention that HIS legs had been a bit wobbly after I got him out, while Rikaad probably knew by now it was still awkward.

I really didn’t want to talk about any of this ever again.

Well soon enough the only one I could talk to would be Oakley.

At least that wouldn’t be as boring as being by myself.

By the time the fire was back to a bigger size, one that could be used for a spit roast, Robin had carved out all of the entrails of the Hare and Rikaad had carved an adequate branch to skewer the meat on.

I had to admit that it smelled amazing, but I didn’t dare ask for anything, they needed it more than I did.

I instead tried to figure out what we would do next.

“So after this what are we going to do? Leave the cave and continue?”

It took a few seconds for someone to answer, likely because Robin had stuffed his face and Arthur tried to gnaw tiny pieces from a bone.

So the only one able to talk was Rikaad.

“Well i would suggest to rest the night here and leave tomorrow, i think that is the best solution, we should take advantage of the warmer cave for tonight and rest well before we move on”

Yup back to being the logical one, It was like the freaked out version of him never existed.

But he was, of course, right.

It was late and going out now was dumb, So why not take advantage of the warmer cave and leave the next morning well rested?

He would make a good Guard captain one day, I was sure of it, he had the potential to do so at least.

Maybe he’d even get to be the headmaster, I wouldn’t be too surprised, honestly.

I could also finally sleep without having to worry about something bumping into the wounds.

Yes, a good rest would do all of us well.

While the others cleaned up and disposed of the Hare’s guts I went to pick out a spot to sleep.

I chose one nearer to the water this time and next to the wall facing the entrance.

If something did get in here i would see it, maybe i could even get rid of it without waking anyone else too.

Rikaad scheduled me and Arthur for the second half of taking watch.

I could take a good guess why, I didn’t mind being up early and neither did Arthur, Robin however was not an early bird and would fall back asleep.

So placing the two that actually would stay awake to the second shift made sense.

For now I could just curl up sideways and sleep.

I curled around my now empty pouch and sort of held both my hands to it.

It felt weird now, Rikaad was out and the stabs had been sewed up.

To be honest I hoped it would not start to itch, That would be a nightmare.

At least now i could get some actual rest for once, since this madness started i had barely any good sleep so maybe now i could get some.

I hadn’t even realized that I had fallen asleep until I was Woken up by Rikaad for my turn to take the watch.

Glancing over I could see that Robin was already sleeping like a rock, that was fast, well he was a bit younger and probably needed more sleep than we did so whatever.

At least guarding this camp would be easy as there was only one place where anything could come from.

However just staring at the gap between the rocks was extremely boring,

So boring in fact that it was hard to stay awake.

“This is lame, we are just staring at a hole waiting if something dares come in here”

At least Arthur shared the sentiment, if all our stuff wasn’t already put in the bags and ready to go I might have attempted that.

But with how big my fingers were, that probably wouldn’t go well.

“Hey i don’t think i ever thanked you for punting that manticore off of me did i?”

Oh right, at the start of this madness he was attacked by one of those chimeran monsters and I had thrown it against a tree.

That felt like it was an entire world away now.

“Uh i guess? If you did then i can’t remember it, Rikaad did thank me though while you were lying on the ground”

“Of course he did, why wouldn’t he, but uhh, for what it's worth thank you”

We lapsed into an awkward silence for a few moments, So far I had only taken watch with Arthur once.

Otherwise I had always taken watch with Robin or Rikaad, who had probably done this on purpose.

He knew that at the start we didn’t like each other and kept us apart.

Now it was a bit different, he surely had figured out that I just let Robin sleep when he was supposed to be watching and he himself might not want to be alone with me right now after what happened.

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languajix · 6 months ago

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Regarding Hold every memory au!

Since Ghost in this au is shown to have mystic powers and can actively harness it (ie: the geometric shapes on his arms in the first fic and the threads of his bros) what else can he do aside from threads? Can he do smth similar to Donnie’s Ninpo if he pushed himself ? And how did he get that mystic stuff? Did he always have it but never manifested as strongly due to the nature of the 2003 verse (like the dragon thing ) or is this current mystic power a result of his long term exposure in the 2018 verse? Also how do you think his bros will react to their bro’s Mystic powers that he definitely didn’t have before?

Ps: I love your AU so much. Your fics are so well written and characterisation is so good. Ghost in the shell is such a well written story but it’s so, so very sad 😭 its makes me so happy to see a world where is Ghost happier out there. Also sorry for the long ask I’m just extra curious, Ghost being actively aware and sorta using the mystic energy inside him is so interesting and has so much potential hehe. Like imagine a scenario where Ghost/Don in a fit of protective rage either cuz of the tots or his bros or both does a boom of mystic and everyone goes HUH??

Hello!!

I want to start by saying the usual disclaimer that anything I'm about to say applies solely to Hold Every Memory, because the more this AU grows, the more of my own ideas and wishes and things get fed into it.

Also, very little is set into absolute stone until it appears in a HEM story for sure - a lot of the time, as I'm writing, things will spin a little differently than I expect because they need to for character or plot reasons, or words will randomly appear on the screen and I'll learn how things work directly from my subconscious, which is exciting. But still! I have been thinking about this stuff, so I'm really happy to have the opportunity to ramble :D

And don't apologize for the long ask! I loved it! I just hope you don't mind a looooong reply. Lots of stuff in here that some might consider spoilery, as a heads up!

I think Don had a groundwork of some different type of mystic potential from his own universe, but environmental exposure to empyrean/mystics over the years, maybe more direct exposure courtesy of Big Mama?, brought it from a latent capability to something much closer to the surface, significantly strengthened it, and shaped it a little to fit his new universe. Connecting to his brothers in the Battle Nexus, that rush of soul energy and powerful love, unlocked it! Battle Nexus went boom.

I think at a base level, he's capable of doing standard mystic stuff - activating and using mystic weapons and devices, like how Splinter could use the ōdachi in "Battle Nexus New York," for example. Casting some spells, too, and using common mystic techniques. If he were to practice or be trained specifically in the use of mystics in battle, he could use it to boost his speed and strength. He'll never be as powerful as a Hamato, though, with that well of ninpō power at their disposal.

Creating the threads wasn't any sort of innate, specialized ability at the time. It was an act of desperation. Don's burst of incredible willpower in that moment shaped his soul and his suddenly active mystic powers in ways they weren't originally made to be used. Over time, though, like stretching a muscle, the threads become central to his mystic 'specialization,' as it were. So if Leo = portals, Raph = energy projections of himself, Don =… connection? Possibly?

(In SAINW, there's a moment where Michelangelo mentions that "without you, it just didn't work," framing Donny as the lynchpin keeping his family together. (I do think it could have happened if any of them had disappeared, but let's focus on Donny for the angst and the parallels here.) And in HEM, Don is the one tying together his old family and his new family. Always at the center.)

If he wasn't constantly stretched between realities and everyone was in the same universe, he'd always know where they were, instinctively. They could be across town or half a world away, but if Don thought about them, his head would turn unerringly in that precise direction. It might include some amount of empathy/telepathy too.

One thing I'm solid on is that he has to come into contact, spiritually or physically, to someone to develop a connection, a thread. It might happen quite quickly and almost thoughtlessly with the counterparts of all his old family and friends upon meeting them, and for any new friends he meets it might happen once he truly considers them family.

(Which makes me think of how funny it would be if he met Foot Recruit and found himself with a spontaneous thread to her, too - who the heck is she supposed to be??? Too late now, though, she's family, whether anybody including her wants her to be or not. Assigned Splinterson-Hamato At First Contact.)

Can he use powers similar to Donnie? He might be a teeny tiny bit of a technopath! I'd like to think that was one of the potential directions his mystic powers could have headed before the threads threw them out of wack. Infusing portals with mystic energy, a little boost when hacking the EPF's bank accounts, etc. Very little things, but enough that he and Donnie can have a little similarity to bond over as a treat.

As for surprising his brothers with his mystic powers, finding out that he had landed in a universe with witches and yokai and superpowers blew their minds, but it was all wrapped up in the overwhelming difficulty of processing that he was alive at all. They know he's been using mystics in the development of his more recent portal attempts, vaguely, but they for sure don't realize/understand the extent of what he can do. There's really no reason for him to use mystic powers in the astral plane, nothing for him to do with them and the real risk of unbalancing the delicate threads, so he just doesn't. I think seeing him use mystic powers for real would delight Mike to no end, all surface-level envy and deep excitement, Raph would think them awesome and possibly want to spar while Don is mystic boosted to see what he can do, and Leo might be proud and fascinated and maybe a little quietly jealous. If - and this is really just something I'm tossing around for fun - if Don could actually pool and distribute mystic energy through his threads, those soul-to-soul connections, then they could all benefit and get a level-up, so no jealousy for long. Honestly I think all the brothers would be super cool with Rise style mystic powers but Mike would make me a little nervous, haha

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When I was originally starting to bounce this whole thing around in my head, I ended up with a little example snippet of what his powers could look like in practice. The telepathy/empathy bits, at least.

P.S. Thank you so much!!! It sends me over the moon, like full on walking on air for days, to hear when people like my writing style and characterization. I'm still new to putting myself out there in this way, so I stress out over it all way more than I should, and getting this kind of message makes it all worth it :D

I love GitS to death and this AU is born out of the most incredible affection for it. I wouldn't change a single thing about any of it even if I could, all those aching bruises and all, but writing an alternate universe branch where Everything's Beautiful and Very Little Hurts is just cathartic as heck. I'm just glad reading this AU is scratching the same itch for some people that writing it has been!! Because it really is a joy to write.

#hold every memory au #hold every memory unpublished #<-for anyone new here that's the tag I'm using for anything discussing future/unpublished HEM stuff.#(I don't call it 'spoilers' because there is basically no plan or plot to spoil but I do want to give people that option to filter it out)#jix stuff #asks

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358jours · 2 years ago

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Tartaglia x GN!Reader⎢Starconches by the seashore

Word Count⎢1782

Genre/Tags⎢SFW, fluff, so much fluff you’ll die of sugar overdose, beach date, sunset, Tartaglia is a show-off⎢Crossposted on AO3

Originally, you would have been on your own. Originally, you had planned to make a short one-day trip to the shore east of the Sea of Clouds, the one facing the Guyun Stone Forest. Originally, you had brought a polearm with you because it’s the only weapon you know how to handle. Originally, you were just there to get starconches. Originally, you were supposed to be back in Liyue Harbor right at sunset.

Originally, you’d have been on your own, lost to your thoughts and empty of any feelings.

That changed when you saw him right at the city gate, until he saw you at the city gate. One wave, a hello, the start of a conversation, “Where are you going dressed like that? I’m free today so let me assist you.”, that’s how little it took for your plans to shift.

It’s not like you feel bad over it, it’s not like it was some incident you were trying to avoid, not at all. It simply happened, as most of your interactions with Tartaglia did.

His public name is Childe, but you’re not too fond of it somehow. You know Tartaglia is not his true name either. However it feels slightly more personal as only you and the fatui address him this way. That name rolls off your tongue more easily, the g silent. Still; it’s one syllable too long, a sound too hard to pronounce for your liking. So you’ve made it your own, shortened it. ‘Taglia, pronounced ‘Talia. It’s much cuter and easy to say, as all things should be. It’s sweet too– just a bit of mundane to water down his turbulent life for a few seconds whenever you call out to him.

The first time, he simply laughed at how unaffected you were by his status. Now, he gets worried when you address him as anything else. Maybe he has grown fond of it just as you have. Maybe he has come to understand you better too.

You removed your shoes and socks where sand overtook soil and only weeds survived, down the hill under the archway of a large cliff. Contentment filled your chest once you noticed your companion took his off as well. Originally, it was supposed to rain and you would be on your own. Yet here you are, both barefoot. With him by your side, the sun high in the sky shining down and no clouds on the horizon– you only feel warmth.

The sand here is dense and wet, but it still sinks under your weight. Each step you take leaves a footprint, which will be smoothed over once the tide changes. You make your way through the beach, following the dividing line between ocean and land with your feet in the water. It comes up to your ankle.

“You know.” starts Tartaglia, as he walks beside you. “In some regions, they have beaches where the sand isn’t as thin. It’s more so made of tiny stones.”

“Really? Wouldn’t that hurt? I can hardly imagine how it feels.”

“Ah well, the stones are smooth so it doesn’t hurt, it’s just not as pleasant? I was there to exterminate a den of lawachurls so I didn’t really pay attention to the general scenery. It does remove the dead skin off your feet though.”

You snort. Of course, Tartaglia and the thrill of the fight go hand in hand.

You’re no battle or strategy expert so you let him talk about his fights. He even shows off his bow, Polar Star, handling it a bit and even letting you hold it (It’s a pretty weapon with incredible details that matches his colors.). You question him about his different victories, which regions he went to, the foreign food he got to try since the last time you two met up. The conversation takes turns, shifts, pauses, takes off again, without any disturbance. It’s so easy to talk to him, even your silences are comfortable.

There’s no pressure to talk, no need to cover up the sounds of waves and wind around you, there’s nothing awkward in this atmosphere. You don’t notice the time passing by, you don’t count how many starconches you collect, you don’t pay attention to the tide change. You don’t think about the future because the thought of his inevitable departure doesn't even cross your mind at all.

Perhaps you should question your connection to him a bit more, because you’re now both playing in the water like a pair of eight year olds while still clothed.

You smile, eyes closed with your face turned away, blindly trying to send water his way. He’s too good though, merciless in his assaults against you. “Feel the power of Monoceros Caeli!” He’s smiling even harder than you.

“Never!” You make a bee-line for the land, and he’s swift to follow after you. One step after the other, you try your best to push your weight against the ocean current despite how heavy your legs feel underwater. He gets closer to you rapidly, he’s more experienced after all.

Your knees buckle under you as you laugh, boisterous and unrestrained. You let yourself fall back against the (mostly) dry sand. You managed to get to the shore first –or perhaps he allowed you to. You hear him approach soon enough. You open your mouth, try to say something, but it’s hard to talk at all through your howling. “Are you gonna make it, comrade?” No, I don't think so.

Each breath comes from deep within your chest, your exhales are loud. your eyes are staring straight up, to the orange sky. It’s close to sunset already. As you slowly recover, Tartaglia crouches beside you. He waits for you to calm down, a fond expression on his face and a warmer smile to accompany it. “Can I show you something?”

“Sure.” You sit up, a bit puzzled by his request.

Tartaglia summons Polar Star in his left hand and pulls on the string with his other. Extending his arm, three arrows appear in his right hand. He’s about to shoot at the sky but does not release his hold on the string. Rather, the vision by his hip starts to glow. Water flows out of the handle, until it covers the bow itself and the arrows. He releases his hold on the string, and you watch as three trails of glowing hydro mark the landscape.

The first one lands in the ocean, and illuminates the water as it sinks. It’s quiet for a moment… Until a whale jumps out. What.

It’s a narwhal actually, and it’s made of water. It seems so powerful and heavy. It glows light-blue in the now pink-and-dark blue sunset. It’s slow, and too fast for your consciousness at the same time. It rises slowly, cutting through the sky. For a few seconds it’s just that, until it turns on itself to show you its belly.

It’s at that moment that the two other arrows go down as well. But instead of landing like the first one did, they burst in the sky. The hydro they contained is released like a firework, illuminating the beast as it falls back onto the water.

Somehow, it doesn’t create some kind of small tsunami. Simply a bigger wave.

You don’t hear your gasp, or see the look of amazement on your face –But Tartaglia does. “How was that?” he asks you after a moment.

“I’m– That’s… Incredible.” Your mouth is still agape, and it takes a moment for your thoughts to make sense. “You’re something else ‘Taglia. You use those for fighting too right? And yet they were so pretty but harmless here… It’s extraordinary.”

“Of course!” He taps his vision, proud like a peacock. “This isn’t just a pretty thing, I’m eleventh for a reason you know.”

Naturally. Not just anyone can boast about their power the way he does, he earned it through hard work. Despite the questionable things the fatui do, even with his high position, he is only acting under his superior’s wishes. Perhaps that’s why you’ve never blamed him for what happened during the Rite of Parting.

He has the looks too, a pretty face with freckles. Tall and slender –though you’re pretty sure his dolphinhide suit is hiding his larger build. The remnant of pink in the sky highlights his hair and scarf, while the blue of the night accentuates the lighter blue in his eyes. He has no rights to be this pretty.

“I’m sure you would be the Cryo Archon’s favorite –if you weren’t ginger that is.”

The gasp he lets out is incredibly dramatic. He grasps at his chest, right where his heart is, and falls in the sand on his back. “Archons! Mayday! I’ve been struck down!” You chuckle. I don’t wanna go back home just yet.

But you don’t have a choice. He has his life and own occupations, just as you do. So reluctantly, you make your way back together. Despite the growing dark, you’re left unarmed throughout the walk. It’s peaceful, silence reigns and while there’s no awkwardness between the two of you –it’s clear neither feels like ending it yet. Originally, you would have been on your own. But he had changed your plans for the better, made your day much more enjoyable.

You arrive back at Liyue too quickly for your taste. You’re thankful for his company and what he has done already, but you cannot help being greedy and wishing for more. Everyday life is duller when he’s not around.

“Here.” You extend a hand toward him, a single starconch sitting in your palm. “It was my first time at the beach with someone else and– I don’t know. You can give it to Tonia if you don’t feel like keeping it. I’m sure she’ll like it.”

You’re not brave enough to say what you'd like to say, so you pray for him to get the hint at least. I hope you’ll remember this evening the way I will, I hope you’ll think about me the way I think I do about you.

He seems a bit surprised, but he’s quick to smile. “Thank you, I’ll take care of it. I’m glad you had fun, hopefully we can do something like this again soon. But on one condition!”

You raise a brow. “What is it ?”

He seems slightly vulnerable for a moment, his voice a bit softer. “Promise me, someday, you’ll call me by another name.”

You’re only more puzzled. “I’ll never ever call you Childe, if that’s what you’re asking for.”

He laughs loudly and departs, starconch in his hand. You can only watch, heart buzzing and head confused.

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