#AU!Can a Miracle be Cruel

[nyoomerr]

i've spoken about this in a couple discord chats already but the idea of a binggeyuan frieren au is so so tasty and yet there is no fucking way i am ever going to attempt it bc i just KNOW it would be sad in order to be good

the idea of bingge traveling alongside frail mortal shen yuan for some years, watching the way sy interacts with the world, letting sy coax him into using his immense power to help save some group of people (or beasts, or whatever strikes sy's fancy). bingge goes along mostly for amusement - life gets quite boring, when you're as old and powerful as he is - and at the end of everything he goes his own way without thinking twice.

later - much, much later - bingge thinks that things have gotten quite boring again, and he wants to go find the little mortal that had amused him for some years.

the little mortal is dead.

bingge is furious, of course. he hasn't allowed anyone to deny him anything for centuries now, and he hasn't had to actually deal with a mortal's death in nearly as long for the way he surrounds himself with other powerful demons and cultivators. the solution is simple, though: bingge will simply resurrect shen yuan.

but since shen yuan has been dead for years at this point, there is no body to easily restore, and in this au there wouldn't be so many convenient resurrection tools in this universe to begin with. it would turn into the whole frieren-esque adventure, perhaps with bingge picking up a kid that shen yuan had been mentoring before his death - perhaps one of bingge's own neglected kids, in fact, that shen yuan had picked up in part bc he missed bingge.

and as bingge adventures onwards towards a miracle resurrection tool, he'll occasionally run into situations that could easily be solved through pure power and callousness, and he... won't. he'll think about the way sy would scold him for being cruel, and he'll sulk and throw tantrums but in the end he'll avoid whatever the easy but cruel option was. the journey will take far longer for bingge than it necessarily would have to, because the goal of the journey has put sy at the front of his mind and now he can't stop thinking about all the stupid ""lessons"" sy had tried to give him.

and this is why i could not write this au: the most fitting ending i can think of for this au would be that the only way to resurrect shen yuan would be through some horrific sacrifice of hundreds of other innocent lives, and bingge would choose not to do it.

it would make him furious - it would drive him to the edge of qi deviation, to the edge of declaring some stupid pointless war just so he can work out his anger and get those innocent souls to resurrect shen yuan anyway. but he wouldn't. this whole slow adventure has reminded him bit by bit of just why he'd spent so long following that foolish little mortal shen yuan around, of the way that living a kinder life had felt so relaxing after years of constantly being ready to spill blood at a moment's notice.

shen yuan would be so disappointed in bingge if he choose that method of resurrection, and so bingge can't do it. bingge would be unsatisfied with that method of resurrection, just because he'd know sy would dislike it.

shen yuan stays dead, but his memory haunts bingge for the rest of his nearly immortal life, and bingge ever so slowly shapes himself into what that memory was.

#crying sobbing this au would be so good but i refuse to write a sad end so i just cant do it #ive had some people suggest happier endings but nothing feels as narratively satisfying as this one ;A; #svsss #bingyuan #svsss thoughts

[selfaware-bungou-stray-dogs]

Oh my God… as soon as I read your post I had a thought… Probably unnecessarily cruel… What if the Children of Oda (46) and Ai (7) end up in Tayvat with the reader… This would make things more difficult for the poor reader. Because In addition to trying to survive, there is also the need to take care of children… And absolutely ordinary children without abilities. And the rest will panic greatly. Especially if the reader herself is a child or a teenager, although the plus is that the reader looks like just a young creator, if this seems too cruel and/or difficult, you can ignore or change my request, thank you very much for your attention, good luck!!!

If you were not alone

Part I

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Self-Aware! BSD AU x SAGAU Imposter crossover

Characters:

Self-Aware! Platonic! Aya Koda, Self-Aware! Platonic! Katsumi, Self-Aware! Platonic! Shinji, Self-Aware! Platonic! Kousuke, Self-Aware! Platonic! Sakura, Self-Aware! Platonic! Yuu

Reader: Teen! GN! Reader

Warning: English is my second language

👧🏻 🚸 At first, the situation didn't look too bad. Yes, all of you woke up in the wilderness, and you have no idea, how you get here, or how to return home, but, none of you were injured, and hilichurls looked surprisingly friendly and didn't try to attack you.

However, the emotions in the group weren't even slightly positive.

You were hugging crying Sakura and Shinji. The girl buried her face in your chest, and the boy was clinging to your side. 

Katsumi, Kousuke and Yuu were trying to keep themselves together, trying to act as big boys. But you can see tears in their eyes. Soon, they joined the group hug.

Aya was silent. She was a little bit tougher, then Oda's kids. You will be tough, if your adopted father is Vampire Count Bram Stoker. 

But she also was hugging you. Because now, she was a child. Not a Defender of Justice.

You were whispering reassuring words, promising, that all of you will be safe.

You want to believe that.

When you were more or less calmed down, your small group start moving to the nearest city.

Aya, Katsumi, Kousuke and Yuu were walking before you. You were holding Shinji's and Sakura's hands. You were making sure, that no one will get lost.

As the oldest in this group, you must take care of them.

 👧🏻🚸 Mondstadt was strange. From the game, you got an impression, that Mondstadt were a friendly city. So why... Why everyone were glaring at you?

 The answer came in a form of a statue. A statue made of gold. A statue of an adult version of you, made of gold.

 The statue was terrifying. It wasn't too big. It wasn't scary. But sometimes felt wrong. Something in every little bit of the statue made you feel frozen with fear and disgust.

 And, it seems, that your companions got the same feelings as you.

 You felt glares on you. Mondstadt was quiet. Waiting for something.

 The silence were overwhelming.

Yuu's voice could be mistaken for screams in this silence.

 "[Y/N], don't worry, this monster may look like you, but you will be looked much better, when you grew up."

 And the first of many "Imposter! Dirty Sinner!" came.

 🚸👧🏻 Your lungs were still burning. Sakura and Shinji were holding to you for dear life. All of you were chased away from Mondstadt. But, you were sure, that the people of Mondstadt weren't satisfied with simply chasing you away. No. The anger in their eyes. They wanted blood. Your blood.

 It was a miracle, that you survived. And the miracle had a name.

 Klee managed to hide you all away and get you to the Dragonspine. Right now, you, Oda's kids and Aya were resting in Albedo's lab.

While Klee tried to cheered kids even for a bit, you were talking with Albedo.

🚸👧🏻 The situation were terrible. You and kids are now wanted criminals, you can't trust anyone from Teyvat. Your only chance to get home - meet with Alice. The bad news is that she is forced to travel from nation to nation, not staying on one place for too long. There would be a big chance, that you would miss her.

And you must protect six kids.

You stayed with Albedo for a week. You discussed everything you need to know.

You decide to travel to Sumeru. If Albedo wasn't mistaken, Nahida would help you. Maybe, Irmensul have answers and knowledge on how to get you all home. At least, you could hide you, until Alice arrived.

Albedo gave you clothes, backpacks, supplies, blankets and much more. Everything you need during your journeys. It won't be enough for the whole journey. But, at least for the next few days, you won't worry about food and water.

And he showed you something. Something, that took all members of Hexenzirkel to use their powers to get and stay safe. Something, they stole from "Creator". What was left of a previous person, who looked slightly similar to "Creator".

"I don't want to scare you, [Y/N]. I just want you to see, what would happen, if one day they caught you. Or you decide to go to them on your own free will." Albedo looked sad. He can't go with you. He must protect Sucrose and Klee.

You nodded solemnly. You will try to stay safe.

To keep others safe.

🚸👧🏻 During your journey, you were careful. Refusing to go near people. During your journey, you start stealing. You can't let kids become hungry. You did everything a teen can do to keep children safe. While situation never called for that (you always manage to ran away) you knew, that you will fight for their lives.

When people from other nations came to Sumeru, trying to find you, you and kids were hiding.

But you were fond.

According to Lore, Capitano was a noble warrior 

In Teyvat, only your hold was stopping him from striking Aya.

You were angry. You wanted to protest kids.

Your emotions reached their peak. 

What left of First Creator's powers obeyed your silent wish.

The portal opened under your feet.

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🐾 In Real World, BSD Cast were restless. Six kids and one kid disappeared without a trace! There is no way for them to stay calm.

Especially for two of them.

🦇 Bram Stoker lost two kids.

🍛Oda Sakunosuke lost six kids.

🍛🦇 Oda and Bram are looking everywhere. Criminal underworld lost huge number of criminals because of that. Ida and Bram going after any possible suspect.

🍛🦇 And when, after weeks of being missing, you seven finally returned, and this giant warrior were trying to kill you, their anger gets out of control.

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👧🏻🚸🍛🦇 For the next few weeks, seven of you won't be left alone. Oda and Bram will constantly stay close to you.

👧🏻🚸🍛🦇 No one would ever hurt you. You will never be scared, cold or hungry again. You won't need to steal to get food for Aya and Oda's kids. You don't need to fight for their lives.

👧🏻🚸🍛🦇 Journey to Teyvat was stressful. Thankfully, it was over.

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Tag list: @withered-blossoms , @myluckymoon @cocodrilofeliz @c4xcocoa @vvyeislazzy @whisperingwinters

#self-awarebsd #self-awareau #bungou stray dogs au #bungou stray dogs #bsd #bsd anime #bsd x gender neutral reader #gender neutral reader #platonic #imposter sagau #genshin impact sagau #genshin sagau #sagau #sagau impostor au #imposter au #Self-Aware Aya Koda #Self-Aware Oda's kids

[jwirecs]

RECOMMENDED BTS FICS OF OCTOBER 2023💖

hello, hello! here are my bts recs of october! hopefully these beautiful stories get more recognition as well as the writers 💝

** anything in parentheses and bolded are my thoughts that can be disregarded if needed **

🔞smut || 💔angst || 💕fluff || ✅completed || 🔄ongoing || 💯favorite

Photograph || @i-am-baechu💕💔✅

↳ Jimin hated Y/N. Y/N didn’t know why. It all changed with a photograph.

Beside You || @nochukoo97🔞💕✅

↳ you miss your boyfriend after not seeing him for a long time, so who could blame you if you couldn’t resist him once you saw him?

Claimed || @bethschamberoftales🔞💕💔✅

↳ He promised that he is going to fuck you hard so you won't be able to walk after that. You took that lightly but the thing is, Jungkook never breaks his promises.

Finish Line || @bonny-kookoo🔞💕🔄

↳ He's one of the best, no race too tough to handle, every track a new challenge he takes on- especially when it's you who's waiting at the finish line for him.

Loverboy || @kookslastbutton🔞💕💔✅

↳ After a startling conversation with your coworkers, you start feeling insecure about your sexual prowess. You don't initiate as much, you haven't worn lingerie yet, and you're still timid about doing much seducing with your body–are you giving your boyfriend boring sex? Taehyung reassures you that you are perfect and have nothing to worry about.

Never Goodbye || @smutlvrrr🔞💕✅💯💯💯

↳ It’s never goodbye, I’ll always see you again…

Support System || @bangtanfanfiction🔞💕✅

↳ You’re the support system Hoseok needs in times of uncertainty without his members. And you make sure he knows it. 

Masked Miracles || @remedyx🔞💕💔🔄

↳ It wasn't supposed to happen this way. A quick in and out. Infiltrate and bring down a hybrid trafficking ring. Saving lives while we're at it. But things hardly ever go to plan. And being locked in with seven hybrids that meant more to me than victims forced into a life they didn't deserve was definitely not according to the plan.

Safe And Sound || @bearr02🔞💕💔🔄

↳ You have worked at a hybrid rehab and adoption center for years, enjoying being able to help people others only see as their animal side. You thought you might end up taking in one or two, what you didn’t expect however, was to take in 7.

A Thief's End || @eleni-cherie🔞💕💔✅

↳ he thought he was done with the criminal life and ready for some peace and quiet. but his plans collapsed in the form of a strange girl who was in trouble.

Best Served Cold || @anotherbtswriter🔞💕💔✅💯

↳ Yoongi is at the bottom of the organization just trying to stay alive when the story starts.

City Of Lights || @sunnebeam🔞💕💔🔄

↳ (theres no summary, but i will put the warnings instead! - warnings: gangster squad au, smut (18+), cheating, mafia shit, minor character death, murder, mentions of blood)

Cruel Intentions || @explicit-tae🔞💕💔✅

↳ You adored your eldest brother - you truly did. Before his addiction got the best of him, he was amazing at caring for you and your other siblings. Now, however, it was your turn to care for him without the help of your siblings who long abandoned him, advising you to do the same. Once your brother manages to get himself imprisoned, you realize just how much trouble he got himself into. Once your family is threatened, you offer to pay off the debts your brother owes with the one thing any powerful man couldn't resist - your virginity.

Darkest Little Paradise || @sunnebeam🔞💕💔🔄

↳ (theres no summary, but i will put the warnings: mafia au, smut (18+), sex work, mentions of past accident, amnesia / memory loss, more warnings to be added upon series completion)

My Beauty, My Blood || @7cypher🔞💕💔✅

↳ With Namjoon out of the picture, Jeongguk has to step up and be the sole successor to the organization laid out before him. However, guilt doesn’t escape him very easily, and neither does your persistence.

Vixen || @star-my🔞💕💔✅

↳ The door to the opulent room swung open soundlessly, allowing the tall, muscular man to enter unnoticed. He cleared his throat, gaining the attention of the young woman seated at the vanity.

After Hours || @archivedkookie🔞💕💔🔄💯💯

↳ staying after hours with Yoongi for months proves to be a mistake when your heart falls for him.

Champagne Confetti || @busanboykoo🔞💕✅💯

↳ “you won't regret me, champagne confetti” or maybe just jungkook wants you to tell him what you want him to do to you.

Flower Girl || @nochukoo97💕✅

↳ you’re in charge of mentoring jungkook, a convict who’s currently doing community service. as time goes by, you grow closer and closer to the man, finding out more about him and his past. jungkook makes you crazy with his small gestures, he makes your cheeks turn the same shade as carnations, he makes you dizzy. most of all, he makes you his flower girl

Mami || @kithtaehyung🔞✅

↳ you somehow have a conversation with yoongi, and you tell your roommate about a date date.

Nothing New || @myg-butterfly💕💔✅

↳ You get hurt and have to find a replacement. You just didn't think that replacement extended to your relationship with the BTS members. Will they still want you when you're nothing new?

Oh, Angel! || @yoongiofmine🔞💕✅

↳ Ever since he met you, Hoseok just couldn’t resist you. Even though you were off limits -many years younger than him and an intern on his sister’s company-, he just had to make you his. You were the perfect baby for him, docile and pliant. What happens when you decide to be a little brat instead?

Oh, Darling! || @yoongiofmine🔞💕💔✅

↳ Starting your second semester at one of South Korea’s most prestigious universities should be stressful enough. Between juggling classes, good grades and a social life, your plate was full. Hoping to spice up your academic career, you thought it was a good idea to enroll as an assistant for your literature professor, whom you've held a very secret and very forbidden crush on for the past several months. What will happen now that you’re forced to work closely together? And what if your crush isn’t as one sided as you thought?

Peek-A-Boo! || @namfinessed💕💔✅

↳ at a camp that you hated, you find yourself falling for a man that tries to sneak into your tent.

Punching Bag? || @bonobonoyaatheart💕💔✅

↳ You care and worry for Jungkook? In return, you feel like his emotional punching bag, despite of his intentions being different.

Set Me Free || @casuallyimagining💕💔✅

↳ Tired of being told how to live his life and unsure of where he stands in the world, Yoongi--your soulmate--yearns to be free. When you give him what he wants, it causes a rift in your relationship that seems irreparable. 12 years later, you find him back in your life. Can you mend your relationship? Do you even want to?

Sun Chasers & Moon Watchers || @foredelweiss💕💔✅

↳ after constantly transferring from school to school every couple of months, you've long accepted the impermanence of many aspects of your life. you never expected to want the world to allow you to spend a little more time with seven individuals. your days with them were one of the most beautiful moments in life.

The Five-Year Plan || @jknoah🔞💕💔🔄

↳ you've always had a very strict life plan. when you were twenty you sat down and made your five-year plan, you would get married, get your dream house, have your dream career and then at the end of those five years you'd have a kid. everything was going perfectly to plan, well until your husband came home with divorce papers. now you're somehow trying to stay on track, maybe you could convince your best friend to have a baby with you?

The Monster In The Dark || @themochiverse🔞💔✅💯

↳ Sleep paralysis is a common concern for everyone, but once your episodes start to become more frequent, you meet a horrid monster. A horrid monster who has only come for you to join him in his world. You can't run, you can't hide, but you can only watch whatever the hell is going to happen to you right now.

Ungodly Hours || @explicit-tae🔞💕✅💯

↳ That time you - a broke college student - were willing to do just about anything for a hulu account after your brother kicks you off of his - (and Jungkook would do anything to have you).

Venom || @nochukoo97🔞💕💔✅💯💯💯

↳ after a nasty breakup with your ex, who was a boxer, the person who introduced you to the sport, you decided to make life easier for yourself and switch clubs. little did you know that your club leader, also known as ‘venom’ in the ring, would eventually spark your interest. no matter how much jungkook interests you, you can’t bear to risk another failed relationship, you’re still hurt and traumatised from the inside. but will jungkook manage to crawl his way into your heart?

Do check out all of the other BTS Fics that i have reblogged as well!!

** if there is any fics that you guys would like to recommend, please do! i am slowly running out of fics to read **

#bts scenarios #bts fluff #bts angst #bts smut #bts fic recs #bts recs #bts established relationship au #bts enemies to lovers au #bts mafia au #bts hybrid au #bts soulmates au

[seakicker]

I have archon war rex lapis on the mind tonight so here’s something

Fertility deity darling running to beg for his protecting during the war. It was honestly a stupid idea. Rex Lapis want exactly known to be the kindest individual to people outside of his circle, after all. And really, it’s a miracle that darling was able to gain an audience with him, she had expected to be turned away, laughed at for even attempting any of this. But, for whatever reason, she had actually managed to win his approval and protection.

The reasoning as to why the cruel and unfeeling Rex Lapis took darling under his protection is unknown to all but him. The moment he saw the soft, plump body of his little fertility darling, he knew that he had to have her for himself. Her beautiful little body was just the spitting image of perfection and potential motherhood. Her sudden appearance in his life gave him a new fighting spirit. Winning his seat and then celebrating by pumping his darling full of his seed so he could admire her beautiful body full with his child was all he could think about for a long while.

(Also if you don’t mind, could I be 🍁 anon? Ily juju 🤍🤍🤍)

ALL OF THIS ALL OF THIS ALL OF THIS. MAN have i missed fertility archon darling au.... it's so juicy.... so rich.... so flavorful... like wagyu beef...

fem + chubby reader; it's not super nsfw but there are allusions to breeding and pregnancy. it's the holy trifecta of seakicker sin... chubby reader, breeding, and pregnancy. delicious. also warnings for a pretty obvious power imbalance between reader and zhongli as well as self-deprecation on reader's part.

the idea of a cold and unapproachable morax taking a sweet and nearly impossibly naive goddess reader under his wing is so delicious. he's not sure whether you approached him out of bravery or naiveite, but listening to you talk and beg for his assistance has caused him to believe it's the latter— if your adorable stuttering and inability to look him in the eye as you pleaded for his protection weren't dead giveaways, then your humble confession that you're not much for fighting certainly was. it was almost cute how easily you demeaned yourself in his presence... if it were anyone else, he would assume it's their attempt at flattery and buttering him up, but with you? it's honestly genuine.

when you tearfully confess that you've never fought even a day in your life because you've always stood for peace, prosperity, and love and that you've not once been put in the position to fight, he believes you. it's not your way of pandering to his strength and flattering him, it's a genuine confession of your own weakness that sort of... stirs a sense of pity in him. sweet and weak as you are, it's a rarity that someone comes to him and just honestly shares their desires, fears, feelings, and worries without the underhanded goal of manipulating him into acting a certain way. granted, rex lapis has always been much smarter than the rest of them and he can see the manipulation coming from a mile away, hence his ability to see that you're really being genuine.

how adorable. how sweet. how... innocent.

being granted an audience with rex lapis is no easy task— he's as busy as they come, always up to his eyes in work as preparations for the archon war ramp up. he'll turn those just looking for a bit of mora or a pardon for past crimes away with a shake of his head and a slight scowl; such incidents are well known amongst all the people of liyue and other gods alike. being a lower deity yourself whose influence is restricted to just a single region of liyue rather than all of liyue like him, you'd be lying if you were to say you were expecting him to grant you the opportunity to speak with him— surely he has better things to do than listen to the whinings of a nobody.

after your display of humility and pure anxiety over the days that are sure to come, there was but a moment before rex lapis rose from his throne, descended the shiny golden stairs to meet you, and kneeled down to your position on the floor to tilt your chin up with his fingers. following your desperate plea for his protection, you kneeled and looked down at the floor below amidst your shame and humiliation for asking such a thing of the rex lapis— some could consider it a gesture of respect, as you feel you're undeserving of looking him in the eye, some could consider it a display of submission and resignation before a god leagues and leagues more powerful than yourself, and some could consider it an act of cowardice, too afraid to see the look on his face in response to your request. would he laugh? would he shake his head in a silent request to leave his presence immediately? would he smirk at the pathetic display before him?

his fingers under your chin force you to look him in the eye once more, and there's not an ounce of arrogance or rage on his face. there's not much a hint of any emotion on his face— he's always been renowned for his ability to remain in control of his emotions, and such a talent is both impressive and chilling. you can't tell what he's thinking as he only looks you over, silently admiring the plump apples of your cheeks, the curve of your ample bust, and the span of your soft hips as he helps you rise to your feet once more. truthfully, he's been admiring you since the moment you stepped through those massive stone doors— though lust and desire aren't emotions rex lapis has frequently felt before, nobody could deny the allure of the sweet curves of the most darling little goddess of fertility he's heard so much about. with a soft belly filling out the front of your flowing robes, any man who looks at you is likely to only have one single thing on his mind.

"hold your head high," he whispers simply. "and carry yourself as a goddess ought to. i have heard your request, and i have made my decision."

you tremble under the intensity of his amber gaze, and he releases your chin in favor of crossing his arms over his chest. the way you part your lips to speak before deciding instead to hold your tongue to avoid speaking out of turn is genuinely adorable; you really are as innocent as they seem— he almost wants to think that this is your first day, uh, "on the job" as a goddess because you're just so adorably naive and pliant.

"and i shall grant you my protection."

you knew better than to press him on his decision and ask why he'd even waste his time with someone like you, worried that you may anger or offend him into changing his mind and dismissing you without a second thought. all that matters to you is that you and those who worship you will surely be safe under the protective arm of rex lapis, and all that matters to him is ensuring that the people of liyue will be able to prosper for years and years to come. war ravages people, homes, and livelihoods, and who better to help him eventually repair a war-shattered liyue than the very goddess who stands for prosperity, good harvests, and family life? he'll secure his seat as archon and then immediately get to work on rebuilding liyue with you at the center of his plan— you'll surely bring forth ample livestock, bountiful harvests, healthy children and loving families, and a new era in liyue's history.

a win-win for the history books indeed. you and your people get protection for the rest of your days and rex lapis gets a darling little wife to put an heir in as well as a prosperous liyue.

#and YES i added ur emoji to my pinned post!!!! #fertility archon reader #zhongli x reader #zhongli smut #genshin impact smut #genshin smut #juju bakery #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #rex lapis x reader #genshin reader insert #morax x reader #🍁 anon

[ghouljams]

I know you said that Gaz wouldn't find out about him being Bug's baby daddy (thus this is a non-canon question), but how do you think he'd react if he found out? Randomly, one day, Birdie does or says something that reminds him of that night, and he just thinks about it.

I just keep picturing him standing there, like he can't believe this precious boy came from a whim between his mother and himself. Like Bug is the best miracle for him to have received, even accidentally, because he now has family that he adores.

Of course, as it's your Cowboy AU, I also think Soap and Goose take the piss out of him when the news breaks.

I hope you have a lovely day.

While I think Gaz would be overjoyed to learn that Bug was biologically his son, I think he'd have very complicated feelings about the whole thing. On the one hand he was young and stupid when he hooked up with Birdie, she told him what she wanted and he was fine just being a sperm donor. On the other hand... he has a kid. He has a baby that he never knew about, that he forgot about, that he wasn't there for and never would have been there for if he hadn't by complete chance met Birdie again. It's almost cruel to think about. There's a tinge of resentment towards Bridie as well, that she would do this to him, have his baby and then never follow up about it. And he KNOWS that he agreed to that, he knows, but he can't help it.

Here is this perfect, wonderful child, his whole world, and he never would have known them. Honestly he can't believe it. When it happened, when he was told "You give me a baby and I won't expect anything from you or call you ever" it all seemed so nebulous. It wasn't a real person that he'd be bringing into the world, babies were an abstract thing that other people had. Now he can see Bug, he can pick them up and feel their weight and warmth. Bug is a real tangible thing that he helped create. How could he ever be alright with abandoning them?

There's some resentment for himself as well. Resentment that he was more focused on the sex than the actual thing it was leading towards, that he never looked Birdie up or tried to find her. She was just some American girl with a pretty accent, he didn't think she'd actually get pregnant. It was one night.

He gets a paternity test, but he already knows. As soon as Birdie drops that Bug is the kid of some random british special airforce guy she met on vacation he knows. Maybe he asks a few follow ups, when was this? Where was she staying? Did they go back to his place or her hotel? But he knows. He feels his stomach drop and he just knows, that's his kid. He bounces Bug in his lap and he can't help feeling like he should've known all alone, like Birdie shouldn't have kept his child from him, like he should have looked for her, like he should have been there, like he never should have hooked up with her, like he isn't ready for this level of responsibility(as if he hasn't already adopted the kid).

It's a lot. Soap is sympathetic. Goose won't look at him for a while. Ghost is the only one who claps a hand on his shoulder and tells him better late than never, leaving to clean the stables immediately after. After the whole thing settles properly there's a lot of gentle ribbing. Bug looks a lot like their momma, but those are Gaz's eyes and smile for sure.

#ghoul speaks #kyle gaz garrick #x oc #cod x oc #oc: birdie #cowboy au

[writingforatwistedworld]

self aware au: basically the same request where the reader enters the game world and when he finds a certain character, hugs them and says how amazing he is, but this time, with Floyd, Ruggie and Jade. I feel like they deserve to be appreciated.

Self-aware au

I do not take any responsibility for you reading this no matter which age group you are from!

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, violence, manipulation, obsessive behavior, possessive behavior, fighting

Ruggie Bucchi/Jade Leech/Floyd Leech-Player hugs them and tells them how amazing they are

*sobs* I'm so sorry but I don't know whether I should be happy or terrified

You see, Ruggie was always the one making sure that everyone back home was doing well

Please don't think that his family is ungrateful but after a while you just get used to the “Thank you”s and they become just monotone

So imagine someone outside of his circle, may I add the Overseer, is suddenly coming up to him and telling him that he is amazing

Did I mention the hug? Oh yeah, you also did that

He was just walking down the hallway, having to run an errand for the wannabe king of Savanaclaw, and then something just barrels into his side

It's a miracle he didn't hear you from miles away, those beastmen genetics can be quite useful, but let us say that he has been more than just busy on that day

Reggie was ready to defend himself only to notice that... someone was hugging him??!

The hyena was expecting everything but that.

Having to work for his boss had made him one or two enemies so it would have been no surprise if he was attacked

But no. Here you were in your entire glory, hugging one who was the lowest of the low like he was some sort of priceless treasure

And then you told him how amazing you think he is. Please hold on to him, I think he might fall over from shock

Now to the not so pretty part, becoming part of that circle

Now, I'm not saying that his family is made up of bad people but you have that special pedestal

And boy is that pedestal high.

Ever wondered why it has become so hard to talk with others? Well they all have gotten hurt

Only your dear admirer friend Ruggie is still by your side. Him alone. Just how it should be

So we are talking about the butler danger noodle

He is, how should I say this, always rather busy

Whether his day is filled with making sure that the noodle beside him, also known as his twin, is not beating people left and right up or doing what Azul ells him

Oh right! Almost forgot Mostro Louge, that too

But I think we all can agree that even though he doesn't show it he is pretty much overworked

So imagine how elated he must be when someone finally notices all his hard work

Here you were, hugging the hat stand tightly whilst telling him how amazing he is

You see him turning his head away? He is just getting a bit shy

I mean, no matter how suave you try to be there is always that tiny bit of you that wants recognition

And this is where the fluff ends

You see, that tiny bit of positive attention you gave him had felt so good and who is he to deny such a great feeling?

His shoulders were feeling so light, his neck not stiff and his thoughts clear again

Were you having this effect because you were the Overseer or was it simply because you cared?

But remember, he can be double as cruel as he can be kind

It started slow, students looking at you nervously which soon ended in empty hallways the second you entered them

How sad! Seems like they all were just acting like they liked you. But don't you worry. Jade will be with you now and always

So we are returning the squeezing now?

But jokes aside, you actually made the usual loud eel very silent for a moment

I don't think that Floyd would be just that loud, violent person but also someone who has a lot more going on in their head than they show

And also, he is probably pretty touch starved because of his rather unpleasant reputation

So here we have an eel who could use a hug and some affection, platonic or not, and who is to deny him that? (You probably should)

Imagine his surprise when he saw you waiting in front of Mostro Lounge

It was almost like a dream, the person he had always admired finally standing in front of him

He was in fact so enthralled that he didn't even notice how a smile formed on your face and you ran towards him

Only when your arms snaked around his torso did he finally notice that you were hugging him

And then you told him how amazing he was!

Jade was lowkey afraid of the calm expression he made the entire day after that

But why are there so many students in the infirmary since you met him?

Floyd has no positive reputation to loose and he knows that

So why hold back?

There are just so many annoyances in this school taking your affection which obviously belongs to him

So don't talk with that student whom you met yesterday. Your Floyd is here, right? So why are you looking for someone else??!

#yandere twst #yandere twisted wonderland #yandere twisted wonderland x reader #yandere twst x reader #self aware au #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland #twst ruggie #twst jade #twst floyd #yandere ruggie x reader #yandere ruggie #ruggie x reader #twisted wonderland ruggie #yandere jade x reader #yandere jade leech #yandere jade #jade x reader #twisted wonderland jade #yandere floyd x reader #yandere floyd leech #floyd x reader #yandere floyd #yadere jade #tw: yandere #tw: violence #tw: manipulation #tw: obsessive behavior #tw: possessive behavior #tw: fighting

[dxy-drxxm]

SYNOPSIS: Lyney never feared the sight of the tank, but his "Father" changed that for him. (gen. neutral reader) [ IDENTITYV AU ]

CW/s: Drowning (or almost drowning), ooc Lyney? (he's shaken up oops), depiction of Knave! Lyney/Harbinger! Lyney, near death scenario, reader gets hurt in helping survivor! Lyney (part 2 of 3)

The familiar thumping of one's heart was something Lyney is quite used to. To him, as a magician, he would only have those when performing tricks that are impossible— only for them to work as the audience began to shower him with praise.

As an illusionist, he knew well that miracles are akin to magic tricks. That is what he was raised to believe, but outside of his job, there are things far more cruel than he may say.

So when he felt himself getting dunked into the tank his sister used in one of their shows, he felt the air leave him as he was put inside.

He banged on the glass as he saw his Father? leave, the illusion fading into a sight he can discern. He thought it was her?, but the familiar coat and attire betrayed his expectation.

It was… Himself?

… As the Knave.

He felt his eyes widened. Was this suppose to be him?

If Father gets replaced or dies, will he become like this?

The hunter turned his head to see the stunned illusionist, water pouring down to fill up the tank. And for a sheer glance alone, he could see him mouth the following words that shocked his core.

And then, he left.

His siblings are far from where he was chaired. And Heaven forbid will he let them rescue him like this.

The water is filling up to his knees.

Was this the end? He couldn't tell anymore.

After all, he knew he can turn the fates in his favor. He knew that, he was a magician! And by God will he just stop because he's stuck in a water tank!

As he felt his legs grow damp, he began to do anything in his power to get out. He tried to push the lid, perhaps use his own tricks to disappear from the tank.

He wanted to get out of this blasted tank. He was growing desperate.

At times like these, he wished he had his vision on his person.

But alas, no such luck.

His efforts rendered futile, and his desperation gnawed at him alive.

...

It's rising to his waist.

...

He wanted to crumble.

He couldn't hear the faint calling of a familiar voice— and a yelp from the hit by the grim-malkin cat. The one he had from his tricks.

He can vaguely recall how some of his tricks failed. How he and Lynette endured to get a sliver of fame, to even get a chance to perform.

This was one of those times.

He knew this moment awfully well. And the familiar despair began to get to his head.

...

It's rising to his chest.

...

Was this it? Is this the end of the road?

It can't be. I can't die here. I can't.

I can't stop here— why can't I do something? Why is there no exits here?

I can't simply drown in this tank and disappear. I don't want to disappear!

No, no, no—

Please, I need to see my sister again. I need to see my siblings again.

I refuse to sit here, and yet...

... I don't know what to do.

Can I even escape from this glass prison?

Can I escape the same prison I've been destined to be trapped in?

...

Then, it rises to his neck.

…

...

…

The seal of the tank opens.

Two hands grabs him, and with one full swoop, the playwright pulls the illusionist out as a way to rescue him.

Lyney was stunned when he felt the water leave him, and albeit he is dripping, he could smell the scent of parchment and ashes.

(Name).

"Are you okay, Lyney?" he heard them asked, watching as the tank closes but the water level remains the same. "Here," they added, handing him a syringe that they retrieved from the chests.

Am I okay?

"Come on, let's go—"

They yelped and went down as the hunter— himself— loomed over them, sighing.

"Oh, my dear poupée, you should've learned not to turn your back on a hunter!" his hunter identity said, but the playwright turned to wince and glare at him.

"Hah— and you should learn not to be so cocky."

Then, the sirens blared. And detention got ahold of the Knave.

With adrenaline, they shoved the now coherent illusionist.

"Run!" you yelled, grabbing his wrist and pulling him with them out of the big tent. "Detention will last in 2 minutes— and we'll both die if we get caught by him!"

And as soon as the two of you fled, the survivors could hear the ever familiar yet chilling laugh as the Knave is in pursuit of his showstopper.

No man will be left alive.

Not on his watch.

@.enxgmx-wrxtxr | do not republish, repost, or copy my works anywhere | 2023

#☁️ | drafted anecdotes #genshin impact #genshin #genshin impact lyney #genshin lyney #lyney #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact au #genshin angst #lyney angst #genshin x reader #genshin impact lyney x reader #lyney x reader #genshin lyney x reader #astronetwrk

[bonefall]

BB!Tigerheart -> Heartstar

For @noisycitrine and @halogenwarrior who wanted more info on the most woman ever.

[Image ID: An AU version of Tigerheart from Warrior Cats, now named Heartstar. She is a small, lithe russet-brown tabby with a long tail and bright golden stripes. She has a two-colored mane, raptor claws, and oval 'glasses'. There is a bright golden 'heart' on her chest.]

FUN FACT did you know that Canon ShadowClan had 7 male leaders in a row, from Houndstar to the modern arc? I said no. Girl Tigerheart be upon ye.

Names are sacred and carry immense weight in Clan Culture. When a cat is about to become a leader and would have a name conflict with an unfaded ancestor, StarClan renames them. Heartstar was particularly special.

She returned to the Lake after bringing back the love of her life, Dovewing, and died in a raid to take back ShadowClan kits from the Kin's remnants. Tigerheart's father, Rowanstar, couldn't bear to lose his last child. He declared her his deputy, and plunged into the Moonpool with her body.

He drowned the last of his lives away, so that she could live. StarClan itself was awed by this sacrifice, and performed a miracle. Heartstar burst from the water sputtering, ready to rebuild ShadowClan anew.

As a leader, Heartstar is back and ready for the controversy. She watched her Clan fall apart twice, once from Dark Forest meddling and a god's games, and again from Onestar refusing to lend aid during a yellowcough epidemic, and has vowed to never let that happen again.

She's ferociously protective of her family, supporters, and clanmates, in that order, and is not afraid to gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss if she thinks she's doing the right thing.

Clanmew Name: Gaorbabun, Babishai (Tiger + Heartbeating, Heart will Beat + Star)

Alignment: ShadowClan, brief periods as ThunderClan and SkyClan

Relationships: Mate - Dovewing Children (adopted) - Lightleap, Shadowsight, Birchkit, Rowankit Parents - Tawnypelt, Rowanstar Siblings - Dawnpelt, Flametail Nespring - Strikestone, Sleekwhisker, Juniperclaw Mentor - Marshwing

Below the cut is trivia first, then all the changes to the character arc-by-arc, up to OotS, AVoS, and Heartstar's Rise.

Trivia!

Rowanclaw is now the son of Brokenstar along with Littlecloud! They were honor-sired for Newtspeck.

They have a distinct bi-colored mane from their mother, and 'glasses' from their father.

Tigerclaw's family trait is being brown tabbies with raptor claws.

Heartstar got all of the traits because she deserves it

I also miss how she was once described as having 'gold' in an older description so compromise; golden stripes.

I feel like you can't just miraculously resurrect without some kind of cool physical change, so, Heartstar gets to have a raised heart-shaped keloid scar on her chest.

She didn't sire any of her kittens; Light and Shadow were Bumblestripe's, and Strikestone's death left two more behind. It's free baby.

Heartstar fights in perfect tandem with Dovewing. Heartstar is so small that she can leap freely around and under her, skilled enough to never trip her up.

Their favorite tactic is for Dovewing to grapple with a huge opponent, allowing Heartstar to pop like a weasel from up between her legs to viciously attack the opponent's belly.

Tigerheart was the smallest member of the Tigerkin family, by far. In a lineup of record-setting Clan giants, Heartstar is barely larger than an apprentice.

She is much smaller than her entire family. Pocket pikachu.

Heartstar's favorite food is crayfish. She likes how most Clans are unsettled by this, Reedclaw was unbothered.

BB!OotS

Change NUMBER ONE is that Tigerpaw is the only survivor of Tawnypelt's second litter, born during the Cruel Season that saw the rise of Bramblestar.

A tom-kit initially named Goldenkit, the other kits in the litter died to illness. Before her last child died, Tawnypelt angrily challenged StarClan by renaming the survivor Tigerkit.

"Go on, take a tiger into the stars so it can bite your faces off. No? Thought so."

Dawnpelt and Flametail were their cool older siblings, Tigerkit especially idolized Dawnpelt and her quick sass.

The rowdy and troublesome kit was assigned to Marshwing, the cat that Brackenfur saved from an eagle during the Great Journey, now one of ShadowClan's finest warriors.

Marshwing's mentor was Oakfur, who liked to joke that whenever Marsh wanted to admit defeat he'd take the little twerp instead.

Tigerpaw met Dovepaw on the journey to unblock the southern river.

During this time, Dovepaw made her realize that she was definitely not a boy and probably also a lesbian.

This was to Rowanclaw's soft amusement when she returned home, as he is also transgender and figured it out after going on a long journey

"Maybe if we send you out again you'll come back with another one"

Dove and Tiger were fast friends after this eye-opening trip. Dove's perspective expanded to include the other Clans and the death of Rippletail made her realize how much they matter.

Tiger's perspective expanded to, "I do whatever i want because I want to see Dovewing"

Unfortunately for them, tensions between ThunderClan and ShadowClan were beginning to sour. Blackstar and Russetfur were not fond of the new management style of Bramblestar and his aggressive deputy, Thornclaw, both of which had recently taken power shortly before Tigerheart was born.

Unknown to Bramblestar, Thornclaw was training in the Dark Forest, and trying to encourage him to act more aggressively than Firestar.

Tigerpaw started training in the Dark Forest through her good friend Redpaw, who was brought in through his mentor Applefur. Applefur was the sister of Marshwing.

Her paternal grandfather was Brokenstar, and her maternal grandfather was the infamous Tigerstar. If Tawnypelt had given her this name to ward away StarClan and protect her death... then surely there was a power to gain from him?

Tigerstar took a shine to his granddaughter immediately, introducing her to his dead son, Hawkfrost.

It was very surprising to not find Brokenstar in the Place of No Stars, but Runningnose was there to... "explain" is not the right word, more like, "cryptically leave breadcrumbs of answers"

Tigerpaw was often pitted against Ivypaw in particular, as if their mentors considered them rivals. It fostered a resentment between them, especially as Dovewing began to speak highly of Tigerheart.

Tigerheart remained a supporting character, someone that Dovewing was able to talk to for a different perspective from her father Lionblaze and sister Ivypool, until near the end of the arc during a fateful battle

Attacking ShadowClan for control of a contested berry patch, Russetfur was killed, and Blackstar was devastated.

A troublemaking calico creature slid into his good graces. Sol, God of Chaos and Games, convinced him to abandon his leadership.

In the scramble, Redwillow, Ratscar, and Applefur took control of ShadowClan, and started enforcing their own rules. Tigerheart was more cunning than them, and realized they were not going to be able to keep power.

She was threading a thin needle, not openly supporting her fellow Dark Forest trainees, and she knew it.

When they were thrown out of power by Rowanclaw rallying Blackstar to return to power, Tigerstar punished them harshly in the Dark Forest and praised Tigerheart for her foresight.

Shortly after, Flametail had figured out the plot. Redwillow, Ratscar, and Applefur were freakishly strong and Thornclaw was encouraging Bramblestar not to help. They were all in cahoots!

The Dark Forest used their powers to kill him so he'd be silent, ice cracked by demonic meddling.

Tigerheart didn't know if she was going to be able to save his soul, but she had to try. Once again, Tigerstar had ignored the warning sign to preserve his family, calling off the execution.

In that moment, it proved to Hawkfrost that he was undeniably playing favorites. It wasn't about the plan. It wasn't about breaking out of the Dark Forest. It was all another project for Tigerstar's ego... and he was not valued like his bloodline through Tawnypelt.

(Go check out my meta intentions with Hawk's redemption arc over here!)

During the Great Battle, Tigerheart stayed to watch the embarrassment of the first attack, but defected as soon as the fighting got serious in the second one. She wasn't going to hurt her Clanmates, haughtily announcing that this was the best opportunity to, "join the winning side."

After the fight, Dovewing's powers started to ebb away... taking her hearing with it. Meeting with Tigerheart was always refreshing, sometimes it felt like she was the only one who really 'understood' what she wanted.

Things began to get serious when Tigerheart's apprentice, Sleekpaw, developed a rebellious streak, and a group of strange cats arrived at the lake. Onestar reacted badly, and ShadowClan fell to the kin.

BB!AVoS

If Tigerheart has any regrets, it's how she was careless with her niece. She didn't think it was a problem to just let her work it out.

It seemed... harmless. Kids who wanted to feel cool and powerful, she could empathize with that.

The apprentices weren't wrong, at first. The way Onestar immediately became upset about the outsiders, the way two kits were separated because of a vague prophecy, how Clans refused to cooperate even after everything. Tigerheart was frustrated by much of it too.

But there was something wrong about Darktail. Especially when he announced that he was accepting any cat who felt wronged and excluded from Clan society.

Maybe the impulse was harmless. Maybe Darktail was the problem in the end. In any case, the yellowcough outbreak ravaged ShadowClan and the Kin, and WindClan refused to let either of them collect mullein to treat their sick.

Dying to yellowcough is a horrible fate. Catmint can cure, but mullein must be used to prevent lung damage. Tigerheart watched clanmates survive the illness, only to choke to death in the end.

Crowfrost, the deputy and Tigerheart's brother-in-law, was one of them.

Crowfeather, Harespring, and Heathertail went behind Onestar's back to deliver what they could, but too late to save many cats that Tigerheart loved.

After this, ShadowClan quickly fell apart. The Kin was stronger, having immediately kicked the sick out of their group and quarantined.

Cats like Scorchfur said that if Rowanstar wasn't a weak leader, he would have made "hard choices" and done the same

Tigerheart realized that every group had a different reason for following the Kin. Some wanted Clans to be harsher. Some wanted more diplomacy. Others were just looking for connection.

She's smarter than most, and realized that this was much like the Dark Forest. The Kin was everything and nothing, and that meant there was probably an ulterior motive behind it.

They couldn't be trusted.

But no one listened to her. ShadowClan crumbled, she had to flee, and her last memory of her sister Dawnpelt is the image of her worried expression over her shoulder, leaving her behind in the Kin's new camp.

Dawnpelt wouldn't separate herself from her kits, including Sleekwhisker.

An ancient curse was filled yet again, tabby tiger watching their golden sibling fade away.

While staying with ThunderClan, Tigerheart found herself wrapped up in the messy sort-of-relationship between Dovewing and Bumblestripe

Dovewing was clearly unhappy, caught between two uncertain options, growing increasingly frustrated with ThunderClan

When Violetshine brought SkyClan back to the Lake for the final fight with the Kin, Tigerheart decided she needed to go be with her freed Clanmates, wherever they were to go.

Tigerheart asked her to come, but Dovewing wasn't ready. She couldn't leave her Clan, especially not when it wasn't even clear if the ex-ShadowClan cats would be fully accepted into SkyClan

Shortly after making that choice, Dovewing became pregnant. Dread twisted into panic as she realized she didn't want to raise kits with Bumblestripe, the thought of ThunderClan constantly speaking over her as a parent sunk in, and the knowledge that she had already turned Tigerheart down overwhelmed her.

With ShadowClan disbanded, Rowanclaw refusing to choose a new deputy and rejecting his remaining lives, Tigerheart and the survivors had to try and get used to being part of SkyClan.

Heartstar's Rise

This is a summary; go ahead and see the 1st draft outline of Heartstar's Rise over here!

After Dovewing choose Bumblestripe over her, Tigerheart returned to the ShadowClan survivors

They had been annexed into SkyClan, as Rowanstar was refusing to lead after his Clan fell apart under his watch

He never replaced Crowfrost after his horrible death, and was calling himself "Rowanclaw."

Ironic, that he was now in the same position as Blackstar, just before he was made deputy... but this time, there was a safer, more stable Clan for his cats to serve. He was convinced he was doing the correct thing.

This was causing problems related to the ex-ShadowClan cats having a lack of autonomy over themselves; they were no longer a Clan, but still felt like one.

They didn't want to be SkyClan cats. They were ShadowClan.

Tigerheart was more of a leader than Rowanclaw, but he was insisting ShadowClan would never have another star to its name.

"Let it rest in peace."

But before she could hatch a plan, Dovewing vanished, and Tigerheart was told by Poppyfrost (open to change) that she fled because she was pregnant.

So, of course, Tigerheart charged off to go find her.

After traveling far, far east for many days, she hit the church of the Guardians.

While there, her resolve to rebuild ShadowClan only grew stronger, though she promised Dovewing that this time... it was her choice.

She would stay and raise the kits with her, become a Guardian. Anything.

Dovewing, however, felt that this wasn't right either. Tigerheart needed to get home, her love of ShadowClan was completely different from Dovewing's dread for ThunderClan.

And... though she loved it here, she would love being wherever Tigerheart was.

Several guardians decided to join them for their own reasons; Blaze, Ant, and Cinnamon.

Spiresight is probably not going to be one of these (open to change); because he is now the leader of the Guardians. His name refers to the Guardian's new leader ability to sense anything that happens in their territory through the flora that grows there. It was not a name given by Tigerheart.

They came back to SkyClan and ex-ShadowClan cats having an argument over kittens that the Kin's remnants were still in possession of.

Yarrowleaf had been exiled from the Kin remnants and was begging for them to go back and 'save' the newborns Hopkit and Flaxkit.

The ex-Shadow cats wanted to launch an attack to steal back their own kittens and those of dead relatives; Leafstar was vetoing this out of a mix of wanting peace and seeing that the Kin remnants also had a right to the kits through being parents, relatives, etc.

Yarrowleaf especially; how could she know if she was telling the truth that Nettle was a danger to the kits? Yarrowleaf could have been exiled because she was the danger.

Tigerheart decided that enough was enough. ShadowClan was clearly still a separate Clan in their hearts, and they should be making their own choices, not begging someone else's leader for permission.

She will make controversial, ShadowClan-centric choices as a leader-- this time around, I want it to be less "black-and-white," so that the Kin remnants aren't completely evil and there's nuance to this situation... which Tigerheart tramples, displaying how she makes choices.

But, this time, the raid has a consequence; Tigerheart died in the attack.

However, Dovewing couldn't accept this, and brought her to the Moonpool in desperation.

Once there, Rowanstar refused to watch another child die. Declaring her his deputy, he grabbed her body and dove into the water, drowning away all of his lives so that she could live.

StarClan was touched by this heroic display of self-sacrifice, and was emotional enough to perform a miracle; Rowanstar's last life became Heartstar's first.

And with that life, Rowanstar gave her strength. Strength he used for one last kick, to send her back up to the surface of the pool as he sunk into the abyss below.

After this, Heartstar rebuilds ShadowClan. She can be a very biased leader, often ending up in situations where she lets her family off the hook easier than other warriors, or doling out 'theatrical' punishments just to say she did it. On that note, there are aspects of the code she barely cares about.

For this reason, even with the Clan she has the achievement of rebuilding, she can be quite polarizing. Her supporters adore her; her detractors despise her. This hasn't inhibited her ability to rule though...... yet.

(Better Bones does not cover arcs that are not done yet!)

Her political profile is largely 'soft' Traditionalism. She believes that ShadowClan must come first and that fighting keeps the Clans strong, but is committed to preserving the strength of the other four and does a lot of diplomacy. On Clan collaboration, she leans towards Fire Alone. On most other things, she leans Traditionalist.

#Girlbossstar building her empire #Yassifies your Tigerheart #Heartstar #Better Bones AU #Character Profile #Heartstar's Rise

[overthattwilight]

Ace through the mirror AU

-An AU where Ace Trappola doesn't exist, but he exists in the mirror

-He's a mysterious magical being who lives inside the mirrors of NRC

-Not only mirrors, he can exist in any object that has a reflecting surface

-He can also go to anywhere he wants if there is a reflecting surface, but he's sticking on NRC

-According to Ace, inside of the mirror looks weird as the staircase of Heartslabyul dorm. He says it's like moving through various movie sets

-Normally he prefers to appear in smooth mirrors. Other objects that are curved, unclear, or broken, has a distorted view, and distort Ace too. He doesn't really like getting distorted

-Ace has appeared in NRC 7 years ago. No one knows where or how he came

-He likes to tease students by popping up in the mirror and doing mischieve. Or even saying creepy things outside the mirror

-He teases the faculty too. But mostly his target Crowley

-Ace can affect the person with their reflection in the mirror. But Ace can't be affected by the person on the other hand. He is only in the mirror after all

-He's been quite infamous in NRC, and the upperclassmen would say 'Yeah, if you see a kid with brown spikey hair and red eyes, he's gonna pull a prank on you"

-Of course the 2nd/3rd years know Ace too. Ace had some interest about them, and followed them more than other students

-Currently his target is Deuce, Grim, and Yuu/MC. He has appeared to them since the entrance ceremony

-Especially he likes to tease on Deuce, he would follow everywhere he go through the mirror, constantly talking to him. He would usually say "Watcha gonna do today? Watcha gonna doooooo, tell meeeeee"

-Deuce is annoyed how the infamous Ace chose to follow him, for no reason. He doesn't know why Ace is so obssessed to him. He even decided to pop up on winter vacation through Deuce's pocket mirror

-There are some times Ace doesn't tease Deuce. During VDC practice, Ace became the mirror tutor on Deuce's dancing. He also accepted Deuce's request to check on Yuu/MC during winter vacation

-Ace acts quite the same to Grim, always teasing him. He would knock over Grim's tuna can in the mirror, which made Grim no longer eat in front of a mirror

-Sometimes Grim would blow fire on the mirror Ace is in, which eventually leads to getting scolded by Crowley. By the way, Ace is scolded too

-To Yuu/MC, Ace doesn't make pranks that much. Sure he likes to tease them, but he wouldn't make such pranks using the refelction of the mirror

-Usually they would talk in the mirror of Yuu/MC's room. Every morning Ace calls Yuu/MC through the mirror, and every night they have a chat before going to sleep

-He has no idea about the Yuu/MC dreams coming from the mirror. Ace saw nothing when Yuu/MC had the weird dreams

-He also hasn't seen Mickey. He tried staying in front of the mirror, but he saw nothing

-Deuce and Yuu/MC carry a pocket mirror with them so Ace can talk to them without having to search for a near mirror

-During winter vacation, Ace has left with Deuce to prank on him, but returned to NRC after Deuce received an S.O.S. message from Yuu/MC. He spied through the Scarabia students' accessories to see what's going on

-Yuu/MC would break the mirror then scatter the pieces, in order for Ace to have a wider sight when there isn't a mirror that is large enoigh arround. It is inconvenient, but at least it's helpful in urgent situations

Under this is Ace's backstory. It's quite dark

-Something terrible happened in the future(the prologue battle), and Ace was the only one left

-He wanted his normal back, he wanted his school back, he wanted his friends back, he wanted everything back

-By some miracle, his wish came true. He got the magic to turn things back. To rewind the clock

-However, the cost of the wish was cruel. Ace Trappola is no longer an existing person in the real world. And he is trapped inside the reflection of the world

-For the first days, he has been grieving of his fate, trapped inside a fake world reflecting the real world

-He did meet someone to cheer him up. It was his brother

-Of course Ace's brother no longer remembers Ace, but they got to be close friends. This helped Ace to relieve his grief

-He got to tease the students because the long time after his brother's graduation made him bored. He felt empty and teasing was his way to erase it

-He could have followed his brother and leave NRC, but he wanted to see his friends, and decided to wait for them

-Crowley realizes Ace might have used a powerful magic with a dreadly cost. He also knows there is no way to bring him back. Ace doesn't care, he gave up going back anyway.

-Ace just wish that the dark future he has seen in front of his eyes won't happen now. He don't want it to come. Then what would be the meaning of the price he made?

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland au #ace trappola

[noyzinerd]

Derek the Doggo

Now, I've read a few Sterek AU fics where Derek has to pretend he's a dog/wolf and gets adopted by Stiles, who is none the wiser. Stiles usually talks to his "pet" in these as if he were talking to a person.

That's nice and all, but can someone PLEASE give me a Stiles that speaks to fully-shifted wolf Derek like a tumblr millennial raised on the internet? Like the single, poorly socialized, unhinged, expending-waaaay-too-much-energy-into-his-"fur-baby" dog-mom I know he'd be?

Like, Stiles holding up a mirror up to Derek and going "It you!"

Or, when Derek lays belly-up, paws to the ceiling, and stretches his toes wide, Stiles says sagely, "Ah, yes.The beans are coming in nicely this year."

Or Stiles putting Derek in a hotdog costume.

Or decorating his entire place with balloons and streamers and ordering an elaborate, dog-safe cake made of peanut butter and Milkbones to celebrate their one-month-iversary since the adoption.

Stiles hiring a professional baby photographer for a photoshoot.

Stiles setting up a Zoom call for Derek with another friend's dog, in which, Derek just sits there, looking awkwardly between Stiles and the other dog like "What exactly am I supposed to do here?", because he's a full grown man expected to have a "conversation" over videochat with a dog like they're supposed to bark back and forth about the weather or park recommendations or something.

Stiles making Derek a Twitter account and constantly posting as him in doggo speak (which he reads out loud, in a voice he imagines Derek would have, as he types). Like "Henlo! I is heckin good boi derk! Big anger! Much grump!" Or "No bork. Only O\m/O". Or "Mmmm hooman shoes omnomnomnom 😋"

And when Derek tears into things or misbehaves in an attempt to upset Stiles, he's just met with a psuedo-stern "Wuh-oh. Looks like Hurricane Derek strikes again. I hereby sentence you to 3 hours of cruel and unusual punishment!" Before being put in a cone of shame.

Bonus points if, after Derek shifts back, it turns out Stiles already knew he was a werewolf (maybe not the whole time, but definitely early on). He just wanted to see how far he could push things until the mysterious werewolf he had adopted finally showed himself and revealed whatever he was planning.

(If there is, by miracles of miracles, already a fic like this, recs would by greatly appreciated!)

#sterek #teen wolf #derek hale #stiles stilinski #mieczysław stiles stilinski #tyler hoechlin #dylan o'brien #Mini fic #Full-shift Derek #Imagine squishing Derek's massive toe-beans #I just imagine a home-invasion scene where Derek fends off the intruder #But either Stiles gets hurt and Derek has to turn back in order to help him #Or Derek gets hurt and as he's fading in and out he just feels Stiles gently petting him and sees real fear for his safety in Stiles' eyes #I also imagine Stiles having a panic attack and Derek laying his head on Stiles' chest like a therapy dog #Wouldn't it be funny if the final straw for Derek to shift back was Stiles saying he was going to get Derek neutered #Like the instant Stiles says it Derek immediately shifts back with a big ol “Nope! I'm done!”

[rippleclan]

[Image ID: Twinekit and Moonpaw in their StarClan forms. The title above them says "StarClan: Structures & Basics of Power"]

So, StarClan is… an interesting group. Everyone has their own take on them, because almost no one likes how they are written in canon. The Erins clearly want StarClan to be a Christian analogy. They want interaction with StarClan to be a story about having faith in an omnipotent, benevolent force despite the challenges you face. I don’t think this is a bad thing, per se. However, the basic world building of StarClan makes this almost impossible to effectively portray for two reasons.

A: The living cats speak to StarClan all the time. This means that the writers must write dead characters in a character-accurate way while giving them divine knowledge and power. StarClan lacks the separation needed to say “we may not understand them but we need to trust they’re working towards a greater purpose”. When our heroes can actively talk to God, God needs to have something of value to say, something that would contradict the characterization of whatever dead cat you’ve chosen to deliver the information.

B: StarClan is a body of dead spirits who make terrible decisions. As readers, we can scan through the entire Warriors timeline, and that makes a lot of decisions seem ridiculous, contradictory, or outright cruel. Some notable examples include the Leafpool and Squirrelflight issues, Goosefeather, Jayfeather, letting Ashfur into StarClan but sending Frecklewish to the Dark Forest, and more. Some of these could work if we weren’t in constant communication with StarClan, but we are.

With all these issues, every AU or FanClan needs to explain how they view StarClan in an effort to craft better world building and useful tension. For RippleClan’s Promise, I take some inspiration from @bonefall and his Better Bones AU (hi bone love your work hope you like this). Other details are based around the mechanics of Clangen and my own personal tastes. For this lore post, we’ll discuss the basics of StarClan and what they are capable of.

Positions In StarClan

Clan culture is based on hierarchy and on listening to figures of authority, so why would StarClan not have their own unique positions? In this series, positions are based on how long someone has been dead, their reputation among the living, their personal interests, and the occasional bout of StarClan politics. In StarClan, all are meant to be equal, but authority is to be respected when working towards the good of the living.

The Newly-Dead are StarClan's most recent arrivals. They are often chosen to present information to the living due to their close ties to living friends and family. They could also be called the "face" of StarClan. They spend their time learning about StarClan, reuniting with loved ones, and delivering prophecies/visions/omens under the orders of others. After some time, they can move onto other roles, although some prefer just to rest.

Fetchers spend their time escorting the souls of the Clan's dead away from Earth. When a Clan cat dies, their soul sticks around for a while. Their souls can be stuck on Earth if their deaths are not properly acknowledged and/or the Fetcher cannot find them. There are stories of souls hiding from Fetchers long enough to return to their bodies, but the Clans aren't sure if they are stories for historians or artisans. Fetchers also protect the souls of leaders as their bodies recover from a lost life.

Judges keep an eye on the choices of the living to see who deserves to join their ranks. When someone dies, if there is a chance they do not deserve StarClan, the Judges will host a trial, like those of codekeepers on Earth. One judge will defend the soul while another accuses them of breaking the code one too many times and standing against the values of the Clans.

Blessed Ones can create blessings and miracles for the living. When the living have earned their favor, Blessed Ones encourage the growth of certain plants, foster the expansion of prey, and design kits in the bellies of pregnant queens. If StarClan is angry, the Blessed Ones help guide that anger into a specific manifestation.

Rather than fading, if a cat is forgotten by the living and has grown tired, they join the All-Seeing. The All-Seeing is considered a singular deity who stores the memories and personalities of every StarClan cat within them. If they push themself, they can separate a soul from themselves to present as an individual, but they prefer to stay whole. Few living cats have ever met them, for they stay out of living affairs. They tend to the river of space and time, which shows them all events of the past, present, and future concerning the Clans. They share these notes with other StarClan cats through prophecies and orders for dreams and visions. It's hard to tell if the All-Seeing truly cares about the Clans, or if they just want to watch a story unfold.

Sometimes a cat reincarnates rather than joining the All-Seeing. They can be dead for any length of time, but the act of reincarnation is a sacrifice. Their next self will recognize who they once were after they die, but their own personality will be gone.

Cats who want to stick around or have a strong memory in the Clans gain more power and authority in their chosen roles. These cats are known as Celestials and are similar to Christian saints or niche gods in a pantheon. Celestials can display god-like forms and are considered the guardians of a specific domain.

The highest of the Celestials is a small group known as the Guides. There are five Guides, one for each Clan. They can be considered the leaders of StarClan due to their determination to maintain their beloved Clans. Each Guide died or lived in such a way to permanently tie them to their Clan. Moonpaw was chosen as the guide of RippleClan and is therefore the Celestial of RippleClan.

What Can StarClan Do?

StarClan's power is largely based on individual prestige and collective emotion. All StarClan cats can take a form matching any part of their lives and visit the living Clans. Fetchers have unique abilities that allow for the manipulation of souls. Judges have the power to take cats between StarClan and the Dark Forest. The Blessed Ones work together to bless the territory. Celestials have some special abilities connected to what they represent. However, all these cats only have power because they have a community to look after so they can one day join them in their peaceful, starry abode.

The All-Seeing is the only one who actually receives knowledge of the future. Their rather neutral perspective on life, death, and what the living need to know is a source of frustration for anyone who isn't ready to join them. Sure, StarClan sees a lot, but the All-Seeing gets mad if they reveal too much to the living. Even the Guides don't want to piss off the All-Seeing.

In terms of influencing events, StarClan's power is limited by their emotion. Some of their greatest signs are the result of moments of utter rage. The Blessed Ones manage the collective emotion of StarClan and guide each boost of emotional power into a stronger blessing or curse outside of their own limited abilities.

There is more to StarClan, such as their relationship with the Dark Forest, but I'll save that for another day. I'll leave you with this: Twinekit may be a Newly-Dead as of Moon 8, but she will eventually become a Fetcher for RippleClan.

#rippleclan #clangen #rippleclan clangen #warrior cats #warrior cats clangen #rippleclan lore #starclan #clan culture #better bones au

[avatarmerida]

Pleeeeeeeeease do a one shot with THAT crew art...

You know the one I'm talking about...

(I'm God's miracle)

I do know it. It controls my every thought.

I haven’t seen anyone do it with evil!Hunter (insp @soldrawss) so here’s my attempt at combining the two. In my take of this version, Hunter is aware he is a grimwalker the whole time and basically has to do the Emperor’s bidding to justify existing (nothing new there) but he is aware that Belos is a liar and evil and he also believes he is these things because why wouldn’t he be? In case it’s not clear, this would be after ASIAS in a AU where Hunter keeps trying to recruit Willow to the coven as an excuse to talk to her. It’s less angst and more Megamind (who fully believes he is angsty so) ok bye

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“Well well well,” came a familiar voice from behind her. “If it isn’t my favorite plant witch.”

“Hello to you too,” Willow asked, unfazed by his “dramatic reveal” as she was so sure he had intended it to be. She did not look up from her comfortable spot on the ground where she sat, gathering soil into her little pail. “To what do I owe the pleasure, Mr. Golden Guard? Did you follow me up here or were you just waiting menacingly in the shadows for me to show up?”

“I’m not at liberty to discuss the business of the Emperor’s Coven with a civilian,” he said, giving her a non answer. “If you’d truly like to know why I’m here I suppose I could entrust that information to a new recruit.”

“Hmm pass,” she said, staying focused on her task with her back to her but feeling his eyes on her. He wouldn’t ask what she was doing, he would either pretend he already knew or ignore it all together.

“Do you need any help?” He asked, uncharacteristically small. Hmm,that was new. He was clearly hoping she’d have a more elaborate response and the prepared retort he had up his sleeve wouldn’t make sense, not that digging in the dirt made any more sense.

“No, I’m almost done,” she said, shoveling the last bit of soil into her pail. It was excellent soil, a shimmering dark turquoise that helped plants be more lively and vibrant. It was well worth the distance Willow had to travel to obtain it and collecting it was relaxing. It was quiet out here, an abandoned building made it seem off-putting to other people but Willow welcomed the calm atmosphere. There was hardly anything out here to capture the attention of the Emperor’s Coven. 

But that seemed to be the case wherever she found herself lately.

“Ya know it’s dangerous to be out here by yourself,” he said, kicking at the ground not expecting her attention to linger elsewhere.

“Well I’m not here by myself now am I?” She asked with a smirk he could hear. Months ago she would be terrified to find herself alone with him, especially knowing what she knew now about the Emperor’s Coven. He did not deny it when she confronted him about what the Coven and the Emperor were really like. He was not ashamed, he claimed, rather he was content with his place and what that meant. He was delighted with the rumors depicting him as ruthless and cruel (and this was mostly from the mouths of her friends) but somehow her experiences with him differed.

He loved a crowd, a perfect chance to act boastful and righteous and flaunt his status. But when it was just them his insincerity did not seem very sincere. She suspected he never spent enough time with anyone for them to see beyond his little character, but she had seen enough repeat performances to pick up the inconsistencies. By now she could tell when his words were empty, when he was leaning into this character that he was forced to method act. But she could sense he didn’t know who to be around her, and she felt that was some of his best work.

“Ya know, the Emperor’s Coven has tons of dirt,” he tried to say casually, feeling things had been silent for too long.

“What?”

“Uh, well that’s why you’re here right?” He sputtered.

“Oh so your business can stay a secret but mine can’t?” She said as she stood up and turned to face him. She could’ve sworn he stood straighter when she did.

“The Emperor makes it a point to know everyone’s business,” he said in a low, cool voice as though he himself was the Emperor. He tried so hard to intimidate her but she somehow always remained composed, as though she was merely humoring him. She wiped her hands on her dark green skirt, the access dirt blending in nicely and shook her head at him.

“Well then ask him what I’m up to,” she shrugged walking past him, purposely brushing past his shoulder as she did. She heard him chuckle deep in his throat, as though she had said just the right thing.

“I’m not so sure he’d be pleased with you trespassing, little plant witch.” the Golden Guard said with a cocky smile. He has stopped wearing his mask around Willow, maybe because it was easier to see or maybe because he thought she could be swayed by a pretty face. She’d have to ask him one of these days.

“Pssh ‘trespassing?’” Willow laughed, flipping her braid over her shoulder. “There’s nothing to trespass out here, it’s totally abandoned!”

“Exactly,” he said, following slowly behind her. “There’s a reason for that; it’s condemned. Strictly off limits.Dangerous.”

“Aww so did you stalk me all the way here because it’s dangerous and you wanted to make sure I was safe before you kidnapped me again?”

“Pssh, what?” Hunter could never place her tone, how it was both sweet and sour, how it asked a question that seemed to already hold the answer. It was like an argument that he wasn’t sure how to win. “Of course not. W-why would I care about what happens to a foolish half-a-witch like you? If you’re foolish enough to come here, you deserve to learn the consequences first hand.”

“Hmm, I could say the same thing about you,” Willow sighed, looking over her shoulder at him. “But which half-a-witch is more foolish? The one who came here or the one who followed her here because he wanted an excuse to talk to her?”

“It’s business!” Hunter insisted, picking up his pace as his voice got higher. “My job is to enforce the rules and will of the Emperor and the signs on the perimeter clearly state-.”

“So are you gonna arrest me?” She asked,  quickly turning on her heel causing him to nearly bump into her.

“I-I could.” He stuttered, his eyes unable to decide where to look.

“Hmm, well you can’t join the Emperor’s Coven with a criminal record so... okay, go ahead.” She set her pail down and placed her arms out as though she was ready to be escorted to prison.

He was taken back. Very rarely did his banter get a response let alone ones so calm and silly. But she always managed to call his bluff and he couldn’t tell if she was wearing him down or winning him over. Either way, what a fine addition to the coven she’d be..

But she was right, and Hunter could hardly back down from what he said without contradicting his whole deal and risking losing the advantage he thought he had. This girl wasn’t scared of him or intimidated by him, heck she wasn’t even annoyed by him. His usual tricks didn’t work on her and as much as he wanted them to, it was somewhat refreshing. But either he had followed her here and hadn't stopped her or he was waiting for her and didn’t speak up right away. He barely understood why he mentioned the trespassing, the Emperor didn’t care about this area he would find the time wasted unless Hunter had actually caught a wild witch.

He was working on it.

“So um yeah I uh-.” But before he could verbally dig his own grave, the ground began to shake. A large crack formed between him and Willow and they both kept back to avoid falling in. The crack quickly sped up and reached the remains of the building, causing it to fall forward, heading towards the pair. They quickly jumped out of the way as the rest of the buildings followed like dominos.

As the walls came crumbling down around them, Hunter went to teleport away dodging the debris as he located the way out. As he looked out of the corner of his eye to see which way the plant girl was going, his heart or the equal equivalent sank when he saw her laying on the ground. A large collection of bricks had fallen on her foot and Hunter watched her remove them as a look of pain overtook her face.

She was so focused on her current situation that she didn’t see another pile was headed her way. By the time Willow did notice it was almost too late and all she had time to do was close her eyes and brace for impact.

But she was not met with the impact she had been expecting.

The next thing she knew, she was in a blur of light. Settings came in and out of focus, the constant, jagged movement made her dizzy but it was somehow sort of mesmerizing. She looked up and saw her savior, serious and sorrowful looking ahead at his destination and not being distracted by the wide eyed girl who clung poetically to his chest.

He darted from point to point, the ground growing more unstable by the second. His focus and grip never wavered as Willow took the opportunity to memorize his features. They seemed to compliment him in every sense, they made the transition from stern to soft so seamlessly. His edges were sharp, his jawline so defined it seemed to direct her to his eyes like an arrowhead. Willow had never seen this in his eyes before; it was less certain than the way they held anger but it was softer than the fear they had known.

She wanted to see them closer, but she felt the look would vanish if she entered his sight.

When Hunter felt they had traveled a safe distance, he stopped and hid behind a wall, making sure no other threats had followed them. Willow watched in wonder as he panted, his eyes desperately scanning their surroundings to make sure there would be no more surprise demolishment. He brought her closer, as though shielding her from unseen doom as Willow’s head fell instinctively on his shoulder as she listened to the sound of him breathing.

“Are you okay?” She whispered, close enough that she could see a fresh wound above his eye, another for his never ending collection.

“We should be safe here,” he said, more to assure himself than her, not quite answering her question. Something about him saying ‘we’ and not ‘I’ or ‘you’ made her heart spin. 

“Hunter?”

“Yeah?”

“You can put me down now.” Willow said, feeling as though Hunter had forgotten she occupied his arms. He held her like she was nothing and everything at the same time. Like he didn’t want to risk dropping her. Like she was precious to him. Like he wanted her close. A boy with no good in his heart as he so adamantly claimed to be could never hold someone like this. She wondered if his kindness was hidden from him or by him. She wondered if it felt familiar or forced, because it felt nice to be close to.

“Oh, right.” He said as though it was really no inconvenience and had simply slipped his mind. He suddenly became conscious of how tight his grip on her was as he gently placed her back on her feet. It felt unnatural to do something so gently, but something about her made unnatural things happen easily. As her feet touched the ground, a sharp pain shot up her body and she winced as she shifted her weight. Hunter instinctively crouched down back to her side for her to lean on him to take pressure off the leg “Sorry about that.”

“‘Sorry?’” She repeated, the shock distracting from her pain, She gave a small laugh. “D-did you just apologize to me?”

“Uh, I mean I-.”

“Were you... worried about me?”

“What? No!” Hunter’s face turned bright crimson, in embarrassment, in anger, infatuated.

“You were!” Willow exclaimed victoriously, as she summoned a large flower to sit on, as Hunter was desperate to pull away. “You were worried you might hurt me!”

“No! I meant sorry for...”

“Oh my Titan, you can’t even think of a fake reason!” Willow accused in delight, adjusting her dress as she made herself more comfortable. “It’s true!”

“Shut up!” He spat, contorting his mouth into a twisted frown. “I-I didn’t even mean to say it!”

“Exactly!” Willow said, pointing her finger at him, small yellow flowers bursting around her to emphasize her point. “You didn’t even mean to! You did it without thinking! Deep down inside of you, there is good!”

“Shut up!” He said again, but this time the embarrassment in his voice outweighed the anger. He tried to walk away from her but his pace was not a quick as it could be, he had no destination in mind.

“You did follow me to make sure I was safe,” Willow said smugly, hoopping off her her seat to skip beside him as tried to avoid her direct gaze. “You care about me.”

“No I don’t!” He insisted, hastening his pace.

“Really? Then why am I over here where’s it safe? Would’ve been easier to have just left me, ya know. Let me ‘learn the consequences first hand’ and all that, right?”

“I was looking out for myself and you were in my way,” Hunter lied quickly. “You just got lucky, but it wasn’t on purpose!”

“You had plenty of chances to put me down,” she pointed out with a bright smile, summoning a vine to carry her to adjust to his speed. Her knee high sock had gotten torn and she could tell her leg was slightly bruised and scratched, but she could worry about that later. “And I’m pretty sure you told me to ‘hold on.’ Now why would you say that to someone whose safety you didn’t care about?”

“I owed you one,” he grumbled, pausing for a moment to try and figure out where they were.

“Would someone truly evil care about his debt to a mere half-a-witch?” Willow stopped behind him, removing her hair from her braids to redo them. She knew he wouldn’t leave with a question like that in the air. He stopped too.

He did not have a response, but he wished he did. He could not blame it on a code of honor because he knew that she believed that he believed he did not have one.

“You care about me.” She stated sweetly. It was not a question.

“So what if I do?” He asked softly, trying to appear as though it was no concern of his, whether or not it was the truth. “The amount someone like me can care about someone doesn’t add up to much. I wouldn’t let it go to your head.”

“So what if I do?” Willow said back, mocking his solemn tone as she twisted her hair back into a braid. “Maybe I care about you too.”

“Another foolish decision on your part,” said Hunter, regaining the steady control in his voice as he summoned his staff, knowing he couldn’t risk staying with her longer. “But I know better than trying to tell you what to think. You’ve made it clear that my opinion is of no value to you.”

“It has value,” she said slowly, disliking the braid she had made and undoing it, giving up on the endeavor. “It values me, so it’s not composed entirely of bad taste.”

“I’ve been very upfront about-,” he said loudly as he turned around to face her, not realizing how close she was standing to him. The vine she summoned for support elevated her slightly so she was at his eye level, her hair free and forming small curls around her face in a way he had never seen before. Their faces were mere inches apart but she did not flinch or pull  away but he swore she held her breath. He cleared his throat and lowered his voice. “-about your value to me.”

“For the Coven, right?” She said gently as though she had to remind him. “It’s just that, I feel like during our meetings lately, you’ve been trying more to change my feelings about you, and less about the Coven.”

“The coven and I are essentially the same.”

“To you, maybe, but I have no interest in the coven,” said Willow, allowing her vine to set her down as she tried to apply gently pressure on her leg. “So how is it that I spend so much time with the coven head?”

He turned his gaze to the ground and did not answer.

“I highly doubt you pursue all candidates this thoroughly, I highly doubt you have the time,” continued Willow. “With all the time you’ve spent chasing me you could’ve found about ten more qualified recruits. Can you honestly say I’m worth ten scouts?”

“You’re easily worth 100.”

“How?” She asked, honestly perplexed. “Because I have potential? So what? Plenty of people do. You said the coven is no place for emotions, well that’s where my power comes from. Recruiting me would remove the thing that made you want me in the first place. You’re smart, surely you’ve realized that.”

“It's because you’re stubborn, “ he said, looking up at her like he believed he was invisible to her. “You aren’t swayed by fancy words and status and it’s not because you don’t see their worth. Your approval is guarded, it’s selective, and rare things tend to be valuable things.” His voice did not ooze its usual smugness, he said it like he was reciting a poem to her. His voice held something back as though he could not bring himself to say too blunt a compliment. He removed his worn glove and reached out to brush a loose strand of hair behind. He could not place the reason for the gesture.

Willow let out a small gasp, half lost in the complement half breathless from the cold touch of his hand lingering against her cheek. He turned around to walk away, hoping it looked convincing that he could get very far this time.

“So if I had liked you when we first met, you wouldn’t value my opinion?” She called after him.

“If you had liked me when we first met you wouldn’t have really known me.” He called back.

“Does that mean you’ve changed?”

He stopped for a moment and thought about what that implied. She liked him now? Is that what that meant? How? He hadn’t changed as far as he was concerned, but he had never been someone else’s concern before. He didn’t know what that was supposed to mean. He vanished into a flash of gold before appearing in front of her again, no other destination in mind.

“What’s to stop me from kidnapping you?” His voice was cold and demanding, the way it was always supposed to be. “You’re weak, you’re hurt, you’re helpless! I could take you to the castle and throw you in a cell! I could bring you before the Emperor and frame you for any number or crimes! I could-! Er... I could...”

“That’s what you could do, but what will you do?” Willow winced, the pain in her leg growing. “I think if that’s what you wanted to do you would’ve done it by now. But you haven’t. Because you’re worried about my comfort and you’re thinking about what’s best for me.  You’re stalling because you don’t know what you want to do. I feel like true evil doesn’t hesitate.”

He inhaled sharply, cursing himself for hesitating to respond to her. He should be long gone by now, or at least be pretending he was in control of the situation. But he had saved her with no ulterior motive in mind, and the reason that did come to mind was impossible. He didn’t like her seeing him like this, but why did he care what she thought?

“I see how you fight,” said Willow gently, reading his thoughts. “You antagonize and trap and dodge, but you rarely strike. You love to talk and it’s like you’re trying to distract from the fact that your blows are never fatal. You refuse to attack unless it’s totally necessary. Doesn’t seem very bloodthirsty to me.”

“It’s called strategy,” he said. “It’s smart to preserve energy, it’s efficient. That way you don’t end up hurt and in your enemy’s clutches.” He gestured to her current state as though it proved his point. But Willow only smiled. She did not consider him an enemy but did enjoy her time in his clutches.

“So you know I wouldn’t have left you there either,” she said and he just groaned at how she was able to see more than what was supposed to be there. Everyone else accepted he was no good and scary, why couldn’t she? Wasn’t he supposed to want her to?

“Well. since you value loyalty, let’s see you try and join another coven now after the Emperor’s Coven saved your life,” he scoffed as though that had been his plan all along and he hadn’t just thought of it.

But she could see there was no true flair to his actions or ulterior motive lurking in his words, he was simply not used to going against orders in a way that he could not justify. It would have been fitting for his persona not to save her, it would have been tactical to lure her into an agreement before doing so and taking advantage of her position. So why hadn’t he? Why would he risk his life and have nothing to show for it?

“Thank you Hunter.” She said softly. She was the only one who said his name like that. His name was not freely given, but she had managed to weasel it out of him. She hadn’t had to try very hard.

“When you join the coven you won’t be able to address me so informally.” he said, putting his glove back on.  

“I think that’s one reason you’ve become less insistent that I do.”

“You have many?”

“I think you’re scared,” said Willow. “I think you’ve been doing what you’re told and are trying to convince yourself that it’s what you want to be doing but it’s not. But you’re scared because you know what Belos is capable of doing if he ever found out. I think you feel trapped and alone so you don’t listen to the part of you that wants something different because you don’t believe you’re allowed to. Because you know that’s what Belos believes.”

“So you think about me often, do you?” He said, hearing what he wanted to hear or at least trying to make it seem like he did.

“Or maybe you’re just impossible,” sighed Willow, seeing she wouldn’t make any ground in that subject matter today, standing up as much as she could.

“Grimwalkers are supposed to be impossible,” Hunter pointed out. “We’re taboo, an unforgivable sin, we’re damned from the moment we open our eyes. We can be nothing but ruthless...”

She rolled her eyes, as he continued his classic “born to be bad” speech. She should’ve known it was only a matter of time before he needed to prolong his presence with a monologue.

“Yeah, okay.” she chuckled, believing him less and less every time. The speech was more to assure him than her at this point.

“It’s true!” He insisted, the tips of his ears turning red. “I am heartless! And cold! I-I haven’t even asked you if you’re okay besides I don’t care! Because I-.”

“Because you’re checking my vitals like you think I can’t tell,” Willow finished, noting that while he did not say anything he eyed her injury to ensure it was leveled properly to reduce the pain. He was no healing expert, but he had suffered enough on the job injuries to know a few tricks. “You’d leave any other recruit out here to fend for themselves, so why am I any different?”

He looked up at the sky, it was getting late. He was tired and hungry and he knew Willow was meant to home before dark. He would think of something clever to say another day. 

“That’s what I’m trying to figure out,” said Hunter quietly as he swiftly went to scoop her up again. Consciously picking her up allowed Hunter to overthink it. He cautiously placed his arms around her back and under her knees and held her close and she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, locking her fingers together to keep her close. If not for what he would later label his momentary lapse in judgment, he would never have the opportunity to be so close to her without seeing fury in her eyes. Now, they held a calm flourishing field of green, they held pleasantly surprised gratitude and maybe... admiration.

He didn’t teleport unless it was necessary, certain the sharp movements would aggravate her injury and flying was no better. So he held her in his arms and walked back to the path, traveling in silence as Willow tried to make sense of the moment.

But it was all in his head. Because at the end of the day, he knew what he was.

He knew he was the latest and therefore the greatest and maybe the last in a long line of disappointments. He was born heartless, his emotions were nothing more than a clever manipulation to imply there was variety beyond disgust and anger. He was told what he was and what he was meant for and he was oh so good at doing exactly what he was told.

He would outlive the others. He would see the plan through. He would not be distracted. He had never had an issue sticking to these mantras until he found himself risking everything to keep a silly plant witch around. He dared to think he could keep her around if he could convince her of the benefits. But why did he want to keep her around any way he could? How was he supposed to explain the twinge in his chest when he became overly aware of how close she was to him, resting safe in his arms?

No one had ever looked at him this way. Her eyes weren’t sizing him up or predicting his next move or scanning him for signs of weakness. Her eyes graced him because she was glad he was there. His eyes weren’t reverting to her every so often because he was monitoring her for a surprise attack or suspected her disloyalty or because he thought she was impressed by him. He wanted to see her face because it made him feel safe, it sent a shot through him that envied fear and lighting.

“Is the whole ‘you care about me’ theory completely off the table?” she asked once their surroundings became familiar again.

“Grimwalkers can’t feel love,” he said casually, as though it was a common fact and not something so devastating. It was a rare truly serious moment so Willow did not cheekily mention the fact that she had not said the word “love” as he set her back on the ground, her house not far from here.

“Well, that doesn’t make you a monster,” said Willow. “Plenty of people don’t fall in love or feel attraction, but that doesn’t mean that-.”

“No, I mean...” Hunter loved correcting people, but his evidence against her claim came with a personal toll that he hoped she wouldn’t ask him to clarify and act as though it was something he didn’t mind about himself. “...I mean, we cannot feel love and we cannot be loved. We can feel fondness, I suppose, and gratitude but no more than is required to know the value of something. But our skin is thick, an armor, meant to deflect any type of affection that threatens to weigh us down. How can a creature without a heart ever feel-.”

Willow interrupted his latest monologue by grabbing the sides of his face and pulling him down to her to place a strong but gentle kiss square on his lips. Despite her warmth, he was frozen. Sweaty, shivering, stunned. Her lips curled into a smile and Hunter’s thoughts were consumed with why. Was she delighted in the action alone or was it all done for his reaction? Had she frozen time or has they been in this moment forever? Was she just trying to shut him up? He’d ramble on forever if this was the punishment. But his chest felt like he had drank of water from the boiling sea, fizzling and burning and bubbling and the warmth spread to the rest of his body and numbed him like her touch contained venom.

He was melting from the inside out and somehow it was painless. His eyes widened in shock at the source, blissfully unaware of the ailment (or maybe she just showed no visible signs?) as she held him in place. It was as though then their lips touched, the world around them became more colorful. Willow had her eyes closed, perhaps because she already knew how colorful the world was. She was the brightest thing in it, after all. Had that always been the case?

His chest was on fire as she pulled back to look at him again, her hands lingered on the sides of his face which was now entirely red. He felt dizzy and dopey and turned around, had this been a trap she had planned for him the whole time?

“What have you done?!” He demanded angrily with a rage Willow had not seen in him before. She couldn’t help but feel that he wasn’t speaking only to her. “D-Did you just curse me? My existence is already a curse! Why would you want to add onto it? Why would you-?”

“I didn’t curse you, I kissed you,” said Willow simply as though the two were often confused for each other, her voice carried an airy giggle. “It’s a way to show affection. It’s a gesture of thanks and... love.”

“Is that what this is?” He screamed, referring to the waves of fireworks in his chest that she could not see but somehow understood. “You gave me the ability to love?!”

“Well, I don’t think I gave it to you, but I think that maybe you-.”

“Well, take it back!” Hunter demanded, pulling her close to him by her shoulders and joining their lips as she had done in a swift motion. Unlike the way his hands had flailed behind him when she initiated the contact, she got over her surprise very quickly and leaned into it, reaching up to put her arms around his neck to return the pressure and keep him steady.

It felt just as scary as the first time but somehow easier. She was smiling again and while Hunter had no idea what he was doing, he was pretty sure he wasn’t doing it wrong. As he relaxed and allowed his eyes to fall closed, he could still see the dazzling display of colors as he tried to inhale the faint smell of wildflowers in her hair . Relaxation did not come naturally to him so he was quickly brought out of the moment as he suddenly remembered how he had gotten back into whatever this was and pulled away. Willow followed him as though she wasn't ready to part and when he looked at her, he saw her face decorated in a kindred flush as though she had just done battle. Another trap! Surely staying too long in the “kiss” allowed her to send the curse back to him because he felt so compelled to brush her hair out of her face again and that must be why.

“Curses aren’t really a plant magic thing,” Willow whispered, her hands still clinging to his chest. He wondered if her leg was still bothering her. He wondered why he even cared. “Just so you know.”

“Well, then it’s a reaction to one of your flowers or pollen or something,” he said. “I’m just having an allergy attack.”

“Or maybe you were raised by a liar,” said Willow. “Who convinced you that you were immune rather than neglected because he allowed no examples of any form of love.”

“Maybe...” Hunter began, dwelling over her words. He stepped back as his eyes widened when he found a solution that pleased him. “Maybe... I am the Titan’s miracle.”

“Oh geez,” Willow groaned, pinching the bridge of her nose as Hunter’s ego increased and he began to pace, drafting a speech of what this could mean. “Well I’m getting out of here before you make me regret this. But… see you tomorrow?

He stopped. Something about the nonchalant way she said the words tickled his ear like there was something more buried in the words. He had just been thinking about how much her magic had improved in mere weeks, thinking about how powerful she would be if given months. He thought about how her power could benefit the coven. He thought about her often. He thought about her outside of her use to the greater good, he thought about her smile, her laugh, the way she placed her hand beneath her chin when she said something snarky, the soft peridot color of her eyes and how they shined beneath her glasses when she rolled them at him and the way she-.

The way she was the only one who made him feel this way. A way that wasn’t worthless or vindictive. A way he wasn’t supposed to feel.

“Do you intend on needing rescuing again?” Hunter inquired, looking at her over his shoulder his throat suddenly feeling tight like the question he really wanted to ask was stuck and struggling to be known. This tight dizzy feeling that he felt whenever she was around, this growing need to be beside her, did she feel this way about him?

In response, she sent a detailed yellow flower with long dramatic petals littered with pale red stripes. She sent in on a long strong stem so it reached his eye level taking in every detail. It was a remarkably unique flower and did seem particularly special at first but as he brought it closer he saw just how intricate its details were, the small patterns within the petals invisible to the casual onlooker. The scent was sweet but subtle, a pleasure you had to be close to in order to experience. He could tell this was not a flower found in nature, this was of her own design.

The flower’s vine wrapped itself around his wrist like a corsage, twirling around his pinky link it was sealing a promise. She had made her way safely into her house by now and they had an unspoken agreement that this space was off limits. But he knew their paths would cross again. He could use returning her pail of dirt as an excuse to see her. He could say her injury was a liability of the coven and he was obligated by the Emperor to monitor her. 

Or maybe he didn’t need to explain himself, he was the Titan’s miracle after all.

#huntlow #huntlow fanfiction #willow park #evil!hunter #toh #the owl house #winter toh #megamind vibes but you have to read it like megamind #hunter toh

[crushculture03]

Knight In shining armor AU

Summary : Your father, the king, is a cruel man forcing you into a loveless marriage. But soon you meet his head knight and fall madly in love even though your love is strictly forbidden and can have dire consequences

Pairing : Knight! Matty x Princess! Reader

Warnings : Medieval times, poorly written smut, parental abuse, talks of torture and execution, pregnancy, mom running away, shitty father, Love at first sight troupe. Use of Matthew instead of Matty

Notes: This is an AU of the first ‘Knight in shining armor” except this one is more dark and intense than the last. Again it being medieval times, is the reason their relationship moves so fast bc people got married after like a day. Also they sound proper here so some of the dialogue may sound funny since there’s not a lot of contractions.

For your entire life all you have known was the cold cobblestone walls of the castle, you were never allowed to go out into the village or do anything that didn't have to do with the royal life. Your father, the king, was a cruel man who ruled the land with an iron fist, everyone of his subjects were afraid to cross his path, in-fear that if they as much as breathed in his direction that he would sentence them to death. You being the only heir to the throne was something he despised, he always wanted a son and you knew it, because he would always remind you how weak of a queen you would be and if he had a son he would be a powerful ruler just like him.

You so desperately wanted to escape the royal life, but your father kept you locked away and guarded at all times to ensure you wouldn't run like your mother had when you were just a little girl. He blamed you for her leaving, saying that if you would have been a son instead he would've loved her more and she wouldn't have left. Your only escape from your fathers wrathe and the miserable confines of the castle, was when you were allowed to go out in the garden, under intense supervision of course, but just being outside around the flowers made you feel better and made life seem less miserable.

Your father had called you into his chambers that morning to talk, you didn't know what about but sensed it was probably not going to be something good. With shaky hands, you opened the heavy wooden doors that led to his room. "Good Morning Father" you say, keeping your distance from him, "Y/N, take a seat" he demanded as he sat down on his favorite velvet couch. You quickly rushed over and took the seat across from him, "Y/N I called you here to tell you that you are to be wed to the Prince of Godwick" he says, your face falls, you always knew an arranged marriage was in your future, you just hoped you would have been able to escape before the time came.

"But father does he not have a wife already?" you ask, "He does but she is not able to have children so he needs a new one who can" he responded. "But hes 10 years older than me father, please don't do this" you plead, hoping by some miracle he will have a change of heart on the situation. All hope for that is thrown out the window when you feel a harsh slap on your cheek, "You stupid girl how dare you question me, you will marry him and that's an order you hear me?" he shouts, "Yes father" you say, hanging your head in defeat. "Good now get out of my sight" he demands, grabbing you from the chair and pushing you out the door, before slamming it in your face.

Tears flow down your cheeks as you run to the only safe space you know, the garden, luckily you had managed to avoid all the guards, so you were able to cry without your behavior being reported back to your father. "Oh mother I wish you were here" you sob as you cradle your head in your hands.

"Excuse me are you alright?" a voice says, you quickly look up at the person and wipe your tears with your sleeve. "Who are you" you ask, the man infront of you didn't look like any of the guards your father usually had following you. "I'm Sir Matthew" he says, as he takes a seat next to you on the bench, "Ah My fathers top knight" you scoff, not wanting to even look at him. "That is true, but if you are worried I am going to tell him about you being here alone and crying, then you are wrong, I see the way he treats you, no one should ever treat a lady like that" the knight says, this causes you to turn and face him "My father talks of you alot, I am not sure why I have never seen you though" you say, "That is probably because that awful man keeps you locked away from everyone but those grimy guards and maids that are assigned to you" Matthew says, it catches you off guard when you hear him insult your father.

"You know you could be killed for saying such things" you state, "I know Princess, but are you really going to sit here and tell me I am wrong for saying them?" he asks. You sigh, "No, it is kind of refreshing to hear someone call him a monster, because that's what he is, a heartless man who cares about no one but himself, I hate him" you say, "I do not blame you" he says. You take a minute to respond back, taking the time to study his appearance, he didn't look like the other knights, he was younger with beautiful chocolate curls that fell on his forehead perfectly, and warm brown eyes that made you feel safe just looking at them.

"My father is forcing me to marry the Prince of Godwick, says the prince needs a new wife who can have children" you say, "That fool? He is atleast 10 years older than you" he scoffs, "I have no other choice Matthew I have to marry him" you sigh, as tears pour down your face once more. The knight moves closer to you, and gently wipes your tears away with his thumb, you never knew someone in your fathers court could be so nice, so sweet, so loving. "I-" but before you can finish you hear your name being called in the distance, "Thank you Matthew" you say, before placing a quick kiss on his cheek and running off into the direction of the voice.

"What is it Fredrick" you spit, "You know you are not supposed to be out here by yourself" the guard says as he grabs your arm harshly and tugs you back into the castle. "Your father wants you back in your room until the prince comes" the guard says as he pulls you in the direction of your room. "And when is that?" you ask, dreading the answer, "In a month, so be a good princess and stay there got it?" he demands as he swings open your door and shoves you inside quickly, before slamming the wood in your face and locking it. You want to scream, but know if you do your father will come and beat you for making such a sound.

As you lay on your bed staring at the ceiling, contemplating what to do about the current situation, your thoughts couldn't help but drift to Matthew, the kind knight who had stopped to comfort you. He was the only person, besides your mother, who had shown you any sort of humanity. You couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to run your fingers through his soft curls, and what his lips might feel like against yours, you found yourself longing for him, even though you had just met him.

Your thoughts of the knight were interrupted by a loud thump that came from the balcony that was attached to your room. You cautiously made your way over to it and drew back the curtains, revealing the knight who wouldn't leave your mind. "Matthew what are you doing here?" you whisper, quickly pulling him into your room so no one outside will see. "I came to see you princess, you have not left my mind since we met" he said, you blush at his words "I have not stopped thinking of you either" you say as you gently brush a stray curl from his forehead.

He wraps his arms around your waist, quickly pulling you flush to his chest, "Princess" he whispers as his eyes flicker from yours to your lips. You push your lips against his, not being able to wait another minute, the kiss is soft and gentle, everything you expected it to be.  You reluctantly pull away from him, "I-Im sorry I do not know-" you apologize, but matthew quickly pulls your lips back onto his before you can finish your sentence. You wrap your arms around his neck to deepen the kiss, as he slowly walks you backwards to your bed. The back of your legs hit the soft mattress, prompting you to lay down and pull him on top of you.

"Princess" he whispers, "I- we can't" he stutters, "Please matthew for one night I just want to feel special, I want to be with someone I care for first before being sentenced to a life time of loveless sex" you plead as you tug on his linen shirt. "Darling" he whispers, "Please just for tonight I want to forget everything, Matthew please" you beg, "Princess, I care for you a great deal, and I want this, you have no idea how bad I want this, but aren't you worried?" he asks, "If he finds out then atleast I know my last night was spent with someone I love" you say, as your hand goes to cup his cheek.

Matthew instantly captures your lips with his, slowly bringing his hands to the sleeves of your silk night gown, "You sure princess?" he asks before moving foreward, "I'm sure matthew" you say back as you sit up and slowly pull your night gown over your head, revealing your naked figure. Matthew looks at you in awe, "You're so beautiful" he whispers, you blush at his comment, "Your turn Matthew" you say, he quickly pulls off his tunic and pants leaving him only in his underwear. You pull him back on top of you, quickly connecting your lips once again, his hands travel slowly down your body, landing on your hips. He gently sprends your legs apart as he pulls off his underwear, throwing them somewhere in your room. "I love you y/n" he whispers, before slowly pushing himself into you, you gasp at the new feeling but quickly welcome it. "Can I move my love?" he asks, you nod your head 'yes' in response and slowly he starts thrust in and out of you. You moan softly at the feeling of him filling you up, quickly wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling his lips onto yours. You pushed your hips up to meet his, which cause him to go even deeper. "Mm matthew" you moan as he hits your sweet spot, "doing so good princess" he praises as he places feather light kisses to your neck. In that moment you had never felt more loved, you wish it never had to end, that you could be with him instead of being forced to marry that prince.

But any negative thoughts that may have been in your mind faded away when you looked up at him, his curls were falling messily on his forehead and his eyes held so much love in them. "What are you thinking about my love" he asks, snapping you out of your thoughts, "You" you smile.

After a few minutes you feel the tension in your stomach about to boil over "m' close darling" you say, "Me too love" he responds back and speeds up his thrusts, trying to lead you to your release. Your high hits you all at once, making your eyes flutter close as you take in the euphoria of the moment, you feel a sudden warmth spread in your abdomen as matthew releases inside of you. "Matthew" you whisper as your eyes flutter open, "Yes my love" he smiles, "Thank you for making me feel loved for the first time in my life" you say, "If I can I plan to make you feel loved for the rest of your life princess" he states, gently placing a kiss on your check before carefully pulling out of you and laying in the empty spot next to you.

"I wish that could happen" you mumble, "Who says it can't, run away with me princess" he says as he pulls you into his arms. "Matthew, I would love to but my father he would never stop looking for us, it is not safe" you frown, he sighs knowing you have a point, "Just hold me tonight and we will worry about the future tomorrow" you say, "Ok my love, goodnight" he says, before kissing your bare shoulder and closing his eyes, both of you slowly drifting off to sleep.

"WAKE UP" a voice screams, causing you to jolt awake, quickly covering your bare figure with your bedsheet, you turn to look at Matthew, but notice he's not there next to you. "So you think its ok to whore around with my knights!" your father yells, "Father where's Matthew!" you scream back, worried about the fate of your lover. The king chuckles, "Oh princess I am afraid you will never be seeing him ever again, he is set to be executed in 2 weeks, and you are to be married in a month" your dad smiles as he delivers the news.

Tears well up in your eyes as you hear the fate of Matthew, "Father please he did not do anything wrong, punish me instead it's all my fault not his" you plead. "Oh shut up you stupid girl" he screams, "You are to not leave this room until the prince arrives" he finishes, before turning around and walking out the door, slamming it shut. You cradle your head in your hands as you sob, you wish this was all just one big nightmare and you would wake up any minute still cradled in the knights arms.

A week has passed since you have last seen the knight, your heart longs to be with him, every night you lay awake worried about what horrors he has had to endure because of you. Sometimes Fredrick would taunt you through the door, telling you every detail of how your love was being torture, he'd find some sick pleasure in hearing you sob after every detail.

One night you are able to make a brave escape down your balcony, fortunately for you most of the guards were passed out drunk from the celebration that was thrown earlier in the evening. 

You quietly make your way to the dungeons of the castle, making sure to tip toe around the passed out guard and carefully steal the keys. You quickly searched all the cells until you saw him, he was badly beaten and curled up on the floor, your heart broke at the sight and longed to be next to him once more. You quickly hurry to unlock the cell, making sure to be as quiet as possible as to not awake the guard. Once the door is open, you quickly rush to him, kneeling down beside him and gently stroking his hair. Matthew stirs at your touch and slowly opens his eyes, "Princess" he whispers, "Matthew" you whisper back, tears pour from your eyes faster as you see his bruised face. You gently pull him into your arms as the two of you weep together, "I'm so sorry this is all my fault" you mumble as you hold him close, "Don't say that darling please" he begs as he continues to cry into your chest. You kiss his forehead as you rock him back and forth, trying to soothe not only him but yourself as well. "I love you" you say as you look down at him, he looks up to meet your eyes and smiles "I love you too" he responds and with all his strength he pulls himself up and kisses you.

"I wish this wasn't how it had to end, I wish we could run away together, if I knew he wouldn't come after us I would have gone" you state, "Shh darling, its ok, we will meet again in the after life, I'll be waiting for you" he says, "No its not fair, if hes going to kill you, he might as well kill me too, because I do not wish to live if its not with you" you respond, as you lean your forehead against his, never wanting to leave his warmth again. "Please go on living for me darling, know I will be watching over you where ever you may go" he says, as tears pour down his face even faster. "Matthew" you sob, pulling him even closer to your body, "Shh princess it'll be alright I promise" he says, trying to console you.

You two stay in eachothers company until you begin to see dawn arrive, "Until we meet again my love" he says, kissing you one last time, "I love you forever and always matthew" you say back. You reluctantly get up from the floor and make your way to the cell door, you see him blow you a kiss before you close the door and lock it. You carefully place the keys back near the guard and make your way back to your room. Once you get back into your room you curl up on your bed and sob, wishing this cruel world would take you instead of him.

You continued to sneak out whenever you could to see Matthew, always bringing him extra food and cleaning his wounds, you needed to spend as much time with him as you could before your path together came to an end.

Unfortunately the day you had been dreading came, the day of his execution, and your father being the cruel man he was forced you to be there. You felt sick to your stomach as soon as you woke up that morning, a normal occurrence for you in the past week, you thought it was nerves but quickly realized it could be something else. Realizing maybe this could be the thing to save Matthew from damnation, you quickly shouted for Frederick to bring you your chamber maid, which after a while he finally did.

"Princess is everything ok? You look very pale" Penny, your maid said, "I think I might be pregnant" you spit out, knowing time was slowly running out for your lover. "Oh I see, Princess can I be honest with you" she asks, you nod your head, "Are you just saying that, because you know that if you are then your father will not execute matthew?" the women asks, her eyes filled with pity. "No I truthfully believe it penny, now please can we just do those weird tests, i've been drinking water all morning so I'm ready, please his clock is running out I need to find out now" you plead. Penny nods her head and proceeds to help you with finding out if you are with child or not. You are shocked at the results and know you need to hurry and tell your father before its too late.

But before you are able too even ask Frederick, he interrupts and says its time for the execution. He harshly pulls you out of your room and to the execution chamber. When you arrive you see Matthew, a hood over his head as he stands chained infront of your father.

"Ah y/n I'm happy you will be here to witness this" your father says, an evil grin spreading on his face. You see a gurad rip off matthews hood, his eyes meet yours as he mouths one last 'I love you' before being forced to kneel before the excutioner. "Sir Matthew You have been sentenced to death for treason, you betrayed my trust by being with my daughter, for that you must die" your father says. "Father No please" you beg, the king laughs and looks over to your weeping frame, "Why shouldn't I?" he asks, "Because I am Pregnant!" you shout, his face drops at your news. "Pregnant? You stupid child" he groans, and waves the executioner off, "Yes I'm pregnant and matthews the father, so you can't kill him father please" you beg.

Matthew looks up at you from where he kneels, and smiles at the news of the baby. "I will let him live, on one condition, both of you leave this kingdom at once and never return" he says, and for once in your life you see your dad show humanity. "Thank you father!" you say, quickly rushing to matthew and pulling him up and into a hug. "Do not thank me, just leave!" he shouts, turning on his heel and walking out of the door.

"You're pregnant" Matthew smiles, happy tears brimming at his eyes, "Yes, I just found out today" you respond, mirroring his expression. "Lets get out of here" you say, grabbing his hand and rushing back to your room, grabbing some clothes before you two run as far away from the castle as possible.

1 year later..

It had now been one year since you had left the royal life behind, You and Matthew were able to find refuge in a small village just outside the kingdom. After many long days of working tirelessly, you both were able to get your own cottage just in time for the birth of your daughter, Matilda Healy, you two absolutely adored your baby girl, to you both she was a sign of hope, after all she is the reason Matthew is still alive. And for the first time in your life, you were genuinely happy, you had a husband who loved you and a beautiful daughter, life couldn't have been better.

#matty healy #the 1975 #mattyhealyfanfic #matty healy x reader #matty healy x you #matty healy smut #matty healy imagine

[lumaxramblings]

rebel robin and will the wise: surviving the upside down

"do you... do you really think we're gonna make it through this? even with those... demogorgons... coming after us?" will says that last word in a whisper, his wet hair sticking to his forehead, hazel eyes wide.

robin feels her heart break again, and silently curses whatever god was cruel enough to send will byers, sweetest boy alive (and hopefully she can keep him that way), in hell with her. "what we'll do is we'll figure out a way to get out of here. okay? and then you can go back to your drawings, and your dungeons and caverns—"

"dungeons and dragons."

"see? we're gonna be just fine." robin grins widely at him, and will gives a small, sweet smile back.

he'll be fine. he'll live. she'll make sure of it.

rebel robin and will the wise: revival & recovery

will got discharged earlier than robin, as all of robin's cuts and scrapes and bruises have to be treated, and he only has to use an inhaler and come back every now and again for a check-up at this place called hawkins lab which, according to all the adults involved (kind mrs. byers and gruff chief hopper), is the source of all this. robin's not too keen on going there herself, but apparently they have to. yipee.

still, despite being discharged, he comes to visit her almost every day, showing her his drawings.

she's still amazed she's alive. nobody had been searching for her until chief hopper realized she was with will byers, and she'd fully embraced the fact that she'd die at fifteen and a half in hell, protecting a boy who she barely knew.

will doesn't show her a drawing this time. he just grabs her hand and holds it, clenching it tight.

"we made it." will whispers, and he gives the barest ghost of a smile. "both of us. we're alive."

and she can't help but give a weak smile. ain't that a miracle?

she gets discharged a week later.

(robin buckley: surviving the upside down au by @hellsfireclub, give that au some love !!!!)

#robin buckley #will byers #ronance #byler #<- main audiences #stranger things #stranger things 2 #stranger things 3 #stranger things 4 #stranger things au #stranger things ficlet #ficlet #moodboards #robin buckley moodboard #will byers moodboard #stranger things moodboard #au moodboard

[princess-of-the-corner]

Questions for Princess Bee au, since you said you were following but soft rewriting events in S4 and S5, if these are things that you've thought of:

How does Lila's whole 'three mom scam + lair in the catacombs' thing work? Are you ignoring it bc of how nonsensical it is? Bc like, the only way I personally can think to make that plot work at all, au or cannon, is by using that 'Lila has been a Senti the whole time who was made a long time ago with the purpose of stirring up shit and antagonizing Miraculous users and that how she's pulling everything off' idea that someone brought up a while ago.

Is the Derision prank being ignored or rewritten? I know you hate it and the episode, and Chloe being Heather Chandler levels of cruel and feared pre-Origins is not gonna be a thing in this, but the prank itself doesn't seem much worse than some of the stuff Chloe did in S1, at least to me, so im curious what you're gonna do with that

((is Kim still gonna be dumber than two turnips in a rain barrel?))

What happened with Gabriel? Are you keeping him going full bastard post-Miracle Queen, or going to go the HC route with him? If you're settled on the Wish being used by Adrienette to stop him, I'm assuming he soundly lost, no statue or being remembered as a hero for him. Is he in jail?

((Also, is Natalie just dead if Gabriel didn't get the Wish?))

If you're keeping Feligami but making it a bit healthier, are you working with them and Adrien being Sentimonsters, or is that being thrown out?

Okay so! Lotta things!

Lila may be put on a slight backburner for now. I will scrap the three moms plot, because that's just??? How the fuck does she pull that off?? As far as Canon, she was still a teen who was going down a dark path and in this AU she unfortunately didn't get help and has continued said dark path. How much she's done in the meantime is up in the air, but having her still as a con artist is probably on the table. That said, I need to hammer out her motivations and what she plans to do should she get the Miraculous because like. As petty as she is I'm not going to say she's still miffed about Marinette calling her on her shit.

Derision is.... kinda both? I have a rewrite for this anyway but short version: yes Chloé was a bully and pulled pranks. This was another prank. No, not everyone was scared of her it's still the Origins-level and the prank wasn't quite as cruel because no feelings were involved(also maybe fake spiders instead of real ones). I'm saving Kim's character by 1.) having him semi-unaware of the prank? LIke Chloé tells him they're pulling a prank and he's on board but he doesn't know what's in the box and also 2.) afterward he's like 'yeah no that one was mean' instead of 'it's just a prank bro!'. Mari was hurt by it but not Super Extremely Traumatized™, and it has nothing to do with her stalking Adrien(that was just her being a bit lovesick and she addresses it in a much healthier way another time)

Gabriel is.... a bit up in the air. I am going with his Season 4-5 self so I'm not redeeming him. I can't /quite/ figure out a way he'd win that would have Mari and Adrien resort to using the Wish to stop him without having him use the Wish first and they reverse it. So either they reverse his Wish, or Gabriel's Wish in the first place included blocking all of the other Miraculous Users from being able to use the Miraculous so they can't undo his Wish. I'll debate on what to do with this one, and we also debate on Emilie and Nathalie's fates. If they reverse the Wish then Gabriel's probably alive but in jail and the Team would spend time finding how to fix Emilie and Nathalie(probably gonna be nice and fix them). If it's just Gabe gets the Wish and blocks them from fixing it, then he's dead but Nathalie and Emilie are fixed. Sill have to debate on /how/ he manages to get the Wish because I don't want Marinette to be a fucking moron but ya know.

I am working with the Sentikids plot! But I'm adjusting a few things!!

1.) Adrien, Felix and Kagami are Special and the other Sentis aren't Sapient Beings, so there's no moral issue over how many Mari killed or Felix making tool ones like Red Moon and OUAT. With this also comes the option to free them from their Amok's control.

2.) I'm having Tomoe be a lot better. She loves Kagami, though she did have her business deals with Gabriel. She's not as much a part of the supervillain thing past 'Gabriel has the Peacock and he can snap my daughter out of existence so I will do what he asks'. She's far from perfect, but her hands are tied for a while. And even when Felix gets the Peacock, not only is she unsure of if Felix is a threat to Kagami or not, but she's also in too deep and if Gabriel goes down so does she

3.) I'm bringing Felix's whole thing down a LOT of notches. He doesn't hate all of Humanity, he just hates the few in specific who treat him and the others like tools. So in Emotion, he only kills Gabriel and Tomoe, knowing Gabriel is like Colt and assuming Tomoe is as well when he finds out Kagami is a Senti. He does realize he's wrong later when he's eavesdropping and trying to find ways to get Kagami out of her situation and sees that her mother loves her. Their romance is also more slowburn instead of immediately hooking up.

Also an overall change: Adrien knows about what's going on and we have a proper reveal goddamn it!!

#princess bee

[bring-the-stage-alight]

Amidst Darkness

Magical Trainer AU (Puella Magi Madoka Magica x Pokemon) @superstaridolstart

Summary: A miracle, which a talking, Eevee-like creature called Kyubeon offers to N, seems to contradicts his belief

Author's Note: N has the He/They swag, which is why i often switch between those two pronouns here, lmao. Don't expect that walking tree(??) to have a consistent pronoun.

***

No wishes could be granted at no cost

That’s what his first human friend, Hilbert, has taughted to them on the day the truth was revealed. At first, they shakes upon hearing that notion, unable to proceed the harsh reality. But slowly, his heart finally opens and accept this cruel truth.

They hold close those words laced with thorny tendrils onto his chest. Never even once straying from those bitter words.

Yet now, right in front of their own eyes, a pokemon … no, a creature white as a snow with eyes red as an apple, offering him a miracle, which contradicts their forbidden knowledge bestowed by the ‘serpent’ who guides him to escape that false Garden of Eden (according to Ghetsis, minus that ‘false’ word— but hey, that wasn’t relevant, doesn’t it?).

“This better be some nonsense joke …” That green haired former king … no, former puppet murmurs, shaking at each words they whispered.

“Did you not believe what you just saw with your own eyes?” That Eevee-like creature stares at them with an empty eyes. “My my, human are such a fascinating being.”

A white creature they barely know and despises validating them as a human being. Meanwhile, the man they've known for their entire life, which they once loved shamelessly admits that they’re nothing more than a freak without human heart. Ah, what an irony, doesn’t it?

They don’t know what to do. Their heart aches with a longing for miracles. However, their brain acknowledge the fact that something, everything, is wrong.

After a long pause of silence, that green haired human continue to ask that suspicious creature many questions.

“Could your wish really comes true?”

“Undoubtly, as long as you’re willing to pay.”

“What’s the price for one wish, exactly?”

“To accept your very own Soul Badge and accept your new fate to fight against Dark Champions.”

“Please, elaborate further on Dark Champion!”

“It’s an evil being who spread curses and despair. Magical Trainer must fight against them.”

“How can a Magical Trainer manage to beat them?”

“With their power, of course.”

“Where did their power comes from, specifically?”

“Soul Badge.”

“What exactly is this Soul Badge? Indeed, it created from wishes and gives Magical Trainers power. But, Kyubeon, what, exactly, that things is?”

Silent falls the broken castle once again, even Kyubeon itself unable to handle their intelligence.

The green haired trainer was the one to break the silence first, “… and, for what purpose does that gem-like badge named ‘Soul’ …?"

Despite not having lungs, Kyubeon sighs, “N, you are a very knowledgeable person, don’t you? So I challenge you to figure out the answer to that question.”

Although being insinuated, they silently accept its challenge.

A minute or two has passed, Kyubeon still continue to stares at that distressed green haired trainer. Many theories and thesis flowing through their head.

However, there’s one which they believes as the closest to the truth and at the same time, the cruelest.

“Could it be … that …” That young trainer hesitates, fear of the truth came back to haunt him. “Soul Badge … created out of soul of the contractee ...? A badge … as a prove that their prayer has been answered?”

The empty castle once again drowns beneath silence.

However, this silence was much more peaceful than the eeriness of something called truth.

With red eyes glowing amidst darkness of the empty, broken castle, Kyubeon humbly replies, “… It seems that you are just as smart as i predicted.”

#Magical Trainer AU #N Harmonia #natural harmonia gropius #trainer n #Kyubeon #(it's basically this universe's Kyubey) #Dark Champion is this universe's Witch btw #pokemon hilbert #(mentioned)