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searchingforgravity · 4 months ago

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Graceland Experience - PART 3

Fandom: Elvis/Elvis (2022)

Prompt: It seems Elvis is concealing something, but you aren't exactly sure what. As you meet with the doctor, you try to come up with what you next steps are to get out of this situation.

TW: None

Word Count: 1492

A/N: I cannot stop writing this. Thank you for the love!

"Do you remember me finding you in my living room?"

Did you? You remember feeling terrible and passing out. You try to dig into your memories and bring that one to the surface.

"You were saying someone was taking you for a tour around the house."

Okay, you need to think of something quick. You're not dead and your not dreaming. So either you actually have lost your mind, or...

No. Something like that just isn't possible. But, what other explanation is there? Had you really time traveled back to when Elvis was alive and breathing? The notion made you start to feel sick again as you groan, holding your stomach.

Elvis quickly brings the cool, wet towel to your forehead, his other hand holding the trash can close as you lean forward, your hands clutching the bed sheets as you prepare to vomit again, but you just gag. Your stomach is officially empty.

"We'll get you somethin' to eat," he mumbles, looking over at the clock.

You take a glance too and it's now 6:10a.m. Okay, so you time traveled. That's what you are choosing to believe right now because it's the only option that will help you keep a grip on your sanity. Even if it seems impossible. So, you traveled back in time to the year...you look at Elvis' face. He looks to be around the same age as you. He's so young still. It has to be the early 60's.

Good God, how are you supposed to live in the 60's? You decide that's something you'll deal with later as you think of something to tell the man in front of you. Should you make up a crazy fan story or should you act like you don't remember anything? You decide the latter will be easiest now and give you more time to figure out what to do.

"I uh- I honestly don't remember much of anything."

Elvis looks back over to you as he takes his eyes away from the digital clock.

"Nothin'? What's your name, honey?"

That's when the idea hits you.

"I don't know. I'm so confused, I don't remember much of anything."

He looks at you for a long moment with sympathy in his eyes. You hope he believes you. You have no money that means anything in this time, and you have nowhere to go. You hope he's as generous as people have claimed him to be.

He gets up as he moves to the door, opening it and preparing to leave.

"Okay, I'll get a doctor over here to take a good look at you. In the meantime, I'll bring you up something to eat and show you where the bathroom is so you can freshen up."

You nod as you gaze at him standing in the doorway. You still can't believe it. He's even more gorgeous in person, you don't know how it's possible.

He smirks as he seemingly reads your mind, and you look away embarrassed as you preoccupy yourself with your sudden interest in the bedsheets. You hear the door shut behind him.

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After you've eaten, you feel immensely better, your headache all but gone from having some food in your body. You are shown to a bathroom and are finally able to clean up. You look around for your clothes and stop.

You were wearing jeans. And a t-shirt. Maybe you could get away with it? You know girls usually wore dresses, but jeans and t-shirts started becoming popular in the 60's.

Neither Elvis or Sonny commented on that since you've woken up. You are about to ask Elvis what had happened to the outfit you arrived in, but then remember that you've chosen to take the completely clueless route. Surely you had to have arrived in something other than pajamas.

Opening the door to the bathroom, you look out in the hallway, it sounds empty. You listen a little longer until you hear movement from Elvis' room.

"Elvis?" You call, your voice still strained a bit.

You wait, then shuffling. You hear him closing something, maybe a drawer, before opening the door to his room.

"Yes, do you need help with anything?" he asks, his head popped out from his room, the door only slightly cracked.

His mind looks preoccupied.

"Um, did you find me in this gown?"

He pauses for a moment at this, his attention pulled to you as his eyes fixate on yours. It looks as if he wants to ask you a question as he hesitates. Your stomach sinks, of course he's going to ask you about your outfit. You don't have time to think of a response before he answers your question.

"Oh, uh-no of course not. But...well your outfit was dirty when I found you. The maid changed you and I had it thrown out. But there should be an outfit in the cabinet by the shower," he responded, opening the door fully now as he prepares to leave his room.

You note how he had changed from his pajamas and was now fully dressed. He isn't leaving, is he? It might be better for you if he is so you can find your way out of this situation, but you don't like the daunting feeling of being alone at the moment. As you nod in acknowledgement to what he had just said, another thought comes to your mind.

Why had he lied?

While you don't clearly remember the encounter of him finding you in his living room, you think you would've remembered if your clothes were dirty from earlier that day. He has nothing to gain by lying to you about what state you were in when he found you. Was he, in some way, protecting you? You quickly brush this possibility away, he doesn't even know you and you had intruded into his home. It's more likely that he is trying to get as much information out of you that he can.

"I also called my doctor, he should be here in about an hour to take a look at you."

You thank him and return to the bathroom shutting the door behind you, your heart now pounding in your chest.

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"What did you say your name was, dear?"

You are getting a little tired of these men asking you so many questions. You have barely had time to think about what your next course of action is. All this attention is making you feel exhausted, and you've just woken from apparently a four day coma. Oh, and you had just time traveled and still aren't completely sure what year it is. You make a note to yourself to find that out as soon as possible. You open your mouth to answer, but someone beats you to it.

"She says she doesn't remember. Doesn't remember much of anything," Elvis states.

He's been in the room the whole time watching, his arms crossed over his chest as he leans against the wall. The way he's watching you, it feels like you're an insect he's looking at over a microscope.

The doctor hums in acknowledgement, as he presses a stethoscope to your chest, listening for your probably not so steady heartbeat.

"Is that right? Well, it sounds like a case of amnesia. Her memory will most likely come back, but there's no telling when exactly that will be. My suggestion would be to send her to the hospital since she can't remember any family members. She didn't have any ID on her did she?"

You try not to gasp as the color drains from your face. Did he find your ID? Were you even holding your bag when you sat down on the couch after the tour? You can't remember, but for your sake, you hope not.

"No, I didn't see any ID."

"Alright, well I can take her to the hospital with me. I'm going now, she can ride in the back."

Before you have time to panic as the thought of being alone and abandoned in a hospital in the 60's shakes you to your core, Elvis responds.

"Oh that's alright. I would feel better having her looked after here until she gets some memory back."

At this, the doctor's eye quirks. But he doesn't push the subject.

"Alright, just so long as she's not some crazy fan. Those girls will do just about anything to get close to you, won't they? Luck dog," the doctor laughs, getting up as he packs his equipment in his bag. He doesn't even motion a goodbye to you.

You roll your eyes. If you weren't freaking out right now you would be more annoyed.

Elvis laughs.

"You should've seen her just a few hours ago. Quite the opposite."

Your face burns with embarrassment as your eyes meet his, no doubt a scowl on your face. You imagine to see humour in his eyes, but instead are met with a questioning curiosity.

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sturniololuv08 · 6 days ago

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On The Fifth Day Of Nickmas....

Day 5 of Juno's 12 Days Of Nickmas (posting late!)

Nick had just fallen asleep a few hours before being woken up to start their early day. He spent most of the night thinking about his situation with Jared. He was grumpy and tired. During the three-hour drive to the airport, he couldn't get comfortable enough to try and take a nap. Then, TSA was hell to get through because it was one week before Christmas. Everyone was starting to travel out while they were just trying to get back home. Nick wished they could have Christmas with his parents on the actual day, but they knew it would be less of a headache to do it early. Once they were on the plane seated Nick got comfy and was hoping to try and take a nap. The way the flights worked out meant as soon as they landed he had to go straight to the warehouse to start prepping for the campaign. Jared was sitting next to Matt on this flight.

"Are you coming with us to the ware house?" Matt started conversation.

"I don't know. I assumed not since its business and all." Jared was honest.

"You should come." Matt smiled and rested his head back to get comfy.

"If Nick is fine with it, sure." Jared was fine letting Nick be the deciding factor. It was his campaign, and he was in charge. The rest of the plane ride, Jared sneaked a glance at Nick's profile from a few rows behind. He noticed his jaw was a little sharper than usual. He couldn't help but smile every time he peeked over at his best friend. Once the routine travel experience was over, they found themselves outside at the warehouse.

"I'll see you later." Jared smiled.

"Wait, you aren't coming?" Nick asked, shocked.

"Can I?" Jared further explained his confusion. "I know it's like business stuff. I didn't know if friends were allowed to come."

"Yeah, come on." Nick took his bag from him and walked inside the warehouse's double door. Jared followed him in. Chris and Matt stayed behind in the cab to take the ride home.

"Doesn't look like how I remember it." Jared walked doing a 360 turn.

"Well, yeah. We have to change things for new posts, themes, and also for our solo projects."

"Speaking of, does Matt even have one?" Jared chuckled.

"At this point, probably not." Nick dropped their bags on the floor.

"Nick, are you here?" Someone's voice yelled from up the stairs.

"Yeah." Nick jolted up the stairs. Jared noted how exhausted he indeed looked. "Coming?" He looked down and gave a weakened smile.

"Yeah." Jared followed him up the steps. Once he broke the floor level with his head he saw how tiring their job really could be. There were people moving props around, a few people with a rack of clothes discussing outfit ideas, a lady with a clipboard pointing and directing, and a group of men and women who were getting directed.

"Thank god you are here." She stopped talking to everyone else to focus solely on Nick. "You first outfit change is ready for you. I figured we'd get you dressed and then do the models first. Then you." A fake Christmas tree passed us. "Where are the lights?" She yelled at the men carrying it.

"They haven't arrived yet." One shrugged.

"What?" She seethed and looked at her clipboard.

"Laura, breathe. It'll be fine. It already looked amazing in here." Nick put a hand on her shoulder, and she took a few breaths.

"Who is this?" Her tunnel vision widened, and she saw Jared.

"This is my friend -"

"Jared." She finished cocking her head to the side. "You auditioned for the Pool Club Pack." She bit her pen.

"Yeah, horrible audition but -"

"But I liked it. I liked your aura." She smiled and put out a hand. "I'm Laura, the boy's manager." Jared shook it lightly.

"Thank you."

"Anyways. Nick, outfit." She directed. Nick grabbed Jared's hand, knowing he wouldn't know where to go or what to do without Nick taking charge. Nick was handed some clothes and Jared followed him to the bathroom.

"Do I -"

"Sure." Nick held the door open. He knew Jared would feel too uncomfortable sitting out there with strangers. Jared crammed in the tiny bathroom with him. Nick took off his shirt and Jared saw all of his tattoos. He had seen them before but in this proximity they held a richer black hue than usual. "Can you hold this?" Nick handed Jared his old clothes. He was down to his boxers and socks. Jared nodded, feeling a lump in his throat. Being this close to Nick, with him mainly being exposed, made him feel warm. Nick finished dressing quickly, and when he opened the door, Jared felt the cold air spill into the room, filling his lungs. He licked his lips and tried to forget what Nick's tattooed body looked like in front of him.

"Perfect." Laura's voice boomed loud enough to clear Jared's thoughts. Nick was in a pretty pink polo and some khaki shorts now.

"What do I do?" Jared whispered.

"Just watch." Nick winked, and Jared immediately felt embarrassed. He couldn't help but think Nick had caught him staring in the bathroom.

"This is the candy cane flavor," Laura announced to everyone. "Think spicy and fun." A couple of people laughed. Some cheery Christmas music started up, and Nick walked over to be with the models. He started talking and laughing, all of which looked forced and exhausted. Jared liked the way he looked in pink, but the khakis were a miss. Jared found himself looking through the racks of clothes. He found some white jeans, draped them over his arm, and kept looking. He walked over to a wall with shoes lined up and found some brown loafers. He nodded and carried it back to where he was supposed to be stuck. He noticed Nick was eating and displaying the candy cane cookies he had baked with his family in Chicago. Jared's mouth dropped open a little bit at the surprise.

"What's this?" Nick asked, walking over. Jared looked down at the clothes he was caught holding.

"I don't think the khakis are right. So I just looked around and found this and -"

"Sweet. Thanks." Nick grabbed it without asking any questions and went to the bathroom without Jared. He emerged and looked breathtaking.

"What is this? This isn't the second outfit they -"

"It is now." Nick looked down at himself and back up to Laura.

"Okay." She didn't fight him. He flashed Jared a smile and followed her to a corner with a white backdrop. Jared sighed, realizing his mistake.

"He is going to blend in too much." The photographer said. Jared wanted to fix his mistake, so Nick was in trouble or embarrassed for taking his friend's style idea. His eyes darted all around the room until his eyes settled on a bright red throw blanket. He walked over and grabbed it fast. He approached the three, discussing the outfit issue confidently.

"Try this, Nick?" He handed it to him.

"Jared, this is great." Nick laid the blanket out and sat on it. He pulled out his new unreleased candy cane-flavored lip balm and looked at Laura and the photographer expectantly.

"Okay." The cameraman started taking shots of Nick posing with minimal directions.

"Nice work, Jared." Laura stood back by him as they watched Nick smile and laugh. "He seems more comfortable," she noted. Nick came over after the shots were done.

"Can I do a few with Jared?" Nick puppy dog-eyed Laura.

"No. No. I look so bad." Jared humbly refused.

"Sure." Laura saw all of Nick's exhaustion turn into enthusiasm. Nick grabbed Jared and rushed them over to the clothes.

"You are going to do so good." Nick started looking for something to fit Jared.

"Nick, I'm literally the worst. It's why I didn't get chosen before."

"You have modeling experience, right?" Nick looked at his worried friend.

"So I lied on my application." Jared owned up to his flaw.

"You did what?" Nick busted up laughing.

"I really wanted the gig." He flushed red, exposing himself.

"Okay, well, this is really easy. This isn't like Matt's Prada gigs." Nick rolled his eyes and handed Jared a makeshift outfit based on the color scheme of the next shoot. Jared went and changed, noting that the clothes weren't a perfect fit but unnoticeable.

"We'll have you over here. And Jared can do this." Laura planned to involve Jared. "I know it's not my job to get in your personal lives too much, but as your manager, I do want to say one thing." Laura took her chance to speak to Nick alone.

"Yeah?" Nick braced himself for the lecture that wouldn't mean anything since they were just best friends.

"There is a difference between just friends and best friends, Nick. Just friends don't look at each other the way you look at him. And best friends never stay just friends." She smiled. Before Nick could give his usual speech to her too, Jared emerged. "Wonderful. Remember, just be yourself."

"I'm nervous," Jared whispered to Nick so only he could hear.

"Come here." Nick wrapped an arm around Jared's waist and pulled him in close. Nick's action was meant to make him feel safer, but it only made him feel flustered more. Nick handed Jared his product to model with, and the flashes started popping off. Jared felt a sensation similar to sleeping; he only moved and went with the flow with no control over his body. "Try this." Nick started to apply the balm to Jared's plush lips. Nick looked deeply into the green eyes he never cared for before. This time, he saw the twinkling staring daringly back at him. Jared started pressing the tube to Nick's lips and watched as the pressure slowly pulled his bottom lip to the right. Jared licked his bottom lip slightly from the unexpected tingly sensation the candy cane flavor had to it. His eyes never left Nick's.

"I think we got everything," the photographer announced. The boys both looked around, trying to see who saw their shared moment. The only person Nick caught a glimpse of was Laura, who smirked knowingly.

"You only did one flavor?" Jared leaned against the prop counter.

"We only planned marketing for the candy cane one so far. I'm sure by tomorrow, I'll have an email to go over plans for the gingerbread and hot cocoa flavors." Nick fully applied the test tube to his lips. "Besides, I'm tired. I've spent the last five days traveling. I'd like just to go home and relax with Matt and Chris." Jared wasn't sure if he was just sharing or if that was a subtle hint to wanting some space from him specifically.

"I appreciate you letting me come to your family's Christmas, and thank you for coming along to mine." Jared and Nick grabbed their travel bags.

"You know you are welcome at any time, and I'm glad you invited me. Those candy cane cookies were amazing," Nick gushed.

"I saw they might have made a special appearance in some photos." Nick paused for a second.

"I hope that was okay?" He looked nervous. "I just wanted something to make it not look so staged and fake." They waited for the Lyft.

"Totally fine. I thought it was cute." Jared smiled down at Nick to show him he was being genuine.

"Do you want to hang out tomorrow?" Nick looked up at him. The car pulled up to take him home.

"I can't. I have some work stuff I need to do before Christmas." Jared didn't want to decline, but he knew that since they were back in LA, he needed to try to focus on a few other things.

"That's fine, just text me." Nick got into his car and closed the door. As the car drove off, all he could do was think. He wondered if Jared was thinking as much about that moment in the car as he was? He wanted to know what he was thinking about that moment, but most importantly, he wanted to know what was Jared thinking of him.

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b2cute · 10 months ago

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boy next door

chris sturniolo x reader

summary: you stumble into someone at a party one day, drink and confused. he was willing to take you home which you accept, only for things to change…

warnings: suggestive, drinking, smoking

notes: first ever series (if you saw this already no u didn’t)

"Honey, come down for breakfast before it gets cold!" My mom calls out. I was hungover from the night before. my best friend Trinity and I partied a bit too hard, after all, I had a rough week.

*flashback*

"C'mon, it'l be fun y/n. you never go to parties with me and this is the best way to get out of your shell for once" Trin cheers. her friend Brayden was hosting an end-of-the year summer kickoff and wanted me to go with her. Finals were finished so I had no school to worry about, it was just the fact that Trinity was all I had.

Earlier that year I was in a big friend group. We were so close and told each other everything. One night at a sleepover, I was getting ready for bed when one of the girls told me to go and pick up the doordash order outside the house. I get up from my spot and go to the door and look around and see nothing when I heard the door slam and a lock click behind me. My clothes were thrown out from the windows next to the gate and I was left stranded at 3:00 am. I couldn't go home. not after an argument with my mom, so I decided to go to Trinity's. We were only lab partners so she was weirded out when I showed up to her house but quickly understood the situation.

Ever since, we have been inseparable.

"Fine I'll go, but don't expect me to have fun" I groan throwing my head back. "Yeah yeah, that's what they all say" Trinity rolled her eyes back and laughed. We were sitting on the floor in her room in front of a huge mirror. I was doing my makeup and Trinity was straightening her long, black hair. She was perfect in my eyes. Icey blue eyes and a tall figure, it was like a model sent to me. Trinity always knew the best advice and encouraged me to be my best self which I appreciated everyday.

As I finished my makeup I started on Trinity's and added some rhinestones as eyeliner to her face. We quickly finished packing everything up and began choosing our outfits. I wanted to be simple, so I decided to go with baggy camo pants and a black-fitting top. I added gold jewelry pinned my front pieces behind my ears and threw shoes on. Trinity dressed up in white cargo and a blue tank top with matching dunks.

While waiting for our Uber, Trinity took insta pictures for me and I reciprocated by doing the same to her.

Eventually , the Uber got to her house, and we went out.

We pull into the driveway and leave the Uber, thanking him in action. the house was average-sized, your typical house party with red solo cups everywhere, flashing lights, drunk people dancing, and of course couples on top of each other. I never really understood PDA. It kinda grossed me out. Just the thought of getting all up in your partner's business wasn't something | partook in, but others disagreed with me completely.

Immediately the smell of weed and the purple LED lights hit at once, and I felt my head starting to spin. "Hey! I'm so glad you two could make it. Y/n, right?" a tall brunette figure spoke. "Hi it's so nice to meet you as well, I didn't quite catch your name tho." I returned. Trinity pulled him into a hug, laughing at my comment. "Brayden" the boy spoke. He pushed his hand to his chest acting hurt by my words which I returned a playful slap on his shoulder.

We kept walking through the party and met up with some other girls, immediately taking shots. I normally didn't drink but who cares? It's the first day of summer might as well.

It was starting to get late. I knew I was going to drink but after one drink and another, I couldn't stop. My legs felt like jelly and my arms were going numb. My head was pounding, but I still felt so good. "I'm going to head out Trin, I'll see you later," I say to Trinity, barely in my mind. "Okay, get home safe and drink water," she remarks, even though she is just as drunk. I nod and start to find the nearest bathroom, needing to pee before ordering an Uber.

Once I reached the bathroom, I pull out my phone to order an Uber, but fail when my phone dies. "Are you fucking with me, cmon" I whine to myself, extending the “n”. I decide that's a problem for later as I use the bathroom and finish up.

I open the door and begin walking down the hall, back to where the party was happening, maybe Brayden was sober and could give me a ride.

As I start walking I hold onto the wall next to me, stumbling every so often. My head was pounding and I couldn't think straight when suddenly a liquid was splashed all over my top. "Holy shit I'm so sorry" a voice spoke over me.

I looked down at my top to see it drenched in whatever they had in their drink. "I swear it's only water, so it shouldn't ruin your top." The voice spoke again, now with a worried tone. "It's fine, don't worry about it," I said, backing up a little to see who I was speaking to, but fail as I stumble backward.

Before I could hit the floor, I’m picked up with my arm wrapped around them. The smell of cologne hitting me immediately. "Mmmm you smell good" I say against the person holding me. "Dior Sauvage sweetheart, are you alone?" they questioned. I look up to see a brunette boy, not Brayden but definitely similar. He was wearing gray pants and a hoodie. "N-по im with a friend but I was just leaving now" I mumble. My head was now throbbing and all I could think about was my bed.

"If you trust me enough I can give you a ride?" he offers. I knew it was risky, but god did I want to go home. "Yes please" I eagerly replied, both my hands were grabbing his biceps to keep me up, and his hands stayed right above my waist, at a respectful spot. "Okay," he said, and in one quick swift, I was being carried. My arms find a way around the boy's neck and I hide my head into his neck. I close my eyes as the smell of weed hits me once again while we exit the house.

"We’re almost at your place hang in there, kid" The boy chuckles. I was lying in the passenger seat with the chair reclined slightly and my feet were on the dashboard. My head was against the window as it still banged in pain. I nod to let him know I am listening, but instantly knocked out.

*end of flashback*

I finally roll out of bed and make my bed. No matter how hungover I was, my need to be organized won me over. I tidy up the room and head to the bathroom. I freshened up my face and threw on lounge clothes and uggs as I made my way to my vanity to start my makeup. I kept it light, considering my head pain, but I needed to look presentable so my mom wouldn't get suspicious.

It’s always been me and her, my dad left before I was born. For so weird reasons, I never found interest in finding him or even wanting a dad. Sure, Father's day was awkward, but other than that, I didn't mind. It wasn’t like I even knew his birthday.

I threw my hair in a slick back bun and sprayed my signature perfume. Finally finished, I head downstairs to my mom.

"Look who decided to show up," my mom says. I roll my eyes sit down on the stool and begin snarfing down the waffles she made me. "How was girls' night?" she asks. I almost choked on my waffle remembering I lied to her. "Oh u-uhm it was good!" I lied, my face was burning up. I quickly drink some orange juice to help with the coughing and took a deep breath before continuing my breakfast.

"Well I'm heading out for a shift, but can you bring this plate to the house across the street?" my mom says. She was holding out a plate of freshly baked chocolate chip cookies. "Mom, no one lives there who would eat those?" I say. the house has been up for sale a while now. "A family moved in there yesterday morning, but I forgot to get them anything so I waited 'till today" she continues.

I groan before taking the cookies and placing them next to me. "You’re the best sweetheart, I won't be home till later, so feel free to use my card and get yourself dinner" she says, kissing me for head and beginning to leave. "Thank you, mom, love you!" I call out. I look out to see her blow me a kiss and start the car before driving off to the hospital. She is the best nurse I know.

I finish my breakfast and put it in the dishwasher before grabbing my phone and the cookies while heading out of the house myself. I lock the door and step out to the porch, the cool hair hitting me in an instant. I make my way to the house across the street.

Similar to mine, it was a two-story traditional house. The house had a brown exterior with a beautiful lawn that had a basketball court in the driveway. I skip over some steps and give the big brown door a knock and waiting a moment for someone to answer me. "I'll get it!" a voice shouts from inside. I hear shuffling to the door before it finally unlocks. But, my face instantly drops in shock.

It was the boy from the party.

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twstfanblog · 1 year ago

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*~Family Feud~*

AN: This has been done for DAYS I just didn't get a chance to read it over because I dropped two outfit descriptions in this and I wanted to draw them out. Instead, I decided to get this out and stop hoarding it. XD

Also an introduction to one of my Twist OC's I'll do my best to get a proper bio of him and link it at a later date.

Word Count: 5.4K

Warnings: Toxic family dynamics, Disregard of adopted family, She/They Yuu OC. My own canon of Silver's backstory mixed with canon.

Pairings: Mallus x Yuu

Enjoy~!

Starter, Part 1(Pomefiore), Part 2 (Heartslabyul), Part 3 (Here)

Diasomnia was strangely desolate, something that Louis wasn't really expecting. He would have thought the dorm would reflect Briar Valley. The times he'd seen the valley, it was full of lush vegetation, life seeming to spill out of every corner. The only place that looked vaguely like these densely packed dead woods was the royal castle of the Draconia’s. But, even then, the castle had a beautiful rose garden. At the thought of the Briar royalty he scowled, his resolve only growing as he stomped through the woods. Eyes roaming through the trees looking for someone.

Louis Durand was the eldest son and crown prince of Ulstead, one of the longest-standing royal families of Twisted Wonderland. Honey-blonde hair and aurora-colored eyes showing his heritage of the Knight of Dawn. His light-plated iron clinked, gold and iron mix giving off a pale sunshine hue, added protection from his basic princely attire. Long hair braided back and pinned with his family’s crest acting as a crown.

Soon he finds someone, his eyes widening before a smile breaks out on his face. He picks up his pace seeing the figure under the tree slowly open his eyes. Silver hair and dressed in a black and green military uniform, Louis couldn’t keep his voice quiet as he ran closer, " Beau!"

Matching aurora eyes snap open at the name. Silver sighs under his breath, not sure if staying asleep would be better or worse in this situation. Instead, he stood up, waiting for the prince to reach him and for the common argument to start.

Malleus walked with Yuu, smiling at the pout on the human's face, "Why are you so upset, my dear? It's a lovely day and I have you all to myself. Why the long face?" In hand was his spinning wheel wand. He didn’t have his pen in such form normally, But while in his dorm uniform, the staff was perfect for the overall look. Plus, it felt good to wear such regal wear with his child of man in their own new dorm uniform of Ramshackle.

Lilia himself was delighted seeing the outfit, saying Yuu looked like a troublesome fairy he had a run-in with long ago. A light tealish green button-up shirt with bluebell-shaped sleeves. A darker grey-teal vest over the shirt, a series of leather belts wrapped around their waist to hold an assortment of things, one of which being a bag of marbles. (For purposes Yuu told the others.) The vest had multiple tail ends, layering into a rough jagged line like the edge of a leaf. Leggings patterned with asymmetrical lines to mirror shattered glass. The look was pulled together with a pair of leather pirate-style boots that folded over their knees and a worn-looking navy captain’s hat, refurbished lightly to match the color of their dorm better.

Malleus himself could see what Lilia meant when Yuu wore their new uniform. Though it was a collaborative design by Divus and Yuu, the final result came out very close to the common fashion of Briar Valley. And with their temper and short stature (Compared to him), Yuu truly reminded him of the trickster fairies of the woods. Oh, the times Malleus had to keep Silver from being led astray by little wings of glitter. At the very least, Yuu gave kisses instead of deceiving the innocent…Well, Yuu does the same but it was normally unlethal. Now looking down at his lover, he smiles, tilting his head at the pouting human. He wonders if he could get away with calling them a pixie. He chuckles, raising an arm to place around their shoulders, “Come, let me hold you.”

Yuu huffs, leaning away from Malleus' arm as he tries to bring them closer. They glare at the tall fae, crossing their arms across their chest, "You know very well I wanted to meet your grandma. And you have the gall to stand there, looking cute, and call me over here after you already sent her home!"

The laugh Malleus let out was loud like thunder, it would almost be threatening if not for the warmth in his smile. He leans down, forehead resting on Yuu's as he looked into their eyes, "Are you truly upset you couldn't meet my grandmother? Or are you upset you haven't been able to embarrass me in front of my maternal figure like you've done your other lovers?"

They scoff, turning around to walk away from Malleus, but didn't try to move when he wrapped his arm around them. Yuu rested against his chest, sighing forlornly as they placed their hand over their forehead, "All I ask is to look into your grandmother and have her look back at me…"

"..." Malleus laughs, standing up and moving Yuu to face him directly, "You know, I may consider introducing you to my grandmother more if you stopped insinuating she is the void."

"Have you ever seen your grandmother and the void in the same room? I haven't." They laugh at Malleus' smile, pulling him down and leaning in to kiss his cheek. Giving him another seeing how the fae beamed under the physical affection.

Their sweet moment was interrupted by shouting, the sound of it getting closer and closer. Sharing a look, Malleus stands back to full height, a hand placed on the middle of Yuu’s back, the two of them walking toward the sounds of arguing.

"-before someone sees us, we should go!"

"Louis, please just go. I'm not having this argument with you again…"

Yuu blinks at the unknown boy trying to pull Silver through the woods, the gray-haired boy digging his heels into the dirt. Silver looked more annoyed than distressed at the manhandling, but, Yuu still pulled her golf club from the back holster Crewel had designed for them, "Hey! The fuck’s going on here?"

Her shout was enough for the both of them to look over in surprise, giving Silver the chance to finally slip out of the mystery boy's hold. The 2nd year was quick to join them, standing just slightly behind Malleus on his side in his normal position as a retainer. For whatever reason it made the boy glare, frowning fiercely at Malleus.

"Still insulting the Ulstead crown with your display, I see. He should be in jewels and celebrated! Not set to the side to be forgotten and overlooked by your people!"

Malleus' mirthful attitude was gone, a bored look on his face as he looked down his nose at the armor-clad boy.

Seeing Malleus wasn’t going to grace the stranger with an answer, Yuu spoke up. Their golf club swinging lazily to tap against their calf, "While I agree Silver is a national treasure, you can't just be grabbing and dragging people around like they owe you money."

The stranger opens his mouth, poised to start yelling at them too before he freezes. Looking at them, his eyes widen in shock, "You're human?"

"Good eyes, now explain yourself-"

"Fair maiden you must come with me at once! This land of fae and fowl isn't safe nor suitable for humans!" He reached out, moving to grab onto Yuu's wrist only to be forced back by a crackle of green lightning.

Yuu was just as surprised, blinking when Silver pulled them farther behind Malleus and missing the prominent anger in the fae's eyes as dark clouds began to gather above them.

Malleus’s eyes seemed to glow the darker the area became, his face a deadly edge of sober as he tilted his head slightly, "You dare try to abscond with my treasures? I would think your family knows a dragon does not give from their hoard so lightly…"

The stranger matched Malleus' expression, taking a step forward before he was interrupted by Silver sighing.

"Louis. Please. Just go home. I've long made my choice and I would like it if you and your family to respect it."

“They’re our family!” Louis' face crumbles, a hand reaching out in a pleading motion toward Silver, " Beau, please just come home with me. We can talk this out with the family and see if you've been cursed like father thinks. If all is well we can go from there."

Yuu casts a confused look toward Silver, raising an eyebrow, "Beau?"

Silver shakes his head, not wanting to explain, missing Malleus locking eyes with Louis. A smug smirk grew on the fae’s face before he spoke.

" I would like it if you left my brother be. He doesn't wish to speak to you."

"He is not your brother you accursed, bastard!"

"Now, now. There's no need for all of this yelling…"

Lilia dropped down from above a few paces away. Instead of his normal dorm uniform, he wore a tight thorn pattern long-sleeve top, the high neckline hidden by a false collar and a bright green tie with a complex-looking knot. Long pants tucked into knee-length lace-up boots. His oversized jacket was replaced with an open-back vest in the dorm colors, long coattails trailing behind him. The look pulled together with his normal dorm accessories, the vest showing off the spiked spine brace the Diasomnia students regularly wear.

His youthful face was strangely in a neutral expression. He looks to Louis, not even flinching at the glare. Turning to him fully, Lilia gives a polite smile, trying to calm the enraged boy, "Prince Louis. I understand the campus is open to all visitors. But, you are aware Silver doesn't wish to speak to you or the other Ulstead royals unless it is at the yearly treaty festival or you’ve called ahead of time."

Louis stomps forward, getting directly in Lilia's face to snarl, "His name is Beau, you thief!"

"Enough!" Silver steps forward, standing beside Lilia and only stopping at the hand gripping his arm, keeping him closer to Lilia, "I will not let you talk to my father like this."

"He isn't your father!" Louis looks to Silver, eyes pleading, "Beau, no matter what they've told you, they're lying to you. They aren't your true family and all we want is for you to come home to us…"

Silver’s face clenches, almost winning in the fight to not grimace. His fists ball up at his sides, turning his head away from Louis as he muttered, “Who I care for isn’t your choice to make…”

Lilia glances at Silver from the corner of his eye. Seeing Silver's anger, he opened his mouth to calm his son, only to have Louis speak before him.

"He won't love you like a real father would. You know that. You'll be dead and gone long before he even has time to care about you."

That was enough to make Silver crumble, the 2nd year hunching into himself hoping to hide away from the other's hurtful words.

The sound of thunder and lightning was deafening. The dark clouds overhead that had eclipsed the sun were almost meaningless as a single bolt of lightning illuminated the grounds, striking dangerously close to the group. Both of which were ignored by Lilia, scooping Silver into his arms.

Placing the taller boy onto his hip and supporting his legs while glaring at the human prince, "If you'll excuse us, my son seems to be under the weather. I'm going to get him inside to rest."

Lilia doesn't look back, walking away like Silver weighed less than nothing in his hold. Even with his confused expression, Silver soon relaxed, properly latching onto his father and resting his head against the top of Lilia's hair.

Yuu looks over to Louis, frowning at the other human's intense glare at the retreating figures, "You know, as a fellow human? That was extremely fucked up, you know that, right? Like severely fucked."

"I quite agree with my child of man." Malleus' face was stone cold, his tinted lips curling over a fang as he snarled, "It was fucked."

“What’s fucked,” Louis somehow made the vitriol in his voice even harsher, eyes glaring into Malleus’ cold green iris, “Is stealing a prince and making him a guard to the enemy of his nation.”

Malleus leans in, a small smile showing his fangs as he spoke in a soft mocking tone, “He wasn’t stolen by fae hands. Nor are we enemies, the treaty was signed nearly 20 years ago Prince Durand.” His smile drops, voice almost a growl, “You’d do well to remember that.”

Louis’ hand reached toward his sword, managing to draw it out only a few inches before a force slammed into the hilt of the blade, forcing it back into the sheath. The head of a golf club resting on top of the rounded metal of the weapon, Yuu’s dark eyes glaring into his own morning dews, the silent promise clear in their actions. He huffed, his glare only barely softening as he addressed Yuu, “Stand down, maiden. I don’t know why you’ve allied yourself with this fae, but he is not to be trusted.”

“With all disrespect? What I do with the future father of my child is none of your business.”

Malleus’ magic forms around Yuu faster than she could swing and faster than Louis could grab her. The green aura glittered around her, lifting Yuu into the air and away from the human’s out-reaching hand. Louis glared at the prince, his hand clenching into the open air.

Louis closes his eyes, trying to calm his breathing before looking up at Yuu, “You…Miss, you can’t be serious! The Draconia family is founded on the wicked deeds of the Thorn Fairy herself! To be a human and want to continue that line-”

“I’m gonna stop you right there.” Yuu was now lounging in the air, golf club resting over their crossed legs, “I’m going to do my best to be…polite with my reasonings. I don’t care, I just don’t care. I like Malleus, so I find no issue in doing him this kindness as his close platonic-romantic friend-soulmate. The choices I made to carry the potential apocalypse baby are just that. My choices. Just like Silver apparently chose to be Silver instead of Beau. Learn to live with it. Cope, seethe even. But don’t make it our problem when clearly you’re the only one bothered.”

The expression on Louis’ face was odd. A strange mixture of anger yet heartbreak, the type of look that spoke of internal struggle. Yuu almost had enough time to feel bad, opening their mouth to give some kind of comfort, before the human royal’s face steels.

Louis stepped back, rolling his shoulders into the proper position and looking into Malleus’ eyes with a neutral expression, “Apologies for my outburst Prince Draconia. I will take what you said into consideration. Good day to you and your…” His face fights against the sneer he wants to pull, “Consort…Good day.” With that, he spins in his iron-plated heel, stomping his way back toward the dorm’s mirror.

“...” Yuu turns to Malleus, still floating in the air, “Put me down.” Malleus raises an eyebrow, but doesn’t take his eyes off of Louis until he was well in the distance, “Why…?” “I’m gonna beat his ass.”

A smile breaks across his face, looking out from the corner of his eye to see the glare on the prefect. Yuu never failed to entertain, always having a gesture or words that would pull him from sour moods and episodes of sorrow. Be it a physical reminder of their friendship or a verbal assurance of their shared devotions, Yuu always made him smile, even when he didn’t want to.

Malleus shakes his head, “No. You have no need to engage in combat with the likes of him. You are my consort after all.” He starts to walk toward the dorm, keeping Yuu suspended in the air with his magic. In their current mood, they were more likely to ignore his words and chase the prince down than listen. His thoughts reminded him of Silver and Lilia’s emotional states, the urge to check on them growing once Louis’ presence was fully gone.

“Oh, is that gonna be your new favorite word? Because you’re gonna make Jamil and Azul jealous. They can only call me ‘girlfriend’ for now.”

“I suppose they can cope then. Seethe even.”

“Stop stealing my words! You make it sound so much fancier when you say it.”

Malleus chuckles, bringing Yuu closer to place another kiss against their cheek, “Cope.”

Diasomnia’s dorm was massive, scary, and regal. It was also peacefully quiet when Malleus and Yuu walked inside. The families that were chatting away in the common area had all vacated, leaving the room bare except for Sebek, Lilia, and Silver. The pearly-haired human was sleeping, head resting on Lilia’s lap while the short fae caressed his hair.

Walking to the couch, Yuu sat beside Lilia, Malleus taking the armchair that Sebek instantly jumped up to stand beside.

"So I have to ask, why the outfit change?"

Giggling, Lilia turned to look at Yuu, a sneaky smile on his face, "While I normally, as you say 'serve cunt', I decided to change into something semi-respectable since I knew visitors of the valley were coming." He gestures mildly to his new outfit, "As such I picked something that echoes my old war armor."

“Well you failed, you’re still serving cunt, good sir. But next question…Who was his royal dick?” Yuu asks, their voice hushed even though they knew Silver wasn’t going to wake up with anything less than Sebek screaming in his face.

Lilia sighs, “Prince Louis Durand. Crown prince of Ulstead and…” He sighs again, the force of it almost fully deflating him, “And Silver’s twin.”

“He has one of those?”

Sebek scoffs, rolling his eyes but refusing to say anything. He grew up dealing with the human prince’s numerous visits. Louis would do everything he could to exclude Sebek, but Silver was just as vigilant in making sure he was involved. Once, Silver held onto Sebek’s hand and refused to let go for the whole visit. It took both Baul and Lilia to pull them apart once Louis had left, Silver claiming he couldn’t unclench his hand.

“Yes…It’s a long story, but by fae laws Silver is mine and his blood family isn’t too happy about it.”

Yuu tilted their head, “I wouldn’t be either, this is extremely suspicious. Lilia, you said you found Silver on the ground.”

“I-” Lilia realizes what Yuu was insinuating, snapping his face up to pout at the prefect, “I did.”

“Lilia, how do you find a baby prince on a random forest floor?”

The pink-haired fae huffs, arms wrapping tighter around Silver’s sleeping form, “Well, I did! Believe me or not, I found him fair and square. He even picked me over them so they have no right to complain…”

Yuu smiled, always loving to pick at Lilia when the older fae would get annoyed with her, “Your story is falling apart. Did the baby pick you or did you find him, Lilia? What is it you want me to believe?”

Lilia was fast, a hand reaching out and pinching Yuu’s ear to tug on it. He hisses out a shush while she squirms in his hold, “Hush, let me tell you what happened…”

Silver was led to the palace throne room, his small hand gripping onto Sir Baul's as the old fae stared ahead. He was stern as usual when he came to collect him, but the look he had when he called Silver made his stomach twist. Sebek had gone quiet again, only waving goodbye as Baul led him from the room. He didn't know what was happening as the double doors of the throne room opened. On one side of the room stood his father and on the other side stood a group of strangers wearing the same colors as the people who stormed their home.

Days ago, he and his father had to flee to the palace when a group of human knights broke down their door in the middle of the night. Silver had never felt such terror, watching his father fight off a squad of intruders before scooping him into his arms. He had jumped from the bedroom window, Silver only in his pajamas and Lilia still smelling of burning flesh from iron as he sprinted into the woods.

They reached the palace, a number of fae knights riding into the woods at his father's report. He wasn't proud of it, but he cried when he had to leave his father's arms. The short fae smiled and teased him, saying he was only getting bandaged and to not be so silly. He was sulking about later in his brother's Malleus’ arms. He was six years old, he shouldn't be crying as such anymore.

Over the next few days, Silver was with Malleus for most of the day. Sebek joined them and was oddly soft-spoken, the younger boy looking at him pained and heartbroken but wouldn't tell him why. He would hear voices echoing in shouts in the halls, unknown knights staring at him. Their eyes made him nervous before Malleus whisked him away. But now, in the throne room, Malleus was standing beside the queen, looking upset and refusing to meet his eyes. Even father wouldn’t look at him, only the glamourously dressed family standing on the other side of the room would look toward him.

Her Majesty spoke, her voice an odd mix of cold yet cordial, “Silver-”

The unknown woman, who Silver now realized also had a crown in her braided warm brown hair, snapped. Her soft smile turned into a vicious frown as she rounded to the Queen, “His name is Beau.”

Her Majesty simply sighed, just barely keeping from rolling her eyes, a hand held up to calm the guards and Malleus, “Child. You are being offered a choice on this day. It is your choice alone if you return home with either Lilia Vanrouge or the royal family of Ulstead, the Durands. Make your decision judicially, you will not gain another.”

…

Silver looked over to the strangers. Whatever anger the woman had felt was gone, leaving behind a kind person who reached out to him before pulling her hand back to her chest. Looking at them closely, he fully saw just how lavish their clothing was, soft and bright colors unfound in the valley since so many made their living working with nature or potions (It’d get dirty so quickly). Delicate light fabrics with sewn-in gems and woven gold threads. They looked at him with such hope. Around them, guards of that knight stood showing chests of gold shiny board swords and armor. A boy who looked so similar yet different from him smiled, a stuffed bear held tightly in his arms.

He waved, bowing his head in a show of respect for the visiting royalty, but the beaming grins they gave back to him didn’t ease the discomfort he felt. He was sure the woman was one second away from rushing over to him and taking him in her arms, never to be seen again.

To the other side was his father. Standing silently and still, so unlike himself it made Silver more uncomfortable than the overly friendly strangers. Father stood in just the cloak he had on when they absconded to the palace, the black cloth hiding his body and long hair tied into a low ponytail. He wouldn’t look at him, he wasn’t even smiling. Silver had never seen his father so…impartial. It was frightening, but it only cemented the fact Lilia was his father.

Looking the fae over, Silver’s mind brought to light just how much he knew about his father. He knew the exact cloak he had managed to grab. A flash of yellowish-green peaking from the hood. The fruits of his and Sebek’s sewing lesson from weeks ago. Silver knew in that hood was a crudely stitched-in bat (From when he was in the war his father told him, to keep others from stealing his cloak), a simple bright green oval, a chartreuse blob to mimic a crocodile, and a simple ivory-colored smaller bat. Father always stated it was his lucky cloak.

Though he tried to hide it, Silver knew his father’s hair was streaked with blocks of white strands. They were debating on which color he was going to dye it next. Silver was so close to convincing him to try orange, he knew it’d look ridiculous, but his father would do it if he could persuade him properly.

And the final secret Silver could easily see was how his father fidgeted with the bracelet he had gifted him. It was something of a nervous tick, the fae would at times look into the distance and simply tape his sharp nails against the seeds. Sometimes Silver worried he would break the charm one day, only to watch the same worry overtake his father would he seemingly tapped too hard.

He wasn’t sure of the severity of this decision, but he had his options and his choice was clear.

Silver squared his shoulders, keeping his eyes trained on his father as he walked towards him. His stride only stops when the woman gives a heartbroken cry of ‘Beau’. He looked over his shoulder, seeing the strange family crumbled, tears gathering in their eyes. The woman all but falls to the floor, being held up by her husband who looks at him in disapproval. The boy’s expression hurts, it’s pleading, heartbroken. Silver strangely felt for him the most, but he couldn’t leave his father to his lonesome.

Before long Silver was standing right in front of Lilia, bright aurora-colored eyes trying to catch glittering magenta ones. Lilia laughs, short and almost damp. He finally looks at Silver, expression pained as he fights back his tears, “You wish to go with me?”

Silver nods, not a moment of hesitation, “I’m ready to go home now father.”

Lilia doesn’t hesitate either. Scooping Silver into his arms, tucking his son’s face into his neck and walking from the chamber at a quick pace. Silver hears chaos engulf the room, the woman from before starting to scream in anger and Her Majesty raising her voice to demand she calms herself. Silver looks up from his father’s collar, catching hauntingly similar aurora eyes before the doors close behind them.

“Of course the Durands never let it rest. Maleficia was honest with them…” Lilia sighed, looking down at a sleeping Silver, “Silver doesn’t count as ‘Stolen by Fae’. As such there was no trade, so no proper test could be given and Silver was left to pick where he went.”

“Did they not…think he would pick you? I mean you were his dad for his whole life…”

Malleus sighed from his chair, eyes gazing into the green fireplace, he hint of annoyance curling his lip, “My grandmother warned them of that likelihood. But they were insistent on Silver knowing he’d want to be with ‘his blood’...” Malleus wouldn’t speak of the shouting match that broke out when Lilia fled the room with Silver. But, he was just as smug when his grandmother smiled and explained to the wailing queen that Silver had made his choice.

“The silly boy really just walked up to me with no doubt in his heart. But, from there, the Durand family was calling at our home near weekly.” Lilia sighs, remembering the string of panic attacks he’d gain waking up to iron-clad knights banging on his cottage's front door. The number of letters he’d start to just burn in the fireplace, each one detailing and painting him as a wicked being for stealing a vulnerable infant from his loving home.

Yuu scoffed, leaning back into the couch, “What? So they just show up every few days to bother you guys and shout that you’re not a real family?”

“Not nearly as much as before. But basically.” Sebek sighed, shaking his head in mild irritation, “The king and queen have stopped coming so often, only at the yearly Peace Treaty celebration held at our borders.”

“They stopped visiting around Silver’s 10th birthday…Louis still spends his summers camped out in the woods with his posse.” Malleus pouts, the windows darkening as his mood briefly soured, muttering under his breath, “They keep sending him gifts heavy in iron though…”

Lilia caresses Silver’s head, smiling at his serene face, “Louis always tried so hard to be by Silver the first few visits. He was more docile when beside him, but when anyone tried to detach them, he’d throw such tantrums.”

Malleus looked to Lilia, eyes lidded in annoyance, “Tanturms. Lilia, he stabbed you when you tried to wipe Silver’s face.”

Lilia waves Malleus’s words off, ignoring Yuu’s surprised laughter, “It didn’t even draw blood. Barely counts as a stab.”

Lilia would never lie, but he never told the whole truth either. He never told Maleficia the truth the night he brought a human baby for her blessing and he thinks he never will. He didn’t lie, he never stole Silver. But, he never told anyone the whole story.

He met the Knight of Dawn the night Maleaonor died, the knight had saved both his and Malleus’ lives. They barely spoke, eyes meeting before the knight turned around. He told him and Baul to run, that he’d deal with whoever entered the tunnel after them.

It’s embarrassing, Lilia thinks to himself sometimes. The fact that simple action was enough to make his heart flutter, in the moment he attributed it to his adrenaline. But he still blushed and whispered under his breath a basic blessing as a thank you.

Lilia thinks he’s cursed to take care of the children of those he loves. He cared about Maleficia for taking him in and then he became Maleanor’s keeper. He loved Maleanor and Revan, Malleus was more his mother’s son than his father’s he’s realizing. And only once his heart fluttered and now he’s staring down at a sobbing infant.

He wasn’t sure why he walked to this old place, taken over by the people who killed his friend and orphaned his charge. But a part of him was happy he did. Two children in a basic bassinet, one sleeping peacefully while the other wailed. How his sibling didn’t wake up worried Lilia, but he decided to tend to the screaming one first.

One blessing later, the baby’s golden hair turned Silver. At least whoever took care of them would be able to tell them apart now. Soon he pulled away from the bassinet, leaving the awake infant to start crying again. It pained him to leave the poor dears, but they were human and he was a fae. He couldn’t look after them properly. So he’d drop a hint to the Human kingdom, something about hearing the sounds of a crying baby in the abandoned ‘First Castle’.

It was easy to connect the dots when the neighboring kingdom spoke of the joyous event of the queen birthing two twin boys. Lilia was fine with that, those boys deserved a happy home full of love and care. One he could not give, not since his own efforts took so long to even hatch Malleus. A human child can’t live as long as it takes for him to muster enough love for a child to be raised on.

But only a week later, walking through the woods in his late-night musings, he hears a familiar cry. In the silver band of moonlight, he finds that same infant crying nestled in the roots of a dying tree. The basic nightgown was gone, the baby simply wrapped in a blanket, though surprisingly a thin gold chain with a familiar golden ring. Lilia so badly wanted to turn and walk away, maybe leave another tip to the humans they seemed to be missing a whole baby.

Instead, the infant cried, tiny pudgy hands reaching out to him for comfort. He really had gotten weak in his old age. Sweeping the baby into his arms he hummed the lullaby he’s been singing for centuries. And as the baby slept in his arms he smiled, walking back to his cottage, “Guess I will be taking care of you after all, aren’t I little one?”

Lilia didn’t take this child. He never even lifted him from that bassinet when he found both of them. This wasn’t kidnapping nor an act of theft. He was simply taking in a child he found in the woods and that’s all anyone had to know.

“Hmm…You need a name…Silver, Like a moonbeam in the dark…” He laughed, pressing a kiss to the soft strands, “And for your hair!”

Lilia wouldn’t tell the whole story, but he didn’t lie. He found Silver in the forest and he was his son.

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Traveling Adventures

Summary: The Seresin-Bradshaw family takes a trip to Disney World.

Pairings: Jake Seresin x Daughter!Reader, Bradley Bradshaw x Daughter!Reader

Warnings: Swearing, Fluff, Little Y/N crying (if that is a warning)

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Our Little Girl

A/N: Little Y/N is 3 yrs old

A/N Pt. 2: Yes Jake's name, later on, is turned to Pops but for now it's 'Daddy', I figured it would be an easier name for her to say since she is 3 and it rolled off the tongue for this fic.

Little Y/N was now 3 years old and her parents and grandparents thought it would be a good idea to take her on a trip that she could remember. Where to you ask? Well, none other than Disney World. From an early age, she made it very clear that she liked Disney movies and characters. So Bradley and Jake took some time off of work and bought tickets to Disney World. They headed to Florida in a week, leaving on early Friday morning and staying for at least a week. They decided to do it during the summer because she was out of school, and they had several days of vacation racked up over the years and months plus they had some higher-ups in the family so nobody batted an eye.

Jake and Bradley being Jake and Bradley decided to wait until the last minute, more like a day before, Thursday, to start getting ready and pack. Some clothes they wanted to take needed to be washed so they were up all night washing them and Little Y/N would not go to sleep for anything too excited about their trip, until about 3 AM and she crashed hard. They had to be up at 7 AM and Y/N up at 8 AM to be at the airport at 9 AM and catch their plane which started boarding at 11 AM. They figured to get there early since they had a 3-year-old with them. They were going to drive and leave their car but talked through it, Bradley didn't want anyone near his precious Bronco and Jake didn't want anywhere his precious blacked-out Ford F-150 so, Maverick and Ice said they would take them since Carole and Goose had plans already.

Being a typical 3 year old she was not any help, taking clothes out of the suitcase causing them to have to put them back in, and at one point sat in the suitcase, which they got pictures of and sent them out. They truly loved their little girl. Only two suitcases were going and one backpack. After everything was packed of theirs they started on hers, which was an adventure.

It started with her not wanting to cooperate and pick the outfits she wanted to wear and then she did what she was doing to her daddies, throwing clothes out of the suitcase and making them repack it. She then wanted to take multiple toys but after some convening from Jake, she agreed with taking 2 toys and her tablet. The conversation went a little something like this.

"Sweets, you don't need that many toys. You won't have time to play with them." Jake said trying to convince her but she wasn't having it. He was trying to stay calm.

"Nu-uh, Daddy." She said in a matter-in-fact tone "I'll have time." She finished and Jake sighed closed his eyes and his head went down. Why did she have to be like them? They knew she was stubborn but didn't think it would be this bad. Jake so badly wanted to say 'yea-huh' but even though he wanted to, someone had to be the adult in this situation, there would be enough opportunities to sass off to each other. She looked at him waiting for an answer.

"Sweets, how about you take two toys and your tablet?" He asked her hoping she would say yes. She paused and scrunched her face up into a thinking position, much like Bradley, and then smiled.

"Ok, Daddy. I do that." She finally agreed and Jake sighed in relief.

Jake got stuck with packing the rest of her clothes and two toys and placing her tablet in the kitchen to charge next to the backpack that snacks will be added to later.

Meanwhile, Bradley chased Little Y/N down to try and start getting her ready for bed since it was past 9 PM. Bradley finally caught her and put her in bed after several breaking outs she went down at 3 AM much to her parent's relief but dreading the next day.

7 AM rolled around much faster than the parents would have liked, only had gotten about 4 hrs of sleep by the time they got clothes done and washed and everything packed. Jake was the first one up and got ready with Bradley following right behind him. Jake went to check on Little Y/N while Bradley went on to the kitchen to start making coffee and packing the backpack.

"How is she?" Jake asked while handing Bradley a cup of coffee.

"Sleeping like a rock." Bradley said and shook his head feeling a little bit jealous that she could sleep in. Then again she was just like them and could fall asleep anywhere at any time.

"Must be nice." Jake said as he took a sip of his coffee.

"We're going to pay for it later though." Bradley said as a smile graced his face and chuckled.

"Yes, but it's going to be worth it." Jake said and Bradley nodded in agreement.

A little after 7 AM Maverick and Ice rolled in and walked in greeting both the males in the kitchen. Bradley and Jake greeted them with a hug and then when 8 AM rolled around it was time to wake Little Y/N up.

"It's 8 AM time to go wake up Sleeping Beauty." Bradley said and before either parent could jump on it Ice was already headed to the little girl's room and stopped before getting to the stairs.

"I'll get her. You'll have to deal with her all day at the airport." Ice said turned and walked toward the stairs, Maverick was not having that and rushed to where Ice was at the foot of the stairs.

"No, I'll go get her." He said and started to push Ice out of the way. Ice had this look on his face and it was game one.

"Don't think so Mitchell. I'm her favorite." Ice said and started up the stairs with Maverick close behind him.

"I don't think so Kazansky." Maverick responded competitive side coming out. This is how it went as they started to climb the stairs to the little girl's room. Bradley and Jake just stood back drinking coffee and watched the whole scene. It was hilarious seeing two Navy Admirals fight to see who would wake up their granddaughter. Don't think that Bradley didn't take a video because he sure did and sent it to the group chat. The first message was from Goose: "Takes me back to our days at Top Gun. They've always been competitive." Oh, how Goose wished could've been there but to be honest he would be fighting to go wake her up too.

Let's just say both of them got to wake her up, dress her, and make her brush her teeth. Bradley and Jake were just glad they could have some peace even if it were just for a minute.

Once they got her ready and the backpack packed they were heading to the car to start the drive to the airport like planned they got there at 9 AM. Now they have to get through security and find their plane.

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The car ride to the airport was pretty much uneventful. The road was clear due to it being early morning and morning rush hour was already done for. Ice pulled up to the curb where the departure sign was and parked. Bradley worked on getting Y/N out while Maverick, Jake, and Ice got their luggage out of the back including her car seat. Bradley was standing there with Y/N waiting for everything to be unloaded. They all hugged each other and promised that they would be sending updates.

The little family walked into the airport and headed towards security, they already had their tickets pulled up on their phones and I.Ds at their ready. Since they're military they have TSA precheck and they can skip the long line at security. Security was a breeze and Y/N behaved much to their dismay but they knew she was ready to be mischievous.

Once they got through Jake got through first, Y/N, went and he picked her up, then Bradley, they gathered their luggage and walked to an area away from people. Jake sat her down and Bradley got down to her level.

"Now Y/N. When we are not carrying you, you need to be holding one of our hands at all times. You also can't leave mine or Daddy’s sight. Ok?" Bradley said to her seriously and she could sense that.

"Ok, Dada." She replied. Bradley nodded glad she understood and stood up and they headed to their gate. They got there around 10 AM and now they had to wait. They sat near the window so she could see the planes take off and being taxied in, she was in awe.

It was getting close to her snack time and they knew that, so Jake got a packet of Goldfish out of the backpack and opened them. When she came to them saying "I hungry." All he had to do was hand her the opened packet. They were tucked in the corner so they could keep an eye on her and talk as well. Bradley and Jake talked about work and other plans to be made. Every now and then she would come back to them for either a drink or to hand them her Goldfish.

10:30 AM rolled around and they both decided to have a bathroom break. They decided that Jake would go first and then Bradley who would take Y/N with him. Everything went without a hitch. 10 minutes later they started to board. Active military, parents with children 3 and under, and ones that needed assistance boarded first. For it to be quicker Jake swooped her up which made her giggle and older couples, women, and parents smile, and they all three boarded the plane.

They found their seats, which were together. They put Y/N in the middle of the two and waited for them to taxi and take off. They would have to have a layover in Oklahoma. They figured it would be better to have a layover that way they could get Y/N off and let her stretch her legs. Bradley took the window seat and got Y/N settled while Jake stowed the luggage and car seat, which was thankfully collapsible and the flight wasn't very full. Once everything was stowed above he sat down and put the backpack between his legs and would put it under the seat in front of him. The flight would be 2 hr 27 min long and a 3 hr layover and their next flight would be 2 hr 42 minutes.

They were close to the front so they got to see everyone walk by. Y/N was fascinated by them. When the line got held up by an older couple they smiled at her when she looked at them. The older woman spoke up.

"Hello dear." She said and Y/N smiled and waved.

"Hi!" She said excitedly, Bradley and Jake were listening just in case they needed to jump in. "We're going to Disney!" She said the couple smiled they loved seeing kids have fun.

"Oh, that sounds fun. I love Disney." The older woman said and Y/N's eyes widened and jaw dropped.

"Me too!" She said, "My daddies fly planes." She said she was proud of her daddies and she loved the jets.

"Oh, they do?" The older gentleman spoke up for the first time said Y/N nodded and Bradley cut in.

"Sorry about her. She's just a little excited. Jake and I are Naval aviators." Bradley said apologizing for their hyper 3-year-old.

"Oh, you don't have to apologize! We love seeing kids happy. Also thank you both for your service." The older gentleman said and the woman nodded. The line started to move and they bid their goodbyes. The plane was boarded and it was getting shut. They started to get pushed back and Little Y/N watched in awe out the window. The flight attendants went through their required stuff and so did the captain. They got to the runway.

"Chick do you remember what this is called?" Bradley asked calling her by the nickname Goose gave her. She nodded enthusiastically.

"Runway." She said and Jake and Bradley smiled.

"That's right Sweets. Now sit back. We're going to go really fast and be up in the air in no time." Jake said and she sat back taking him seriously and true to his word they were given the all-clear and sped down the runway and lifted off. She was in awe of it all.

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Once in the air and electronics can be used Jake got out Y/N's tablet and put it on a kid-friendly show while Bradley and Jake got their phones out and messed around with them. There was some turbulence here and there but they handled it like pros and they reassured their little girl that it was normal. Once the seatbelt sign was turned off she was climbing onto Bradley's lap and looking out the window and watching her tablet.

15 minutes into the flight and she and Bradley were out like a light Y/N was laying on Bradley, Jake got pictures and sent them to the group chat and even though they didn't send right away he knew they would once they land. Flight attendants were in awe at the two, and Jake couldn't help but smile. They came with drinks and snacks and Jake got both but declined for Y/N and Bradley since they were fast asleep. Turbulence was hit and woke Bradley and he made sure she was still asleep and he stayed up for the rest of the flight.

It was nearing the flight and Bradley carefully put her back in her seat and she cuddled up next to Jake. They both got their electronics switched onto airplane mode. They landed and taxied to their gate and were getting ready to begin their 3 hr layover. They didn't have the heart to wake up so Jake carried her out of the plane with the backpack over his should while Bradley grabbed the luggage.

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Layovers are not fun to deal with. Once they hit the door that led off the plane Little Y/N woke up and groggy. "Daddy?" She asked.

"Yea, Sweets?" Jake replied. Bradley was right behind them and smiled.

"Disney?" She said keeping her answers and questions short due to tiredness and Jake smiled and shook his head while looking at her.

"Not yet, Honey." Bradley said and she seemed to accept that answer and buried her face into Jake's neck.

They went to their next terminal where they had to ride the airport train which fascinated the little girl. "DADA! DADDY! LOOK!" She shrieked out pointing to the artwork on the walls inside the tunnels. Luckily the train was kind of empty.

"Yea, Sweets. It's nice isn't it?" Jake asked and she nodded excitedly. She was standing on the seat hands pressed on the glass with Jake right behind her since the train had enough force to throw her off balance. The train announced their arrival at their terminal, Jake picked her up she protested because she wanted to see more artwork.

They headed toward their gate to find it and then once they knew where it was they were going to get something to eat, or at least one of them was, and bring it back to the other two.

Once they had their gate they set up near the corner and the window again and this one had a table with charging ports. They got comfortable and started their wait for the 3 hr layover.

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An hour into their wait Little Y/N toddled her way over to her daddies. She put a hand on each other knees and they automatically looked down.

"Food?" She asked knowing that she knew they understood. Jake looked at his watch and looked back at her.

"I guess it is time for lunch isn't it?" Jake said and Little Y/N put her hands on her hips and cooked her head to the side.

"Yea, Daddy." She replied with so much sass. Oh how she was so much like them was scary.

"Ok little miss sass. Dada will go and get food and we'll stay here." Jake said and turned to look at Bradley who was already getting up.

"What do you want to eat?" Bradley asked already knowing his daughter’s answer.

"McDonald's!" She yelled and they both laughed of course, they should've never allowed Slider to take her there now it's all she wants.

"McDonald's is fine. If you want something else I'll eat whatever." Jake said looking at his husband and letting his daughter play with his hand. Bradley nodded and headed off.

Jake and Y/N were both content until she started to get a little rowdy. She wasn't watching where she was going and bumped into the luggage several times. "Sweets. Be careful." Jake said in a warning tone and she made the stance she did early.

"You be careful." She said sassing her Pops. Obviously, she didn't listen to him and continued to run around. Jake was keeping an eye on her and his phone updating the group when he heard a crash. He looked up and saw her on the floor and she looked at him and started to cry. He was up in an instant and scooping her up and cooing her.

"Oh, Sweets. It's ok. You're ok. Shhh." He said and bouncing her up and down. She continued to cry. "What hurts?" He asked and she mumbled something incoherently "Hmm what was that Sweets?" He asked her and she stopped long enough to answer him.

"My knee." She said all pouty looking at him. He looked down at her knee and only saw a rug burn. A woman walked up to him.

"Is she ok? I saw her fall." The woman asked and Jake turned to her.

"She's ok. Aren't you, Sweets?" He asked her and she nodded. The woman awed.

"Are you traveling alone with her?" She asked starting to flirt.

"No, my husband is getting us food." He said just as Bradley was walking up.

"Jake, I-" Bradley began but stopped himself seeing the woman.

"Oh, there he is. Hi, babe." Jake said and kissed him and turned back to the woman who was smiling.

"The cute ones are always taken. You two have an adorable daughter." The woman said both men smiled and Jake hugged their daughter tighter.

"Thank you. She's the light of our life." Bradley said and the smiled. She turned around and left.

Bradley turned to Jake with a raised eyebrow. He then noticed the tear tracks. Jake sighed. "I told her to be careful and she sassed back and then she tripped. She said she hurt her knee and I only saw a rug burn. The lady saw and came over to ask if she was ok then started to flirt." Bradley nodded he trusted his husband.

"As I was saying beforehand. I got her McDonald's and us Subway." Bradley said showing the food. Y/N perked up at food. Jake sat her down on the chair at the table. Bradley walked over with her food and got it all out of her Happy Meal box. They plugged in their electronics and put a movie on for her as she ate. Bradley and Jake sat down where they can see her and started to eat their food. She got done after they got done and started to rub her eyes. A tall tale sign of her getting sleepy. Jake got up and went to her and picked up and instantly she curled into him. Jake walked back over to Bradley and sat down and she was asleep in an instant. Her slow breathing was putting him to sleep and before he knew it he was closing his eyes.

Bradley looked over and saw them asleep and quickly and quietly got his phone and took a picture and sent it to the group. He started to clean up and throw away trash and shut electronics off.

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Finally, the layover was over and he was waking both of them up gently. They made quick bathroom breaks and when they got back it was time to board. They got boarded the same as last time. They took off at 3 PM. Bradley took over holding Y/N so Jake could get some feeling back in his arms. Jake updated the group and they were on their way.

Once everyone boarded it was the same process as last time and before Little Y/N knew it they were up in the air. She decided that she liked flying, no scratch that loved it if only she knew that she would be flying jets when she was old enough.

2 hrs 42 mins flew by and they were landing in Flordia at 6:42 PM. She stayed awake most of the flight. When they landed she got excited. They got off the plane and went down to the rental car. Bradley entertained her while Jake got the car. He got the keys but wouldn't let Bradley see it or know what it was. They picked up their luggage and Bradley picked up Y/N and they headed out to their car that was pulled out front. Bradley stopped in his tracks in his sight, a newer version of a Ford Bronco, just a little bit darker in color. "Jake you did not." Bradley said surprised.

"But Bradley, I did." Jake said with a smirk. Bradley was just smiling as Jake loaded the car and put in the car seat. They buckled her in and headed to their hotel for the night.

Once Y/N got into the car she was out like a light. When they arrived at their hotel Bradley got Y/N out and carried the sleeping toddler in to get the room keys why Jake got the luggage.

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Bradley walked in and to the front desk, a pretty young lady by the name of Alice was working. She looked up ready to deal with another customer when she saw Bradley and his little girl. She smiled.

"What can I do for you, sir?" Alice smiled.

"Hi, I need a room with two beds." He said and she nodded.

"Just the two of you?" Alice asked and Bradley smiled but shook his.

"No, there is three of us." He said

"Oh wife or girlfriend?" Alice asked making small talk while she processed getting a room and taking his information down and the credit card that he had dug out one handed.

"No husband." He replied and smiled at the shock on her face everyone had the same reaction every time. Jake walked in right as she gave his card back. He kissed Bradley's cheek and she smiled.

"Have a nice night guys." Alice said and they smiled and walked to the elevator and rode it to their room they got into their room. They got her ready and changed into pajamas while she still slept they got ready and got into bed ready for the next day.

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The next morning Little Y/N was up bright and early, meaning 6 AM. She got out her tablet and put on a show while her daddies slept. She knew to be quiet. Around 7 AM both men woke up they said good morning to each other and looked over to where their little girl was supposed to be sleeping but instead were looking at them smiling.

"Y/N, honey. How long have you been up?" Bradley asked and she held up 6 fingers and she went back to watching her show. Both of the men's eyes widened and looked at each other.

They went through their routine then they headed out the door with the key essentials ready for the day, including an extra pair of clothing in case they got wet or something spilled on one of them. By the time they were done, it was 7:30 AM. They went down to the rental Bronco and headed to Disney World. It was only a 30-minute drive to the park. Each time Little Y/N saw a sign for Disney she got more excited and talked a mile a minute.

They pulled into the parking lot and she squealed. Bradley and Jake smiled. They got out and Jake got her out while Bradley grabbed the bag. Jake sat her down and got down to her level.

"Ground rules. You don't run off no matter who or what you see, you keep us in your sights at all times, you hold our hands the entire time when you're not in our arms or on our shoulders, and you be polite and respectful. Understood?" Jake said in a serious tone, a tone that he would use with his Top Gun students.

"Yes, Dada." She replied and he nodded and stood up.

"Let's go have some fun." He added and Bradley scooped her up and they walked to the front gate. They waited in line they got to the front and showed their tickets and their bag was searched and into the park they went.

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They started with the kid's rides so that she could get the feel of it and she loved the thrill of it. Everything was either caught on video or in pictures and shared with the group. The grandparents were eating it up.

She got to meet so many characters from her favorite movies, especially Elsa because "She reminds me of Grandpa Ice." Of course, pictures were taken and sugary food was eaten causing her to have a sugar rush. Some couples offered to take the whole family's picture and of course, they took their offer.

They kept to the kid's rides that didn't require height requirements and were safe enough for toddlers. They rode 17 rides in total, her favorite ride was the Haunted Mansion ride since that is also her favorite movie apart from Frozen. There were more she wanted to ride but her daddies told her they can be saved for another day as they sat and ate and got hydrated. They had all week but she wasn't buying it.

"Sweets, we can ride those rides tomorrow. It's getting late." Jake said tired but having a good day.

"Nu-uh. It not late." She sassed putting her hands on her hips an action she had seen them both and her Grandma do several times.

"Yea-huh." Jake sassed back and Bradley just shook his head and sat back enjoying the show.

"Nu-uh, Daddy." She sassed right back "We stay and ride." She continued getting agitated another sign she tired.

"We can come back tomorrow." Jake said she paused to think putting a finger on her chin and then stopped and climbed into his lap. It was now 8 PM and the Magic Kingdom was going to be putting on fireworks, which they were close to.

"Fine. We stay for fireworks." She said no room for arguments and Jake sighed and Bradley laughed.

"What are you laughing at?" He turned to look at Bradley.

"She's just like you. Always bargains and usually gets what you want." Bradley said and it was true.

"She gets it from you too, husband." Jake said defending himself.

"I'm not saying she doesn't. You're the one to deny it." Bradley said and Y/N stayed quiet listening to them go back and forth getting comfortable in Jake's lap. This went on until 8:30 PM. They decided to walk to the Magic Kingdom and watch the show at 9 PM. Jake carried their daughter and held her the entire time.

9:18 PM rolled around and the light show and fireworks were done. They started to walk back to the gates with everyone else and as they were walking back Little Y/N fell asleep on Jake's shoulder. They arrived at the Bronco and carefully put her in and put the backpack in the back and got in and fought the traffic out of the park. When they got back to the hotel they did the same routine the night before. Both smiling this trip was so worth it.

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Each day of the week while they were there they rode different rides and ate different foods. The Seresin-Bradshaw family was having a blast! Many souvenirs were bought and photos were taken. Bradley and Jake agreed that the trip was well worth it and they should do it again when she gets older.

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hellsirenqueen-moved · 5 months ago

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Hi! I've been a bit absent from the dash, and while I know it started with that one God account.. what IS the unholy crusade? What's happening here? :0

{Hello hello there friend! Come, take a seat. Xixi is going to give her story time! This is going to be a long one so I'll be placing the recap under a read more here.

So for those unaware of what's going on, things started to get..uh..interesting when a Big G (God) account (hxly-fxther) came around. They had made a post that basically challenged everyone to have one(1) chance to land a hit on them.

When most people attacked him, he would rate their hits. Unfortunately for Lilith, when she made her hit, she wasn't rated at all. But..she was given some information that startled her. She wasn't exactly happen to learn the info he had for her. I'll place the ask and the reply down below. There's going to be more than one image because, well, Lilith is dramatic. So the screen shot takes more than one pic.

Sadly, that was the end of that thread. There was one more thread that sort of..sparked things to get chaotic.

Reacting to that thread, Lilith did something that she normally never does - physically letting her anger out on furniture. She had a brief encounter with God, as he had mocked her rage and offered her wine to relax; but she basically told him to pound salt and declined his wine.

She didn't calm down until she was approached by Adam ( @dick-meister ) to figure out why she was having such a rage fit. It was then she broke the news of what their true purpose was to him.

He seemed to take the news better than her, but it opened a bridge for them to make amends for the eons of bad blood between them. They would try to be friends, maybe more, if time and their egos allowed.

Lilith later informed Lucifer ( @hells-greatestdad) of the news as well. She was a little more emotional with breaking the news to him, as their true purpose affected their daily lives. Thankfully Lucifer was an understanding partner and told Lilith that loved her, be it a part of God's plan or not.

Now, while all this was happening, God was still taking shots from various characters. Adam (@/dick-meister) tried hitting him twice. His first "hit" was more or less a light tap to God's face. Not gonna lie, my Rosie poked fun at him for that. His second attempt had him taken to Purgatory, where he spent a day (But an hour in Purgatory time) in, fighting off the creatures that live there. Lilith still had questions for God about what he told her, so she made her way to visit him. However, what she encountered both shocked and angered her. The screen shots below will explain why.

I have a personal hc that Lilith took a picture of God's planning board before she said anything to him in the situation below. She knew that many wouldn't believe her word alone, so she does have solid proof of what she saw.

That was more or less the end of that thread. It was shortly after this thread that the God account deactivated. So we had a little problem. Adam was stuck in Purgatory.

If it wasn't for Lucifer ( @/hells-greatestdad ) getting him out of there, he would still be in Purgatory. Upon hearing that he was back, Lilith went to visit him and yes, Lucifer knew. He approved of her outfit before heading out and she promised to be back before dawn.

Waiting in Adam's room with her snake familiar, Penelope, she spoke to Adam in the privacy of his room. She told him God's plans for Heaven and Hell. As she went into detail, she started to crack a bit, panic showing for the future. Adam managed to calm Even though the plan itself sounded outlandish, Lilith was glad that he believed her. Adam agreed that he would try to talk to Sera to see if a meeting between Heaven and Hell could happen. They then exchanged numbers and she sent him the picture she took of God's planning board. Their conversation ended there, but she did sing Adam to sleep, creating lyrics on the spot to help ease his mind from the constant battles he was involved in when he was in Purgatory.

Lilith later returned to Lucifer as she promised. She didn't have the heart to tell him God's plan when he was half awake in her arms. So she just softly sang the first song she performed when she first met Lucifer to help him go back to sleep.

It wasn't until the next day that she told him everything she told Adam. He was, as one would imagine, disturbed by the information, but he agreed with her that they needed to do something about the situation. They are debating on whether or not to tell Charlie. At the moment, they are leaning towards telling her, as this war will affect all souls on either side of the afterlife. It wouldn't make sense if she redeemed souls that would be attacked anyway in Heaven. (This is a planned rp that will be happening soon with the Lucifer mentioned, Charlie ( @hellsdisneyprincess ) and myself. So be on the look out for that if you want to see the tea for that aspect of the plot.) After having that conversation, Lilith figures that she needs to have a conversation with her Overlords and confront those she has a contract with. The first she spoke with was Alastor ( @radioiaci ) He has agreed to come when called when there is a meeting. Though he gave her the answer she was hoping for, she knew he didn't trust him. There was also the possibility of him being controlled by another through the puppet marking she had placed on him during Rosie's Blood Rose Ball as a way of controlling his physical actions. She was hoping to use it as a way to keep him obedient; but with her control over him placed in jeopardy, she has decided to release him of that particular constraint. She is currently testing Alastor, seeing if he can get a hit on her - extending the challenge that God offered everyone else. Lilith wants to see whether he is ready to fight against rejected creations of God. It will give her an idea as to how strong he is and his battle tactics to hit a moving target. She's not going to make it easy for him, which she knows will frustrate him, but is a necessary evil - though she would admit that making him frustrated is a bit amusing. Still concerned about what is to come, Lilith created a collar for Adam. Designed for his particular taste (image will be posted on his relationship post later today), she made it so that he was protected against demonic and elemental magic. To prove a point, she had him step into a garden while he wore it, casting lightning and an orb of anti matter mixed with dark magic at him. A protective shield went around him and a 5 foot crater was left all around him.

To her surprise, he also had a gift for her. (Image will be posted later today)

A ring that will allow Lilith to transverse between Heaven and Hell without being detected. She quite proudly wears it on her right hand, as her left is reserved only for her ring with Lucifer.

Though the God blog is deactivated, Lucifer and Lilith have been both been given a message by God via anon.

Lucifer was told that he is doing well, playing his part - to which greatly upset him. Lilith and Adam comforted him, knowing how much his presence alone rattled Lucifer. With it being Lucililith Week, Lucifer and Lilith were going to take the week to celebrate their marriage and reign over Hell. Taking a week to basically relax and take time for themselves before diving into the headache that was the war God had planned for them. Unfortunately, that pleasant idea flew out the window when Lilith was visited. You can see that interaction HERE! Both Adam and Lucifer are doing their best to help calm Lilith down because hoo boy..this woman is NOT happy. You can see the interactions for Adam HERE and HERE ll interactions for Lucifer HERE and HERE.

So yeah. . .That's the story so far!

It's a lot..but I am still looking for others to be involved! Like, I do want to involve other Overlords and any nobles who want to get in on the plot. Lilith can use all the support she can get here.

#:ask reply:#:ooc:#: Unholy Crusade:#tw: long post #{Hope this helps ya stay in the loop there nonny!#{Feel free to ask any other questions you might have

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fetus-lol · 2 years ago

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[it’s raining, it’s pouring]

(Part 3-the old man is snoring)

Eyeless jack x gn reader

I have to add that you’re a construction worker for the plot later on— I never talk about body shape and whatnot, just that you’re stronger cuz yk, construction lol

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"He's okay, just asleep." The lady at the counter, who i knew as Kathy, said.

"Oh, well that's good. He hasn't been sleeping much, has he?"

"You'd be correct.. he's been having trouble, and is refusing any sort of sleep medication.." Kathy glanced away, seeming guilty that he wasn't sleeping—like it was her fault. Ive felt that type of guilt before. It was understandable, but she couldn't help how he didn't sleep much.

"..do you still wanna see him?"

"If it's okay, then yeah"

Kathy smiled warmly. She was nice, and made sure grandpa was in good shape.

Kathy was a good person—friend., Kathy was a good friend.

She led me to grandpas room, 207. It wasn't too far from the front desk, just a few halls down.

Once we were outside his room, Kathy opened the door.

"I'll leave it to you, then — tell him I said hi if he wakes up!" She spoke, waving to me as she walked back to the front.

"Will do, Kathy!" I grinned back.

I walk over to grandpa, sound asleep and snoring. I smiled looking down at him; he was great. He listened to me when I talked about something that happened during work, laughing at my jokes, and he would never decline a new story.

My smile fades as i see his gown slightly altered, it was clearly wrinkled but that wasn't it. There was a red stain near his abdomen — which could have easily been a food stain; but the trays cover that portion of the gown.

I've got a bad feeling about this..

I saw a young nurse walk by — I turn to ask for her help.

"Hey! Could you come here?" I ask tapping her shoulder.

"Of coarse, what do you need?"

"..i" i hesitated. "I think there's something wrong"

"Something wrong with what?" She asks nervously; glancing at the room i came from, grandpas.

"My grandfather has red stains on his gown, it doesn't look like food stains.." i get quiet at the end.

"Show me" she replied anxiously.

I grabbed her forearm and basically dragged the teenage nurse to my grandfathers room.

"See the stains?" I point.

"Yeah, i do. That doesn't look like any food stains I've ever seen.."

She hesitates, but lifts up the gown. Grandpa was in some sort of boxers, so nothing showed — but what I was looking at, were the stitches where one of his kidneys should be.

"Go get one of the doctors." She demands, staring at the bloody stitches.

I stay there, frozen in place.

"Now.!" She basically yells, she got loud, but not because she was angry, because she was anxious.

I basically ran to whatever doctor i could find. The differences between their outfits were noticeable, so I didn't have to guess.

"Please help! My grandfathers stomach is stitched and he has had no surgeries!" I beg, pulling on the doctors uniform towards the direction grandpas room was.

"Wha-"

"Please come!"

"I'm- I'm coming." He replies, mostly confused at the situation but anxious as to what's wrong.

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"Holy shit" the doctor said.

"Yeah" i reply shakily.

"We've got to get an x-ray or something to figure out why he's stitched on the abdomen."

"Okay, how much would that be?" I ask wearily, worried.

"Well, we didn't preform surgery, and it's just an x-ray, so I'd say around 100." He responds

Silence engulfs the room as both adults look at the elder in a mix of curiosity and anxiety.

———

"Well?" I question as a doctor, who I didn't know, comes up to me.

My nerves are through the roof as they look to the side.

"He's missing his left kidney."

What the fuck!?

"What?"

"We're not too sure how it happened, but the fact stands.. he's missing kidney."

Holy shit

"It most likely happened at night when he was asleep, although the windows are locked at those hours."

"So whatever took his kidneys was already in the building," I state, "that's the shit you're trying to tell me!?" My voice gets louder as my anger boils. He was supposed to be safe. Wasn't that the whole point of putting him where he was supposed to get better?

The doctor stands still. Not sure how to react to my outburst.

"What am I supposed to do now? Keep him home with me? Because it's damn clear that you don't know how to keep your own patients safe!" I exclaim in anger; face red.

"We can-" the doctor begins, but I didn't let them finish. I close my eyes.

"No. No, I'm leaving. We'll talk over the phone tomorrow. I have a job that I can actually get done," I look to the doctor, "unlike some people."

I turn around, not looking back. I had a job to get to. And I wasn't about to be late.

My job required my attention, and i would do it right. Unlike these so called professionals.

———

Polls stuck out of the ground as tarps covered most the ground. The construction site was looking good as I stepped out of my car. While we weren't continuing the build, i still had to check up on structure and check off safety precautions. It would've been Joshua's turn today, but he had just gotten a cold.

So me it was.

Taking the clipboard off from the console, i begin to check things off.

As i moved towards the actual structure, checking boxes off, I think about grandpa.

I think about the hospital and nursing home, how a whole organ was taken while grandpa was asleep, the first night where he gets a full nights rest and his kidney is taken.

The security in that place definitely hasn't worked for a while or else my grandfather would still have both kidneys.

———

With everything in good condition, I head back to my car. It felt off, but then again everything felt off right now. After the recent events nothing felt normal.

But what could I do?

Not much.

Shutting the car door, I sat in silence for a good minute. Thinking things over, and organizing my thoughts.

And with my mind in order, I get ready to drive off — but then there was a scratch.

And that a small noise.

A cat, maybe?

Getting out the car, I look around. And there it was again.

It came from under my car — and then I heard it again.

As I bent down, nothing.

Maybe I just imagined it, things like that happen.

But I heard it again.

I took a closer look under my car; and there it was. A small kitten covered in dirt and mud. Taking my time, I reach out to it.

The kitten backed away, as expected.

I thought for a split second, then I remembered I had some cat food in the back seat that I forgot to take out last time I got groceries.

Getting up, i open the side door. Rummaging through the backseats, I find a singular jar of cat food.

I step back, shutting the car door carefully as to not scare the cat.

Opening the jar, I put it on the ground. I backed up, far enough to not be intimidating but close enosis so I could grab the kitten when they came out from under my car.

Slowly but surely, it came out to eat. I gave it a second, then grabbed it.

Scratching and biting me, I still got a hold of it. My hands bled slightly as their unkempt claws dug into my skin.

I might end up getting an infection from the dirt; but I'll worry about that when I get home. Snatching the food, I get back in my car.

———

The drive home was hell. The small cat scratched up my seats and me, although they called down after a bit. Somewhat.

In my house, the kitten swatted and clawed me as I tried to wash them up, but I was unable to flip the tiny cat over without injuring myself further with scratches so I planned on figuring out another time when the feline trusted me more.

The kitten was cleaned and dried, several scratches and cuts covered their body that I had wrapped up (it was a struggle, but I made it work), now there was a fluffy orange tabby. I would have to bring them to the vets later on, but I'll have to gain the cats trust first.

...I wonder how grandpa is.

This whole cat dilemma had me only focused on the stray, but now that I've got free time — I'm worried again. I stiffen up as I think of what could go wrong.

So many things.

But I shouldn't think about that.

Looking out the window, I realize just how late it is. Pitch black out with some twinkle stars scattered around the sky.

I should really go to bed.

———

Night came and went, and now it was morning.

My cat was sat next to me, and the tabby not in the room. I sat up in bed, rubbing the tiredness out of my eyes. As I move the blankets off of me, I feel just how cold it is in the house.

I put on some slippers and wrap a blanket around myself as I walk to the thermostat. Same as ever, it must just be cold outside.

I stepped into the living room, seeing the stray tabby on my couch, wrapped in blankets that were definitely in the closet before.

I glance at the closet; it was closed. I look back to the cat in a nest of blankets, they looked so peaceful.

I sad down next to the tabby, and my cat climbs up with me. Taking a few pillows, I lay on the couch myself. It was a day off today; I could rest.

Nothing wrong with some extra sleep.

———

Jack limped, after getting caught by an older man who woke up in the middle of jack trying to get a meal.

He didn't know where to go now.

They took care of that cat... would they take care of me?

Jack was hopeful — he had to be. He was far away from his own cabin and he only knew Y/n.

But they didn't know him.

They were kind though, they might help.

Maybe.

#eyeless jack #creepypasta #xreader #x male reader #x reader #eyeless jack x reader #eyeless jack x male reader #x gn reader #eyeless jack x gn reader #x female reader #reader insert #male reader #gn reader #creepypasta x reader #eyeless jack x y/n #gender neutral fanfic #fanfiction

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imasloid · 10 months ago

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SHINY COLORS FASHION ANALYSIS - Sakuya Shirase (白瀬咲耶)

"I want to be someone who makes people's hearts flutter. I promise I'll give my all at being an idol!"

This is a project analyzing and taking a look at the fashion design and application in the multimedia series, The IDOLM@STER: Shiny Colors. This section is about the handsome & charming prince of the series, Sakuya Shirase! If you want to jump to a specific section, go here!

(This is a reprint of my thread on Twitter. I put it on Tumblr for easier reading and for archiving purposes. Enjoy!)

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INTRODUCTION

“Sakuya attends an all-girls high school, excels both in sports and academics, and is very good looking. She is popular with girls due to her prince-like appearance and behavior. She has a modeling background, values human relationships, and has a friendly personality.”

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Profile

Age: 18

Birthday: June 27th

Height: 175 cm

Weight: 60 kg

Blood Type: A

Hometown: Kochi

Hobbies: Going to different kinds of places

Special Skills: Behaving as cool as humanly possible

CV: Anna Yamaki

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Before starting the analysis, I would suggest if you haven’t already, read her W.I.N.G. (introductory) commu (through the broswer game's English patch or on YouTube). If you don’t play the game, I would listen to her image song and read the lyrics to get a better sense of her character.

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STYLE BREAKDOWN

Sakuya’s style is very straightforward, simple, clean, cool and fits a princely girl like herself. Her wardrobe has a good mix of masculine and feminine components as well as compliments her slender proportions and height.

Mode casual and mode-kei are two of the strongest influences in Sakuya’s style. A lot more casual than the typical mode style, Sakuya’s style introduces more color and design elements, but retains that trendy and cool minimalistic style.

The second style that is a big influence on Sakuya’s fashion is model-off-duty, specifically the 2010s iteration. As she is known to have a modelling career before becoming an idol, this effortless but cool style that compliments her height and figure fits her very well.

The last style we will talk about is mannish, a style that incorporates traditionally “masculine” elements to increase one’s elegance and femininity. Sakuya’s close relationship and respect for her father is one of the reasons why she dresses in this fashion (out of emulation).

Sakuya’s image color is a very dark teal-green color that fits the coolness and mature charm that she exudes. It’s a very masculine color as well, being close to a military green and symbolizing the calmness and freshness of an conifer forest.

Sakuya’s color palette mostly includes dull and neutral colors, giving off a chic and mature vibe like that of a seasoned supermodel. Most of her outfits contain only colors in the main palette, but sometimes she wears rich primary colors as accents to add a punch to her outfits.

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STYLE ANALYSIS

Sakuya was scouted by Producer while doing a job as a model in the city. Though Producer asks her to be an idol with such passion, Sakuya questions his decision saying that she’s not the typical image of one.

However, Producer replies that he wants to produce her because she’s so different from a conventional idol along with her talent. Though her suave demeanor and ability to charm others drew Producer to her, she accepts as she was drawn to Producer as well for choosing her.

Due to being a model that exudes a lot of charm, Sakuya has many female fans both at school and due to her fame. She does a lot of fanservice like saying one-liners or kabedon. But it also includes the way she dresses, wearing very cool & unisex clothing in the earlier days.

Sakuya cherishes her relationship with her fans, and often does things with them in mind, putting aside her own health. It’s later learned that Sakuya values human relationships above all else, due to her childhood situation. Her fan letter replies usually span multiple pages.

It’s later revealed in her pSSR3 card "Rhythm of Happiness" that Sakuya was an only child raised by her father alone, as her mother died after she was born. Her father often worked late nights, leaving Sakuya alone by herself most of the time. Because of that, Sakuya is very lonely and hates solitude.

In her S.T.E.P. route, she revealed that her father passed away before she became an idol and her grandparents take care of her. It’s inferred that Sakuya dresses more masculine due to emulating her late father, dedicating her everyday style to all the love he gave her as he is her role model.

As Sakuya puts huge importance on human relationships, she loves L’Antica more than everything else. She often takes care of her members and often does fanservice for them as well. She is known to get emotional when there is a fight or when the group is apart for a long time.

Though her fashion style stays mostly the same throughout time, there has been a very recent development. Sakuya, known to only wear pants, wears a skirt for the first time in her pSSR8, “Make My Heart Swoon" after receiving this outfit in a gig and choosing to wear it casually. Sakuya, who is not used to being called cute, dresses more girly here.

Sakuya has had grievances with her image in the past. In her GRAD route, she has received letters asking her to revert back to when she was a model, and she’s had doubts on how to make everyone happy with her due to being very service-oriented.

For most of her career as a model and as an idol, she’s cultivated her image to charm and please others. However, due to Producer, her fans, L’antica, and her grandparents, Sakuya learns that to make others happy, she must search for a more selfish happiness outside of others.

So in her two newest pSSRs, we see Sakuya’s personal style shift to one that is more girly and cute. Her suave charm is still everpresent, but her fashion here is aligned to the Sakuya that is empathetic and sensitive yet still appeals to her cool side.

Needless to say, I’m excited to see the direction Sakuya’s fashion will keep going in, especially in ShaniSon. Like all the characters in Shiny, their initial appearance decieves how they actually are like, and that couldn’t be truer for Sakuya.

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This is it for Sakuya Shirase!

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Next section: Yuika Mitsumine

#imas #the idolmaster #idolmaster #idolm@ster #shiny colors #fashion #jfashion #scfa #sakuya shirase

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riptide-kid · 1 year ago

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Domestic December 2023 - Day 7 - Helping them pick an outfit

I have very spontaneously decided to join Domestic December by @comp-lady! I'm not sure yet if I'll do every day (have already missed a couple, oh well) but I just thought it'd be cute and fun. None of them will be beta read or edited a lot, I hope you still enjoy! (fancy divider by @gothdaddyissues)

Pairing: Mountaint x Cumulus

Summary: Cumulus can't decide what to wear to their pack's day out. Mountain has the solution.

Warnings: none

Words: ~500

You can also read this on Ao3!

“Lus, are you coming?” Mountain called after softly knocking on her door.

“Just one second...” Cumulus called back, standing in front of her wardrobe, her eyebrows knitted together in a frown. For some reason, nothing felt right against her skin today, she didn’t feel comfortable in any of the clothes she owned. All of them were either too tight or too loose for her liking, none of them making her feel good about herself.

“I don’t want to pressure you or anything, but...you know,” Mountain continued, his voice muffled. Cumulus knew she was already terribly late to their little trip to town, but she just couldn’t figure out what to wear.

She sighed. She wasn’t making any progress. “Can you help me out, Mount?” she asked.

Mountain hesitated for a second. “Okay,” he said, and opened the door very slowly, knocking again, “coming in,” he was always so gentle and careful not to disturb anyone, it made Cumulus smile.

Mountain’s eyes widened as he saw the chaos that was her room, basically the entire contents of her closet spread out around her. She was facing away from him, hoping that if she’d stare at the hangers long enough, some new clothes would appear. “Are you... okay?” he asked, unsure what to make of the situation.

“Yeah yeah yeah... Just can’t decide what to-“ Cumulus stopped mid-sentence, as she had turned around and her eyes had landed on the dark forest-green hoodie that Mountain was wearing. It looked thick and soft and comfy, just worn enough to be perfectly baggy and smelling of him. It was perfect!

She closed the distance between them, an angelic smile on her face, betraying her infernal nature. “That’s a nice hoodie you’ve got there, Mounty,” she cooed, letting her hands wander down his arms. “It looks really comfy...”

Mountain sighed. Of course he knew immediately what she was up to, his hoodies being a firm favourite with the entire pack for their size and his choice of fabrics. For a second he debated whether it was worth it to refuse, but he knew that he’d be taking his hoodie off sooner or later anyway, because he always got too warm when they were out and about. Now that he thought about it, the choice wasn’t difficult at all, as he imagined how cute Cumulus would look wearing his clothes, especially now when she was looking up at him with her big, sparkly, pleading eyes.

“You want it?” he asked, and Cumulus beamed.

“You’re the best!!” she cheered and hugged him tightly before he took of his hoodie and passed it to her. She put it on, and immediately felt like this had been the right choice. The hoodie was perfectly baggy on her, the colour complementing her light eyes in the best possible way.

Quickly, she put on a pair of black leggings to complete the look and twirled around a couple of times. “How do I look?” she asked, and Mountain smiled. He couldn’t work up the courage to tell her that no matter what she wore, she’d always be the most beautiful ghoulette he had ever seen and that her smile was enough to make his entire day.

“Perfect, as always Lus,” was what he settled on, before they went out of her room to join the others.

She’d deal with the chaos in her room later.

#domestic december #ghost #the band ghost #ghost bc #ghost fanfiction #fanfiction writer #ao3 writer #fanfiction #writing #writing prompts #cumulus x mountain #mountain x cumulus #fluff #phia writes

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that-writer-101 · 2 years ago

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Assumed Dead

Pietro x Reader

REUPLOAD!

Warnings: death

About two months ago you were sent on a mission at a HYDRA base. You, Steve, and Nat were sent. You were supposed to retrieve classified files about weapons and secret bases. Only two of you guys came back. You weren't one of them.

Lets take a step back for a moment though, to before the mission. You and Pietro had met via Wanda thinking you would be a good match for each other.

I mean, she wasn't wrong, but neither of you wanted to admit it. Wanda heard her brother's rambling about you and Nat heard yours about him. A few weeks of flirting and pissing the two off eventually led you two to dating.

You loved Pietro and he loved you back. When you broke the news that you'd be gone for a few months he begged you not to go. But you had to, you promised that the moment you got back you would hang out with him for the whole day.

Now, the mission.

The three of you split up once you got to the base.

Bad.

Idea.

You each found rooms with the information you were looking for. In the middle of it, though, one of the HYDRA members that hadn't been killed, found one of the bombs at the base.

In short, the base blew up while only you were about to leave.

Steve and Natasha searched the rubble endlessly for any sign of you. After a few days of searching, they gave up.

The mission was supposed to last at least four months. It was cut in half because one agent was left alive accidentally.

On the way back home, Nat and Steve had to figure out how to break the news to everyone. They knew Pietro would be heartbroken.

Steve called Fury to inform him about the situation.

"Rogers why are you calling me?! You're on a mission!"

"It... Got cut short.."

"What do you mean.." The concern in Fury's voice was evident after the sadness in Steve's.

"Someone blew up the base.."

Silence came from the other end.

Natasha spoke up, "Y/n.. Didn't make it out.."

Before Fury could respond Steve chipped in again, "Please dont tell the team. We'll do it when we get back.."

"Did you find the body?" It was a question that needed to be asked for legal purposes.

"No.." Natasha said, her voice shakey.

"Alright. I'll send out a team to look for it. Get home safe."

"Mhm.. Bye.."

"Goodbye."

Click

With that, the two broke down into tears.

Eventually they texted the team that they were on their way home, that they had gotten done with the mission early and to be in the meeting room once they got there.

About 3 hours later, they arrived back at the tower. They both took a minute to clean themselves up before walking to the meeting room.

The two each took a breath before opening the door.

In the room was Clint, Bucky, Tony, Pietro, Wanda, and Bruce.

"Welcome bac-" Pietro cut himself off, noticing that one of the three were missing, and noticing the sad looks on the two that were there.

It only took about 10 seconds for him to speak up again and ask the two the dreaded question.

"Where's Y/n..?"

Steve instantly began to cry again. Natasha shook her head for a moment before just saying, "I'm sorry.."

Everyone's eyes went wide and filled with tears. Pietro's heart shattered.

He began to sob, mumbling "no no no no no no..."

( this font is for you

This font is for the team : )

Despite some serious injuries, you were alive. When the base exploded, you got sent flying back quite a bit.

Where the base was, there was a crap ton of snow that recently fell, so your black outfit stuck out like a sore thumb.

Turned out not to be so bad.

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Wanda tried to hug her brother, but he ran off to his room.

At this point every one in the room was crying.

Natasha was being hugged by Clint, Steve hugged by Bucky.

Wanda had her head in her hands, sobbing uncontrollably. For her it was a mix of missing you, and her brother being so heart broken.

Tony and Bruce headed off to their labs to cry by themselves.

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You had a major concussion, your left wrist was sprained, you had a gash on your right shoulder, and your right leg was broken.

The concussion gave you horrible coordination, so you fell over quite a few times while trying to find anything or anyone.

You had seen your two friends leave, so you couldn't exactly look for them. Though you knew how Fury operated. He'd send out a search team for you, or rather your body as you were presumed dead.

A few days later, that's exactly what happened.

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Pietro hadn't come out of his room. Everyone was worried about him and mourning over you.

Wanda left food and water out his door that every day would get taken in at some point.

Steve and Natasha felt guilty even though they couldn't have done anything to save you. They didn't know about the bomb or the random agent that was still alive.

Fury felt guilty for sending you. He knew there were bombs there and knew you wouldn't leave until you got what you went there for.

You were the one who held the team together. The one who congratulated Bucky when he remembered something new. The one who stopped Steve and Tony's fighting. The one who helped the science bros with things when they couldn't figure out what was wrong with it. You stopped dumb fights over movies and whatnot. You were one of the only people there that knew how to comfort everyone if they had a nightmare. The one who helped Wanda with her powers. The one who sparred with everyone to help their fighting style get better. The one who baked cookies and pies to cheer the others up after a failed mission.

With you gone, the team fell apart. Steve and Tony fought more than they ever had.

Science bros rarely had the motivation to finish any projects.

Wanda didn't practice her powers anymore.

No one comforted each other when nightmares hit.

It was chaotic without you.

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Three days after Steve and Natasha left, Fury's search group showed up.

They found you quite quickly considering your outfit and the blood trail that started whenever you fell over.

Once the searchers found you, still alive nonetheless, you were rushed to the hospital.

You were suffering from hypothermia, your injuries had gotten worse other than the concussion, which actually kind of started to get better.

You requested to not tell the team that you were alive. You wanted to surprise them once you got better.

After about a week in the hospital, you were free to head back to the tower. You had stitches on your shoulder, surgery on your leg followed by a cast and crutches, a brace on your arm, and a nearly healed concussion.

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Pietro had finally come out of his room and sat on the couch for most of the day, watching Steve and Tony fight.

Everyone else was in the vicinity, Natasha and Wanda in the kitchen, Clint and Bruce were sitting near Pietro, and Bucky was poorly trying to stop the never ending fight.

Over all the yelling, no one heard you come up the elevator. Upon taking a few steps out you shouted over the two.

"Damn! You guys were so loud you woke the dead!"

It went silent.

Natasha covered her mouth in shock.

Wanda peaked her head into the room and her jaw dropped.

Tony and Steve stopped yelling and just stared at you.

Pietro ran up to you and hugged you a bit too tight.

"T-too tight my love.."

He let go of you and started crying again. This time happy tears.

By this point, it had been over 3 months since anyone saw you alive, other than Nat and Steve, for them it was only two weeks, but it still felt like an eternity.

Pietro helped you walk back to the couch, aka, he picked you up and ran back there to sit you down.

Your head spun a bit. "Pietro, I love you, but please, let's not do that for a bit.."

By now everyone was in the living room, staring at you.

"Okay geez what's with the staring? It's kinda weird." You rolled your eyes.

"Angel, for the past.. Like.. Month, we thought you were dead. It's kinda weird to just.. See you again."

You explained what had happened to you. How you had multiple injuries. How you nearly bled out multiple times. Then you mentioned that you purposefully didn't inform them that you were alive.

"WE WEREN'T TOLD ON PURPOSE?!" Pietro shrieked like a little kid seeing their parents kiss.

"Love, too loud, I literally just said that I still have a concussion."

"Sorry, but still!"

"I wanted to surprise you guys. I knew you thought I was dead, hell, I saw Steve and Natasha's faces when they gave up looking for me. I could barely see them but the look of defeat was obvious."

The room went as quiet as it had been when your 'death' was announced.

"Aaaaanyway!" I can see the tower has gone to chaos while I was gone!" You broke the silence, trying to lighten the mood, "Tony and Steve apologize to each other for whatever crap you were fighting about."

They just glared at you. You jabbed both of them in the shins with your crutches. Then they gave each other a half assed apology, but it was good enough for you.

"How about we watch a movie!" You smiled, figuring it'd be a nice way to get back with everyone.

Pietro grabbed the remote and handed it to you. Lucky for you, the brace was on your dominant hand, mixed with the passing concussion, you dropped the remote multiple times.

"I swear to god if I drop this one more time trying to get to this movie I'm gonna-" With that, you drop it again.

Pietro laughs a bit, then helps you put on your favorite movie. You give him a kiss on the cheek, which he quickly turned into one on the lips.

"Get a room!" Wanda said, chucking a pillow at her brother. He caught it and threw it back at her.

As the movie started, you and Pietro cuddled closely together, you had to work around the cast and brace, but the two of you made it work.

As you started to fall asleep, you smiled to yourself before looking at Pietro and whispering, "I kept my promise.."

#marvel fanfic idea #marvel #peitro maximoff #peter maximoff #peitro maximoff x reader #the avengers #natasha romanov #angst to fluff

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payeehay · 2 years ago

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In short, going into the unfinished portal had been a bad idea.

Danny thinks he's dead, now? He can't be sure, but he has no other way to explain the way that when his friends had brought him over to the mirror after he stumbled out of the glowing green expanse, there was nothing but a cottonball of white hair and a literal skull grinning grotesquely back at him.

Putting a shaky hand to his face, he'd realized that there was flesh there, it was just... invisible.

And so, one mental breakdown, an outfit change, a hairdye job, and an hour in front of sam's makeup mirror later, he was looking normal enough to go to school the next day.

Before they had left her house, she had warned him that only some of his makeup was waterproof, told him not to sweat too much, or to get it wet.

Which made his current situation a problem.

Dash steered him roughly out of the locker room toward the bathroom stalls, Kwan and Tony blocking his hopes of escape.

Fuck. He couldn't let them get his face wet.

"Hey! Why don't you hit me? You like hitting me, right?" he tried.

Dash grinned. "Good idea!" He stopped long enough to sock Danny in the stomach, before shoving him into the stall.

He struggled, but wasn't able to stop Dash from shoving his face right in the toilet.

30 seconds later, he was coughing and rubbing at his eyes while the jocks laughed.

Until they stopped laughing, one by one, peering closely at Danny. "Hey Fenton, what's wrong with your face?" Kwan asked.

Double fuck. He glanced down at his gloved hands, saw the watery foundation smeared across them. "Uh," he schooled his face, or however much was left of it, "Nothing. What's wrong with your face?"

Dash squinted at him. "No, it's- are you wearing makeup?"

"No," Danny scoffed. "I'm a guy, remember?"

"He is!" Tony exclaimed, pulling him out of the stall and into the lights.

Danny caught himself in one of the mirrors and froze. His skin looked translucent, blotches of white and black showing through.

He tried to run, was caught by the arms by Kwan and Tony, and put up a token struggle, already knowing they had him held fast.

He struggled in earnest when he saw Dash coming at him with a wet paper towel.

"No! You don't want to-"

Dash ran it down his cheek, and Danny froze as Dash's brows scrunched together. "What the fuck?" he asked curiously.

Another couple of strokes, and Danny could see bone, teeth, dark hollows in the mirror. Dash looked legitimately unnerved. "What the fuck, Fenton??" he asked again. "Where's your skin??"

Danny thought quickly. "Flesh-eating virus. It's contagious, by the way."

The three football players glanced at each other. "No..." Dash disagreed. "Something weird's going on here." He experimentally poked Danny's face, right where he'd wiped it clean, and both boys cringed. "I'll ask one more time, Fenton," he said, trying to sound intimidating. "What the fuck?"

Danny stared him down, studying him. Finally, he sighed. There was no good answer to this. "I don't know, okay? Something weird happened last night and I'm trying to hide it until I can at least figure out what the hell it was, so can I please go get my makeup and fix... this??" he asked, gesturing at his face. He gave another pull on his arms, and Kwan let go, soon followed by Tony.

Danny almost turned and ran right then, but Kwan asked, voice barely above a whisper, "Are you dead??"

Danny groaned. "I don't know! Can I please go now?"

The jocks glanced at each other again, and Dash looked almost scared. "You're a freak, Fenturd." He pushed past Danny and out toward the lockers, turned, pointed back at him. "Keep your freak shit away from me." Kwan and Tony nodded and followed him, leaving Danny gratefully alone.

When his classmates teased him the next day for wearing makeup, he could only thank whatever gods may be out there that that was all they were saying about him.

#danny phantom #danny fenton #dash baxter #kwan #if i had a nickel for every time I've written about danny wearing makeup I'd have two nickels #which isn't a lot but it's weird that it happened twice #pg's writing #pg's posts

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felikatze · 1 year ago

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@cannibal-lesbian here's the grima's subway fic drabble

don't question why my answer to "awakening character most likely to host a local news segment" is inigo though

behold, the page on my notepad app entitled simply, "sandwich"

LASLOW: "Good morning, people! My name is Laslow, and today I'm reporting on the ongoing feud between Askr's very first Fell Dragon, Grima, and a newcomer! The Silent Dragon, Anankos! I'm joined by the version of me wearing a bunny outfit who hasn't realized he likes boys yet! What's the situation, Inigo?"

INIGO: "I'm what? What's that about boys?"

LASLOW: "What's the situation, Inigo?"

INIGO: "Right. Right! After questioning the Summoner on the so-called World of Steel, the Fell Dragon has opened an establishment known as 'Subway'! However, now the Silent Dragon has created a shop known as 'Burger King' on the other side of the street here in the Aether Resort. Things are speeding up in the battle for the best fast food place in Askr. Back to you, Laslow! We need to talk later."

LASLOW: "Haha, no we don't! Figure it out yourself! Thank you for the summary, Inigo! And don't forget, I'm the only one of us who can say Anankos' name without dying here, and you're getting by on a technicality! So, Lilith, you're shift manager here at Burger King. What inspired your lord father to invest in the fast food industry?"

LILITH: "Did commander Anna put you up to this?"

LASLOW: "As one of the only people who know your father's true name, yes! It was either me or Odin, pick your poison. Back to the matter at hand?"

LILITH: ".....Fine. After witnessing Grima's efforts, Lord Anankos decided it would be the most efficient way to enact revenge on humanity."

LASLOW: "Serving burgers is an act of revenge?"

LILITH: ".....don't question Lord Anankos' will."

LASLOW: "Alright, alright. Another question. How do you feel about the business? I understand it's the first time you've talked to so many humans in a single day."

LILITH: "I will adjust. I always do. The business is doing great. We have many satisfied customers."

LASLOW: "What's your opinion on Grima's business venture? People are considering you rivals now."

LILITH: "Though Grima has inspired Lord Anankos, my Lord will prove to be the superior entrepreneur. It's a matter of time until Grima is silenced."

LASLOW: "And here you have it, from the Astral Dragon Lilith herself! Back to you, Inigo. How are things going in Subway?"

INIGO: "Business is booming! In addition to the customizable sandwiches offered by Subway, the baked goods are selling like hot cakes! The zombified corpse of Exalt Chrom is a terribly fast worker."

LASLOW: "Don't we know it!"

INIGO: "All those screams.... I'll never forget... Sliced up like those hams...."

MORGAN: "What are you doing."

INIGO: "H-WHAH! You suprised me! Hello, Morgan!"

MORGAN: "Hello, Inigo. Do you want to order."

INIGO: "Oh, uh, no! What brings a lovely lady like yourself to this fine establishment?"

MORGAN: "I work here."

INIGO: "I see. Care for an interview?"

MORGAN: "Any chance to spread Master Grima's influence."

INIGO: "Of course. So, you've been on record before that you don't have any evil plans for Askr-"

MORGAN: "That was the other me. The boy one. He serves a different Grima."

INIGO: "My apologies, you two are just always in cahoots. What does Grima hope to gain from opening this place?"

MORGAN: "Master Grima has become infatuated with the Summoner's stories of the World of Steel. He is hoping to understand the abject misery that world's people inflict upon one another."

INIGO: "Fascinating. So Subway is an experiment?"

MORGAN: "Of course our success also shows off Master Grima's incredible influence and our marketing campaign proves his tactical genius above all others."

INIGO: "Your marketing was certainly... impressive..."

CHROM: "Your order's completion... is inevitable..."

INIGO: "Dear Naga, you almost gave me a heart attack. I'm so happy none of you are allowed to kill me."

INIGO: "A last question before we go, what's your opinion on thr newly established Burger King?"

CHROM: "All will perish... to Grima's might..."

MORGAN: "That dragon is a hack and a fraud and Master Grima is better than him."

INIGO: "There you have it, folks! Grima's plan for sandwiched glory over all Zenith! More on this story as it develops!"

#feli speaks #feli writes #??#fire emblem

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marvel-writer-101 · 2 years ago

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Assumed Dead

Pietro x Reader

Word count: 1809

Author notes: this is the longest oneshot i have ever written lmfao

Lets take a step back for a moment though, to before the mission. You and Pietro had met via Wanda thinking you would be a good match for each other.

Now, the mission.

The three of you split up once you got to the base.

Bad.

Idea.

You each found rooms with the information you were looking for. In the middle of it, though, one of the HYDRA members that hadn't been killed, found one of the bombs at the base.

In short, the base blew up while only you were about to leave.

Steve and Natasha searched the rubble endlessly for any sign of you. After a few days of searching, they gave up.

The mission was supposed to last at least four months. It was cut in half because one agent was left alive accidentally.

On the way back home, Nat and Steve had to figure out how to break the news to everyone. They knew Pietro would be heartbroken.

Steve called Fury to inform him about the situation.

"Rogers why are you calling me?! You're on a mission!"

"It... Got cut short.."

"What do you mean.." The concern in Fury's voice was evident after the sadness in Steve's.

"Someone blew up the base.."

Silence came from the other end.

Natasha spoke up, "Y/n.. Didn't make it out.."

Before Fury could respond Steve chipped in again, "Please dont tell the team. We'll do it when we get back.."

"Did you find the body?" It was a question that needed to be asked for legal purposes.

"No.." Natasha said, her voice shakey.

"Alright. I'll send out a team to look for it. Get home safe."

"Mhm.. Bye.."

"Goodbye."

Click

With that, the two broke down into tears.

Eventually they texted the team that they were on their way home, that they had gotten done with the mission early and to be in the meeting room once they got there.

About 3 hours later, they arrived back at the tower. They both took a minute to clean themselves up before walking to the meeting room.

The two each took a breath before opening the door.

In the room was Clint, Bucky, Tony, Pietro, Wanda, and Bruce.

"Welcome bac-" Pietro cut himself off, noticing that one of the three were missing, and noticing the sad looks on the two that were there.

It only took about 10 seconds for him to speak up again and ask the two the dreaded question.

"Where's Y/n..?"

Steve instantly began to cry again. Natasha shook her head for a moment before just saying, "I'm sorry.."

Everyone's eyes went wide and filled with tears. Pietro's heart shattered.

He began to sob, mumbling "no no no no no no..."

( this font is for you

This font is for the team : )

Despite some serious injuries, you were alive. When the base exploded, you got sent flying back quite a bit.

Where the base was, there was a crap ton of snow that recently fell, so your black outfit stuck out like a sore thumb.

Turned out not to be so bad.

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Wanda tried to hug her brother, but he ran off to his room.

At this point every one in the room was crying.

Natasha was being hugged by Clint, Steve hugged by Bucky.

Wanda had her head in her hands, sobbing uncontrollably. For her it was a mix of missing you, and her brother being so heart broken.

Tony and Bruce headed off to their labs to cry by themselves.

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You had a major concussion, your left wrist was sprained, you had a gash on your right shoulder, and your right leg was broken.

The concussion gave you horrible coordination, so you fell over quite a few times while trying to find anything or anyone.

You had seen your two friends leave, so you couldn't exactly look for them. Though you knew how Fury operated. He'd send out a search team for you, or rather your body as you were presumed dead.

A few days later, that's exactly what happened.

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Pietro hadn't come out of his room. Everyone was worried about him and mourning over you.

Wanda left food and water out his door that every day would get taken in at some point.

Steve and Natasha felt guilty even though they couldn't have done anything to save you. They didn't know about the bomb or the random agent that was still alive.

Fury felt guilty for sending you. He knew there were bombs there and knew you wouldn't leave until you got what you went there for.

With you gone, the team fell apart. Steve and Tony fought more than they ever had.

Science bros rarely had the motivation to finish any projects.

Wanda didn't practice her powers anymore.

No one comforted each other when nightmares hit.

It was chaotic without you.

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Three days after Steve and Natasha left, Fury's search group showed up.

They found you quite quickly considering your outfit and the blood trail that started whenever you fell over.

Once the searchers found you, still alive nonetheless, you were rushed to the hospital.

You were suffering from hypothermia, your injuries had gotten worse other than the concussion, which actually kind of started to get better.

You requested to not tell the team that you were alive. You wanted to surprise them once you got better.

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Pietro had finally come out of his room and sat on the couch for most of the day, watching Steve and Tony fight.

Everyone else was in the vicinity, Natasha and Wanda in the kitchen, Clint and Bruce were sitting near Pietro, and Bucky was poorly trying to stop the never ending fight.

Over all the yelling, no one heard you come up the elevator. Upon taking a few steps out you shouted over the two.

"Damn! You guys were so loud you woke the dead!"

It went silent.

Natasha covered her mouth in shock.

Wanda peaked her head into the room and her jaw dropped.

Tony and Steve stopped yelling and just stared at you.

Pietro ran up to you and hugged you a bit too tightly.

"T-too tight my love.."

He let go of you and started crying again. This time happy tears.

By this point, it had been over 3 months since anyone saw you alive, other than Nat and Steve, for them it was only two weeks, but it still felt like an eternity.

Pietro helped you walk back to the couch, aka, he picked you up and ran back there to sit you down.

Your head spun a bit. "Pietro, I love you, but please, let's not do that for a bit.."

By now everyone was in the living room, staring at you.

"Okay geez what's with the staring? It's kinda weird." You rolled your eyes.

"Angel, for the past.. Like.. Month, we thought you were dead. It's kinda weird to just.. See you again."

You explained what had happened to you. How you had multiple injuries. How you nearly bled out multiple times. Then you mentioned that you purposefully didn't inform them that you were alive.

"WE WEREN'T TOLD ON PURPOSE?!" Pietro shrieked like a little kid seeing their parents kiss.

"Love, too loud, I literally just said that I still have a concussion."

"Sorry, but still!"

"I wanted to surprise you guys. I knew you thought I was dead, hell, I saw Steve and Natasha's faces when they gave up looking for me. I could barely see them but the look of defeat was obvious."

The room went as quiet as it had been when your 'death' was announced.

"Aaaaanyway! I can see the tower has gone to chaos while I was gone!" You broke the silence, trying to lighten the mood, "Tony and Steve apologize to each other for whatever crap you were fighting about."