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[bombasticsalt]

never been so proud to write a line in my entire life and it's for a down detector x A03 fic

[dreamdepot]

Dreams of the Kingdom - Chapter 2

Edited 7/9/2024 - Links Updated.

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Chapter 2 - Shades of the Past is now up on Wattpad, AO3 or below the break.

The world blurred into focus. Water lapped against the shore as you stalked ahead, dagger drawn.

The dream was different this time. There was no ballroom, no moonlight, no party. Things felt a bit different too. You were a passenger in this dream, watching through eyes that weren’t yours.

The forest at the water’s edge was filled with trees, their leaves all turning brown and orange, fluttering in the breeze. You didn’t have time to admire it, instead flinging your dagger at an Octorok between the eyes. As you went to retrieve it, you could hear your dream host grunt, “You sure you’re ready for this?” The words came on their own.

“Of course I am, I’ve been travelling alone for a while.” The voice was a bit higher than you expected.

Your dream self turned and internally, you gasped. It was a young boy, one who looked very familiar. “What are you, like six?”

He crossed his arms. “I’m ten.”

You looked him over. It was Link, though not exactly your Link. He really did look too young to be traveling alone, especially in this Hyrule that looked even more desolate than yours. He held only a wooden sword, a tiny shield, and a few supplies. You tossed the rupee from the Octorok to him – which he scrambled to catch before missing and dropping it in the sand. You groaned.

“I swear, I’m ready for this!”

“Kid, you barely have any gear, no armor beyond your little tunic, and a wooden sword. Sure, going here isn’t as bad as walking into the Lynel-infested highlands, but… come on. I bet you haven’t done so much as slay a Tektite, let alone a Moblin. Do you even know how to use that shield? What’re you gonna do if the Zoras show up?”

“Why do you care?!” He snapped. “You’re just a thief. It’s not like you’d help Old Lady Impa with her orders from Princess Zelda!” He suddenly froze and turned bright red. “I shouldn’t have said that.”

“Calm down ‘hero’, I’m not about to tattle on you to Ganon. He’s not exactly great for business.” You sheathed your dagger. “I might be a thief, but I’m not about to send a kid to his death either. If you really are headed for the Temple of the Eagle, you should at least pick up some stuff to help you.”

“I’m not an idiot,” he grumbled. He opened his pack to reveal it was stuffed full of bombs. “Now are you gonna help me or not?”

You whistled. “Gotta say kid, that does change things, but still isn’t gonna do a ton to Aquamentus.”

“A-Aquamentus?” The little Link stuttered, the briefest flicker of fear in his eyes.

“Yeah, big dragon with a nasty horn. If it doesn’t want to cut you open with that, it’ll burn you alive.” Link looked pale; you felt a little guilty for scaring him. “Well… at least it ain’t Manhandla or something like that.”

“I’m not scared of a dragon,” he said, more to convince himself than you.

“Yeah okay, sure. Y’know there’s a difference between being brave and being stupid.” You reached into your pack. “Tell you what, I’ll let you borrow one of my rings here. I charge interest though, so expect to pay up next time – otherwise I’m gonna steal whatever is so important in that dungeon from you.” You tossed a gold ring with a blue gemstone to him.

Link slipped it on. In a swirl of magic, his tunic turned white with a heavy vest of chain mail underneath. “Whoa.”

“Can’t say it’ll help much with killing Aquamentus, but it should keep you alive.”

Link ran his fingers over the new tunic. “Thank you.”

“You still owe me later,” you grumbled. You got up and led the way along the massive lake to a rickety bridge leading to the northeastern island. “There. Cross the bridge and you’ll get to the dungeon. Just be careful the Lake Zora don’t pull you under. Once on that island, the entrance is hidden inside the stump of the Ancient Tree.”

“Thank you,” Link said again, drawing his rather dinky sword.

“I hope this is worth it.”

“It is.”

You watched Link cross the bridge safely – thankfully the Zora seemed to be sluggish today. “Good luck kid,” you muttered to yourself. The Sheikah tattoo on your arm was just barely poking out from under your sleeve. “You pull this off and actually find the Princess’s Triforce… well, damn, you really will be a hero.”

===

“Ow…” you groaned. You shook the grogginess from your head, not sure what that dream meant. At the very least, it was a welcome change from the usual nightmare.

You blinked a few times. Wherever Din decided to drop you this time was so dark it was nearly the same eyes open or shut. There were a few pinpricks of light in the distance, but it was clear you were no longer in the Castle. It was humid and a bit stale. Something in the air made your lungs burn a little. “I’ve got to stop waking up in weird places,” you grumbled.

You tied a handkerchief over your nose and mouth in a makeshift mask. You then fished around in your pack for some flint and your lantern. A simple strike of your Eightfold Blade was more than enough to get the spark you needed. You lit the lantern and strapped it to your belt.

The light revealed a few things to you immediately. First, you were surrounded by solid pools of gloom. Spores of some kind also wafted in the air. You pulled your mask a little tighter. Second, you were at the bottom of an ancient ruin. The design of the ruins was similar to what you saw under the castle, though perhaps in better condition. “So, the Zonai were here too,” you muttered. “Zelda would be losing her mind right now.”

Third, and maybe most troubling, your Eightfold Blade had suddenly become severely damaged. Dark spots and rust were splotched all over; any more use would probably break it completely. You quickly turned to check your main weapon. Thankfully, the Sword of the Six Sages was untouched, still softly glowing with magic. The words of the Great Deku Tree came back to you.

“That is the Sword of the Six Sages, a relic of the Twilight Era. That very sword was once wielded by the ancient sages, but also by Calamity Ganon’s former incarnation known as Ganondorf. That man, might I add, was your predecessor as champion of the Goddess Din…”

Ganondorf… there were numerous legends of the mortal incarnations of Ganon. Ganondorf, the traitor of the Gerudo, the king of thieves, master of the Flames of Chaos, lord of monsters, the Beast, the King of Evil, the Calamity… and apparently the Demon King. Knowing that monster may have once held your piece of the Triforce was not comforting to say the least. Yet, you also remembered the other thing the Great Deku Tree said.

“…The sword is imbued with the blood of Ganon; even it and its minions cannot block its strike. However, a word of caution: the sword is imbued with the energy of light and darkness making it capable of bringing great good or great evil to Hyrule. I trust you will make the right decision.”

You couldn’t dwell on that now. You needed to figure out where you were and how to get back to Link and Zelda. You sheathed your Eightfold Blade for now. Carefully, you stepped between gaps in the gloom. Strange creatures like fireflies with ten wings lazily drifted around you. Mushrooms shot little puffs of spores as if they were breathing. You could hear things moving and unfriendly cries and chirps in the darkness, but they all sounded far enough away for you not to worry.

In the darkness, a large orange object stood out. It cast a very dim light, but it seemed to be the best option for what you had to go off of. It was quiet in that direction, no monsters. On the other hand, if that meant the monsters were afraid of whatever it was… well, you didn’t want to think about that. For now, it was the best chance you had.

The strange object was above you, so you carefully made your way up the cliffs, avoiding the gloom. As you got closer, you saw it was much larger than you expected. The orange bulb you saw had to be the size of a small house. It cast a scarce bit of bright light at its base. It seemed to be organic, wrapped in roots that dug into the sandy soil. It seemed safe, but you remembered stories Prince Sidon had told you of fish in the deepest, darkest parts of the Great Sea that tempted their prey with light. You stayed back and watched it carefully for a moment. As far as you could tell, there was no movement, and the roots didn’t seem to be an elaborate disguise. With one hand on your greatsword, you crept forward.

Lucky for you, the object was not a monster in disguise and definitely some kind of plant. The light it cast was little, but bright as day. Just standing near it made the clinging feeling of the gloom-filled air dissipate. You inspected the plant, surprised to see a floating sigil above you. You couldn’t quite tell if it was magic or technology or perhaps a mix of both, nor could you read any of the runes lining the edge of the green sigil. What you could recognize was the obvious shape of a hand. It also looked a lot like something the Sheikah Slate would have activated. Reaching up, you held your right hand as close as possible to the sigil.

Nothing.

You frowned, but then an idea came to you. You instead reached with your left hand, feeling the familiar pull of the Triforce of Power. Your hand began to glow, and the sigil disappeared. For a moment, nothing happened, but then the bulb lit up. Pulses of light raced along the roots into the earth. Shielding your eyes behind your hood, you braced yourself as a bright flash filled the cavern.

As your eyes adjusted, you noticed a blue glow in the sand – a shape familiar to you as one of the many waypoints set by the Sheikah for their shrines. You looked up to see that this section of the cavern was now filled with light. New plants familiar to you from the surface now grew along the edge of the strange light plant’s roots.

You extinguished your lantern and got a better look at where you had been trapped. Gloom was indeed everywhere, but it was at least spaced far enough apart for you to travel safely. There were indeed monsters around, but they seemed content to stay far from you. What caught your attention instead were the many nightmarish trees growing here in the darkness. Strange rock formations were filled with a green ore, not quite like luminous ore. The pinpricks of light you had seen were little floating flames, and they seemed to be gathered around odd ruins here in the deep darkness.

You decided to explore a bit more – waiting around wouldn’t do you much good after all. Your first stop was the little flames. They burned without heat, and while they couldn’t move, they seemed to try to float to you. You reached out with your hand, and they suddenly flew into your palm, disappearing and merging with your body. A chill shot down your spine with each one. It took a moment, but you then realized where you had felt this before: when you stood at death’s door.

“They’re Poes,” you realized. Imagining the poor lost souls trapped forever in darkness made your heart ache. “You all must be trying to find your way beyond…” You knew more than a few legends of the heroes of past Hyrule helping put both docile and hostile Poes to rest, and resolved to gather as many as you could.

You picked up a trail of Poes, climbing higher until you were out of the ruins. Gloom-mutated monsters danced in the distance, and you gave them a wide berth. You continued following the ghostly flames, but then came across something that made you freeze. Rather than the flame of a Poe Soul, you stared into a frozen shade of a Hylian soldier, holding a weapon. Looking around, you realized there were several, all frozen atop stone pillars.

You have had experience with ghosts – considering meeting the spirits of the Champions before and your own experience. These were not your usual ghosts. The soldiers were more shadows, bound by dark chains to the earth. They hardly moved, but you could feel their eyes on you as they stayed frozen to the ground. Worst of all, you recognized the insignia on their armor – they were the soldiers you trained to protect Akkala Citadel, part of your personal battalion. “I’m so sorry I wasn’t there to defend you.” The spirits seemed to move as if offering their weapons to you. Oddly, their weapons were completely free from the touch of the gloom.

The clanking of chains caught your attention as you turned to another shade, struggling to walk to you. This one had some of his defining features still and appeared to be an old Sheikah man. Your heart broke, even as an old man, you recognized him. “Sharpe…”

The shade nodded. You knew he lived a long full life, training your friend Kass in music, but when Kass had told you Sharpe had passed from a mysterious illness, you never expected it to be the gloom. As he shuffled closer, his age slowly reversed until you were looking into the sullen eyes of your best friend, as young as the last day you saw him. He opened his mouth to speak but a mere wheeze was all that came out.

“Sharpe, I’m so sorry,” you started to say, but he held up a hand and looked at you with a fixed stare. “I know it’s not my fault, but still.” The shade cracked a smile. He reached into his satchel, overstuffed with sheet music even in death, and pulled out one of his notebooks. As the Royal Poet and Maestro, it was stamped with the insignia of the Royal Family: the Winged Triforce. He tapped the insignia, touching each piece of the Triforce before turning to you.

“The Triforce… right, power, wisdom, and courage. What about it?” He circled all three with his finger, over and over again. “The Triforce… repeats?” He pointed at you and grinned. He then pointed to your hand. “I have part of the Triforce, yes… but I don’t get what you mean?”

Sharpe frowned. He reached to see if he had a way to write it down, but apparently ghostly ink does not work well for human eyes. Finally, he snapped his fingers and grabbed his ocarina. He played three notes, repeated twice. It wasn’t the Royal Family’s song, or the song Kass always liked to play at the stables. “I’m sorry, I don’t recognize it.”

Sharpe looked exasperated. Suddenly, you both heard voices. He grabbed you by the shoulders, his ice-cold hands felt like they were sucking the warmth from you. He looked apologetic but determined. “Not… part… cycle…” He managed to force out in a rasp. “Have… break… cycle…”

“What do you mean? The cycle?”

“Part of… plan…You are not part of the cycle… You have to break the cycle…”

With that, the corrupted spirit began to fade. “Wait, Sharpe no! Don’t go!” Sharpe looked at you with one final pleading look before fading away entirely. All that was left was a scrap of sheet music, with the notes of the song he had played.

“Damn it!” You kicked a rock. “What does that even mean? What does it have to do with the Triforce?”

“Hello? Is someone there?” You forgot about the voices. Instinctively you tied a rag you used to clean your weapons over your hand, hiding your tattoo. You rested your hand on the hilt of your Eightfold Blade and slowly walked towards the source.

At the edge of a cliff, and the edge of mine ruins, there were three Zonai Research Team members. “Oh wow,” the first said, “What are you doing down here? This is a really dangerous place!”

“Yeah, you could say that again,” you said. Your eyes scanned over them. You noticed their uniforms looked a bit off, and they were moving some crates and a small heavy-duty lockbox. “Wasn’t exactly intended.”

“Not intended?” The second asked. “What’s that supposed to mean? How do you end up in the Depths by accident?” You then noticed the third fishing a banana out of the crate, one of what seemed to be hundreds. Everything fell into place.

You were glad to be wearing your generic Hylian tunic today instead of your trusty Royal Guard armor. Yiga soldiers still weren’t the brightest of the bunch, but even that would’ve been a dead giveaway. The information they let slip was valuable though. You were in the Depths, the rumored vast underworld of Hyrule. “Oh, you know… I… fell?”

“Fell? That far? And you survived?”

“Not the first time either,” you mumbled. “So, you’re part of the Zonai Research Team?”

“Oh yeah, love researching that Zonai!” The four of you quietly stared at each other for a moment. “You’ve figured us out, huh?”

“It’s not subtle,” you said. “But considering three Yiga soldiers and a giant cliff… sorry, but I’m gonna work through something that I’ve wanted to deal with for over a century.”

“…what?”

They didn’t have a moment to react as you hit the first with a mortal draw. You turned and flung your Eightfold Blade at the second. It shattered on impact but gave you plenty of time to draw your main weapon and knock them down. Both escaped in a puff of smoke.

The third looked at you in horror. “You… you’re the Prince of the Wild!”

“Yup,” you said, popping the P. “And I’m really not in a good mood.” The final Yiga soldier tried to run but wasn’t fast enough, as you unleashed a spin attack, sending him flying into the abyss. You peeked over and saw a poof as the soldier teleported away to safety. “Ah well,” you sighed. “Now let’s get a look at what was so important.”

You lit a campfire and set to work opening the crates. As expected, nearly all of them were filled with Mighty Bananas. You set a few out to roast for yourself, then started on the lockbox. Lucky for you, the Yiga left the key behind. Inside there were a few reports, outlining where their bases were. It appeared after the fall of the Calamity, they chose to set up shop in the Depths. What you interrupted seemed to be a normal supply caravan, though you did wonder if they ate anything besides bananas.

The last report was the most interesting. It read:

This artifact was found near where the Temple of Time would be on the surface. It seems to have some level of latent power, but the engineering team can’t figure out what it does. Maybe we can break into the Princess’ house and steal her notes? She probably knows what it’s for.

Mission: Transport safely via Depths to Akkala Surface Base.

Glory to Master Kohga!

The note of a surface base was a bit concerning, though not as bad as the thought of them breaking into Zelda’s house. Then again, that would be incredibly dumb. Sure, you and Link may have given the house to her since she liked to spend more time in Hateno than the two of you did but considering you and Link were the strongest warriors in Hyrule? It was like the Yiga had a death wish.

Then again, with Zelda missing that didn’t really matter now, did it?

You fished around in the box and found the odd artifact that the Yiga were so concerned about: a dark blue crystal. Unlike the comma-like crystal Zelda found attached to that skeletal arm, this one was more of a water droplet shape. It changed in the light of the fire as well. From one angle, it was a beautiful deep blue, reminding you a bit of the Sheikah Slate. From another, it looked like solid pewter. In either state it had been etched with runes that you couldn’t read. “Zelda definitely could figure this out, whatever it is,” you said to yourself, turning it back and forth in the light.

“Your majesty!” A familiar shout came from beyond the next hill. You slid the stone into your pocket. Two familiar faces were running over to you – well, one running and one hobbling.

“Hey you!” The other shouted, adjusting his goggles. At first you broke into a wide smile, but then stopped.

“Wait, password check, category 3!”

“Bah, do we really need that?” The smaller man grumbled.

“Considering I just ran into the Yiga clan, yes.”

“It’s better to be safe Robbie,” the taller one said. He broke into a wide grin. “Hateno Milk!”

“Cherry,” said the other, striking a pose.

You breathed a sigh of relief. “Wildberry Crepe. Robbie, Tauro I don’t think I’ve ever been happier to see you.”

The two men sighed. “Thank goodness you’re safe, your majesty,” Tauro said. The man was brains and brawn rolled into one, the leading voice in Zonai research who could probably bench press a mountain. On top of that, he was a total sweetheart and single. It was no wonder he was one of Hyrule’s most eligible bachelors with Link now dating you. That said, his passion for his work came with a lack of common sense. Tauro was incredibly dense sometimes, himbo to a fault and bringing new meaning to the term dummy thick. “After you went to investigate the castle, everything’s been crazy!”

“Of course, you’d be involved. All these years and the Prince is still a troublemaker.” Robbie tsked, though you were used to his teasing. Even after five years it was hard for you to believe this old man was the same punk scientist and former co-director of the Sheikah Research Team from a century ago. Sure, he was older now, but he was still brilliant – and still loved to make your life a bit more insane. “If only you’d been using my upgraded tech in your armor…”

You fought the involuntary shiver. “Robbie, last time, it tried to launch me off a mountain.”

“Doesn’t exactly beat the Depths, how did you end up here?”

“It’s… complicated. You haven’t seen Link or Zelda, have you?”

Tauro frowned. “We were hoping to ask you that. After the Upheaval, we haven’t seen either of them. And with everything going wrong across the kingdom…”

Your heart sank. “Wait, Upheaval? What’s going on?”

Robbie had one of his rare soft moments. “Hey… let’s take this slow.”

“Robbie, tell me. What’s going on?”

The older scientist crossed his arms and frowned. “It may be better to show you. Tauro, let’s cut this trip short and head home! Josha can wait for our notes later.”

“Certainly Robbie, our investigation into these mines can wait.” Tauro paused for a moment, then stroked his chin. “Though their connection to the Zonai is unmistakable, really fascinating when you think about just how extensive their empire must have been…”

“Come on Tauro, you can tell me about it on the way home,” you laughed.

Robbie led you back to his hot-air balloon. In no time it was rising slowly up the chasm. The spread of the gloom was far worse than you imagined. Deep below Hyrule, a plague was spreading. You knew if you didn’t contain it, the Demon King’s touch would spread to every corner of the Kingdom, if it hadn’t already. Looking up to the growing light, you hoped for the best – yet between your dreams and what you saw under Hyrule Castle… you couldn’t help but feel a little fear for what the future may hold.

[caliburn-the-sword]

more scarlet thoughts and reactions

reading chapter 14 it inexplicably occured to me that a japanese man is the emperor of the ENTIRE asian continent. fuck my lack of media literacy. yep i finally see why everyone is upset about asia being monolithic and homogenised in this series now. this makes me SO uncomfortable even knowing the context that each continent came together during peacetimes. yikes reeks of colonialism and imperialism

i'm at least a lot less mad at kai in chapter 14. practicality rather than outright disdain for cyborgs and lunars. usually i would be upset at love lost, but he's doing what he must to save his people and i can respect that as much as i'm like OH NO POOR CINDER. glad he's got his head on straight now and not being a close minded dick

please for the love of god don't tell me that the thorne and scarlet thing is one of those mate pair things but like scifi version. between him losing control at the fight and the foreshadowing in the article that scarlet read it seems highly likely. please don't do this to me i'm begging on my hands and knees don't make me go through this again. the only time it was tolerable was aurora rising

i also went back and reread thorne's intro because i was drop dead exhausted when i read it the first time around and i think that accounts for a lot of my annoyance and also not reading between the lines properly. doesn't outright hit on her or shows any REAL interest other than making a game out of it. he doesn't ACTUALLY want her and isn't a groomer. idk what's happened to me because i used to LOVE flirty characters when i was younger but now it seems no matter what i see them and just instantly dislike for whatever reason. while i don't outright h a t e thorne anymore he still kind of bothers me. whatever

safe to say i absolutely love scarlet to death right now. i feel like she didn't get as much of a save the cat moment as cinder did in her first chapter. i mean she DID in a literal sense when she gets up on the bar counter and defends cinder, but that's just being a Good Person and being a good person isn't exactly a personality trait, compared to cinder getting to be snarky in her first chapter. i think THAT is what was off to me when i read her first few chapters. but now that scarlet's personality has been able to shine i love her just as much as cinder. she's awesome and i love her

i ADORE the way marissa meyer writes women. cinder, peony, iko and ESPECIALLY scarlet are all such girls girls. i love them to death. i could go SO in depth about despite her being a bit white feminist (intersectionality problem which she fixes right up in renegades which i loved) marissa was SO good for this ESPECIALLY considering this is 2012. like some could easily write off cinder or scarlet as not like other girls but NO you are doing them a DISSERVICE and not understanding the INTRICACIES. i could write an entire essay about how much miss marissa meyer slayed when it came to representing women but this is neither the time nor the place. maybe next time.

"alpha male" STOP. immediately jail. first of all that was a myth debunked FOREVER ago. second of all, cringe. it's giving omegaverse. makes me want to put my head through a wall

omg he's a former gang member. this is literally giving wattpad mafia werewolf x reader but it's funny so i'm letting it slide

okay the interaction between iko and thorne was actually surprisingly touching. small tiny part of my stone cold heart has warmed towards him. perhaps he'll grow on me. also glad to have iko back i missed her dearly <3 the book didn't feel the same without her

oh no. scarlet has i can fix him disease. ik that she's meant to be little red riding hood but at this moment she seems more like belle teaching the beast but instead of reading it's what zucchinis are fksdhfsdkh

"Not much older than she was" STOP. okay. this is an Important Character. ding ding ding alarm bells are going off in my head for nondescript dimples guy (sidenote: yep he's from the gang)

not ANOTHER set of characters skipping quarantine lmao this is so accurate considering how covid went. since they're gonna jump the train i bet he's gonna have to hold her or something (sidenote: I WAS RIGHT MWAHAHAHAHA)

wow i don't remember any mention of michelle benoit from maybe-rapunzel. that now explains why granny's been kidnapped

of course wolf has pointy fang teeth. i can definitely see some simps going wild over that (let's just see how long it takes for me to become a simp and if so you have my full permission to make fun of me)

(after getting shot) "When you greeted me with a gun on your doorstep," he said, "it's nice to know you meant it." EVERYONE PACK UP AND GO HOME THAT WAS PEAK ROMANCE RIGHT THERE. same energy as emma pulling a knife on hook first time she met him. i'm severely delulu

(sarcastic voice) wow! scarlet is at the very least quarter lunar! didn't see that one coming at all,,,,,

it's actually hilarious how everyone is related lmao this is just like ouat. we've been hearing about tanner from book 1 and surprise surprise!! he's scarlet's gramp. not only is cinder the lost lunar princess but the evil queen is her aunt and also princess winter is her cousin. who's gonna be related next

[silverflqmes]

HELP IWOWSHJE YOU THINK IM FUNNY??😻 im kidding.. let me be normal🫡

im sure it’ll be great!! would fr read your og work if you’re producing content this solid😩 BUT YEAH IDK SEFIKURA JUST GOT SOMETHING THAT HAD ME GASPING FOR AIR ITS JUST LIKE?? they’re so complex and despite being enemies they literally understand one another the best?? it’s just so insane to me honestly how similar yet so different that they are- it intrigues me to see how they progress throughout the games ( i’ve only played remake — which i finished almost two weeks ago i wanna say, playing cc now as im answering actually😭, ec and watched ac ), but i have limited time since i gotta start up college in september and wont have a console at my disposal since im leaving it behind probs</3

i myself have not written much for sefikura — just got one thing up on my acc which was an intrusive / analysis drabble while i was playing remake and got to the edge of creation😵‍💫 cuz writing oneshots is not something i often do unless i have an idea and i just need to get it OUT of my brain😭 otherwise i occupy myself with my lengthier fics on wattpad — which are for haikyuu😭 but since i’ve been brain rotting sm abt ff7 i decided to indulge just a little bit to try my hand at writing it<3

DIALOGUE?? honestly, valid cuz whenever i read their interactions in your fics it’s just crazy how on point they both are. dialogue fr is super important to writing which im trying to work on rn as i write my original story cuz i gotta remember speech mannerisms, behavior, stuff like that so characters are differentiated!! hmm, tbh listening to voices does make sense cuz somehow you had me hearing their voices for certain lines so good job on that, cuz you hella succeeded😩 agreed tho character / relationship development, whether or not established is important and i think you handle it rlly well along with the progression throughout your stories, granted i was VERY MUCH on the edge of my seat during the last chance w the whole tifa thing😭 ITS HONESTLY A RELIEF THAT YOU DO HAPPY ENDINGS cuz STAR WARS RUINED ME TBH so getting a happy ending for a change is so refreshing🧎‍♀️HOKANO ATE AT ME IT WAS 4AM AND I COULD NOT SLEEP UNTIL I FINISHED READING😭 when i got to the end i was like ohmygod are they gonna die?? but still a good fic i rlly loved the concept<3 angst just has me some way😔

BAKAHWKWWJ A SCORPIO?? okay okay it does explain a bit LMAO slay scorpio rep<3 yeah im just naturally impatient😵‍💫 and just spontaneous when it comes to writing.. deadass i would open up my books and just go in while thinking of stuff along the way ( basically, no plan minus the outline i make.. )

but i agree with what you mean abt having smtn to look forward to, i used to do that but keeping a schedule became a little difficult these last few years so i just kinda posted stuff whenever i could :’) at times i might also lose inspo and shift over to another fic but atm ive just been focusing on one full on fic since i fleshed it out the most and just a bit of a happy place for me🫶 i understand w your fics tho cuz seph and cloud are pretty different in each story from what i saw! PLS I TRIED TO DO A SHIP WEEK ONCE FOR A PAIRING AND I DID NOT LAST😭 i was like aint no way i cannot keep up like this.. but what you produced was chef’s kiss honestly, loved<3 PLS I DID NOT EXPECT YOU TO RESPOND AGAIN I WAS LIKE OH!!

DEFINITELY HAD A SPIRITUAL EXPERIENCE🫣 i went into the theater completely blind to what was gonna happen and was surprised to see so many ppl?? and honestly ate up the whole movie — like ik there are mixed opinions regarding it but it was so good??? and when sephiroth showed up at the end i was completely GONE my eyes were fr glued to the screen it was just insane and the fight was so well put together??? 12/10 movie🗣️ OOOO THAT SOUNDS COOL honestly i wish i’d gotten into ff at a younger age but growing up i was super immersed in tekken and star wars ( mainly ), it’s where a lot of my inspiration comes from😵‍💫 probably why i like sephiroth sm too cuz he reminds me of anakin a lot.. but yeah, i held off on tapping into ff since school was out for blood with me🫡 so i’m grinding and indulging in whatever i can now before uni starts for me😭 BAHAHAHA she has no intentions of allowing me any escape i fear.. BRO FFN AS IN FANFICTION.NET?? i have not heard abt that site in so long oml.. i started there too back in 2017😭😭 i was into fairy tail at the time :’) but i shifted over to wp and now juggle wp and tumblr.. online ive been writing i wanna say for about seven years?? but writing ive been doing since i was about eight yrs old ( currently nineteen😵‍💫 ) geez i feel old now as well looking back at everything i wrote😭😭

HAJQHSJS YEAH E2L😭😭 last year i was reading so many fantasy enemies to lovers books that i picked up the lingo readers often used..😶‍🌫️ BUT IT SO IS THE BEST DYNAMIC! it just goes harder than it should😩 zakkura is cute but i feel you on that i need complexity i need ANGST i need shit to go down, the touch her / him and you die, the who hurt you, stakes, conflict, build up — SLOW BURN AND THE BANTER OML like i need all of that bc when they get together there’s just- this satisfaction where you’re like FUCK YEAH!! ahem but yeah😭 i agree, zakkura is more comforting and just sweet, very much on the healing side — its good when you need hella fluff</3 but they’re also the definition of right person, wrong time / not enough time🥹 ff7 is so cruel</3

IM FR LIVING FOR SEPHIROTH TEASING THE HELL OUT OF CLOUD AND GETTING ON HIS NERVES😭 its just so GOOD. so satisfying to read🫣 ZACK IS SUCH A BESTI FR!! we love him for supporting his buddies<3 i cant wait to see more!! and yes😭 i read everything a little throughout the month since your style was just so refreshing to read<3

the last chance was so good honestly i rlly liked the way you explored what was essentially a hypothetical of sephiroth returning again — i was so worried the whole time that smtn would happen to him but then i was like happy ending happy ending ( me on copium basically ) and it all went well<3 it was so cute to see sephi with the kids🥹

fr?? honestly i can see what you mean, i did notice it was a bit on the darker side which made me curious to see how you would handle the story — but i hope you’re doing okay now!! make sure you’re taking care of yourself!! but yup it helps to write whenever things are tough tbh, best way to get stuff out :’) looking forward to seeing the reunion yupyup<3

BAHAHHA DW I WROTE A LOT TOO SO YOURE GOOD😭

hi hi not necessarily an ask but i wanted to tell you that your works are so good??? like i’m still trying to wrap my head around the fact that your stories are not the canon plot of ff7 AND YET IT FEELS SO REALISTIC BECAUSE YOU PORTRAY THE CHARACTERS SO WELL??? i fr almost gaslighted myself for a second there BAHAHAHA ahem, anyway, really love your style of writing, it’s so refreshing to me<3 literally got me giddy and looking forward to fic updates for the first time in awhile?? i’ve been in a reading slump for a good minute and your sefikura fics dragged me out in the most emotional yet spicy way possible IDK HOW YOU DO IT WITH THE WAY TAG TEAMING SMUT AND ANGST SO LANGUIDLY, LITERALLY GOT ME UGLY CRYING ONE MINUTE AND THEN SCREAMING THE NEXT

the power you hold oml but anyway — all in all it’s immaculate, eating it up fr🧎‍♀️ can’t wait to read more!!

and ummmm.. my bad for the word vomit i fr had to simp on main and show my appreciation🫡 have a good rest of your day / night!!<33

Wow, thank you so much! 😱 It’s not everyday I get praised like that, and I’m so honored you like my work that much! 🥰 I love to write, and I have original work on the backburner indefinitely because sefikura has stolen my soul for all eternity, haha. And I know exactly what you mean, I was so disappointed that fics I liked a lot only updated once a year or were left unfinished and I just...got so fed up with it that I decided I’d rather just spend my time writing my own than keep trying to read them. That’s why I’ll never leave a story unfinished(though sequels may take a while to appear). My comments section on AO3 is open to both users and guests, so you are always free to scream about it there or here, I don’t mind in the slightest! It makes me excited to post when you’re excited for the update, too! 

Out of curiosity, which story got you hooked on my work? 👀 In Death is my current fic that has 5 chapters left, and I’ll post one every single Friday until it’s complete, with chapter 15 coming out in just a couple days~! Ahh, the reunion is almost at hand! I also made a special image for the final chapter, and I can’t wait to share it. :) Thank you for leaving me such a lovely comment, I’m truly honored to receive it! 💖💖

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Reprieve

This is a part of my one-shot book about Gehrman called: Even the doll, should it please you... You can find the whole book on these platforms: FanFiction, AO3, Wattpad or Quotev. Bloodborne belongs to its respectful owner.

Reprieve

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"Ah-hah, you must be the new hunter. Welcome to the Hunter's Dream. This will be your home, for now."

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You sought refuge after another venture through the dark streets of the Cathedral Ward. Blood and grime fell off every corner of your dark coat. Some of it yours, most of it from the men-beasts you have slayed on the way. Their souls echoed within your undying six-foot frame, whispering their desire to become your strength.

With a sigh, you righted your messy attire and tousled the grey, cropped hair on your head- You were too old for this.

With your failing memory, even that was a challenge. You couldn't even tell why you stepped foot into Yharnam, though you suspected, after a bit of speculating over a cup of tea with Gilbert (may God watch over him), that you must have been ridden with an illness just as he was. You couldn't imagine any other reason why someone would set foot into this cursed city.

Little did you know that your search for a cure became your ticket to an existence of unending horror.

The Night of the Hunt.

It would be wise to visit the soft-spoken Doll first, but it was always Gehrman you sought out first.

Ever since you stumbled into the Hunter's Dream, freshly dismembered by the Scourge of Beasts at the Clinic you had awakened in, the mansion hardly offered any comfort. The Messengers though, remained adorable with their ghastly appearance nevertheless.

They were, after all, the very first inhabitants you have met in the Dream, the very first friendly spirits offering you guidance instead of a gruesome death.

With languid strides, you stepped up the pavement and passed the Doll with a curt nod serving as a hello. You remembered how the Doll had laid unmovingly at the corner she now stood in, awaiting your return, with the front doors of the Workshop tightly shut. There had been no way other than the way back, through the only messenger-inhabited gravestone.

The scent of dry wood wafted through the homely-looking Workshop that should have calmed those aching joints in your decaying bones, but alas, it was not so, and now, having discovered its real-life replica, you had a sound reason to.

It wasn't real.

As much as it tried to convince you of the opposite with its misleading sense of safety. It was a dreamscape in its truest sense - a Hunter's Dream. And judging by the myriad of gravestones littered across its plane, it was dreadfully apparent that at many points in time, there were other Hunters of the Dream.

It had to be Gehrman's, or the Doll's?

Then again, how come you shared a dream with somebody? It didn't make any sense. That you were still alive after countless deaths made no sense. NOTHING. MADE. SENSE!

The more you investigated the mystery behind your continuing existence and invested time into finding a way to end the hunt, the more answers seemed to elude you. It felt as if with every layer discovered, another lay in waiting.

Seek the Paleblood to ascend the hunt.

To escape this dreadful Hunter's Dream, halt the source of the spreading scourge of beasts, lest the night carry on forever.

Ascend to Oedon Chapel.

The Byrgenwerth spider hides all manner of rituals, and keeps our lost master from us. A terrible shame. It makes my head shudder uncontrollably.

"Whatever happens, you may think it all a bad dream."

By now, you WISHED it would have been just that - a bad dream; a nightmare. You discovered it was way worse.

It had been on your second return, after making acquaintances with such as Iosefka and Gilbert, that you had met the man you now came to know as Gehrman. You had regarded him cautiously back then, as your last encounter with a man in a wheelchair had been less than ideal.

But the elder posed no visible threat to you. How could he? Feeble and frail (look who's talking), with a stump for a leg. If you had learnt a singular thing about being a Hunter, then it was that not all things were all they seemed to be - and Gehrman was one of them.

"He was a hunter long, long ago, but now serves only to advise them. He is obscure, unseen in the dreaming world. Still, he stays here, in this dream… such is his purpose."

Those were the words Doll has spoken about Gehrman, and despite your stoked curiosity, you questioned her no further about it. Remembering yourself, your nose scrunched from the stench on your clothes, all bile and intestines from rotten dogs and overgrown crows and unsavoury things you would not put a name on.

Setting down your Saw Cleaver and Hunter Pistol on the work station right next to the altar, you were ginger in your movement to rid you of the besmudged coat and hat, leaving you only in a grey sleeveless tunic, long faded in colour and stretched too thin by years of consecutive usage.

There was a bucket of water freshly prepared nearby with a clean rag peeking from its rim. Courtesy of the Doll, you'd have to express your gratitude for her once your break was over, perhaps by gifting her a small hair ornament you had found in the Old Workshop. Its colour would stand out most brilliantly against her head of greyish hair.

Snatching and wetting the rag in the container, you let it glide off the blotches of blood against pale, thinning skin, proceeding to clean yourself of the filth of Yharnam. It was an activity that brought some measure of tranquillity to your chaotic life - if it could longer be called like that - where there was no hurry to reach a finish line.

That was until your hearing picked up a most unusual sound you ever heard in the Dream, one you wouldn't have heard without the empowerment of the innumerable blood echoes you have imbibed as of far. Straining your ears, you halted your actions in favour of figuring out what exactly you were hearing.

It sounded distressing and subsequently, an image of Gascoigne's daughter flashed through your mind. The muscle beating behind your rib cage skipped a beat, you had found her just in time to save her from being trampled by a pig in the sewers. Oh, how terrified you had been for her.

The sheer panic it arose within you was enough to force your legs to act on their own accord and investigate the source.

They swiftly led you outside the Workshop, past the lonely gravestone where the Doll sometimes prayed on with ever-increasing haste, the mere sound of crying, no matter the age, has always seemed to be the thing to move your grandmotherly heart the most.

It didn't sit well with you to hear others in pain, which was why being a Hunter felt so incredibly difficult for you, as you were inflicting it at every turn nowadays. It was violent and against your nature, and weren't it for the Dream patching you up, you imagined you'd have gone mad by now.

But not at this moment, there was someone who needed your help, and your feelings were menial in comparison. Your search ended in a nook of the Dream you had never visited before and where you certainly never suspected to find Gehrman. You had not seen him in the Dream for a long time.

"Gehrman?"

No response was offered to you other than a whimper that picked at your already straining heartstrings. The soft blades of higher grass parted as you silently approached the sleeping man in his wheelchair, leaning with both hands upon his ornate cane.

Despite residing in a literal dream, the one whose dream you supposed this was, remained discontented.

Tormented.

He sounded nothing short of tormented. A subject of torture for his own mind or conventionally, by its frightening imagination that served to let him suffer within its confines.

Another louder sob tore you from your fruitless speculations and his sullen face drew your concerned gaze. You knelt in front of him. His face expressed his mounting age as it contracted into a pain-depicting grimace. The crow's feet served as channels for the flow of tears embarking on their journey downwards. Bunny lines littered the top of his celestial nose, speaking of the over-usage of this particular muscle.

It was for the first time that you had been given the opportunity to take a closer inspection of the opaque man not much older than you. Head hung low, shoulders hunched and spine bent forward, he had his hands situated on top of the other as he clutched the head of his cane until his knuckles turned white.

Without much thinking, you gently placed your palm onto his, almost jumping back from how cold his translucent skin felt to the touch. Not unlike a corpse would feel but you didn't let it get to you. Gehrman needed condoling, or at least to be lent a compassionate hand much like you wanted to offer it to him.

Gehrman did very little in response to your warmth, at first. As if he had forgotten what it felt like, and you felt another bout of pity for him. Although you were feeling quite touch-starved yourself as you sensed how the many short muscles in his hand relaxed.

After a while, the sobs grew sporadic at best, but the occasional whimper or two escaped him once in a while. When his hands grew lax, you made sure to transfer them both into yours to console him better through your touch, it seemed to be working.

The tender wind, artificial but no less perceivable, caressed your exposed skin and forced a shudder throughout your body. You grew alarmed as your shaking seemed to rouse him a wee bit, but thankfully, not enough to bring him back to awareness.

This could have turned awkward real quick - not that you minded. You were too old to care for embarrassment.

Gehrman suddenly, however, began muttering to himself and cursing your curiosity, you shuffled closer, almost touching his knees as you brought your conjoined hands closer to your mouth, further warming them up with every breath that left you.

"Oh, Laurence… what's taking you so long… I've grown too old for this, of little use now, I'm afraid."

Don't say that, you wanted to tell him even though he wouldn't have heard it. Yet, the utter defeat in his voice was oppressive and you subconsciously tightened your grip on him, those slender fingers of yours intertwining with his bony ones. It felt right.

You weren't giving it much hope as you saw how the nightmare had him trapped, but your efforts weren't proving to be in vain at all as his yowls of agony slowly dimmed and slowly turned into peaceful snoring.

You smiled to yourself, thinking you had somehow managed to calm the torrent inside his mind without waking him up. So much so that you also benefited from the skin-to-skin contact and found yourself switching positions so that you could also rest with him in a more comfortable position. One that didn't strain your knees and hurt your back.

Taking his cane, you sat down in front of him, your back resting against his shins. Letting go of him, in the meantime, was not an option as you manoeuvred his hands to rest on your shoulders. Since becoming the Hunter of the Dream, the desire to fulfil your basic human needs down spiraled until there wasn't a need for them at all.

But this felt… nice. Nostalgic. A bit sorely missed.

Like discovering something you once knew intimately, and dozing off never felt easier than with him. A little nap wouldn't hurt now, would it? The worry that Gehrman would wake up gradually fell away with your consciousness and before you knew it, your gentle snores joined his, creating a cacophony of sounds that would surely annoy anyone else - but not the Doll - who secretly stood at the far end by the graves, and watched on with the gentlest of smiles as her creator found temporary peace in the arms of their Good Hunter.

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bestie i am seeing lots of ungrateful bitchies on tik tok saying some ungrateful shit about Art Heist and i am about to pull a muscle!!! i just want you to know that whole book!!! and i Mean WHOLE BOOK slayed it self. no other explanation needed. you are the hands down on of my favorite author and i've been in 1D/Harry fandom and have read lots of wattpad and ao3 and i can assure you, you slayy as an writer!!! i am waiting for anything new, it doesn't matter how long it's going to take i am sitting in 1st row!!!!

First, I want to say thank you for the kind words about Art Heist! Everyone's kindness means so, so much to me <3

Second, this is sort of the reason I'm not super active on tiktok (on my non-personal account at least) because not every fic is going to be everyone's cup of tea and that is totally okay and valid! and people on tiktok have a lot of opinions (sometimes not always super respectful opinions and it is what it is) but it makes me nervous going on there ngl. it's my job to curate the experience i want online which is why i like platforms like tumblr where it's super easy to filter out things and blogs i don't want to interact with and see (for my own sake)

Third, I'm a little bit of a fragile person haha and this is my first fanfic, my first anything I've ever written. Ever. So, I realise it's not perfect, and some people might not even think it's good or like the direction it went in, which is fine! But it's still a personal thing to share your writing and to share something you worked hard on and are proud of with the world. So, all I can ask for is patience and understanding (and so many of you have been so unbelievably kind and supportive you've done so much more than I ever imagined and im so grateful for that <3)

but yeahhhh i don't think i'm going to be going on tiktok for a while at least for my own sake haha <3 I didn't really expect the last few chapters to cause sort of an adverse reaction so it's taken me a little bit by surprise ngl but we move 😎 ��

[blueberry-sunshines]

Small Surpises— Big Brother Shiro x Little Sister Reader

Summary:

You are Shiro's younger sister waiting on him to return from a mission while you reminisce about your life with your big brother which then gets interrupted when he brings you back an unexpected surprise...

Word Count: ~2K

Childhood memories | Brotherly Love

Requested by: @white_skittle on Wattpad

{Your POV}

Honestly, you had never really thought that it would be so boring to be in a half-castle half-spaceship until you were actually in one. It sounds crazy to even think you'd be in one let alone that one exists! One moment you were on earth with Keith trying to figure out these weird radio signals and then the next your brother who'd been missing for a year had crash landed onto earth in an alien pod! And just when you didn't think anything could get any crazier, you found a giant blue lion that whisked you all away into space! That was just the beginning of all the adventures you'd have traveling the universe with your new found family. But as of now, the only thing you could do is wait around the Castle of Lions until the Paladins are back from their mission. To keep your mind off of your boredom and anxiety you tried your best to distract yourself with useless things like wondering the castle and getting lost in your own thoughts.

You were significantly younger than your brother, Shiro. While he was 25, you were only a teenager. You two were always rather close despite your age difference. Shiro was always so cool, you and all of your friends thought he was the most amazing person in the whole world. And if you were being honest with yourself, he still was. I mean, being the paladin of the Black Lion and the leader of Voltron was the coolest thing you could think of! As kids you and Shiro loved playing together, you would play with his soldiers and planes or he'd play dolls with you. You two would spend hours playing little games like hide and seek or just playing pretend.

You would be the princess and Shiro would always be the courageous knight there to protect and save you from evil villains and mystical dragons. Using sticks and pool noodles as swords he would slay any foes that even dared to hurt his little sister. Shiro has always been your hero in more ways than you'd ever realize.

"Fear not, Princess (Y/N)!" He would cry, holding his makeshift sword in the air. "I will slay this dragon to protect you and your kingdom from his evil!" He would then jab at one of your stuffed animals or sometimes even trees, pretending they were the villain.

     As you got older, you two were still super close. Shiro was then entering his teens, going to the Galaxy Garrison to be a pilot. He was so smart and so talented and all you ever wanted to do was impress him. When you didn't think he could get any cooler he always did. But even though he was at the Garrison, he still had never let you down. You have many memories of Shiro picking you up after school and taking you out to your favorite diner. Sitting in a booth across from each other he would ask you about your day while drinking a milkshake in his bright orange Cadet uniform.

"You look silly in your uniform, Takashi." Little you giggled in your memory. You could still see Shiro's face as he pulled away from his Oreo milkshake's straw, as well as the smile that formed on his face as he let out a small chuckle.

"I guess I do look kind of silly, huh?" He agreed, setting down his milkshake softly.

These couple times a week visits made it feel like Shiro had never really left at all. Soon you were able to transfer into the Garrison Cadet program and next thing you remember is staying up late into the night studying with Shiro and practicing your techniques. Shiro was the star of the Garrison and he still remained the star of your life. Sure you had made many friends, but Shiro was still your best friend above all else. You still remember when Shiro had introduced you to Keith and how you two got off to a rocky start. But eventually, it didn't feel like it was just you and Shiro against the world anymore. Soon you had a new honorary brother in Keith. You would all ride around together on Hoverbikes and Landspeeders and you even would take Keith for milkshakes at your diner.

"Hah!" You beamed triumphantly as you swung to a halt on your hoverbike. You looked behind you now as your brother came up to a stop behind you. You laughed triumphantly as you had just beaten Shiro to your designated finish line. "I told you I could beat you!"

"I never doubted you for a second." Shiro told you proudly as he whipped the sweat from his forehead.

You looked now on the other side of you over the edge of the large cliff next to you. "So can I learn the dive now?" You blurted out quickly.

Shiro laughed warmly, "Absolutely not." He said quickly and gave you a teasing smile. "Not until I'm sure you and Keith are both ready." He explained, watching you pout in amusement.

As you were entering your teenage years and Shiro was leaving his, you two had somehow managed to grow even closer. He had come out to you over the course of your time at the Garrison. You still remember him gushing to you all about his, then crush, Adam. You were there for him when coming to terms with his feelings and there when he brought Adam home to your parents for the first time. In return he was always there for you, helping you when you were sick, giving you advice when you were down in the dumps, and he helped you through your first ever breakup.

Time was flying by so quickly and soon, you were an accomplished pilot just like your big brother, and Shiro had asked Adam to marry him. Life was just the way you liked it and you didn't think anything could ruin your wonderful relationship with Shiro. If none of the petty sibling fights you got into or even any of the serious ones could have ruined it, you didn't know what could. But, you could never forget Kerberos...

"We're back!!!" You heard a voice shout from a room over. It was the cherry voice of Lance McClain exclaiming their arrival in the castle. You began running back down the corridor to return to the lounge where you heard the voices coming from.

"Hey, (Y/N)!" Hunk smiled seeing you enter the room. You saw Lance, Pidge, Hunk, Keith, and Allura all standing in the room.

"How did it go out there today?" You asked them all, subconsciously looking around for your brother. The Paladins went to a freed planet to collect some tech that was needed to help the fight against the Galra.

"We collected all the samples we needed." Pidge told you before gesturing behind her, "Coran and Shiro are unloading as we speak." She was unusually smiley, but you brushed it off as her just being happy to have new tech to work with. You were about to leave to go find Shiro when,

"(Y/N)," Keith said your name now, walking over to you, also dawning a small smile. "There's also something we brought back for you, too."

"Hey!" You heard Lance complain, "I wanted to be the one to tell (Y/N)!"

"Too bad." Keith smirked at him and the two began a small, signature squabble as they walked past towards the direction of the showers.

You looked over at Pidge and Hunk now curiously, "What are they talking about?" You asked them, furrowing your brow in thought trying to guess what on earth they could have brought you. You heard them both giggle as they refused to give you any clue before heading towards the showers as well. Your last hope was Allura.

She just looked as confused as you, "I do wonder what they had brought you as well." She said warmly before following you towards the other door the four Paladins had come from originally. As you and Allura made your way down the hallway she tried to offer you ideas as to what they could've brought you, but half the things she said you had no idea what she was talking about.

Once you reached the hangar where the Paladins had come from, you sprinted towards the Black Lion. Coran was placing small metal crates onto a floating cart and Shiro was helping him.

"Shiro, Hey!" You yelled as you got closer, Allura still following suit.

"(Y/N)!" Shiro called your name happily placing down a crate and turning towards you. You laughed as you ran into his arms, you felt him stumble a bit upon impact and you heard him chuckle.

"You really missed me that much?" He teased you as he gave you a tight squeeze before putting you back safely balanced onto your feet.

"Always do." You smiled up at him affectionately. You then cut right to the chase, "Keith said you guys brought me something!"

Shiro raised an eyebrow at you, "He did, did he?" You nodded in response and he let out another laugh. "Alright, you got me." He admitted humbly.

"Is it another crystal?" You asked excitedly. Shiro had brought you small trinkets before from the missions you didn't get to go on. The Paladins often needed your help, but sometimes when there wasn't any risk you'd just stay behind.

"It's better than that." He said mysteriously as he lead you back towards his lion.

"Is it a bigger crystal?" You asked which earned you a laugh in return.

"No... now stop guessing!" He shook his head in amusement. "Wait here, I'll be right back." Shiro instructed you, turning snd disappearing into the lion.

You looked back over to where Allura and Coran were conversing about something while you waited. Once your brother reemerged from Black, he was holding a small box that had some kind of cloth or blanket sticking out from it. You stared at the box in pure curiosity as Shiro grew closer.

"Keep your voice down," he advised as the contents of the box were nearly in full sight. "You don't want to startle him."

You were still not understanding what this could be but now you were thinking it may be alive. Despite not knowing, you listened to your brother and kept quiet. Shiro held the box further down and you saw him.

      You had to hold in a squeal as you saw what Shiro had brought you. It was a small light gray ball of fluff. The creature had long droopy ears, four legs with five tiny toes on his paws. It had four small horns above his closed eyes, a pink nose and cute little pouting mouth. His chest and his face were white and he was all curled up in his long, white, fluffy tail. He sort of reminded you of a chinchilla but much more alien like.

        Gasping you looked back up to Shiro, "No way..." you breathed out finally. Shiro had a large smile on his face.

        "Do you like him?" He asked now, "His breed is concerned to be a loyal partner on Ormaphu. He's a traditional Ormanphian pet called a Bentorm."

         "Shiro I love him!" You gushed looking back down as your sweet, little baby Bentorm.

          "I'm glad, I thought you would."

      When you were kids, you would always beg your parents for a pet but they never let you or Shiro get anything besides fish. Your new Bentorm was the most amazing pet you could think of! Your attention was turned back to the box when you heard him let out a soft yawn as he stretched and uncurled himself. You let out a soft aww, as he sat upright and looked up at you with big, black eyes. He looked as if he was smiling as he looked up at you, he began making a sweet chirping noise and you looked up at Shiro in amazement.

        "You can pick him up." Shiro told you softly, smile still prominent on his face. You reached down and picked him up softly from his tummy, under his arms. You pulled him close to your chest and he quickly snuggled into you, smile on his cute, Bentorm face.

         "From what his breeder told me, they don't get much bigger and they love riding on their owners shoulders as they get older."

       "Allura!" You exclaimed, "Look what Shiro brought me!!"

       

        Allura came over then, in the same awe that you were upon seeing him for the first time. "Is that a Bentorm?" Allura asked looking up at Shiro.

      Shiro nodded and moved the box onto his hip you free one of his hands to pet the Bentorms head.

       "What are you gonna call him?" Shiro asked looking back up to you.

         "Hmmm, I'm not sure..."

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Hi everyone! Thanks for reading this Brother Shiro one shot! It wasn't super long but I think it's pretty cute. Shiro would be the best big brother and I hope I captured that!

Have a great day! Keep requesting please!

[neverendingstories00]

even more weird ass band of brothers headcanons I pulled out of my ass at 1am but it’s not 1am it’s actually 12am

-i’m sorry to say this but skinny is a tik tok fuckboy. like he dresses in chains, has a bunch of hoodies, does the fuckboy chin rub, etc. he’d said “are you lost baby girl” and then stub his toe and cry I just know it

-buck compton is a lawyer by day and football coach at night. he coaches like boys third football, like..imagine this huge albino man flexing his mucules in front of these srawny 14-15 year old’s...and talking about how he got shot but you always have to remember “one bullet, four holes” and the kids are like “we just wanna play please ”

-david webster uses ao3 and refuses to use wattpad. he says he’s “too mature” for wattpad and ao3 is for “the burned out kids” like 😤🙄 please SHUT UP. he’s one of those bitches who names there 20k oneshot enemies to lovers fic after a taylor swift song or paramore song and leaves a super long author’s note bc “his readers won’t understand the complexity of his story” like stfu the two people who read ur story are like fourteen chill out which is totally not a self call out

-eugene roe is a reformed emo kid. he use to be OBSESSED with twilight when he was a teen, collected all the books, had all the hot topic merch, etc. his biggest crime was illegally downloading decode by paramore onto his MP3 player and it still haunts him to this day. it’s all stuffed into the back of his closet in a little box and babe finds it one day and begs Eugene to do his eyeliner after finding photos of eugene, studded belt and fingerless gloves with eyeliner. Eugene can’t say no and does so. literally I love them so much

-chuck grant 100% played football and lacrosse in high school. like...I can just feel it. but he’d be the kid who sucked freshmen year and then the kid who was the best player by his senior year. also he’d be the coolest guy on the team I just feel it in my bones

-janovec would be the type of guys that say “I love women there queens” and like in really sweet way. like he always says “yas queen”, “slay!” and “pop off sis!” like it’s so cute but you asked him to hold you’re drink at a party he’d forget five seconds later

-frank perconte is the littlest bitch to cook with. like he’s super specific and uses “all organic italian” ingredients” and is super picky with cooking but in the annyoing way. luz calls him an “eye-talian” and it makes perconte fume

-bull and johnny were best friends as kids. like they met in middle school and Johnny was the short kid who everybody bullied. bull thoguht he was helpless but Johnny bit people...I wish I was joking. Ik it’s random but there besties for life and no Johnny stopped biting people

-smokey gordon was a horse girl. sorry not was, still is to this day. once he starts talking about horses he cannot shut up

-joe liebgott seems like he’s the embodiment of toxic masculinity but like once he talks off his shirt...he’s as hairless as a baby while Webster is literally a 🐻 also he’s a sucker for hallmark movies. like what started as a harmless joke turned into forcing Webster to sit in his lap as they made comments about the movie infront of them

-winters and nixon LOVE shows like outlander and poldark. nixon had read the books bc kathy (🤮) had left the books in there old house and he took a peak and then was full on sitting down, hooked to the plot. winters loves clarie and nixon loves jaime. they have arguments about the show and it’s very passionate

-another dick winters hc but dick winters is a fitness fad. he goes on runs with his dog, does cycling with nixon, was a boxer in college, etc. aka daddy Quaker is ripped

-remember the hc about Malark, skip, and penk not being able to spell the word pandemic? Speirs found out and forced them to sit down and spell the world. It turns out the three of them have no idea how to spell it. Penk had a mental breakdown, or as skip says, a “mental breakdance”

-speirs was the little kid that had no friends growing up and would stare at adults and spit out weird facts about death. legend has it still is like that today

-luz has the worst pickup lines like “my love for you is like diarrhea, I can’t hold it in”, “I wish I were cross-eyed so I can see you twice”, and my personal favorite “Did your license get suspended for driving all these guys crazy?” Bc toye lost his licensee for driving like a maniac

-shifty powers cannot legally swear. he says “poo on a stick”, “son of a gun”, cheese and crackers” and the most scandalous, “leapin’ lizards.” PROTECT HIM

-carwood lipton dresses like a grandpa going to a diner on sunday. he drives a green Volvo and Luz put a “honk if you need to shit sticker on the back” and Lipton never found out and is like “why is everybody honking??? ;(“ and Luz is like “>:3”

-also carwood embodies white dad energy. He’s the type of guy to say “who’s ready to rock and roll?” after getting out for the bathroom. baseball caps are his go too. also can we mention how much this man WORKS OUT?? like him and speris do couple workouts aw🥺🥺 except speirs does like death marathons and lip is clapping like a dad in the back

ok wow these are a lot I should be studying for my algebra one test but like....shifty with a bunch of sqiushmallows....hngnnhhhh

[leggyorlandomiddleearth]

Does Your Elk Have A Name? (Thranduil)

Warnings: Mentions of war, death, and slaying

Requested by UnSub160 and DutchmansCaptain on Wattpad.

WATTPAD IS ONLY LETTING ME DEDICATE IT TO ONE PERSON.

Thranduil's elk did not die. Don't argue.

And I wrote this like a story, so yeah...

I couldn't help myself!

Also, I took the character's names off of your users, so please tell me if you would like me to change it.

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Third person P. O. V.

Thranduil's elk was one of the things he loved most. He cherished it. He and his wife had been adventuring in the forests of Mirkwood when they came across him. His wife, Calathiel or Êlúriel, as he called her, had managed to tame the elk. After Êlúriel had died, the elk had stuck with him. The elk had cherished Êlúriel as much as Thranduil did.

When the elk's caretaker was slain in The Battle Of The Five Armies, Thranduil went out searching for someone else who would suit his elk. When he heard of Oriel and Aspen, he took interest.

Oriel and Aspen were the best at taking care of animals. They worked magic with their unique ways of taming animals and healing them, is what people said. It was a common thing for Imladris elves, (Rivendell) but it was quite rare for Mirkwood elves.

Because these two lived in Mirkwood, it was easy for Thranduil to find them.

These two best friends live in a little cottage at the edge of Mirkwood, next to a little creek. The cottage's walls were made out of stones and the roof was made of straw and branches. There was a chimney on the top, puffing out a little smoke. There was even a barn with it's door wide open for the animals to go in and out. There was medicine, food, and many other trinkets in side the barn. Animals also lay inside resting, or playing. Beside the cottage, there was an enormous cherry blossom tree, stripped of it's flowers and leaves. (NOT DIRTY, NOT DIRTY, PLEASE DON'T)

Beside the tree, deer and horses grazed on the lightly frosted grass. Bunnies and rabbits hopped around the opening and hid in the two foot tall grass. Birds nested in the cherry blossom tree and cuddled together. Thranduil's heart ached for his wife. He sighed and he turned his attention to the door of the cottage.

He started walking by the animals as slowly and as quietly as he could, as to not startle the animals. Instead of the animals getting startled, a fawn trotted over to him and studied him. Thranduil stood still and let the fawn observe him while he did the same. The fawn sniffed him and started prancing around him. Thranduil was thoroughly confused.

Thranduil heard a light laugh. He looked away from the fawn and looked up to the source of the laughter.

What he saw was an elleth (a female elf) with auburn hair that reached a bit below her waist, beautiful green eyes, and pale skin. She was wearing black leaf patterned dress with a beautiful belt just below her chest. She also had on matching black, leather flat shoes.

(The descriptions are not meant to be like the users UnSub160 and/or DutchmansCaptain)

Thranduil guessed this to be Oriel. "Bambi likes you. (Bambi as in the Disney Bambi. Nothing else)" she stated. Thranduil kneeled down to pet him and stands up, heading to Oriel. "You must be Oriel," Thranduil said.

Oriel smiles. "Yes, your majesty."

Thranduil smiles. No one else had recognized him due to the fact that he was wearing a plain tunic and simple riding pants. He had also put his hair in a low ponytail. He even ditched his crown and his staff. No fanciness today.

"May I speak to you and Aspen?" Thranduil had asked.

"Of course," Oriel answered. She waved him over to follow her.

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Oriel's P. O. V.

The King of Mirkwood needed to speak to us. I hope we didn't do anything wrong...

Aspen sees me leading King Thranduil into the cottage and looks concerned. "Your majesty," he says, bowing. "To what do I owe the pleasure of your presence?" he asked.

As he bows, his jet black hair gets into his tan face. He notices the ink on his tunic and riding pants and tries to wipe them off.

(Sorry, but that's the best I could find. No other picture could match the description...)

King Thranduil smiles. "Recently, I have been searching for a caretaker that my suit my elk, and it seems that my search has lead me here," he stated.

THE ELK?! HE WANTS US TO TAKE CARE OF HIS ELK?! THIS IS AMAZING!

"I was wondering if you could take care of my elk," King Thranduil states, looking at me and Aspen.

"But, we wouldn't want to leave our animals or our materials," Aspen states, looking at me.

Thranduil smiles. "I would gladly help you transport your animals to a private field for you. I could also help you move your materials to your new home as well."

WOW WOW WOW WOW! King Thranduil was willing to hire us, give us a home at the palace, help us move our animals and our materials!

Aspen and I smile. "Of course!"

~Time skip to where they finished settling in~

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Aspen's P. O. V.

After speaking to King Thranduil for a while, we were introduced to his elk.

Oriel pets the elk. His fur looks so smooth. Thranduil smiles.

"What is your elk's name?" Oriel asks.

There is pain in the king's eyes, but it quickly goes away. "Megaloceros, his name is Megaloceros, but we call him Mahtar for short," King Thranduil says. (According to Google so excuse me if it's incorrect)

Oriel's eyes widen. "It means warrior in elvish, right?" she asks.

"Yes, it does. He has been with me in many wars and is my greatest companion," Thranduil says.

Me and Oriel smile.

Looks like we get to take care of Thranduil's elk, Mahtar, the warrior elk.

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The End

Thank you for reading! I hope you liked it! I know it's not what you thought it would be. Me neither. I'm so sorry but I couldn't resist from making it into a one-shot. I'm terrible at this, sorry. ANYWAYS, TWO GIFTS FOR YOU-

Forgive me for the non-English captions. I don't know what it says...

[stars-insight]

Subjects as People

♥ English ♥

—English radiates power and makes people crumble down before her in fear, but deep down she's just a really kind-hearted lady.

—Most people refuse to understand her, but once you fall for her charms, you'll say you've never seen a finer language.

—Yes, she can be a little insane at times, but who can blame her? She's been around since forever!

—You can find her somewhere in a library, with her reading glasses on, immersed in a good old classic.

—Variable.... ah, personas.

'Thee shall now get lost from min sight, you bloody excuse of a human. Fetch me my tea, mate.'

♥ Mathematics ♥

This guy is literally everywhere!!! You can find him lurking near Biology sometimes, or interfering with Chemistry whenever she needs to calculate moles or balance her equations. Physics is his BFF. They're always together. He's scared of English, and it's all that's keeping him from approaching her.

—Mathematics is kind of annoying because he is overly optimistic. He thinks there's a solution for every problem.

—Kind of obsessive over his Ex, who he cannot find since 1637. No wonder she left him.

—Knows people who buy 1200 watermelons and use children to calculate their shares of money to this day.

—The biggest cause of teenage depression.

'Johnny bought 123976 apples. Rachel has 34 crayons. Find x.'

♥ Biology ♥

—Bio is life. Literally. She's good natured and kind hearted, and will make you paranoid; you'll have aplastic anemia, a brain aneurysm or some other deadly disease if you start paying attention to her.

—Has the best pick-up lines.

—Extremely charming, as long as you have a good memory and don't smoke.

—There's a darker side to her, so don't bring up molecular genetics while she's around.

—The one thing everyone knows about her: Mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell.

'You give me sudden Protracted Cardiac Arrhythmia every time I see you.'

♥ Chemistry ♥

—She can be very fun unless she's organic.

—Runs an elemental Marriage Bureau, and is almost always busy pairing up random elements together. Also specializes as a divorce attorney in Electrolysis.

—Only Group VIII elements are helpless. She's given up on them.

—Chemistry is a very bossy, yet graceful lady, who enjoys spending time with Biology and Medicine. They sometimes work on projects together.

—She's got a lot of moles.

'Your Gallus gallus domesticus cooked in C88H164O10 lacks a little bit of NaCl.'

♥ Physics ♥

—He's usually very smart and logical, but once he goes Quantum, he stops making sense.

—Him and Mathematics go hand in hand most of the time.

—Makes you feel like the magical world doesn't exist until you start learning Quantum Mechanics. You're basically a wizard from there onwards.

—He's perceived as anti-feminist by many people, even though he's a huge fan of Marie Curie. Says she made him who he is today.

—Claims that the world is 85% dark matter, although he still has no clue what the hell that is.

—Everyone gangsta until he starts talking.

—He's got no life what-so-ever, and is kind of lonely, since no lady approaches him because of his big Quantum mouth and E = mc2 jokes.

"Air resistance who? WHAT?! I don't know anyone called Friction."

♥Psychology♥

—The other sciences don't consider her to be one of their own, so she usually hangs out with the Liberal Arts.

—She is actually pretty interesting and attracts people who have never studied her before. Those who have can't be found near and far.

—If you are from the middle east, you have been told that she has no scope. Periodt.

—Once you start to hang out with her, the paranoia that you have every single mental illness she describes. So you try a self diagnosis.

—Has a sweet personality, but she kind of has an eerie vibe to her sometimes. She can also be quite creepy, but that is rare.

"How would I know what you're thinking? I think you're confusing me with my cousin Telepathy."

♥History♥

—He is that one uncle at family reunions who gets drunk and narrates tales from his past. Other than his grandchildren, no one likes him.

—His is extremely anti-feminist. Wants to burn female surgeons and doctors, because he thinks they are witches.

—He can relate absolutely anything to himself. Absolutely ANYTHING.

—At times he lies, and people have different opinions on him, though they all have found some middle ground: he is extremely rude and loves confusing people.

—It's weird how everyone knows he could be lying, but they still rely on him to get their facts checked.

"Back in my day, we had to swim through the pacific ocean, climb over mount Everest and slay dragons on our way to school."

"..."

This is my own original work. You can find the book on Wattpad.

Username: Stars-INsight

[sparklingpax]

Tales From Iacon - Part 2: Intentions

A/N: 

-Part one can be found here and I also have a wattpad where I’m posting updates as well as other stories! (user is @/kunixjiro)

-Idk if this was an appropriate title for this part but the idea was that they both had their own intentions and well....you can see how it turned out.

-Sorry if this is badly written (and for any typos, mistakes, weird phrasings, etc)

-Also sorry that this is long af O//O’’

-This part isn’t so fluffy ^^’’ But dw I promise I’ll resolve everything in time....anyway, hopefully nothing got too ooc or anything! Enjoy!! <3

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It was no secret that Megatronus was a gladiator.

He was not ashamed or afraid to admit his purpose—to kill both beast and bot alike.

For the entertainment of the crowds, and in accordance with Cybertron’s corrupt caste system. 

            Such a life was a choice he’d made long ago, when he rose up from the mines and cast away the life of a meaningless energon miner. With it, he’d cast away a name given to him—a name which held no meaning anyway.

             D-16 was no more—he was Megatronus now.

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            The wild cheering of the crowds invigorated Megatronus, fueling his drive to utterly mutilate the monster hulking before him. All he could think of was the desire to fight stronger and harder than ever before—to show off his power so he could bask in the glory of the hundreds all around calling his name.

             “Megatronus! Megatronus! Megatronus!”

               The deafening roar of the onlookers filled his audio receptors, causing Megatronus to grin wildly, and the injured monster to bellow in terror. It stumbled forward hastily, only for Megatronus to dodge and deal another blow with his sword. Much to the delight of the crowd, the beast cried out in pain and reared up to attack Megatronus again.

             There was no fear as Megatronus gazed into the black eyes of the beast, lit only with primal rage. They bored into him for only a moment before it shook its head and charged.

             Call my name! Call it louder—shout it to the skies, Cybertronians!  

             He stood in battle stance, breathing hard but not yet tired. Bright lights all around blazed down on his plating, making the grey and burgundy glow as silver and red. His optics were alight with a wild look, as if he knew the battle was over and victory was in his very grasp.

             Megatronus tossed away his shield, gripping the hilt of his sword tighter. He released a savage cry and charged right at the monster. Screams of excitements and fear sounded from every angle as he neared the gaping jaws of his opponent.

             The gladiator swung the sword and neatly sliced off half of the grey tongue that greedily reached out at him. The monster instantly recoiled, writhing in pain. Blue blood sprayed everywhere. The warm, sticky liquid showered Megatronus as he slid the weapon into its holder at his hip.

             He paid no mind to it, for he had known the tongue would bleed the most.

             Megatronus took a running leap off the dirt and landed on the back of the beast. With his own servos, he grabbed its snout and yanked it towards him, bending its neck backwards to injure it further. It tried to swing him off, but Megatronus stabbed his sword into its body. The crowd collectively shrieked with anticipation upon seeing the legs of the monster buckle beneath him.  

             Before it could scream in pain again, he vaulted off its body to the side, twisting its neck with a fatal, sickening crack. There was a brief, abrupt silence while the monster moaned more quietly, attempting to move. It crumpled inward with a low huff.

               A pool of energon gushed out from its wounds, soiling the ground around it as Megatronus backed away to watch it die. He grinned with pure delight—breathing heavily, limbs quivering with exhaustion—at his work. Only seconds later, the beast went totally limp.

               It was done.

             The volume of the crowd was loud enough to sound as if the whole of Cybertron had packed into the small stadium.

              Megatronus was victorious again.

             He felt pride and joy rush through him as he raised his sword and cried out to the masses before him.

              “I AM MEGATRONUS, KING OF THE PITS OF KAON!!!”

             “Megatronus! Megatronus! Megatronus! Megatronus! ”

             “I AM LIVING PROOF THAT ONE DECIDES HIS OWN DESTINY!!”

               Hundreds packed together in the seats raised their servos and shouted as loud as they could, amazed by the skill of the gladiator before them, and filled with inspiration. Megatronus felt something warm in his spark, for he knew Orion was one of the many voices.

               There was no disputing it now, D-16 was truly no more.

///

             Outside the arena’s seating, there was a dimly lit, blue corridor. Various clumps of bots milled around there. Some were making their way out from the seats, conversating excitedly about the fighting, or were making their way back in. Others stayed outside for whatever reason they had. A quiet murmuring filled the space, contrasting greatly from the deafening roar of the arena.

             Orion Pax had his back up against the wall, breathing hard. He tried to steady his breath, attempting to erase the images of the brutal murdering of that beast from his mind.

             He had never seen anything so violent in his whole life.

             Orion couldn’t bear it a second longer, hearing the crowd cheer hungrily for the monster to suffer more, and chanting all the louder for its death. All of it had felt so…wrong. For a second, he had wondered if everyone in there had lost their senses. Surely a society of civilized people wouldn’t bee chanting for the death of a living, breathing creature? Or will it to be tortured?

             And yet…they were.

             He had slipped out to regain himself a little, and decided he’d return to his place when the act was finished. At least, if Orion didn’t watch some of the real fight, he’d see the aftermath. After all, Megatronus had invited Orion as a…somewhat esteemed guest. It was only fair that Orion, too, should raise his voice to cheer his friend on.

              I’m here for Megatronus.

             I’m here because he invited me.

             I’m…here to…support him….

             His stomach turned upon thoughts of what he was doing to the creature at the moment. He heard a loud roar of pain and the noise of the crowd increased greatly. Orion shook his head and slid down to a sitting position.

              I’ll…I’ll wait here until it sounds like it’s over…or else….I just might purge…

///

             “So then, Soundwave,” Megatronus shook hands with the quiet mech and nodded. “I’ll be off. I’m meeting someone now. We can speak again tomorrow, if you like.”

             Soundwave nodded, then turned and left. Megatronus watched him go, interest dancing vaguely in his gaze.  

              What an interesting bot, being so quiet and yet saying so much.

              The gladiator was suddenly hit with a wave of exhaustion, and it seemed the adrenaline that had pushed him through the fight was finally fading. With a small grunt, Megatronus stumbled and fell against the corridor’s wall for support. To Megatronus’ frustration, his legs were tremoring a little. He let out a sigh, straightening again after a moment with a small wince.  

             I suppose I…expended a bit too much of my energy today…

             He still felt pride and joy in his victory.

             Even still, all my efforts were worth it. I stand alive once more.

             “Good evening, Megatronus!”

             Orion’s voice reached Megatronus before he sighted his friend at the other end of the corridor. Orion picked up pace and jogged down the hall to meet him.

             Megatronus immediately felt his exhaustion dissipate.

             Orion had seen the fight!

             He was eager to know what Orion had thought of it all. He knew it Orion’s first time seeing something as graphic and epic as this.

             But more than that, Megatronus was eager to know what Orion thought of him. Battle brought out his truest form, and that form was Megatronus’ greatest pride. Having somewhat of an ego, Megatronus knew that deep down, all he needed to keep going was some sort of praise.  

             After all, who wouldn’t? Validation is a beautiful thing, especially in one’s own art. 

             “Orion, it brought me much joy to know you could make it tonight!” He and Orion shook servos and greeted one another, then started slowly back up the hall so they could leave the building. Megatronus continued, “How unfortunate you could not have seen me last week, when I, with great fervor, slayed—”

             He paused, sensing Orion tense up next to him and look away.

             Odd.  

             “Never mind. Anyway, you are usually too busy with your studies or your work. How is it that you came tonight?” Orion sighed.

             “My apologies. I hope to be a master archivist one day, and full commitment to my studies is essential for me to reach that goal.” He looked up at the sky speckled with thousands of stars and smiled. Shifting his gaze to Megatronus, who was listening intently, he nodded. “I did get time off tonight, though. I have Alpha Trion to thank for that.”

             Megatronus patted him on the back.

             They continued through the quiet streets of Kaon—well, the backstreets, to be specific. Megatronus knew how ugly the main streets could get with all the crazy bots running around at night. He wanted no part in it tonight as long as Orion was with him.

             And Orion is no fighter.

             “Megatronus, uhm…” Orion’s voice jolted him out of his thoughts. He looked a little nervous. He fiddled with his fingers for a moment before taking a deep breath. “I…I hope you can be patient with me.”

             “What?”

             “You might feel offended.” Orion tried elaborating. Megatronus, however, was not following. “I am only asking that if you are mad, that you don’t take it out on someone else…or that you can understand what my reasoning was.”

             Offended? It made little sense. Yet his friend remained tense, and would not meet his gaze. Megatronus immediately felt guilty. Have I said something wrong?

             “Orion, I do not understand what it is you refer to!” He picked up his pace, trying to think of changing the subject. He so desperately wanted to know about what Orion had thought of his battle with the monster!  

             “About the fight tonight…” Orion’s gaze dropped to the ground and he halted. Megatronus, who had walked a few paces ahead, stopped and turned. Oh, he read my mind. How funny; I was just about to ask!

              “Listen, Orion, whatever it is, I’m sure it’s not—”

              “I had to leave halfway through the fight. I…” He slowly lifted his gaze to meet his friend’s. As he’d suspected, the beginnings of frustration had already begun to spark into it. He mustered all his confidence to finish. “I waited in the hall because I couldn’t take anymore of the violence…or the bloodthirsty crowd. It…did not feel right at all.”

              An uncomfortable silence weighed on the pair.

              At last, Megatronus turned away and sighed quietly, breaking the silence. Orion felt guilt and embarrassment to the depths of his spark. He opened his mouth to say more, then thought it better not to. He figured Megatronus would have something to say to him.

             “So…that’s it?” Disappointment was fully evident in his voice, causing Orion’s spark to twist more. Megatronus turned back to his friend and moved closer. His hands were folded behind his back. Orion swallowed.

             My intentions were to be honest, but I fear I have taken an imprudent course of action…

             Orion decided not to voice the thought. Instead, he quietly responded, “Yes.”

             “I would be lying if I didn’t tell you that I’m…very hurt, Orion.” Megatronus kept his voice level as he gazed into the archivist’s eyes, yet Orion could still hear dejection in its tone.

             He realized he had to fix this.  

             But how? What do I say? Orion Pax, you foolish child!! He scorned himself internally.

             “I am sorry, Megatronus. I understand that words will do no good, but for the moments I was there, your courage in the face of the beast was admirable.” Megatronus looked away. Indignance and annoyance welled up inside him.

              He’s probably making it up.

             “And that is the honest truth.”

             Orion looked earnest.

             He also looked and sounded guilty.

              Is it? Or are you telling me what I want to hear? Why did you come if you knew you couldn’t stand violence and a crowd’s wildness? Orion, you anger me…or rather…

             Megatronus then remembered his friend’s quiet plea for peace and patience beforehand. To lash out at him would wound their friendship forever, and give Orion the wrong impression of Megatronus. All that aside, Megatronus realized he…felt no anger towards his friend. The heated emotions faded, quickly replaced by pangs of rejection.

             …such is my fate, being a lower-caste bot raised in blood, darkness and cold steel. Of course Orion does not find it beautiful, and I should not have forced him to witness such things.

             It seemed they would have to allow time to do its work.

             Megatronus began to walk away, saying nothing more. Orion called after him, but received no reply. His friend disappeared into the shadows of the night, leaving Orion feeling guilty and ashamed.

              I won the battle, but I now feel…defeat.

              Megatronus felt exhaustion creep back into his limbs.

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             On his way out of the city, Orion paid no attention to the tranquil, moonlit nature around him. He was instead lost in thought.

             Had I said nothing, I’d have lied.

             He shook his head.

             I can’t lie. I won’t lie. I know it would have come out eventually, and he would still be hurt. 

             A pang of sadness twisted his spark again. 

             Why couldn’t I bear it even for his sake? It is because I do not understand it that I fear it, I know. But...it is his joy...his art....and I was not there for him.

             As he reached a train station, Orion still did not have any real thoughts in mind as he punched in the location for his ticket.

             When the train arrived, Orion boarded and sat by the window.

             I realize now that my intentions were faulted. It would have been better to stay quiet, becuase then I would not have hurt him.

             He closed his eyes.

             Time will have to heal this wound.

[brucewaynehastoomanykids]

Forced Marriage

Requested by Wattpad user principepena

This kinda goes in ties with my 'Damirae Week Day 5: Soulmates' chapter. (You can go back and read it if you forgot :)) It's the same sort of universe, but it's a bit of an alternative story to that.

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"Curse this day." I mumbled to myself.

I have always had a bad feeling about my father joining in alliance with the Al Ghul's. Ra's al Ghul was a snake to everyone he came across, who's to say his daughter, the current leader, would be any different? I suppose that's why they made the agreement they did, to show there was 'no harm, no foul,' but I personally don't buy it for a second, and I can only pray that father doesn't either. Truth be told, I have my suspicions that the only reason Talia al Ghul wants me to marry her son is to either use me against my own father or keep me prisoner strictly for the purposes of continuing the bloodline should she pass and her son rule. And the kicker of all of this? Her grandchildren would have the blood of Trigon the Terrible inside of them, as well as the now fallen Ra's. I must say, my children would be a true legacy.

I stare out onto the world. From Hell, the world above seems so small and meaningless, never really knowing it's purpose in this universe. Hell and Azarath, we both have... or should I say, had a purpose. Slaying down Azarath in the name of Trigon was the best decision I never made in my youth. It gained me the respect I deserved. And now, I lay in wait for that respect to be taken from me and be thrown into that confusing world to marry a spoiled brat.

I sigh. "I should sleep while I can," I told myself, "If I wait for tomorrow, tomorrow is coming. If I don't wait for tomorrow, tomorrow is still coming."

Though sleep was most definitely not an option. I ended up spending the night hours wondering and worrying about my future, and for my father. What if he was in danger by this? What if the League of Assassins just wanted him out of the way? Questions like this continued to make there way into my mind and before I knew it, it was daybreak, and I was to be married to a stranger in a few short hours.

~

There was no ceremony, no vows, or family visits as you'd see in traditional weddings. It was just me, my husband, and his mother in a room. She told us both to sign some papers and to exchange rings and, boom, we were married.

My husband, who I had just learned to be called Damian, was a very peculiar character. He didn't speak a word through the process of marriage and kept his stunning emerald eyes away from me. It was as if this poor boy was entranced to do this sort of thing by nature like he had practiced over and over again. Part of me wondered if he was doing this completely unaware of his surroundings.

That night, I had overheard him arguing with his mother. He, too, apparently didn't want this wedding as much as I had. He told her how it was a 'horrendous decision on her part' and that 'he alone was powerful enough to lead the League without the assistance of a partner'.

Once he had seen I was eavesdropping. He glared, looked me up and down and scoffed without saying a word.

"Look, I know this situation is... unwanted, for either of us, and I know we don't know each other well, but I'm still worried about you despite this. No one deserves to keep so much anger locked away." I told him, calmly.

He almost instantly stopped in his tracks and faced me. "Don't worry so much if you know what's good for you. I'll end up breaking that little empathetic heart of yours in two if you do." And with that, he walked away again.

"It's bold of you to assume my life hasn't already torn it to shreds..." I mumbled, mostly to myself.

~

Months have past sense. And while Damian and I are still tense, we at least talk to one another. We came to realize we had a lot of similar interests, such as literature and spirituality. I've found that, when he wants to be, Damian is a very kind person, but there is so much rage bottled inside of him that blocks that kindness, a rage that he takes out on anything and anyone in sight, even me. Even his mother.

And speaking of parental figures, I hadn't heard news of my father since my wedding. Though father is an all-powerful demon, the conqueror of worlds, and just all-around god material, I'm starting to grow worried for him, if I'm honest. I kept thinking to myself if what I had feared most were true, that the League of Assassins only wanted me to get my father out of the way, and if that's the case... may God spare Talia and Damian al Ghul from my wrath. I need answers. I need them now.

That night I decided to sneak away from Damian and wonder the palace looking for those said answers. I climbed out of bed and sipped on my cloak.

"It's too late for you to be out by yourself, you know..." Damian said, rolling his body over to face me at the door, "you could get in trouble of you stumble into the wrong area."

I scoffed, glaring at him slightly. "Oh spare me! Please stop pretending you care about me when I know you don't."

"And what exactly gives you that notion?" He cocked a brow.

"Well, for one, it took you weeks just to even hold a conversation with me that wasn't about how much you hate the marriage, which leads me to my other point: you absolutely despise being married to me and you know it."

"Actually, I quite enjoy your company. I'm just... shall we say, not good at this sort of thing? I've never had any friends let alone a wife. Honestly, I'm still trying to figure out how to speak to you properly as well as how to act. But you shouldn't use that to question if I care for you, because I do."

"Right... well..." I was a bit lost for words, honestly. Then, I remembered my father, and why I needed to leave, "I really do have to go, Damian." I walked out before he could question anything.

~

It was always so easy to get lost in this place without a proper guide, then again, I wasn't exactly going to just ask someone to accompany me while I go into Talia's room search through her belongings. I knew Talia wasn't going to be in her room for some time. A sort of 'business meeting' as she called it with an unknown allied group.

Eventually, I had found what I was looking for, the alliance agreement my father had signed upon. It was shocked at its contents.

"By signing this document, I uphold the agreement(s) stated today as they are as followed: no harm is done to Trigon the Terrible or his daughter, Rachel Roth, no harm done to the al Ghul family or the League of Assassins as a whole, fair usage of both sides with food, shelter, weapons, soldiers, and war should it come, and the marriage of Rachel Roth and Damian al Ghul as a token of solidarity to this contract. Know if one party is to break one of these agreements, punishment will be seen and decided at the ruler level (ie. Trigon, Rachel, Talia, and/or Damian).

Signed: Trigon the Terrible and Talia al Ghul"

"Alright... so perhaps this wasn't as bad as I--" it was then I saw another document. It was one I recognized, for it was my marriage document. I remembered Talia had covered the wording with her hand as she signed it. She didn't want us to read its contents.

I picked up the paper and began scanning over the words. Then, my heart sunk.

"By signing this document, the foreign bride/groom relinquishes all holding power to his/her old home/life. This includes monarch, subjects, and family, and must follow the same rules as the other rulers present. This includes, never leaving the palace walls unless it is needed, or until they are ordered to by a higher ruler, and should always be accompanied by soldiers when doing so to both ensure safety, and to ensure the mission is completed without the ruler going astray."

"So in other words... I'm trapped here... and the reason I'm not hearing from father is because... because I'm not allowed to be in contact with him, now that I'm an... an al Ghul." It was taking every bone in my body to not burst into tears right then and there. "No, if I am to cry... it can't be here. Talia could walk in any minute now." I quickly put the documents back in their places and hurry off to my room.

~

Damian was already waiting for me when I arrived. I kept my hood up so he couldn't see the sadness on my face.

"It's almost 3 in the morning! Where the hell were you?" He demanded, his arms crossed.

I was silent for a moment before responding. "I am never going to see my father again... this marriage has stripped him from my life, as well as my home... my father, he... he may not have been the best of fathers, but I loved him... he understood me--the real me. The me I never allowed my mother to see."

Damian raised a brow. "I fail to understand why any of this news should make a difference to me."

I looked up at him, stunned and wide-eyed before glaring, sneering, "I swear you have about as much compassion as a rock."

It was only when I heard Damian ask why I was crying had I noticed the warm fluid on my cheeks.

"I-it's none of your business." I said rather quickly, stepping away from him.

He grabbed my arm and forced me to look at him. "It's my business if you're crying because of me." This only caused the tears to spill more. His eyes softened, filling with what seemed to be worry. "No, no, I'm sorry--it's alright, come here." He said gently, pulling me into a hug.

I was stunned at first but soon gave in to the hug. "Why?" I asked. "Why are you being so... nice to me so sudden? I just don't understand."

"Does your father mean a lot to you?" He asked, ignoring my question.

I was quiet again before responding, "Yes... as I told you, he was the first to ever understand me for who I am: a demon. My mother, Arella... bless her. She tried her best to control that side of me... but it ended in her demise. I killed her and all of Azarath in the name of my father, so I could be with someone who got me. I love my father more than I could love anyone else."

"I understand," Damian sighed, "that's how I feel towards my mother. She can be... hard on me, and we may argue over her decisions from time to time, but she's still my mother, and I love her dearly. As for my father... I don't know him. I don't even know his name. I just know that he's 'a great warrior' according to both my grandfather and mother..." Damian let got of me, letting his hands rest on my shoulders as he smiled, "Rachel, I've been thinking. Since you're my wife now... it should only be fair we know each other better. I know I haven't been the kindest to you these past few months, but like your father to you... you really seem to understand me. But..." his smile dropped, "all I really know about you is your heritage and, well, your sarcastic nature. So... begin sharing? It could rid your mind of negative thoughts for a moment."

"Oh, okay," I said, a bit thrown off, "well, if I'm honest, I may come off as very shy and quiet, but I do have a fun and, dare I say, goofy side. I can be clumsy, and laugh at the most random of things... and I kinda like that feeling. It makes me feel... young. But, what about you? All I really know about you is that you're a bit of a brat with anger management problems." I laughed.

He scoffed and rolled his eyes. "Well, actually, I'm not as stone-cold as you seem to think, Rachel," he playfully glared, "I have emotions too, you know."

We both shared a laugh then. It was the first time in a while I had genuinely laughed, and the first time I had heard Damian laugh at all. We spent the remainder of the night getting to know each other. Of course, we had already known of our common interests, but now, it seemed we were closer than we ever had been before.

As the sun began to rise, our bodies laid side by side on opposite ends. Our feet away from each other, and our heads close. It was quiet and peaceful.

"You know... we are so different... yet so similar in such confusing ways." I said, breaking the silence.

He only hummed in agreement before closing his eyes. "Rachel?"

"Yes?"

"Do you mind if I make a promise to you?"

"And what promise would that be?"

"To reunite you with your father as soon as possible."

I turned to look at him, surprised. "And break the rules? Why would you do that?"

His eyes opened slowly as he gave me a tired, but genuine smile. "Because, I haven't told you yet, because I didn't know the feeling before now but... I think I might be falling in love with you."

A small wave of heat rushed to my face as I smiled at him. "You know... I think I'm falling in love with you too, surprisingly."

He didn't respond.

"Damian?" Then, I noticed his breathing got heavy, his mouth slightly ajar. "Oh..." I whispered. "Goodnight then... love."

[lilhemmo]

find me {where the wild things are}

a/n: for the @southsidearchive​ santa exchange, i got @findmeinpops​ for my secret santa! harry, i really hope you like it! i’m sO SORRY about the lateness. i’ve got two more fics coming for you soon to make up for it!!

pairing: Sweet Pea x fem!reader

trigger/warnings: a little blood (forgive him, he’s fighting a dragon); mentions of cursing; 

summary: Sweet Pea has never been a fan of magic. He’s also never been a fan of dragons. Kind of ironic that one needs slaying.

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It was not an easy decision, but money makes the man move, or so they say.

Desperation forces him to make the decision - eat or be eaten, so to speak. And this time, it is not just a metaphor, it’s a reality.

Sweet Pea is looking up at a dragon.

Sweet Pea hates dragons.

Kind of ironic that one needs slaying.

The sword lies heavy in his hands as he twirls the hilt in his grip, a deep breath inhaled through his lungs. He mutters a curse under his breath, rolling his eyes as the dragon reels its heavy head.

“Here we go,” he mutters, taking muddy steps forward, baring his teeth to the beast who holds his fate.

-

Drenched in sweat, caked in blood, Sweet Pea rolls his shoulders and his head lolls but he forces himself to keep upright so he can finish this dragon. 

It is bleeding from it’s neck and it’s underbelly, groaning and roaring every time it moves too quickly. A particularly loud wail echoes from its lips and Sweet Pea cracks his neck, taking a breath before pushing into another wave of attacks and parries.

“Hold on!” a voice echoes from the entrance of the cave.

Sweet Pea turns his head, momentarily distracted from the beast. He squints to get a better look at you, hands trembling as he attempts to keep the sword within his grasp.

The staff within your grasp glows a muted purple, sparks of energy flying off of it as you dig it into the dirt. You motion to the man with your head, smiling gently, “I can dull its senses if you give me a moment to recite a spell.”

Sweet Pea has never been a fan of magic.

Then again, he’s also never been a fan of dragons.

His nostrils flare as he takes you in, large cloak and wooden staff, “I will not be sharing my reward with you, mage.”

You snort, tapping your staff into the ground three times. The scent of the forest wafts in the air, swirling like a cloud of smoke towards the dragon. He feels his chest tighten, but somehow the ripped skin on his arms begins to stitch back together. 

“I need no reward,” you murmur as you step closer to him, still clutching the staff tightly in your grasp. You gesture with your free hand, two fingers in the air as you recite another spell under your breath, one that will now calm the dragon - freeing it of pain while also sidling it’s ferocity. 

Sweet Pea is able to slice his sword through a vulnerable place in the dragon’s scales. The dragon falls and the earth shakes, both of you having to steady yourselves against the wobbly ground. Once the dust settles, Sweet Pea turns his eyes on you and crosses the space between you within seconds.

“I said no splitting of the reward, mage,” he seethes, a finger pressed to your chest. He cuts his eyes downward, “I did not need your aid.”

You raise a brow, instead tilting yourself toward him, your own finger pressed between his pectorals, “Ah, yes, because you are soaked in dragon-blood, your boots are saturated with your own stench, and you definitely could have swung that sword one more time, I’m sure.”

That comment sets him backward, visibly wounding him. You smirk, twirling your staff between your fingers, “Is there anything specific you need from this beast? I do not need the reward, but I do need bits and pieces from the body for my stock.”

Sweet Pea is still reeling from your finger in his chest, the ghost of your touch resting there. He coughs to bring himself back to reality, stepping closer to the lifeless dragon, scales glinting like fire in the afternoon sunlight. Swallowing, he runs a hand over one of the feet, the claw blackened with earth.

“I will need to pluck the scales - they’re one of the most profitable bits. The teeth, too.”

“Great,” you smile, climbing up the arm towards the neck. “I just need the eyes and the claws. You can have the rest.”

Sweet Pea was not a fan of magic. 

But you might just change his mind.

-

“We’ve got to stop meeting like this!” you shout over the whirlwinds of the sea.

Sweet Pea narrows his eyes at you, “Mage, I was not aware you were to be onboard.”

You nod, fighting a smirk. He has windswept hair, a billowing white blouse adorned on his torso with tight-fitting pants to match. It’s enough to make anyone’s knees go weak.

“Well, when I heard you were a passenger, I knew you’d need my help eventually,” you manage before waving your staff in three circles, chanting a familiar calming spell under your breath. 

It takes a few moments, but the waves calm and the spirits of the ocean stop their chattering. You fall to your knees, surprised to feel a pair of arms circle around your shoulders to help you steady yourself.

You glance up at him, a thank you rolling off your lips just before your staff clatters to the deck and your body is soon to follow.

-

“Lilith, please-”

“Calm down, Pea. I’ve healed a few times in my life.”

“I-I know, I’m sorry.”

Your eyes peel open, senses groggy and dulled with some sort of herb that still tastes bitter in your mouth.

“Shh, she’s awake.”

The room is swaying and it takes you a moment to remember you’re on a ship in the middle of the ocean. When you remember the storm, you bolt upward, two pairs of hands on either side of your shoulders, hushing you and reminding you to take it slow.

“The storm,” you mutter, groaning at the feeling of your stomach swimming in its own acid.

Sweet Pea’s voice is soft, “You quelled it. You need rest.”

You shake your head, “Must watch over the ship.”

“We’re in calm waters now,” a careful voice speaks from beside you, opposite of Sweet Pea. Her skin is dark and her eyes are violet and there is a thrum of some kind of bond that flows through you.

“Healing Mage?” you murmur in a question.

She removes her hood and dark curls spring forth, woven with gold to match the tattoos on her face. The two of you share a smile as she replies, “Yes, love. You are a spellcaster, I assume? The waving of your staff on the deck would suggest so.”

“Born with magic.” You turn to look at Sweet Pea, who looks mildly perturbed at the revelation. Reaching out, you take his hand, “Thank you, for not letting me pass out on the deck alone.”

He shrugs, sitting down on your bedside, “You did save me the embarrassment of being killed by a dragon. I owed you.”

“I suppose you did,” you respond, finding his hand amidst the blankets currently bunched up around your body. Your voice turns earnest, something you hadn’t meant to happen, “Thank you.”

The way he looks down at you makes something twitch in your chest and you wish you were strong enough to cast a spell to take you somewhere else, anywhere else, but here. 

-

“I thought you hated magic?”

“What made you think that?”

You snort, watching as he takes up the entirety of your doorway, “The absolute look of disgust on your face every time I use my wand was a bit of a dead giveaway.”

He shrugs, stepping inside and closing the wooden door behind him with a loud thud. Sweet Pea thumbs through a few of your spell books as he takes steps to become closer to you.

“What can I help you with?” you ask after a few moments of silence.

Sweet Pea tilts his head, looking you in the eyes. You can’t help the smirk that tugs on your lips, and you’re thankful for it when it makes him chuckle.

He bites his lip, “My fields, the crops, they’re dying. The runoff from the kingdom is poisoning my land. I feed too many of the southern part of the kingdom to allow this to continue.”

“You feed the Southside?” you question, pushing your way through various bottles with different colored liquid. A few ingredients find their way to your worktable with the simple wave of your hand.

Sweet Pea nods, “Yes, the responsibility of the Serpent clan tends to fall on my shoulders. I inherited my land from my mother before she passed.”

He waits while you thumb through your potions and ingredients, the bottles and boxes floating through the air as you choose them. You laugh at a certain container and the sound brings a gentle smile to his lips.

“My father was from the Southside,” you mention.

You turn and begin concocting some sort of magical substance within a big, black pot that Sweet Pea will come to learn as a cauldron. His eyes track your motions as you flit about within your home, comfortable and fluid as you traipse throughout the space.

“Does the Jones family still live there?” you ask, trying to fill the empty void with some sort of conversation. “I once knew Forsythe’s son, but it has been a few years since we last spoke.”

Sweet Pea finds a seat at your table, his large frame folding in the small space, “Yes, Forsythe and his son still lead the Southside to some extent. They are the ones we send to meet with the king when there are needs we cannot fulfill ourselves.”

“Is that why you’re here?” 

He stops, unable to find an answer.

In the lack of speech, you can’t hold back a laugh. You turn to him, your thigh brushing against his knee as your potion bubbles. You tilt your head, “Sweet Pea, I’m teasing. Lighten your spirits.”

“Magic makes me uneasy,” he mumbles under his breath.

“Then why are you here?”

His silence is your answer.

-

The Southside’s crops flourish and you start to get more visitors.

First, it is Forsythe’s son. He remembers you from your childhood, before you fled the Southside after your father’s untimely death. 

Then, it is a young woman named Elizabeth, betrothed to Forsythe. He brings her to visit you, asking for some sort of potion that you’d rather not repeat to the general public.

Another time, it is a bombshell of a woman who introduces herself as Antoinette. You mesh with her easily, as she is trying to learn magic but mostly has a gift for healing. Your talents do not lend to healing easily, but you can work at it enough to teach her.

Sweet Pea is always their guide, finding his way to your home at least once every few weeks with some need for another potion or another spell or another enchantment or another magic item.

“If you would like to visit me, you can come alone, you know.”

It catches him by surprise as he ushers Antoinette out the door one evening. The moonlight glints in his eyes as he looks at you over his shoulder, his bottom lip dropping just enough to bare his teeth.

“I may have to take you up on that next time,” he manages before shutting the door behind him.

Your heart squeezes and you wonder if he’s telling the truth.

Your hands itch to craft a truth serum.

You restrain yourself.

-

It takes him another three months, but when your doorbell chimes, only one set of boots walks over your threshold.

“What is it you ne-oh, Sweet Pea.”

He looks tense - shoulders tight and jaw muscles taut. He ducks into your den, licking his lips as he attempts his first sentence.

“I, uh, I thought that I might-er, take you up on your offer?”

You find it in you to laugh, stepping forward to touch his bicep with just the tips of your fingers, “Great, I’ve just put the teapot on. Do you like earl gray?”

The tea does not have truth serum, you swear.

But somehow he wants to spill all of his secrets.

It takes an hour, but eventually he asks: “Did you cast a spell on me?”

The tea is cold against your lips, mug almost full thanks to the words that have superfluously flown from your lips since the moment you sat in front of him. You shake your head, setting the mug down on your tabletop, “No, I forced myself to stray from magic today, once you stopped by my door.”

“My father was murdered with magic,” he speaks quietly, covering his mouth with his mug after the revelation has been spoken.

You want to rush to him, to hold him by the cheeks and apologize for all of the nasty magic-wielders you’ve ever known and all those who might have had a hand in harming him.

“Nothing you can do,” Sweet Pea speaks curtly as if reading your mind. 

“I know,” you answer, “doesn’t mean I can’t be angered.”

Sweet Pea places his mug on the table next to yours and when his knuckles brush your own, electricity sparks up your veins. One of the side effects of having magic in your veins means that you feel things one thousand percent more than the average human.

“I’ve never met a good, honest wielder of magic,” Sweet Pea continues. He sighs and chews on the inside of his lip, “When I met you in the dragon’s cavern, I wasn’t sure if I should kill you or not.”

You scoot yourself closer to him, your chair scraping against the wooden floor beneath you. His eyes dart to yours, dark and tumultuous. You want to reach out, to graze your fingertips against his thigh, but you hold yourself back.

“Have you discovered what decision you should have made?” you ask, breathless.

Sweet Pea’s palm is warm when it connects with your knee, burning through the flimsy fabric of your skirt. Immediately, you cover his hand with your own, curling your fingers around his knuckles. His breath hitches and his throat bobs, but he answers you anyway.

“I know now killing you was not the right answer,” Sweet Pea leans in close to you, the tea on his lips tantalizing as his body tilts toward you. He licks his lips and you follow the motion with your eyes, wondering what his tongue would feel like against yours. 

“Now,” he whispers, “I’m wondering whether or not to kiss you.”

You can’t help the smirk that grows on your lips, “Oh, fear not, I can make that decision for you.”

Your mouth against his sparks some sort of electricity, but in the warmest, most inviting way. Tingles spread down from the base of your neck, pooling in your stomach as his lips move slowly, torturously against yours. 

One of his hands is in your hair, the other trailing its way up your thigh towards your hip, dragging you closer to him with every gentle noise your mouths make. He lets a groan echo from the back of his throat and you feel a certain twinge at the base of your spine which launches you forward, knees on either side of his hips as you settle against his body.

“At least one of us is decisive,” he mutters as his hands traverse your body. A smile turns his lips upward and you can feel it against your mouth, “If it were up to me alone, we would still be mixing elixirs.”

You roll your eyes as you pull away, thumbing through his hair, “I can mix you an elixir, Southsider. It’ll blow your mind.”

A soft look overtakes his face, his eyes gentle and his touch even sweeter, “You blow my mind, sunshine. No elixir required.”

You’re not sure how to respond, so you kiss him instead.

As you feel his spirit wash over you like sunlight, you realize he’s right - absolutely no magic required.

-

a/n: ahhhh this turned out better than i hoped??? but also not as great??? i dunno i just want you to love it!! i plan on writing for your other two prompts as well, but a family emergency popped up so i wasn’t able to get them all done in time, but i plan on posting them anyway! @findmeinpops​ again, i’m so so sorry i didn’t get this to you for christmas, but hopefully you can find it in your heart to forgive me!! 

[thedragonwitchesau]

Chapter Four

Eavesdropping

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He smiled at the memory, then put it back into the pack. He placed it next to him on the floor, and finally fell asleep.

Roman’s first thought when he woke up was “Are my clothes wrinkled?” (A knight has got to slay!) He sat up and looked at them. By some miracle, they were not.

The next thought was “Where am I?” but that was quickly erased as he remembered the events from the previous night.

The Dragon-Witch flame

Leaving

Being chased

And finally, ending up here in Patton’s cottage.

He sat up, and realized that he had no idea what to do now. The start of his plan depended on Patton’s friends… and Roman had no idea when he could meet them.

Suddenly, his stomach grumbled. He let out a soft chuckle, and decided to head downstairs to see if there was anything to eat.

As he walked downstairs, he started to shield his eyes. It was much more cheerful in the day, but also much brighter. When he got downstairs, he looked around, finding Patton nowhere in the area.

He assumed (and hoped) that he had just gone out, so he went over to a cabinet, and opened it up. There wasn’t much, just an apple, but it was food, so he took a bite out of it.

Just then, he heard the front door open. Something in his gut told him to get out of sight, so he ducked behind a taller cabinet that stuck out front the rest of the kitchen. He took a peek, and smirked at what he saw.

There were two men he assumed to be Dragon-Witches standing with Patton around the dining table.

The first one was a bit taller than Patton. He was about 5’9”, and had light skin. Roman could see that he had darker brown hair, his dark blue eyes that were surrounded by square frames, and his stoic expression. He was wearing dark blue pants, a black shirt, and a scarf with multiple colors of blue in it.

The second man was more interesting. Something about him drew the knight to him, and he took notice of him. He was maybe 5’11, and he had very pale skin. His dark hair was tinged with purple, and his black eyes had bags under them, like he didn’t get enough sleep. His shoulders were slumped, and he looked like the sort of person who honestly couldn’t care less. He was wearing a black robe with purple patches sewn onto it.

Roman tried to listen in on their conversation, hoping to hear something about the village, or something that would help him win them over.

The man with the purple hair spoke up. “So, today I was talking to Remy.”

Roman’s heart jumped. This man knew the guard? (He assumed it was the guard, Remy seemed like a nickname for Remington.) Would he have said something that would destroy his chances of getting in the village?

Apparently not.

“Percy asked Andy on a date.” Patton squealed. “FINALLY! Oh my gosh Virge, I’ve been waiting for this forever!” He smiled, then paused.

“Wait. You said asked— did Andy say yes?”

The man with purple hair—Virge— smirked. “Yep.”

Patton squealed again. “Oh my gosh! Ok, ok, where is it…” he said, walking towards the kitchen. Roman’s eyes grew wide, then pretended to look like he was just casually eating an apple instead of eavesdropping on his host.

The man with the scarf looked at him quizzically. “Where is what?” Patton looked over at him.

“My cookie recipe! I have to bake them something!” The man with the scarf rolled his eyes.

“Patton, Virgil has stated that they were simply going on their first date. There is no indication that they will get together, or even go on another date.” Patton looked back at him, his shoulders sagging. The scarfed man’s eyes widened, and he realized what he had done.

“That’s not to say it won’t be! I’m simply stating that it might work, or it may, it’s honestly hard to know… In any case, there’s nothing stopping you from making those cookies!”

Patton smiled, and continued his walk to the kitchen, where he found Roman, who was trying to casually lean against the counter. “Hey Roman! How long have you been here?”

“Just a few minutes,” he said. “Did I hear someone else here?”

Patton’s face lit up. “Oh, yeah!” He pulled Roman out from behind the cabinet, placing him in front of the tow men. “Roman, meet Logan,” he said, pointed to the man with the scarf, “and Virgil”, he said, pointed to the purple-haired man. Logan waved, and Virgil gave a small salute.

“Lo, Virge, this is Roman, the human that showed up last night.”

And in an instant, everything changed.

Virgil’s “couldn’t-care-less” expression turned to rage. His shoulders un-slumped, and he put his hands in front of him as balls of purple light formed in the palms. Logan put his hands around him, trying to stop him, but the Cicieran could see that he didn’t really want to, that he wouldn’t care if Virgil fired.

Patton ran in front of Roman, trying to protect him from whatever Virgil looked like he was about to do. “Virgil, stop.”

Virgil laughed. “Yes, Pat. I won’t attack the human in your home. It’s not like he’s dangerous or anything!”

Patton looked at him. “He’s not! He’s good, I promise.” Virgil rolled his eyes.

“Patton, you said he came in last night? How can you know if he’s good?”

“Trust me Virge. Trust me.”

The purple-haired man didn’t respond, and looked to Roman instead. “What are your intentions, human?” he spat out. Roman gulped, this one was scary.

“I’m simply trying to get into the village.”

“WHAT?”

Here, Patton interjected, and explained what Roman told him last night. Virgil was not convinced. “A piece of paper? Really? And why would someone give you directions to Draconison?”

Roman looked him straight in the eyes. “I don’t know. The point is, I need to get in. I know you have no reason to trust me—”

“See! Even the human says I can’t trust him!” Virgil yelled. Roman tried to contain his anger, he was getting on his nerves.

“If you would let me finish, I would have told you that even though you have no reason, at least give me a chance. You can’t trust me if you never try to build the trust.”

Virgil didn’t say anything, but kept glaring at him. Finally, after a few moments of silence, he spoke.

“Come on Logan, we’re leaving.” Logan shot a look at Patton which seemed apologetic, and went along with Virgil. After they left, Roman sunk down to the floor, and put his head in his hands.

“They hate me,” he said. “I’ll never earn their trust.” Patton kneeled down so that he was at eye level with the man in white. He gave him a soft smile.

“Roman, it’s ok. They don’t hate you—” Roman interrupted him.

“Then what was that?”

Patton sighed, and started again. “They don’t hate you in particular, it’s just that a lot of Dragon-Witches have bad feelings towards humans. Some gather in groups to hunt us, and, well, you can’t really say you approve of a species that does that, can you?”

Roman nodded, feeling a twinge of guilt.

“Hey, why don’t we play Patton-cake?”

Roman looked at him. “What’s that?”

Patton laughed, and smirked. “You’ll see. Now, go dip all of your fingers in candle wax.”

⇼

Logan and Virgil walked back towards Draconison in silence. After about ten minutes, Virgil sighed. “You can’t really trust him, can you?” Logan looked towards the taller Dragon-Witch.

“Of course not.” he said. “And I don’t like him either. But Patton does, and that’s what matters.”

Virgil rolled his eyes. “Lo, it’s Patton. He’ll believe anyone.”

“Well, yes,” Logan said, “But Patton said that Roman is good. And while he is quite naïve, he’s very good at determining someone’s moral character. If Patton says he’s good, then he is.”

Virgil thought about this. “I still don’t trust him”

Logan let out a soft—and rare— chuckle as they reached the gates. “Of course you don’t.”

uh.

there you go.

Let me know if you've found any errors, and let me know your general feedback!

Have a great day/night

-R

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This little fic was commissioned by MorbidHero. Enjoy! I'm not a superfan but I hope I still did the fandom justice, more or less. Even though there are no bacon pancakes or appearances from Billy.

Orono Or DIE.

The sign was unique enough to attract attention. That was probably the idea. Still, the girl with the long, black hair and the red-and-blue striped sweater seemed a little surprised when a car pulled over on the long, lonely stretch of Highway 95. Her eyes narrowed to slits as headlights attempted to blast the pupils wide, and she shadowed them with a pale hand.

"Hello!" cried a voice that sounded like a music box. "Are you in need of aid?"

"Uhhhh…" The squinting eyes shifted. "There a person in there?"

"Of course! I am a person! Please, it's too cold to be out here alone!"

The stranger approached the passenger window, bending down to look inside. By the light of the dash screen, she saw a rosy complexion and bright pink hair to match. The girl's round face held the sweetest, most angelic smile she had ever seen.

"I… whoa."

"Yes?"

"N-nothing. You're really gonna give me a lift? I could be an axe murderer."

The driver's eyebrows raised. "Are you an axe murderer?"

"Sorta." She opened her black guitar case, covered in stickers from all manner of bands and destinations, to display a red bass that actually was shaped like an axe, a snarky half-smile displaying some prominent canines. "I slay on this thing alllll the time."

"Oooh! A wandering minstrel! Prithee, do not tarry thither, but let us away in mine chariot!"

"I… huh?"

Cheeks turning a bit rosier, she whispered, "Just get in the car."

With her bass, cardboard sign, and knapsack stashed in the cramped back seat, the two pulled away from the shoulder and back onto the near-deserted highway. There reigned silence for a moment or two until the driver decided to attempt pleasant conversation.

"What's your name, minstrel?"

"Not Minstrel. Marcy. Or Marce, Marceline, Nightmarce… Elvira, if you're everybody in my high school."

"That sounds very unkind, and I am not from your high school so I will not do that." She smiled over at her. "I'm Bonnibel, or Bonnie."

"Cool. This, uh… this car seems weird."

"Oh!" she piped up animatedly. "It is a hybrid, but I have converted the combustion engine to run on used peanut oil."

"Is that why I have a craving for a PB&J out of nowhere?!"

Bonnie laughed, and Marcy wore a smile of her own. That was bizarre; why would she smile at some stranger who just picked her up to give her a lift? "Perhaps! It is also why I will eventually have to visit a Five Guys restaurant to refuel."

Chuckling quietly, Marcy fought down a groan as she struggled out of her black leather boots and propped her feet up on the dash. "Sorry, but I've been walking for hours. Nobody else would pick me up, except for this creepy trucker who would probably have murdered me. With my own axe."

"It is alright! I can't blame you, that sounds like a terrible day. How did you end up out here all by yourself? With no car?"

"Ash, ugh."

"Gesundheit?"

Rolling her eyes, Marcy explained, "No, Ash is my ex. Also the lead guitarist of our band, Vampire Queen. But like, he's been impossible since we broke up, and he threw his guitar at my head during our last show. I told him I wasn't riding in the van with him anymore and they took off without me. Jerkfaces."

Bonnie's expression was completely thunderstruck. She reached over to pat Marceline's thigh. "That is just unacceptable, you could have been hurt!"

"Uh… yeah?" She thought that was obvious. And the sudden physical contact made her squirm.

"No, I mean you should remove him from the band. He is clearly dangerous and you have every right to feel safe on the stage."

"Oh. Well… it's not that easy. He writes half our songs, and he's no great singer but he does know all the guitar parts already. But… I guess he's more replaceable than Fionna or Jake."

"You should send him to prison. Or castrate him," she added, tapping her chin thoughtfully.

Which is what finally made Marceline realize neither of her hands were on the wheel. She sat up quick and shouted, "HEY, we're gonna crash! Are you insane?!"

"Hm?" Glancing ahead, she calmly stated, "No we aren't, we're driving perfectly straight. And there are no other cars."

"Well… yeah, but…" She watched their course correct very slightly, still glancing at Bonnie's hands. "Oh, is this one of those self-driving things?"

"Yes! Oh, I see; you thought I was neglecting the wheel." The pink-haired oddity giggled as if Marcy were the weird one.

"Do you just pick up random strangers and scare them to death? Messed up hobby, girl. I can respect it though."

At that, Bonnie's smile lessened as she stared ahead again. "I'm sorry. Sometimes I forget that not everyone has access to the technology I do. I didn't mean to cause you any undue strife."

"Not everybody swallows a dictionary for breakfast, either." When that wiped the smile away entirely, the rocker turned to look out the passenger window as she tightened her arms around her stomach. "Nah… I'm sorry, I'm a bitch."

The car was silent for a few seconds. "You aren't. I just don't spend a lot of time with other people. When I do, they tell me I am awkward."

"Yeah? Agoraphobic or something?" She paused. "Yeah, I know some big words, too."

"I never said you didn't. But no, that isn't the problem. I'm a workaholic. Even when I'm not in my lab, I'm still focused on inventing or revising previous inventions. I like speaking with people, but there never seems to be any time…"

"Dude, nerdslut. Got it."

"WHAT?!"

The outburst was harsher than Marce expected. "Sorry," she muttered, head ducking lower. "I didn't-"

"I'm not a slut! I'm…" Her cheeks began to glow. "I've never even been on a date."

"I was kidding, man. I didn't really mean…" Her fingers ran through her fringe. "Look, you told me you don't get out much. So I'll do my best not to tease you like I normally would, but no promises. I'm pretty edgy." She even threw up devil horns to add to the effect.

"You're teasing. Yes, I understand." The bubbly girl sighed and relaxed, smiling again. Apparently, it was that easy.

"What do you do for a living, anyway? All the inventing…"

"Oh! Have you heard of PeebleCo?"

A brief pause. "If I say 'no', does that mean I'm dumb?"

"It's alright. I am the president and CEO. Though the board members make most of the day-to-day decisions, they consult with me before making any large changes. And I am also the head of the R&D department."

"Whoa. And you're what, like, eighteen?"

"Nineteen."

"Excuse me," she snickered. "But yeah, that's pretty young to have your whole future figured out. I'm still kind of drifting through life in the shadows."

Bonnie shrugged as she pulled off the highway. "It is okay. I know I am strange, and that most people have to take some time to find their true destiny."

"Where… are we going?"

"To this hotel! I have been driving all day."

"Oh. Guess this is where I get off, then."

"It is if you want. Or you are welcome to share my hotel room and I will continue to ferry you to your destination in the morning."

Marceline raised an eyebrow as she watched Bonnie smoothly guide the car into a parking spot — having to use her hands this time, of course. "Are you totally insane, or just the nicest person on the planet?"

"Does it have to be one or the other?" she asked with a huge grin. And yet again, Marcy found she was grinning back.

                                                      ~ o ~

Once they had brought their bags inside, the hitchhiker plopped herself on the bed and kicked off her boots again. Then she started tuning her bass. Bonnie started unpacking her little pink rolling suitcase immediately, though she cast a casual glance over at her guest now and then.

"What? Am I bugging you?"

"Not at all. I have just never seen someone play a guitar in person before."

"Never?!" When the inventor shook her head, Marceline chuckled softly. "Damn, you really don't ever crawl out from under that rock to see what the sun looks like. Not that I do, either."

"It's because I'm working," she protested with a slight pout. "Not because I don't want to meet people. I love people!"

"Oh yeah, me too. They're delicious."

Bonnie cackled as she plugged her BMO's charger into the wall. At least she got that joke. "You're so funny and cool! I wish I was like you."

"No you don't, trust me. I'm kind of a cunt."

"Are you? Well, I think that's still preferable to being boring. I might have an important job but as a person, I am… vanilla pudding."

"Yeah? Well I mean, vanilla pudding can be pretty good. Add a little red food coloring to make people think you're eating ketchup? I like red things, they look more badass."

"Vanilla is not interesting," she sighed as she seated herself on the other twin bed, pulling off her Uggs. Marceline tried not to pay too much attention to how her white leggings hugged her shapely calves and thighs. "Being a vanilla pudding when there are so many chocolate puddings around me… that is why I focus on my work."

The hitchhiker thought that over as she played a couple of notes, a few chords she used in their sets. The hook from "Smoke On The Water", then the bassline from "The Chain".

"I think you're cool, Bonbon."

"You do?" she asked in pure shock. Marcy looked up — and immediately averted her eyes when she saw her company was wearing only her underwear.

"WHOA, hey, warn a girl or something!"

"Oh, I'm sorry!" she hissed, arms trying to hide parts of her body pointlessly. "The other girls in gym class never cared!"

Pale cheeks flooding with color, the rocker cleared her throat and studied the carpet, watching pale pink toes curl nervously into the fibers. "Gym, yeah. Um… I'm sorry, that was stupid. Me flipping out. If you're cool with stripping down in front of me, like… it's your hotel room…"

"No, you are right, it was my mistake. We have only just met today. And I am decent." When Marceline chanced another glance, she saw a long pink nightgown covering Bonnie from neck to ankle. She was also wearing an embarrassed little smile that was more adorable than it had any right to be.

"You're definitely decent."

"Jingo-jango!"

"Gesundheit?" she re-joked with a slight smirk.

"Free candy!" She practically pounced on the little mint laying on her pillow, unwrapping it and devouring it in mere seconds. "Mmmmhhh… oh, divine!"

The moans of pleasure definitely made Marcy have to clear her throat again. Desire was stirring within her in a way that blindsided her; Bonnie was a girl. One she had met literally that day! Was she losing it?! Sure, she had always known she liked girls as much as boys, but she had never really been serious about one.

"Marcy?"

"SHIT!" she gasped out when she saw those beautiful features only a couple of inches away from her own. It seemed Bonnie's concern had brought her over to the other bed. "I… what? I'm fine, you can go back to getting ready for bed or whatever."

"You are flushed. What if you have a fever, from being out in the cold too long?"

Then the bouncy inventor touched their foreheads together, to check her temperature. Marceline knew that was the reason… yet she still felt her heart speed up, her sweat glands stirring to life.

But she was no shrinking violet. Anti-social, sure, and inexperienced hitting on girls versus guys. But she figured she might as well give it a shot and see what happened.

"You give me fever," she began to sing in a smoky voice. Bonnie's concerned eyes shot wide. "Fever when you kiss me, fever when you hold me tight."

A tiny whispered "What?" fell from small pink lips. And not even the oblivious shut-in could miss the rock star's meaning. "Me?"

After they held each other's gaze for a few more seconds, Marceline burst out with a chuckle and looked away, strumming her bass. "Couldn't resist. You're such a cute little marshmallow, it's too easy."

And that was that. Or so she thought. After she had played a few more notes and glanced up again, expecting that Bonnie would have rushed off to the bathroom by now, she saw she was being studied carefully.

"Sorry. Told you I'm a bitch."

"Why are you sorry? If you meant it… which you did…"

"Who says I did?" she grunted. "Hey-"

"I do," Bonnie told her in even tones as she finished pulling the guitar strap from around Marceline's neck. How could this awkward bean be so bold all of a sudden?! "You are blushing like I am blushing. That means you meant it, doesn't it?"

"No. It means… maybe I was out in the cold too long. Whatever."

Sighing like a patient teacher facing an obstinate student, Bonnie leaned over and took her lips gently. And poor Marcy felt her brain short-circuiting. This girl was going for it! How?! This girl?! Even more shameful was that it took three or four seconds for her to pull back from the kiss, panting and clutching at the bedspread.

"WHAT THE WHAT?!"

"Oh wow," Bonnibel whispered, reaching up to touch her own bottom lip with delicate fingers. "I did that."

"Yeah? Like, what, you're surprised you kissed somebody? That's fucking weird!"

"I am. I have never done it before, I didn't think it would be so easy. But I wasn't afraid like I expected to be, and I enjoyed the feeling."

One single fact kept Marcy from harping on about how bold of an assumption it was to kiss her out of nowhere. "Whoa, hold up. I'm really your first?"

"Yes," she breathed, cheeks warming to match Marceline's as she fidgeted with her fingers.

"That… amazing one you just planted on me was your first kiss?!"

Bonnie raised her eyebrows at her. "Oh, it was good?"

"Dude, I'm practically at full sail down here already!" When the hapless girl didn't seem to have any idea what she meant by that, she clarified, "Yes, it was good!"

"Oh. Then it was a successful experiment! Hooray!" Marceline just gaped at her open-mouthed. "We should do more experiments, I think."

"Yeah? What, you think I'm that easy?" she scoffed, trying to focus on reaching for her bass instead of blushing scarlet. But she barely touched the neck before firm hands were pinning her to the bed. "HEY!"

"You will assist me," the girl she had once mistaken for a marshmallow ordered her with a sly smirk.

Marceline finally understood that she had been hoodwinked. Well, not really; she believed this girl had no experience, but she had made the erroneous assumption that also meant she would be timid. Nope.

"I will? That's pretty interesting, I thought I got to decide that part."

"You do. But I already know you will decide to help me." Her hips started shifting on top of Marceline's, eyes briefly falling shut. "Mmm… mm?"

The rocker looked away, waiting for the backlash. Bracing to be shouted at, or called any number of names. She had been down that road before — most recently with Ash, who had no problem doing that to her but only when he was angry.

"You're a transgender person."

Stunned by the bluntness of the phrasing, she finally looked up to see nothing but surprise in Bonnie's features. No judgment, no disgust. "Um… yeah. Well, we prefer just 'trans'."

"Oh! 'Justrans' then." She shifted a few more times, prompting a little groan from both of them. "This will certainly make the experiment easier; I already know how to work with one of these from anatomy class."

Marcy knew she wasn't trying to be cruel. She could tell. But she still hissed up at her, "Can you like, not act like I'm some kind of sex slave robot? There's a real person with a real blackened soul down here."

With a little gasp, she covered her mouth. "Bloobalooby! I'm sorry, you're right." Her hips rolled again, sending a wave of heat down into the rocker from their point of contact, blinding her with pleasure. "Do you consent to experimenting with me sexually, and taking my virginity?"

Marceline could only sputter. And she almost told her 'no' simply because she was so shocked at the entire situation. But it was beginning to feel way too good. Why? Why did she want to?

"Sure. If you really don't care that I'm some problem you picked up off the side of the road."

"You are perfect." For just a second, Marcy felt a flutter in her stomach from such praise. Then Bonnie elaborated, "I'm comfortable with you, and I can tell that you are an adequate size to give me a wonderful first experience."

"Oh. That kind of 'perfect'. Right."

Genuinely puzzled, she tilted her head and asked, "What other kind is there?"

Instead of answering, Marceline pulled her down for a heated kiss. They kept that up while rolling around on the bed, running their fingers through each other's hair, humming into the contact. By the time they came up for air, she realized her sweater had disappeared.

"Can I see you?"

"Oh, is that going to help with the experiment?" Bonnie lowered her voice. "Am I… sexy?"

"Well, duh," she laughed as she dropped her jeans. But she fell speechless when she saw the shapely pink body coming into view. "I'm… yep. Definitely stand by my statement."

"I think you are sexy as well." But she was saying it shyly, as if stating a secret, rather than in a flirty way. This girl really didn't understand human sexuality but she was trying her best.

Weird but cute. And her face was glowing red like a stoplight… and Marceline liked red things.

They fell into each other with eagerness, kissing all over faces and necks as their bodies combined. Bonnibel was so soft inside, and her skin smelled like flowers. The little gasps and mewlings at the foreign sensations only made Marcy throb harder, willed her hips to begin moving.

Minutes later, she broke yet another kiss to whisper urgently, "I'm… I'm gonna finish, I d-don't have… a condom…"

"I'm on birth control, to regulate my cycle. I will not become pregnant." But she was biting her lip. The sensations had changed how she reacted. "Will you…? Please?"

She would. Moans fell freely from both of them as their bodies shifted faster and faster, until the dam burst and Marceline felt both their bodies convulsing with the proof of their pleasure. It was an instant, it was an eternity. It was everything.

As they lay curled up together, silence reigned for a few minutes. Experiment complete. Neither of the new quite what to say. Until finally Bonnie whispered, "You sang."

"Huh?"

"When you ejaculated. It was like singing." She closed her eyes, a small smile on her lips as her hand drifted up to cover her own heart. "It was so sweet…"

Marceline scoffed, resisting the temptation to roll over and away to protect her own feelings. "N-no way. I don't do 'sweet', you're loopy. Literally fucked your brains out."

"No, my brains are still intact," she teased with a light chuckle as she began to draw little circles on Marcy's pale shoulder. "And you sang. And I am very, very satisfied with your 'axe'."

That prompted a gleeful giggle from both women. "Told you. I slay all day, Bonnie-bae."

                                                      THE END

[franceein]

How would you introduce yourself to the blogging community? Be creative!

Feeling tired lately? Then you’re in the right blog!

C’est la vie —that is life.

Hello, everyone! I go by the name Francine. Last name is Natividad. (2x + 7, x = 4) years of age from Gamu, Isabela. And just like you, I’m also feeling tired lately. But, what’s life without tiredness? It is part of life.

Let me tell you a story!

I am a student of Saint Paul University Philippines located at Tuguegarao, Cagayan. I recently started my Senior High School here wherein I am enrolled in the HUMSS strand. For two months, we’re still in blended-modality (online and face-to-face) wherein it alternates weekly. After 2 years of doing online classes because of the pandemic, engaging in a whole day or a whole week rather of face-to-face class, it’s unbelievably tiring. My body got used to staying inside my own bedroom all throughout an online class day but the coming back of normal practice in school is making me more exhausted than ever. Can you relate? Of course you can!

I’ve been questioning my existence for quite some time now. I keep on asking myself, “For what am I living?”, “Will these sacrifices be worth it in the end?”. Questions like that let me deeper understand my purpose in life. However, I can’t seem to answer those. I’m always stuck with the question, “why?” and it’s always complicated to answer. However, I go on with life. I sleep late to complete assignments and wake up early to review and continue unfinished homeworks. I ready myself for school and socialize with people. I go home feeling tired and sleepy. Repeat. Despite of how unwilling we are to live, we have no choice but to kee on breathing and that becomes a will.

I used to love writing poems, doing calligraphy, reading wattpad novels, and fangirling over Kpop idols. But because of the busy life in result of school and academics, I barely have time to do my hobbies. And now, I don’t even feel the “spark” of doing those anymore. I got detached with what I love and entered adulting life too early. It feels like yesterday, I’m a student whose enjoying every bit of her life by doing great in school and nurturing her skills and talents. But time goes by so fast that now, I’m facing the real responsibilities in life which is the result of being independent.

But what can we do? C’est la vie —that is life.

We might be getting older and older every time passing by but in the end, we’re still children by heart. We might face different kinds of difficulties and hurdles in life, get pass through it, but we still get emotional even with the tiniest things. And that’s complety okay! Cry, smile, laugh, be anxious, be scared; there’s no problem with that. Just always remember to get up on your own because it’s your body, it’s your life and no one will do and live it for you.

Wait, a little reminder:

Slay life today, and slay life again tomorrow!

Again, this is Francine Natividad.

Now, temporarily offline.

1. Where do I see myself 10 years from now? Was my learning in SPUP vital to where Im leading to?

To be honest, I’m still debating with myself about my plans for the future. However, I hope that in 10 years, I’ll have my Juris Doctor degree already. It would also be great if I’ve already passed the BAR exam and took my oath. Although indefinite, I see myself in a courtroom; defending a client wherein I am the hope of the oppressed.

I needed growth and knowledge and SPUP gave me those. Choosing this university among any other universities is a step forward in achieving my goal of becoming a lawyer. Therefore, learning here is a vital procedure as to how and what I’m gonna be in 10 years.

2. Was HUMSS the best choice after all?

I was convinced and I am still convinced that HUMSS is the right strand for me. I’m the type of student that prefers essay writing or writing in general than analyzing things in a scientific way. Although life science is interesting, I’m mesmerized with social science. So, I’d like to know more about it. In addition, I’ll take up law thus, the subjects from HUMSS will help me prepare for what I’m going to study in college for pre-law and law school proper.

3. What course will you take in college and why?

In college, I’m planning to take up AB Psychology as my pre-law. This is my first choice for the reason that I can take the board exam for Psychometricians after I graduate from College. And comparing from other possible pre-laws like AB Political Science and AB Legal Management, I would have no license if I ever decided not to further pursue law. At least in Psychology, I have a chance to possess a Psychometrician license aside from a Bachelor’s degree.

HUMSS 11 - Elisha