#put me in a fairy world and all my problems would go away

[sukunasdirtylaugh]

I don't even know what I ate the other day but my face is badly breaking out

[slut4hee]

P*$$Y FAIRYꕥ

“Pussy fairy on the way”

{Pairing: Virgin College Student Jay x Blk Succubus Fem! Reader

{Synopsis: Jay didn’t take his best friend’s words seriously when he said “if you write your name on a piece of paper and leave a sample of your blood on it, a sex demon will come and fuck you that same night” So you come and show him that succubus are far from being a myth.

{Genre: smut, supernatural themes, Jay is a bit of an a introvert, Jake as his best friend, reader doesn’t kill her victims she just puts them in a deep sleep afterwards, 18+ so mdni!!!

{Warnings: loss of virginity, rough sex, oral (m receiving), overstimulation, Jay is a big sub in this sorry not sorry, big dick Jay, creampie, cum eating, marking, pet names, demons and angels mentioned, reader is kinda a menace, reader is described to be a thick brown skin fem with a curvy waist and a big butt don’t like it don’t read, reader has sensitivity in her wings basically another g-spot.

It’s Saturday evening and Jay is doing what he usually does on his weekends, which is play video games with his best friend Jake and eat a bunch of junk food. Jay has never been the type to go out and party on the weekends, instead he prefers to be in the comfort of his own home hidden away from the outside world. Unlike Jake who is guaranteed to be seen at every frat party hosted to mankind.

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Jay rolls his eyes at his best friend’s loud obnoxious laughter that fills his headset, he curses under his breath when his character dies for the 20th time.

“Dude you really fucking suck at this game you know that right?” Jake says in a mocking playful tone.

“Shut the fuck up bro, I got a new keyboard I gotta break it in” Jay defends himself taking a big sip of his cherry cola.

Jay goes to start up another game when suddenly he hears Jake’s phone ping continuously with notifications causing him to groan in annoyance at the sound.

“Dude could you please silence that shit, it’s driving me insane” he rolls his eyes once again as he starts shooting down enemies paying attention to the game on the big monitor screen.

“You’re just not used to hearing any notifications come through your phone because you got no bitches on your dick” Jake says sarcastically and in a fit of laughter.

“Haha very hilarious Jake” Jay bites back with a tinge of annoyance.

“Seriously Park, don’t you think it’s about time you bone something I mean dude you’re 22 years old” Jake says half joking as he shoots down another enemy.

“I mean it’s not like I haven’t thought about it, it’s like every time I get past the first stage and get the girl to my apartment and I tell her I’m a virgin next minute she’s storming out the door with disappointment” Jay said a little bit embarrassed scratching the back of his neck.

“That’s the problem bro, don’t tell them you’re a virgin of course they’re going to kick your ass to the curb“ Jake snorts and curses under his breath when the enemy’s sniper takes him down.

“Fuck no, and make them think I’m a bad fuck I rather keep whacking my shit myself” Jay said with a tinge of sarcasm leaning back in his chair to stretch his limps.

“First of all didn’t need to know that, 2nd of all I mean there’s always sex workers that’s more than willing” Jake said wiggling his eyebrows up and down at the video camera and chuckling.

“Yeah no, I’m not that desperate asshole I won’t stoop that low” Jay rolls his eyes at his friends crazy suggestion.

“How about you summon the Pussy Fairy maybe she could help you out” Jake laughs out loud logging off the game as he starts scrolling on his phone probably checking his notifications that was going off nonstop.

“Bro what are you even saying, there’s absolutely no such thing as a Pussy Fairy where did you even get that shit from?” Jay snickers and questions his best friend I mean who the fuck would believe in such crazy myth.

“Well you know my roommate Heeseung right? Well apparently there’s some type of ritual he did when he was virgin and a sex witch bitch came and fucked the living hell out of him, his words not mines” Jake shrugged his shoulders spinning around in his gaming chair.

“Bro well guess what, Heeseung is full of shit because there’s no such thing as witches and warlocks let alone a sex witch” Jay spits out chuckling to himself and shaking his head.

“Well supposedly all he did was light some candles form them in a circle, and then he got a piece of paper wrote his name on it and put a sample of his blood on it and chanted something five times along the lines of come to me, my body is yours, yours to feed, yours to want, and yours to fuck. Oh wait he also described what type of race, body type and personality he wants his sex fairy to be” Jake nods as he stands up grabbing his phone taking it with him to the kitchen.

“So you mean to tell me if I go full on Bonnie Bennett, a sex demon is gonna come and strip me of my virginity?! You gotta be kidding me Sim” Jay said not really believing anything his friend is saying, he’s never been the type to believe in supernatural stuff, let alone demons and angels.

“Look, I don’t know if what he was saying was true but all I know is the day he told me he was gonna do it, he woke up with scratches and bite marks on his chest and neck, and to top it off he slept for hours dude” Jake said taking a hand full of chips and popping them in his mouth smacking loud and obnoxious.

Jay cringes at the sound of his smacking “You got got proof? If so then I might just believe you” Jay said finding himself a lot more curious about this whole thing then he usually gets when something intrigues him.

“In fact I do” Jake hurries and presses on Heeseung’s contact to pull up their messages, he saves the pictures that Heeseung took of his body and sends it to Jays phone.

“Attachment Sent*

“Did you get it” Jake asks impatiently as he takes another handful of chips in his mouth.

Jay’s breath gets caught in his throat when he sees the bitemarks and scratches on Heeseungs body. He zooms in on the bitemarks on his neck and it looks like whatever or whoever did this to him had to have some pretty sharp teeth. This can’t be real right it has to be photoshopped right? RIGHT?!

“Fuck man, it looks like Dracula got to him look at shape of the teeth marks” Jay said in disbelief still staring at the pictures.

“Well you go ahead and play detective, I’m gonna go and meet my hot date I’ll catch ya later bro” before Jay can protest Jake hangs up the phone leaving Jay in his thoughts.

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The rest of the evening Jay finds himself replaying Jake’s words and the pictures of Heeseung in his head. He wonders if he truly was able to summon a sex demon and have the best fuck of his life. He sits up in his bed, smacking on his face telling himself to snap out of it but nothing seems to calm his racing thoughts on whether this theory is true.

“Oh what am I even thinking right now, it’s obviously a big joke there’s no such things as witches and sex demons I really gotta be out of my mind I almost fell for that shit” Jay said out loud to himself trying to convince himself to stop thinking about it.

But he can’t stop thinking about it, in fact he’s even stop trying to tell himself not to think about it and that’s how he finds himself digging through his apartment storage closet trying to find any spare candles he might have and to his luck he finds 4 candles. He grabs his notebook ripping a blank white page from it, he grabs his case of supplies and pulls out a paper clip.

As he starts to form the candles, he recalls Jake’s words saying his roommate formed them in a circle so he does just that. He jogs to the kitchen opening his cabinet to find his matches pulling them out. He brings the matches over to the circle and signs to himself when he slides the match against the scratchy back of the box causing the match to ignite. He leans down to light the candles one by one, the glow from the flame illuminating his face and the heat of it causing his forehead to start sweating.

“Well here goes nothing, I guess I should probably clear my web browser and lock my account since I possibly might die tonight” he said out loud to himself again. “Psst who am I kidding, of course this isn’t going to work I’m just going to do this stupid ritual to prove to Jake that Heeseung story he made up is bunch of bullshit” at this point he’s full on talking to himself, trying to calm his nerves and the anxiety that’s building up in his body. He grabs a pen from his desk and places the piece of paper on the floor leaning his body as he starts to write on the paper.

Jay would never probably come out openly and say this but he has a big attraction to Black women. As a Korean man growing up with Korean parents he was always taught to not date outside of his race but that didn’t stop Jay from secretly crushing on Black girls from afar.

His browser history consists of ebony porn and his hidden gallery is full of nude pictures of his favorite Black pornstars. Jay remembers the first time he felt an attraction to a Black female. It was in the 8th grade, Jay had a huge crush on a girl named Brianna Jones.

Brianna was Jays first love and also first kiss but due to fear of his disappointing his parents he broke up with her, shattering his and hers heart. So that’s how Jay finds himself writing down a description of a Black female with beautiful brown skin, curvy hips with a nice big ass, big tits, and a dominate personality.

As he finishes writing on the paper, he takes the paper clip and pricks his index finger hissing at the light sting. He lets some of the blood drip onto his name and some on the description of his sex demon.

Jay takes a deep breath as he sits inside the circle, he starts to say the same exact chanting words that Heeseung said, still not fully convinced as the words roll off his tongue nonchalantly. He lets the words fall from his mouth for the 5th time and suddenly the candles that were once lit suddenly blew out leaving his living room pitch dark.

Jay looks around frantically starting to freak out and that’s when he starts to feel dizzy like he’s going to pass out. Jay struggles to stand up stumbling backwards as he starts to lose consciousness and then boom everything goes black and he’s out like a light.

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When Jay regains consciousness, he feels his head pounding and his ears ringing. He groans rubbing his head looking around his room puzzled and then it hits him, how did he end up in his room when the last time he remembered he was in his living room.

Jay looks down to see that he’s half naked, shirtless with only his boxers on. Jay can then feel this eerie feeling floating around his room almost like he’s not alone, like he’s being watched and that’s when he hears a soft giggle echoe around his room sounding far but yet so close and chills run down his spine.

“W-Who’s there?” Jay lets out a shaky breath looking around his room helplessly and that’s when he sees a dark mist surrounding his bed. The only thought left in his head is fight or flight, he decides on flight as he jumps up from his bed trying to get away and suddenly he’s being pushed back down onto his bed.

His eyes widened when a figure appears in front of him, straddling his lap. Jay gulps when he takes in the sight of you, clad in purple lingerie showing off all your curves, your beautiful brown skin has a glow radiating from it, and your cleavage is spilling out of your bra.

“What’s wrong pretty boy, cat got your tongue?” Your lips curl up into a wicked smile as you run your fingertips slowly down his chest stopping at the waistband of his Calvin Klein boxers.

“W-Where did you come from and who are you?” Jay manages to spit out shaky, anxiety and arousal building up all at once from the pressure of your body on top of his.

“The name’s Y/n, and you summoned me here naughty boy” you giggle playfully, tucking your bottom lip between your teeth when your hands meets his growing bulge gently palming him through his boxers.

Jay’s body shudders and his hips bucks up unintentionally as he feels your soft hand palming his half erect cock.“i don’t know what you mean i-i didn’t summon you fuck! I- please” jay says breathlessly trying to keep his composure and that’s when it all comes together.

As he takes time to get a good look at you. He scans your face and body and it all makes sense to him now. You look exactly how he wrote you, your thick juicy thighs covering his, your voluptuous breast sitting pretty on your chest and your dominant nature is causing him to feel weak in the knees and his erection to grow harder.

“Finally figured out huh there baby boy? You didn’t think us succubus were real didn’t you?” You coo at his shocked facial expression causing you to clench around nothing. Virgins were your favorite ones to prey on, always so pathetic and eager.

“So here’s how this is going to work Park Jongseong, you’re going to give me as much semen as I want, while in return I take away your pathetic little virginity got it?” You lean down to look him in the eyes meeting his intense gaze feeling your arousal starting to leak through your purple thong.

“P-Please touch me I’ll do whatever you want me to do just please make me feel good” Jay whimpers when he feels your wet muscle licking the shell of his earlobe. His cock twitches in the confines of his boxers begging to be released.

“Mmm looks like someone is eager aren’t you baby boy, don’t worry mommy’s going to take such good care of you” You smirk as you slide your body down his to reach his clothed bulge. You yank his boxers down causing his thick girthy dick to spring out, hitting his abdomen smearing precum over it.

“Fuck baby, what a huge cock you have mhm mommy going to have so much fun with this, I can tell your balls are full of your delicious creamy milk and I’m willing to take it all” you start to leave kitty licks on his angry red tip that leaks continuously with his clear essence. Jays body jerks violently from the feeling of your warm wet tongue on his sensitive tip.

“Ngh! Fuck mommy feels so good keep going” he grips your hair into a makeshift ponytail guiding your movements, you bob your head up and down hollowing your cheeks taking more of his length down your little throat.

You can feel his thick cock pulsating with pleasure as you continue to deep throat as much of his length as you can, you stroke whatever rest of him you can’t fit in your mouth causing him to let out deep groans and mostly high pitched whiny moans. Drool and his pre cum drips down your chin as you continue to suck him sloppy.

“Fuck fuck fuck that’s it- nghhhh I’m gonna cum I’m gonna-�� you now focus on sucking hard on his red leaky tip, as his cock twitches uncontrollably. you can feel his body heating up and hips bucks up unintentionally causing his length to slide deep down your throat.

Before you know it, he releases his creamy essence down your throat, completely emptying his load into your mouth, as if your mouth was a dumpster but that’s what you are his little cum dump.

“Fuuckkk” Jay curses loudly when you continue sucking him, helping him prolong his climax. His chest heaves up and down as he tries to catch his breath. Already feeling drained from the hardest orgasm he’s ever had in his life, Jay understands now why his friends said a blowjob is the best way to blow your load, and they’re totally right because his hand couldn’t compare to your beast of a mouth.

“Don’t pass out on me just yet pretty boy we haven’t even got to the best part yet” you pout and coo at his fucked out expression, he’s so pathetic for feeling worn out from a little ole blowjob but that only makes you more excited to drain his body of it’s energy and ride him until the next morning.

You stand up from the bed as you start to strip out of your clothing, you decide to give him a little show as you slide the thin straps of your purple nightgown down your shoulders in the most seductive way. Jay stares at you with an intense expression full of lust and affection causing your parties to grow wetter.

You let the gown fall to floor leaving your chest bare to his eyes, you slowly shimmy out of your panties being completely naked now. You crawl back up onto the bed seductively until you’re straddling his lap again. You can feel his hard on poking your wet dripping core, you let out a whimper when you start to ground your warm wet pussy on his thick cock. Jay throws his head back as he lets out deep groans feeling your hot arousal where he needs you the most.

“Fuck Jay your cock is so hard, does mommy pussy feel good teasing your pathetic huge dick” you let out loud moans when his tip rubs against your clit causing your body to shudder violently.

“Oh my god mommy yes feels so good, please let me put it in, fuck wanna be inside your tight pussy” Jay bucks up his hips to meet your grinding ones causing you to let out a whimper. When his tip prods at your dripping hole, growing impatient to feel his thick cock inside your guts you finally rise your hips up as you start to slowly sink down on his throbbing length.

The stretch is overwhelming being that Jay is the biggest cock you ever taken. You can feel his cock filling your gummy walls whole, causing your insides to clench violently. On the other hand Jay feels like he’s going to pass out any minute from the feeling of your warm tight wet pussy wrapping snuggly around his cock.

He grips the sheets so roughly his knuckles turn a shade of white. He holds your hips in place as you finally take all of him inside you, your legs start to shake uncontrollably as you allow yourself to adjust to his size. You can feel his cock twitching and pulsating as you cock warm him. Finally when the pain turns into pleasure you start to slowly rock back and forth on him, you gasp voice trembling with ecstasy from the delicious drag of his cock.

“Oh fuck! Holy shit you’re so tight- Nghh” Jay’s hips bucks up to meet the rhythm you have set causing his body to arch off the bed when he feels your tight pussy clenching around his throbbing sex. His words seem to spur you on as you start to ride him faster, causing the bed to creak and the headboard to slam against the wall furiously.

The scent of sex, your loud moans and his deep grunts, and the sound of your hips slamming down against his, fills his room completely, in the back of his head he’s hoping his neighbors can’t hear what’s going on but that’s almost impossible from the way you’re riding the living hell out of him. You bounce on him like there’s no tomorrow, your sticky essence drips down your thighs onto his stomach. He hisses at the squelching sounds of your creamy pussy abusing his weeping cock.

“Fuck baby boy, dick so good fuuuckk cock so big you gonna make me cum goddamnit” the drag of his 8-inch cock plunges so deep into you, you feel his tip abusing your cervix. You scream to the top of your lungs when he grips your waist pulling you down on him, thrusting his hips upwards. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as he sets a brutal pace, feeling nothing but pleasure and lust.

“Ah f-fuck! I’m not gonna last long shit I’m gonna bust” Jay lets out whiny moans as he feels your cunt clenching for what seems like the 100th time. The tempo of your bodies meeting is insane and almost primal, Jay fucks up and looks down to see where your sweaty bodies are connecting and that’s what sends him into a frenzy as his body shudders nonstop.

His orgasm hitting him like a tidal wave, letting out a guttural moan as his thick spurts of cum fills up your womb. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, your legs shaking dangerously from the feeling of his warm cum filling up your insides.

The overwhelming feeling of being stuffed full, makes you lose control over your body as your wings spring out on their own. Jay’s eyes widened at the sight of them, reality hitting him that he’s fucking a sex demon.

You continue to ride him lost in the feeling of his thick cock hitting all the right spots. Pleasure takes over Jay’s body once again as he lets out a whimper from the feeling of you riding him hard. Overstimulation hitting him wildly, his body feels numb and his ears are ringing as a wave of heat washes over his body.

Jay’s rough hand grips on your plump asscheek while the other one fondles one of your juicy boobs. Out of curiosity Jay goes to touch one your wings, lightly squeezing it. Like time freezes you let out a loud high pitched scream, the feeling is almost unbearable, your body feels fuzzy and the band in your stomach threatening to snap any minute.

“No, No No please not there I-i can’t take it, it feels so good gonna squirt” You scratch at his chest with your long acrylics. Jay hisses at the sting of your nails digging into his skin. He continues to caress both of your wings and just like that the band in your stomach snaps causing you to squirt all over Jay and ruin his perfectly white sheets.

You collapsed on top of him, panting as you try to calm down from your high, Jay’s chest heaves up and down as holds you tight against him caressing your back. You look up to meet his gaze, he looks at you with such a fucked out facial expression and half lidded eyes. You giggle and smirk as you can tell he’s fighting to stay awake.

Jay can feel himself drifting into a slumber and then boom he blacks out as the darkness consumes him again. You coo at his cuteness wishing he had more energy in him so you could play with him some more.

Just like a flash of lightning your energy is back like it never left. You kiss Jay on the cheek one last time before you have to return back to your place in the deep pits of the darkness and just like that you disappear in thin air.

You leave your purple lingerie discarded on Jay’s floor, which is strictly forbidden for a succubus to leave any trance of their existence for their victims to find but you have a feeling you will be retuning back to visit Jay really soon and for him he’s worth the risk.

The next morning~

Jay wakes up with a pounding headache and his body aches like a bitch. He goes to stretch his limps but hisses at the sharp pain of what seems like to be scratches on his chest. He stands up from his bed, wiping the sleep away from his eyes as he makes his way to his bathroom. He flips on the light switch and his breath hitches when he sees multiple scratch wounds surrounding his chest.

The memories of last night’s affairs hits him all at once, he scurries back into his room and that’a when he spots the purple lingerie laying in the middle of his floor. Jay quickly grabs his phone along with the lingerie. He opens his camera and snaps a picture of the lingerie. He then makes his way back to bathroom as he snaps pictures of the scratches on chest and his disheveled appearance. He opens Jake’s contact and sends him the attachments.

*2 Attachments Sent*

Corn lover Jay🌽: Jake…😅

Golden retriever boy🐶: NO FUCKING WAY DUDE?

The End…

A/n: This drabble is inspired by Jhené Aiko’s song p*ssy fairy, just with my own little twist to it. i was foaming at the mouth as I was writing this, god sub hyungline is gonna do it for me every time you hear me?! But I hope you guys like this fic?? drabble?? Idk but please feel free to like, comment, and reblog 💋.

[mythica0]

Doctor tickle monster

🎂: Fop: A new wish (cause I’m hyperfixating WOO)

🧁: Dev

🍫: Peri

Summary: Dev is being sad. Sadder than usual. Peri helps.

A/N: my hyperfixations changing faster than life’s trajectory (I haven’t even finished the loud house yet here we are🫡) I needed some Lee Dev in my life so *yeets this fic in your general direction* (P.S we’ll say this takes place after the finale in an alternate timeline but I don’t think there’s any spoilers in here)

Doctor tickle monster

Dev was sad. That much Peri knew. I mean, not really ground-breaking; the kid was sad all the time. [even though he usually hides it behind anger, annoyance or apathy. Pushing people who try to help away because he never learned proper emotional regulation skills or how to communicate with people]

But it was a little.. more than usual. He had been pouting all day, hiding his sad eyes behind his sunglasses. When Peri Asked him what was wrong, at first the kid pushed him away- as he tends to do- but after a while he caved.

“It’s nothing, Peri- it’s stupid.”

“Your feelings aren’t stupid, kid. No matter what your dumb, pea-brained father says.”

That got a small huff of amused breath from the kid. “I know that, it’s just- there isn’t really a reason for me to be sad. Which is just making me more upset because I don’t know why I’m upset.”

The two fell into a small silence. Dev looked down at his shoes, embarrassed by the fact that his eyes were forming tears. Peri was thinking.. ‘how in the world do I cheer him up if there isn’t a problem for me to fix..?’ He thought for a moment, and then seemed to get an idea.

He made a ringing sound, and put a hand up to his ear in a phone gesture. “Brriiing, Brriing,” Dev looked up at his godfather, confused.

“Hello? Doctor? We have a level 5 situation here.”

‘What in the world is he doing?’

“What’s that? You’ll be here right away? Excellent! See you very soon.” He let his hand fall away from his ear, and then he turned around suddenly wearing a stethoscope, and spoke in a slightly different voice.

“Hello, I was called about a level 5 case of the blues?”

Dev raised his eyebrows and looked at him. “What?”

“Ah, you must be the patient! Your godfather gave me a call- said you had a case of the blues for no identifiable reason! So I’m here to help!

His curiosity officially peaked, Dev spoke, almost sarcastically. “And how are you gonna do that?”

“Simple! But first, I have to tell you something..” the ‘doctor’ gestured for Dev to come closer, and he did. Then the ‘doctor’ whispered to him,

“I’m no ordinary doctor- I’m Dr.monster-…” he paused for a moment, before scooping the kid in his arms and starting to vibrate his hand in his stomach “- Tickle monster!”

Dev burst into giggles at the touch, squirming slightly in the hold. “Peheheheheri! Whyhyhy thihihihis!!”

“I’m not Peri, I’m Doctor tickle monster- and because this is the number one treatment for cases of the blues! They do say laughter is the best medicine, after all!”

Although he wouldn’t admit it, even to himself, dev laughed slightly harder at the silly act his fairy godfather was putting on.

“Cohohohome ohohon! Quhuhit ihihit!!”

“I’m afraid I can’t do that- not until you are officially cured! And there’s still a ways to go until then!”

Dev kicked and pushed at Peri’s arms, but it was half-hearted at best. [Dev knew that he could wish for Peri to stop if he really wanted him too. Not that he would say he was enjoying himself]

“And there’s that precious smile! And you do have quite an adorable laugh if I do say so myself!”

Dev’s face went red at the comment, and he frantically tried to deny it. “I ahaham nohohohot cuhuhuhute!!

“Well, your giggles say otherwise~” Peri was having fun teasing and tickling his kid to pieces. It was nice to see him smiling and laughing and full of joy. Lord knows he needs it.

He could tell that the kid was having fun. If he wasn’t, Peri would’ve stopped. His goal was to cheer him up, not make him resentful or more upset.

Meanwhile, Dev was in such ticklish bliss agony, Giddy giggles and laughter poured out of him non-stop.

“Pehehehrihihi! Ihihihit tihihihickles!!”

“Well, duuuuhhh, that’s the point of me tickling you, kid.” At the words, Peri decided to up the ante a bit, moving his hands to his sides and squeezing gently, then moving his head to give the kid a massive raspberry right on the tummy.

Dev squealed, much louder laughter erupting from him without his permission. It tickled so BAD!

“EEEHHEEEEEE! PEHEHEHERIIHIII! THaHAT REHEALLY TIHIHICKLES EHHEHAHHAHAHA!”

“Aww really~? Good! OM NOm” Peri nibbled the kids tummy and made silly noises as he continued to tickle him silly.

Dev laughed and laughed. “Heheheheheee peheheriii StahahahaPpp!”

Peri relented for a moment, not entirely stopping, but moving to much gentler tickles, just lightly scribbling on the kids ribs.

“You cured? Are the blues allllll gone?”

“Yehehehes! Ahahall gohohone!”

“Are you suuuuureee~”

“Yehehehes! Yehehes ihihim suhuhure plehehase stohohop!” The kid giggled out, causing Peri to stop and set him back on the floor, the stethoscope gone.

Dev continued to giggle for a moment, leftover tingles still plaguing his torso.

But, he couldn’t deny the facts. He felt significantly better. He was smiling, and he found that even if he tried he couldn’t stop.

Peri flew next to him. “Feeling better?”

Dev blushed slightly, but still sighed out a “… yeah.”

“I’m glad. I’ll just have to give the good doctor a call every time you’re sad! ”

“Noooooooo” Dev whined, but he was still grinning ear to ear.

“Yes~,” Peri mocked, “new rule- no sadness allowed!! If I see a sad Dev- he gets alll the tickles until he feels better! I have a feeling we’re gonna see a lot more of that smile~~”

“Ugghhhhh” Dev whined again, clearly embarrassed.

Dev was smiling for a long time.

———THE END————————————————

[cressidagrey]

Romance is not dead if you keep it just yours- Chapter 5: Hyacinth, Florist

Summary:

5 Times Cassian thought that Azriel had feelings for somebody and then 1 time he finally met the girl his brother was in love with.

Warnings:

Rhys Bashing

Notes:

I put a lot of world building into this. If you don't recognise it from canon, I probably invented. Or I forgot that canon existed.

(thanks to @firefly-graphics for the super pretty dividers!)

Azriel showed up bright and early the day after his break ended. For a week Cassian had heard not even a peep from Azriel. 

And then Azriel walked into the House of Wind, looking none the worse for wear.

“How was your break?” Cassian asked him, taking him in. Looking no different than he ever had before. Though not relaxed. The exact opposite to be honest. 

“Can we spar?” Azriel asked in response and Cassian’s brows rose. 

Ouch. That break had seemingly not gone that well. 

“That bad, hm?” he asked, though just nodded towards the sparring ring. “How’s your Ma?” he asked and Azriel just stared at him. 

“She’s as good as she can get,” he snapped back. Right.

His expression must have shown his shock, because Azriel held still for a moment, seemingly forcing himself to take a deep breath, closing his eyes for just a moment...

“ I am in a mood,” Azriel warned him, finally. “Don’t go easy on me.”

“I wasn’t aware that I ever did,” Cassian quipped. 

He should have probably taken that warning more seriously. 

He didn’t. 

Azriel nearly had him tapping out within the first few minutes. 

There was an aggression behind his fighting that Cassian had only seen very rarely. An aggression that belied Azriel just “being in a mood”. 

This wasn’t just being in a mood. 

This was feral levels of aggression. This was being so upset that Azriel needed to hit something to get it out and clearly Cassian was that something of choice that day. 

Azriel won. Of course, he did. he wanted it far more than Cassian did. 

“You broke my fucking nose,” he complained afterwards, spitting out the blood. The nose was thankfully the only broken bone. Though he was definitely gonna feel the bruises for a few days. 

Azriel seemed on a more even keel though, so Cassian would gladly take the broken nose. 

 “I am sorry,” Azriel apologised earnestly. 

And that was that. 

Az seemed back to his usual levels of weirdness, no longer randomly wanting his first break after 500 years, no more comments about table linens…and sometimes Cassian even thought that he caught his brother smiling softly, pleased at something.

He didn’t say anything but he couldn’t help but wonder.

Still, Cassian had more pressing problems. Like what he should buy Nesta for her birthday…Mor decided to tag along which was decisively unhelpful. How could a female who clearly liked shopping for herself be so completely horrible at choosing gifts for her family? 

“Wait, is that Az?” Mor said suddenly as they left another shop empty-handed. Cassian’s head swivelled around. 

And it was indeed Az, standing around at a flower cart, clearly chatting to the owner. 

By the cauldron, had Cassian been right all along?!?

Mor and him exchanged a glance, both of them narrowing down to their brother just a few feet away from him. 

“Which flowers?” Azriel asked at that moment, clearly contemplating two different bouquets. The female on the other side of the card was pretty, delicate with fluttering wings resembling a butterfly, and bright blue hair that was cropped close to her head. 

A Palote Fairy. Clearly far from home in the summer court. 

Maybe that was why Azriel had been keeping her a secret. Maybe it was some unfounded worry of her being a lesser fairie. 

Did Az and her take long leisurely flights over Velaris and go picnicking? Somehow that seemed like the kind of thing she would enjoy. Their children would probably end up being the most magical thing that Cassian had ever seen. He wondered what wings would turn out to be the dominant ones. The idea of an Illyrian with butterfly wings was definitely something, that much was certain. 

“Jasmine these days. She hasn’t talked about anything since you bought them the first time,” said butterfly girl told Azriel, smiling prettily at him. 

Cassian held back a noise that Mor would have never let him life down. Something akin to a squeal threatened to come out of his throat. 

Was this the female Azriel was stupidly in love with? 

She clearly seemed to be nice enough not to turn down his advances flat out, instead both of them happily chatting. 

“Thank you, Hyacinth,” Azriel thanked her as Hyacinth , which must be her name started wrapping a bundle of dark blooming jasmines for him. He handed her a couple of coins, as she gave him the flowers, not for one moment flinching away from his scars. 

“Will you be there on Friday?” Hyacinth asked him, excitement apparent in her voice. 

Where are they going to have a date? 

“I have been told that my attendance is mandatory. Because I need to learn how to swing my hips like a proper male,” Azriel responded, his usual dry humour apparent. Cassian could still only stare. 

They were going to have a date!

“You’ll have a fantastic teacher,” Hyacinth said with a wink. 

“Oh, I expect nothing less,” Azriel agreed.

A fantastic teacher. Was Hyacinth going to be the teacher? 

Mor dragged Cassian along with a hand on his arm, calling for Azriel. “Az!”

“Mor. Cassian,” Azriel greeted them, not seeming surprised at all at their sudden appearance. Nor particularly displeased about it or hesitant. 

“Don’t you want to introduce us to your girlfriend?” Mor said, sounding giddy as they arrived at Azriel’s side. 

Yes, Azriel, introduce us to your girlfriend, Cass mentally agreed unable to keep the bright grin off his face. 

What he hadn’t expected was for the blue-haired female to burst into laughter. 

“ Hyacinth is married,” Azriel said drily. “And definitely not my girlfriend.”

And Cassian’s hopes were shattered once again. 

“I am very much spoken for. He is too,” Hyacinth responded, still trying to starve down the laughter, and failing horribly. 

Damnit. 

“What brings you two here?” Azriel asked, still holding onto his flower bouquet.  

“Well, Cassian needs help with a gift for Nesta,” Mor said brightly. “I offered my help.”

Azriel stared at him like Cassian had grown a second head. 

Quite frankly, it was understandable.

But Mor had offered her input and he hadn’t been able to politely turn her down. 

“What’s in that bag?” Azriel asked, nodding to the one lone shopping back that Cassian held, sounding like he didn’t want to know. 

“Well…” Cassian started but Azriel just shook his head. 

“You know what, I don’t want to know. Come on,” he said drily, the flowers disappearing from his hand, being whisked away by his shadows somewhere. “I’ll see you on Friday, Hyacinth!” He called over his shoulder, Hyacinth waving them off the ring to the next customer. 

“Where are we going?” He dared to ask, trailing after Azriel, who walked around the Rainbow like he knew every cobblestone personally. Maybe he did. Goodness knew what Azriel’s shadows got up to when they weren’t busy spying for Rhys. 

“We’ll buy Nesta a proper birthday gift,” Azriel said with a roll of his eyes. 

Mor stopped at a clothing store, staring at a dress in the window. “I’ll catch up with you!” she said brightly and off she went, leaving Cassian with this gift debacle.

 “Mor, really?” Azriel asked with a sigh as soon as she had entered the store.  

“Who else was I supposed to ask?” Cassian gave back defensively.

“Feyre? Elain? Emerie? Gwyn? Rhys?” Azriel suggested drily. “Hell, Amren would have been better.” He muttered under his breath. 

Azriel stopped at a smaller store, the dark blue signage proclaiming it an understated “ The Goldmine”. 

He had never even noticed the shop when he had been in the Rainbow, though a giggling group of young High Faes was leaving it. 

Clearly, it was well-liked in the community. 

Azriel pushed open the door, waving him through.   

“Good Morning,” Azriel greeted the High Fae at the counter, a rounded female with green eyes, a pale complexion, and curly light brown hair. She was very pretty in an unassuming way and greeted Azriel wide-eyed. 

The Goldmine was clearly a jewellery shop, with merchandise laid out in the glass cases on the walls and in the middle of the room. 

Cassian was already feeling slightly overwhelmed and he hadn’t even been asked to pick out anything yet. 

“Oh, I am so sorry, she isn’t there currently,” the High Fae blurted out, blushing as soon as she saw Azriel.  

“I know,” Azriel agreed, looking not surprised in the least. Cassian wondered who they were talking about. “She’s out shopping with Briony. But that’s not why I am here.” That also didn’t answer any of the questions he was having. “Cassian, that’s Penelope,” Azriel introduced Cassian.  “Penelope, Cassian, my brother. Cassian needs a birthday gift for his mate,” Azriel explained patiently. Cassian approached the counter that Azriel was leaning against with some trepidation. 

“It’s nice to meet you,” Penelope greeted him. “What does your mate like to wear as jewellery?” She asked, all business and Cassian drew a blank. 

He could write whole books about what Nesta liked and disliked. He could. 

But right now, he had no idea. 

“Hairpins that double as Stiletto Blades,” he blurted out. Penelope stared at him, green eyes wide. 

“We…We don’t really sell that?” she offered up hesitantly, while Azriel next to him was silently shaking with laughter before he swallowed it down and decided to be helpful. 

“You had new hair combs coming in, didn’t you?” Azriel asked and for one moment Cassian wondered why Azriel knew what kind of new shipments a jewellery store got. 

“We did!” Penelope agreed immediately, pulling out a tray from behind the counter. 

Cassian heard the bell ring behind him, and Azriel waved off Penelope apologising as she started to take care of the newest customer. 

Instead, he took the tray and pushed it in Cassian’s direction. 

“How am I supposed to pick?” he asked with no small amount of trepidation at the dozen choices laid out before him. Every style imagination, in gold and silver and whatever other metal there were there. 

“Pick one that reminds you of Nesta,” Azriel said easily. “And if you only like the shape of one, the gems can be easily changed out,” Azriel assured him, as he picked up one comb, turning it around in scarred hands. 

Cassian went back to staring at the hair combs. 

Every single one of them was a separate work of art. Some more intricate than others. Some with careful engravings, some set with stones, others letting the metal do the talking. He didn’t dare to touch them, even when Azriel carefully turned them in his hands and checked them over. 

“This is moonstone and yellow gold,” Azriel explained softly as he pointed out one with a row of milky-white stones set in yellow gold. “This is amber. Probably from the beaches of Summer Court…This is white opal,” he said as he pointed out another two. 

Cassian’s gaze kept being pulled back to intricate designs with swirls set in diamonds and some kind of red stone, too dark to be ruby. Azriel followed his gaze. 

“You could have the garnets replaced with your siphons,” he suggested evenly. 

“They can do that?” Cassian asked surprised and Azriel gave a soft smile.

“Of course.”

“How did you find this place?” Cassian asked curiously. This wasn’t…Azriel had never worn any kind of jewellery. or at least none that Cassian had ever seen…Azriel picked out the comb that Cassian had picked, turning it over in his hands…and for the first time Cassian saw a thin bracelet stretching over his wrist. It was so black that it would would easily sink into the black of his fighting leathers, so of course that would have made sure that Cassian didn’t notice it. But right now Az wasn’t wearing fighting leathers but a simple dark shirt, and so it stood out more against his skin. 

“I know the owner,” Azriel answered the question, his voice quiet. His scent changed suddenly, to Cassian’s surprise from contentment to happiness. 

“Did you ever buy anything from here?” he asked and Azriel hummed. 

“Of sorts.”

“How can you buy something from sorts?” Cassian wondered. How did that even work? 

“If the person doesn’t let you pay in money, does that count as buying?” Azriel gave back with a shrug. 

What? “How else would you pay?” Cassian asked. How? 

“I get a special discount,” Azriel told him sagely. 

“For what?” Cassian asked and then his jaw dropped when…suddenly it…Was Azriel paying for whatever he bought with sex? 

His brother hit him on the back of his head with zero hesitation. 

“Not that ,” Azriel told him drily. 

“I didn’t say anything!” Cassian snapped. 

"It was written all over your face," Azriel replied, rolling his eyes. “I know the owner. That’s why I get a special discount.”

Fine. 

Still, the hair comb was a way better gift than anything that anything he had come up with lately, so he thanked his brother for that. 

“Thank you.”

“Of course,” Azriel responded easily.

Cassian should just really give up trying to figure out who was Azriel’s special somebody. He was never going to get it right.

[zaceouiswriting]

Fairy Prince - Hearts of Leviathans - Ch.35

Character: Sky x male reader, Riven x male reader, Brandon x male reader

Universe: Somewhere in Winx Club/Saga

Warnings: A pushing building

From now on, I will only include GIFs of the boys who appear in the chapter. However, if none of them appear in a chapter, I randomly choose one of the boys and insert his GIF. But don't worry, I will add a warning that the character does not appear in this chapter.

(Brandon)

(Sky)

(Riven)

Tears fill my eyes as disbelief overshadows most of my thoughts. How can this be? Is fate truly this cruel?

"I didn't mean to upset you!" the guy I now know as Brandon interjects. He's holding his hands up defensively, and his eyes are still cloudy, so I'm guessing he's still not in his right mind after all this.

The reminder that it's not him but only Brandon brings me back to my senses. "Stone armor!" I mutter through gritted teeth. In an instant, my entire right arm is covered in thick stone, almost looking like plate armor. Without hesitation, I pull my arm back and hit Brandon before he can realize what I'm doing.

With a loud bang followed by a thud, he lands on the floor, unconscious, or so I hope. I really don't need a murder investigation right now. So I conjure the armor away and crouch down to his side to feel for a pulse. To my relief, there is one; it's faint, but it is there. To make sure that nothing too serious had happened to him, I also examined his head for injuries, and to my delight, I found none.

“Man, your head is harder than rock,” I mutter, chuckling, “What a waste!”

As I stand back up, the situation really dawns on me. How, in the name of the old ones, do I get him out of this small room without attracting too much attention? Dragging him across the floor like a sack doesn't feel right, but the thought alone still brings a brief grin to my lips. But the further image of someone running into me from behind and undoubtedly making a problem out of the situation immediately makes my smile disappear.

What would I say if that happened? 'Yeah, man, I was just taking him for a walk,' like an animal, or 'He just drank too much,' which wouldn't be a complete lie, but I can't even say what he drank. But I already know that I'm going to make sure he never gets his greedy, big, strong, imposing... Where was I? Oh yes, I have to prevent him from getting his greedy little grabbles on the alcohol that he had undoubtedly consumed in abundance.

I sigh and curse myself for getting into all sorts of strange situations. Why is it always me? Do the Leviathans despise me this much? And yet, with another heavy sigh, I surrender to the situation and accept it.

"You're lucky I'm not as bad a person as your entire group of friends seems to be," I mutter in exasperation, fully aware that he cannot hear me in the deep worlds of his surely despicable dreams, and I can only hope that I would not be in them. 

I quickly crouch down and try to pull on his arms and legs, but immediately have trouble moving him.

"Shit, you're heavy!" Grumbling, I couldn't believe this. "What are you eating, man? If your body didn't look like a fucking statue, I'd put you on a damn diet! Where the fuck are you hiding all that weight?" I curse under my breath like a battle-hardened soldier.

I try to lift him from different directions, but it takes a bit until I finally get a better grip. After this, it becomes much easier. Even though it's heavy, I somehow manage to pick him up and throw him over my shoulders. A shiver runs down my spine as I feel his well-developed abdominal muscles, which, under other circumstances, I would gladly make my personal pillow on my back. Getting up after that is no problem. After all, I am used to carrying boulders on my back, so this is almost too easy.

But with Brandon over my shoulder, I'm faced with another problem. How the fuck am I going to get him out of this tiny room? The first problem is simply opening the door because I have to hold Brandon with both hands. However, with a little quick thinking, I push the handle down with my elbow, which resolves the first problem. What I didn't realize, however, is that the door is quite narrow. It must have been a miracle that Brandon even got through it unless the house had something to do with it.

I could only stare fiercely at the wall. However, I now know that I will have to exchange a few harsh words with the building the next morning. It feels like a trick on its part to set me up with someone it wants to see me with. It might have worked if Brandon had a real brain instead of hot air in his head, which is harder than metal.

I try to force us through, but the only thing I hear is me hitting him against the wooden frame. Even though his head is as hard as metal, I still don't want to hurt him any further. So I try to bend him, but even that doesn't work; seeing him in strange positions will amusingly haunt my daydreams for a while, though. When that doesn't work either, I feel something boiling up inside me, and before I know it, the frame has already broken into several pieces. A contented grin forms on my lips as I leave the room with a skip in my steps, only to nearly trip over my own little feet. When I look back, though, I see that the floor has moved up slightly, but before I tear the whole house apart, I close my eyes and count to ten. When I open my eyes again, the elevated ground has disappeared. I can only guess in the hope I didn't see it, but the building will know in the morning!

Anger wells up inside me again, but this time, I swallow it because I know nothing good will come of starting a fight with the building right now. It would only force me into another uncomfortable situation.

Still, I'll have to make it clear to the building that if it continues annoying me, I'll explode in anger. The more I think about it, the angrier I get, with righteous anger. After all that, I let out some of my magic. Shortly afterward, the ground shakes as I use my released magic to pull out the magic I gave to the building. Before I know it, one of the maids comes running up, apologizes on behalf of the building, bows, and asks me to stop what I'm doing. To say I'm stunned would be an underestimation.

It's the first time I've seen any of them since we got there, and once again, I'm overcome by a strange feeling of familiarity. Even with Brandon on my shoulder, I walk around her, looking her up and down, trying to figure out why I feel so strange around her. She doesn't seem uncomfortable or even freaked out (like I would feel), almost as if she doesn't feel anything. Her entire demeanor is strange and monotone, like there are no emotions in her body.

As I come back around her, I stare into her eyes, studying her again, only to suddenly see something. Quickly, I grab Brandon's shirt to hopefully keep him on my shoulder so I can use my other hand to take her forearm and twist it. The woman tries desperately to pull her arm from my grasp, but I only grip it tighter. Suddenly, her forearm crumbles like an old stone; although everything around that part is flesh and blood, the crumbling part is clearly stone. She tries to cover it up and lets out a small cry. 

Although my heart bleeds for her, I push her hand away and pull the partially crumbling stones from her wound, only for normal, red blood to ooze out. As I move her arm closer to my face, I see nothing but the blood of others, hear their screams, and beg me to end it for them. Shaking my head, I force myself out of those memories. Back in the moment, I reach into her open flesh that has not yet turned to stone, large, silent tears forming in the woman's eyes. But even the flesh feels normal.

I already have an idea of what this woman really is, but I can't believe it. How could I? Until now, it was just a legend, but now that I see it with my own eyes, how could I keep believing it to be a simple myth?

Now that I know the legend is true, I must do something before she dies. I hold her wound in my hand and imagine the deepest darkness of my homeworld, a place so deep inside that instead of scorching heat, one would suffer an icy cold that would chill one to the bone. I've never done this before, but I've heard of it once—just another legend, really, but knowing that many legends may be true.

Luckily, I feel a strangely strong connection to the frozen depths. Out of nowhere, a thunderous voice warns me not to disturb the sleeping. Annoyed, I let the invisible being from whom the booming voice originates know who I am. My words are met with an uncomfortable silence, so I channel most of my regained magic into the connection. The voice suddenly becomes quieter, the hostility disappearing almost instantly.

I have no way of knowing any secrets of my fairy magic, as I cannot ask anyone. But at this moment, I feel like I have found someone. I ask the voice for help and let it know what happened. But it remains silent; it only sends something through the connection, and out of nowhere, I feel something ice-cold at my fingers. Even though it feels uncomfortable, I do not take my hand off the woman's forearm.

At the same time, a happy sigh escapes from the woman's throat; relief is clearly visible on her former tense face. Only when the connection breaks do I raise my hand again; my hand is colored a dark blue color. However, the black-blue, soft, almost liquid stone in the woman's deep wound is more fascinating. Out of pure curiosity, I touch it, even scooping a little onto one of my fingers, and watch it expand. I quickly realize what it is for.

Before I know it, I'm ordering the woman to go to the others, scrape out everyone's wounds, apply a thin layer of this substance, and warm them in any way they like. She nods understandingly and is clearly grateful for my help. She bows to me again, calling me 'Prince,' before running away, holding her arm so nothing falls out.

Left behind, I can only shake my head; none of this is as expected. I just want to learn about my magic and become the best guardian fairy I can. But here I am, carrying a specialist on my shoulder, fighting everyone, and having hardly made any friends except the musclemen, but honestly, they are the best; at least they don't play any mind games.

When I reach our dorm room a few minutes later, I try to walk in, but something blocks me. Irate, I try again and am stopped again. I almost lose my shit, ready to murder someone. I turn my head slightly, and all the color drains from my face: Brandon's head is thrown clean against the wall. I curse myself inwardly, step sideways, and finally make it inside. With a flurry of magic, I close the door behind us.

The room is dark; the other two have apparently already gone to bed. I open the door to Brandon and Sky's bedroom and turn on the light, which causes the blonde to let out some annoyed noises, pissing me off even more. He tries to block me out and the light by putting his pillow over his head, but it doesn't work, which I can only guess because he groans even more annoyed.

"Why did you have to turn on the light?" He whines like a child. I abruptly turn my head and glare at him angrily, my sheer fury quickly silencing the blonde.

"Not only are you irresponsible, but you're also an immense bad influence," I shout at him, not caring who might hear. "Aren't you supposed to be his squire? Then how did he get out of the room, completely drunk, and force himself on me?" While I wait for an answer, he stares at me. Groaning, I let Brandon fall from my back onto his bed, taking off his shoes and socks while I tell Sky what happened, occasionally glaring disappointingly at him. After pulling his shirt over his juicy muscular torso, I pull his blanket over Brandon's body and finally turn back to Sky.

"If you ever allow him to drink what he had yesterday, I promise you"—I clench my fists and point at him with furious eyes—"I swear that Eraklyon will not have a crown prince anymore. Do you understand me?" Sky only stares at me with big, shiny, incomprehensible eyes. I don't even know if he's all there, so I walk over to him, grab his wide chin, and force him to look at me. "I will ensure that Eraklyon will suffer, fall apart, and be forgotten!"

Without waiting for an answer, I turn away from him, leave their room, and stroll into my own, where I fall into bed, annoyed.

***

Early the next morning, I find myself sitting in the cafeteria long before my roommates or anyone else is there; only a few other specialists training at such untimely hours accompany me there. Although Neil's group tries to get me to sit with them, I want to be alone for a little while.

As I dig into my third meal, the other seats at my table are suddenly occupied. I can only roll my eyes when I look up from my plate, but to my further confusion, only Riven acknowledges me with a glance, smiling briefly but quickly getting up to grab his own food. But Brandon and Sky, whatever they want to call themselves since they evidently have something to hide, are acting completely normal, cracking jokes, laughing, and doing what they normally would.

Their behavior makes me almost go crazy; why are they behaving like that? Can't they remember? I mean, they must have been pissed drunk, but still. Even staring at Sky doesn't do anything. The next moment, I stop digging through my food, realizing I'm either forgetful or stupid. Why do I still call him Sky when I know his real name?

"We're going to train!" I tell them without hesitation as I slam my cutlery onto the table. I finally get the attention I want. All three of them look at me with innocent, tilted eyes. "Put your stuff away; we're going to train now!"

I get up from the table, pick up my things, and put them away, only to return to the others, where all three are still staring at me uncomprehendingly. Anger boils inside me again, but I smile at them anyway and use just a little of my magic to fling their plates and cutlery into the air. With a speed that could have seriously injured someone, I hurl everything where it belongs.

“Let’s go now!”

[Masterlist]

[1800naveen]

Chapter 27 of ACOWAR

When I first read ACOWAR and got to the part where Mor is having a breakdown about her dad entering Velaris but Rhysand tells her that he won't get in, nothing really was going through my mind. But something clicked today...

This. Just this. This paragraph made me realize that this is Jim Crow. Sarah Janet Maas, did you create the fairy version of Jim Crow? Has anyone else notice this?

In the late 19th century, these laws were created in the Southern part of the US which legalized racial segregation of the black community and other people of color. Black and white students attended separate schools, with black schools typically receiving far less funding and resources. Restaurants, theaters, hotels, parks, drinking fountains, you name it, were segregated.

Black people weren't welcomed almost anywhere. Signs that said "whites only" to keep them away and racists who would get agitated over a black person coming near their establishment. Lynch mobs chasing them, burning buildings associated with the black community, etc.

This also reminds me of ICE or border patrol. The people who deal with immigrants and will send them back to their countries, the same country that they left behind so that they can have a better life for themselves and their family.

Imagine finally leaving Hewn City. You feel a mix of emotions but happiness is one that fills you. You're finally free and you can see the world now! When you go to Velaris, you notice that some things are strange. People look at you funny, they treat you almost as if you're a criminal, they don't serve you at restaurants, they won't let you have a place of shelter, and you can't even have fun. It clicks in your head that this is not a safe, welcoming place for people like you. When it comes to an end, you're sent back into the darkness that you were came from, where you were born from, and you wonder if you'll ever see the light again.

I'm the daughter of two immigrants who left their country due to a civil war and they haven't been back since they left. When they came to America, it was all before shit like that was more serious so they were lucky not to deal with this crap. In many African countries (including my own), we have tribes AKA ethnic groups. Sarah's description of Illyria and the Illyrians makes me think of the dumb stereotypes of Africans. That we live in huts, that we hunt with bow and arrows or spears, that we're primitive, etc. You can tell in Sarah's writing that she has never actually experienced the things she writes.

I feel sad reading this again and knowing what that's the equivalent of. The woman doesn't even bother to hide her racism. Who am I kidding? If she used a black woman's death to promote her book, she can do shit like this! Sarah, you little white-privileged bitch.

How the Illyrians are portrayed as violent, savage, warmongering people who have a patriarchal system and are based on brown/indigenous people remind of George RR Martin's portrayal of the Dothraki who are nomadic warriors that are seen as brutes, warmongers, people who don't have any respect for their natural surroundings, have a patriarchal system, and their men treat women worse than the Illyrians. These guys are based on the Mongolians. I know George wrote this in the 90s and stuff but there had to be something based on portraying a culture into your fictional story.

My honest reaction to Sarah creating the fairy equivalent of the Jim Crow laws and ICE/border patrol:

Me realizing that if there's major problem that different groups of POC faces, she'll somehow put it in her books so that her white main characters can face it, so that they can finally be the ones that get oppressed:

SJM when you tell her that making her white main characters go through and face problems that people of color have struggled and dealt with for years isn't right:

[cometblaster2070]

i'm here to peddle my crystal and farrah agenda so that means it's everyone else's problem now too.

i'd personally like to revamp crystal's entire character. like instead of being the snow king's daughter (which is fucking stupid might i add) she's just the snow queen's daughter, and in this version, the snow queen is a very cold and neglectful mother who couldn't care less about her daughter.

i think it'd be cool to have it established that canon crystal's personality is basically what crystal acted like as a child when ashlynn and briar knew her; as a fun-loving, carefree child with far too much power, but ultimately someone with a good heart who just wants to have fun.

but then crystal grows up. she grows up in a cold, isolated palace, entirely alone save for her callous and uncaring mother and hordes of servants who fear and hate her because of her mother.

this crystal is one that grows up and turns into her mother. she grows up bitter and spiteful and powerful, and she grows up with zero checks on her behavior, because the servants are too scared to ever say no to her, while her mother doesn't really care about what she's doing.

i'd like her to grow into someone so confused and upset; someone who very, very badly suffers from a lack of love or a loving home or parent. someone whose only happy memories are of the friends she made so, so long ago. someone whose happy memories are pushed so far back in favor of all the terrible things that have happened since.

anyways then the entire epic winter plot plays out, those shards in her mother's eyes or whatever, and instead of just being neglectful and cold, her mother becomes downright tyrannical and EVIL, and crystal's forced to go down to ever after high to get help from the only people she has left, who are, of course, ashlynn and briar.

and then, instead of having a whiny fucking little bitch who can't tie her laces and complains at any given moment, we'd have a crystal who is numb and unfeeling (something which i want ashlynn and briar to visibly question and be concerned about; i want them to CONSTANTLY be asking themselves about what the fuck happened to their friend and how can they help), and someone who is very, very selfish and is used to taking care of herself and only herself.

but then throughout the special we see crystal grow, we see her mature and we see her learn to love others and realize that she has a lot of people who love her and care for her too; and then gradually, we see her soften and see how her relationships with the other characters deepen.

and here is where i would want to put farrah in, because the crystal x farrah agenda is getting to me i think it'd serve to highlight the contrast between the two of them.

because on the one hand, we have farrah goodfairy, who loves helping people, who always puts people above herself, who risked literally death in order to ensure that ashlynn had a happy ending with hunter. farrah is someone who is said to exist to make others happy, that is her "job" as a fairy godmother; her own happiness doesn't matter.

but then there's crystal winter. crystal winter, who has cared for only herself and has learnt about the cruelty and harshness of the world from a very young age. someone who was not awarded any warmth and love and has learned to turn acrid and bitter and turn away all and any love. crystal is someone selfish. someone who thinks that she's self-sufficient and would not care to help anyone other than herself.

and then throughout epic winter we see them interact and we see them grow through their relationship with each other. farrah is baffled as to how anyone can be so selfish and self-centered and crystal can't believe anyone as optimistic and naive as farrah exists.

soon they get to know each other however, and crystal learns about farrah and her struggles with realizing her own happiness and farrah learns about crystal's lonely upbringing, and we see how crystal learns to be less selfish and care more about others while farrah learns to finally put herself first and prioritize her own needs sometimes.

and then they kiss in the magical epic winter fever dream because i said so and because all of my favorite ships had cute moments in the dream. i'm not really sure about the end, honestly, i'd just like to change crystal's character.

anyways sorry for this horrible ramble, i just have really strong thoughts on crystal and her ruined potential and epic winter, and i couldn't resist mapping something out.

[ominous-feychild]

I have a Problem in that I love to over-explain things even when I don't need to.

Especially when I don't need to. 😭

On that note! I'm working on my introduction post again (take a guess how many times I've gone to work on it and then stopped) and I went too in-depth when I should really be focusing on making it shorter, haha.

Except... I don't want to get rid of what I've written, and still want to share it.

SOLUTION!

My Obsessions:

✦ Fantasy, horror, mystery, action, and exploration of realistic characters' reactions to the things they go through.

What I write tends to be a reflection of this. My main works are high fantasies placed in what I feel is a more realistic setting--not as in grimdark "realistic", but places that are very used to the existence of magic. Someone who's grown up in a place with magical basically-electricity shouldn't spend five pages fawning over the existence of teleporters. Maybe they'll be surprised. Maybe they'll even be impressed. But unless they have some kind of a special interest in the subject, they'll probably spend more time thinking about how convenient it'll be for them rather than how it works, what it means, and the long, long history of magic... which has been around them for their whole life.

✦ Fairy tales, mythology, and folklore

I called myself "ominous-feychild" for a reason, haha. I like horror, I love fantasy, I adore faeries, and dear god--am I in LOVE with putting them all together! In folklore, faeries weren't cute little pixies that helped everyone around them... or even tiny little pixies that annoyed everyone around them (most of the time). They were the things that went "bump" in the night, that you huddled in close with your loved ones when you thought you might've caught their attention... Or, they made you question if your sister's eyes were always that far apart. Wait, was your bedroom there before? Did... did you even have a sister??? Well, you do now. And you might want to start running.

✦ "Ye Olde History" and language

"Ye Olde" meaning "the further away from modern day, the better." I can appreciate steampunk and actually often implement it into my own writing, but I do not consider Victorian England to be old. Civilization has been tracked back to as early as 4000 BCE, and it's way too easy to google that to think history actually started when Jesus was put on the cross. (Note: I am a merciless agnostic and hate what Christianity did to our world's history. So much was erased just because some bigots thought "stupid people don't think and act exactly like me, they're clearly barbaric! Time to erase their entire culture, massacre their people, and/or destroy their creations! Empathy be damned!!!" Fuck Christianity. To any Christians reading this, I don't mean you--just your religion. But you have to admit, it really sucks.)

✦ DIVERSITY!!!

As I just alluded to, I love learning about things that are unlike me. And, even more than that, I love people feeling like they have a place they belong. I've gone most of my life feeling ostracized, I'm not just going to perpetrate that cycle myself. Besides! It gets exhausting being in echo chambers with the same-old white cishet stories all the time.

✦ Explorations of "evil-coded" characters and abilities--aka, not just showing them as evil. Show them as people (for characters) and tools (for abilities)!

This is actually kind of personal to me. Autism and other disabilities have historically most often been relegated to villains because we're somehow "worse" than everyone else. Even I fell into that trap in the past, accidentally making a villain autistic-coded before I got my diagnosis. Now, I love putting people with questionable traits, powers, and backstories on the good side while the typically "good" things end up as villains. Something something, humans want freedom and freedom is chaos, something something, order is forcing things into boxes they might not particularly fit in because "otherwise, where else would they go???"

✦ Learning!!!

This might be weird, but I have a genuine love for just learning! (Not school, just learning.) I go down rabbit holes researching things all the time--and not just for writing! Obviously two of my favorite subjects are history and language, but I also love earth science and the ways our planet regulates itself to try to maintain balance! (And then we humans screw it up but.) Even in general, I love learning about random things, so if you ever have a weird infodump you really want to share, feel free to tag me in it and I'll check it out!!!

Yeah, by the way, this is linked to my actual intro post!

Divider by @cafekitsune

[fantasydreaamer]

Sugar Apple Fairy Tale crossover with Yona of the Dawn. The happy hungry bunch meets Anne, Challe, and Mithril.

Yona and friends are magically transported into Highland.

The HHB try to pass as normal people but accidentally reveal their powers and present themselves as dragon warriors to Anne, Challe, and Mithril.

The HHB first think that Challe is like a dragon warrior with wings but then Anne explains that they are fairies.

Challe is surprised to meet such people with powers and warns them that they could be enslaved and more likely hunted and killed for their powers.

Jae-Ha seeing through Challe immediately and knowing he's in love with Anne. He procceds to flirt with her and Challe almost kills him. Jae-Ha is delighted because his reaction confirms that he's in love with her and wants to push him to admit it.

Jae-Ha admiring Challe's ethereal beauty and being engrossed with him. He asks him about his complete beauty treatment. Challe is deeply annoyed to say the least. Their meeting would be very similar to Hak's and Jae-Ha's. LOL. Challe: "He's a pervert, I've encountered some humans like that." Hak: "Oh yeah that's what I first thought. You should definitely punch him in the face." Challe punchs him and Jae-Ha says: "That hurt so good." LOL. Challe: "He's a weird one, some humans are like that." Jae-Ha: "I'm not a human, I'm a dragon."

Challe being done with the loud bunch and wanting to ditch them: "It's not my problem, bye."

Anne wanting to help them return to their world.

Yona and Anne bonding and forming a team. Yona could try to teach her archery and Anne says she's just a scarecrow that's only good at sugar crafing. Yona tells her how she was a weak girl but she got stronger and trained. Anne shows her about sugar crafting and how she helps people with it.

Yona and Anne having a sleepover and becoming besties. Anne: "Wow, so you have 4 dragons and Hak as your companions." Yona: "They're my friends, they agreed to join me in helping my kingdom." Then Jae-Ha butts in and says: "Anne chan, we could become your bodyguards if you want. You have a beautiful fairy warrior as your companion, and I approve, but the more the merrier, don't you think?" Anne is dumbfounded.

Jae-Ha also joins their sleepover, he fixes their nails and gives them facials. Anne is surprised: "I've never done this before." Challe is suspicious of him and watches him from afar. Hak reassures Challe: "Nah, he's harmless. But I also have the urge to punch him for his antics."

Mithril hanging out with the dragons and especially Jae-Ha, Challe has a migraine. Challe sighs and holds his head all the time at the HHB antics: "My head is going to explode. What a bunch of stupid idiots."

Jae-Ha taking Anne and Mithril on a flying trip. Challe is not happy. Making Challe jealous is Jae-Ha's new favorite pastime, after bothering Hak.

Jae-Ha tries to give some advice to Challe in the romantic department because he sucks. Jae-Ha is flabbergasted at his scarecrow jokes and intense lame trolling with Anne.

Hak and Challe end up bonding and are kind of similar tbh.

Jae-Ha flirts with Anne: "Do you want a kiss or a secret rendezvous, Anne-chan? Anne: "You're just like Challe!" Yona: "Hak is also like that."

Challe likes being around Shin-Ah because he doesn't talk. "Silence at last."

Zeno and Challe talking about long lifespans and immortality. Zeno is like: "Oh my sweet summer child, you don't know what suffering is yet." (Oops what have I done? Now I'm in pain. 😰)

They camp outside and Mithril bothers Kija by putting bugs on his bedding. Yoon scolds him and Mithril is afraid of him.

Jae-Ha is disgusted at slavery and says his famous phrase: "Taking away someone’s freedom is the ugliest thing one can do in this world. People like that ought to decay into dirt and come back as thorny roses." Challe agrees with it, although the poetic style is too much for him.

Challe calls them the Happy Hungry Idiots.

Challe likes sparring with them. "Finally people as strong as me."

Hak admiring Anne's bravery. "We have another princess."

Anne admiring that Yoon can control an unruly group like them. They cook together for everyone. Yoon: "Please forgive these wild bunch."

[cc-genshin]

Traveling with Wriothesley: Day 4

#TravelingwithWrio Day 4

"You know, I can't help but look at that giant tree. Just how many gigantic trees are there in Sumeru?" Wriothesley asked the Traveler, walking through the endless sand.

"Hehe, too many to count actually." The traveler smiled and stopped walking, looking up at the giant tree before them. "That is where the previous archon, Lady Egeria rests. That giant blue tree are part of her remains." The traveler explains.

"Wait, for real? You know, I've never been one to read history, but damn. That's awesome." Wriothesley was so impressed, you could see the way his eyes widened in surprise.

The traveler nods and continues their story. "Yeah, she died here during a battle. I wanted to take you to Amrita pool, where her body is said to rest. Maybe introduce you to my Pari friends as well." The traveler looks around, searching for signs of Pari nearby.

"Pari? What's that? Sounds like a fairy." Wriothesley's curiosity grows, he asks one question after another.

"Hehe, you'll find out when I meet Sorush again. She's a real mouthy fella." The traveler giggles in excitement, eager to see Wriothesley's reaction as they continue their travel in the deserts of Sumeru.

"Here, I had to play the drums to perform a ritual. Well, it was all for the sake of helping the Pari close the hole in the sky." The traveler explains more about their journey. "Drums? I'd like to see you play that." Curious and intrigued, Wriothesley raised a brow and smirked, imagining the traveler playing a drum. "And, a hole in the sky, you said? Just what kind of world crisis do you go through all the time?" With a mix of awe and shock, Wriothesley asked. "Well... I'm a traveler. Solving problems also gets me food to keep going." The traveler shrugs. "And why the sudden desire to watch me play drums?" They pout to tease the Duke. "Hahaha, why not? It's just you and me. Other than our voices, it would be nice to listen to music once in a while." Wriothesley playfully replies and walks off to another spot. The traveler follows along, still pouting to keep up with their banter. "What, are you already getting tired of my voice?" Wriothesley turned around, facing the traveler. "I did not say that," He raised a brow and crossed his arms. "You can talk all day and I wouldn't get tired of it, you know?" He started explaining himself. Amused by the Duke's refute, the traveler couldn't help but smile.

"Well, it's been a long day. What do you say we set up camp?" Wriothesley suggests as daylight slowly fades away. The traveler nods in agreement, following Wriothesley to a clear area. Together, they set up their camp and put up their light for the night. "It's our first night being out in the world," The traveler stretched out their arms and spoke with affection in their voice. "What do you think about it so far?" They asked, looking into Wriothesley's eyes. Wriothesley grins, his eyes beaming with joy. "All I can think about is how much I'm enjoying all of this." He nods while explaining his emotions. "This is something I never thought I would do, being the Duke and all." "Hehe, well you're not the only one enjoying this. I'm having a great time being with you." The traveler shared the same sentiments, filling the air with warmth. Slowly, they are building more respect for one another. Their trust and bond growing stronger day by day. "That's good. I would be a failure as a companion if I'm not entertaining you." Jokingly, the Duke replied. "Ah, honestly, this is too good to be true. That sometimes I worry that I'll wake up to find out it's all just a dream." Wriothesley looks up to the sky, voicing out his thoughts. The traveler fell silent for a moment, taking in the weight of the Duke's words. "If this is all just a dream, I never want to wake up then." The traveler answered with a gentle tone of voice. Somehow, their words brought relief to Wriothesley's heart.

[slashingdisneypasta]

Ok I SWEAR I'm working on more Freddy asks! But I literally just figured these out, and my brain would not let me rest until I sent them into your inbox. I'm serious, I tried XD you don't have to answer right away! This is so I can get peace XD

So what exactly has gotten my brain so riled up? Well, I was thinking about how we compared the N'ever After Wolves to the Toon Patrol, and that led me to thinking of how they'd be in a swapped setting. Like the weasels are a part of a Fairy Tale world, and the wolves are a gang in the 40's.

I'm gonna have to give them seperate asks to keep them organized. Let's start with N'ever After!

Ok so, let's say that maybe in this world, Fairy Tale Land has grown into the new age. Either that, or fea creatures replace the toons in the 1940's. Either way, fairy tale creatures and character of all kinds are running amuck.

In the case of the bad guys, various villains and baddies have formed their own groups and gangs. In the case of the Big Bad, Granny and Kiddy, they stick together.

Calling them a gang might be stretching it, since it's just the three of them? But they do still commit crimes together, and strike fear into those who know them.

Big Bad, with his manipulative friendliness, is put in charge of collecting debts and striking deals more often than not. He's the one who snags the person in, make them feel comfortable, before he lays it out for him. And he has no problem getting his hands dirty if they don't cooperate.

Granny is genuinely nice, but that doesn't mean he's to be messed with. With his more inquiring smarts, Granny is better at getting intel and interrogating. He can easily play it the easy way, pretending to be a regular guy asking plenty of questions. Or he can play it the hard way; getting the answers out of you by force.

Kiddy is more often by Granny's side, but that doesn't mean he isn't useful. If need be, Granny or Big Bad- mainly Big Bad- will have Kiddy sniff out any run aways that owe them. Or, similar to the movie, they'll have Kiddy check a situation out for them.

Who is the head boss? Eh... Granny and Bad can't seem to decide XD they're constantly butting heads just like in the movie. And if their gang ever grew in size, they'd probably wind up having their own lackeys that follow them.

When Frieda was getting all the bad guys together- which in this AU would take a bit longer, since she'd have to visit each individual gang and convince them to join her cause, Granny was the one who questioned it at first, but Big Bad decided to go all in right away. Granny, and Kiddy by extension, were quick to follow.

Alright, what we really want. The S/O headcannons XD

With your Princess Y/N, I'm not sure how you'd want to implement them in this AU (if you even want to- I'd love it if you'd wanted to! But of course you don't have to ^^). But for my Riding Hood Y/N; I'd say that Y/N is one of the debtors. Sort of.

Y/N runs her own grocer. It's a small business that happens to be in the wolves' part of town, so she's gotta pay the 'protection fee' just like everyone else.

At first it starts off as just paying money. But at some point, Y/N gets the idea that Big Bad likes food, and he seems pretty friendly enough. So maybe, if she gives him some of her produce along with the cash, it'd put her in his good book and make her extra safe!

It works. I mean, who's gonna turn down free food? And Y/N even winds up meeting Granny and Kiddy too after this deal has been made.

Eventually, Big Bad decides that she doesn't have to pay them the money anymore. Claiming that her good food is payment enough now. And this is definitely a relief to Y/N!

But in reality, that's the first sign that the wolves have grown fond of Y/N. The next sign is when they start stopping by her store more often. Even after collecting her 'payment'. It's kind of scary, but as long as they don't do anything to her, Y/N doesn't pay it any mind.

Ok that's all I got because I need to get started on the Toon Patrol ask XD I hope you like these! These are still fresh in my brain, so they may be clunky or change in the future. Don't be afraid to add onto this if you want! ^^

How-... How did you- How did you make me fall for Big Bad even w o r s e??? XD Good lord.

'And he has no problem getting his hands dirty if they don't cooperate'- holy moly. I-

... ANYWAY-

This is amazing omg XD I have read this a f e w (*cough* understatement) times since you sent it and oh boyyy I just love it so much XD I wish I had more to add 😅

Granny being capable of a calm chat but also of beating information out of someone?? Granny keeping Kiddy by his side while he does this 'business'?? Acwywvsidvksoahsbsyckwpqbwbfhcpanack!!

And the x reader stuff-

Oh my lord, I have some imagines for you.

Imagine Granny spending the day with your Red Riding Hood!Reader, maybe Big Bad sent him to try and scope out the situation with you (Why doya gotta pay em for gang protection?? You seem nice enough... its sus.) so he's just hanging out under the guise of being bored on a day off. Asking you if ya need some help around here... if not, do you have oranges? Are they good ones? It's been a bad year. Somehow he fits in perfect and you forget you were suspicious of him at the start today because he's such good company and you like eachother. The whole time he's trying to get you comfortable with him enough to tell him your deal- but damnit, he likes you too. You're smart, and tough, and got a good sense of humour.

Welp, guess he'll haveta tell Big Bad he got nothin from ya~~ But that's all good, I'll go back until got the information. Ya got me word.

And my Princess!Reader!! I feel like she would be a popular princess toon (of course), doing a lot of fairytale cartoons. She's beloved by audiences and she's got a pretty good following.

Imagine Princess!Reader one day meeting Big Bad on the street. She knows he has to be bad news, she's not dumb, but she is passionate about her work and he would be perfect to be her co-star for an upcoming Red Riding Hood remake. Theirs just something about him that hits her hard, she doesn't realise yet that it is lust, and they click so he agrees; sure, why not? Could be a laugh, and you sure aren't bad company, sweetheart~ The way her eyes light up at him agreeing to be her big bad wolf makes him a little soft, he knows he's in deep already, but he's not one to back off. As the filming begins and they get closer and closer (both physically and emotionally), scandalous rumours spread about famous good girl Y/N L/N and one of Toon Towns most notorious criminals XD

[dorylinae-supremacy]

Almost 3am and I physically cannot stop thinking about dark fluffy fae AU’s

Fae au… save me.. Fae au Save me fae au

I have decided that this is my chance to ramble about all the fae WIPS I have noted down so read all that under the break! It’s very very long so enjoy!

First concept is Phil being vaguely magic and then falling in love with Kristin and them having 3 half fae children who are just weird and wonderful.

They’re not human so they don’t entirely understand things (which can lead to them just being fucked up sometimes) but they still go out and spread their magic.

Techno toys with crops, using his gifts of magic for both good and evil while Wilbur weaved his own magic into his words and form. He can convince anyone of anything if he works hard enough.

Tommy would be a chaotic bundle that just shoots out spells at random, causing mayhem wherever he goes.

Another concept is a fairy au where the seelie have butterfly wings while unseelie have either moth or other insect wings I can’t decide. Techno, a seelie Prince, is given off to the other court as a sign of good will.

From my silly little notes he basically has to put off a massive performance for them to save his branch of the fae family tree. Problem is his parents are assholes.

Obviously shenanigans ensue where Wilbur decides to scope out this other Prince and ends up deciding that he’s brother materiel.

Queue him using a bit of madness magic to make Techno go a bit off his rocker and begin to get violent. It all would end in the big performance where he dances and dances and by the time he’s done he realises he killed all the others and then gets adopted.

I also have another AU where fae!Wilbur is pushed into having his own circle far too young and ends up trapped in a deal with human!SBI because of it.

General vibes of that one is that he’s way too young to be making deals of that kind but he gets forced into it anyway and now he has to try and trick people.

Techno comes across him since they set Wilbur up in the palace garden and immediately spots how bad he is at being a fae after Wil fails horribly at tricking him.

Obviously since Techno is incapable of being normal he starts to obsess because Wil took a similar appearance to him since he was the first person he saw. He’s ofc very very interested and now keeps visiting him.

Eventually after a bunch of visits Techno figures out Wils name and steals him away. He reassured Wil that he doesn’t wanna actually do anything bad, he just kinda wants to keep him as a brother and Wil can’t decide if that’s better or worse.

Ofc Techno has to show his new surprise brother to the rest of the family and they’re all not normal about it at all. Phil is probably like “aww what do you have there?” as if Techno didn’t just bring a magical fucking being into the castle.

They bind him in more deals probably. I think Wil would try and be like “I’ll give you whatever you want just let me go” and parentsduo try and let him down softly that he’s literally never going back to the fae realm.

And now I must reveal to you my Sweeter Than Honey brainrot that I hoard away.

First one is very very soft. It’s just a vague outline of Phil deciding to teach Techno how to bake and it’s everything Tech deserves and more. That boy deserves the absolute world.

There’s a small bump in the road where he’s not careful and kinda burns himself but it heals very quickly and he gets cuddles in the nest for it.

My next 2 centre around parties because I think fae have lots of them.

Yet again we have another silly one. It’s the first party that they’ve really had after Techno became a fae and he ends up getting swooped up between different groups of fae. He actually does end up making a few genuine friends and it’s yet again everything he deserves.

He heads out into a garden area with his new besties for a bit and forgets how bad the Prince going missing looks and comes back to Phil freaking out.

After the old man is done having a heart attack it’s time to wrap up and he gets excited to see his friends again sometime soon. He gets all tucked into the nest and dozes off a bit before Phil / Kristin ask him if he enjoyed it.

He kinda mumbles that it’s the first time he’s ever enjoyed a party and thanks them for bringing him to it. He gets a little kiss on the head and falls back asleep.

My final one and what I think is my fav from my STH brainrot chronicles is this one. It’s based off an ask where lenn explained that the masks on the ferry would turn the wearer into the animal it presented.

I think you all know where this is going.

So by now his wings are more grown in, maybe it’s an anniversary of his yoinking who knows, and they’re celebrating on the ferry that brought him over to fae lands as a symbolism thing.

Technos exploring the ship again since it’s changed up appearance a little and ends up finding the mask room again. He makes not the smartest decision and decides to try on a pig mask.

Ofc he turns into a pig and then shenanigans ensue. Probably Bad and Skeppy figuring out that Techno is now a pig and instead of telling Kristin and Phil they kinda just chase him around. It’s a whole situation.

Either way parentsduo figure out that their kid is missing. Again. They flip their shit but try to keep it on the downlow a little. For now.

Obviously they eventually spot Skeppy and Bad chasing around a pig on the boat and connect the dots. They kinda fawn over pignoblade for a while before Kristin reverses the spell.

Fun thing about the ferry though is that it has a sense of humour. One that carries into its magic as well. This apparently includes having Techno keep some of those pig features even after the spell.

He gets some pointy ears, tusks and a tail for his troubles and ends up a bit self conscious about it. Since he feels dumb for falling for the mask and also now he has all these pig features.

Kristin and Phil obviously won’t allow that and let him know just how cute they think his new features are. He feels a bit better after they maybe imitate the traits onto themselves as well.

After that they return to the nest and he falls asleep with his little tail wagging because that’s what he deserves.

I also have a vague idea for a Wilbur centric fae fic but that’s long and I’ve spent like 30 mins just rambling on this post already.

If there’s weird spellings, words or autocorrect then I’m sorry I literally typed this all on phone. I will maybe probably go fix it later if I remember.

Until then, enjoy my delusions o7

[aidanchaser]

Boulangérella: A Miraculous Fairy Tale AU - Chapter Thirty-Five

Table of Contents Read on Ao3 Prologue

There was little that Félix could do to resist Lila as she pushed him into her carriage.

She had ordered him to steal Ladybug’s earrings, so he had gotten one for her. She had ordered him to stay close, so he had. She had ordered him to stop asking questions, so he kept his mouth shut. She had even ordered him not to be upset with her, so he was left to merely collapse into the seat of the carriage, unable to feel little other than exhaustion that left him thin and faint.

Félix did his best to press against loopholes in Lila’s commands, the way he had tried to do with Gabriel’s, but the problem he kept running into was that while he might physically only be bound to the letter of her command, his will was still bound to her intention.

He had broken Gabriel’s intention once before. Gabriel had ordered him not to speak of what he knew to anyone, and Félix had managed to get away with writing it down, even if it broke Gabriel’s intention to keep him quiet.

Félix puzzled over what the answer might be as Lila instructed her driver to take them out of the city. Distantly, he thought that leaving the city was an odd choice. She didn’t have all of Ladybug’s miraculous gift yet. Did she merely want to get her sole bargaining chip out of Gabriel’s reach? But Félix was too focused on solving his own problems to pay much attention to hers.

“Where’s Adrien’s ring?” Lila asked. “Answer honestly,” she added, before Félix could even think to lie.

Félix, in desperation, grasped for the only loophole he could: stall. “I don’t know what you mean.”

“Don’t be stupid.”

It was almost funny how that command settled in his chest. Félix wasn’t stupid by any means, but now he no longer wanted to pretend ignorance. Still, he wielded what little power he could.

“I don’t know if you mean the miraculous gift of destruction or his father’s wedding ring. It’s very reasonable that you could want both.”

“Oh, please. I don’t need both. Once I have Adrien’s ring, he’ll agree to marry me, and Ladybug’s earrings will be enough to convince King Gabriel to make me Adrien’s queen.”

Félix, whose chest tightened more with every second he let her question go unanswered, leaned into her command about intelligence instead. She must know by now that he was the one who had written the letter she’d stolen. She may have told him to stop playing dumb, but even without that, he could see that there wasn’t much point in keeping his knowledge secret anymore.

“If you read the letter that I wrote to Adrien, then you know that won’t work. Gabriel only wants Ladybug’s earrings so he can remake the world with Queen Emilie alive again. Whether he agrees to make you queen in this world or not won’t matter once he has a new world.”

Lila put a well-manicured nail to her lip, but stopped before biting down. She merely stared out the window of the carriage thoughtfully.

Félix didn’t need to read minds to know what Lila’s new plan would be—it was the same plan he would have formed in her position. She would need to claim the miraculous gifts of destruction and creation for herself then make the wish to become queen before Gabriel rewrote the world in his own design.

“You didn’t answer my question,” she said after a moment.

Félix continued to stall. “You never told me which ring you wanted to know about.”

Lila glared at him and pinched the ring between her fingers, as if pressing on it harder might make her commands sink in deeper. “Tell me where the ring that controls Adrien is.”

“Chloé took it from me,” Félix answered, and though he tried to leave it at that, neither his body nor his will would let him. “I believe she returned it to Adrien. In all likelihood, Gabriel has it back by now.”

Finally satisfied with this answer, though not particularly pleased with it, Lila returned to her thoughtful gaze out the window.

Félix tipped his head back and stared up at the carriage’s ceiling. It had been painted with a scenic view of a fox hunt, where in the midst of tall, formidable trees, a pack of dogs had surrounded a small fox, who, with nowhere to run, merely bared his teeth at the encircling hounds in final defiance of his inevitable end.

Lila had forbidden even that from him.

There was one piece of power he had left, one bargaining chip of his own that Lila was unaware of, tucked into his jerkin. The miraculous gift of emotion, however, meant nothing if Félix didn’t have anything to bargain with. Lila and Gabriel had already taken everything from him.

But Lila was about to show him just how much he still had to lose.

Félix assumed that Lila was taking him to one of her family’s estates outside the city, or perhaps to one of the nations her family served as ambassadors to. He expected to be hidden away until she found a way to make him useful. Perhaps she’d find a way to make others believe that he was Adrien, or use his knowledge of the palace’s innerworkings to gain the upperhand in her schemes. Instead, the carriage stopped abruptly in the middle of the forest.

The carriage had navigated the path into the wood as far as it could manage. Trees clustered together more tightly here, and it was going to be fairly difficult getting the horses to turn around. Scraps of moonlight broke through the canopy overhead, but most of the light came from the carriage lanterns.

Lila pulled Félix out of the carriage and, unconcerned with the underbrush’s contrary relationship with her fine silk dress, took a lantern from the carriage and pulled Félix with her deeper into the woods.

Félix had a dozen questions, but all of them piled up in his throat and made it difficult to breathe. Questions may not be permitted, but he had to say something.

He finally managed, “I’m surprised you would leave your driver all alone in the Forest of Fay.”

“He knows what he’s doing,” she said, “and he knows he’s not allowed where we’re going.” She glanced back at him and even gave him a smile. “You’re lucky, you know. No one outside of my family has ever seen what I’m going to show you.”

Félix wondered if she knew how badly the question of “where” still burned in him, even though he wasn’t allowed to ask. It felt like she was dangling it in front of him to taunt him, and he couldn’t even be angry with her for it. If he had not been so wrapped up in his own self-pity, he might have figured out her plan sooner.

Félix would have preferred to make this trek in hunting boots, rather than dancing slippers, but he didn’t have any choice in the matter. Sticks and burrs clung to his silks and Lila’s alike. She didn’t seem bothered however, and picked her way through the trees confidently until they reached a small clearing.

The full moon, by now making its descent in the west, illuminated most of the grassy patch, and Lila’s lantern took care of the rest. The warm torchlight fell on a stack of six slabs of stone, but otherwise the clearing seemed void of human influence. The grass grew wild and a few bloodred flowers, black in the moonlight, broke up the tall, thin stems.

“My family has been coming here for generations.” Lila touched the stack of rocks, large enough to reach her waist, the way someone with a soul might approach an altar. “Isn’t it beautiful?”

Félix wasn’t in the mood to appreciate a landscape, and she had not commanded him to answer, so he said nothing. She didn’t seem to mind his reticence. She set the lantern down on top of the stack of stones and knelt down beside it.

Félix glanced away, into the darkness of the forest. He considered what it would take to run, but even the notion burned all the air from his lungs. She had said, “Stay with me,” hours ago, but it still spun through his veins like another thread of a spider’s silver web.

Don’t run, don’t lie, don’t ask questions, don’t be upset, don’t, don’t, don’t…

Would he be anything by the time she was through with him, or nothing but a collection of prohibitions?

“I hope you’re not thinking of running,” she said.

Félix reluctantly turned back to face her.

She’d dug up a small iron box from the ground beside the cairn. It was no longer than her forearm, and not a lot wider. When she opened it, Félix could see the vague shape of a dagger.

Félix could not fathom what she planned to do with him now, but he had a feeling he wasn’t going to like it.

“You asked me to stay at your side,” he managed to say without letting any fear color his voice. “Where else would I go?”

His answer seemed to please her, and she once more placed her hand on the pile of stones.

“I put this one here myself,” she said. “The one before that, my grandmother placed, and her father before her, and his great-grandfather before him. For three hundred years, my family has added stones to this cairn, marking each of those who served as holders of the miraculous gift of trickery and illusion.”

“So you’ve come to add yours,” Félix suggested, since he wasn’t allowed to articulate the question he wanted to ask.

“Hardly.” Lila’s smile was tight and bitter. “Chat Noir took that miraculous gift from me, and the fay it was associated with. And I will reclaim it,” she added sharply, voice full of fury, “but for the moment I’ll have to be content with the miraculous gift of creation.”

“You came to the forest to make a deal,” he said, but it hardly explained why she had brought him here, nor what the knife was for.

“I’m just not entirely sure it will work.” Lila tapped her fingers against the stone. “You see, my family has hunted the fay for generations, and we learned a long time ago just what sort of sacrifice pleases the fay. Do you know what a fay wants more than anything?”

Félix shrugged. “Flowers?”

“Human blood. No fay can resist it. They’ll take first borns and lovers and parents alike, and they’ll grant whatever power you ask for as long as you give them a human life. There’s just a small catch.”

“They have to be willing,” Félix murmured, and a shiver ran down his spine. Now he could see the shape of Lila’s plan, and he felt like an idiot for not recognizing it sooner. Hadn’t his father, too, been taken out into the Forest of Fay and slaughtered for the Fay of Luck and Creation? He should have predicted this, though he didn’t know how he could have stopped it.

“So you are smart. Then tell me, Your Highness, is your blood human?” She twisted the ring on her finger. “And are you willing?”

The rings on Chat Blanc’s finger vanished in the crackling white glow of pure destruction that gathered in his hand. Hawk Moth had to shield his eyes as its brightness grew, but he gleefully instructed his latest curse to direct such destruction at Ladybug.

Chat Blanc didn’t seem interested in listening to him. The power in his hand merely continued to grow without direction or target.

“I am your father,” Hawk Moth snarled. “Listen to me!”

But it was different than the communication he had had with any of his curse victims so far. Hawk Moth could feel his victims’ emotions, knew the pulse of their rage and heartbreak, and could amplify that as he wished to drive them into battle, like adjusting the course of a stream. For Chat Blanc, however, it was as if Hawk Moth was trying to manage an ocean rather than a river. There were no shores or guidelines to adjust, only grief, full and all-consuming.

The lilies in the tower’s upper chamber began to wilt as the power in Chat Blanc’s hand grew. The floor beneath their feet began to crack.

“Chat Blanc, stop this!” Hawk Moth tried again, but there was no acknowledgement that he was heard. Even Ladybug’s screams for Chat Noir went unanswered.

The floor beneath them gave way, and Hawk Moth had nothing but his magical guise to protect him from the fall.

Félix fell to his knees, heart pounding like it wanted to get in as many final beats as it could before its time ran out. Lila handed him the knife, handle to him, blade to her.

“Take it—and don’t use it against me,” she said, and another thread wound itself around Félix’s will.

He wondered if he would ever get used to the feeling of his heart being yanked on like a marionette. He wondered if he would have the time.

His hand shook, but he did take the blade, and he did not, for even a moment, entertain the thought of running it through Lila’s heart or cutting off her hand and running with the ring. He couldn’t think of freedom, for she’d woven his cage too tightly.

Lila brushed her hand against his cheek in a simulation of tenderness. “You want to do this, don’t you?”

Félix nodded.

She pursed her lips, uncertain, then straightened with a shrug. “I suppose we’ll find out soon enough if you mean it or not.” She leaned back against the cairn, all reverence for it gone as she eyed Félix.

“And if this works, then I know I can use Adrien to claim the miraculous gift of destruction.” She laughed, suddenly and sharply. “Hawk Moth could have easily had everything he wanted if he wasn’t a coward.”

Félix looked down at his hands so that Lila would not see the abject terror in his eyes. He had not been afraid to face his own death, for this was what she had asked of him. He wanted to do it, but he did not want Adrien to suffer this fate as well.

He had done so much to try to spare them both. He could have run, time and time again, there were ways he could have escaped. He could have left when Gabriel first stole his ring, he could have left when he had planned to, but instead he had stayed to save Adrien. He was only in Lila’s clutches because he had tried to protect Adrien.

Maybe his father wasn’t the only thing that had kept him tethered to the castle.

But despite Félix’s new trepidations, the knife went into his abdomen. It hurt. His blood was warm as it spilled over his hands. He wondered, distantly, what his father’s last thoughts had been, who he had prayed to. Perhaps Michel had hoped that this act would protect Félix from Gabriel. Félix had no illusions that his sacrifice here would protect anyone that he loved, didn’t know who he would bother praying to about it anyway.

He doubled over and the knife went in deeper. He gritted his teeth against the pain and pressed one hand against his chest, over the brooch buried in his silks.

“What do you want? And what are you willing to trade?” a small voice whispered. Félix prayed that Lila could not hear it.

He didn’t have the words. He opened his mouth, but he only tasted blood. I don’t know, Félix thought. I don’t know what I want. I don’t know what I’m allowed to want.

“Surely you can do better than that.” The fay’s voice was soft, but lilting. There was desire and temptation in it, in the same tone it had promised Félix knowledge of what had happened to his father, if only he was willing to feel every emotion that came with it.

Félix gritted his teeth against the pain and swallowed down a mouthful of blood. He risked a glance at Lila, but she seemed more interested in nudging the earring in her palm, like she was waiting for it to spring to life in her hand, than in watching him bleed out.

Félix knew what he wanted; he wanted the thing he had always wanted. Just give me power, he begged. Enough power to save himself, to save Adrien.

“What is it worth to you, little prince?”

“Everything,” Félix spat through clenched teeth and this, finally, made Lila look up at him, just in time to watch Duusu’s magic spread through his body.

In a burst of brilliant blue light, an enormous luminescent fantail decorated in brilliant blue feathers and spotted with bloodred peacock eyes sprouted behind him like wings. His pallor, already pale from blood loss, turned an unnatural shade of blue in the sudden light that cloaked him.

He pulled the knife from his own gut and, without reluctance or resistance, turned the blade on Lila.

Amelie had never sharpened a dagger before. While her son had been raised with swords and armor, she had been raised with music and needlework. She assumed sharpening a dagger had little difference from sharpening a needle.

She ran the blade against the whetstone until it drew blood when she ran her finger along its edge.

She did not bother to hide what she was about to do. As she left her private rooms, she carried the dagger at her side. Félix was gone, and she firmly believed he would be safer if there was no temptation for him to return to the palace, not even to see her. She would face treason without flinching.

Amelie started towards the ballroom, for if Gabriel was not there, at least Nathalie would be, and while Amelie thought starting with Gabriel would be for the best, she was not opposed to adjusting her plans.

However, the servants running from the ballroom suggested that Hawk Moth had levied another curse against the kingdom.

For Gabriel to have been Hawk Moth for the past year meant he had to have some place safe and secret, a place that had been locked away and hidden from the staff. It was easy enough to determine where that might be—Félix had told her about the painting, after all.

She adjusted her course for the throne room. She was not keen on the idea of sneaking up on Gabriel while he was transformed into Hawk Moth. She had seen enough of Ladybug and Chat Noir’s endurance to assume it would be hard to hurt him with a simple blade, but she would give it her best attempt.

Amelie turned down the corridor that led to the throne room just as the doors burst open and a dozen guards, commanded by Gabriel, hurried by. She pressed herself against the wall to let them pass, but they hardly seemed to see her. Over the clanking of their armor and weapons she could hear Gabriel shouting something about catching Ladybug and Chat Noir before they disappeared.

For a third time, Amelie adjusted her plans. She had little faith that Gabriel’s guards would be able to stop Ladybug and Chat Noir. They faced monsters almost daily and won every time. A cluster of mortals with sharpened sticks meant nothing to a fay-powered hero, as far as Amelie was concerned.

But perhaps murdering Gabriel in front of Ladybug and Chat Noir and delivering Gabriel’s fay to them would be the best course of action. It certainly gave her revenge-quest a level of nobility she hadn’t counted on. She could be heralded as a hero for stopping Hawk Moth, rather than arrested for murdering her king.

She found, however, that she rather disliked the idea. Her only motivation for hurting Gabriel was revenge for Michel and Félix. To add this layer of goodness, of helping the kingdom, soured the purity of her intentions.

But if it could not be helped, then she would allow this measure of charity to color her revenge.

Before she turned to the ballroom, however, Gabriel returned to her line of sight. She tightened her grip on the dagger and prepared to step forward—only to freeze.

He was dragging Adrien behind him.

This, for the first time since Félix’s words had settled into her heart and solidified into a drive for revenge, gave Amelie true pause. She was not just avenging the people she loved; she was orphaning her nephew.

Adrien would certainly make a better king than his father, and while Amelie was not going to let her sympathy for Adrien’s grief stop her, she had to admit she was not particularly keen on murdering Gabriel in front of Adrien.

Still, she crept to the throne room door behind them, just in time to see Gabriel pull Adrien into Emilie’s tower.

That was unfortunate. She was already hesitant to murder Gabriel in front of Adrien and now she really did not want to murder Gabriel while Adrien saw his mother for the first time in a year.

While Amelie considered how long to wait for them come down, or if perhaps she ought to hunt down Nathalie while she waited, heavy footsteps approached from behind her. She stepped aside, just in time to see Ladybug herself pass by, followed by a soldier in green armor and a trail of—well, a trail of magic, Amelie supposed. She couldn’t make out much more than a few white and gray wisps of smoke slipping past her and following Ladybug’s wake.

And then, bringing up the very rear, was Chloé Bourgeois.

Amelie had seen plenty of tantrums from Chloé as she had grown up, but these tears, large and uncontrollable and making a mess of her makeup, seemed different.

Amelie hid the blade under her skirts and approached Chloé. She pulled her aside and relied on all of her years of mothering a very sullen child of her own to try and calm Chloé down.

“It’s okay, Chloé,” she said, in as soothing a tone as she could manage. “Can you tell me what’s happened,” she said.

“It’s Adrien,” Chloé said through gasping sobs. “And Hawk Moth and—Adrien’s in trouble.”

“King Gabriel won’t hurt Adrien,” Amelie assured her.

“But King Gabriel is Hawk Moth!” Chloé exclaimed.

Amelie was a little surprised that Chloé knew, but she took it in stride. “And he’s never cursed Adrien before. You don’t need to worry, Chloé. Either Ladybug will take care of it, or I will.”

“You don’t understand! Adrien is Chat Noir.”

She swallowed. “And… Gabriel knows?”

Chloé nodded.

“Did he know this the entire time?” Surely not, or he would have acted sooner instead of increasing the bounty on the thief, but Amelie had to ask.

Chloé shook her head. “Adrien’s power ran out of time in the ballroom. Everyone saw, and King Gabriel took him away and—please, I have to go help him!”

But as Chloé begged for Amelie to let her pass, the ground beneath their feet shook. A huge rumble rolled through the throne room and the pillars that held up the high ceiling trembled. The enormous glass behind the throne shattered as rocks and stones crashed through it, and a portion of the wall crumbled away. Cracks spread through the ceiling of the throne room and Amelie ushered Chloé out.

Though they ran, they could not run fast enough to escape the force of destruction that burst from the tower. Amelie and Chloé were thrown forward as the tower crumbled. Amelie struck her head against a wall, but she could hear, faintly, the pillars of the throne room buckling one by one.

Chloé was still at her side, but unmoving. Amelie dragged her forward, hoping the collapse would not extend into the corridors. She made it through the threshold just in time. The ceiling caved in and the doors to throne room sagged, but the rest of the palace shuddered and held steady in the wake of the destruction.

Amelie coughed as the dust and mortar rose into the air and settled into her lungs and eyes. She blinked back tears and scanned the chaos through the haze, heart heavy. She wanted Gabriel dead, but not at the cost of Adrien. She searched desperately for a flash of Adrien’s black mourning attire, or even Gabriel’s red and white regalia. Something green flickered in the haze, but that was irrelevant to her. And then—there it was: a flash of purple, crawling away from the chaos caught her eye.

Hawk Moth’s magical clothing was undamaged, though something dark and unnatural crawled up his neck and into his cheeks. It looked a lot like Chat Noir’s destructive Cataclysm.

But Amelie saw no sign of Chat Noir, nor Adrien. There was no scrap of black tucked away in the rubble. Only, not far from Hawk Moth, a young man in brilliant white and silver, unsullied by dirt and rubble.

Amelie did not know who he was and was wholly uninterested in him and whatever magic protected him. She had one goal. She got to her feet and climbed over the rubble until she reached Hawk Moth.

“Amelie,” he gasped, or maybe in his desperation he called for her sister. She couldn’t be sure, and she wasn’t going to ask. She helped him to his feet and he gripped her arms. His legs trembled as if they could not sustain his own weight. It was possible he was already on the edge of death from the fall and whatever magic was seeping into his bones. But Amelie was not going to take any chances.

Without hesitation, she plunged her knife into his gut, and he collapsed into her arms.

Félix slumped to the grass and with weak, numb fingers, pried his ring from Lila’s limp hand. He kept one hand pressed against his stomach, trying to stem the pain and the bleeding. He ought to be dead, but the magic in his veins seemed to be keeping him alive. He didn’t know how much longer it would sustain him for. He had asked for the power to save Adrien, and with Lila dead…

With Lila dead, he was only halfway there. Gabriel still waited at the palace.

Félix slipped his ring onto his finger. Bits of it glinted silver in the moonlight, but for the most part it was black with a combination of her blood and his. He also grabbed the tear-drop shaped ruby from her hand, then paused to retch at the base of the blood-stained cairn.

Despite a lifetime of fencing lessons, no one had adequately prepared Félix for what it meant to take another life. He didn’t regret what he had done, but it didn’t feel particularly noble or just. It just felt… empty.

Félix used his sleeve to wipe his mouth dry of blood and bile and used the bloody pile of stones to stagger to his feet. He wondered if he would even be able to walk to the palace in his condition, let alone find it.

But he had to get to Adrien. He had to. None of this mattered if he couldn’t save Adrien.

He grabbed the lantern more as an afterthought, rather than any real foresight. His vision wasn’t particularly steady, light or no light, but he didn’t fancy bumping into a hundred trees in the darkness. No need to add concussions to his growing list of wounds.

He only knew to go vaguely west, so he followed the moonlight as best as he was able. He wasn’t counting on much—not his own skill, not the Forest, nor even whatever magic he had been granted. If he was counting on anything, it was luck. And if he prayed to anyone, it was Ladybug.

[prince-rowan-of-the-forest]

We'll Save You (1/4)

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Janus finds himself stumbling into problems like one stumbles over rocks on the road, except some problems are a little worse than others.

But when he finally stumbles into someone who isn't like everyone else Janus' had met so far in this unforgiving world, he thinks that maybe there is some merit to the world after all.

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Fic Warnings: implied + referenced abuse/torture. trauma, an oc character generally being creepy. referenced past starvation

Pairings: pre-established prinxiety, pre-romantic anaroceit.

Word Count: 4054

Notes: Hellloooo @anaroceitweek day 1 here - yes I'm tagging myself and participating in my own event shut up.

Ao3 is down so I can't post on there just yet, but I will later! So! Yeah!

My plan is to continue this fic with a few of the other prompts from this week if I can get the writing done in time, but I might not lol, they may be late. I really want to draw Roman from this au after I described him-

Also I'm flying by the seat of my pants for this fic (wtf does this phrase actually mean lmao) so I have planned NOTHING lol

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“Hello there little one,” said a whispering voice in the back of Janus’ mind that sent shivers down his spine. He ignored it, resolute, you weren’t supposed to talk to the voices in the forest, “My my, aren’t you far from home?”

Janus growled in the back of his throat, pushing forward. If he didn’t acknowledge the creepy voice speaking straight into his brain, then it would go away and leave him the hell alone. 

“What is such a little thing like you doing here in our woods anyway?” The voice sounded thoughtful, and Janus could almost picture a being putting a finger to their chin in curiosity with it.

He shook his head to get rid of the image and kept walking at his almost-too-quick pace, pushing back a branch, ducking under another one, stepping over the poisonous plant, keep going. 

“Careful where you step,” The voice crooned, almost mocking, Janus couldn’t resist the urge to glance around at the area. No one was there, he glared at the empty space anyway. 

“Why such a look, little one? I’m only trying to help,” The voice said, growing a little louder and slightly more persistent, the tone was almost a whine, but somehow Janus could tell that whatever was talking to him wasn’t genuinely upset.

“Shut up,” Janus muttered, pulling out a compass as he stopped for a moment, he groaned, finding he’d gone off course a little, turning and heading in the right direction.

“You shouldn’t be here,” The voice seemed to tease, “The woods are no place for a little mortal like you.”

“Yeah, well, don’t really have a choice do I,” Janus hissed at the empty forest around him, before slapping a hand over his mouth and sighing. Well, now he’d done it. 

“Oh how precious!” The voice seemed to laugh, “What are you running from, little one?”

“Nothing,” Janus snapped, “None of your business, whatever you are.”

“But it is my business, see,” They said voice punctuated with a cackle that had Janus paling, “Because you just stepped into my circle!”

“What,” Janus whispered, panicked now as he heard a whooshing breeze and suddenly the voice was gone. He looked around him, alarmed, to find that he was in fact standing in a circle - of pink and yellow flowers and mushrooms. He cursed, looking around again, this was a fairy circle, and he was stood in the centre of it. 

A strong, icy breeze whipped through the forest, tugging at his cloak and hair before settling again. Janus needed to get out of this circle before… but he couldnt’ seem to move his damn feet.

“What a surprise!” Someone said behind him, the voice sounded eerily similar to the one that had been speaking in his head, “Why, I haven’t had a visitor in years, welcome to my circle, little one.”

“Let me g-” Janus hissed, turning around only for his jaw to drop, the word he was speaking being cut off halfway through. 

Standing mere inches behind him was a person who could only possibly be fae. They smiled at him, the look on their face was something that might have been inviting, possibly even warm, if he took it at face value. 

Instead, he saw the undertones, something unnerving, and almost sinister. 

“Won’t you rest, little one, you’ve had such a long journey,” They said, cupping his face with their hand, he could already feel himself sinking to the ground, compelled by the siren-like melody of their words, “Yes that’s right, just rest, and tell me, what is your name, little one?”

Janus opened his mouth to reply, to answer, despite every part of him screaming no, to stay awake, to keep his name locked close to his chest. As his vision went black, he knew he wasn’t lucky enough to be so strong-willed. 

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Running. 

He was running. 

Where to? He didn’t know, where from? He shuddered to think.

His legs burned, the muscles screaming at him to stop, to rest, take a break, his mind whispered. He couldn’t take a break, if he stopped they would catch him and bring him back. His lungs burned too, every breath feeling like sandpaper in his throat, he kept going despite, kept pushing as he flew through the forest, the trees and the grass and plants barely able to hold him back for a second. 

It wasn’t the same forest he had been in all those years ago when he’d been escaping something that felt so far away from him now. So inconsequential and yet still able to shoot another bolt of adrenaline down his spine. He kept running.

No, this wasn’t the same forest. This one was luscious, almost too saturated - enough to hurt Janus’ eyes if he looked close for too long. This forest was filled with critters he didn’t know how to name, that he’d never seen before. It was filled with floating orbs of light that kept his path glowing ahead of him even as night began to fall. 

Janus ran until he crashed into something solid. His eyes were starting to blur from exhaustion at that point, and when he hit… whatever he had run into… his legs buckled and he simply sank to the floor, trying to pull air into his lungs. He didn’t know how far he had gotten, he only remembered the last stretch of the journey. But he felt like he had been running for hours. 

Someone was speaking, and Janus felt a dull stab of panic in his chest, someone was here, would they take him back? Had they come for him?

He tried to push himself up so he could run again but found he could barely even push himself up from the ground. When his arms gave out and he collapsed again, he was caught by an arm, a strong, warm arm, that pulled him into some kind of hold. His mind was too hazy and tired to really register what was happening as he was lifted into the air and carried away. 

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“What the fuck is that.” 

“A mortal!” Roman said, “I think.”

“You think?” Virgil hissed, pacing, “You just- You just brought in what you think is a mortal? To our house?”

“It ran into me!” Roman protested, “And then collapsed - and it looked so scared, I couldn’t just - leave it, Virge, you know that.”

“Well what are we supposed to do with it now?” Virgil said, gesturing widely to the mortal who lay sleeping in their shared bed. He wasn’t in the best shape, not by a long way. He was scrawny, with barely any meat on his bones. He wore clothes that covered his arms and legs, though they were ripped in places and too big. Knotted, messy blonde hair covered their still tense face. 

Roman took a deep breath, “I supposed we… look after it?”

“You’re serious?” Virgil said, groaning, “Why don’t we just drop it outside of the nearest fairy circle back into the mortal world?”

“Virge,” Roman said sternly, “First off, I think it’s a he? We’ll have to ask when it- he- wakes up, second, we don’t know where he came from, or how long he’s been here - we can’t just drop him off in the mortal world! He might be centuries and miles away from when he came in!”

“So?” Virgil said, crossing his arms, “Since when was that our problem?”

“Shush,” Roman hissed, raising a hand, “I think he’s waking up!”

“Ro- what-” Virgil hissed back as Roman rushed over to the bed, watching the mortal intently as he slowly blinked open his eyes. There was a moment of silence - so much so that even the room seemed to be holding it’s breath - before the human finally noticed Roman.

And Virgil felt such a strong bolt of fear surge through the room that he almost doubled over - a hand to his chest. The human scrambled from the bed, backing into the corner of the room on shaky legs and putting as much distance between himself and Roman as he could. 

Roman went to step closer, before Virgil intervened, grabbing the back of Roman’s blouse and dragging him back a few steps all while breathing heavily. 

Being able to feel other being’s fear was a useful power, but when it was so strong that it almost hurt it made Virgil wish he could turn it off. 

Virgil wondered what had happened to this human to make him so scared. 

“He’s terrified,” Virgil whispered to Roman, before letting him go. 

“Of what?” Roman asked, eyes wide. 

“You, I think,” Virgil said, “Maybe me too, not sure.”

“Stay away-” The human said raising a hand when Roman turned back to look at him, “What- do you want from me?”

Roman considered, for a second, before taking a deep breath, “Nothing.”

The mortal seemed shocked by that. Shocked enough to near collapse against the wall, ending up sitting on the plush carpet in the corner of the room. 

“...Nothing?” He asked, voice small.

“I didn’t bring you here to take from you,” Roman told him, trying to keep his voice soft but firm, Virgil remained silent, watching the exchange over Roman’s shoulder, “I brought you here so you could rest safely, that is all.”

“You’re not… you’re not with them?” The mortal asked.

“Who’s ‘them’, sweetie?” Roman asked gently, before sharing a worried glance with Virgil.

“The ones who gave me these,” The mortal said, sounding almost sad, though Virgil could still feel the fear radiating from him. Moments later he brushed his hair from his face, holding it back so that Virgil and Roman could see the marks imprinted there. 

Virgil gasped, covering his mouth with a hand. On the left side of the mortal’s face - from hairline to chin - was what looked like scales. Virgil knew better, though, the mark only looked like scales. 

“Vee,” Roman whispered, “You look pale.”

“That-” Virgil started, before looking at the mortal, who shrank back under his gaze and let the hair fall back into place, once again covering the mark, “That’s a brand, Ro.”

“What?” Roman yelped, “I thought those…”

“Weren’t a thing anymore? Yeah, so did I.” Virgil said, glaring at nothing, though the mortal shrunk back just a little more - probably because of his tone. 

Roman took a deep breath and nodded. “Of course, we need to… find out who did this-”

“A noble of the winter court,” Virgil answered, voice coming out a near hiss, “I recognise her mark.”

“Don’t send me back there,” The mortal spoke up, before slapping a hand over his mouth when both faeries turned to look at him, “Please.”

“No,” Roman shook his head, “I don’t think we will, right, Vee?”

“No, we won’t send you back there,” Virgil agreed, “whatever cruelty you have experienced under her will not follow you here.”

Roman hesitated, before tugging on Virgil’s sleeve to get his attention, before whispering, “You know we’ll be killed if she finds out we have him here, right?”

“You think I don’t know that?” Virgil sighed, “Buh… knowing that she had him- I can’t send him away knowing that.”

“Okay,” Roman nodded, “then we need to figure out what to do.”

“Of course,” Virgil said, looking back at the mortal, “Hey uh- is it okay with you if we ask a few questions?”

The mortal stared at him and Virgil could feel his fear strengthen the longer they looked at each other, eventually he concluded that he wasn’t going to respond. 

“Do you… not want to talk to me?” Virgil asked, frowning, the human nodded slowly, “Is it because… I’m winter?”

He stared at Virgil for a long moment, before whispering, “You- feel like she did…”

“Okay, yes, probably because I’m winter, then,” Virgil mumbled, “Would you rather talk to Ro?”

Virgil gestured to their partner who waved with a smile.

“Okay,” The mortal said eventually.

“Would you like me to leave?” Virgil asked.

“Please?” the mortal responded, Virgil nodded. He patted Roman’s arm before turning and leaving the room without another world.

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“Okay,” ‘Ro’ said as soon as the other one left the room. All Janus’ attention was suddenly on the faerie in front of him. He was tall, with golden skin and hair like a bright bonfire. His eyes were like pools of liquid silver - not even mentioning the tawny wings on his back, similarly coloured feathers in place of ears too. He was… beautiful, and had a very different presence than the other faerie he was with, and… her. 

Janus tried to take a few breaths, he needed to answer the faerie’s questions if he wanted to get through this alive - and he had to answer them correctly if he wanted to get out of this without being hurt. 

“First,” He said, “Are you a uh- I don’t know mortal gender terms-?”

“A man,” Janus answered the question he was pretty sure Ro was asking, before continuing when the faerie tilted his head, blinking in confusion, “um, I use ‘he/him’ pronouns?”

“Wonderful, that’s what we assumed,” Ro nodded, Janus relaxed just a little, okay, that was the right answer then, “Now, do you have something you’d like to go by? Something we can call you?”

Janus tensed, he knew the question would come up, but that didn’t mean he liked it any more. Giving his name to a faerie was a mistake he’d made once, and he knew that as soon as he did it was all over. Ro would be able to control him, it would be just like before all over again. Of course, that was why they hadn’t hurt him yet - it all made sense, how nice they had been, they needed his name to use him. 

He must have hesitated for too long, though, because Ro frowned, “Just a nickname, sweetheart, I’m not asking for your true name.”

“You’re… not?” Janus asked hesitantly, he wasn’t sure if he was allowed to ask questions in return, but… he needed to know.

“I’m not,” Ro nodded, folding down to sit cross-legged on the plush carpet across the room from him, “Your true name is to be freely given to those you trust, and I know you don’t trust me yet.”

Janus didn’t say anything to that for a moment, he didn’t acknowledge that second statement at all, though he was sure Ro knew it was true, “...Deceit - you can call me, Deceit, or Dee if you want.”

“Okay Deceit,” Ro said, smiling, and oh how charming was that, “You can call me Ro, or Prince, my partner is Vee, or Anxiety, if you prefer a more formal nickname.”

Janus nodded, Prince and Anxiety, he could remember that. 

“Next question, how… old are you?” Prince asked, “No- that’s a useless question the numbers mortals use mean nothing to me, um, are you of maturity?”

“What uh- what do you mean?” Janus asked, frowning in confusion.

Prince sighed, “Are you - an adult? Or a youngling?”

“Oh,” Janus said, “An adult, I um - when I was - taken - I was 24 but… I don’t know how long it’s been.”

“That’s okay.” Prince nodded, “And good to know, next question, what’s your favourite colour?”

…Out of all the questions Prince had asked him so far, this was the one that surprised him the most. Why on earth would the faeries want to know what colours he enjoyed? Surely that information was useless?

“Yellow,” Deceit answered truthfully - he had learned quickly that lying to a faerie was one of the biggest mistakes a mortal could make, “And, um, I like black too.”

“Brillant,” Prince grinned, revealing teeth slightly sharper than average, “I’m partial to a nice red, myself, preferably crimson but I do like a lovely scarlette as well - Anxiety tends to be more drawn to purples, what’s your favourite animal?”

“...snakes?” Janus said slowly, his favourite animal was something he’d never particularly had to think about - especially not recently. 

Prince nodded, seeming… thoughtful. About what, Janus had no clue, but he seemed to be lost in whatever thoughts he was having. Eventually, he went to say something else before cutting himself off with a displeased hum and a frown. 

“Is everything… okay?” Janus asked, trying to work out what was going on. Prince had been all smiles almost the entire time since Anxiety had left, the abrupt change had his guard straight back up. 

Prince took a deep breath, the wings on his back shuddering and stretching out a little with it, Janus couldn’t help the way the feathers caught his eye - they looked incredibly soft. 

“She probably gave you faerie food, right?” Prince asked, Janus paled as hazy memories flooded his mind, a hunger that turned to sharp pain that turned to a hollow emptiness that had almost killed him. Right at the beginning before he lost whatever fight he had then he’d resisted, getting up after every kick or burn, She’d punish him every time he refused to eat, and eventually - when he’d been too weak from hunger and pain to even move - he’d given in and taken the apple she’d offered him. 

He still remembered how she had laughed when he’d bitten into it. He could almost hear it now, crisp as footsteps in snow but crackling like lightning. 

Janus couldn’t say anything around the lump in his throat those memories brought with them, instead he simply nodded sadly. Prince frowned in sympathy, his hand twitching as though he wanted to reach for Janus, though he didn’t move closer. 

“And you know what that means?”

Sucking in a deep breath, Janus recited what had been drilled into him a thousand times, “That I cannot leave this realm, I can never return home and that I belong now to the fae and the faerie realm.”

Prince sighed again, seeming sad, “You can leave.”

“What?” Janus asked, eyes wide.

“Theoretically, you’re not actually bound to this land, but… all it means is that mortal food won’t satisfy you anymore. You don’t have to stay here, but you do need faerie food, so… it’s an effective way to keep mortal trapped.”

Janus couldn’t do much but nod. He never knew that, but if he couldn’t survive without food from Faerie was there really point in escaping anyway?

“Was there anything in particular you liked?” Prince asked sadly, as if he actually cared that Janus was stuck here, which Janus couldn’t fathom being true, he knew faeries couldn’t lie, but he was sure they could fake emotions. Panic seeped in as he realised he didnt have an answer. The food she gave him was good, but he always felt dirty eating it, it always made him guilty and sick. He was never able to really enjoy any of it. 

“I don’t…” Janus started, trailing off, “I don’t know… I was never allowed to…”

Prince raised a hand to cut him off and Janus shrank back into the corner just a little, pulling his knees up closer to his chest, Prince sighed, “It’s okay, we can try things and figure it out, are you alright?”

Janus nodded, trying to relax just a little in his corner. 

“I will warn you now, neither I nor my partner know much about mortals, but we will- actually,” Prince paused, considering for a second, “Do you know about promises?”

“Fae promises?” Janus asked, Prince nodded, “Just that they’re binding- like deals- she tried to make me make them.”

“Did you?”

“No,” Janus said. Prince seemed to fully droop in relief. 

“I want to make a promise to you,” Prince said, slowly, clearly watching for Janus’ reaction, he just stayed still, staring right back, “I promise that I will not intentionally cause you harm, physically or emotionally, in any way. I promise to protect you to the best of my ability against anything or anyone who threatens you, and- I swear that you will be safe here, in my home, for as long as you wish to remain.”

Janus gasped as the feeling of magic washed over him, though it felt nothing like the magic he’d experienced before. This magic felt like a summer shower, warm and light. It wrapped around him, feeling almost comforting in it’s presence. When the sensation died down Janus thought he could smell woodsmoke. 

“How do you know I’m worth such a promise?” Janus asked quietly, unable to keep the astounded look off of his face. Roman had promised not to hurt him, and he knew how promises worked, did that mean he was safe? From Roman, at least, Anxiety hadn’t made such a promise. 

“Because you have been hurt,” Roman said, “By one of my own kind, you have suffered and you are scared and you deserve to be safe,  you should be allowed to heal, besides, you are a guest in my house, it would be horrifically rude if I let something bad happen to you.”

Roman’s wings flared out as he spoke, as though him being rude is the worst possible offence he could commit. Janus couldn’t help but smile, wondering if maybe this wasn’t going to end quite as horribly as he may have expected. Roman stood up, slowly taking a step closer to Janus, and when he didn’t flinch back he took another. Janus frowned when Roman extended a hand to him, but eventually reached up and took it, telling himself again that Prince had promised not to hurt him. 

With a gentle tug Janus was hoisted to his feet, though almost immediately he tripped - his legs still jelly-like and shaking from all the running. Instead of falling to the ground, though, Janus tripped forward into Roman’s chest. He yelped and pushed himself away as quickly as he could without falling straight to the ground. Prince was still holding his hand - and now was also stabalising him with a hand on his shoulder - and even despite what had just happened, the faerie was still smiling. He actually looked a little like he was trying not to laugh. 

“Lets get you somewhere you can rest, shall we?” Prince said, still actively trying not to chuckle as Janus frowned at him, “And we’ll get you some food while you do.”

“Okay,” Janus nodded eventually, feeling a yawn bubble up inside of him and repressing it as much as he could. He had become a master of hiding when he was tired, fatigue was never taken kindly. But Prince was telling him to rest, so maybe he could lie down for a short while…

The small part of the house Janus got to see as they travelled from the bedroom he had woken in to a second bedroom was immense. The ceilings were tall and vaulted, decorated with patterns and murals that looked hand-painted. The windows that adorned the hallway were open wide, letting in a cool, refreshing breeze scented with summer flowers while deep, floor length, maroon curtains swayed in the wind. The decor was a mix of reds and purples, with accents of silver and gold. Despite the size of the space, it almost felt… cozy. The carpet beneath their feet was clean but well trod, like this area of the house was frequented often. 

In comparison, the room he was led to was plain and felt spacious in a way that made Janus feel a little uncomfortable. Paranoia poking at the edges of his mind as he glanced around. There were a few doors, one that he could see lead to a balcony and the other that they’d come through, as well as two more that lead who knows where.

The room was decorated to the bare minimum, a plain white bedspread with a few decorative red cushions. The walls were still adorned with silver and gold, but the patterns seemed more simple and muted in here than they were outside. Prince lead him to the bed - where he found the sheets were wonderfully soft and felt lovely against his skin - and told him to rest. 

So rest he did, once Prince had left the room and the door clicked shut - he listened for a long moment and was surprised to hear no lock, he really wasn’t trapped here - Janus finally laid down, clutching one of the decorative pillows to his chest as he tried to fall back to sleep. 

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[zaceouiswriting]

Fairy Prince - Hearts of Leviathans - Ch.12

Character: Sky x male reader, Riven x male reader, Brandon x male reader

Universe: Somewhere in Winx Club/Saga

Warnings: None

Before you read: I had some major problems with this chapter. Therefore, I would be very grateful if some of you could give me your opinions or criticism.

My body is heavy. I've never done anything so stupid. Now I know why the books always said methods like this should not be used unless necessary. It might have been wiser to put off the bet until I could at least try to rebuild my body. But of course, as the idiot I am, I have to do it like this!

"Shit, I'm about to throw up!" I blurt out as a particularly bad wave of nausea washes over me.

Dry heaving I try my best to keep everything in, not wanting to leave all I had to endure for nothing.

“Here, drink this.“ 

Corey's sudden voice almost made me lose focus and throw up.

Without a question or making a sound, I grabbed what he gave me and slammed it down even faster. Oddly enough, the nausea was gone within a minute. Thankfully, I turn to him with a bright smile, but for a strange reason, his face seems somber.

He holds his hand up to stop me from talking like he always has since his brother and I became friends. "Don't thank me. You will feel drowsy-"

Before he could even finish his sentence, I felt something strange happening. My head starts spinning. Very quickly, my eyes closed until darkness was all I could see. However, when I open my eyes again, something warm surrounds me. I try to move my head, but something is holding it.

A hand adorned with a soft glove gently lays me on a comfortable bed. Immediately, Corey's sharp features appear in my field of vision. I open my mouth to ask him what's going on. But he only put one finger to his mouth.

“Your grandfather thought you would do something so stupid,” Corey mused. "He ordered me not to intervene and to give you the potion instead." He shifted a little uncomfortably on his feet. "You'll sleep for a few days, hopefully just until your bet with the two directors begins."

I try to hit him, to throw curses at his head for serving my grandfather and not me. I will never forget this betrayal in my life. But I couldn't do anything.

“The old king has high hopes for you to show people the renewed power of your elusive family. And I will watch over you and protect you all the way, even now when you sleep. So go into the world of dreams knowing that you are safe!”

He kissed the top of my head, brushed away a few strains of hair, and closed my eyes for me.

I could hear him walking away but not leaving the room. Even if I feel betrayed by one of my closest confidants, I still trust that he will not hurt me or allow anyone else to hurt me while I sleep.

Soon, darkness pulled me reassuringly back into its arms, this time with happy chatter.

Soon, I'm wandering through a world of my own making and seeing my dream version of my life, with a family that still has feelings towards me, especially love.

Only this time, I didn't experience it myself. I'm just watching it from the sidelines.

***

“You never really wanted your life to be like this.”

It is a statement I have often thought about myself, but hearing it from someone other than me seems to carry more weight.

I didn't turn my head to look at the voice because I already knew who was standing next to me. The same being I talked to in the hidden room deep in the palace I once called home.

“We both know that neither of us knows exactly what I want. Maybe I want this to be the reality, or maybe the darkness and blood I had to wander through have always been what I wanted. Both are possible."

Barely out of the side of my eye, I could see him turn entirely to face me, his elliptical pupils staring holes into me. But contrary to what I expected, he didn't become aggressive. Instead, he started chuckling. 

“Even now, you’re trying to be mysterious.”

His warm hand touched the side of my face closest to him. All I could do was shudder. But the warmth of his flesh was quickly replaced by the cold of the scales on the back of his hand. A cold sweat rushed all over my body. I know very well that he could smell the fear on me.

“You’re still afraid of me. Hmmm. What could I do?” he asks himself out loud.

It terrifies me even more. Who the fuck does this shit?

I still didn't dare look at him properly. Out of the corner of my eye, I could still see him acting the part as if he was thinking of a solution. Much longer than necessary.

But then his eyes suddenly jumped back to me. It scared me so much that I jumped in my standing position. I didn't dare take a step away from him, as he had reprimanded me the last time we met.

“I bestow a blessing upon you!” he finally announces.

It is so out of character for this creature that I felt forced to turn to him for the first time.

But before I could do that, he was already standing in front of me and placed a gentle kiss on the middle of my forehead. Just when I thought it was all over, he suddenly started muttering words that I couldn't understand. Not cause they are spoken quietly but because the language is unknown to me. I always thought these beings were the ones who gave us our tongue, but apparently, I've been wrong my whole life. This would also be true for most scholars.

“Remember these words, little prince. One day, you will know their meaning, and the truth of the stars will reveal itself to you.”

Confused, I could only stand there and feel his presence disappear. I quickly turn around before he fully vanished. All I could see is his back, his silver scales that protect every part of it, and his hair, which is the same color and texture as mine. 

“What blessing did you bestow upon me?” I called after him so loudly that I thought the dream would respond to it.

But when my question reaches him, he already disappears into sand-like dust. I could only see his eyes and lips, the rest of his body hidden behind his long, smooth hair. 'Follow the whispers,' he mouthed in my direction.

It left me stunned how he dissolved into sand and disappeared into the air. Left behind, I could only let my gaze wander over the beautiful, lush landscape surrounding the palace where I was born and raised.

What could he mean that I should follow the whispers? What whispers?

Amid my pondering, a ball suddenly falls at my feet. My body moves by itself and takes the ball into my left hand. After I picked up the ball, I was immediately confronted with its color: a blue leather ball. When I turned it over, I could see what I had already expected: my family's crest embroidered on it. 

My family coat of arms: A gray background with a shield. The inside of it is an icy blue, its outer layer dark and with a black border. A silver snake slithers along the edge of the shield. In the middle sits a light brown animal, the legendary beast Bulderwick, whose massive claws can tear continents apart and whose fur protects it from all external harm. But the most frightening thing is its blind eyes. Even without sight, it can see the truth behind a person's words.

If the legends are true, the first of my ancestors made a pact with this beast so that it wouldn't further destroy their shared planet. Since then, no head of my family has been allowed to lie. It would explain why many did not speak for long periods or never spoke a word during their reign.

As I look up at the child, my eyes widen for a second. It's just strange to see Tristan standing in front of me like a little child again. He was such a sweet kid, too, so reserved and polite. 

In the distance, I could see myself arguing with Tristan's older brother, Corey, like we always did.

“Of course,” I answer with a cheerful smile.

I slowly put the ball in his hand without touching him. Knowing it is safe in his little hand, I pull my arm back just as slowly. But before I could sit up the child, Tristan, suddenly tugged on my arm with his free hand.

The once utopian surroundings are shrouded in darkness, the moon red as blood. Everyone around us lay dead and mutilated except for my body. My body was gone.

Perplexed by what has happened, I continue to look around: the lush and rich landscape I have always been so fond of is burning, the mountains are destroyed, and the lakes and rivers are dried up.

The grip on my arm tightened and started to hurt me quite a bit. “Ah, that hurts!” I finally scream. 

I turn back to the child. But there was no longer a child, and it wasn't Tristan.

Suddenly, a bloody Corey stands before me, his sword from its scabbard. “I will never forgive you!” he shouts, ramming his sword into my stomach. "You monster! You killed them all!" He screams even louder, only for blood to spurt from his mouth.

I look down in horror. There, I could see my body covered in blood, holding a sword I had never seen before. The weapon is drinking the blood of those I seemingly had just killed.

“Master,” it whispers, “We are not finished yet. We still have so much more to destroy, to kill!”

***

"Ahhh!"

A piercing scream suddenly pulls me away from what is happening before me. Instead of the terrible sight of my homeworld in ashes, I suddenly find myself sitting on the bed I fell asleep in. It didn't sink in right away. But when it did, I breathed a sigh of relief. 

“It was just a dream,” I murmur quietly. The shock of the situation slowly wears off.

"A dream. It was just a dream," I repeat like a mantra. I put my hands on my forehead, both covered in sweat. My head throbs in pain, and my whole body hurts.

“What happened?” I ask no one in particular.

A grumble from the side makes me jump in fear. Wasting no time, I scurry to the wall furthest from the noise without looking in that direction.

The events from my dreams flooded back to my mind all at once: The betrayal, the blood. Was it really just a dream? Or a vision? Great sorcerers, fairies, mages, witches, and all others can involuntarily slip through a crack in the void where time does not exist. Some can see the past, while others can see what happened at this very moment where they are, and others can see one of many possible futures. I saw my bloodied body. I was taller in that dream than I am now, hardened by more war. So, a possible future?

"Your Royal Highness?"

The sudden voice interrupted my thoughts. Another wave of fear, this time mixed with deep betrayal, hits my senses. There's Corey with worry all over his face. All I can think about is the anger and pain I saw on the face of the Corey in my dream - or whatever it was - who stabbed my stomach with his sword.

After receiving no response from me, Corey, foolish as his entire bloodline is, takes a step towards me.

“Don’t!” I warn him, not loudly, but firmly. All the blood was pouring from my face. I don't want to see the future I had seen. Even though I hate most of my family, what they did to our home and me. But I would never bring death and destruction to innocent people.

Corey suddenly stopped. Confusion spread across his face, replacing his concern. Even though he doesn't say anything at first, I can read his face better than he seems to think.

“You should prepare yourself. Director Saladin almost postponed the training camp until next week because you haven't woken up yet. But I assured him that you would wake up soon enough.”

I scoff at his words. But it finally makes me realize that this is reality and that whatever I have seen could still be stopped if it really was a vision and not some foolish dream.

For some reason, Corey thought this to be a good time to reach out to me again. However, I don't want to know anything about it. With all the authority my powers give me, I push him back toward the door.

“Get out!” I tell him sternly. But he doesn't move. I roll my eyes, my patience finally running out.

As I snap my fingers, magical particles surround me. With a single thought, my body is clean, and my clothes have changed. All hidden behind a layer of magic. But as soon as I wore other clothes, the veil disappeared and showed me to Corey again.

As the light faded, I could see Corey's eyes widen. “Now, let’s get this over with. So you can tell your master everything that happened.”

“Wha-“

“Shut up, Corey," I interrupt his attempt to appear innocent, “I don’t want to hear it.”  

Trembling with fury, I raise my voice: "I will never understand why everyone still bows down to my old grandfather. In a few years, he will be dead, and I will rule."

Corey could clearly see fury building within me. Maybe he even knows that some of it is directed at him. “I swore an oath never to forget those who stood by me and those who did not.”

"But I'm not-"

“Silencia Incarnia!“

Corey just stands there in shock. His mouth opens, and to my delight, no sound comes out. A sigh of relief passes my lips. Silence. Even if the spell only works for a few hours, I will cherish those, possibly forever.

I have no idea why, but his role in the vision is particularly painful. His words hurt so damn much, even though none of it happened and maybe never will. At least as long as I figure out what will bring this darkness over me.

I blissfully ignore his presence and leave the room, fresher than ever, in casual clothes, as no one knows where I will study for the next few years. So, no Fountain Academy uniform or whatever they wear in Alfea.

Since I have no idea where to go, I wander the halls and look at everything there is to see. I admire paintings and wonder who the people in them are. Further into the corridors, I find still good weapons hanging on the walls. Why would they use functioning weapons as decoration? 

Things get even stranger inside the building. After many corners, I suddenly find myself in a massive library. Why does a soldiers' school need so many books? But there is no one I could ask. What a pity.

Stepping forward to a railing, I let my gaze wander over the many bookshelves about eight floors up and at least as many down.

“I wish Galan would be here with me. He would love to see so many books,” I murmur quietly, the sadness clearly audible in my voice.

[Masterlist]

[fiercefauna]

@tiredsn0w Here are the first 3 pages of a revise of - Do you know where your Doctor is - But I might call it something like - If found, call 6118 - lol. My longest chapters are 3 pages, but can be as short as one page. Then I use a larger text size. You’re probably familiar with the events here cause you’ve seen an earlier draft. Hopefully things have changed enough to be entertaining- I invite any other 6118+049 fans out there to also have a look. Take your time, this is mostly an excuse for me to quit re-reading this for a while. :P

If Found Call, 6118 2nd draft installment 1.

5a82 rolled out his collar, shoved his hands in his pockets and tried his best to ignore the abrasive cold of the brutalist, concrete arcology. Shivering made him look like a fairy, as in, the little floating guys from Terran lore. He was unusually small for his species and the graceful, satyr’s gait aided by corrective braces under his leggings certainly wasn’t helping. If a life of hard combat and an overlong incarceration on a foreign world hadn’t prematurely aged him, then this non-Euclidean mass of putrid politics certainly had. 

How was it possible to have been on the front-lines of a war and to have learned nothing of the convoluted machinations behind it? Oh, right. Twos were stupid, stupid and often suicidal, suicidal, by design. 

Over and over he wondered if leaving Earth with the tall Terran had been selfish. 

But again, the man had been a monster among the humans. At least here, an alien could be forgiven for being just a little weird. 

He strode toward a crowd of high-ranking medical staff gathered outside the Doctor’s apartment. Instead of getting out of his way they surged forward to block the hall. 

Stopping was difficult due to the braces and it being somewhat easier to move faster rather than slower on Keplerian legs. Fortunately he wasn’t big enough to do much damage and would certainly have been forgiven if he had been.  

“Woah there, Five-aye, I’m sure he’ll be very glad to see you, but that - I’m afraid is the problem.”

7cb7 lifted the small Two clear off his feet and carried him backward several steps from the crowd. No one turned to look at them. That was unusual, as 5a82 was currently, not that he wanted to be, the most noticeable thing on the planet. 

“You see, 049 is helping some of our people with some trouble we’ve been having and it turns out he’s got some pretty good ideas, so - let’s not interrupt them. I’ve got some new Terran media for us. Ever hear of Warehouse 13?”

7cb7 continued to sing the praises of Warehouse 13 (an Earth tv show about a secret organization that protected the world from haunted objects) as they rushed 5a82 further and further away.

An ink-dark form was collapsed against the far wall of the closed apartment. Down the side of a long rostral structure, was a thin stream of fresh, red Earth blood. 

Part 2. 

Seedy almost lost their grip on the slick, amphibious eel when an alarm emanating from the stronghold of the neighbors rattled the windows of the processing building. The eel was unfazed. It had already spawned, but hadn’t yet begun to waste away, it was now or never. Seedy reset the blade and sent the Uhmishie lungfish back down the conveyor - SHOOP! a clean cut. They put the head in a box of ice and left it to rest with the others.  

They were reaching for the next eel when the alarm came again. “Could you knock it the Fuck off, already!” They roared into their phone. It had been going off constantly so the big One had put it on silent. Had they no respect? These fine specimens had been raised lovingly from mere larvae and now it was time to dismiss them, with all due respect, to the void. 

“Sir, we are just testing the systems, wouldn’t you want to evacuate if there was going to be a battle next door?” 

“I know the timing is off, what the hell do you want?!”

“3cd6? We want to talk to your sister, Tasha. She seems to not be answering her calls.” Seedy handed the phone to an assistant and stomped an empty battery case flat before kicking it out an open door. There was a brief complaint from outside, but no follow up. The assistant returned the phone. “That’s because she’s removing bladder stones from a hideous Earthen rat who’s owner is more than capable of turning us all into a crater!”

A slightly shorter One in a tightly woven hairnet pounded the floor of the viaduct connecting the great glass mountain outside to the far-smaller processing facility by the tramway. Tasha had heard the alarms too - but it was far more amusing to assume her sibling could really yell that loud. “They’re called Chihuahuas and this one’s been keeping the Aven entertained.” 

“Aven Blaven, just see what the neighbors want!”

She took the phone. “May I help you?” 

“Ma’am, you need to get over here fast there’s a problem.”

“With what?”

“I’m not authorized to say anything else. If you’re so curious, come see for yourself.”

Part 3. 

A pair of squat towers bristling with haphazard weaponry emerged from the region’s persistent mists as Tasha parked the armored vehicle issued as a kind of apology - for the looming threat at the very doorstep of her family’s farm.

Once upon a time a few rouge bureaucrats met secretly in the attic of an unauthorized bar and secretly hoped that the near by heritage sites and eel operations encased as they were in fragile conservatories would cause the powers that be to go easy on the bombs. Now, by the looks of it, bombs were expected, bombs or invasion by the notorious flesh robots that adorned the propaganda posters of the United Federation.

She froze when a spot light snapped on. 

Guards rushed fourth and ushered her through a side entrance then along halls and up stair ways until an unsuspecting door flew off its hinges with a very surprised Two laying on top of it. Very surprised meaning that surprise was clear despite a covered face and generations of genetic engineering meant to remove emotion. The Two nonetheless sprang to the balls of it’s feet, door in hand, and rushed back into the room to pin the offender against the wall with its new found shield.

An eerie, synthetic voice spoke an Earth language with an odd echo it was hard to account for. “Unhand me, by god, and what is this filthy contraption you’ve put on me?” 

“Oxygen equipment for animal, yes, not filthy though, sterile, never reuse!” cajoled an uncertain One in broken English. 

Tasha had started to suspect that her patient might be the Earthen Paramore. Perhaps it had passed out or some other scary thing that could happen to a being with largely unknown biology. 

The Two re-emerged and caught her arm. It was mostly indistinguishable from the other guards, (no visible face) less armor though and a glowing, blue symbol that marked it as a combat medic. That was interesting, it had seemed these things were mostly used as weapons. Still, what was a Federation flesh robot doing working for the Resistance?

It talked over her head, it’s voice reduced to a static buzz by the coms of it’s helmet. The helmet was mostly to prevent infection and people getting too attached to the face beneath. “We have the mammalogist.”