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moondance-r · 4 months ago

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SAGAU-adjacent not-Creator Creator 1

Summary: You knew, viscerally down to your bones, that you did not create this world; Teyvat had no grand creator, no single hand designing its wonders. It did, however, have something of a catalytic agent, without which it would not exist.

You.

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Godhood got boring after a while, so you wandered. You peeked into worlds and travelled from star to star -- one, dying and desperate, called out to you.

It might have been beautiful, once. You could see patches of greenery and remnants of grand structures littering the landscape, could sense life lingering on its surface and stubbornly refusing to fade. This was a world on the verge of destruction, you knew, and not just because of what its creatures did or didn’t do. No, this was something far grander than anything mortals -- or pseudo-immortals -- could ever achieve.

Its core was decaying inexorably, not on a time scale noticeable to any of its inhabitants but destined for demise nonetheless. You... pitied it, perhaps. You had no reason to -- you had watched countless worlds perish and this one should have been no different -- and yet you dove close and settled into the core of this world that called itself Teyvat.

You slept.

And Teyvat grew itself around you.

You awoke to darkness. This was strange because you had no physical form and should not have registered the lack of light as anything that would impact your senses. And yet it was dark and you could not see.

(With physical eyes, a corner of your mind whispered. How novel!)

Since you had eyes, you must have a body. You tried to move a limb; nothing happened, except for a brief sense of pressure. Then you heard -- with ears! -- muffled rumbling before light pierced the darkness as soil peeled itself back from where it buried you beneath the earth. You sat up. You were in a divot someone might call a grave, if not for it having no markers or headstones.

You didn’t know how long you sat there appreciating the dawn before a metaphysical humming caught your attention, and you turned to see some stone steps leading up to a circular portal. That, you knew instinctively, was a passage leading to the roots of this world where you had slumbered for the past... how long?

You didn’t know. You wanted to find out.

The first order of business: getting off this island. Unfortunately, it seemed as if you were stuck in your fleshy body, which didn’t even have the decency to transform into something capable of flight when it refused to allow you to revert into your nebulous spirit form. You considered just walking into the sea, but you only had this one body on hand and did not want to test its lung capacity for so little reward. Life was so fragile already.

Well, this may be a problem, you thought to yourself. Not even a single local solar cycle and your journey had already stopped in its tracks.

So you sat. And thought. And thought some more.

Before you could petrify into a statue, something big flew overhead, handily startling you out of contemplation. You rose to your feet as a winged four-legged creature covered in teal fur landed heavily in front of you and bowed. You assumed it bowed, anyway -- such gestures weren’t easy to do when one was a quadruped, but the way it drew back a foreleg and lowered its head was definitely deliberate.

You blinked at it, nonplussed. You’d barely taken more than a hundred steps on this land, there was no way you had done anything to deserve this bowing and scraping.

“Mine Guiding Wind,” the dragon said in a deep, echoing voice, “it gladdens me to see thine holy visage. It would be of utmost honour if mine unworthy body might bear thy divine form through the skies.”

“...You can speak to me casually,” you said instead of getting into all of that. You wanted to be off this island before digging into the dragon’s delusions. “And yes, a ride would be appreciated.”

The dragon seemed to faintly shiver in delight. As you approached, they obligingly shuffled around and offered a foreleg so that you could climb onto their back. You forced your new limbs to cooperate as you clambered up and over to settle in front of their first pair of wings and gripped their ruff.

With a great beat of the dragon’s six wings, you ascended into the air. Despite your muffled senses, you could detect this world’s wind element assist in the dragon’s rise. Anemo, you remembered from the last time you were awake, one of this world’s seven elements. All worlds worked differently and this one fell on the more magical side of the scale. You wondered how Teyvat had changed since its near destruction -- if new civilisations had risen to replace the old, if these new peoples remembered old lessons. If they would be as welcoming as their world had been.

At least the last was promising if the dragon’s greeting was anything to go by, though who knew if that would persist once they realised you weren’t whoever they thought you were.

“What’s your name?” you called down to the dragon, trusting that Anemo would carry your voice.

Sure enough, the dragon replied, “I am Dvalin of Mondstadt, Sweeping Gale.”

“And is that our destination? Mondstadt?”

“It is, yes... unless You would prefer somewhere else?” Dvalin asked, suddenly hesitant.

You hummed thoughtfully. “No, Mondstadt is fine,” you said as you rolled the name around in your mind. You didn’t know enough about this world to have an opinion, though you wondered if this ‘Mondstadt’ was a city? A country? A continent? Or maybe it was merely a wild region uninhabited save for a territorial dragon. That would be interesting, you thought, though probably quite boring.

Sea eventually gave way to land beneath you, which quickly turned into soft rolling hills. People walked on clearly marked paths, and you watched a few turn and look up as you passed.

“It’s surprisingly peaceful,” you commented, thinking back to the scorched earth that had greeted you. “I’m glad.”

Dvalin vibrated beneath you, which you realised was a purr. “It has been many an age since you last descended, Pathfinder; that Mond may receive your praise for our efforts is the greatest reward of all,” they said.

Dvalin landed at the foot of a giant tree, in front of which was a stone statue of an androgynous figure that glowed brightly to your senses. Halfway in a daze, you slipped to the ground and stumbled to the statue, missing the way Dvalin lowered themselves in preparation to catch you should you fall. But even if you noticed you wouldn’t have cared, because the statue called to you like a beacon.

The instant you lay a hand on it, you could feel the world breathe a sigh as a portion of your power returned to you. A rush of air tinged with Anemo buffeted you and the tree joyously, and you chuckled and smiled into the wind.

“I’m back.”

“Your Grace!” A person dressed in fancy green and white clothes seemed to appear out of thin air from the speed he flew over, beaming all the while. “Your Grace, You’re finally here! The festival is all set up, we’re just missing You, O Holy Breeze!”

This person... You squinted slightly. There were remnants of your power within him, though less than the statue. Just what had Teyvat been up to while you were sleeping?

You raised your hands as if to fend him away. “Slow down, who exactly do you think I am?”

“Your Grace?” he asked in bewilderment.

“Answer me first.”

After a brief hesitation, he twirled and bowed with a flourish. “You are the First Breath, the Guiding Wind who accompanies all, the Creator of Teyvat and its every marvel! Every pebble, tree, and shrub was nourished under Your loving hands. You are the one worshipped above all, and we have been waiting most anxiously for Your return.”

What the hell, you thought pointedly at Teyvat.

In response, the wind whispered to you, Barbatos, wind sprite, Anemo Archon, a void where there was once god-heart-gnosis.

Putting aside how the world itself was being suspiciously helpful, you were now face to face with the dragon’s delusions which seemed to not be limited to the dragon. No, if you were understanding things correctly, this was something shared by large swathes of the population. Only one problem: you were not a Creator or creator, of Teyvat or otherwise. To give life was far beyond your abilities. No deity you knew of could do it either.

You could sort of understand how such a belief might have come to be, if you turned around and looked at it sideways. The process of saving this world from its slow march toward destruction had necessitated merging yourself with Teyvat to share your life force, and this had won you major brownie points with it. If an abstract version of that event was somehow passed down, then your power was extracted to fill things like the statue and this young man... If they could feel you as distinct from Teyvat itself, which you were, then you supposed that it wasn’t impossible for them to assume that you had more agency in their fate than you did. Still ridiculous, though.

This is the problem with magical worlds, you thought despairingly, cults everywhere.

“I didn’t create Teyvat,” you tried to explain, but Barbatos only tilted his head questioningly.

“What are you talking about, First Breath? If it is rejection You fear, please do not, for there is no need. Your return will only bring joy,” he said.

You gave up. This level of conviction wasn’t something that could be shaken in a single conversation. “Alright, fine,” you sighed, “let’s... let’s go to Mondstadt, then.”

“Oh You’ll love it, Your Eminence!” Barbatos chirped, bouncing on his toes with a grin. It appeared as if gravity had no hold on him. “The Church has covered the streets with flowers, flags, and everything they can get their hands on! The Knights of Favonius have set up stalls and shows and even a parade, while the noble families are also planning something, though they’re being quite secretive about it. And the wine! I’ve heard Master Diluc -- he’s the owner of Mondstadt’s biggest winery -- is going to break open his best vintage of dandelion wine, I’m looking forward to it...”

You let Barbatos’ chatter wash over you as the two of you walked northwest. Mondstadt the nation was a land of gentle breezes and temperate climate now, but you could see hints of a violent past in the landscape. Here, a dip between hills that was once a crater. There, a cliff face eroded until it was a shadow of its jagged former self. You wondered how many wars this world had suffered.

You wondered if Barbatos won his seat through conflict, as you did your godhood. You had been mortal once too, maybe a human, maybe some other creature, before you achieved great feats during a war and ascended beyond mortality. That was perhaps why you felt kinship at the sight of Teyvat’s ruin, despite the aeons you lived that left only faint impressions of your origin.

Did you have family that you left behind in your homeworld, or friends? Comrades? Almost certainly; it was a war, after all. You pushed the thought away.

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notapradagurl7 · 2 months ago

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Not A Dream.

JoeyBada$$ x BlackFem!Dom!Succubus! Reader

Summary: In the depths of his mind, a dream of you soon became a reality when he invited you to come over, and called him. He didn't know that you were a succubus?

A/N: Happy spooky season, enjoy!🫡❤️ don't forget to leave a like, comment & reblog to support, feel free to ask for a request if you like!

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Warnings: +18, pwp, dirty talk, biting, choking, dirty talk, creampie(a succubus needs cum to survive,) succubus reader, riding, dominant reader, spanking, unprotected sex(wrap it up) couch sex, praise, a submissive Joey, dacryphilia, nipple play, orgasm control (male receiving) briefly of this fic is a nightmare but he wakes up, innocent reader, corruption kink.

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“Fuckk…Joey, right there..”

His bare back was comfortably slouched against the couch, his hooded eyes fixed on the woman with your rich, melanated skin as you tilted your head back in delight, your hands placed on the armrest for support. Both were breathing heavily, the sound escaping their lips. His hand adorned with gold rings gently gripped your throat, momentarily constricting your airflow, eliciting a soft harsh gasp from you. Your glasses perched precariously at the edge of your nose.

Joey swiftly bucking his hips smirking devilishly, as you whimpered softly, your nails scratching at his biceps and chest. “J-Joey I'm got—fuck fuck..” you moaned roughly, you quickly grabbed his wrist that was still around your throat. The pleasure coursed through your body over and over again, unable to keep himself quiet, moaning quietly.

He moaned lowly and watched you lean down to kiss him but instead, your eyes glowed shone bright gold, and your fangs pierced his neck as you brought your lips to his ear, whispering. “I own you now..”

Joey's eyes flew open, abruptly awakening from his slumber on the black couch. He was panting heavily, beads of sweat accumulating on his forehead. His gaze fell to his boner, noticing a small damp spot on his grey shorts.

The recurring nightmare he had over and over again was bizarre, simple fantasies of you with your ass in the air, your back arched, you moaning his name repeatedly tugging at his heartstrings.

Was the man in love already? Possibly, whatever called out to him he has to answer.

What he didn't know was that you were a succubus, successfully gathering victim after victim through the day and night and leaving them to rot.

But you decided to spare Joey because he intrigued you in a way that none of your other conquests had. Taking on your human form was a good idea, sinking your teeth into each one.

You couldn't reveal your true form to him yet, you wanted to enjoy him for the pleasure you were going to experience. Perhaps bite him again.

There was something about his spirit, the way he held himself, that drew you in like a moth to a flame.

“Fuck..” He mumbled, running a hand down his face, the male stood up from the couch and stepped into the bathroom. Bringing his face to the mirror.

The reflection staring back at him was one of confusion and desire. He splashed cold water on his face, trying to shake off the remnants of the dream.

“This is fucking insane, Joey,” he muttered to himself. As he toweled off and dressed in a fresh pair of grey sweatpants and a matching tee shirt, after a cold shower, he couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off.

Joey walked out of the bathroom with his mind on that recent nightmare he had, it felt all too real to him. It ended in the same way, a bite.

He glanced at the clock on the wall, its red digits glaring back at him. It was still early, but sleep was now a distant memory. The images of you lingered in his mind, vivid and tantalizing.

The vividness of the dream felt like a warning, or perhaps an invitation. He decided to call you.

The young male gently plopped on his couch and reached for his phone, With a deep breath, he picked up his phone, hesitating for a moment as he scrolled through his contacts until he found your name. His fingers hovered over the screen, anxiety bubbling in his chest.

Pursing his lips, he tapped your name and listened to the ring. “What if she doesn’t answer? What if I sound stupid?” But the thought of you kept pulling him back, a siren’s call he couldn't resist.

Holding the phone close to his ear, after the line trills he heard you pick up. His heart skipped a beat when he heard your voice, “Hello? Joey? ” You asked, your voice soft yet slightly raspy from just waking up, sounding surprised yet amused.

“Hey, it's good to hear your voice." Joey tried to steady his racing thoughts.

"I know it's really late, but would you like to catch up and come over?” He asked gently, raising his brows.

“Yes, I would love to, I’ll be on my way over there,” you replied with a yawn, wanting some company.

Hanging up the phone, he placed his device back on the coffee table, his heart racing with growing fervor.

With the women he spent his time within a day, he cut all of them off immediately. He could only think of you, you've been coming through his dreams a lot and he can make out your face since you are friends.

It's always been you, for some apparent reason. He found comfort in your presence, even if it was just over the phone.

You couldn't reveal your true form to him just yet, remaining in your second form of a mere mortal, you were thick, had dark brown skin, wore glasses and had Alicia Keys braids recently done and had a innocent kind of persona but a little freak in the sheets.

Moments later, Joey heard a timid knock on his door and he stood up from the couch, his sock clad feet made the way towards the front door.

As Joey approached the door, his heart raced faster. He took a deep breath and opened it, there you were.

The man almost forgot you were literally his next-door neighbor in the big yet quiet neighborhood, who was innocent yet you stood there in a cozy sweatshirt and matching sweatpants from the cold weather, a soft smile gracing your plump lips, some socks and crocs on your feet.

Your hair framed your face perfectly, and those glasses accentuated your captivating brown eyes. The warm glow of the porch light illuminating your features.

“Hey Joey,” you smiled, your voice warm and inviting. “Hope I’m not interrupting anything.”

“Not at all. I was just—thinkin’ about you.” Joey replied, scratching the back of his neck, trying to downplay the heat rising in his cheeks.

You stepped inside, glancing around the spacious living room. “Nice place you got here. Very cozy,”

“Thanks, it’s nothin’ fancy. Just a couch and some fuckin’ music, you know?” He replied, clearing his throat and closing the door behind himself. Locking it with a swift flick of his wrist.

You can sense the nervous energy radiating from Joey as he gestures for you to take a seat on the couch. The orange glow from the lamp pooled around the room, enveloping it in a comforting warmth.

You walked further into the living room as he followed behind you, plopping down on the couch, your demeanor relaxed yet inviting. “So…what’s up? You sounded a little frantic on the phone.”

Joey took a seat across from you, his heart pounding. “I just had one of those fuckin’ dreams again. The ones with you.” He paused, gauging your reaction. “It felt so damn real. It’s like I could feel everything.”

You leaned forward, your curiosity piqued. “Oh? Care to share?”

Obviously, you knew what he meant, but you wanted to hear it from him. Joey hesitated, searching for the right words.

He could feel the heat rising to his cheeks. “It was fuckin’ intense. You were there, and I could feel your hands on me. You were bitin’ me.”

“Biting you?” you teased, your lips curling into a playful smirk.

“Yeah,” he admitted, a shy smile tugging at his lips. “And it was like you were more than just yourself. Like you had this energy,”

You only sat there with your eyes glimmering with innocence. “What do you mean by ‘something else’?”

Joey swallowed hard, the atmosphere between you thickening with unspoken words. “It’s just a feeling I have. You were different from when we hang out. Like there was a part of you I hadn’t seen before.”

You leaned back, crossing your arms, your gaze unwavering. “Different how?”

“There’s a side to you that you don’t show. A side that’s more…intense.” He felt bold as he spoke, the dream still echoing in his mind.

You pushed your glasses to the bridge of your nose, pondering his words. “And does that make you nervous?” you asked him.

Joey shook his head from side to side, his demeanor now more confident and a smirk curled upon his attractive face. “Nah, not nervous. I’ve always wondered if you had a wild side hidden beneath that cool exterior,” he said, his eyes never leaving yours.

Did Jo-Vaughn sense a corruption kink in the air, It didn't make him nervous? You had a feeling that he never feared anything but was instead drawn to the complexity and mystery.

Now was your time to be nervous, Your eyes quickly moved to the coffee table, avoiding his piercing gaze. The air around you seemed to thrum with anticipation.

“Look at me, Y/N..” He demanded with his voice raising an edge. You hesitated for a moment before slowly lifting your eyes to meet his, your heartbeat loud in your ears.

Your eyes hesitated before meeting his gaze again, uncertainty lacing your expression. The heat pooling in your cheeks, you cleared your throat and scooted closer to the young male.

“I ain't scared of you, Y/N” Joey spoke with confidence, as if he figured out your secret. But you knew he always did his research, not on the Internet. Through your trips with him to the library.

“Are you sure about that?” you asked him with a small smirk, teeth sunk between your bottom lips. Awakening that demon from within you, steadily taking breaths to calm the sexual energy flowing from you.

“Show me that lil’ demon inside you, baby,” The young male said seductively,

Capturing his lips in a hungry kiss, the moment your mouths met it was as if a switch had been flipped. The kiss deepened, your hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer as he responded with equal fervor.

Joey’s hands found their way to your waist, gripping you tightly as he pressed you back against the couch, his body pressing against yours. You could feel his warmth, his desire radiating off him in waves.

“Fuck,” he groaned against your lips, breaking the kiss for a moment, his breath warm against your skin. “You’re so damn intoxicating.”

“Just wait until you see how intoxicating I can really be,” you replied with a teasing smile, your eyes glinting with mischief. You could feel the energy crackling between you.

You didn’t need to be told twice. With a swift motion, you pushed him back, flipping the dynamic as you straddled him. “You wanted to see, remember?”

His breath caught in his throat as you hovered above him, your body poised and ready. Clothes were littered across the floor and his eyes were on your body, the light from the lamp glimmered on your skin. His hand smacked your ass roughly causing you to hiss.

Just like his dream, your hands rested on the armrest of the couch and you gently slid down on his dick, gasping as every inch of him filled you completely, “All the way down..fuck..good girl..” he praised.

You began to move your hips against him, your glasses resting at the tip of your nose, “fuck…fuck..joey!” you cried out harshly, your tears falling from your eyelids. Nails left welts on his back, his

His head fell back against the couch with his hooded eyes watching your facial expressions change, you screaming for your life in pleasure, “You look so pretty while I fuck you,” he grumbled, his hand wrapped around your throat and squeezed it, your essence pooling around his dick completely. You couldn't speak but you could moan loudly.

“So you've been hiding this side from me?” Joey asked with a groan, his teeth sunk into his bottom lips. His hand had a vice grip on your waist, keeping you balanced and pleased. Smacking your ass roughly again while pinching your nipples and your words caught in your throat.

His dacryphilia and corruption kink kicked in at the right time, “I want to see you fall apart for me, every part of you break baby,” Joey urged on,

Resting the side of your face on his shoulder and your tongue gliding across his neck, pecking the bite marks you left, he grunted deeply and remembered the dream, he thrusts deeper, hitting all the right spots, and throwing your head back in ecstasy.

“So you're the demon from my dreams?” he grunted deeply, he went harder with his thrusts and groaned quietly. The energy was leaving him and entering him simultaneously, it felt good but he had to enjoy for now. Watching you scream loudly

He kept his grip on your neck and brought your face close to his, your eyes glow a red hue, “Joey,” you whispered, your breath hitching as you felt the intensity of his gaze upon you.

“You have no idea what you’re getting into.” you moaned softly, you picked up the pace with your hips and both of you went faster, harder. Breathes and whispers of each other’s names, The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room. Moaning in response.

“God, you’re so responsive, it's like you were made for you,” he breathed, lost in the rhythm of your bodies moving together.

You matched his pace and kept on until he was groaning, he bit down on his lips, “You hear that wet ass pussy?” he groaned in your ear, smacking your ass again and leaving a handprint.

With a low moan, he felt his climax in response and released his load of warm cum inside of you, quickly cumming with him as he wrapped his arms around you tightly, and felt your body shake weakly, “M-More..please..” you sobbed weakly, he thrusts to bury more of his cum inside you.

“J-just like that..” you sighed in bliss, he gently lifted you off of his dick and placed you beside him on the couch. You the energy flows through you.

“I gotta get you a plan B in the mornin’ baby,” He mentioned, kissing her lips tenderly.

You chuckled nervously, his forehead resting against yours. “Oh..um..you don't have to get that,”

He looked at you with confusion, “You're already on birth control?”

You hesitated for a moment, the weight of your truth hanging in the air. “I’m not just a human, Joey. I’m a succubus. You've read about us right?”

His expression shifted, curiosity piqued. “Yeah, I did, but I never thought until you showed up,”

“Wait…” he began, processing your words. “So you really are that ‘demon’ from my dreams?”

“Yes,” you confessed, “but I’ve never felt this way about anyone before.”

Joey’s eyes widened slightly, but there was no fear—only fascination. “So, you chose to spare me?”

“Something like that,” you nodded, a nervous smile gracing your lips. “You’re different, Joey. You intrigue me.”

He grinned, the warmth in his eyes returning. “Guess I’m lucky, huh?”

“Very lucky,” you teased lightly, feeling a weight lift off your shoulders.

“Then let’s make this a reality,” he said, pulling you closer, his voice low and serious. “No more dreams, just us.”

You smiled, your heart racing at the thought. “I can get used to that.”

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adrift-in-thyme · 2 months ago

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... Fic request for something with Blupee Wild? Congrats on the follower milestone <3

Tysm for the request @luna-loveboop <333 I hope you like what I came up with (and that you feel better really soon)

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Beneath the light of a silvery moon, Twilight looks much too pale.

He lies on his side on the bedmat, covered in a thick blanket. His eyes are closed, one arm propping up the pillow his head rests wearily upon. Every exhale is labored, every inhale dragged through fever-tight lungs.

Wild lopes towards him on tiny bunny feet. His movements are cautious and slow; his antennae twitch, curious, worried. The last thing he wants to do now is to awaken his brother. Not after all that he has endured today. And it is not as though he is in any definite danger. Time is keeping watch and his care of his ill descendant has been nothing short of attentive.

Add to that the fullness of the moon, the serenity of its all-encompassing light. It is the kind that dances with careful sorcery. The kind that peels back the humanity his body clings to, revealing the spirit within.

His blupee form is by no means a secret to everyone, and yet…he has not exactly been open about his unnatural situation either. Tonight is not a night when Wild should venture out of his little corner of darkness. Tonight is not a night when he should fall prey to worry.

But he can’t help it.

His brother is here, lying only a short distance from his own bedmat, shivering like a leaf tossed by a merciless wind. And that is something Wild cannot ignore.

So, forward he goes, past his fellow heroes, sleeping the sound slumber of worried exhaustion; past Time, shadowed form taut as a ready bowstring. Silent as the tranquil black above, ethereal coat reflecting the shuddering remnants of the dying fire, he moves toward Twilight.

Once there, he sits for a moment. With golden eyes as round and wide as an owl’s, he stares. The rancher looks even worse up close. Beads of sweat dot his furrowed brow. One hand is fisted in the blanket, knuckles still white from a death hold. The undersides of his eyes are framed in shadows that curve and carve deep along the form of his markings. There are tear tracks on his cheeks – new ones, since Time has only just wiped the old away – and their sorrowful trail gleams blue in Wild’s wake.

The rancher has only been sick for a day and Wild swears he has already become gaunt.

The broth he made for him earlier had not been a success. Neither had the bread or the potion brewed to be less bitter. At least, he had been able to keep down the herbal tea Wild had brewed. Everyone had seemed relieved when he finished the first cup and didn’t instantly turn an unhealthy shade of green. In the end, they had successfully coaxed him to drink two more cups.

Wild has done all that he can for now. He knows that deep inside. But it doesn’t feel that way.

Antennae drooping, he moves closer. Gently, he nuzzles Twilight’s cheek. His nose twitches at the familiar scent of mist-kissed forest and fresh springs, of sun-baked hay and the fur of beasts.

Twilight has always smelled like home. Felt like it too, in a way none of the other heroes do. Except…except for Time. He feels like home as well.

Wild nuzzles Twilight one more time for good measure, then, tucks himself beneath the rancher’s outstretched arm. Curling into a ball, he faces his brother, prepared for an all-night vigil. He will watch over him, comfort him, keep him safe. Even in this tiny form, these are things he can do.

Twilight shifts slightly, inhaling shakily. Eyes of gold flecked blue flutter open. A haze of feverish exhaustion hangs heavy upon them as he gazes at Wild.

“C-cub?” It is a croak, so hoarse it would be difficult to make out if not for their close proximity and Wild’s enhanced hearing.

He sets his paw on Twilight’s cheek, watches as his face splits into a tremulous grin. The rancher reaches out a trembling hand and runs his fingers through his silken fur. A sound caught somewhere between the chirp of a bird and the purr of a cat rises in Wild’s throat. An exclamation of joy at the touch.

“You're so…so small,” Twilight says in wonder.

His fingers find the spot just behind Wild’s antennae and scratch softly there, eliciting another happy purr. He chuckles.

“And so soft.”

The sheer elation in Twilight’s tired voice sends a thrill of welcome happiness through Wild’s heart. He snuggles closer.

“How…” The murmur is heavy with the return of slumber, tinged with distant curiosity. “Never seen you like this ‘fore, cub. What are y-you?”

I’m a blupee, Wild replies in the musical tones audible only to beasts. He cocks his head, thinking. It’s the creature my spirit takes the form of. It’s a long story, but it’s been happening ever since I woke up from my hundred year nap. Every time I step into the moonlight. I don’t really know why. I can do it on command too though.

“Like me,” Twilight whispers and his voice has grown oddly tight. “Did-didn’t know you were…”

Yeah. Wild blinks wide eyes, rests his head level with the rancher’s. I’m like you. Pretty cool, huh?

“Does it hurt?”

No. He heaves a small sigh. It actually feels natural. Like this is as much me as my Hylian form.

Twilight smiles then, small and trembling and dancing with emotions Wild cannot identify.

“I’m glad, cub,” he murmurs. “I’m r-really glad.”

Another series of shudders wrack his body and he winces, hissing through his teeth. In their wake he looks even more fatigued than before. His fingers still, eyelids drooping.

“S-sorry,” he breathes, “‘m not much company right now.”

Wild shifts so that he is pressed against him, hoping to provide some small warmth. At the very least, the welcome safety of companionship.

Don’t apologize. Rest. Get better. Then, we can go explore together. Like we did back in my Hyrule.

The rancher smiles again, small, wistful. “Yeah. That sounds nice.”

He breathes out, a sigh that’s weariness Wild can feel in his very soul. Only a few moments later, his face goes slack once more, the lines of discomfort smoothing out. Wild lays his head upon his paws and settles in.

Until then, I’ll watch over you.

#time pretending not to see the cuteness behind him: I love these boys so much #he’s absolutely telling Malon about this in his next letter #luna my beloved #trin answers #trin writes #follower milestone celebration #fic request #linked universe #linkeduniverse #lu wild #lu twilight #blupee wild au #sick fic

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real-fire-emblem-takes · 2 months ago

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Tellius reverse world is that Ashera immediately condemns the world to stone instead of slumbering. After thousands of years, Yune builds enough power to start setting beorc and laguz free to overturn her judgement and save the rest of world

Archanea reverse world is that Marth gets captured instead of Elice and Gharnef brainwashes him in hopes of using Falchion to kill Naga and preserve Medeus's rule. Elice is the protagonist and seeks to use the Fire Emblem to purify Marth from the dark magic and reclaim their nation. Starlight becomes her personal weapon in this version

Echoes reverse world is that Duma and Mila's original conflict didn't end until they slayed each other in a mutual kill, reducing the continent to various islands and scattering fragments of their powers across them. Humanity continued the struggle, using Duma's remnants to build weapons and fortresses, and Mila's to make the land fertile and harness magic. The dragon spirits call out to Alm and Celica to finally end their conflict by destroying these remnants and allowing them to finally rest

#reverse archanea sounds so cool👀#fe #fire emblem #fe2/15 #fire emblem valentia #valentia #fe1/3/11/12 #fire emblem archanea #archanea #fe9/10 #fire emblem tellius #tellius

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nayziiz · 7 months ago

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Stay | LN4

Summary: A new romantic prospect puts things into perspective in the best and worst ways possible.

Pairing: Lando Norris x OC (Cara)

Warnings: Angst, some smut and fluff

Masterlist

CHAPTER 7

The following morning, Lando made sure he was back on the couch before anyone woke up. As the first light of dawn crept through the curtains, he slipped out from under the covers with painstaking care, ensuring he didn’t disturb Cara’s peaceful slumber. He paused for a moment, looking down at her serene face, a soft smile playing on his lips as he brushed a strand of hair away from her forehead. The tender warmth in his chest was undeniable, a gentle reminder of the night they had shared.

But as much as he wanted to bask in the glow of these newfound feelings, reality beckoned with its harsh reminders. He quietly closed the door behind him, padding down the hallway with the stealth of a thief. Easing himself back onto the couch, he pulled a blanket over his shoulders, the remnants of the night still clinging to him like a fragile dream.

It wasn’t that he wanted to hide his feelings for Cara; in fact, the thought of being open about their connection filled him with a mix of excitement and anticipation. But the situation with Maya complicated everything. He didn’t want anyone to think poorly of Cara or himself, knowing how judgement could spread like wildfire in the Formula 1 world. His entanglement with Maya was a lingering shadow, one that cast doubts and uncertainties over the purity of his feelings for Cara.

Lando knew he needed to end things with Maya as soon as possible. But now, with the clarity brought on by his feelings for Cara, he realised that prolonging the inevitable was unfair to everyone involved. Maya deserved the truth, and Cara deserved his full, undivided heart—untainted by lingering ties to the past.

When Cara exited the bedroom later that morning, she tried her best to avoid his eyes, but it was a losing battle. Every time she glanced up, she found his gaze fixed on her, his eyes filled with a mixture of warmth and contemplation. It was as if he were studying her, committing every detail to memory, admiring her in a way that made her heart flutter and her stomach twist with guilt.

The memories of the night before surged through her, a cascade of emotions that left her breathless. She remembered the softness of his touch, the tenderness of his kiss, the way he had looked at her as if she were the only person in the world. But with those memories came the heavy weight of guilt, an insistent reminder of the reality they were now forced to confront.

Lando had a girlfriend. The thought gnawed at her, each repetition like a stone dropped into the still waters of her conscience, creating ripples that spread outward, disturbing her peace. Why had she let him kiss her? She should have stopped him, should have reminded him of his commitment to Maya. Instead, she had given in to the moment, to the feelings that had been building between them for so long.

Later that morning, the group made their way down to the harbour in two groups. Cara, seeking to put some distance between herself and Lando, chose to travel with Max and Pietra. As they made their way down the sunlit streets, the air filled with the scent of saltwater and the distant cries of seagulls, she tried to focus on the lively conversation around her, though her thoughts kept drifting back to the earlier conversation with Lando.

Upon reaching the harbour, the group reconvened and boarded a sleek yacht, its pristine deck gleaming in the morning sun. The excitement of the impending adventure seemed to buoy everyone’s spirits, filling the air with a contagious energy. Cara busied herself with the preparations, helping to unpack the food they had packed the day before ensuring everything was in order for the day ahead.

As she moved about the deck, she couldn't help but steal glances at Lando. He was with Max and Brandon, his laughter carrying over the gentle lapping of the waves against the hull. Despite the physical distance, the memory of their night together and the promise of what lay ahead lingered in her mind.

Just as she was starting to feel a bit more settled, a distant squeal echoed down the boardwalk. She turned towards the sound, her curiosity piqued. She placed the items in her hands down and went down the steps to see what was happening, with Lando hot on her heels to do the same.

“Is that Maya?” Cara asked, her voice a mixture of surprise and apprehension.

Lando's eyes widened in realisation. Clearly, he had forgotten he invited his girlfriend along for the day. He glanced at Cara, his expression a mix of guilt and panic.

“I... I didn't think she was actually coming,” he stammered. Cara turned to look at him, her eyes filled with a mixture of disbelief and confusion.

Cara's heart ached with the complexity of the situation. She didn't want to cause a scene or make things more difficult for Lando, but she also couldn't ignore the uncomfortable reality they now faced. She turned to walk away, the weight of the situation pressing heavily on her shoulders.

“Cara,” Lando began, grabbing her hand to stop her.

“Go greet your girlfriend, Lan,” Cara whispered, her voice tight with emotion as she pulled her hand out of Lando’s grasp.

He watched her ascend to the upper deck, each step feeling like a widening chasm between them. His heart ached with the realisation of how complicated things had become, his gaze lingering on her until she disappeared from view. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for the impending interaction.

“You didn’t forget me, did you?” Maya's teasing voice cut through his thoughts as she reached him. Lando forced a smile, though it felt strained.

“How could we forget the belle of the ball?” Max countered, his voice carrying a teasing tone as he made his way around Lando, carrying Pietra’s bag and towel from the car.

“Aw, I see Max missed me last night. I hope I can say the same about you?” Maya diverted the attention back to Lando, her playful smile masking the tension that simmered beneath the surface. “Did you at least have a good time?”

“It wasn’t bad,” Lando countered, his response carefully measured as he caught a glimpse of Cara making her way towards the front end of the boat with Flo in tow.

His eyes followed her, a pang of guilt tugging at his heart. He wanted to try and explain everything, but now wasn’t the time. As everyone settled in for the day ahead, Lando couldn’t shake the feeling of unease that gnawed at him. He stole glances at Cara whenever he could, each one a silent plea for understanding. But she seemed distant, her attention focused elsewhere, and he couldn’t blame her.

Finding a restroom on such a large yacht should not have been difficult, but Cara was finding it frustrating that every door seemed to lead to something aside from a bathroom where she could peacefully relieve herself. She had been high on sun and sea, the sand still clinging dryly to her skin as she moved around the interior of the yacht.

Her frustration grew with each wrong turn, each dead end, until finally, she stumbled upon a small hallway that seemed promising. With a sigh of relief, she pushed open the door at the end of the hallway, expecting to find the sanctuary she so desperately needed.

“Looking for something?” Maya's voice cut through the air, catching Cara just as she was about to open a door without knocking.

“Just the restroom,” Cara explained, trying to keep her tone casual despite the tension simmering beneath the surface.

“It’s not in there,” Maya retorted with a smirk. “Unless you want to see a naked Lando.”

Cara froze, her heart pounding in her chest as Maya's words hit her like a punch to the gut. The comment, unfounded and clearly meant to rile her up, was enough to leave Cara feeling blindsided and off-balance.

For a brief moment, doubt clouded Cara's mind as she tried to process Maya's words. Had Lando been intentionally avoiding her? Was he truly spending intimate time alone with Maya? The thought sent a surge of anger coursing through her veins, but she pushed it aside, refusing to let Maya's taunts get to her.

“I suggest you keep yourself far away from Lando,” Maya warned her. “He may be nice enough to keep you around, but it won’t be forever.”

Cara felt a surge of frustration and indignation at Maya's warning, but she knew better than to engage in a confrontation. With a tight-lipped smile, she nodded in response, refusing to dignify Maya's words with a response.

Cara spun on her heel, her jaw clenched in frustration. The weight of Maya's warning lingered in the air, a bitter reminder of the complexities of the situation she found herself in.

But Cara refused to let Maya's intimidation tactics deter her. With determination burning in her veins, she continued her search for the bathroom, her steps purposeful and resolute. She wouldn't allow herself to be intimidated or manipulated, not by Maya or anyone else.

As she moved through the yacht, her mind raced with a whirlwind of emotions. Anger, frustration, and confusion mingled with a steely resolve. She knew she couldn't let Maya's threats dictate her actions. She would confront Lando, demand answers, and assert her place in his life on her own terms.

“I have to wonder sometimes if you pretend to be daft or if you actually are,” Max's voice echoed from behind Maya as he appeared from one of the rooms, having changed into dry clothes. Maya turned, her expression a mix of surprise and confusion.

“I'm sorry?” she asked, taken aback by Max's sudden assertiveness.

“Do you not realise that your future with Lando rests entirely in Cara's hands?” Max continued, his tone firm. “If there's one person's opinion he will always take into account, it's hers. If she doesn't like you and tells him as much, you can kiss all of this goodbye.”

Maya's eyes widened in realisation, the implications of Max's words sinking in. She had never considered the impact Cara could have on her relationship with Lando, but now it was all too clear. The thought sent a chill down her spine, a sudden wave of uncertainty washing over her.

“Now, let me say this to you again,” Max's voice was laced with steel, his gaze unwavering. “Be horrible to her one more time, and I will make your life hell.”

Maya swallowed hard, the threat hanging in the air like a dark cloud. She had underestimated Max, and had thought she could push Cara around without consequences. But now she saw the error of her ways, and the realisation left her feeling exposed and vulnerable.

For a moment, Maya was speechless, the weight of Max's words bearing down on her. She glanced around, searching for a response, but found none. In that moment, she knew she had crossed a line, and the consequences of her actions were now staring her in the face.

With a silent nod, Maya swallowed her pride and took a step back, a newfound respect for Max and the power he wielded evident in her eyes. She may have underestimated him before, but she wouldn't make that mistake again.

When Cara finally emerged from her lengthy restroom search, she felt a mix of relief and frustration. The encounter with Maya still weighed heavily on her mind, leaving her feeling unsettled and off-balance. As she made her way back through the yacht, her thoughts consumed by the tension between herself, Lando, and Maya, she collided with someone, nearly stumbling backward.

“Sorry,” a familiar voice said, and Cara looked up to find Lando standing before her, slightly damp from an earlier swim.

Her heart sank at the sight of him, a whirlwind of emotions swirling inside her. Despite her best efforts to push aside her insecurities, she couldn't shake the image of him with Maya, laughing and smiling as if she didn't exist. Cara forced a smile, her voice strained.

“No, it's okay,” she replied, her words lacking the warmth she usually reserved for Lando. She couldn't bring herself to meet his gaze, afraid of what she might see reflected in his eyes. Lando's brow furrowed in concern as he studied her, sensing her unease.

“You OK?” Lando asked, his hands reaching out to gently rest on Cara's shoulders.

Cara stiffened at his touch, the warmth of his hands a stark reminder of the complicated emotions swirling inside her. She took a step back, shrugging off his touch with a forced smile.

“I'm fine,” she replied, her voice tight with tension.

Lando's brow furrowed in concern as he watched her retreat, a knot of worry forming in the pit of his stomach. He wanted to reach out to her, to ask her what was wrong and how he could help, but something in her demeanour told him to give her space.

With a heavy sigh, Lando watched as Cara stalked off, her figure disappearing into the crowd. He felt a pang of guilt gnawing at his conscience, knowing that whatever was bothering her, he played a part in it. A few seconds later, Max walked past, his expression grumpy from his encounter with Maya.

“Max, wait,” Lando called out, jogging to catch up with his friend. “Is everything alright?”

Max glanced at him, his expression guarded.

“Just peachy,” he replied tersely, though the tightness in his voice betrayed his true feelings.

“Why is everyone so grumpy all of a sudden?” Lando asked Max, concern etched into his features.

“If you’re referring to Cara, she has every right to be,” Max countered, his tone tinged with frustration. Lando's brow furrowed in confusion.

“What happened?” Lando quickly asked, his heart sinking at the thought that Maya might be the cause of Cara's distress. Max hesitated for a moment, his expression conflicted. But then the words spilled out before he could stop them.

“Your girlfriend is making her miserable,” he admitted, his voice heavy with regret.

“Maya is not my girlfriend,” Lando grumbled, his frustration evident in his tone as he tried to clarify the situation.

“Excuse me?” Maya exclaimed, her voice sharp with disbelief as she turned the corner, only catching the part of the conversation that she wanted to hear. “So, I’m not your girlfriend, then?”

Lando sighed, running a hand through his hair as he tried to navigate the sudden confrontation.

“I told you I didn’t want to be in a relationship,” he reminded her, his words firm but tinged with regret.

And then, as if on cue, everyone seemed to be standing on the same deck, listening to the exchange with varying degrees of surprise and curiosity. Max and Pietra exchanged a knowing glance, the tension in the air palpable as they watched the scene unfold before them. They had suspected there was more to Lando and Maya's relationship than met the eye, but now it seemed the truth was coming to light. Maya's face flushed with embarrassment and anger, her eyes flashing with indignation.

“You led me on,” she accused, her voice trembling with emotion. Lando's jaw tightened, his own frustration rising to the surface.

“I never meant to,” he insisted, his tone defensive.

As the tension in the air thickened, Cara felt a surge of empathy for Maya, despite everything that had transpired between them. She could see the hurt in Maya's eyes, the betrayal etched into her features, and it struck a chord within her.

But before anyone could say another word, the silence was broken by the sound of footsteps approaching from behind. Flo appeared, her expression a mixture of confusion and concern as she took in the scene before her.

“You’re disgusting, Lan,” Maya whined, her voice tinged with hurt as she shoved his shoulder, the frustration of rejection bubbling to the surface.

For a second, Cara took a step closer, almost instinctively wanting to protect Lando from Maya's anger. But she hesitated, uncertain of her place in the unfolding drama.

“You agreed it would only be a friends with benefits thing,” Lando continued, his tone defensive as he tried to defend his actions. Maya's face twisted in disbelief, her eyes flashing with anger.

“That doesn't give you the right to treat me like this,” she shot back, her voice trembling with emotion. As the tension between them escalated, Max stepped forward, his expression stern as he intervened.

“I don’t think this conversation is meant for everyone,” he interjected, his tone firm as he turned Lando slightly so he could see Cara standing not far behind him.

Lando's heart sank as he followed Max's gaze, catching sight of Cara standing there with her arms crossed over her chest, her expression unreadable. He felt a pang of guilt gnawing at his conscience, knowing that he had hurt her by getting involved with Maya in the first place.

Cara's eyes met Lando's for a fleeting moment, a silent exchange passing between them that spoke volumes. She could see the remorse in his eyes, the regret etched into his features, and it stirred something within her.

As everyone separated to allow Lando and Maya to continue their heated conversation, Cara felt a heavy weight settle in her chest. The atmosphere had been spoiled, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife. Awkwardness hung in the air as they waited for Lando and Maya to return to the upper deck.

After what felt like an eternity, Cara made the call to end the day early for everyone. It was clear that the outing had taken a turn for the worse, and she didn't want to prolong the discomfort any further. With a heavy heart, she approached the captain and asked him to take the yacht back to the harbour.

Ten minutes later, the yacht was docked, and the group began to disembark. Max and Pietra were the first off, their expressions solemn as they exchanged glances. Flo and Brandon followed, their steps hesitant as they made their way onto solid ground.

Cara hesitated for a moment, lingering on the deck as she recalled Lando and Maya's tense exchange. She wanted to stay and make sure everything was resolved, but she knew it was best to give them space to work things out on their own.

Finally, she turned and made her way down to the cars, her heart heavy with disappointment. This was not how she had envisioned their day ending, and she couldn't shake the feeling of unease that lingered in the air.

As they reached the cars, Lando jogged up to them, his expression troubled with Maya nowhere in sight. Cara's heart clenched at the sight of him, knowing that he was suffering the most out of everyone involved.

“Flo, Brandon, can you drive back with Max?” Lando asked, his breaths coming out in short gasps, the urgency evident in his tone.

“What about Cara?” Flo asked, her brow furrowed in confusion.

“She’s driving back with me,” he informed them, his voice tinged with determination. Lando’s gaze flickered to Cara, who was slowly making her way towards his Jolly.

As Flo and Brandon exchanged a puzzled glance, they nodded in understanding and made their way over to Max's car. Lando watched them go, his mind racing with thoughts of what he needed to say to Cara.

Once they were alone in the car, Lando drove in silence for a few minutes, the tension between them palpable. Finally, he pulled over to the side of the road, causing Cara to look at him with confusion.

“What did she say?” Lando asked abruptly, his voice tense as he turned to face her. Cara blinked in surprise, taken aback by the sudden question.

“What?” she asked, her confusion evident in her tone. She couldn't understand why Lando was bringing up Maya now, especially after everything that had happened on the yacht.

“Maya. What did she say to you before I bumped into you earlier?” Lando clarified, his tone urgent as he searched Cara's eyes for answers. Cara hesitated, her mind racing as she tried to recall the exchange.

“I was looking for a bathroom,” she began slowly, her brow furrowing in concentration. “And she stopped me, saying I shouldn’t open that specific door unless I wanted to see you… naked.”

Lando's jaw tightened at Maya's words, a mixture of frustration and anger simmering beneath the surface. He couldn't believe Maya would stoop so low as to make such a crude remark to Cara

“So, that’s why you were so mad when you bumped into me?” Lando wondered, his voice tinged with understanding as he processed Cara's confession. Cara hesitated again, her gaze dropping to her lap as she struggled to put her feelings into words.

“I realised I couldn’t have you, not the way she could,” she confessed, her voice barely above a whisper as it faded into the breeze, making it difficult for Lando to hear her. “A kiss and a few cuddles mean nothing in comparison to what she has with you.”

Lando's heart clenched at Cara's words, the weight of her confession settling heavily on his shoulders. He wanted to reach out to her, to reassure her that she meant more to him than she realised, but he knew that words alone wouldn't be enough to ease her pain.

“That’s bullshit and you know it,” Lando argued, his tone firm as he started the car again. He refused to let Cara believe that she wasn’t important to him.

The rest of the day passed in silence between Lando and Cara. They moved about the apartment, each lost in their own thoughts, the weight of their unspoken emotions hanging heavy in the air.

Lando busied himself in the simulator room with Max and Brandon, throwing himself into the familiar routine of testing and tweaking, the hum of the machines providing a welcome distraction from the turmoil churning inside him.

Meanwhile, Cara retreated to the terrace, seeking solace in the pages of a book as she tried to drown out the tumultuous thoughts racing through her mind. The warm breeze brushed against her skin, carrying with it the faint scent of the sea, but even the tranquil setting couldn't soothe the ache in her heart.

As evening approached, they found themselves in the kitchen, a space that had once been filled with laughter and camaraderie now steeped in silence. They moved around each other with a practised efficiency, their movements synchronised yet devoid of their usual warmth.

Even as they prepared dinner together, the air between them remained heavy with unspoken words. They exchanged only a few terse sentences, their voices strained as they focused on the task at hand, the clatter of pots and pans echoing through the room in stark contrast to the silence that enveloped them.

As the lights flickered and went out throughout the apartment, plunging the space into darkness, Cara found herself once again on the couch, the events of the day weighing heavily on her mind. She knew sleep would elude her tonight, her thoughts swirling and tumbling like the restless waves outside.

With a heavy sigh, she pulled the blanket up under her chin, seeking solace in the comforting warmth it provided. But even as she stared out at the twinkling lights of Monte Carlo, her mind continued to race, the events of the day replaying over and over in her mind like a broken record.

She couldn't take it anymore. The silence was suffocating, the weight of her thoughts pressing down on her chest like a leaden weight. With a determined resolve, she got up from the couch, the blanket wrapped tightly around her shoulders, and made her way to his bedroom door.

She didn't bother knocking. Instead, she pushed the door open softly, her heart pounding in her chest as she peered into the dimly lit room. She found him sitting on the bed, bathed in the soft glow of his phone screen, his face illuminated by the flickering light.

“Hey,” he whispered, his voice barely audible above the hum of the night.

“Hey,” she whispered back, her voice barely a whisper as she stepped into the room, the blanket trailing behind her like a protective shield against the darkness.

As Cara shut the door behind her and approached the bed, she felt a sense of relief wash over her. The familiar scent of his cologne enveloped her, offering a small measure of comfort in the darkness.

With a sigh, she let the blanket fall to the floor, the weight of the day finally catching up to her as she crawled beneath the covers. She didn't speak, didn't offer any explanation for her sudden appearance. Instead, she simply pulled the covers closer to her chest and stared up at the ceiling, lost in her own thoughts.

“What’s wrong?” Lando's voice broke the silence, his concern evident in the gentle tone of his voice. But Cara remained silent, her mind a jumble of conflicting emotions.

Unsure of what to make of her silence, Lando set his phone aside and turned to face her, his brow furrowed in concern. He reached out to gently brush his thumb across her jawline, his touch light and tentative.

"Cara," he implored softly, his voice filled with a mixture of concern and confusion. He searched her face for any sign of what was troubling her, the night light casting a soft glow across her features.

Cara turned to look at him, her eyes reflecting the faint light as she met his gaze. For a moment, they simply stared at each other, the weight of their unspoken emotions hanging heavy in the air.

“Your couch isn't very comfortable to sleep on,” Cara stated, her voice soft as she avoided meeting his gaze. Lando knew she was lying; they both knew that wasn't the reason she had sought refuge in his bed again. “I was hoping you wouldn’t mind me crashing here again?”

“Of course,” Lando nodded, his heart aching at the sadness he saw in her eyes. He sat up, his upper body exposed without a shirt, as he swung his legs over the edge of the bed, giving her space to make herself comfortable.

Cara shifted beneath the covers, her gaze fixed on a spot on the wall as she hugged her arms to her chest.

“You can stay,” she mumbled, her voice barely above a whisper. Lando hesitated, his heart torn between the desire to comfort her and the fear of crossing a line.

“Wouldn't that be a bad idea?” he countered, his tone mirroring the sentiment she had expressed just a few days prior. He stood up and began to search for a shirt to wear, hoping to break the tension that hung heavy in the air between them.

“Lan,” she called out to him, her voice tinged with urgency as she sat up, her heart pounding in her chest. Lando paused, his hand hovering over the shirt he had been about to put on.

“'ll take the couch tonight,” he informed her, his tone final as he avoided meeting her gaze.

“Lan,” she called out again, frustration creeping into her voice as he refused to acknowledge her.

Growing increasingly infuriated by his lack of response, Cara threw back the covers and got out of the bed, determination burning bright in her eyes as she approached him.

“Cara,” he mumbled when she grabbed his hand, her touch sending a jolt of electricity through him. But she didn't release her grip, her eyes searching his face for any sign of understanding.

“Don't sleep on the couch,” she insisted, her voice laced with a deeper motive. “Please, stay with me.”

As Cara's words sank in, Lando felt the last remnants of his resolve slip away. With a sudden surge of emotion, he let go of the shirt in his hand, letting it fall forgotten to the floor, as he closed the distance between them in a single stride. Their lips met in a fierce, passionate kiss, a collision of longing and desire that ignited a fire between them. In that moment, everything else faded away, the weight of the world lifted from their shoulders as they surrendered to the undeniable pull between them.

With an urgency born of years of pent-up emotion, Lando scooped Cara into his arms, her legs instinctively wrapping around him as he carried her back to the bed. They tumbled onto the soft mattress, their bodies entwined in a tangle of limbs as they lost themselves in each other.

In that moment, there were no words, no barriers between them. There was only the heat of their bodies pressed together, the rhythm of their breaths mingling in the air as they surrendered to the passion that consumed them.

As their kiss deepened, Lando couldn't suppress the primal groan that escaped his lips, the sensation of Cara's tongue intertwining with his igniting a fierce hunger within him. He felt himself growing hard in his boxers, the desire coursing through him like a wildfire.

His hands roamed eagerly under her shirt, tracing the curves of her waist with a feverish intensity. The feel of her soft skin beneath his fingertips sent shivers of pleasure racing down his spine, igniting a primal need that threatened to consume him.

Meanwhile, Cara's hands remained tangled in his hair, her touch both tender and possessive as she urged him closer, her nails digging into his scalp with a delicious urgency. But then, driven by an overwhelming desire to feel him closer, her hands moved down to grip onto him, pulling him impossibly closer until there was no space left between them.

Lando paused for a moment, his chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath after the unexpected surge of passion. He studied Cara's flushed face and swollen lips, the desire reflected in her eyes mirroring his own.

“Do you want to stop?” he asked her, his voice hoarse with emotion.

Cara's breath hitched in her throat, her heart pounding in her chest as she struggled to find the words to express the depth of her desire.

“No,” she managed to stutter, her voice barely above a whisper as she met his gaze with unwavering intensity. “Do you?”

Lando's heart skipped a beat at her response, a surge of relief flooding through him at her affirmation.

“No,” he agreed, his voice filled with a mixture of longing and determination as he closed the distance between them once again, capturing her lips in a searing kiss.

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nina-ya · 1 year ago

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Hi there I hope you're doing good!

If it's not too much trouble, can we ask for post time skip Luffy comforting female reader after she had a nightmare and snuck into his bed?

Thanks!

A/N: Hi anon! I am doing well I hope you're doing fantastic! and if you're not, I hope this makes your day a bit better! I hope you enjoy <3 Pairing: Luffy x reader WC: 694 CW: none, pure comfort and fluff.

You jolt awake, a gasp escaping your lips, and your eyes snap open. Your chest heaves with the remnants of fear and anxiety from the nightmare that had just gripped your sleep. Your eyes dart around the dimly lit women’s quarters of the ship, searching for something to anchor you to reality. They eventually settle on the silvery glow of the moon, its soft light streaming in through the porthole, casting a calming radiance over your surroundings.

The suffocating sense of dread that the nightmare had left you with clings to your skin, but the moonlight's touch starts to ease your racing heart. Determined to escape the lingering fear, you slip out of your bed, being careful not to disturb Nami and Robin. You decide to make your way through the ship's darkened corridors.

As you navigate the passageways, the wooden planks beneath your bare feet creak softly with each step, a soothing rhythm to your otherwise racing thoughts. The ship itself seems to be in a deep slumber, the occasional gentle creek and sway of the ship serving as a reminder of the world you call home.

Finally, you reach the door of the Captain's quarters. Pushing it open carefully, you stepped into the dark room bathed in dim, ambient light. Luffy is sprawled out on his bed, sound asleep. His snoring resonates through the room, obnoxiously loud, but somehow endearing in its own way. The blanket lies in disarray, barely covering his limbs.

You slip into the bed beside him, your arms reaching out to grab one of his limbs for comfort. Luffy stirs in his sleep, his eyes widening with surprise as he discovers you clutching onto him. "Hey, what's wrong?" Concern quickly fills his voice as he gazes into your eyes, which are brimming with tears.

Luffy wastes no time in wrapping his strong arms around you, his larger frame enveloping yours in a protective embrace. You bury your head into his chest, seeking solace in his comforting presence.

"It's just a nightmare," you whisper, your voice trembling. "But it felt so real."

Luffy's face contorts as he wonders how to console you. His eyes light up with an idea, and he speaks with a hint of cheerfulness, "You know, I had a nightmare once that I was hungry, and when I looked in the kitchen, there was no meat in there! I hope that never happens."

You can't help but sniffle and look up at him in confusion, his attempt at empathy falling somewhat flat. However, it does manage to interrupt your active crying, and you notice a warm smile on Luffy's face as he acknowledges your pause.

But then, his expression turns serious, and he lowers his voice as he hesitantly decides to open up to you. "You know… I sometimes still get nightmares about... him," he admits, his laughter carrying a nervous edge. "But, it's just that. Just a nightmare. And no matter how real they feel, it's just a dream. I am much stronger than before, and I will never let anything bad happen to you. Promise."

He extends his pinky finger toward you, a symbol of the unbreakable vow he's making. With tears still glistening in your eyes, you lock your pinky with him in a promise, a soft smile spreading across your lips as you sniffle.

Luffy's eyes light up once more, and he grins at you, his determination to protect you shining through. "And if anything does happen to you, I'll make sure to punch it away!" He declares, his fearless spirit rekindled.

In the embrace of the night, you find comfort in Luffy's promise, his reassurance soothing your troubled soul. Luffy, in his own unique way, brought comfort to you. As you lay there, his arms around you, the gentle rise and fall of his chest lulling you into a serene state, you realize that within the confines of this simple but profound promise, you've found an anchor in the storm of your fears. With a deep breath, you let the warmth of his promise envelop you, granting you peace as sleep gradually reclaims you, cradled within the protective embrace of Luffy.

#one piece #one piece x reader #one piece fluff #monkey d. luffy #monkey d. luffy x reader #luffy x reader #luffy

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Possession: a Jey Uso x Rhea Ripley x Jimmy Uso fanfic.

Chapter 2: New Gear

The morning sun spilled into the hotel room, casting a warm glow that mingled with the soft sounds of the bustling city that is Houston below. Jimmy sat on the balcony, an iPad perched on his lap, surrounded by the gentle breeze that rushed through his body. His fingers danced across the screen as he sketched out designs, a mix of excitement and uncertainty swirling within him.

He sipped his coffee, the rich aroma grounding him as he looked out at the horizon, deep in thought. Rhea was still sleeping inside, her peaceful face oblivious to the whirlwind of emotions that had gripped them both since Jey’s injury. Jimmy wanted to lift her spirits, to help her find a new identity in the ring that was distinctly her own. But each doodle he created felt lackluster, like shadows of what could be.

Then, an idea sparked. He switched apps and began pulling pictures from Google, gathering inspiration and crafting a vision that merged their styles. His creativity was a gift he shared with Rhea, and he wanted to make something special for her—a reflection of her strength and individuality.

Once he finished, he couldn’t help but smile at the design. It was bold, vibrant, and a perfect blend of their personas. He made his way back inside, a sense of purpose driving him as he approached Rhea, still lost in slumber.

“Hey, Rhea,” he whispered, gently nudging her shoulder. She stirred, a frown crossing her features as she opened her eyes, still wrapped in dreams.

“Wha—?” she murmured, clearly annoyed at being woken up.

“I have an idea!” Jimmy exclaimed, a hint of excitement in his voice. He held out the iPad, showing her the designs.

Rhea blinked at the screen, her expression shifting from grogginess to curiosity. “What’s this?”

Jimmy leaned closer, his enthusiasm bubbling over. “I know you’re still sad about Jey not being here, and I’m not trying to replace him, but I thought we should separate ourselves a bit. I don’t want to live in his shadow or anything, you know? I think changing our gear could be a good step.”

Rhea studied the iPad intently, her interest piqued. Jimmy continued, pointing out the details. “So, I have a ton of leftover Uso Penitentiary bandanas. What I’m thinking is I can sew these bandanas into a crop top for you. Then, for this mini skirt, I could add more bandanas to give you some coverage. You can wear one over your mouth, and I’ll wear mine too. Then add some red fishnets and your wrestling boots. I even thought about these harnesses—one for your chest and one for your leg right here.”

As she absorbed his words, Rhea’s surprise began to morph into excitement. The red color scheme was a stark departure from the blue and black she had worn with Jey, a change that felt empowering. “I actually really like this,” she admitted, a smile breaking through the remnants of sleep. “It’s different and really unique.”

Jimmy grinned, the weight of uncertainty lifting. “I knew you’d like it. We can make this our thing. Let’s show the world what we can do as a team.”

Rhea’s eyes sparkled with newfound determination.

“How many bandanas you have in your suitcase?”

With that, the two of them sat together, pouring over the designs and making plans. The morning sun was brighter than before, illuminating a fresh path for both of them, one where they could embrace their identities while honoring the bond they shared with Jey.

As they sketched and laughed, the shadows of doubt began to fade, replaced by the vibrant colors of their future—together in the ring, ready to conquer whatever lay ahead.

The hours slipped by in a comfortable rhythm, the low hum of the portable sewing machine and their shared laughter filling the hotel room as Rhea and Jimmy worked on their new ring gear. They had only left once, a brief outing to a nearby fabric store, where they gathered the materials they needed for Monday’s debut of their fresh look. Now, surrounded by scraps of bandanas and threads, they were fully engrossed in bringing their vision to life.

Jimmy was focused on the mini skirt, meticulously sewing the bandana patches to ensure everything was just right. Meanwhile, Rhea sat across from him, threading pieces of the bandanas into his pants, occasionally pausing to check the design with a critical eye. They worked in tandem, an unspoken connection growing between them as they shared in the creative process.

Jimmy couldn’t help but feel a swell of pride each time he looked up and saw Rhea immersed in his design. He’d half-expected her to brush off the idea or make a few changes, but instead, she had embraced it completely. Her confidence in his vision stirred something deep inside him, a mix of satisfaction and something… more.

“Hey, can you try this on?” Jimmy asked, handing her the mini skirt he’d been working on.

Rhea raised a brow but shrugged, taking the skirt from him and standing to slip it on. As she adjusted the waistband, Jimmy couldn’t help but let his gaze linger on her, his eyes tracing the smooth line of her legs, the way her skin seemed to glow even under the dim hotel lighting. Every glimpse of her bare skin sent a jolt through him, stirring feelings he hadn’t anticipated.

He tried to focus on the work, to keep his attention on the details of the gear, but each time she moved, each time she laughed or offered him a small smile, he felt his resolve slipping. It was more than just physical attraction. With each shared glance, with every laugh they exchanged, he found himself seeing her differently, as if a veil had been lifted.

Rhea caught him staring a few times, but she only grinned, a teasing glint in her eye. She was used to people looking at her, admiring her strength and beauty, but with Jimmy, it felt different—more intimate. There was a softness to the way he watched her, a quiet longing that she was beginning to recognize.

Jimmy shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts. She was his brother’s girlfriend. This was Rhea—his friend, his tag team partner. But even as he reminded himself of this, his feelings continued to shift, defying reason. In his mind, Rhea was no longer just Jey’s girlfriend. The way she fit beside him, the way she shared in his ideas and embraced his creativity—it felt like something more.

He found himself craving her closeness, yearning for her in a way that made him ache inside. The thought of her being with Jey had once felt natural, a part of their family dynamic. But now, all he could think of was what it would feel like if she were his—if he could call her his own.

As Rhea finished adjusting the skirt, she spun around, catching Jimmy’s eye. “What do you think? Do I look fierce or what?”

Jimmy’s heart thudded in his chest as he forced himself to play it cool, a smirk tugging at his lips. “You look like a badass,” he said, keeping his tone light. But his gaze lingered a moment too long, the weight of his thoughts hanging unspoken between them.

Rhea held his gaze, her own smile softening as if sensing the shift. There was an intensity in the air, a silent understanding that neither dared to speak aloud. She could feel the heat of his stare, the way his eyes traced her with something deeper than just admiration.

“Alright, alright, back to work,” she said, breaking the tension with a laugh, though a faint blush colored her cheeks. She turned her focus back to the gear, but her thoughts were no longer on the fabric in her hands.

As the afternoon faded into evening, Jimmy wrestled with his feelings, torn between loyalty to his brother and the growing desire that threatened to consume him. The lines were blurring, and he wasn’t sure where friendship ended and something more began.

One thing was clear—whatever this was, it was starting to become more than just a partnership. One person oblivious and one person aching.

The energy between them had shifted throughout the day, unspoken but undeniable, lingering in the air as they sewed and crafted in comfortable silence.

Suddenly, Rhea’s phone buzzed on the table. She glanced at the screen, and Jimmy caught a quick glimpse of the name flashing across it—Jey. A flicker of guilt shot through him, his heart tightening as he looked away, trying to mask the emotions churning inside.

“I’ll be right back,” Rhea murmured, picking up her phone and stepping out onto the balcony to take the call in private. She slid the glass door shut behind her, leaving Jimmy alone in the room.

The moment she was gone, an anxious curiosity gnawed at him. He knew he shouldn’t listen, that it wasn’t his place, but he couldn’t help himself. He leaned back in his chair, straining his ears, catching only faint murmurs through the glass.

Outside, Rhea’s voice was low, soothing, as if she were trying to reassure Jey. “Don’t worry about me,” she was saying, her tone soft but firm. “I’m holding it together, I promise. Jimmy’s been a big help—he’s really got my back.”

The mention of his name made Jimmy’s heart race, a conflicting mix of pride and guilt swelling within him. He knew he was helping Rhea through a difficult time, but he also knew his feelings were no longer simple. His growing affection for her had started to eclipse his loyalty to Jey, and that realization felt both thrilling and terrifying.

Through the glass, Rhea continued to speak, her words softened by the muffled barrier, but the tenderness in her tone was unmistakable. She cared about Jey deeply; that much was clear. And as much as it hurt to listen, Jimmy knew that she was still tethered to his brother in a way he couldn’t touch.

After a few more moments, the call ended. Rhea took a deep breath, collecting herself before stepping back into the room. She caught Jimmy’s gaze, and he quickly looked away, trying to feign indifference, but she saw right through him.

“Jey sends his regards,” she said, offering a small smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. She looked tired, a mixture of emotions clouding her expression, though she tried to hide it.

“Good,” Jimmy replied, forcing a casual tone. He wanted to ask more, to pry into the details of the call, but he bit his tongue, knowing it wasn’t his place.

There was a beat of silence, a weight hanging between them as they stood there, each lost in their own thoughts. Jimmy could sense Rhea’s inner struggle, the loyalty she felt toward Jey clashing with the connection they were beginning to forge. It was a silent, shared understanding—one neither of them dared to voice.

“Want to get back to work?” Rhea finally asked, breaking the silence with a hesitant smile.

“Yeah,” Jimmy replied, his voice softer than usual. “Let’s finish this up.”

As the night settled around them, Jimmy and Rhea were making the final touches to their new gear. The atmosphere was quieter now, a little more intense, each of them immersed in their own thoughts. The only sounds filling the room were the soft clicks of the sewing machine and the occasional rustling of fabric.

Jimmy’s phone buzzed, pulling him out of his concentration. He glanced down, his heart skipping a beat when he saw Jey’s name light up on the screen. It was strange, reading his brother’s name. A wave of emotions hit him—guilt, possessiveness, and something darker that he couldn’t quite put into words.

He unlocked his phone and read the message.

Jey: Hey. Just checking in. How’s everything going with Rhea? She’s not giving you too much trouble, is she?

Jimmy’s jaw tightened slightly, the familiar warmth of brotherly love mixing with a gnawing resentment. He forced himself to respond as normally as he could.

Jimmy: Nah, she’s good, Uce. We’re just working on some gear, trying to stay busy for Monday.

He hit send, taking a quick glance at Rhea, who was busy stitching a piece of fabric and seemingly lost in thought. His fingers hovered over the keyboard, debating whether to say more. The possessiveness he felt over her had only grown stronger since she’d taken Jey’s call earlier. He couldn’t shake the feeling that Rhea belonged with him instead of his twin.

A reply came in from Jey.

Jey: Thanks for looking out for her, Jon.. I know she’s been worried about me. She tries to hide it, but I can tell every time we talk. I feel bad leaving her by herself to handle everything… just wish I could be there, you know?

Jimmy’s grip on his phone tightened as he read the words, feeling the twist of jealousy coil tighter in his chest. He wanted to be the one Rhea worried about, the one she’d miss when he wasn’t around. He took a slow breath, controlling the mask of casual indifference he wore so well, the feelings hidden beneath his easy-going facade.

Jimmy: Don’t worry, Uce. I got her. She’s in good hands.

The vibration of another message broke his thoughts.

Jey: You’re the best, man. I don’t know what I’d do without you right now. Just… keep an eye on her, yeah? She can be stubborn as hell when it comes to hiding her own pain. I’m worried she’s not letting herself really process all this, y’know?

Jimmy swallowed, feeling the weight of Jey’s trust pressing down on him, but the protectiveness he felt over Rhea only intensified. He took a second before responding.

Jimmy: Of course, bro. I’ll make sure she’s alright. You just focus on getting better. We got this.

As he slipped his phone back into his pocket, he felt Rhea’s gaze on him. She arched a brow, curious. “Who was that?” she asked, her tone casual but with an edge of curiosity.

Jimmy’s mask of indifference slipped into place effortlessly. “Just one of the guys,” he said smoothly, flashing her a quick grin to dispel any suspicion. “You know, just wrestling stuff.”

“Oh, really?” she asked, seemingly amused but unconvinced. “You’re not gossiping about me, are you?”

Jimmy laughed, the sound coming out easy and natural. “Come on, now. You know me better than that.” He shrugged, keeping the mask firmly in place. “Just talking about Monday. Everyone’s excited to see the new gear.”

Satisfied, Rhea returned to her work, though a faint smile lingered on her lips. She hadn’t noticed the depth of Jimmy’s gaze, the intensity he hid behind that casual mask. But Jimmy knew that he was walking a fine line—between loyalty to his brother and the growing desire to make Rhea his own.

As he watched her, his mind drifted to the text exchange with Jey. The guilt twisted within him, a bitter reminder of the lines he was dangerously close to crossing. But then his eyes fell on Rhea, and the possessiveness surged again, stronger than before. He didn’t want to just be her tag partner or her friend. He wanted to be the one she called her own.

And deep down, he knew he was willing to do whatever it took to make that happen, even if it meant betraying the one person who trusted him most.

“Let’s stop right here, we have to get up early to drive to Corpus tomorrow..”

—

November 18th, 2024 7:38 PM

The crowd in the American Bank Center buzzed with anticipation as the lights dimmed and the opening notes of Jimmy Uso’s entrance music resonated throughout the arena.

Michael Cole: “Welcome to Monday Night Raw! We are live in Corpus Christi, Texas, and tonight we have an action-packed show ahead! Kicking things off is none other than Jimmy Uso!”

Pat McAfee: “Oh, you know the energy is about to explode, Cole! Jimmy has been on a roll lately, and with his new partner Rhea Ripley by his side, anything can happen!”

Jimmy made his way to the stage, exuding confidence and charisma as he high-fived fans along the ramp. The crowd cheered enthusiastically, chanting “Uso! Uso!” as he flexed and danced to the rhythm of his entrance music.

Michael Cole: “Jimmy Uso is looking ready for action! This is a new chapter for him, especially with his brother Jey sidelined. Let’s see how he handles things tonight.”

As Jimmy reached the bottom of the ramp, the arena erupted into thunderous applause as Rhea Ripley’s music hit.

Pat McAfee: “And here comes Rhea Ripley! Listen to this crowd! What a way to make an entrance!”

Rhea burst onto the stage, radiating confidence in her striking new gear. She didn’t hesitate for a moment; she ran towards Jimmy and jumped into his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist.

Michael Cole: “What a display of chemistry between these two! Rhea is fearless!”

Jimmy caught her effortlessly and pulled down her bandana, revealing her fierce black and red makeup look. He grinned as Rhea leaned her head back, sticking her tongue out playfully, embodying her character with every move. The crowd surprisingly ate every single move up.

Pat McAfee: “Look at that! Rhea’s makeup and gear are absolutely phenomenal! She’s clearly stepping out from the shadow of her ex Jey Uso and making a name for herself alongside Jimmy!”

Michael Cole: “Now wait a minute Pat, they haven’t broke up!”

Pat McAfee: “Well it is heavily implied Cole with that bandana mini skirt she has on!”

After a moment, Jimmy set her down gently. The two shared a smile before making their way over to the commentary table, joining Michael Cole and Pat McAfee.

Michael Cole: “Jimmy and Rhea are here at the announce desk! This is a unique pairing, and they’ve definitely created a new style with their gear. A bold departure from what we’ve seen with Jey and Rhea!”

Pat McAfee: “It’s a total upgrade! I mean, Rhea’s red fishnets and harnesses really make her stand out, and Jimmy looks like a million bucks! This is a complete rebranding for both of them!”

As they settled in, the crowd continued to cheer. Jimmy leaned back in his chair, a proud smile on his face while Rhea adjusted her bandana, clearly enjoying the attention.

Michael Cole: “Fans, we’re gearing up for the semi-finals of the Mixed Gender Tag Team Tournament! It’s Maxine Dupri and Otis taking on Zelina Vega and Dragon Lee. The winner of this match will face Jimmy and Rhea at Survivor Series! Rhea .. care to entertain the WWE Universe on your thoughts?”

Rhea Ripley: “It’s going to be an incredible match. We’re ready for whoever wins! Jimmy and I have been training hard, and we’re excited to show everyone what we can do together.”

Pat McAfee: “Hell yeah! This is a different kind of power couple! I love the intensity and the fire you both bring. Who wouldn’t want to see that at Survivor Series?”

As the match was about to begin, Jimmy and Rhea exchanged confident glances, their determination clear. The atmosphere in the arena was electric, and the anticipation for their upcoming showdown only intensified.

Michael Cole: “Let’s get to the action! It’s going to be a night to remember here on Monday Night Raw!”

With that, the camera shifted to the ring, and the excitement in the arena reached a fever pitch as the semi-finals match kicked off, setting the stage for what was sure to be an unforgettable night.

The match between Maxine Dupri & Otis and Zelina Vega & Dragon Lee was intense, with both teams pulling out all the stops. The crowd was on their feet, and Michael Cole and Pat McAfee kept the energy high as they commented on each back-and-forth exchange. Finally, Dragon Lee delivered a stunning high-flying maneuver, pinning Otis for the three-count, securing the victory for his team.

Michael Cole: “And there it is! Dragon Lee and Zelina Vega are heading to Survivor Series to face Jimmy Uso and Rhea Ripley in the finals!”

Pat McAfee: “Oh, man! This is going to be huge! But wait… looks like Zelina’s got something to say!”

As Dragon Lee celebrated with his arms raised, Zelina Vega pointed directly at the commentary table and confidently made her way down, her eyes locked on Rhea. She strutted over with a smirk, grabbing a microphone as she approached the table.

Zelina Vega: “So, Rhea, you think you’re ready for Survivor Series? Think again. I’m coming for you, and there’s nothing you or your new little boyfriend here can do to stop me!”

Rhea immediately stood up, her eyes flashing with fury as, Michael Cole quickly passed a mic of her own, leaning forward as she sneered at Zelina.

Rhea Ripley: “Oh, I’m ready for you, Zelina. In fact, I’m more than ready. You’re all talk and no fight. At Survivor Series, I’m going to put you down so hard you won’t know what hit you.”

Zelina chuckled sarcastically and shrugged. “Is that so?” Then, without warning, she reached forward and smacked Rhea across the face. The audience gasped, and then erupted as Rhea’s expression shifted from shock to pure rage.

Michael Cole: “Oh! Did you see that?! Zelina Vega just slapped Rhea Ripley! She’s crossed the line!”

Pat McAfee: “This is about to explode, Cole! These two women are ready to tear each other apart!”

Rhea lunged forward, jumping over the commentary table, as she went for Zelina. The two women clashed, sending the fans into a frenzy as they grappled, pulling at each other’s hair and trading blows. Security started to move in, but the crowd was fully invested in the impromptu Survivor Series preview unfolding before their eyes.

Michael Cole: “This is chaos! This is a taste of what we’re going to see at Survivor Series, folks! Rhea Ripley and Zelina Vega can’t wait to get their hands on each other!”

Jimmy quickly intervened, wrapping his arms around Rhea from behind and trying to pull her back. She struggled in his grasp, still shouting threats and insults at Zelina as she reached out, desperate to get one last hit in. Jimmy leaned down, speaking quietly into her ear, and after a few moments, she seemed to calm down, her attention diverted back to him.

Pat McAfee: “I don’t know, Cole, I think Jimmy might be the only one who can calm Rhea down right now. He’s got her pulled back, but did you see the look on his face? I think there might be more to this partnership than meets the eye!”

Michael Cole: “The chemistry between these two has been undeniable, and the way he’s calming her down… it’s got the fans talking, that’s for sure!”

Rhea continued to hurl insults at Zelina as Jimmy pulled her back toward the ramp, keeping a firm hold on her as they made their way up. Rhea’s eyes were still locked on Zelina, her voice carrying over the roaring crowd as she promised to finish what they started at Survivor Series.

Rhea Ripley: “You better be ready, Zelina, because at Survivor Series, I’m going to end you!”

Jimmy held her close, his grip protective as he walked her up the ramp, occasionally whispering to her to keep her focused on him. Rhea’s intensity softened just slightly as she turned her attention to Jimmy, but she never stopped looking back, still yelling at Zelina until they disappeared behind the curtain.

Michael Cole: “If this is any indication of what we’re going to see at Survivor Series, then we’re in for an explosive match! Rhea Ripley and Jimmy Uso have fire and chemistry that’s undeniable.”

Pat McAfee: “Cole, I think Jimmy’s starting to get attached! Did you see the way he held her back? That wasn’t just a partner looking out for another; there’s something more there, and I think Rhea feels it too!”

Michael Cole: “Ladies and gentlemen, Survivor Series is shaping up to be one of the most exciting events of the year! Jimmy Uso and Rhea Ripley versus Zelina Vega and Dragon Lee… this rivalry just got personal, and I don’t think any of them are ready to back down.”

The fans continued to chant and cheer, still buzzing from the impromptu showdown, eagerly awaiting what would unfold between these teams at Survivor Series. The tension and growing connections between the competitors promised an unforgettable clash.

—

Rhea and Jimmy walked backstage, still riding the high from their intense encounter with Zelina. Jimmy kept his arm casually draped over Rhea’s shoulder, a small smirk on his face, clearly pleased with how the night had gone so far. Rhea, though still simmering with adrenaline, let herself lean into his hold for a brief moment as they walked.

As they rounded a corner, they found Hunter waiting for them, looking excited.

“Well, if it isn’t my two new stars,” Hunter greeted them, clapping his hands. “Did you hear that pop out there? The crowd loves you two together.”

Rhea gave a polite nod, still trying to cool down from the earlier clash. “Thanks, Hunter. What’s up?”

Hunter’s grin grew. “We’re making some storyline adjustments. Don’t worry—you’re still winning the Mixed Gender Tag Titles at Survivor Series, but we’re adding a new layer to it.”

Rhea raised an eyebrow. “What kind of layer?”

“A romantic angle,” Hunter explained. “We’re going to start building that chemistry between you two, teasing that there might be something more than just partnership. The crowd is eating it up already, and we think it’ll drive engagement through the roof.”

Rhea’s face tightened at the mention of a romantic angle, clearly uncomfortable. She had only recently begun adjusting to being paired with Jimmy after Jey’s injury, and this new twist made her stomach turn. She stole a quick glance at Jimmy, who looked more amused than anything, unfazed by the direction.

Seeing her hesitation, Hunter continued, “I’ve already spoken to Jey about it, and he’s totally behind it. He said he trusts both of you to keep things professional. Besides, it’s all just storyline. We’re not asking for anything real.”

But Rhea’s discomfort didn’t dissipate. She shot Hunter a tight-lipped smile before excusing herself. “I… I need a moment.”

Jimmy watched her walk away, a hint of something unreadable in his eyes. “I’ll talk to her,” he said to Hunter, giving a nod before following in the direction she had gone.

Rhea reached her locker room, slipping inside and locking the door behind her. She took a deep breath, her mind racing as she pulled out her phone. She needed to talk to Jey, to hear his voice and understand how he could be okay with this storyline.

Rhea held her breath as the line rang, each ring amplifying the unease sitting heavy in her chest. Finally, Jey picked up, his voice warm but tinged with fatigue.

“Hey, babe,” he greeted softly.

“Hey,” Rhea replied, trying to keep her voice steady. “I… I just talked to Hunter. He said he spoke to you about this new angle.”

There was a slight pause on the other end. Jey let out a slow sigh. “Yeah, he did. Look, I won’t lie, it makes me uncomfortable too. I don’t love the idea of you and Jimmy… you know, pretending to be more than partners. But Hunter mentioned the money we’d get from this. He said the merch sales would spike with this angle, and there’s a bonus if we can really pull it off.”

Rhea pressed her lips together, feeling her chest tighten. “I don’t care about the money, Jey,” she said, barely above a whisper.

“But, Rhea, it’s good money,” he reasoned gently. “Money we can add to our savings.”

She swallowed hard. Their savings. The one they’d been building together, for awhile now. That fund wasn’t just for any future—they’d built it for their future. They had dreams of her stepping back, of leaving the chaos of the wrestling world behind so they could start a family, live a quieter life. She’d always imagined those savings as a safety net that would let her retire early, be home, and maybe… start planning for the kids they both wanted.

“This… this is for us, Rhea,” Jey added, his voice a little softer now, as if he sensed the turmoil she was going through. “I know it’s asking a lot, and I know you’re not comfortable with this, but just think about it. It’s a storyline. It’s not real.”

She closed her eyes, her grip on the phone tightening. “It might not be real, but it feels… wrong.”

“Listen,” he continued, and she could hear the struggle in his voice too. “I trust you. And I trust my brother. We’re strong enough to get through this, and if this is what it takes for us to make something lasting from all this work, I’m willing to take that risk. But… if you’re not okay with it, we’ll find another way.”

Rhea’s eyes began to sting as she thought about it. She wanted to say no, to put her foot down and refuse, but the weight of their future hung between them. She took a shaky breath.

“If this is what it takes,” she said finally, her voice barely a whisper, “then… I’ll try. But only because it’s for us, Jey.”

“Thank you, babe. I know it’s hard. And I promise you, once this is all over, it’ll just be you and me,” Jey reassured her, his voice as steady as he could manage.

Rhea nodded, even though he couldn’t see it. “Just… promise me you’ll stay with me through this. I need to know you’re here.”

“Always,” he replied without hesitation. “We’re in this together. No matter what.”

She took a shaky breath, feeling both reassured and apprehensive. “Okay,” she whispered. “I love you.”

“Love you too, Rhea,” he said. “Just take it one day at a time, alright? We’ll get through this.”

They lingered on the line for a moment longer before Rhea finally ended the call. As she put her phone down, the room felt heavier, her resolve wavering. She knew she had to face whatever was coming, but a part of her couldn’t shake the unease lingering in her heart.

Jimmy knocked on the locker room door, and Rhea opened it, a mix of relief and apprehension washing over her as he stepped inside.

“Hey,” she greeted, forcing a smile despite the turmoil inside her.

“Hey,” he replied, leaning against the doorframe. He could sense the tension in the air, the unease radiating off her. “What’s going on?”

Rhea sighed deeply, her shoulders slumping slightly. “I just… I don’t know. I’m really uncomfortable with this whole angle we’re doing. It feels like it’s too much.”

“It’s all business, Rhea,” Jimmy reassured her, his tone firm yet gentle. “You know that, right?”

She nodded slowly, but the weight of her feelings still hung heavily in the air. “I just can’t wait to go home tonight. I miss Jey.”

Jimmy sighed, looking at her with a mix of concern and determination. “About that… Hunter wants to start building on this angle, so we have PR and photoshoots lined up for the next few days before our face-off on SmackDown with Dragon Lee and Zelina Vega.”

Rhea let out another frustrated sigh, rubbing her temples. “I really wanted to be home with Jey. This just feels wrong, like I’m betraying him or something.”

“I get it,” Jimmy replied, stepping closer. “But how about we change our flight to a later time? We could spend some time watching comedy movies and ordering room service. Just relax for a bit before all the craziness hits.”

Rhea looked up at him, her expression softening slightly as a small smile crept onto her face. “That actually sounds nice.”

“Great!” Jimmy said, returning her smile with enthusiasm. He felt a surge of happiness at the thought of spending more time with her, even if it was under these unusual circumstances.

As Rhea began to pack her clothes, rifling through her bag for a hoodie, Jimmy watched her intently. There was something about the way she moved, her determination, that made his heart race. He felt an overwhelming sense of possessiveness wash over him. Here she was, right in front of him, and he couldn’t shake the feeling that fate had handed him an opportunity he couldn’t let slip away.

He stepped closer, wanting to be near her, to soak in every moment. “You look good in that,” he said, nodding at the hoodie she pulled out.

Rhea glanced up, a flicker of surprise crossing her features before she smirked. “Thanks. It’s comfy.”

“Comfort looks good on you,” he replied, unable to hide the genuine admiration in his voice.

She blushed slightly at the compliment, and for a moment, the weight of the world outside faded away. It was just the two of them, caught in this bubble of shared energy. Jimmy couldn’t help but feel that with each passing second, he was inching closer to something more than just a partnership in the ring.

“Alright, let’s do this!” He said, trying to keep his tone light.

Rhea nodded, the smile lingering on her lips as she zipped up her bag. “Deal. Just promise me we won’t talk about any of this angle while we’re watching.”

“Promise,” he said, a playful grin spreading across his face.

—

10:18 PM

As Jimmy and Rhea settled back into the cozy atmosphere of the Omni Hotel room, the laughter from Addams Family Values filled the space, creating a warm backdrop for their light-hearted banter. Jimmy was genuinely enjoying the film, chuckling uncontrollably at the absurdity on screen.

“I gotta say, I’m really liking your choice of movies, Rhea. I don’t think I’ve ever seen this before,” he remarked between fits of laughter.

Rhea glanced at him, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “What’s your favorite character so far?”

Jimmy thought for a moment, then burst out, “That bald dude with his girlfriend! He’s hilarious!”

Rhea laughed, unable to contain her amusement. “You mean Uncle Fester and Debbie?”

“Yeah! That’s them!” He nodded eagerly, then mimicked the scene where Fester asks Debbie for a kiss. “Give me a kiss!”

“Give me a twenty!” Rhea shot back, both of them breaking into laughter again, enjoying the ridiculousness of the moment.

“Want some more wine?” Jimmy asked, gesturing toward the half-empty bottle on the nightstand.

Rhea nodded, “Yes please Jimmy..” her smile still bright. As he poured another glass, a thought struck him. “You know, you don’t have to call me Jimmy all the time.”

Rhea raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “What do you want me to call you?”

“Jon or Jonathan,” he said, playfully referencing his real name.

Rhea chuckled, shaking her head. “I’ll stick with Rhea. I hate my real name.”

Jimmy was surprised. “Wait, I’m sorry, but I’ve never even asked what your name is.”

She smiled at him, her expression softening. “It’s Demi.”

“Nice to meet you, Demi,” he said with a warm grin.

Rhea felt a flutter of warmth at the sound of her name, and she replied, “Nice to meet you too, Jon.”

Their eyes met for a moment, and there was a subtle shift in the air between them. It felt oddly comforting to share this new dynamic, the conversation flowing effortlessly as they continued to watch the movie. They slipped back into playful exchanges about the film, but there was an undercurrent of something deeper that lingered in the air, both of them aware of the growing connection.

After the credits rolled on Addams Family Values, Jimmy turned to check the time. It was already 11:01 PM. “Hey, are you hungry?” he asked, glancing at Rhea, who was still smiling from the movie.

“Yeah, but I can’t drive,” she replied, her tone light.

“Don’t worry about that; we can take an Uber,” Jimmy suggested with a grin.

Rhea laughed, shaking her head. “It’s already 11; everything is probably closed.”

“Oh, come on! This is Texas! They have Whataburger!” Jimmy shot back, his enthusiasm infectious.

Rhea raised her eyebrows in curiosity. “Whataburger? I’ve never tried it.”

“Then we have to go! Put on your shoes, sunglasses, and hoodie!” he urged, practically bouncing with excitement.

Once they were ready, they left the room and headed down to the lobby. The night air was warm as they stepped outside, and Jimmy pointed towards a glowing sign in the distance. “Look! Whataburger by the Bay!”

“Let’s just walk; we’re covered, so no one will recognize us,” Rhea suggested, feeling a mix of thrill and mischief.

They strolled side by side, with Jimmy animatedly explaining the iconic menu items, especially the Breakfast on a Bun burger, or BOB as the native Texans called it. “It’s a Texas staple! You’re gonna love it,” he promised.

As they entered the fast food joint, they were greeted by the smell of fresh fries and sizzling burgers. The drive-thru line was packed, but surprisingly, there was no one inside. “Looks like we lucked out!” Jimmy exclaimed.

“What do you want?” he asked Rhea as they approached the counter.

“That breakfast thing sounds good,” she said, her eyes lighting up with interest.

“Two BOB sausage meals with hashbrowns and orange juices, please!” Jimmy ordered, his excitement palpable as they waited for their food.

While they waited, they chatted about everything and nothing, the easy banter making time fly. Once their meals were ready, they decided to walk back to the hotel, bags in hand.

As they strolled along, Rhea couldn’t resist the urge to unwrap her breakfast sandwich. She pulled it out and took a big bite. “Wow, this is good!” she exclaimed, her eyes widening in delight.

Jimmy beamed at her reaction. “See? I told you it was a game-changer! Now you know why I love this place.”

Rhea chuckled, savoring the taste. “I definitely understand now. I might have to make this a regular thing!”

They continued their walk, the night filled with laughter and the kind of comfortable silence that came with sharing simple moments. As they neared the hotel, Rhea couldn’t help but feel grateful for this unexpected adventure with Jimmy, the blend of excitement and camaraderie leaving her with a sense of warmth.

—

As the soft glow of the hotel room lights dimmed, Rhea turned on her side to face Jimmy, who was already lying in his own bed across the room. “Hey, what type of gear do you think we should do for Survivor Series?” she asked, her voice low but curious.

Jimmy propped himself up on his elbow, considering her question. “Honestly? As soon as we land in Canada, we’ll start brainstorming. We can come up with something that stands out—something that feels unique to both of us,” he replied, a hint of enthusiasm creeping into his voice.

Rhea smiled at that. “Thank you for getting us separate beds,” she said, her tone sincere.

“I told you,” Jimmy replied with a shrug, “I’m not gonna make you uncomfortable. In Houston, it was different because we didn’t have time to figure it out, but don’t worry. We’ll keep it professional.”

“Thank you,” Rhea said again, appreciating his thoughtfulness. She turned off her bedside lamp, plunging the room into soft shadows. “Goodnight, Jimmy.”

“Goodnight, Rhea,” he replied, settling back into his pillows.

As the quiet settled over the room, both of them soon drifted off into sleep. But in the depths of Jimmy’s dreams, the boundaries between reality and imagination blurred. He found himself on a picturesque boat, the sun casting golden rays across the shimmering water.

Suddenly, Rhea appeared beside him, her laughter echoing as the boat gently rocked. She leaned in, her eyes sparkling mischievously. Without warning, she pressed her lips against his in a soft, lingering kiss. It was electric, filled with an unspoken connection that felt so real. The world around them faded away, leaving just the two of them in that moment.

In the dream, everything felt perfect. The warmth of the sun, the gentle breeze, and the taste of saltwater on his lips. Jimmy could feel his heart racing as Rhea pulled back, her smile wide and inviting. “See? This is nice,” she said playfully, her voice a melodic echo.

Jimmy said, “You know what would be better?”

“What is that?” She asked.

“You showing me how much you love me..”

Rhea took Jimmy’s hand. She led him to the cabin below deck, her eyes gleaming with desire. Jimmy followed her, his heart pounding in his chest. Once inside, Rhea pushed him against the wall and started kissing him again. Jimmy moaned as he felt her hands undoing his shorts, freeing his hard cock.

Rhea knelt down in front of him and took his cock in her mouth. Jimmy closed his eyes and threw his head back, enjoying the sensation of her warm mouth around his cock. Rhea sucked and licked his cock, her tongue swirling around the tip. Jimmy couldn't take it anymore, he needed to be inside her.

He pulled Rhea up and laid her down on the bed. He spread her legs wide open and admired her wet pussy. Rhea moaned as she felt Jimmy’s fingers entering her, preparing her for his cock. Jimmy positioned himself above her and slowly entered her. Rhea wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper inside her.

Jimmy started thrusting slowly, savoring the sensation of her tight pussy around his cock. Rhea matched his rhythm, her moans getting louder with every thrust. Jimmy increased his pace, his balls slapping against Rhea's ass. Rhea dug her nails into his back, her orgasm building up inside her.

But just as he wanted to climax into her, the scene began to dissolve, and he felt himself slipping back into the depths of slumber. The sex lingered in his mind, filling him with an ache he couldn't quite place-a mix of longing and an undeniable attraction.

As the dream faded away, Jimmy found himself stirring in his sleep, a soft smile crossing his face.

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luckykittens198 · 10 months ago

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When Your Dad is a Pillar of the Universe

The world is cyclical. No matter how one tries to prevent the apocalypse, it will come eventually. And new life forms will be born from the ashes. Those lifeforms eventually will form civilizations, and those civilization will be destroyed again.

Over and over and over again.

And so, Klein Moretti, the Lord of the Mysteries, King of Space and Time, decided to sleep.

If the world is cyclical, why does he have to watch everything? His miniscule amount of humanity couldn't stand the destruction of everything he knew. Over and over again. His divinity, just felt tired and indifferent at how every civilizations just repeat their predecessor's mistakes.

So he sleeps. Following the footsteps of his fellows Great Old Ones that went to slumber long before him.

Many eons have passed. Many cycles have passed. The world keeps on expanding.

One day, 'His' conciousness was stirred. A stray soul entered 'His' divine kingdom. Half awake, the Lord of the Mysteries stretched a tentacle to grab it.

"How curious," 'He' sleepily commented.

"Your fate showed that you shouldn't be a stray. Why are you here? How do you reach this place?" This intriguing matter aroused 'His' curiousity. Slowly, 'He' started to fully awaken.

As 'He' woke up, he noticed the smidgen of taint in the stray soul. It seems to be a remnant of a curse.

"A curse it seems? A leftover curse? From the death pathway?" The Being poked at the curse remnant with 'His' tentacle.

Suddenly, the mirror at his side started to glow.

"GREAT MASTER! Welcome back!" A great amount of fireworks appeat on the mirror's surface.

"Only for a little while Arrodes. Now, could you tell me where this curse remnant on this stray come from?"

"Yes, great master!" Slowly, the words on the mirror disappear and another scene came to be.

The scene in the mirror showed 2 beings. One, a human male and the other, a white female dragon. They made a vow, and with that vow they invoke a curse.

"Ho, the curse of reincarnation and denial of peace. What an interesting curse," 'He' leaned back on his throne. Behind 'Him', 'His' tentacle played with the stray soul.

With a twitch, one of the tentacle brought the soul to 'Him'. "It seems that your original body has been stolen by that cursed person. Now, what to do with you?" The Being hmmed.

The mirror, Arrodes, flashed again. "Great master, may this humble servant give you a suggestion?"

"You may."

"Great master, why don't you let this soul be reborn in another world or planet? That way it will have another chance at life and you don't have to be bothered by it."

The Lord of the Mysteries hummed. As 'He' was thinking, he took notes of the condition of 'His' humanity. As 'He' expected, the lack of true anchor is truly detrimental for 'His' humanity.

"Yes, that is a good idea. But you are mistaken about something Arrodes. I think, I will raise this soul."

"Pardon me?"

"You are pardoned. I will raise this soul. Arrodes, which country will be the best place to raise this one?"

"Great master, the best country to raise that soul currently is South Korea. I don't think raising that soul befits your station."

"Haha, this is just my whim, Arrodes. The whim of a bored deity, you could say."

The deity slowly stood up. The soul rested in 'His' hand. With a snap, 'He' stole the curse remnant from the soul and graft it on a paper man.

'His' cane slammed down and a brilliant illusory door showed up.

"Unfortunately, a deity at my level can't directly intefere with mortal realm. But I suppose a fragment of me can do something." With that, 'He' threw the soul and some of 'His' worms of spirit into the door.

"Let's see. For that soul's name, Rok Soo would be good. Hm?"

"Is something wrong, great master?" The mirror asked.

"It seems I accidentally gave it some blessings. Ah well. I suppose I will have to stay awake to watch over them. What do you think would happen, Arrodes?"

"This humble servant thinks that they will live an interesting life, Great Master."

"Now, that is a terrible curse, Arrodes. But we'll see."

#lord of mysteries #klein moretti #lotm #cale henituse #lord of the mysteries #lcf #fanfiction #anyone knows how to write title in tumblr mobile?#cause I don't #might continue if i got the muse #might move this to ao3 later #When Your Dad is a Pillar of the Universe #lout of count's family

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theresattrpgforthat · 8 months ago

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Hey mint. For a long time now I've been looking for games that emulate Zelda. Now I know you've gotten a request like this before, so I'll add an extra challenge to help me find what I'm looking for - I'm looking for something that can handle the fantasy of playing as Zelda, or Link, or Ganondorf. Think wielding the master sword, sealing away monsters with holy magic, or playing projectile tennis with the baddies.

For bonus points: got anything with majora's-mask-style transformation masks?

THEME: Legend of Zelda; Powerful Characters.

My dear, dear friend, I don’t know if you realized this when you posted this question, but I think I’m working on a game that fits exactly what you’re looking for. (But never fear, that’s not the only thing I’m recommending.)

A Terrible Fate, by Mint-Rabbit.

The world is ending. A comet is falling; the moon is fading; the sun is growing dark. In three days, we will succumb to the heavens abandoning us to the cold and dark, or burning us up in a whirlwind of fire and ash. That is, unless the four Great Spirits can awaken.

You are heroes, called upon by the people to dive deep into the dungeons in which the Spirits slumber. Discover what has put them to sleep, and free them from whatever traps them deep within their winding halls. Keep your promise to the people, and the land will be free.

A Terrible Fate is a lightweight Forged-in-the-Dark game about cursed heroes using a time loop to free the land from impending doom. These heroes will use magic masks that they have been granted in order to open up cursed dungeons and free the Spirits that can save the land from this tragedy.

A Terrible Fate takes a lot of inspiration from the Masks of Brinkwood, and I was inspired to create it back when I received an ask about games inspired by Majora’s Mask. You are doomed adventurers granted supernatural powers through a series of magical masks, which will consume you should you fail. Venture through four dungeons to free the Spirits that can stop the sky from falling, and do your best to help people who will never remember your names. If you want a game about grief, anonymity, and time loops, then this is the game for you.

I’ll hopefully have the full game up by the time this post is live, but if not, the goal is to have this game released by June 8, because that’s when the Majora’s Mask Game Jam finishes up!

Echoes of the Broken, by Scribbles and Dice.

Welcome to Echoes of the Broken — a tabletop roleplaying game of elemental mayhem in a post-apocalyptic fantasy world.

It’s been 100 years since the Breaking of the Gods, when the world of Ranaskar was devastated by an apocalyptic war between the gods. Falling from the heavens, the broken corpses of the gods became the Remnants — colossal, monolithic structures of arcane power. From the Remnants emanates the Echo, the will of the Broken Gods, twisted by their violent end. The Echo warps the land, and corrupts the people, leaving Ranaskar a volatile hellscape.

Now, 100 years later, the Sanctums grow weak, ever besieged by the Echoes of the Broken Gods. In desperation, the Remnants of Oros have called upon champions — the Wardens.

Characters have fairly powerful abilities granted to them by a dead god, as well as Burdens; weaknesses or curses that provide them specific disadvantages. Character creation feels fairly descriptive, building a layered history that culminates in a character with plenty of connections, gifts and responsibilities. Your characters also have attributes and skills that use a point-buy system to determine where you’ll pull your dice from.

When you want to do something, the GM will tell you what threshold is required for success. Players will create a pool of d6’s based on their attributes and skills, and attempt to meet or beat the threshold. What is really interesting about this game is that the group can choose to tackle an obstacle together, and contribute all of their successes towards the same goal. At the same time, the GM can set a higher threshold difficulty if a challenge is meant to be a group challenge, so the difficulty can scale. If you want a game with powerful characters who have a substantial amount of backstory, you might want to check out Echoes of the Broken.

Keepers of the Six Worlds, by carnel.

You are the Keepers of Harmony, beings of spirit created to guide and protect the six worlds by the All-Mother. The six worlds were created by the trickster Yorgi when he shattered the world gem in the serpent's forehead. Each of the six was a reflection of the true world but brought into equal and parallel creation.

The worlds were sealed away in a fold of the blanket of night where they would be hidden and protected from the manipulations of the gods and the temptations of the true world.

Take on the role of divine beings given authority over a pocket universe. Will you resist the temptation to become as gods? Will you preserve the status quo as you were tasked or will you help those in your care to find their own path?

This is a deck-based game that uses playing cards to generate the worlds that your characters will attempt to protect. Your actions will change the trajectory of each of these worlds, but at the same time you may also find yourself changed in the process. I think this carries the theme of transformation that you might be looking for, even if the transformation that came about is not through masks.

At World’s Edge, by Workpire.

Welcome to the edge of the world. At the final days of the final age, the fires of life have nearly been extinguished. The Sun is bleeding. The Kings are dead.Only a handful of beings are left alive - Immortals. Gods. Whatever's left, make your way to the Temple of Fire, defeat the guardians within, complete their trials, and feed the Fire to restart life… or stop the cycle forever.

At World's Edge is a short, simple combat-based tabletop RPG with a new, unique combat system that relies on area of attacks and a dodge mechanic that makes for dynamic combat. You are Gods, and you fight as Gods.

This is primarily a fighting game, complete with a grid to move your characters around on and attack modifiers that relate to numbers on your character sheet. Your characters are also not just hyper-competent people; they are Gods, with specific Aspects that will improve your rolls whenever they are relevant. Unfortunately, you cannot be the God of Courage or the God of Wisdom; the game works better if you have a domain over Lightning or Fire or something more tangible.

Firmament, by Veil’s Edge Games.

FIRMAMENT is a rules-lite action fantasy RPG about the conflict between the Champion of an ancient order and the various factions that wield the corrupt magic of Affliction. Players embody the powerful Champions of the Order of the Firmament as they join the fight against Affliction.

The Champions are opposed by the factions that use Affliction as a weapon. From the industrial Braxon Alchemical to the implacable Hexhunters, these enemies are the most dangerous foes the order will face. Combat is fast and deadly in FIRMAMENT—for the order's foes at least. In combat, Champions wield weapons of sunlight and moonlight in battle, and spend a resource called Celest to use powers unique to their Discipline.

If you want highly-competent characters, LUMEN is probably a good system to consider, as I’ve mentioned before. Characters are rather sleek, with three Attributes, a health and “magic” bar, and a few abilities that make your character special. The core part of this game is fast, high-action combat, and the fight against Affliction kind of reminds me of Link’s attempt to cleanse parts of Hyrule in games such as Twilight Princess or Breath of the Wild.

POWER | WISDOM | COURAGE, by UnabashedlyRose.

Whenever the Shadows rise there will always be three points of Light that oppose them. They will fight, sacrifice, and overcome the Shadows at a great cost to themselves. But that is what makes them heroes. It is up to you now and we know you will not let us down.

POWER|WISDOM|COURAGE is a GMless game for three players about being chosen by the Light to face off against the Shadows and save your home from destruction.

There’s an obvious reference going on with this game, although all of your characters are considered heroes, including the Ganondorf analogue. I’m not entirely sure how much setting is packaged into this game; you can probably draw the connections between the three parts of the Triforce if you want to, but I have a feeling that they’re not necessary. The other limiting factor is that this game is exactly for three players, so if you have more or less, it’s not really an option.