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thebooknearme · 2 years ago

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Heathen: The Complete Series Omnibus Edition

About The Book:

Title: HEATHEN: The Complete Series Omnibus Edition

Author: Natasha Alterici & Ashley A. Woods (Illustrations)

Pub. Date: May 17, 2022

Publisher: Vault Comics

Formats: Paperback, eBook

Pages: 336

Find it: Goodreads, https://books2read.com/Heathen-The-Complete-Series

WOMAN. WARRIOR. VIKING. HEATHEN. OUTCAST. THE GODS MUST PAY… Born into a time of warfare, suffering, and subjugation of women, and exiled from her village for kissing another woman, the lesbian Viking warrior, Aydis, sets out to destroy the god-king Odin and end his oppressive reign. She is a friend to many as she is joined by mermaids, immortals, Valkyries, and the talking horse, Saga. But she is also a fearsome enemy to the demons and fantastic monsters that populate the land. Heathen – The Complete Series Omnibus Edition trade paperback collects the entire twelve-issue series. Soon to be movie directed by Catherine Hardwicke (Twilight, Red Riding Hood, & Lords of Dogtown) Perfect for fans of Monstress, Helheim, and Northlanders.

Reviews:

“These declarations of self from women and queer characters fit so elegantly into the mythology Alterici uses to weave her tale, it reminds us that these narratives belonged there all along.”- The Mary Sue

“I want epics with female leads, and fortunately HEATHEN fulfills that desire in a big way, while also adding its own unique touch with themes that are as contemporary as they are timeless.”- Women Write About Comics

“One look at the cover and I knew this book was right up my alley. If you are into Norse mythology and aching for a lesbian angle, then this book is for you. If you want a love story that is more than a romance, a heroine that is truly honourable and fierce, then I urge you to pick this … up.”- The Lesbian Review

“Natasha Alterici's Heathen, has single-handedly redeemed the disaster that pop culture has been making of Norse mythology. It’s a smart, funny, feminist, queer and sex-positive take on the Viking world; one with a wide cast of diverse and endearing characters. Heathen is a must-read for comics (and mythology) lovers of all sorts and those in quest of superb queer and feminist comics in particular. RATING: 10/10”- Pop Matter

About Natasha Alterici:

Natasha Alterici is a writer and artist living in Tulsa, OK who has been working as a freelance artist for over ten years. Works include Heathen (Vault Comics), Dinosaur Project, Gotham Academy: Yearbook, Grayson Annual, The Lez Film Review, Mixed Signals, Lovers and Other Strangers, Transcience, and a number of others. When not drawing, she enjoys watching cooking shows with her wife and their two cats, Cheshire and Louise.

Website | Twitter | Instagram | Goodreads | Amazon

About Ashley A. Woods:

Ashley A. Woods is a comic book artist, writer, & creator from Chicago known for her work on the "Niobe", "Ladycastle" and "Tomb Raider" series. She got her start through self-publishing her action-fantasy comic series “Millennia War” which led to her career in comics and TV. After earning her degree in Film and Animation from IADT, she traveled to Kyoto, Japan where she presented her work in a gallery showcase called, “Out Of Sequence”. Recognized for her female illustrations and designs, her most prominent work is "Niobe: She is Life" with Stranger Comics. Her latest work can be seen on HBO's "Lovecraft Country", DC’s “Wonder Woman Black & Gold 2” and "Jupiter Invincible" with Pulitzer Prize winning author Yusef Komunyakaa which premiered at the Tribeca Film Festival June 2021.

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What was your inspiration for writing your graphic novel?

Heathen began with a simple Ren Faire costume design, I wanted to go as a barbarian, and the outfit I came up with wasn't far off from what Aydis wears in the book. After that I found myself drawing it again and again, and realized it was developing into a character. So the next steps were obvious; give her a horse and then write her a story.

List your favorite graphic novels or comics from when you were a child and talk about how you see them as an adult.

I never got the chance to read any comics as a kid. I was too busy obsessing over a different Eyewitness book every month and then later Mary Higgins Clark mysteries and Lurlene McDaniel romance books. I got into comics in college after my English Comp teacher assigned Maus, and from there I sought out the classics like V for Vendetta, Persepolis, and some Sandman. I've always been a seasonal kind of reader, sometimes I'm devouring everything I can, other times I almost forget books exist. Just how I'm wired I suppose.

List your favorite graphic novels this year and why you like them.

I've honestly only read one so far this year, but it was a great one! Laura Dean Keeps Breaking Up With Me by Mariko Tamaki and Rosemary Valero-O'Connell. It's so refreshing to read about queer characters who are neither role models nor tragedies (both are perfectly valid, just oversaturated). They're just normal kids with normal relationship problems that they have to learn to navigate. I really enjoy down-to-earth stories like that.

Talk about your favorite kind of character to write about

I love messy flawed characters, the kind who want to be better but aren't quite sure how to go about it. I also love writing flirty characters, they're hands down the most fun to write. And if a flirt happens to be messy and flawed themself, well that's the perfect combination.

Talk about your least favorite kind of character to write about

This is a difficult one, because if I were to describe the kind of character I don't like I'd inevitably be describing the kind of people I don't like and I try to find the likable part of anyone I'm writing. Otherwise it's hard to empathize with them, and empathy is the most important part. I guess I'd say I find it hard to write about people who find joy in being cruel.

Describe your ideal writing space.

Comfy chair with a foot rest, view of the forest or a field, music playing, unlimited access to some kind of sweet treat like peach rings or twizzlers, and plants to fuss over while I run through scenes and dialog in my head.

Describe your ideal home library.

I'd love to have floor to ceiling shelves, with one of those rolling ladders. Everything is organized by Library of Congress call number system (I worked as a university librarian for a while), and it's dust and mold free somehow. And there's a big pile of cushions and pillows to lay in to read.

What are some of your favorite video games?

I'm really into Ark: Survival Evolved right now, I enjoy finding and taming all my favorite dinosaurs and building things. I also play Phasmophobia, Minecraft, Katamari, House Flipper, and I like colony sim games like Oxygen Not Included and Banished.

#rockstarbooktours #thevaultcomics #vaultcomics #graphicnovels #comicbooks #paranormal #scifi #horror #chillingholidays #blogtour #bookstagram #booktok #hivesocial #booktube

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alleycatallies · 11 months ago

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Top 10 Winter Weather Tips for Community Cats

It’s getting cold out there! As temperatures drop, it’s important to know: Cats have always lived outdoors and thrived in all varieties of locations, weather conditions, and climates. They are well adapted to their environments and know where to find food and shelter from the elements.

However, there are many ways you can provide some extra support. Following best practices to care for community cats can go a long way toward ensuring their comfort and safety outdoors in the coldest months.

DO NOT bring cats or kittens to animal shelters.

Many shelters lack humane, nonlethal policies and programs. Bringing cats and kittens to shelters where they could be killed is not in their best interest—even when the weather is cold.

Unless there is illness or injury–in which case, consult a veterinarian–allowing cats to remain outdoors is the best way to protect them. There are multiple steps you can take to keep cats warm and safe in their outdoor homes where they belong.

Alley Cat Allies is here to provide lifesaving information! These are our Top 10 Winter Weather Tips for Cats:

Provide outdoor shelters for community cats Whether you want to build or buy (building cat shelters is a great family or community activity!), we have shelter ideas, blueprints, and suggestions to get you started.

Insulate outdoor cat shelters with STRAW, not HAY Straw repels moisture while hay does not, and cats can burrow into the straw to stay dry and warm. Be sure to keep adding straw throughout the season.

Use the right bowl A heated bowl will prevent cats’ water and wet food from freezing. You can also utilize ceramic or plastic bowls that are deep rather than wide and place them in a sunny spot.

Build a feeding station A feeding station that keeps bowls insulated and off the ground will also go a long way. We have some feeding station options you can consider.

Provide fresh food and water Continue to change out food and water rather than letting leftovers freeze. Another tip: Increase your typical meal portions for cats during the winter. The extra food will help give cats the energy they need to stay warm. Canned or wet food takes the least amount of energy to digest, meaning more energy can be spent staying warm.

Prepare cats’ outdoor homes for snowstorms In the event a major weather event like snow accumulation is in the forecast, give cats extra food and water in case you can’t get to the cats for a couple days. Clear snow from the entrances of cats’ shelters after storms so they don’t get snowed in.

Don’t use salt or chemical melting products or antifreeze These products can be lethal when licked off paws or ingested from melting puddles. Antifreeze in particular can be attractive to cats and is extremely toxic.

Always check under the hood of your car for cats Sometimes, cats will nap under cars or even crawl into them to curl up near a warm engine. Before you turn on your car, look under your it to make sure the coast is clear, and then pop the hood to make sure a cat isn’t resting there.

Do TNR only if conditions are not dangerous If it’s too cold outside for you, then it’s probably too cold for cats to be in traps, exposed to the elements, for extended periods of time.

TNR in the winter is fine—just watch traps at all times Do not walk away and come back to check traps when doing TNR in winter. Keep an eye on traps at all times so you can move the cats into a temperature-controlled vehicle or building immediately after the trap door closes.

Learn more Cold Weather Tips for Cats.

Learn how to safely practice TNR in Winter.

Content source: https://www.alleycat.org/top-10-winter-weather-tips-for-community-cats/

#Community Cats #Caring For Community Cats #Community Cat Programs #Outdoor cat protection #Cold weather cat feeding #Winterizing cat colonies #Community cat winter essentials

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mspaintbladie · 10 months ago

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Ohh alright let me think!

First 5* Character: Bailu!! Emotional *and* life support dragon, might not cleanse debuffs like Luocha and Natasha or give damage buffs like HuoHuo but her revive passive is quite literally a life saver in MoC and Simulated Universe DLC runs

Favorite 5* Character (Story/General Characterization): I am (clearly) guilty of Blade bias, but a close 2nd would be Silver Wolf,,, which is also bias because I love Bronie from Honkai Impact 3rd. The illusion of choice, indeed...

Favorite 5* Character (Combat/Play Style): I would say Blade again. Straightforward gameplay and huge self sustain kit. In terms of support units and lightcone options he *does* kinda want premium stuff though

Favorite 4* Character (Story/General Characterization): Qingque! I happen to relate to her a lot,, except I don't have enough brain power to get away with slacking off, but I also really liked her in the A Foxian Tale of the Haunted event quests

Favorite 4* Character (Combat/Play Style): I don't play many 4 stars oh no, but I do have my fun bullying Svarog using (wind) Dan Heng, and Propagation Path+Qingque is basically braindead mode in Simulated Universe (rng is still required in Swarm d5 and Gold and Gears d5/Conundrum though) Honorable mentions are Guinaifen/Sampo during the 2nd Belobog boxing event, the DoT shred was very fun to play

Existing character you haven't pulled yet but want: Jing Yuan!! I did a 10 pull on his first banner and got Bronya, but back then I was giving priority for Silver Wolf, so I'm Jing Yuan-less right now,, I swear I did not expect him to become a huge comfort character to me but here I am. Every day I become closer to kidnapping him from his office and clinging onto him like a feral cat

Favorite 1.0 Zone (Location) - Herta Space Station, Belobog, or Xianzhou Luofu: The Luofu, because even without the added maps from later updates it kept me occupied grinding the chests with the puzzles. I wonder if we'll get more Hexanexus puzzles in the future, I really liked that one

Favorite 1.0 Zone (Story): Belobog's story has better writing imho, but I'll have to pick the Luofu again because there's *so* many lore snippets,, of course I think we'll slowly get to see more while also traveling to other Xianzhou ships but the Luofu has a lot of crumbs

Favorite Character-Specific Quest: Yukong's, I found it very touching, and I also... kind of saw myself in Qingni? I don't really know how to explain it but this quest really hit close for personal reasons

Character who doesn't have a quest yet, but should: Coin toss between Jing Yuan and Seele, I don't think we've seen much from Jing Yuan's perspective and we don't know much about Seele either. Snippets of them are from other characters' quests but I would like to see more of them directly Bronya didn't have a companion quest either but I feel like 1.4's Trailblaze quest in Belobog sort of serves as Bronya and Topaz's quest

Favorite Event: Aurum Alley's Hustle and Bustle, it introduced funny gimmicks and generally speaking Aurum Alley and its ost is probably my favorite part of the Luofu (I go there to stock up my stash of snacks every once in a while)

Favorite path to choose in Simulated Universe: When I use Qingque, Propagation because it's basically braindead gameplay and I hate going through Simulated Universe just to grind planars When no Qingque, Erudition because the buffs are just too good. All type res shred on ult, general AoE buffs, free revive and if you can't get the other 3 star blessings you can get Auspicious Star from the Hunt path and get a copium ult recharge to keep nuking things anyway

Favorite boss fight (design, combat, story relevance, whatever strikes you most): I'd say Phantylia, the whole Pedujara ost is a banger (though my favorite one is Demiseless Existance) and overall I feel she's a balanced boss. She has some niche gimmicks but I don't find her too challenging (except when I fought her with underleveled units and died lmao), plus since she's a heliobi and a Lord Ravager we'll definitely see her again in the story, likely from both Xianzhou lore and main story since we're basically being set up against Nanook and the Antimatter Legion

Favorite Aeon: IX or Aha. They're such a mood, though Mythus comes close in that regard because the Enigmata basically spreads misinformation *that hard* I'm a Nihility kind of guy but I do find Aha's factions (the Masked Fools and the Mourning Actors) more intriguing

Favorite non-playable NPC: As in,, NPCs that are modeled and appeared in the game already or those that are mentioned in the lore too? And human characters or any NPC? I guess I'll say them all then For human characters. Giovanni di Giorgio da Epsilon because Elation lore For non-human characters,, Findie, Peppy and Puffball (Aether Spirit Trotter). They're scrunkly, I love them For mentioned characters,,, I'm in need of Baiheng crumbs I'm always starving basically, I'm normal about her (lie)

Favorite non-romantic relationship (friends, enemies, complicated, whatever): Astral Express/Stellaron Hunters as found family trope is very special to me The friend group we got in A Foxian Tale of the Haunted also deserves a honorable mention!! They're goofy aaa but also very chill, 10/10 would hang out with them. And get blown up by Guinaifen's firecrackers but it's worth it

Favorite ship (if any - canon is irrelevant here, btw, this is all vibes): It's very tough being chill with most ships in this economy but if I have to pick favorites it's going to be Jingren and Xingyue

Plot thread you're most looking forward to seeing in the future: Xianzhou lore!! And whatever happened with Void Archives

Bonus question: any other (generally positive) thought, theory, or headcanon that you've been dying to talk about, but haven't had the excuse to mention before: Blade and Bailu are so siblings to me even though they never interacted onscreen, if we don't get to see Yingxing and Baiheng being siblings in flashbacks etc. I'll make them siblings in this life too anyway. They just swapped roles and majorly lack normal human interactions but screw that they're still however unlikely siblings I am dying on this hill

Honkai Star Rail questions

I spent all night last night catching up on events in Honkai Star Rail, and somehow I ended up thinking about whether I'd seen any posts like this one. I couldn't remember any, so I decided to make my own. Hopefully it will be fun for someone as we now test out our free Dr. Ratios and wait for 2.0 to arrive!

This is not a tagging sort of meme - if you play HSR and are in the mood, answer these! Feel free to explain or not explain as you see fit. Bonus points for including screenshots/pictures/art/whatever - not required, but no one ever argued with some pretty.

Note that I'm keeping this one positive, because my mood is "yay this is a fun game I'm happy it's here" and that's the general vibe I want to put out into the world!

Stelle or Caelus? (i.e., which default do you use, regardless of what you named them?):

First 5* Character:

Favorite 5* Character (Story/General Characterization):

Favorite 5* Character (Combat/Play Style):

Favorite 4* Character (Story/General Characterization):

Favorite 4* Character (Combat/Play Style):

Existing character you haven't pulled yet but want:

Favorite 1.0 Zone (Location) - Herta Space Station, Belobog, or Xianzhou Luofu:

Favorite 1.0 Zone (Story):

Favorite Character-Specific Quest:

Character who doesn't have a quest yet, but should:

Favorite Event:

Favorite path to choose in Simulated Universe:

Favorite boss fight (design, combat, story relevance, whatever strikes you most):

Favorite Aeon:

Favorite non-playable NPC:

Favorite non-romantic relationship (friends, enemies, complicated, whatever):

Favorite ship (if any - canon is irrelevant here, btw, this is all vibes):

Plot thread you're most looking forward to seeing in the future:

Bonus question: any other (generally positive) thought, theory, or headcanon that you've been dying to talk about, but haven't had the excuse to mention before:

#not doodle #reblog #mochi answers #i'm not replying to an ask but i'm still replying to an ask post so #it kinda counts?#i don't know how to tag this otherwise

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chiral-edges · 5 years ago

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LEARN SOCIAL DISTANCING DUDE.

#persona 5 royal #they added more CATS TO THE ALLEY 10/10 #I'm like 15 minutes in #p5 was my favorite so i'm very happy

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bump1nthen1ght · 3 years ago

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Late Night Favor (Shadow Monster x Reader)

Genre: Fluff, Urban Fantasy

Warnings: Explicit content up ahead (18+ ONLY), Oral, Fingering

Word Count: 4000 Words

Summary: A couple of small good deeds leaves you with a late night visitor, looking to repay a debt.

Request: "You unknowingly rescue a shadow monster and bring it home with you, after a couple days of lurking in the shadows of your home and recuperating it shows you just how thankful it is." I had this idea forever ago but was never able to execute it. My opening idea was that a few kids are shining flashlights at something, tormenting it, and you swoop in to save it and chase the kids away. You thought they were hurting a cat or something, but find nothing and head home.

What do you think? Would you like to take it on? I'd be honored if you would 😊

A/N: *Throws this into the street to appease for the fact I haven’t updated Out of the Woods in THREE MONTHS IM SORRY*

It was the perfect weather for a lazy day inside. The pitter patter of the rain on your window had almost lulled you back to sleep during breakfast, and the thunder had provided great ambiance for reading. You hadn’t bothered changing out of your pajamas and we’re enjoying a soap opera binge on the coach when the peace was disturbed.

At first it was just the sound of clattering trash cans, not uncommon from the alley outside your window. But then it was followed by the raucous laughter of teenagers, rocks being thrown against the concrete, and a sharp hissing.

You hoist yourself up and off the couch, meandering toward the balcony, expecting to see a bunch of kids fucking around; Maybe using the cover of the fire escape to hide from the rain and smoke some weed.

Ah, memories.

But instead, you see a huddled group of boys pointing a flashlight into the pile of garbage right by the dumpster. One of them picks up a pebble and throws it into the light beam, causing another hiss and a jerk of movement. The boys laugh even louder, the one on the right nudging the one with the flashlight.

“Dude, do it again!”

Flashlight agrees, quickly moving the light into another corner as the one on the left throws a rock in the opposite direction. A shape of pitch black hisses again, deterred by the rock and scared by the brightness. Your brow furrows.

“Hey!”

The boys jump, looking in all directions.

“What are you three doing down there?” They finally look up at you, messy-haired and bleary-eyed. They shrug and ignore you, one even throwing another rock, bigger than before. There’s a sad yelp as it collides with the blackness.

You grit your teeth, grabbing your jacket off a nearby shelf and yell again.

“Fuck off! Leave the poor thing alone!”

They all laugh insufferably, the way most stuck up teenagers do.

“Or what?”

You shrug on your raincoat, picking up the baseball bat you keep strategically placed by your couch.

“Or I’ll come down and make you, jackass!”

You kick open your fire escape, slippers already damp, and start marching down the staircases. The boys get the message and run away, still jeering and laughing. Seems you weren’t as intimidating as you’d like.

You shuffle down the fire escape, slowing down as you approach the poor creature. You lower your back and peak under the dumpster.

“It's okay, little guy, I won’t hurt ya.” You set down your bat and crouch, kissing your lips as you hold out your free hand. All you see is a hint of glowing eyes, nervously peering out, before the dark shape disappears completely, hidden by the shadow of the dumpster. You’re tempted to sit down and wait for it, hoping to check if the poor stray was injured, but the wet concrete looks unappealing. The bottom of your sweats are already drenched.

You stand up, sigh, and go back up the fire escape. You unlatch the dusty pet door on your sliding glass balcony and make sure to leave a hot thing of milk and some water just outside. You ponder going out to get cat food, but the well-timed weather report tells you to stay off the streets. Slumping back down on the couch, you keep on eye on your fire escape, hoping that whatever it was, it’s okay.

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The next day is sunny, the rain clearing away any air pollution and leaving blue skies to shine down through your window, waking you up extra early. As you sit down with a cup of coffee, switching on the news before starting work, you notice the empty bowls on your balcony.

You set down the mug, walking over to the door and checking the bowls. Seems that little stray had needed the refreshment, as both were licked clean.

You refill them, making sure to add cat food to your grocery list.

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After a long day of work, you’re feeling particularly domestic and decide to bake some cookies. Your brain is sore after staring at a screen for eight hours straight, a simple task like this is the perfect thing to keep it from melting completely.

You open up your window, letting the cool night air into your kitchen as you check on your baking cookies. Wiping flour off your pants, you turn on the radio and throw a glance to your living room.

You had set up a tiny blanket pallet right next to your pet door, the weatherman’s warning of another thunderstorm tonight having you worried for your stray. Hopefully a full belly of milk will convince them that your house is safe enough to find shelter in.

But the afternoon is beautiful, not too cold and not too hot, only the slight tang of metal in the air hinting to rain. With a ding from the oven, you take out the cookies and set them on a cooling tray on your window. The smell of cinnamon and sugar wafts over you as you take a sip of your tea, staring out into the city streets. Small puddles still speckle the pavement, catching the headlights of nearby cars and flashy billboards.

A quick sound, something hitting your balcony door, that jerks you out of your reverie. You set down your mug and slowly peek out from your kitchen, wondering if you should’ve grabbed a kitchen knife. But it’s just your pet door, flapping back and forth in front of two, now empty, bowls. Aww, seems your stray took a step inside. Too bad you missed it.

The gurgle of your stomach convinces you to take a crack at the cookies. If they were too hot, you could just wash them down with a nice glass of milk anyway. Maybe even put on a sitcom while you snack.

You lightly tap the top cookie; Warm, but not unbearable. Steam rises as you break it open, blowing in the middle and taking a tiny bite.

Fuck, good job _____.

They’re perfectly done, just soft enough to melt in your mouth. You grab two more, holding them in between your fingers as you hold the other half in your mouth. Maybe you could bring the batch into work tomorrow, give your coworkers a nice surprise. That is if you didn't have 10 tonight. But 20 should be just enough-

Huh, that’s weird. There's only 19, including the one still dangling out of your mouth.

You could’ve sworn you baked 20.

Well whatever. Your coworkers can handle not coming back for seconds tomorrow.

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“Ow! Fuck!”

You bite your lip, trying not to yell out more curse words as you rub your stubbed toe. You limp to your kitchen, fumbling for the light switch to avoid another incident. All you had wanted was a midnight sweet snack, was that so difficult? You’d thought you could navigate your apartment pretty easily in the dark, but the pain in your foot says otherwise.

The light flickers as you finally find the switch, reminding you that you’re going to need to change the bulb sometime soon. But that's a problem for another day; Right now, it’s cookie time.

You don’t bother pouring yourself a glass or getting a plate, devouring the treat in three bites and throwing back a quick swig of milk. It’s almost midnight, not like anyone’s watching-

Oh, wait.

You slowly close the fridge door, trying to make as little noise as possible so as not to wake the little stray curled up, asleep. The little ball of black was snuggled into the pallet, tossing and turning. A flash of lightning cracks outside your apartment, washing your living room with light. The ball jerks in shock, the thunder afterwards only frightening it more, forcing it to curl up even tighter.

You take small and light steps towards the tiny bed, not wanting to approach the scared beast too quickly. The room is lit up again by another lightning strike and the little stray forces it’s body backwards and away from the window. You crouch down real low, the small bits of light helping your eyes adjust to the layout.

“How are you doing, little guy?” You whisper, mostly to yourself, tapping your fingers against your carpet. Part of you wants to pet it, but think it might be better not to. No need to startle it. “Is the lightning scary? You can come to my room if you want, I’ll protect ya.”

Midst the black, you see two little eyes, little blips of light that open with another flash of lightning. But they aren’t yellow, nor are they slitted, nor are they anything remotely animal.

They're like the headlights of a car, blinding white with no definition at all. Not even pupils. You're startled, eye’s widening as the creature lifts it’s head. A long smile runs across their face, full of razor sharp teeth.

“Oh my, that sounds delightful.” They purr, and you find yourself losing your footing and falling back on your ass. Your fingers dig into the carpet as their body slowly begins to unfurl out of a ball and stretch into a massive form, as if their whole size had been hidden away somewhere else; Like it had been literally in the shadows.

You scramble backwards, breath picking up as the creature stretches it’s long limbs, colorless eyes still locked onto you as it stands up and up. It rolls back its shoulders as it sits on its haunches, its form still towering over you even when crouched. You notice the shades of huge antlers sticking out from the side of their head, only adding to their intimidating height.

The creature still has that terrifying smile, all canines and no molars, it’s unblinking eyes still staring deep into your soul.

You’ve heard people do weird things in times of high stress, of strong emotions, good and bad. Like the wires in your brains get crossed when trying to find the right response.

“Uh, do you want a cookie?”

You think you get that now.

The creature chuckles, a soft timbre that echoes unnaturally.

“No, dearie, I have already indulged in your confections. You see,” They creature leans forward, falling to its knees to crawl towards you. If it weren’t for the overwhelming fear constricting your heart, you’d almost think it was seductive, “You’ve done so much for me these past days, I think it’d be only fair if I helped you indulge in a far-” The creature’s face looms over yours, their arms caging your sides as they lick their lips, “-sweeter treat, yes?”

Your eyes search their face, trying to find signs of trickery or malice, maybe even some demonic sense of humor.

As if I’d even know what that looks like.

“Are you-” You catch a breath, now noticing the fine musculature of their shoulders, and the definition of their arms, “Are you propositioning me, like, for sex?”

The creature laughs again, their eyes crinkling up as they throw their head back. But when they look back down at you, you can almost feel the lust radiating off their gaze, details be damned.

“Yes, lovely, I am.”

You take your eyes off their face, a little too overwhelmed to stare directly into their blistering expression. Not to mention the blinding light which has begun to put red spots into your vision.

Instead, your eyes fall upon their thick thighs, the small tail waving behind them, and how unnervingly sexy you find the way their claws are digging up your rug.

You slowly move your head, catching the creature’s eyes.

“I-uh-I guess? Yeah, yeah I guess that sounds good. Um, what was your name?”

The creature smirks, a single claw tipped finger tilting up your chin, as they whisper,

“Nocter.”

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Well, this is definitely the weirdest way I’ve gotten someone into bed.

Nocter’s antlers brush against your stucco-ceiling as it pushes you down on the bed, their shining white eyes staring deep into yours. Their lack of pupils is almost unsettling, but when they run their claws down your chest and pinch your nipples, you find it hard to care. You bite your lip, fighting back an embarrassing whimper as they trace one finger around the bud, pebbling the skin.

“Aww, has it been a while, sweetling?” You roll your eyes, but let out another squeak as they flick their thumb across your other nipple, the palm of their hand pressing against your ribcage.

“M-maybe.” You mutter, digging your finger into your bed sheets as their hands dance across your skin. One pulls up the bottom of your pajama shirt as it nudges one of their legs in between your thighs, pushing their knee up against your crotch.

“Don’t worry,” They push the fabric up to your neck, laying a kiss on the center of your stomach, then your chest, and then your jugular. When they plant one on your jaw, they lean in real close, “I’ll make sure to treat you right.”

Nocter’s long tongue splays against your jaw, licking a stripe up your cheek as one of their hands moves from your chest to the waistband of your shorts. They slip a couple fingers underneath, lightly petting the area right above your crotch. They’re such a tease, and you love it.

Nocter pecks the side of your face, over and over, while their hand moves further and further down your body at an agonizing pace. Their hot breath sends goosebumps down your neck, washing over your face as they exhale with every kiss. You catch them off guard when you turn your head toward them, catching their lips-mid peck and eagerly sticking your tongue outward. They purr with delight, their thin almost-lips quickly devouring you.

A long string of saliva connects the two of you as you detach, taking the time to shimmy out of your shirt. You pull them closer, your hands digging into their shoulder muscles and fingers just brushing over the long ridges on their back. They chuckle once again, pulling their fingers out your shorts and merely digging their palm into the fabric of your crotch.

“Eager, huh?”

“Shut up,” You mumble in between kisses, “This is for me, isn’t it?”

“Ohoho,” kiss, “Someone’s showing their feisty side a little early.” kiss, “What happened to my benevolent, saintly saviour?” kiss.

You pull away from their lips, quickly latching onto the crux of their neck and taking a nip. “S’not fair.” You say, taking a deep whiff of their skin as you suck and bite. They smell like brimstone and a bonfire, not quite what you 're expecting, but not unpleasant. “You can’t tease me like that and not-” Your cut off as the pad of one Nocters fingers presses up against your entrance, the fabric only amplifying the sensation as they begin to tease it.

“Deliver?” Nocter finishes, sinfully smug. You throw them a glare. “I’m a good guest, scout’s honor.”

You roll your eyes right before they lock you into another kiss, rubbing the pads of their fingers up and down your crotch. They use their hand to push you backwards, sinking deeper into the mattress as they situate their knees under your thighs. One they pull back from the kiss, your face and lips thoroughly debauched, your legs are splayed up on their pelvis and they easily slip off your bottoms. Nocter takes a whiff of your underwear, the crotch now slightly damp, giving you a wink before they throw it over their shoulder.

You jerk your hips slightly upward, and Nocter tuts.

“Patience, sweetling.” They roll a hand down your abdomen, fingers splaying onto your stomach, nails just teasing the skin. With a kiss to your inside calf, Nocters hand ghosts across your entrance. You can’t help biting your lip, the heat and their touch sending your mind into a frenzy.

They continue a path of kisses down your leg, now pressing their finger right up against your hole. They only pause to suck on their index and middle fingers, coating them with a heavy and blue-tinted saliva. Once they’ve reached the middle of your thigh, nipping at the apex, they sink into you.

Nocter’s fingers are long, articulated and move with sure movements. They start off slow, scissoring you open, simpering as you dig your nails into your bed sheets. The pads of their fingers push against your walls, just grazing sensitive spots as they make a slow ‘come hither’ motion. Your hips jerk forward, humping into their palm. They smirk against your skin, nipping another love bite as they retract their fingers until only the tip remains. You catch your breath, holding it until they sink back into you, shoving their fingers forward with far more force.

You whimper as their fingers pull back, only to follow with quicker thrusts. Nocter’s aim is pin-point in finding the most pleasurable spots inside you, the feeling only amplified by the pinpricks of their teeth into the fat of your thigh. The tip of their tongue licks hot trails of spit tantalizingly close to your hole, which clenches around their bony fingers. The slick sound of your juices, the skin of their palm slapping against yours, is downright pornographic.

Your legs try to clamp around their shoulders, the overwhelming stimuli triggering an instant reaction, but Nocter pins your right leg down to your bed easily, never losing focus on fingering you. The tips of their claws trace the inside of your leg, the hard edge of their wrist digging into fat. Your fingers reach to grip around something, anything to keep you grounded as the knot in your stomach grows tighter and tighter. They find their way around Nocter’s left wrist; You’re almost afraid you’ll leave bruises, before remembering how sturdy every part of their body seems to be.

You let out a whimper as the crests of an orgasm seem to overwhelm you, nearly gasping as Nocter quickly removes their fingers. In any other state of mind you might have made a comment, look down and wonder why they’ve stopped. But the heat in your belly compels you to grip their wrist tight and to throw your hips upwards. With a desperate breath, you plead,

“P-please! Please, don’t stop.”

Nocter doesn’t chuckle, doesn’t make a sly remark about your neediness or your lewd movements. They lean forward, giving another kiss right below your navel, and pet your wrist.

“Of course, dearie.”

With a wink, they lean down a lick a long stripe up your hole, giving one last kiss to your leg before plunging their tongue inside.

You didn’t think it was possible for them to reach even deeper inside you with their tongue than their fingers, but the sparks which fly in your core say otherwise. The ridges of Nocters tongue brush against your walls as they flick the appendage back and forth, the tip pressing forward with controlled motions. It doesn’t thrash back and forward haphazardly, but reaches for those sensitive spots and plays with them.

“Oh, f-fuck!” You yelp, feeling an icy-cold liquid run down your ass. From the sound of smacking lips and muffled moans, it must be Nocter’s saliva. They let out a groan, pushing their jaw forward as their eyes clenched shut. The hand on your leg pinches skin as it tightens up, the other pressing your hips down, but the pressure they apply is phantom at best. Nocter seems to revel in your pleading humps for more, meeting each movement with a thrust of their jaw, the base of their tongue stretching you open.

The two of you keep that rhythm for what feels like an eternity, but is probably only a couple of minutes. Sweat drips down your chest and off of your belly, your legs muscles on fire as you continue to push upward and into Nocter’s face. You start feeling that impending wave begin to crest again, with your limbs shaking and your throat hoarse.

“Nocter, I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna-I’m so close!”

This time, Nocter doesn’t let up on their pace, reaching one hand down to deliver a hard slap on your ass and forcing a yelp out of you. Your speech devolves into slurred curses and your hands move to touch them, to find some grasp in reality. Nocter continues to suck and tongue-fuck your hole as your thighs clench around their head. Your humps are tiny and weak, your lower half barely holding itself up.

The knot gets tighter, a firecracker fuse about to blow in your abdomen. In the heat of the moment, your hands find their way to Nocter’s scalp and grab onto the base of their antlers. Their moan rumbles through you, right before you yank their head forward, their tongue hitting the deepest part of you as you shutter and-

“I’m cumming!”

Another moan vibrates against your hole as your body shudders and jolts, your hips still pressed firmly against Nocter’s face. But in the next moment, a heavy weight falls over your body, slumping you down onto the bed. Your chest heaves, eye’s fuzzy as Nocter’s tongue ‘pop’s out of you.

Your gaze wanders over your stucco ceiling, droplets of sweat rolling down your neck as you try and catch your breath. You can feel Nocter’s large hands rolling a massage into your thighs, their own heavy breathing brushing over your crotch.

A fuzzy shape of pure black comes into your vision as Nocter hovers over you, their body hovering just an inch above yours. They give you a small peck on the cheek.

“Feel good?” They whisper.

All you can do is nod, your shaky hands wandering over their back. There’s no sign of sweat on their skin, but you can feel the heat running off of it as they nuzzle into your neck.

As your fingers dance over the ride of their back, you can hear the rumble of a low purr coming from their chest, but they stay hovering over your body. You press your hands into their back, applying weak pressure to encourage them to relax.

“It seems I’ve repaid my debt.” Nocter murmurs into your ear, pushing themselves up onto their hands, pulling even farther from you as their eye’s look around your room. You keep your hands wrapped around their waist, stopping them from fully getting up. They look back to you, white eyes slightly widening.

“Would you-” You take another deep breath, “Want to stay? For the night?”

Nocter stares at you, the black void of their face almost unreadable. But when they run a claw down the side of your face, it burns with affection and longing.

“Would you want that?”

Your room is nearly pitch black, only the lights of the street peeking in between your curtains. Nocter’s body seems to absorb all light near it, their hot body like a heating pad. But their eyes are so bright, so full, so mesmerizing; Like a full moon on the dark city sky.

“Yes, I would.”

Nocter’s nods, their expression barely changing, but you think you can see a hint of a smile amidst all the black. They let their body relax, pressing their chest against yours as they sink into the sheets and nuzzle back into your neck.

You can smell the sweat coating your body and feel the way you stick to the sheets. Frankly, the both of you kind of smell.

But it doesn’t stop you from snuggling into Nocter’s body, eye’s heavy as you peacefully fall into sleep.

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mischiefmanaged71 · 3 years ago

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Call It What You Want (3/5) - Druig x Reader

Summary: The prospect of their mortality and purpose is a truly frightening prospect for an immortal. What brings old friends closer together is the evident precipice of the end of the world in mere days. The likelihood of clashing heads with Druig is 11/10 when paired in an enclosed space.

Author’s Note: Enemies to lovers plot, spanning time periods. Send in requests for other fics (Druig, Joaquin Torres, Shang Chi, Bucky Barnes) in my inbox. Comment below if you’d like to be added to the taglist. OBVIOUSLY SPOILER FOR ETERNALS! Songs you could listen to: Demons (Hayley Kiyoko), All I Ask (Adele), All Too Well (Taylor Swift - can you tell I’m just so excited by the new album?)

Pairing: Druig x fem! Eternal Reader

Warnings: Slow burn enemies to lovers, slight angst, canon-level violence, character death

Word Count: 4.5K

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Music blares in her ears as she mouths the words to the song, tugging the bag over her shoulder. A rhythm in her step, Y/N hums as she pushes against the door of the archive building to make her way home. The street lights illuminate the pavement as she watches cars pass by. Crossing through a narrow street, Y/N cuts past restaurants and apartment buildings to quickly reach her suburban home. Stepping past a stray cat, she cautiously steps in the dark to cross a corner. Tilting her head, Y/N assesses her surroundings as the sensation of eyes on her triggers a discomforting tug in her chest. Her eyes narrow as she continues walking unaffected, mouthing along to the lyrics under her breath,

‘Please, forgive me, I've got demons in my head’

‘Please forgive me, I’ve got demons in my head’

Her head swishes around, a flicker of the light catching her eye. She quietly stepped toward the source of the disturbance. Her feet stopped in front of the line where the light reached into the dark alley. Her music continues to blare as she scans her surroundings closely. A sudden crackle behind Y/N causes her to jump and raise her hand in defence, heart thrumming in her chest dangerously. The clash of a bottle against a wall surrounded from above, a yell following. She notices the light on inside the apartment and steadies her breath, dismissing the disturbance as simply paranoia. Her eyes shut, a sigh of relief as Y/N continues on her path home as a tired wave begs to overcome her.

Approaching the front of her house, she finds her keys in her duffle and inserts them in her front door. The key unlocks the door with a click and she twists the knob and steps through the door. A wave of uncertainty hits Y/N’s senses as she enters her home causing her to freeze and halt in her step. She removes her airpods, quietly removing her bag and leaving it on the floor as she assesses her surroundings. Hands at her side, she cautiously walks into her front room for the source of the feeling. Her head dips down as she closes her eyes and purses her lips. A breeze on her neck whips her head and a kitchen knife flies into her hand, hovering in front of the intruder. Y/N’s eyes narrow at the intruder, expecting anyone except for Sersi who stands unwillingly with a knife to her throat. She backs away from the weapon, an inch away from having her neck sliced.

“Sersi?” a look of bewilderment takes over Y/N as she drops the knife onto a table and launches herself at the woman. Y/N closes her eyes in relief, holding onto Sersi tightly after many years.

“It’s been a while.” she nods, embracing Y/N back eagerly.

“That is an understatement.” Y/N smiles, “What are you doing breaking into my house?” she remarks, confusion laced as her brows furrowed.

“Don’t you mean, what are we doing breaking into your house?” a familiar voice pipes up.

She looks at Sersi walking further into the room, seeing Kingo and Sprite, “Okay, why do I have a feeling there’s something more than a visit ahead?” she hums, gaze flickering between the two. A smirk slides over her features as she glances over the familiar faces.

“We’re sorry to barge in like this, but…something’s happened.” sorrow laced in her voice.

A pang of anxiety runs through Y/N as she nods, taking a seat on her couch in preparation, “Fill me in.” she leans back in the seat.

With a nod, Sersi clasps her hands as she perches herself on the opposite couch, delving into the verse of Ajak’s passing. Upon learning of Ajak’s death, a blank expression overtook Y/N’s eyes as she blinked at Sersi in tandem. Kingo watched worriedly as she sighed and straightened her back, a hand held to her mouth as she coped with the news.

There wasn’t anything they couldn’t heal from or fight against. They were immortal and invulnerable - to most it seemed. They’d lived for over seven thousand years together and the prospect that one of them could die was a frightening reckoning to set on a person.

“There’s more.” Sersi informed her, delving into the true purpose of the Eternals and the timeline for Earth’s Emergence. Her eyes flickered up at this point as she contemplated the resolve of her entire being after millennia of following orders. All those worlds they’d helped destroy. Believing undoubtedly in a mission only to discover the true horrors of it all.

“I can’t believe after everything she didn’t tell any of us.” Y/N whispered, leaning into her fist as she stared at the floor.

“It’s a lot to take in.” Sersi rested her hand on Y/N’s shoulder comfortingly.

She rolled her eyes, “It’s a lot for you to dump in one sitting.” rubbing her eyes in exhaustion.

Kingo jumped in, “Sorry to cut in, but we’re on a timeline. We need to get to the next location soon.”

She stood from her chair, “What do you mean?”

“It’s an entire reunion,” Sprite remarked, causing Y/N to look around and sigh.

“I thought you’d be more excited, Y/N. We’re going to see your favourite person.” Kingo smirked, tugging his arm around her shoulders. Her eyes furrowed as she looked at Kingo as he laughed and Sprite rolled her eyes at his antics.

“We’re going to need all of us if we’re going to stop this.” Sersi affirmed, “Druig is the only one who can do this.”

“It’s where we’re going next.” Kingo shared as Y/N nodded, appearing unaffected despite the evident surge of panic, or was it excitement? It had been almost five thousand years since the Eternals were all together. Since she had last seen Druig before her eyes. It was a long time to hold feelings and unanswered questions stirred up eons ago. Where they left off was a balance of teetering between personal barriers and something more. It all left off when she suddenly became aware of a part of her that could possibly care and miss Druig’s presence in a curious way that muddled her brain.

For the past few millennia, Y/N had moved across continents, changed her name hundreds of times and taken on several occupations. It was always a game of seeing how long she could shift around somewhere until aging, or rather the lack thereof, became an observable issue. In the past few years, she had settled herself in a small city in Argentina where she focused on keeping her head down. Well, she supposed that part was over now that the world was on the precipice of ending. Sersi watched her cautiously, gauging her reaction as the woman exhaled deeply and looked between the trio.

“Well, I suppose we better go then.” she mused, patting Kingo on the back as she nodded toward Sprite and headed out.

“I’ve missed you, Y/N. It just wasn’t the same without our unmatched humour.” Kingo tugged her toward the door as she locked up.

“I sure noticed your absence.” She smirked as he dropped his mouth in mock aghast at her jab. “I hear you’re a movie star.” her eyes perked up in surprise, as he laughed and Sprite rolled her eyes, “Can we move along?”

Sersi nodded, leading her ahead while Kingo and Y/N lingered behind them.

“I have to catch you up on everything. So much has happened.” He tugged her along.

“While I’d love to, Kin, I think I’d prefer the shorter version. What with the emotional load I just got.”

“Right, right, first preference it is.” he nodded, updating her. Ikaris was still as bland as ever, Gilgamesh and Thena were back from their time of solitude, Sprite had been moving around but Sersi had settled in London. Now they had to make their way to collect Makkari, Phastos and Druig, beginning with the telepath.

“How are you doing with that by the way?” He looked over at her as they walked through the streets toward their transport.

“Fine, how else would I be?” she nodded, glancing away from Kingo to look at the apartment buildings as they walked. Her head turned away, completely avoiding his watchful eyes.

“How are you really?” he insisted, tugging Y/N’s arm to encourage her to open up.

“We’re just going to regroup and save the Earth. Nothing big, right?” she mused, forcing a smile on her mouth, “Not like our lives haven’t been an entire lie.” as a lump formed in her throat.

“At least I can tell you I know how it feels.” Kingo surmised, offering a smile of assurance, “I meant about…you know.” referencing the anticipation of seeing him again after several millennia.

She shrugged her shoulders, “I’m not sure what answer everyone wants. It's great to see you guys again, but-I’ve been alone for so long so frankly it's a bit of an adjustment. Not something I can’t get over though.” a smile softening her features at being reunited with her close friends.

“It’ll be just like old times, I’m sure.” Kingo murmured, earning a laugh from Y/N as she raised her eyebrows, “Not so sure that’ll be the best time, but sure.” she nodded in agreement.

***

The sound of crickets and nature resounded around the group as they walked through the humid forest of the Amazon toward the village where Druig was living. Kingo’s voice filled the silence as they wandered, narrating to his valet, Karun, who recorded on a camera. Ikaris walked behind them, Sersi not too far with Sprite who swatted flies in annoyance. Thena and Gilgamesh stuck together, never too far as Y/N lingered behind in apprehension. Thoughts bothered her, running through a continuous loop of what to expect. When it came to Druig, it was difficult to anticipate his response.

While their mission was hanging on Druig’s assistance in putting a Celestial to sleep, Y/N had an inkling of a feeling he’d be a little apprehensive to help them, given where they had left off in Tenochtitlan. Druig’s character was always led by a passive response and morality overpowering the alleged mission Ajak had informed them of. None of them could have anticipated the truth behind their mission, surprise lacing through Y/N as a realisation transpired. The fact that Druig’s sense of morality could have been the factor that set them free previously had they considered the consequences of blind loyalty.

A silence cut through as the group wandered onward and Y/N’s feet stopped. Her head circled the surrounding forest as a foreboding feeling she was being watched swayed over her head. An intimidating aura encases her senses as she shuts her eyes and concentrates. Her eyes flicker behind her eyelids until the sensation releases, a muddled mind remaining. A hand grips her shoulder and shakes her from her daze.

She gazes up at Gilgamesh’s concerned face, “What’s wrong?”

“I-I've been having this feeling.”, their lingering figures caused the rest of the group to halt and look behind as Gilgamesh hovered over Y/N worriedly, “Like I’m being watched.” her vision darts to the group apprehensively.

Sprite looked ahead, “We must be getting closer to Druig then.”

“No, it’s not-this sense, whatever it is, it’s something vicious.” she breathed, clenching her hands at her sides nervously.

“Be on guard.” Ikaris ordered, his own eyes darting around the forest as they proceeded along. As people grew closer in sight, Sprite walked ahead and spoke to the locals in spanish to ask around for Druig. Y/N caught on how all of the locals had the familiar golden glow to their eyes.

“It’s nice to see you, Sprite.” the man responded, looking toward a set of doors that swung open.

“Speak of the devil,” Y/N murmured under her breath, pretending not to notice his eyes linger up and down her figure as he scanned the group. Filing in the room, they spread and took seats throughout the room, “Make yourself at home,” Druig’s voice drawled. An overbearing silence echoes after Sersi finishes recapping everything for Druig.

“Right. So you want me to drop everything and put a Celestial to sleep?” Druig scoffs, crossing his arms across his chest.

“Look, I know it seems impossible, but you’re the only one of us that can do this.”

“I’m perfectly aware it can be done, but you can’t just expect to drop on a person that their entire existence is a lie and that they need to save a place they’ve been waiting forever to leave.” Druig muses as the tension builds in the room.

“We have three days before the Emergence, we don’t have time.” Sersi urges.

Y/N’s eyes study Druig, narrowing as he wanders toward the door,

“Yeah, but my desire to die is a lot lower on the list, I’ll have to pass.”

She gasps out a laugh, drawing their attention to her. Druig’s eyes stare into her as an uncomfortable silence settles, everyone assessing her as she glances around. Her eyes focus on Druig as she tilts her head, “You’re still as intolerable as ever.”

“Your company is always a pleasure, Y/N.” Druig nodded, glancing over at her seated figure.

“I had a feeling you’d be a little apprehensive before we arrived.” she settles in her seat, making eye contact with Druig, “Time has taught me that while you learn a couple things, people don’t change that much at all.” she drawls. “You know, I really don’t understand what goes on in that head of yours.”

“You’re not meant to.” Druig snaps, sliding his hands in his pockets.

“Have you really been here all this time? Doing what?” she inquires, standing from her seat to slowly approach him.

“Not really your area of concern is it?” Druig mocked, “I’m more interested in your obsession with me.”

Her glare hardened, “I’m sure enslaving an entire village is a priority of yours. Quite hypocritical of you, no?”

The remaining Eternals’ eyes focus on the pair, expecting this type of behaviour. Given time, emotions heighten and build for no outlet. Sersi cautiously watches as Y/N’s berates Druig, an essence of sadness lingering behind her eyes with each question. Sprite murmurs something about someone stepping in to stop them before it escalates but Kingo halts her as Karun pulls out a camera.

“This wouldn’t even be a problem if you wouldn’t make one out of it.” Druig snaps.

“How does that make it okay?” she exclaims, moving into his personal space, “What are you trying to achieve here?”

She’s close enough to stare up into his deep blue eyes as she halts, aware of the watching group, “Do you really even care at all?” she whispers, a sombre look overtaking her face. A realisation hits Druig, a realisation it was not the people she was referring to at all.

“No,” Druig forces out of his mouth, instantly regretting it with her reactive response as she steps back from him apprehensively as if he attacked her.

“I suppose I was right then. You’ll always leave us behind.” she echoed, glancing at Kingo and Karun’s camera angled toward her and Druig. She clenched her jaw, holding back from the stinging sensation in her eyes as she waved her hand and sent the camera flying into the wall as a last fit of anger. She avoided their gaze and retreated from the room, halting at Kingo standing in front of her path.

“Kin, respectfully, get out of my way.”

A concerned look in his eyes, his eyes softened as he hesitantly moved to the side and allowed her to pass. She stomped down the steps and wandered out of the room, watching as glowing eyes followed her. A spite of rage ran through her body as she ignored their stares and stormed through the forest. Finding a quiet spot, she slumped down and leaned her elbows on her knees. Her breaths cut through the quiet sense of nature as she leaned back against the tree and shut her eyes.

The picturesque setting brought an aura of calm over her body as she breathed in the fresh air. Gulping down the pressure building in her throat, she swiped her sleeves over her eyes and settled in her seat. Thoughts passed through her mind as she considered the striking effect Druig’s words implicated. Five minutes with Druig and it was all over again. A repeated cycle of ups and downs destined to continue the vicious pattern despite what Sersi told her all those years ago. Kingo’s words usually offered a reprieve in moments as such, but Y/N only sought out a moment of mercy where she could imagine them at ease. She couldn’t recall the last time they hadn’t been at odds, or if there ever was a time.

The sense of approaching footsteps caused her head to shoot around and seek out the figure. She scoffed at Druig’s figure, his robe absent to reveal a grey sleeveless shirt. Y/N ignored him as his feet stopped next to her and he planted himself next to her. Her head didn’t even turn to him as she focused on staring at the tree ahead of her.

“What are you doing?” he murmured as she ignored him, remaining silent.

“The silent treatment.” Druig surmised, “Thought we were old enough for that.” as her eyes glance at him in her periphery and she clasps her hands, disappearing from his sight. Druig glances around and sighs, relaxing against the tree as he extends and crosses his legs over each other.

“Alright, I understand.” Druig drawls, closing his mouth as he scans the forest for a flicker of the cloaking concealing her body from his sight.

“You do realise I can still hear your thoughts, love.” he chuckles lightly, pointing out the evident flaw in her plan to disappear and avoid the awaiting conversation between them. A twig whips out and smacks his head as he grimaces and rubs the back of his head.

“Okay, I deserved that,” Druig whispered, sighing with no sign of her in his visible sight. Crossing his arms, Druig listened to his surroundings and pondered their past conversation. It had been a long time since he reviewed that night and longer since he thought of visiting any of them. Although, there always was a thought that crossed his mind. Of looking, reaching out, and possibly even asking for forgiveness. Maybe just a chance to make amends. With the sudden revelation of their true purpose rupturing a crisis within all of them and the prospect of mortality, it was a very real experience for Druig as he considered the past of their relationship.

“I know we don’t get along-and this might be a surprise, but I kind of missed you.” he chuckled, rubbing his forehead, “I suppose a few thousand years with people forms attachments.”

A scoff resounds through Druig’s head as he catches an essence of Y/N’s thoughts as he grimaces, “I truly have been here the whole time and sometimes I found myself thinking about that night. Everyone’s thoughts were loud, but above them all, I could hear yours the clearest.”

Y/N turned to her right to glance at Druig as she quietly listened.

“All I-all I wanted to say was, I heard you.” Druig turned to her, “I do. Even when you think I don’t or when I-when I hurt you.”

Y/N’s heart hammered in her chest as she took in his words and collapsed against the tree, allowing her body to reform in his sight. A beat passed, Druig’s head tipping upward at the sight of her figure next to him. She softened her expression and exhaled deeply to break her silence.

“I hear you,” she mumbled, mustering up a whisper of a smile as she relaxed next to him.

“I’ve regretted a few things in my life, one of them being that I didn’t speak up louder when I agreed with your fight.” she murmured, looking back at him, “I may not understand everything you do, but I would have stood by it-you.”

“There’s something I never thought you’d ever say,” Druig smirked, shaking his head as he chuckled. Y/N bit her cheek and leaned against her knees, “Don’t get used to it.” she coughed, a glimpse of a smile growing on her face.

Y/N’s heart picked up, her throat tightening with the words forming in her mouth, “There’s something else I need to tell you-” her voice is cut off with the loud screams resounding from the village.

“What was that?” she asks, that same foreboding feeling running along her arms. She glances at Druig as his eyes glow and he leaps to his feet, Y/N joining him as he takes the lead toward the screams.

At the sight of the Deviant swishing its tail dangerously, Y/N halted and swung her arm in front of Druig as she assessed the environment.

“Stay here.” she ordered, leaping into action before he could disagree. Y/N launched off the ground and intercepted the Deviant before it could attack Sersi who laid in a pile after having crashed into the hut. Lacing her arms around its neck, she backed away and drew the creature down as it swung wildly. Y/N flung her arm outwards and drew planks of wood toward her, forming a defensive wall in the creature’s path as it darted toward the humans. It sneered, puffing hot air as it darted toward her, snaring its tail around and whipping it as she turned intangible. The tail zoomed through where she stood as Y/N vaulted for the Deviant, pulling it toward her and pounding attacks into its side. It screeched in pain several times, wildly whipping its tail around until it struck, Y/N’s scream echoing through the forest as she released her hold. Wincing as she gripped her back in pain, the falter in her step allowed time for the Deviant to batter its head into Y/N and launch her into a tree.

The firing of shotguns came to her rescue as the Deviant whined, screeching as several rounds tucked into its impenetrable hide. Druig stood on the side, a circle of his enthralled men firing rounds. To her surprise, Druig moved with precise action as he dodged attacks and flipped over its tail. He tucked into a roll and landed into a crouch, picking up his weapon and firing before flipping over its back and blasting it again.

Her voice got through to him as he fired off another round, “Druig! Let them go!”

“Now is not the time, Y/N!” he disagreed, cocking his shotgun while she gripped his shoulders and urged Druig to see reason.

“We don’t have time! Let them go or they’ll die.” she urged, pushing him to the ground as the tail knocked into her and she was sent sprawling twenty feet. A groan escaped her mouth as she rolled up and leapt off the ground to the creature, ramming into its side. Landing repeated punches into the Deviant, Y/N’s swung over its back to buy Druig some time for the humans.

“Go! Get to the river!” Druig yelled, cocking his shotgun as he sprinted and dodged the whip of the tail. Waving her hand outward, Y/N pushed and launched the Deviant into a cabin, crushing it to bits. It suddenly leaped out and tackled Y/N as she flew back, the Deviant’s mouth at her eye-line as she grimaced. Her hands flew upward in shock, Druig’s shotgun blaring as he came to her rescue, flipping over the creature and landing firing a second time. The Deviant cowered and backed off her as it fell to the ground, allowing Y/N to scramble to her feet.

Sersi’s sudden interference arrived with the crystallized tree she sent crashing down over them as Druig gripped Y/N’s waist and rolled them away from harm. Breathing heavily, Y/N down at Druig who she laid on top of with shock. His blue eyes stared into her, gracing her face as he studied her for injuries. A flutter strung in her chest as she hid her flustered state and quickly moved off him. Druig accepted her outstretched hand and pulled him off the ground. They both watched as in mere seconds, the Deviant circled Sersi and she launched herself into the lake, pulling up the water in a case around them.

“Sersi!” she cried as Druig held her back from leaping into the water herself. A beat passed as they held their breath until the water crashed to the ground, revealing Sersi and a tree opposite her.

“How did she do that?” Y/N breathed out, glancing up at Druig who supported her.

“No idea.” he exhaled as they followed the Sersi and Ikaris to regroup with the others. Druig cautiously walked next to Y/N as they wandered through the forest, halting behind a crouched figure, catching Kingo and Sprite’s rigid postures and horrified expressions.

A pang hit Y/N, threatening to cripple her with Thena’s sobs resounding through the forest. Her mouth gaped seeing her hovering over Gilgamesh’s limp body. His eyes lay frozen in time, the remaining Eternals looming in a circle in mourning. Tears wet her cheeks, a deafening silence filling her ears even as a hand rested on her shoulder. Her chest shuddered with each breath as she sobbed for the loss of her friend, clenching her fists at her side. A hand reached for her own, releasing her grip to offer support. Through the tears, she shut her eyes and her resolve faltered for just a moment. Allowing herself to embrace their hold, she swallowed the tightness in her throat as her vision blurred. Opening her eyes, Y/N glanced up at Druig who stared at Thena’s grieving figure solemnly. He didn’t turn to look at her as expected, although he squeezed her hand comfortingly and through the tide, she responded as well. Y/N glanced around at her family and pledged to seek out recompense for their loss.

With the hand in her grasp, she sighed and dipped her head as a wave of grief settled over them. Unbeknownst to them both, Sersi and Kingo shared a look as they caught a glimpse of their joined hands. Druig glances down at her and a pang of sorrow runs through his mind, a trigger from their collective mourning of Gilgamesh. A silence settles over the forest, a solemn sensation overwhelming the Eternals even as time progressed unfavorably and fate opposed everything in their favor. Despite the uncertainty waking, she took solace in the relief he offered, all thoughts of the mystifying action in the past as she looked forward to the near future.

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#druig #druig x reader #druig oneshot #eternals #eternals x reader #druig fic #marvel #druig series

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imagine-hogwarts · 3 years ago

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Masterlist

An uncontainable open revolution

Pairing: FredxHermione (fluff)

Summary: A couple of snapshots adding to fifth year canon. Hermione does start to see the value of the twins’ products in a Hogwarts that under Umbridge starts feeling less and less like the Hogwarts they know.

18.977 words

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6,

Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12 (fin)

Back

Pairing: FredxHermione (fluff, smut)

Summary: After having disappeared from the wizarding world for months, it is her cat that brings Hermione back to Diagon Alley. And it turns out that there is more than one reason for her to stay.

12.169 words

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 (smut), Part 4, Part 5 (fin)

The Wedding

Pairing: FredxHermione (fluff)

Summary: As George wakes up the morning of Bill's and Fleur's wedding and wanders around the Burrow, he finds that the general desire for love and affection seems to be particularly high that day.

1.714 words

The Ball

Pairing: FredxHermione (fluff)

Summary: Although Ron couldn't quite bring himself to ask Hermione to dance during the Yule Ball, there is someone else who just might.

4.102 words

#masterlissst #fremione #fremione fluff #fremione fic #fremione smut #harry potter #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter fluff #harry potter series #fred x hermione #fred x hermione fanfic

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links-destiny · 3 years ago

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Top 10 favorites:

The Walk of Shame is right up my alley

General Grievious, to which my friends are freaked out by his cute little spider crawling.

To those that know, I’m glad I stopped talking about this man months ago so y'all could shut it about his grussy, istg.

He’s 7'1 and yes, I call him nakey whenever he takes of his cloak. Don’t @ me about it.

Obigrievous because Enemies to Lovers

Yes, he’s a damn coward a lot of the times but I love how amazing he is. Duel wielding and keeping trophies from the many Jedi he has killed,, and his asthmatic voice that’s one cough away from combusting, I love.

And his backstory, that’s fucked up.

Rip Gor, you shall be missed. Those Jedi should have never fucked you up.

Thel Vadam, The Arbiter, aka core childhood memories of playing Halo with my brothers.

His voice acting is amazing af, but it took me so long to realize he has the same va as the cat from Coraline. Like, you fucking go, Keith David.

Thel is also not immune to my friends’ jokes because that one time he was stripped to get branded the “Mark of Shame” and a couple comments on his grussy was made.

Also that other time where Master Chief and him were ensnared by the Gravemind,, yeah that was something.

7′9 ft, and I’m the embodiment of that one drunk dude meme where he stumbles out of his trailer, drink in hand.

Do I even need to explain myself here with Doctor Octavius? I swear to god, if I see one more edit talking about the shit relationship I have with my dad that caused me to love Doc Ock, I’m going to fuck that editor up-

Anyways, what’s there to iterate about him? He just radiates dilf energy, mad scientist vibes, and is 6'2. Alfred Molina is a godsend, enough said.

Definitely was the only villain in New York confident enough to have his tiddies out on display-

I’m sorry but the scenes where he smoked a cigar or took off his glasses with the assistance of the tentacles really did something,,

And don’t get me started on some of his cartoon variations from Spectacular Spider-Man and Spiderverse.

The amount of propaganda I’ve spread to my close circles of friends that they too, are starting to agree that he’s hot. I don’t even know how

One last note but screw that one Discord friend that asked why the fuck would I love “a fat man with glasses that would definitely kill me” because that dude is one step away from getting knocked the fuck out.

Din Djarin = Dilf

Like I love this man and his sad puppy dog eyes. Pedro Pascal, you play this lone space ranger well.

I don’t know how to explain but The Mandalorian are just,,

Also definitely the moment where “hm, strange how I also love Boba Fett and all the other 501st Clone troopers… IS IT SERIOUSLY THE FUCKING ARMOR-”

Heisenberg is just another dilf, mad scientist vibes and it blew my mind when people say him and Doc Ock are the same person, different font.

I went to my first college Halloween party in my bootleg Wrench cosplay. Dude, the host’s boyfriend was cosplaying him and I managed to get a pic of us together. It was so fucking rad, serotonin booster for sure.

This man has this big showmen announcer voice, sometimes he has a purr. It just sounds so fruity.

I love him so much and don’t get me started on the “I said sit” scene. Ethan should have helped this hefty man out.

What? I definitely did not see those YouTube videos where people added shirtless mods to Resident Evil 8. What are you talking about-

Wrench from Watch Dogs 2. This man had me thinking “wow, do I actually have a thing for characters that wear masks?”

He’s a chaotic bisexual and his bromance with Marcus just means so much to me. Like you can not tell me that this man wasn’t harboring a small crush, because you’d be capping.

I do have some cosplay pics where I took inspiration from Wrench’s design on Instagram and nearly died when Shawn Baichoo liked and commented on the post.

Also Wrench’s reasoning behind having the mask makes me want to hug him.

That one mission where Marcus was adament about getting his mask back from the feds, meeting up with him, saying how he won’t allow this shit to tear them apart,, AUGH! I LOVE!

I feel like it’s super apparent that my type can range from nonhuman, masks, dilf, or himbo. Regardless, I’m slapping FL4K on this list.

Nonbinary icon to the max, respect the they/them pronouns or you’re gonna be their Skag’s next meal.

I guess I always loved those types of characters that are kinda dramatic while spouting some nonsense about death and destruction. Their va sounds so cool.

I kinda got attached when my brothers and I were playing Borderlands 3 for the first time, and they were my pick.

Avengers Assemble Hawkeye, totally a bi-icon, I don’t make up the rules. This also goes for his EMH ’s variation, MCU can kindly back off.

He’s just such a cool, somehow competent dumbass. Plus he’s in my favorite color too!

While many of my comfort characters go through the bi-fication beam, Hawkeye doesn’t need to, especially in that episode that first introduces Hyperion.

Homie was so dang confused on why this new superhero kept winking at him, and was the first to want him on the team. At the end of the episode, he was then comforted by Black Widow who said that Hyperion tricked them all because “power can be seductive”

LIKE EXCUSE ME!?

Alright, hear me on this but: bisexual, dilf, dumpster fire of a man. It’s like a triple threat wambo combo.

I love how disorderly this man looks.

He’s just so fine, and I can’t wait to see the new Spiderverse because that damn trailer got me all hyped up.

Technically a two-in-one but we’re going to decide in ignoring that. Paul Monroe A.K.A Jesus and Javier Garcia, I love them so much.

Jesus, both from the show and video game are such fucking badasses and it’s really refreshing to see that with that pos gay representation.

You go, modern day ninja! Do that flying kick at a walker’s head in your beanie trenchcoat attire!

As for Javier, he’s my beloved man who I figured out months ago is my hispanic bi rep that I needed so much of.

I’m sure a lot of people can relate that when you’re LGBT+ in a conservative minority culture, it can be scary and you wonder if people can thrive being who they are out in the world.

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anwynb2003 · 3 years ago

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Um... I think I made a BatFam AU while half-asleep...

Ok so, I wake up, and it seems last night I wrote out a messy explanation of a story that I just might have to write now... but I've read literally one Batman comic (Death in the Family), and all my knowledge comes from either YouTube, Wikis, and stories on AO3...

Hyperfixation is fun, isn't it?

Anyway, here's a copy-paste of what I wrote in my half-asleep state at around 2:00 last night (note, the doc itself is simply titled "C'mon. You Know."):

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Tireeeeed let’s do this

Okay so

AU: No superheroes. Bruce Wayne is just a rich dude who starts taking in orphans because reasons.

First up was Dick Grayson, who he adopted when he was 9.

7 years later, he added 13-year-old Jason Todd.

3 years later, 12-year-old Tim Drake.

2 years later, 14-year-old Cassie Cain.

And finally, 2 years after that, he learned of and gained custody of his only biological son: 10-year-old Damian Wayne.

Only a year after Damian joined the family though, Brucie boy died, presumably in a “tragic accident”, but it’s quickly revealed that someone’s altered his will, leaving his kids with none of the family’s fortune; not even their home.

Dick, who’d moved out a few years ago, now has custody of his 3 youngest siblings, and only a small, 2-bedroom house in Blüdhaven to care for them in.

Jason, who for a variety of reasons had run away at 15, and had stayed away for the most part, reluctantly agrees to move in Full House style to help Dick, while all the siblings work with their ex-butler/grandfather figure Alfred, and family-friends Jim and Babs Gordon to figure out the mystery of their father’s death and will.

Tensions run high, Dick’s having a breakdown, Jay’s struggling to Dad (verb), Tim’s gay and spiralling, Cass struggles with speech, and Dami’s emotionally stunted. Yay!

So we got:

Dick, 24-year-old officer of the BPD. Adopted at 9 years old after losing his parents in a circus act gone wrong, Dick stayed with Bruce until he was 18, when after a heated argument he left for college. He made up with his father over the next couple years and stayed in contact, often visiting him and his siblings.

Jason, 21-year-old, works part-time at a gym in Crime Alley, Gotham City. Adopted when he was 13, after several years of living on the streets after his step-mother’s death by overdose and his father’s “peace out” moment. Discovered the identity of his birth-mother, ran away to go find her because teen angst and increasing fights with Bruce, then she was found dead a week later (her ex was charged and found guilty) and while Jay couldn’t be found, much of the blood at the crime scene was his. Then, randomly, he contacted his family again 4 years later, at 19. Didn’t move back in, and things were quite tense between him and Bruce, but still hung out with his siblings outside the home (though he was angry at Tim at first, for being adopted less than a year after his “death” and "replacing" him).

Tim, 17-year-old honours student. Adopted when he was 12, but actually started hanging around the house a little before that, as Dick was tutoring him after school. This helped both Dick, and Bruce to discover how neglectful and emotionally abusive his parents were, and Bruce literally had to sue for custody for this kid. He won.

Cassie, another 17-year-old. Adopted at 14, she’d been on the streets much like Jason had, but of her own volition… to a point. She was scarred after seeing her father do… something, when she was only 8 years old (she’s repressed so hard that even she doesn’t remember exactly what), and so ran away. This thing traumatized her so much that she lost her ability to speak for years, and has only just started learning to talk again. Instead, she usually uses ASL.

And Damian, an 11-year-old ball of politeness, good manners, and pure, unadulterated rage. He was born nine-months after his mother date-raped his father, and was raised in quite an… odd way, by said mother and her father. Long and short of it: crime family, but not a close one. He rarely if ever actually saw his mother, and when he did she wasn’t overly affectionate. He spent most of his early days being groomed to be his grandfather’s heir, only for their entire organization to be captured by police when he was 10. It was now when the emotionally stunted, spoiled brat was put into his father’s custody.

Main issues:

-Dickie boy stressed ooooooouut, gotta be a breadwinner and keep his siblings together and safe

-Jaybird technically never made up with Bruce; they’d actually made plans to get together and talk things out, but then, y’know, death

-Timmy, poor thing, is balancing school, work at Wayne Enterprises, and investigating the case of his father’s death, and has seemingly forgotten what sleep is. Adding on the fact that Bruce being dead means his (granted, chosen) role as heir to the company seems much more real (even despite the fake will, he's confident he'll figure it out and find the real one), he’s not doing all that great

-Cassie, sweetheart, has been emotionally traumatized for years, and now just has more trauma to add to that with Bruce being dead. She’s getting better, but struggling

-Dami, baby bird, is filled with more rage than usual, and is endlessly worried about all the animals in his “zoo”; Alfred remains at the manor (though he has not met his new employer), for the sole purpose of making sure they stay fed, watered, bathed, and more or less cared for.

So, to sum up, Dick’s working to support them and trying his best, Jay’s Dad-ing while Dick’s at work since his hours are more flexible, Tim hasn’t slept in years, Cass needs therapy and hugs, and Damian has a growing army of stuffed animals to fill the gaping hole in his life where his zoo used to be (since he could only bring Titus and Alfred the Cat with him to Bludhaven).

Will they be able to figure out who had their father killed and get their family legacy back?

Hell if I know, I haven’t written it yet. Probably. Get off my back.

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So, long story short, I seem to have issues, but this is happening now apparently.

Not right now though, Ima go play Minecraft.

#batfam #batfam au #au #no heroes au #bruce wayne #dick grayson #jason todd #tim drake #cassandra cain #damian wayne #alfred pennyworth #bat bros #kill me #why do i do these things #hyperfixation #i'm hyperfixating #can you tell?#ok ima go play minecraft now #bye

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anxiouslyfred · 3 years ago

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Created Holidays

for @dukexietyweek‘s final prompt of holidays

Summary: Remus used to create random holidays and get all the Dark sides celebrating them, but even though he tried to do the same when known, the holidays have stopped except for the ones on a normal calendar.

Today Virgil is going to change that, with Shelob’s birthday

Warnings: spiders, telling offs

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One thing Virgil had missed since being accepted and welcomed with open arms as soon as Remus was known to Thomas was the holidays, the celebrations, whichever you wanted to call them. It wasn't that the Known sides didn't celebrate things, but that everything was on a calender, predictable and in order. There were no mornings when you could come down to a bizarre breakfast and banners declaring 'Shelob's Birthday' or 'Cheese Rolling Day', or any manner of things Remus decided needed to be celebrated from films, stories, or random news articles Thomas might read.

He'd loved it when there was a 'Frozen day' weeks after the family movie night they'd shared, because it felt like the holiday were coming back. Except after 2 months Remus had stopped them all over again. He'd reduced them at first until they had just gone, and Virgil had no clue what could be influencing or controlling his friend to this extent.

Perhaps they weren't holidays with the traditions and history that Christmas or Halloween came with, but they were fun, and just a way Remus got his family to spend time together. That had been for a few years something Thomas wanted, that Patton had always been trying to encourage. Themed games and meals would only help with that, even if it came randomly rather than planned for weeks if not months in advance.

Still, Virgil knew something must have been said or done to stop Remus bringing his holidays out for everyone to share in. Whether or not he still held them in the imagination or his room was something Virgil kind of wanted to find out.

More than finding out though, he wanted them back, and if Remus wasn't going to do it, then Virgil damn well would. They deserved to bring their family time out from the hidden spaces of Thomas's mind and into the common areas, not matter what the light sides wanted.

With that in mind he began to plan, and felt some dark joy in deciding which holiday he'd like to bring back for them all. Patton would forgive him for it, surely?

/VR\

The first thing to make any of the other Sides suspect there was something different about the day was Patton's scream followed shortly after by his door being slammed.

It woke most of them up, and got the ones already awake quickly leaving their room to figure out what was happening, only to freeze in their doorways.

Virgil had only added a few spiderwebs and strands of silly string along the hallway, but in increasing density going down the stairs. It was only in the main common area that his decorations really took over, but before anyone other than Patton had seen them a delighted scream was ringing out.

“Shelob's Birthday!” Remus couldn't have moved faster if he was shot from the gun, but at least he stopped without throwing Virgil to the floor when tackling him into a hug. “Can't believe we haven't celebrated Shelob's birthday in so long. Better make this the best one ever. Hobbitsy Tacos and Limbus Bread for all.”

Virgil grinned, going to reply before a cough got his attention from the stairs.

“Remus, as I've stated before, there is not time enough in our lives to indulge in your-” Logan cuts himself off when Virgil starts hissing, eyeshadow darkening and growing down his cheeks.

“You don't have time for a family day, Logan? Yet when Patton suggests or simply decides to make a big dinner and insist on a family meal you drop everything for it unless there's a specific deadline to meet.” Virgil ground out, arms tightening around Remus, and moving them both onto the sofa.

Logan adjusts his tie, shifting uncomfortably in his spot. “That is not what this is. This is a nonsensical situation that has no reason to be celebrated beyond a whim of-”

“-Me! I did this because frankly following a strict calendar of celebrations is too many traditions and not enough family. Remus has always known how to bring our little family of Dark Sides into something fun to do with holidays and I was wondering why that had stopped when he was more than willing to include you all as well.” Virgil wished in that moment he could silence the others as effectively as Janus could, but talking over them to lecture their horrid behaviour would work.

Roman popped up then, seemingly having delayed reacting to the screams from 10 minutes before. “What the heckity heck, guys! A Prince needs his beauty sleep, and Remus I've told you a million, nigh a zillion times before that these-”

“That what? That you and Logan are the assholes responsible for Remus stopping trying to bring his family together? That you're the reason our random holidays stopped being created? Are you taking the blame for that, or should the next one play on your fears rather than one of the characters I loved reading about?” Virgil turned his glare to the other Creativity even as Remus pulled away to grab Janus and start cooking in the kitchen.

Neither Logan or Roman seemed willing to argue their points with Virgil combatting them so easily, clearly in defence of Remus. They share a glance though, silently frowning at the decorations around the room and remembering what had roused them that morning.

“Before you try to say I'm excluding Patton because of the nature of the event, I've already sent an apology to his room, as well as an explanation of what's happening; Specifically that I'm trying to bring something Remus loved to share with all of us back.” Virgil huffed out, catching the look. “Bad enough that you already try to treat him like a disease that shouldn't be listened to, you had to try and take away his version of family holidays as well.”

There are arms back around his waist before he could decide on whether they needed to apologise or just stay for the rest of the day. Remus nuzzled into his neck before twisting around Virgil to look at his face. “Games now?” He asked.

“Yep, games time now. What should we play to properly celebrate Shelob's Birthday?” Virgil smiles, posture completely relaxing as he turned away from Logan and Roman, leaning towards the coffee table expecting some type of game to be summoned to it.

Remus leaps over the back of the sofa, but remains wrapped around Virgil as an Operation game forms on the table, with the character looking distinctly dwarven. Janus is soon to join them, staring at Roman and Logan expectantly, although just what he's expecting they can't decide.

“Sit. Play. Some of these should be right up your alley, Roman. Everything is Lord of the Rings and fantasy or pure spider themed.” Virgil orders after a second.

/VR\

Through the day's games and snacks, Virgil had pulled Remus onto his lap, suggesting things they could do from previous times they'd celebrated Shelob's Birthday. They remained like that through attempts at cats cradle, passing the patterns made between their hands, and barely shifted apart when Janus declared the meal was done and brought out a pie that looked like it had spaghetti for the lid.

After the lecture from the morning neither Logan or Roman wanted to bring up the intimacy enough to ask about it though. As it stood they focused on doing a few things to include Patton in the day even while he was remaining in his room, too unsettled by the decorations to actually join in. It seemed to be the right choice to make since Virgil's warning and protective glares reduced as they carried on joining in with the holiday.

It was when they were all just relaxing after Janus over-ruled Remus's latest game suggestion that Logan finally had to ask, “So why did you decorate to such an extreme? I know you wanted to have Remus creating nonsensical family holidays again, but he has never decorated since becoming known more than a banner, and a few strings of decorations.”

“If there's one thing you need to know about Remus, it's that when he's accepted others have rejected a suggestion it takes nothing less extreme than a battering ram and a cheerleading squad to convince him otherwise.” Virgil snorted, shaking his head. “And there was no freaking way I was doing something that noisy, but decorations that are impossible to ignore? Well I saw how you all reacted to my room and I'm pretty good at it.”

“You used Patton's scream not only to get everyone's attention and figure out which of us convinced Remus to stop but also to make the point you enjoyed them.” Logan observed after a moment thinking through his words.

Virgil rolled his eyes, “Der.”

“And he's gonna help me make wonderfully unnerving decorations for my next holiday, aren't you, Aragog?” Remus piped up, wriggling back so his hair was tickling Virgil's chin.

“We better decide what it is early then, make sure I decorate for the right holiday.” Virgil replied, nuzzling his head down for a split second before getting dragged off upstairs. “Thanks for a great holiday. I guess we're heading to sleep now.” He called back at them, laughing as his arm was both yanked and bounced ahead of him.

There wasn't much planning done when they made it to Remus's room though, since the easy affection Virgil had finally allowed himself to show was now being reciprocated with wild lips meeting his, and bodies pushing each other against the door.

“Holiday planning can wait, We've got a better date.” Remus rhymed, beaming when Virgil just nodded.

At the end of the day, Virgil liked the fact they had the random family holidays back, but even more than that he loved his new boyfriend.

#dukexiety #dukexietyweek2021 #remus sanders #virgil sanders #protective virgil #logan sanders #roman sanders #janus mention #patton mention #made up holidays #cw spiders?

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manunelle · 4 years ago

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High School AU! {Ikesen/Scenario}

I finally finished an essay about brazilian portuguese phonology, so I decided to reward myself by writing cute stuff SHUDHUSHSUDAHS I’ve thought about this scenario ever since I started playing Ikesen (back in 2017, good lord), but I never had the time to write them.

I am thinking really hard if I should turn these into a fanfic or not. Depends on how much time I have to write :(

WARNINGS: Inappropriate language, bullying, violence (?MC kicks asses in this scenario lol).

MC moves from her hometown after her parents’ death, and starts to live all by herself. She enters the new school as a sophomore, and has some trouble making friends because she is seen as delinquent by other students. lol. She’s kind of cold towards girls and is always seen shouting at boys (because they are always assholes to her), so everybody kind of knows not to mess with her. She spends lunchtime all alone either on the school rooftop or at the library, and, even though she denies it, she feels lonely.

One day, when she’s on her way to the library, she sees a gray-haired boy getting bullied by some jackass. She kind of saves him by hitting the bully’s head against a locker and knocking him out and drags the poor thing to a safer place (aka the rooftop).

The boy thanks her and introduces himself as Ishida Mitsunari, a freshman. She’s like “whatever dude” and goes back to her alone time.

After that, things start to get weird. And MC kind of gets annoyed by Mitsunari’s friends.

Hideyoshi, a senior, misunderstands the whole situation and thinks that MC was the one who tried to bully his precious kouhai-kun. He goes after MC and tries to scold her, but she just puts her headphones on and ignores him,enraging him more. Big bro tries to touch her shoulder to get her attention back on the discussion, only to be flipped over on his back by an angered MC.

boi. he is so mad.

However, Mitsunari stops the whole argument and fixes the misunderstanding and Hideyoshi feels embarrassed for being such an ass. He tries to apologize but MC has already left.

She also meets Ieyasu and Masamune. Ieyasu, a freshman, is always hiding (from his lovely friends lol) at the library, and he and MC have a passive-aggressive relationship because once they wanted to rent the same book (btw, MC won this fight). Masamune, a junior, is also constantly at the library, but only to drag his friend out of there (Poor yasu). He’s always hitting on MC, but, since he hasn’t exceeded the limit of her patience, she hasn’t kicked his ass yet. Yet.

One week after the “kick Hideyoshi’s ass” incident, she meets Ranmaru by bumping into him and preventing him from falling on his face. Just like an otoge hero lol. Ranmaru tries so hard to be her friend that it’s almost ridiculous. By coincidence, perhaps, he and Mitsunari are in the same class, so now MC has two baby boys trying to blind her with their brightness. They are so precious that she just can’t be rude to them, but she’s not exactly their friend. She just prevents them from tumbling around the school and from getting their asses beat up by the other (assholes) students.

One day, when she’s leaving the school building, Ranmaru and Mitsunari are trying to convince her to go to the karaoke with them and their friends, but she’s like “No. I have things to do, bye.”. Then, they end up meeting with Hideyoshi, Masamune, Ieyasu and two other boys that she can’t recognize.

She tries to pass through them, but is stopped by Hideyoshi, who tries to apologize again. She rolls her eyes and says that she has already forgotten about the whole issue and just wants to get home. Then one of the boys, the black-haired gorgeous one, approaches and looks at her with interest, a wicked smile on his face. He takes her chin between his fingers, not caring about his friends eyes upon them, and invites her to karaoke and maybe later to a more secluded place, just the two of them…

She kicks him on the balls. All the boys wince.

Hideyoshi tries to pick a fight with her. “How dare you do that to Nobunaga-san!” The awaited “Hideyoshi vs MC pt.2” happens and ends with the brown-haired boy passed out on the floor.

A silver-haired boy and Masamune are almost vomiting from laughing so hard, and MC just stares at them like the piece of shit they are. The black-haired boy, Nobunaga, is still on the floor, clutching his crotch with shaking hands and pained tears pricking on the corner of his eyes. Ieyasu has his mouth hanging open, staring at MC with wide eyes. Mitsunari is confused, and Ranmaru is awaiting her next move with anticipation. She sighs and leaves school grounds, swearing that one of these days she really is going to become a murderer.

She gets home in one piece, and is greeted by a message from her neighbour, Sasuke, who saw her arrival through the window. He is probably one of the only people that she can have a conversation without aging 10 years due to annoyance. Unfortunately, he studies in a school across the city, so she doesn’t really have a lot of chances to talk to him besides messages.

Sasuke shares a rent-house with four other guys that she has yet to meet, and he says that they are good friends. He is always inviting MC to hang out with them, but she always refuses the offer. Most of the time, it’s because she’s way too tired to stay up late to watch “Kenshin-san” beating some random dude, but she also is afraid of not fitting in. My girl has some issues. :(

This day had been more tiresome than the others, so she goes to sleep earlier than usual. She wakes up with a lot of messages from Sasuke asking if she’s okay, a lot of messages from Ranmaru and Mitsunari asking if she wanna meet before school (how they got her number is still a mystery)and, surprisingly, she has been added to a groupchat called “Azuchi gang”.

No.

She leaves the group. Mitsuhide adds her back.

Nooooooooooooooooooooo.

She spends the next three weeks trying to hide from the seven boys, who, for some reason, start to follow her everywhere. Everywhere. On the rooftop, behind the library bookshelves, between the outside bushes, and for Christ's sake she swears that she has seen Masamune and Mitsuhide smirking at her through the glassdoor of her classroom.

She just wants peace. :)

One day, Ranmaru drags her to have lunch with them and she kind of just accepts her destiny, too tired to fight. Then, one day turned into another, and another, and she started to have lunch with them everyday, getting to know them better. However, in no way she is their friend. She doesn’t really consider them friends, but they think the contrary.

For some reason, boys stop harassing her, one day appearing all beaten at school. She looks at them with an arched eyebrow, not noticing her acquaintances (as she likes to call the group) glaring at the boys behind her back.

Ironically, girls start to treat her worse, insulting her behind her back but loud enough for her to hear and hiding/stealing her stuff. She soon realizes that it’s because they are jealous of the group’s affection, so, to stop the new and annoying behavior of her bitch classmates, she stops hanging out with them, ignoring them at school and also their messages.

Unaccustomed with loneliness after weeks of hanging out with the boys, she ends up accepting Sasuke’s offer of hanging out. She goes to his house and she meets his friends, soon discovering that her headache will only turn worse.

Yukimura is an annoying shit. Shingen is a flirting shit. Kenshin is a killer shit. Yoshimoto is a fashion shit. Wait, fashion. Oh, wow. She kind of gets along with Yoshimoto, engaging in conversation about clothes and art.

Kenshin doesn’t like her until he discovers that she can kick ass. He loves her now.

She soon learns to recognize Shingen’s flirting lines as a way of being funny (despite failing miserably lol), reminding her a bit of Masamune and Nobunaga.

Yukimura is still an annoying shit. Just kidding dhuhduhdsuhsa They have an “I’ll annoy you until you start crying but if someone else do it i’ll kick their ass” relationship. It’s really precious.

They have their own groupchat, btw

Despite having new friends and hanging out with them after school, she still misses the other guys and feels bet about ignoring them. However, her things are still going missing and she can’t just point fingers and beat the shit of an annoying brat (despite wanting to). So she continues to ignore their existences.

Unfortunately, one day her backpack ends up in the school’s pool, and Mitsuhide finds out about the whole missing objects and bullying stuff. Despite wanting to tease her as a way to take out his anger on MC, he knows that she is sad and trying really hard not to cry, so he just hugs her. This way, she can cry without anyone seeing, right? ;)

The missing objects reappear on her locker, and she tries to pretend to be surprised. She doesn’t do a good job. She starts hanging out with the group again, and this time she recognizes them as her friends.

It’s almost weird how she has changed from “how should I kill you” to “heeeey, Hideyoshi-san, let’s go to that crepe stall after class”.

Hideyoshi thinks she’s cute, just like a little sister, and protects her behind the curtains.

She and Masamune are bffs, always playing around and annoying the shit out of Ieyasu, who tries to hide the fact that he thinks she’s a lot cuter now that she smiles all the time than before.

Mitsunari is her adopted son, thank you very much. If you try to mess with him, she might throw you off the building’s last level.

Mitsuhide is always teasing her, but is always careful to not go too far. Students once saw the two entering a shady alley, and due to their reputations, could only imagine the dirty things they were doing there. Excuse you, how dare you call feeding cats dirty?

Nobunaga thinks she’s hot. She also thinks she’s hot. They once kissed, but they decided that they are better as friends.

Ranmaru kind of has a crush on her, but is afraid of ruining their friendship by confessing it. He also knows about her and Nobunaga, but doesn’t know that they are far from a relationship. Poor thing. :(

She continues to hang with the Echigo squad, of course.

MC and Yoshimoto are bffs. They always go shopping together and share their opinions on each other's clothes. She vented about the Nobunaga kiss situation to him, and he gave a lot of advice and hugs. He’s such a good friend, omg.

Once, she went to watch Kenshin’s martial arts tournament, cheering on him the whole time. He tried so hard not to smile when he heard her shouts. After he won the golden medal, the whole gang went out for ice cream to celebrate the victory.

Shingen knows about the Nobunaga kiss situation, and makes sure that she knows how hard he disapproves of it. Sometimes she thinks that she has two overprotective older brothers, Hideyoshi and Shingen.

She hangs out with Yuki and Sasuke some nights. She goes to their house and they lay on the couch, watching whatever is going on on the tv and talking about anything. Yuki lays his head on her lap and his legs on Sasuke’s lap, so it’s a little hard to leave. Once, Kenshin got home from practice and saw the three passed out on the couch. Their expressions were so cute that he couldn’t resist from taking some pictures and sharing them on their groupchat.

The thing is: both groups don’t know about the existence of the other. lol

Echigo’s gang knows that she has friends at school, but they don’t think she’s as close to them as she is to them.

Azuchi’s gang have their offers of hanging out at night often refused by her, but they just think that she is too tired or has strict parents on her neck. Once, Ranmaru and Hideyoshi saw she hanging out with Yuki and Sasuke and got jealous mad, but, despite trying to follow them, they lost their track (thanks to Sasuke, who thought they were trying to pick a fight adshsuhdsauhdsa).

They didn’t ask about the boys, afraid of making her uncomfortable. However, they did share the news with the rest of the group. Overprotective friends on.

One Saturday night, she goes to the karaoke with Echigo’s gang. She’s having a great time, watching Yukimura and Sasuke singing shoujo anime songs with high pitched-voices while talking about school stuff with Yoshimoto and Kenshin (Shingen’s flirting with the waitress), until she sees her other group of friends entering the place. She waves at them, smiling, and the groups look at each other with surprise and rage.

Fortunately, it turns out that they know each other. Unfortunately, it turns out that they hate each other.

“MCCCCCC, you have been ditching us to hang out with...with...with these savages?!” Hideyoshi cried, grabbing her by the shoulders and shaking her in a desperate attempt of putting some reason on her mind.

“Um, excuse me.” Yoshimoto intervenes, snatching her out of his hands. Kenshin also gets mad and they all start fighting and talking at the same time.

MC goes back home.

Her headache got worse after that night.

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