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charlottesbookclub · 10 months ago

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i'm here (ser gwayne hightower x reader) 💚💚

Summary: you have a nightmare, but gwayne is there to comfort you 💚

Warnings/Tags: spouse!reader; gn!reader; established relationship (marriage); nightmares; angst/anxiety brought on by the nightmares; absolutely catastrophic levels of tooth-rotting fluff; let me know if I've missed anything! ☺️

Words: 2870

Author’s Note: as I mentioned in this post, gwayne hightower has absolutely consumed my life and I am down sooooooo bad for him rn, so voilá, this fic has emerged as a result of that! 💕 as I also say in that linked post, I'm not super familiar with hotd, so I'm sorry if any of the terms I use aren't canon-accurate (I watched game of thrones a few years ago and I tried my best to make it feel authentic to the world of canon, but something may have slipped through 😅). and I hope this feels in-character to gwayne! I've rewatched the scenes of his that I have access to many times for...... uhh ~Research Purposes~ but I haven't seen all his scenes yet, so I apologize if it feels ooc at all – I did my best to make it feel like him! 🥰

oh and this is key: we've all seen the necklace, right?? we know about the necklace, right????? that fucking necklace makes me absolutely feral so I've given it a backstory, because it truly has me foaming at the fucking mouth 😌 (also, if you haven't seen the necklace, may I please direct you to this incredible gifset so we can descend into madness over it together?)

as always, I hope you enjoy!! 🥰🥰 (also please feel free to share any gwayne thoughts you have – I'd love to scream about the precious man with y'all! ☺️💕)

The memory was not yours, but in this moment, it felt like it was. Gwayne had only told you the story once, with hushed words and averted eyes. You had asked, and he could never find it in himself to keep anything from you, even if it made his chest seize with shame. He told you that the whole ordeal had been a result of foolishness on his part, something he would admit only to you. He said that he recalled the memory with great embarrassment now. But you felt nothing but terror.

You stood on a large, grassy plain ringed with trees, a few wispy clouds scuddling across the blue sky above you. This was a place you had never seen, never been – but one thing was familiar. As you struggled to gain your bearings in the strange location, you saw a group of men on horseback just a short distance ahead. You recognized your lord husband instantly: the delicate silver interlace of his steed’s armor and the auburn glow of his hair in the sunlight were as familiar to you as your own heartbeat.

You called out to him, but he didn’t respond; he seemed to be in conversation with one of the other men. You ran toward the small group and cried his name again, but even at close range he appeared not to hear you. Panic grew in your chest by the moment as you hurried closer still, coming near enough that you could almost reach out and touch Gwayne’s mount. You stretched out your hand to do just that when your arm was stopped by some invisible force. There was nothing in front of you, just empty air that you should have been able to move through with no difficulty. But you were trapped mere feet from your beloved, unable to reach him.

Something was terribly wrong. You screamed his name this time, desperation compressing your lungs with the force of your yell. But it was clear that he could not hear you, since neither he nor any of the gathered men so much as turned toward the sound of your cries. Real fear gripped you now, shooting ice through your veins as you cast about you for something – anything – that you could do. And that was when a new kind of fear crept over you, one so old and visceral you could feel it down to your very bones. Shudders wracked your body as you turned your eyes toward the sky, suddenly certain that you were being watched. But not just watched – no, you were being hunted.

At a loss for what else you could do, you renewed your efforts to alert Gwayne to the danger that you could feel but not yet see. You screamed until your voice was hoarse, but you were forced to watch in horror as Gwayne continued his conversation as though nothing was wrong, even flashing that charming smile that you knew and loved so well. It was just then that the other man finally noticed that something was wrong. He cast his eyes toward the sky as you had mere moments before, saying something to the gathered men. A wave of fear seemed to run through the horses, as there was a flurry of shifting hooves and nervous snorts. You could only watch in terror as realization washed over Gwayne’s face, twisting his handsome features into a terrifying expression of horror.

You screamed at him to run just as everything burst into motion, the horses tearing off across the plain toward the cover of the trees. You found yourself moving along with them, though you had no mount of your own. Instead, it was the same terrible invisible force, dragging you along, forcing you to watch as the scene unfolded before you.

And then you saw it: the dragon. It swooped down from the sky as though it had erupted into existence from nothing, filling the empty air with huge grey wings that seemed to blot out the sun. You screamed again, but this time without the intention of forming any coherent words – the noise that escaped your throat was an expression of the fear that was buried deep in your bones upon the sight of the creature. Its lean body shot across the plain toward the fleeing men with a kind of focus and intention that proved what you had thought from the beginning: the dragon was hunting. And worse than that, it was hunting Gwayne.

Voice rubbed raw from screaming, and realizing your cries to him did nothing anyway, you watched in terrible silence as his steed thundered across the ground, its legs eating up the distance as fast as it could. And yet the dragon gained. If this was some cruel trick played by the gods, you couldn’t think what you could possibly have done to deserve this kind of torment. You could do nothing but watch, utterly powerless, as Gwayne – your Gwayne – fled for his life, his beautiful face contorted into an expression of fear that cut you to the core like a knife to the stomach. You held your breath, fearing each moment would be the one when you were forced to watch your love be consumed by dragonfire, ending both his life and yours in one swift blow of unimaginable anguish and heartbreak from which you knew you would never recover. Just as you had resolved to try calling to him one last time �� if nothing else, to assure him of your love – the treeline broke around you and the horses cantered to a stop beneath the cover of the forest.

The world was still again, but the fear lingered. You could sense the dragon above you, even hear its thin, unearthly cries as it searched for its hidden quarry. Your eyes instantly found Gwayne, needing to make sure he had survived the ordeal. Indeed, he still sat upon his steed, and you watched his chest heave as he attempted to steady his breathing. The fear that still permeated the forest remained etched on his face as well, changing his features from those of the man you had courted and married to those of a young boy, trembling and horror-struck and so helpless and small.

You longed with every fiber of your being to run up to him and pull him into your arms, to feel his warm breath on your neck as he folded into your embrace. You ached to hold his face in your hands and wipe away the single lingering tear he likely didn’t even know was still glistening on his cheek. You yearned to kiss the terror away from his brow and his nose and his lips, to tell him he was safe – to tell him that you were here.

But you were trapped just feet from him, all these longings locked into your body as you pressed toward him as far as the strange invisible barrier would allow. You watched as the fear slowly faded from his face, his features once again becoming warm and familiar. You couldn’t help but smile as he seemed to return to himself somewhat. Turning to one of his companions, he opened his mouth to say something when both of their eyes snapped up to the sky, reacting to some sound you must not have heard. You followed their gaze, and didn’t even have a chance to scream as a column of fire descended from above, ready to devour you all.

You woke with a gasp. Your heart was pounding loudly enough that you could hear it in your ears, and you pushed yourself up into a sitting position as you struggled to calm your ragged breathing. The darkness in the room was soft, and your eyes adjusted slowly to your surroundings, only to find them all comforting and familiar – this was your room, your home. Instantly, you turned to your side, and let out a small sigh of relief when you saw Gwayne sleeping peacefully next to you. He was here, he was home, he was safe – you both were.

When your breathing had calmed back to a normal rate, you eased yourself back down under the covers, burrowing into his arms as he sleepily adjusted his position to accommodate you.

“Hmmm—is everything… alright?” he muttered, blinking his eyes open.

“Everything’s fine,” you assured him, “I just had a nightmare.”

He seemed to waken a little more at your words, propping himself up slightly on one arm as he reached the other hand out to stroke your cheek.

“Are you alright? Do you want to talk about it?” his voice was still thick with sleep, but you knew the questions were genuine.

“It was about you,” you reached up to cup his hand that still rested on your cheek, intertwining his fingers with yours. “And the dragon,” you added, your words barely above a whisper. Hearing his sharp intake of breath, you were certain he was reliving the memory himself, and instantly regretted your words.

“But it was nothing,” you hurried to assure him, “I just—I just wish I had been there. Or that I could have helped or—” you were distinctly aware that your jumbled words made very little sense, even to you. “I just felt so helpless,” you ended with a sigh. Gwayne watched you with soft eyes, his fingers squeezing yours in reassurance.

“You were there, though,” he responded, smiling gently, “and you did help.” You just stared at him incredulously, wondering if he was the one who was dreaming now. He read the question in your eyes with a small chuckle and disentangled his hand from yours, pushing himself up to sit.

Pressing a hand to his chest, his fingers found the chain of the necklace that he always wore. The charm was a delicate circle of beaten metal hanging from a simple coppery chain. You had bought it in the market one day when the two of you were still courting. The rich auburn sheen of the metal had reminded you of Gwayne’s hair, and you were determined to have it. The seller assured you that the little ring symbolized unending love and devotion – a never-ending cycle, an unbroken vow. You were doubtful that had been the original intention of the maker, but rather a ploy on the seller’s part to drive up the price after he realized you intended it as a gift for your beloved. Had it been that obvious how love-struck you were?

Regardless of whether it was intended or not, you liked the idea of the simple circle as a token of promise and loyalty, as well as a celebration of one of Gwayne’s most striking features. You had given it to him wrapped in a carefully-embroidered handkerchief when he had gallantly asked for your favor before a tourney. You cherished the memory of him asking you to help him put it on, and the fleeting touch of his skin and flaming hair you were able to steal as you clasped it around his neck. He won the tourney, and insisted that his victory was due at least in part to the precious charm you had given him, imbued with your affection and devotion. To your knowledge, he had never taken it off since.

Now, in the dim light of your shared chambers, he held the little ring out for you to see. It was slightly more battered now than it had been, and though its original shine was gone, it still seemed to glow with a warm coppery light. Reaching out, you took the small circle in your fingers, feeling all the tiny knicks and ridges it had acquired over time, each one of them proof of Gwayne’s promise to always return to you – an unbroken vow.

“See, you’re always with me, right here,” he gestured to the charm in your fingers. The feeling of the metal against your skin and the sweet memories that swirled through your mind caused tears to prick at the corners of your eyes, chasing away the lingering cobwebs of fear that the nightmare had spun. Gently, you released the ring and Gwayne’s fingers replaced yours on the circle, guiding it back to where it always sat on his chest, just above his heart. He pressed it there, emphasizing his words: “right here, right where you always have been – and always will be.”

Ducking your head away, you tried to hide the tears that were now threatening to slide down your cheeks as his words. But before you could wipe them on the sheets, Gwayne’s hand caught your chin, gently pulling him back to you, the rough pad of his thumb banishing the tears from your face. His eyes sparkled with affection and mirth, and you found yourself unable to stop yourself from echoing his smile.

“Hmmm… it’s more serious than I thought,” he said with mock-concern, tilting your face as though he was examining it, “you appear to be desperately and madly in love with me – a very serious condition indeed.”

You couldn’t help the laugh that spilled out of your mouth as you nudged him playfully, causing him to break into bright chuckles of his own. Your chest, which just moments ago had been compressed with terror, was now so full of love and happiness you were certain it might burst.

“And tell me, Ser Gwayne, what is the cure for this most dire of conditions?” you matched his tone of feigned worry as your laughter subsided.

“Hmmm,” he rubbed his chin thoughtfully, unable to hide the dimples forming on his cheeks, proof of his barely-suppressed smile, “perhaps marriage? I have heard many esteemed lords claim that the institution of matrimony is bound to cure an ailment such as yours.”

“Oh, but I fear I’ve tried that,” you exclaimed, “and it has only made my condition worse.”

“Then this is indeed one of the most serious cases I’ve ever seen.” He pondered for a moment, then his eyes lit up: “There is one more cure, but it’s risky. You could try true love’s kiss. One does read about those sorts of things working miracles after all.”

“What’s the risk?”

“The risk is that the kiss renders your condition utterly uncurable by any other means.” Gwayne’s lips tilted up into your favorite lopsided smile as he grinned at you, dimples glowing like twin suns, sending the delicate freckles on his face colliding into each other like falling stars.

“That’s a risk I’m more than willing to take,” you breathed as he reached out to cup your face and bring it close to his. You closed your eyes as your lips met in a burst of warm sunlight that seemed to fill your whole body with its radiance. You weren’t sure how long you remained pressed against him, feeling his heartbeat against your skin, his auburn locks twisted in your fingers, his necklace hanging between your entwined forms.

“Did it work?” he whispered when he finally pulled away, his forehead still resting against yours.

“No,” you responded happily, your fingers once again finding the thin metal of the little circular charm, “I fear I’m even more madly and desperately in love with you than before.” You met his eyes, finding them bright and soft and just as madly and desperately in love as you were certain yours were.

“Well, I like to think of myself as chivalrous, but I don’t think I can find it in myself to regret your condition,” he whispered, a teasing smile on his face as he reached a hand up to run his fingers through your hair.

“Nor can I,” you whispered back, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek.

He pulled you fully into his grasp then, maneuvering you both back under the covers without relinquishing his hold on you. You rested on his chest, head tucked under his chin as he wrapped both arms around you. Your fingers found his necklace, and you clasped it in your hand. He echoed your motion until both of your hands were intertwined around the metal circle, resting just above his heart. You could feel it beating against your skin, and you snuggled yourself even closer to him.

“This is what I imagine,” Gwayne said softly to the darkness, “when I’m on the road without you, and all I have is this small charm to remind me of what it feels like to rest in your embrace. This is what I dream of.” He pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead and squeezed your hand where it entwined with his on the necklace. “You’re always right here.”

“I’m always right here,” you echo, your words a promise, a vow.

“But thank the gods I don’t have to imagine right now,” you felt his words as his lips moved against your forehead, “because I am right here.” Gwayne wrapped his arms even more tightly around you, and you gladly tucked yourself further into his warm embrace. You felt yourself drifting back into a pleasant sleep in the comfort and safety of his arms. You heard his words echo softly in the gentle quiet of the room:

“I’m right here.”

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threepandas · 10 months ago

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Bad End: Kept Safe

[Art by Miu_A]

You ever give someone advice, knowing full well they aren't going to take it? Even AFTER they have begged and pleaded and WHINED at you, for hours, for it? Even after they poured their heart and soul out to you? And you, a good friend, carefully and tactfully, tried your best to help? LIKE THEY ASKED?

Ever find yourself the designated "run too dramatically weep in the arms off" friend?

I have.

It is hell. I am in hell.

This is my punishment for all those hours I spent reading and playing Otome Isekai junk instead of, I don't know, solving world hunger or something. Because it HAS to be. I am clearly being punished. Repeatedly. By some sort of petty, petty, anime God.

Fuck you too, buddy.

A fresh round of highly dramatic Protagonist sobbing peirces the air. Dear lord, she has a set of lungs on her, does she? It's like an air siren. But more... upset toddler. It was bizarre. I'd LIKED her as a character. I HAD. Bright and cheerful, determined with a good heart. She'd been a bit naive, yes, but she'd grown. Love had changed her for the better.

But THIS?

This was some middle school "he threw away my secret note, that I didn't sign, so that means he HATES MEEEEE~" bullshit. It went on and on and ON! God, it'd been MONTHS! Years!

I made friends with the Protagonist when we were in The Royal Academy. The story's setting. It SHOULD have finished by graduation. SHOULD. HAVE. But DID it? No! This nonsense had spilled into the COURT! The general population! Actual political factions were starting to get involved!

All because my "friend" COULDN'T PICK A MAN.

And she didn't listen. I tried. God, how I TRIED! No matter HOW I phrased "just fucking TALK to them" it didn't get through her dense fucking skull. I tried taking a break. To calm down. She HUNTED ME DOWN with her little Harem of political trainwrecks!

That poor port city STILL has yet to recover from the chaos they unleashed.

I don't... God, I don't even LIKE her anymore. I've just been reduced to her HANDLER. Forced into girlish tea parties devoid of any taste, because no one ELSE will come. Followed by winces and pitying looks by every lady in all of polite society. The sacrifice to keep HER distracted, lest her gaurd dogs decide its a good idea to do something unhinged again.

It's exhausting.

I'm not even listening.

She seems to have worked through her usual cycle of "cry, mope, what about meeeee~, then I going to go be Plucky at them! Tee Hee~♡!". Good, good. You go have fun, you little train wreck. I'm going to go find an actual ADULT to hide behind.

I have my maids change me out of an outfit that, frankly? I am too old for. I am not sixteen. We are not GIRLS, for the heaven's sake. We are WOMEN. It was a cute outfit. I enjoyed wearing it, back when I was physically young enough that it was appropriate. But even THEN... that's the down side of the whole "isekai" thing.

You keep your mental age.

Everyone around you? INFANTS. Fresh faced babies. You are being flirted with by fourteen year olds and? It is DISGUSTING. They can never be anything more then "cute kids" to you. The characters you once thirsted over? Reduced to actual, living, breathing, pre-schoolers.

There's no going back after that. I'll NEVER unsee it. Can only continue to age, even as they simply... grow up. And then? When they started behaving like FOUR YEAR OLDS? Forget it! I'm beginning to share my parents fears I may die single.

At least I have a refuge. A place of SANITY and SENSE.

I grab the imported wine I had purchased. I'd noticed him drink it before on special occasions. Found a tea seller that was willing to also bring some back. Mother LOVED the tea and my friend was going to love the wine, I could just tell.

Cautiously poking my head out of the guest apartments i was staying in, I checked the hall. Left. Right. Left. Thank god. No Protagonist in sight, she hasn't come back yet. Better hurry though.

I walk fast and keep close to the wall. Ducking into alcoves at every new female voice. Passing servants, Nobles, and the occasional Knight either murmur what they know of Protagonist's last known location or politely pretend not to see me. For anyone else, this would be scandalous behavior. For ME? Well... everyone knew EXACTLY why I was being driven to such extremes.

I thankfully reached the governance wing unmolested. It was far quite and none of the pack of fools ever really set foot here. Not ever the ones who were SUPPOSED to be busy learning their future roles as leaders of this country. God, I could only hope the third prince somehow quietly pulls a coup.

Not that I'd SAY that.

The gaurds don't even bother to announce me, I'm here so often. Merely opening the door. I maintain my decorum none the less. JUST long enough for the doors to finally close and I am able to drop my social mask like whipping of my bra after a long day. Oh thank fuuuuuuck. FREEDOM!

A familiar chuckle, like incense smoke, wafts from the second floor of the office.

"Oh my~, so tired?" My friend muses, his voice that ever lilting purr. I hear him closing whatever heavy tome he's currently studying. "And so early in the DAY! Was it the little nuisance again? Surely she must have SOMETHING better to do?"

Gently putting the wine I'm gifting him on his desk, I then throw up my arms. You would THINK! Wouldn't you?! It's an old complaint. And frankly? I'm glad he still let's me vent about it. It HAS to get old. Yet? He let's me complain anyway.

I met the, roughly translated, "Keeper Of The Shield" at one of the Crown Prince's many ridiculous parties. I was dragged along as Protagonist's plus one. Because GOD FORBID she bring one of her suitors! That might lean towards CHOICE! Can't have THAT!

It was an overly dramatic, gaudy, slow motion trainwreck from beginning to end. I? Got very, VERY drunk. I knew I shouldn't. It was wildly inappropriate. But I was HORRIFIED. Hid near the balconies and drank to forget. Contemplating jumping.

Was likely the only one there my age NOT in ten layers of bows and fabric flowers. It was probably why Crevan decide to talk to me. That and the look of abject suffering. He informed that, sadly, the balconies were locked. But if I planned to maim my self to escape, he could probably boost me up enough to reach the upper windows.

I choked on my drink and guffawd like an idiot. It was SUPER flattering. Very pretty. And honestly? The best conversation I'd had in YEARS. He was droll. Witty. Snarky. In just as much hell as I was. We gleefully narrated the drama playing out before us in as cutting a manner as possible. Grown adults, government officals! Behaving like fucking CHILDREN.

Only after, did I learn I had been chatting with the equivalent of the minister of the Defense. THE commander of our nation's defensive forces. All of them. Knights, army, spies. All of it. And the poor man had been dragged from his desk to play party prop by a glorified teenager. I was horrified. Appalled. Fucking OUTRAGED to learn that it was just... normal!

This country was a nightmare! Otome games are HELL. Lacey, sparkly HELL!!!

But at least I had Crevan to keep me sane. He was always willing to listen. Advise when he could. We had HOPED that Protagonist would start maturing... I'd even mentioned it, but it just seemed like she back slid again and again! Trapping me. Isolating me! Ruining my chances to move ON and have a LIFE!

I don't know what went wrong! Is it me? Am I too hand holdy? It's starting to destabilize the country! Not that the royal family even seems to notice! God no, if it weren't for Crevan, the whole PLACE would have collapsed!

I flop down on my couch. Technically it's not "mine", but honestly? He's fooling no one. The man barely had ANY guest furniture before we became friends. It's totally my couch. (He even got a tea table for us, the softy.)

"Oh? A gift? How thoughtful, dear~" It's only months of friendship that keep from jumping these days. I should get that man a BELL. "Would you like some?"

I can't help but huff a laugh. He always looks to PLEASED when he gets the jump on someone. Startles them. A mischievous asshole, that one. Touchy, too. Forever cupping my cheek or earnestly taking my hand. Patting my head. Guiding me by the elbow or shoulder. He has so few friends... I am certain he is touch starved.

A thought occurs to him, as he pours two cups. A sly grin stretching across his face as he turns to offer me a cup. The wine's scent mixes, burning and delicate, with the ever present smells of incense and his favorite herbal cigarettes. Blurring the senses and relaxing. It's a pretty strong drink.

"You KNOW... it just occurs to me! Darling, if you want to avoid that pest? Why not spend the day HERE? I'd love to have you. " his voice becomes low and serious for a moment, almost catching me off gaurd, bouncing back before I can really think about it. "You could trash my shelves again! Camp out on my couches! It'll be like a little party~ Just you and me! Not a care in the world. You won't have to worry a single thing~"

He grins, glasses catching the light, toothy like the old scheming fox he is.

"I'll keep you nice and safe~"

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babyblankyerror · 1 month ago

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Stanford glanced outside, and had to pause at the scene unfolding before him. There was what he could only describe as the largest, and most disheveled Raven he had seen in his life attempting to flee from a group of gnomes.

The key word here being 'attempting". the thing looked like it was trying to hop, run, and scramble on all fours simultaneously, despite it lacking the arms necessary to do so. its feathers were patchy, and the ones it did have possessed a dull color, sticking every which way. it was unclear whether the missing feather patches had been caused by the gnomes or by poor health. more than likely the former, the things had the tendency to hunt like raccoons. Stanford briefly wondered if this had any effects on their diets.

he was jostled out of his musings however, when the head gnome took a leap and managed to get a mouth full of tail feathers. the Raven, which had been mostly just letting out the occasional caw in its hurry to escape, SHRIEKED as they were ripped out. the cry, quick and sharp (and slightly familiar?), both rattled his eardrums and sprung him into action.

"HEY!" He yelled, "Leave that alone!" running out the door, waving his arms at the pack of little men. when he got close enough he reached down and scooped the corvid up into his arms, pinning its wing against his body.

"hey look man we're just trying to eat here!" said the one that had ripped the feathers out. "yeah it's just a bird!" agreed a few behind him. "plus we've been chasing it for like an hour!"

Stanford glared at the group, "Well go find something else to eat, ravens are intelligent, social creatures that deserve to be treated with respect!" he lectured.

"whatever man, are you really not gonna let us eat it?"

"NO!" he shouted before turning on his heel and marching back to his house, slamming the door behind him. "Moses they get on my nerves." he mutters as he meanders further inside. The Raven squirms against his chest, talons catching on the fabric of his shirt.

"Ay yes," Stanford says as unhooks the claws and lifts the bird to his face "Now what to do with you?"

The Raven stares back, large dark eyes reflecting his, and caws.

this gave me such brain worms I HAD to write something (btw sorry for any spelling/ format issues I'm doing this on mobile.) anyhow, enjoy! :}

Hey no- come back and reveal yourself beautiful anon, I love this.

I love this so much TToTT poor Staven all hurt and missing his beautiful shiny feathers NOOOO

Also??? The gnomes chasing a bird for like an hour??? Dedication.

I imagine him giving the softest of "caw" like he's trying to use his inside voice with Ford at the end. I love this I love this- I'm-

#cooked just for me #gravity falls #stanley pines #raven!stan #its a thing now #stan pines #fanfic #drabble

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hyperions-light · 8 days ago

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@datvcompanionweeks Bellara Week 2025 Day 7: Free Day!

Want to say a huge thank you to @flowersforthemachines, who did a fantastic job modding the event this week! Thank you for all of your incredible hard work, and for sharing your love for Bellara <3

I did end up with Bellara & Davrin (with Implications) but I hope you still enjoy ! <3

"Bellara!"

She pokes her head out from behind the tower of blankets she's carrying to see Davrin standing in front of an aravel, Assan beside him.

"Davrin!" she says, dumping her burden on the ground and rushing over to hug him excitedly. "And Assan! What are you two doing here?"

"Assan was visiting his brothers and sisters. Thought I'd stop by and see if you needed help," he says, eyes following a large group of city elves.

"Oh, we definitely do!" she catches another Veil Jumper hurrying past with an armful of camping equipment and relieves them of it. "Here! You take this, and we'll go over and set up the temporary camp on the other side of the river. Another group from Ostwick arrived this morning!"

He takes the awkwardly shaped assortment of of poles and canvas, and follows Bellara's stack of blankets down the incline to the bank near the owl statue, which has thankfully been cleared of poisonous plantlife.

"You sure this is the best place? It's pretty exposed."

"Oh, we'll have guards on them for tonight, and then tomorrow we can find somewhere better! It's just been so busy, with all the new arrivals, we're still trying to sort out the best places for housing."

Bellara immediately sets to work setting up a tent, the surety and speed of her hands speaking to recent practice. Davrin does the same— although his own efforts are hampered by Assan's curious pawing at everything.

"Are there enough city elves for a settlement, already?" he wonders.

It's a long way from the south— he hadn't expected word to travel so quickly.

"Some of them are from the city! But a lot of clans have people who want to stay, too."

He pauses, hands stilling in the middle of a knot.

"Huh. I guess they would. It's strange to think about."

"It'll take a little getting used to," Bellara agrees, draping the canvas over the top of the frame. "But it'll be nice, I think! To have somewhere to come home to, you know?"

"Are you staying?" he says, surprised.

He doesn't know why he imagined she wouldn't. They've all been in the Lighthouse less frequently, in recent days— everyone needed for different parts of the cleanup. It makes sense she'd want a place of her own. But it's… uncomfortable, in a way. To think he wouldn't be able to find her easily.

"Yeah!" she says, beaming. "Or, I'm thinking about it, at least. I know Rook will still need our help, but with the eluvians I don't think it'll be a problem."

She crawls into the newly constructed tent, arranging the bedroll.

"Have you thought about it?" she asks, poking her head out. "Staying here, I mean. You'd be welcome."

His immediate thought is denial— his place is with the Wardens. He has a purpose; a duty to fulfill. But he stops, before he answers.

There are other things to consider, now, especially with the Wardens' purpose changing. What might be best for Assan, for one thing. And, maybe… what he wants, too.

"I haven't," he says. "But I might."

"We could really use your help!" Bellara says, eyes shining excitedly. "With all of the camping and hunting. There's still a lot of monsters around here you could fight, too— oh, and Assan could see his family all the time!"

"That's true," he concedes, sitting in the entrance to his newly-finished tent. "But I don't know if it'd be the right choice for me. Coming here feels like I'd be abandoning my oath."

"But there won't be any more Blights, right?" Bellara says, crossing her legs in front of her. "So the Wardens are going to have to find something else to do, now. You could be a protector! Like Assan's family."

She puts out a hand, and Assan runs up to rub against it, squawking happily.

The idea is appealing. There's still Blight left, of course, but it is receding, and Davrin's never had any special ability to sense or understand it, like Antoine. He doesn't know how much help he can be to them, going forward.

And he's been thinking, recently, of home. Wondering if his clan would want to see him— what they'd think of Assan. If they'd be proud of him.

"It seems like you really want me to stay," he says, raising his eyebrows questioningly.

She looks away, fiddling with the tiny river rocks before her feet.

"Why?"

"Well, you have a lot of experience with living outside of a clan," she says quickly, precisely; like she's rehearsed her reasons. "And there are a lot of city elves coming here, so there could be problems— culturally, I mean. You could help us understand each other better. And the Arlathvhen's coming up, and all the hahren have been asking me things about Elgar'nan and Ghilan'nain— because they're going to discuss what we want to do now, about the religious stuff— and it would be really great to have someone else here who saw them and could answer questions. And I miss…"

She stops. Her eyes dart up, nervously. She looks away.

"Me? Assan?"

"Both of you," she says, quietly. She rubs against some dirt on the sole of her boot. "I mean, I miss everyone, but I just— I feel like I don't know what I'm doing half the time. Everyone keeps asking me my opinion about what we should do with the Archive, and the vallaslin, and the gods, and I just feel like I'm… faking it, or something? They see me as an expert, just because I was there, and I don't really have any answers."

"And you think I do?" Davrin asks, mildly incredulous. "We saw the same things, Bellara."

"I know! But you… I don't know, you always seem so confident. Sometimes I don't even feel like what happened to us was real. Even if you don't always agree with me, it would be nice to have someone else who was there, who… understands."

"I don't know why," she says, a melancholy to her voice, "but I feel so… lonely, sometimes. There are so many people here— I know it doesn't make any sense."

He thinks of how often he's found himself alone after mealtime, recently. Just Assan for company.

Things are different, now, in a way he can't define. He's different.

"I know what you mean," he tells her. "There's no going back, for us."

"Yes!" she says. "It's like they're living in a different place, or something. People ask me to tell them what happened like it's… just another story. Like it never happened to anyone."

She's quiet, for a moment. Looks back toward the trees.

"If you don't want to stay, I'm not trying to make you, or anything," she says. "But if you're looking for something to so, somewhere to go… well, I guess I'm asking."

She turns back to look at him, the same resolve in her eyes he saw during the battle with Elgar'nan.

"No, I am asking. I miss you, and I want you here. I want… you make me feel safe, Davrin. Grounded."

She pauses for a moment, hands worrying the edge of her boot.

"Is that weird to say?" she asks before he can reply. "It's weird, isn't it? I'm sorry, I shouldn't have—"

"Stop," he says, raising a hand.

He falls silent, thinking about his response.

"I don't know what I'm going to do, yet," he tells her. He sees her face fall, slightly. "I have to talk with Antoine and Evka. But if they don't need me… I think I'd like to stay. It'd be good to be… home."

She smiles. Hugs him, again. Hums, the rest of the time they spend at the camp, together. As they walk back to the camp she runs out ahead of him with Assan, chasing him and being chased, in turn.

She looks back at him, and there's something in her eyes that makes him wonder if there's another reason she wants him to stay. Something she doesn't know how to say, yet.

Something else to discover in Arlathan, perhaps.

#bellaraweek2025 #bellara lutare #bellara dragon age #datv bellara #dragon age #veilguard #davrin #dragon age the veilguard

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a-dauntless-daffodil · 9 months ago

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Angel Dust: "How come Niffty put ME in the angel kill on sight group and not YOU, toots?!"

Vaggie: "No idea. Maybe she just likes me better?"

Niffty: "STAB STAB STAB!"

Vaggie: "Or uh, likes you better. So much she want's to stab you."

Niffty: "STABSTABSTABSTABSTAB-"

Angel Dust: "Niff- DOWN! Sheesh! Go look to ya right- go get Vag-gay over there!"

Niffty: (giggling) "ANGEL STAB! ANGEL STAB!!!"

Angel Dust: "GEEZE! Like sure my name's Angel an' whatever, but I ain't an angel?? I don't even got the wings for it! YOU look jus' like an extra bitch with your wings and eye so what the fuck! What gives!!"

Vaggie: "Wow... That's, actually a good question, Angel Dust."

Angel Dust: "YEAH WELL WHAT'S THE ANSWER MY GRIP ON THE RAILIN'S SLIPPING!!!"

Vaggie: "Hey Niffty? Why are you hunting him and not me?"

Niffty: "Charlie told me not to~"

Vaggie: "She told you not to... what?"

Niffty: "Hunt you like an ANGEL! Because of the TRAUMA, right??"

Vaggie: "Uhh, the-"

Niffty: "You're already SUFFERING and if I stabbed YOU for being an angel you'd just feel lame and sad and boooo like you deserved it even though you don't. BLEGH!" (pouts) (sticks out tongue) "Boooooring!"

Vaggie: "Yeah?" (smiling) "Charlie said that, huh."

Niffty: "She's so nice~ She didn't want me to waste my time~"

Vaggie: "Yeah. She. She really is the nicest person ever."

Niffty: (SIGH) "I guess you two match. You're not a very good BAD GIRL are you? Even with having been an exorcist! What a WASTE!"

Charlie: (hugging gf from behind) "I know right? I love hugging her around the middle! She has a very lovely everything!"

Niffty: "NO!!!! NOT WHAT I MEANT!"

Vaggie: "Waste as in wasted bad girl potential, babe, not hug zones."

Charlie: "Oh!"

Niffty: "A tragedy." (heaves sigh) "Oh well..."

Niffty: (turns) (lifts knife) (Grins) "Ohhhh Angellll Dusssst~"

Angel Dust: (SCREAMING)

Vaggie: (softly) "Charlie..?"

Charlie: "I don't think she can really reach him up there... Hm?"

Vaggie: "Thanks. The... the angel thing..."

Charlie: "Shhh." (squeezes) "You are NOT the stabable kind of angel. Even Niffty gets that. See?"

Chaggie: (watches a gleeful knife waving niffty bouncing around under a terrified and dangling angel dust)

Charlie: ".... um."

Vaggie: "Damn she's catching air."

Charlie: "And Angel Dust's grip is a bit less than I thought it'd be. Do you think you should maaaaybe use your pretty angel wings to save him?"

Vaggie: "Fuck no. Let Husk do it."

Charlie: "Husk??? Why would Husk be the one to-"

Vaggie: (pats charlie's hand) "You've got your ships babe and I've got mine."

Charlie: "Oh please- I kow you think Pentious being sweet on Cherri is cute too! I've HEARD you give him tips!"

Vaggie: "Those? Just survival tactics."

Charlie: "More like how to survive liking a girl tactics."

Vaggie: "Well I guess me and you are in the same boat there anyway... Aren't we?"

Charlie: "A ship not a boat and always, Vaggie. Always."

Angel Dust: "WILL YA SAPPHICS STOP CUDDLIN' AND WHISPERIN' SWEET NOTHIN'S AND HELP ME!?"

Niffty: "ARE YOU AN ANGEL CAKE??? ARE YOU DONE? LET ME STAB YOU AND FIND OUT!!!"

Vaggie: "...."

Charlie: "So where's his Husk in shining armor?"

Vaggie: "Sloshed armor. I never said it was a good otp, sweetie."

Charlie: "I'll check the bar. You?"

Vaggie: "Will make sure Angel Dust doesn't end the night with more holes than he started with."

Charlie: "I'm gonna miss hugging you the entire time I'm gone~"

Vaggie: "Me too. Hurry or I'll leave our porn star to his fate."

Angel Dust: "OH FOR FUCKS SAKE LET GO ALREADY!"

Niffty: "You FIRST!!! MUWAHAHAH!"

Charlie: (slowly letting go) "The things we do for our friends..."

Vaggie: "Hey, look on the bright side. We can have another heartfelt make out session once we're meet back up again."

Charlie: "-HUUUUSSSK WHERE ARE YOU? FUCKING WAKE UP! THERE ARE ROMANTIC EVENT FLAGS GOING OFF ALL OVER THE DAMN PLACE AND I WANNA KISS MY GIRLFRIEND! HuUUUSK!!!!!!!!"

#hazbin hotel #vaggie #niffty hazbin hotel #angel dust hazbin hotel #chaggie #charlie morningstar #incorrect quotes #charlie “omg i can finally do something about my gf's shitty mental health! YIPEEE!!!” morningstar

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brights-place · 3 months ago

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⋆˚࿔ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝟏‼ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ Read The full book on my wattpad

๋࣭ ⭑ ❝ 𝐑𝐚𝐦𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞 ❞𝜗𝜚˚⋆

[Name] 'Raven' Queen

"I want to choose my own happily ever after"

"I don't seem to get this place at all... its nothing like ever after high and the people here too I tell you these guys act like kids especially snooping into my own story! Plus its better if they don't know I'm the daughter of one of the people they idolise they'd flip their crowns if they find out!" - [Name] To Grim

Grim 'The Great' "I'm gonna let you be my minion lucky you!"

"Brothers Grim? Were your headmasters last name? Heh! Of course the Great Grims name must have been spread even towards your universe!!" - To [Name]

A monster who aspires to be a great mage. He will eat anything and everything, and his tendency to get carried away often gets him and the main character into trouble.

๋࣭ ⭑ ❝ 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐛𝐲𝐮𝐥 ❞𝜗𝜚˚⋆

Riddle Rosehearts "If you refuse to obey the queens rules, you understand what will happen right?"

"I remind you of your friend..? Hmph.. I'd rather you be reminded of me and not someone else- oh they also enjoy rules and MY! They are the future queen of hearts?! Tell me more" - To [Name]

Housewarden of Heartslabyul. A serious-minded student who firmly upholds the rules written by the Queen of Hearts. While a top student, he is easily angered and just as strict with others as he is with himself.

Trey Clover "Just the one I wanted to see! Would you help me paint the roses red?"

"You know how to bake because of a friend of yours? Ehe thats actually cute and sweet maybe you should come around more I'd love the extra pair of hands if you'd want" - To [Name]

Vice Housewarden of Heartslabyul. Mild-mannered, he acts as a parental figure for the dorm's students, and is frequently left to smooth things over when Riddle's strictness gets out of hand.

Cater Diamond "Play Croquet with me"

"EH?! YOU DON'T HAVE MAGICAM- oh it's called my chapter? BUT YOU DONT POST ON IT-?! Oh my Seven... LET ME JUST SHOW YOU" - To [Name]

Casual and carefree, this expert room-reader is often called on to mediate between others. He's always on top of the latest trends, and has an exhaustive familiarity with social media in all its forms.

Deuce Spade "Hurry up. We'll lose our heads if were late to the tea party"

"Your so strong and pretty my mum would love to meet you- I mean ahem thanks for helping us out even though you didn't need to thanks alot" - To [Name]

An earnest young man who enrolled at Night Raven College with the singular aim of becoming a respectable mage. He tries as hard as he can in his schoolwork, but he can be slow on the uptake, and his grades suffer as a result.

Ace Trappola "Stop Spacing out. You wanna get lost in a rose maze?"

"In my defense, your honour, I simply did not vibe with the law... YOU CANT SAY ANYTHING [Name] YOU TECHNICALLY STARTED A REVOLUTION with your whole rebel thing from where your from!" - To [Name]

A quick learner with an upbeat personality and a mischievous streak. Since he and Deuce are both Heartslabyul freshmen in the same class, they regard one another with amicable antagonism.

๋࣭ ⭑ ❝ 𝐒𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐰 ❞𝜗𝜚˚⋆

Leona Kingscholar "Honestly, most of your life's decided for you from the moment you're born. There's no point in workin hard"

"Dragon games? Hah... sounds weird if that horned bastard heard of it he'd start thundering... Hey herbivore lets do a 1V1 just for fun I know from the savana the females enjoy the hunt so maybe you would too with how strong you are" - To [Name]

Housewarden of Savanaclaw. Perpetually effort-averse, his immense magical ability contrasts with his lazy demeanor. Given his position as the secondborn prince in his homeland, he treats others with an imperious attitude.

Ruggie Bucchi "You're pretty brave, Stepping foot into our territory shyeheehee"

"Why'd I bowed to you when you weren't looking...? And why did I avoid you- uhm ITS NOTHING anyways you gonna eat that donut shishishi" - To [Name]

A long-suffering runt who spends most of his time cleaning up Leona's messes, both literally and figuratively. Raised in a poor environment, he gets downright shameless when it comes to food.

Jack Howl "If you're scared tuck your tail and get outta here. I'm more then enough for them on my own"

"You have a friend who would of loved to race me? Huh never thought I'd hear that... I do like the thought of you cheering me on though *coughs and looks away*" - To [Name]

A stern student focused on self-betterment. He's the kind of misfit who hates acting buddy-buddy with others, but still respects the pecking order.

๋࣭ ⭑ ❝ 𝐎𝐜𝐭𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞 ❞𝜗𝜚˚⋆

Azul Ashengrotto "Come this way. We musn't lurk in doorways. It's rude"

"Your giving me this coin...? Why would you give me a coin form your world- ah don't take it it's now collateral for the contract now *stares at coin with slight sparkly eyes*" - To [Name]

Housewarden of Octavinelle. He runs a café on campus and makes it a point to gather information in all forms. His benevolent demeanor belies an extremely calculating personality.

Jade Leech "If you have a problem we can help you"

"My you have large of magic yet you hid all of that from us? My how sad *sniff* we're just here to help poor unfortunate souls. You could come help us too in the monstro lounge... why not? Are you afraid you'd might enjoy it there? Angelfish you shouldn't be afraid to visit" - To [Name]

Vice Housewarden of Octavinelle and twin brother to Floyd. He is soft-spoken and courteous to everyone he deals with.

Floyd Leech "C'mere. I'll give you a nice, tight squeeze"

"Oyyy shrimpy... Professor beakfish said we'd be Partners for this thing ehe~! Hey why dont we ditch so you and I can just go around! TOO LATE! Were going~!! Oh your hands are soft... hm" - To [Name]

Twin brother to Jade. His mood swings make it hard to predict what he'll say or do next. He likes to call others by odd pet names.

๋࣭ ⭑ ❝ 𝐒𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐚❞𝜗𝜚˚⋆

Kalim Al-Asim "You'll liven things up. I'd know; I'm an excellent judge of character!"

"Habibi! You should try these biscuits! Oh and this and- huh-? Oh okay you dont need to eat a-lot but you can sit by me the whole time I'd love to tell stories about where I'm from if you tell me about this Ever after high thing!" - To [Name]

Housewarden of Scarabia. Born into vast wealth, he is a generous boy who always has a smile on his face. He's grown up with Jamil since a young age, and considers him a brother in all but blood.

Jamil Viper "Could you be a diamond in the rough?"

"Here let me just move this for you, and please dont worry your guests I dont see an issue on helping you out- is that a bug... *runs out of the room and slams the door shut leaving Grim inside* Ahem... That room belongs to the bug now" - To [Name]

Vice Housewarden of Scarabia. Born into a family that has served Kalim's family for generations, he has spent the better part of his childhood and later life being subjected to Kalim's carefree whims.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤 / 𝐍𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 【Hexes & Hushes — MASTERLIST】

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nmakii · 1 year ago

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Hii! Hear me out on this, right, Alastor (in your current yandere husband au) has one-on-one bonding with our lovely Noah. (I have a cat named Noah...lowkey imagining him here.) Idk what dads do with kids but for the sake of plot I'm going to call it hunting. Reader is sitting quietly as Noah tells her all about his day in the forest and how he got to see his food before it was his food! She starts thinking that no amount of nurture can overpower someone's nature. Reader doesn't hate her son...but she's just worried and is trying her best, because in her mind, she's still a single mom and always will be. (Rightfully so) Alastor is egging this on and almost trying to get reader to lose it in front of Noah, to prove something. Other things ! Alastor is def not happy with one kid lmao. Seven years is a long age gap...better hurry up! He wants his Emilia....not because his mother is asking for it or anything like it! Speaking of his mother...god rest her soul man...i lowkey would just marry him for her to be my legal mother (in-law). Rip mom...fly high girl... (Ps, can i please hug you platonically, i literally love you and your writing so much. Please remember that you've made so many cool things and will continue to make cool things no matter which path you go. Love you girly (gn), a little more than Alastor's mom) - Charry Anon

WE’RE GONNA FLY AWAY FROM HERE

[before you read this, read the rest of the story!]

— the more and more alastor influences your son, the more he becomes just like his father. but, why stop at just one child?

— i love u i will make MORE yandere alastor bc hes now my fave

you hated this house. no matter how much alastor tried to hide it, the subtle scent of blood reeked from all over this house.

you oh, so desperately wanted to run away— hop on a train all the way to long island. but, it isn’t so simple anymore. you had a son to think of, a son who’s growing scarily closer to his father.

the thought of hurting noah might have never crossed alastor’s mind, but he wasn’t above threatening it to bring you back home. and above all that, you couldn’t leave him alone with this wolf.

and so, you stayed.

“and then, papa told me to stay quiet… and he shot the turkey! papa took me to his butcher room and showed how get the yummy turkey meat! y’know mama, papa has lots of meat in his butcher room.” your son rambled on, kneeling on a stool by the kitchen counter as you prepare for dinner. “lots of meat, you say?” you raised an eyebrow. “…that sounds really fun, baby.” you sighed.

it’s only been a month since he forced you back. and, noah’s already calling alastor ‘papa’. he tainted your sweet boy’s mind— ‘mama lied to you, she wanted to keep you all to herself. she’s really selfish, but then again, i can’t blame her!’

and, you couldn’t protest. if you did, if you broke the rose-tinted filter alastor created— he would hurt you. not physically, alastor is still a ‘gentleman’. he’d hurt you mentally, break your little mind until you can’t do anything but nod your head.

alastor would never strike his hand on noah. after all, deep down, there’s some part of him that’s still in love with you, albeit in his own twisted way. and, noah is apart of you, alastor couldn’t bear to hurt him, not unless he’s misbehaving…

“mama, can we have the turkey we hunted for dinner?!” noah asked excitedly, slamming his hands against the counter over and over again. “sure, baby… but, remember before..? you got in trouble with mr. yee because you released all his chickens…” you asked, quite desperate. this little boy, the one who finds hunting fun. he is nothing like the one who wanted to become vegan after he found out where chicken comes from, despite failing because of his love for chicken burgers.

“yeah, but papa showed me how fun hunting is!” he squealed. at the mention of papa, alastor laughed, carrying noah from behind, tickling his belly as he kissed your little boy’s head. “talking to mama about our little trip, huh?” alastor grinned.

“ah, alastor… dinner will be ready in a half hour.” you glared at him. “no worries, my love. it just means that i have a half hour to play with our beautiful son!” he smugly said. he saw the hatred in your eyes the moment he said ‘our’.

he was trying to make you lose your shit. make you seem like a hysterical woman. that way, if you even tried to divorce him, noah would be left in his care. now that you were older and wiser, you wouldn’t play into his little trap.

“alright, you two have fun.” you begrudgingly smiled. alastor’s eyes widened, showing his shock for just one split second. alastor nudged noah, “go on for a second. papa wants to talk with mama.”

oh god, what now?

once noah left, alastor went behind you, straddling your waist. “what is it, alastor?” you groaned. “i want another child, darling” he whispered against your ear. “i visited my mother with noah last week, she adored him, my love. she said she’d adore a granddaughter this time. she even picked out a name, emilia.” he rambled on. “as much as i love your mother, i don’t want another child, alastor.” you hissed out.

“oh, but it’s not just my mother, dear. little noah also wants a little brother or sister of his own.” at the thought of a little sister for noah, it would keep him busy, away from alastor, wouldn’t it? he’d gain those brotherly instincts that are so reminiscent of the soft hearted boy you raised.

“…alright…” you frowned. alastor’s grip on your hips tightened as he pressed kisses onto your neck. “good girl.” your head leaned back as you melted into his touch. as much as you didn’t want to, the warm sensation of his soft lips on your skin was to die for. “after dinner, darling.” he grinned, finally leaving you alone.

what had you done to be forsaken with this monster?

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel #alastor #alastor x reader #alastor hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel alastor #hasbin alastor #alastor hazbin x reader #alastor hc #alastor headcanons #human alastor #alastor the radio demon #yandere alastor #yandere hazbin hotel #yandere

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alastxrs · 1 year ago

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appears

hey

what about a reader meeting Kazuha again once the vision hunt decree is over?

have a milo picture

𝐌𝐘 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆, 𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐕𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐃!

❝𝐇𝐄'𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐃! 𝐊𝐀𝐄𝐃𝐄𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐊𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐇𝐀!❞

Those words leaving his father's lips were the loudest thing in the room then.

His (E/C) colored eyes widened as he stared at the older man.

It was the day after the news of the vision hunt degree was over, his grasp on his own vision as the view of the whole world was completely gone.

Kazuha....was back? For good?

"I have to go but I promise, I'll be back," Kazuha whispered as he hugged the other boy briefly before pecking him on the forehead. "Stay safe."

And just like that, he was out of the house in a flash.

He needed to see his lover.

He had to see that it was true that he was back.

Y/N dashed through the narrow streets of Inazuma, his heart pounding with a mixture of relief and worry. The chaos of the recent events had left him feeling drained and exhausted, but one thought kept driving them forward: finding Kazuha.

They had been separated during the chaos of the vision hunt decree, each forced to fend for themselves in the face of danger. Y/N had managed to escape with his life and the soldiers hadn't taken his vision, but his thoughts had been consumed by the safety of his partner.

Finally, he spotted him in the distance, standing alone on a quiet street corner. Relief flooded through Y/N as he hurried towards him, his footsteps echoing against the cobblestones.

"Kazuha!" the (H/C) haired male called out, his voice filled with urgency and relief.

Kazuha turned at the sound of his voice, his expression softening into a smile as he caught sight of Y/N. Relief flickered in his eyes as he stepped forward to meet him, his hand reaching out to grasp the other boy's hands.

"I'm so glad you're safe," Y/N said, their voice catching in their throat.

"I could say the same for you," Kazuha replied, his voice gentle and reassuring. "I was worried when I couldn't find you."

They stood there for a moment, their hands clasped together in silent solidarity. The chaos of the vision hunt decree had brought them closer together, forging a bond that felt unbreakable.

"Are you okay?" Y/N asked, his eyes scanning Kazuha's face for any signs of injury.

His hands let go of the others to gently caress the anemo user's cheeks.

"I'm fine," Kazuha reassured him with a small smile. "Just relieved that it's all over."

Y/N nodded as a weight lifted off his shoulders at the sound of Kazuha's voice. They had been through so much together, but somehow, they always managed to find their way back to each other.

As they stood there, bathed in the soft light of the setting sun, Y/N felt a sense of peace wash over them. They may have faced danger and uncertainty, but as long as Y/N had Kazuha by his side, he knew they could weather any storm.

"Now that you are here...."

A hand slapped the back of Kaedehara's head as the other boy glared at him. "WHAT THE ABSOLUTE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?!" he yelled at him not caring about the eyes that were on them still. "Going against the Raiden Shogun, ARE YOU MAD?!"

Kazuha stared at Y/N before chuckling and wrapping his arms around the other's smaller waist. "Haha, oh how I've missed you." he spoke softly. "Still the same, Wildflower."

A small blush formed on the other Inazuman's cheeks as he looked away.

"You just wanted to see me blush, didn't you?"

"Of course I did! I haven't seen you in a year..."

"You are lucky I love you."

"And I love you more, my Wildflower."

#x male reader #genshin impact #kazuha x reader #kazuha x male reader #kazuha x y/n #genshin x male reader #male readery only #x reader #male reader #kazuha kaedehara #genshin x reader #beidou #raiden shogun MENTIONED #no smut #mainly fluff

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eldritch-spouse · 1 year ago

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Someone who for whatever reason wants to get eaten by Vorticia and so goes to the gluttony ring hoping to find her. They by some miracle get to interact with her but when they beg her to eat them she’s like “lol no,” because it turns out they’re her match

[This is fucking hilarious. Fem reader.]

TW: Macro/micro themes; Vore.

Tightly tied to a chair, you can hear them talk behind the kitchen doors.

" You're telling me you just found this one trying to break into the premises?! " The short imp you've only caught glimpses of so far sounds exasperated.

" Yes... " The much taller demon with a dark mane replies. " She wasn't very successful, but I'm fairly certain her goal was to get caught. "

" And she said she wants to get eaten. " It's not even a question.

" By mother. Specifically her. "

There's a beat of silence.

" Vorago. You can't expect me to present a fetishist to your mother. That is ridicu- "

" Is it? I would much prefer if my meals walked directly into the plate. " The prince counters. " You're doing the poor thing a favor. I've advocated for this in the past as well, think about the time and resources we could spare during ceremonies if we take in people just like her. "

" My prince- "

" Do you like chasing after them, dad? Do you enjoy spending money on increasingly expensive hunting services? "

Dad?! That little imp? Imp-ressive.

" No, but we can't just- "

" Then give this a shot, perhaps it'll open your eyes to more sustainable alternatives. "

An unmistakable defeated sigh rings out. " ... Fine. "

You smile silently, happy that the tusked high-ranker who caught you managed to get your dream to come true. For such a scary-looking guy, he's actually not that bad.

When the doors part, your head snaps towards the curly-horned imp. They spare you a skeptical glance.

" It looks like you're getting what you want after all. "

" Yes! " The cheer is immediate and juvenile, met with a grimace.

" ... Right. " They're clearly uncomfortable. " Undress please. "

Words cannot describe how wildly your heart is beating within your ribcage.

You've been dreaming of this day ever since you discovered the nuances of your sexuality. Queen Vorticia is the most gorgeous, regal, seductive demoness to ever slither upon this galaxy and to feel the caress of her tongue would bring you to a level so beyond Nirvana that you have to contain a freakish noise of delight just thinking about it. Not that it would have escaped very fair, with the strange fruit crammed in your mouth- It's starting to hurt your jaw a little actually...

Yes, you're not the most normal of humans, but that hardly matters now.

The cart you're laid upon is wheeled towards what you assume must be the main dining hall of Gluttony's mansion. The pace is slow, the imps in charge of transporting you dare not displace a single element of your large plate's design. See, upon hearing about your situation through the curly-horned imp, the chefs present decided that it would only be fitting if you got properly and excellently decorated for the occasion.

A few of them sympathized with your situation. Few things are as romantic as loving someone so much that you would like to become a part of them, be consumed by them. One of the girls was a bit emotional hearing you talk so sweetly about the Queen. All in all, you feel lucky to have gotten this far so smoothly.

A noise from beyond crashes your train of thought.

A crash. Hissing.

The imps pushing your cart whimper and look at each other fearfully.

Ah, a tempestuous mood. You wonder what has the Queen like that.

Your chaperones slow down even more, and if you could, you'd stomp your foot on the cart to make them hurry up. You're not about to be left stranded in this hall because these cowards are doubting their life's decisions.

Finally, oh finally, you can see the tall, intricately carved doors to the dinning hall. The last room you'll ever be in, if all goes according to plan. The realization breeds a heavy feeling that causes shortness of breath in you, but for some odd reason, you have no second thoughts about any of this. More servants stand stationary, guarding the doors.

At the sight of your cart approaching, said guards hurriedly open the doors much taller than themselves, seeming frantic in the way they hurry everyone inside.

You have to strain your neck to get a good look at the scenery.

Tones of orange, red and gold shower the room, it's large enough to be mistaken for some kind of bombastic ball room- But you've done a bit of research, and you know the dinning areas are the real focus of the Gluttonous Household.

Little does it all matter. You can't bring yourself to focus on anything other than the absolutely gigantic scaled woman currently seated at a massive, tall table. Her sandy yellow scales glimmer under the jeweled chandelier's light, everything from the twin-tipped tail that lounges across the room to her drooping black robe and pupils nearly as sharp as her eyes make you want to swoon, toes curling in delight.

Queen Vorticia reaches down below, you get to watch the demoness grab a flailing, kicking man by the ankles. He's muffled just as you are, but a lot more bruised and roughed up, trying his damndest to scream past an unforgiving muffler. He knows what will happen to him the moment he's raised in the air, as do you. And there's nothing he can do but close his eyes and accept his fate when the bottomless pit that is the Queen's maw stares back.

One second of mind-numbing anticipation is all it takes, then he's gone. Dropped. Her jaw clamping the second the man was submerged. Hardly a lump forms in the column of her long throat before it's over. With neither a scream nor a whimper, his doom arrives. The Queen however, looks unsatisfied. It's almost as if she didn't even eat anything to begin with, frowning at the wall pensively.

Until the platter that man was in goes flying across the room and nearly rips a chunk out of the wall. It was so fast you barely saw the flash of gold before your human eyes.

Two of the imps escorting you scurry beneath the cart for safety.

" I trussst you've brought me ssomething worthh my time? " Her voice finally rings through.

" Y- Yes, your Majesty! " One of them is brave enough to squeak, rattling the cart and everything on it as he pulls it forward, the others sticking to the back.

You can kind of understand them. Vorticia could easily swipe a hand down and capture two or three of these imps as an appetizer.

" Then hurry! Do you wisshh me to starve here?! "

A slam of a powerful fist causes the ground to quake.

" Never, my Queen! "

In a blink, your platter not only lifted off the cart but rushed onto the table, quickly turned and pushed to be in front of the demonlord herself. You almost get dizzy from all the jostling, and as your vision settles, you see the Queen wordlessly wave before scrambling steps follow. The servants nearly trample each other to leave the room alive.

You don't even look their way.

You can only bore holes into the gorgeous woman before you.

Vorticia raises a brow ridge, humming.

When a single claw descends, you imagine she'll slice your skin, peel you like an apple or go for your innards first. Instead, she stabs a tomato next to your waist and brings it to her lips, tongue roping it inside in a blink.

You're sure she can hear your poor heart thunder in its fickle confines.

" You mussst be the human they mentioned earlier. "

You blink.

" Pretty thhhing, wantss to be my dinner... " She nearly purrs, making something stir low in your belly.

At the way you attempt to frantically nod, she actually cracks a smile, incredulous. Although the hunger you've always yearned for resides in her thin eyes, there's also a hint of genuine curiosity you wouldn't typically see in the gaze of such a predator.

" Hmph. Well I hardly buy it. "

" MmMMF! " Even if you had something eloquent to counter with, muffled grunts are all you manage.

" Don't mumble, it'sss rude. "

She begins flirting with the decorations on your platter again. Every single time, you study the movements of her calloused, scaled hands as they move, waiting for the cut that never comes, the grip that never follows, she simply steals bits and pieces of vegetables and frivolous dressing. You're almost offended for a second. But... The anticipation is actually causing some curious effects in you.

In a way, every single time her claws scheme the platter, brushing over the bare skin of your legs and tickling your sides briefly before retreating with a slice of fruit or veggie, she's playing with you. Having her fun, as both an apex predator and a teasing mistress. Fear mingles with sparks of arousal you've poorly contained thus far, creating a fire that has you sweating under her serpentine gaze.

" You're almossst too cute to eat. " She chuckles eventually. Something wooshes nearby, it takes you a moment to notice it's her large tail.

You notice, rather belatedly, that there's no one else in the room but you and Vorticia, and a suspenseful quiet has fallen between you. You could not have asked for a better environment. It feels as if you're both sharing a very intimate, sacred moment.

The next time her hand dips, instead of skirting around the main course, she tip taps her way up your trembling figure and circles a long claw under the swell of your breast, watching you shiver attentively before edging the decorative leaf covering it. A more than pert nipple catches on her sharp extremity, and she uses a thumb to flick it idly, casually, head tilting at the way you squirm and exhale through your nostrils.

Your other breast is easily uncovered as well. The Queen betrays nothing in her expression when she grabs a piece of bread and soaks it in the condiment that coats your skin, dragging it upwards, swirling it around one of your tits before eagerly devouring it.

This is repeated enough times to drive you a little stupid with want, groaning miserably when she merely teases your tits and continues to torture you with featherlite caresses.

The sweet torture continues when she takes care of the rolls covering your spread legs, watching the shameful state you're in become more and more noticeable. Your cunt flutters beneath her mere stare.

" Ssstrange, I've yet to cut you, and you're already dripping. "

You'd shake your head in denial if you weren't able to feel your own soaked folds right now.

She has the mind-numbingly erotic audacity to grab another useless vegetable decoration and generously coat it in your wetness. The rounded tip of whatever she's pressing against your womanhood bumps your clit. She swirls it intentionally, tapping it down and circling the nub with enough pressure that you strain against your binds and whine behind the gag, wanting to beg her for more yet only drooling pointlessly.

She makes a noise like an amused snort, and when you toss your head back, you can hear her practically slurp the thing for all the flavor it has, her thumb replacing the vegetable and leisurely keeping you stimulated.

When you're able to look back, her pupils have blown wide, the black nearly drowning her acidic sclera.

" To thhhink that, ssomehow, suchh a preciouss gift would fall upon my table... Withhout notice... "

Even if you're loving the attention, heating up like a small fire -Probably enough to cook the ingredients around you- You could never have guessed the Queen would take such an intense liking to you. It feels like a dream.

" Do you wisssh to be eaten, my sssweet morssel? " She curves, shadowing you, strings of drool falling onto your neck and chest.

Her hues acquire a nearly hypnotizing quality, prohibiting you from glancing away while she toys with you. All you can respond with is frantic, vapid nodding while you grind yourself down on her finger like a mutt.

" Truly? "

" MMMhmnn!! "

Not even the gag could have curbed that whorish bleating.

" Then I will. " Vorticia grins wide enough to crinkle the edges of her eyes. " Tonight. In my chambersss. Your wissh comess true, in a way. "

You're not given enough time to rationalize anything before her touch vanishes, leaving you cold and miserable. The snaps of the Queen's fingers attract the same imp you met when this all began.

They look at you with a mixture of confusion and mild caution. " You called, Highness? "

" Yess. Run a bathh for me and my Queen to be. "

He coughs and chokes.

When your head snaps to Queen Vorticia, you find no hint of mockery on her face.

You're fairly certain one of the sauces you were doused in must be causing you to hallucinate...

#Vorticia oc #monster girlfriend #minors dni #terato tag #monsterfucker #not sfw

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thelazyhermits · 1 month ago

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Just wanted to share some wholesome thoughts about my Yuu's future family which have been rattling around in my brain for a while now. It'll all be underneath the cut.

Okay, so as I mentioned here, Yuu has no intention to ever have any biological children cause of her alien biology/her troublesome Quirk, etc. That's why the only way for her to have kids is via adoption which honestly really suits Yuu since it means she can provide love to kids who were once orphans like her.

While nothing is completely set in stone, I do have some ideas that I wanted to share in regards to what kind of family Yuu ends up with in the future.

First off, I wanna say that, just as she had promised him in my Fairy Gala fic, Yuu starts working for Leona after she graduates and provides any and all support she can to help him with his efforts to improve things in Sunset Savanna, so thankfully, Yuu doesn't have to go job hunting/ends up with a well-paying job right out of school cause Leona takes good care of his people.

Regarding Yuu's living situation, I love the idea of her having a place to stay in all the countries where she has a wealthy friend living there since said wealthy friends want her to be able to visit them at all times, so aside from Sunset Savanna, she'd have a place in Scalding Sands and Briar Valley for sure.

Honestly, I really love the idea of Yuu having a special house in Briar Valley that, thanks to Malleus's magic or perhaps a magical artifact he gives her, allows her to travel freely between countries like what the Dark Mirror does, cause I LOVE the idea of Yuu and her sons sharing a place or at least Yuu has a place where her sons can go if they don't want to actually regularly live there.

I feel like Malleus would love anything that would mean he has lots of people he can visit, so he would find a way to make this situation happen especially since it would mean that Yuu could live in Briar Valley while still working for Leona lol

Anyway, the reason I'm bringing up Yuu's living situation is cause I see most, if not all, of Yuu's friends getting involved when Yuu starts taking in kids so Yuu won't have to raise them alone/cause they wanna support Yuu/ they think it'll be fun/they like kids but don't wanna have one just yet, etc. etc.

Regarding Yuu's first adoption, I see it happening when Yuu is around 26 or 27, having been working for Leona for almost ten years.

It happens one day when she's riding around with Leona in one of the royal family's cars, heading back into town after doing some work outside of town.

Yuu, who's enjoying the scenery while Leona drives, happens to catch sight of something in the distance, and upon realizing it looks like an actual person, she tells Leona to drive in that direction since obviously they can't ignore a person who likely passed out from the heat since they're in a savanna area that's completely unshaded and has no nearby water sources.

Much to Yuu's dismay, when the car eventually comes to a stop, she discovers the unconscious person is a small child, probably no older than 4 or 5 years old.

Quickly, Yuu gathers the child, who's a female cat Beastman, into her arms and hurries back into the car, so Leona can drive them back to the capital since it's obvious that the child needs proper medical attention.

Thankfully, with Leona's royal connections, they're able to get a doctor to look over the child almost immediately after they return to town, and while the child is bad shape due to serious dehydration and malnourishment, they're able to save her life just in time, much to Yuu's immense relief.

During this time, Leona tries to find answers about the kid since it's not often you see kids wandering around on their own in the savanna, not even orphans typically do that cause they know just how brutal the savanna can be.

Ruggie, whom Leona called to help with this matter, theorizes that the kid's parents abandoned her in the savanna since he has heard stories of parents, who can't afford to feed their kids, just throwing them away like trash, much to Yuu's dismay and outrage.

Leona, of course, isn't pleased either since he doesn't want any of the people of his country being treated like trash. He's trying to fix things so this kinda thing DOESN'T happen.

That's why Leona has some guys look into this matter since, if they can find the parents, he wants to make sure they suffer the consequences of their actions.

This leads to Yuu wondering what will happen to the poor innocent child since obviously she doesn't have any good adults in her life to take care of her, and the last thing she wants is for the child to end up on the streets.

In the end, the decision gets made for Yuu by the child, who, once she finally regains consciousness, starts calling Yuu "Mama", catching Yuu, Leona, and Ruggie by surprise.

As soon as she lays eyes on Yuu, the child instantly latches onto her, more so figuratively than literally since she's too weak to move, and gives Yuu the kind of teary, pleading eyes that Yuu has absolutely no chance against, especially when the child keeps incessantly calling her "Mama" like that's the only word she knows.

Yuu immediately accepts this turn of events and is like, "Guess I have a daughter now." lol 😂

Because Yuu is weak to kids and she doesn't want this poor child to end up on the streets or an orphanage.

Yuu has always thought it'd be nice to have kids one day - to adopt kids who ended up as orphans like her, and this seems like a perfect time as any to adopt her first child since she's got a good/steady job. She has a means to ensure this child gets everything she deserves and more.

Of course, she realizes there's more to adoption than that, so she asks Leona for his help in confirming the child's situation and setting up the adoption process if this kid does, in fact, have nowhere to go.

Leona rolls his eyes cause he thinks Yuu is way too soft toward kids, but he agrees to help her since he knows there's no changing her mind once she has set her mind on something, and he thinks she's fully capable of raising a kid.

However, Leona does exchange looks with Ruggie cause Ruggie has been frowning and looking at the kid with narrowed eyes ever since she started treating Yuu like her mother cause he thinks something is up with the kid, and he can tell Ruggie feels the same way.

Yuu isn't the least bit suspicious of the kid cause she just thinks the child is desperate for love/is hoping that Yuu would provide that love if she acts like Yuu is her mother, and Yuu thinks there's absolutely nothing wrong with this child trying to find love/a real home.

After Yuu eventually gets the child to calm down and soothes her tears, Yuu asks her what her name is.

The kid makes a sad face and says she doesn't have one. No one's ever called her by an actual name before, which simultaneously breaks Yuu's heart and reminds her of how, back in her world, Tokumei was the only person who ever called her "Yuu" the name he gave her.

Naturally, Yuu can't let this stand, so she asks the child if she can give her a name. The kid is noticeably surprised by her question but eagerly nods.

After giving the matter some thought, Yuu comes up with the name Sora cause the child's eyes are a beautiful shade of blue that reminds her of the sky and Sora means sky in Japanese.

Thankfully, the child takes a shine to the name, so Sora becomes her name from there on.

For the rest of the day, Yuu remains with Sora since Sora didn't want her to leave her alone, and she didn't want to leave the poor child alone anyway in her current pitiful state.

At the end of the day, however, Ruggie takes over and makes Yuu head home since she can't spend the night in a hospital room, and she needs to check in with Leona to get an update on Sora's situation and her work schedule in general.

While Yuu is reluctant to part with Sora, who really doesn't want her to leave, she eventually agrees to go since there's no beating Ruggie when he's being this stubborn, and she knows she can't ignore her other responsibilities.

That's why she tells Sora that she'll be back first thing in the morning to see her, and she promises that she'll be in good hands with Ruggie.

After Yuu leaves and once he's sure there's no one around beside him and Sora, Ruggie tells the kid that he knows what her game is.

When a now nervous Sora tries to play innocent, Ruggie says there's no point in trying to fool him. He grew up in the slums. He's very familiar with all the different types of people who come from those areas and all the things they do to survive.

Originally, Ruggie had just thought Sora was a kid that had been abandoned by her parents, but as soon as she latched onto Yuu, Ruggie realized there was more to Sora than just that.

He's seen kids like Sora in action before. Under their guardians' orders, the kids are supposed to use their cute looks/pitiful situation to get people to feel sorry for them, and as a result, make them more vulnerable/easy to steal from.

If he were to make an educated guess, Ruggie thinks Sora was abandoned by her parents, probably cause she wasn't bringing in enough money for them and it was too costly to keep her around, but upon waking up, Sora just automatically fell back to what she knows best: using her cute looks/pitifulness to manipulate people.

Considering how young she appears to be, Ruggie wouldn't be surprised if Sora is hoping that she can win back her parents' favor if she succeeds in getting some money out of Yuu since, at that age, kids are desperate for their parents' approval/don't think they can survive on their own.

Sora tries to deny Ruggie's theory, but it's obvious that he's spot on. He read her like a book cause there's no fooling someone with his experience.

When Sora looks as if she intends to run away, Ruggie tells her to calm down since she's in no shape to move. She'll be at death's door again if she moves, which instantly makes her go still.

Once Sora settles down, Ruggie says that he's not trying to get her in trouble/expose her. He just wants to set things straight with her before she does something stupid.

Upon noticing her confusion, Ruggie explains that, if Sora gives up on the people who abandoned her and accepts Yuu as her mother, she won't have anything to worry about.

For the rest of her life, she'll always have food to eat, a roof over her head, and someone who will love her unconditionally. She'll get everything and more, and all she has to do in exchange is never break Yuu's trust - never betray her, like what she had originally intended to do.

Ruggie thinks it's a pretty damn good deal - one that Sora would be a fool to pass up. He tells her that she literally struck gold by pleading for help from Yuu, because Yuu is someone who will give Sora everything she could have ever dreamed of and more without ever asking for anything in return.

Because of his childhood, Ruggie truly has no issue with what Sora had been scheming, and if she had been targeting anyone other than Yuu, he wouldn't have even said anything.

However, he can't ever allow anyone to take advantage of Yuu and betray her cause she's important to him. That's why he had to talk with Sora and set things straight.

Because of her harsh, abusive upbringing, Sora is amazed at the prospect of someone being willing to love her unconditionally - to provide food and everything else she needs without Sora having to do anything in return.

But she can tell Ruggie isn't lying, and she could also tell that Yuu was different from all the other adults she has met in her life.

There's a lot of hesitation on Sora's end since she had really wanted to earn her parents' love despite the fact that they mistreated her constantly and never even bothered to give her a name.

However, she then remembers just how kind Yuu had been to her the whole afternoon they were together - how Yuu gave her a wonderful name and always smiled so warmly at her.

Sora really wanted to be with the woman who treated her with more kindness in a single afternoon than she had ever experienced since being born.

That's why, in the end, she promises Ruggie that she won't betray Yuu, whom she truly wants to be her mother.

Since he can tell that she's being honest, Ruggie finally relaxes and reaches over to ruffle the kid's hair, telling her that she just made the smartest decision of her life - one that she won't ever regret.

And he was exactly right.

Once Sora officially became Yuu's daughter, which happened after the people who abandoned her were found and arrested, she experienced more love and happiness than she ever thought possible.

And that love doesn't come solely from Yuu cause once Yuu let all of her friends know that she now has a daughter, meaning they're all big brothers/uncles/a grandpa now, Sora started getting plenty of love and attention from all of the guys, a lot of whom were really excited to have a cute kid to spoil lol

Lilia was so happy to finally get his first grandkid 😂

Moving onto the next kid to get adopted, this happens about a year and a half after Sora got adopted.

One day, while Yuu and Sora are in Briar Valley, heading into town since the house Malleus prepared for them is out in the woods, a young fae, who looks like a seven or eight year old in appearance, suddenly comes out of nowhere, having run out of a different part of the woods where Yuu normally doesn't see people.

The kid makes a beeline for Yuu and tearfully clings onto her, begging her to save him, all the while looking petrified.

When the boy mentions that someone is after him, Yuu doesn't hesitate to pull him into her arms along with Sora and makes a break for town since she needs to get them both somewhere safe.

Soon after Yuu starts running, blasts of magic start flying at her, but thankfully, Yuu is wearing the ring Malleus made for her which keeps her and the children completely safe.

However, since it'd be dangerous to run into town while someone is firing off magic since innocent bystanders could get caught in the crossfire and she really doesn't want to lead this dangerous person to any location where people important to her and her family would be, Yuu, after she exits the woods and reaches the outskirts of town, quickly sets the kids down and tells Sora to take the boy to the Zigvolt dental clinic since it's close. She also quickly hands her cell phone over to Sora, so she can call for help.

Although the children really don't want to leave Yuu behind, especially since she intends to face off against whoever is after the boy, Sora obeys her mother's order since she's smart enough to understand that she and the boy will only get in the way.

Shortly after the kids run off, hand-in-hand, a haughty fae walks into view, and Yuu quickly deduces that he's the one the boy is running from, which leads to her asking him why he's chasing that boy to the point that he's willing to attack her with his magic.

After denying that he used magic to attack her, the older man tries to tell her that the boy is his misbehaving nephew, but Yuu tells him that such an obvious lie won't work on her. He's not nearly as smooth as he thinks he is. Plus, that boy's fear was legitimate; he wasn't afraid simply cause he caused trouble for his "uncle".

That was a boy who was afraid for his life.

Annoyed that a mere human saw through him, the fae tells her that she has no right to talk back to someone of his high standing. She's way beneath a noble like him and should move to the side before he punishes her for getting in his way.

Naturally, Yuu refuses to let this man anywhere near Sora and that poor terrified boy.

As a result, she ends up fighting with the man who wastes no time in angrily using his magic on her to make her know her place - make her regret daring to defy a noble fae like himself.

Unfortunately for him, Yuu has accumulated plenty of experience fighting mages since arriving in TW, and he is far from being one of the strongest she has ever faced, so Yuu has no trouble dodging his attacks and closing the distance between the two of them, especially when she's wearing the ring Malleus made that can shield her from magic attacks and reflect them.

Within a few minutes, Yuu has the older man pinned to the ground, much to his surprise and outrage, and he only gets further upset when Yuu says that she'd never lose to someone who clearly spent his whole live being spoiled/pampered and who obviously has zero experience fighting.

Around that time, Baul, along with some soldiers, arrives on the scene, having come running after running into Sora and the boy at the Zigvolt clinic.

Yuu's opponent tries to win Baul over by lying and saying that Yuu attacked him unprompted. He asks Baul to save him from this vile human.

Unfortunately for him, Baul is quick to yell at him for daring to lie to him, not only that to lie about someone the Draconia family has vouched for and put under their protection.

With a smirk, Yuu tells her opponent that there's no getting out of this; it's all over for him, so he might as well confess and reveal why he had targeted the boy he had been chasing.

Unsurprisingly, the man remains silent, but Baul is confident that he can get some answers out of him, so he tells Yuu to leave the rest to him, so she can go check on the kids who are worried about her.

Since the kids are definitely way more important to her, Yuu leaves things to Baul and hurries to the Zigvolt clinic where Sora and the boy tearfully embrace her.

Aside from them and Sebek's parents are Sebek, Silver, and Lilia who had come over after Sora had called Sebek, which she had done while she running to the clinic.

Because they knew Baul and the men he had with him would have things covered, Yuu's friends chose to remain with the kids to keep them calm since they were so distressed.

As she's soothing the children, Yuu tells her friends about what happened and how she didn't get any useful info from the guy she defeated, so she has no idea why he was after this boy.

After reining in his tears, the boy says that he can explain everything before finally introducing himself as Liam Voya, which catches Lilia off guard because he had thought the Voya family had all died over a century ago.

Apparently, back when Maleanor was still alive, there had been a clan of people with the last name Voya. They were all fae of noble lineage with impressive magical abilities, but what they were known most for was their impressive ability of divination, which helped them predict future outcomes of events and even sometimes showed them actual visions of the future.

Regrettably, the Voya Clan lost their high-standing/status after they foresaw the fall of the Briarland kingdom which the Senate viewed as treason since they dared to doubt the abilities of the royal family, and even worse, when Maleanor died and the kingdom did fall, the Senate blamed the Voya Clan for not giving them a proper warning/told them how to avoid this outcome, claiming that this could have all been avoided if the Voya Clan had done their job.

Thanks to the Senate, the Voya Clan had been ostracized/banished from the capital, although Maleficia did what she could for them since she didn't blame them at all. Sadly, she couldn't do anything about the Senate and all the nobles who sided with them.

After that unfortunate turn of events, the Voya Clan, as time passed, grew smaller and smaller due to being persecuted by those who blamed them for what happened with the humans that invaded, etc.

Plus, there were many Voya Clan members who died as a result of becoming extremely depressed about what happened to their clan and being unable to do anything for their kingdom that they had sworn to serve.

Liam is the one who explains what happened after his clan was banished, and he eventually reveals that eventually the clan was down to only three members, him and his parents.

As tears once more stream down his cheeks, Liam says that now he is the last member of his clan because an evil man, who wished to exploit the powers of his clan, found him and his parents and attacked them.

Fortunately, Liam's parents had foreseen this, so they were able to get Liam to run away to safety. Before he left, they told him to use his power of divination with the purpose of finding the one person who he could trust with his life - who would protect him from the evil that's after him.

When he did this, Liam saw a vision of Yuu, which is why he sought her out and begged her for help, because his parents told him that he could always trust his powers no matter what.

Upon hearing Liam's tragic story, Yuu once again hugs him and tells him that he's safe now. No one will be able to hurt him now.

Lilia supports her words since he intends to tell Malleus everything, and he's sure that Malleus will want to take responsibility for what the Voya Clan had to unjustly endure cause of the Senate.

As expected, when Malleus hears the whole story, he's furious about what happened to an innocent clan of his people - people that should've been protected, not ostracized. He swears that the man who killed Liam's parents will pay dearly for his crimes and that Liam will be put under the protection of the Draconia family from there on.

After saying that, Malleus asks Yuu if she would be willing to take the position as Liam's parental guardian since Liam, although he has been alive for around fifty years, is still a child by fae standards and needs someone to look after him.

Because Malleus trusts Yuu implicitly and because it's obvious that Liam has become attached to her, he asks her to take care of Liam since he knows that no one can give more love to the child than her.

Plus, he thinks her Quirk makes her the best person qualified for taking care of a child who has powers similar to her.

And of course Yuu is more than happy to accept the role, although she first asks Liam if he'd be alright with that since what he wants is what's most important.

Liam is quick to accept the idea of living with Yuu since, right now, he feels that she's the only person he can really trust since what the Voya Clan endured has made it so that he can't help but be wary of the royal family and all the regular citizens of Briar Valley.

He doesn't have any particular bad feelings about humans, despite what happened in the past, since he's never had a personal bad experience with a human, and his family had been hurt more by their fellow fae than any humans.

Once Yuu accepts being Liam's new parental guardian, Malleus asks Sebek if he'd be willing to also play that role and assist Yuu since he's so knowledgeable about the fae. Plus, Sebek already lives together with Yuu anyway so it just makes perfect sense to put both Yuu and Sebek in charge of protecting and raising Liam.

Unsurprisingly, Sebek is quick to accept Malleus's request since he wants to live up to his liege's expectations, and he wants to do whatever he can to help Yuu and Liam, the latter of whose story really touched him.

This naturally leads to Lilia playfully teasing Sebek about how Sebek is doing things out of order since he's living with Yuu and raising a child with her but still hasn't married her, much to Sebek's great dismay/mortification lol 😂

Thankfully, despite Lilia's teasing, Sebek doesn't take back his pledge to help raise Liam, so he and Yuu become co-parents, much to the delight of Lilia and Sebek's mom lol

Yuu and Sebek end up working really well together as parents due to Yuu's kind motherly nature/her experience with Sora and Sebek's earnestness/determination to be the best possible father figure.

Fortunately, it doesn't take long for Sebek to earn Liam's trust cause Sebek is always trying to hard for Liam's sake and is noticeably kinder/more gentle with Liam, like how he is with Yuu and Sora, as compared to most people.

Liam also eventually comes to trust the rest of Yuu's family since they're all just as determined to dote on him as they are with Sora lol

And Liam warmed up quickly to Sora since she's younger despite the fact that their personalities are quite different since he's more polite/reserved/old-fashioned while Sora, after becoming comfortable with her new family, becomes a real firecracker who's a total extrovert that's always full of energy.

These two are pretty much total opposites, but they end up getting along in the end since they're both similar in that they went through a lot in the past and they both really love Yuu, so while they may butt heads on occasion, they never seriously fight and can usually get along well enough.

Moving onto the next adoption, it happens about two years after Liam joins the family.

One day, while Yuu is walking around a town in the Shaftlands for work-related reasons, accompanied by Jack who's acting as a guide of sorts since he's familiar with the area, she hears a young voice call out for their parents before a body crashes into her from behind.

While Jack keeps Yuu upright, she looks down in surprise to see a young boy who appears to be a wolf Beastman like Jack.

Her surprise only grows when, after getting a good look at her face, the young boy mumbles that he had been wrong before bursting into tears.

Without hesitation, Yuu tries to comfort the sobbing child and does everything she can to soothe him. At the same time, Jack's looking around trying to find the kid's parents.

Since Jack is having no luck in finding any other wolf Beastmen and their group is getting a lot of looks from the people in the area, Yuu and Jack decide to take the boy to the nearby local park to talk in private since they obviously can't leave him alone when he's so distressed.

Thankfully, the boy goes along with the change of location since he's more focused on clinging onto Yuu, remaining in her arms, since he's obviously taking a lot of comfort from her presence.

Once the three have found a park bench to sit on and the boy finally settles down, Yuu introduces herself and Jack and asks the boy for his name.

He tells her that his name is Theo Wolfram before apologizing for tackling her earlier and crying. He really didn't mean to do all that; he had just gotten his hopes up when he had thought he found his parents since Jack looks like his dad from behind and Yuu smells a lot like his mom.

Sniffling, Theo says it was stupid of him to react like that when his parents and siblings have been dead for the last two years. He doesn't know why he let himself act so foolishly.

Yuu's heart breaks when she hears that Theo is an orphan and the reason why he approached her so suddenly. After making sure he's alright with it, Yuu pulls Theo into a hug and gently strokes his back.

Since this kinda thing is more Yuu's expertise, Jack leaves the comforting to Yuu, but he remains close to Theo and wraps his tail around him in hopes that the gesture will offer the kid some comfort since he always liked when his parents did that to him when he was a kid.

After giving Theo some time to soak in the comfort he desperately needs and settle down, Jack gently asks Theo why he's in town alone, carrying what appears to be an overnight bag. Was he on his way to meet someone before he happened upon Yuu and Jack?

When Theo stiffens, Yuu and Jack immediately realize that the answer to Jack's question is "no". Something is definitely up with this kid.

Worried that Theo might try to run to escape being questioned, Yuu assures him that they only want to help him. They don't want to interrogate him or anything like that. They just want to make sure Theo is alright since they can't leave him alone if there's a chance he's in trouble.

Yuu promises that if Theo confides in her she'll do whatever she can to help him regardless of his situation cause she's incapable of leaving a child alone.

She also mentions that she herself is an orphan and that she's currently taking care of two kids that she adopted because they didn't have a parents to love and take care of them. That's why she can't leave Theo alone.

Jack tells Theo that he can trust the two of them. Neither he nor Yuu are the type to break a promise, so he won't ever have to worry about them betraying his trust.

After going quiet for several minutes, Theo decides to trust the two since he smells nothing but sincerity from them, and the poor child really wants someone he can depend on. He hates being alone.

That's why he reveals that he ended up in an orphanage after a horrible storm caused a landslide that destroyed his home and killed his parents and older and younger siblings. He was the only survivor.

For the last two years, he's been at the orphanage hoping that someone would take him into their family, but all this time, no one has ever taken an interest in him cause most people think his naturally serious looking face is scary, especially since he ended up with a permanent scar on it during the landslide incident.

Theo also has heterochromia, a amethyst colored eye and a sapphire colored eye, which is really unusual in these parts, so it also makes him stand out in a bad way along with the fact that he's taller than most kids his age.

Because he's so "scary-looking", other kids/adults typically keep their distance from him, and whenever something bad happens like a fight, eyes always fall on him even when he had nothing to do with what happened.

Theo eventually had enough of his miserable, lonely life at the orphanage, which he believed he would be stuck at until he turned 18 because it's rare for 11 year olds like him to get adopted since people tend to adopt the younger children.

That's why he chose to run away because he'd rather live on his own than be surrounded by people who don't understand him. It was shortly after he snuck out of the orphanage that he picked up Yuu's scent, which he unconsciously followed before he even realized what he was doing.

Naturally, upon hearing Theo's story, Yuu wastes no time in pulling him into another tight hug, all the while whispering reassurances to the boy who has started crying again.

During this time, Yuu and Jack exchange looks. Without saying anything, Jack instantly knows what Yuu is planning cause he knows her so well, and he just rolls his eyes about this whole adoption thing being a reoccurring thing with her lol

After Theo eventually calms down, Yuu asks him if he'd like to be a part of her family, catching him by surprise.

Eyes wide with disbelief, Theo asks if she really would be willing to adopt a "scary" kid like him.

Smiling, Yuu says he's not scary at all. In her eyes, he's an adorable child who deserves all the love she can give him and then some. She thinks his eyes are beautiful and his face is absolutely precious.

That's why she wants to be the home he deserves, so he won't ever have to be alone again.

Sobbing, Theo clings onto Yuu with all his might and says he wants to be a part of her family, more than anything.

With a fond grin, Jack reaches over to ruffle Theo's hair as he tells Theo that means Theo will need to get stronger so he can protect his new younger siblings. He'll be the oldest kid, so it'll be his job to look after the other kids.

(Technically, Liam is the oldest, but cause of how fae ages work, he doesn't get treated as such which he's fine with since he also views himself as a child lol)

Jack tells him no more running away and to stand up for himself since the only way people will know the true him is if he tells them. Nothing will change if he remains quiet, like what Theo has been doing all this time out of fear that he'd be rejected even more if he tried to stand up for himself since that could potentially make him look even scarier.

Theo promises that he'll become stronger and be the best big brother ever, prompting Yuu and Jack to exchange grins.

After that exchange, once Theo has stopped crying, the group heads to the orphanage, so Yuu can officially adopt Theo - a process she's able to expedite with the use of all her connections to royal families, etc. lol

And that's how Theo becomes the next official member of Yuu's little family, and he is very happy to be a part of this warm, loving family.

Thankfully, Sora and Liam took a shine to Theo quickly since he's so chill/good at mediating. Theo is a gentle giant with a heart of gold who'll do anything for his family.

Unfortunately for Jack, Ace and the others tease him a good bit about Theo cause Theo looks so much like Jack with the exception of the eye color and the fact that Theo's hair is jet black. The way Theo's resting face is so serious and intimidating to others is just like how it is for Jack lol

Jack, of course, kicks Ace's ass when Ace dares to say Theo was his secret lovechild lol 😂

Like the other kids, Yuu's friends end up spoiling Theo so he gets a lot of love from everyone, making him really glad that he ran into Yuu that day and accepted her offer to join her family.

Moving onto the next kid to get adopted, it happens less than a year after Theo joins the family.

One day, while Yuu is in the Queendom of Roses, hanging out with Ace and Deuce, on the way to the Clover family bakery, which is where they're meeting up with Trey, Riddle, and Cater, she suddenly hears a baby crying.

Unable to ignore her maternal instincts, Yuu immediately heads for the source of the crying while an exasperated Ace and worried Deuce follow after her.

Much to their dismay, they eventually come to a stop inside an alley where they find a human baby resting in a cardboard box, wrapped up in a blanket. Along with the baby is a small note asking for someone to give the baby girl a better life than they ever could, making them assume that the baby was abandoned because her parents couldn't take care of her anymore so they hoped someone else would give their child a better life.

Yuu wastes no time in pulling the child into her arms, and thankfully, the baby immediately stops crying, leading to Ace making a quip about Yuu's mom powers already being at work.

While Deuce quickly sheds his jacket to wrap around the baby, he wonders how anyone could just abandon their child like this. Even if they couldn't afford to care for the baby, it's wrong to just abandon a helpless baby in a dirty alley, especially in the middle of winter.

Yuu is in full agreement. That's why she wants Deuce to put in a call to the local police since they need to report this to the authorities.

While Deuce does that and remains at the spot where the baby was found so he can point it out to the police when they arrive, Yuu and Ace will take the baby to the Clover family bakery, so the baby can be somewhere warm and get looked over.

After that's decided, Ace and Yuu hurry to the bakery. Along the way, Yuu decides to name the baby "Tsuki" cause the baby has a crescent moon birthmark on her forehead, and Tsuki means moon in Japanese.

Ace shakes his head and says Yuu can't just keep adopting kids that she finds, and Yuu says she most certainly can. Just try and stop her lol 😂

That's why, when they eventually enter the bakery and meet up with their upperclassmen, Yuu announces that they all have a new niece, which leads to the following reactions:

Trey/Riddle: Yuu, no!

Cater: OMG! Yuu-chan, yes!

Despite their initial reactions, Trey and Riddle are quick to offer their help. While Riddle offers to look over the baby, whom they quickly discover will cry if anyone other than Yuu holds her, Trey hurries to the house of one of his cousins who lives nearby since his cousin recently had a baby and should have some baby supplies they can use.

All the while, Cater is just gushing about how excited he is about dressing up this baby. Sora isn't into dressing up much nowadays, so he's excited to have a new girl to play dress-up with haha

Thankfully, it seems that Tsuki wasn't outside for too long since there are no issues with her health, although Riddle still wants the baby to be taken to a professional pediatrician after things are handled with the police, who eventually arrive with Deuce after they finish processing the area where Tsuki was abandoned.

Making full use of all her connections, Yuu gets the police to agree to let her be Tsuki's caretaker while the investigation is ongoing, and once the investigation eventually closes with the police unfortunately unable to find whoever abandoned Tsuki, Yuu makes it so that Tsuki legally becomes her child since she quickly got attached to the baby, to no one's surprise lol

Sora, Liam, and Theo were all happy to welcome Tsuki into the family and are constantly wanting to hold the baby.

All of Yuu's friends are also happy to welcome the new addition to her family, although there's some fond exasperation on the end of some of the upperclassmen who can't believe Yuu has already got her hands on another new kid haha

Naturally, all the doting members of this huge family are very excited about getting to spoil this new addition to the family. Kalim needs to be held back to keep from going overboard. Same with Idia, and Leona isn't much better cause he's a softie toward Yuu's kids, the girls especially 💕

Another great thing about this turn of events is it gives Jack and the others a reason to tease Ace cause Tsuki's eyes are exactly like his, making them bring up the possibility of her being a secret lovechild Ace knows nothing about, much to his annoyance lol

Moving onto the last idea I had for a potential child for Yuu to adopt, it happens around three years after Tsuki is adopted.

One day, Ortho randomly asks Yuu to come to the Island of Woe cause he and Idia have something important to talk to her about.

Upon reaching the island, Yuu finds Idia, who looks as anxious as he did in his NRC days, waiting for her.

Both of the brothers take Yuu by the hand and guide her to a room which apparently has to do with the reason she was summoned to Styx HQ.

Much to Yuu's immense surprise, after they enter the room, she soon finds herself standing in front of a crib, containing a baby boy who has a small tuff of flaming blue hair.

In hopes of bringing some levity to the room since Idia really looks like he could use it, Yuu jokingly says that if she didn't know him as well as she did she'd accuse him of having a secret lovechild, which has been a running joke with her friends as of late.

While Ortho giggles, Idia rolls his eyes but thankfully calms down a little thanks to her joke.

Idia explains that this baby is his cousin who was just recently born to a relative of his, who sadly died during childbirth. Because the baby was born from a one night stand, the father isn't in the picture.

Because it's clear that this baby has the Shroud family curse, it was decided that he would come under the care of Idia's family since the Island of Woe is where everyone with the curse lives.

Idia claims this baby has even worse luck than him. Not only does he not have parents, he received a curse he shouldn't have cause fate realized Idia didn't intend to get married/have children due to him not wanting any more kids to end up like him, resulting in this baby having to take the unfortunate role of his future replacement.

(I HC that not all Shrouds have the curse. I feel like it's most likely just Idia's immediate family that has it. At the very least, I couldn't see distant relatives having it, which is what this baby is.)

Both Yuu and Ortho are quick to say that Idia isn't at fault for the baby being cursed. They won't let him blame himself for this child's fate when it was his right to decide whether or not he had kids.

Idia hates everything about this situation since he doesn't want a kid to go through what he did as a child. He doesn't want this baby to have zero freedom right from the start.

Yuu assures him that they won't let this baby suffer like he did. While the curse means the baby needs to stay on the island since the child can't accumulate blot to burn on his own as an infant, they can bring the baby off the island to other places for short periods of time which can gradually become longer once he's older.

Yuu promises that she'll do everything she can to make sure this child gets to experience everything that normal kids do. She'll take him on plenty of adventures along with the rest of her kids and family, so he'll be able to see the world and not be trapped in this building his whole life.

Upon hearing her assurances, Idia settles down and releases a sigh of relief since that's exactly what he was hoping she'd say. He knows he's in over his head here, so he really needs her help to ensure this baby grows up happy.

That's when Ortho pipes up that they wanted to ask Yuu to be the baby's parent along with Idia since Idia is out of his depth here, and they want the baby to have a loving mother like her.

Naturally, Yuu is quick to agree since she predictably has already gotten attached to the baby and wants to do everything she can to support him and ensure his childhood is much happier than Idia's.

After that exchange, Yuu asks if the baby ever received a name, to which the Shroud brothers shake their heads. Their parents had told Idia that he could decide, but he and Ortho really had no idea what kind of name to choose. All they could think of were the names of their favorite fictional characters lol

Ortho asks Yuu what name she would give the baby, and after giving it some thought, Yuu suggests Orion since it's a name of a constellation in her world, and she wants this baby to reach for the stars. Plus, she knows how much the Shroud brothers love Star Rouge, so she thought they'd appreciate a space-themed name.

Idia and Ortho quickly take a shine to the name since they like the reasoning for it, and they think the idea of using a name from another world is super cool haha

And that's how Orion became the fifth child to join Yuu's large family who ends up receiving all kinds of love from his new siblings and uncles/big brothers 💕

And, of course, everyone gives Idia a hard time about the kid cause Orion has his hair and eye color. As if this co-parenting situation wasn't already embarrassing enough for Idia 😂

But, despite his embarrassment, Idia does a great job at being Orion's father. He's super awkward at first, but he slowly but surely grows into the role and comes to really love the child and want nothing but the best for him.

Idia & Yuu make a good parenting team since she's able to keep him calm and also ensure that Idia doesn't go overboard with buying stuff for the kid lol Yuu's more emotional way of parenting also does well with keeping things balanced since Idia is super logical and often acts more like a scientist than a dad, although he really tries hard to act like a normal loving parent.

And, of course, Ortho is the best, sweetest uncle ever 💕

I'm gonna stop here since this post is already super long lol But feel free to shoot me an ask if you wanna hear more about the kids and ask questions about them! ^^

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queen-of-deans-booty · 21 days ago

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Safe House: Final Part

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~1.8k

Warnings: canon angst and violence

Summary: A hunt in the present blends with a hunt from the past. Bobby and Rufus teamed up together years before you, Sam, and Dean are. You're stuck to pick up the pieces they left behind for you to find. Meanwhile, Easter is coming and you're excited to make this moment special for your family.

Season Eleven Masterlist

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Supernatural. All credit goes to their respective owners. I love seeing any and all comments <3

You turn when you hear the footsteps right behind you, and you immediately fall to the ground from an invisible force. You're sucked into the nest while your body stays unconscious on the floor.

You open your eyes and everything is sort of hazy with a blue hue to it. You're in the nest. You sit up and see you're in the exact spot where you fell. The entire house is empty and quiet, but you have a job to do. You get up and walk down the stairs quietly, listening for anything out of the ordinary.

"Dean? Sam?" you whisper.

You push open the kitchen door and pause when you see your kids lying on the ground, dead. All three of your babies with blood all over them and motionless. It's not real. It's not real. You close your eyes and calm your breathing. When you open your eyes, they're gone. It's okay. They're not real.

Time to get to work.

Sam and Dean heard the thud of your body when it fell to the floor, so Dean left Sam to get you while Sam continues to pain the sigil. He scoops you into his arms and brings you back down to the kitchen so they can keep an eye on your body. He lays you on the kitchen table and moves your hair back away from your face.

"Hurry, Sam."

"I am."

"Stay with me, Y/N," Dean whispers. "You got this."

Whatever Dean says to you, you can't hear. You walk to the wall right behind the kitchen and open your palm, face up. Using your magic, your blood pools in the palm of your hand painlessly. You dip two fingers in your blood and start painting the sigil on the wall.

"What are you doing?"

You pause and look behind you to see Kat, Naoki's little girl.

"It's Kat, right?" She nods. "It's nice to meet you, Kat."

"I'm not supposed to talk to strangers."

"That's a really good rule. My name is Y/N Winchester. See? Now I'm not a stranger. I'm here to get you out of this place. Have you seen your mom?"

"I can't see her. It's too crowded in here now."

You look around the empty room with a frown. She must be able to see things you can't.

"I don't see anyone."

"You'll see them soon."

"How about we got you outta here instead?"

She nods, and you go right back to painting.

"It's pretty," Kat says about the sigil.

"Thanks."

"I don't like it here," she says sadly.

"Yeah, me either." You finish the symbol and wipe the remaining few drops of blood on your jeans. "My husband and his brother are making a painting just like this one. When they're done, we're out of here and that includes your mom." You look at the sigil. "Come on, Sam and Dean."

"There's more of them now."

You turn, finally able to see what she can see. There are at least a dozen of faceless people with darkness around their eyes and mouths standing around, just staring at you. Suddenly, the Soul Eater rushes at you from the crowd and puts its hand on your chest. You gasp and convulse at the pressure you feel on your chest. It removes its hand and you crumble to the ground.

Your body in the real world twitches which Dean watches with worried eyes.

"Sam, hurry up." Suddenly, your eyes open but they're stark white. The Soul Eater is possessing your body. It knows what Sam and Dean are trying to do. "Sam, we have a problem."

You slide off the kitchen table and smirk at both brothers who can't take their eyes off you.

"I can't let you finish that finger painting, boy."

You punch Sam in the face and shove him into the room where your spirit painted the other sigil. You turnt o Dean and connect your fist with his jaw. He falls back into the kitchen counter and glares at you.

"Just come with me into the nest. I can keep you safe from The Darkness."

"Y/N, please stop. I know you're in there, fight this!"

"Dean. I can't let you trap me."

"Then we got a real problem, don't we?"

Sam runs into the kitchen and you turn to punch him in the stomach. He doubles over in pain and you kick him in the face. He goes flying across the kitchen into the glass cabinet. Dean lunges at you but you kick him in the knee. He hates to do this to you but he puts all of his force behind his punch and lands one right on your jaw. You go flying into the kitchen sink with a smirk on your face. You grab one of the kitchen knives and twirl it in your hands.

"Y/N! Stop this!" Dean yells.

"Your wife wants to go to the Darkness. She is destined for it. She needs to go, but I can keep you both safe. All three of you. Forever."

Dean grabs whatever is closest to him--a rod that sharpens knives--and swings it at you.

"Sam, finish it!"

"Yeah," Sam groans and gets up.

You lunge at Sam to attack but Dean tackels you to the ground. You swipe the knife at Dean but he blocks the attack with the rod. You look at Sam to see him nearly done with the sigil. You kick Dean off you and scramble to your feet but it's too late.

Sam finishes the sigil.

You go rigid as the Soul Eater is forced from your body and mists away. Since you're still in the nest, there is nothing holding your body up. Dean drops the rod and catches your body before you can fall to the ground.

You open your eyes to see you're still in the nest. You get to your feet and notice Kat with her mom, and both of them have smiles on their faces.

"They're leaving," Kate says.

One by one, the faceless strangers mist away. You walk through the house and see more of the strangers disappear. Their souls can finally rest now. You turn to the staircase when you see someone standing there, and you lock eyes with your dad.

"Daddy," you whisper.

Your dad disappears before he can say anything back. You look down with tears in your eyes just as you disappear. Your soul is reunited with your body in the real world, and you open your eyes with a groan. Your jaw aches, and you look at your husband who is holding you.

"Did you punch me?"

"Are you okay?" Dean asks.

"I saw my dad there." You look at Sam with tears in his eyes. "It was really him."

Knowing this sigil has to be protected, Bobby stayed behind in Mary's home to put wallpaper over the sigil. Rufus went back tot he hospital to see how Mary and Will were doing.

"How are they?" Bobby asks when Rufus answers his call.

"Well, everybody's awake and happy."

"What happened? It wa s atrap spell, we should have been trapped, too."

"It was a baku, Bobby. I killed it while you slept. That'll be one bottle of Johnny, please."

"It wasn't a damn--"

"The trap sigil pushed your souls out. Case closed, you're welcome," Rufus rolls his eyes.

"I don't like it."

"Who gives a damn what you like? Take the win!"

"Yeah, yeah," he sighs.

"You okay, Bobby?"

"I'm fine."

"No. You saw something in the nest, didn't you?" Bobby doesn't answer. "What did you see, Bobby?"

"My boys and Y/N. All three of them dead. I saw... At the very end... I thought it saw my daughter. All grown up."

"Yeah well, forget the oldest rule, Bobby."

"Are you gettin' soft on me, Rufus?"

"Yeah, soft this."

Rufus then hangs up the phone, and Bobby shakes his head with an eye roll.

"Idjit."

Bobby leaves the house once he's done putting the wallpaper up and notices something in the front seat of his car. He smiles when he sees a bottle of Johnny with a note attached to it.

"Fine, you ass, you win... for now. Enjoy. R"

Bobby laughs and gets into his car. Just as he starts his car, his phone rings. He smiles when he sees the call is from you.

"Y/N? You alright?"

"Not really. Dean and I got into another fight. He left for the night. Sam is at the library doing more research on the four horsemen."

"Do you want some company?"

"Yeah, I'd like that."

"Good. I'll be there."

You leave the house with Sam and Dean and notice the nosy neighbor watering her plants again. You wave at her but all she does is shake her head.

"Bobby's journal never mentioned going into the nest. It didn't say anything actually. Do you think it really was him?"

"I don't know," you sigh. "The thing you said before? That Bobby and Rufus' trap sigil forced their souls outta the nest, and that the Soul Eater was just making me see things. Though, if Bobby did go into the nest back then, and you said that that the nest exists outside of space and time, then theoretically, couldn't he and I have been there at the same time?"

Sam tries to think about it but he groans in pain. "My head hurts."

"Let's get drunk and not think about this ever again," Dean chuckles.

"What else did you see in there besides your dad?"

"Our kids dead on the floor. Worst thing I ever saw."

You three make it back to the Bunker with just enough time before Easter. Since you got in late, you three went to bed immediately. You wake up by your girls jumping on the bed and therefore, you and Dean.

"Wake up! Wake up! The Easter Bunny came!" You groan and move your head to the right. "Did you hear me, Mommy? Daddy, the Easter Bunny came! Wake up!"

"Wake up, Daddy," Maryann grins and snuggles on his chest.

"Okay, we're up," you chuckle. You open your eyes and see Dean rubbing Mary's back. "Get off the bed, Jo."

She jumps down and you sit up at the same time as Dean holds Mary to him and gets up. You four meet Sam, Noah, and Molly in the kitchen where five Easter baskets are. Dean sees the basket with his name and immediately gets excited.

"Is that one for me?"

He sets Maryann down and eagerly grabs his basket.

"Uncle Sammy, you got one too," Joanna grins and points to his basket.

"Yes, I did," he chuckles.

"Why don't you open your baskets later? I bet the Easter Bunny left some eggs for you to seek. Wanna go check?"

"Yeah!" Joanna squeals.

Maryan and Joanna run to the backyard with Molly who has wooden woven baskets in hand. You, Sam, Dean, and Noah stand by the door to watch them. You look at Noah who has his arms crossed.

"Don't you want to go look for eggs?"

"No. That's childish."

Noah watches the girls with envy in his eyes. You mentally count down from ten, and that's when Dean speaks up.

"I'll help you."

Noah smiles. "Okay."

Both of them run toward Molly who hands them both a basket.

"Children," Sam scoffs and shakes his head.

"No one will judge you if you want to go look, too."

Sam scoffs and then scoffs again before running out to join the group. You watch your entire family laugh and search for eggs. You made a lot of them so that everyone will have full baskets when they're done. Inside the plastic eggs are either candy or one to two dollar bills rolled up.

This... This is what life should be like.

"Mommy, I found one!" Joanna shouts and holds up a pink one.

"Good job baby. Wait for me," you say and join her side.

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More Fem child reader fluff! S/O has to travel with Strife and War since they cant find a way to Earth, deciding to help her after their mission is complete. As they travel, they figured S/O has a pure innocent soul full of light due to being kind and young. One night during camping, S/O is asleep, possibly in Strife’s arms, War’s cloak, or besides the horses who care for her like she’s a baby horse, and brothers discuss how frail and small and innocent the child is and wanting to protect her.

GUIDE HER WAY HOME III

◤✘DARKSIDERS REQUESTS | CATALOGUE (Platonic!) Strife and War x Female Child!Reader

NOTES ↳ And so our story continues! *dreamy sigh* I adore how this story is playing out, it's turning into a bit of a series but I'm honestly here for it (and writing it). I love being able to let my creativity come through with these wonderful ideas submitted to me and explore the more in depth character study of Strife and War in this story arc. WARNINGS❕ ↳ Fluffy, wholesome content — mention of prior injury — a bit of light angst? — intended hunting/killing of an animal — Ruin and Mayhem eat apples (headcanon) — I think that's it?

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With Earth’s location being guarded by a ward that protects it, what are the Horsemen to do?

The angels they sought guidance from proved to be a poor choice of candidates to look after you. Thus, they must take on the role as your guardians until the appropriate time comes and their mission is complete. They cannot simply set aside their prior responsibilities.

Only after their task is done can they finally take you home — will deliver your home, where you belong.

But the way things are turning out to be, it cannot be said it’s dull or damning; in fact both Strife and War find their situation… enlightened. As if being in your presence that awes with glimmering light somehow brings a calm over them, comforting like a sure and weighted blanket.

Nor can it be said that there’s no small amount of adventure with you around, running about their legs in a hurry whenever you take breaks or make camp for the night. Though the Horsemen continue on their destined path, they thought it was best for you to stretch your legs, to burn through some of that pent up energy that kept you stirring and fidgeting while in the saddle.

War and Strife lead their valiant, loyal steeds at the firm guidance of their reins, their eyes watch closely as you run ahead of them, playing on the outskirts of the reef of bright yellow, a meadow of flowers that rolls with churning unison in the breeze that calmly sweeps at their backs and tousles your hair messily.

Eager and bustling with a feeling wholly consuming, you dart into it with a rustled intrusion. Strife and War falter and their pace slows down considerably as they turn their attention to the dusting of petal powder that follows you, head barely visible over the flower horizon. You laugh aloud, palms wound with bandages stretch to embrace the fluttering stalks that tickle against your skin, the adornment of yellow pollen falls to nestle in your hair like a fluffy crown.

Despite your circumstances, especially the recently transpired events with the angels, you beam with adoration and life, finding the pleasantries of splendor around you. In your eyes you see something that the Horsemen sorely find themselves failing to, though perhaps they try to perceive what it is; how exactly you see the world around you.

Lands of mystery that allow your mind to expand with broad imagination and hope. Even as they stop, noting the sudden and eerie silence from the meadow, Strife and War charge forward to where you were only to find you seated and enjoying the peaceful atmosphere around you. Your eyes are brightly illuminated under the golden sun that flitters through the valley, occasionally obscured by white and puffy clouds, and the reflective tour of the dusty pollen in your eyes shows your quiet appreciation.

In your hands with a fond, nurturing care, you absently hold onto a fuzzy stem. Your thumb brushes over the soft petals of the flower, your mind lost in the twirling, brightly colourful abyss above.

Strife and War follow the invisible thread of your focus, wondering to themselves where exactly you’ve taken yourself into the scape of your thoughts. What is it that you dream and yearn for? Is it the comfort of your homeworld, your family? Do you gaze upwards with aspirations that the weather will hold up and be constantly sunny?

The wind picks up again, whirling as a sprinting breeze that disturbs the meadow into a frenzy and rustles the fabrics of clothing. Realising you are presently under their shadows, your head tilts back and your eyes stare upward. When they meet your curious gaze, a small noise bubbles in your throat, gurgling like a gleeful coo as you nuzzle the flower closer to yourself.

Something about you radiates, not entirely seeable to them like Vulgrim’s ability to glance through a separate veil within his eyes, but there is most definitely a pulling gravity that both calms and warps the environment around you in a spiritual sense.

To them, it’s like you’re glowing. The imprint of such divine innocence sitting right before them, a soul that burns brightly with pure and overwhelming light as you bask in the rowing field’s embrace; your soul following the river flow with its circling energy.

Time moves on and so do you and your new guardians. The sunlight begins to wane into a stronger hue of orange that borders on the pinkish smear against the sky’s canvas, warning of the crawling midnight that blacks out and flickers with a million stars.

“It’ll be getting dark soon,” Strife says, hands resting idly on his hips as he stares out from the shrouded overlook.

War huffs in response, his eyes moving higher along the skyline with an agreeing nod. “We will need to find her food. She must be hungry…”

“Hm.” Strife’s steel-clawed fingers scratch at the base of his skull, considering what type of food would sustain you. Humans were an interesting sort, the Creator’s youngest and most fledgling of designs. Hunger plays deep into their balance and it’s very likely that with you being so young, going hungry is not healthy for your growth. And so, whilst you played with Mayhem and Ruin, Strife and War scan the grassy plains for any sort of food they could find.

Strife’s head swivels fast at the fleeting catch of movement. It’s fast whatever it is, but with the right approach, he’s on the hunt with a dagger primed and at the ready. War hears the gentle pitter patter of your boots clubbing the dirt but he doesn’t react, instead watching Strife. Your head moves between the two brothers with a wide grin plastered on your face, eyes blinking rapidly with the sun peeking through the canopy.

“What he doing?” you ask War as you point at the rider who becomes still for a moment, paused with a hunter’s final poise.

“He’s hunting,” War answers. You remember very well that your father was a hunter, often returning in the day’s afternoon with a bounty claimed and slung over his shoulder.

“Ha! Got it!” Strife’s laugh echoes over the rolling hills, carried far on the wind as he wrestles with the startled creature. White like the snow, pink nose twitching as it struggles in vain to escape.

“Wabbit!” you squeal and begin to run towards Strife, War not too far behind you with each stride matching your speed. Strife meets you halfway, crossing over the slivered, shallow river. He kneels down to your level, grinning behind his mask at the thought that he has done right by you so far in catching you food, for providing for you.

“How about it? Dinner?”

In a young one’s age, you must encounter the concept of death, the idea that one life must be taken to sustain another. It was a teaching passed down by the elders of your village. But still, in seeing how the rabbit has gone still in its resigned fear, you shake your head adamantly.

“M’no.” Your arms reach out and Strife lets you take the rabbit from him, head tilted sideward with a hum of confusion.

You hold the rabbit in your embrace, cooing and feeling the pristine texture of its fur against your hands that are careful to pat it. Strife’s eyes glow with a rhythmic pulse that follows each breath he takes and leaves. His eyes sink to find the unkindness done to you by the bandages around your bruised and hurt hands; and still your resort to be kind and compassionate overcomes the tears once present in your eyes.

“But it’s food,” War remarks, tone almost reprimanding though intending to be gentle. “If you let it go, what will you eat?”

You shake your head again, voice lowered into a near whisper. “Not the wabbit. Not her time.”

You waddle slightly as you walk towards one of the nearby burrows. Strife stands slowly, both are entranced by your moral compass, far too sweet to butcher an animal for your survival; a life for a life.

“There you go.” You set the rabbit down and let out a small breath through your nose, hands guiding to push the rabbit to move along and within an instant it hops down the swallowing hole of its home.

“It seems we will need to find another solution.” War doesn’t say much else after that, however, a small quirk of his lips lifts up. He admires the capability of your moral compass, a raw and intune nature of your compassion that shines through you. One day you will most certainly come to understand that a rabbit filling your stomach may go a long way, but he refrains from squandering that aspect of selflessness.

As the last of a species known for violence and carnage, the Horsemen begin to wonder if they can learn a quality brand new from something so small and pure.

When night finally settles over the realm, Strife and War set to work on securing the camp’s location and lighting a fire. A mere and indulgent comfort for them, but for you it was everything. A source of warmth, a notion of safety and a respite for you to observe and ponder with childish wonderment.

Having passed through a forgotten orchid that grew with freshly ripe apples, it certainly resolved the matter of filling your belly and you happily fed Ruin and Mayhem their own fill of the treetop delights. The way that Ruin and Mayhem would briefly bump their noses together in order to eat the next apple you presented to them, thanked by their noses and huffing breath pressed against your head, you were soon encouraged to rest by War and Strife.

Now fast asleep with War’s red cloak wrapped around you, your head rests against the burly stomach of Ruin who lays at your side, providing a source of warmth and simply to remain close at your side. Mayhem occasionally bows his head, his long and armoured neck stretching over Ruin’s backside to flare his nostrils inquisitively at you as if to ensure you were asleep and undisturbed.

Strife and War mind themselves, their eyes always somehow finding their way back to you before they observe your surroundings. There was no possible way a threat could harm you, not with them around.

“Are we going to talk about it?” Strife asks. He stands rigidly with his back pressed against one of the nearer oaks, arms crossed sternly over his chest and his golden eyes thinning into fine slits the more he dwells on it.

Every sight of those bandages reminds him, haunts him with a nearly done mistake. Had the angels taken you in, would you even see your home and loved ones again? Strife will forever damn himself for thinking that the angels would do any good by you. He will forever scorn and internally ridicule himself for almost giving you up, for trying to believe that you were safer anywhere else that wasn’t with them.

He wants to be better. He needs to be better.

“What is there to say, Brother?” War asks with a shrug of his shoulders, ashen hair dancing over them with the motion. Strife seethes, sarcastically and dryly chuckling, “Oh, plenty! We almost gave her away to those— those…”

“Monsters.”

Strife’s shoulders tense at the word, its meaning carrying a far more personal remark than a broader term. His head falls forward and the golden hue shining through his visor’s pupils dims.

“Yeah…”

“When she decided against killing that rabbit, she refused to take a life she considered equal to her own. She saw no honour in it.” War pauses while his eyes move from the crackling fire to you, watching as you stir and tug the ragged cloth of his cloak closer and bury your nose into its fabric. Something in his usually stoic case softens. “I saw her for what she is — of what she can become.”

“Better than any of us, that’s for sure.”

War wishes he can agree wholeheartedly, but he is troubled given the deep furrow between his brows. Strife can see it, a translucent layer that forms over the glistening blue of his eyes.

War sighs low, quietly, “But she is also vulnerable.”

Strife can also understand that sentiment. Not just physically but your very presence incites chaos and other dark forces, drawing them to you without meaning to. It is the unsettling nature of this warfare, the darkness takes hold and snuffs out whatever light it happens upon; uncaring if that power be that of Heaven’s mightiest army or the tender purity of a soul such as yours.

Powers like Lucifer seek it and its end.

“She’ll become a marked target, if she isn’t already.” The words in Strife’s throat are dry and constricted. The instinct to curl and fiddle with the triggers of his guns is undeniably strong.

“And it is up to us to protect her. Come what may, none shall snuff out her light, so long as I breathe and stand as a warrior for the Balance.” “With you all the way there, War. Heaven, Hell and back. I dare them to try.”

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