#who gave his life for humanity and i am too in shambles no way does both ichiro and kuukou have self sacrifice themes NO WAY

[akkivee]

there was some display gallery showing off the various logos in hypmic and the ichikuu peeps on the tl were in shambles over both of them using halos in their mc name signatures lol

[dreamii-yume]

Hi! I'm loving your fics. Could we get some malleus x reader please? Maybe some breeding and size kink?

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Malleus had already decided that Darling is the woman that he wanted to spend his whole entire life with. Huh? What do you mean that Darling has to go back home? That she’s not from this world? That she doesn’t reciprocate his feelings? Now, don’t be like that~! Don’t you think it’s lovely~? A life with one of the strongest magician in this twisted world would surely be a lot better than your previous one!

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You sat on a lone bench in the peaceful land outside the Ramshackle Dorm, the gentle howl of the nightly breeze blowing on your hair so elegantly. Green fireflies decorated where you sat, their beautiful light was enough to illuminate what the old lamp post couldn’t. Before you were a tall young fae with pointed ears and a pair of menacing horns on his head. You almost strained your neck from looking up just to have an eye contact with him. His very appearance and size was intimidating, yet the rare gentle smile on his face holds a complete contrast to it all.

The moon was beautiful tonight, bearing witness to how your eyes had slowly widened at the information you have received from the horned fellow. “...Eh?” You blinked repeatedly, your ears somewhat refusing to acknowledge the meaning behind his words. “...Sorry, could you repeat what you just said?”

“I love you.” The fae patiently repeated his confession for you, word by word. His tone felt so practiced, like he had been waiting his whole life just to say it. “I want to spend my whole life with you and create a happy little family between us.”

Your mouth fell agape as you looked down, and to the side, before eventually going back to him. You fiddled with your sleepwear of a clothing, finding the right words to say. “...W-Wow...This is...This is a lot to take in, I...” You stuttered out as your cheeks burns in the shade of a bashful pink. “...Tsunotarou, I-I don’t know what to say really...”

‘Tsunotarou’ merely chuckled at your reaction, watching you chew on your bottom lip. A habit that he noticed you do whenever you’re nervous or in the midst of indecisiveness. He reached out and pat you on the head, stroking your hair in a comforting manner. “Don’t stress yourself too much, my little human. I can put our differences aside and love you for who you are from now on and forever.” He said, his eyes gazing at you lovingly. You felt the side of your mouth twitched upward, creating a small smile at how sweet his words were.

“...In return, I want you to be my wife and create a family with me. To spend our eternity caring for our young.” ‘Tsunotarou’ said, something that slowly wiped your smile away. You looked down once again, a sullen expression had replaced itself on your face. Of course, the horned fae had already spent too much time with you to notice the slightest bit of change in your mood, this was no exception. “...Why the long face, little one?”

You took a deep breath. “I-I’m flattered, Tsunotarou. Really, I am.” You said, smiling up at him. “You were the very first to confess to me like this. It’s very sweet and I appreciate it. Thank you.”

“But...I’m sorry. I can’t accept your confession.” You gave him a serious look on your face. A single drop of sweat ran down the side of your head but you kept up your mask. It took a while for ‘Tsunotarou’ to give you some sort of reaction and even then, the most that you got was a slight flinch of the hand that was on top of your head. He no longer has a smile in his face, going back to his usual, stoic expression as he retracted his hand away from you.

“Explain.” He requested, but sounded more of a demand rather than an optional choice. You flinched at how stern his voice had suddenly turned, no trace of his sweet demeanor had remained.

“Were you...Were you in the entrance ceremony at the first day?” You asked him. “If you were there then, everything must’ve make sense to you by now.”

“I was not invited. I tend to never get invited into occasions such as that.” ‘Tsunotarou’ said, bitterly as he crossed his arms. You nodded, somehow you couldn’t help but feel really bad for the tall fae. “...What does that have to do with your rejection?”

“Then you must’ve at least known by now that I don’t have the tiniest shred of magic in me, right?” You said, trying to go slow for him so he could understand you properly. “The only reason I’m a student here in the first place is because I have Grimm with me.”

“...I do.” He said. “If this is the reason why you’re rejecting me, then know that I have no problems with having a child that has no affinity for magic. We can always-“

You quickly hold out your hand in front of you, frantically shaking your head, stopping him the moment he mentioned anything about having children. Your face flushed red, he was looking way into the future. “No, no, no...! That’s not the reason at all!” You protested. “It’s because I’m not from here, Tsunotarou!”

Now this caught ‘Tsunotarou’ off-guard, not expecting such reason to come out of your mouth. But then, with that sentence alone, he had already formulated a lot of solutions in his mind that could excuse such reason. “Not from here? You meant from Twisted Wonderland?” He said, raising his eyebrow. “Then, which part of the world did you come from? Surely, we can do something about your lineage.”

“...That’s the thing. I’m not from this world, Tsunotarou.” Your head held down, but your eyes glanced up at him with gloomy gaze. “I don’t have magic because I came from a different world. A world far different from Twisted Wonderland.”

“And I’m trying to go back.” You finished, finally stating your point. “Therefore, I can’t accept your confession. Because if I were come back to my own world, long-lasting romantic relationship with anyone in Twisted Wonderland is just pointless.”

You settled down, breathing out as ‘Tsunotarou’ in front of you stares with calculating eyes. He was always the difficult one to read, it was either he has great control over his emotions or he simply just doesn’t know how to react. Either way, you prayed in your mind that he wouldn’t become as unreasonable as you dreaded. Finally, he made a reaction, blinking as he straightened his poise. “...Is that it?” He spoke. “Is that your only reason why you’re rejecting me?”

You nodded with an audible “Yes”. Well, you were actually telling him about the other side of the spectrum, there was also the reason of you just not seeing him the same way as he sees you. What you feel for him was merely platonic as there weren’t enough time for you to gain actual romantic feelings for him. He was just a friend that you see every once in a while, after all, an acquaintance you happened to meet when the moon was out on its best. But you chose not to tell him that other reason as it would only add more salt to his wound. For now, you can give him the more logical reason, something anyone could understand.

Your horned friend closed his eyes before breathing out, he crosses his arms. “Then, just don’t.”

Now, it was your turn to be caught off guard. You blinked, repeatedly. “...Excuse me?” You asked, wanting to have a bit more content.

“Coming back to your own world is a choice, not an obligation. You don’t have to go back.” ‘Tsunotarou’ said in a straightforward manner, as if your problem was actually that easy to pull off. “If you were transported in this world then, wouldn’t that mean that there’s actually something you have to do in this world? Or the fact that this world might’ve actually been the world that you were supposed to belong to in the first place?”

“Either way, it doesn’t matter. All you have to do is stay and not worry about going home.” ‘Tsunotarou’ steps closer to your sitting figure. His tall and large figure quietly looms above you, causing a single nervous strand of sweat to drip from your forehead. His shadow alone was intimidating and his striking green eyes never dares to leave you, as if it was burning a hole into your soul. “We can be together without any worries if you could just forget about your previous life and start a new one.”

“Doesn’t that sound even more appealing?”

You stared at him wide-eyed, filled with bewilderment as you don’t even know how you were going to retort that. There was so many flaws and holes in that reasoning that you would like to point out, but just can’t find a proper way to start. In the end, you gave him a nervous laugh, trying to lighten up the atmosphere before eventually dropping the bomb on him. “Uh...T-That’s...That’s not...That’s not how it works, Tsunotarou.” You stuttered, your mind in shambles on how the hell you were going to explain this to the usually aloof and dense fae. “You’re essentially telling me to forget about my friends and family back in my world. You know I can’t do that!”

“They’re...They’re important to me. There’s no way I could...forget about them just like that!” You said. “I didn’t even get the chance to properly say goodbye before getting transported into this world! They’re probably looking for me right now!”

In the midst of your desperate attempt to knock some sense into powerful yet dense magician, you failed to notice how his eyes narrowed down for a mere second. A rare sign of irritation spiking up in his features. “...And you think they’re still looking for you after all this time?” ‘Tsunotarou’ coldly states. “You arrived at this world during the entrance ceremony, correct? It’s been quite a while since that happened. Have you ever considered that they might’ve just given up on you by now?”

Now that was uncalled for, just absolutely unnecessary to say. You scrunched up your eyebrows together as you couldn’t help but be hurt at how insensitive his words suddenly became. What was his problem? He’s making it sound like no one cared for you in your own world. That you’re someone who your friends and family wouldn’t mind losing, a mere waste of space.

But still, you breathe out an exasperated sigh, bottling up your true emotion as you decided to become the mature one in this argument. You looked up with him with an assertive look in your eye, silently telling ‘Tsunotarou’ to not pressure you with nonsensical reasoning any longer. “...Look, I know you’re making it sound that easy but Tsunotarou...It’s really not.” You said, calming yourself down before standing up. “I don’t want this to become a big deal. You’re a friend, after all and I don’t like fighting with my friends for something so trivial.”

You dusted off invisible dust in your clothes and gave him your usual smile. “I’m ending this conversation, alright? This is for the sake of both you and I.” You said as your friend merely stared at you. “...Maybe you don’t understand right now. So, I’ll give you some time to do so. You weren’t in the ceremony as a witness, after all.”

“I’ll go back in my dorm now, Grimm probably fell of the bed again.” You giggled at the image in your head as you looked back at him with a gentle smile. You didn’t even know how that smile was the exact reason why your ‘Tsunotarou’ fell for you this hard. The exact reason why you didn’t notice how his eyes darken at your figure, his fist slowly clenching tight. “Goodnight, Tsunotarou...I...appreciate your feelings...”

Your voice suddenly slurred, an overwhelming feeling of wanting to sleep had suddenly wrapped itself around your very being. You suddenly felt like your balance was being stripped away from you, causing you to stumble a bit. “...B-but...I hope we can still...be friends...?” You ended up finishing your sentence with a question. It was unintentional and you didn’t know why. You looked up at ‘Tsunotarou’ who didn’t seem to be too bothered at your current behavior.

Your sight was beginning to blur, the horned fae in front of you was barely visible. Had his eyes always been glowing like that? There were dark spots in the corner of your eyes and your eyelids felt really heavy all of a sudden. “...Huh?” Came in your final word.

Finally, your eyes fall into a close as your body collapsed but luckily, ‘Tsunotarou’ was already there, ready to catch you. He ceased the green light emitting from both his eyes and his magical pen once he was sure you were deep in a slumber. He felt your body moving in synch with your breathing, his magic had done its job well this time again. Even in secrecy.

‘Tsunotarou’ carried your body in a bridal style manner, embracing your warmth against his chest.

“...No, my little human. You are the one who doesn’t understand.”

With that, the green fireflies that made the place brim with beauty disappeared as if they weren’t even there in the first place. Along with the all-mighty fae, lovingly caressing a fair, human being in his arms.

The moon was indeed very beautiful tonight. Illuminating upon the sacred place where love had reached a new level of commitment.

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Continue the Spice~?

WELP I currently have a lot of pending request! I’m gonna be closing off the request box for now, okay~?

[dimensionwriter]

Wings of Love

Male Dragon x GN! Reader

Warning: None, just usual fluff

Word Count: 3,266

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Rain drops lightly dusted the small village. The village was filled with children running around with their mouth open trying to catch raindrops, parents trying to run errands, and elders idly chatting with each other about the olden times.

The forest outlined the right side of the village with small random openings where most villagers go during times of boredom or special occasions. To the left, for miles upon miles there were fields that the farmers used to harvest all the village's food.

But far off in the distance, there sat the tallest mountain that was covered in black charcoal rocks with no signs of life on it. There thrive no plants nor animals, for they may know what lies it in.

Centuries ago, the village told tales of how there lived a monstrous dragon that was almost as tall as the mountain. Teeth bigger than yourself and so sharp that it could shred you as if you were wet paper. Wings strong enough to lay trees flat in a forest for miles with only one flap. It's skin was eerie green that allowed the beast to blend in with the tree, that way it was easier to capture any foolish child that wandered into the forest. Soulless black eyes that showed signs of no morals, for a beast like itself didn't need them.

That was the story that every person brought into the village was told. Until the beast actually came from the mountain to the village. As expected, the village was thrown into shambles with screams of scared children, worried parents, and fearful men.

As the villagers prepared themselves for the worst, the dragon simply lowered it's head. The villagers grew weary of the supposedly neutralizing action.

The dragon opens its mouth to reveal those flesh shredding sharp teeth. There was no doubt that this was the dragon from the tales. It was him, with his head bowed.

He began to speak softly in broken English. He spoke of wishing to end the fearful image of himself and instead hope to reside peacefully with the humans. All this said with his head still bowed.

That day is now celebrated as Dragon Birth, for it was the beginning of an era of peace between the supposed monstrous dragon and the village.

Due to the agreement of peace being made, the dragon showed itself a lot more to the village. At first, they still feared him, but as the time went on and the children grew into adults and the leaves all fell from the tree, the dragon became a part of the village.

"History of the Dragon Village? Trying to look up our history," someone joked, pulling the book out of your hand. You blinked slowly trying to get your eyes adjusted to looking at shape instead of words.

Today felt like a great day to just sit under a tree and enjoy the nice warm weather. On your way here, you stopped by the library to just pick up a random book to enjoy while you just simply existed in nature.

Brandon, the idiot who decided to snatch your book out of your hand without having the audacity to save your page, was the son of the butcher in the village. He could sometimes be very eccentric, but was overall a nice company to come around.

"Can't you read something, I don't know, more interesting," he asked spinning on his bare feet in the grass. He started walking off in a direction opening the book. Letting out a fake cough, he began to read from the book.

"The once weary villagers begin to see the dragon as a protector over the village. As a change in view, the Sunset Village changed their name to Dragon Village." He stopped as he doubled over in laughter.

Grabbing at the bark of the tree, you lifted yourself off the ground. Brandon continued to laugh as he stumbled over to you. You gave him a curious smile to try to understand what could evoke such a joyous reaction.

"This village sucks at naming things. Uhhh, we see the sun going down, so why not name it sunset village? Perfect. Wait, we befriended a dragon now. Whelp, change that to dragon village. What about when the dragon dies? Are we going to become ex-Dragon village or We had a dragon village."

A snort of laughter slipped out at you from Brandon's overexaggerated faces. He always told jokes with such a passion for it. This is what made his company so welcoming.

"How about, he gone village?" you joked along bumping his shoulder. He bent over backwards as laughter spilled out of him. He grabbed his stomach as he continued to repeat your new village name. Brandon was so easy to make laugh, but one could not help but feel proud at getting such a reaction to a joke you made.

"I haven't laughed that hard all day," he said wiping the tears from his eyes. He handed you back the book with a smile on his tan skin. Brandon was known to be the handsomest boy in the village. He was, but he just didn't interest you.

All males and females knew he was hot. But, he just seemed plain. Being absolutely honest, none of the villagers caught your eye. There were some nice people, but no one you were willing to marry. Sadly, that time was coming so soon.

"I came over here to tell you that my mom said she got some new flower seeds if you're interested," he said, turning his head to the sky. His light green eyes reflected the tiny wisps of clouds flowing past.

"Really, tell her I said I'll come over by noon," you said showing your excitement as you slowly lowered yourself back to the ground. Brandon's mom sometimes asked you to help her with her garden since she's too old to do it now. And it somehow resulted in her being your flower partner. She always came to you about any new flower she saw or read about or received. It was absolutely adorable.

Brandon gave a curt nod before spinning on his heels and running back into town. He was always so full of energy no matter where the sun stood in the sky.

Flipping through the pages of the book, you tried to find where you stopped off. It ended with the agreement of peace between the dragon and the village.

Just as you saw the paragraph you stopped, a huge gust of wind blew the book out of your hand. That wasn't no normal air gust. That was the winds from something that could flatten miles of trees with a single beat of wings

The dragon hasn't been seen in days. You thought maybe it took to hibernating early or was flying around the world. If you had the ability to, you would.

Lifting your head to the sky, there it was. The protector of the village, Kaos the dragon. He was more majestic than this silly history book could put into words.

He landed a couple of meters away from you, near the edge of the patch of open space. His body was full of muscles, even though he was centuries old. His green scales are just as vibrate as always.

His legs folded underneath him and he laid his head gently on the ground. He tails rose up before laying down over his side.

Was he resting? Is he okay? Of course he is, he's a dragon. Maybe you could ask him?

Tucking you book into a small bag you brought, you begin to sneakily make your way over to the dragon. You were sure if he wanted to, he could sense you. But not a single scale on his body has moved.

His breathing was quite calm, not quite as heavy as you thought. He appears to be sleeping. Does he really trust your village so much as to just choose a random place out in the open to sleep?

His scales seemed so sharp and firm, but the way they move with his breathing seem to make them appear as liquid. His entire body seemed to be a weapon, but he carried himself as if he was nothing more than a delicate flower.

To be honest, you've always been curious about your town's protector. You were one of the unlucky ones who never got a chance to talk to him. During your youth, while all the children were playing with Kaos, you stayed in your house studying or working. As you got older, you found yourself with a packed schedule. So your only interaction with Kaos was walking past him or seeing him off in the distance.

This may actually be the closest you have ever been to him. And it's truly a humbling experience.

"You can touch them if you're curious." A soft grumbly voice spoke out. His voice reminds you of hearing thunder miles away. Something so powerful, but with restraint.

"Sorry," you yelled, stumbling away. How did you notice you woke him? How foolish of you. Obviously, he's a high class predator who would be disturbed by a prey coming closer.

"It's fine. Are you a traveler from far away?" Kaos asked, lifting his head closer to you. His snout was covered with a long scratch going from the tip of his nostril close to his left eyes. His eyes seem to hold all the night within them. A marvelous creature.

"Oh, no. I grew up here," you said, feeling disappointed at not being noticed. Kaos knew everyone who resides in the village. But he doesn't know you. Of course he doesn't.

"Oh, I sincerely apologize," he yelped, getting on his feet and turning his entire body in front of you. He stood so much taller than you. You were barely the height of his legs. "How could I forget a villager?"

"It's not your fault. I never really interacted with you before today," you admitted shyly. His head tilted to the side and he lowered himself to the grown. Cautiously he folded his legs under himself, but kept his neck and head up.

"Well, that's a shame. You seem like such an interesting person," he said smiling softly at you. How can a beast seem so gentle?

"Oh, I'm not really interesting. I mean I am nothing but a mere human from a small village," you said splaying your hands out to your home village. You didn't hate your village. You honestly loved every person in here. But some days, the only interesting things in the village seem to be how time moves so slow.

"Humans are absolutely wondrous creatures. You are always changing and moving. Every obstacle you face, you take it head on," he spoke with such pride in his voice. He really viewed humans at high status. But why for?

"How about this little human? Since I somehow missed getting to know you, would you mind entertaining this dragon for an afternoon. I would love to hear about you."

You open your mouth to tell that he would obviously be bored. But the way his head tilted and a small smile spread onto his mouth. It made you stop yourself.

"Um, guess I should start from the beginning. I do apologize if I bore you," you stuttered out. Kaos let out a laugh that reverberated through your soul.

"You humans can never bore me," he mumbled, nudging you gently with his clawed finger. You let out a flustered laugh of your own at the indirect compliment.

So, you spent the rest of your afternoon talking to Kaos on your existence. He asked you all about your hobbies and even went deeper on why you enjoyed them.

The sun slowly went down the horizon and painted the sky in an array of colours. Even though the sky looked absolutely beautiful, it was nothing compared to the soft pink glow reflecting off of his earthly green skin. How can something so dangerous look so pure?

"I do not understand how you assumed you would bore me," he whispered, craning his neck to look at you again. You looked down in overwhelming embarrassment.

This magnificent creature paid attention to whatever you said. You were sure that the tale of your boring and tedious life would cast a sleeping spell on him, but he was alert the entire time. How could he care so much about a simple human like you?

"I mean, probably compared to your tales, mines dull in comparison," you said brushing him off. He shook his head at you with a small smile stretching up his snout. The pink light reflected off his teeth making them shine like freshly buffed jewels.

"My tales consist of me living in a cave and sleeping. And a few of me flying around in the air. I think the most interesting thing that has happened was a tiny bird attacking me." A small giggle escaped your mouth before you could stop it. The thought of Kaos' face as the bird attacked him was just too humorous .

"Apologies," you said, trying to stop your laughter. A playful smirk painted onto Kaos' face as he stared at you through his peripheral.

"It's fine. I can laugh it off now. The little rascal was angry because the wind from my wings caused him to stumble through the air. It really was a shame that he had sharp talons," he grumbled with his lips pouted. You didn't know it was possible for a dragon to pout, but now that you did, you could put it down as one of your weaknesses.

He reached one of his paws up and rubbed at the scar going down his snout. Wait a minute…was that scar…and the bird?

You didn't mean to laugh as hard as you did. By the way Kaos jumped at you sound, told you that he wasn't expecting the laughter. The giant green tail stood at attention for a few seconds before falling back down.

You took a deep breath to calm yourself, but a few giggles still managed to escape past your lips. Even though the laughter was unexpected, it still left you with this happy fuzzy feeling that seemed to be spreading throughout your body.

"I'm sorry, sir," you giggled softly. You uncrossed your legs and let your body fall softly onto the cool grass. The sun had almost completely disappeared under the horizon, but it barely registered in your head. "My mind came up with this hypothesis that it was… simply a bird that caused that scar on your face."

His paw lifted up again and ran against the scar. He seemed to be careful of the claws on his fingers and used more of the soft pads.

"Sadly, you hypothesize true," he grumbled tilting his head away from you. You don't think he took into how much space he occupied, because even with his head turned, you saw a good portion of his face. And you almost didn't believe your eyes when a slight purple hue began to spread onto his cheeks.

"A bird did that to you!" You exclaimed in disbelief. Kaos nodded his head in embarrassment before trying to hide his face under his folded arms. The purple colour darkened due to his confession and trailed down to the top of his neck. The scales in that area were a lot thicker, so it covered up the spreading colour more.

"I didn't want to hurt the tiny creature, so I tried my best to blow a little air on him to get me to leave me alone. Next thing I know, one of his talons is heading straight towards me." A small puff of air escaped from his lips from his light laughter. It was a good thing that he could laugh about this now.

The moon light filtered through the clouds in small sprays of spotlights. One appeared over Kaos, highlighting his warm green scales in a soft blue light. Seeing him in this new lighting made him feel more real. You've always held him on a pedestal, but he's just an average… dragon.

"Human," he purred out, turning his head towards you. He was so close to you that you could feel his warm breath fanning against your cool skin. It felt so nice and safe to be here. Quite ironic how you felt this way while being surrounded by such a majestic and powerful creature. "It should be close to your time of rest. Is it not?"

Your eyes glanced up at the moon rising even higher into the sky. However, your eyes preferred to look into the midnight black eyes of Kaos. Their radiance shined brighter than any star or moon in the sky.

The corner of his mouth lifted up. He pressed the tip of his nose into your foot. The nudge was so light and careful, but the playfulness was present.

"Go home. Please, rest." How could you resist him when he looked at you like that? The scales around his mouth slowly glistening from being pushed along with his hooded eyes

You had to push down the desire to throw a tantrum and wrap your arms around Kaos and beg for him to stay. You are not a child. You just need to be mature about this.

Silently, you reached over and pushed your borrowed book into your bag. A few of the pages' edges were wrinkle due to the powerful wind from Kaos' wings. Even though you were still there with him, it felt nice that there was something you could remember this meeting by.

"It was nice of you to entertain me for the evening. Thank you so much, Kaos," you whispered staring down at the ground. His body shifted around until he was facing you.

"You do plan on visiting me again tomorrow, right?" You couldn't help the shock expression that came onto your face. This moment truly felt like a dream and he would allow you to indulge in it for longer. "I have many sun and moon passings to make up for."

You couldn't stop the smile coming onto your face. Nothing but pure happiness flowed fervently through your veins. Good thing the darkness covered your current state, seeing as you could feel the heat rushing to the tip of your ears and across your face.

He lowered his head a little and nudged your stomach with his nose. A laugh escaped out of you at his actions. "You are tempting me to converse more with you. Go now, human. When you return when the sun rises, I will be right here."

You nodded while taking a step back. You began your quick journey back into the town. It was barely visible now since most of the candle lights were now out in their houses.

Before reaching the edge, you spun around towards the clearing. Standing at full height with his wings lightly beating in the silver moonlight was the magnificent Kaos. But even with the distance, you felt a little closer to him.

You gave a parting wave before running back into town. The sound of your feet hitting the rocky pavement was the only sound around.

Although, you barely notice as you let the full smile come onto your face. A few victorious jumps may have happened, but the only witness was the moon and calm spirits of night. For nothing could ruin this joyous moment for you.

"Wait a minute. Brandon's mom!"

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I'm so happy about this story. I've always wanted to write about a dragon and I did it. It may have took me almost a year to finish it, but here it is. I'm kind of proud of how this came out.

Thank you so much for reading. Please leave a like and comment about anything. I love to read comments. I hope you enjoy the rest of your day.💜💜💜

[george-fabian-weasley]

Hello lovely, congratulations once again🥰🥰 Can i pls have a ship? 🥺👉👈 i'm a Hufflepuff, i like swimming, dancing and singing, although i study public policy lol (kinda political sciences); i like reading although i haven't read much lately (thanks uni). I'm very emotional and passionate, i never shut up, i'm very protective over my friends and i struggle a lot with mental health, also i'm a hugeeee procrastinator. I like cooking, i'm trying to go vegan again and i curse a lot, lol. 🥰🥰

HEY ALYSSA BBY THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR JOININGGG

I ship you with Blaise Zabini!

okay hear me out

I am a sucker for SlytherPuff couples and i feel like you two are peRFECT

once upon a time.... Ok im kidding it all started when Blaise caught you singing alone at night

he was patrolling as he was a prefect (cmon this dude hAS to be a prefect look at him) and he accidentally saw you singing in one of the empty classrooms

Now, Blaise isn't familliar with love at first sight since *cough*his mom*cough* but there was a tingly feeling on his chest as he watched you singing your heart out (you must've forgotten the 'muffliato' charm)

He recognized you as you two shared classes occasionally, he only knew your name, Alyssa.

You didn't notice him at all actually, he didn't come forward to reprimand you or anything, he just watched from afar, admiring your voice.

Starting from there, Blaise noticed you everywhere

You would be in class laughing at your friends and he would look at you, his heart went badump badump at your sight

Or reading at the fountain with your hair almost covering your face as your head was so down low to the book you had on your lap, he would have stared at you for hours if it wasn't for Crabbe and Goyle shoving him to move quick

Boi wasn't familliar of these feelings at all, so he was very confused as of why his heart decided to beat faster whenever you smile or laugh with your Hufflepuff friends

So he asked Pansy about it (because god forbid if he asked Draco, he would rather drown himself)

"So your heart beats faster whenever you see her?" Pansy asked, intrigued. It's not everyday Blaise would talk to her, let alone for something like this.

He nodded, furrowing his eyebrows, "Am I sick? Should I see Madam Pomfrey about it?" He asked, his voice concerned for himself despite his stoic expression (he's bad at expressing emotions let him live syaf).

Pansy chuckled, knowing immediately what's wrong with Blaise. "Maybe not Madam Pomfrey, perhaps go see the blood traitor Weasley Twins instead,"

He shot her a ridiculous look, "What? Why?"

Pansy rolled her eyes at him, he's so oblivious sometimes, "Because, Zabini, they're selling love potions."

Poor Blaise still didn't follow, "What does that had to do with anything?"

"Salazar Slytherin, Blaise," Pansy sighed out, annoyed now.

"You like that Hufflepuff girl. Romantically."

And Hell breaks loose for Blaise.

See, Blaise hates the idea of love, his mother proved that, so when Pansy said that, he didn't know how to react

Like, AT ALL

Pansy had to see him went through 7 stages of grief in 15 seconds

He stormed to his room so quick, slamming the door shut and that night he didn't sleep at all, he processed everything

EVERYTHING.

He had thought he's asexual; he had no interest in love or sex before

And then this Hufflepuff girl, Alyssa came into his life and he's in shambles trying to recognize himself again

He had avoided you ever since then, he didn't want to feel it again (poor boy lemme give u a hug)

Well, it worked until Draco (that slimy git) had pushed your friend, Hannah Abott to the ground for being in his way one day.

And oh boy, were you furious

"What was that bloody for, Malfoy?" You spat as you shoved him back, before glancing at Hannah who was helped by your other friends.

Blaise was surprised, normally when Draco pushed someone away, they would cower in fear for his father. But you; you didn't give a single fuck.

Draco narrowed his eyes at you, scoffing in disbelief, "You dare to push me? You filthy little mudblood!" He shouted at you.

You scoffed, "Learn to have some human decency, Malfoy. Wrinkles look bad on you."

A sudden snort interrupted Draco from hexing you.

It was Blaise, and he was trying so hard not to laugh. You looked at him in confusion; you never saw him smile before.... he has a nice smile.

"What are you laughing at, Zabini?" Draco sneered and Blaise rolled his eyes, his mood flattens down immediately by the platinum blonde, "Let's just go, Malfoy, class is starting soon." He said, glancing at you who had already looked at him.

There it is. Badump badump.

Draco huffed, "He'll hear about this for sure," and walked away, purposely shoves Blaise in the shoulder while on it. Blaise rolled his eyes at the childishness and turned to you, "You alright?"

That was the first time he ever talked to you.

You gave him a polite smile, "I had him earlier, you know. But thank you anyway," you said, suddenly got flustered as Blaise returned the smile.

He scoffed in amusement, "I know you did, but then again it wouldn't hurt to save someone from getting hexed at."

You rolled your eyes playfully, "If he hexed me, I would simply hex him back, so don't you worry."

A lingering smile on his lips, amused by your fiery personality. His mind was screaming to get away from you, but his heart had made him stayed put, stayed close to you.

"Say, are you free this weekend?" He suddenly asked, a sudden confidence was surging through him.

You shrugged, "Depends on what activity, why?" You never realized this but Blaise was quite... Handsome.

"I'm taking you to Hogsmeade, heard there's a new dessert at Three Broomsticks." He said smoothly, slowly Blaise took a liking at the fast heartbeat his heart made.

You smiled, shocked at the sudden confidence the boy in front of you had.

"Saturday, 8 am. I'll wait you at Zonko's." Was all you said as you turned around and left, leaving him speechless.

And that was the start of your beautiful relationship with Blaise Zabini.

He was a complete gentleman, smiling at you who was shocked, he arrived there sooner than you.

The Hogsmeade date was a complete success, you had shared the said dessert with him; only to find out later on he doesn't like dessert at all, but tried one anyway because it's with you

He was stoic and had difficulties to express his feelings through facial expression, but when he's with you; it became easier.

You're passionate at the things you love to do, and he loves hearing you talk about it, your eyes twinkled so much he wished he could store the twinkles for himself

That day Blaise smiled for the whole day (creeping out Draco, Crabbe, Goyle and Theo, although Pansy only smiled)

You would sing him to sleep whenever he sneaked into the Hufflepuff dorms to see you, and he loves to hear it.

"I've actually liked you even before I asked you to Hogsmeade," "Oh really? What have I done?" "I caught you singing at night one day, and my heart started to beat faster. I didn't understand what it was then, but Parkinson told me I like you." "Well, do you?" "Darling, I like you more than I like my friends." "Good to know, because I like you too."

The first time he realized he loves you was 2 weeks after that, you two had spent time a lot together, and he had never shared so much information of himself to others before.

You made him feel safe.

You made him feel loved, he barely had that since his mother is too busy finding a new husband

You taught him that love is indeed real, and love is indeed beautiful

And that's why he loves you.

To him, you are love.

JOIN MY SLEEPOVER!

[i-need-entertainment]

Sweet Home Hyogo: Chapter 5 Perhaps this wasn’t the...best of ideas...

Chapter 4-Chapter 6

‘Soy sauce…soy sauce…where is the freaking soy sauce!’ Y/n chanted in her mind as she scoured the grocery store shelves looking for the ingredient. Earlier that morning her mother had sent her to the store for more soy sauce, since they had run out and Mrs. L/n needed more for dinner that night. ‘Ah ha! Yes!’ Y/n smiled in accomplishment as she turned around only to bump into someone.

“Oh- I’m sorry, I didn- Y/n?” Y/n looked up to see “Aran?!” Y/n squealed in delight as she tightly hugged the now professional volleyball player. “What are you doing here?” he asked as he released her from the tight hug. Y/n sheepishly smiled, “Oh don’t tell me yer still tryin’ to divorce em?!” Y/n nervously laughed as Aran sighed, shaking his head. “Yer unbelievable sometimes, ya know that?” Y/n sighed and nodded her head. “I know, I know five years is a long time-“ Aran scoffed “I’d say, and after all this time, ya only come back for that huh?” 

Y/n would have felt worse if it wasn’t for the joking smirk on his face. Y/n rolled her eyes and playfully punched his arm. “I’m sorry I didn’t come sooner.” Aran gave a firm nod, “Good, then to make it up to us, ya can come out to the bar tonight. Volleyballs on break right now, so the teams gonna have a reunion tonight. You should come! I know they’re all dyin’ to see you!” Y/n looked away in thought, “I don’t know…I don’t want to intrude-“ “Y/n.” She looked up in surprise to see a sincere smile on his face, “You know you won’t be, besides, ya were manager, so yer a part of the team we’re celebrating.” 

Y/n smiled again, “Okay then, I’ll be there. Well, I need to get this home to my mom before she throws a fit. I’ll see you later Aran.” He responded with a ‘see ya!’ before the two went their separate ways. Y/n finished up at the grocery store before going home.

*Timeskip to that night*

Y/n stepped out of her mother’s car, thanking her for the ride as she closed the door and walked to the small bar. As soon as she opened the door she was met with 7 smiling faces, and 1 slightly shocked one. “Hey guys…” It was quiet before one loud “Y/N!” was heard before three of the boys practically threw themselves at the young female, grasping her in a tight embrace while she laughed. Omimi shook his head while Akagi rolled his eyes, prying the three ex-second years (The twins and Ginjima were the three of course) off of Y/n before giving her his own bone-crushing hug. 

Kita watched with amusement as he slowly sipped his beer, watching the fun scene with Aran as the two sat back and watched what would soon, no doubt, be chaos. “WHY THE HECK DIDJA WAIT 5 WHOLE YEARS TO VISIT!?!?” Atsumu practically yelled as he shook her shoulders, before being slapped upside the head by his twin. “You idiot. Didja forget the whole….thing?” Atsumu sneered at Osamu. “Of course not ‘Samu, who do ya take me for, an idiot?” Osamu looked at his ‘other half’ before nodding. Atsumu grabbed a fistful of his twins shirt before he was being tugged back by Ginjima and Osamu was being tugged back by Aran. 

“Oh no ya don’t. Not tonight.” Aran said as he released the “calmer” twin before returning back to his seat, muttering something about being ‘too old for this’ before he took another swig of his beer, Kita was quietly laughing beside him. The sound struck a chord in Y/n, taking her back to when she could make him laugh like that…back to when he would do the same to her…Shaking her head clear of the memories threatening to cloud her mind she walked over to the bar, ordering a nice, strong drink as she joined the boys at a table. Let the festivities begin~

**QUICK PSA: I DO NOT CONDONE OR PROMOTE DRINKING/GETTING DRUNK, IN FACT, I FEEL THE OPPOSITE! IT IS NOT A GOOD IDEA, NOR IS IT WORTH IT TO ‘HAVE FUN’. YES, IT IS IN THIS STORY, BUT REMEMBER THIS IS A WORK OF F I C T I O N, WHERE THE MOST DEVASTATING THING HAPPENING IS BREAKING CHARACTER’S HEARTS. IN REALITY DRINKING UNRESPONSIBLY, SPECIFICALLY BINGE DRINKING IS A TERRIBLE IDEA AND CAN LEAD TO PERMANENT AND FATAL CONSEQUENCES. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE BE CAREFUL. GO OUT WITH PEOPLE YOU TRUST, WATCH YOUR DRINK CAREFULLY AND PLEASE BE RESPONSIBLE!!! END OF QUICK PSA**

Forgetting how low her alcohol endurance actually was, Y/n was now a little bit ~tipsy~ as she had put it, adamantly refusing she was drunk. Even if it was blatantly obvious in the way she was slurring her words and stumbling a little bit. She giggled as she collided with Kita’s chest, sending a light blush to his face as she turned and wrapped her arms around his neck, leaning her head against his chest. It was almost a nice moment, almost cute even. “I really hate you.” 

Unfortunately, this is not that kind of story <3. Kita’s face went deadpan as he looked down at her, adjusting her so her arm was around his neck and she was somewhat stable by his side. “I think its time I get ya home.” Y/n whined in protest, trying to break free of his grasp although her efforts were in vain, as he was a fair bit stronger than her. He announced his departure to the rest of the team, well what of the team was still standing anyway. The twins had long passed out after seeing who was the ‘stronger twin’ by seeing how many shots they could take. 

Turns out, it was not many, and it also turns out they had the same tolerance, since they both dropped at 10. Suna was grateful for the pictures though. 

Akagi, Aran, Omimi and Ginjima were now playing pool and Suna was “watching” the twins. Kita led Y/n outside to his truck, or tried to before she ripped herself free from his grasp. “Y/n-“ “Don’t *hic* you ‘Y/n’ me. Shin*hic*Shinsuke!” Kita’s once calm expression showed a hint of frustration as he tried to get her to actually enter the vehicle. “Y/n, c’mon, let’s get you home. Yer drunk.” Y/n groaned in frustration as she continued swatting his hands away. “NO. It’s always *hic* about what youu want. You-You never think about *hic* what I want.” Kita rolled his eyes as he looked at her in disbelief. “What I want? Since when?” 

Even inebriated Y/n was shocked at the tone her husband used. Kita was very level-headed, and he very rarely let his frustration turn to anger or get out of control. But he was only human, and a human can only take so much before the frustration and stress overflow, bubbling and transforming into another emotion. Anger. “Since when Y/n? Since I didn’t wanna get divorced from my wife? Since I didn’t wanna leave our home-town cause we already had a life here? Since I haven’t spent the last five years off doin’ who knows what while everyone I love is left in shambles? Tell me Y/n. Tell me how I am the selfish one here.” 

Y/n turned to face him, speechless. Her mouth open but no words coming out. “You think I wanted to go?! I felt suffocated Shinsuke! I felt like I was- Like I was drowning. I wanted- no. I needed an escape. I didn’t want to hurt anyone, but what else could I do-“ “You could have stayed!” She was once again taken back by the louder tone he had used, she was equally disturbed by the tears she saw threatening to spill. Tears she knew she was responsible for putting there. “I-I’m sorry Shinsuke. But I couldn’t have. Not here, not….not with you…it just hurt too much…” 

Kita ignored the pain in his heart as he sighed, shaking his head and leading Y/n to his truck, opening her door and helping her in before closing it and going to the driver’s side door. As soon as the engine turned on, he looked to the side to see Y/n had…passed out. He shook his head as he started driving to Y/n’s parents’ house, using the ride as time to reflect on his life a bit. He loved Y/n, he always did, still does and probably always will. But she said it herself, she just didn’t love him. Her heart belonged to another, and he needed to accept that. 

He pulled into her drive way and hopped out of his truck, walking over to the passenger’s side door and opening it. As he went to pick Y/n up however, he happened to notice the yellow folder sticking out of her purse. The darned yellow folder he’d been fighting with for the past five years. Ignoring it he picked Y/n up in his arms and carried her into her house, greeting her parents and setting her on her bed. 

He then saw the photo she still had on her nightstand, the picture of her graduation, the same day he had proposed. He closed his eyes as he regained his composure, turning off her light he gave her a quick and soft peck on her forehead before exiting her room, saying his goodbyes to his in-laws and going back home. Looks like it’s time to move on afterall…

[mochiyoonfi]

The Stone Statue (RM)

Warnings:  Completly Soft Word Count: 2.4k

A/N: I’m so sorry Namjoon??? This is late by two days, and it’s just so short? I tried to make it an original concept? Let me know if you’d like this to be continued!

Happy Birthday Namjoon! You’re my universe, My tear, my fear. Honestly, you’re my life. Borahae.

-✥-

It had been there since before you could remember, the beautiful statue. You grew up going down to the beach with your friends. While they splashed each other with water or made sandcastles, you sat next to the statue.

Something about being near it felt right. Other people found it creepy, or depressing. He sat cross legged on the rocks, at high tide the water would lap at his feet, daring to erode the stone that he was made of. But still, after years, he had not eroded. He still sat in the same position, his eyes still trained on the horizon.

The look on his face was quite possibly the only, and the most, disturbing thing about him. A small smile was painted on his face, while his eyes told of a more tragic story. They were fixed on the horizon, hope glinting in them. However, they seemed full of despair.

Frequently at high tide, water would splash up in droplets, rolling down his face. As if he were crying.

Townsfolk joked that he was your best friend, which was all but inaccurate. At first, other kids didn’t want to play with you because you were ‘the weirdo who loves the statue’. Over time, others came to regard it as just a sentimentally valued place for you.

The night when your father got diagnosed with cancer, you spent the next few hours sobbing next to the statue. It calmed you. Told you things would be alright, even if they weren’t.

When your brother died in a car crash, just weeks after your dad had been announced cancer free, you were next to the statue.

It gave you the feeling that someone was watching you. Not in a creepy way, but as if they were a guardian angel. A gift from above.

At the age of nineteen, you were finally getting ready to leave your beloved town. And the beloved statue. You were going to ask your boyfriend of a year to come with you, to make a new life in a new city.

He was waiting by the grassy hilltop, overlooking the town and the beach, the stone statue still in sight.

“Jungkook!”

He turned to you, smiling tiredly. His eyes were rimmed from lack of sleep. One glance told you he wasn’t okay.

“Jungkook… What's wrong?”

He heaved himself onto a wood stump, running his fingers through his long, unkempt hair.

“Y/n, I’m going to have to move.”

Your heart thumped.

Maybe this was finally the moment to tell him you were planning to move.

“Jungkook I-”

“Y/n, let's break up.” He interrupted.

Your mouth fell open. “J-Jungkook it’s a joke right?”

He shook his head, face showing slight sorrow, but guilt overwhelmed his toned features. “Y/n, I’m going to become an idol. I’m moving to the capital, I’ll be a famous singer one day.”

“I know you will be Jungkook.” You breathed. “Why do we have to break up?”

He threw his arms over the sweeping sand planes of the beach. “I have to leave this town behind me.”

“Why.” You said quietly, but you had already known the answer days ago.

His eyes raked your face, searching for an emotion he couldn’t find.

Were you even upset? Or had he shattered your heart so bad you couldn’t even display emotions?

“I need a new life. I need to only focus on my singing. I need to be the best Y/n. I can’t be the best with you…”

His voice trailed off, but now you wouldn’t let it go. “With me what?”

“With you slowing me down.”

You smiled sadly. “Jungkook, if that’s what you believe, then okay.”

His doe eyes shot up to you. Your face, painfully smiling. You wished you could stop smiling, but it was forced onto your face.

“Is it what you believe?”

Jungkook’s normally loud and bold voice was now quiet.

“No. I’m in love with you. I don’t want this to be goodbye.”

“It’s goodbye, Y/n.”

You nodded. There was nothing else you could do. “Goodbye, Jungkook.”

He began to walk away, his lanky figure walking away from you, and your life. Then he turned back. Hope lit up your eyes. “I’ll move my stuff from your apartment and I’ll be gone before you’re back.”

“What should I do in the meantime?”

It was a stupid question. But if it meant you could spend another second with a Jungkook, hear his voice again.

“Go sit with the statue.”

You weren’t surprised. You had spent a considerable amount of time talking to him about how being next to the statue made you feel better. It was probably a weird thing to talk about, for both you and the other person. But it was a topic that always set your heart at peace.

“I’ll miss you Jungkook.”

He didn’t say anything back. And as he walked down the hill, feet brushing lightly over the flat, green grass, you realised that you would never hear his voice again. You would never hear him sing again. Something you had thought of- still thought, was one of the highlights of your life.

Sweet honey, the music that played in your soul. It was now gone.

The world seemed a lot quieter.

-✥-

Waves lapped at your toes. Soon the tide would rise too high and you wouldn’t be able to sit there, with the statue.

You opened your phone up. Your lockscreen was still Jungkook. You opened it thoughtlessly, mechanically pressing the passcode, Jungkook and your anniversary date, and ignoring the background of the both of you together.

You had tickets booked already. You had decided on your dream country: Australia. You couldn’t wait to learn more about the unique culture of the Aboriginals, the prawns Australians insisted were to be cooked on the barbecue, and of course the adorable and deadly animals native to there.Two tickets. You had booked two tickets. One for you. One for Jungkook. Now you didn’t need the second ticket.You rested your head in your hands, finally letting tears fall.Your life was in shambles. Jungkook… he was gone. Forever.Light flashed over the sky. 

Your eyes shot up, watching the glittering star burn out as it reach the atmosphere. Tears rolled continuously from your eyes.Feeling water lap at your feet, you got up to leave, ready to part from the statue. It was finally time to say your goodbyes to the statue. You leaned over, lips landing on the forehead of the statue. You blinked. It was surprisingly warm. Warmer than a statue should be.

Confused, you pressed your lips again his stone ones, eyes open in surprise. Slowly, you felt the statues lips warming, fleshing out. Your eyes opened wider, mouth dropping open as you stumbled back, feet splashing in the water, eventually falling onto a flat rock, water washing over you. 

The statue was melting into life right in front of your own eyes. The statue blinked, skin a tan colour, dark eyes shining with emotion. He looked down at you. “Where am I?” He asked, voice mellow.“I-I... you’re alive!” 

You couldn’t hold back the surprise in your voice. He raised an eyebrow. “Of course I am. What else would I be?” 

“Y-y-you’re a statue.” A frown came over the man's lips. His eyes tilted down in confusion. “I’m not a statue. I’m a human being.”

 You shook your head, reluctant to dampen his mood, but you knew you would feel guilty if you ignored the words on the tip of your tongue. “You’ve been here— as a statue, since before I could remember.” The man paled. “How old are you?” “19.” 

His head dropped into his hands. The sinking feeling in your stomach was too large to ignore now. “How old are you?” 

His voice came out hollow. “21. It’s..not 2014 anymore?” You shook your head. “It’s 2034…” 

He let out a large cry. “I’ve been asleep for 20 years? How didn’t anyone know? What happened to my mum? My dad? What about my girlfriend?”

 “The townspeople say that you just showed up out of the blue. They think that someone made the statue— I mean you, and left it there.”

“But I’m a human.”

You nodded. “I understand that. How did this even happen? Do you remember anything?” He looked across at the ocean, the sparkling water and glittering stars hovering above the water. “I remember crying. I felt so alone. The world had completely darkened around me and I hadn’t even noticed it happen. I wanted to stop and just… just stop.” 

You held your hand up, signalling him to stop speaking. He looked quizzically at you. “I’ve been there. I’m there right now. My boyfriend just left me and I don’t even know what to do with my life anymore. But being near you makes me feel calmer.” Your eyes met, your eyes reflected in his own dark, meaningful irises.He blinked. “Really? I don’t even know your name.. and you don’t know mine.”

 You smiled, eyes furiously trying to forget the tears of just seconds ago. “We can take time to know each other. I just… I feel intrigued. When I was growing up, I would always come to you.”

 “T-to me?” He repeated.

You nodded. “I would sit by you when you were a statue. I don’t know what it was about you, but something about you drew me to you. I.. I just want to get to know you. Even if it takes us weeks.” “Namjoon.” He said, extending his hand to you. 

You clasped it, surprised at the warmth from the person who had only minutes ago been made of stone. “Y/n.” Namjoon smiled warmly at you, the warmth in his smile radiating at the same temperature as his hand. He had really cute dimples, you noticed.

“What are you going to do now?” You asked.

 He grinned. “I don’t know. I can only remember people, not things. I remember having a girlfriend. I remember having a mum and a dad, maybe even a sister. But I can’t remember talking to them, can remember what they looked like. I don’t even know if my girlfriend was still dating me at the time of when… of when I fell asleep.” “So you don’t remember why you were sad?” 

He shook his head. “I just remember feeling sad. Feeling like maybe I’d never feel happy again.” You let out a sigh and stretched your feet out, ignoring the cool of your water soaked shoes.

 “I feel like that too.”

 “I thought you said you felt better with me?” You gave a curt nod in response, but realising he expected more of an answer you took a breath. “I feel calm with you. But I just don’t know if I’ll be ever so happy again. I don’t know if the world was too much more different when you were growing up, but it just feels like everyone is judging me. Like society has placed a value on me as a human being before I could even prove that I was something more than just another face in the crowd. No one cares about what I like, what I go through and they don’t even care who I am.”

Namjoon paused. “I think I care.” You raised an eyebrow. “You think?” 

He nodded quickly, eyes full of earnest. “I don’t know you very well—in fact not at all. But I think I like you anyway. You… you seem like a nice person.” A giggle escaped your lips before you could suppress it. “Thanks. You seem to be a nice person as well.” “I think I was alone before I turned to stone. Well, maybe not physically, but in all honesty, I don’t think there was anyone I could say I would’ve turned to with problems.”

 “You’re alone right now.” You pointed out. A smiled washed over his face and he gripped your hand strongly, not so it hurt, but as a sign of friendship. “I’ve got you now.” 

jjj As the both of you walked back to your apartment, hand in hand, you turned to him once again. “Namjoon?” He looked down to you, sweet smile never truely leaving his lips.

“Yeah Y/n?”

“Why do you think you were turned to stone?” Eyes trailing to the star patterned sky, he reached out his free hand, holding it up like an artist would. “The shooting star I saw tonight, you saw one too right?”

“Namjoon, a shooting star can't cause someone to turn to stone.” You said it like it was a fact, but even you could hear the slight disbelief and eager in your tone. “Shooting stars aren’t even shooting stars. They’re just space debris, maybe an asteroid, entering our tarnished planets ozone layer. The heat burns it and projects the light you see; a shooting star.” You nodded deftly. For a second, Namjoon’s dimples left his cheeks for the first time that night. “It’s kind of poetic, don't you think? The star was fine until it entered the space of our world. It’s our world that always destroys things. And even if we try our hardest, we’ll never be able to fix everything that we break.”

“We can still try, right?” He leaned into you, your height difference meaning he leant on your head, but that was okay. You leant into his side and continued to listen. 

“I don’t think we can fix everything. Even if we try our hardest. There will always be scars from the foresaken past.” You were at your doorstep now, and Namjoon looked reluctant to enter your apartment. His chivalrous courtesy didn’t matter however, you weren’t going to leave him outside in the cold night air.

 “Namjoon, you’re my only friend.” You stated. “And I trust you.” You blinked slowly as his body crashed into yours, leaving you wordless for a moment. Namjoon’s muscular arms wrapped around your back, pulling you tight against him. 

Tears streamed out your eyes.  He was there for you. And you would be there for him.  That’s a promise.  “Thank you, Y/n.” 

Words caught in your throat. How could you thank him? What would be enough? What words could you use to thank him, even when he wasn’t trying, for being the best person and easily the brightest shining light in your life.

“I’m glad the universe has you, Namjoon.” 

[chemicalmagecraft]

Foresight is 20/20 Chapter 15

Usagi

"I'm tellin' ya, boss, it was some kinda monster," the now one-armed bandit explained to his leader as another bandit bandaged his bleeding stump. "It did... something to Koji, and he turned into some sorta zombie."

"And did either of those monsters rip off your arm?" the red-haired woman asked impassively. Ah yes, she would do nicely. Her body was compatible enough with my power that I wouldn't have to worry about replacing it for a while and she appeared to be an awful human being, so I wouldn't have any guilt from ending her life. Despite her looks she was probably not an Uzumaki, so I had no reason to worry about that, either. I was currently in the process of extending a light telepathic touch into all the minds present, sorting through their memories to find a way to possess her, as well as stealing what procedural memories of theirs that I found useful.

He shook his head, a fearful look in his eye. Perhaps I was a bit too harsh on him... "No, Koji bit me. I ran, and..." He shuddered. "My arm... it went numb, and the same weird markings that appeared where the... thing... touched Koji started to appear on my arm. I... I didn't risk it."

"Wise," the bandit leader said. He smiled weakly at her.

An then buried one of her knives in his gut. "Don't take any risks," she murmured into his ear as he breathed his last. That poor, sweet fool. Well, not sweet. If there was any word that could describe her less, I had yet to find it from my delving into her or her subordinates' minds. My point, though, is that a zombie is much harder to kill than a normal man. The red markings sprouted from his good arm, and with inhuman speed the freshly-made monster sank its new claws into the man who was bandaging it just moments ago. The woman snarled as the markings spread across both zombies. She managed to decapitate the original, but my second zombie evaded her blade and shambled toward another bandit, which it bit.

Long story short, I let a few of the bandits survive but my small-scale zombie apocalypse led to the deaths of most of the scofflaws.

The leader of what was now considerably fewer bandits slammed her fist on the wall in rage as she surveyed the corpses left behind. "Damn," she growled as they dissolved into red dust. "At least they won't be coming back..."

"You do care, boss!" one of the survivors cheered.

"I don't care one bit about you idiots and if I hadn't just lost most of my men I'd have killed you for that moronic comment," she said coldly. She meant it, too. "We need to recruit, and that means we need more money. Secure the base, we can't leave anyone on guard." If I had a mouth, I'd have smiled. I needed the practice, after all. Their hideout was an abandoned mine, secluded and buried in a mountain. Not to mention the gold stored within, even if I would want to give some back to the villages they were stealing from. And they were leaving it for me. How thoughtful.

kukukuku~

"Are you sure you want to do that?" Neji asked me.

I shrugged and licked my lips. "Not gonna get any better at fighting by going easy," I said.

"Yeah, but you pretty much need your powers to take me down if I activate Furnace." Neji's pseudo-jinchuriki power. We started calling it Furnace because with how unique it was it pretty much deserved a unique name. Technically, his red chakra reserves were abysmal. However, we found out that whenever he exerted himself he could activate it to essentially let himself generate more, though he'd only keep it for so long when not exerting himself.

End result, his power steadily grew the longer he fought. He also gained power each time he hit or was hit. It had a few limitations and placed strain on his body the more he used it, but as far as I knew he could theoretically fight a biju if he built up enough, maybe even Kaguya. That'd probably kill him at the moment, though. And from what it seemed, it was hard for him to use it for more than just brute force. Though that might just have been from how he could only keep it active for small intervals at a time before it started eating away at his health prevented him from training his control over it much...

"And how else am I supposed to change that?" I asked. I got into my stance. "Let's do this before I change my mind."

His eyes turned red, with a white slit pupil because of his Byakugan. "Your funeral..."

A few moments later...

"Owwwww," I groaned. "My... pride..."

"I didn't even get warmed up at all," Neji smugly remarked from where he was sitting on my spine, pinning me. I didn't ask him to get up because I was sucking off the last dregs of his red chakra. For whatever reason I couldn't assimilate Furnace, but I could still steal Neji's red chakra to heal myself and stuff.

"You okay, dude?" I asked.

"As I said, I barely got warmed up. My body is fine." After he activated Furnace for the first time, he'd ended up bedridden for an hour because of the strain it put on his body. When he started to test it, he pretended he was fine even though he kept using it past his limits. He ended up too sick to stand for weeks. It was actually around that time that he managed to figure out natural energy manipulation, probably because he was stuck in bed and bored out of his mind for so long. "I probably should let myself cool down for a bit, but I'm assuming you'll want to fight me without Furnace anyways."

I snorted. "Jerk. And here I was worried about you."

He got up. He had an amused smile. "Let's go another round, then."

kukukuku~

"I'm sore," I complained as we walked through the halls.

"You hit me a few times," Neji dismissed.

"You hit me more..."

"And whose fault was that?" I rolled my eyes and lightly punched him on the shoulder. He sage-flicked me. I was about to retort, but I felt a familiar signature when I opened up my senses, so...

"Is that Ino?" I asked, jerking my head in the direction of the compound's main entrance. I knew this was going to happen for a while. I'd been keeping tabs on her in a totally not creepy way because if it. I was also keeping tabs on Sakura, but that was more to see what the effects of that strange power were on her body. She accidentally ripped a door off its hinges more than once, which would've been pretty hilarious if it weren't for the angst it was giving her...

"That feels like her. I wonder why she's here." He used his Byakugan for a moment. I pulled out a compact mirror I'd made to be compatible with my scrying jutsu and looked at her as well. "Does she have a flower?" She was walking up to the door with a flower in her hand, yes.

I sighed. "I'm not good with flowers, but I'm pretty sure that's a forget-me-not. Pretty sure she's here for me, I'll go deal with her."

Neji insisted on hiding in the background while I greeted Ino, because she wasn't exactly subtle about her childish crush. I really hoped I wouldn't lose her as a friend, though... Just in case, I used my power to try to find the best path forward. I really hoped my life wouldn't become some sort of anti-dating simulator...

I opened the door. "Ino. Why are you here and holding a flower that symbolizes true love?" I'd learned some hanakotoba from her and some other sources, but to be honest I just knew it from looking ahead in the script.

She smiled and held it out to me. "I came to confess my true love to you, Kouki."

I took a deep breath, trying very, very hard not to sigh. "Ino, no offense, I love you like a friend, but we are both four years old and you have no idea what true love is."

That confused her. "But... you saved me?"

Why do romance stories have to be so romanticized?

Don't... don't answer that...

"I'm your friend. Of course I saved you. But I don't love you like that and you don't love me like that because as I just said, we're both children."

She lowered the flower. This was a little harsh, but she needed to hear it. "Oh. Yeah. I guess I look stupid to you now, huh?"

I shrugged. "To be fair, you have a level of wisdom appropriate to our age. It just so happens that being wise as a four-year-old is an outlier."

"What?"

I poked her in the forehead. "You're a kid. You're allowed to be stupid, as long as you're not being too big of a jerk."

She thought about that for a moment. "So... you're not mad at me or anything?"

"You're my friend. Of course not." I smiled. It probably wasn't the best smile, but at least Ino didn't run in terror... "Hey, if you want, I can show you a really cool jutsu."

She nodded. "Sure!" As I walked past, I gave Neji a smug grin when I saw his jaw on the floor. I'm sure he was expecting some kind of awkwardness.

To be fair, so was I.

kukukuku~

Chikage

Sarutobi Hiruzen sighed as he returned to his room after a long day of paperwork. Even with a shadow clone, it was just so slow. Seriously, I was so bored, and I was just watching over his shoulder! I can't even imagine having to do paperwork... He closed the door, locking it. "You're here, aren't you, Kouki?" Half right. Eh, I'll give it to him.

His shadow moved to be in front of him. "How perceptive of you," my voice seemed to come from the shadow. I couldn't exactly speak when my body was literally flat against the wall, but I could very much trick people's brains into thinking I could. My arm peeled off of the floor, keeping its pitch coloration. I raised my other arm, then used them to "pull" myself off of the floor, still in the form of a shadowy Hokage. I did a few stretches. "Man, staying in one shadow for hours kills my back, apparently. I don't even know how that works, considering the fact that I don't even have a form as a shadow..." I changed back to my humanoid form and licked my lips.

"I know that Kouki is responsible in some way, but what are you?" he asked me.

"Rude," I said, faux-offended. "You don't hear me asking you humans what you are. Though to be fair I already know."

He frowned. "You're like Kouki, but not quite. Who are you, then?"

"Did I really never tell you about me?" I paused and thought for a moment. "Or would it be better to ask if we never told you about me... I'm still not sure how pronouns work with our unique situation..."

"What, exactly, is the answer to my question?"

I shrugged. "I'm Kouki and Kouki is me. We're two halves of the same whole, at the moment."

"What are you..." He frowned and closed his eyes. "Red chakra?" he said when he opened them.

I nodded. "I've been purified of almost all of my humanity, the same as how Kouki's removed most of the red chakra from her- himself for the moment. He's weaker, I'm stronger, and because we're two separate entities we have independent thoughts and can be in two places at once, as you can tell. Sorta like a weird shadow clone, I guess. And we can recombine at any time." I sat down in midair. "Call me Chikage."

"I suppose that that makes sense... That sounds like a useful jutsu. Though why are you a girl?"

I examined my clawlike black nails. "Why not?"

"And I suppose that's also why you're wearing a frilly dress?"

"It's called gothic lolita, and the best thing about being made of chakra is the fact that I can more or less freely shapeshift. Now, sit down." I gestured behind him, where I'd pulled up a chair without him noticing. I also made an illusion that made both his chair and the air I was sitting on look like identical, ornate seats. "We have business to attend to."

"The Uchiha massacre, I assume?" I nodded. A table with a deck of fancy-looking cards "appeared" in between us. I really love genjutsu.

"In one year today Itachi will be forced to kill his entire clan, with the exception of his brother." I picked up the top card from the deck and flipped it over. The Tower. "And obviously we would prefer this not to happen." I reversed the position of the Tower. "But of course, there is a problem." I flipped over the next card, Judgement.

He sighed. It seemed he got my message. "The public is being turned turned against the Uchiha, which is in turn turning the Uchiha against the public. Until we stop that all we can do is delay the massacre..." I revealed the third card, The Devil, with Danzo as its subject. "Yes. Even though we haven't tipped our hands yet and he hopefully doesn't suspect us, Danzo is still fighting us."

"There are two paths that you can take to deal with him." I reversed the position of the Devil, causing the illustration's face to soften. "First, you could make him see the light, show him how much he's tearing the village apart to 'protect' it. Maybe you can do it because you used to be friends or something, but to be honest I doubt it, which leaves the second option." A black flame sparked from my finger, setting the Devil card ablaze. It disappeared without a trace. "Either way, he needs to be neutralized. I take it he's good at covering his tracks, considering the fact that he's made an attempt on your life without retaliation?"

He nodded solemnly. "Of course. And I take it he'd use it as evidence of my 'senility' if I attempted to pin him on it without enough evidence?"

"My eyes don't show it, meaning there's no possibility of us attempting it. Probably, though." I cocked my head. "If I were to, I don't know, figure out a way to take other objects with me when I shadow travel and use that to steal all kinds of incriminating evidence, would that work?"

He nodded. "That would work. I'll proceed assuming you don't, with how that was a hypothetical, though."

I sighed. "Yeah, that's about right. If we fail, though, I have one last idea." I revealed The Hanged Man, reversed, with Uchiha Shisui modeling for mister four-legs. "If we stop Danzo's attack on Shisui, then he can use Kotoamatsukami on the Uchiha. It's not ideal, but hopefully it'll work."

"Yes, that sounds good. Unless there's anything else, you may leave."

I faded into the shadows, taking my illusions with me.

kukukuku~

Usagi

"Alright everyone!" one of the bandits shouted, waving a weapon. "You know the drill by now, your money is ours! Give it up easily and we won't kill you!" The townspeople were afraid, but they'd clearly been through this before.

"Will you really?" I asked, walking into the village. "You may find some trouble with that."

"Who are you?" the leader asked me.

"You would already know," I said as I strolled across the road to her, "had you not murdered my puppet."

"Ah, so you're the monster he talked about." She sneered at me and drew her daggers. "You killed my men."

"I did nothing of the sort," I retaliated. "I mutated them, controlled them. You were the ones who killed them."

"All the same, you'll die."

"To be honest I am not entirely sure I can die." I slowly removed my gloves from my hands and placed them in the bag under my cloak.

"I'll test it for you, then."

"You may be able to destroy this body, but my essence has already soaked your hideout. I believe I should be able to resurrect myself there, as it were."

The woman smiled a sadistic smile. "I'm fine killing you over and over again until it sticks." She lunged at me, daggers flashing. I yanked back my sleeve and used my bare arm to block. I wasn't going to be needing my arm much longer, but I wanted to preserve the cloak. Her daggers sank into the stone of my arm, as I had made it softer. I wanted the knives as well. I capitalized on the bandit leader's momentary confusion to take off my mask and jam it onto her face. The last thing she saw before her life ended was a glowing red pearl on the backside of the mask.

I retrieved my new knives from my old arm, then took my cloak for my new body. Luckily, my new body wasn't too much larger than my old one, so the cloak still fit well enough. Along with the cloak, I'd palmed the other blood pearl (the extra-compressed pearl-shaped demon gems I was using for my Usagi persona) from my old body, causing it to crumble back into dirt within moments of me putting the cloak back on. I took my bag from the dirt and shook it off.

"Boss?" one of the bandits asked. "You okay?"

I slowly reached up to my mask and grasped the bottom. It cracked at the mouth such that the entire bottom was smoothly removed. I stored the bottom back in my bag, though, just in case I should come to need it. With my new mouth and the bottom of my nose uncovered, I took a deep breath, as if my first in a century. "No, I do not believe she is," I said. "For one, her mind and soul have been wiped from this body."

"What the hell even are you!?" one of the bandits asked.

"To be perfectly honest I'm not quite sure. I do know one thing, though." With an organic body, I no longer had problems with agility. And in particular, this new body was trained for rapid movement. As such, the two bandits nearest me were bisected in a flash with red-glowing knives, as if a hot knife through butter. Their bodies dissolved into the same red dust that the other bandits' corpses had. "You are dead. Now, are the rest of you willing to fight, or will you run in terror?" They ran in terror. Wise.

"Who are you?" a villager cautiously asked me a few minutes after I sheathed my knives. The villagers were understandably quite afraid of me.

"My name is Usagi." With the bandits gone, I'd switched to a small, personable smile. "If you wait, I should be able to bring you the money those bandits took from you."

The villager bowed to me. "Thank you so much."

[inherbookishhead]

tell me a story, about the day Tentoo finds out about little Trouble.

So, here I am in the middle of revising my final draft of one of the angstiest chapters for my fic where those two are still trying to get it together when I get this ask into my inbox. What do I do? I personally - nothing, but my mind starts thinking about Little Trouble at least 3 or 4 stories before she might even be mentioned (if I ever get to that). And there goes my angsty mood :D

So here it is, dear Nonny, quite a quick off the top of my head story about THE day (okay, technically it spans over 2 days but still!)

The Day Tentoo Finds Out about Little Trouble.

Just like all life-changing days for the Doctor, this one began with the conversation about bananas. 

Their TARDIS landed on a lovely little yellow planet called H’voc that was currently sending a distress call to the whole galaxy. 

“H’vocians are a very authentic tribe,” the Doctor started explaining as they walked through the forest towards the source of the signal. “They live in harmony with nature and are extremely open to any guest that comes in but only if that guest bears a gift. In most cases, though, it ends up badly for them since whoever gives them anything shiny usually does nothing but trick them for resources, which, as you might expect, are plenty here. Typical. Although I love being able to come here again, I was sort of banned from H’voc for centuries back in our universe.”

Rose’s eyebrows shot in surprise. “What did you do?”

“Well, I didn’t know I had to make a gift, so when I met their tribe leader, I gave the only thing I had at hand - a banana, a very precious gift if you ask me.” He sighed and scrunched his face.  “How was I to know they were allergic to it? Long story short: they really didn’t like it. One might say, the incident caused complete havoc among them.” He gave her a goofy smile.

Rose laughed at him at first, then got really serious. 

“God, I’d kill for a banana right now. Why did you have to go and bring it up?” she complained, making her way through the branches. The Doctor regarded her with expression half-surprised, half-amused. 

“Finally, you developed a taste, Rose Tyler. It only took me, what, ten years? A decade of hard work and at last you appreciate bananas the way they deserve to be appreciated. I must say I’m really proud of myself, you were quite a lost case,” said the Doctor. 

The forest started thinning and judging by the voices coming from that direction, they were nearing the settlement. 

“Have you got a spare, though?” Rose asked.

“No, we ran out of them yesterday. I planned to come by Berzunian Market right after we deal with this. They have the best bananas in the whole galaxy, Rose. And they come in all colours.”

“I don’t care about the colour, I can literally feel the taste in my mouth. I need it now,” her eyes squinted at him in suspicion. “You always have a spare.”

“Not today,” he countered. 

Rose didn’t believe him for a second, and in the next moment, her hand was in his pocket, stumbling upon a gramophone, a pack of Venusian playing cards and a little woollen penguin toy which was the Doctor’s Christmas present from Tony a couple of years ago.  No bananas. She extracted her hand in defeat. 

“You are useless,” Rose said in a mocked frustration and pointed a finger at him, slowly walking backwards. Her disappointment didn’t last long, though, her face split in a huge smile and she almost tripped over the root of a tree she didn’t see from behind. Only Rose could call him useless and still make it sound like the biggest compliment, the Doctor thought. He still wondered how she managed to... glow so brightly that it made him forget everything else around existed. 

Their little bubble popped as they heard a loud shriek nearby. The Doctor and Rose immediately ran to the village to discover that half of the settlement was completely destroyed leaving very upset H’vocians to pick up the shambles of their tents. Being Mulder and Scully that they were, Rose and the Doctor volunteered to help. At first, the Doctor gave the mandatory present: the old gramophone Rose found earlier in his transdimensional pockets, then H’vocians told them about the ‘people from the sky’ raiding their settlements for little neon pearls called Hvaras that were exceptionally valuable on the black market.   

By the evening they all gathered near the bonfire where the women and children of the tribe were singing their tribal song of protection. It caused Rose an uncontrollable amount of tears and she made sure to give a heartfelt hug to everyone singing after they’d finished. She concluded her round of hugging back in the Doctor’s arms and after he asked her if she was okay she burst into tears again. Well, the song was rather nice, he’d give them that but to be as touched as Rose was right now was too much even by her standards. That was when the first H’vocian congratulated him. On what, though, he had no idea. 

The next morning started with lots of loud noises and another attack from the ‘people from the sky’. Rose got out of their tent first and before the Doctor could react, she got hit by a blast from the ‘others’. He could distinctly see the little sharp stones clawing their way into her body. The Doctor pulled out his sonic and fought off the attackers by interfering with their ships. When he eventually managed to get to Rose, however, she didn’t have a single scratch.  

As they later found out, the ‘others’ were different this time: the pearls of this planet seemed to have risen in price which made half of the happy-go-lucky raiders terrorise the tribe every other day. The Doctor gave it a thought and offered H’vocians a cloaking system that would simply hide them from the marauders and offer peace they craved for. While he was programming the devices over the Hvocian settlement, he couldn’t figure why the shield was getting half transparent. As usually, he dumped his whole thought process on Rose, who helped him put the little devices in place. 

“Have you tried turning setting 322 all the way up?” she asked him after some time. “H’voc’s atmosphere is three per cent thinner which means you need to strengthen the density of the deflector particles.”

“Oh yeah?” asked the Doctor. He didn’t know whether to feel alarmed, shocked or surprised. Rose always looked at the details. And she was brilliant at her domestic approach. But this, he thought, this was a whole new level of impressive. The Doctor did as she suggested. It worked.

The farewell with the tribe was very heartwarming. H’vocians made them the honorary members of their circle and presented them with a silver pin and a bronze door handle, which was a gesture of extreme trust. Five more H’vocians, including the leader of the tribe, placed a hand on the Doctor’s chest and wholeheartedly congratulated him. On what though, he still didn’t know.

The Doctor and Rose returned to their TARDIS and oh how much better it was to finally lie on a proper bed. It was. Until it wasn’t. The Doctor woke up in the middle of the night. 

He felt a ping. 

A telepathic ping. 

A telepathic ping coming from Rose. 

A telepathic ping coming from Rose that wasn’t Rose.

He shot up and turned to the sleeping form of his wife. His mind was reeling: a sudden craving for a banana, the overemotional response, the miraculous healing, the boost of intelligence… It couldn’t be. Could it?

The Doctor carefully placed his hand over Rose’s stomach: there it was, almost undetectable, yet firm and persistent. A beating of two little hearts, so familiar he could still feel it in his own chest. And the bond. That tiny wave of telepathic connection that found its way to him. She was reaching out. She. The Doctor smiled. He opened his mind and let her in and oh, how good, how whole it felt. There were some things you knew you’d been truly missing only when you got to experience them again, he thought. 

It was scary and thrilling and exciting. Nine hundred years of running through the universe, losing his first family, his children, his Susan. Centuries of attachments and heartbreaks and yet … here he was, in the parallel universe, on his last regeneration, levelled down by the human DNA, having a second chance at the family and life he had wanted. He’d never felt more alive than now. 

The Doctor’s mind calculated thousands of little variations of the features the little one would inherit. He hoped their daughter would have her mother’s smile and, well, everything because all good things would certainly come from Rose. And maybe his hair. Year, his hair would be nice.  

“Rose? Rose!” the Doctor whispered.

“Isleein” Rose groaned and turned her back to him.

He shook her shoulder again. 

“Oh God, remind me again why I picked such a restless ball of energy of a man,” Rose said rolling on her back and opening her eyes. “What is it?” she said cupping his jaw with her hand and studying his face. 

“Well, I’m afraid soon you will have to deal with two of those,” he shrugged his shoulders.

She gave him a look at that, then laughed sleepily, “You decided to sprout yourself from another limb?” 

As always, Rose just rolled with his conversations no matter how strange they got.

“Well, Rose Tyler, it’s more like you are doing all the sprouting this time,” he replied. 

“What do you mean?” she sat up facing him, blinking away the last remnants of sleep. 

They stared at each other for another moment and Rose grew more concerned with every second passing. 

“You are pregnant, Rose,” he said, failing to suppress his utmost joy and nervous excitement.

“Are you sure?” she asked.

“I can feel it,” he said and tapped his finger on his temple, “right here”.

Her breath hitched and she covered her mouth with the hand. “Oh my God,” tears started rolling down her cheeks. She then pressed her hand down to her belly and gave a watery smile. “Are we having a little timelord over here?”

The Doctor laughed nervously, “it’s a little time lady I believe. Is that alright?” 

He felt like every nerve in his body was tingling, like he was going to combust of infinite love and deadly fear, cry and laugh at the same time, jump from happiness and fall down in shock. 

“Of course it is, you-” she didn’t get to finish because he gathered her in the tightest of embraces until her nose was smashed against his neck while her chest was heaving with happy laughter. 

“Doctor,” she said after some time when they both calmed down.

“Hm?” he asked and felt her grin against his shoulder. 

“We are not calling her Alonso.”

[blizzardfluffykpop]

Marry for Love

Summary: If you love someone let them go, if they never come back they were never truly yours. But if they come back, they were meant to be. 

Oneshot

Yugyeom X Reader

This is kind of based off of Krogstad and Mrs. Linde’s relationship in “The Doll’s House”.

When I was younger I fell in love with the sweetest man of my life, things were wonderful, we even got engaged. Things took a turn for the worst, my mother fell ill and I needed to take care of her. I dropped everything including the engagement to care for her and my baby sister. My heart broke the minute I had to tell Yugyeom that I could no longer be with him, we were high school sweethearts that lasted. And here I was flushing that whole relationship down the drain. It broke my heart to pieces he would write sometimes hoping I would change my mind. I would read them earnestly and then they just stopped coming. I was torn, it was my fault I would never reply because I had too much on my plate. I love Yugyeom to pieces but that was years ago now, I had married for money while juggling two jobs. The man was older than hell, and he had left me with nothing when he died. No children to keep me laughing, and by then my mother was long gone, and my baby sister had her own family. I was left on my own, no grief to take my heart just the sounds of my own hollow heart.

The last job I had dropped me for someone younger, I was 28 how much younger did they want? Turns out an 18 year old can do a better job than I can. I moved to a new town my heart in shambles. With nothing to keep me going, moving seemed to be the only option for me. The day I moved, my old friend Nari took me in until I was stable with a job and a place to live. 

Who would have guessed that my high school sweetheart would have had kids, and was now widowed. Certainly not me but when I saw him on the streets and his three little ones trailing behind him. My heart sank, he would never see me the same. And as I stared he turned his neck looking dead at me. I ducked under the windowsill, too late, but maybe he would think it was a figment of his imagination. 

Still after all this time he made my heart pick up. He had changed though, he was now something otherworldly; and he still had to care for his kids while being a vampire. He didn't want his kids to suffer the same fate. He was hanging out at his wife's grave when he was turned, she had just recently past. It still kind of hurt, even if he didn't marry for love, and he had married for status. While he was sitting there, they shoved against the gravestone, drained him of blood and poisoned him to become just like the monster they were. 

He has desperately tried to conceal it from his kids, but you can't hide much from a child. They found out quickly, but promised to keep it a secret if he would take them flying. How could he tell his kids no? And so he did, and it became a monthly thing out in the woods. For they had nothing to fear as long as daddy was there. He was thankful for his kids keeping him on his toes and happy even with his disease. 

To see (Y/n) in his town made him feel terror and it made him reminisce in the past. For his heart still belonged to (Y/n) even if his heart no longer beats. His heart caught in his throat and he quickly took his kids home. Investigating if this was really who he saw, sneaking around the town was easy for him with his lightning fast speed. He didn’t use them often to appear normal in the small town he was currently living in. Seeing them standing there in the little shop, awoke his heart, what could he do? Avoid the situation at all costs? Or run straight into the problems and deal with the repercussions later. Wealth and status no longer mattered to him, did it matter to them? All of these questions were running through his head, he sighed deciding to avoid it till another day. Turning back and heading home to his three little ones, he needs to care for. But that would come later it would seem because there they were, standing right in front of him. “Is it really you Yugyeom?” His breath caught in his throat, if his heart could beat it would be beating out of his chest. He nods, “I didn’t expect to see you,” “Nor I…” 

He catches his breath, “Where’s your wedding ring?” They look at him, “I can ask the same of you” “Widowed?” They nod and he agrees to his own statement. “Did he give you any children?” “No, what about your lover?” “Three” They nod, and with that they were gone with the wind. They left as fast as they came in, if he was actually paying attention they went around the corner, and put a hand over their heart. Their heart beating out of their chest, to see Yugyeom again, put so many things into perspective. Thinking that he has three little ones from someone else hurts. But the world is not like that huh? It does not let you live your stupid fairy tales, just because you want to. No, it is much more horrendous than that, he moved on, and I guess I should too. If only my mother hadn’t gotten seriously ill, maybe we could have been wed, and had our own three little ones, adopted or not. For I could not marry him, neither him or I had a stable job, when I got one he was still going through practice to become stable enough for a successful job. And I couldn’t wait, my heart ripped out when I sent him that letter, nothing else in the world could ever hurt as much. For I could never be who he needed, and at the time he couldn’t be the man I needed. But now all my thoughts are caught up in the fact that I could be with him. 

Shit I fucked it up didn’t I? Yugyeom internally screams at himself, I should have not asked if they had kids, that was messed up of me. But I had assumed, that they loved that man more than me, that they would have kids. With a broken heart, I became a dance instructor eventually finding a woman close enough to my dreams. I married her for the noble status she had, for the fact that she would be able to give me kids to succeed me in the business I opened for dance. I was so greedy and selfish about it, not being able to be with (Y/n) made me heartless. Maybe that was why it was so easy for the vampires to turn me like them. Because I too, was heartless since they left me, that I was already that much closer to being a monster. I had tried so desperately to love my wife, and when she died from a sickly disease my heart didn’t weep as much as I thought it would. It mostly weeped for my kids, who would be left without their biological mother. Without the loving nature she always had for everything, sitting at the gravesite and supposedly talking to her, cleared up bits of my conscious and gave me the confidence to raise my three little ones. But seeing the love of my life, or what once was, brought all my feelings back, all the memories of when I was once content with my life. With them destroying my heart, I felt nothing but despair, although I had happy moments, nothing could compare to them. 

If they knew that I was a vampire she would leave me quicker than I can move. They were my everything, and now I’m left with nothing, for all I am is a monster trapped in a human body. I drag my feet to my home, my kids running up to me and talking to me. I smile at them, for some reason no matter the mood I am in, they can always bring me back. I sit on the couch and we gather around the television and talk about anything they can come up with. Delving into deeper topics, then they ask the question, “Who was that you went looking for?” I sigh, “Do you three really want to know?” “Please, Daddy!!” I roll my eyes, they don’t even have to plead to know, they truly own my heart, other than that person who was standing in the little bookstore. “Daddy knew them a long time ago, way before you three would be born. They were Daddy’s high school sweetheart, the love of his life,...” “What happened?” I look down at my lap twiddling my thumbs, “While we were engaged, their mother fell ill, they had to care for their mother and their baby sister now, they were anything but selfish. But Daddy was broken when they broke off the engagement to marry to a man with money.” “But Daddy, you have money now” Darrian, my oldest tells me, “I know sweetheart, but that’s not the point. Your Daddy wasn’t well off when he was younger, he came from a poor family, your mother was rich and wealthy beyond my dreams. Why she married me was because her father didn’t like the idea, and wanted to prove something to him, while I married her for status. My sweetheart was the same way in the sense of money, to be rich and lonely is poisoning to be poor and in love, is worth every struggle. I want you three to marry for love and nothing less, if you do not love them, do not marry them okay.” “Daddy,... what are you gonna do now?” “I’m not sure, my internal heart says to chase after them and give them my everything. But my brain is saying no, because they still probably love their deceased lover.” Fred looks at me quizzically, “If you love them, go after them-” “Do you forget what I am?” “That does not matter in love’s eyes, Daddy!! Love is blind and if they really love you they won’t care about that” My little girl, Areum tells me crossing her arms and sternly nods her head. “What if-” “Don’t you dare second guess yourself, Daddy!” Areum says with a glare, “Jeez I raised you kids right” They laugh at my expense, and I grab them up into my arms, “Let’s head to bed okay, and we’ll talk about it in the morning” “Fine” Darrian scoffs at me, these kids are gonna be the death of me. Once they are set to bed with a bedtime story, I go downstairs and pull out a blood bag from the fridge. I slump into a chair, and groan at myself, I could have just told them how I felt. That my nonexistent heart still beats because of them, but that would have been creepy wouldn’t have it been. 

I could have just talked to him about everything, maybe on another day, and we can figure out our feelings. Nari looks at me when I come into the house, “Is something wrong?” “Remember Yugyeom?” “Oh yeah, you two were high school sweethearts, those were the days…” She smiles softly at me, “Yeah they were--I saw him today” “Oh, he does live in these parts” “Um that would have been nice to know, you know…” “Oh, I’m sorry dear that completely slipped my mind, but did you two talk?” I nod shoving my face into my arm, “I wish I would have just married him, back then…” “We all make mistakes dear, after all, if I hadn’t tripped and fell right in front of my wife, I would have never met her…” I sigh, “Yeah but that was a cute mistake--” “Not when it happened, but yeah, you’ll make amends don’t worry dearest, things happen for a reason. Now do you want to help me knit a scarf for our soon to be son?” I nod, helping her, at least I landed a job, that means I can rent an apartment, and start my life back up. 

First day at work, and I’m excited that this will be a change of pace for me. They teach me the ropes and I catch on fairly quickly, it’s quite easy to run this little bookstore. On the first check, I manage to get my own apartment, and I have yet to see Yugyeom since I ran into him the first day I was here in town. Which that I’m glad of, but at the same time, my heart is anything but content, always searching for his black hair and his long black trench. He still wears the trench I bought him for our first anniversary, the big hole on the left elbow being the biggest indicator. He slipped and fell on the ice in front of my porch ripping it and crying about it, he was so sweet, not wanting to damage something that meant so much to him. I laughed it off and helped him patch himself up, everything but the coat, to see that he still wears it made my heart flutter. But I wasn’t about to say anything, for fear of what he could say. 

I got off later than usual, my eyes droopy and tired, I go home the fastest way, down the side streets. I was doing fine, I’ve never been scared of the back-ways, but this, this was about to change everything. Yugyeom sitting on the ledge of a fence, a dead cat in his hands, and his mouth to it. The next thing I know is that I'm not in my apartment, and this place is freaking me out. What happened last night? Wait, could that be reality? And I didn’t just dream that up? I mean I could have, but then it can’t be, because that was so vivid, and did I really pass out because of that? I sit up on the couch and there stands Yugyeom in pink robe with pajamas on, “I can explain!!” He waves his hands in front of him, “Um?... You should…” He sighs and sits next to me, “You see a lot has changed since we parted ways… Now believe me or not, but after I was widowed I was sitting in front of her grave, trying to figure out how I was gonna care for my three little ones… I was slammed against a gravestone and turned into a vampire…” I click my tongue, “I can believe it, but it seems a little far-fetched, my soft Yugyeom is now a vampire?” He nods, ready for me to walk out of the door, and I softly put my hand on his cheek, “Can you show me?” His eyes glint red as his teeth sharpen, I nod my head, well, he wasn’t lying that’s for sure. “Do you want to talk about everything?” I ask softly, and he nods.

A little girl runs down the steps, “Daddy!! It’s almost time for school!” “Go get ready and wake up your brothers for me okay?” “I will, but who are you?” She pertains the question to me, “I-I-I… I’m (Y/n)” I say not expecting the question, she gasps and looks at Yugyeom before quickly running up the stairs. “Um? Okay?” “That’s Areum for you” He laughs, “She’s my baby girl, the youngest of the three” I nod, “She’s cute” He grins, “I know” I roll my eyes, “So…” “Yeah?” “I wish I never left you,…” I say softly, “but I guess you’ve moved on.” He shakes his head, “That’s where you’re wrong.” I tilt my head, “I tried everything to get over you, I married for goodness sakes. Although it was the money and status, and for her it was to prove her parents wrong…” I look down at my hands, “So you did the same I had?” “In a way” I look up at him to see him staring at me, “I… If you’ll have me maybe… We can start over again?” He tilts his head at me, “Why do we have to start over?” Words leave me, “When we can pick up where we left off?” I looked at him quizzically, “What do you mean by that?” “I mean, um,... that we can become friends and then something more… That we don’t have to completely start over again, because it’s not like we don’t know each other…” It catches up with me what he means, I smile at him, “I would like that…” 

His sons come rushing down the stairs, their sister in tow, when a kid puts his hand out to me, “I’m Darrian!” I smile, “It’s nice to meet you, Darrian, I’m (Y/n).” He grins, Fred and Areum introduce themselves to me. And I grin, “You guys are so cute, much like your father” “Yeah Daddy is the best ain’t he!!” Fred grins at me, I nod, and Fred high fives Areum, and Yugyeom is gone and back in his clothes, “Let’s go kiddos” And without a further word they climb onto him, and he takes them to school, and I’m left all alone. 

I’m in Yugyeom’s house, and I feel uncomfortable, but I don’t want to be disrespectful, thankfully I had my phone and respond to a few texts. And scroll through social media to hear the door open again, and there is Yugyeom. Standing in all of his glory, “It feels lonely without them…” He sighs, I look over at him and nod, “Yeah I understand” He sits next to me, “I’m sorry I didn’t take you to your apartment, I didn’t know where you lived exactly…” I nod, “It’s okay, I’m sorry I fainted.” “If I was in the same situation I would have fainted…” I giggle, “You were always faint of heart like I was” He pouts, “It’s changed me…” “Do you want to talk to me about it…” He shrugs, “The minute you left me I felt heartless anyway, what brought back parts of my heart were my little ones. They kept me happy, always bringing me up, if it weren’t for them I don’t know where I would be now… It was funny because I was already like a vampire, heartless, soulless, although the wound started to scab over, it was too late. It’s not your fault, its mine for never having the heart to get over you. To only reminisce, when I was turned I was expecting to hide it from my kids for as long as I could. But you can never keep secrets from kids, they catch on quickly. And now, they make me fly them in the woods every month to keep it as a secret. Because vampire don’t exist, at least to the average person.” “But you’re sitting right next to me, also your kids pulled the same exact thing you did.” He looks at me with a weird look, “What do you mean by that?” I giggle, “You don’t remember?” He shakes his head at me, “When I ruined the new clothes mom got me by accident, by falling on my ass in mud, and it ripped a big seam. I got you to shut your mouth by writing you love letters every week. I fixed the dress, of course… you did the same thing your kids do now” He laughs, “I remember that, and you were so pissed at me… But you didn’t stop, even after you fixed the clothes… I kept them all.” I blush, “Remember when we broke up and you still kept mailing me love letters?” He nods, “I kept them and read them until they ripping at the folds, and the tear stains were ruining them” He brings me into his arms, “I’m sorry if it’s too soon… I just wanted to feel you in my arms again… That’s all I wanted to do for eight years.” My arms wrapping around him, “I loved you so much, it ripped up my heart, my mom was so mad at me when she found out, she didn’t talk to me for three weeks… I should have just went back to you, but I was already married to the old fogy… You writing letters didn’t help either, the nightmares didn’t stop for years. I tried everything in the books, before I started holding that little teddy bear you gave me… I never got over you either, Yugyeom. I’m sorry for what I put us through…” Putting my head in my hands, ashamed of myself, I loved the man so much, but I couldn’t wait, and my mother said she’d rather die than let me be unhappy. She did, just before the old man would die, he had me as his show and tell, look what I got, and you don’t have. My heart was torn from that, I wish I just stayed with Yugyeom, my baby sister thankfully didn’t make the same mistakes as me. Marrying for love, but it seems neither Yugyeom or I made that decision. 

I didn’t notice the tears streaming down my face, I’m so ashamed of my decisions, until I feel Yugyeom pulling me further into him and tear droplets hitting my face. We just stayed there crying for a good amount of time, before I softly tell him, “Yugyeom?” A broken ‘hmm’ comes out of his mouth, “I still love you, and I can’t change that…” He lifts my face to look him in the eyes, “Say that again…” “I still love you--” He kisses me, and my heart feels this complement it hasn’t felt in years. I turn myself around, to wrap my arms around him, when we break away from each other, our foreheads touching. He tells me softly, “Areum was right,... Love is blind…” I laugh, “Love is a cruel mistress too” He shrugs at me, “You’re here that’s what matters… You really don’t care that I’m a vampire?” I shrug, “That makes you hotter even if you’re cold blooded now.” He laughs and kisses my nose, “If you’ll have me, and my kids, they seem to like you, would you want to be with me?” I give him a grin, “I would love too, Yugyeom, you’ve been my dreams for years, if you and your kids want me here,...” He kisses my nose, “I do value their opinion a lot” “I’m glad, you should look out for them first.”

Two hours went by and we talk about everything, from what happened to our high school sweetheart days. He picks up his little ones, and they look at me, “Are you gonna break Daddy’s heart again?” Darrian says with a steely gaze analyzing me, “Never again” Fred looks at me with the same gaze, “Why did you decide to come back into his life? Now of all times?” Oh man, these kids are gonna eat me alive, it makes me smile internally that they are so protective of him, “I was married to a man I didn’t love, my heart always belonged to Yugyeom, but divorce in these parts will brand you, and I wouldn’t be able to get a job. That marriage was to take care of my mother and my baby sister, my job couldn’t support either of them. Yugyeom was still finding his way, and it broke my heart, my mother was mad at me for marrying that man. She had a right to be, she couldn’t be as mad at me as I was at myself. For I had lost the love of my life, my mother preached back and forth to not marry for money but to marry for love. She told me after that fact, but I had no other choice, I thought, I wanted my mother to live a long and happy life. But she wasn’t happy if I wasn’t, she would pass before I got out of that man’s grasp. I was left with nothing but an unhappy heart after he left me. I come to Yugyeom now,... I didn’t expect to see him ever again, I was sure he moved far away and started a beautiful happy family. Never to remember me, for me to be just a distant memory. Everything came flooding back when I saw him in the bookstore, my whole world went upside down… You see I’ve never loved someone like how I love Yugyeom. He’s been my only true love, for twelve years if you add our high school days. My heart never truly left him, seeing him again brought everything back. He has always been the one, and after talking to him in streets, that first day and not seeing him for weeks… Killed my heart, it left me in shambles, and he scared me to pieces when I was taking side streets home, and there he was… I will never believe that I got a chance with him again... “ 

I trail off, they take a minute to process what I said, before Darrian asks me again, “Do you really love him or are you just saying it to get his money?” I look deeply into Darrian’s eyes, “I’m in no need of money, I’m in need of happiness, love, and a family. My family left me a while ago, my husband and I were never in love; and I never had any little ones to care for. My mother said to only marry someone for love. That is better to be poor and happy than rich and lonely…” Areum whispers something to Fred who whispers to Darrian, and Areum speaks up, “Why do you love our Daddy?” 

“It started a long time ago, when I first met Yugyeom when we were thirteen… And he bought me an ice cream,... and to a thirteen year old, that meant that we were friends. My heart fell for the simple act, and it only blossomed from there. I started writing him love letters and he would write them back, and my heart was sold. That he was the only one for me, and the last thing he ever wrote to me was a love letter… My heart still aches because of that…” They nod, Yugyeom looks at me and carefully grabs my hand, “I still read your love letters, like you do with mine…” I blush at him, “Mama used to say that you can tell if a couple is meant to be, when they form a perfect heart together…” Areum tells me, “And you two,... form a perfect heart… Daddy and Mama used to form a triangle…” 

Fred looks at me and shrugs but with a daring look in his eyes, “I’m willing for you to be apart of our family, but if you break Daddy’s heart. You have another thing coming… Daddy says he’s a monster, but we’re his little monsters, and we’re 10x worse” I grin, “You remind me so much of your dad, Fred” He laughs, “I’ve been told.” 

I entered that family that night, we were dating for another four years before I popped the question to him. He squealed in delight, and we married a few months after, Darrian, Fred, and Areum our flower kids, his friend Jinyoung being his best man, Nari and her wife being my best women. If my mama could see me now, I wonder if she would smile and be proud. For I’m happy now, with Yugyeom, and his three little ones, his vampire qualities not even bothering me, even if he does drink too much from me. Thankfully, he knows how to drink properly and always wipes his mouth afterward. Darrian is always the best dressed no matter the occasion, Fred likes to make people laugh, and Areum is our little dancing queen. Damned and determined to take over her Daddy’s company, Darrian always goes shopping with me, and Fred likes to write little letters for people. And he has a crush on the jock in his school, learning how to write love letters from looking at ours. Which we still write everyday to each other, reminding each other constantly of the love we have for one another. 

Yugyeom is the man of my dreams and to think that after all that time, I finally ended up with him, makes my heart flutter to this day. Even though we have been married for three years now, he still makes my heart forget how to function. I always tell him this, and how no matter that he is a vampire that I love him dearly, and nothing could ever change that. Waking up to him, brings a smile to my face, without even trying he makes me smile. I’m glad that love in the end decided to treat me right, letting me have this, for as often as she is a cruel mistress, she is a kind woman when you treat her right, and she will never lead you down the wrong path. She does just right in my books now, I say as I carefully brush my fingers through Yugyeom’s hair, and kiss his nose. Love gave me hope, a family, and love all over again, and for that I’m thankful. 

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“sing me a song please?” Could you please write a platonic Analogical with this?

VIRGIL AND THE BEANSTALK PART 3

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The way Logan was looking at Virgil was…unnerving, especially because Virgil couldn’t figure out what the Giant was thinking.

“Uh, what was that all about?” Virgil figured it wouldn’t hurt to ask. He was surprised when Logan actually answered.

“Patton is quick to form emotional attachments.” Logan explained. “Because of this, he was blind to the last human’s behavior and continues to believe that he is capable of redemption. It seems as though he expects the human to return any day with our belongings and an apology.”

“Oh.” Virgil supposed it was possible, but he was more of a pessimist. He believed the worst in people. Not to mention, this ‘Dee’ guy- if that was even his real name- had already massively screwed Virgil over in sending him here, so Virgil wasn’t exactly his biggest fan.

Virgil tensed, watching Logan get up, and he expected those fingers to wrap around his form at any moment. Yet surprisingly, that wasn’t the case. Logan seemed to pay him no mind as he walked down to the other end of the very long dining table. The giant disappeared through a doorway, and Virgil marveled at the fact he was left alone. This freedom was short-lived, however, when Logan returned. A book in hand, the giant sat down at the far end of the table, setting the large volume down and beginning to read.

Virgil kept a cautious eye on Logan, slowly getting up. Hoping the giant would be preoccupied, Virgil began to creep towards the edge of the table.

“I would advise against that.” Logan’s voice made Virgil jump. Despite the fact Logan didn’t look up from the book, it was clear he was addressing the human. “The fall would likely be fatal.”

One glance over the table proved this assumption was correct. Virgil gulped, quickly taking long strides to get back to the middle of the table. Guess he was stuck up here. Likely for some time, as Virgil was too proud to ask for help and everyone else seemed preoccupied. Of course, none of the giants would likely help him even if Virgil did request a lift to the ground. After all, they all still viewed him as a common thief.

“Sing me a song please.” Logan spoke up a few moments later, the pages rustling as he leafed through his book.

Virgil blanched at the request. “Excuse me?”

“Not you.” Logan rolled his eyes, and quietly Virgil’s ears began to pick up a soft tune coming from the other end of the room. Virgil scanned the area, noticing the source of the noise was a golden harp, sat atop a shelf behind Logan.

“What is that?” Virgil was in awe, traveling closer to Logan’s end of the table. The siren’s call was the most beautiful tune Virgil had ever heard. The harp was decorated with a golden figure, who was enchanted to sing the music that Logan had requested.

“It’s a golden harp.” Logan glanced up from his book, giving Virgil a wary glance as he came closer. “Don’t get any ideas; there’s a reason we put it at such an elevation.”

“Relax, I’m not going to steal your music box.” Virgil put up his hands to show he meant no harm.

Logan looked unconvinced, and even brought his book closer to his person as though concerned that the human would try to take this as well. Virgil sighed, sitting down a ways away from Logan to give the Giant space. He looked up, continuing to watch the harp.

“…it’s magic, isn’t it?” Virgil asked.

“Yes.” Logan’s curt answer confirmed his guess.

“I’ve never seen magic before.” Virgil admitted. “How’s it work?”

“Why do you feel entitled to answers?” Logan raised an eyebrow. “I thought you held no interest in possessing our belongings.”

“Jeez, I was just trying to make conversation.” Virgil frowned, slumping. “I was just curious.”

Virgil didn’t think simple curiosity should be punished. These giants seemed to disagree, but Logan at least looked at him with less contempt than before at this answer. The Giant tilted his head, studying Virgil and seeming to decide he was more intriguing than his novel as he pushed the text to the side.

Logan put his hands together, leaning forwards. The song began to fade out, leaving Virgil with a strange sense of loneliness.

“…what?” Virgil assumed the giant wanted something, shifting uneasily under his gaze.

“Why are you here?” Logan asked suddenly.

“Uh, magic beans?” Virgil thought back to the events of the day before. “What does it matter?”

“That much was to be assumed.” Logan waved off his explanation. “What I meant was, few humans would dare to climb such a plant. You’re either brave or foolish, but either way there must be a motive.”

“I’m neither.” Virgil corrected. “I didn’t climb it at all; my house got thrown into the sky. The beans accidentally got planted beneath my home, I don’t notice, and next day I wake up hundreds of feet in the air.”

“I see.” Logan frowned slightly. “But given the opportunity, would you have climbed the great stalk?”

“Nope.” Virgil shook his head, both because he was honest and because he assumed this was the answer Logan would want. He certainly wasn’t fond of the idea of risking his life climbing a hundred-foot plant.

“Not even at the implication of immeasurable wealth?” Logan gave the human a knowing look as though he had caught Virgil in the act.

“I don’t want your wealth.” Virgil insisted for the hundredth time.

“Everyone wants something.” Logan countered.

“Well, all I want is to go home.” Virgil glared back at the giant. Logan looked unfazed, turning his gaze out towards a large window across the table.

“It appears at the given moment your home is rather in shambles.” Logan observed. Virgil tried to follow his gaze, but he was too short to see the same view outside. Virgil could only assume that’s where the beanstalk had grown and broken his home into several pieces.

“Yeah, well, at least it’s mine.” Virgil muttered, having not really thought of that.

“Were you perhaps referring to a different definition of the word ‘home’?” Logan asked, turning back to Virgil. “Are there individuals waiting for you upon the earth below? Should we be concerned about multiple intruders?”

Virgil’s glare deepened. “…I live alone.” His tone was dark, not particularly fond of the way Logan seemed to imply that if Virgil did have any family they’d only be a nuisance. Then of course there was the fact that Virgil was never fond of discussing his home life.

“I see.” Logan let out an unimpressed hum, quite different from the usual pitying looks Virgil received when he talked about his lack of a family. It would have been refreshing actually if it weren’t so secretly degrading. “In that case, if you have no physical or social home below, why are you intent on returning?”

“At least on Earth everything isn’t freakishly huge.” Virgil spat.

“There is no need to get defensive.” Logan said, and that only made Virgil more furious.

“Yes, there is!” Virgil argued. “I can tell what you’re doing, and I’m not going to play your little mind games. I’m not staying here, and that’s final.”

“Who said anything about staying here?” Logan’s expression was almost confused, but Virgil was still on edge.

“You’re implying it.” Virgil hissed. “Asking about my ties to Earth, as though trying to figure out what I’d be leaving behind. Testing the waters, trying to see if I’ll actually be missed or if you’ll be safe in your kidnapping. ‘Oh, look at the little orphan, the poor little thing. Guess we’ll just keep him here for his own good.’” Virgil knew the type. Even back on the earth below, people were always trying to decide what was best for him, forgetting that Virgil had a voice of his own.

Oh, you poor thing. They would coo. Losing your parents, you must be so devastated.

Yeah, of course he was. But that certainly didn’t mean Virgil wanted strangers coming up to him reminding the boy of the nightmares that haunted him at night. And yet, if Virgil turned them away, he was accused of being an unfeeling monster who didn’t care about the loss of his parents. Of course he had cared. He cared so much that it destroyed him, leaving just the apathetic shell as others now perceived him.

“Well, I refuse.” Virgil continued, focusing on the much larger problems of the present. “Even if I have nowhere else to go, I won’t stay here and be your complicit little lapdog, alright?”

To his surprise, Logan looked almost appalled at the idea. “You have me mistaken for my brothers.” Logan explained. “I have no desire to keep you here. Indeed, I want nothing more than for you to leave.”

“Oh yeah?” Virgil raised an eyebrow. “We’re alone. There’s no one stopping you from taking me back. Why am I still here then?”

“You stated you didn’t intend to climb the stalk.” Logan reminded him. “That is the only known exit.”

“Well I’d climb DOWN!” Virgil yelled, exasperated at the way this giant seemed to always twist his words. “That’s different. Climbing down is much different.”

“I’m not sure that’s how it works; regardless, my brothers would be quite devastated if I released you.” Logan let out a small sigh of annoyance, as though he were discussing taking the last sweet from the bin and not the fate of Virgil’s life. “I would never hear the end of it.”

“What, so I’m just doomed to be a little captive here for the rest of my life because you don’t feel like communicating with your siblings about how it’s wrong to capture people?” Virgil glared at Logan, feeling brave in his anger.

“Well, as you said,” Logan shrugged, opening up his book once more and looking bored of this conversation, “you have nowhere else to go.”

Virgil stopped, not believing this was truly happening. Logan was the only one with any common sense in this hell, and yet even he didn’t seem bothered by this horrible fate that Virgil was trapped in. The human tried to steady his breathing, the full reality of his situation beginning to sink in when he thought about truly spending the rest of his life here.

“Please.” Virgil begged, his voice cracking slightly as emotions threatened to overwhelm him. He had only been here a day and was already breaking under the pressure. “Please, help me. I don’t have anyone else here to trust.”

“A pity.” Logan murmured. Virgil was pouring his heart out and the giant wasn’t even listening.

“What about all that talk about not wanting me to stay, huh?” Virgil insisted. “I know you hate me. Just get rid of me now. Don’t let your brothers push you around like this.”

“Contrary to popular belief, I don’t hate you as an individual.” Logan corrected. “I just am distrustful of your kind and prefer to keep our worlds separated.”

“Yes! Exactly, so do that!” Virgil exasperated, tears collecting in his eyes. “Take me to the garden, hell, say that I got away. I’ll chop down the beanstalk, I won’t take anything, I’ll destroy the beans. No one will ever bother you again I swear on my life just let me go home!”

Logan finally, finally looked up from his book, processing the expression on Virgil’s face. “…are you crying?”

“What do you think?” Virgil sniffled, not even bothering to hold them back anymore as his breath became ragged. Maybe it would earn him some pity points. Although, looking at Logan’s expression, that wasn’t likely.

“Oh. Feelings.” The giant pulled back his book, cringing as though he expected the tears to ruin his precious pages. He turned to the doorway, calling louder and stabbing a stake directly into Virgil’s heart. “Patton! It’s crying!”

“NO!” Virgil screeched, pulling at his hair as he heard heavy footsteps rushing towards them. “NO, you stuck up, horrible, unfeeling, terrible, monstrous- gack!” The rest of Virgil’s insults were cut off, the little breath he had knocked out of his lungs as he was grabbed up harshly in a new set of hands.

“Aww, it’s okay!” Patton cooed, and Virgil found himself harshly pressed into flesh in what he assumed was the giant’s asinine attempt at a hug. “It’s okay, shhh, I’m right here. Sorry, Logan. I’ll take him away.”

“Yes, please do.” Logan’s tone sounded uncomfortable, gazing at Virgil with a sort of pained expression. Through his blurry vision Virgil glared back at him, cold-blooded.

[nozomijoestar]

Pt. 1 of my LL! x TMA crossover is finally here. Crossposted on my FF.net!

TWs: Gore, warfare, being buried alive, body horror

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With the world plunged into the apocalypse of never-ending fear thanks to The Eye and The Archivist, two stories intertwine. Statements of Nozomi Tojo later the entity called The One Alone- pre and post mortem of humanity. Recorded direct from subject.

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“The Lonely is the most insidious of the powers. It doesn’t need to tell you lies. It waits for the lies you tell yourself.”

There is a wind that rides amidst the expanse bare of clouds that dares to call itself a sky still. It rolls ever onwards like a wave beneath the ever shifting Eyes; the Eyes with presence to match the same that crowns a panopticon. The tower it calls home stands higher than anything conceivable by Man. Though she has tried escape she knows there is nowhere on this barren land it cannot be seen. The gaze of the Beholder sees those who suffer in sacrifice below; it too sees the servants, the avatars, of its fellow Entities revel in a Hell once thought promised to one devotee or another now open for all. She is reminded of the amusement parks she yearned to step foot in as a child until it made her sick.

She is reminded it sees always through her disembodied form. It knows where none other should know; ever thirsty for the forbidden and beyond boundaries The Eye (The Beholder, The Ceaseless Watcher, It Knows You, names are irrelevant in its pursuits. They are attempts to describe an aspect of what people called impossible.) sips her essence with precision a mosquito could envy. The fog that is and is not her whenever she molds it to a human shape whips about in fury. It is tainting her loneliness. It wants to dip its finger in her blissful isolation just as it has every other monstrosity made manifest.

Her Entity is a kind being, an understanding one that divides the Who from They into an intimacy; one so singular and gentle to allow those within it to banish all others. She can still remember the first time grasping it brought her to tears. Both it and she cannot escape what it is to be known. Not now in the presence of that damned thing which exists to play voyeur. She looks down.

The trench that scars the earth and stretches beyond the horizon marks the domain The Slaughter calls a feeding ground. Even as high as she is the stench of cordite, gunpowder, gore, and all that tears apart wafts into her. Within the trench figures once store clerks, families, businessmen, teachers, students, children, fire enough bullets and shells to massacre what was once Tokyo. Each cracks sharper than thunder while the rat-a-tat-tat from infinite machine guns never stops. In between the gun nests slump people lost within war that is not satisfied with surface destruction and swallows the mind. They are worse than those casualties who scream, in their silence.

On the fetid breeze bagpipes in a mockery of ‘Scotland the Brave’ wail enough to vibrate No Man’s Land. She can spy the tanks advancing ever forwards peppered by shrapnel; flayed bodies can vaguely be made out strapped to their armor. The edges of her fog wiggle in place of a shudder. Neither now nor in her meaningless days as feed, as human, had butchery in any form brought anything from her but nausea. From that barren hell a bulky creature towered over its victims; it made way for her as their eyes locked.

She knows this monster well no matter how tiny the ribs spiked out its chest appear at this distance. It stamped its clawed bloody foot and snarled. Its teeth glistened red in a multitude of fangs arranged row after row like a shark mouth. The pointed shoulder blades protruding out its back drip viscera; she knows it has fed. Feeding is all it can do now; she knows it laments the conveniences a human form had after all. That like her it loathes having the terror it creates tainted under The Eye’s ruling gaze. Its face comprised of exposed wounds for flesh and two smaller faces twisted in pain on its neck, glares at her unflinching. Its black and orange pupiled eyes are beady as if carved from revulsion, from hate. Around them no soldiers aim and the tools of war bend paths to avoid harm. The monster shouts in a growl that booms over the din of murder.

“Forsaken! Have you come to strut and brag again you little shit? Making fun of me showing up like that are you?-“

The Slaughter avatar’s insults fell on empty air; she glided onward without a destination. Suddenly several stones passed through her leaving holes that reformed instantly. Not a glance did she spare back; U’ral-whatever-her-name-was could shout her distain till her throat bled. The One Alone would not stoop as weak as her to hold reservations about their paradise.

On this ride no one would get off.

She stopped above a circle of candy colored lights that formed the outline of a carousel. A few meters around its dim shine run shadowed shapes. Shape is the best word she has to describe those frantic wretches who pile atop each other; their fingers peel faces reused again and again among their number. They long to no more ask themselves Who Am I? but know beneath the ache they will never be whole.

They could have counted her among them, once. Almost.

Though reason reminded her it’d been months those days, the idea there’d been a time before, was impossible. Had she always been what she’d embraced or had her human shell been her true home? Some days before the opening of the Door she was ashamed to still ponder it.  Not in this world however; here she at last knew her peace. The edges of her form swirled outward. She continued to watch. The Stranger’s victims continued their frenzy as another face was for the taking. Cries of triumph clashed with envious screams not unlike the battle-shouts of one brought under Slaughter.

If she squinted she made out the current victor. The teenage girl bolts across the fairgrounds in a random direction; her red-orange hair waved in its ragged bob cut like a dancing flame. Where once she had pale skin and…had they been yellow eyes? The One Alone saw her now a shambling thing that slapped its prize atop a carmine skull. Something in her puzzled to think she remembered the girl’s face, and yet nothing of her name. Nothing of what their connection had been in another life.

Not a fiber of her cared to linger longer; yet as she made to leave one final sight stopped her. This time the name and everything with it returned. Kotori busied herself on a cross-stitch of skin and sinew when she saw The One Alone above. Did she too remember? Did she know who they both once were? Even if she did The One Alone couldn’t bring herself to care. It would be unnecessary and in a way always had been. She had never existed. Kotori’s eyes gave her a look filled with the briefest solidarity, before the indifference reclaimed her. The blessings of The Stranger have created fissures along her skin; it ceased to be skin so much as it resembled a potato weak enough to tug, in its fragility.

Not for the last time she feels the deep, deep truth twist her at the chance that in another world, she joined in the stitching. Disgust shook her fog at the idea of companionship looming before her. A semblance of sympathy even if in the imagination; avatars do not trust. Not each other. The smartest ones, her, saw trust for the waiting betrayal it was. For the lie it had been since the moment she was born.

She flies beyond the circus of the damned toward a thundering in the distance.  At the passing over a spot of darkness that stretches miles, she swallows the urge to stare. It is a black void so absolute it cannot cast shadows; nor can any bottom to its depth be found as though you’ve entered the essence of nothingness. Eli was there. She felt the knowledge wash over her like rain. Eli was there, transformed into something that drowned her victims into obscurity.  This was a comforting thought; their domains weren’t too unalike.

It’s enough to almost make her wish Eli had joined The Lonely. She smothers it before it can bloom further. The Dark chooses its chosen and there is nothing she can do. She is alone, as she was meant to be. Ahead the thundering slams into her ears snapping her from ruminating. Niko appeared no bigger than a dot from this high. The shovel she pointed above her head reflected the Eyes that’d replaced the sun on its blade. Above her a pink man with shriveled skin stuffed into his suit smiled. It was knowing and unbothered; he stared down as calm as if he were choosing a sandwich. Simon Fairchild.

Of course The Vast would entertain a challenge from The Buried. The space around him appeared more than air; his very presence distorts that not bound to earth. His true distance away is impossible to gauge, he is both forever distant yet under only sky, a neighbor. She watches his wisplike white hair flap in the breeze. His calm slides into amusement. Niko’s curses and yells have grown louder now. She stops at what serves best for not too close; she observes.  

None of it is productive. Niko, poor desperate, witless Niko still clung to a blanket stitched from emotions. If she was an annoyance in the old world, now she was insufferable. She remained a prisoner as she’d always been. She’d been a prisoner of her desires, slave to her circumstance, yet another decimal point on a statistic. Yes The One Alone remembers those days before they’d embraced their natures; however faint the memories Niko had been a worm inching for the sky, for escape. Anything was better than bills and so many mouths to feed with so few helping hands. She notices the pockmark of holes littering the ground around Niko’s feet.

There are at least a hundred here. A hundred other worms that’d cherished denial at the crushing that finally bound them physically. They would never know the suffocation of an illusion of control as Niko does. They will smell rancid air and gargle on sod in those depths; they will wonder why them. There will be no answer; no release for their attempts at freedom. It is not the freeing isolation she has accepted. You weren’t even allowed to enjoy it; you couldn’t if you didn’t embrace it. She hears the curses grow louder followed by an earth splitting crack.  

Indeed the ground dents under Niko’s tap against it. A chorus of screams ring as one at another tear in the soil. The worms that’d never lived neither as humans nor now were rattled within their prisons. Simon answered the challenge and so their game at which Fear dominated the other began another wasteful chapter. Though it wasn’t her domain she felt a faint pulse spinning in the bottomless emptiness of the Falling Titan. If Simon knew she saw into his world he didn’t show it.

Honoka was there among his captives, falling, and falling. Falling with a soundless scream against the whipping winds; she was begging like the rest for a splat, for some grounded, definite end. Silly fool, nothing in this world had an end anymore. Once Honoka had been marked by The Vast; had she accepted it Simon might’ve welcomed another for his kind. The One Alone laughed in a sound near breathless and let her fog curl. Avatars serving the same master; they’d have torn each other apart.

One remained the superior number; alone the greatest of words.

Niko’s voice calls after her as she fades from view.

“…Nozomi! Always watching like a creep huh?”

The name reaches her faster than an arrow and pierces the impenetrable within her. It nests in what remains to be called her soul. It was a poison, a gate however small to expose the person long dead within her. To call out to what had been defined by failure, naivety, and longing.

The One Alone shudders as fog might. She makes her own way until silence embraces her tight.

[ibelieveinahappilyeverafter]

Convergence: Ishiro Serizawa

This is Godzilla fanfiction. I am warning my followers now so they can scroll past this and continue on with their day. This is also dedicated to my sister @thespiritofcliffhangers​. I better see some ‘Convergence: Madison Russell’ or so help me I will do it myself you know I will.

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Fandom: Godzilla (2014) | Godzilla: King of the Monsters (2019)

Characters: Dr. Ishiro Serizawa 

Rating: Teen Audiences

Summary: Dr. Ishiro Serizawa is a man of science who had been studying Godzilla for a lifetime, but before he studied science, he learned the stories his mother had whispered to him in the dark. She had always been fond of the stories about gods and their worshipers. It was fitting, he supposed, that his life ended as it had begun, chasing after the tales and myths of gods and legends.

Word Count: 1,238

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                                   Convergence: Ishiro Serizawa

The dark depths of the world’s oceans were often associated with the chill of ice and the touches of death, and yet Dr. Ishiro Serizawa could only feel a blistering, blinding heat that threatened to melt him from the inside out as if the very air he breathed through filters and a mechanical suit was magma attempting to sear its way down his throat.

Even as his lungs struggled and his breathing became shallow, Ishiro could only stare in awe at the cavern before him. He had seen a glimpse on their cameras, but to see it in person was breathtaking in more ways than one. Even as he struggled out of the craft and dragged the nuke with him, he could only marvel at the beauty, pain no more than a secondary thought.

This had truly been a place of worship, Ishiro mused to himself, eyes trailing from broken and withered statues to the mighty beast above him, spines towering above and reminding him of mountain peaks that were not meant to be climbed. He could have looked for an eternity, but a lance of pain shot through him, the pain equivalent to that of being shot. Sudden, overwhelming, and burning. Ishiro didn’t waver. Instead he carefully picked up the case that held their last hope and began climbing the stairs.

Each step felt like a mile walked and each lift of the case felt like a mile run. It was as if the weight of the world, or possibly forces even stronger, were dragging him down, forcing him to take each stair at a time like an insurmountable task that could never be overcome. He didn’t waver, though. He didn’t allow himself to lose focus, instead staring at the spines that shimmered in the magma’s light, flowing with each breath like they were still in water.

The sight before him reminded him of a time long since gone, when he was young and still believed in the tales his mother whispered to him as the world fell apart around them. Each step reminded him of whispered stories about the climb heroes would take to reach heaven and the sacrifices they would make to see divinity in the gods they believed in.

Ishiro believed in very little in the world, but he believed in this. He believed in him; in Gojira. It wasn’t merely the research they had done that showed these creatures were once gods in ancient times, it was the belief. Gojira had not been a god. He still was. It was the one thought Ishiro held clearly, climbing a path to divinity and the brilliance of a god.

Gods weren’t meant to be seen, he had once been told by his mother, so many years ago. The brilliance of a god was too much for mortal eyes and they do not survive after seeing them; not for long. Now he knew the science behind it. The radiation these kaiju gave off would be enough to kill any human if the human became too close. Emma had been right, in that. The radiation was powerful. His mother had been right, too.

Gifts to the gods were powerful things if accepted, she had whispered to him, hidden under blankets with a lantern between them, as if that would chase away the darkness. Gifts were nothing more than a human’s prayer and a human’s sacrifice, she confided, and to have that accepted, well. It led to powerful things, she had told him. Ishiro had not believed in those stories in a very long time, but he had never doubted the spirit of those words.

His colleagues - his friends - no doubt saw what he was doing as a heroic sacrifice for the greater good of a world that was in trouble. Others, he knew, would call him mad and label this moment as a suicidal gambal. His mother, though… She would call this sacrifice, as well, but she would not have called it heroic. Ishiro’s mother would call it worship.  

Clouded by a foggy mind he took out the nuke from the case he had carried it in and made sure it was set, his entire body burning, but his mind clearing as he realized that it was done. He had done what he needed to do and all that was left was to wait. With the clock ticking down on both the nuke and his body, Ishiro looked up with his father’s watch, his mother’s words, and saw the face of his god.

Stumbling and shambling steps took him closer before he even realized what he was doing, superheated air slipping into his lungs as his helmet hit the ground. The air he breathed burned; it burned so much that he felt like his body was turning into ash from the inside out, but he did not let himself stop as he crossed the distance to the one he had been studying for a lifetime. He did not stop until he crossed the distance to the god he had been worshiping for a lifetime.

Eyes looked into his own as his hand, shaking and unable to be stilled, touched his god and he knew, with no doubt, that he had been here before, in one way or the other.

This was a god he had worshiped for lifetimes and one he would always follow; no matter what disaster or grief came of it. He knew, with unwavering clarity, that coexistence was not just possible, it had happened. Time and time again these gods had emerged upon the world and eventually, no matter the story, it had ended in some form of coexistence between all. Emma had been right, but so had Ishiro.

“Goodbye.” The words were the easiest breath since he had arrived, and Ishiro felt the smile on his lips. “...old friend.”

Everything would be alright.

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The oceans of the world were cold and quiet and still as if life had only just begun, but there were places where the opposite was true. There were hidden secrets in the world not yet discovered where life and heat and fire lived, the energy of the world seeping up to create and change and alter and breathe life has it had done since the beginning of it all.

Radiation is a danger and it can destroy life quicker than any forest fire, but, as with all forest fires, life follows in the wake of devastation. Radiation does not heedlessly corrupt what has always existed, but brings instead the possibility of the new. It does not bring life, not always, but it carried with it the possibility of life.

Deep in the world where fire burns under chilled waters and radiation leaks up into the cracks of the world, an object sits upon what would have once been called a temple meant to leave offerings for the gods. The object would have been called curious, by some, and terrifying, by others, but all would know it’s form as that of an egg.

All would know it was an egg just from the way it shuddered, a crack splitting down the side loud and sudden and sharp, a gap showing a glimpse of movement. Radiation brings the possibility of life, but there are things in this world that bring the guarantee of life.

Let it be known that devoted worshipers are always blessed by their gods.

Always.

[mittensmorgul]

Hello. This might be a stupid one but; why didn't Michael showed himself to humanity? (Meaning mass revelation biblical style). He doesn't want an apocalyptic earth he already had that. So why take it by force? If he is not afraid of a god intervention, most of the people want peace not freedom and he is a bridge between 3 major monotheist beliefs.(did I missed something?) Thank you

Hi there! First of all, sorry this took so long to answer. And I’m gonna take a line here to apologize to everyone who’s asked me stuff that I haven’t replied to. Sometimes I just don’t know how to reply, sometimes I hold on to stuff to see it in my inbox (like nice things people say), and sometimes I save stuff for when I have the brain power to reply and then maybe never do actually come by that brain power… whoopsie… I am doing my best. :P

That said, let’s tackle Michael.

*waits for someone to take him out with a strong hit*

*still waiting*

Well fine. I’ll do this.

I think you may be misunderstanding exactly what Michael wants here. Michael doesn’t give a flying heck about people. If he wanted to be worshiped like a god, he probably could’ve had the whole planet on their knees in a matter of days, you know? Pull a Godstiel, but with a lot less murder and mayhem, perform a few miracles on international television, and bam. He could’ve had the whole population bowing to him.

But I reiterate, he does not care about PEOPLE.

I mean, we got the best look into Michael’s point of view in his conversation with Jack in 14.09:

Alternate Michael: Oh, but, Jack, we’re family. You know, in fact, we’re the only kin each other has left in this world.Jack: My uncle’s in the Cage. And you – you’re not family.Alternate Michael: Well, not literally, no. Our connection, our relation is more a matter of scale of power. Haven’t you learned yet? In this reality, monsters, humans, even angels – they are insects, atoms compared to us. But you [chuckles] – you’re just a child, a mere infant. For you, the past two years – the entirety of your existence – feel like eons. You don’t even know what time is. But you will. Real time, the time that makes mountains, that wipes out species. You’ll see it all with me.Jack: No.Alternate Michael: Year by year, century by century, and as your power returns and grows, we’ll only become more alike. Oh, I know. Your loyalty to Castiel, the Winchesters, the rest of humanity? It will fade. And so will the minor differences – angel armies versus monster armies, this Kansas City or that Kansas City, one world from another – they’ll fade, too. 

He doesn’t even consider other ANGELS as anything significant or noteworthy, you know? He’s essentially been driven demented by just having existed for so long, and watched so many other things rise and fall, evolve and go extinct. Everything else holds no real meaning to him. Things are born, things exist for a while, and then they disappear forever. Why bother forming any sort of attachment to anything?

It’s a horrific prospect, honestly. Jack is horrified by it. *WE* are supposed to be horrified by it.

Immortality… is not a gift… it’s a curse. And Michael proves that. He loves nothing but himself, because everything else will die.

His goal is not to amass a hoard of loving, devoted followers. His goal is to wreak as much havoc as possible in the process of reforming the world to whatever he thinks would be most interesting to him right now. We have no idea what that would look like, because I don’t even think Michael knows. He’s like a scientist just throwing random stuff into a vat to see what happens. Oh, that combination of things exploded! This other combination made poison gas! Moving on to the next thing… just leave those other experiments there smoldering in ruin. It just breaks up the boredom for him, and then he’s on to the next thing. Because nothing at all really matters to him.

So the question for Michael is… why not take it by force? He’d done it once with angels, and this go-around he’s decided to try the same thing with monsters. But they’re all monsters who are explicitly under his control via his grace making them essentially his puppets. They’re not even operating of their own free will, technically. They’re just extensions of Michael’s will at this point. He’s not looking to make them all into his devotees, or remaking the world for them to enjoy. Because again, they’re only temporary fixtures in the universe, from Michael’s perspective. He doesn’t care about them or what they want, despite that having been his question to everyone at the beginning of the season.

I suppose I should address that here, for the purposes of understanding how I’ve been looking at him. Yes, his question was “what do you want?” But he didn’t really care what anyone wanted, beyond attempting to discover which group (humans, demons, angels, monsters) was both honest about what they wanted, and simplistic in their desires. Because strangely enough, that’s what Michael needed in the group he chose for his army. He needed a group with simple goals that he could use for his own purposes.

Humans are too messy and complicated. Even ensnaring the entire population in a Divine Revelation sort of way wouldn’t guarantee complete submission, you know? Not to mention the fact that Michael and Lucifer both (and even Raphael) have never, ever, thought that humans deserved that place of love God had ordered the angels revere humanity with. I think Michael resents humanity just as much as Lucifer and Raphael ever did.

There just weren’t enough angels to make a functional army for him, and Heaven is in shambles. He’d already failed to eradicate humanity and wrest control of the world with a full angel army in his own universe, so he wasn’t even really interested in trying to recruit the few angels who are left here.

We know he approached demons, and talked to at least Kip from 14.01. But as we know of demons, they have their own wants. They’re conniving, cunning, and tricksy. I mean, look at Kip’s answer to Michael from 14.01:

Kip: You see, recently, I had a revelation. You know, somebody asked me what it was that I wanted. And I realized that after 600 years as a demon walking the planet, destroying, drinking, defiling – you know, the Three D’s – I didn’t know. So, I sat back, and I gave it a good think, and I realized exactly what I wanted.Castiel: And what is it?Kip: Everything.

So he wanted EVERYTHING? Well, funny enough, that’s kinda the opposite of what Michael wanted in an army, you know? Michael wanted mindless, ravenous soldiers he could control completely. Whose desires were uncomplicated enough that he wouldn’t have to care about keeping them content beyond the very basic.

That left him with monsters. And yes, not all monsters are mindless killing machines.

I mean, think of the vampires from Michael’s AU. They WERE reduced to animalistic eating machines, nearly starving to death because there just weren’t any more people to feed on, and they were beneath Michael’s notice, just like mosquitoes or mud. I mean, why would he care what they wanted?

Because what they wanted was to be able to feed without persecution. Also from 14.01:

Michael: Now, you – you know exactly what you want. You don’t pretend to want to help people… or save the world. Your want is pure and simple… and clean. And that’s why you are worth saving. That’s why we are going to work so well together. Because you – you just want to eat.

Not because Michael admired this quality, or thought it was “worth saving” in its own right, but because it made them useful to him for his purposes. He’s essentially using them to hoover up all the other intelligent life on the planet. What would happen, theoretically, when all the people were gone? When all their food dried up? Michael said he intended to have all the monsters turn all the humans in Kansas City. Well, what THEN? What would all those monsters eat once the entire population of the world were monsters?

It would be chaos, is what. It would likely provide a few years or even decades of entertainment for Michael to watch unfold before he’d have to find something else to amuse himself with. But again, he just does not care. Which makes him possibly the most dangerous villain the show has ever seen.

Even Amara cared about something, you know? Even the Leviathan intended to just take over the planet and create a never-ending perfect human food supply for themselves.

But this is even worse than Raphael restarting the Apocalypse out of ennui. Michael’s a nihilist. He doesn’t want to be loved or worshiped. He doesn’t want to convert the world to bow to him. He does not care.

[wheredidhiseyebrowsgo]

A Sterek Shape Of Water AU!!!! Or anything that remotely resembles this!! I'm dying plz help!!

I couldn’t find any fics specifically Shape of Water AU, so here’s some mermaid fics! And mermaid!Derek and mermaid!Stiles tags.  - Anastasia

What the Water Gave Me by MellytheHun

(1/1 I 2,790 I Mature)

Stiles returns to thank and further harass his savior.

Beacon Gills by kitsunequeen

(1/1 I 4,226 I Teen)

“Derek,” Erica singsongs loudly. Rather than knocking on the rather flimsy-looking piece of driftwood, she grabs a coconut filled with seashells and shakes it violently. “We’ve got a surprise for you!”

“I hate surprises,” Derek answers, voice slightly muffled through the door. “Aren’t you supposed to be out exploring the caves with Isaac?”

“He has some special guests tonight,” Boyd says. “And so do you.”

Derek doesn’t answer right away, and Stiles can almost imagine him sighing.

“Come in,” he yields finally. “You know it’s unlocked.”

Erica flings the door open, nudges Stiles inside, and slams it behind him.

“Surprise!” she yells, and then Stiles can hear her and Boyd’s footsteps quickly retreating.

Oh, shit.

—

When Stiles accompanies Scott on a trip to his uncle’s beach house, he gets more than he bargained for after running into a pack of mermaids with a particularly attractive leader…

Merwolf Soulmates by Divinae

(2/2 I 4,956 I Not Rated)

Stiles, a merman, has longed for life outside the ocean. But, the only way to gain his human form is if his soulmate is from land.

Of course, life isn’t easy on Stiles when he finally met him… and his soulmate runs away.

Now, time isn’t on his side. If he doesn’t find his soulmate in time, he’ll be doomed.

You Make Me All Achy by Emela

(1/1 I 10,965 I Mature)

It was only when Derek’s head broke the water’s surface, he realised what was happening - he was being pulled under - and pushing against the boy, flung himself back out of reach, breathing heavily- from fear or the kiss, he couldn’t tell.

“What-” he began to ask but the boy raised his hand, cutting him off, staring at Derek wide-eyed, a look of great surprise on his face, before vanishing into the lake.

It was then that Derek saw it; the golden, red tail where a pair of legs should have been.

OR

The one in which Stiles is a merman, tries to drown Derek, but when he kisses him falls in love with him instead. (Oh, Stiles.)

Wolf of the Waters by orphan_account

(1/1 I 12,385 I Explicit)

An AU in which Derek flees to his family’s vacation home on the coast in an attempt to leave behind Beacon Hills and all its ghosts. Stiles is a bold young merman who likes to feel the sun on his scales and isn’t about to give up his favorite place to sun bathe just because a brooding werewolf has moved into the long abandoned beach house. Mythical creatures abound and romance is in abundance.

The Mermaid AU Nobody Asked For by IdSellMySoulForRecentlyUpdatedFanfiction

(8/? I 14,019 I Not Rated)

After being thrown into the world of the supernatural after Scott is bitten by a rogue alpha werewolf, Stiles is forced to take a position of power and help the werewolf learn control. After events that get gradually more and more fucked, Stiles takes in one to many strays and people in need and ends up the alpha of a pack consisting of way too many different species. When the human makes it his personal goal to keep Beacon safe from the (unfairly attractive) murderers that try to steal away citizens and drag them into the water, he and his pack end up being a target of the “mermen and mermaids” that inhabit the ocean around Beacon. Come watch as things get actively more fucked than before.

No Oceans Left by zoemathemata

(1/1 I 14,207 I Teen)

Stiles has always been a merman. He just never knew how to tell anyone. He hasn’t shifted since his mom died.

Mermaider by nothing_left_sacred

(3/3 I 15,517 I Mature)

“So what you’re saying is; you’re a mermaid princess.” Erica concluded.

“Yes, clearly. That is what I am saying. Thank you for putting it so concisely.” Stiles sassed, frowning at her. He wasn’t fucking Ariel; this was so far from being a Disney movie it wasn’t even funny.

Or the one where a perfectly normal Beach Vacation escalates way too quickly, because this is Stiles’ life.

Alone Together by asocialfauxpas (fuzzytomato)

(1/1 I 16,277 I Explicit)

Derek has lost his pack. Stiles has lost his pod. They find each other on the high seas.

Part of Your World by Jenetica

(7/? I 21,382 I Explicit)

Derek’s a werewolf. Stiles is a merman. They’re not supposed to work.

Luckily, they’re both determined to prove that particular fact false.

Blue Tide Pulling Me Under by the_flawless_four

(1/1 I 32,612 I Teen)

Derek honestly does love his job, which not everyone can say.

He may work six days out of the week, he may have a poor social life outside of his coworkers (who also happen to be his only friends), and his love life may be in shambles, but he loves what he does. Nothing makes him feel better than helping the creatures under his care. His life is fine, and he is happy where he is. It’s never any trouble for him to care.

“As long as you don’t get attached.” Lydia pointed out.

“I never do.”

“We’ll see.” She said doubtfully.

Derek’s content life got turned upside down when a merman by the name of Stiles comes in, severely injured by the hands of a poacher. In the midst of figuring out who did this, and caring for Stiles, Derek does what he was warned against.

He got attached.

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Taveau, the Duros, and the Magical Sonic Shower

HE’S BACK, HE’S STILL DRUNK AND HE’S STILL A COMPLETE TRASH MAN(dalorian) GET READY FOR THE CONTINUED ADVENTURES OF TAVEAU STARSIDE (in association with my buddies’ characters Grif the human and RRRRAWWWFWJDLDAARRRRRR the wookie, and introducing a Mystery Woman). 

Long post (very long this time) below the cut, featuring fuzzy copilots, failed perception checks, and reality-bending Nat 20s 

Session 2 opens with me reminding everyone that I’m drunk driving and asking DM SpeedyJellyfish if I crash into the side of the spaceport building. He tells me to roll. 

I have a +8 to the Pilot skill, so the score I ended up with was a 23. 

DM: you LOOK like you’re going to crash-Grif and Rralwarr (that’s apparently how we spell the Wookie’s name that I was hearing as ‘Rowler’ before) are clinging to their seats in the back; at one point Grif slides off and Rralwarr grabs him-but at the last moment you make a perfect 90 degree turn and come to a complete stop right next to the building. 

Me: I step out of the cockpit and bow deeply. And then almost fall over.

Grif: I try not to throw up. 

Rralwarr: I am scarred for life! 

DM, to Grif: Roll constitution. 

Grif: (5) 

Joey: ...you lose it. You stumble out of the speeder and it all comes up. ...Other than that you’re fine.

We enter the spaceport and it’s empty and abandoned (not surprising, considering there’s an invasion happening) except for a single, distant figure. As we notice it, DM tells us it’s a Duros, but it’s too far away to really tell much about it-- (Grif does really well on a perception roll) oh in that case, it’s a female Duros in a dark flight suit and boots. 

Meanwhile, Rralwarr’s player H made a joke about ‘making a good perception roll in real life’ because he’d realized that T, M’s girlfriend, was now on Roll20 and was probably going to be playing that character. And lo and behold, she was. Her character’s name is Umbra. 

T (Umbra) then makes her own Perception roll and gets a 13, so DM describes what the group approaching her looks like to her. 

DM: You see a human, a wookie, and something in Mandalorian armor. It appears humanoid. The wookie is taller—seems very well armed. The shorter male human seems to have a bit of a swagger about him, and his clothes look decent but a bit scorched. The third figure appears to be in some kind of vaguely Mandalorian armor, brownish-like, and a poncho. That person you can’t tell much about, but he or she seems to be stumbling a bit, like it’s either very sleepy or drunk.

Grif begins to approach the Duros, and I declare my intention of “sort of mindlessly shambling after him.” Rralwarr says he’s going to grab onto me and hold me in place. DM says “roll a grapple check” and 

we 

both 

roll 

an 

11. 

DM: ......Oh. Well that’s a contested grapple check. Um. Rralwarr, you try to grab him but he just sort of.... wobbles away from you... Like, you’re not even sure Taveau knows what he’s doing, but you fail to get a firm grip on him. 

Me, after I’m done “wobbling” around Rralwarr’s attempts at restraint: I follow Grif. 

H (Rralwarr): I follow to make sure Taveau’s blaster doesn’t go off. 

Me: I’m not touching my blaster! 

H: That’s what YOU think! 

Me, remembering last session’s crit fail: ...You Have A Point

We approached T’s character Umbra and Grif struck up a conversation with her which resulted in her offering us a ride in the shadiest language possible. I didn’t get notes on her opening speech because it was long and I was just fangirling over having another girl in the group, but it gave off a very, very strong aura of ‘sly, arrogant trickster who’s likely to double-cross you at every step of the way’. 

Also, brief context: Rralwarr did really badly on a “lore” roll earlier in the campaign, before I was there; so badly that they’re still making jokes about how he originally thought that Hypori was a tropical planet full of beaches. 

Grif: What matters is that we need to get all three of us to Hypori. 

Umbra: Hypori. Hypori, y’say? Why Hypori? 

Grif: Well 

Rralwarr: Don’t tell her! 

Grif: ...My wookie friend, here, is completely convinced it’s a tropical paradise, and he’s dying to get to Hypori, so... You know, I try to humor him. I’m thinking, once he figures it out, the shock might knock some sense into him. 

Rralwarr: ...You’re really enjoying the fact that nobody else here can understand what I’m saying, aren’t you. 

Grif: :) 

Umbra tells us, shadily in her shady way, that for the right price, she can ‘get us a ship’. Meanwhile, 

Me: Taveau sits down on the floor. 

Rralwarr: Wookie is satisfied! (that I’m not going to accidentally shoot anyone from here)

Umbra, pausing her Bad Guy Speech: ...Is your Mandalorian, ish, friend okay?

Grif: Oh, yeah, he’s fine. He’s been through some rough patches, I think he just woke up an hour ago. 

Taveau: Yyyyyyep. 

Umbra: What sort of rough patches? 

Grif: Oh well you know, there’s the invasion, for one thing. 

Umbra: Invasion? Of what? 

Taveau: Oh, did you miss the invasion, too? 

Umbra: ...There’s been no invasion, to my knowledge... 

Taveau: Aaaaeeeyyyy, you’re just as much of an idiot as I am! 

Grif, making a very halfhearted attempt to smooth things over, tells her she’s ‘just as sane as I (Taveau) am’ and I point out that that might be considered an insult. Grif tries to Persuade her that that’s not what he meant... and rolls poorly, while Umbra rolls a high Perception. 

DM: Yeah, she is not convinced, and she is a little insulted. 

Me: I’m just laughing at all this. 

After Grif mentions the court hearing (that they missed, before the session where I joined) Umbra goes ‘oh, so is it your face I’ve been seeing on the holo-posters?’ but is required by the DM to make a Deception check (because that’s blatantly not the case, and Grif of all people should know) and doesn’t do very well. 

Grif: Wanted posters? What no why would I be on a wanted poster--the invasion happened before we could get to court! 

Umbra: Ah, must’ve been someone else then. 

Grif: Anyway. May we see these ships? Don’t like putting my money into something I haven’t seen yet. 

Me: Taveau is now completely prone on the floor. 

Rralwarr: Wookie is further satisfied. 

DM, to me: Roll constitution. 

Me: Why? 

DM: To see if you pass out on the floor. 

Me: OK you’re right that would totally happen--(and yet, I pass the roll and remain awake). 

Umbra leads Grif off to the docking bay, and Rralwarr hangs out near my limp body, watching them from a diplomatic distance. 

Umbra: Alright, this is the docking bay. Behind some of these doors are ships. Some of them could probably take you to Hypori. Some of them... you really don’t want to open. But I’m not just going to open any of these doors. Like this one? Yeah, it’s got a ship behind it... But it’s got a wicked security system, and I lost the key. So if you want a ship, then... It’s gonna cost 2000 credits. Or, behind this door... go in there and see about getting you a ship for about... 1500 credits? Or you could just pick one of the doors, but... the security systems in this place are pretty tight. 

Grif: Now, I don’t want anyone to get hurt here! I feel like you’re telling me to run headlong into danger, and if I got hurt, my friend here would be very upset. 

Rralwarr: *moves a little closer* 

Grif: *does well on his Persuade roll* 

Umbra: *does well on her Perception roll; can definitely tell that Rralwarr is giving her A Look from across the room* 

DM, interpreting the rolls: Umbra is definitely intimidated by this, she kind of shrinks back a bit, looks a little defensive... seems like she might be willing to lower her prices.

Umbra:  Yeaaaah... I, I, I’ve heard of a few wookies... not bein too happy when someone got hurt... Tell you what, I gotta make a living too tho. For the first door, I’ll go down to 1470, and for the second door, mmm 1250.

Grif: Oh come on now... 

DM: Is Taveau still lying on the floor? 

Me: Yep. 

DM: Roll Perception! 

Me: ...Okay? (rolls low) 

DM: MMmm. Nope! You don’t notice anything :) 

Me: 

Me: I Feel Uncomfortable 

Me: But Taveau does not, and is very much enjoying the experience of being completely relaxed on this nice cool floor. 

I ask DM to describe the floor. He says it’s kind of like a Walmart floor. Taveau’s standards are low. It is a smooth horizontal surface & he is very drunk. He continues to enjoy it, blissfully ignorant of anything that might have required a good Perception roll to notice. Meanwhile, while we’re having technical difficulties with showing T (the new player) how to use Roll20, I ping her character a couple of times on the screen. She responds with: 

Umbra: Your drunken friend is eyeing me... 

Me: Oh, is that what I’m doing? Just... staring at your boots, across the floor? 

M (Grif): Shiiiiiny. 

Rralwarr, who’d been checking on whether the computers had access to cameras showing the ships (they didn’t), then Percepted on the doors and went over to tell what he’d noticed (notably, that they were equipped with cameras AND GUN TURRETS) to Grif. Grif, now even more on edge, continues trying to bargain with Umbra, and DM then tells me to make another perception roll, and this time I get a 15. 

DM: OK... So close to the floor, Taveau, you can hear something. You hear a rumbling noise, that seems to be coming closer, but you can’t really tell what it is, or where exactly it’s coming from. 

Me: I get up a little bit, like up on my elbows, and see if I can figure out where it’s coming from. (decent tactics roll) 

DM: It’s coming from the direction of the city, heading in your direction. 

Me: I get up and lurch over towards Grif and the Wookie and go “hey uhhh do you guys like, do you guys hear somethin”

Grif, still attempting to haggle with Umbra: --scuse me, one moment—what now?

(His *sweetie, not now, mommy’s talking to her adult friends* voice was something to be marveled at.) 

Taveau: Do you uh. Did you, like. Can you guys uhhh hear somethin? Like, a rumbling, like... I thought I heard somethin. 

Me: I flop back down on the floor. 

(Imagine the CLONK of drunk-human-filled armor just dropping down onto this jank WalMart tile spaceport) 

Rralwarr: I gently get down on the floor too. 

(No clonk. The soft sound of a very large teddy bear settling itself onto the floor of the WalMart Space Tiles.) 

DM: Roll Perception! (He doesn’t do very well.) You hear something. But you can’t tell if it’s a speeder bike, an army of droids or a herd of rancors.

Then Umbra rolls, and gets a nat 20. 

DM: Oh you know instantly what this is. You jump up off the floor and go “yep that’s a squad of droids coming this way, they’ll be here in 10 minutes.” 

Grif: SON OF A BANTHA THEN WE NEED TO GET OFF THIS PLANET LET’S GO 

Umbra: Well, yes, but I still expect to be paid first--

Rralwarr: I Shall Intimidate Her (rolls a 22) 

Umbra: (makes a roll to resist this and gets a 10) 

DM: You are very very very very intimidated, cuz he just stomps up and roars at you. 

Grif: I’m sure you understand, we’re just trying to get out of here. Once we’re safe in space I’ll offer you some compensation.

Umbra: I... Still expect to be paid upfront.... 

DM: I don’t think you understand. You have just been... very. Intimidated. 

Me: I felt the vibrations from the deafening wookie roar travel through the floor and through my helmet and into my face. 

DM: Yeah, you’re more concerned about not getting your arms ripped off than about getting paid up front. 

Umbra: ....Okay....

Grif: Now just get us to the best ship-- 

Umbra: Best ship? Oh you didn’t say anything about getting the best ship--

Grif, losing it:  Just give us any ship and it’ll be the best ship cuz it’ll be what’s left because EVERYTHING ELSE IS GOING TO BE DESTROYED WHEN THE DROIDS GET HERE! 

Taveau, still prone on the floor, pounds lethargically on the floor a couple times and goes “hear, hear...” 

Umbra is convinced. But she’s not happy about it, and she’s not a huge fan of us. She opens one of the hangar doors no problem, and successfully resets the alarms after letting herself through. Grif immediately trips the alarms while attempting to follow her, and T provides sound effects. 

T: WEE WOO WEE WOO WEE WOO! 

Taveau: THANKS FOR YOUR “HELP”, LADY! 

Umbra then has to make another mechanics roll to unlock the ship. She gets another nat 20. 

DM:  Mmm okay! You take your probe, and just slide it smoothly into the access port and the hatch opens up, the lights turn on, you can hear the engine powering, it sounds like everything is working perfectly, and not only that but you see that there is a nice hot pot of caf sitting inside the gangway. Fun things happen when you nat 20. 

Grif: ooh caf! I love caf-- 

Taveau: I NEED THIS

Rralwarr, to Grif: Yeah let him have it, if he’s gonna fly this thing I think he needs it more. 

Taveau takes off his helmet and dumps two-thirds of the caf into it. Since this is the first time his helmet has come off, they ask me to describe him. He’s a youngish human man with short, dark hair and beard, darkish tan skin nicked with scars. He hands the rest of the pot to Grif, and walks off sipping caf from his helmet. 

Taveau: Grif. You can have the rest. 

Grif: ....Why thank you. 

Rralwarr: But at what cost 

DM, to me: Roll constitution. (Mediocre.) Yeah, you’re good, nothing unusual happens but Taveau is now slightly more awake. 

Taveau is in fact awake enough to get the ship up off the ground with a single pilot roll this time. Meanwhile, Umbra has disappeared, after sneakily making a few rolls and communicating with the DM behind the scenes--we knew they were up to something because one of her messages that was supposed to be whispered (visible only to him) wasn’t formatted correctly and came up in the public chat. The DM tells us we’re not currently being shot at, but if we want to continue to avoid that we should use the ship’s radar to figure out where the droids are. Taveau is flying and Grif has a better use computer skill, so he goes and does that, leading to this exchange: 

DM: The droid ships are mostly on the dayside of the planet. 

Grif: Taveau, fly into nighttime—

Rralwarr: “Fly into nighttime”??

Grif: Shoosh I’m trying to be useful. Hey, fly to the night side of the planet, there aren’t any separatist ships over there. 

Me, blanking on how to respond and temporarily becoming Travis McElroy (Adventure Zone’s “I do that!” man): Thank you, yep, I do that. 

DM: Meanwhile~.... (rolls a 1d4 and gets a 4) Oh. Well, the little gift that Umbra left you explodes, but she placed it terribly so it falls into an empty cargo hold and does nothing. (He explains that a 1 would have knocked out the main engines, a 2 or 3 would have damaged the shields or other secondary systems, and a 4 avoided real damage entirely.) 

Taveau, only aware that there was just a very sudden, very close explosion: WHAT WAS THAT WHAT JUST HAPPENED 

Rralwarr goes to check and tells Grif what he learned; then Grif has to communicate that to Taveau, who doesn’t understand Shyriiwook (wookiespeak). Grif decides to do this by using the most complicated sentence structure and the most specific jargon he possibly can, resulting in Taveau, who is Literally Too Drunk for This(TM) and just wants to know in words small enough to absorb while drunk driving a spaceship whether the thing he’s in is about to explode, shouting at him: 

Taveau: USE NORMAL WORDS WHAT HAPPENED 

Grif: 

Grif: Bomb in cargo bay. Didn’t damage anything important. 

Taveau: GOOD THANK YOU 

DM, to me: Can you walk Grif and Rralwarr through making a hyperspace jump? (I roll pretty well; Grif and Rralwarr roll to see how well they understand me and Rralwarr does better than Grif.) ...Okay, he explains it very thoroughly, though a bit too fast and with a lot of slurring, so, Grif, you’re still kind of lost. Rralwarr, you get it, so you make the jump. (Another passing roll and a hyperspace jump later): You did it, congratulations. You’ll be in hyperspace for about an hour, if you want to rest. 

H (Rralwarr): Would Han Solo be proud of me? 

DM: I mean, you didn’t do a great job, you’re still a beginner; you just kind of... made it work. So no, Han Solo would not be impressed. 

H: Would Chewbacca be impressed, though? 

DM: Chewbacca was Han Solo’s navigator, he was the one who calculated the jumps to hyperspace for him, remember? So no, Chewbacca would not be impressed. 

Rralwarr: :/

Me: So are you in the copilot seat now? I just kind of silently reach over and fist-bump you after you make the jump.

Rralwarr: :D

Grif goes off to explore the ship, and the DM describes it to him. 

DM: There are 4 cabins each with a small single bed-- 

H (Rralwarr): How small? D: 

DM: ...You might could fit. 

Me, remembering a thought I’d had earlier, about the unlikelihood of Taveau having had a shower anytime recently: Is there a shower? 

DM: There is a small shower, yes. It’s a sonic shower, to conserve water. 

Me: A what now

DM: It’s a type of shower in the Star Wars universe that cleans you without water. 

T (Umbra), snickering from the background:  Clean with the soundwaves. SCARE the germs down the drain. 

DM:  Moving on, there’s a small food prep area, a few weeks’ worth of food, a lot of instant caf, and one bottle... one single bottle... of koati(?) rum. 

Grif: Ooh :D I take the rum and I claim a cabin. 

Rralwarr: I also claim a cabin... Do I fit in the bed? 

DM: Roll an acrobatics check! 

H: WHAT

Me: To see if you can curl up small enough to fit? :D 

H: ..... 

DM: (observes roll) Yep, you fit. Sort of. Your neck might be sore when you get up, but you fit. 

Me: I’m going to take a shower. 

DM: roll dex. 

Me: ...For getting into the shower...? Oh. Oh my gosh you’re right I’m so drunk. Oh no... (nat 20) OH 

DM: OH. OKAY THEN. (thinks for a minute) You get in the shower, you disrobe in the shower and switch it on, and you feel the vibrations from the sonic waves start, and you feel your body start vibrating along with them. And you’re not sure what is happening but you kind of like it. So you keep vibrating for a few minutes and then you’re like, OK, I should probably get out. And you put your clothes back on and get out, and then you realize... you’re not drunk anymore. 

Me: Not even slightly??

DM: Nope. You’re back to normal. 

Me: I’m not even hung over!? 

DM: Nope. You’re still a little tired but you’re OK. 

H (Rralwarr): Hide the rum

DM: are you all resting? Roll to see how much you recover. 

So the session ended with a mysteriously de-drunk-ified Taveau returning to the cockpit and curling up in the pilot’s seat to take a nap while the others rested in their cabins. The strange properties of the vibrating shower will mystify him for days to come, but in a place where people throw rocks with their minds and giant slugs run crime rings, it’s honestly not all that strange, and he’s able to shrug it off as just another weird quirk of the universe and go to sleep. 

I wonder what he dreams of. 

[Episode 1]

[Episode 3]

[chemicalmagecraft]

I Would Totally Kick Jiraiya’s Butt Chapter 15

Usagi

"I'm tellin' ya, boss, it was some kinda monster," the now one-armed bandit explained to his leader as another bandit bandaged his bleeding stump. "It did... something to Koji, and he turned into some sorta zombie."

"And did either of those monsters rip off your arm?" the red-haired woman asked impassively. Ah yes, she would do nicely. Her body was compatible enough with my power that I wouldn't have to worry about replacing it for a while and she appeared to be an awful human being, so I wouldn't have any guilt from ending her life. Despite her looks she was definitely not an Uzumaki, so I had no reason to worry about that, either. I was currently in the process of extending a light telepathic touch into all the minds present, sorting through their memories to find a way to possess her, as well as stealing what procedural memories of theirs that I found useful.

He shook his head, a fearful look in his eye. Perhaps I was a bit too harsh on him... "No, Koji bit me. I ran, and..." He shuddered. "My arm... it went numb, and the same weird markings that appeared where the... thing... touched Koji started to appear on my arm. I... I didn't risk it."

"Wise," the bandit leader said. He smiled weakly at her.

An then one of her knives was buried in his gut. "Don't take any risks," she murmured into his ear as he breathed his last. That poor, sweet fool. Well, not sweet. If there was any word that could describe her less, I had yet to find it from my delving into her or her subordinates' minds. My point, though, is that a zombie is much harder to kill than a normal man. The red markings sprouted from his good arm, and with inhuman speed the freshly-made monster sank its new claws into the man who was bandaging it just moments ago. The woman snarled as the markings spread across both zombies. She managed to decapitate the original, but my second zombie evaded her blade and shambled toward another bandit, which it bit. I let a few of the bandits survive, but my small-scale zombie apocalypse led to the deaths of most of the scofflaws.

The leader of what was now considerably fewer bandits slammed her fist on the wall in rage as she surveyed the corpses left behind. "Damn," she growled as they dissolved into red dust. "At least they won't be coming back..."

"You do care, boss!" one of the survivors cheered.

"I don't care one bit about you idiots and if I hadn't just lost most of my men I'd have killed you for that moronic comment," she said coldly. She meant it, too. "We need to recruit, and that means we need more money. Secure the base, we can't leave anyone on guard." If I had a mouth, I'd have smiled. I needed the practice, after all. Their hideout was an abandoned mine, secluded and buried in a mountain. Not to mention the gold stored within, even if I would want to give some back to the villages they were stealing from. And they were leaving it for me. How thoughtful.

kukukuku~

"Are you sure you want to do that?" Neji asked me.

I shrugged and licked my lips. "Not gonna get any better at fighting by going easy," I said.

"Yeah, but you pretty much need your powers to take me down if I activate Furnace." Neji's pseudo-jinchuriki power. We started calling it Furnace because with how unique it was it pretty much deserved a unique name. Technically, his red chakra reserves were abysmal. However, we found out that whenever he exerted himself he could activate it to essentially let himself generate more, though he'd only keep it for so long when not exerting himself.

End result, his power steadily grew the longer he fought. He also gained power each time he hit or was hit. It had a few limitations and placed strain on his body the more he used it, but as far as I knew he could theoretically fight a bijū if he built up enough, maybe even Kaguya. That'd probably kill him, though...

"And how else am I supposed to change that?" I asked. I got into my stance. "Let's do this before I change my mind."

His eyes turned red, with a white slit pupil because of his Byakugan. "Your funeral..."

A few moments later...

"Owwwww," I groaned. "My... pride..."

"I didn't even get warmed up at all," Neji smugly remarked from where he was sitting on my spine, pinning me. I didn't ask him to get up because I was sucking off the last dregs of his red chakra. For whatever reason I couldn't assimilate Furnace, but I could still steal Neji's red chakra to heal myself and stuff.

"You okay, dude?" I asked.

"As I said, I barely got warmed up. My body is fine." After he activated Furnace for the first time, he'd ended up bedridden for an hour because of the strain it put on his body. When he started to test it, he pretended he was fine even though he kept using it past his limits. He ended up too sick to stand for weeks. It was actually around that time that he managed to figure out natural energy manipulation, probably because he was stuck in bed and bored out of his mind for so long. "I probably should let myself cool down for a bit, but I'm assuming you'll want to fight me without Furnace anyways."

I snorted. "Jerk. And here I was worried about you."

He got up. He had an amused smile. "Let's go another round, then."

kukukuku~

"I'm sore," I complained as we walked through the halls.

"You hit me a few times," Neji dismissed.

"You hit me more..."

"And whose fault was that?" I rolled my eyes and lightly punched him on the shoulder. He sage-flicked me. I was about to retort, but I felt a familiar signature when I opened up my senses, so...

"Is that Ino?" I asked, jerking my head in the direction of the compound's main entrance. I knew this was going to happen for a while. I'd been keeping tabs on her in a totally not creepy way because if it. I was also keeping tabs on Sakura, but that was more to see what the effects of that strange power were on her body. She accidentally ripped a door off its hinges more than once, which would've been pretty hilarious if it weren't for the angst it was giving her...

"That feels like her. I wonder why she's here." He used his Byakugan for a moment. I pulled out a compact mirror I'd made to be compatible with my scrying jutsu and looked at her as well. "Does she have a flower?" She was walking up to the door with a flower in her hand, yes.

I sighed. "I'm not good with flowers, but I'm pretty sure that's a forget-me-not. Pretty sure she's here for me, I'll go deal with her."

Neji insisted on hiding in the background while I greeted Ino, because she wasn't exactly subtle about her childish crush. I really hoped I wouldn't lose her as a friend, though... Just in case, I used my power to try to find the best path forward. I really hoped my life wouldn't become some sort of anti-dating simulator...

I opened the door. "Ino. Why are you here and holding a flower that symbolizes true love?" I'd learned some hanakotoba from her, but to be honest I just knew it from looking ahead in the script.

She smiled and held it out to me. "I came to confess my true love to you, Kouki."

I took a deep breath, trying very, very hard not to sigh. "Ino, no offense, I love you like a friend, but we are both four years old and you have no idea what true love is."

That confused her. "But... you saved me?"

Why do romance stories have to be so romanticized? Don't... don't answer that... "I'm your friend. Of course I saved you. But I don't love you like that and you don't love me like that because as I just said, we're both children."

She lowered the flower. This was a little harsh, but she needed to hear it. "Oh. Yeah. I guess I look stupid to you now, huh?"

I shrugged. "To be fair, you have a level of wisdom appropriate to our age. It just so happens that being wise as a four-year-old is an outlier."

"What?"

"You're a kid. You're allowed to be stupid."

She thought about that for a moment. "So... you're not mad at me or anything?"

"You're my friend. Of course not." I smiled. It probably wasn't the best smile, but at least Ino didn't run in terror... "Hey, if you want, I can show you a really cool jutsu."

She nodded. "Sure!" As I walked past, I gave Neji a smug grin when I saw his jaw on the floor. I'm sure he was expecting some kind of awkwardness.

To be fair, so was I.

kukukuku~

Chikage

Sarutobi Hiruzen sighed as he returned to his room after a long day of paperwork. Even with a shadow clone, it was just so slow. Seriously, I was so bored, and I was just watching over his shoulder! I can't even imagine having to do paperwork... He closed the door, locking it. "You're here, aren't you, Kouki?" Half right. Eh, I'll give it to him.

His shadow moved to be in front of him. "How perceptive of you," my voice seemed to come from the shadow. I couldn't exactly speak when my body was literally flat against the wall, but I could very much trick people's brains into thinking I could. My arm peeled off of the floor, keeping its pitch coloration. I raised my other arm, then used them to "pull" myself off of the floor, still in the form of a shadowy Hokage. I did a few stretches. "Man, staying in one shadow for hours kills my back, apparently. I don't even know how that works, considering the fact that I don't even have a form as a shadow..." I changed back to my humanoid form and licked my lips.

"I know that Kouki is responsible in some way, but what are you?" he asked me.

"Rude," I said, faux-offended. "You don't hear me asking you humans what you are. Though to be fair I already know."

He frowned. "You're like Kouki, but not quite. Who are you, then?"

"Did I really never tell you about me?" I paused and thought for a moment. "Or would it be better to ask if we never told you about me... I'm still not sure how pronouns work with our unique situation..."

"What, exactly, is the answer to my question?"

I shrugged. "I'm Kouki and Kouki is me. We're two halves of the same whole, at the moment."

"What are you..." He frowned and closed his eyes. "Red chakra?" he said when he opened them.

I nodded. "I've been purified of almost all of my humanity, the same as how Kouki's removed most of the red chakra from himself. He's weaker, I'm stronger, and because we're two separate entities we have independent thoughts and can be in two places at once, as you can tell. And we can recombine at any time." I sat down in midair. "Call me Chikage."

"I suppose that that makes sense... That sounds like a useful jutsu. Though why are you a girl?"

I examined my blackened claws. "Why not?"

"And I suppose that's also why you're wearing a frilly dress?"

"It's called gothic lolita, and the best thing about being made of chakra is the fact that I can more or less freely shapeshift. Now, sit down." I gestured behind him, where I'd pulled up a chair without him noticing. I also made an illusion that made both his chair and the air I was sitting on look like identical, ornate seats. "We have business to attend to."

"The Uchiha massacre, I assume?" I nodded. A table with a deck of fancy-looking cards "appeared" in between us. I really love genjutsu.

"In one year today Itachi will be forced to kill his entire clan, with the exception of his brother." I picked up the top card from the deck and flipped it over. The Tower. "And obviously we would prefer this not to happen." I reversed the position of the Tower. "But of course, there is a problem." I flipped over the next card, Judgement.

He sighed. It seemed he got my message. "The public is being turned turned against the Uchiha, which is in turn turning the Uchiha against the public. Until we stop that all we can do is delay the massacre..." I revealed the third card, The Devil, with Danzō as its subject. "Yes. Even though we haven't tipped our hands yet and he hopefully doesn't suspect us, Danzō is still fighting us."

"There are two paths that you can take to deal with him." I reversed the position of the Devil, causing the illustration's face to soften. "First, you could make him see the light, show him how much he's tearing the village apart to 'protect' it. Maybe you can do it because you used to be friends or something, but to be honest I doubt it, which leaves the second option." A black flame sparked from my finger, setting the Devil card ablaze. It disappeared without a trace. "Either way, he needs to be neutralized. I take it he's good at covering his tracks, considering the fact that he's made an attempt on your life without retaliation?"

"Of course. And I take it he'd use it as evidence of my 'senility' if I attempted to pin him on it without enough evidence?"

"My eyes don't show it, meaning there's no possibility of us attempting it. Probably, though." I cocked my head. "If I were to, I don't know, figure out a way to take other objects with me when I shadow travel and use that to steal all kinds of incriminating evidence, would that work?"

He nodded. "That would work. I'll proceed assuming you don't, with how that was a hypothetical, though."

I sighed. "Yeah, that's about right. If we fail, though, I have one last idea." I revealed The Hanged Man, reversed, with Uchiha Shisui modeling for mister four-legs. "If we stop Danzō's attack on Shisui, then he can use Kotoamatsukami on the Uchiha. It's not ideal, but it's a contingency."

"Yes, that sounds good. Unless there's anything else, you may leave." I faded into the shadows, taking my illusions with me.

kukukuku~

Usagi

"Alright everyone!" one of the bandits shouted. "You know the drill by now, your money is ours! Give it up easily and we won't kill you!" The townspeople were afraid, but they'd clearly been through this before.

"Will you really?" I asked. "You may find some trouble with that."

"Who are you?" the leader asked me.

"You would already know," I said as I strolled across the road to her, "had you not murdered my puppet."

"Ah, so you're the monster he talked about." She sneered at me and drew her daggers. "You killed my men."

"I did nothing of the sort," I retaliated. "I mutated them, controlled them. You were the ones who killed them."

"All the same, you'll die."

"To be honest I am not entirely sure I can die." I slowly removed my gloves from my hands and placed them in the bag under my cloak.

"I'll test it for you, then."

"You may be able to destroy this body, but my essence has already soaked your hideout. I believe I should be able to resurrect myself, as it were."

She smiled a sadistic smile. "I'm fine killing you over and over again until it sticks." She lunged at me, daggers flashing. I yanked back my sleeve and used my bare arm to block. I wasn't going to be needing my arm much longer, but I wanted to preserve the cloak. Her daggers sank into the stone of my arm, as I had made it softer. I wanted the knives as well. I capitalized on the bandit leader's momentary confusion to take off my mask and jam it onto her face. The last thing she saw before her life ended was a glowing red pearl on the backside of the mask.

I retrieved my new knives from my old arm, then took my cloak for my new body. Luckily, my new body wasn't too much larger than my old one, so the cloak still fit well enough. Along with the cloak, I'd palmed the other demon pearl (a pearl-shaped demon sage core) from my old body, causing it to crumble back into dirt within moments of me putting the cloak back on. I took my bag from the dirt and shook it off.

"Boss?" one of the bandits asked. "You okay?"

I slowly reached up to my mask and grasped the bottom. It cracked at the mouth such that the entire bottom was smoothly removed. I stored the bottom back in my bag, though, just in case I should come to need it. With my new mouth and the bottom of my nose uncovered, I took a deep breath, as if my first in a century. "No, I do not believe she is," I said. "For one, her mind and soul have been wiped from this body."

"What the hell even are you!?"

"To be perfectly honest I'm not quite sure. I do know one thing, though." With an organic body, I no longer had problems with agility. And in particular, this new body was trained for rapid movement. As such, the two bandits nearest me were bisected in a flash with red-glowing knives, as if through butter. Their bodies dissolved into the same red dust that the other bandits' corpses had. "You are dead. Now, are the rest of you willing to fight, or will you run in terror?" They ran in terror.

"Who are you?" a villager cautiously asked me a few minutes after I sheathed my knives. The villagers were understandably quite afraid of me.

"My name is Usagi." With the bandits gone, I'd switched to a small, personable smile. "If you wait, I should be able to bring you the money those bandits took from you."

"Thank you."