#just remembered i saw them live once many moons ago

[teathattast]

This love is right

And I'm as sure as trees are ringed

As sure as windmills catch the wind

Earth will die and start anew

But I would still be loving you

[radioactivesweet]

Ok hear me out, what about moon god s/o x Poseidon, its been itching my mind cause of the sea x moon troupe.

What i imagine is, s/o being a powerful god like nyx but rarely appears so only a few gods know or saw them so Poseidon became curious about this mysterious (beautiful) god. Feel free to add more about this!! im just really craving for someone to write this 🥹

Uhhh I like this concept a lot!! I tried to keep the reader's gender kinda neutral, I hope it's fine^^ btw I really enjoyed writing this!

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Poseidon often found himself staring at the moon. He couldn't really explain why he would do that - not that anybody would dare asking the God of the Sea what he was doing. Unbothered, Poseidon would stand silenty on the ivory balcony, looking up to that apparently endless sky. Even for someone like him that domain appeared far and full of mystery.

It was a dark night, its only beam being the peaceful and perlescent light emanated by the sleeping moon. He was once told that a god inhabited the moon, far from all other living beings. It wasn't known the reason why the deity ended up there, observing humankind from the satellite. Some believed they refused to get involved with human affairs and chose to live as a hermit instead; others claimed the god was exiled and was cursed to live on their own, bound to live in loneliness; some believed that god to have died long ago, the moonlight being their only inheritance, the memento of a god who existed no more, the reminder of a otherwise forgotten past.

Poseidon, everytime he would look at the moon, would wonder the real story behind it. None of the moon goddesses he knew could give him a response, despite asking themselves the same question - with whom were they sharing their moon? A god, a ghost or nothing at all?

Not knowing made the God of the Sea restless. He wasn't supposed to be this ignorant - it was his duty and right to know the truth. Yet, all he knew didn't make sense to him at all. He couldn't find a reason why a god would choose to abandon their place a seek shelter on the moon; if a deity was trapped on the moon, he would have surely heard of it somehow. It wouldn't have been just a rumour; lastly, gods weren't meant to die, it wasn't their nature. They didn't have an expire date nor any time limits, so it was impossible to begin with. If there really were someone looking down on him from the moon, Poseidon would discover it.

Poseidon spent that whole night reading books and looking for information regarding the legends surrounding that mysterious and mystical figure. There weren't many references and he couldn't even find the name of that god, yet there were reported some events which most likely involved them. A beautiful deity whose melancholic face was reflected on the moon on certain nights, someone wearing a silvery armor while riding a shining chariot across the sky. Also, a powerful god who could conceal the sun and the earth. A god capable of moving the stars and making humans into constellations. A god who could flex the tides to their own amusement - which meant disturbing the God of the Sea too - the moon phases and the sea had always been strictly connected to one another, but the thought of someone directly interefering had never crossed his mind. An ancient deity whose name had been long forgotten and all traces canceled, no statues nor temples left, their believers long dead and turned to ashes.

Poseidon was intrigued to say the least. He couldn't recall even if tried the last time he had felt so interested in someone - maybe last time was when he recognised Hades as his brother thousands of years before? He didn't remember anymore, and it didn't really matter to him neither.

Rumours spreaded fast across the Heavens. It was a matter of days before everybody knew what the lonesome Poseidon was looking for, yet nobody dared approaching him nor suggesting him the information that could have helped him reach his objective. Yet, everybody was curious as to why he was interested in that legend in the first place. Poseidon was used to those lower deities' gossips, so he didn't pay them much care, they were nothing more than a bother and wasn't expecting them to act some other way. He was more interested in what certain gods had to say.

Zeus, despite his prestige, knew no more than him but reccomended talking with the goddess Nyx, whom he was afraid of, much more ancient than he was. Hades and Hermes agreed with Zeus and added some rumours that had been circulating for ages in the Underworld regarding a moon deity who lead the souls of the dead to Hades' domain. Beelzebub clearly remembered studying moon's phenoma and seeing that legendary face. They didn't ask him the reason why he was looking for the god. He wouldn't have answered anyway. Without a single word, he left, approaching his next destination, the goddess all gods feared: Nyx.

He respected the goddess, recognising her value and strenght, but didn't understand the reason why even the almighty Zeus feared - he could only suppose it must have been because of one of his many affairs that didn't end the way Zeus imagined. Poseidon didn't have anything to do with that though, therefore had no reason to fear her.

Nyx knew it all, the story of the human who ascended to the skies and then flew even higher above. That god's name was (Y/n), the vagabond of the stars, the hermit who found a home in the dim light of the moon. Poseidon was satisfied by the answers he had finally found - and a way to reach the moon itself. He was close to his goal.

He had finally landed on the moon. Poseidon had never been there before. It was the first time he got to see the sea he ruled from that perspective. It was a foreign feeling to him. He could almost understand the reason why humans tried so hard to leave Earth and reach the space - it was undescribable. He couldn't even blame (Y/n) for hiding in that timeless place. Poseidon felt as he could touch the stars if he only wanted to. And he was just about to do it, if only a sudden voice hadn't interrupted him.

"I've heard someone was looking for me. I don't receive many guests, so I suppose you must be that person." it was quite, almost a whisper. It didn't surprise Poseidon. (T/n) mustn't have had someone to talk to in a long time.

"You are Poseidon, aren't you? You often stare at the moon, I noticed it." a voice comparable to the music of the spheres, the musica universalis, the harmony between the celestial bodies.

(Y/n) seemed to have no material consistence, one with the stars and the deep blue sky surround them, floating on the ground, detached from the earthly beings. Poseidon almost felt unworthy of being before someone surrounded by such a, otherwordly aura, belonging to a different dimension. On the other hand, he was attracted by that holy creature.

"You are welcome here, God of the Seas." almost as if they had read his mind, (Y/n) reassured him "We all belong to the moon, all beings are made of the same stardust. There are no differences between us."

For once, Poseidon, enchanted and bewitched, couldn't reply. He was part of that symphony too - he could feel it resonating deep into his bones.

The everlasting sea below him, the everlasting stars above him. Poseidon felt whole for the first time in his equally everlasting life.

[ladysmutwriter]

Lovers Rock

Reiji Sakamaki x Reader

Having the woman of his life, Reiji looses you because of his father, and after years he decides to finally stand up to him, will it be too late?

WARNINGS: Depression, mild sexual content (only mentions of it)

Your eyes stared lovingly at him, the glow of the moon giving you a magical look, the stars being the only witness of your love, your love towards Reiji. But something was odd, he was looking at you, but he wasn't thinking about you, his usually calmed concentrated eyes filled with concern, scanning your face as if he'd never see you again.

He was remembering all of your memories together, how your first interaction was, you casually finding him at school and starting a small conversation, afterwards you'd always find him to chat, showing off your smarts and good manners, thing that got Reiji's curiosity- your smooth skin, pretty lips and eyes that looked like galaxies, filled with knowledge you'd happily tell him about, wether it was your special interest or random things, you always made sure to investigate and know everything about it, and so you began to grow closer to him.

Then your first kiss happened, after you two had gone to a meadow in the middle of the night, to watch the sky full of stars, you shocking him as you pounced over him as you connected your lips, the sweet taste of you filling his head as you tightly grabbed onto his clothes, cheeks flushed as you broke the kiss, instantly telling him how you felt, and it was mutual. Your relationship was still a secret, as he didn't want his brothers or father going behind you, a fragile human compared to them.

The first time he tasted your blood; you were on the same meadow, in the dead of night, you under Reiji as your clothes were disheveled, face fully red and hair messy, your bra on the grass a few feet away as he had ripped it apart, your mouth leaving out little moans as you begged him to bite you, to finally mark you as his, to take away your virginity and blood; feeling a smile creep up your face as you felt his fangs tear your skin, and the suction as he drank your blood, the night ending in him claiming your body just like you had dreamt of many times.

But now everything had changed, as Ayato had saw him in school giving you a small peck on the lips, and made sure to tell everyone, including Karlheinz, who didn't take it lightly.

Now you had to stop going to school, because of the constant harassment of Reiji's brothers. But you still loved him, and didn't care about anything besides him. But he couldn't disobey his father, as much as he hated him, Karlheinz had far more power than him, giving Reiji a single warning that he had to marry someone with richer blood than you or another vampire who was strong powers.

You looked like the prettiest china cups he owned, but it felt as if he grabbed a hammer, and destroyed them with all his might, as he told you the awful words- i can't be with you anymore.

"And she cried over nothing So there was nothing I could do to stop Her from cutting Her beautiful H/C hair off"

You just got up, eyes filled with tears as you left. Next day you went back to school, as the Sakamaki brothers stopped harassing you now, not even glancing towards Reiji.

The year passed on, and you graduated, and left school; while Reiji met another woman, and as years passed he married her and had his first born, never achieving to connect with either the woman or the baby, only seeing them as strangers who he had to live with.

Years passed and passed, and soon enough, he forgot about you- him still the same as he never aged, until one day where he was cleaning his lab, he found a small red vial, the label being "Y/N Blood", a gift you had given him to drink if he ever missed you, years ago when you were still together. The once red liquid was now coagulated, brown and looked awful, a nice representation of how things ended with Reiji.

How long had it been? His child was now a grown adult, perhaps about 60/70 years? The memories of you being hard to remember because of the years- yet he felt an odd pinch in his chest, almost painful- he realized he needed to see you again, considering you were a mortal human you could be dead by now, considering how fragile humans were, that was a possibility that scared him, even if he never demostrated any emotions everything changed when remembering how warm your body was, how soft your voice felt in his ears, how magnificent you were, blessed with beauty and smarts; he needed you again.

He still remembers your home, so calling a driver he set his way on the limousine he went to your address. Getting outside of the car, the only lights in the dark night was the windows of your small house, just by the side of the road, with no neighbours other than the cows and the meadow surrounding the area- he didn't even bother knocking, entering the house, the smell of fresh baked pastries filling his nose as he adjusted his sight to the many candles and lights, seeing an old lady crocheting in a couch, white hair falling down her wrinkly face, her shaky hands stopping only once she heard his steps.

It was you.

You were extremely different, and your eyes squinted as you didn't recognize the person standing in front of you, but as his mouth whispered your name, you dropped the crochet to the floor, grabbing the glasses that were on the little table next to you, putting them on as your eyes opened like plates, your whole body beggining to shake as you got up, slowly walking over to him as your hands raised, him crouching a little to let you caress his face.

Your hands were chubbier and filled with wrinkles, slowly caressing his face, surprised as he hadn't aged one day, tears falling from your eyes as you hugged him tightly, white and gray hair covering your smaller form as you cried into his torso, your warmth poisoning Reiji, the warmth he had missed so much once again against him, making him forget about all the years you spent apart, and once again like the day he met you.

You looked different, as you had aged, but you were still gorgeous, and now he wasn't going to abandon you like he did all those years ago.

[nivea-ah]

you should totally compile a list of all your fav tddk fics!! I’m always looking for recs!! 👀

(finally got the ask I was waiting for for ages yess)

I have so many tddk fic recs (that's what happens when you've been reading tddk since 2020) but I've compiled my favourites here!

you could be the one that I love

“Oh please. You know he likes you as more than just a friend. Why don’t you just tell him you feel the same?”

I can’t, because he’ll drop everything to come back when I ask him to, and I can’t be the one who ruins his dreams to fulfill my own selfish ones.

“I just can’t.”

[In which twenty-seven year old pro-hero Shouto yearns for years thousands of miles away from Izuku and writes him letters filled with wishes and confessions he never intends to share.]

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It's a post canon fic and it's SO SO GOOD. I had so many feels reading this it's so wonderful and so good and so cute UGH. please read it makes you very happy.

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nine centuries and counting

When Izuku is happy, he makes flowers bloom.

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okay SO. I haven't reread this fic in ages but I remember it feeling SO GOOD and I think that's a feeling everyone should experience at least once. It's a goblin au (the kdrama) and the fic makes me want to watch it

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Coffee and Red Bull

Todoroki Shouto didn’t like people watching, but some people were too interesting to be ignored.

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so funny and so cute. It's only 2k words so it's very good for a quick read. Izuku overworks and shouto finds that concerning and a little adorable.

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the fire escape

Shouto Todoroki is in love with a superhero.

He doesn’t understand how this superhero came to exist; all he knows is that there was no news one day, and then blown up headlines the next. They talked about a bus full of people saved by a masked person who used his incredible strength to keep the vehicle from falling off the side of a bridge when the brakes stopped working. Other, smaller stories popped up from those who recognized him--or at least, the green and white mask he wore.

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SPIDERMAN AU.

that's it. what more should I say. it's so good. there's that iconic upside down kissing too so I think it's a wonderful deal.

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red delicious

Izuku might have a problem. Okay, so maybe that was a bit of an understatement. He definitely has more than just a problem because Todoroki Shouto should not look this good eating a god damn apple.

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this fic is just them making out and personally I love that sooo

it's actually very cute you should read it mwah

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Who is he to say no?

Izuku looked up and saw a dark look pass through the other's face, Izuku did not notice before but the other's eyes were red and now they were glowing as they were two little moons, obsessed and transfixed on the blood that had seeped out of his mouth.

“Oh.” Izuku said, frozen still.

Or Where a sick human falls in love with a timeless being and lives longer than he ever expected to.

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This, too, I read long ago BUT I FELT GOOD AFTER I READ IT SO ITS GOOD I FEEL. it's vampire todoroki and I really like that so

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Moonlight Sonata

There was something vulnerable in Todoroki's expression, in the parting of his lips and the way he tilted his face upwards, unguarded for once. Izuku would compare him to a painting were it not for the fact that not even the most skilled artist in the world would be able to match such beauty or capture such emotion as the one evoked by the sight of Todoroki playing the piano.

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guys,,, this fic is so good. it's actual literature. It's set in some regency au where shouto is izuku's master in some sorts BUT DONT WORRY NO POWER DYNAMICS. please read it it's very good

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I have LOTS more left to recommend but I thought I'll recommend some of the ones I haven't seen recommended a lot? If you want more, just ask, I love spreading my tddk agenda >:)

[writer-rubes]

Tickletober - Day 3

A/N: First of the DCA/Sun and Moon show pieces uwu I had this idea for a while, I just never had an excuse. Well, now I have one! I feel like this might be a little in character. This takes place after Old Moon's return.

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Below the Belt

Tickletober - Day 3: Prank

Summary: After their Premium Member QnA, Sun tries to get Moon back for tickling him with one of Nexus' scrapped inventions, before he went crazy. But Moon finds out, and decides to have a little fun of his own.

Sun was cleaning out some old boxes at the Daycare. He was still a little flustered from the QnA he and Moon did a few days ago. He couldn't believe Moon did that! He was a bit embarrassed, and his family has not let him live it down yet. It was all out of love of course.... but still.

"I need to get Moon back for that! But every time I try, something gets in my way, or Moon just gets me instead!" He said, still a little flushed. He took down one of the boxes, and realized it was a box of Nexus' old inventions. Before he betrayed everyone.

Why did he still have these? He thought he got rid of all of Nexus' old inventions. Either thrown away, or having Moon repurpose them. He decided to finish that, and he started to go through the box.

Many of the inventions were rather weird. A wire cutter with a circuit board in the blades, a high tech hamster wheel, and a few other things. But one thing at the bottom of the box caught Sun's eye. It was a blue belt, with a keyhole attached. It also came with a remote. Sun recognized the design from a cartoon that Jack and Dazzle watched.

"Wait... is that- wait, why would he make this?"

He wondered if it actually worked. He attached it to his waist, and he pressed the red button on the remote. He didn't know what he was thinking. Because as soon as it turned on, Sun shrieked. He burst into squeaky laughter, squirming on the padded floor. The belt tickled all over, but mainly on his tummy, where the belt rested. Really? Nexus invented a tickle belt before he lost his marbles?

In Sun's hysterical laughter, he grabbed the remote and shut it off. The belt stopped, and he took several breaths to calm down. He hoped no one saw that, it was rather embarrassing...

Then an idea hit him.

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Sun had gotten home, and made dinner for Dazzle and Jack. Once they ate and went up to play, Sun snuck into Moon's room. Moon was out at his lab with Solar, so he was completely safe to do this.

He grabbed a spare pair of pants from Moon's drawer, and he stuffed the belt inside, concealing it with the cloth. He folded it, and set it on the top of Moon's clean pile. So it would be the pair he wore in the morning. He smirked, and held the remote, almost in a teasing manner as he went to his own room.

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Moon returned to the house with Solar behind him. They were both tired, as they spent all day working on building some new negative star power defenses. They both went to Moon's room since they needed to talk a bit longer.

"Do you think it's enough to keep Sun safe?" Solar asked.

"I hope it is. I can't let him get hurt..." Moon went to his drawer to get his pair of pants for the morning, but he noticed a weight change. His pants aren't normally that heavy.

He investigated, and he pulled out the tickle belt that Sun hid in his pants. Moon was a little surprised. He had no idea how it got there at first, until he remembered how he tickled Sun on their QnA. So he wanted revenge...

"Well, I gotta say... At least this was unexpected." Moon shrugged. Solar looked over at the belt, his eyes widening a little.

"Wait, is that... the thing from Spongebob? Jack told me about that thing!"

"Right... a tickle belt. Where did Sun even get one of these?" Moon asked as he thought for a moment.

"Well, what will you do with it? Sun probably planted it in there to mess with you... He'll be disappointed." Solar muttered. Moon continued to think, and a fun idea came to his head. He smirked.

"Sure... but he might be in for a shock in the morning." He walked to Sun's room. Sun was asleep, and he was good at being quiet...

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The daycare had just been emptied for the day, and Moon had just gotten back to was talking with Earth and Lunar. He was asking about their days.

"How did a kid throw the Moon plushie all the way up to the ceiling lights?" Moon asked, while Lunar shrugged.

"I don't know! Kids are crazy these days!" Lunar cried. Earth just smiled and rolled her eyes playfully. Sun walked over to them, a soft smirk on his face.

"So, you enjoying hanging out with us, Moony?~" Sun asked, with a playful smirk on his face. Moon nodded.

"Yeah, it's nice. It's nice having such a great sister, too." Moon commented.

"Aw, Moon!~" Earth smiled, her cheeks a little pink. Sun nodded, smirking.

"So, Moon... I must ask, have you laughed enough today?~" Sun asked teasingly, and Moon just smiled and shrugged.

"Solar told me a pretty good joke. I laughed pretty hard." Sun nodded, his smirk growing.

"Well..." He held up the remote. "Let me give you something to really laugh about!~" He pressed the button on the remote.

What he wasn't expecting was for him to feel the tickles instead. He burst into laughter, and fell onto the floor. He dropped the remote, and Moon picked it up.

"Moon?!" Sun cried as he laughed. Moon chuckled.

"Oh, Sunny... Did you really think I'd fall for that?~" Moon asked teasingly. "I figured out your little prank last night. I figured I'd tuck that tickle belt under your frills and get you laughing. You didn't suspect a thing."

Lunar's cheeks turned a little red, but he smiled at the scene. It was so funny. And Earth, she smiled sweetly, thinking it was very cute. Moon just smirked, enjoying the show as Sun writhed and laughed on the floor.

"Okay, Moon!" He said while laughing and squeaking. "You got me, turn it off!" He begged. Moon thought about it, and shrugged.

"Oh, I'll turn it off in a few minutes~" Moon chuckled. "You still tried to pull this on me. I think I'll let you squirm and laugh for a bit~"

Sun just let himself melt as he laughed, and his siblings watched the scene. Even if he tried to get revenge, he was still okay with this outcome.

He always needed a good laugh.

Prompt List

[blingblong55]

Two Ghosts- Simon 'Ghost' Riley

F!Reader, angst, fluff,

We're just two ghosts standing in the place of you and me Trying to remember how it feels to have a heartbeat

A man and a woman. One is nicknamed Ghost the other is a literal ghost, one home, one heart beating for two.

Simon and you were in a serious relationship before your death, it was what made him feel normal and after your death, all he could think about was dying. That is until you started to haunt him, it started in the flat you two shared many moons ago. To be honest he kinda liked having your ghost around, having you move things around and keep him entertained.

"R/N! I mean it, I need my mask, where is it?" he kept looking around the place, You giggled and walked around, moving from place to place. You didn't want him to leave, wanted him home just the two of you. "R/N, please darling I have to go to work," his voice soft. You magically appeared behind him, waving the mask in front of his face. He sighs and takes it, it's not that you bothered him but it's more than he wished he could touch you, to have your warmth around him. "I can still go, right?" You kindly asked and appeared on the sofa. "You know, wherever I go you go, so of course you can come, my love."

No one knew that this is how he has been kept sane since your death and no one would understand that the ghost of his dead girlfriend literally roams the Earth with him. If word got out he talks to you, he would be honourably discharged from the military and he would be forced to go back to his meds. It wasn't every day he believed in such things but after you made contact with him, he likes to keep you around.

Wherever he went, you did too. On a mission? There you went, ran around the field and told him where the enemies were, No one but him could see you, that is what made him think he was going mad. How can he see and hear you but no one else can? Was it time to really just take his meds?

Date nights were different now, if you wanted something romantic but still to fit the whole 'My dead girlfriend and I still talk and I am taking her out' vibe, you'd simply ask him to visit your grave. It was quite cute, you and him, having a picnic in front of the tombstone that carried your name.

Today was the same as usual, he had two weeks off work and he planned to spend them all on you. So, as the usual routine now, you and him go on that date. You were his special little ghost, that was what he always called you, and for such a special someone, he had to plan the perfect date. The location for the most romantic grave date in the history of the world... For his girl...

He was never the one to bring flowers to your grave, not even at the funeral. What he brought, that gloomy day was a skull balaclava because, without you, he is no longer Simon. Like you, he is a ghost but unlike you, he is a living ghost.

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We're just two ghosts swimming in a glass half empty Trying to remember how it feels to have a heartbeat

"My love, I'll bring flowers, I've never done this before though, so I might make a mess." He admitted in a mumble.

"But I'll try my best. You're worth the time and effort." he truthfully says.

'I love you, little human." The irony of it all, you and your nicknames for him.

"I love you too, my special little ghost." he smiles a little as he watches you run around the graveyard, trying to find your final resting place. That dress you wore, even dead you looked as beautiful as the day he lost you. He walks to a merchant, "Can I have your best roses?" he asks, already spotting the best.

The merchant handed him the flowers, "Visiting your mum?" It was typical, to see sons around this time of year. After paying he started to walk inside the graveyard. It was weird, having to pay for flowers to put on a grave. Your grave. Was this normal? Now, he had the flowers and he was going to give them to you with pride. Once he saw you kneel in front of your grave, he walked in that direction.

You look up at him, "What are those for?" you question the flowers in his hands. "For your grave." he softly says, Oh that innocent sound in his voice, what a delight.

"I thought it would be nice to bring them for our grave date" He adds.

"Thank you." You smile and watch as he creates the perfect picnic for you both. You touch your tombstone, fingers trailing the message he had made for it.

'A friend, lover and the most beautiful soul. You will forever be missed, my love.'

"Alright, now let's enjoy this time, my love." he smiles and sits down. To be honest, although he enjoys you being around as a ghost, he wished he could have one last hug, just one little kiss and maybe just one last warm bed.

All of a sudden, a memory, flashes through him. The first date he took you on as a ghost. A lake not too far from home. How you swam in the water and left no ripple behind, back then you could only be seen not to leave any mark that you were there as a ghost. He watches from shore before jumping in and swimming to you.

"Gosh, the water is perfect!" you exclaimed.

"I'm glad you're not too bothered by the water, my love." he softly spoke. "I feel alive, Simon." You look at him and swim closer.

How he wished to hold you in his arms that day. "You make me feel like I'm alive," you swam closer.

"I like it, when you feel happy, when you feel alive and I just wish I had you, for just a little longer."

"I'll always be around, you know?"

"Yes, I know, it's just if I could have you back, if it was possible I could get you back, I'd do it." The sadness in his voice was too much for you not to notice. You cup his face, neither of you can feel it, no warmth that radiates.

"I promise, I'd do it in a heartbeat." He sounded like a scared little boy and at the end of the day, that is who he was, scared and alone. You frown as you stare at his beautiful soft eyes. "You don't have be be sad, my love...I hate it when you feel sad." Why can't he just have you? Are the Gods enjoying his suffering? Is this why he can never have something good for just himself?

"R/N, you don't have to be sorry for being dead, it's not your fault."

"I know, it's just...I feel like if I was alive we could do so much more." Is this what the poets wrote when they felt sad? Two souls apart that are meant for the other but the goddamned Gods love to see the pain they have caused. From splashes to swimming competitions, that day was as normal and beautiful as possible.

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"Simon?" you brought him back to reality, he smiled as he looked at you, touching the flowers he brought here.

"Yes, my love?"

"You make me feel like I still have a beating heart, something I haven't felt since I died...I love you, Simon." Anytime you said those magical three words, it was like the first time all over again. A confession that happened years ago and those three words still make him excited and emotional.

He was your heart, beating and living for both of you. What a life did he have ahead of himself.

I'm just trying to remember how it feels to have a heartbeat

[marice23top]

CHAPTER 2 -Prowler Miles X Deadpool ( fem) Reader

Taglist: @bath1lda @niktwazny303​ @sorryi-mtrash

Jackerman Parker

 A man I haven't seen in years, the man who had done the worst thing to me and to my Lover life. Our lives were ruined because of this man.

The man who gave me my dumb powers, and the man who…

 The helped framed  the Murderer of…

Captain Jefferson Davis

                                                     THE EVENT 

“Welcome all and welcome to the new society. I Jackerman, am here to tell you how we plan to overrun Fisk tower and destroy the company to become the biggest and strongest group in Brooklyn '' Jackerman states to the crowd of old Fisk workers. “ I understand what Fisk has ruined our lives and it's time to take all that power away from him  starting today we will be the new rulers!!” he yells as the crowd of villains yell with excitement, not ready to know they will all be either hospitalized or dead by the end of this Event.

In the crowd only two people were not cheering; they looked as if they wanted to rip the man on stage, head off his body and throw it to the moon.

“You ready “ “ready as i'll ever be” As she states this she cocks her gun and starts to lift it up as he places his gauntlet on his arm charging it up. “Let's get this party started” she says smirking at the boy before shooting the two man in front of her dead in their heads.

“ Two done many to go” she says, but at the sound of a gunshot all the men in the crowd turn to only see the girl with two machine guns instead of the smaller guns she had.

“WHO”S READY TO PARTY '' as she yells she starts the guns and starts to laugh at the dying group's misfortune.

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” but within twenty seconds most of the men were dead and the machine guns were out of bullets. With that the men who lived under the master gun get up and grab their  weapons ready to attack. She sees this and starts to move back into a darker part of the event  Yelling “PROOWWWLEEERRR, IT'S YOUR TURN TO HAVE SOME FUN!!!” before getting shot in the head and falling to the ground.

But once the men turned to see who shot her, the man's head who shot her was grabbed and skull was crushed. All that is left is a dark purple figure standing there. “Time to meet yalls end” said a dark voice from the person, before sprinting to the group and  killing  each and every one of them. 

While this was happening Mr. Parker was trying to find some way to escape the building after seeing that girl get shot and another killer coming, he knew they were both after him. As he makes it to the door he finally thinks he has freedom only to hear.

“Mr.Jackermmaaannn, where are you going you can’t leave yet me and my friend upstairs have some questions for you” that voice of a young girl, the same voice as the girl who was shot not just a while ago in the head early. 

‘How, how can this be when I saw her get killed… no it can’t be her’ he thinks to himself, terror filling his eyes as he sees the girl with a bullet wound in her head that seemed to be healing, but also to the face of the girl, a face he couldn’t forget.

“Come on, Jackerman, don't fight me. Me and  that guy upstairs really need to talk to you, mostly him though” she tells him smiling up at him with death in her eyes. But when he makes no way to move she knows what she has to do. She looks at him before looking up and then whistling up to the person above.

 And that's when he blacked out.

                  THE BASEMENT OF A OLD LABORATORY

“Wakey,wakkeey Jackerman we have some questions” says the girl looking down at the man tied to the structure of the building.

He opens his eyes to see not only the girl with magically no bullet wound in her head anymore, but a new member whose purple glowing eyes seemed to be glaring into his soul looking for purpose to kill him off right now.

“WHERE AM I, LET ME GO!” he yells at them but counties, “WHO ARE YOU TWO!!”

“You don't remember me mister Jackermen? I mean you the reason I'm here right now and him oh, he wants to kill you, but we need something about a certain man” The girl says still smiling at him like they were friends but in her eyes you can see the true emotion in them.

“Do you know Jefferson Davis the man you legally helped kill and to be honest my buddie up there really needs to know” she says to him pointing up to the parched being with glowing eyes.

“I do but I only tell you if you both tell me your names, '' Jackerman asked with fear as he wanted to know who they were, but not thinking that if they told him he was going to have to die now.

“OK!” The girl says liking to make him remember and to tell them later about why they had to ask them the question in the first place.

“Im Y/n Fisk you might remember me, you tortured me when I was younger and then experimented on me turning me into an unkillable being. And that guy up there is Miles, SAY HI MILES'' Y/n explains who they are with a wide grin seeing the terror on his face grow even more because he remembered and  Miles drooping down to get right in the mans face, that's when Y/n knew that this was now Miles turn to ask more about the killer of his father. So she looked at him and moved to the side of the room, watching Miles torture people was kinda hot.

                                  AFTER THE TORTURING

“Y/n” “ hmm yes' ' he didn't kill him but he gave me a lead on who” “oh that's great ... He's dead ""yep mission over, cmon  Princesa Hermosa, Vamos a casa juntas ""YEAAAAHHHH!!!”

Princesa Hermosa —-> Beautiful princess

Vamos a casa juntas —---> Let's go home together 

(Changed the main story a bit that miles dad wasn’t killed by trying to save some and getting crushed, but to trying to save someone and getting murder like uncle ben>):

[marigoldbaker]

Cold night air, for whichever OC you're feeling most enthused about atm :)

ooooh let's do a fun little curveball!

Briar is sitting on the roof when Jaheira finally makes it out of the Tasty Pastry. Her legs are drawn in tight and she's staring up at the sky with an obstinate anger that looks more suited to the young girl Jaheira once knew than the woman she has grown into. She doesn't turn to look when Jaheira clambers up onto the roof with her.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Jaheira asks.

Briar says, "Khalid would actually literally hate her."

"Mm," says Jaheira. Somehow this does not sting as much as she thought it might. There's a strange, cold comfort in the fact that this is someone who feels that same endless grief as her, even after so many years. Even after only a handful of months fighting at his side.

Briar is the only other person alive who truly knew and saw Khalid. Nothing she says can hurt with that in mind.

"I can't believe you're just--forgetting about him," says Briar. Her jaw is tight and angry. "You know he'd have never even thought about even looking at another woman if it had been you, and now here you are with some stupid--"

"Tread carefully," says Jaheira. As much as she will allow Briar, she does not allow anyone to speak ill of those she loves--or wants to love--or wants to be allowed to love, someday. Things with Thea are always so fucking complicated.

Briar's mouth trembles. "Don't you even miss him?"

Jaheira remembers that there were once days when Briar would fling herself into the nearest pair of arms like it was nothing--cling and cry and beg for attention like a spoiled little cat. A century ago, Briar would already be draped over her shoulders, complaining away, and Jaheira would have been able to hold her--but they are on the roof, and Jaheira suspects Briar will jerk back and lose her balance. She can't risk hurting Briar--any more than she already has, anyway, by living. By not being Khalid.

"He'd be so disappointed," says Briar, her voice taking on a dreamy, miserable quality. She points her toes and stares down at her coal-black shoes. It doesn't seem like she's talking about Jaheira and Thea anymore. "So, so disappointed."

The chill is settling into Jaheira's bones.

"Ducky!" Thea calls from down below. Relieved at the excuse to leave this conversation, Jaheira shifts shape, fluttering down into a bird that perches on Thea's shoulder. "You left your cloak inside. And you know you're not good at being cold after dark."

Jaheira squawks, irritated, remembers that she is in the wrong shape to converse, and jumps off of Thea's shoulder to shift into her own skin. She stoops, and Thea drapes the cloak round her shoulders. "I am fine with being cold after dark," she says.

"Mm," says Thea. She doesn't look up at Briar, but it's not a dismissal so much as it's a respectful distance between them. "Your girl need any help getting down?"

Jaheira looks back up at Briar--clad in inky black, her dark hair too short to be anything close to warm. Briar's eyes are on the moon.

"I do not think," she says, "that she will take kindly to the question."

[rosesnink]

Threads of Gold

Author's Notes

A few days ago, I commissioned Thia @oh-so-youre-a-nerd from their Your Characters comms this beautiful piece of Mr. Sinclaire and Marianna, and the moment I saw the sketch, I knew I had to bring it to life.

I am aware that I said I'd stop writing Marianna here, but she's too amazing to just quit writing her here and the brainrot's stronger, lol.

English isn't my first language, so please forgive any typos/grammar mistakes I may make.

To read more of Ernest and Marianna's journey, click here!

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Summary: Ernest and Marianna share a cozy and intimate moment

Word Count: 644

Category: Fluff

Rating: G

Book: Desire and Decorum

March, 1812

It was late night, and Ernest Sinclaire found himself in Marianna’s house once again. He had duties in London, and if he had endured them, it was to see her once the moon was out. After a passionate session, they got decent and Marianna prepared some tea before the man went back to his townhouse.

“What am I to you, sir?”

Ernest looked up, blinking, rather confused and drowsy. “Sorry?”

“I asked you what do I mean to you.”

“I… haven’t thought about it deeply. But… I know that I like being with you, and not just because of…” his ears flushed pink, but he carried on “but more than that. I like talking to you, listening to what you have to say…”

Marianna bit her lip “I feel the same. I can’t explain it, but… there’s something about you that keeps drawing me back to you.”

They both stood in silence, the theme on the conversation weighing heavily on them. It was clear that they were more than lovers, yet they weren’t in love with one another. Not at least on his part. It’d be more complicated for her than him. He wasn’t the first man of his station to marry someone like him. Indeed, the second wife of his ancestor, Walter Sinclaire, had married a woman of the night’s daughter who sold oranges for a living, and theirs had been a beautiful and tempestuous relationship that had led to the century-old tale of the duelling pistol hanging in Ledford Park.

He could see that she did not wish marriage. The way she shifted and acted when the word came out in her presence wasn’t difficult to miss for someone like him. He was used to lurk somewhere and observe and read the room, an underrated societal skill few used, desperate to shine in the scene. Many failed miserably, and it was quite pitiful to watch.

But somehow, Marianna always stole the spotlight. Despite being eleven years his elder, she looked like she was his age, maybe younger. Her fair skin shone brightly on the fireplace’s shadows, her golden locks now down and messy. The thin nightgown carved her perfectly plump figure, sign of years of work, children perhaps as well. He suddenly remembered his travels to Italy, and seeing the statues of Aphrodite and being mesmerised by the detail of the naked female body. It came to him that the same proportions had been given to Marianna: beautiful hip dips, her body being plump and soft like a pillow. Her face was earth-shatteringly striking: light blue like the Pacific Ocean, plump cheeks and mildly full lips with the perfect shape that drove him mad every time he kissed them. Her neck was elegant, and her collarbones had this effect on him that he couldn’t describe. She was too beautiful to work there, enduring blithering idiots and blind drunks who sought refuge from their wives. She was a work of art, and he wished he was blessed with the gift of art. He’d gladly paint her. The image sent heart flutters to his chest.

Getting close as she gathered her thoughts, he stroked her hair, smelling the jasmine and the hint of rosewater on it. Marianna softened at his touch, not daring to turn around and face the question in both their minds.

Playing with her hair, he created threads of golden hair, the colour of the sun, and set aside some stray hairs to kiss the nape of the neck “I may not have the word for it yet, but you mean more to me than the English language’s adjectives can provide. Know that. Always.”

Embracing, they observed how the sun slowly rose, and Ernest hoped that, whatever happened between one another, memories like these would prevail in both their memories.

[yarrystyleeza]

Arduous Solitude

"I used to want to be alone. Now that you're here—I don't want to be alone anymore. The solitude that I once wanted took no place in my heart ever since I had you."

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Taglist: @mattmurdocks6thscaleapartment @bellaxgiornata @babygirlmurdock @1988-fiend @v4leoftears @galaxies-and-moons-and-cox @floral-charlie-cat

[curiosity almost killed the cat]

Word count: 1.7k!

Warnings/tags for this chapter: none!!! Talks of art, cats, and tea. Someone gets a burn scar!!! other than that—there's nothing.

You looked even more interesting this close.

You eyed him curiously with high eyebrows— waiting for him to speak. He cleared his throat, flashing a smile. "Welcome to the neighborhood," he states, his voice was gravely but it was warm, even soothing. Eerly soothing.

It wasn't really matching his face, he was handsome, you couldn't doubt that for a split second, but he was a bit perturbing. He had a weird aura, maybe off-putting too, but he looked nice. Very nice.

Stop that, you literally just met the man. You mentally shook your head.

"Thank you, mister..." you stopped, waiting for him to finish your sentence.

"Henry," he said, "my name is Henry," he smiled once again.

You nodded, "pleasure to meet you, Mister Henry."

You introduce yourself. "Such a lovely name," he says, and you feel the blood creeping up beneath your skin.

"I apologize—it seemed like you were having a lonely time," he says.

You shook your head, almost instantly, "no worries, you didn't bother."

Why did you say that? Why did you sound so eager and... desperate? In your head, you smacked yourself across the face.

"Oh, um--" he trailed off.

You gasped. "Oh, I'm very sorry-- please come in," you swing the door wider, allowing him to pass inside. He took off his dark fedota and wiped his shoes at the entrance mat. He wasn't this 6ft tall huge—but he was huge, with broad shoulders and a wide dorsum. You felt a little small next to him, maybe more than just a little.

You show him the way into your living room, moving your cozy blankets out of the way for him to sit on your sofa. He gently settled down, eyeing the interior of your house thoroughly. Did he like the decor? Wait--why would you even care? It's your house, not his.

"Sorry again, let me go grab something for you to drink, you must be freezing," you say, turning in your heels and walking straight to the kitchen. He called your name. It pinned you in place.

You never liked how your name sounded more than now.

"Don't bother bringing anything, I don't really need--"

You turned, shaking your head, "that would be very impolite of me, Mister Henry, now allow me to bring you some tea to warm you up."

He surrendered with a huff, "alright," he quietly said. You continued your trip to the kitchen and placed the teapot over the stove.

"Would you like chamomile tea? Hibiscus? Earl Grey? The regular?" you asked as you scavenged through the cupboard for other options.

"Whatever you have there," Henry politely answered.

"Alright, I think we're up for hibiscus."

He stood off his seat to closely inspect your bookshelves. The last residents of this home were an elderly couple, so there's a chance he learns something new about the world from your perspective.

You seemed to be a bookworm, there were dozens and dozens of books on your shelves. He noticed you had a shared interest with him, too; miniature artworks. You loved to collect them, but he loved making them.

He wondered if any of his many miniature works ever made their way to your hands, maybe passed by someone to you, or you received it as a gift, or thrifted it from some local antiques store.

But then he saw the very petite canvas of a peacock. He remembers that, he just doesn't quite remember when, but he surely knows he painted it more than 250 years ago.

"Oh, you seem like you like my collection?" you cringed at yourself. Since when were you this outgoing and social?

You placed the tray down. "I'm sorry, I was just--" he trailed off, turning to look your way with your little art piece in his hand.

You shook your head, "it's alright, I got this one in an auction three years ago for only fifteen hundred pounds! It should've costed way more than that to be honest, it dates back to the seventeen hundreds, as I assume," you were astonished by how talkative you are now. Maybe you were just too excited about your miniature collection.

But he admired how dedicated you were to track it back to its date of manufacturing, and you paid this much for it and still had the will to pay more.

He couldn't help but smile.

"What fascinated you about it?" the artist had to ask.

You shrugged, "well... I guess I like ancient things, specially art," a warmer smile split the pitch darkness of his beard, "the size is enough to amaze you, and the artist was so dedicated in painting the blue feathers, I love it when someone pours their soul into something, it creates something magnificent."

"Are you an artist?" he asked, you nodded, gesturing at the wall behind the sofa. He turned around, his back now facing you, but you could swear you heard him quietly gasp.

"You made these?" he turned to look at you, his brows shooting up his forehead. You hummed, he looked back at the pieces you hung on the wall, moved closer to them, he inspected them, touched them even.

You've never seen a man this mesmerized by your art. All of your previous partners usually plainly reacted to it, other times they never even batted an eye for it.

But him, Mister Henry, he was in awe, his tips were following the wild and free strokes of your brushes, they walked over the ups and downs of the layers, and sensed the pebbles of dry paint so delicately, his fingertips almost dancing over the canvas.

That stirred something in you.

"Are you an artist?" it was your turn to ask this question, he turned to face you, his fingertips still lingering on the canvas. Your eyes shifted between his and his tips, still amazed by the fact that he was interested in your art.

"You can say that," he shrugged and winked.

This, somehow, changed the flow direction of the chemicals of your brain. The lights flipped on inside your head. Your face turns red.

You had no idea what was going on with you, but this was the most attractive thing you've seen a guy doing in years.

Not only he's interested in art, but he's also an artist.

You had to distract yourself from looking into his vast eyes with this unlimited amount of admiration. "The--the tea!" you ripped your eyes off of him, looking at the tray placed on the coffee table.

He hadn't drank tea in decades and never truly minded it, but now he wanted to drink it with you, he felt he missed what it tastes.

He was almost to grab his cup, but something buzzed the skin of his hand, and that's when he noticed that the tray was made of silver.

He almost killed himself for a cup of tea.

You reached down and handed him the cup, he nodded, his face was paler than a sheet, but he smiled to distract himself from the fact that he almost died in a stranger's house... For a little cup of tea.

He felt stupid for this.

"Can I ask you a question, if you wouldn't mind?" he said after taking a sip of his drink. He sure missed that warm and earthy and sweet taste.

You nodded.

"You seem to look like a city girl, what brought you here to the suburbs, in a house near the woods?" Henry is obviously more curious now.

You shrugged, "I needed to be alone, to breathe, and this is what I found, my very own little witch house," he chuckled at your answer, and you couldn't lie, you loved that man's chuckle, you fell in love with it.

It wasn't just because it's been a while since you had a man in your life, but he had something so charming and elegant about him. His fancy clothing, his wizardly attitude, his very sweet but dignified features and, his eyes.

You really, really loved his eyes.

There was an odd reflection of fire in them that you couldn't explain, you didn't know if he was born this way or was it the fireplace behind you or is your mind playing tricks on you.

Marmalade yelled from upstairs, it made your heart drop in your stomach, tearing your train of thoughts apart and shaking your ground. Although you've had this flameball for years now, you never really got used to his sudden loud shrieks; they always took you off guard.

Henry's ears visibly stood up, he caught the scent of fur and canned food, and watched as the little noise machine waddled down the stairs.

"That's Marmalade," you had to say—as you pulled him up to your chest.

"Hey Lad," Henry says, smiles and waves at him.

"He loves to let me know he's present, sorry if he scared you," you lull Marmalade in your cradle-made arms.

Henry gutted a giggle and shook his head, "never mind, he's adorable."

However, Marmalade's ears went into airplane-mode, he pushed you in the chest, forcing you to let go of him and ran up the stairs once again. You were astounded by his act, you turn back to look at Henry, who stood silently with his eyebrows shooting high and his eyes fixed to the ground.

"I'm really sorry, I don't know what's going on with him, maybe it's because he just moved in--" you were explaining, and you don't even know why you were justifying a cat but you stood there and did it.

Henry shook his head, "it's alright I'm... I'm not very favored by most animals," he shrugged, "however, I think I should be going now, I must've kept you past your bedtime and maybe it's why your lad was grumpy," he put on his fedora and passed you.

You were a little startled by the shift of his demeanor, but you followed him to the front door.

He turned the doorknob then turned to look at you. Quietly, he said your name with a smile, "it was a pleasure to meet you."

But this wasn't the last thing you saw of the very peculiar Mister Henry.

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[jungkwok]

0102am | oneshot | jjk angst

⋘ 𝑃𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡... ⋙

pairing: jungkook x reader

tags: angst!!, fluff ending and sprinkled throughout, husband!jungkook, wife!reader

word count: 715 words

⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎... ⋙

0102am. I'm looking down at my BTS albums of the past, reminiscing about my childhood and remembering my days of youth. My newborn has finally fallen asleep and she will probably be awake again in 10 minutes or so. I'm honestly completely exhausted - drained out like a dead battery. But I'm happy. Adrenaline is the only thing keeping me going - it reminds me that I'm not alone anymore. I have a reason to keep going; my daughter and husband.

I remember the days when I would look at the night sky to fall asleep - thinking about how BTS and I will always be under the same sky, the same moon, and have the same respect for each other asserting that we had some connection beyond a screen. I remember the days when I would binge watch BTS videos all throughout the night, completely disregarding my piles of homework and assignments; laughing at the same video clips over and over and over again. I remember the days when I would have their posters all around the room - countless eyes smiling at me with influential empty happiness. But what I remember the most is loving them from the bottom of my heart.

I don't know when or how or why I fell for Jungkook out of the seven members. The first time I saw him was through the small screen of my phone - he was 17 and I was 9 years old. With his red hair, big nose, 'baby face', and in that awkward stage between a boy and a man. I chuckle writing this. He was so young, and so was I.

I remember trying to dream of him at night. I had read somewhere that people dream of their subconscious mind, so I would look at photos of him right before I went to sleep. And when I did dream of him, I would wake up smiling like a lunatic, bury my face into my pillow, and try to go back to sleep but with no avail. I remember printing and keeping a polaroid photo of him in my phone case, so that when I was crying alone in a bathroom cubicle at school, I would take out the image in futile hope that my pain would subside. I remember all of those fanfictions. Oh, those fanfictions. I need to stop laughing or my daughter will wake up again, but oh my lord. Wattpad was my home as a teenager. I would spend hours lying on my bed, reading those Jungkook x Reader fanfictions, the widest grin plastered onto my face. Looking back at it now, it was extremely cringey, but I understand that reading those stories were my way of zoning out of reality for a moment and taking a breather from the chaos that they classified as 'life'.

'Life' - so strange and so unpredictable. Sometimes I feel like there are several dimensions in this world, and which world you enter is based on what you truly wish for. Not a light wish like "I want to get full marks on this test," but a genuine, soulful wish: "All I want is to see him just once, that's all I want, that's what I need in the midst of tears and depression." And I remember making that desperate wish when I was younger - when I was fragile and sensitive, and wanting to disappear from the world. I made the same wish for years and years and years, to the point where my wish would naturally slip out of my mouth while blowing out the birthday candles. As these many years flew by, I felt like my wishes were pointless, that they were never going to be granted. But I made them anyway, because I deserved a life, I deserved to at least make a wish, to dream, to think. These albums that I hold in my hand, from over a decade ago, tell my story of suffering and pain and sadness, but they also remind me of my happiness, my hope, my reason to live all those years ago…my wish to see him just once

"Jagiya! She's woken up again and I can't get her back to sleep again! Come here quickly please!"

It was my husband.

"I'm coming Jungkook, I'll be right there!"

[respectfulkitfistosimp]

Many Moons Ago

A Il Capitano x reader series part 6 masterlist

The sight of so many humans together in one place was a new experience to you, in your very long life this was your first time in a city of this magnitude, you marveled at the houses, shops and monuments painted with various colors that would eventually fade away from the heavy snow, even if you couldn't exactly see it a layer of smoke was perpetually stationed on the air, presumably from all of the chimneys. You couldn't help but feel guilty and fill your head with "what if's", the paranoia was already a part of your soul as you blamed yourself for the smallest misfortune any living being experienced and every so often your would look up to the sky with fear covering your features as you expected to see her, the heavenly principles, ready to kill you and everyone in this city herself or to just simple throw a nail to pierce your weakened heart. You remained silent as dark emotions drowned you, that idea of loosing what you loved for a third time running circles in your mind, you were sure that nothing other than Celestia's fall could stop it.

—That is Zapolyarny Palace, The Tsaritsa's residence—once again you were proven wrong—you will be safe here.

You doubted it, but lately what you doubted of proved to be helpful to you. Capitano helped you off the horse and as he guided you thru the corridors of the Palace he kept a hand on your wrist, since it didn't restrict your bloodstream you found his touch soothing, the walls who felt like they were enclosing on you returning to their rightful place meters away from you. You had been reduced to such a shell of what you used to be that when you saw her, The Tsaritsa, you barely held back the instincts to run as you saw her sitting in such a delicate, silver chair with a white cup of tea on her hand, but when she looked at you her eyes were so, so understanding, filled with pity perhaps? The emotion you caught in them didn't sit right with you, you felt as if she had no right to judge you.

—You have lived for so long in fear, tell me, do you think that is fair?—the Tsaritsa asked, you started to dread the conversation—You, who has lived so long and loves humanity so much, has been forced to hide, to live like a rat.

You said nothing so you could think about the words she said, you didn't like sound of them, but she was right, even in the glory that your name carried the taste of it in your mouth was filled with the blood of humans.

—Do you not think I'm guilty?—you asked.

—I do not, you could not place them into eternal sleep, not with that weak heart of yours.

You moved to seat in front of her and filled one of the teacups with tea, then you took a long sip with closed eyes to savour the taste, the action masking the pain of your expression as you recounted the day that you had been framed and the madness that the next century was filled with as you couldn't stay in one place for more than a day without Celestia noticing. The Tsaritsa's words, although cold, were more soothing that she had expected, you had waited all of your life for someone to trust you and there she was, and an Archon no less.

—They will not know that you are here, I will make sure of that—she said, you smiled at her offer.

—Do you think yourself to be strong enough for that, Goddess of Love?—you questioned.

—I have done worse things—she answered.

—Yet chatting with a wanted God might be the worst mistake you could make, you know what happens to those who know of me.

—You are truly so pessimistic—she said, followed by a sigh—I give you my word, as an Archon and Goddess, that you will be safe here, is that enough?

Of course it wasn't, the only thing that would be enough is to get your innocence proven or destroy Celestia, both options were impossible. Your heart, once full of love, pained you as it withered but when you remembered the troops that waited for you to tell one of your sorties, when you held that old diary in your hands and when he not once gave up on you it was as if all of those years of suffering returned your heart to what it once was. You knew she was trying to cut a deal, and for once you didn't plan to escape from it.

—Since you are so adamant to keep me here there must be something you want—you speculated.

—There is, yes. Have you heard that someone is taking the Archons gnosis?

Anyone with a gram of divinity had heard of it despite all of the effort to keep the secret. One look was enough to know what she wanted and set your soul ablaze.

—Just that won't be enough and you know it, I wonder what other cards you have up your sleeve—you said, already knowing that she wanted you to be a part of her arsenal—I will help you, why not?

The Tsaritsa's expression remained calm, worthy of a leader, but you could read her better than anyone and with just a simple glance you could tell how hard she tried to keep a smile off her lips. You, on the other hand, expressed yourself without shame as a childish smile places itself on your lips, a crack so big in your facade of a stone cold god that it wouldn't be long before the walls surrounding your soul fell.

—I am happy you accepted my offer—she said, a subtle way to tell you to leave.

You left without looking back, Capitano walking right next to you as he showed the way back and only when you sat on the carriage without any more weight in your shoulders did you realize how tired you were, it wasn't just the physical side of it, but in an all encompassing way, the type of tired you feel after your body finally doesn't feel like it's trying to run from everything, or like your mind doesn't have to consider every aspect of every step you take and still you tried your hardest to push it away, you wanted to stay awake at least until you arrived to Capitano's residence but with the sway of the cabin and the warmth of it all it took was a long blink for you to doze off into sleep.

Capitano hadn't taken his eyes off of you for a second, from all of his years of combat his instincts could tell him everything about a person, from what they were thinking to how they were feeling and you seemed completely different. He remembered how the first time he saw you he felt as if he had seen a stray animal, afraid of their own shadow and ready to run at the slightest disturbance but he knew that deep down, under cobwebs, dirt and ashes there was a soft heart waiting to beat again without fear of being too loud, he finally looked away from you to look at the scenery behind the safety of the carriage, feeling as if he could see something in the distance like how someone thinks they have seen a shadow off the corner of their eyes, and deep in the darkness of the night he could see something, Capitano couldn't tell was it was but he knew it was something.

—At last—a voice without a body said.

Capitano's reasoning told him that the voice was simply a hallucination or the wind, but his very soul told him that it wasn't, that he heard something more ancient and deep than everything he had learned so far in his life, yet he didn't feel as if it carried any malice in it tone, so he chose to ignore it.

I have no idea what the header translate to but whatever it says it's probably canon. I'm sorry I took so long to publish this part but I'm finally done with exams!(for now) so I'll try my best to give you all good quality regular updates

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[templeofvengeance]

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(side mention of @silverjetsystm! )

She's playing with fire. No, it's more like taking a trip to the moon without any training, hoping she doesn't "fall" off into gravity or somehow wind up wasting away in a moon crater. Hubris. Even so, she watches Khonshu (Khon?), progressively drunk, knowing she's not clever enough to take that... bad metaphor into space, play games with gods, whatever, that she's going to do it anyway.

After all, she has a System to think about.

"I hear things from Marc." Tess' voice is level, but carries that same note of wariness it always does. All very normal for them. "About the afterlife and how the Fists serve you when they die." Her finger taps her knee, eyes heavy-lidded. They don't quite meet the dark, hollow sockets of his own eyes. "I saw them, once." All Khonshu's old Fists stuck to him forever, losing everything that made them people. "It was like a damn zombie movie."

Oh, she hates the idea of Marc, Steven, and Jake damned to that. Fucking hates it.

🍺+ "Does it have to be that way? What happens to your Fists?"

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He's lounging up on top of a shelf out of some desire to be up high-- historically the gods had always made a point to stand taller than humanity. They were not friends, of their people. They were pharaohs to be prayed to for mercy. Khonshu had always been a bit too close.

In the glory days he would stand in temples with his faithful, provide blessings of safety to those willing to stay the night, with his priests-- his avatars-- given the highest of his honors. As he remembers every night, he remembers every priest. Ceremonial robes evolving into ceremonial suits of armor, and still there was never any protection from death. Always replacing the fallen, either to sudden tragedy or to the inevitable erosion of time. He didn't often allow himself to reminisce, but at her words it was all too easy.

"How nice..."

To think he could have all of them in some way, even their decaying corpses, pledge their service to him for the same eternity that he would live.

He was distantly aware he didn't owe her an answer, but ale loosened his tongue. "The Ennead sets laws across the boundaries of life and death. The gods are not to interfere with the natural cycle. Immortality... Necromancy... Defiling the cycle of life and death that the gods set up so carefully in the beginning..." He made a swiping motion with his hand-- worthless. That was all within his power as a healing god, kneecapped by checks and balances. Whether Marc's soul could be pulled out of the Duat was in Osiris' hands, not his. Not fair. That body and soul belonged to him. The rules shouldn't apply to his property.

They have completed their service. They have done enough for you, Khonshu. You have to let them go. We're not speaking on this again.

"If such 'laws' exist in your world, my counterpart is ignoring them." No punishments. No ushabtis. He clenched his fists at the thought. "The things... the things I'd do with that. An army of Fists... Harrow would not have stood a chance. A fighting force without scales, without hearts, immune to judgement...!"

He laughed, brief and cruel. Maybe this is why it was frowned upon to visit other worlds, to glimpse what might've been. It just made him want to do something about the Ennead, like maybe Ammit killing all their avatars in one fell swoop was a rebellion he should've taken ages ago, rather than accept being banished. Oh, but that's the ale talking...

... Eyeless sockets met hers. "Here? They die," he answered straightforward yet not, like so many things with him. "Pity, isn't it."

That what the other wanted was in each other's world, never to be grasped.

[pinkvaquita]

The sad moon

♡ Pairing: Sea Fairy x Moonlight

♡ Flavor: Angst

♡ Warning: None <3

♡ Author’s note: Let's FUCKINGGO LESBIANS

♡ Aqui tienes la version en español

Do you want to hear a story?

They say that the ice tower in the middle of the sea, no matter how hard the waves hit it, has never melted even a little. She has always stood tall. Although I think you already knew that, right?

The people who spend their days and nights at this site have heard at least once in their lives a version of the story behind the mysterious tower in the middle of the sea. I have sometimes heard sailors tell it on nights when the tide is calm, nights where between boredom and the lullaby of the tide, that story as old as they are returns to their minds.

But I think almost no one has ever heard what the story was like for her.

No, I'm not talking about the woman at the top of the tower. I mean who she wanted to reach.

I don't blame them, the moon is almost always too far away to be able to tell how she felt the night this tragedy occurred. It's brutally ironic. That same remoteness was what led the events to happen as they did.

Even when you see the tower from afar, some swear they can feel it. Feel the agonizing loneliness. The unbearable need to achieve something that was impossible even for someone outside of mortals. Those who see her at high points even swear they can feel what she felt when that cruel twist of fate occurred. Oh she was so close to touching the stars, and just when she had the sky at her fingertips, the cold invaded her without letting her escape.

Can people when they travel through the sky feel in their hearts what the moon suffered while it passed before them?

The confusion of seeing a tiny dot in the sea stir, becoming more defined at an unimaginable speed. Understanding that she was that woman of the sea who looked at her from a distance every night with melancholic longing. Her surprise at seeing so much conviction in one person.

And the sadness, the horror of seeing her petrify. Without being able to do anything but be stuck in heaven as a witness of what someone was capable of doing when they went crazy with love.

How could something as beautiful as love cause so much pain? It was no longer just the pain in his heart from the day she lost her in life. It was that those glances into the distance ended up turning the almighty sea into someone who only lived and existed for the bright moon above her. Nothing else existed for her.

It is also not known how sad the moon was when it saw the havoc that remained from a romance that never was. Seeing how the inhabitants of what was once the almighty sea fell one after another, how entire cities crumbled before their eyes. Knowing that there was only one culprit behind that, and that that culprit was made into a statue for who knows how much longer.

Neither mermaids, nor fish, nor sailors or any other being that should be under her protection. Nothing was more important. She let all of that fall by the wayside because of being madly in love with someone who could barely even look back at her.

And for what? What good did that do for her? Now she is trapped and her people who knows how many years ago perished thanks to it.

No one ever heard the guilt of the moon. The guilt that she carries and carries on her every night, and will continue to carry until she feels like she has paid for the crime that was falling in love.

That is why she is the loyal trust of ships lost at sea. That is why its light pierces the crystalline waters and illuminates everything it can beneath them.

And that's why the tower in the middle of the sea has that special glow every night for as long as we can remember. She watches over her from the clouds, waiting with her same patience and characteristic wisdom for the day when someone will free her beloved from the prison that they themselves unintentionally caused.

[alterworldstudios]

Farmers follies: episode one

We all know how this story began, on a beautiful Wednesday morning, Mickey saw how his wife, Minnie, was talking to a rather tall and graceful mouse, who quickly made her fall into his charms. And of course, his arms. Mickey, overrun with grief and malice, took to the streets in an effort to overdose, running into a small fellow who offered him help, singing the tale of Wednesday's infidelity.

Though, is that really how the story truly began?

Because that's not how I remember it, not one bit.

The way I remember it is a bit differently, sure most of the action happened on a Wednesday, but the story itself didn't happen because retro tried to help somebody, nah. That story only happened, because of farmer.

Who's farmer and retro, you may ask? Well.. Allow me to tell you the real story of what really happened, that Wednesday morning.

To start with, this all began long before that fated Wednesday, many many moons ago, where an angel awaited trial.

Blue flames danced around her, her chained up by holy metal. A beast with horns decorated by flowers glared down at her.

"Tenebris." He began. "You are here today after the supposed crime of raising your sword against your own kind. How do you plead."

Tenebris looked up at him, A dull, tired look in her eyes. "It was simple really, I had to do what I could, to protect my daughter."

The beast growled. "You mean the hybrid? You really risked everything, just to let that foul excuse of existence survive? If anything, your sister was doing you a favor." "Don't talk about her that way, she didn't even do anything wrong!!!" "You say that, knowing full well that her existence is a mistake. An error. A lapsus. You're lucky we even allowed you to keep her alive for so long!!" "Just give her a chance!! She can do good!!!" "Good!? When she's driven YOU to attack your own family!?" "I HAD TO DO WHAT WAS RIGHT!!!-"

she suddenly screamed, and fell to the ground, holding her face as blood poured out from the hollowed holes that were once her eyes. "I.. I can't see.. W.. Why can't I.."

"silence, Tenebris." The beast growled, As the flames started to surround them both. "From this day forth, lucky is to never leave the palace, else she'll suffer the same fate as YOU." "p..please just.. Give her a chance..." "You keep pleading for her life, when yours is about to end. That's foolish, weak minded.."

"that's admirable" A new voice called out.

The beast turned to face a head angel, it fluttering in front of them nonchalantly. "You.. How is this admirable, that hybrid-" "could lead to great things, if given the proper chance. It's not every millennia that a hybrid is born, after all." "But.. But what about pan-" "we do not speak her name here."

The angel turned to face Tenebris, giving a slight look of pity. "...as one of the leaders of this fine group, I'd say.. We let Tenebris's daughter live, perhaps as a guardian" "are you crazy!? Have you forgotten about-"

The angel raises a hand, and the beast quiets down.

"... However, to balance things out.. Tenebris, I'm sorry, but I'm afraid you are hereby exiled from these clouded lands for your attack earlier today.. But I assure you" he rested a hand on Tenebris's shoulder, as she slowly passes out. "We will take good care of lucky, I promise you that..."

And thus, Tenebris was exiled to the northern lands, and lucky was raised under the care of lunacy, the head Angel who had spared her all those moons ago.

She is unaware of what happened to her mother that day, for all she knows, she was just a creation of lunacy, given a chance despite her strange imperfections.

Over time, she grew up to be a weak yet caring angel, easy to spot her in the crowd due to her right eye, who's pupil was shaped like a warning sign, an exclamation mark resting in the middle.

Now you may be wondering.. How does this have anything to do with the tale of Wednesday's infidelity? Where's the rodent. Where's the boy singing his heart out.

Patience, reader.. For that story, begins now.

The sun started to rise above the clouds, them turning a soft shade of pink from the bright, friendly light.

As the sun shines down upon them, A small angels rabbit ears twitch, as she stirred awake, yawning softly as she stretched. "Morning starshine, the earth says hello" spoke a calm voice.

Her ears perked up, as she turned to face lunacy. "Mornin dad.." "Good morning lucky.. Ready for the big day?" "Wha... What's so special about today...?"

Lunacy smiles, shaking his head. "It's the day silly, it's-" "LUCKY CMON AND GET UP OUTTA BED!! CMON CMON CMON!!!" luckys ears shot up as her friend, Retro, burst into the room, prompting lunacy to chuckle at the sudden excitement.

"Wh-huh? Retro? Lunacy? Why are you-" "ITS GUARDIAN ANGEL TRAINING DAY!!! CMON CMON CMON WE'RE GONNA BE LAAAATE!!!" Retro said excitedly, pulling lucky out of bed. "What!? Its today!?" "You seriously forgot!?" "I.. I thought it was on Thursday.." Retro shook his head in disbelief. Lucky was always so airheaded. "well get your mind outta the gutter and get ready!! Ill be waiting outside!!" Retro said as he raced out.

Lunacy and lucky turned to face each other, and they both started giggling. "He sure is excitable, isn't he?" "Heh, yea he is!.. Although..." She fiddled with her ears, A look of nervousness on her face. Lunacy only smiled, and rested his arm on her shoulder. "Hey, trust me, you're gonna do great out there little rabbit.." "..b.. But what if i.." "Hey now, don't lose hope on it before it even happens lucky.. I assure you, they're gonna love you on the guardians force!.. Besides, we've been training for years for this, and I know that you are gonna be the greatest guardian angel the world has ever seen!" lucky smiled slightly. "I.. I hope that is true.." "Attagirl, thats the spirit! go on! Seize the day!"

Lucky nodded, and gave him a hug, running off to get ready for the day ahead.

Before she knew it, she was racing Retro across the clouds, excitedly running to a specific area, the beautiful Wednesday mornings sun beaming above them as excitement ran throughout the air.

"cmon slowpoke!!!" Retro called out, racing far ahead of lucky. "We aren't gonna make it if you don't put some work into it!" "I-im running.. As fast.. as I can!.. Whew..." Retro laughed, amused at his friends tired look. "Aw cmon, you're a rabbit aintcha? Ain't ya supposed to be, yknow, fast?" "I'm only half rabbit mind you..." "Yea yeaaa... Aha!"

They found themselves in front of a building lined with gold and silver, beautiful pearls lining the walls, shining with a rainbow color. A group of angels were waiting outside, seemingly just as excited as retro and lucky. "This seems to be the place!! Cmon!" Retro called out as he raced away. Lucky sighed,and followed soon after. She always did have trouble keeping up with him..

The angels around them excitedly chatted away, until they were hushed by a head angel, one who's halo was adorned with flowers, A cat angel sitting next to her with a shy expression. "Welcome trainees, to bright morning industries!! My name is aurora, and my companion here is..." "..Ortensia, it is nice to meet you all" the cat whispered, bowing slightly.

Lucky was intrigued by the cat, she hadn't seen souls like her before..she looked so.. Sad,compared to the other souls here.. Though when the cat turned to face her, she quickly turned away, embarrassed.

"Ortensia and I will be showing you around the place! Then once we are done,we may begin training! We do hope you enjoy your time here!" The angel walked off, the crowd following.

Lucky looked on in amazement. She was really doing it. she was finally here, finally being able to train to be a guardian as she had always wanted..

Her thoughts were interrupted by Retro, who tugged at her ear. She yelped, and turned to face him, but he quickly shushed her, giving a sly look. "follow me." He said, as he swiftly ran off away from the crowd.

Lucky seemed alarmed, turning to face the crowd. Upon realising that no one noticed Retros sudden departure, she sighed, and gave chase. Somebody had to keep him out of trouble..

As she ran after him, she called out. "Where are we going!?" "You'll see! You're gonna wanna see it anyway!!" "What??.. What is it?" "You'll- aha!!"

They stopped, halting in front of a large hole in the clouds. "See? There it is! Earth!!" Retro said smugly.

"Woah..." Lucky uttered, looking down to the monochrome world below, forgetting the fact they were.. Likely breaking the rules a bit. Her curiosity always did distract her. "It's so..." "Grey?" "No... Pretty!" "You and I have differing opinions on what's pretty and what's not, lucky, seems kinda depressing to me" "w... Well maybe we can fix that when we're guardian's!!"

Retro was about to respond, when a different voice rang out. "You? A Guardian? Don't make me laugh lucky.." Lucky winced as she turned to face the two arrivals. "W.. Well I'm sure I can do well, Mallory.." "You really think the head angels would give you a shot? You? A hybrid?? Not to mention the fact you left the group behind!!" lucky flinched, giving a sheepish look. "I.. Well.. I know lunacys been training me, s... So I have a chance!" "Oh please, don't make me laugh, he's only helping you because-" "lay off Marigold." Retro stood between her and lucky, glaring at her.

"Oh great, its you. Y'know, you should reaaaally stay away from the outcast, it ain't a good luck on ya" "she isn't an outcast, last I've checked. And I'm sure she'll make a great guardian when the time comes!!" "Oh really, and what makes you think-... hm.."

Luckys ears perked up, she recognized that pause, but before she could do anything, she was suddenly shoved off of the cloud. "if you think she'd make a good guardian, then LETS SEE IT!!!" "WAIT, NO!!!" retro panicked, and flew after her.

Lucky couldn't hear them, the wind whipping through her ears made it so that she could hear nothing but the air around her. She tried flapping her wings, but due to a defect in being a hybrid, her attempts were for naught. Tears in her eyes, she braced for impact, her world growing dark.

Falling.

Falling.

falling.

She was falling for what felt like a long time.. Until A new voice suddenly met her ears, a strange flower blooming around her. "You... Please... Save him..." "H..huh?..s..save who? Who are you!?" "Please... Please..." Lucky looked around her, as a pink hydrangea flower surrounded her, covering her sight, as the voice silently pleaded to her to help someone. But who?..

THUD

She landed in a field with a quiet yelp, the flower exploding and releasing her from its petals. She groaned, getting up and gathering her senses. "Where..."

It was a wheat field, A lonely farm off in the distance, A grey rickety fence lining the seemingly endless field. Looking down, she realized something else. Her appearance had changed, seemingly into a lad wearing a bowler hat and farmer get up. Her ears, wings and tail were gone, showing no indication that she was an angel. "What in the..."

Her thoughts were interrupted when she heard the soft melody of someone playing a banjo. Confused, and slightly scared, she slowly made her way to the source of the noise..

Not knowing she was being watched.

"Uh..dad..." Spoke a slightly worried yet annoyed voice. "What do we do? And did you see that flower!? I swear if that cat is trying to-" "calm yourself, ret, I highly doubt that the little... Whatever that thing is, can do a thing to stop our plan." "Don't you think we should.. Yknow... Play it safe and NOT be idiots?- eep!" The little demon flinched as the larger one pointed a trident at him. "Oh trust me.. I've got plans.. Don't question me again, ret." "G.. Got it.." The little demon grumbled, as the larger one turner his trident towards luckys direction. "...if it tries anything... Well, I will deal with it. Nothing is getting in the way of my ritual." "Yea.. Right.." Muttered the small demon, as he turned back to face the tiny fallen angel.

Lucky on the other hand, was a bit confused. Usually her hearing was top notch due to her ears, but now she couldn't exactly.. Pinpoint anything. Though she could've sworn she heard whispers..

She rounded the corner, and found the source of the banjo, her eyes widening in surprise.

Resting on the fence with a solemn expression, was a tall, black and white rabbit wearing overalls, A revolver resting beside him. The song itself was dripping with sadness, and he seemed to be stressed over.. Something.

Lucky didn't know what that something could be, but without a second thought.. She ran over and hugged him tightly.

The rabbit jumped, alarmed, then turned to face her, A confused, yet tired expression on his face. 

"...who are you..."

[super-teca-dragon]

Maya and the three: A new Journey, chapter 1: The aftermath

So, this is how it ends. A part of Maya knew this was going to happen, but a part of her still hoped it wouldn't.

But if it meant saving her friends and family, so be it. With the last of her strength, she plunged Eagle Claw into Mictlan's heart. She saw white and then darkness. And then felt nothing.

Maya felt her heart break. It was so quiet. She didn't imagine death to be so quiet. It was lonely.

"Fret not, Maya." A familiar voice said, "It is not yet your time."

Ah Puch.

"W-What?" Maya asked, "I don't understand."

"With all you and your family have done, we believe it is only fair you get a chance at a life long-lived."

Maya remembered who was waiting for her in the afterlife. Her brothers, her mother, Picchu, Zatz, "But what about my family?"

"We will wait for you, Maya." Lance said. Maya teared up at the sound of her brother's voice.

"We will always be with you." Shield said.

"You're never alone, hermana." Daggers said.

"Picchu wishes princess well." Picchu said.

"We love you, Maya." Micte said, "We are so proud of you.”

"I… I'll miss all of you." Maya whispered.

…

Maya felt herself encased in something soft and warm, her eyes wet with tears. She slowly opened her eyes and took in her surroundings. She was in her bedroom.

She slowly got out of bed and walked towards the exit. It felt like all her energy was drained out of her. Before Maya could leave and look for anyone, she saw Rico and Chimi down the hall. The three friends saw each other and froze in their tracks.

There was silence for a while until Rico and Chimi ran to Maya, trapping her in a tight group hug, "We thought we lost you." He said.

Maya smiled as a tear ran down her face. "We did it, didn't we?" Maya whispered, hugging them back.

"We did." Chimi said.

"What happened?"

"After you defeated Mictlan, we saw our families again. Once everything calmed down, we found you unconscious."

"You look terrible." Rico said.

Maya chuckled, looking down at her bruises, "Where are my parents?"

"They're checking on Zatz."

Maya's heart stopped, "What do you mean?"

"Oh, d-did we not mention that?"

Rico and Chimi helped Maya walk down the hall, "We also found Zatz and Vucub." Chimi explained, "Vucub hasn't woken up yet, but he's ok. Zatz woke up a few hours ago. He looks just as awful as you."

They made it to one of the many rooms in the palace. Inside were King and Queen Teca and Zatz, lying in bed. Zatz was in simple black clothes and was covered in bruises like her. He stared at her with wide eyes.

The minute she saw him, Maya's eyes welled up. The last time she saw him, he was killed in front of her. And now he was here, alive and well.

Zatz smiled and held his arms out. Maya instantly ran into them. They silently cried as they held each other, "I thought I lost you.” Maya said.

"You could never lose me." Zatz said.

Later that night, there was a celebration in Teca to honor their fallen and celebrate Mictlan's defeat. Maya had a quiet dinner with her friends and family and told them what she saw before she woke up.

"You have no idea how grateful we are that you're alive." King Teca said after dinner.

"Me too." Maya said, "So, did you name the twins?"

"It was easy." Queen Teca said, "We named the boy, Jaguar, and the girl, Eagle."

"After me?"

"We wanted to honor their siblings."

"But I'm still alive."

"We don't see how that's relevant." King Teca said.

Maya smiled and hugged her parents, "You get some rest, mija." Queen Teca said.

"Buenas noches." Maya replied. When her parents left her room, Maya went to the room where Zatz was sleeping. He was sitting on the floor, staring at the moon, listening to the celebration of the rest of the kingdom below.

Maya silently sat next to him, "Hey.” She said, "Are you ok?"

"What you said about seeing your family before you woke up…" Zatz said, “It reminded me of my father."

"Oh… did you hear him too?"

"Yeah. I heard Mama, too." Zatz wiped a tear from his eye, "They said they're proud of me."

Maya smiled and put her hand on his, "Of course, they are." They sat in comfortable silence for a little while, "Hey… this might be a bad time to ask, but… what happened to Acat?"

Zatz was caught off guard, "Do you really want to know?" Maya nodded. Zatz explained what his father told him. How Acat didn't tell Mictlan where he was and how it led to her getting killed.

Maya almost didn't know what to say, "Oh, I'm… I'm sorry. Do you… do you miss her?"

"Sometimes." Zatz admitted, "I loved her at one point, but by the time you and I met, my feelings had faded. I still enjoyed our time together before then." He gripped her hand tighter, "Acat will always be a part of me, but believe me, Maya, I love you now."

"I know." Maya smiled. She moved closer to him and hugged him tightly, "I do think we could've been good friends." Zatz smiled and kissed the top of her head. They sat there for a while longer until Maya returned to her room.

Everyone fell asleep as soon as their heads hit their pillows. They dreamed of the adventures that lie ahead.

A few months later, Maya, Rico, Zatz, and Chimi had returned from the Jungle Lands. There had been word of unusual trappers and the four warriors went to investigate the situation.

Maya ran to tell her parents about what they found. She found them with Vucub, "Mama! Papa!" Maya said, "You won't believe what we saw."

"Slow down, mija, what happened?" Queen Teca asked.

"Ok, so, you know how there were strange people in the Jungle Lands?" Her parents nodded, "Well, these guys were really big and ha-had spiked helmets and armor with these giant arrows and axes. You should've seen them, some of them had red faces- anyway, they say they're 'dragon hunters."

""Dragon hunters'?" King Teca repeated, "What's a dragon?"

"I-I don't know, they're like giant monster lizard things. They come from an island we've never heard of, a whole other world."

"Another world?" Queen Teca asked.

"How is that possible?" King Teca wondered.

"We have to go there." Maya said, "We need to go with these 'dragon hunters.' There's so much out there we haven't seen yet, who knows what we'll discover!"

The king and queen looked at each other, not knowing what to think about what their daughter was saying, "Mija, think about what you're saying." Queen Teca said, "We know nothing about these strangers. How do we know they aren't dangerous-?"

"Which is why I am going with you." Vucub said, suddenly. The Tecas turned to the god in shock, "I may have lost my sight, but I am still a mighty warrior. If we can survive Mictlan, we can survive this world of 'dragons.' I shall accompany Maya and her friends to this new world."

King and Queen Teca looked at Vucub and then their daughter. The blind god made a good point. They've gone through much worse.

Meanwhile, Micte's body materializes, opening her eyes to see a different realm, out of the earthly plane of existence. Seeing She softly questions "What is this place?"

“You are in the spirit realm, milady. An undefined world, an alternate reality where perspective is skewed.” A voice said, referring to the solid gold tone of the realm, a chi lake with ripples, where peach blossom petals drift by and movements that echo the circularity of yin and yang, and the energy of chi circles.

Micte hears the voice, slowly looking up to see an old, and wise tortoise descend to her level

“Who are you?” Micte softly asks. The tortoise chuckles before saying “I am Grand Master Oogway the Magnificent,  but you may call me Oogway, your majesty.” As Oogway chuckled again. 

Micte prepares to introduce herself until Oogway says “I already know who you are, Lady Micte, Goddess of death! It is an honor to meet you. 

Micte smiles, saying “It is an honor as well, Oogway.”

“Maya is growing, maturing.” Said Oogway smiling.

Micte grows worried “Will Maya be okay?”

“Maya will be alright, milady. I have a vision that she will be the hero and queen she was always meant to be.” Oogway reassured Micte as he smiled.

“Where are they going next?” Asked Micte.

“To the island of the dragon riders.”

TO BE CONTINUED

(Also I got my account back! I'll change the name, but I'll keep the profile)

[Also credit to @fandomchatfabi for mostly writing this chapter, they're great at fanfiction! Check em out!]