#the lore idea is literally after the gods (some) fell asleep

[cudlycorncornsworthcoberson]

Little character ideas, might build on them later!^^

Essentially these two apart of some grand lore thing that I haven’t even worked out yet and essentially they weave/ make all the stain glass and tapestry for future events or just for temples that are yet to exist.

Very antisocial besties that have a once every century hang out

[ghost-ghost-baby]

We're Just Friends! (Omega!bakugo x alpha!reader x omega!Izuku) pt. 4/5

Pt 1 // 2 // 3 // (to b linked)

Lore: Once an Alpha reaches 21 they get their first rut, they’d either already have their mates or the rut will act as a push for them to get together and bond.

Summary: Reader and Katsuki have been friends for years, and everyone expects them to get together, until reader rescues an omega that lives in their building, and things get a touch more... complicated

“I think we should move in together, as a trial ya know! See how things go?”

“There’s no way I’m moving into your shitty fucking apartment, Deku.”

The three of you were on the couch in your apartment, you were stuck in the middle, literally, with Katsuki’s head on your shoulder and Izuku’s legs thrown over your lap. It was uh… interesting! That was for sure! You’d kissed Katsuki without thinking after he’d agreed, and tripped over yourself apologising once you’d realised what you’d done. He’d told you to shut the fuck up and had then pulled you back in, and everything seemed to fall into place. Then you’d texted Izuku saying Katsuki had agreed, and told him to come over so the three of you could talk. It… could be going better, truth be told.

“Izuku, would you be open to staying here? The three of us can stay in my room, I think that’s more of a neutral ground?”

“Oh I would love to-!” Izuku grinned, leaning forward and gently grabbing your face to pull you into a kiss. You had to pull away when Katsuki growled, although it turned into a purr when you quickly pressed your lips to his. This wasn’t going to be easy, was it?

Moving Izuku’s stuff in had taken most of the afternoon, and Katsuki had insisted on moving some of his clothes and blankets into your room too. You didn’t really get it, but you were just trying to make this go as smoothly as possible. For the moment, however, it was peaceful. Katsuki was cooking dinner, he’d threatened to only do it if you were in there with him, so you were standing behind him with your arms wrapped around his waist and your head on his shoulder. Izuku was in the shower, and Katsuki was using every ounce of willpower to not completely melt under your touch, especially when you’d let your nose brush against his scent gland. You had no idea what you were doing to the omega, the content feeling that filled your being emptied your mind of anything except Katsuki’s warmth and how perfectly he fit against you and you really should have done this sooner, shouldn’t you?

“Wow Kacchan, that smells great!” Izuku entered the kitchen, and Katsuki was too calm to do anything but let out a half assed growl.

“How was your shower? Did you work out the water okay?” You tilted your head to look at him, he was wearing your shirt that fell to mid thigh, and you felt yourself blush as you reached out an arm.

“Yeah it was like a dream!” He chirped, wasting no time cuddling up to you, one arm going around you and the other resting on Katsuki’s waist. The blonde tensed for a moment, but it was still so comforting, he couldn’t bring himself to complain or tell Deku to fuck off.

“No, the right side has always been my side, you can sleep on the fucking left!” Katsuki hissed, trying not to wake you up. The three of you had watched a movie after dinner, (getting into a position on the couch everyone was happy with had been a struggle) and you’d fallen asleep halfway through, so Katsuki had carried you to the room, managing to not wake you up, although his attempts were futile as you stirred in his arms.

“Guys- m’tired can we just… sort it out tomorrow? Please?” You were still half asleep, too tired to even open your eyes when you spoke.

“There you go, Deku, you get to sleep on the left.” Katsuki was far too smug, and Izuku had to push down a growl. You needed to sleep, and what kind of a mate would he be if he got in the way of that.

“Fine… but Y/n goes in the middle.”

“Obviously! Like I would want your clingy ass all over me while I tried to sleep.” Katsuki snapped back, although the it lacked any real venom as he was pulling back the covers and gently setting you in the middle. You shuffled around a bit to get comfortable, letting out a purr when your mates got into bed and turning to the right on instinct. Katsuki smirked at Izuku, you were facing him! But Izuku only rolled his eyes, pressing his entire body up against yours and tangling your legs together before he threw an arm over your waist. Then it was his turn to smirk when you moved your hand down to meet his, sleepily doing your best to intertwine your fingers , and Katsuki could only huff. Still, he snuggled close to your front, gently lifting your head so his arm could go underneath it and then putting his head as close to your scent gland as he could get. Then he threw his leg over yours, and Deku’s -who was already out like a light-, and closed his eyes, feeling far more comfortable than he’d expected.

“Thank you, Katsuki, I know this isn’t easy for you.” He barely made out what you mumbled, to be honest he wasn’t even sure if you’d remember, but it had him blushing nonetheless.

You woke up to rather insistent nipping at your scent gland, so much to the point that it was slightly swollen, and Izuku was so drenched in your scent you couldn’t even tell that he was an omega.

“’Zuku what’re you… ‘s sensitive…” you couldn’t bring yourself to push him off, it felt… good- but with one last kiss Izuku was pulling away and you couldn’t help but pout.

“C’mon Y/n! We’ve got class, I don’t wanna find out what Mr. Aizawa is like when he’s mad!” How was Izuku this awake in the morning?

“Five more minutes- please…” You whined, burying your face in Katsuki’s shoulder to try and block out the light.

“Nope, we gotta get breakfast on the way, and I need to scent you before we go, plus you need to get dressed!” God he was persistent, and you were surprised how easily the omega hauled you out of bed, seriously- he has to work out, right?

“Alpha, c’mon, please!” That had you wide awake, and judging from the way Izuku grinned at you the omega knew exactly what he was doing.

“Fine, but you owe me.” You groaned, although you went over to your closet to pick out an outfit even as you grumbled, glancing back at Katsuki occasionally. How the fuck was he still fast asleep? You’d have to leave him a note.

“Okay, you ready to go?” You zipped up your backpack, hefting it over your shoulder before you turned to Izuku.

“Almost, I want to scent you before we go, so people know we’re together.” He mumbled, eyes fixed on the ground and you almost dropped your backpack as a flush spread over your face. You didn’t think you’d be hearing that today, and it wasn’t a question, the way he stated it made a shiver run through you. It made sense, though, you were still unmarked, and your scent drenched him so heavily he smelled like an alpha, it was only fair you let him repay the favour.

“O-okay- do you want me to sit on the couch-“

“Yes please.” Izuku finally had the courage to meet your eyes, he was so scared you were going to say no, but you just nodded, placing your bag on the table before you took a seat on the couch. He almost fainted when you bared your neck, although your eyes were fixed on the ground he couldn’t help the power he felt, you already trusted him enough to submit like this? He was on cloud nine.

“Thank you.” He sat right on your lap and you squeaked, your face on fire as the omega only giggled.

“That’s my good alpha, don’t worry, I’ll make it quick so we can still grab something to eat.” Izuku grabbed your wrists, and you had to bite the inside of your cheek to stay pliable for him, especially when he brought your wrists up to his neck, humming quietly as he rubbed them over his scent glands. Soon your scent was completely mingled with his, but that wasn’t enough, and Izuku leaned forward, pressing a kiss to your scent gland before he rubbed his scent gland directly over yours. Your vision blacked out for a second, and you couldn’t hold back a whimper as he pulled back, finally satisfied and pressing a kiss to your lips before he got up, offering a hand to you.

“There! Now everyone will know who you belong to!”

“Congratulations bro! Bakugo told us everything that happened!”

“So when’re you gonna like- you know- your birthday is less than a week away!”

“Oi! I told you to shut the fuck up with that bullshit!" Your friends bombarded you with questions the second they saw you, and Katsuki was already fed up with their enthusiasm, especially after they’d grilled him about it all through class.

“Oh hey guys! What happened to asking how I’m going before you bombard me and my mates with questions?” You clicked your tongue at your friends, who didn’t even look guilty, truth be told.

“Did you find the note I left?” That was directed at Katsuki, who only nodded as you pulled him into a hug, his nose wrinkling when all he could smell was Deku. Izuku was making conversation with Kiri, the only one of the group not asking inappropriate questions, and Katsuki grumbled to himself as he pulled you closer to rub his scent gland against yours, letting out a low growl when Mina and Denki cooed.

“Wake me up so I can scent you too next time, okay dumbass?” Katsuki snarled when he was finally satisfied and sure you smelt more like him than Deku.

“You’re impossible to wake up, but I’ll try!” You beamed at your mate, pressing a kiss to his forehead before you turned to your friends.

“They wanna throw us a party.” Izuku slid under your arm, his hands resting on your waist like you’d been together for years.

“No. Absolutely not.” Katsuki shook his head, and Denki let out a disappointed whine at the refusal, turning his puppy eyes to you instead, with Mina joining him.

“C’mon man, this has been in the making for years, please let us throw you guys a mating party! Please!”

“Never leave the house without me scenting you, okay? Or people are gonna think you’re just with him.” Katsuki wasn’t one for PDA, so he rushed you and Izuku home as soon as he could, pushing you down on the couch and yelling for Izuku to close and lock the door behind him.

“I want you to promise, promise me, Alpha?” Katsuki never cooed, or used your title like that, he must’ve been more upset then you thought.

“I promise, I’ll wake you up next time.” You nodded, brain completely short circuiting when Katsuki sat himself on your lap and went right to kissing your neck. Your head tilted back and your eyes fluttered closed of their own accord, your hands resting on the omegas hips and squeezing when he nipped a bit too hard.

“What about me, Kacchan?” Izuku piped up from beside you, when had he gotten there? Katsuki let out a growl at him, but ultimately just clenched his jaw and rested his head on your shoulder, taking deep breath’s until he was calm enough to talk.

“Fine, shitty deku, I’ll scent you too-“

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[apocalypseornaw]

About Time

*Not my Gif* Sam finally admits he's in love with you. (Some nsfw)

The day Sam met you was a trial by fire sort of thing. Him and Dean needed a couple extra hands on a hunt so Bobby had sent you and your cousin their way. Your cousin was only a couple years older than Dean so the two of them teamed up leaving you with Sam. He was impressed from the start because you managed to finesse the local fuzz in a way that Dean wouldn't even be able to. 

On the hunt itself you held your own against the nest of vamps and ended up even carrying one of the more injured victims out yourself. Your cousin just shook her head when him and Dean told you they could've went back for the girl "She thinks she's wonder woman. I swear this girl is either gonna be the death of me or end up ruling hell" Dean bought you a beer afterwards, Sam was hooked.

Over the years you kept in contact with Sam and Dean then when your cousin died you ended up starting to hunt more often with them and eventually took their offer of a bedroom in the bunker. You and Dean had quickly become best friends, same as you and Cas. Sam had been harboring feelings for you for years that only got worse living in close quarters with you.

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You'd been living in the bunker for a couple months when one morning Sam got back from his run to overhear you talking to Dean in the kitchen "Dean either he doesn't look at me like that or he is the most oblivious man on the face of this earth" you'd recently split from a guy you'd been seeing off and on so he didn't want to get his hopes up until Dean said "That's where it helps having the guy who's known him since birth on your side sweetheart and standford or no standford Sammy doesn't really take subtle well. Just tell him how you feel because I've listened to him talk about you for years. I've heard him cuss every guy you've ever dated. He feels the same"

He headed to his room to act as if he hadn't heard any of the conversation. When he walked into the library after a shower you were sitting at one of the long tables looking over a lore book and glanced up when he walked in "Hey Sam" he smiled "Good morning Y/N. Where's Dean this early?" you held up a half of a glass of orange juice "It was his turn to go on a supply run and we're out of coffee" 

He walked over to sit down next to you and tilted the book you were reading to see the front of it "Enochian?" You shrugged "Figured it'd come in handy if I could translate at least a few words if Cas wasn't around?" "That's smart" he said with a smile and realized just how close he was sitting to you when you moved to face him and your hair brushed his shoulder "Sam, can I ask you something?" your eyes widening told him you hadn't realized the close proximity either "Of course" he held your gaze and watched you nip at the tip of your thumb which was something you did when you were nervous no matter how rare that situation was "Do you wanna go out with me?"

He reached to pull your hand away from your mouth and smiled when you tracked his movements with your eyes "I'd love to"

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That friday you and Sam headed out to a local bar that Dean said served decent enough food. Hell Dean had even let you take baby out which was a rare thing indeed.

You walked into the bar behind Sam and smiled when he reached back to grab your hand "C'mon sweetheart" he pulled you towards a booth in the corner. You slid in first and he slid in after you. You glanced around and saw that a live band was setting up, the bar itself looked clean and with a normal enough crowd. 

After the waitress took your order Sam turned towards you "Why are we nervous? We've known each other for years" You shrugged "I don't know. Maybe we should go ahead and kiss and get that out of the way?" he laughed lightly then said "That actually sounds like a good idea" you leaned up to touch your lips against his in a quick kiss that quickly deepened when he pulled you into his lap. Your hands went to his shoulders to steady yourself when you felt his tongue flick across your lips asking for entrance so you opened your mouth slightly and had to stifle a moan when you felt his tongue slide into your mouth moving against yours. 

His hands slipped under your shirt and a low moan escaped you at the feeling of his hands on your skin. The waitress clearing her throat broke the two of you apart. You never broke eye contact with Sam when you threw a twenty down and said "That'll pay for the drinks, cancel our food please" she simply took the money and walked away with a laugh. 

You climbed out of his lap then grabbed his hand "Suddenly I'm not hungry, how about you?" His eyes ran across your body before he finally said "Not for food"

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The ride back to the bunker felt longer than it ever been. You were trying not to distract Sam but god you'd finally felt his lips on yours and was wondering what they would feel like on other body parts.

About halfway back he finally pulled off the road and killed the lights. When you shot him a look he raised an eyebrow "Come here" you quickly straddled his lap feeling how hard he already was underneath you. "Do you want to wait until we get back?" He asked kissing your neck and down to your collarbone pushing your shirt down further to give him access to more skin. "Who says we can't have another round once we get to a bed?"

He chuckled against your skin "I like that answer" he moved his hands to the seam of your shirt and you moved to let him pull it over your head. "I've wanted this for a long time" he whispered letting his tongue run across the top of your bared breasts. You let your head fall back with a moan as he sucked gently on the skin there. "Sam, is there enough room?" he glanced up at you and you realized your choice of words "I mean in the front seat?"

He thought about it for a moment then pulled back "Get in the back" you climbed off his lap and climbed across the seat while he stepped out then opened the back door to climb in with you. You laid back on the seat and curled your finger at him "Come here Winchester" he pulled his shirt over his head then climbed up you leaving a trail of kisses on every inch of exposed skin. When he got to your mouth the kiss was hungry but gentle. He rolled his hips against your and a groan left his lips when you moaned at the movement. "We really need these jeans off" you laughed so he leaned back up far enough to help you slip off your jeans and boots then kicked his own off.

He spread your legs then licked his lips "God you're beautiful" you felt a slight wave of embarrassment at being completely bared and must have moved to cover yourself because he caught both of your hands in one of his "Nope, I want to see every inch of you baby" there was soo much sincerity in his voice you relaxed and he smiled "Now lay back. If I do anything you don't like tell me ok?" You nodded and he lowered his head leaving kisses up your left leg until he got to where you needed the most attention "Sam" you moaned when he licked into you curling his tongue up against that sensitive spot.

You could feel an orgasm building and gripped his hair as your breathing quickened. He added two fingers in with his tongue and that was all it took. You came with a moan of his name on your lips. He worked you through the orgasm then kissed his way back up your body. When he got to your lips he caught your mouth in a hard kiss allowing you to taste yourself on him "Please fuck me Sam" you moaned and he smiled against your lips "Yes ma'am"

When he slid into you, you bit your lip against the stretch. Once he was fully inside of you he stilled letting you adjust to him. "Are you ok?" he asked kissing your neck and chest. You nodded after a moment and tapped his hips "Move Sam" he started to roll his hips against yours every movement rubbing against that spot deep inside of you "God damn Sam" you moaned and he laughed "I'll take that as a compliment" you knew from the angle and pace he wouldn't be able to come easily so after a few moments you urged him "You can go harder Sam you won't hurt me"

He started to thrust harder and you felt your eyes roll back as that building pressure burst again. "Fuck Y/N you're so damn beautiful taking me like that baby. Ugh you're squeezing me hard enough I can barely move" he groaned biting down on your breast hard enough you knew there'd be a mark there come morning. "Sam oh fuck please tell me you're close" you begged and he nodded hitting even deeper inside of you.

When you felt his hips shudder you knew he was close. "I'm close baby" he whispered and you gripped his shoulders when you felt him come emptying inside of you. He thrust a few more times before collapsing against you moving just enough to make sure you could breath fine. "Fuck why did we wait so long to do that?" you asked with a laugh kissing his tattoo since it was closest to your lips. "I don't know but I look forward to doing it again" "And again?" you asked pulling him to you for a kiss.

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Luckily Dean was asleep by the time you two got back so he didn't see both of you come in carrying your shoes, Sam only wearing jeans and you wearing Sam's shirt. You dropped your pile of clothes in your room then headed to Sam's room with him. The night was far from over.

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A couple weeks later Dean and Cas had ran into town to grab supplies so you were sitting at one of the tables in the library looking over news articles to make sure there was nothing near by that needed attention. Sam stood there watching you for the longest, your hair was falling out of your bun and you were chewing on the end of your pen. He'd never seen a more beautiful sight.  You glanced up after a moment and grinned "I'm literally your wallpaper on your phone so if you wanna stare you have pictures"

"I love you Y/N" he said so easily and didn't even think twice about it until your smile fell. "I um I mean it's ok if you don't feel the same. I just wanted to tell you" but you cut him off by grabbing his hand to pull him closer "Sam! calm down" when he finally stopped talking you laughed "I love you too. I have for a while"

You heard clapping and looked up to see Dean at the bottom of the steps "About damn time" Cas looked around him "I tried to get him to not eavesdrop" you laughed again "Don't worry Cas I'm used to it"

[agendratum]

the mind-melt gifset got me thinking, so please allow me to mumble some more

there are always a lot of discussions of like who fell in love first? who realised his feelings first? is wei wuxian actually that dumb? (spoiler: he isn’t and i will fight you) and so on and so on. and i have some thoughts on the subject and the mind-melt scene is helping me to form those thoughts. i don’t claim to be right and those thoughts to be canon (even though i just said that i will fight you), but here they are

they definitely notice each other at almost the same time. lan zhan’s first appearance is a very fond memory for wei ying and he holds on to that memory even after he died and came back to life. and i mean you also can just see his reaction, it’s not rocket science.

lan zhan doesn’t notice him immediately as he’s kinda busy and so he doesn’t pay attention to people. and you know how he is, always alone, used to his peers seeing him as some kind of perfect standard. but then wei wuxian says something smart about a “corpse” that no one else notices and, wow, that is exactly a way to get second jade of lan’s attention. better not ruin that first impression by yelling and breaking a bunch of rules later. oh well

then the rooftop fight happens and i would say that for lan zhan this is it. he yet to really love wei ying with his full soul (you know, at least get to know him first, also get through all this repression), but he’s in love and he’s pissed. wei ying? i think he’s Impressed. i don’t know at what point he really falls in love (but i’m going to tell you by what point he’s definitely in love already), but he meets his equal and he’s impressed and he likes him and he wants to be his friend. and then he likes him a lot. a lot

please gaze upon this screenshot that perfectly captures the dynamic in the begging

i don’t think cql wei wuxian is oblivious (and i don’t know anything about any other wei wuxians so this all is just about cql wwx (and cql lwj)). but god, i think he is a teenager, and he needs time to understand what he’s feeling, and also he has this very twisted relationship with the idea of being loved. and also lan wangji isn’t very good at not being pissed at wei wuxian at any given time. but look at the fondness on wei ying’s face in this screencap. it’s a very brief moment, and lan zhan is too drunk to notice anyway. he knows he likes lwj a lot, he’s perfectly aware of that. but there are still miles and miles to go before they both can peacefully accept this wild concept.

fast forward to the cold caves, that is where lan wangji just accepts his fate. he’s still pissed about that, but now he knows that he can’t outrun his feelings and he’s stuck with wei ying, both metaphorically and literally. so he binds them with his ribbon, because at this point why the fuck not? it’s too late anyway, he’s too far gone. might as well get engaged. 

by the way place your bets on the time period when lan wangji writes wangxian. cause i have no idea.

then lantern ceremony happens and dare i say that by that point

the boys are both in love

but i would say that lan zhan is in love and still doesn’t fully understand what to do with that. he’s quite repressed, confused and very not used to that. while wei ying is in love and he doesn’t think that he’s good enough, so he just doesn’t think too hard about it. why focus on it, when you can focus on having fun and spending time with lan zhan who’s slowly getting less pissed of with you? sounds like a plan

then they go on a little adventure, and by that point lan zhan is actually happy that wei ying is going with him. they meet their relationship goals, (spoiler: maybe don’t make xxc x sl your goals, they kinda really fuck up in the process of their relationship) they yearn, they pine and then they part. by the time they are parting, both are pretty much aware of what’s happening. lan zhan doesn’t really want to leave, but he has to. and wei ying, well, he wants to sleep on lwj’s roof.

when they meet next time, they are already at this point of relationship where you will never admit your feelings to each other, but you will jump in front of a sword to save the other’s life. we’ve all been there, right? 

and then there is the cave. 

i need to remind you and myself that after they leave this cave, the next time they’re going to see each other will be in the 20th episode. a reunion after one or both of them have been through hell.

but back to the cave. after all, this post started because of mind-melt gifset, remember? 

the cave may be famous for the “you are fond of mianmian?” moment but remember, wei ying is trying not to think to hard about his own feelings, and lan zhan isn’t very good at conveying his, soooo you can see where the problem is, right?

there are other factors too, of course. they’re stuck in a cave with a deadly monster, lan wangji’s sect is in danger right in that moment, his brother is missing, the war is coming, he’s in pain, he’s tired and on top of all that, the boy he’s in love with is right there in his face being very helpful with his wound but not very helpful with lan zhan’s confused feelings getting more confused.

same goes for wei wuxian, who knows that the cloud recesses was destroyed, knows that his sect is in danger next, has to worry about his little brother getting somewhere, ideally home, safely, also aware of the fact that they are stuck in the cave with a deadly monster and there is one very wounded lan zhan on his hands who isn’t being super cooperative right now

it’s not the best time to think about all those feelings but it’s the only time they have. 

and we all know lan zhan is going through some shit with all this “mianmian” nonsense. but let me point out some ways that wei ying shows his love in this scene without saying anything. rushing to tend to lwj’s wounds and giving him all the medicine that’s left, trying to comfort him and distract from the thoughts about his sect, covering lan zhan with his robe when he finally fall asleep 

and then waking up before lan zhan (did he even have any sleep?) and putting his ribbon back on him, so lan zhan doesn’t feel nervous about it. (allow me to scream about that for a sec) (also he takes his robe away before lan zhan wakes up so don’t tell me this boy doesn’t know what he’s doing, he’s just, you know, being wei wuxian in the process)

so take into account all this wall of text i wrote and consider what happens next. mind-melt. and listen, i don’t know how this spell works. who even knows? cql lore doesn’t explain shit and for that scene i’m actually glad it doesn’t. because i can just imagine how it works. ha!

and how i imagine it works, inspired by some other posts, is that some of your thoughts and feelings melt too, not just the thoughts you want to transfer.

it’s the face he makes. why does he smile like that? why why why

i already mumbled a bit in the tags of that post but here is what i think. they may not get the full picture from that mind-melt, but they get the idea. maybe it’s the warmth, maybe it’s the comfort, the trust, the fact that they’re already been through so much together and did so much for each other. but it’s all in there. 

another reminder. by that point lan zhan already wrote wangxian (and he will later transfer it right into wei ying’s mind alongside a canonical wangxian fanvid). 

lan zhan opens his mind to wei ying and wei ying give his that smile in response. and i feel like they just pour their feelings into each other’s minds. not all of them. and they don’t have time to reflect on it. but here they are. really makes me wonder how their reunion would look in other universe, where wwx doesn’t come back as a traumatized necromancer. 

there are reasons why wei ying decides to push lan zhan away when he’s back. and some of the reasons come from this cave, this exact moment, i think. he know he earned lwj’s trust, he knows lwj cares about him, he knows what it’s like to make a second jade of lan smile. and he’s afraid to lose it all so he just doesn’t allow himself to have it back in the first place. he also knows that lan zhan can see through his bullshit. and he in so much bullshit now, he doesn’t want to scare him? dissapoint him? make him more worried than he already is? 

and i’m sure he knows exactly why he cares about lan zhan so much but now he cannot be allowed to think about that. 

and you know when he finally think about that? when that sinks and he breaks his own heart because it’s too late now and they run our of time? their reunion in burial mounds. that is when, i think, wei wuxian finally admits how far gone he is for lan wangji but it’s too late. he’s allowed to have this last happy memory of lan zhan and then he has to watch him leave forever. 

when wei ying is back to life 16 years later, they both are both aware of their feelings. they just don’t know how the other one feels now. they need some time to figure it out but they catch up pretty soon. the end :) 

[fatesdeepdive]

Entry 50: Oops! All Supports Volume #8

The portal babies are going to be weird. Most of their Supports are going to come from the OAS entries. Add it onto the pile of close to thirty Birthright Supports I didn’t get to. Also, because this is Entry 50 and I hate myself, I’m doing twenty different Supports today instead of ten. God help me. I’m already a few days behind and this won’t help.

Support: Mana/Sophie

C: Kana manages to befriend Sophie's horse Avel, despite Avel normally being horrible.

B: Kana and Sophie see a burning building and Avel happily allows Sophie to ride him so she can save people.

A: Kana and Sophie discuss how Avel is loyal to Sophie, despite his assholeness, and will follow only her into battle.

S: Kana gets friendzoned.

Review: Not bad. Avel being a good horse when the chips are down is great. Also, this is the second time Kana’s been friendzoned. Poor kid.

Support: Corrin/Hinata 

C: Corrin finds Hinata training. Corrin is surprised, because they heard Hinata was lazy.

B: Hinata beats Corrin in a duel, so Corrin runs laps to get stronger.

A: Hinata reveals that he trains so hard because he lost a fight to Takumi once and wants to beat him.

S: Hinata does the promise to protect blah blah blah I like you blah blah thing.

Review: Not necessarily awful, but very generic and lacking any spark to make it stand out.

Support: Mitama/Shiro

C: Shiro finds Mitama sleeping outside. He wakes her and she heads to her room so she can take another nap.

B: Shiro explains that falling asleep on a battlefield is dangerous, Mitama explains that she's ensuring she's fully rested for battle.

A: Shiro takes a nap outside. Mitama agrees to stop sleeping outside as much.

S: Shiro asks Mitama to be his girlfriend.

Review: Very shallow. Mitama is somewhat amusing, but other than that this is completely forgettable.

Support: Dwyer/Selkie

C: Dwyer is woken up by Selkie chasing a bird.

B: Selkie gurts herself climbing a tree. Dwyer, not wanting to ignore a not-ugly lady in distress, tends her wounds.

A: Dwyer tries to convince Selkie to stop hurting herself. Selkie drags him off to go frolic.

S: Dwyer decides to tend to Selkie's wounds for the rest of his life. Selkie decides they should get married and claims she planned this from the beginning.

Review: A fun, cute fluff Support.

Support: Azura/Saizo

C: Saizo tells Azura that she doesn't trust her because she's from Nohr.

B: Saizo injures himself protecting Azura. Azura tends to his wounds. Saizo notices a scar on Azura and Azura explains that some noble children beat the shit out of her when she was a kid. Again, who the fuck thought it was a good idea to bully the violent sadistic king's stepdaughter?

A: Saizo apologizes for forcing Azura to relive painful memories. Azura says he only has to say thank you and that she wants him to be her ally.

S: Saizo offers Azura a magic salve that can heal any scar. He doesn't use it because his scar is important and also HE'S A MANY MAN AND NOT A DELICATE LADY. Azura says she loves him despite the sexism.

Review: A very good Support that gives good characterization to both Azura and Saizo.

Support: Felicia/Takumi

C: Felicia runs into Takumi while carrying the laundry. Literally. Takumi grumpily helps her clean it up.

B: Takumi tries to yell at Felicia to be careful, she ignores him and talks about her hometown. Takumi insinuates there's a problem with how Felicia was raised and apologizes when she calls him out.

A: Takumi keeps an eye on Felicia to keep her from messing everything up. Felicia cries. Takumi praises her for being a hard worker.

S: Takumi asks Felicia to tell him about her village, because he likes her and she cares about it.

Review: Not bad, but could have had a bit more lore about Felicia’s village or had Takumi play a more active role.

Support: Kaden/Mozu

C: Kaden has a fatty piece of meat, which he doesn't want to eat because it's unhealthy. Mozu offers to cook the fat off. Kaden offers to split it.

B: Mozu makes a really good soup. She compares Kaden to a little kid for being impatient.

A: Kaden guts a fish, which makes Mozu think he's wise and mature. Sure, why not. Mozu says he's like a brother to her, because this game didn't have enough pseudo-sibling fucking.

S: Mozu says Kaden is everything she wants in a man.

Review: Overall, a fairly mediocre Support lacking a consistent throughline.

Support: Kagero/Setsuna

C: Setsuna is tasked with delivering important messages during a battle and forgets them, so Kagero is ordered to help Setsuna become a better messenger.

B: Kagero gives Setsuna sentences to repeat back to her. Setsuna forgets them immediately because she has the memory of a goldfish.

A: Kagero comes up with a better solution: babysitting Setsuna to make sure she doesn't fuck up.

Review: An overall decent Support. Although it raises one big question: who the hell thought it was a good idea to make Setsuna a messenger? They’re the real idiot in this army.

Support: Azama/Subaki

C: People have begun saying Azama and Subaki are training together. This angers Azama, who hates Subaki for pretending to be perfect. Subaki doesn't mind.

B: Azama goes on a hike and finds Subaki training alone so other people won't see him get tired.

A: Azama explains that the difference between them is that Subaki cares what other people think about him and Azama just doesn't give a shit.

Review: Overall a bit bland. Also how did the training rumors start? Part of me feels like this is an “oh my god they were roommates” scenario.

Support: Hinoka/Jakob

C: Jakob finds Hinoka training and praises her courage and fighting skill. Hinoka says she used to be trained in formal princess behavior, but through all that away to spend more time training. B: Jakob offers to train Hinoka in etiquette again. Hinoka ends up remembering everything anyway. A: Jakob explains that war is more than battle and courtly training is just as important. S: Jakob says he loves Hinoka. Hinoka points out how sudden this is, and Jakob offers to leave and come back later. They get together.

Review: Wow that romance came out of nowhere. They even point it out! Aside from that, this Support is very lackluster. It avoids all conflict by having Hinoka not have anything to learn and leaves Jakob without any development.

Support: Hisame/Kiragi

C: Hisame acts subservient and loyal to Kiragi. Kiragi asks him to treat him like a friend, similar to how Takumi and Hinata act. Hisame rejects this, saying Hinata should treat his betters with respect. Also they mention that Takumi and Hinata bathe together, which is interesting.

B: Kiragi says that they don't have to be master/servant just because their fathers are. Hisame suggests that they play shogi to become friends.

A: The two of them have fun playing shogi. Hisame acknowledges they're friends now.

Review: This one is interesting, analyzing that Hinata doesn’t really act like the retainer of a prince. Kiragi just wanting to be friends with Hisame is nice, and Hisame acting like an actual medieval person is interesting. I do wish this Support, and the game as a whole, had more analysis of class divides, though.

Support: Setsuna/Silas

C: Silas is attacked by an enemy archer. By an enemy archer, I mean Setsuna, who fell into a pit and fired arrows out to get his attention.

B: Setsuna does it again, almost injuring her fellow soldiers. Setsuna blushes while talking to Silas for...some reason.

A: Setsuna falls in a pit and accidentally kills a bunch of enemies while firing arrows.

S: Silas proposes. Halfway through the proposal, Setsuna falls into a pit. Silas rescues her and she immediately does it again.

Review: This is a fun Support. Setsuna being more willing to shoot Silas than ask for help is relatable. Setsuna taking out enemies by accident and wandering off in the middle of a confession is hilarious. Also, between this and the Kagero Support, I’m starting to think Setsuna is a liability.

Support: Midori/Shigure

C: Midori shows Shigure her herb garden. In the middle of it is a pretty flower bub that Midori likes.

B: Shigure helps Midori garden.

A: The flower blooms; Midori says it's a rare flower that is a symbol of happiness.

S: Shigure tells Midori to stay out of battle because he can't bear to see her hurt. When Midori refuses, Shigure instead vows to protect her throughout the war and after.

Review: This one had a surprisingly good S-Rank. I like the idea of Shigure being paranoid about his loved ones getting hurt because he’s already lost his entire village. Unfortunately, other than that, this Support is fairly bland.

Support: Asugi/Dwyer

C: Dwyer somehow manages to beat Asugi in a fight. Asugi challenges him to a rematch and Dwyer leaves to take a nap.

B: Asugi spies on Dwyer all day to find out how he trains. Dwyer does nothing but nap. Dwyer reveals that Jakob beat fighting skills into him as a kid so he doesn't have to train anymore.

A: Asugi challenges Dwyer to a baking contest. Dwyer forfeits before it even begins.

Review: Not bad. Dwyer completely shutting Asugi down out of laziness is fun.

Support: Hinata/Rinkah

C: Rinkah watches Hinata fight. She tells him it's a miracle he isn't dead, considering how sloppy he fights.

B: The two of them spar. Hinata is surprisingly powerful, but Rinkah matches him hit for hit. Rinkah decides to mix Hinata's moves into her one fighting style. A: Hinata and Rinkah fight again, drawing.

S: Hinata asks Runkah to take him to the Flame Tribe...as her husband.

Review: Fairly mediocre. I’ve seen a dozen sparring Supports already and this one lacks anything new.

Support: Jakob/Takumi

C: Takumi asks Jakob to help him train in secret. Jakob says no.

B: Corrin orders Jakob to help Takumi. Takumi snipes arrows off Jakob's head like William Tell.

A: Jakob tells Takumi that his need for others to recognize his skill is immaturity.

Review: Goddamn, Takumi. There are better ways to train than accidentally killing your sister’s retainer! Other than that this is mediocre; Jakob calling out Takumi’s immaturity is nice, but it isn’t built up properly.

Support: Caeldori/Hisame

C: Caeldori and Hisame are tasked with cleaning a shed together because they're the only competent soldiers. Caeldori brings up her respect for her father and Hisame changes the conversation.

B: Hisame explains that he doesn't respect Hinata because Hinata is a moron. Caeldori is disgusted by the idea of not respecting her father.

A: Caeldori apologizes for being forceful. Hisame says that he actually hates Hinata because he's jealous of Hinata's laid-back attitude.

S: Caeldori and Hisame get together because they're smarter than everyone else.

Review: Contrasting their differing views towards their fathers is nice, but the idea that Hisame is jealous of Hinata is ridiculous.

Support: Kiragi/Selkie

C: Kiragi and Selkie race through the woods and notice a group of suspicious men hanging around.

B: Kiragi saves Selkie from the men, who are poachers.

A: Selkie criticizes herself for being too trusting. Kiragi it wasn't her fault and that her kindness is one of her best traits.

S: Kiragi apologizes for allowing Selkie to be captured in the first place and asks Selkie to date him so he can protect her.

Review: Look, follow up to Selkie’s Paralogue! Kiragi being heroic is nice, but Selkie is a bit of a damsel in distress in this one.

Support: Fana/Midori

C: Kana has a sore throat. Midori's medicine doesn't work.

B: Midori tries new medicine. It still doesn't work.

A: Midori realizes Kana needs dragon medicine.

Review: That was a bunch of nothing. I think this is the shortest Support line I’ve read, and damn is it forgettable.

Support: Corrin/Hana

C: Hana is mean to Corrin because Corrin made Sakura sad by being kidnapped. Sakura isn't very smart.

B: Corrin asks about Hana's family, who are also Samurai, and says they apreciate Hana's ambition because they didn't have any when isolated. Hana mentions that her inspiration is her father, a samurai who prerished honorably protecting Sumeragi. Corrin says that dying in and of itself shouldn't be respected. Hana gets mad and storms off.

A: Corrin explains that Hana shouldn't throw her life away because it would make Sakura sad.

S: Corrin says he actually wants Hana to keep living because he has feelings for her. Protect eachother yada yada yada.

Review: I’m torn on this one. It gives backstory for Hana and at least tries to say something meaningful about dying in battle, but the C-Rank has Hana act ridiculous.

[dontshootmespence]

Inner Peace

Summary: There is never a dull moment in the life of the Winchesters, but when you and Sam have two seconds to breathe, can you sneak in a little alone time?

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 1,274

Warnings: Impala sex, riding, all the touching, slight fluff and angst with smut blanketing the whole lovely thing, some funnies, fairly generic sexy times, Sam’s massive cock, you know, the usual!

A/N: For those of you 18 and over! This fulfills my “impala sex” square for @spnkinkbingo. Set in episode 13.19, Funeralia, with some details changed slightly to fit my idea.

After banishing the Mark of Cain, settling the worst case of sibling rivalry in existence between Chuck and Amara, and Sam and Dean’s mother coming back from the dead after 30 years, one would think the group deserved a break, but apparently not. 

“Why don’t Cas and I go to the gallery where Elizabeth died and the two of you can go lore crazy, or whatever it is you nerds do,” Dean said exasperatedly, desperate for a break from the ongoing madness that was their lives. 

“Fine,” you huffed, sick of being foisted upon the lore despite your love of books and not stop pursuit of supernatural knowledge, “But you two take Cas’ car, we get Baby.”

If Sam had suggested it, he would’ve laughed it off, but as the woman who was keeping his brother at least somewhat happy and free from drowning in his own misery, he tended to give in to you. “You’ve got me over a barrel and you know it.”

“I do,” you laughed. “We’ll meet you back at the bunker later. Keep us updated.”

                                                              -----

The ride back to the bunker was mainly filled with silence until some random chick appeared in the back seat forcing you and Sam off the road. Apparently, her name was Jessica, a reaper sent by Billie to keep on eye on them. Once she explained that people were dying before their times and that they could call on her for assistance if need be, she disappeared, leaving you and Sam to finally return to the bunker.

As Sam pulled Baby into the garage and cut the engine, he took a deep breath, brows furrowed in sudden anxiety. “You okay, babe?” You asked, stepping out of the car. 

“I’m just...tired,” he replied, combing his fingers through his hair. “We need a break. We...we deserve a break, don’t we?”

Nodding, you walked around the car and wrapped your arms around his waist, leaning into his muscled chest and just allowing yourself to be, if only for a moment. “We should get going,” you said after a moment. 

When you moved, Sam pulled you back, desperate for more than just the slight reprieve. “Just another minute, please.” His voice cracked ever so slightly and it broke your heart. 

One moment slid into the next as you breathed each other in and shut the rest of the world out. You all needed a vacation, but you wanted to take Sam away to a far off island and distract him from all the bullshit. Tipping your head upward, you dragged your lips against the stubble on his jawline. With all the running around, he’s barely had a chance to shower, eat and sleep, no less shave, but you don’t mind. The coarseness sends a shiver down your spine, causing you to arch into the fullness of his body in a search of some sort of inner peace. Maybe if he’ll let you, you can forget for a few moments.

“We should really get inside,” he said, voice straining as his cock pushed against the confines of his jeans. 

You ran your palm down his chest and underneath his shirt, playing at the hemline of his jeans, teasing as your fingers danced around his leather belt. “Maybe we should, but maybe we deserve two seconds of a break...Sam, let me help you forget for a minute.”

Testing your boundaries, you begin to undo his belt. He fought his desire for a moment longer before giving in, cupping your face in his hands and opening your mouth with the intensity of his soft lips. 

Without care for the crappy fluorescent lights of the bunker’s garage or the slight tang of your sweat-slick skin, you push Sam back against Baby’s frame and slip your hand underneath his boxers, slowly palming at his length until he’s putty in your hands. “Y/N, we...”

“Shhh, love. Just let go and let me take care of you.” You step back and pull your shirt up over your head, tossing it into the front seat before opening the back door and crawling inside.

Eyes glazed and mind dazed, Sam followed behind and pulled the doors closed  before gathering you into his lap. You grind down in desperation, not realizing just how much you need this too, the friction and the material between you becoming almost unbearable. 

Sam smashes his lips against yours, devouring your taste as you shimmy his jeans down and push them around his ankles. His length pulses in your hand as you tease the head, lubing him up with a mix of spit and pre-come. 

A guttural moan leaves his lips as you slid down onto his length, watching him as he watches himself disappear inside of you. He palms your breasts, roughened hands scratching deliciously across your nipples, finally allowing himself the moment’s reprieve you both deserve. 

Breaths become heavy when you grind down onto him, his thumb resting gently against your clit so that with each circle of your hips an electric pulse of pleasure snakes its way up your body. 

Sam dips his head down and takes a nipple into his mouth, wrapping it in the silkiness of his tongue, so warm, so wet. “God, baby, I’ve missed you.”

You haven’t been apart for weeks, but you know exactly what he means. This kind of intimacy tends to slip away during times like these. “I’m here, baby. Let go. Fuck me.”

He wraps his enormous hands around your hips and holds you down, thrusting his cock into your pussy in a desperate search for solace. He closed his eyes and pulled your head into the crook of his neck, keeping up a steady pace until he was crying out and you were shaking in his arms. You kissed the sweat off his skin and tightened your walls around him, shaking as hot spurts of come coated your insides. “Sam-”

“I love you,” he whispered, resting his forehead against yours as he softened inside you. A small smile emerged after what seemed likes weeks away. “Thank you for that. I think I needed that.”

“I think we both did.” You removed yourself from his lap and slide to his side, curling in underneath his arm. “Let’s just stay here for a few more minutes. Then we can go lore crazy.”

In the silence, you both nearly fell asleep until you heard someone exclaim from outside the car. “What the fuck?!”

“Dean?” You called out, rolling down the window with a sheepish smile. “Didn’t think you’d be back so soon.”

“What the hell is going on?” 

“Do I need to give you the birds and the bees talk Dean? I know it can be a little complicated.”

Cas looked over the car and turned to Dean. “It appears they’ve pulled a Titanic.”

Snickering, you closed the window and put on enough clothes that you wouldn’t be flashing your basically brother-in-law and your friendly neighborhood seraph. 

Sam let loose a laugh much needed when he heard Dean and Cas bickering outside the car. “Metatron downloading every single pop culture reference into your brain is literally the worst thing that’s ever happened to me!”

As you slid out of the car, you tapped his shoulder. “No, I think the worst thing is the knowledge that Sam’s bare ass has been on your back seat.”

Dean did what felt like a quintuple take between the back seat and the two of you running away. You’d both get it from him for a little while but Cas couldn’t help but join you in laughter. It was hard to come by these days.

[iamvegorott]

A Warning

MatPat’s video on Markiplier gave me an idea

Summary: After his newest video, MatPat is greeted in his home by some unexpected faces and is given the warning of a lifetime

A Warning

Matt slept peacefully next to his wife, his son in the other room and his newest video uploaded and making its rounds through people’s subscription feeds. It was a fun project to do, digging into a lore no one was expecting of him to do. He’s done videos on youtubers before, but this one was different.

Oliver’s crying woke Matt from his dreamless sleep and he rubbed Stephanie’s shoulder when she started to get up as well.

“I got him, go back to sleep,” Matt said, seeing the sleepy smile Stephanie gave him as a thanks before nuzzling back into the pillow. Matt tried to get out of the bed as smooth as possible, almost falling off at the end and he stepped out of the room. “Oli, Oli-buddy, I’m coming,” Matt said with a yawn, heading for the infant’s room. The nightlight on the wall allowed Matt to see enough to walk over to the crib. “It’s okay-Oli?” Matt was wide awake right then and there.  Oli wasn’t in his crib, but he was still crying. “Oli? Oliver!” Matt shouted and started to panic, searching the room for his child. “Oh my, God! Steph! Steph!” He cried out.

“Matthew!” Stephanie screamed. Matt sprinted out of the room and went back towards his own, grunting when he ran into something that caused him to stumble back. Matt flinched when the light was suddenly turned on and he had to rub his eyes and blink a few times and he saw what he had hit.

“Mark?” Matt rubbed at his eyes again. Was he still asleep?

“Wrong name, ol’ sport.” The man laughed, voice slurring a little.

“What?” Matt’s brain took a second to click what the man was wearing, the hair, the mustache. “I must be dreaming,” Matt said to himself.

“I know it’s a dream come true to meet me.” The man laughed loudly, clapping his arm around Matt’s shoulders.

“Not now!” Matt slapped his hand away and tried to go back to his room again but a hand harshly grabbed his arm and he was thrown into the nearby wall. “Mark! What the-”

“I am not Mark, friend.” The man pulled out a gun and pressed the barrel of it to the center of Matt’s chest. “You know my name.”

“This is not funny,” Matt said, trying to see if he could figure out of the gun was fake or not. “Whatever this prank is, stop it now.”

“This is far from a joke.” The man cocked the gun and Matt swallowed thickly.

“Wilford, caution.” Matt cringed when a sharp ringing started to fill the room. “We need him alive, it would cause too much concern if he were not.”

“But Dark, one little-”

“Holy shit.” Matt found himself cursing. This was not real. This could not be real. There was no way that literal fictional characters were in his home. The shock quickly went away when he saw that Dark was holding Oliver. “Put him down!” Matt demanded, beginning to move and getting shoved back against the wall by Wilford pressing his hand to his throat the moment he did. “Give me my son! Give me my son right now!” He screamed, grabbing Wilford’s arm and before he could jerk it away, he heard a grunt.

“Stop, fighting!” Matt saw that Stephanie was being dragged out of the bedroom by Bim Trimmer.

“Then let go of me.” Stephanie spat before glaring at Dark. “And you put my son down right this instant you overrated, monochromatic, egotistical, edge-lord, mistake!” Steph lunged forward and was pulled back, unable to even get close to Dark.

“You don’t want to scare him, do you?” Dark asked, adjusting the infant so he was looking up at him. “He’s so small, so fragile, just a simple flick of my wrist and he’s gone.” Oliver began crying and Dark chuckled.

“Don’t you dare hurt him!” Stephanie screamed. “Don’t you dare!”

“I don’t plan on it. Yet.” Dark waved his hand over Oliver’s face and the baby immediately went silent.

“What did you do!?” Matt demanded while Stephanie screamed out.

“He’s just sleeping,” Dark stated. “Host.” Stephanie and Matt both flinched a little with shock when Host appeared from what seemed to be nowhere, stepping out of the shadows. “Put him in his crib,” Dark ordered as he gave Host the baby.

“Give me my son, give me him!” Stephanie cried out, pleading to have her child in her arms instead of in a stranger’s.

“Trust me, you’re not going to want him where we’re going, he’s a lot safer here.” Dark held his hands behind his back. “I only had him to show you that we can get your child whenever we want, to show that we can cause him harm if you don’t heed our warning.”

“We get it. Now get out of my house.” Matt said between gritted teeth.

“We’re not done yet. I have to make sure that I am perfectly clear.” Dark ended his sentence by snapping his fingers and soon everything went black.

Matt made a sound when he found himself falling to his rear, no longer having a wall to hold him up. His brows scrunched when his hands touched the ground and he felt grass on his palms. A quick look around told Matt that he was outside, somewhere that he didn’t know and after a sniff of the air he knew he was near water. Was he...on a cliff?

“They would end up there.” Matt saw a man speaking with Dark and when he saw the glowing ‘G’ on his shirt, he knew who it was. “Dr. Iplier is already down there and prepped.” Google glanced over at Stephanie, who was still trying to break free from Bim and also with the help of Silver Surfer.

“What are you-” Matt tried to get up, but a foot went on his back and pushed him down to his stomach.

“Let him stand Edgar,” Dark ordered, turning to face Matt. Matt quickly scrambled up the moment the pressure was off of him and wasn’t even able to finish his thought of going to Stephanie when both of his arms were grabbed.

“What are you doing!? We get it!” Matt shouted.

“You got too close, Matthew,” Dark stated.

“I’ll stop my researching, I’ll stop looking into things, just let us go home!” Matt started to pull on his arms, trying to jerk them out of Wilford’s and Edgar’s hold.

“I have to make sure Matthew.” Dark walked over to Stephanie, giving her a smirk before nodding at Bim and Silver. The moment Stephanie was released she slapped Dark across the face, the sound echoing from how harsh it was. “Cute,” Dark said in a monotone voice and grabbed Stephanie by the neck with one hand.

“Let her go! Let her go!” Matt screamed, feet digging the dirt and grass from the ground as he strained to be free.

“Nice to know you picked a tough one.” Dark started to lift Stephanie up and Stephanie started to choke, kicking out her legs and trying to claw at Dark’s arm. “Too bad she’s not tough enough.” He added before tossing Stephanie over the cliff edge.

“Steph!” Matt cried. “No! No! No!”

“Everyone wondered who the woman in the water was.” Dark hummed. “There’s your answer.”

“Steph!” Matt fumbled forward when he was suddenly let go and without a second thought he took off. He sprinted over to the edge of the cliff, diving off of it himself and seeing Stephanie splash into the water as he fell.

Matt closed his eyes before he hit the water as well, the rush of cold making him cough out the air in his lungs and he quickly had to swim back up to the surface. He gasped for air the moment he was up and he panted as he looked around.

Where was Stephanie?

Where was she!?

The woman in the video…

The video.

Matt finally found the light that he knew was going to be there. He took in a deep breath and went under the water again, eyes burning as he tried to find his wife. Matt internally screamed Stephanie’s name when he found her floating in the water. Matt quickly went to her and wrapped his arms around her, kicking his feet and getting both of them to the surface. Matt saw that she was unconscious, assuming that Dark must have knocked her out like he did to Oliver.

It didn’t take long for Matt to find where the land edge was and his mouth trembled from the freezing water as he made his way over to it, fearing that Stephanie was having it worse since she’d been in the water longer. Matt grunted as he pulled Stephanie and himself on the land and it only took a few pumps to her chest and a puff of air in her mouth to get her to spit out the water and start breathing properly again.

“Matt?” Stephanie croaked out.

��It’s okay, it’s okay.” Matt placed his hand on Stephanie’s cheek. “I’ll get us home, I’ll get you dried and warmed up, I’ll make us tea.”

“Have I made my point clear?” Dark’s voice made a wave of anger go through Matt’s body.

“You monster,” Matt growled.

“Close enough.” Dark shrugged with a chuckle. “But don’t get too angry, Matthew. Reality can become a strange thing when we’re around.”

“You monster!” Matt screamed this time and started running again, heading straight for Dark.

“Calm down, Matthew,” Dark said after easily stepped out of Matt’s reach.

“Calm down!? You want me to calm down!? I’m going to rip your grayscale head off your body!” Matt lunged again, swiping his hand towards Dark and feeling his fingers tear through the fabric of Dark’s shirt.

“His hands!” Edgar shouted. “What the hell!?”

“The statistics weren’t in the favor of this occurring, but there was a chance,” Google stated.

“I can take care of this.” Wilford offered, aiming his gun towards Matt as he continued to attack Dark, unable to get another hit on him.

“Stop moving!” Matt screeched.

“Don’t shoot,” Dark ordered and went around Matt, grabbing the back of his head and shoving him forward, sending him several feet ahead and into the ground. “We’ll deal with it later.” Dark snapped his fingers again and just like before, there was blackness.

“What!? Where!? Where!?” Matt scanned the room he was in, not realizing it was his living room as rage still flowed through him, clouding every thought.

“Matthew...Matt.” Stephanie's voice made most of the anger go away, dulling it down to a simple thumping in the back of his head.

“What the…” Matt looked at his hands and saw that his fingers were now just long, thin claws, the tips a dark purple that slowly faded up his arms. “My...hands.” Matt felt an urge to vomit when he caught his reflection in the hallway mirror. He slowly stepped out of the living room and into the hall, body shaking in fear of himself.

He wanted to touch his own face, to see if it was actually real or not but his...hands, it scared him too much to do so. What were his eyes? Why were they black? What was the strange purple pupil in the center of them? That was not how eyes worked. It wasn’t possible.

“His name is MadPat, or Mad for short.” Host stated as he appeared again in the living room, Oliver in his arms. Before Stephanie could even begin forming her words, Host handed her the infant. “There was no harm to the child, Host ensured of it.” Host said. Stephanie hugged Oliver and felt tears rolling down her face. Her baby was safe. He was safe.

But her husband.

“Mad?” Matt asked, slowly walking back into the room.

“That’s what the fans refer to him. He’s basically an embodiment of Matt’s anger.” Host explained. “He began taking his form after the Five Nights At Freddy’s musical concluded.”

“How…” Matt’s voice came out weak, the purple on his arms beginning to fade away.

“Even all of the Ipliers don’t know. No of them know, including the Host.” Host admitted. “Host also suggests that Stephanie changes and warms herself up due to the trauma from the cold water. Matt will be fine because of his form for a while but will need to change himself when he returns to normal.”

“This is all just insane,” Matt said. “None of this makes sense.”

“The world never does.” Host said. “Rest, recover and prepare for their return. They know that the idea is true now and they’ll be wanting to recruit Mad.”

“He’s me, I’m Mad, I’m Matt.” Matt could feel a headache coming.”

“There was a point when Dark was Mark and Anti was Jack, they separated themselves by force and there’s a very high chance they’ll help Mad do the same.”

“What do we do?” Stephanie asked.

“Get training.” Host vanished before any more questions could be asked.

“I’ll...I’ll go make some tea while you change,” Matt said softly.

“Matthew.” Stephanie went up to Matt. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” Matt gave Stephanie a little smile and made his way to the kitchen.

Who knew making a YouTube video would lead to this?

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[din-skywalker]

Villa’s Edge

Hello everyone! This took a while for me to write, but I finally finished and I’m pretty satisfied with it. 

Anyway, this was written based on @mint-bees ‘s “crystal kingdom” au which I fell in love with as soon as I saw it. And, again, sorry it took me so long to write, but I do hope you like how it has ended up! I’m very proud, after all. Also, I hope I got the lore and such accurate enough to your pleasure, Mint!

Anyway enough of my rambling, here’s the story(it’s a bit long oops):

The rhythmic swaying of the horse’s steps is currently the only thing keeping the Host awake, tired after riding for hours on end now. He would have stopped in a hotel or lodging at least two hours ago, but the village he is currently travelling to is so far off from the rest of civilization that there had been no sign of other humans for miles. His head lolls as he adjusts his sitting position on the horse, the tails of his coat shifting beneath him. He holds tighter to the reins as he sighs heavily, deathly bored. Why had he decided to come out alone again? He has no idea, in all honesty. If he had brought at least a Jim or two he wouldn’t be near this bored.

Or maybe it’s the town’s fault for being so far away from the rest of civilization. Yeah, he’s going to think that.

The Host normally does not leave his studio to go into the field himself, finding or overhearing the information he spreads from maybe a Jim or his friend Bim. He normally always stays in the safety and comforts of his studio, the warm glow of his chosen crystals keeping him company as he spread the information he was given. But, with this certain topic- over the opposing Kingdom nearby- he has been able to get no information whatsoever. For over two years now. And it’s becoming annoying.

The nearby kingdom ruled by Anti is elusive and secretive- in fact, they have heard nothing from them for nearly a century now. They only know what they see at the border and that’s not much. So, because he wants information on their friendly neighborhood Kingdom, the Host is going to the town which had been literally split in half by the border upon it being set up. He figures that they may have at least some kind of semblance to information on the other kingdom.

But now he’s been riding this same damned horse- it’s one of the Jim’s horse, actually. He had been very proud of her and called her Buttercup “because of her yellow main” and “light brown coat”- for hours now. If he doesn’t get off of it soon, he thinks the insides of his legs are going to literally fall off they’re so sore. He couldn’t even imagine how tired the horse itself must be after carrying him for hours and hours. He decides to pat her neck again for what must be the fifth time in under and hour.

When leaving, the Host had tried his best to grab matching clothes. But, because he is blind with bandages wrapped around his eyes- that can sometimes be a hard task to accomplish. He normally will try to hang matching clothes together and such but sometimes a maid or two could mix them up and mess everything up. But he thinks what he’s currently wearing- a black long coat with a gem sewed into either shoulder and a long piece of silk going down his back with a pair of black pants(the shoes are also black with a gem on the tips of the toes- he must look like he’s going to a funeral) and a golden chained necklace hanging around his neck.

At least, he’s been told it’s a golden necklace. That’s what Bim said while they were out buying a chain for his main crystal to hang from. He had chosen a gold chain because he’s been told that gold goes with everything- including the streak of gold in his hair. Now his main crystal- and the vial filled with liquid Dark had given him- hangs from the chains, bumping against his chest occasionally.

The Host sighs heavily once more and runs his fingertips along the smooth surface of a gem on his shoulder, leaning his chin against his chest. He really wants to stop to give Buttercup a rest, but he’d heard many stories of there being all kinds of vile creatures living among these trees that attack anyone who stops unprotected. So, he forces the horse onwards.

Another hour passes of the Host humming and the horse panting heavily until finally, finally, the Host is hit with a sudden, powerful surge of magical energy. So powerful he nearly falls from the horse, sore legs hardly able to hold him up any longer. He hardly catches himself and straightens, damaged eyes widening at how much magical energy is buzzing in the air around him now. He listens more, finding the sound of people yelling and talking with one another not too far off.

Finally.

A minute or two later and the Host is greeted by a quite loud woman, “Hello, sir, and welcome to Villa’s Edge!” He reigns his horse to a stop and he’s sure that it nearly topples over. “My name is Asceria! What is your name and what could have possibly brought you to our quaint, little town?”

The Host doesn’t answer at first as he slides from the saddle, aching legs finding heaven as he stands. He too nearly topples over, much like the horse, but he balances himself against it. He then angles his face towards the woman named Asceria and can already hear the other curious townspeople gathering around. They must not be used to having visitors to their town- especially one of such high standings.

The Host is from the Capital, which already has him in a higher position than these townspeople, and then he is also of the highest ring, being above so many of the second ring people. He had heard that such a high standing individual had not visited this small town in at least half a century. His apparel and main crystal of choice must be mesmerizing to them- he’d heard that the light reflecting from a crystal could hypnotize a person if they weren’t careful, especially the kind his is.

“My name is the Host,” he informed and there’s a few surprised gasps from the crowd. They could possibly be “fans” of him, having heard his radio channel one way or another, “and I am here to gain information for my next show.”

“We’d be delighted to help you with that, Mr. Host!” Asceria said with a clap of her hands and oh god… “Mr. Host”? Seriously? That’s a new one. Most people call him Sir Host or just, well, Host. Never… “Mr. Host”. Disgusting. “Our little town hasn’t been under the spotlight for so long! Ask around, make yourself at home and stay as long as you need!”

Oh, he would definitely not be staying long. But he doesn’t let this fact on. He just smiles, nods and thanks them for their hospitality. He is then escorted to the small, yet homey hotel nearby. It just has the homey feel; he doesn’t even need to see to know how it would probably look. A small space to the right with a few pieces of furniture, a stone fireplace snug in a wall as a fire crackled inside of it. To the left is the counter where visitors check in, which he stands in front of, and requests the best room they have. Which he is given. Though, the escort following him to his room, warning him of each step and the turns in the hall really isn’t necessary. He can navigate on his own.

Though, he will use this opportunity to speak to such a clingy, warning filled civilian.

“So, Ms. Asceria,” he began, nearly laughing because she’s followed him all the way upstairs. He’s sure a few of the other people who had gathered around him upon reaching this town had followed him inside as well; though they’re down in the entrance area, for some reason. He’s just glad they’re not crowding in the room he’s sure is small. “What is is like living in Villa’s Edge?”

Asceria hums as he asks this and he can hear her shifting on her feet, the fabric of her shirt brushing against her skin. “Well, I’d like to believe it's like living in any other town or city,” she replied and he can literally hear her shrugging. He takes a mental note of her nonchalance of the topic.

“Even though you live right on the border of the other kingdom?” the Host inquired, lowering himself onto the edge of the bed which sinks greatly beneath his weight. It must be made out of feathers it’s so soft. A second later and he can hear the suitcase he’d brought as luggage being set on the floor nearby. “Wouldn’t that make it feel��� foreboding?”

“Not really,” Asceria replies and she has to be shrugging again. He purses his lips at the answer, not having expected it. She shifts once more, her footsteps loud. “It’s just… normal, I guess? Ask anyone. We like to throw rocks at the border, actually. They just disappear. Anyway, I’ve got to go now. Find me if you need me.”

And then the Host is left to contemplate Asceria’s strange answer. They throw rocks at the border? And the rocks just disappear? He’ll have to take a “look” at the border after asking around a few more people….

For now, he is going to sleep. He doesn’t care if it’s still the middle of the day, he is completely drained of energy and ready for rest. He changes into more comfortable clothes as well as new bandages for the night and crawls into the feather filled bed, resting his head on the cotton pillow. The blankets on top of him are large, thick and warm(which is good because the Host had gotten cold as soon as he’d stepped foot into this strange town) and he curls up underneath, falling asleep quickly.

____

The Host is awoken to the warm smell of cooked foods and he pushes up from the bed, angling his head so he could better hear. He begins to narrate the things he does as he moves about in his small room, changing into day clothes and brushing his hair back. He presses two of his fingers against the front of the bandages currently wrapped around his eyes, frowning to find that they are already thick with blood. The flow must have been heavy the prior night. So, continuing to narrate, the Host changes into fresh bandages and follows the delicious smell of food down the stairs.

There’s a gasp and quick movements. “Oh, Mr. Host!” again with the “Mr”. What the hell? There are hurried footsteps towards him and the smell gets closer. His mouth waters a little at the smell of fresh food- especially it smelling this good. “I hadn’t known you’d be waking up so early! Did I wake you? Are you hungry? Do you need anything-”

He raises a hand, hardly able to keep up with this stream of questions. He knows this man to be Mason, the owner of this hotel. From what his narrations had told him, this man is nervous yet kind, and jumpy yet focused. The Host would say that he prefers men like Mason- there’s just not enough of them.

“Thank you, Mason, but I am quite well,” the Host interrupts the man’s tangent of questions, raising a hand to cut him off. If he were to let him continue, he would never stop. “I am currently not hungry and I will be out for the time being. Thank you, however.”

“Oh, um, right,” Mason stammered and the Host can hear him let out an exhale of breath. “What time do you believe you will be returning?”

“Perhaps around dinner,” the Host replied, pulling at the color of his favorite, gem studded jacket. One of the Jims had told him that the gems on it were ambers and that they went very well with his hair and complexion. “But please, do not wait up or prepare a meal for me. I could be wrong on the time. Until later.”

“R- right,” Mason stuttered as the Host exits the room, quickly walking from the smell of food.

While the Host could enjoy food and grow hungry from time to time, he much rathered to eat as little as possible. The food he normally eats will weigh him down and become a rock in his stomach on most days so he did not really like eating too much. So he ate the smallest amount possible… which is probably why is so thin and “frail” as the Jims say. But that does not bother him.

Once outside he is instantly hit in the face with a blast of fresh, country air. He draws in a deep breath through his nose, smiling at the wonderfully clear air. He stuffs his hands in the pockets of his coat, twiddling with the ring on his right hand as he begins his way through the town. He begins to quietly mutter to himself, narrating everything occurring around him so he could better get an understanding of the town and people. Turns out to his right is a row of shops and other small buildings and to his left is the beginnings of a strip of living areas like small apartments and the hotel he is currently staying in. And, not too far from where he walks now at the end of the road, is a small farm of sheep and goats. This town really is small.

He steps into one of the small shops, this one being for clothing and such, a small bell tingling above him as he opens the door. Wood creaks beneath him and he figures that the flooring will need to be changed out soon; it is hollow beneath the creaking floor and he can tell that the wood is growing old.

“Welcome, Sir Host!” called a cheerful voice and finally there is the proper title. He tilts his head slightly to listen to the light footsteps and can tell that this person is a short, young man around his twenties. “My name is Ethan! How strange it is for an outsider,” he laughs, “especially like yourself, here in Villa’s Edge!”

“Well, it is for business purposes,” the Host replied with a small smile, running the tips of his fingers along the fabric of a nearby shirt. So soft… He’s never found fabric this smooth and silky back in the city. Maybe he will have to buy some of the clothes from here. “What do you use to make your clothing? It’s so smooth.”

“We use both the wool of the sheep from the farm as well as the silk our little worm friends makes,” Ethan informed proudly and the Host is sure he has his hands on his hips with a large grin on his face. “You interested?”

“Yes, actually,” the Host answered and then shakes himself inwardly, trying to get himself back on track. He needs to focus on his job for now. He can go… shopping later. Man he loves shopping; not that he would ever tell anyone that, though. “Anyway, that can come later. For now, Ethan, may I ask you some questions?”

“Oh! I get to be interviewed?” Ethan asked and his excitement is clear in his young voice. Though, it does sound the slightest bit forced. He claps his hands together and then runs off, feet fading from earshot for a moment before returning to the room and the Host can smell a warm kind of drink. A warm cup is shoved into his hands and he looks up in question. “Oh, this is Jaded Tea, Villa’s Edge’s special tea brew! Have a taste!”

The Host slowly takes a cup and his taste buds are instantly flooded with warmth and sweetness and he quickly ends up taking large gulps. Such wonderful tea. He’ll need to get some packets to take home with him. “Now, Ethan,” he began after satisfying his taste buds for now. “How long have you lived in Villa’s Edge?”

“All my life, of course,” Ethan answered instantaneously. He hums in thought for a second. “I don’t think I’ve ever known anyone to have moved here.”

“No one?”

“Well…” Ethan trails off and clicks his tongue. There’s a sudden dark aura around him that the Host doesn’t quite like or understand. “Except for maybe Ms. Nelson. She moved here I think five years ago. But I don’t know anyone else.”

“Ah,” the Host said softly, muttering a quick narration to himself for a better view of the small shop. Rackets of shirts and pants surround them and hats sit on the top of dummy heads in various shapes and colors. “Has there ever been strange occurrences around town?”

“Well, yeah,” Ethan replied and he takes a sip of his tea. “But the ‘strange’ things for other people- based on Ms. Nelson’s reactions to them, anyway- are quite normal for us.”

“Like what?”

“Uuuuhhh,” Ethan hums once more and the sound of tapping reaches the Host’s ear. He must be tapping the side of his cup. “Well, as a pass time for kids, there’s this game you play where you throw rocks at the Bubble.”

“‘The Bubble’?”

“Yeah, it’s this area that looks like forest but whenever you throw a rock at it that rock disappears.”

“Where is the Bubble?” the Host asked, curious to “see” it for himself.

“It’s right past Ms. Nelson’s farm, actually,” Ethan informed with another click of his tongue. “I could show you, if you’d like.”

“No, thanks,” the Host said, not wanting to be a bother to the other man. Then he purses his lips and runs his fingers along the soft shirt beside him once more. “Though… you could help me shop, if that wouldn’t be a problem.”

The Host can literally feel the blast of brightness from Ethan as the young man grins and he’s sure if he could see he’d be blinded again. “Not at all, Host! Come, I’ll show you the best of my selection!”

The Host ends up walking from the clothes shop about an hour later, carrying a bag that Ethan had lended him filled with new, soft clothing he had just bought. Ethan had tried to give them to him for free but the Host is no stickler; he ended up weaning the price from the young shop owner and heading off on his way after paying.

_____

He quickly drops off the bag of clothes in his room, each colored shirt in a color coded pile so that he can know what each shirt is. Once they’re in his room, he continues on his way, keeping Ethan’s answers to his interview in his mind. He starts up another narration as he walks through the partly crowded street so that he will not bump into anyone passing near him.

He reaches the small goat and sheep farm at the end of the town, the smell of farm hitting his nose and he crinkles it. He doesn’t quite like the smell but he ignores it best he can, finding the small house area. He’s just reaching out to knock when someone rams into him and they both fall to the dusty ground, the charms on his neck slapping him in the face.

“I am so sorry!” a female voice exclaimed and a light weight from the other body quickly lifts from him and he can tell a hand is being reached down towards him. He takes it and brushes himself off, adjusting the charms on his necklace. He quickly narrates to get a good look at the woman who had just ran into him, finding her hair to be long and pink and her eyes a light brown. She actually looks kind of… beautiful. And even though the Host isn’t normally attracted to females- he much prefers men- this young lady seems to perfectly fit his tastes. “I did not see you there!”

“That’s.. That’s quite alright,” he said softly, almost at a loss for words because of the lady before him. He wonders for a moment if this could possibly be Ms. Nelson. “Though, it is probably my fault.

“Not at all,” the woman replied and her voice is suddenly tight, tense. “I should have been paying attention…” she trails off for a moment and he can feel her emotions shifting as she stares at him. “Anyway, you’re the Host, yeah?”

“That is me,” he answered and pulls the jacket closer to himself. “And you are?”

“Amy Nelson,” she replied and what is that emotion in her tone? He should be able to figure it out easily and yet here he is thrown for a loop. “Tell me what you’re doing at my farm, Host.”

“I came to interview you,” he said and she begins to move, pushing things around and setting other things up beside a near fence. “Someone told me that you are the only new resident here after a while. I am curious.”

“I see,” she said and stops in her movements to look at him once again and he can tell she’s crossed her arms over her chest. “Well, ask away, I suppose.”

“Thank you,” he said and follows her as she begins to walk towards a barn, hands in his pockets once more. “What made you want to move here to such a small town?”

“Because it is so small,” she replied. “Helps you get away from things you may not want to be near anymore.”

“Are you the one who started this farm?”

“Of course not. The previous owner gave it to me.”

“What were your first thoughts of this town?”

“Cute, small, strange.”

“Strange in what way?”

There’s a thud as Amy closes the door to a closet in the barn. A nearby goat bawks behind a gate and she pours some oats into a bowl before the animal. “Just… strange,” she answered after a moment’s hesitation, sounding unsure. “It’s just always had a strange atmosphere around it, even if everyone is nice, I suppose.” She scratches the goat behind its ear and moves to the next stall. The Host narrates quickly and finds the goats in the pins are pregnant. “And there is the Bubble.”

“This is the second time I’ve heard of this ‘Bubble’,” the Host points out, and then remembers Asceria telling of the disappearing rocks just like Ethan. “What exactly is it?”

Amy fills another bowl in the fourth pin and straightens, brushing a strand of hair from her face as she considers the question. “Well… how to explain it?” she asks herself and the Host let’s her voice fill his ears. He quite likes the sound of her voice. “It’s kind of like… an almost invisible wall, maybe? It’s hard to explain unless you see it for yourself-” she cuts herself off as she realizes her mistake. “Oh my god, I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine, you’re not the first person to make the mistake,” the Host reassures, clearing his throat as he unconsciously places a hand on top of his bandages. He’ll need to change them soon, he can already feel a spot of gathered blood in the center. “Now, has anyone ever tried to go through the Bubble?”

“God no,” Amy answered quickly and she turns to one of the goats, grabbing a brush and stepping into the pin. She begins to brush its fur and the goat chirups happily. “The Bubble is right on the spot where the border is. No one would ever cross it unless they want to go into enemy territory. I’ve always heard stories of people crossing it and disappearing forever.”

The Host hums softly and leans on a nearby wall, listening to the quiet bleating of the goats. “Have you ever seen anything happening beyond the Bubble?”

“Nope,” Amy replied, popping her p. “Nothing ever happens in the Bubble. We don’t even see the rocks we throw into it.”

“I see…” he pushes from the wall, having gained enough information. “Thank you for your time, Ms. Nelson. I shall be out of your hair now.” He really doesn’t want to leave yet, even if it does smell terribly. He likes Amy’s presence and he seems to be nearly drawn to it. He narrates her clothing now, finding her to be in a flannel shirt and jeans; very house comfort indeed. Her crystal, a pink hue, is on a rope bracelet around her right hand and her hair is currently pulled back in a ponytail. She looks beautiful even if she is in the working mode.

“Of course,” Amy said, tossing the brush aside and stepping over the pin to shake hands with the Host, much like a man would. Not that he’s judging. It’s just that normally women and men do not shake hands with one another for things such as this; strange, but it’s how it is. “If you want, you can visit again before you leave and I’ll give you a discount on the goat’s milk,” she laughs as the Host’s face scrunches up, “hey, don’t knock it till ya try it. See ya, Sir Host.”

He heads off feeling warm from their conversation. Perhaps he will try the milk.

_____

After asking around some, the Host is pointed in the direction of the Bubble. It’s actually not that far off from Amy’s farm and he reaches it quickly, nearly walking directly through it until his face is pressed with the magic surging through it. He stops directly in front of it and angles his head backwards, letting the hum of the magic’s power surge through him. He hadn’t felt this much magic since he was last around Dark and Wilford. Sure he visits Dr. Iplier frequently and his workshop is filled with magic, but this is far more superior to that.

He opens his mouth and quietly narrates, almost afraid to speak with this much power around him. He’s surprised to still see past what the townspeople call the Bubble, finding a large wall lined with guards. This “bubble” must be a forcefield created to hide this are from any other person’s sight. Though, of course, it cannot hide it from-

There’s the loud bang of a gun firing and the Host barely steps out of its way in time. He speaks louder, trying to find who had just died at him. He turns and pauses as he finds out who it is and that there is no other person nearby for miles.

“That’s close enough, Mr. Host,” Asceria called, small pistol held up at her eye length. If the Host still had eyes he would be glaring right now, so instead the blood drips faster from his sockets, further staining the bandages as his fast moving lips turn downwards. “We don’t want you crossing the border, now do we?”

The Host straightens, raising his head high as he continues speaking loudly. He should kill her. Just not yet. “‘You’re going to kill me?’ the Host asked, curious of her intentions,” the Host narrates, tilting his head to listen for her answer. She chuckles, the sound strained.

“Now that’s creepy,” Asceria said. “You narrating everything. But yes, I am. You’re too… nosy.”

The Host clears his throat abruptly to cut off his narration. He keeps an eye on her finger resting on the trigger, however. Just in case. “You are with the other kingdom?”

“Of course,” Asceria answered and she laughs more loudly now. “Isn’t that obvious by now? Anyway, enough talking. I need to kill you now.”

And just as her finger begins to add pressure, the Host quickly speaks, “Asceria’s body suddenly freezes and she finds herself unable to move, much less fire her gun. She’s forced to her knees and she loses her grip on the pistol which falls on the ground behind her. She grows confused and fearful as she looks up to the Host, eyes wide.”

“What the hell…?” She whispered, voice tight as the Host steps closer.

“‘I am sorry, Ms. Asceria, but you are the one to die,’ the Host informed as he raises a hand and twists it, Asceria’s neck snapping,” he finishes and Asceria’s body drops to the ground, lifeless. He clears his throat and lowers his head, bending down to grab the pistol. The metal is rough and cool and he stuffs it in a pocket.

He turns his face back towards the Bubble and crosses his arms over his chest in consideration. He will need to tell Dark of this occurrence.

After he has another cup of Jaded Tea, anyway.

___

Alright alright tell me what you think, how I did writing the characters and story, and if you want more! Man I am kinda nervous posting this haha. Hope ya’ll enjoyed!

(I also tried to get the attitudes and clothings of people as accurate to the sort of time era I was given while also mixing it with another world kind of customs. Hope I did well with that! And one more thing, the Amy and Ethan in this are just little Easter eggs lol ;)