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ramsywasalittlelamb · 10 months

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I’m Not Here, This Isn’t Happening

Tim Drake-Centric, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a happy ending, littlest crumbs of age regression. 3.1k Words.

hello!! forefront and foremost, this is not a regression fic, nor is it a fic you should read while regressed!! I wrote this to get some things off my mind, my day-to-day experience is this entire fic, just projected onto timmy.

title from How to Disappear Completely - Radiohead

Massive TW/CW warning. This whole fic revolves around death and grief. intrusive and obsessive thoughts about death, descriptions of dying/death, and impulsive behavior on thoughts are in this. Please take caution reading, do not read if you think you may get triggered. There is no character death actually happening in this, just described/imagined in a negative lighting. Please do not hesitate to let me know if I need to add any more warnings.

The black ceiling he stares up into is seemingly staring back at him with a threatening look. At least, that’s what it feels like.

The thoughts and concerns swarm his head like a hive of angry hornets, stinging away every distraction he attempted. He tried counting sheep, thinking of the cases he’s been sitting on, even the recipes Bernard had texted him to try since he’d been too busy to actually taste his boyfriend's cooking.

But even through all of those, his mind kept going back to his family— more like the loss of family. And no, not his parents, though they do pop in quite often during late nights like these.

He remembers during his robin days, death hadn’t scared him because it didn’t seem permanent at the time— even though all the deaths that happened around him had affected him, it didn’t really hit him recently that his parents truly weren’t coming back.

Earlier in the day, he had woken up to someone brushing his hair back to wake him up, and his first thought was “Oh, Mom’s home.” Only to open his eyes and see Dick looking down at him with a smile, beginning to quietly talk about what Alfred had cooked and his plans for the day. Tim wasn’t listening though, a silent grief had struck through his chest at the remembrance that his mom wasn’t alive anymore.

Bruce had told him— No, everyone had told him that grief is weird. It will hit you when you least expect it, and all you can do is sit with your thoughts and try to cope. He had brushed it off, saying he’d be okay. Sure, he was sad about his parents, but.. now that Tim looks back to those words and emotions, he thinks he was in denial that they weren’t coming back.

Now Tim lays here, years later, inside his bedroom at Wayne Manor, staring at the empty ceiling with thoughts of his current loved ones dying in every scenario possible, because grief, trauma, and brains are lovely like that.

He can feel the tears streaming down his temples and into his hair, but he can’t find it in him to care. All he can focus on is the feeling of a loss that hasn’t happened. They’re not gone. Bruce is in the next room over, asleep in his way too big bed. Dick is probably awake, texting or on a video chat with one of his friends.

They’re breathing. They’re alive.

Why can’t he make his brain get that?

He sits up, a trembling hand over his chest that stutters with his quick breaths, grabbing a tissue to wipe off the tears, even though he knows full well they’ll be replaced in seconds.

They’re alive. He’s alive.

It really doesn’t feel like it though.

He can feel his heart beating wildly, the breaths he sucks in through his mouth, the blood rushing in his ears. Reminders that he’s awake and alive.

He doesn’t wanna die.

He’s terrified of it. He’s seen it happen in front of him countless times now, and everyone is right, it doesn’t get easier, but he feels alone. Nobody has talked about the constant fear of it when you’re not facing it up close. In the moment of near death, there isn’t much to think of besides get out. But afterwards, there’s so much time to think of the what if’s, so much silence to fill in the darkness of an empty room.

The song in his headphones switches over to another, a song Dick had shown him when he was robin, and suddenly he’s crying harder, his eyes shutting instinctively as they burn with tears. He can’t keep quiet anymore, but he doesn’t really care.

All he can think of is the day when everyone in his life is gone, dead, and there would be no way of them returning. Because as much as he hates to admit it, everyone does have to die someday, and we’re all not immortal.

All he can think of is when he admitted his fears to Dick on the rooftop one day when they both couldn’t sleep. The 4am delirium that makes you spill your guts and makes you regret it in the morning for even thinking about saying that, but then you realize you feel a little lighter for just saying the words out loud for someone who's crying by your side and just listening.

He still regrets it sometimes, saying those fears and worries out loud to someone who actually knows him. It was like revealing he had done something bad, like he wasn’t supposed to think or feel like that. Dick didn’t and still hasn’t brought it up, part of him hopes and believes that Dick was so tired and emotional that night that he had forgotten about what he said entirely.

But the other half hopes that Dick remembers, that he keeps it in his mind and just gets reminded how fragile Tim actually is, that Tim sometimes still feels like that kid who just went through two personal losses— three if he’s being parasocial.

He still feels like that kid.

He takes in a shuddering breath, shoving the headphones off and clutching the now damp tissue tighter in his hand as he stares at the tv that plays some person's gameplay of a Legend of Zelda game, another distraction that didn’t work.

His therapist said to reassure himself that everything is okay, that nothing is wrong and everyone is fine.

The reassurance he speaks to himself in his head doesn't do anything to combat the words his head produces, yelling at him to at least check one of them. Take a peek inside their bedroom, watch for a breath, maybe movement if he’s lucky, and once he has that reassurance that they’re alive, he can sleep peacefully.

He doesn’t even realize he’s opening a door until it’s too late, his thin blanket wrapped around his shoulders. Thankfully, his subconscious had some kind of mind to be quiet and slow with the creaky wooden doors, and he continues to open it, only realizing he went to Damian’s bedroom when he spots the kid on his bed, all the animals tucked around him like they were personal bodyguards.

He stills, watches Damian carefully with squinted eyes as if it’d help him see in the dark, focusing on the boy's chest. When it falls with a puff of air coming from his mouth, Tim releases a breath he didn’t know he was holding. He watches for a bit longer, just to be sure, he tells himself. The kid was a menace, specifically to him most of the time, but he loved Damian nonetheless. His brother is okay.

For extra caution he watches Titus, Ace and Alfred the cat, ensuring their breaths were even and good. The pets are okay.

He closes the door to Damian’s room gently so as to not make any noise, backing up slowly and missing the creaky floorboards with a silent sigh of relief. Damian is okay, the animals are okay, everyone is okay, which means he’s okay.

He.. thinks…

He’s supposed to feel better, no more racing thoughts that all these well trained and in good health people that could take care of themselves in a dangerous situation, are dead in their bedrooms, just rotting away.

They’re still there though. The thoughts about the youngest have quieted down, but the ones about the rest have gotten louder. Maybe he shouldn’t have listened to the thoughts nagging at him to check.

He debates for a moment before deciding to continue through with what his anxiety wants, he’s already awake and walking around, and he’s definitely not falling asleep anytime soon. He goes to the next room, Duke’s. Tim, zero. Anxiety, one.

He opens the door with the same stealth as before, looking inside through the small slit between the door and frame to see Duke and Cass sprawled out on his bed. Cass is mostly laying on top of him, an arm wrapped around his midsection in a hug while her head is tucked underneath his chin. Tim watches as they take breaths, careful to not disturb the two as he closes the door and steps away. He’s shocked he didn’t wake Cass up when he left his room, honestly.

He treks further down the hall, he hears light chatter and laughter coming from a room, looking towards the one that emits the noise only to see light coming from underneath the door. Dick’s room. He gives himself a gold star for getting his assumptions right on what his family would be doing at this hour.

Tim can hear him, see his shadow pacing back and forth as he talks to who Tim assumes is Wally judging by how Dick jokes and laughs so genuinely.

Tim stays there for a moment in the hallway, just outside of Dick’s door, listening to him laughing.

He stores that precious noise that he’d normally find obnoxious in his brain, in a safe and locked compartment titled his favorite sounds, praying to whoever or whatever is out there, that he never forgets it.

The tears that drip from his eyes and onto the floor brings him out of the trance of love and grief his brain entered, blinking himself back to reality and his mission.

He stops in front of the room that Stephanie usually stays in, questioning if she arrived earlier today— yesterday?— or if she comes over later. He can’t remember, but it doesn’t hurt to check.

He opens the door steadily to a Stephanie-free room.

That certainly didn’t help his anxiety.

He shakes it off, reminding himself Steph is probably not even at the manor right now and is most likely asleep in her own room. She’s okay. He’s okay. If he says it enough times it’ll be true.

He presses forward to Jason’s designated room, shifting his weight between his feet and fidgeting with the frayed edges of his blanket. Jason is a light sleeper, not that Tim can blame him, but trying to sneak a glimpse of the man while also trying not to disturb his sleep sounds like an impossible task.

Jason could be dying again, and if he dies, it’ll be your fault for not checking.

Tim tries to hurriedly open the door whilst being quiet, and though Jason shifts and snuffles a bit in his bed, the man doesn’t actually wake up. Tim mentally high fives himself while actually wiping away the tears that formed at the thought of Jason going through death again, never more happy to see someone shuffling in their bed.

He watches for a bit longer— or really, watching Jason’s bruised-up face go from an angry pout to neutral as his body relaxes. He hates to see Jason with bruises and injuries all over his body. He hates to see anyone with bruises and injuries all over their body. But Jason is breathing, so he’ll take it as a win.

He closes the door, taking a shaky breath and releasing it like Dick had taught him to calm himself down. Don’t let your emotions control you, you control them. He turns around and—

He lets out a small yelp as his eyes widen, slapping his hand over his mouth when he realizes it’s just Alfred.

Alfred raises his eyebrows with a bit of— not well hidden— shock at the sight of Tim, to which Tim realizes how disheveled he must look. He’s barely gotten any sleep, barely even left his room today, really. He knows the dark bags underneath his eyes must be worse than usual judging by how Alfred scans his face carefully. Not to mention the dried and continuously reoccurring tears on his face and eyes, his hair messy and sticking up and out whichever way it wants— Tim didn’t want to fight it today.

“Master Timothy, I apologize for startling you, but what are you doing up at this hour? Watching Master Jason, for that matter.” Alfred says quietly, moving the tray that rested in his hands to balancing it on one, taking Tim’s elbow and guiding him away from Jason’s door to have their conversation.

“I-“ He croaks out, his voice hoarse from god knows what. “I’m just having some trouble sleeping, no need to worry about me.” Tim manages to say, his words tremble and stutter more than he’d like to ever admit.

Alfred frowns at him, and Tim knows he’s been seen through. He wasn’t exactly lying, but he certainly wasn’t telling the whole truth. And nobody can successfully lie in this family, especially not to Alfred, if you even dare to. Plus, Alfred most definitely knows of this almost nightly routine that he does by now. Alfred doesn’t sleep on the second floor, his own bedroom below everyone else’s, and Tim is sure the footsteps and old floorboards making noises all the time doesn’t help very much in trying to get sleep when they’re always above you.

“Where do you plan on going next?” Alfred asks, his voice growing softer, nonjudgmental, as his hand travels from Tim’s arm to rub between his shoulder blades.

“Uhm..” He starts, only pausing to ponder the question— or how he should answer the question, he should say. He could be honest, make his final stop towards Bruce’s room, which is the most difficult one out of everyone, for a good reason he might add. Or he could lie (again) and say to the kitchen for a cup of water, or perhaps back to his bedroom, where he’ll cry himself to sleep and not tell anyone.

“Bruce.” He murmurs out, sniffling as he looks down to his feet, ashamed to admit the truth, especially when he knew that Alfred knew already.

“Alright. Let’s go check on him together, shall we?” Alfred replies calmly, holding out his elbow for Tim to take. Oh, so he does know. If he wasn’t so terrified right now, he’d think the offer of the butler’s arm is childish, but he feels like Alfred has some sort of safety net over his anxiety. If Alfred was around, everything would be okay. Bruce would be okay. Tim would be okay.

They reach the door, Alfred about to open the door for the two of them, but Tim pauses a few steps away from it.

What if Bruce is injured? What if he’s dead on his bed, and they just have to be the people to find him. What if he’s actively dying, gasping for a breath and bleeding out and—

He feels his hand get squeezed. He blinks and stares down blankly through the tears where Alfred’s hand holds his.

“It’s alright, my dear boy. Bruce is perfectly okay, I promise.” Alfred whispers, and Tim is glad he doesn’t smile to sugar coat the words. The confidence in his voice reassures Tim more than any words he’s said to himself tonight.

He nods, holding his breath as they enter.

He looks at the bed to see Bruce. His eyes watery and wide as he stares at Bruce’s chest.

It rises with an audible inhale.

Tim releases an audible exhale.

Alfred squeezes his hand again before releasing it and moving away to Bruce’s side, putting the pill capsules and a cup of room temperature water on his nightstand for when he wakes.

Tim tries to focus on Alfred, but his brain interrupts to keep watching Bruce, convincing him if he looks away Bruce will die. He’s certain of it.

“Master Tim, I’d suggest getting some rest now.” Alfred whispers as he walks to him and leaning closer to his ear as to not wake Bruce. Tim wants to nod, wants to leave the room and go to his own bed and just sleep for once this week without crying onto his pillows till he passes out from exhaustion.

But he can’t. He feels stuck in place as he watches Bruce with a hawk-eye gaze.

“I.. I don’t want him to die.” He murmurs, his eyes staying trained on one spot, eyebrows furrowing. “If I sleep, he— he dies, Alfred.”

Alfred pauses, a moment of silence between the two, the only noise being Bruce’s breaths and the old manor being its usually squeaky self.

“May I offer my word and promise that I will watch over him while you sleep?” Alfred says, attempting a compromise.

…

“Only if I’m allowed to sleep in here tonight.”

“I do believe that is not up for me to decide.”

Tim trusts Alfred— probably more than anyone else in his life,— but he hates making Alfred get this pressure of being perfect and solving problems all the time. Does the man ever get sleep? Does he ever allow himself sleep? Tim is just adding onto the burdens Alfred carry’s when he can just sit in here and watch Bruce him—

“Timothy. Please. Allow yourself rest, I will ensure his safety just as much as I do for all of you every night. If anything were to happen, I will alert you.” Alfred interrupts, brows furrowing with a frown as he stares at Tim.

Alfred’s expression changes to a smile when Tim’s teary eyes flick over and stay on Alfred’s eyes.

“There you are.” He says simply, taking Tim’s hand and elbow into his hands, guiding him over to the other side of Bruce’s bed, helping him onto it and making sure he’s adjusted and comfortable.

Bruce shuffles, making Tim pause. Once cleared to, he continues to snuggle his way into the sheets, his own being laid on top by Alfred. He flips onto his side, making sure he’s facing Bruce so he can watch, before remembering Alfred was going to sacrifice sleep so Tim could. So he thinks of a solution.

He’s hesitant, but then reasons with himself, he’s doing it for a purpose— his mental wellbeing, actually. Bruce should be proud. He scoots closer to Bruce so his head lays on his chest, allowing himself to make sure he’s still breathing. To make sure he’s still alive

“I’ll be right here the whole night.” Alfred reassures Tim before pressing a kiss to the boy's forehead, then Bruce’s for good measure..

He closes his dry eyes, head moving with the rise and fall of Bruce’s chest. He’s breathing. He’s alive.

Bruce is okay.

His brothers and sisters are okay.

His family is okay.

He’s okay.

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put-me-in-a-movie-mp3 · 24 days

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Hi I am not sure if you still do ships....But yeah if you are still doing can you do for stranger things, Harry Potter, IT, twilight ,Wednesday,Marvel and Percy Jackson maybe? I know it's a lot but ....PLEASE

I don't exactly know who to ship with so ...

Appearance: I have big round brown eyes and hair just below the upper back .. I am 5,1 with lean or nearly fit hourglass figure and have South Indian brown skin tone.....blackish brown hair and oval face and I have a lot of moles (the one near the eyebrow is like signature mole maybe) and scars (Mostly from fighting with my bro...it tens to get violent 😭😭) .....I have small hands and small feet...

Personality: Typical INFJ....I prefer to be alone but when I was supposed to interact with others I get extroverted... And I don't shy away from making new friends or talking to strangers.....Basically an ambivert ..I am very bold and confident about myself....loves adventures and challenges like bungee jumping and risking my life ......sometimes impulsive......tend to be talkative and like to annoy the people I like....And I am VERY LOYAL.......And expect the same from others too .....Yeah it's a lot to expect..... And I am basically like boyish things (According to fellow strangers) like MARVEL,video games,anime ..... I like K-pop too..........I like to learn and try new things..

Likes: MUSIC(CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT IT) ...mostly K-pop ,emo rock,pop,and melody songs...,Ice cream, Cats(I can't live without cats), chocolate ,food(I am a sucker for chicken fried rice) ,sleep, read(Obviously 🙄) ,dance , sing, draw,...

Dislike: Not very loyal people,Cheaters, Bullies, Beetroot, rude people

And I tend to be good at everything I do...like I am top in my studies,can draw,paint,dance,sing,etc.. and I am very passionate and driven towards my goals and anything I DO

Hogwarts house: Gryffindor...(A close call with Slytherin)

Favorite color: It changes every 6 years but always black 🖤, and currently I am in my Blue 💙 phase

Can you make me one ?

Its been a hot ass minute, but I am back and deciding to finish the requests! <3

Stranger Things: Eddie Munson <3

Now by far, I would have to say he is perfect for you. I mean perfect. Let's be real, he would be obsessed with you. Eddie talks a lot, you talk a lot, which is great. You both match each others energy perfectly. You both love the same bands and wear almost all black. At school, you guys stand out. Mostly because you guys are the only couple wearing all black to school (everyday). You guys would happen to find a stray cat somewhere and you would beg him to let you keep. Eddie, not being able to say no to you. Obviously says yes. It would be a black kitten that you guys name Raven. Another thing is at school, you hate Billy Hargrove. You despise him, mostly because he is known for being a cheater, but also because he is just a prick. If he were to ever mess with your friends or god forbidden Eddie, all hell will break loose.

Harry Potter: Fred Weasley

Fred is a goofball that just so happens to fall in love with you. Partially because you match his energy as well. You both love to pull pranks on people and be goofy all the time. At the great hall when you guys are eating, you are loud and laughing and you get everyone to join in the conversation. At the end of the meal, everyone at the table is dying laughing. Partially because Fred thought it would be a good idea to start a food fight. His target being the one and only Draco Malfoy. You and Fred love to watch movies together, stargaze, and take adventures around Hogwarts (mostly after hours when your not suppose to be out of your dorms).

Twilight: Seth Clearwater

You and Seth were unsure of each other first. Or at least he was unsure of you. Everyone in his life is older and serious, he is still in high school trying to figure everything out. Trying to live a normal life while there are a bunch of vampires going batshit. You and him find each other and guys are each others peace. He makes you feel so safe and you're always there to comfort him. He is confused on where his life is going and doesn't have a good family to connect with. You are his home and he adores everything about you.

Wednesday: Enid Sinclair

You and Enid match each others personalities so well. Enid never really met someone that is an exact replica of herself. The confidence, talkativeness, kindness, and someone that is actually funny. You two are a power couple. There is never a dull moment. You would naturally be there for Enid 110%. Since she has had a hard time becoming full werewolf, you are always there to comfort her through it since it has been her biggest insecurity. You make her feel so special and loved like she never has. You constantly measure that everything will be okay. Enid definitely goes out of her way to give you flowers and stick sweet little notes that you find throughout you day. She is defiantly a romantic and ever since Ajax, she was heartbroken. You completely fixed her.

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kawaiijellymonster · 3 years

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@ whoever told me like a year ago that once I dye my hair once I'll never stop...u were right and I think you should know that

#not me currently impulse dying my hair black #who dat?#okay so but I did kinda think about it but I also just went for it #in the last year my hair has been purple/red/pink ombre. red/brown #black/red/purplish (originally dyed black on top of red faded purple). bright pink. vibrant purple. and now black

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flowerwrites06 · 3 years

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pacify her — myg

Plot: An impulsive and tumultuous marriage of seven years is coming to suffocate Yoongi when his heart falls onto the lap of another.

Pairing(s): Producer!Yoongi x Singer!OC (Name: Kiku)

Rating: G | PG | M | R 18+

Type: Drabble | Oneshot | Two Parter | Series

Word Count: 4.2k

Genre: Affair AU | Angst

Tags & Warnings: slightly aged up yoongi, mentions and implications of smut, rough divorce, alcohol, infidelity, screaming, fight, possessiveness, manipulation, threats of blackmail

Authors Note: another yoongi fic! this is a older one from before my break that I’d put aside. Let me know what you think and hope you enjoy!

Yes, it was bad. There was no way Yoongi could even attempt to make something righteous or pity inducing out of the situation. Yet at some point, the guilt lost its potency and it became a dulled routine.

Early morning arrives as he gives a quick kiss on the cheek to his wife, the light hint of whiskey in her aura. She had blonde hair, a little frizzy yet straightened.

In a physical sense, she was beautiful. Of course she was. A gorgeous singer in her prime; blue eyes and dyed blonde hair with a smile that could swoon anyone. Even him.

Ruffling through his raven hair, silver earrings glimmered in the morning light as he grabbed the black coffee from the white marble counter. Yoongi remembered having to tell her that he was going to be out late. But that was a known fact at this point between them. He usually just left a moment of silence and then Selene would tell him to have a good day. Like a pair of dolls in a child’s dollhouse simply going with the flow of their unseen master.

Yoongi walked out of their mansion to notice Jungkook already leaning against the black Sedan. The grey light indicated it must’ve been around five in the morning. He would have to get to the studio at around nine. As the years went by and Yoongi became a respected name in the industry, the need to pull all-nighters were minimal. He went to work at a decent time and came back somewhere around midnight. By that time, Selene would’ve passed out drunk on the bed or couch.

Hands dug in his thick black coat, he gave a small nod to the younger male before they climbed into the Sedan and drove off to the planned location.

Jungkook broke the icy wall between them as he usually did. “Is it confirmed now?”

“Not yet.” Yoongi sighed. “She started screaming so we have to postpone the meeting some other time.”

“Third attempt this year.” Jungkook muttered mostly under his breath but Yoongi heard him.

Divorce became a trigger word in their household. The first time Selene broke her mothers’ vase and blamed him then they fucked on the dinner table. Second time it was a yelling match between the two of them and she threatened to have a sex tape of him with Kiku. Truthfully he was more worried about Kiku’s reputation than his own. Third time Selene was just screaming. No words. No tears. Just screaming. Like a spoiled child not wanting their parents to continue their scolding.

Yoongi stopped mentioning it after the third time. Even though eventually Selene would have to sign it on the grounds of abuse and manipulation. He didn’t want it to go that far though. “Is there a way I can find out if she has the tape?”

Jungkooks gaze flickered to the side before focusing on the road again. “I mean—you could go through her stuff but I feel like that could be used against you.”

He hummed in reluctant agreement, ringed fingers playing at his lips as he looked out the window. “Don’t want Kiku getting dragged into the mess she’s making.”

“Not to be crude but she is kind of in the mess already.” Jungkook answered simply.

“I know but at least Selene’s current rep is making Kiku look like the hero of the story. With the sex tape out, you know what the fucking media’s like.” Yoongi seethed. “It’ll ruin Kiku’s image and then everything goes to shit.”

Unlike a lot of people, Yoongi’s liaison with Kiku wasn’t some fun run around. The fact that she was twenty four, six years her junior was just a stupid coincidence everyone latched onto.

Kiku was smart and patient, the most talented singer of her generation in his opinion. Miles more maturity than anything Selene had even when she didn’t fall in love with vodka. Yoongi found peace in the girl when everything else seemed to down to shit.

After that sorry display of a reaction from Selene, Yoongi needed some peace.

So Jungkook quietly drove him over to the townhouse that Kiku lived in. A small, baby blue structure with Chrysanthemums and Jasmines blooming in the front yard. Kiku loved making tea out of them in her spare time.

Even looking at the front view of the townhouse made him visibly loosen. “I’ll probably get to work at ten.” Yoongi muttered, still looking at the arched window next to the black wooden door. Everything so compact and neat like the way she held herself.

“If you want, we could probably get some kind of permission to see if Selene recorded you without consent.” Jungkook explained. “Unless…you’re the one who filmed it.”

“We don’t film ourselves.” Yoongi stated plainly. “So that could work.”

Jungkook hummed. “I’ll get something arranged.”

“Thank you, Kook. Really.” There was sadness laced into his tone that he hated. Yoongi preferred being more casually frustrated or angry in these situations. Even though deep down, he felt like an injured bird in a cage unable to get out. Despite all the things he’d achieved in his life, he still ended up becoming trapped. In the process, he ended up trapping Kiku with him for his own selfish taste of freedom.

Yoongi stepped out of the car and dug his hands back into his coat pockets. The sound of the Sedan faded away into the distance. Jasmine lingered in the air, touching his nostrils to silently welcome him to paradise as he pulled out his spare key and entered the house. “It’s me.” He wanted to say ‘I’m home’ but it would’ve been a lie.

Footsteps echoed against the floor until she walked out from the archway that led into the living room. Her dark hair was down to her waist, naturally waved and eyes a deep grey. She wore a lavender sweater with a black skater skirt and white socks, comfortable and exuding a warm aura. “Did—did you—”

He let out a defeated sigh. “She made a fuss—again.”

“Oh.” Kiku hugged her own body, hands rubbing up and down her arms.

“Are you mad at me?”

Kiku shook her head. “No.”

“Why not?” Yoongis voice only came out in a whisper.

“It’s not exactly your fault.” She smiled nervously. “Selene’s being difficult. I can’t blame you completely.”

Yoongi felt a tugging at his chest, either guilt or just more of that stupid sadness. This was the third time he walked into this house and basically told Kiku he couldn’t be with her completely. That he was still tied down to the woman he married seven years ago, thinking it was the right decision.

Another defeated sigh passed his lips, Yoongi moved closer and locked her into a kiss. Thumb grazing against her cheek, tongue exploring every inch of her mouth while the other hand trailed down the curve of her back. Fingers snuck underneath her sweater. Feeling her skin. Warmth coating his palm and bringing him comfort as a sweet hum vibrated in her throat. He felt her gripping at his coat before trying to push it off, allowing less barriers between their bodies.

Coat dropped to the floor along with his shoes slid away. Kiku broke the kiss much to Yoongi’s discontent, a growl emitting under his breath. She merely smiled, soft hand holding his before leading them up the stairs to her bedroom.

He remembered the first time they did this. Yoongi took work to Kiku’s home because he knew he wouldn’t get anything done back at his house with Selene yelling at him. They did get work done for the most part but eventually the wine began swirling too much in their heads. Yoongi’s hand had planted on her bare thigh and before he could even gather his bearings, he was between her legs, hand gripping the arm of the couch, sweat dripping as he fucked her for god knows how long. His back ached a little for a few days but it was worth it.

Her room had a subtle, sweet smell like her perfume. Something like the jasmine in the front garden mixed with vanilla. The memory of that smell always brought him comfort. Right now, it was also causing a significant stir in his pants as the bedroom door closed with a click. That sound also brought comfort. This was their little world now. No one to disturb them. His phone was forgotten downstairs. He could leave his life behind for a while when he was in this bedroom.

Kiku stood in front of him in all her beautiful glory, grabbing at the hems of her sweater and pulling it over her head. Her full breasts perfectly held by a pink, lace bra. A small chrysanthemum tattoo on her left side etched onto her beautiful skin. She stood close to him now, nose nudging against his own as a silent invitation to take his fill. Trusting him to give her all the fill she needed too.

Yoongis breathing began to shake ever so slightly. He brought his hands and caressed the dip of her hips, moving up to cup her breasts, the slight grazing of lace against his palm. Her nipples poked out in hardened nubs causing her to gasp whenever he brushed against them. Fingers moved up to hold the sides of her face, pulling her in for another kiss.

She unbuttoned his shirt, not waiting to push it off before letting her hands roam around his bare torso. Yoongi quickly shrugged off the useless piece of clothing. He pressed their bodies tight against each other, feeling that lace against his own chest as he kissed down the column of her neck. Kiku ran her fingers through his hair, tingles shivering down her spine at his tongue creating a trail down her throat.

A thought then crept at his mind, making him grunt in frustration. Yoongi wanted to keep going, nails grazing down her back but he had to make sure. Once again, Selene got into his head.

“Wait…” Yoongi cupped her cheek as she paused in her actions. Kikus’ wide-eyed gaze drove him insane. Calm down. You need to check.

“What is it?”

Letting out an angry sigh, he pinched the bridge of his nose. “Selene threatened me with a sex tape between us. I started thinking about the maids I hired to come here and I can’t stop thinking about what she said.”

Kikus’ expression softened as she looked around her bedroom. “A camera? Wouldn’t that be against her favor?”

Yoongi hummed. Running his fingers through his hair, he rummaged through each corner of the room. In the closet, corners of the wall and ceiling, in the slits of the curtain holder; anywhere that could have a hidden camera. A wave of relief passed over him when he found nothing. “We’re fine. But I’ve sent Jungkook to figure out whether something is wrong.”

Kiku reached out and cupped his cheeks, warm palm that smelled like lilies. “This has been stressing you out a lot, hasn’t it?”

Yoongi latched his hands back onto her hips, squeezing it like his stress toy. “I’m fine now.” He attempted a smile.

Plump lips curled at the edges, Kiku leaned, coquettish cheek in her eyes as she kissed the cut of his jawline and the pale trail of his neck. “Just fine?” Her smirk was evident in her voice.

“Thrilled then.” Yoongi melted into her mischief.

Kiku giggled under her breath, pulling him onto the bed like a siren, singing a sailor back to her lair. She let him lie down and relieved his clothes.

Her kisses down his stomach were like healing potions through his veins. Dousing away the poison of Selenes’ toxicity and his own rising selfish guilt. And her moans were like protective hands over his ears, hiding him away from the inevitable reality he had to face outside of these doors.

Jungkook arrived to the studio the next day with news that added an extra pinch in between Yoongis’ brows. Kikus’ current maid was apparently paid by Selene to follow and track Kikus’ whereabouts to find something incriminating.

Much to Yoongis’ expectation, the maid didn’t find anything strange other than Kiku visiting her sister in the sanitarium. It wasn’t a pleasant piece of information but not necessarily incrimination. In fact Jungkook said it would’ve made Kiku look more like a hero.

“I’ve scheduled another meeting today.” Yoongi practically threw his glasses on his table. The newest song was still open at his desktop. He could barely focus on the details he used to be able to. “Fourth times a charm.”

Jungkook took a sharp gulp of his black coffee, wisps of his black hair escaping from the bun he wrapped his hair in. “How long do you think she’s going to drag this out?”

Yoongi shook his head. “She’s been persistent about everything else.”

Selene had been the one to hint the marriage many times. Yoongi thought it a good idea at the time, when his mind was swirling with nothing but the smell of her. But he was young. Maddened by love that was just a mix of thrill and pride in being the most popular couple of the industry.

“How long do you think she’s going to be okay with it?” Jungkook asked.

He narrowed his gaze at the younger male. “We’ll have to see.”

They opted their house meeting room for the meeting. Afternoon light shone like dark gold against the mahogany table. Selenes’ blonde hair looked like freshly sparkled champagne and her eyes like aquamarine gems; the ones she used to wear in concerts. She wore her best blue dress today too, putting on her best smile so she looked the perfect wife. The wife Yoongi wronged and nothing more.

Yoongi heard this meeting proceedings over and over again. He would get the house and Selene would take a portion of his assets. He had no trouble with her taking his fortune if it had to come with that. That was not what he was trying to protect from her. However, Yoongi knew his wife. Selene didn’t want money, she wanted what was hers. Her marriage to him was her pride.

This polished celebrity couple status was powerful. It kept her reputation alive and it kept her self-esteem intact.

Slowly, Selene began breathing heavily and holding her hand over her lips. Perfectly painted in pink. It was momentary at first and Yoongi simply thought she had a hangover. Then she kept doing it, touching her chest then her stomach. Gradual and calculated. “Excuse me.” She stood up to her feet. “I’m feeling a bit—”

She collapsed to the floor. Yoongi carried her over to the couch and her divorce lawyer handed her some water.

“Sorry, I wanted to tell you sooner but you’ve been so busy.” Selene gulped, taking careful sips of her water. She smiled up at Yoongi like a wife who’d never done anything to manipulate her husband. “I’m pregnant.”

Yoongi knew all too well how to keep his composure. He was the least expressive person in any group he was in. But this was too far. A grimace twisted on his features. Disappointment. Shock. Whatever anyone could call it, Yoongi had never felt such poison in his heart for his wife today. “We haven’t slept together in months, Selene.”

“You can take a paternity test if you’d like, sweetheart.” Selene grinned.

Yoongi couldn’t hold his anger in this time. “I know about the maid…sweetheart.”

The two lawyers looked confused but Selenes’ perfect smile turned into a realistic frown.

“What maid?” His lawyer asked.

“Selene paid a maid to follow and trace Kiku so they could find something incriminating on her.”

“And can you prove this?” Selenes’ lawyer asked.

“You said her name in this house,” Selene muttered. “I told you not to say her name.”

“Next meeting, I’ll have the proof and you can get your paternity test.” Yoongi turned on his heel.

Eventually, Selenes’ little façade cracked to her usual self as she threw the glass of water against the wall. “You said her name!” She shrieked. “I hope the fucking whore fucks that bodyguard of yours right in front of you! It’s what you fucking deserve, you piece of shit! No don’t touch me!”

Selene’s lawyer tried to calm her down, stopping her from saying anything that could make her look worse. But Selene didn’t stop.

“You married me, you scumbag! You’ll always be married to me! No matter how much you fuck that dirty cunt of hers, you’ll always be my husband!” Selene forced out intoxicated laughter as the lawyer stopped her from grabbing her vodka bottle. “Kiku kiku kiku kiku kiku, fuck your Kiku! I hope she gets admitted in that same fucking hospital as her drug pumped sister!”

Yoongi knew it was best to let Selene make herself look bad. Yet her words continued to haunt him as he exited his house once more, married and trapped.

For the first time in a while, Yoongi spent two days away from Selene. Her lawyer said that they should hold it off until the paternity test is confirmed. Jungkook was also getting phone evidence and the maid herself to confess about Selenes’ antics. Needless to say all this urgent waiting grew an impatience in Yoongi. The stress engulfed him right to his throat.

Today in the studio, he had decided to tell Kiku about what Selene did to her. His patient and sweet Kiku finally showed traces of true anger in her beautiful face. It wasn’t venomous or bitter but a genuine distaste at an act of invasion.

Kiku shook her head, pacing back and forth in the tiny studio. “This isn’t right. She’s just making temper tantrums and breaking laws at this point.” She gestured to the side roughly.

Yoongi shrugged. “Once she starts her whole thing, it’s like talking to a brick wall.”

Tucking a stray behind her ear, Kiku knelt at his chair and touched his hand gently. Her anger didn’t last long and the usual softness of her demeanor slowly returned. “Persist a little more then. She’s getting directly involved with me and now my sister, I can’t tolerate that. I’m basically just your mistress at this point.”

Yoongi had no anger towards Kiku. It was a general frustration with everything around him and the trapped feeling in his gut like he couldn’t breathe. Yet something tugged at his nerves regardless and he pulled his hand away. “Well you’re a mistress right now. What do you think was going to happen if you got involved with a married man? It’s not as easy in my side of the affair while you sit and wait.”

Her eyes glossed. “I sit and wait because I love you. Just because I don’t express my frustrations doesn’t mean you can just tell me how easy I have it in this relationship.” Kiku got back up to her feet. “You don’t just ignore my feelings until it’s convenient for you to consider them.” She sniffled, tears forming pearls in the red waterlines of her eyes.

Yoongis’ heart dropped seeing the pain strewn across Kikus’ face. He was right. In all this mess, he just appreciated Kikus’ patience and kept going on with his own self-pity. If he fixed everything and ended it with Selene, things would be okay. He didn’t quite think about Kikus’ feelings in the midst of all of this. Especially with an adamant woman like Selene.

Worst part was those three words. Kiku spoke them and Yoongi realized that he hadn’t said it to her throughout this whole divorce fiasco. He had a woman here who loved him and he loved her. Yet he was waiting for someone else to get their act together just so they could be together.

Before Yoongi could say anything though, the rest of the crew walked in for recording.

Kiku sniffled again and tied her hair up, immediately walking into the recording booth to start work.

It didn’t hurt less when she was singing ballads. One of the producers complimented how much emotion she had in her voice but Yoongi could only agree quietly.

Once it was done, Yoongi immediately walked into the recording booth as the other producers talked about going to lunch. She wasn’t even looking at him now. “Kiku…” She didn’t answer. “Kiku, I’m sorry.” He tried to reach out and touch her cheek. Maybe even a strand of her hair but she backed away.

“You need to decide whether it’s worth for you to give up your marriage for us. If it’s not then don’t pursue me again.” Kiku walked past him and out of the studio. Yoongi was shot with both melancholy and a burst of determination.

The next day was hell for Yoongi. Lead formed in his heart without being able to speak to Kiku like he always did. He’d work with her in a sterile, professional environment during the day as usual but then see her walk away from him at the end of the session. Yoongi would catch her glances yet somehow they hurt more than her ignoring him. He saw the sadness in her eyes. This wasn’t a breezy experience for her as much as it wasn’t for him.

When he returned home to get news of the paternity test, Yoongi barely had the strength to walk in his normal pace. If it was positive then he’d need to stay with her until the child was well taken care of. He wasn’t going to be chalked as the estranged father after the things Selene put him through.

Both his lawyer and hers were present for the results. Selene had to open the envelope in front of them with a doctor present. Jungkook also stood in the corner for support.

That same pristine smile returned on Selenes’ face as she opened the envelope and placed the report on the table. Her smile disappeared quicker today.

Negative.

The wave of relief that washed over Yoongi was enough to nearly make him fall to the ground. He had to grip onto the edge of the table, catching his breathing and trying not to smile too much.

Selene looked at the doctor in shock. “You said it could be positive.”

“You were showing symptoms, madam but it was a false alarm. I—I tried to tell you.” The doctor looked around confusingly at the room.

“Check again then! Do you have another test?”

“That’s enough, Selene.” The determination stirred and fired in him. This was the last straw. “You’re going to sign those papers now.”

“No! You shouldn’t have married me if you were going to leave me!” Selene cried out.

“You never loved me, Selene.” Yoongi scoffed. “Don’t think I didn’t realize it from the beginning. I might be scum for being unfaithful but how is lying about your feelings for me any better?”

Selene stammered to speak up but she was quickly muffled by Yoongis’ fire.

“You left for three days when I told you that money wasn’t going to be good for a while. The moment I won that award, you came back pretending everything was fine.” Yoongi smiled bitterly. “I had a cracked ankle from some faulty equipment dropping on me. Tell our lawyers how many times you visited the hospital in those ten weeks?” He gestured to them. “You know who did visit? The girl you keep insulting. Kiku.”

Selene gulped, trying her best not to face her lawyers’ shocked expression. “I—you…that doesn’t excuse your infidelity.”

“No it doesn’t. But it sure as hell is good reason to leave you.” Yoongi pressed her lips together.

Selenes’ lawyer cleared his throat, pushing the divorce papers to her. “We’ll accept the terms.”

She tried to speak up but her lawyer touched her shoulder. Roughly, his now ex-wife signed the final papers.

It was done. He was free.

Jungkook drove Yoongi back to the little townhouse that smelled like jasmines and chrysanthemums. “Congratulations,” the young man said.

Yoongi chuckled. “Thanks.” He relished in the waft of that familiar smell when he climbed out of the car. Instead of using the spare key, he knocked on the door three times. Even though his adrenaline was pumping hard through his veins, Kiku deserved to decide whether she wanted to continue being part of this. Part of his newly freed life out of the cage.

The door opened to Kiku. She wore the prettiest purple dress and her black hair in disarray as if from a nap. Her puffed eyes blinked a few times before she folded her arms over her chest. “Yes?”

“I did it.”

Kikus’ expression softened, if that were possible. “You actually did?” she whispered.

Yoongi smiled softly. “I did.”

She gulped. “Was it worth it?”

“Every bit.” Not the slightest hesitation in his tone. “I love you.”

Tears glossed thickly over her beautiful eyes as she leaped into his arms. “I love you too,” Kiku sobbed into his shoulder.

As the door closed, Yoongi could finally take a breath of his newly earned relief. He didn’t have leave this place anymore. Not be dragged back to the abyss. For the first time in a while, he felt at home.

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summary: you are a mermaid and you save a handsome man from drowning but little do you know it’s not his first rodeo when dealing with mermaids. seonghwa, a former prince, is currently hongjoong’s first mate and boyfriend. hongjoong is the captain, the pirate king of the most savage crew across the seas. and you want nothing to do with them. not because they’re pirates, but because they’re humans…

ship: mermaid!reader x prince/pirate!seonghwa x pirate!hongjoong

genre: little mermaid!au, pirate!au, angst, fantasy, romance

author’s note: demon!jongho x wizard!yunho let’s get ittttt

warnings: some swearing, mentions of demonic activity & torture, hell references (idk, just in case someone’s uncomfy with that), mentions of drowning, kissing

word count: 3.3k

chapter one ☠️ chapter two ☠️ chapter three ☠️ chapter four ☠️ chapter five ☠️chapter six ☠️ chapter seven ☠️ chapter eight ☠️ chapter nine ☠️ chapter ten ☠️ chapter eleven ☠️ chapter thirteen ☠️ spotify playlist

Jongho’s POV

"It appears your time is up," I smirked triumphantly the minute I snatched Hongjoong away from his ship. Humans were so foolish it would almost be amusing if a tiny part of me didn't feel bad for them. Key word: tiny.

Collecting human souls and becoming more powerful was a far more pleasant activity than whatever sense of guilt had briefly visited me. As I was saying, humans: 0. Me: 8524. Or was it 8525 already? I began losing count of how many souls I'd acquired throughout my immortal life.

And it's not like I wasn't a benevolent demon. I had warned Hongjoong what would happen if he achieved true happiness. It wasn’t my fault he found joy so quickly. It wasn't my fault he couldn't find a way to be miserable in order to prolong his life on earth. Or should I have said life at sea? Damn pirates and their weird habits.

"Please, I need more time," Hongjoong begged wretchedly.

"If I had a soul for every time I heard that line. Actually, nevermind. I do have a soul for every time I heard that," I shrugged smugly.

"So what's one more week to you? You can't die, right?" he bargained relentlessly.

"Fair point, but a deal is a deal. Any last words?"

"I just want to say goodbye to my friends. My soul will be yours for eternity, so what's the rush?" Hongjoong kept talking.

Ah, humans and their never-dying hope. If it wasn't so pathetic, it would have been admirable.

"Hm, let me think...No," I rejected his plea without even bothering to consider it.

And just as I was about to put an end to his mortal existence and absorb his soul, I felt a surge of faintly familiar power calling me. No, summoning me. Oh, what the hell?

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Yunho's POV

"Hello, demon," I greeted Jongho reluctantly.

"What do you want, wizard?" he scoffed. "And why have you trapped me in this ridiculous circle?"

"I have my reasons," I responded vaguely. "Care to explain what you've been intending to do with that pirate's soul?"

"It's none of your business," Jongho rolled his eyes.

"I suggest you tell me unless you want to stay here forever."

Jongho laughed maniacally. Ever the narcissistic prick.

"You think this can hold me down?" he moved towards me swiftly, as if intending to break away from my spell.

Once he realized there was an invisible wall preventing him from escaping, he eyed me with a mixture of confusion and curiosity.

"Now, I'm intrigued. How did you become so capable?"

"Answer my question first and then I'll decide whether to tell you," I suggested, fully aware of the fact I had the high ground in this situation.

Maybe not forever like I'd threatened, but it would certainly be long enough to make Jongho speak.

"Very well. I was intending to devour his soul. I don't seem to have enough pirates in my collection. Too many corrupt politicians, which is kinda gross, don't you think?"

"When will you put this obsession of yours to an end? Aren't you already powerful enough down there?"

"Obviously not powerful enough since you've managed to entrap me."

I shook my head in disbelief.

"I can't let you take Hongjoong's soul."

"Why?"

"Like you said before, it's none of your business," I wanted to give him a taste of his own medicine.

"Humour me, wizard. What's so special about this pirate?"

"Alright. To put it simply, I've invested too much of my energy and magic to his loved ones' well-being. If he is taken away from them, all my efforts will have been in vain. It would be a waste."

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Jongho's POV

"Who are they? His loved ones?" I asked despite myself.

Even though I was furious at Yunho for summoning and tricking me into this circle, my inquisitiveness was growing by the minute. Wizards usually didn't meddle in demons' affairs. But for some reason, I kept running into Yunho every now and then. And though he was a bit annoying, he certainly wasn't boring. So, I kept playing along.

"A mermaid and a former prince. Satisfy your curiosity?" Yunho replied without giving too many details. Okay, I'll bite.

"Juicy," I murmured. "And what exactly did you invest in them?"

"Let's just say I have helped them transform in ways previously thought impossible."

"Aw, come on, you've got to give me more than that," I insisted.

"Maybe I will. But first, you're gonna have to promise me you won't take the pirate's soul."

"And what's in it for me?" I pouted. "You know I don't do things for free."

"Bloody demons," Yunho muttered under his breath. "I'll give you something that will make you as powerful as you want."

"As powerful as the devil himself?" I blinked incredulously.

"Yes," he confirmed.

"And what, pray tell, is that?"

"A wizard's soul," No. He couldn't... "Mine, to be specific."

Idiot. Beautiful, impossible idiot.

"You dare compare yourself to the devil?" I cackled.

I didn't understand it myself but a part of me was actively trying to talk him out of it.

"Not right now. But in a few years, I'll be even stronger. With my powers in your collection, you'll be invincible."

"You're willing to give up your soul and yet you don't even know that pirate?"

"I don't need to," Yunho waved me off.

"And if you trick me? If you don't become powerful as you suggest you will?"

I kept trying to change his mind. It was insane. He was presenting me with an unbelievably good possibility and I was attempting to dissuade him. What was wrong with me?

"Well, then, you'll have eternity to torture my soul."

"Hm. Tempting, I admit."

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Yunho's POV

"Then, just agree to it, Jongho," I pleaded.

"You must be really desperate to call me by my name," the demon observed correctly. Damn, how I hated that he was right.

"Don't pretend you haven't made up your mind already. No other wizard would ever offer you something like that," I couldn't take no for an answer.

"So what makes you so different from other wizards?"

"I don't know. But the fact remains. You can't reject me. You're far too greedy to let go of your ambitions now."

"This is your last warning, Yunho. If I give up the pirate's soul and take yours instead, you will regret it. Human souls wither in time and their miseries become less painful. A soul like yours? It could last till eternity and beyond. And every second in hell will be agony. It will destroy you little by little. And even when you might think there is nothing left, it will still persevere against all odds. I wouldn't wish such a fate on anyone."

"Aw, are you worried for me, demon?" I teased him. "You don't think I can handle it?"

"Shut up and get me out of this obnoxious circle."

"I take it we have a deal, then?" I said confidently.

"Regrettably so."

"You'll let Hongjoong go?" I needed a confirmation.

"Haven't I made it obvious? What could I possibly do with him when I'll have you in a couple of years?"

"You didn't strike me as the patient type," I laughed, while undoing the spell trapping him.

"I can be patient for the right reason, wizard."

"The right reason being my immortal soul?" I joked, even though every cell of my being was telling me to run, even though I was already beginning to regret my impulsive decision. My love for humans would be my downfall...

"Can there be any other reason?" Jongho, now free, traced his finger across my jaw. "Hell, I can't wait to devour you."

"I'll take that as a compliment."

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Hongjoong's POV

That damn demon just disappeared?! I had no idea what was happening but before I could waste any more time wondering, I decided to take advantage of the situation and try to escape from wherever his lair was. However, it was too dark to see anything and no matter how much I ran, I couldn't find a way out. I was beginning to panic, thinking about the demon's potential return when I felt a pair of strong arms pulling me. Not given the chance to protest, I could only determine that I was suddenly being taken away. Soon enough, I was greeted by a familiar sight that reminded me of the happiest memories of my life. I was back on the ship! I couldn't believe my luck and whoever my mysterious saviour was, I knew that I owed them everything. Letting go of me, I attempted to discern their features but in vain. The pitch-black night surrounded us from all sides.

"Who are you?"

"A friend. That's all you need to know for now."

"How can I repay you for what you did for me?"

"You can't," the stranger replied sadly, obviously leaving something out. I was too terrified to ask what they meant by that. So, I asked something else, instead.

"Will I see you again?"

"At sunrise. I need to talk to all three of you at once."

"All three of us?"

But before I could inquire what exactly my saviour was suggesting, they disappeared. Were they referring to Seonghwa, Y/N and myself? I groaned quietly and figured I'd just have to be patient and wait until the morning. Until then, I couldn't do much but see Seonghwa again (since I assumed Y/N was back in the sea during the night). I wasn't sure whether (and if so, when) the demon would return for my soul, so I hurried to our room. Imagine my distress when I didn't find Seonghwa there. Running a hand through my hair, I hurried to check my other crewmates' rooms. There was no trace of any of them. If something had happened to them while I was at the demon's lair...I would never be able to forgive myself. Even if I didn't have much time left, I was determined to spend every second of it looking for my friends. Eventually, I decided that checking Mingi's cell was the only solution. If he was still there, he might know something about my crew's disappearance. If he wasn't...then, I would have no idea where to go next.

"Mingi?" I yelled but in vain. His cell was empty. Fuck. Was this some wicked game? Had the demon taken all of them just to mess with me? Where was everyone? I couldn't think of anything but...No, this was too dangerous. But it's not like I had something to lose, right? I had already sold my soul. So, I abandoned my ship and jumped into the sea.

"Y/N! Y/N!" I started screaming while swimming further away from the ship. She probably wouldn't be able to hear me. But I was desperate, okay? And besides, what other choice did I have? To my utter disbelief, she appeared on the surface soon after I began looking for her. An involuntary sigh of relief left my mouth. But then, it hit me. It was a full moon. Which made Y/N more like a siren. Oh, fuck it. If I was about to go to hell, I might as well be drowned by her instead of have my soul absorbed by that demon.

"Hongjoong!" she exclaimed. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," I lied and swam towards her, completely disregarding the potential danger. "Where did everyone go?"

"They went looking for you, of course!" Y/N explained. "And I had to return here, because of...well, you know why."

I smiled nervously.

"And Mingi?"

"Yeosang let him go," she said.

"Yeosang?" I was shocked.

"I don't know, he said they would need more hands or something," Y/N chuckled at the cruel irony of it. "Yeo's been visiting him. He said Mingi's...different. Kinder."

"Why do I have difficulties believing that?"

"Everyone can change, I guess," she shrugged. Wait, when had she gotten so close? Almost too close...

"Y/N..." I whispered her name in warning, but she didn't seem to hear me. Wrapping her arms around my neck, I felt unable to move. Completely transfixed by her, a small fraction of my brain was terrified of the fact I didn't feel terrified, at all.

"I missed you," she responded with a song-like voice. "Come with me."

"Okay," my mouth agreed even though my mind was still struggling to accept this. Then, she pulled me under. This was it, then? Surrounded by the endless water, her lips touched mine, giving me a breath of air. A couple of moments later, I realized something unexpecting. She wasn't trying to drown me. She was trying to save me. Her siren nature had made her take me beneath the surface. But her human nature was the one providing me with oxygen. After what felt like centuries of kissing, I felt Y/N letting go of me and pushing me upwards. What had just happened?

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Reader's POV

Finally! Oh, how much you'd missed the sweet sunrise! You swam towards the ship. Memories of what had taken place mere hours ago flooded you. You wondered if Hongjoong would be angry with you. You had to explain everything to him and it couldn't wait any longer. You hoped he'd understand...And that he had made his way back home safely.

"Hongjoong!" you cried out, overwhelmed by guilt. He appeared soon enough, looking absolutely wrecked, like he hadn't slept at all. Knowing him, that was probably the case. You climbed up the ladder and the first thing you did was hug him. You were surprised he didn't flinch away. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you."

"I know you didn't," he replied calmly.

"I thought I could control her. I didn't think she'd try to drown you. I tried my best to stop her but..." you were rambling before you could realize what he was saying.

"I know, sweetheart, I know."

"Wait...what?" you looked up at him in confusion.

"If you hadn't kissed me, I would have drowned. I could feel you struggling against your siren nature."

"So, you forgive me?" you mumbled nervously.

"There's nothing to forgive," Hongjoong unconsciously repeated your words.

You smiled at him gratefully and then, it hit you.

"Hold on, if you're not mad at me, why do you look so miserable?"

"Seonghwa and the crew still haven't returned. After our nocturnal encounter, I thought it sensible to come back to the ship and wait until dawn. I have no idea where to start looking for them."

"Oh, shit, I was so focused on fighting against my siren self that I forgot to tell you," you mentally slapped yourself. "They took the boats and said if they don't find you, they'll come back to the ship in the morning."

"So, why aren't they here yet?" Hongjoong asked anxiously.

"Aren't they?" you grinned and pointed towards the horizon, where a couple of boats were approaching the ship.

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Seonghwa's POV

"Oh my God," I whispered as soon as I saw Hongjoong on the ship. Safe and sound. I ran towards him and enveloped him in a suffocating hug. "Do you have any idea how worried we were?"

"Relax, Hwa, I'll tell you everything I know," he promised.

"You better! We resorted to letting Mingi go in order to search for you!" I hissed.

"You know I can hear you, right?" Mingi complained.

"Yeosang kept saying some nonsense about how he was a changed man or whatever," I kept going.

"Still right here," Mingi announced awkwardly.

"As you might have guessed," Hongjoong interrupted us, completely unbothered by Mingi's freedom. I assumed Y/N had told him already. "I was taken by a demon."

"We figured," Yeosang confirmed.

"I told them about your stupid deal," I groaned.

"Hey, it's not stupid, Yeosang's still alive, isn't he?" Hongjoong argued.

"It is stupid. It's not like I would have killed my favourite pirate in the universe," Mingi intervened.

Yeosang had the audacity to wink at Mingi!

"Shut up, Mingi," Hongjoong said and continued telling us of his adventures. "Now, where was I? So, the demon told me he'd take my soul and like, I tried to talk my way out of it but before I could achieve anything, he disappeared. Naturally, I tried to escape from wherever I was but it was so dark I couldn't see a thing. Eventually, I was saved by some stranger who teleported me back to the ship. My saviour said we'll meet again at sunrise. That's when they vanished, as well, and I noticed you all weren't on the ship. I checked Mingi's cell and of course, it was empty. So, I decided to wait until the morning."

Hongjoong and Y/N exchanged a strange look that led me to believe that wasn't the whole story. I made a mental note to ask them in private what that was all about. But until then, we had more pressing matters to discuss.

"So, the demon just let you go? This doesn't make any sense," I pointed out suspiciously.

"I don't know why or how but I'm grateful I get to spend more time with you. All of you," Hongjoong clarified. "Even Mingi, for fuck's sake."

Mingi chuckled cutely at being acknowledged like that.

"You think the demon will come back for you?" I inquired.

"No idea, but let's hope not," Hongjoong said.

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Yunho's POV

As I was a man of my word, I teleported myself back to Hongjoong's ship at sunrise. And apparently, my timing was particularly appropriate, because the crew had gathered around Hongjoong and he was obviously telling them of his recent experiences. Making myself invisible on purpose, I appeared in the most dramatic fashion, taking them by surprise.

"Holy shit!" Seonghwa yelped in shock but soon enough, remembering how I'd helped him, visibly relaxed. "Yunho!"

"It's the wizard of the lighthouse!" Y/N exclaimed gleefully.

"Hello again," I greeted them.

"Wait, I know that voice!" Hongjoong announced. "You're the guy who saved me last night!"

"In the flesh," I confirmed, a little too smugly.

"You said you need to talk to the three of us," Hongjoong repeated my words. "Did you mean Seonghwa, Y/N and me?"

"Aren't you a clever pirate?" I patted his shoulder proudly. "No offense but I'd like to keep our conversation private. For now."

"None taken," another one of the pirates shrugged.

Hongjoong led me, Seonghwa and Y/N to a room where I assumed we'd be able to have some privacy. As I informed them of the deal I'd made with Jongho, their faces lit up with a mixture of relief and terror. Relief, I imagined, because they were happy Hongjoong would stay with them. Terror, I figured, because humans and mermaids alike, were quite compassionate by nature, and they probably felt bad for me.

"I don't understand..." Hongjoong spoke quietly. "You don't even know me and you would give up your soul for me?"

"Funny, that's exactly what the demon said," I shook my head. "The truth is, I'm too invested in the three of you already to watch him break you apart. First, with transforming Seonghwa's face so that he can have a new life away from his parents. Then, with fulfilling Y/N's wish to have legs during the day so that she can be with you two. Now, this...I can't explain it myself, but seeing the three of you happy, I feel like it's worth the risk. If Hongjoong was taken away from Seonghwa and Y/N, all of the good magic I've done would go to waste."

They looked at me with so much gratitude and worry I couldn't bear it and told them something I probably shouldn't have.

"Don't worry about my soul. I have a plan that demon will never see coming."

"Do you need our help?" Y/N asked.

"I'm not sure yet, but if I do, I'll come to you."

"Please, do. We owe you big time," Seonghwa responded.

"Don't mention it," I waved him off. "But until then, enjoy your lives."

To be continued…

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Scattered AU Masterpost Part 2 [COMPLETE]

Due to post length limit (which is apparently a thing), this AU has been split into two parts. Find Part 1 here!

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- Mumbo has a pet ravager miscellaneous ideas: the ravager is actually a bit small as far as ravagers go. Once Mumbo leaves to go to the hermits, he doesnt take the ravager with him, for fear the environment wouldn't be right for it. However, the ravager follows him and Iskall, startling both when it comes running up to Mumbo. The ravager does not like any of the hermits, however it doesn't attack them because it can understand that Mumbo cares about them. - anonymous

- related to scattered au and "what if this happened to old hermits too" -- python's stuck in a death loop in a bastion (his spawn is right next to a piglin brute). he has no clue what's going on but by god, does he blame zloy - Anonymous

- Consider: Etho's mask protecting him from the flowers that gave Hypno so much trouble. - @/rayveewrites

- (Scattered AU) After Etho dies accidentally at the spawn haven, his spawn takes him to Xisuma. Xisuma is clinging to life when he gets there, and Etho only has time to grab his admin's arms and promise he'll be found before Xisuma passes away. Etho and Xisuma get a few hours together to work on getting Xisuma to the surface before Etho starves to death, and he's transported somewhere else. After that Etho makes it his mission to cycle through spawns as quickly as possible to help Xisuma and anyone else who is trapped in their spawn graveyard, no matter how much his legs start to fail him from the damage starting to linger from building into the sky and leaping off to respawn over and over. - @/petrichormeraki

- Some honorable mentions from my written summary for mumbo in the au: the illigers being terrified as he keeps coming back no matter how many times they kill him; he gets adopted by evoker; he fails at evoker magic, like so bad he cant even dye a sheep; the evoker being so done with mumbo that they beg the vex to give him magic; mumbo summoning scar when the vex get annoyed at how often he summons them, mumbo eventually summoning bdubs after scar's contract to mumbo runs out.... and so much more - @/therainofsweetmelody

- Moobloom!Hypno attracts bees - @/itsabork

- Not too long into his messenger journey, etho remembers what had happened to impulse by the time he, zed and tango had found him, which inspires him to try and die in a different way each time he sets off to find another hermit, partly to avoid becoming resiliant to certain death methods and partly for the challenge - Anonymous

- Because Doc hasn't died his death messages haven't been showing up in the chat. The other hermits don't know if he's even in the same world as them. - Anonymous

- (Scattered AU) More on the Mumbo accidentally summoning Scar thing; the summoning has "opened" the chat for them, but only between Mumbo and Scar. All evokers can call on their Vex, after all, so why not an evoker in more-or-less training? - @/petrichormeraki

- (alternate headcanon) There's so much discussion in the server, I wouldn't know where to start restating. However, I wanna mention one thing: scar spawning in xisuma's first spawn, deep in a geode down under ground. Being trapped in an endless death loop due to the warden lurking just outside the geode, forcing scar into the same loop xisuma had been trapped in so long ago. Not only does he have to deal with the separation from bdubs once they got out of the end, now he seemingly cant escape the warden's clutches.... - @/therainofsweetmelody

- Admins log who knows how long: I've finally managed to get my helmet some repairs with this I could get some plugins to start working hopefully. Considering the situation going on, I better not have derped to hard on this, not now. - Anonymous (singleplayer sleep now works)

- (Scattered AU) Because the code is glitchy for mob hermita, Jevin would spilt when injured too much. So while X and Jevin are trying to get to the surface, they encounter a dungeon or a mineshaft and Jevin gets fatally injured. X starts freaking out cause he doesent want to be alone again and he cant bear to watch Jevin die infront of him and risk getting lost and seperated and Jevin just splits, theres two Jevins now and X doesent know what to think of it.While there are two Jevins, their consienceness is split between the two and his motor skills are more sloppy and X notices and realises that Jevin loses more of himself the more he splits. So while he has a lower chance of losing Jevin to an unfortunate accident, Jevin slowly reverts to a slime the more be splits and the more be spends time as multiple entities. X worries that if Jevin splits for too long or too much, he might lose Jevin - @/itsabork

- The only portal to get out of Hels and into the overworld is an incredibly complex vault boarder line weapon built by Hels Doc and Hels Mumbo and the location of the portal is known only to a few and it changes every season. Now cue Helsknight and Wels sneaking all around Hels while trying to look for this basically impossible to find and get into way home. - anonymous

- It takes a while, but eventually those outside of hermitcraft start wondering why all the hermits collectively disappeared. Sure, they started a new world, and sure they’re usually more secluded, but it’s been months. Skizz wonders why he hasn’t heard from Impulse in a while. All the legates wonder where Python went. Everyone’s confused when none of the hermits turn up to the next MCC. Things get weirder when none of them sign up for the one after. -🟣

- Ok to add on to the daisy ravenger post, on his way to 0,0 Mumbo found spawn spawn, slo when he arrived everyone had him at sword point, expecting angry illiger noises they were surprised when they herd "GUYS IT'S ME!!" - Anonymous

(Note: Hermits at the haven currently include Joe, Beef, Hypno, Scar, Bdubs, TFC, Mumbo, and Iskall, in order of arrival. XB is en route, and Etho was there briefly before dying and respawning elsewhere.)

- Pix and Zloy would be the first to notice the hermits' absence. After all, they do a weekly show about them. Maybe they just decided to have a few weeks of downtime before moving to the next Season? Though surely it wouldn't take this long... - @/rayveewrites

- because im a legacy sucker, the legates would likely be the first to notice the hermits' disappearance. between zloy being on the server, skizz being part of zits and very close to impulse, pearl knowing a few hermits, plus python literally disappearing. what they'd do about it? no idea.to keep it more on the topic of hermits though, don't think about how devastated skizz would be to find out what impulse went through. don't think about it :) - anonymous

- Hello I have produced thoughts! I don’t have room for both so I’m sending 2 asks -when Iskall arrives at the mansion all of the illagers are wary; if one of mumbo’s friends are here then he must be leaving soon. Despite their initial feelings they’ve come to care about this idiot that wandered into their house, and they’re fully aware he has no survival instincts whatsoever, so when he does end up leaving they send a ravager to keep him (and his friends, they suppose) safe -@/haworthiaace

- so like... hear me out ok what if the reason the whole world is corrupting and weird and why a lot of people are like slowly turning into mobs is because maybe this is the way the game and the mobs are turning on the hermits for like making really inhumane farms or something like that and the mobs somehow messed with the code of the world to get revenge - anonymous

- Scattered AU!! Biffa spawned very concerned and on a beach. Where is he? How did he get here? Is he alone? Well one of his questions was answered quickly as he heard a constant buzzing sound come from his communicator, upon opening it he saw probably millions of death messages. He quickly realised this was probably supposed to be a new season of hermitcraft, but he didn't really have time to think about it, night was quickly approaching and he could already see drowned swimming towards him. - Anonymous

- How many times did X die to that Warden? Maybe he develops something to counteract the Warden’s sensors, or that his heartbeat slowed down to the point that his suit can barely pick it up (therefor making it harder for the Warden to track Xisuma down). -🦊

- Etho tried his best to fight the system and not get any new features from all his deaths. But, the game has its ways. Slowly, after every death he has, the less alive he comes back. (Undead!Etho, could be ghost, zombie variant, or skeleton variant) -@/harley-the-pancake

- Other hybrid characteristics Hypno gets of the moonbloom: His ears turn into golden cows ones, the horns grow in, he gets a tail, and little flowers grow though his hair and wrap around his horns. He can also grow flowers around him as long as he has dirt, but thankfully they dont do anything beyond smelling a lot stronger and smelling very nice (and maybe a bit of evoking certain reactions, but nothing beyond what normal flowers can do, ie lavender being calming, just a bit more intense) - anonymous

- Beetlejhost ended up in the world along with the hermits, spawning as if summoned: in the middle of a circle of beehives. His spawn is in the birch forest near the s8 spawn, and his presence spooks anyone who stumbles across him. He blends in concerningly well with the black and white of the forest. Beef feels like hes being watched whenever he goes in the birch forest to get supplies, but joe never notices a thing. He teases the hybrids about their changes, leading him to get swiftly decked- - @/therainofsweetmelody

- beetlejhost spawns in a circle of beehives in the birch forest near spawn. he thinks he's invis, in reality it's just his stripes making him blend into the birch trees. he can't leave the circle of bees, ah how wonderful it is to bee bee-tlejhost - @/justme123abz

- Beetlejhost doesn't mean to be mean, really, he just has really, really bad timing. This includes seeing a pollen-stained Hypno and, with his gravelly voice, immediately say "Woah! Someone had some fun in the sun! Tell me, did you spend a week rolling in dandilions or do you just like the color yellow?" This does not go over well - Anonymous

- Speaking of hybrids, Xisuma spawned in a Wardens den right? Well unlike the other hybrids, Xisuma has been changing too but its been slow. Every time he spawned back in that place, on the warped ground, he's changed. He doenst notice the dark starts to seem less dark, until noises get louder, until he's more sentive to it then he noticed, he gets stronger and breaking though the stone with his bare hands seems a bit easier, its not until he finds Jevin and he points out the glowing horns (1)peaking from his temples when his hair is pulled back hastily that he realizes that something has gone horribly wrong with him. Thankfully Jevin helps ground him before he can freak out, so he shelves it for later, once they're out of this cave. The warden that once was down by his spawn is no longer there btw, disappeared. The horns grow slowly, and soon glowing vein like markings appear as well. (2) - Anonymous

- Okay, Xisuma, we established he spawned in the deep dark, right? As time goes on he adapts to the dark. The skulk sensors grow on him. However as time goes on, they not only grow on him, but become a part of him. His footsteps quiet to near silence, and he can feel sounds. He certainly isn't how he was when he entered, at first glance he might even be mistaken for a warden. - Anonymous

- Tango is the only hermit other than Mumbo Daisy kind of likes. Tango thinks Daisy is absolutely adorable, and Daisy does like the positive attention(and the treats). - Anonymous

- When tango meets mumbo’s pet ravager he loses his mind, he tried so hard to get the decked out ravagers to like him and then mumbo just waltzes in riding on one of the things! He ends up hanging around her a lot and eventually forms some sort of relationship, although not as close as he would like (he also gets a little more sympathetic once he sees the effects the evokers had on mumbo, he figures the guy earned a pet ravager) - @/haworthiaace

(Hermits now at the spawn haven, in order of arrival: Joe, Beef, Hypno, Scar, Bdubs, TFC, Mumbo, Iskall, Tango, Impulse, Zedaph. XB is en route, Wels and Hels are traveling through Hels to get there, Ren, Doc, and Grian are attempting to get there but their success has been limited so far)

- Scattered!AU: Idea that Ex is the ONLY one that knows what is going on and how to fix it perhaps (maybe 'cause of having been banished to the void for so long)? That's why he's trying to find X. - Anonymous

- Admins log: day 1006: Me and Jevin finally see sunlight, and I've managed to get the clock function on my helmet working, finally. As we're on our way to the surface, I only hope that I can find someone or something to help guide us to where we need to go, but unfortunately I've lost all signal to chat, and I think we're next to a woodland mansion. I think I've derped up this time.

- Dear Xisuma, if you see this message then the log is working, also fixed the clock in your helmet it's been 50 days, not 1005. I was about to leave with Iskall when I noticed you and Jevin outside with a few, erm, "buddies" of mine you two where passed out and I managed to stop them from killing you with Daisy, my pet ravenger. I'll explain everything later and spawns in the village are working, finally. I recommend not moving much and work on the data packs for a bit before you do anything elseExplanation log to Xisuma part 2: Sorry if the last one got cut off abruptly, apparently there's a limit to these messages. Any way please take care of yourself. Sincerely, your pal Mumbo Jumbo

- Admins log, day 51: I first want to say thank you Mumbo for bringing me up to speed and explaining why and how me and Jevin are here, next I want to say that these logs may slow down for a bit, I'll be working on some maintenance for some packs. I still don't know why this is happening, I now hope this is a wicked nightmare and not our reality. Hang on I see something over there it looks like, wait let me ju- Voice logs are off for the moment.

- all one anon

- mooblooms spread the flowers that enraptured hypno. now that hypno is a moobloom hybrid, he can make people "hypnotizd"! he doesnt like to, but if the spawn ever gets attacked, the hermits are winning easily. - anonymous

- I like to think that at some point when there's a significant number of healthy hermits at 0,0 they start group searches to find the rest of hermits - anonymous

- After awhile, if they can't change the spawn of everyone, they begin securing all the spawn points to everyone, so if their bed is ever destroyed in the future, they won't end up in a death loop again. They secure the death loop spawn points first. - @/ciaravixen

- For undead Etho: I know that ghasts aren't technically undead mobs, but they're basically ghosts and that's what I feel etho is becoming?He's leaving his mortality behind bit by bit as he ceases to care about death and starts to use it as a tool instead.One day he'll respawn without a body at all - @/draconic-dreams

- This is just a thought. Sand cant be good for Iskall's mechanical parts, and its not like he has anything to fix it. Does he have to wait to find doc to be able to have hope of fixing himself? - anonymous

- Jellie had spawned in the village that cub and xb had come across, so when xb heads to 0,0 he takes her with him (she'd be safer in the overworld than in the end, after all). Its quite a long journey, and she makes for good company. -@/supertiny-tins

- Grian, Doc, and Ren fianlly start heading out to 0,0. Its a long journey, they decide in the end to leave their beds behind at the cabin in case any of them die so none of them end back at their orginal spawns. they would of just made new beds every time but the lack of suplies and resources near by has been low oddly enough. Doc manages to push aside most of his fears to help Grian and Ren, who are weaker, but he keeps his distance whenever he can. They make many hastily built huts as they go 1most nights are spent sleeping on hard ground, later straight up blocks of wool they find but not beds, just wool is better then ground, and it doesn't do the weaker hermits any favors but it works. There are many close calls, but they manage to avoid death, mostly due to Doc. Along the way they start to find signs of other players, coble in places it shouldn't, a rare torch, half mined trees, but no hermits. They still have a way to go, but they're getting closer to the others and safety. 2 - anonymous

- Etho once found himself spawning in the middle of an ocean with nothing and no one in sight except of course... A faint trail of lights dancing beneath the waves... Pulsing and glimmering, almost in a rhythm, something so fascinating, so... So... He was meant to be doing something...? It was... Important... At least... It might have been... It's all.. Kinda hazy... It couldn't have been more important than the lights, nothing was more important than the lights... They were so beautiful... He could watch them all day... Etho never noticed how he slipped beneath the waves, nor how the glow squid's glittering eyes had turned upon him, coiling a tentacle around his waist as it dragged its prey deep into the depths, his eyes hazed with green, he never even noticed his lungs burning for air.And he never remembered drowning after he respawned. - anonymous

- Impulse actually punches through the Nether roof so they can traverse more safely to coordinates given to them by Etho. They leave trails of blocks so they can make their way back, of course. - @/rayveewrites

(Evil X is now hiding out in a cave near spawn)

- Shattered!AU: I see everyone's Warden!Xisuma heacannons and I give you Axolotl!Xisuma. Think about it he's been hanging around with them and Jevin in the lush caves so maybe he's becoming more like them. (Frills, a more pink-ish tint to his skin, the ability to breathe underwater, etc.) :D (Is this because the thought of him having Warden traits is terrifying to me? Maybe. Is it because I think he deserves to become something not scary after his whole ordeal in the Deep Dark? Yes.) - anonymous

- Ever since getting out of the loop, Impulse has had a horrible inner conflict between his guardian side being instinctually drawn to the water, and his human brain being deeply terrified of ever being submerged again. - @/asexualbert

- Because I absolutely adore Daisy, more headcannons for Daisy.Daisy will occasionally just pick Mumbo up gently with her horns when she thinks she isn't getting enough attention. Daisy has a bell collar, because she kept scaring hermits by following Mumbo silently. Daisy is more okay with Iskall than most other hermits, though still doesn't really like him. - anonymous

- Though I'm a sucker for angst, what if Impulse was saved by a dolphin pod or something instead of transforming into a hybrid (or after transforming if Guardian!Impulse is cannon). :3 I can picture dolphins don't take kindly to the Guardian Mobs, might even find them as prey if anything since they're fish. (Guardian!Impulse wouldn't count since they're smart enough creatures to tell the difference.) - anonymous

- Prob a bit early for epilogue stuff but I like to think that, once all the glitches are fixed, that those that became hybrids and would prefer to be back to normal get changed back. - anonymous

(Shade note: Personally, I'm a sucker for stories where the characters adjust and learn to live with the unexpected changes to themselves rather than having them magically fixed, but this option is certainly still here for the people who find it appealing)

- For the scattered au, after the numerous frozen deaths Grian's gone through he starts hearing voices from the snow, even from within Ren's cabin. A snow golem forms after a wandering trader drops a pumpkin and watches from outside the cabin, deciding to guard the place after taking a liking to Grian and Ren. - anonymous

- When Etho became fully ghost, it hit hard. BeetleJhost saw this, and after a while decided to teach him how to show his form and speak. It takes a lot out of him, but it’s worth it. His friends deserve that closure. (Listen, I was expecting angst, I just wasn’t expecting that much angst.) - @/harley-the-pancake

- Mod Shade, I want you to know that angsting ghost!Etho that hard was entirely on you. I was picturing him clipping through blocks and dropping items at inconvenient points, not fading out of existence entirely. - @/draconic-dreams

- Possible explanation for everything going on in Scattered:Players were never supposed to be so powerful; in the natural state of Minecraft they're just another mob, albiet one that can craft and use any tool.But the Players weren't satisfied with that. Everyone from the admin of the smallest server to the mythological ‘dev team’ has been imposing little changes on the world since its inception, slowly tweaking it into a better environment for Player-kind.A single spawn at the world's centre. The ability of Players to chat from one end of the world to another -- even across different worlds. Even natural regeneration, an ability unique to the rarest and most powerful of mobs. As time marched on, Players not only unlocked these things but began to take them for granted, drawing far away from the behaviour of normal mobs. This became normal. Players continued to create datapacks and run commands that tweaked the very nature of the world. -@/draconic-dreams

(Shade note: Perhaps it was just a random glitch, one fundamental line of code removed to shift the balance of power. Or maybe it was orchestrated, but by who and for what purpose? Either way, it will take the Hermits a while to realize this, and even longer to fix it...if they can at all.)

- Jessasin spawned in a mesa biome, of course he's confused on how he got there and why he's in this random vanilla world and not his usual modded world, but both questions got pushed aside when the death messeges arrive. He exploared the area gathering as much recourses as he can and goes off too find someone, anyone really. - @/ghan-does-things

- hello! I discovered the scattered au literally yesterday so sorry if this is something that has already been gone over but I had an idea about bdubs, what if his constant exposure to the void and surviving on nothing but chorus fruit for who knows how long made him slightly enderman-y? 1/2 (sorry, couldn't fit the whole thing in one ask)Like nothing obvious at first, but making eye contact makes him agitated and snappy, touching water makes his skin tingle and if you look at him in the dark his eyes seem to have a very faint pink/purple glow about them? Maybe the other hermits swear he's taller than he was the last time they saw him? And the tips of his fingers are blackened, he assumes due to frostbite, but it seems to gradually be making it's way further up his hands? again sorry if this has been gone over already 2/2 - @/plantichu

- Okay so after Welsknight and Helsknight manage to get past the crazy vault door in Hels, not sure how but it probably involved a lot of cussing on Hels part and Wels saying that he never wanted to look at redstone ever again. The portal takes them to the overworld near Xisuma and Jevin. - anonymous

- (scattered au) The first set of non hermits to join this corrupt world are two strangers that apparently came from infinity's grasp. The good news they both spawned at spawn, bad news the brought the tnt duper flying machines, good news that everyone was able to calm them both down. Now the fun begins. Tldr Illmango and Methodz finally get out of the infinity portal. - anonymous

- Loving the Scattered AU. Late to the party, but was looking at the wider MC community reaction to the Hermits vanishing. Once it's clear something bad's happened, would the Legacy crew and whoever else (former Evo squad members like Martyn and Jimmy as well, if they notice Grian go dark) take steps to find out what happened? Would they go to the MCC server (it's kind of a nexus between worlds) & get Noxcrew to try "pinging" the HC server? Would X & other admins see it but be unable to respond? - @/wixelt

- I dont know if anyone has mentioned it but uhhhh, guardian xb? he was a guardian hybrid before everyone got scattered like Ren was already a wolf/dog hybrid. iirc xb spawned in a desert which would be a very interesting place for a guardian hybrid to spawn - anonymous

- Etho has been so, so desperate to avoid dying the same way twice, to stay himself. He hasn't drowned that many times, he thinks. Surely, surely he's starved more often? There's a strange feeling of deja vu hanging over him when he respawns in the ocean, though he can never understand why. Each time the squid finds him, he drowns a little slower, and each time, he glows a little stronger.And he just can't understand, almost refuses to, as he treks from biome to biome, where the small green bumps that line his arms and face came from, how his fingertips seem to almost glow when he scoops a handful of water, how long he finds himself simply staring… at the moon, at sea lanterns, at torches, at lights… He would die a different way every time. He had to. He had to stay Etho. He would not become anything else. - Anonymous

- When Mumbo comes riding into camp on Daisy, it’s easy to see Impulse is not happy about the ravager being there. That’s expected, it’s not exactly everyone’s favorite mob to see around a safe haven. But when Mumbo and Impulse make eye contact, the evoker can’t help but make a simple warding gesture his friends at the mansion taught him- it’s a reflex move. Days later, Mumbo still isn’t sure if Impulse flinched because of Daisy’s sudden growl or his ward. - @/fluffy-papaya

- (From the Discord) What happened to the world: For years, seeds and the land they built had been carefully curated by those known as players, in an effort to make it both easier and more interesting for themselves. But the land doesnt want to be controlled. Their glitched, broken world is a result of the world itself rioting against their presence. Coordinates aren't visible with the debug screen, their coms only serve the world, to tell the players what it knows. Compasses spin wildly in the overworld, for there is no "world spawn" (though coordinates are visible with one in hand. Small mercies are still given). The world resists any further changes by the simple fact it refuses to accept what a hermit communicates. Maybe it's fixable, but maybe... maybe it runs deeper than just their world. (The Legates caused a lot of damage with all those withers, after all.) - @/basaltdragon

- While Iskall is in the desert, he ends up dying quite a few times, enough to adapt, he becomes like a stray, so now, if we have skeleton Etho, we have 3 undead hermits - anonymous

- When everyone is finally gathered and they manage to come together to use all their skills, new and old, the hermits use it to flee back to Season 7. They stay there for months, mostly to heal and adjust to what happened to them. (Trauma isn't easy) Those who have friends or family off server get invited to visit, but the hermits don't leave, they nearly lost each other and they aren't willing to risk it again right now. They'll make a new season 8 at some point, the hermits are too (1/3)restless and too ingrained in their ways to completely disregard how they've always done things, but that will come when they feel better, safer, more put together, when they can finally stop sleeping in a big pile becuase they're afraid the others will disappear. They never go back to that old glitched world, the idea makes them sick, and X starts the new practice of sending in the 'Cam' and/or 'alt' accounts in first to check out the world and set up commands and plugins remotely first. (2/3) What happened before will never, ever happen again he swears it. Next time they might not be so lucky after all [if you can call them all being traumatized, many of them dying over and over again, some being permanently altered, and barely escaping lucky] (also feel free to save these asks for near the end of the au!) (3/3) - anonymous (Shade note: I personally like the idea of them fixing and learning to live in the glitched-out world, but this is another alternate ending!)

- (From the Discord) What happened to the world: Alternatively, what happened is exclusive to their world. (I don't have Dramatic Storytelling for this one, sorry) EX has ADHD to the max, and everything he does is a desperate attempt to get Noticed, to get looked up to and listened to. He's known it was "wrong" for a while, hence why he took X's name and added "Evil", but he never seriously wanted them to hurt. Just to listen to him. He'd meant to come in and fix it all and finally be a hero. He didn't realize, either through haste or inexperience, that he too would be at the mercy of what he'd done.Maybe he does, eventually, make it to where the hermits have gathered. But does he really want to admit everything? (RSD had burned him before, and if there ever was something to place the blame on his head...) - @/basaltdragon

- lasting effects of deaths

- a large amount of assorted ideas

- The bell they put on Daisy was originally of the type that are put on cats, but Grian ended up switching it out with a cowbell because he hated the sound - anonymous

- False, Keralis, Cleo, and Stress make it to spawn, bedraggled and exhausted. Out of all the Hermits, they are some of the last to arrive. Along the way, they’ve encountered trials innumerable that have left them beaten and bruised, but after months of travel, they’ve finally made it.Shortly after leaving the Moobloom field, they came upon an abandoned cart in the middle of a desolate village. With some of the redstone they had found and whatever magic they managed to scrape up, they turned it into a sort of vehicle that allowed them to travel much faster. It had a habit of breaking every six seconds or so, but nothing they couldn’t fix. For the most part. A few accidental combustions aside, they crossed the server in record time.Once at spawn, False has to be forcibly restrained from immediately starting guard duty, and several of the Hermits have to physically wrestle her into a bed in order for her to get some rest. Stress starts up a potion factory the next day, and also starts decorating the spawn with the flowers she’s collected during their travels. Keralis helps out wherever he’s needed, but in his downtime, he constructs an elaborate warren of tastefully decorated, industrial tunnels under the spawn, just in case they might help. Cleo mostly just stays in bed, creating elaborate dioramas and mourning the loss of her zombie side. She’ll get better, but it’ll take some time. And that’s ok with the rest of them. - @/topazastral

- When Doc, Grian, and Ren finally make it to 0,0 there is no fanfare, no dramtic entrance, no revulation. They were travling and suddnly, there was a base, a hermitcraft base, and they could see people. Grian clambers to feet shakily from the shed, nearly falling but Doc and Ren catch him and toghther they help him walk foward and call out to their friends. They are safe now, they're here- Is that mumbo on a ravager what the hell? Wait thats Impluse? Seems like Grian wasnt the only one changed. - anonymous

- Jellie reacting to vex!scar headcanons -she recognises him instantly. The moment she and xb arrive at spawn she darts straight towards him. Of course, she cant figure out why he looks different, but regardless, thats her owner and she demands pets!!!-sometimes she will jump up and try to pounce on his vex wings, because shiny moving thing! Scar picked up on this very quickly and will move out of the way before she gets the chance (vex wings are rather delicate and a pain to get fixed)-whe she's bored, she will always go to mumbo and daisy for attention first. This makes scar rather jealous and she knows that damn well-Scar will sometimes pick her up and fly her around not too far from spawn for a few minutes. Nothing she isnt used to, as he flys with the elytra all the time, but something about flying with vex magic just feels... different. And fun! - anonymous

- Contrary to the enderman bdubs, ender dragon bdubs. His eyes aren't the normal brown, and are instead a bright magenta, he also now has ashen gray horns. - Anonymous

- Scattered AU: The intended world "theme" Xisuma had set up for Season 8 was Large Biomes. This was before anyone knew something was going to go wrong, of course, but it's had a horrible lasting effect in the glitched world. Not everywhere has generated as "large", so when Hermits are travelling they'll sometimes find normal sized biomes, and other times they'll find one biomes that stretches an abnormal distance in all directions. Grian and Doc's mountain range is one of these large biomes. - @/wixelt

- For the scattered au, the snow golem follows Grian and Ren (and Doc) to the spawn haven, for a few days the hermits are wondering what's leaving behind snow trails and zombie flesh, so they decide to have a night watch around this area. Ren volunteered and waited, half-asleep he nearly nearly gets hit with a arrow when he hears the sound of a skeleton getting hurt. He sees the snow golem and uses his sword to kill the skeleton. The snow golem tries to flee but Ren realizes and stops it (1/2)He welcomes the snow golem and introduces it to Grian and Doc, (where the snow golem warns him that it is keeping its eyes on him in its own language). Spooked, Grian tells them that he can understand it, and the golem tells him that he's been following them since their time at the mountain. They decide to give it the name Catmint and it helps guard the hermit's base at night (while giving a stern look at Doc every now and then.(2/2) - anonymous

- (Scattered au)Seeing as we now have 3 different variations of Etho, I raise you: all 3 at once. It turns out Etho was not in fact human, instead a shapeshifter who didn't know that he was, the deaths simply sped up the process, whereas before, while he would change slightly, it was never fast enough to be noticeable - Anonymous

- I had this idea some time ago actually but I thought it was silly but now that the au in ending might as well say it. It doesn't make much sense now with all the new development srry. What if one day Mumbo was callibrating his comunication monstrosity, and suddenly his communicator had signal. He called and called but whoever was a the other side didn't pick up, until they did and Mumbo was overjoyed, but the happiness died down when he could only hear chocked sobs and sharp breathing and (1)teeth chattering. Suddenly a voice whispered, little and fragile "h-h-he-lp". Mumbo knew that voice too well. Before he could even open his mouth to let his best friend he was coming for him, he'd be okay, anything, the breathing stopped. The call was still going, but no one was at the other side anymore, Mumbo hung up with tears in his eyes, and he swore he'd find him and he'd help him. (2) - anonymous

- Scattered AU: While there's still time for them: Mumbo was the furthest Hermit out in the Overworld, & didn't set off for over a year, yet wasn't last to 0,0 (with Iskall) by any stretch. More than half the Hermits seemed to arrive after him. This can be partly attributed to Daisy making good time, but it makes you wonder how many trials & tribulations impeded False, Stress, Cleo and Keralis along the way? How much Ren, Doc & Grian were slowed by Grian's condition? What took xB or Biffa so long? - @/wixelt

- Once everyone finds each other, at the world spawn, after the initial shock, and fixing of the world of course, the hermits all decide to settle much closer to each other. They were separated for quite a while, so it makes sense why they'd decide to keep close. Some groups also make shared bases. - anonymous

- I sort of want grian to be a bit more inhuman so how about grian’s skin on his arms, legs and most of his face permanently blackened by the severe frostbite and the rest of his skin has taken on a bluish tinge, his hair is no longer the Gold it was before but almost snow white with a tinge of dark and light blue, his ears and tail are snow white with what appears to be frost and ice growing on them (1/2)(2/2) grian can not cry because the tears will immediately turned to ice, he can’t swim because if his body touches the water the water will freeze over, his skin is cold to the touch and whatever he moves his body it will make a cracking sounds like breaking glass or smashing ice, no matter how warm it is he can always see his breath... i’m trying to think of more but I’m coming up blank so that’s it hope you like it. - anonymous

- bc i cant stand when cleo is unhappy: the moment she and joe reunite, joe realizes how horrible it is for her to have her body messed with against her will. and as an admin, he can modify her code to put her back to how she was in previous seasons (aka not totally rabid but still undead) - anonymous

- Admins log final day: I'm glad we'll all be able to wake up from this nightmare, and we're able to get an exit portal going thanks to Mango and Methodz having a backup of the key to open the infinity portal's power, we should be able to not only go back in time, but destroy this broken timeline. Were all grateful for them, and I did invite them both to help us incace this happens again. This will be the last day in this timeline, if you somehow found this helmet with these logs, thank you. :-) - anonymous

- Grian, Doc, and Ren find it hard to stay away from each other too long, especially Doc and Ren becuase they've been taking care of Grian for such a long time so they find themselves kinda hovering over him and Grian finds himself seeking them out even when he's with other hermits. The other groups, who've been toghther for awhile, do it too probs - anonymous

- Soon as Grian and Mumbo see each other, they launch themselves at the other and hold on for a long, long time. Iskall join in soon as he wanders by and they talk for hours about what happened, looking over Grian's new fox parts and the blue marks on his hands, Mumbo gray stained hands and magic, and just Iskalls overall experience. Also Grian's little fox buddy absolutely loves Daisy and vice versa. Its not uncommon to see the small fox riding on the ravager's back while Daisy scares people. - Anonymous

- I know I'm a bit out of loop w scattered au & is probably getting things wrong but consider this, when Mumbo accidentally summoned Scar, leaving Bdubs alone, Bdubs freaked out. The very person that meant rescue & hope for him back in the end is now gone, he felt like he's back into the void again and he thought Scar abandoned him because he's too weak & is a burden to Scar. (Yes I am currently drowning in Scardubs angst) - @/anthosaidsmth

- The glitches in the world didn't only happen to the Hermits, it happened to all worlds created in 1.17. The cause remains unknown, though it is believed that something or even someone corrupted/changed the code (what/who is up to imagination. In the case of the latter, so is the motive). My idea, we've already confirmed that Watchers are arrogant jerks so perhaps they couldn't stand the fact that players learned to do things against the rules that they put in place, and did this out of spite. - anonymous

- A bit late but I see all the Fox!Grian headcannons so what if Grian spawned in a jungle and slowly became a parrot hybrid instead? How idk, maybe resorting to eating seeds to prevent himself from starvation because there is no animals in this jungle.

- Here's a thought: The Hels!Hermits were also effected by whatever caused the scattering. They may all hate or annoy each other, but not having each other around to pick on isn't very fun (neither are death loops). Perhaps some of them gain humility over this or learn to be at least a bit nicer to each other and their counterparts. (or some of them find sadistic amusement in their counterpart's miseries) - anonymous

- Finally, once everyone has made it safely to spawn and the problems with the world have been resolved, the season begins. Some of the Hermits may have changed (more than just physically) but over time, they adapt and recover. Grian eventually starts yet ANOTHER war, Tango gets to build DO 2.0 (X is terrified at the fact wardens are involved), and Cleo becomes a coach on 'how to be a mob hybrid' (unless all new hybrids get returned to how they were before by admin powers or just being players). - anonymous

- With all the glitches fixed and all the hermits starting to get back to their normal (Well as normal as it can be after all of these), I wonder if Scar is still a vex. All the hermits just adapted to their situations, but Scar is different, he made a deal with the Vex. - @/anthosaidsmth

- It takes all of the hermits that changed a while to get used to the changes, but eventually they do, mostly through help and support from the other hermits - anonymous

- I had a wee idea and it's a little silly but I like hurt/comfort so maybe after all the scattered au events have passed and the hermits are all together living safely, every winter some hermits invite Grian to their bases to take care of him since the snow and the cold are very bad for him. Sometimes he gets fevers but most of the time he just needs a warm blanket and someone to distract him from the snow. This is also making me wonder if Grian could develop chinophobia (fear of the snow). - Anonymous

- conclusion

Art:

- An Evoker Mumbo

- Evoker Mumbo with Daisy

- Evoker Mumbo summoning Scar

- a Guardian Impulse

- assorted doodles here and here

- A two-part Impulse comic

Writing:

- some Etho lore come back to haunt him (pt 1)

- Cleo sharing mob-hybrid tips with Impulse

- Executioner

- Fish out of water

- Homesick

- Thalassophobia

- The General's Wager (pt 2)

- The Undertow

- Saviors

- Bdubs falling

- For lack of blue shiny rocks (pt 3)

- conclusion (pt 4)

- EX in the Deep Dark

- this road I'm on's gonna turn to sand

- Snapshots

- a multi-chapter Scattered interpretation written just before the real season 8, complete with some outside lore and crossover

- Scattered Across The Map (series of parallel multi-chapter fics)

- One Hundred Thousand Worlds Away

#hcraft #hermitcraftheadcanons #hermitcraft #hermitblr #scattered au #mod shade #Masterpost

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Title: Continuously, Without Interruption Rating: 🍋 Pairing: Takemura x female!V Summary: AU pwp fic where Takemura and V stick together after the events of the main story mission “Search and Destroy”.

The motel was barely more than four walls and a dirty mattress, paint peeling off in stained chips and carpet reeking of cigarettes and booze and the faintest hint of mildew. It wasn’t preem, but when had anything in her life been?

Luxury it was not, but safe? She would take safe, especially with her arms half full with a teetering, bleeding former Arasaka bodyguard. She went for the light switch, forgetting herself, but his hand caught hers and through labored breaths he said, “No lights.”

Takemura’s voice was always low, a rumble of thunder… but in pain, it was harsher, like gravel and sandpaper. V nodded in the dim light and helped him to lean against a far wall as she fumbled around in the darkroom. She found three half melted candles and a nearly empty lighter, but it would serve well enough to give them some kind of light in the motel bathroom. What first aid supplies she’d managed to scrounge from the hotel staff were in a box that looked older than her, but last she knew, bandages didn’t expire, and even if they did, they needed them. And most importantly, V had bought a half empty bottle of vodka from a drifter hanging outside room 102.. A true medical necessity.

Takemura had been grazed by at least a bullet, that much V was certain. The older man tilted his head back against the wall he leaned against while V hurried throughout the room, bracing himself as he took in shallow, but even breaths.

“C’mon, gotta see what we’re dealing with…”

“You ripperdoc now?” Takemura asked, repressing a dry chuckle that surely caused him pain by the way his shoulders flinched.

“Yep, step right into my office.” V said, letting him lean on her as they stumbled into the small bathroom. She shut the door, running a finger along the seam to make sure it would stay light tight. V picked up one candle and after a few flicks, managed to get a light from the lighter. The room was soon lit in a soft glow, completely unfitting for the task at hand.

Takemura’s eyes moved around the room as he sat on the edge of the tub.

“Your medical facilities are not to code.”

It was a joke, but he said it with such damn seriousness that V felt the laugh punch out of her, sharp and breathy.

“Well, ya know how it is. Cut backs.”

“Ah, I see.”

Carefully, Takemura unfurled his arm from where he clutched at his side. The bleeding had slowed, oozing sluggishly now only when he moved too much. Takemura’s fingers curled around the bottom of his shirt, tugging it free from where it tucked into his trousers. The white material was stained with dark spots, nearly black in the candlelight.

“Let me help.” V said, automatic, thoughtless. She came to stand between his knees, fingers undoing the buttons of his shirt. Her hands still trembled slightly, the rush from the firefight and the pain of a couple dozen bruises doing their work. She had seen the chrome work at his throat and was unsurprised to see it continue on, flaring out over his shoulders like veins. The rest of him though was ganic, smooth skin over hard, toned muscle.

Takemura only winced once when she peeled the fabric, tacky with blood, away from where it stuck to his left side. She knelt down, noting the blood had seeped out from the back of his shirt too.

“Fuck.”

“Indeed.”

“Well… you are gonna have one hell of a scar. How the hell were you even walkin’?”

“Had one injector. Used it after that shot.”

“Good thinkin’.”

V set the kit on Takemura’s thigh, using him as a makeshift table as she picked through the contents. There was no MaxDoc or Bounce Back, but it helped Takemura already had one dose. It would boost his own body's healing process for a good enough while… the graze looked nasty, but the bleeding had stopped. The only thing threatening to kill the old koger now was a staph infection— and given their surroundings, it was probably best to wrap him up.

With a gruff sound, he tugged his shoulder free of his sleeve, removing the soot and blood streaked shirt and discarding it on the floor. No doubt this room had seen worse.

V unscrewed the top of the vodka bottle off with one finger and then casually flicked it off, the metal clanging across the tile. She offered it to Takemura, “Anesthetic?”

He wrinkled his nose. V shrugged, took a drink herself and then, without warning, spilled a generous amount over his wound.

Takemura swore, loudly.

“Shoulda taken the anesthesia.”

“...わる��キ.”

V’s cyberware helpfully provided a translation: Brat.

There was almost a hint of fondness in the word even, V thought for a moment. Just a little. And judging by the way he hid a smirk that was threatening to overcome the tightness of his expression, maybe she was right.

Maybe it was the blood loss, or the near death experience, or failing to convince his last chance at finding revenge for his employer— but Takemura took the bottle from her then and drank deeply.

“Wow. Didn’t know you had it in you.”

“You going to be doctor or comedian?” he said, taking another shorter drink as V fished through the first aid kit and pulled out a few large gauze pads. She tore the wrappers free, packing two against the wound just in case.

“Hold please, nurse.”

Takemura growled, but did as directed, setting down the bottle to help hold the bandage in place as V used the gauze roll to wrap it tightly against him. Half way done, V realized… she had never been this close to Takemura before. His body was like a furnace, overstimulated and heightened from pain and the lingering effects of adrenaline. Beneath the smell of smoke and copper V almost thought she caught the scent of cedar… of faint pepper and incense.

V finished tacking the wrappings on, using her palm to smooth over the gauze to make sure it wouldn’t come off easy. Her fingertips ghosted against his skin and she felt the muscles of his abdomen clench, a tiny, nearly undetectable shudder going out across his skin.

Her eyes lifted to his, a smirk already spreading across her lips. Takemura was doing his best not to notice, picking up the vodka bottle and swishing the contents around.

“Takemura Goro. Elite Arasaka soldier, top of the class… and ticklish.”

“Should have separated. It is not safe for us to be together.” Takemura grumbled, pointedly ignoring the statement.

“Didn’t leave you then, not gonna start now.” V said, voice a murmur as she moved to flip the first aid kit closed, sliding back away from his space. A firm hand stopped her.

“You are bleeding.”

V looked up as Takemura let go, gesturing to his own temple. V touched the same spot on her forehead and pulled her hand back to see the smudge of sticky thickened blood. The swipe of her touch had been enough to break the clot back open, a droplet of fresh warm blood pooling up and dropping down her face.

“Didn’t even notice…” V said with a hiss, the sharp pain now registering. Takemura nodded and offered her the bottle.

“Anesthesia.”

V huffed a laugh, taking him up on the offer as she knew well enough what Takemura was going to do next. She took one quick shot and held the burning liquid in her mouth, swallowing the moment Takemura splashed the alcohol unto her temple.

“Hold please, nurse.” he said, handing her the bottle and trying to ignore the positively shit eating grin of approval she wore at her own barb returned. V handed off a large adhesive bandage to him, the kind a kid might put on a scraped knee. She was surprised how gentle his hands were, brushing aside her hair as he meticulously checked where to best place the bandage before he ripped off the thin paper on the back and settled it in place.

V’s fingers twitched, itching to hold a smoke between them. The impulse born, like most weird shit in her life recently, from Johnny. She settled on rubbing her thumb across the inside of her forefinger and middle finger, staring at nothing as silence settled over the pair of them.

It wasn’t a tense silence. It wasn’t even grave, though given their current situation such a silence would be warranted. It was… comfortable. Or just plain tired.

When he was finished, Takemura rested his right arm on his thigh, taking care not to bend too far on his injured side. He let his head bow forward, his shoulders going lax.

“... I had thought tonight... I was to face my death.” his words were slow, cautious— no. Careful.

“You had no reason to come back for me.”

“Bullshit.” V said, the word falling like an exhale.

He tilted his head up, eyes half lidded as he met hers, looking up at him now from where she knelt. Something in V’s chest ached. A pang, sharp and sweet and good. It arched it’s way from her heart to her stomach just from the way he looked at her.

She sat up a little taller, movements going still again when his hand came up to rest against the side of her neck, holding her steady. His thumb traced a circle against the space behind her ear and V felt as if the very blood in her body had paused, her breath shorting out on an inhale. The smell of him, the heat of him… it all came crashing back into V’s perception until she all but heard Johnny groaning with exasperation in her head.

Takemura didn’t do anything, didn’t say anything and that silence gave V the boldness she needed to close the hairbreadth of distance between them and touch her lips to his. It was soft, chaste in it’s hesitance and briefness. Takemura did not kiss her back.

V pulled back, eyes fixed over his shoulder on the far wall, anything not to see his face right then. The silence stretched on until V felt she would be crushed beneath it, words forming in the back of her throat, but dying before they could reach the tip of her tongue.

Then Takemura’s other hand came up and he held her face in both his hands, firmly directing her to face him. She looked at his lips, at his jaw, anything but his eyes.

“Look at me.��

His words translated in her mind from Japanese, the change in language startling her enough into obeying him. V didn’t have to look long, because within a moment his mouth was on hers, urgent and demanding. It took a moment for V to take control of the spinning in her head, but when she did she carefully settled her hands on top of his thighs, fingers curling slightly as she slid her palms up over the fabric of his trousers until she could wrap her arms high around his middle, above the bandages. She was content to let him cradle her jaw in his hands, holding her fast as if he feared she would spring away, vanishing into smoke.

V made a small sound, soft and needy, her mouth opening at the same time as Takemura. A shudder coursed its way up and down her arms when he made a sound, rumbled and deep in his throat and then caught her bottom lip, letting his teeth press against it.

She let her nails run a slow path across his shoulder blades, tension dropping from her arms as she sunk against him. They were both ravenous for touch unmarred by violence. By pain. When was the last time she had embraced someone other than to silently subdue them? When had he? In the grand scheme of things, Takemura had been starving for longer.

Her legs were unsteady, even with him helping to set her up on her feet. They stood together, breaking their contact only when absolutely required. If his mouth was not on hers, it was on her throat, her shoulder— bared now as he pulled and tugged her shirt collar aside, desperate to feel the soft warmth of her against his skin.

V shucked off her jacket, walking backwards as Takemura pressed forward, stalking her as surely as he did his prey with eyes darkened with artificial pupils blown wide. It was his hands that pulled off her tank top, throwing it away carelessly. V gave a nervous chuckle when those same hands gripped against her lower back and forced her up hard against his chest.

The soft swell of her breast pressed firmly against his skin, the shared heat positively searing as they stumbled out of the bathroom and unto the creaking worn motel mattress.

This was stupid. Irrational. Dangerous. They needed to be on guard, to be vigilant. Arasaka was still hunting them and yet V was certain Yorniubu himself could bust through that door and Takemura would not untangle himself to kill him until he had had his fill of her.

V fumbled with his belt, Takemura’s hand coming between them to catch her wrist, stopping the movement.

“You are sure?” he managed, his voice breathless and ragged. Falling into his mother tongue was something he did when he was overwhelmed, it would seem.

V’s answer was to settle her weight back onto her shoulders and press her hips up against him in a slow, enticing roll.

“はい.”

Takemura needed no further convincing.

He kissed her again, thoroughly and practiced, taking her other wrist in his hand and holding them down above her head. V’s last coherent thought was to wonder where he had found time to learn, but those thoughts scattered apart like a bullet through glass when he drew his mouth down her jaw and she felt the rough scrape of his beard between her breasts.

He pace was so slow. So agonizingly slow. Placing open mouth kisses against her breastbone as if he were a man with all the time in the world.

“Oh— so suddenly that graze doesn’t bother you? Made me drag you halfway—“

V’s voice broke off with a surprised yelp as Takemura bit her nipple, a gruff sound of disapproval in his throat at her monologuing. The slight painful tug was all but forgotten when he rolled the same tightened peak with his tongue.

V was quiet then, except for a soft panting as he went back to his own easy pace.

“Goro…” his name came out unbidden when he switched to her other breast, a soft laugh sending hot breath over her skin.

“Better.”

Smug bastard. V wiggled beneath him, one hand coming free of Takemura’s grip because he let her. That fact only made her tangle her fingers even more roughly at the nape of his neck, drawing strands loose as she tugged him demanding upwards.

She could feel the smirk against his lips when she kissed him, fiercely and sharply as she bit him back.

“Why hurry?” Takemura said, in English this time, his voice a low murmur.

“Cause when Arasaka busts that door in, I’d rather die having been well fucked.”

“You will.”

God, if a voice alone could make her cum those two words would have done it. That sharp pang hit right to her core again, making her want to press her thighs together and spread them open at the same time.

“‘Fast is slow, but continuously, without interruption.’”

For once his quoting made some goddamn sense to her. It also helped he was using his now unoccupied hand to unfasten her jeans, sitting up to pull them off her legs.

He seemed to consider for a moment, the pause making V groan in impatience and then protest when Takemura pulled back and slipped off the foot of the bed. He took off his belt and the rest of his clothes before he kneeled onto the floor.

V was rising up on her forearms to get a better look at just what the hell he was doing— that was, until his hands slipped beneath her calves and pulled her to the edge of the mattress. He guided her legs over his shoulders and without warning, licked that same trail he had over her breast up the length of her slit.

V’s hips bucked, but Takemura was ready for that too, folding his arms across her middle and keeping her held in place as he bowed his head between her thighs and utterly devoured her.

There was a joke to be made here, V was certain, given Takemura’s picky “tastes'”— but every time his tongue traced a new pattern over her labia the joke short circuited.

Even Johnny, tucked away inside her head, was silent now.

Takemura alternated at a whim, but his pace stayed slow… deliberate. Savoring. His beard tickled against the inside of V’s thighs. She fisted the motel sheets so tightly in her hand the damn thing pulled off the corners.

He only stopped once, forgetting himself and trying to force her thigh up higher and wider and managing to pull at his wound as he raised his arm. V reached down to touch him, to brush her hand through his hair and draw her thumb over his cheek.

“You okay?”

Takemura sat up, the dazed look that had settled in his eyes since they began clearing. He pressed a kiss against her knee as he let her legs slide off his shoulders, climbing back into the bed and moved to hover over her.

“Goro? Are you okay?” She asked again, worriedly touching the gauze tape and making sure he wasn’t bleeding through.

“... I am fine.” he said at last, the words soft and almost.. awed? As if he had never said them before. V searched his expression, holding his face between her hands and feeling something in her heart strain when he shut his eyes and leaned into the touch.

“Come here.” He said, though it was him who snaked his arms beneath her lower back and brought her core up flushing against his hips.

She could feel him. Feel the length of him rested against her mound, feel the slight movement of his hips as he rubbed faintly against her.

She laid back, her hips elevated and secure in his arms. Takemura was back in his head again, eyes heavy and meditative for a lingering moment before he shifted his hips back enough to slip his head up against her and then slowly began to press into the silky wetness between her legs.

A deep deliberate breath exhaled from his lungs as V barely managed to keep herself from rolling and bucking beneath him.

No matter how many times she did it, that initial slow stretch brought with it the most intense feelings of fullness. Takemura was so poised, so controlled… V envied him in that moment and hated him for it in the best possible way. She wanted it fast and rough— pleasure easy and quick. Takemura though, clearly was more inclined to relish each and every motion.

The act felt… intimate. Too intimate. Takemura’s focus was pinpointed, every touch, every dragged out pull of his shaft inside her and then the gentle push back within her heat was done with such steady intent.

V felt almost god damn shy. The attention. The intensity. It was good, it was amazing, but at the same time some part of her felt like it was on the verge of shattering… and the last thing she was going to fuckin’ do was cry during sex.

But fuck— when was the last time she felt safe? When was the last time she felt held? Takemura gently stroked his hand up across her stomach, over the valley of her breasts and back again, his eyes fixed on not just her but himself touching her.

V made sure not to wrap her leg around his injured waist, but squeezed at him hard with her other, trying to pull him in. To edge him on.

“Faster…?” She breathed, adding a raised lift at the end of her words. Questioning. Asking.

Takemura only nodded, returning his grip around her lower back. The position made it nearly impossible to give anything but deep, shallow thrusts, but V was not complaining. The quickened pace was giving her the friction she needed, the press of his pelvis against her clit, the edge of his head sometimes finding that spot deeper in that sent sparks through her body.

It gave her more than her own pleasure too. It was giving her his. He had been so quiet, purposeful and diligent.. and now his brow furrowed and his breath came sharper. His skin flushed hot and red where he was organic and untouched by chrome or cyberware. V bore down around him, clutching at his shaft when he pulled back and grinned when his hips suddenly snapped back forward. A rough groan slipped from his lips, a curse following when she rolled her hips forward and began to rather enthusiastically fuck him back.

He wasn’t shocked, but pleasantly surprised would have been an accurate term. As a man who lived to serve, it only made sense he wouldn't expect to receive.

“Pull me up.”

V demanded, rising up on her forearms and then her hands until Takemura had no choice but to slip his hold up higher along her back and pull her up, sitting into his lap.

V grinned wickedly and saw the exact moment Takemura realized his mistake.

She rose her hips and thrust down, hands running from his chest up his neck and then back down to grip hard to his shoulders as she rode him.

“Oh... fuck—“

And that was the only word V managed to make sense of before Takemura slurred into half incomprehensible Japanese. She didn’t need her cyberware to translate that.

One solid push was all it took to have him flat on his back, her hands running up and down his chest as she took control.

He hissed once, grabbing hard at her thigh to move it away from his wound, but after that? The only word she understood from him beneath the rest was yes.

When she came, it tightened in her core, holding steady and constant and lingering right at the edge for long enough that when her body finally burst into spasms, she cried out half in shock of it.

The sound keened to a low whine as V rode out the waves, rocking her hips gently as the initial exhilaration faded to pleasant fading throbs. Takemura’s hands had slid down to her hips, squeezing and rubbing for the sheer pleasure of touching. He was far away again, but somehow, V knew that it was less to do with her and more to do with the fact he remained hard inside her.

“... you didn’t—?” V started to say, hips slowing, but Takemura’s grip tightened and he urged her on.

“Keep doing that.”

So she did. Slowly moving and becoming intensely aware of how he felt wrapped up and pressing inside her walls. His eyes shut, his lips parting and V couldn’t resist the urge to lean down and kiss him, the movement as languid and lazy as her hips.

Takemura did not tense like she did, but instead every muscle went soft and lax beneath her. A quiet moan, half gasped out was her only warning before she carefully slipped off of him and he came, slow spurts spilling across his skin.

It was less like he had lost control rather than he’d allowed it to slip, but V had dismissed the thoughts, trying not to overthink it. Right now, she was busy making work of cleaning him up, licking a trail along his pelvis and enjoying the way the muscles played beneath her touch.

Ticklish, her thoughts reminded. Takemura rubbed a hand over his eyes, as if waking, alertness coming back into his expression, but… something still softened its edges. Made him more of himself but also less— or maybe it was just the side of him V had not yet seen.

She stretched, rolling off to lay alongside him like a cat, one leg still thrown over his as she propped up her chin on the heel of her hand.

“So… I don’t know if maybe there was some kinda life debt you mighta been thinkin’ bout giving me for saving your ass but uh— consider it paid.”

Takemura, to his credit, laughed.

“You realize, that is like saying my life is worth—“

“Oh, I know what I’m saying.”

“I do not know whether to be insulted or flattered.”

“Just be both and cover all the bases.” V said, leaning down to press several kisses along his jaw, indulgent and very appreciative.

She expected him to disparage the attention now that their purpose was completed, but while he did turn and shy away from the kisses, he also drew his arm up to wrap around her and hold her in a loose grip.

“Someone needs to keep watch.” Takemura said, his voice begrudging the very words.

“I’ll do it. Arasaka didn’t fuck me up near as bad as ya.”

He scoffed.

“You fell three floors, V.”

“First of all, it was two.”

“And second?”

She kissed him, thoroughly obliterating any desire he might have had to protest as he turned to bare her down into the mattress.

“Very persuasive.” He said against her lips, sounding thoroughly unconvinced. Despite that he let her go, grimacing when he noticed they would need to redo his bandages after the mess he made.

V got up from bed, finding her discarded jeans and tank top and tugging them on, delighting in the way her body ached just slightly still.

Spontaneous we-might-not-live-through-the-night sex clearly was the pick-me up she needed. Takemura was the opposite though, seeming sluggish and sated, laying still upon his back, his chest rising and falling with lingering speed.

Something like concern warmed through her and V returned to sit on the edge of the bed, carefully stroking the back of her knuckles over his cheek and feeling the scrape of his beard against her skin. He silently looked up at her.

“You really doin’ okay?”

“Three times in one day…” Takemura said with a short mirthless laugh.

“Three?”

“You’ve asked me three times if I am okay. I ...can not recall the last time anyone has asked me such a thing.”

Takemura gingerly rose only to pull his trousers back on, getting back into bed without bothering with the fastens or his belt.

V didn’t even know what to say to that revelation, feeling her heart clench as she sat, waiting as Takemura settled back against a stack of pillows and closed his eyes.

“If someone arrives to kill us, wake me.”

“You got it, Goro.” V said, forcing humor into her voice as she stood only to retrieve her shotgun and then sat again at the edge of bed, muzzle poised towards the door.

Yeah she’d wake him alright, by killing whatever fucker dared come through the door for him.

Christ, V.

Johnny. His voice tinged with disapproval in her mind, the emotion almost acidic on her tongue.

Worry about us first. Though if you do manage to somehow live through this night, that’s gonna be a conversation I’d rather you take a blocker and sign me the fuck out for.

V responded with confusion, a mental indication of Whaddya mean?

The shit that Corpo just laid on you? That wasn’t just some casual fuck. As the minstrels say, he was makin’ love to you.

V audibly choked.

“V?” Takemura asked, a unspoken question lingering over her name. She shook her head without turning around.

“S’fine. Cough.”

And you were to him. Hormones all over the fuckin’ place. Nauseating.

I was not.

Don’t bullshit me, V. I can feel your emotions get all mushy every time you look at him. Now it’s just gonna get worse.

V tried to ignore him, making a pointed effort of blocking out his words with a stream of thoughts. Song lyrics, scenes from an old Bushido flick, the way Takemura looked at her with such open desire and sheer wanting when he had settled inside of her, warped up in the heat of her and her in him—

Fuck.

Yep. Told ya.

Headlights cut through the dark, shining between the blinds of the motel room as a car slowly edged across the parking lot. V’s grip tightened on her weapon.

There were more pressing dangers to worry about now, but somehow they felt smaller… when her thoughts would scatter into panic, rapid and heated, inevitably every single one landed back on the one thing that gave her comfort— Takemura was here with her. He was alive and here with her.

But that was some shit to sort out another day.

#goro takemura x v #takemura x v #cp2077 v #cp2077 takemura #cp2077 fanfic #cp2077 #cyberpunk 2077 #cyberpunk 2077 fanfic #🍋#i cant not believe i am reduced to using a fucking lemon emoji as a tag in 2020 #anyway #this took forever and i hope it doesnt suck #head empty sept for on dilf

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dev-nxbody-h3re · 2 years

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Deep Dive #1: Michael Afton

(Note: this about how Michael came to be as a character in my AU, not about Canon Michael)

My Michael first started off as the insane stereotypical Michael we all know and hate. I'm talking Mennard, I'm talking seeing Glitchtrap, insane asylum, first dead, all that junk.

I made quite a few AUs with that Michael. I made a DID AU (which helped me flesh out more of his character), I made a Phineas and Ferb AU (Michael was the stand-in for both Candace and Agent P), but most notably I made my Percy Jackson AU.

My Percy Jackson AU created the groundwork for the Michael you all know and love. I never got past chapter 7 and the writing of it was quite frankly atrocious, but it helped me find Michael's voice as a character. He was a witty, sarcastic, impulsive character with a few too many secrets and an inherit love for found family. Michael had that same fierce loyalty to his friends, saying to Henry:

This is probably the best written line in the entire thing, btw. Except for the classic:

Fuck bitches get nomney. Moving on, PJ Mike still followed the classics: he was friends with Ennard, was abused, was kind of a psychopath in all honesty (he killed family pets of the foster homes he stayed in (but he was literally the son of the king of monsters so idk give him a break lmao)).

He did steal a car and it was badass, and he was gay and in love with James.

Later, after watching more videos about the Aftons, I decided to scrap the stereotypes and make my own AU. We'll call this one the "Old AU" since it came right before my current AU.

I came up with the design for my P!Mike after making an AU where the 4 Tormentors were lab experiments. He looked a little something like:

Ouch. It looked better in gacha, I swear. I still got things from the stereotype au; he was experimented on as a kid by William, and was NM Foxy, for example. He did have black hair, but dyed it brown to differentiate himself from William. I did lean away from the stereotype that Mike could control his rotting and got rid of Ennard as a character, instead bringing in Molty, who's stayed the same since they were created, down to looks.

Old!Michael looked like this:

As you can see, Michael kept his jacket and glasses while crossing AUs. This Michael was kind and fatherly while still having a chaotic streak. I vividly remember writing a scene where he dislocates his spine and Jeremy had to crack it back in place. Michael made a joke about throwing up blood and then threw up blood. (Funny enough, after writing that scene I decided to scrap the AU).

If PJ Mike laid the groundwork for Michael today, Old Mike laid the support down. Michael was in a polyamorous relationship with Jeremy Fitzgerald and Fritz Smith, who no longers exists in my current AU, as Michael is Fritz Smith.

Michael still loved his father in this AU, and was searching for him to set him free so they could all move on together. Obviously Willy boy came back as Glitchtrap, and they were all stuck on Earth.

Since Michael was NM Foxy, obviously the other tormentors were the other Nightmares, with Kasey from Fazbear Frights as NM Fredbear. Kasey was the one who forced all the Tormentors to bully Evan. Man, I really did not like making Michael responsible for any of his mistakes lmao-

Despite these differences, Michael was fundamentally the same character as he is today. His motivation lay in reuniting with his family and friends, he was still the goofy guy he is today. The only exception was that I was too cowardly to really whack him with the trauma hammer so he was wholly neurotypical and his dad apologized to him and he got to be with his mom.

In between creating the Old AU and creating my current AU, I made a small AU that I called the Figment AU. It was paired with a couple other AUs, namely the Crazy AU, Old AU, and the God AU. The Figment AU, to put it short, was based off Bendy the Bunny's first edit of Michael, in which there's text that reads "I'm not real".

I went "oh what if that was literal and Michael didn't exist lol" and then made it an AU. Yay. In it, he was the embodiment of "The Monkey's Paw" in which he granted wishes but twisted it. He met a boy named Terrence (wow) and kinda raised him until he died in WWI! His last wish was for Michael to be free or something, but Michael had to twist it so he was freed but at the expense of not being his own person anymore. He was forced to do WHATEVER anyone expected him to do, even if he didn't like it. So when people started expecting him to cause trouble and bully his brother.. yeah. The only person who didn't expect anything of him was James and he was able to communicate with him.

Figment looked like this:

It was a cool AU, and it really hammered home to me the fact that Michael would be a GREAT father, and established his relationship with James.

But Dev, you're saying, PJ Mike and James were together!! I know, but that didn't count because Michael was so different.

Jumping ahead a few months irl time, I decide that I don't fuck with the Old AU anymore and I decide to revamp it. A few of the concepts stay the same, like Molty, Helpy, and Jeremy. But most of it is improved on.

Past Michael changes from a weak-willed sadboy to the egotistical, god-complex, asshole dickstain he is today. He doesn't dye his hair anymore, and looks like this:

That image is where I finally learned how to draw the Foxy mask correctly woo!! (Call-out post to my old art seen above).

I would also like to mention that all of these pieces were done on this phone with my left index finger. Just something to brag about ig 💅

Michael gained neurodivercency with his schizophrenia, I whacked him a couple times with the good ol' trauma hammer, made him accountable for his goddamn mistakes, and gave him a couple kids.

Michael started hating William just as I do! However he was not experimented on by him at all. He is no longer Nightmare Foxy, but the Nightmares are his. They're just literal Nightmares turned hallucinations.

And wow, what is this? Michael actually had growth during the SAME AU!! In my current AU, he was angry all the time and beat people up for fun, shown here:

Hmm. Maybe I should quit art lmao. Look at the neck on that lad. What was this shading? Look at Michaels BOOT.

And look! He kept his jacket!! I couldn't let myself get rid of it.

Anyway, this phase of Michael didn't last long. Good riddance.

Michael became the corpse we all know and love, in a relationship with Jeremy Fitzgerald and James Watson, with 3 kids, 2 siblings, and a complete family and character arc.

I think it was needless to say that Ace!Michael remained through his entire journey (except for the setero AU because idk apparently rape used to be funny?? I hate it I hate it anyone who makes rape a comic haha funny joke can choke on my massive cock dick balls and asshole). As someone who is ace, I literally couldn't see him as anything else! So he's ace.

I'm sure Michael will do some more developing as my channel goes forward. He's already changed a lot during the course of my channel!

Thank you for reading, and stay tuned for the second part of this series: Evan Afton!

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sweetheart-sunghoon · 4 years

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BEOMGYU IMAGINE ࿐ ࿔:･ﾟ*

contains: fluff, angst, happy ending, fem!reader

word count: 3.7k

summary: you’re forced into a marriage with beomgyu, the son of hades

this wasn’t what he wanted. this wasn’t how he wanted it to happen. when beomgyu had told his father he liked you a lot and wish he could date you, this isn’t what he meant. but really, what else would you expect from a man who got his wife in the exact same ways. damn hades and his impulsive and irrational ways.

beomgyu paces around persephone’s garden, walking up and down the dark stone paths past pomegranate trees with orange blossoms, deep green bushes, poisonous shrubs and glowing mushrooms. like the cloudy mahogany sky above him, there is a gloom over his mind. groaning and tugging at his hair, beomgyu tries to figure out what to say to you.

“y/n, i’m so sorry. i swear i didn’t ask hades to do this. my dad… he’s… he’s a bit… he’s a bit…” beomgyu groans and flops onto the wide edge of a fountain that spews a blood-like liquid rather than water. “this is hopeless. y/n, i’m so so so so sorry.”

“it’s okay.”

beomgyu jumps at your sombre voice. his heart flutters. there you are, looking solemn yet as beautiful as ever. you’re dressed in your usual bright colours and there’s a flower behind your ear, but you don’t look like you usually do. you look dreary and tired and… honestly? half dead. and beomgyu would know. not only does he live in the underworld, where you currently are, for a quarter of the year, his demigod powers include sensing the life auras of other’s. yours is surrounded by a layer of death.

usually, you look like a beautiful spring flower in full bloom, but right now beomgyu thinks you look like a wilted flower, dying a slow death. your cheeks are hollow, your skin is losing its glow and colour, dark lines circle your eyes.

“y/n,” beomgyu says. he’s surprised to see you here. ever since his father dragged you down here you’d been locked in your room, avoiding everyone. “y/n, i’m so sorry.”

you shrug weakly. “i know this wasn’t your intention.”

“i’ve tried to persuade my dad to let you go but… he doesn’t like being told what to do. his temper is… extreme. but i’ll keep trying. i’m so sorry.”

shrugging again, you sit on a nearby marble bench, your shoulders hunching forward like your spine is struggling to hold you up.

beomgyu feels his heart break at how little energy you have. that’s the effect the underworld has on outsiders. it reacts much like an immune system when a foreign bacteria or disease enters the body. because the underworld is a place for the dead, it sucks the energy out of the living which it does not know, those not from it or tied to those from it.

beomgyu sinks back to his seat on the fountain. “have you eaten?”

“no.”

it might sound weird to others, but beomgyu’s glad you haven’t. eating from the underworld means you cannot leave.

“i doubt you’ve been sleeping well,” beomgyu then says.

as if having your literal life force drained from you and not being to eat wasn’t enough, the constant tortured screams echoing out from tartarus can be hard to block out at night.

you shake your head.

beomgyu watches as the flower behind your ear dislodges and floats to the ground, shrivelling to dust when it touches the ashy ground.

you see it too, an ironic smile forming. “this really is the land of the dead, isn’t it?” one strained laugh leaves your lips. “you know, the longer i’m here, the more i feel like i’m becoming like everyone else hear. dead.”

beomgyu’s breath hitches. he can’t stand this.

❀⊱┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄

the next night, beomgyu knocks on your bedroom door and calls your name, praying you’ll let him in. he had persuaded a hermes child he knows to deliver some ambrosia to the gates of hell. beomgyu hoped the food of the gods, known to heal and recover, would help you regain your energy.

beomgyu is surprised when you open the door, even if it’s only a crack.

“yes,” comes your tired voice through the small gap you’d opened.

“i have some ambrosia for you,” beomgyu says. “i doubt it’ll do much but hopefully you’ll feel a little better.”

you open the door fully for beomgyu and walk back to your bed. you hold in the sigh of relief when you sit down. you’re so drained and lacking in energy that just walking making you feel nauseous.

you observe beomgyu as he steps in and shuts the door behind him. even now, late in the evening, he wears a sleek black suit jacket and dress pants. he doesn’t wear a tie. his fingers are adorned with silver rings matching the silver chain you see peeking behind the colour of his button-down shirt. maybe if you weren’t so miserable you’d find him attractive. you always did at camp, particularly after he’d spar with his friends and push his jet black hair off his forehead.

“can i sit?” beomgyu asks, gesturing to the spot beside you.

you nod.

beomgyu perches on the edge of the bed next to you, leaving some space because as much as he likes you, he doubts you like him right now.

“there’s not a lot but…” beomgyu hands you the small paper box. there are nine cubes of golden ambrosia inside.

“thank you,” you say. your voice is weak and it hurts beomgyu to hear it.

“i’m sorry,” he says again.

“it’s okay,” you reply, popping a cube of ambrosia into your mouth. “there’s nothing we can do about it now.”

for what feels like the hundredth time, beomgyu’s heart breaks and he whispers, “i’m sorry.”

and for the first time since you arrived here four days ago, you look beomgyu in the eyes. you see for the first time that he’s hurting too. there’s a sadness in his eyes you’ve rarely seen before. the sadness one feels when someone they care for is hurt.

slowly, you lean your head against his shoulder. beomgyu flinches from shock but stays still. the two of you stay like this for a while until beomgyu helps you under the covers and you fall asleep, your last thought being that while you’d rather be a million other places than this, there are worse people to be forced to marry.

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the next day, beomgyu finds you in the garden. you look a little better. you’re admiring some black lily flowers and beomgyu is suddenly reminded of your parentage.

“i’m sure your mother is absolutely furious with my father right now,” beomgyu says, startling you a little. “he’s stolen two of her children now.”

“bold of you to assume she wasn’t already,” you say, eyes still on the lilies.

“right, yes.”

“demeter is a very bitter woman, you know,” you continue. you turn and slowly make your way to a nearby tree with low hanging branches. it’s a pomegranate tree.

beomgyu watches you silently. he’s happy you’ve recovered a little, though you aren’t nearly as joyful as you are above ground.

“do you see her often?” you ask suddenly, running a hand down the trunk of the tree. “persephone?”

“no,” beomgyu answers, making his way towards you and the tree. he walks with his hands behind his back. “we have… conflicting schedules, you could say. i leave for camp during the summer. when i return she is here but not for long as she leaves just before spring and is gone all season so that the harvests will be successful.”

you nod in understanding.

beomgyu stands just beyond the reach of the tree branches. “have you met her?”

“no. we are only half-sisters. plus she’s here mostly.”

“that is true.”

“is she nice?” you ask, a question that you have considered a number of times.

beomgyu kicks at the ground absentmindedly. “yes. she’s kind to me. though, i think my father’s temper has rubbed off on her after all this time. she can be surprisingly fierce.”

nodding to show you’re listening, you put both of your hands against the tree and focus your power into it.

“she treats me well. like a son, i suppose. she asks me about camp and my friends, she jokes that she only leaves during spring to make sure i get fed.” beomgyu smiles. “she’s really kind and polite and gentle and loving.“

beomgyu looks at you. your eyebrows are pulled together in concentration. he’s seen you use your powers like this at camp before. you can heal plants and prompt them to produce flowers or fruit. a fond smile tugs at his lips. "like you.”

your eyes open, landing immediately on beomgyu. his widen, shocked, realising his words. he turns away from you to hide his blush and clears his throat loudly. he wasn’t intending to make any a move of any sort of you, thinking it wrong to flirt with you when your marriage is forced.

but you find it amusing that the compliment just slipped out. and you appreciate it. you can see the tips of his ears burning red.

deciding to return to your room, you reach up to the pomegranate you had used your powers to produce and tug it from its branch of the tree. stepping up to beomgyu and tapping his shoulder, you place the red fruit in his hand and walk away.

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yours and beomgyu’s wedding is not for another week. in the days leading up, you spend a lot of time together, the ambrosia he brought slowly healing you more and more. you find yourself able to laugh again. perhaps you even find yourself growing to like beomgyu.

you knew him well enough at camp half blood but mainly through mutual friends. after a week of getting to know him more, you wonder why you weren’t closer before. though, the screams from tartarus at night remind you that the whole son of hades thing likely formed a negative bias against him in your mind.

but that bias dissipates over time. you see that he’s just a boy trying to enjoy life. he didn’t ask to be a demigod, and he certainly didn’t ask for his godly parent to be the king of the underworld. this detail almost completely slips your mind until three days until your wedding when you ask beomgyu what it’s like beyond the garden walls.

he’s reluctant to take you outside at first but eventually does.

“um, you should probably hold my hand,” he stutters. “it’s easy to get lost out here and there’s a lot of dangerous things.”

you glance at his hand. he’s wearing an odd piece of hand jewellery. thick rings around his fingers are connected to a matching bracelet at his wrist by thin chains. the black metal is a stark contrast to his pale skin.

your staring turns beomgyu’s ears pink and he’s quick to say, “y-you can just hold my jacket if you want.”

“no, no,” you say, taking his hand in yours. you’re not entirely surprised by how icy his hand is. “it’s okay."

honestly, you didn’t even realise you were staring at his hands so much.

you walk for about an hour around the dry land, the hazy red sky growing darker and darker the further from hades castle you are. you talk about many things. the topic of powers and abilities comes up.

"so what are your powers?” you ask beomgyu who is beginning to look antsy.

“if we stay out here any longer, you might find out,” he mumbles, his voice low.

“what do you mean?” you ask.

“we should turn back,” beomgyu tells you, his eyes narrowing as he glances around. “something’s not right. i can feel the dead nearby.”

“this is the underworld, beomgyu. everyone is dead.”

“yes, but they’re too close. something’s not right. let’s go.”

you frown but nod and let beomgyu pull you back in the direction of hades’ palace. you’re halfway there when a piercing screech sounds from above. a strong force suddenly knocks you into beomgyu and a sharp pain seers on your arm. a shocked exclaim jumps past your lips as you find three large gashes on your arm, blood pouring down.

“y/n,” beomgyu gasps, his arms catching you around your waist. he sees the blood too and his jaw clenches. he spots the cause of your injury just in time to pull you closer, out of its field of attack.

your heart rate doubles. “w-what-what-”

“a fury,” beomgyu growls, manoeuvring you behind his back.

holding your arm to stop the bleeding, you peek over his shoulder and see the ugly bat-winged monster circling back to your direction. it flies at full speed, baring its huge yellow fangs.

“stop!” beomgyu commands, his voice strong, deep and demanding.

to your surprise, the creature does, halting in mid-air, growling at beomgyu. it is now you recall just how powerful beomgyu must be. being a child of the big three (zeus, poseidon and hades) makes him indefinitely stronger and more powerful than the average demigod. even if hades wasn’t one of the big three, the kind of power he possesses is terrifying. the thought of beomgyu sharing some of those abilities…

beomgyu glares at the fury. “leave now before i banish you back to tartarus.”

the fury snarls.

“leave!” beomgyu yells, loud enough to make you flinch. he feels your movement and reaches back to grip your hand reassuringly.

with one last snarl, the fury flies away. beomgyu spins to you the moment it’s out of sight, his demeanour flipping as he cradles your arm in his hands.

“are you okay?” he asks quickly.

“not really,” you admit, shaking a little.

beomgyu inspects the large scratches and winces. “it’s too big for me to heal.”

he can heal? you think. it’s an odd concept considering he’s the son of death.

beomgyu stretches out his hand and makes an upward motion. a dark and opaque wall rises from the ground. he pulls you towards it. “let’s go.”

“wait, what is this?” you question.

he turns his head to you, the hint of a smirk on his lips. “shadow travel.”

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the night before your wedding, beomgyu knocks on your door to check on you as he didn’t see you today. he was visiting a friend because, while you are stuck here, beomgyu is free to come and go as he likes.

“how are you feeling?” beomgyu asks, sitting at the end of the bed. for once, he isn’t dressed up, instead donning a black plain tee and pair of sweatpants.

“i’m okay,” you tell him.

“that’s good.” he fiddles with the bed cover, avoiding your eyes. “i’m sorry.”

“it’s fine,” you say. “i can’t expect you to follow me around all day every day. you should see your friends too.”

“that’s not what i meant,” beomgyu says, his dark eyes taking on the sorrowful look he gets when he thinks you’re not looking. “although i’m sorry for that too now."

he takes a deep breath. "i meant that i was sorry for this. all of this. for my father dragging you down here. for our forced marriage. for making you unhappy, sick, lonely. i’m sorry for everything.”

“beomgyu… beomgyu look at me.”

he hesitantly meets your gaze and you see a tear sliding down his cheek.

“oh, beomgyu,” you sigh, leaning forward to wipe away the tear. “stop apologising.”

“but it’s true,” he says, his voice becoming rough and strained. “i know you don’t like it here. you don’t want to marry me. you’ve only been eating ambrosia for the past week but you still look half dead. you can’t even sleep at night. you-” his voice catches and he shakes his head, looking down.

you grab his hand and squeeze gently. “but it’ll get better once we’re married, right? i’ll have my energy back, i’ll be able to eat and sleep.”

“yes but that doesn’t change the fact that you don’t want this marriage,” beomgyu says. “i don’t want this marriage. i never asked for this, it was all my stupid father.”

“okay, you’re right,” you say. “i don’t want the marriage. but because i’m young, i’m unprepared, i have no say in it. i know you think i hate you but i don’t.”

beomgyu looks up again.

“i may hate the circumstances but i don’t hate you,” you say honestly. “at first, i did resent you, but i realised that this really isn’t your fault and that i shouldn’t hold your father’s actions against you.” you squeeze his hand again. “it’s not your fault. i don’t hate you. stop feeling sorry for me, okay? i’m fine, really.”

beomgyu nods. “okay.”

he’s silent, thinking, contemplating, processing.

you too have some thoughts on your mind. one thought actually. something that you’ve wanted to ask beomgyu the past few nights but never have, feeling too foolish. but seeing as you’ll be married to him tomorrow, you don’t see the harm in asking now.

“beomgyu,” you say quietly.

“yeah?”

“w-will you… will you please stay with me tonight?” you ask.

beomgyu’s ears flush bright red, the colour you’ve come to associate with his bashful and shy side.

“i think it’ll be easy to sleep if you do,” you continue. “will you?”

beomgyu needs a second to process your question but he eventually splutters, “yes.”

folding the blanket back for him, you shuffle over and lie down. beomgyu cautiously slides in beside you. he looks so stiff and awkward, it makes you smile a little.

“lie down,” you tell him and he does.

you take the initiative and cuddle up to him first, slotting yourself under his arm as you lay your head on his chest. immediately, you feel one hundred times better than you have all week. you feel safe and as though you can now breathe easy.

beomgyu finally relaxes, his arm looping around your shoulder, his hand slowly brushing over your hair.

the noises that usually keep you up at night fade away and sleep takes over. for the first time in almost two weeks, you have a good nights rest.

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when you wake in the morning, beomgyu is gone and a gorgeous women with long, flower adorned hair is carrying in a long black dress.

“you’re awake!” she says. “great. i’m persephone. i’ve heard you’re my half sister. it’s lovely to meet you. now let’s get you ready. you’re getting married today.”

you barely have time to process any of what the goddess has said before your being stuffed into the ebony gown. the silk body somehow fits you perfectly and the lace sleeves are the exact length of your arms.

the next half an hour is a blur as persephone styles your hair with a flower crown of red and white roses, clasps a chunky bejewelled choker around your neck and swipes red gloss on your lips and dark glitter on your eyes.

and suddenly you’re standing at the entrance of a large grecian temple with black marble pillars. beomgyu is standing at the other end of the temple on a raised platform. a… skeleton?… is standing near him, a large book in it’s bony hands. as you start walking towards beomgyu you vaguely wonder if you’re really about to be married by a skeleton.

to your right and left are rows of skeletons, odd creatures and the odd person who seems to be relatively alive. hades and persephone are in the front row.

the ceremony passes by in a flash. beomgyu holds your hands softly as the skeleton addresses the crowd of undead. he looks at you with more adoration than you knew was possible, but he never smiles. you slip gothic black rings onto each others fingers. he kisses your cheek. then the wedding is done.

afterwards, you and beomgyu take a walk in the garden again.

“how do you feel?” beomgyu asks you after a minute of silence.

“good,” you say, heading to a pomegranate tree.

“you look good,” beomgyu replies.

you smile over your shoulder at him. “thank you.”

“really,” he says. his eyes rake up your body. “not just the dress and everything, but your whole aura. you look alive again.”

you reach the tree and pick the closest fruit. “i suppose i’m allowed to eat this now, right?”

“if you’d like.”

“will you eat it with me?”

“okay.”

you find a bench to sit on. beomgyu picks a rock from the ground and, using a power you didn’t know he possessed, he transforms its shape to be sharp and pointed. he cuts the fruit with it and you eat in silence. you have to admit that it feels nice to be eating something other than ambrosia.

once the fruit is gone, you scoot a little closer to beomgyu and put your hand on his knee.

“you don’t seem happy, beomgyu,” you say. “what’s wrong?”

he sighs. “i don’t know. it’s just… i like you a lot. even more now then i did when i told my father about you. but i… i can’t be happy when you’re not.”

“who says i’m not happy.”

“well aren’t you?”

“i’m… unsure… i think i need some more time to fully process everything, but it could be worse.”

beomgyu scoffs quietly. “how could it be worse?”

“i might not be married to you.”

beomgyu almost flinches at your words, eyes going wide. “what?”

“like i said, i’m still a little conflicted but one thing that i’m certain about is my feelings for you.”

“and?”

you smile. “i like you.”

“r-really?"

"really. throughout this all, you’ve been so kind and gentle. you haven’t pressured me and you’ve made me feel as comfortable as possible. i really appreciate it and i can’t say that i haven’t grown to like you.”

amusingly, your words render beomgyu speechless so you add, “plus, being married to the son of hades is a bit of an ego boost, if i’m being honest.”

said son of hades smiles.

“you know, i’m pretty sure you didn’t kiss me properly earlier.”

“i didn’t think you’d want me to,” beomgyu admits sheepishly.

“well, i do, so…”

his smile turns to a cheeky grin as he cups your face in his hands. “may i kiss the bride?”

you grin too. “you may.”

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spidersbane · 3 years

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Hello! Can I get MCU, The Hobbit, and The Man From U.N.C.L.E. ship? 💚

Appearance: She/her. 179,5cm tall, rectangle body shape. Fair skin complexion with quite a few birthmarks. Dyed brown with honey-red highlights, shoulder-length, straight hair with bangs. The left eye is a mix of two colors – a smaller portion of (darker) greyish-blue and a larger portion of hazel; while the right eye is just a (lighter) greyish-blue. Heptagon face shape with two dimples on the left cheek and one on the right cheek (only visible while smiling). A gap between the upper front teeth.

Personality (good and bad traits): Ever since I was a kid, I was always quite mature for my age – I identify myself as an old soul. I come off as polite and well-mannered to strangers, yet I tend to keep it to myself by being reserved. But, that’s because I have social anxiety and I’m nervous and shy when meeting/talking to people. The only people I’m comfortable with being with my inner circle – closest friends and family. I am usually more “open” with my friends than with my family. With my friends I can be my “truest-self” – I smile more, I laugh more, I feel more accepted and understood. I am the mom and the fashionista of the group. Don’t get me wrong, I am fiercely protective of my family, especially of my mother and younger sister. But, lately, I’ve been feeling like the “black sheep” of the family, Cinderella who’s been taken advantage of. I express my affection for the people I care about in little, but practical, ways. I can be a little stiff when it comes to open, gushy displays of affection. Others turn to me for help and advice. I’m kind-hearted and generous, always ready to help a person in need. Always have been motherly towards children. Very awkward at keeping small talk (usually with people that I’m not that close with). Absolutely, hate speaking in front of a public, and if I do, because of my nervousness, I tend to mess up my words and/or I practice whatever I’m about to say in my head at first. I appreciate the simplicity and am often most comfortable when I’m not getting too much attention from the world. I am sensitive – both to criticism and to others’ feelings (I sponge up the feelings and moods of people and the environment around me). Have a hard time saying no or expressing my true thoughts, feelings. I get influenced by other people’s opinions/thoughts quite hard (I take everything to the heart), that is why I tend to keep a lot to myself (may come off as a little bit tense, secretive, mysterious). I avoid the harsh reality by daydreaming (almost every day) – imagining myself in situations far from my current circumstances. Sort of like a self-escape. I worry a lot and overthink almost everything. I am easily distracted and my attention span can be quite short. I have an internal struggle between my needs and wants. I can lack focus and be indecisive as a result – when I decide on one route, I am pulled in another direction at the same time (“But what if…”, “on the other hand...”). That is why I’m having a bit of a struggle with deciding what I want to do in the future (career-wise). I am easily overwhelmed by pressure and stress. There is a self-destructive side to me (self-critical, lack of self-confidence) that I’m working on by confronting my fears (coming out of my shell). Don’t like taking pictures, or other people taking pictures of me. I feel most content when I’ve straightened out all the details of everyday life. I have a routine, that I follow by mostly every day, and if something small changes in that routine, I start to have a small internal anxiety attack. Also, I like to do things my own way, like, when it comes to cleaning the house or organizing stuff, etc. I get triggered even if people don’t do the laundry the way I do. I guess you could describe me as a perfectionist, clean/control freak. In triggering situations I can be impulsive, spontaneous, quick to act. Quick flare-ups of anger/annoyance when being provoked on my patience. Even when I’m feeling low, I manage to find humor in life and have fun with whatever I do have. Although I tend to bottle things up, I am an emotional person and my emotions are genuine – I love and care deeply and passionately and wish no ill will upon anyone, yet it hards for me to imagine someone falling in love with me or just liking me.

Hobbies, likes: My hobbies are cleaning, writing (re-writing song lyrics, making small notes, writing stories), listening to any type of music, catching up on my favorite films and TV shows, hanging out with friends, going to the cinema, or the club, being out in nature, reading, traveling. I like history, cooking, fashion magazines (or fashion in general), road trips, spirituality, mythology, books, orange juice, previous decades, cottage-core, dark academia.

Overall: Hufflepuff. INFP-T. Bi-sexual. Pisces-Aries cusp sign. “Looks like could kill you, but is actually a cinnamon roll.” A feminist, support LGBTQ+ community. That’s it, thank you!

hey @pataim ! thanks so much for sending in your request, and thank you so much for your honesty about yourself. like it takes a lot to air yourself out like that, and I admire your strength for it. but also fINALLY a 'Man from U.N.C.L.E' ship! I love that movie and attempt Illya's accent all the time, so this will be fun :)

For the MCU/Marvel - I ship you with Steve Rogers/Captain America !

no one can tell me that Steve doesn’t have a set routine honestly, so let me just get that out there

he seems intimidating at first, esp as a public figure and Avenger, but Steve is nothing but passionate about what he does. so it may clash w your lack of direction, but I could honestly see him envying that a lil bit, like it’s not that you don’t have direction, it’s the fact that you still have a choice in the matter.

your love of history put you in a museum, here you bumped into Steve in a horrible disguise. he struck up the conversation first, and once you got past the whole “holy crap that’s Captain America”, you could actually engage with him in the material and boi was he smitten

he would love to join you when your rewatched your fave things, bc not only is he catching up on more media he missed out on, he’s also getting to know your interests in a way that’s comfortable with you. it avoids all the small talk, but leaves room for discussion after the film/show !

since you tend to sponge up a lot of what other people believe, it’s totally Steve who actually tries to question what you think and what you feel about things. he’s someone who encourages you to have your own opinions and to stay true to those thoughts. so while with him, you can rely on him to learn about yourself, you also gain skills for independence

overall, Steve is super patient, and despite his chaotic job as Cap, he takes comfort in his routine, and would find comfort incorporating a partner’s routine into his life. and as you grow in a relationship with him, he’s patient about teaching you how to be your own person, and helping you learn more about yourself. and while it’s uncomfortable, you grow stronger throughout being with him :)

For The Hobbit - I ship you with Bilbo Baggins !

Bilbo is the definition of introvert, and you're right there with him

not that introversion is ever a bad thing, bc it isn't. but Bilbo is quite content to sit in his little hobbit hole and vibe. like Gandalf had to come find him, ya know. dude disappeared from his own bday.

but anyways. it's not that Bilbo lacks purpose, it's just that he's more content with a quieter life. and it seems like his quiet life would balance you out well! like the Shire is so so chill, and there doesn't really seem to be a lot of pressure on the hobbits to pick a profession. like they just genuinely do what needs to get done.

similarly, Bilbo is the type who seems a little bothered by mushy displays of affection. exhibit a: disappearing from his own bday. like he's much more the type to refill your tea when y'all are reading by the fireplace, which he would totally do w you

it will probs take you a little while to warm up to each, given just how introverted you both are. but when he explains that he has set ways of doing things, then if they're compatible w your ways of doing things, then it doesn't take you long to open up to him

like it'll be a little jarring, but he takes comfort in his routines too. and it'll be an event trying to incorporate both of your ways of life together, but he's willing to do it

overall, yours is a very quaint partnership, built on deep respect for one another. neither of you are going to push the other to do things you aren't into. and y'all just live your best lives together tbh :)

For The Man From U.N.C.L.E - I ship you with Illya Kuryakin !

I love my big Russian spy so much, so this is fun for me

so Illya is the epitome of reserved and generally quiet, so it might take a while to really break down his walls and talk to him. and he's not quite sure what to do with you once you join the team

but, he's playing his game of chess alone, and when you sit down and ask to play with him, he opens up a little more after that

if you're one who get sent out on mission with the team, get ready, bc sometimes those missions require a lot of improvising. but you'd probably be at whatever 'base' was, helping run operations from a more secure place. but Illya and Napoleon improvise a lot, leading to a lot of headaches for you and Waverly

Illya has small bursts of anger, but similar to Gaby, most times, you can intervene and he doesn't get violent. or when he does, he tries to make sure it isn't in front of you. but bc you care so deeply for him, you're there for him in the aftermath. and that's how you show your love for him.

by patching him up if he gets cut, by talking him down when he's angry. and just generally trying to take care of him. and he totally does the same for you, especially if you get sent out into the field

and much to Illya's dismay, Solo doesn't refrain form making jokes about you. but if you can take them in stride, then Solo welcomes you into the team just as well :)

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kon-konk · 3 years

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Ooh this is going under a cut because it's definitely what I'd classify as spoiler territory for Tokyo Revengers...

It has fucked me up greatly that I realized in the middle of my shift that present!Mikey in both timelines Takemichi has met him in just... Clearly doesn't want to be Mikey anymore.

Like, right down to his looks he doesn't want to be Mikey. He gives into his dark impulses, hates it, and tries to at least look like someone else. Someone he thinks isn't as bad.

The first timeline Takemichi meets him in the present, he's dyed his hair black and looks just like Shinichiro. The older brother he looked up to.

In the other timeline (current), Takemichi actually mistakes him for Izana when he sees him on the news. The brother he never knew, the one Shinichiro mentioned... The one who died before he ever really got to know him.

Look I don't know if I've ever needed a story to end truly happily, but I need Tokyo Revengers to end with a timeline where Mikey wants to be Mikey.

#tokyo revengers spoilers #Mikey would have me wrapped around his finger in every timeline but damn dude please get some therapy #pei rambles

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il-ballo-della-vita-maneskin · 3 years

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Hello! Can I get Måneskin matchup? 💚

Overall: Hufflepuff. INFP-T. Bi-sexual. Pisces-Aries cusp sign. “Looks like could kill you, but is actually a cinnamon roll.” A feminist, support LGBTQ+ community. That’s it, thank you!

ethan, ethan, ethan

he is also an introvent and seems mature, so i think he would very easily understand where you are coming from. he would appreciate your routine, but would also try to get you out of your shell. don’t get me wrong, he wouldn’t do anything you’re uncomfortable with, but would try to make you comfortable with being more open, both to new experiences and new people.

whenever you panic over something, worry too much or have doubts, he would be there to comfort you and stop you from feeling low. when it comes to being too affected and influenced by other people’s opinions and thoughts, i think he would definitely understand, as someone who needs to listen to what people want from him and his band, but would always be there to help you understand that your opinion is valid and the most important one. he would also remind you all the time that you deserve to be loved and that you are loved.

you would be hanging out with your friends and go to parties with them whenever you both feel like it, but would also spend much time just reading, cooking, going for long walks and to cinemas on your own. i also think road trips, whether with friends or not, where you listen to music, bring orange juice and travel to places you would both like to visit would be a must.

to people you would seem like a quiet and shy, cute couple, though you’d probably be far louder and more playful when with people you hold dear.

have a great day💕

#ethan torchio #ethan torchio imagine #ethan torchio x reader #maneskin #maneskin imagine #maneskin imagines #maneskin x reader #måneskin #match up requests #match ups

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weasleytwinwheezes · 3 years

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Hello! Can I get Harry Potter ship? 💚

Appearance: She/her. 179,5cm tall, rectangle body shape. Fair skin complexion with quite a few birthmarks. Dyed chocolate brown, shoulder-length, straight hair with bangs. The left eye is a mix of two colors – a smaller portion of (darker) greyish-blue and a larger portion of hazel; while the right eye is just a (lighter) greyish-blue. Heptagon face shape with two dimples on the left cheek and one on the right cheek (only visible while smiling). A gap between the upper front teeth.

Personality (good and bad traits): Ever since I was a kid, I was always quite mature for my age – I identify myself as an old soul. I come off as polite and well-mannered to strangers, yet I tend to keep it to myself by being reserved. But, that’s because I have social anxiety and I’m nervous and shy when meeting/talking to people. The only people I’m comfortable with are with my inner circle – closest friends and family. I am usually more “open” with my friends than with my family. With my friends I can be my “truest-self” – I smile more, I laugh more, I feel more accepted and understood. I am the mom and the fashionista of the group. Don’t get me wrong, I am fiercely protective of my family, especially of my mother and younger sister. But, lately, I’ve been feeling like the “black sheep” of the family, Cinderella who’s been taken advantage of. I express my affection for the people I care about in little, but practical, ways. I can be a little stiff when it comes to open, gushy displays of affection. Others turn to me for help and advice. I’m kind-hearted and generous, always ready to help a person in need. Always have been motherly towards children. Very awkward at keeping small talk (usually with people that I’m not that close with). Absolutely, hate speaking in front of a public, and if I do, because of my nervousness, I tend to mess up my words and/or I practice whatever I’m about to say in my head at first. I appreciate the simplicity and am often most comfortable when I’m not getting too much attention from the world. I am sensitive – both to criticism and to others’ feelings (I sponge up the feelings and moods of people and the environment around me). Have a hard time saying no or expressing my true thoughts, feelings. I get influenced by other people’s opinions/thoughts quite hard (I take everything to the heart), that is why I tend to keep a lot to myself (may come off as a little bit tense, secretive, mysterious). I avoid the harsh reality by daydreaming (almost every day) – imagining myself in situations far from my current circumstances. Sort of like a self-escape. I worry a lot and overthink almost everything. I am easily distracted and my attention span can be quite short. I have an internal struggle between my needs and wants. I can lack focus and be indecisive as a result – when I decide on one route, I am pulled in another direction at the same time (“But what if…”, “on the other hand...”). That is why I’m having a bit of a struggle with deciding what I want to do in the future (career-wise). I am easily overwhelmed by pressure and stress. There is a self-destructive side to me (self-critical, lack of self-confidence) that I’m working on by confronting my fears (coming out of my shell). Don’t like taking pictures, or other people taking pictures of me. I feel most content when I’ve straightened out all the details of everyday life. I have a routine, that I follow by mostly every day, and if something small changes in that routine, I start to have a small internal anxiety attack. Also, I like to do things my own way, like, when it comes to cleaning the house or organizing stuff, etc. I get triggered even if people don’t do the laundry the way I do. I guess you could describe me as a perfectionist, clean/control freak. In triggering situations I can be impulsive, spontaneous, quick to act. Quick flare-ups of anger/annoyance when being provoked on my patience. Even when I’m feeling low, I manage to find humor in life and have fun with whatever I do have. Although I tend to bottle things up, I am an emotional person and my emotions are genuine – I love and care deeply and wish no ill will upon anyone, yet it’s hard for me to imagine someone falling in love with me or just liking me.

Overall: Hufflepuff. INFP-T. Bi-curious. Pisces-Aries cusp sign. “Looks like could kill you, but is actually a cinnamon roll.” A feminist, support LGBTQ+ community. That’s it, thank you!

I ship you with….Remus Lupin!

I feel like you two would just compliment each other

mom and dad of the friend group 100%

But he would also help balance you out

Overthinking is a huge thing for him as well and I know he would be quick to share any tips or tricks he has to keep himself from doing it

He’s also the person to encourage others come out of their shells and generally be more outgoing with others

But he wouldn’t just throw you to the wolves, he’d make sure you knew he was there every step of the way

I STRONGLY feel like he is also a routine oriented person

so just imagine the two of you having your own special routines together

whether it be something like studying after dinner or telling each other a joke at breakfast

He’s also the type of person who will love you the hardest on the days you least suspect it

but he’ll also be sure to go out of his way every day to remind you how much he adores you

it could be just a quick kiss on the cheek

Or you favorite drink brought to you when he notices your stressing

Or just finding a way to ease your day

I just really feel like you two would be so good together

It just makes sense to me

You know?

Also! Just imagine him allowing you to redo his wardrobe

Because why not?

He’s HORRID with fashion and you’re an expert

I just know the relationship would be filled with so many sweet, loving moments

Ahhhh

This is making my heart happy

1000% my new otp

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justafairytailofinnocence · 3 years

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Hello! Can I get Harry Potter, Peaky Blinders, Marvel, DC, and The Hobbit matchup? 💚

Personality (good and bad traits): Ever since I was a kid, I was always quite mature for my age – I identify myself as an old soul. I come off as polite and well-mannered to strangers, yet I tend to keep it to myself by being reserved. But, that’s because I have social anxiety and I’m nervous and shy when meeting/talking to people. The only people I’m comfortable with are with my inner circle – closest friends and family. I am usually more “open” with my friends than with my family. With my friends I can be my “truest-self” – I smile more, I laugh more, I feel more accepted and understood. I am the mom and the fashionista of the group. Don’t get me wrong, I am fiercely protective of my family, especially of my mother and younger sister. But, lately, I’ve been feeling like the “black sheep” of the family, Cinderella who’s been taken advantage of. I express my affection for the people I care about in little, but practical, ways. I can be a little stiff when it comes to open, gushy displays of affection. Others turn to me for help and advice. I’m kind-hearted and generous, always ready to help a person in need. Always have been motherly towards children. Very awkward at keeping small talk (usually with people that I’m not that close with). Absolutely, hate speaking in front of a public, and if I do, because of my nervousness, I tend to mess up my words and/or I practice whatever I’m about to say in my head at first. I appreciate the simplicity and am often most comfortable when I’m not getting too much attention from the world. I am sensitive – both to criticism and to others’ feelings (I sponge up the feelings and moods of people and the environment around me). Have a hard time saying no or expressing my true thoughts, feelings. I get influenced by other people’s opinions/thoughts quite hard (I take everything to the heart), that is why I tend to keep a lot to myself (may come off as a little bit tense, secretive, mysterious). I avoid the harsh reality by daydreaming (almost every day) – imagining myself in situations far from my current circumstances. Sort of like a self-escape. I worry a lot and overthink almost everything. I am easily distracted and my attention span can be quite short. I have an internal struggle between my needs and wants. I can lack focus and be indecisive as a result – when I decide on one route, I am pulled in another direction at the same time (“But what if…”, “on the other hand...”). That is why I’m having a bit of a struggle with deciding what I want to do in the future (career-wise). I am easily overwhelmed by pressure and stress. There is a self-destructive side to me (self-critical, lack of self-confidence) that I’m working on by confronting my fears (coming out of my shell). Don’t like taking pictures, or other people taking pictures of me. I feel most content when I’ve straightened out all the details of everyday life. I have a routine, that I follow by mostly every day, and if something small changes in that routine, I start to have a small internal anxiety attack. Also, I like to do things my own way, like, when it comes to cleaning the house or organizing stuff, etc. I get triggered even if people don’t do the laundry the way I do. I guess you could describe me as a perfectionist, clean/control freak. In triggering situations I can be impulsive, spontaneous, quick to act. Quick flare-ups of anger/annoyance when being provoked on my patience. Even when I’m feeling low, I manage to find humor in life and have fun with whatever I do have. Although I tend to bottle things up, I am an emotional person and my emotions are genuine – I love and care deeply and wish no ill will upon anyone, yet it’s hard for me to imagine someone falling in love with me or just liking me.

Overall: Hufflepuff. INFJ. Bi-curious. Pisces-Aries cusp sign. “Looks like could kill you, but is actually a cinnamon roll.” A feminist, support LGBTQ+ community. That’s it, thank you!

Ok hello so once again we have a new matchup this time with a butt ton of fun fandoms soooo leasss get into it.

@pataim

First up we have Harry Potter

Ok so My first choice would be:

Newt Scamander✨

-your passionate hobbies such as travelling and being out in nature he adores that since your personalities would go well together he would love every chance to go out and try to explore the world with you.

- he takes time to open up as well despite being mature he always had a child like sense of humour. He seems to be shy and not very open won't people hence why if your having a bad day he will allow you to pet the animals.

- he would love to let you clean the way you want to not judging even if he makes a mistake the two of you could make it up if you show him how he should do it.

- hey you guys are in the same house knowing this he can get to know you better. He would let you handle nifflers.

- he would not know how to handle muggle technology so you would have to help him with it.

You: erm no newt that's in video mode you want to take a photo...

Newt: oh sorry it's h-hard because I've never used muggle technology

You: here *flips to camera mode* just don't let me be in it I hate it when I have pictures of myself.

Newt: Ah perfect *takes a photo him and the niffler*

You: see I knew its a good idea to store albums of us together in your book.

Newt: yeah thank you for writing it by the way I would love to read your writing.

You: oh Ah nah...I don't often share my writing unless it's good

Newt: non sense I love everything of your creations.

You: oh why thank you *blushes*

Newt: *holds you smiling*

You: *smiles back*

-he would basically have books written about you and the both of your adventures. So yeah prepare for that.

-your first kiss was when your in his suitcase and he was handling a creature from when he saw you tame it he kissed you there and then.

Ok so next fandom peaky Blinders I pair you with:

Thomas Shelby🌹

-your quiet and reserved personality goes quite well with his he has a hard time to open up to just anyone. So he doesn't blame you for the kind of things you tend to hide.

- your labelled the "queen of gangsters" because your Tommy's girl no one can hurt you by all means he makes sure of it.

-he is quite stubborn so it may revolve you trying to get him grounded so he doesn't die. Your caring to him even if you bottle up your emotions to make it not seem like it.

You: Tommy please don't do this I can't see you getting hurt

Tommy: it's a life style y/n not everyone gets a free choice

You: yes you can have a choice and you don't have to die over it

Tommy: yeah and what happened if you die If I'm not able to sustain the business then no one's lives it's a pain in life love

You: Thomas Shelby I refuse for you to go off to get hurt my god don't you understand the kind of feelings I have for you.

Tommy: hm I do by all means I've protected you ever since we've met y/n I've been wanting to marry you since then

You: then just ask Tommy I love you I-i don't want to lose you *starts to tear up kissing his rough lips*

Tommy: I'm surprised normally your often quiet and reserved

You: but I want you to open up to me Tommy just let me in

Tommy: fine i won't die today but I'll keep my damn soul around just for you my love

You: that's all I wanted *grabs him kissing him*

-prepare for a fine wedding often times his brothers may try to hit on you or embaress you hell he would growl at them to piss off. Arthur would probably treat you like his sister and John would play jokes on you.

-your a book writer ever since you've come to Birmingham you've been writing all sorts of novels Tommy has seen you around and purposefully comes into the shop just to see you.

-youve had your first kiss under the same bridge he kissed his first love. He swore to protect you and even still loves you.

- having fights would be short and quick often because he breaks a line in something you don't like he doesn't handle it very well with you being a perfectionist. But often he buys you something to apologize for his behaviour.

- the two of you have ups and downs but through and through your both the king and queen of gangsters.

Ok so the next fandom is marvel:

I pair you with:

Captain America a.k.a Steve Rogers🇺🇸

- your old soul personality combines with his he used to be super shy and introverted but thanks to you he opened up and now the star spangled man has fallen for you.

-your passionate personality has helped him along the way since you love writing and history it's quite fornamal that this man has been in love with you from that moment.

-he normally helps you with cooking and loves hanging out with you either way the two of you watching movies prepare for it to be a war movie.

Steve: so uh what movie we watchin darlin

You: oh you know some sappy movie *leans back on couch*

Steve: Ah I see so why don't we see how sappy it is

You: alright uhhhh oh how about this movie it's a romance

Steve: sure thing Darlin

You: yeahhhh *meanwhile in the movie you fell asleep in his arms*

Steve: sleep all you want

-your personality combines well with his he would teach you how to fight and more.

-oh and a lot of goofy kind of stuff he would be careful not to tread on your bad side since he wants you to be happy.

Ok for my next fandom in the DC fandom I pair you with:

Batman a.k.a Bruce Wayne🦇

- the two of you would have similar personalities you being reserved and hard to open up to Bruce would understand and try his best to hide himself just to be with you.

-you know his identity either way because of his voice and obvious looks he was quite fond of you often you being deeply sensitive he adores that about you.

-in his spare time he would try to help you with whatever you need even if he isn't good with doing simple tasks such as cleaning he doesn't swing that way.

-you can't help but adore his bad boy persona even though you mock him for it.

Alright for the last fandom which is the hobbit I picture you with:

Bilbo Baggins 📕

- he's pretty much not a people's person always loving stay inside and read books. Ever since you came along you couldn't help but feel related to him finding people tiring at times.

-you two would live in that small cottage of his his home is always clean and tidy so you wouldn't have a problem with helping him.

- the moment that the two of you met it was the realisation you wrote most of his favourite books and he realised your a good author.

-most of the time he isnt a nature person in fact hes a homebody and prefers a clean and tidy place it's quite obvious he isn't a outdoorsy person.

-the two of you would be at home reading most of the time even though arguments can want you to go outside.

Welp anyways I hope you enjoy your matchup please let me know if there's anything wrong thanks for requesting ☺️.

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Part of the DontNeedADiscord Pride Week, Day 6: Parade

“I’m really sorry Administrator,” I coughed into my tissue. “It really is- achoo-! It really is that bad. But at least it came after I got all that work done yesterday, right?”

The slightly pixelated Administrator on the other end of the Zoom call did not chime in in agreement. She narrowed her eyes, and I swallowed, hoping the sweat beading down the side of my face added to the charade.

After several tense seconds, the Administrator said, “very well. But I expect you early tomorrow morning to make up for the lost contracts.”

“Oh d-definitely,” I sniffed. “I’m sure it’ll be c-cleared up by tomorrow,”

“It better be. Administrator out.”

Her face hung frozen for a half second before the call dropped, replaced by a black void on my screen. I cautiously closed the webcam cover, just in case.

Then, I flew into a frenzy, wiping off the makeup I’d used put fake bags under the eyes. From my nose I removed two stubs of tissue, and took in a glorious breath now that I was freed from stuffy-nostrils. The sweat was real though. I’d never lied to the Administrator before, never to her face, and the sudden adrenaline as I realized what I’d just pulled off threatened to jitter me out of my skin.

“Yes!” I said, punching the air. “Ha! I did it!”

The exultation was short lived, as my head whipped to where my laptop was still sitting open. The call was over but…better be extra safe and power that off before I go.

I changed out of the grubby, sick-girl pajamas, and went to my closet. Habitually, my hand went to one of my numerous purple tops, but stopped just short of the hanger. Was this what I was going to wear, today of all days? Same boring work clothes I did for the other three hundred sixty-four days a year? I drew my hand back and frowned.

Screw it. Who knew when the next time I’d work up the nerve to do this again?

I began shoving hangers aside, heavy with their deep whooshing as I sorted through dozens and dozens of painfully similar button downs. Sometimes there was even a dress! How original! So I just kept searching and searching until-

There! Right at the back: an orange Hawaiian shirt I’d worn exactly once, back when I’d been forced to take my government mandated vacation. I pulled it on with gusto.

The tangles came free from my hair—I hadn’t brushed it yet that morning in order to give it that “sickly” look—and then I was in front of the bathroom mirror. Biting my lip, I looked down at the facepaints I’d bought on an impulse, thinking at the time I could paint little flags on my cheeks, but now that the time was upon me I wondered if it was too much. Already I was wearing a Hawaiian shirt, how much more wild was I willing to get?

But, well, since I’d already bought them…

Fifteen minutes later, I examined myself in the mirror again, and gave a relieved sigh. Hadn’t managed to smudge a thing!

Sensible shoes, my bus pass, and then I was off.

The parade was vibrant, so much better in person instead of looking at YouTube clips later and sighing wistfully. My first day off to coincide with it ever, and all I’d had to do was a little office subterfuge. Now, as long as I didn’t end up in any photos, no one would know I’d been here at all! Everything was going to be absolutely-

“-Oof, entschuldigung, I did not see you there.” The man who’d just bumped into me adjusted his glasses. “Miss Pauling?”

“Medic?” I gaped. “What are you doing here?”

“I am here for the parade of course,” he said, gesturing around. He was dressed for it, his usual vest replaced with one of horizontal rainbow stripes. “As are you, I assume.”

“Yes but,” I stumbled over my words. “What about work?”

“Ah, the Voice? I simply told her I was sick.”

I felt my spirits sink. “Did you now.” I rubbed my face, only remembering to avoid the facepaint at the last second. “It’s fine. Great to see you actually. As long as no one else recognizes us I’m sure we’re-”

“Doktor! Miss Pauling!”

“Aw jeez.”

Pushing through the crowd to greet them was the Heavy Weapons Guy—even worse, Engie appeared to be tagging along behind him, discussing a brochure with a unicorn-costume clad Pyro.

“Did not expect to see you here,” Heavy said as he made it to our side of the street. “Thought little Pauling must work.”

“Could say the same to you guys!” I said, irritation creeping into my voice. “Don’t tell me you all just played hookey together?”

“Naw,” Engie replied. “Didn’t know any of these fellers were coming until we all ran into each other.”

“This is bad,” I began to titter. “If we’re here, then who’s at the office?”

“…Is this a bad time to tell you that Demo ‘n Soldier are coming at us from down the street?”

I whipped around. Sure enough, there they were: Soldier with rainbow-striped American flag tied around his shoulders, and Demo with his afro dyed a deep commitment to purple.

“Ahhhhh!” I couldn’t help but let out. “Why did you all have to skip work at the same time as me?”

“We all wanted to come to the parade, lass.” Then, noting my distress, Demo added with a wink, “don’t fret! The old woman won’t know a thing. Currently, I’m home in bed with the measles.”

“The measles,” I deadpanned. I turned to our now rather obstructing group. “And what did the rest of you say?”

“Gingivitis,” Soldier offered.

“Chicken pox.”

“Halitosis.”

“Cat Scratch Fever,” Scout said, taking a bite from a hot dog.

“Scout!” I demanded. “When did you get here?”

He shrugged. “Don’t blame me, I was just following Spy, seeing why he was sneaking around and crap.”

“And I told you,” Spy’s voice replied, “that I was merely following the bushman and seeing what he was up to.”

“Wankers.”

Maybe I should just stop turning around. Then my coworkers would have to stop randomly appearing behind me, right?

“That’s literally everyone,” I berated them all. This time, when I rubbed my palms under my glasses, I did end up smudging the paint, streaks of white and pink running up my cheeks. “Uhg, we’re so screwed. What is the Administrator going to think when she walks in to the office and sees-”

“Absolutely no one?”

Okay. It looked like I’d have to turn around in a horrified manner one more time.

The Administrator parted the crowd around her, not the least because her shoulder pads threatened to stab anyone who got too close. Everyone shrank before her, except for Heavy maybe because I don’t think he has it in him to shrink before anyone.

“Helen,” I started, then cleared my throat. “I guess you uh…took a guess where we all went huh?”

“That I did.” She blinked down at her employees. “I must say I am disappointed. Of course, I expect something like this from these idiots, but from you Miss Pauling? Couldn’t even engineer a decent structural emergency in order to justify shirking your work. At the very least you could have flooded the building, or released feral opossums into the ventilation.”

“HEY NOW,” Soldier barked from the back of the group. “Have you been reading my itinerary? Because it very clearly says SOLDIER’S DAY PLANNER, DO NOT READ UNLESS YOU ARE SOLDIER OTHERWISE I WILL KILL YOU!”

“…Are you saying you wanted me to fabricate an emergency?” I asked, perplexed.

“It would at least have been more convincing than nine separate emails from my employees, all claiming different maladies. One of which was,” she looked at her phone, “‘A Case of the Mondays’.”

“It is actually proven that worker productivity is up to thirty-three percent lower at the beginning of the week,” Medic justified.

The Administrator stared at him. “It’s Thursday.”

“Alright, alright,” Engineer butt in. “I think we can all agree that we may have messed up a little. Told a few harmless lies about medical issues we may or may not have. But that ain’t exclusive to Miss P here! We all’ve been lying ‘round here, and it ain’t fair to single her out.”

“The laborer is right,” Spy agreed. “The blame should fall on all of us.”

One by one, to my amazement, the others spoke up, or nodded in agreement. When I glanced up at the Administrator again, she had an eyebrow raised, as though I had somehow orchestrated this as well.

“I could instruct you all to return to work, you know,” she said. “It is only fair that your recrimination should begin there. However…”

“You showed up, saw how sick it was, and decided you’re going to hang out and eat hot dogs with us instead?” Scout asked.

She glared at him. “I still have work that must be done before the end of the day. But, it appears Miss Pauling has tripled her workload in the week leading up to today, she has effectively removed any urgency from the rest of your duties. Thanks to her foresight, you are technically not needed at the office today.”

“Aih! Way to go lassie!” Demo said, squeezing me around the shoulders until only my toes were on the ground. Similar congratulations were offered, everyone getting in a pat on the back.

“You inspire great loyalty, Miss Pauling,” she said. “But do not let this happen again.” With that she turned, and disappeared into the revelry.

“Wow,” I said. “I think I’m going to have a heart attack now.”

“Have one when the parade is over!” Soldier demanded. “Look! Floats!”

There certainly were floats. As the chatter died down, and everyone celebrated their good luck, I was left standing among my friends with a new appreciation, these people who’d stuck by me when it’d counted. They were a bit of a colorful bunch but, hey, who better to celebrate pride with than them?

#dnadprideweek2021 #tf2 fanfiction

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