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Protector of Teyvat (a troll hell-bent on reviving everyone just for fun) P—2

Isekai’d reader who is hell-bent on reviving everyone using your cheat code as the protector of Teyvat. With great power comes great benefits! Teyvat population stonks

Note: asmoday is the unknown god, reader also grants gnosis and visions, isekai, slight sagau, op reader

Summary: You are just a regular human being living your best life on Earth, collecting husbandos and waifus in Genshin Impact when all of a sudden you were isekai'd to Teyvat, but not as a traveler, a creator, or an NPC. You were a very close friend of both Celestia and the Unknown God, who is known as the Sustainer of Heavenly Principles. You too, hold a very important position of the highest order because unbeknownst to the general populace, you are the Protector of Teyvat from the outside forces. And so imagine the Archon's faces when their dead friend suddenly came back to life just so they can accompany you together with Aether and Paimon on a journey to spit on the Celestia's face

Timeline in Teyvat when you got transmigrated: Before any wars happened. Zhongli is probably sucking on a dragon pacifier or something if that even exists.

Warning: curse words, slight ooc, lore flying over the ocean and going for a swim, author removed the lore from the irminsul so act like you know nothing of it, i'm putting the lore in the cheese grater

“T-The hilichurls… turned into humans?” Because of what she had just seen, Amber's eyes were completely expanded, and you could almost get the impression that she was on the verge of exploding any moment now.

You find yourself thinking that it is understandable. After all, raising someone from the dead isn't something that happens very often; in fact, not even archons are able to do it.

You chuckled and smiled sarcastically at the three people who were staring at you in complete and utter disbelief.

You stood there with your arms crossed as you looked over at the hilichurls that had been transformed into humans with confused expressions adorning their faces.

"Oh wow…" You said while putting on a show of ignorance regarding what had just taken place. "What a miracle it is that they have been brought back to life!" You delighted everyone by clapping your hands.

"P-Paimon was very certain that it was Y/N who brought them back to life just now..." Paimon mumbled something to herself as she scratched the top of her head.

“Hm? That is ridiculous. I just smacked them across the face with a fried egg, see?" You answered as you moved closer to the hilichurls that had been converted into humans by slapping their faces with a fried egg that suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

And as a matter of fact, a noticeable improvement could be seen in the appearance of the other people's skin after the fried egg had been applied to their faces. They let out a sigh of disgust as they observed the yolk splattered all over their faces.

"Paimon had no idea that a fried egg was capable of doing that..."

Aether shook his head at the innocence of his traveling buddy. It was perfectly clear that you were making light of the situation. At least now he is aware that you were telling the truth when you stated that you allowed the Anemo Archon to have a seat in the seven.

“This—” Amber opened her mouth to speak while simultaneously covered her mouth with her palm in shock. "This is really incredible news! You are able to give them a second chance at life!"

"What caused them to become humans?" Aether questioned while frowning in confusion.

You gave a light hum as you brought your hand up to pet him on the top of his head. "Perhaps your sister knows the answer you're looking for.”

“Our benefactor…” As soon as you turned your attention to them, they started talking, and Aether made a low rumbling sound.

You gave them a sideways glance while turning your head to the side since you thought it was likely that they were bewildered by the situation. Their final recollections would be of fighting for their homeland just before the curse took full impact.

They all got on one knee in front of you, which caused you to raise an eyebrow.

"Ah-ah, there's no need to be grateful to me. You probably aren't aware of this, but I'm a very awful person.” You said with a playful tone.

The people around you gave you a disapproving shake of the head as they expressed their dissatisfaction. Who in the devil would even believe a statement like that after what you have done?

“We were in such a painful dream— we are gratefu—"

You made a huffing sound while crossing your arms. "I find it extremely unpleasant when people thank me or express gratitude in any form. You deserve to live, no? I was only performing my duties at the time."

"Paimon speculates that Y/N is simply not accustomed to being thanked at...?"

You let out a sigh and shook your head in a deliberate manner. You looked down at them and they immediately thanked whichever gods were responsible for allowing them the opportunity to finally take a good look at the face of the one who had helped them.

They feel as though fortune was on their side because a God gazed at them with such kindness in their eyes, despite the fact that they were literally citizens from a nation that does not worship any gods.

"How can we possibly repay you...?"

You cocked your head to the side and hummed to yourself while you started to think.

“Brace yourselves.” You spoke.

“Wha—?”

"Oh, wait, here, have this." You smiled broadly as a variety of visions comprising a range of elements appeared seemingly out of thin air.

They did nothing but blink in bewilderment as they held the small vision in their hands, looking like toddlers who had been given machine guns.

At this very moment, Amber was on the verge of passing out. Witnessing a group of individuals all at once getting their visions is unsettling to say the least. It feels even more wrong to breathe the same air as you!

Oh, my archons, her life is not a sufficient payment to be able to witness such a once-in-a-lifetime event!

“Let’s all hang out once in awhile, hm? Don’t forget to say hello to Lulu for me!”

Aether raised a brow. Lulu?

With a wave of your hand, they vanished into thin air, and you sent them to a place where Lumine and the Abyss Order are currently staying.

To say that Lumine was horrified to the core when a group of humans suddenly appeared above the head of the abyss mage who was just talking to her would be an enormous understatement.

"Y-You can grant visions too!?" The scream that Paimon let out was so loud that it made you wince.

“Sorry!”

You indicated with a wave of your hand that everything was fine, and Paimon immediately let out a sigh of relief.

"Aether, do you know her, or is she a stranger?" Amber's lips were covered as she leaned in close to the man and mumbled something. In response, he gave a nod that conveyed something close to uncertainty.

You snorted as you extended your hand in front of Paimon and insisted that she give you, her hand. And as she did, a gnosis appeared in your hand.

"Oh, my dear archons!" Paimon reacted, fixating her gaze intently on the bright object that was floating directly above your palm.

"If we were to sell this, we could make a ton of Mora!"

“What—!?” Amber and Aether shouted at the same time.

You blinked and stroked your chin with your index finger as if you were considering what you had just heard. "If I remember correctly, there was a term for buy one and get one free. What if we double it?"

"No no no! Paimon is not even certain that there is a single person in Teyvat who can afford a gnosis! In addition to that, don't you think the other archons will feel uncomfortable about it?”

"Why should we worry about how they feel?" You huffed as you continued, "The one ruling Inazuma handed her gnosis to a friend, the one ruling Mondstadt doesn't even use it, and the one ruling Liyue will probably give up his gnosis in the near future.

"Well, if we're talking about the wealthiest individual in Teyvat right this minute..." You made a soft mumbling sound.

“Should we offer it for sale to the Tsaritsa? You smiled mischievously while cocking your head ever-so-slightly to the side.

As soon as you uttered that, an excruciating ringing sound immediately started up in your head. You gritted your teeth and squeezed one of your eyes shut.

“Y/N, are you okay?” You heard Aether’s worried voice.

"I thought we were each other's best friends! You should be aware that she wants a fight with me!” You can clearly hear Celestia nitpicking away inside of your head. As is her custom, she is highly dramatic.

“Well, it’s partly your fault that she wants to fight you.”

The three looked at you in surprise and astonishment as your choice of words came out of nowhere. To silence them, all you did was give them your whole attention while pressing a finger to your lips.

“Hmph…” You could hear her dejected voice.

“Oh hush, you have me. Just let them do their own thing for now.”

“Alright, but why are you selling a gnosis?”

"Creating a strategy for one's own survival is the first step toward leading a more fulfilling life," After having a good laugh, you promptly severed your connection with the Celestia before she could even begin to complain again.

“At least come visit us—!”

Oh, your closest friends and their overprotective tendencies when it comes to you. Why won't they just let you breathe and stop figuratively and physically clutching onto you for dear life?

"Your highness, who were you speaking with only a moment ago?" Amber stuttered, and for some reason, despite her outgoing nature, she found herself experiencing sudden feelings of shyness. I mean, really, how could you possibly hold that against her?

She hasn't even entertained the thought of speaking with an archon, and yet here she is having a conversation with someone who is significantly more powerful than the archons!

“Oh please, Y/N is fine,” you gave her a friendly smile and told her, “The Celestia is in full support of our business!”

They were all shocked beyond belief and let out a collective gasp.

As they imagined every people of Teyvat holding a gnosis, everyone in the room began to break out in a cold sweat at the back of their necks. You couldn't possibly be serious, could you? Surely you must have been joking. Right?

You met three new people along the way, and the four of you set off on a journey to the city that is known for its freedom. They all came to an agreement that the information on your identity and the incident with the hilichurls should not be shared with anybody else.

You trailed closely behind them, periodically turning your head to take in the beautiful surroundings and the people who belonged to your little archon.

“Let me officially introduce the city of wind, dandelions, and freedom— Travelers under the protection of the Knights of Favonius — Welcome to Mondstadt!” Amber grinned broadly as she placed her hand on her chest and cupped her other hand on her hip.

"O-Oh, not that her highness Y/N doesn't already know about Mondstadt...” Amber massaged the back of her head nervously as you made her blush with your laughter.

"I don't. I didn't have enough time to look into it, so I'm grateful for the introduction. Mm, the only figure of this nation that I am familiar with is the archon,” You were able to make her feel better with the words that you spoke, and now Amber can be seen beaming with happiness once more.

That, as well, is a blatant lie. You have completed so many commissions in this nation while you were still a player, so of course you are familiar with every nook and cranny of this city.

You didn't say anything while Amber and Paimon went into great length explaining things to Aether; the only thing you did was hum sometimes in reaction to what they were saying.

You were on the sidelines as Aether received his wind glider and put it through its trials for the first time, which resulted in a successful outcome.

Ha, that kid used to fly around with his very own set of wings before.

You swung your legs around gleefully as you sat precariously perched over the railings.

It is only a matter of time before the city is shrouded by ominous clouds and Dvalin makes another appearance. This means that you will be able to see your little floatie as well.

Aether descended toward Amber, who was standing there waiting for him once more, as the three of them observed that thick clouds and fog had begun to cover the skies above Mondstadt.

“The sky...” Amber uttered those words with a note of apprehension.

People immediately began fleeing to safer areas as Aether and Amber gazed up at you with worried expressions on their faces, as if pleading with you to take some action.

You only smiled at them before speaking the words, “The stormterror is absolutely adorable, no doubt about it, no?

“E—Eh!?” Your response caused Paimon to exclaim, and at that very moment, a wind tornado was closing in on them and ultimately launched Aether into the air.

You heaved a sigh as you stood up from the rails, your palm shining with some unknown power as a barrier began to enclose the city and prevent any harm from approaching.

You sighed again as you began to protect the citizens of the city. However, since you didn't make an effort to clear away the fog, everything will continue to be a mystery.

You cast your sight upward, in the direction of where Aether is floating in the air thanks to Venti's power, and the two people who were observing you followed your gaze in that direction.

"Don't worry, your highness! We will be all right!"

You couldn't help but laugh as you soared to the location of Aether, where you could sense Venti disguising as one of the thousand winds.

“I’m preventing your fall with the power of a thousand winds.”

“Oh? Little floatie came into rescue too?” You teased as the mysterious voice began stammering.

“L-Little floatie…?”

"Alright, alright, let's concentrate on this," You gave Aether a friendly smile while you ruffled his silky locks with your fingertips.

"Don't worry about a thing; little floatie will look after you."

Aether frowned, indicating that he found the idea quite unappealing. "How about you?"

You hummed as you sensed the wind from Venti moving closer to you as though it was also interested in you.

"I'm quite curious to find out if slapping a fried egg on the stormterror's blood clot will be of any assistance."

Aether's jaw dropped in disbelief. You’re still not done with the fried eggs!?

"Hey, what do you think of this idea, little floatie?"

The mysterious voice heaved a cough and mumbled, "Eh..."

After hearing their response, you rolled your eyes at them. They had a feeling that you wouldn't be speaking anytime soon, so Venti made the decision to explain how to make use of the power.

You were observing everything that was going on around Aether as he started to harness the power of the wind.

You made a few comments about how the wind power looked like a machine gun which made Venti cough multiple times to hide his laughter.

“Not enough. Do you want me to slap you with an almond tofu for an increased damage?”

“W—What?”

You didn't bother to wait for his approval before presenting him with the plate of almond tofu that magically emerged in your hands and then you gently slapped it in front of his face.

It was such a surprising thing that you could practically feel Venti shaking, which almost caused him to lose control of the wind. It was that shocking.

As Aether took the final shot, Dvalin let out a roar, and you swiftly flew over to the dragon, which appeared to be about to collapse as it was shaking in the wind.

Venti stayed only long enough to watch the softening of your eyes as you stared at the blood clot on the dragon's back. Aether slowly flew down to the area where the others are, but Venti did not leave.

He watched as your bright hands gently caressed the dark crystal, which immediately silenced the dragon's roaring.

You were reluctant to completely remove the blood clot because it was Venti and Aether's responsibility to do it. However, because you are so compassionate toward individuals who are suffering, all you did was relieve the discomfort that the dragon was experiencing.

It is completely up to destiny to decide whether or not the abyss mage will still be able to exert control over the dragon.

"Little floatie," You moved your attention to the wind that was swirling. "The traveler is known to be trustworthy. I have complete faith that you are aware of the next steps."

The strong wind has started to die down, and the only sound that can be heard out is a faint “thank you.”

You led the weakened dragon back to the ground, and as soon as the two of you landed, three abyss mages suddenly appeared. You grimaced when you realized that Lumine must have sent them to seek you out.

"Our gracious benefactor," An abyss mage started things off. "Our princess would want to offer her sincere gratitude to—"

You heaved a sigh as you frowned and crossed your arms while looking at them. "I believed that I conveyed to them that receiving gratitude is not something that I like in any way,"

“Uh… they may have mentioned that.”

You gave your temples a light massage as the headache began to set in and asked, "So why are you here?"

"We would like to make a request that you lend us a hand in the restoration of our once-thriving nation and in rescuing its people from the curse."

"Oh, I had already made preparations to carry out that task," You gave your response, and then proceeded to yawn.

If only they knew that your two friends were the cause of their fall, they probably wouldn't be as friendly with you as they are now if they knew that.

As they drifted closer to you, the abyss mages showed signs of happiness; however, when they heard your next words, "But not right now," their happiness quickly turned to disappointment, and they almost plummeted to the ground.

“But— why?”

"Of what use is a nation if it does not have its people?" As you lounged contentedly on Dvalin's back, a sluggish expression began to appear on your face.

“So…”

"If I happen to come across one of your own, you can rest assured that I will deliver them to your princess so that she may deal with them." You uttered those words in a languid manner while staring at them. "Focus on gathering your people, since your nation will not all of a sudden grow a foot and run anyways."

"We are in all sincerity grateful for—"

“Hush.”

They abruptly stopped speaking once they were reminded that you do not enjoy receiving gratitude or hearing thank yous in any form.

You are truly a weird God— they think. But kind like their princess, nonetheless.

“Then we shall return.”

You made a careless motion with your hand, indicating for them to leave immediately.

“Tell your princess that she should at least pay a visit to her twin, and if she does that, maybe I'll feel more motivated to assist you.”

Your level of excitement and enthusiasm is to be expected, of course. The sooner they come to an understanding with one another, the sooner they will get the fuck out of Teyvat.

That means, you won't have any more job to do. On the other hand, you get the impression that it won't be all that simple.

Not with the looks that Aether was giving you, and not with Lumine's nature, which dictates that she won't stop until she pays back whoever helped her out.

Just hush and go, okay!? What is it that they have planned for the following step? Bring themselves to their knees and make a formal request for your hand in marriage? You let out a sigh as the thought crossed your mind.

In spite of the fact that you intended to rebuild the once-mighty nation, you wanted to execute it in private. There is no question in your mind that once they discovered who their benefactor is, then and only then will they revere that benefactor. What then will become of a nation that does not believe in God or even worship one?

The mages of the abyss remained silent for a short while as they observed various expressions adorning your face. It turned out to be quite comical. It's no surprise that their princess was so interested in interacting with you that she issued a command to find you.

They continued to observe you while you glared, huffed, and grimaced at the ground, and it wasn't until you frowned at them that they eventually left with a quiet "thank you."

You rolled your eyes. “What a bunch of brats.”

As soon as you arrived back in Mondstadt, you saw the three of them speaking to Kaeya. Although the fog has long since dissipated, the sky itself is still completely dark.

As you made your way slowly towards the folks who were introducing themselves, you waved your hand and the barrier vanished before your eyes.

“This is Kaeya, our Cavalry Captain.” Amber carried on talking as if she had not noticed your presence and proceeded. “These two are travelers from afar, Aether and Paimon.”

Kaeya looked at the two individuals and gave a nod in acknowledgement. He then made direct eye contact with you and asked, "And who might this young lady possibly be?"

Amber's eyes widened as she shifted her gaze back and forth between Kaeya and you. Kaeya saw the outrider's expression, which seemed to indicate that she was at a loss for words regarding how to introduce you.

Your presence elevated the level of excitement that he felt towards everything.

“Oh, I’m Y/N. I sell visions and gnoses.” You responded with an expression on your face that was completely expressionless, and your voice was completely emotionless, which made the situation even more awkward and unbelievable.

The response that you gave seemed to take Kaeya completely by surprise. You? Selling visions? How in the devil is something like that ever feasible? And just what exactly are gnoses?

“Uh… haha…” Amber, at a complete loss for words, scratched the nape of her neck.

"Oh? I had no idea that lady Y/N is such a practical joker,” Even though Kaeya appeared to be laughing, there was not the slightest indication of humor in his voice.

"Uh-huh, you bet! Paimon is in agreement that Y/N has a tendency to joke around quite a bit!” In a frantic effort to salvage the situation, Paimon quickly nodded her head.

"Well, if you want to buy one, all you have to do is ask me..." You just said it while crossing your arms.

“Oh? I was wondering if you could sell me one then." It appeared as though Kaeya was making fun of you with his charming smile; in fact, it almost felt that way.

You seemed curious about something as you cocked your head to the side and then asked, "Don't you already have a vision though?"

"Well, having two would certainly make things more interesting, wouldn't you say?"

You took a moment to think about it before giving your approval with a nod. As you lifted your hands and opened your palms, visions of several elements, each glowing brightly, suddenly appeared.

Huh? He thought you were just joking the whole time!

It would be an understatement to say that Kaeya was caught off guard by the revelation. Are you a fraud? A magician perhaps? However, the visions you are holding exude such an overwhelming amount of power that it is difficult to even consider the possibility that they are a fake.

“Mm, you’re my first customer, so in appreciation of your patronage, I'll give you a discount if you buy Aether and Paimon a meal. Fair trade, don't you think?”

What fair trade? A simple meal in exchange for a vision? Do you not realize that visions are extraordinarily rare, and that the vast majority of people would give anything — including their lives — to receive one?

Of course you're aware of it; you're just messing with them for the sake of witnessing their reactions. It's likely that protecting Teyvat for thousands of years has had an effect on you, as seen by the fact that you're even doing this for no other reason than boredom.

Kaeya remained motionless in his stance; his eyes riveted on the bright visions that had no owner. After snapping out of his trance, he took off his cloak and wrapped it around you in a tender manner.

You made a sound that indicated that you were confused as he said, "Let's continue this conversation to our headquarters."

"Tch, I really need to bring Crepus back to life so that he can scold his children to death."

"Are you going to use fried eggs for that man too?" Paimon inquired, which caused Kaeya's surprise and horror to reach an even higher level.

Too? Does that mean that this wouldn't be your first time bringing someone back to life?

Now, Kaeya is positive that he wishes he could just pass out right there and then.

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pairing | Benny Miller x female!reader [Grace Stratford]summary | you somehow end up pretending to be Benny's girlfriend for two whole weeks. is your heart going to survive that? probably not. warnings | making out? not sure that counts as a warning. curse words. benny miller is a warning himself word count | 1,5k author's note | this part is entirely dedicated to @murphys-guidelines bc i really loved the words they said <3 also, thank you for 400 followers!!! things are slowly (finally) starting to get steamy!! i don't know why, but i've started to imagine Grace as Andy Herrera on Station 19 season 5 (curly, dark-red hair), if anyone'd like a visual. as always, english isn't my first language and this wasn't proofread. enjoy! part two | masterlist | main masterlist

The moment Benny left the room, Maddie flooded you with questions that you replied as best as you could. To be honest, you didn't have that many answers for yourself, either. After you finally managed to dodge her inquiry of what conversation he was talking about—you loved her like a sister, but you weren't ready to divulge certain details yet—, you both enjoyed the rest of the day by the pool with the rest of the girls while the boys went fishing.

The whole time you were there, either laying on the chair or going for a swim, you felt Sam's eyes on you, glaring. A smirk played on your lips, even though it was just for show. If she was already jealous, Benny would need only snap his fingers once and she'd crawl back to him. That thought alone made you want to gag. Shit, you didn't want them to get back together, and you wanted to kick yourself in the gut for even suggesting it in the first place. You had to remember yourself he wasn't yours—he was just pretending to be.

So you made your best not to think about him the whole day, forcing your mind to think about anything else, even about take-off procedures. But you failed. Just when you thought you won, he came back to plague your thoughts—even during your shower, which you had to switch to the coldest temperature when you started to imagine him, shirtless, his golden chest glistening with sweat.

Evening had already set when the boys finally got back, bringing the so eagerly waited fish for dinner. You didn't know shit about fishing, so you had no idea which kind of fish it was, happily waiting for dinner. And the moment you set eyes on Benny, shit. He was looking exactly like you pictured him, his chest glowing and slick with sweat from the activities of the day. He caught your eye from throughout the room and winked at you, smirking, and you felt your cheeks heating up and looked away—but then you remembered as far as everyone was concerned, he was your boyfriend. No one would find it weird. So you decided you were going to enjoy this perk of being Benny's girlfriend and downright ogled him whenever you could. Who knew when you'd have the same opportunity again, right? So, as he worked in the kitchen with the boys, doing only god knows what, you sipped your beer and enjoyed the show of his arms, his abs, his neck, everything. You could feel your fingers itching— you wanted so desperately to get your hands on him. Unfortunately, your show was cut short when he said he was taking a shower. The moment you saw him taking a step towards you, smirk still in his face, you backed away.

“I swear to God you'll lose your balls if you touch me all sweaty like this,” you wasted no time in telling him.

He rolled his eyes. “Dramatic.”

You thought you were clear, but the moment you tried to make your way past him, he grabbed you by the waist and planted some very wet kisses all over your face, his chest glued to yours, until you pushed him away, squeaking.

“You’re so dead!”

He only laughed as he vanished, escaping from your grasp. You couldn't deny that, even though he left you all stinky, there was a smile on your lips that only got bigger when you saw that your ex was watching intently.

“Stratford!” Luke called out. “Wanna play some cards?”

“You mean, do I wanna kick everyone's ass? Hell yeah,” you replied, tossing your empty beer in the trash bin and grabbing another from the fridge, making your way towards the living room where they were all headed.

After winning four rounds in a row, they were all eager to get rid of you at the game table. You faked a yawn.

“I'm tired of winning,” you said, making them boo, and you laughed.

Even though you weren't that close with that many people, you were having a great time. Everyone was really nice, good to talk to, and you had no problem striking a conversation with anyone—that was, anyone that wasn't Sam, your ex and his new girlfriend.

Maddie started to play in your spot, so you sat on the couch quietly watching.

“Heard you're in the family now,” Will said, slipping in next to you. There was a suspicious smirk on his lips. “Finally.”

What? You raised an eyebrow, about to ask him what the fuck he meant with that, but then Benny showed up and all thoughts ceased to exist in your head. You smelled his addictive cologne before you felt his giant arms wrapping around your body, tugging you closer until your back hit his chest, making you sit between his open legs. His right hand stood at your sides, lightly grazing your thigh, while his left hand started to slowly creep its way upward your body and you felt your breath hitch. You weren't sure you could even speak, could even string two coherent sentences together. And then, to make matters even worse, his lips made contact with the skin on your neck while his hand gently pushed your hair out of the way.

“Benny,” you managed to croak out, your voice a thin whisper, “what are you doing?”

“Practicing.”

And that was it. You were putty in his hands. His hands that were doing an excellent work of massaging your skin, tracing circles on your shoulder and on your thigh, the sensations so good that, combined with the way he was kissing and nibbling at your neck, made the entire room fade away and made you want to moan out loud. His big, strong hands that you knew just how well they could take you apart, piece by piece, and then put you back together again. His touch on your thigh turned a bit more stronger as he sucked on your pulse point, and you automatically leaned to give him more access. You felt his chuckle against your skin, his warm breath and his cologne enveloping you in a cozy embrace, and you closed your eyes, enjoying the feeling of him on you and drawing out all the sounds around.

It was so, so good. So good to the point that it almost felt real.

That thought made your eyes pop open, awareness seeping into you like a bucket of cold water being thrown at your head that you were on a couch, in a room filled with friends, and all this, whatever it was that was happening, was a farce. It wasn't real. Nothing about it was.

But then it was as if someone had tapped on your shoulder. It wasn't real. That was exactly the point. You both knew it wasn't real, so why the fuck couldn't you enjoy this hellhole you'd put yourself in? You hated yourself. That seemed the only logical, possible explanation as to why on earth you would willingly subject yourself to this, to the worst possible kind of torture. What a way to kill yourself.

Grace Stratford, cause of death: heart gave out because her fake boyfriend was too hot to handle. Among other things, like, a) he gave excellent kisses, b) very skilled fingers (and tongue), etc.

You forced yourself to relax against his chest so he wouldn't realize just how much your thoughts were spiraling, and you felt his arms wrap themselves even more tight around you. Being honest to God, it was funny. It was as if you were out of your own body and could see inside your head, could see the gears working at full speed and the thoughts piling one on top of another, and then derailing like a runaway train. It also felt as if you had a tiny angel and a tiny devil sitting at each of your shoulders, both feeding you conflicting thoughts. Honestly, you didn't have a clue what to do. Proper girlfriends enjoyed their boyfriend's PDAs, but there was nothing proper about you, about Benny, or about this fake relationship. There was nothing proper on what you felt for him, either.

Fuck. Yep, you definitely hated yourself.

You wanted to laugh. Just earlier you’d decided to enjoy the perks of being his fake girlfriend, enjoying the opportunity to ogle him. But now, when it got a little too real…

You had to make a choice. To let go, enjoy and make the most of this hellhole-situation, or not. You knew the price would be heavy on your heart, and you still weren't so sure that you wanted to pay it. And you didn't want to decide just yet, so you ended up taking the coward's way out. You fled to the kitchen, running out of Benny's lap faster than your legs could carry you when someone asked for help.

That night you made sure to go to bed before him just so you wouldn't have to face him and talk. Yeah, you knew that put you at the top position of the cowards’ leaderboard. Couldn't help yourself. It was easier to run away, so you pretended to be fast asleep when he went to sleep next to you.

Of course that didn't stop you from waking up wrapped around Benny's sculpture-made, hot and near naked body.

by @reveriesources

➜ part four

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Disney: Psychic s/o with Jafar, Ursula, & Rapunzel

Request: "Hi, Hope your day is going well! Sorry if this sounds a little weird but could I request the same Headcanons about the physic s/o with Jafar, Ursula & Rapunzel?" by @underqualified-human

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Ursula

OOOOOOHHHHh

If you didn't catch her interest before, you defiantly did now.

Sure, she's always had that crystal ball and Flotsam and Jetsam, but that was different.

She couldn't see the future for herself without a little help.

You could.

She's more curious as to how you developed this ability, and even more so after hearing that you were born with it.

With you by her side, she'd be unstoppable.

Well, she thought that she would be.

"Angel fish, why not?"

"Nothing good comes of it."

"Well, we just gotta change your perspective, 'cause I can think of a whole lot of good thing that would come of it."

"...Urs- I can't." You sighed, "I promised myself this."

So, this was it. You knew it.

As much as you loved Ursula, she was always looking out for herself.

Dating someone who had psychic powers but didn't use them when she wanted them to? Instant breakup.

You were already ramping yourself up for her harsh words and for your lonely swim home.

"I think that I get it." Ursula shrugged, "Kind of." Ursula remembers the not-so-fond days of Morgana's and her competitions over potions and spells to impress her mother. It almost killed her love for magic. Almost. "Now, tell Flotsam and Jetsam to get going. Triton isn't going to stay out in the open forever!"

Jafar

Very curious as to how your psychic abilities work.

Mostly for his benefit, but also as someone interested in sorcery.

Get ready for some questions, experiments, and tests.

Definitely wants to test the limits of your power.

Pre and post genie Jafar utilize your powers.

He had all of these plans for you.

With his sorcery and your Psychic ability, you'd be unstoppable.

"Well, uh, I don't really use it."

What?

"You-" Jafar paused, "You don't use it??!"

"Yeah. I've had some really bad visions and I an afraid to get more of those."

He simply can not comprehend why you don't utilize this amazing power.

Until he caught you one night, sobbing and shaking over a vision that he finally sort of understood why you found your power a curse.

Since then, he did not push as hard for you to use your psychic abilities.

Well, as much.

Jafar was still power hungry, so he very much so pestered you about using your ability.

The only thing that changed was that when you said no, he did less bitching, moaning, and complaining, which you appreciated.

Rapunzel

Very happy to not be the only one with some type of supernatural ability, even if she currently does not have that ability.

You guys sometimes playfully fight over who has that cooler ability.

Rapunzel is dead set on that you have the cooler ability.

She asks questions about how it works and what it feels like.

But, she is quickly sadden when you tell her the immense anxiety you feel with every bad vision you get.

Rapunzel may have had a bad experience using her power, but in general, her healing powers are a good thing.

And Rapunzel views them as so.

So, she can't imagine what it must be like to have this ability but for it to cause you so much trumoil and pain.

SUPPORTIVE AF

Rapunzel is there whenever you need her to be, always ready to take you away and distract you if needed.

"Need a hug?"

"Why don't we talk a stroll around the castle?

"I think that there are some cookies in the kitchen. I can grab us some."

You appreciate it, of course, especially since Rapunzel is always down to have the big feelings talk about it.

"How are you doing?" Rapunzel asked, taking your hand in hers.

"....Better." You sighed, "Or at least better than before."

"Do you want to talk about it?" Rapunzel asked. "I mean, you don't have to, if you don't want to."

"....yea, kind of." You said, "Is that okay?"

"Of course, it is. I'm always here for you."

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3. MORPHEUS|DREAM OF THE ENDLESS X READER/OC

Assorodus meaning "silvery water".

Purpose may or may not exist, depending on our personal ideologies. The Endless know better though, they saw the entity prowling the lands before the beginning of history, and it was older than them. Not by much, a few eons maybe, arriving after the birth of the universe we know. For this being was strong and withered the coldness of the void until everything was created. First of Writers, the name it was given, for the inherent purpose of every breathing thing had to be formed in words. Whether we believe in it or not.

SERIES MASTERLIST

He balanced on the cliff's edge, a whirlwind of shifting forms, Kai'ckul then Dream, for me, for her, all the same. He kept doing it, even though she escaped to her death minutes ago, long enough to register. I heard him shout across the channels of time and I abandoned my work in progress like I received an order. I wasn't sure why, what condemned me to act so abruptly. He wasn't calling for me specifically, nor did he need an exact person at the moment. What reached me was an exclamation of pain and inertness. Then came the flitting parchment in the wind, strange, uncompleted purpose, yet still ongoing. Partly I convinced myself that this was the reason I travelled so fast.

Shifting his eyes between me and the mangled body on the rocks, his black coat violently flapped in the wind, a gown of a defeated king. I could imagine his crown tumbling after her. He was surprised to find me by his side, his face told it all, he must have expected his sister first. Finally, his angry gaze settled on me, jaw clenched, ready to outburst. He made the connections and invented a reason in his head for my arrival. I foresaw that he will call me to account, questioning whether this was the purpose I had given Nada at birth. The purpose of turning him down and breaking his heart.

"Did everything go as you planned?" I let him blame me, and he regretted it later with a silent apology. He was never good at saying those out loud.

"I think so." Pebbles fell from the great height by my strides as I took my place next to him, he sidestepped, avoiding my closeness even. "Her song is not dead yet, she still has things to do."

He must have thought I'm joking with him, turning against him as his sister-brother did sometimes, an elaborate jest just to make him scarred. With furiously shaking fingers he pointed down as if I didn't notice his past lover laying there before in a grotesque assortment of limbs and brain matter.

"Why then?" For a fleeting moment, I believed he would grab and shake me, not much, just to make himself feel a bit better. Why losing our second love hurts much more? We must assume that once we are past the pain it can't happen again, that we are somehow shielded from it, prepared for what's about to happen. Then reality hits like a slap to the face and we realize that we are not at all ready.

Morpheus wouldn't have hurt me of course.

“I can’t say for certain, my best guess would be to teach a lesson that you must learn.”

Stars blazed in his eyes, swimming over his blue irises, engulfing them in darkness, like ink on water. He seemed so sure that I’m mocking him, but that was far from the truth. He was young, not as preceptive.

“So you have taken it upon yourself to educate me?” Shadows curled around him, bent at his will as invisible pawns. I felt like he might have tossed us into a dream on his whim, cleverly disguised as reality to gain the upper hand for an assault that was never coming. Only I would have still had enough power to free myself, but I found no spell to get rid of. The mortal plane took his side and lent him its shadows. “Shall I remind you who I am?”

“No need, King of Dreams.” He pushed me too far. My hand lashed out, grabbing onto the hair at the nape of his neck. I pulled him close with just enough force so that I don’t hurt him, but render him unable to escape the situation. “Do I need to ask you the same question?”

Dream struggles, tilting his head up defiantly, however, I held him with more than just my arm or physical force. Compared to the form I had chosen to appear in he was much taller, almost by a whole head. I waited for him to settle.

“No,” he groaned then.

“What have you done to her?” Regret flashed in his vision, disappearing fast and without a trace. It wouldn’t have been him if he didn’t stand by his choices.

“A fault in your plans?” Testing me, he knew how dangerous I could be, he saw my wrath, though he was undoubtful that I wouldn’t turn against him. “Or perhaps in my brother’s? Destiny sent you?”

“You tread perilous grounds Morpheus. Answer.”

“I condemned her to hell,” he hissed. I let him go, fingers still brushing against his neck. He didn’t take the free step back, labouring breaths and all. He stood his ground. “She abashed me.”

“As I suspected. And you of course have no fault in this.” His head nodded forward, chin hitting his sternum. From under his brows, the two swirling sea eyes tried to read me. “I never saw a purpose that is to be fulfilled in the afterlife, how strange.”

“Is this Desire’s doing? Like Killala was?”

“Wouldn’t be a lesson if I were to tell you, would it?”

His mask of anger fractured, turning into dust and he let the wind carry it away. It dawned on him that without Nada he was alone again.

“Come to the Dreaming with me.” He spoke low, as if afraid that the desert would take notice of his solicitation. “I find myself in need of your company, First of Writers.”

I smiled at him sweetly.

“It’s best for you to be alone now, Dream of the Endless.”

Lucienne notified me, not him. Almost a century after and he didn’t let me know. I went to visit, only to find his cage broken and empty and he would have let me worry until I find my way to his realm. Then a raven came from me out of the sky, he did say his name, Matthew, and he was tasked to pull me into the Dreaming. But not because Morpheus asked him, the request was made by the palace’s forever librarian.

He either expects me or Lucienne told him I will be coming, as I find the ivory gates now standing slightly ajar, so I waste no time. The sea bordering his domain is still murky and white strings of bacteria cling to the shore’s black sand. I enter, stumbling onto a rocky path. It must have been cobblestone once, now it's uneven and broken up. I know this land from long eons ago and it was not fashioned like this. I’ve seen these rolling hills when they were blooming with eternal spring and with a boat fabricated by clouds and rain I drifted down the river to the doors watched by the three guardians. A gryphon, a drake and a pegasus. When I halt for a moment to take in the landscape I faintly perceive a dry riverbed. There is nothing I’ve written here, for all of this does not exist in the waking world. But dreams sing too. Or at least they should.

As I cross the distance between us Lucienne falls into my awaiting arms. Her suffering must have been close to equal to her master’s, abandoned in a kingdom without a ruler. Hastily she excuses herself and straightens, suit and glasses immaculate as always. She looks deeply into my eyes and almost begins to speak, but I cut her short. Certain matters can’t wait.

“So he is back.” I hush like I’m about to gossip, the tall marble hall’s walls reverberate every sound. Maybe the guardians outside, frozen into stone, listen.

“Not long ago I found him laying in the sand at the shores.” She confirms, then whispers too. “Dare I ask what happened exactly?”

“That’s no story I can tell you, Lucienne. Ask your lord, he might one day. When he is ready.”

“I've been nothing but tactful, I assure you.” The librarian leads me towards a lanced archway, opening to a corridor which serves as a gallery of some, with all sorts of impossible paintings of night and time pushing away from each other in the wake of a crazed star. In the chaos a ship sails towards reality, no, someone thrusts it forward instead. The image tugs on my memory, a member of a long-dead race's teeth flashes in my mind. A vortex. There was a girl too, Hope. I quickly ignore it and focus on Lucienne.

"I'm sure you were." Escaped from the strange visions I force a smile, though it's still shadowed by our looming situation. We walk through a collapsed Dreaming, it's monarch the same as broken. "Tell me, how is he?"

"Restless, my..." She thinks better and doesn't let on what form she sees me in at the moment. Her eyes linger on me. "He should rest, he is weak."

"Foolish man," I mutter and Lucienne smirks. "He will not be happy about it, but I will talk to him."

"That's why I sent for you. Your bond is," she thinks for a second. "Special."

"Even that might not be enough." We pass a window made of colourful shards of glass, the composition depicts Fiddler's Green, what he was. "Morpheus might not realize this, but even he needs to be shown the right way sometimes."

"He is horrible at accepting help and at asking for it too."

"He always was. Some say that the only person he would accept help from is himself. I might be able to change that, at least for today. Tomorrow is another question. But I can always try to win him over twice."

Finally, we make it to the throne room. I have to surpass a gasp threatening to escape my lips. What the Lord of the Dreaming spent ages to build is all gone, the ceiling caved in and the starry night sky drapes over above us, contrary to the gloomy sun outside. I watch my step around the scattered debris, reminders of an old time, waiting to be removed, reused. Lucienne stays by the door sill, willing to give us privacy. Ornate clustered columns stand, bearing the memory of now non-existent flying buttresses. Stones levitate through the air, where the side aisle's ribbed vaults once were. The upper gallery torn down just carved details left of it. The leaf of a flower, the head of an ox charging towards a wyvern, only wings, no body. I know the gothic church where he borrowed the inspiration from for these architectural wonders, I showed it to him. Now he is perching on the unscathed stairs leading to his throne, fully dressed, dark folds encompassing his skeletal body. He watches from his seat intently as I approach. I think he has an idea about what speech I prepared for him, but what he gets wrong is that I'm not here to lecture. I know this by being his friend since he existed, there are rarely any secrets to be found between us. I can see into his toughts as much as he can into mine.

Without invitation, I join him on the steps and I'm above him until he decides to stand tall, a ray of black booming clouds. He presents himself as proud again with the dignity of a monarch, but I can still point out the bruises under his cape, hidden in the most secured layers of his soul. His faith in humanity faltered, rightfully so, though how he will be able to serve them like this now? This is no way to go. I don't plan to guide him back to a better route right away, he needs time to heal and after all, he is completely capable of figuring out things by himself. I’m here, so he has someone to lean onto.

He speaks like a lord.

"I expected you will turn up eventually." Oh, he is stern, he doesn't want to be bothered and I would be content to leave if this wasn't necessary. "Much later though."

"I expected you to send for me at least. Leave me a message maybe?" A growl flares up in his chest, and his eyes hang on the starry sky above, searching for constellations to curse me with. I step up, we are almost the same height. "Or I had hoped for too much after being by your side for a century?"

"And I thank you for that." My closeness makes him back off, he turns to leave the throne room, just with that he is sure he can get rid of me. "But I have things to attend to. As you probably already noticed my realm is in shambles, my subjects are on their own. If I have any left of them."

"You think I don't see it? See into you as deep as your heart." He halts, and I walk up to him. "You are hunched, your spine curved, every vertebra moulded to the trajectory of your cage. And you think I'd miss this?"

My hand finds the nape of his neck, drawing circles on his skin there. His hair gained back a bit of shine. From the side of my vision, I see Lucienne leaving the doorway. Morpheus involuntarily leans into my touch, closes his eyes, and surrenders himself to the sensation. He draws a shaky breath, the electricity of pleasure spasms in his veins, locking his body into a motionless effigy of himself. Just like that, I came out on top.

"All I ask from you is to rest for a while. A day at least."

"How could I?" He lets me keep caressing him. "The symbols of my power, they were stolen, I have to find them. I can't rebuild while they are missing."

"The Dreaming can wait for a day, it won't change anything." I gently remove his coat, it falls to the ground, and pools at our ankles like liquid obsidian. "Come and rest. Please."

I grab his hand and pull him towards a side exit patiently so he can will what's about to materialize behind the door. He doesn't protest. We turn up in his chamber, vast and airy. To stretch, to breathe. With windows so the oxygen never runs out. I lead him to the bed, king-sized, the ebony duvet is without wrinkles from waiting to be used for years. We stand next to it, eye to eye, his fingers intertwined with mine. He hesitates.

“Do you want to be alone?”

“No. I wish for your company.”

In unison we climb under the covers, his head finds its place over my heart to listen to its rhythmic counsel, our feet are touching, his much colder than mine. I shouldn't let him this close, but part of me wants to. It's not that we couldn't love each other, but he is an Endless and I'm something even more ancient. Neither of us can be distracted from our tasks by romance. He longs for partnership that I can't give and I have to admit to myself, that I'm scared. One if not both of us would only end up hurting. Is that worth it for a short interruption of boundless love?

"Why?" He is starved for touch, ardently searches for my warmth, his arm sneaks around my torso, afraid I might refuse. “Have I asked you this before? Why?”

"Why what?" I smooth his locks out of his face, his features sublime. "Rest now."

"Why stay by my side if you do not harbour feelings for me as I do? Am I not tiring?” Speaking into the crook of my neck he presses closer. “Why did you come here?"

"I do love you." He shudders, he heard this before, never in a way, he would have liked.

"You tear into me every time you say this, yet I still find you more beautiful than anything."

"In which one of my forms?" My nails scrape down his back, his muscles quivering, spine arching to meet my touch.

"In every one of them."

One day. Maybe one day, when the universe doesn't need us as it does now. I can be his and he can be mine.

“Rest Dream Lord. Rest, I will wake you when the time is right.”

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Never: Fairly Straightforward

cw: talk of death/killing

previous part

"What has Peter told you about this place?"

It had been two weeks since they'd been cast off the Merry, and as far as James could tell, they'd been exceedingly lucky with where they'd ended up. They had sustenance with the fish and fruit of the island, and shelter with the cave. After several days' worth of good rest and adequate food, James was able to start walking again with Jeddy's help, rebuilding his strength and mobility a little at a time.

His ankles were scarred from his time spent in chains, and the healing wounds on his back still required he sleep on his stomach, but they were healing. He was healing. Day by day.

The little rocky island was larger than he'd initially assumed, with deep caves and a proper forest on the side that faced the mainland. He wasn't much help with collecting firewood or looking for food, but did his best to tend the fishing net and the fire with his one good hand.

"Hm?" Jeddy looked up from where she'd been mending the next, tying and retwisting the bits of rope that had broken apart.

"The island," James said. "Peter's not a man of quiet excitement, and I'm sure he had plenty of stories to go around, myth or true."

Jeddy was nodding. "That he did. Can't say I listened to 'em all, but he had a good few." She put the net aside and set to sharpening her makeshift knife, formed from one of the metal hoops on the barrel.

"He called it the neverland," she continued. "A place where magic still runs wild, where the fae and the merfolk play wargames and the animals are clever as people."

"And do you believe any of that?"

After a moment, she nodded. "And mind you, I'd normally be as much a skeptic as I imagine you are, but this morning…" She drew up her waterskin and began to remove its stopper. "T'was almost empty, so I figured I'd wash up with what was left. And when I started pouring it out, it… well." She turned it upside down, and James watched as it flowed from the skin to the ground, running off to soak the sand. And it kept going, long after the small container would've been emptied. Once she was sure she'd made her point, Jeddy righted the skin and replaced the stopper, handing it to James.

It was still full.

"What..?"

"I dunno. Dunno what it is, or why it's doing it, but Peter said there was magic here, and after that…" She took the skin back, tucking it at her hip. "I think I believe him."

"What about the fountain?" James asked.

"What do you think?" she replied.

James sighed, watching the water she'd poured on the ground begin to dry up. There was magic here, no doubt, and if that were true, the fountain really could be real. And there was a good chance Peter had already made it to his destination.

No matter, James told himself. If stopping Peter from reaching the fountain was out of the question, he'd just have to stop him from leaving the island. The fountain was inland, so Peter would have to dock the Merry. And if James and Jeddy could reach her before Peter's expedition returned, they could take away his one means of leaving the island. One way or another, James would make sure Peter stayed here forever. Dead or alive.

But when he brought it up, Jeddy shook her head.

"Y'aren't strong enough yet," she said. "Even if we cobble together a raft to get there, I don't want you falling overboard."

And so they waited, eyes always on the horizon, anticipating the day when the Merry journeyed out to sea again. Weeks passed with no sign of the ship. Or Peter, for that matter.

James spent his time walking as long as he could, then running when simply taking the next step no longer posed a challenge. Jeddy helped him massage the scar tissue on his chest and back to prevent it from bunching his skin too tightly as it healed, and at her insistence, he practiced simple tasks one handed.

Sharpening the knife, mending the nets, even swimming, all done careful and painstakingly slow, but he worked at it all the same, Peter's smug grin in the forefront of his mind.

It was all for Peter. Once his enemy was gone, he could stop. He could let himself fade away, but right now he had to be strong and he had to adapt if he stood a chance of bringing the other man down.

That was the thought that drove him, that pushed him to run until he was on the verge of passing out, to tread water until his limbs were burning with exertion. To wake up every morning.

The thought of vengeance, and more than that, the thought of justice, of doing right by Jeddy. And beneath even those, in a part of his mind James refused to acknowledge, there was the thought of what would happen if he lost.

If he faced Peter, but wasn't strong enough to beat him. If Peter won, but didn't kill him. If the little polished knife came back to rest its point on his flesh.

Can I cut out your tongue?

It wouldn't happen. He wouldn't let it happen. He'd die first, fighting Peter to the final breath.

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"Y'think they might be lost?" Jeddy asked one morning, several weeks after their last sighting of the ship. "Or dead?"

"I don't know. They may be. I'm sure we'll find out soon enough."

The two of them had begun to build a raft, gathered branches and grasses woven together an inch at a time.

"And what if they sailed around the island? Disappeared into the Eastern sea?"

James shrugged. "Maybe."

Not if he could help it. What would they do, if The Scarlet Merry and her crew were nowhere to be found? They'd have no way off the island, no way back to familiar waters.

"I'd wager Peter's still exploring," he said. "You heard his stories. Why leave his neverland so soon, whether he's found the fountain or not?"

Jeddy nodded, frowning as she twisted another bundle of grasses into place. "Say it all goes well then. Say we find the ship, and no one's aboard. We can't sail her with only two, can we?"

James cursed under his breath. If it had been months ago, if he were still whole, maybe they could manage it. But as it were…

"We don't know she's empty. Peter may have left some to keep watch," he said. "How many of the sailors aboard would be willing to abandon him?"

Jeddy sighed, running her fingers over her work. "Many were ready for an adventure into uncharted waters when he first started talkin' about the neverland," she began. "But once he took command… once they heard what he'd done with you, seemed a lot of 'em regretted that choice."

"Didn't do much about it," James muttered.

"They were afraid. If one man tried, if no one else was brave enough to stand up with him, wouldn't he be tortured for his insubordination? No one wanted to chance it."

"You did," he said softly, and she went silent for a moment.

"Wasn't enough," she replied, turning her gaze from him, back down to the raft.

"But it was," he said. "I'm still alive, aren't I?"

"Suppose that's something," Jeddy said, and the quiet grew between them for a long minute before she continued, changing the subject. "But... But fear or not, I don't think any of the men are bound by any loyalty to Peter."

"And what about loyalty to me?"

"Y'hear any cheers when Peter was whippin' you?" she replied, and a twinge of pain went through his back, as if his body was trying to recall.

"I think we can get a few," Jeddy continued, and James nodded along, staring down at his side of the raft and trying to push away memories.

"We'll go to the Merry first," he said. "If anyone's aboard, we'll try and convince them, and if not, I suppose we'll go ashore. Look for Peter."

Get rid of him once and for all.

"How do we find him?" Jeddy asked. "We don't even know where he's docked the ship."

James looked up at her, unable to keep a grin from crossing his face. "I do." He straightened his back, pushing the raft away and placing a finger over his heart. Over the X.

"They'll drop anchor here," he said, moving his hand down to point at the angular cove that had been cut into his ribs. He traced the line upwards from there, the path Peter had carved in flesh and blood.

"And if we don't find anyone at the Merry," he continued, "the path of travel is fairly straightforward."

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Hail to the King, part 2

Pairing: Aegon Targaryen and OFC

Summary: Modern AU with High School QB Aegon and new student OFC

Part 1

Warnings: Parental death

Against his (questionably) better judgment, Aegon asked. “Where is your mom?”

Liv was looking down at the sweater and said something, so quietly, that he couldn’t make out what it was.

“What?” He felt cold trickling down his spine, and realized it was fear. He really didn’t want to know the answer.

“Dead.”

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck

Maybe if he didn’t move or say anything, she’d just go away. Because nothing good was going to come from him saying something.

She looked up, eyes swimming in tears, and punched him in the chest. “She’s dead, you asshole, and this is all I have of her!” She punched him again in the shoulder, and he wrapped his arms around her. He didn’t know if it was to stop her, not that her punches hurt much, or to comfort her.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I-”

“Fuck off!” she screamed, struggling to get free of him, but her foot slipped against his and she started to fall. Instinctively, Aegon tipped her weight to him and sat down, taking her with him.

She was sobbing loudly, and Aegon fucking hated it when girls cried. Mostly when they were fake-crying trying to stop him from leaving them after he’d fucked them. This was different and the hot, searing feeling of shame began to spread through him. He began caressing her hair, whispering as he tried to calm her down. “Sshhh, I’m so sorry, sshhhh. Please, please.” He didn’t know what he was pleading for, but her grief was so tangible, so different from his when his own father had died. He hadn’t been close to his dad, and while he had felt badly for his mother, his death hadn’t impacted his life much.

Liv stopped resisting and simply let herself rest her head against Aegon’s shoulder as the sobs continued. She was sitting on the floor between his knees, still holding her mom’s ruined sweater. He was warm and solid and she had to remind herself that he was an asshole and she hated him. It had been so long since anyone comforted her. She looked after people, she made sure her dad ate and slept after her mom had died. She made sure the bills got paid, dad’s shirts were dry-cleaned, and his favorite soda was stocked.

Aegon stayed like that, almost cradling her, until he felt her breathing go steady and her sobs became fainter and fainter. “Please don’t hate me,” he said, surprising himself. He kissed the top of her head, the sweet, fruity smell of her hair making him smile. “Don’t hate me,” he whispered again, and kissed her temple. When she raised her face to his, he didn’t think, he simply pressed his mouth to hers. Softly, he brushed his lips over hers, tasting her tears.

* * * * *

He’d started kissing her hair, and she’d let him, tired of crying, tired of being there for everyone else, tired of the tough front she had perfected. For once, she just wanted to feel and let someone else take care of her, at least for a few minutes.

Much to her surprise, he was gentle, and when he wrapped his arms around her, he simply felt good. He kept murmuring soothing words, probably just wanting her to be quiet, but at the moment, Liv didn’t care. When he kissed her temple, she tried to remember the last time she’d been this close to a boy and couldn’t remember. Amidst the sorrow and anger, she began to want, and when she felt his lips on hers, she didn’t want to stop.

He tasted like cinnamon gum, and he didn’t immediately stick his tongue down her throat as she had imagined he would. He was gentle, and while he had one arm wrapped around her back, his other hand was on her cheek, fingers ghosting along her skin.

Liv ended the kiss and pulled back, completely confused. Gone was the hostility and the arrogant way he’d looked at her since that first day. “What are you doing?”

Aegon shook his head slowly. “Fuck if I know, not-Olivia.” But he looked at her mouth, and leaned in again, brushing his lips against hers once more. “Apparently I have a thing for being smacked around by you.” She smiled, and he kissed her again. “For the record, I am really sorry. I would never have, uh-”

“Fucked with my laundry?”

He had the grace to wince at her question, and nodded. “yeah, not my best moment.” His eyes widened for a split second and he added, “I may have an idea regarding the sweater.”

* * * * *

His idea entailed trusting him with her mother’s sweater, but since it also involved Dany, whom Liv had come to know was super responsible, she felt a little easier about it. In any case, the sweater was ruined so it could only get better.

The first time Aegon had brought her over for dinner with his family, Liv had realized just how much he had warned his family to not mess with her. His mother, Alicent, caught herself almost asking questions more than once, and his brother kept smirking at him and kicking him under the table. His sister, Aegon had warned Liv, was a little strange and tended to say random things, but she found Helaena sweet, even with her obsession with insects. “A king is nothing without his queen,” she murmured before taking a bite out of her piece of bread.

“So,” Aemond, the youngest sibling, said, drawing a worried look from Aegon, “since this is the first time he brings someone to dinner, I should ask you, Blond girl, what are your intentions with my brother?”

Helaena burst out laughing and Alicent shook her head, while Aegon stared daggers at his brother. “I don’t know about her intentions, but mine are to hide all your electronics if you keep this up, nerd.”

“Graduating one semester early,” Aemond boasted, “and already getting college credit.”

Alicent looked at her youngest child with pride. “Liv, is that short for Olivia?”

“Here we go,” Aegon smiled at Liv.

“My name is Elizaveta,” Liv said, “my mom was Russian, she met my dad when they both worked at the embassy in D.C. She hated the thought of people calling me ‘Liz’ so she decided it would be ‘Liv’.”

“That is lovely,” Alicent said warmly. “Maybe next time we have dinner, we can invite your dad?”

Aegon looked at Liv, mouthing I’m sorry. “Sure mom, maybe next time you can invite Mr. Cole? Ow, Aemond, what the fuck!”

“Aegon!” Alicent hid her blush behind a reprimand for her oldest child. “Language!”

“I need that ankle to play football! Sorry, sorry,” he held up his hands.

Helaena leaned in toward Liv, “does your father disapprove of cursing? Because Aegon curses a lot.”

* * * * *

He could feel his heart beating in his throat as he handed the bag to Liv. Dany had told him it was as if nothing had happened, or rather, “it looks like no moron ever fucked with it” but that meant nothing to him until Liv approved.

Liv took a deep breath and reached into the bag, pulling out the sweater.

Aegon’s foot was tapping a crazy beat as he waited, watching her examining the spots where the pink stains had been. She looked up at him and he swore the world went still. A small smile appeared on her face and she threw herself at him. “Thank you, thank you.”

He wrapped his arms around her, “I only fixed what I fucked up, Liv.” But he’d take the hugs, and the kisses.

“Come on,” he said eventually. “Cole’s joining us for dinner, should be very interesting.”

#aegon targaryen #aegon targaryen x oc #aegon x oc #aegon targaryen fanfic

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In My Head, I’m Yours

AO3

Chapter 3: Talk Fast, Romance

It took Annabeth a minute to realize she wasn’t in her own bed. The sheets were softer and she was warm. Usually, her room had a slight draft when she woke up. When she opened her eyes she saw where the heat was coming from—Percy was laying beneath her, his right arm slung around her bare waist.

She closed her eyes again, not wanting this to end. If she could, she’d stay in his bed forever. Forget architecture, she belonged right here in Percy’s arms.

The room smelled like someone had cracked open a window in a beach house. From what she could see, it was clean too. Just one chair in the corner covered with school books and several hoodies; everything else had been neatly put away.

Percy shifted and yawned.

“Morning,” she whispered.

He grinned, “good morning.”

Annabeth tried to sit up but Percy pulled her right back down. She snuggled into his neck.

“Do you have any idea where my phone is?” She murmured against his skin.

“I think I plugged it in last night so it wouldn’t be dead when we woke up.”

He reached over to his nightstand and pulled a phone off the charger.

“Here you go.”

It was nine am. Thalia likely wasn’t awake yet. Annabeth wasn’t sure if Leo made it back to their place last night or if he ended up going home with someone like she did. But Annabeth didn’t want either of her roommates to wake up and find her missing.

She texted Thalia.

Annabeth: went out for coffee and books! Hope you’re not too hungover

Maybe on her way home she’d swing by the bookstore just so her cover did its job. It wasn't unusual for Annabeth to get lost in a used book store for hours; Thalia wouldn’t question it unless she didn’t come home with at least one new book.

Normally she wouldn’t lie to her best friend but she really didn’t need the teasing of her having slept with Percy. When Thalia and Jason got back from California, she’d tell her about her one night stand.

Though she didn’t want to admit it, she needed the time to figure out what sleeping with Percy meant. Even though they hadn’t met before last night, he was intertwined with her life. He was in a band with her childhood friend, who was also Leo’s best friend, and her best friend’s brother. They were probably going to see each other again and Annabeth didn’t want it to be weird when they did.

Plus, she liked Delphi’s music. She didn’t want to be the girl who fucked one of the lead singers. Annabeth just wanted to be a girl who loved their music and maybe was friends with the band.

Gods, she should’ve thought about this last night before she decided to complicate their relationship by having sex. But she was buzzed and Percy was so hot.

He was even hotter with the bedhead that she helped construct. Annabeth ran her hand down his chest. She couldn’t feel the bruises she left there but her mind remembered exactly where they were forming. And she didn’t mind the trip down memory lane of Percy’s abs.

It was from swimming, she knew. He had told her all about the swim team. Found his love for the water early on in life, music came later. He had always loved the guitar but it wasn’t til he met Piper that he realized they might be able to make something of it.

Percy was a senior at Goode College in Manhattan studying marine biology (“If we don’t become rockstars, my fall back is working at an aquarium.”) with a minor in music. He told her about his songwriting class and how he hadn’t realized how much structure was involved in it but Delphi’s songs had benefited greatly from it.

Annabeth wanted to watch his swim meets. If sweaty singer Percy had made her want to jump his bones last night, she could only imagine what a speedo and chlorinated water droplets would do to her.

Her stomach growling broke her thoughts. Percy chuckled and stopped playing with her hair, “should I make some pancakes?”

Annabeth sat up, “pancakes?”

Percy sat up too and smiled, “I know what you’re thinking: he sings like an angel, looks like a god, and he cooks, Percy Jackson is the total package. And you’d be one hundred percent right.

She slapped his chest but it didn’t stop her cheeks from reddening, “shut the fuck up.”

Percy shrugged, “you didn’t say I was wrong.”

Damn him.

…

Percy meant it when he told Annabeth he could cook. Growing up it was just his mom and him; together in the kitchen trying new recipes was the best part of his weekends. But his favorite days were rolling out blue chocolate chip cookies and getting to lick the bowl clean afterwards.

His pancakes were perfectly golden brown, topped with chocolate chips, and maple syrup.

“I also have whipped cream if you want it,” he offered, passing a plateful to Annabeth.

She was sitting at his counter wearing his shirt from the night before. He wondered if she bothered with underwear. He also wondered if they could repeat last night before she inevitably left him alone again.

He liked living alone for the most part. It was his senior year and he was tired of bothering with roommates. If campus apartment housing wasn’t cheaper than actual Brooklyn apartments, he would’ve just moved in with Grover. But some days he was lonely. No extra noise to fill the space.

Sometimes he was almost excited at the prospect of moving back home with his mom after graduation. It would be nice to be there to watch his little sister, Estelle, growing up. She had already started kindergarten and Percy could feel those formative years slipping away. They FaceTimed all the time though, Estelle would beg Paul or Sally to “call Per-ski” so much so that Paul had changed Percy’s contact name to Per-ski. Estelle hadn’t really nailed his name just yet.

Annabeth moaning shifted him back to his thoughts of last night. Him breathless on top of her, trying so hard not to finish before getting her off just one more time. Her arching her back and him holding down her hips from between her thighs. Annabeth pulling him up for a kiss and flipping them over with Percy still inside her.

“These pancakes are so good, what the hell did you put in them?”

“Secret recipe,” he joked, zipping his lips and throwing away the metaphorical key.

“I’m going to need access to that,” she said, finishing her last bite.

Percy still had a whole pancake left on his plate but with the way Annabeth was looking at him. Heat in her eyes. He didn’t care one bit how hungry he was, he was ready to work up an appetite instead.

Annabeth didn’t end up leaving his place until 3 pm. They napped together for a couple hours, after all they had a late night. Percy made grilled cheeses for a late lunch. He thought maybe it was all in his head but she didn’t seem to want to go.

He wanted to kiss her again before she left but Percy wasn’t sure if it was appropriate. He did manage to awkwardly ask for her number. They did run in similar circles and were bound to end up in the same room again. If they were going to meet again, he hoped they could be friends since he was in no position to push for more.

Annabeth was way out of his league and Percy counted himself lucky she allowed him in her presence for this long. He wasn’t going to press.

At least, not directly.

That night, Jason found Percy sitting on his living room floor scribbling lyrics on a yellow legal pad. Jason had let himself into the apartment, Percy usually left it unlocked when he was home during the day.

“Um, Perce? I brought dinner.”

Percy looked up then, Jason had a bag from their favorite Chinese place. Shit, what time was it? He didn't realize it was already dinner time. Last night, Jason and he had made these plans.

“Sorry, man. I lost track of the day. Let me get some forks.”

Jason ended up sitting on the floor too. Eating lo mein straight out of his container.

With his mouth full, he asked, “what’s the song?”

Percy swallowed and pulled the paper closer.

“It’s rough but something like…” and then he started to sing.

I don’t wanna think about a moment with you

I’m kinda hoping for forever

Percy hummed the melody. He knew there were some lines still missing.

Goddamnit, we look good together

“It’s good, do we have a chorus yet?” Jason asked.

Percy shook his head. “I only just came up with this today.”

“It’s a great start, do you want to loop Piper in?”

“Not yet, let me work on the chorus first.”

Jason agreed and then launched into the shenanigans he and Leo got up to last night while playing their new version of pool.

Percy was thankful that Jason didn’t immediately assume the song was about Annabeth. Maybe it wasn’t as obvious as he thought.

#percabeth #percabeth fanfic #Percabeth fanfiction

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Re-Animator, See You Later

[Easy reading version on Toyhou.se]

Lusien drifted in and out of consciousness for nights on end, only vaguely comprehending the scenes around him. He heard the beeping of the machines and muffled chatter between the doctor and their assistant, saw lights far too bright to make him want to keep his eyes open, and felt the frequent waves of pain and nausea between rounds of medication he could barely recall taking.

For the first time since that night he confronted Celise - however long that may have been, he had no idea - he found himself finally able to stay awake for more than a few minutes at a time.

He kept his eyes closed as he tried to sit up, grunting from the strain that any slight movement put on his back. His head felt like it was spinning, and putting a hand to his forehead confirmed the warmth of a developing headache. He was utterly exhausted, but also feeling a bit restless, like he needed to get up out of this hospital bed and do something.

He needed a cigarette.

Lusien cracked open one eyelid just enough to figure out where the bedside table was, then blindly reached over to try and locate his pack of smokes. He doesn’t know where the nurse took his coat - or his other clothes, for that matter - but if she emptied out his pockets then she must have left it-

He winced and recoiled as a clipboard smacked against his wrist.

“Absolutely not, Avalon.”

Lusien grunted and held his wrist, and then opened his eyes to see the incredibly disgruntled face of Chryso Haanda, Vernrot Harbour’s local doctor.

“I’ll need them later,” The blueblood mumbled, certain that the other troll is well-aware that no one enjoys going through nicotine withdrawal, especially someone who smokes as heavily as he does.

Chryso’s lips curled into a snarl, and they bopped Lusien on the head with the clipboard this time.

“In my clinic? You’re damned lucky I didn’t remove your lungs while I had you under my knife. It’d make no damn difference whether you have them or not, lord knows how you managed to make it here with that much tar rotting you from the inside out,” they scoffed.

Lusien pinched the bridge of his nose with his fingers and closed his eyes again, which conveniently helped him fight the urge to roll them in response.

“And don’t even think of doing any strenuous exercise like that while you’re recovering, if you’re even capable of such a thing. No swimming, no climbing up flights of stairs, and no picking at the wound no matter how much it may itch. If I have to redo those stitches a second time I will be ensuring they leave the worst scar imaginable, do not test me.” The tealblood tapped the clipboard with their pen as they listed off their various health advice and threats.

Lusien could already feel himself struggling to concentrate, and while Chryso continued to list off all the dos and don’ts of recovering from getting stabbed in the back with an axe, their words were starting to blend together in a muddle of annoyed sounds. He decided it would be best to simply nod along and pretend to listen, as any sort of wound care was the last thing on his mind.

There was the question of who was managing the lighthouse at the moment, if anyone at all. He knew from his time travelling with Anirus that it can go unattended for some time without any major disasters occurring, but in his current condition… It could be a while before it could be back in operation.

Then, there was also…

“How is Celise?” Lusien asked when he was able to get a word in, looking up at the doctor.

Chryso gave him a deadpan look, as if he had just asked something utterly absurd.

“They’re dead.”

Lusien’s mouth fell open, and his head began to spin from the immediate rush of blood to the brain from a combination of anxiety and pure terror. D- Dead? But he- It was only-

Chryso did not react in the slightest, and continued.

“Fatal traumatic brain injury via a blow to the head, preliminary analysis points to blunt force trauma being the primary culprit-” They stop, noticing the blueblood’s expression of horror, and sigh loudly. “- Is what should be the most straightforward answer. The reality is far more absurd, and, quite frankly, not something any doctor should ever have the displeasure of dealing with.”

The lighthouse keeper pauses, snapped out of his spiralling by that strange declaration. He then squints at Chryso in confusion.

“Which is…?”

“Despite every single test I have conducted since you dragged a literal corpse into my clinic confirming that, yes, there is absolutely no signs of brain activity and all organs have catastrophically failed, they are still conscious and moving. I had to bind the damn frog to their bed after they tried to bite nurse Baliso.”

Chryso sighed a second time at the recollection, and briefly pushed up their glasses to rub the weariness out of their eyes. Lusien could not believe what he was hearing.

“I need to see them,” he said, suddenly urgent, and despite every part of his body protesting, he began to attempt to climb out of bed.

The tealblood grabbed him by his shoulders and tried to force him back down.

“You absolutely will not, Avalon. I warned you once, do not test me.”

Lusien stayed firm, and attempted to push back against Chryso’s own strength.

“No. I will be seeing them. It’s important.”

Chryso bared their teeth, but could tell by the resolve in Lusien’s tired eyes that this was a losing battle. If he wasn’t going to see the other patient now, then they’d be likely to find him on the floor hours later, having passed out from pushing himself too far from disobeying their orders.

“Fine. You get fifteen minutes and zero chances to complain about any pain. I will not be providing you with any further painkillers from any discomfort caused by walking around when you have been told repeatedly to stop,” they grumbled, and likely would have spat if they were not in such a sanitary environment.

Lusien nodded in acknowledgement, and as he started to haul himself out of the bed (with all sorts of winces and groans leaving his mouth as he did so), felt a tug against his wrist.

Huh. Oh, right, there’s still all the tubes from the IV drip and presumably a blood transfusion-

“Don’t touch those!” Chryso hissed, smacking Lusien’s hand away with the clipboard yet again, “Just- Just take the pole with you!”

Lusien paused, looking blankly at them, and then realised he would need to get off from the other side of the bed to accomplish that. Of course.

He was unsteady on his feet once he was finally standing, and kept an iron grip on the IV pole in order to stay upright. His head and back still hurt, the lights were still hurting his eyes, and he was still desperately craving a cigarette, but he tried his best to put that aside for now. The doctor did not approve of any complaints, and finding out Celise’s current condition was more important.

Chryso led him out the door and towards the room where the other patient was staying, but not without first rolling their eyes and mumbling ‘I told you so’ at the sight of Lusien’s painfully slow pace. They did not help him, but opted to walk alongside him and kept their hand on the IV pole, so that if he fell it would not be knocked over with him.

As the two approached the room, Lusien felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. It was that same feeling of wrongness once again, but this time… Different. Quieter. Hungrier. He glanced over at the doctor, but their expression had not changed. They could not sense it.

When Chryso opened the door and ushered the blueblood inside Celise’s room, he could only stop and stare.

Celise was sitting on the hospital bed, and as the doctor had mentioned before, had been restrained with medical-grade straps to prevent them from leaving their position. One wrapped around their chest and upper arms to bind them to the elevated half of the bed that allowed them to remain in an upright position, and presumably their legs were similarly bound underneath the bedsheets.

They appeared completely listless, eyes unfocused with teal-blue tinged sclera and pupils appearing slightly cloudy, and dark bags under each eye. The colour of their horns had dulled, darkening around the base, and their hair was greasier and more unkempt than usual. A sludge-like liquid dribbled out of their mouth, not unlike the ink he has personally experienced when under horrorterror influence, and there was a vague wetlands-y smell in the air. Under the bright lights, their skin had a slick sheen to it which Lusien first assumed was sweat, but upon closer inspection appeared to be more like a thin film of slime. Even the dark aura he could see with his psiionics had a lethargic air to it, less explicitly murderous but still highly dangerous.

As he had approached, however, Celise’s gaze suddenly fixated on him as they caught a whiff of his scent, and they emitted a noise that was a cross between a low growl and a croak. Between the slight curl of their lip, Lusien caught a glimpse of a pair of incredibly sharp teeth. They continued to drool, like an animal who has spotted a delicious piece of meat that is just out of their grasp, too transfixed on their own hunger to care about the liquid dripping onto their shirt.

It was incredibly obvious to him what they had become. A slight deviation from the norm for that kind of creature, but the signs were all there.

“Doctor,” he said, turning to face the tealblood. He spoke slowly and matter-of-factly, knowing what he was about to say would likely earn him a comment about whether he also suffered a head injury. But it needed to be done.

“Do you have any spare cadavers?”

#drabble #lusien avalon #chryso haanda #celise shoket #plot: spanner in the works #[looks at the title] oh jeez whats happening here #anyways :) fun times

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Think: Chapter Ninety-Four: Decaying Knowledge

My Hero Academia Fan Fiction by Agent ARK 88

Disclaimer: The following is a work of fan fiction using characters and settings from My Hero Academia/Boku no Hero Academia created by Kohei Horikoshi. I do not claim any ownership of characters present in this piece that are owned and created by Kohei Horikoshi. I do not own My Hero Academia/Boku no Hero Academia.

Any references to historical events, real people, or real locales are used fictitiously. Other names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination, and any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead is entirely coincidental.

Warnings: This work contains mild language, blood, and violence.

Please be aware this piece is in second person perspective, following my original character, Think, Anna Kokoro, who is a transfer student from America.

Chapter Ninety-Four: Decaying Knowledge

You couldn’t keep up. Deku and Bakugo had far more experience and speed than you did. Over your ragged breaths, you could barely hear Deku explaining the situation to Endeavor on an assumed private channel. From the few words you could pick up on, Deku was going to see if he could lead Shigaraki in a different direction just by moving himself.

Your mind blasts were getting weaker. You felt your consciousness slip for just a second, before catching yourself off of some more debris. Your head was swimming. Thankfully, the thoughts weren’t crowding you anymore, but you’d taken some strain from getting forced out of Shigaraki’s mind.

Suddenly, you were grabbed. You yelped. Bakugo clicked his tongue in your ear, annoyed.

“Dammit, Big Brain! What were you thinking following us?” he snapped at you. He hooked you onto his chest. “Hold on.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck, worried he might decide to drop you and leave you behind.

“Ah, Think?” Deku asked in surprise. “You followed us?”

“Do you have any idea how dangerous it is for you to be here?” Bakugo scolded you.

You pressed your face into his chest in order to avoid his angry glare.

“Don’t hide now! Where the hell are you going to go? I’m holding you.” Bakugo clicked his tongue again.

“W-why would you follow us? I t-told you I’d be right back,” Deku said.

“One for All. Shigaraki is after One for All, isn’t he?” you muttered into the fabric of Bakugo’s hero costume.

Bakugo’s muscles tensed. Deku let out a small gasp, seemingly left speechless by your words.

“W-What’s One for All?” Deku asked, but you could hear the shaking in his voice and the lie as blatant as the sun in the sky.

“Dammit, Deku! She figured it out. Don’t be an idiot and try to lie to her now.” Bakugo gritted his teeth. “I should have pushed you out of that room when I had the chance. All Might said too much that day.” One of his arms came around your waist, and he gave you a squeeze. “This is too dangerous. You shouldn’t have come.”

“I can hold my own,” you said. You peered up at him, and he glanced away, blushing.

“I’m not questioning your abilities, Big Brain. I’m just…” he trailed off sighing. “You better not get yourself hurt!”

“Shigaraki changed direction!” Deku called back. “It’s just like we thought. He’s after me. We can buy the Pro Heroes more time to evacuate the civilians”

Bakugo grinned viciously. “I can’t wait to kick that villain’s crusty ass. I owe him a beat down, and I intend to deliver, especially for what happened to All Might because of me being kidnapped. I’ll prove that I’m a hero.”

Bakugo sped up, and you had to clutch him tighter to hold on. Bakugo’s hand came down to check that you weren’t slipping every once in a while; however, he had no issues keeping up with Deku even with you hanging on to him. You took the chance to glance at him. His jaw was set. He still held on to what happened to All Might after he’d been kidnapped. He still continued to blame himself for it. He hadn’t been the only one there that night. It wasn’t his fault, nor was it yours.

You winced as a blast of energy shot over your skin. Your earpiece tingled and a sharp buzz sounded, before it went dead entirely.

“The comms! They’re out again!” Deku warned, fidgeting with his headpiece.

Bakugo tested his own without any luck either. You readjusted your arms again around Katsuki’s neck, and he tensed, reaching for you to ensure you were still holding firm. A flash of the moment he wasn’t able to catch you escaped his mind and floated into your own. Your eyes widened when you saw it. Did that memory still haunt him?

“Do you feel that?” Bakugo asked.

Your whole body quaked, and danger set a migraine in your temple. It felt painful to breathe. Death. It felt like death was swirling around you.

Bakugo abruptly pulled back in the air. His hands came out ready to blast what had inevitably stopped them. You dared a peek behind you. Red eyes. You saw red, horrid, bloodshot eyes. Shigaraki stared at the three of you, smirking. His fingers lifted. Your throat closed. Death. Impending death loomed at the edge of that hand. He’d be able to decay the three of you into dust. You had to do something. You couldn’t just sit there and watch it unfold like this. Fear had an icelike grip on your body.

“Give me One for All, Izuku Midoriya,” Shigaraki’s voice rasped out.

Suddenly, Bakugo, you, and Midoriya were snatched from the air, changing your direction rapidly. The area you’d left decayed into nothing. Gran Torino had somehow managed to grab the three of you, using his quirk to air blast you into another direction, just before Shigaraki unleashed his quirk on you. His small form could barely hold on to all of you.

You heard your heartbeat in your ears, clutching Bakugo even tighter out of fear. Gran Torino was explaining something to Midoriya, something in regard to One for All and the Pro Heroes. You had never intended on fighting Shigaraki. You had only followed to help Midoriya. Your eyes widened when you realized Deku and Bakugo’s endgame was to battle him. You breathed, feeling as if you could finally catch your breath while away from that monstrosity of a villain.

“You have to let the Pro Heroes handle him,” Gran Torino said. “If any of that debris touches you, you would be turned to dust. You’ll need to trust the Pros.”

Gran Torino suddenly stopped, dropping you all into a hidden area of upturned wreckage. You fell to your knees, taking hold of your shoulders. You’d been so close to death, so close to that hand shredding every fiber of your being to nothing, to ash.

“Wait here,” Gran Torino stated flatly. “You should be safe.”

“Eraserhead just took his power, didn’t he? Why is he still so strong?” Deku asked.

“He’s only weakened,” Gran Torino explained.

“Why would we stop here? Why are we still so close to him?” Bakugo asked.

“If he’s only weakened, and he’s still that powerful, how will you be able to stop him from taking One for All from Midoriya?” you gasped.

Bakugo looked at you in surprise. His fists clenched at his sides.

“Toshinori told me that Bakugo knew your secret, but I wasn’t told about your other classmate,” Gran Torino said, eyeing you. “We can’t go farther. Communications are down. Shigaraki is moving far faster than expected. I stopped here because few will be able to follow him, and if you’re chased too far out, none of the Pro Heroes would be able to catch up. By getting him in Eraserhead’s field of vision and hiding out of sight, you three are in the best tactical position you could be.” Gran Torino’s expression hardened.

“How do you expect us to just sit here and hide?” Midoriya asked.

“Present Mic told me that All for One’s powers were transferred into Shigaraki,” Gran Torino explained. “That’s why.”

You blinked in confusion. All for One, that horrifying villain you encountered before you’d been rescued. That same man that forced All Might into retirement. His powers had transferred into Shigaraki?

“So, that means he could…” Deku trailed off.

“He could what?” you asked in exasperation.

“It means he’d be able to steal anyone’s quirk for himself, including One for All,” Bakugo cut in.

“I couldn’t imagine a worse scenario than him getting his hands on One for All. If the Pro Heroes can’t stop one person, what’s the point in having so many heroes at all?” Gran Torino set his stance, getting ready to move. “I’m going in to help. We’ll need every Pro Hero we can get. If Shigaraki gets his hands on One for All, nothing will be able to stop him,” Gran Torino said solemnly.

Bile rose in your throat as your stomach turned at the thought. You shivered, thinking of the consequences of Shigaraki getting a hold of Midoriya’s power, All Might’s power. A loud screech had you on alert again. Your breath caught. You looked up and saw a multitude of Nomus headed in the direction of battle.

“They should have been destroyed under the hospital! How are there still Nomus alive after Shigaraki’s decay wave?” Gran Torino shouted in surprise.

Horrible, grotesque monsters clawed their way through the city, making a beeline for the Pro Heroes attempting to put Shigaraki’s horrid destruction to an end. You stood up on your unsteady legs, quaking in fear at the sight of them.

“Those aren’t regular Nomus,” you murmured. “They look more powerful than even the one we fought.”

Gran Torino flew up into the air. “Stay hidden! They’re heading for Eraserhead. I need to stop them!”

Your hair rose with your quirk buzzing in the back of your skull. As afraid as you were, you couldn’t just wait around for Shigaraki to use his decay again. If they were heading for your teacher, Mr. Aizawa, you wouldn’t let them get the chance to hurt him.

Deku moved without a word. You followed, already prepped with your own mind blast. When the battle came into view, you saw him, Shigaraki, grinning from ear to ear as he reached for Mr. Aizawa. Shigaraki stood like a fallen king before him, a red torn cape flowing behind him, and his bare chest to the world as if nothing could hurt him. You choked down the fear that had paralyzed you. No matter the cost, you would not let him touch your teacher.

Your quirk enveloped Mr. Aizawa, putting an invisible wall of protection between him and Shigaraki. Whether or not Shigaraki touching a strand of your mind would decay it, didn’t matter. Mr. Aizawa needed you, as much as you needed him to stay alive. Eraserhead’s quirk should be able to nullify the decay regardless. As long as you could keep Shigaraki away from hurting your teacher. Mr. Aizawa was there for you when you needed him most. You would be there for him.

“Why?! Don’t!” Gran Torino shouted toward you, as you moved toward your teacher.

Shigaraki’s fingertips pressed into your forcefield, and you shivered, feeling your quirk slip at the strength puncturing through your mind. Swiftly, Shigaraki’s red eyes were on you, his fingers digging into the mind field with harsh contempt, nearly making you crumble from the searing pain that sliced through you from it. Midoriya collided with Shigaraki, holding him back with sheer brute force.

“Let us help! If Shigaraki can’t use his quirk, then let us fight!” Deku yelled, straining against Shigaraki’s power.

“We won’t let him hurt our teacher! I’m sorry, but we won’t stand by when we can help!” you shouted along with him. You stood out in front of Mr. Aizawa being supported by two other Pro Heroes. Tears formed in your eyes. “You’ve done everything you could to protect us, protect me! It’s our turn to protect you!”

“We wouldn’t have made it this far without you. Let us save you this time!” Midoriya chimed in.

“Midoriya…” Aizawa trailed off.

“Think of how lousy a hero I would be if I couldn’t protect my own damn teacher,” Bakugo called out, flying over Midoriya with his own blast toward Shigaraki.

You turned your head ever so slightly, looking back at your teacher. “I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for you, Mr. Aizawa. I wouldn’t be a hero. Let me thank you for everything you’ve done for me,” you said. “Let us help.”

Mr. Aizawa’s eyes widened. “Kokoro…”

“I’m sorry for always causing you trouble.” You smiled, tears streaming down your face. “Thank you.”

“Kokoro!” Mr. Aizawa shouted after you as you blasted into the fight.

Thanks to the training you’ve done together, Bakugo, Midoriya, and you could switch off while keeping Shigaraki at bay, but his strength soon became realized. Bakugo used his AP Shot hero move, and Shigaraki barely flinched, he smirked even. Midoriya grabbed Shigaraki with Blackwhip but was thrown off. You didn’t know what chance you had. Midoriya’s strength was incomparable. However, Shigaraki was now advancing toward Katsuki Bakugo, prepared to kill him like in your nightmares.

Strands of your mind flew from your head. You seized Shigaraki like Midoriya had, only you used other strands of your mind to tether you to the ground below, digging in to anchor you.

“Anna Kokoro,” Shigaraki hissed out, straining against the invisible rope. “I should have killed you at our first meeting. Now, you’re as annoying as a buzzing fly to me.” He reached back, hooking his arm around the strands of your mind.

To your surprise, instead of trying to tug, he whipped his whole arm down. You weren’t protected from that, weren’t stabilized to stand upright just for a pull. You hit the ground hard, the crack echoed. Disoriented and bleeding, you could barely hear Bakugo shouting for you. A heat wave sailed overhead. You managed to lift yourself far enough from the ground to see Endeavor standing where Shigaraki once was.

You clenched your fist, lifting yourself from the ground in embarrassment. Deku helped you up. Endeavor turned to look at you only momentarily.

“We can’t change the fact that the three of you are here, but we need to support Eraserhead. The two of you, cover Deku!” Endeavor ordered, before he rushed in.

“One for All. You’re mine. Come to your brother and give me what is rightfully mine,” Shigaraki said, but it wasn’t him. It didn’t sound like him.

Gran Torino sailed in next. You wiped the blood from your face with the back of your hand, scared and uncertain of what to do. But, Bakugo didn’t hesitate, he changed his location, finding a strategic position of attack while Shigaraki’s attention was still on Deku. Your knees buckled. Were you truly ready for this? What were you thinking? You weren’t Deku or Bakugo. You didn’t stand a chance.

You turned around, but froze as soon as you caught sight of Mr. Aizawa. You had to do this for him. He couldn’t fight. He had his own role. He needed to keep Shigaraki from disintegrating everything in his path. He always believed in you, always believed that you could be a hero. You clenched your fists at your sides, and you turned back to face the battle. The least you could do was cover your teacher.

The battle raged on between Shigaraki and the Pro Heroes. Even without his powers, Shigaraki stood his ground, perhaps even surpassed the heroes in his strength, a monster in a man’s body. Fear rumbled through you. They were losing. You could see that they were losing just by the determination in Shigaraki’s eyes, the bitter rage to keep going without fail. Endeavor was the number one hero, and he was barely making a dent. Still, you could tell Shigaraki was becoming slower, being worn down by the multitude of attacks.

Deku slid back into the fight, using Blackwhip in an attempt to restrain Shigaraki, who only had gotten more and more impatient as he was losing ground. You forced your own quirk back to your senses, feeling it strain from the damage it had taken. Ryuku, in her dragon form more greatly engaged the enraged villain. You only planned to give the heroes an edge, help them subdue the deranged power-hungry psychopath that Shigaraki had become. You didn’t know what using your quirk on him again could have had such terrible consequences to your head.

You can’t have control of my body. It’s mine, Shigaraki hissed.

Allow me to help you, Tomura. Stop fighting. This voice. You barely recognized this voice. A shiver, a memory had you quaking. All for One. All for One was inside of Shigaraki. He was not only giving him this power, but he was a part of him now.

You felt the internal struggle, the back-and-forth. Shigaraki was fighting on the outside, but he was also fighting with his Master from the inside. Flashes of memories appeared, horrible memories to you. Decay, itching and destruction and pure decay. You just wanted it to stop itching. You wanted to destroy everything. Then, you did. Your fingers pressed into flesh and away came gray ash. Joy filled your veins. Sadness, but then relief.

Vomit roiled in the back of your throat, as you couldn’t pull back out of Shigaraki’s mind. You watched as his family members turned to dust one by one. The dog, his mother, accidents. Some were accidents. Some happy and some sad. It itched. It always itched, and it still haunted you. He was thinking of them, even now, he was thinking of them as he struggled to be enough, struggled to be strong enough to end the torment.

You focused, wrestling your control back from the mind of a madman. At this point, you weren’t sure if you were in his head or if he was in yours.

Stop! You don’t have to do this! You don’t have to destroy everything because of your past! you shouted toward a deaf mind.

Shigaraki’s thoughts didn’t even flinch. The chaos continued with him tuning out All for One and thinking of how joyous the final destruction of his family had been. The hands, the blue hands of the dead, trophies of his triumph. Then, you saw it. His mind twisted. Anger ripped at his tangled thoughts as he considered a new alternative to this endless fight. His quirk was being nullified, and he had had enough. You saw the red bullet, saw the gun flash between thoughts. You took hold of the strands of your mind, but they remained entangled.

There you are. Too bad. I thought you would have been a promising candidate, especially since you made it this deep into my successor’s mind, All for One stated.

Your blood went cold. You turned around to see a disfigured face. All for One stood as he had stood in front of you to offer you a chance to be villain. His dark suit blended in with the dismal vacuum of space that was this side of Shigaraki’s mind. You were so close you could touch him. He had a hold of what you could only assume to be the strands of your mind. He dug his fingers into the invisible waves, and you cried out in pain. You fell to your knees, holding your head.

Interesting, he purred. Perhaps this quirk would be of use to us. Stolen of course. Too bad I am not the one in control of Tomura at the moment, but soon… I will consider your quirk as well.

All for One clenched harder about your mind strands. It felt as if he was squeezing your windpipe closed. You gasped for air as your head felt like it was being compressed as easily as a soda can. Breathe. You had to breathe. Had to get away from this man who had enough residual power within Shigaraki to affect you in this way.

The quirk deleter gun flashed in Shigaraki’s mind again, and All for One suddenly released you. You flew from Shigaraki’s mind, collapsing to the ground in your physical body. You reached for your neck, gasping for air. You didn’t know how long you were just standing there, but you didn’t have time to flounder. You had to stop Shigaraki from—

The gun went off. Your attention flashed forward. The gun had been forced through Ryuku’s skin, her dragon scales. Shigaraki had a hold of Deku between his teeth. No one had been able to stop him from firing. You whipped your head back and watched in horror as Mr. Aizawa took a knife clean through his leg, severing the lower half of his leg with the quirk deleting bullet in it from his body. You heard Deku screaming, or was it you screaming?

You hadn’t had time to stop it. Your weakened body could barely move. A migraine rattled all of your senses. You hissed under your breath as just a mere turn of your head had your mind spinning.

The knife fell from Mr. Aizawa’s hands, yet somehow, he kept his eyes open. Shigaraki launched a desperate attack on your wounded teacher, grinning in triumph. His fingers dug into Mr. Aizawa’s forehead, scraping through the skin, all the way down to his eyes. You reached out your hand to grapple him with your quirk, but your quirk lashed back at you with searing pain in its wake.

Deku lassoed Shigaraki with Blackwhip, pulling him away from Mr. Aizawa, but the damage had been done. Aizawa collapsed, and the pain in your head wasn’t nearly as palpable as the pain in your heart at witnessing the condition that your teacher endured now.

You got on your hands and knees, forcing your beaten body and mind to move. But no matter how loud you were yelling at yourself to do so, you felt utterly powerless. Your quirk hid from your control, in fear that you might put it in serious danger again.

“Anna. My Sweet Anna. It’s okay. I’m here.”

Your eyes widened. It couldn’t have been him. He was in jail. He shouldn’t be here. “Doku?” you asked.

Doku Kobura’s hands were on you as he shushed you. You blinked up at him in a daze as he helped you to your feet. His piercings were gone. He was wearing rather pedestrian clothes compared to the designer garb you were used to seeing him in, but it was definitely him.

“How are you…? You shouldn’t be here—” You fell into him, clutching your head as another wave of pain hit you.

Doku supported your body with his, leading you away from the ensuing battle. You shook your head, pushing at him gently.

“We can’t leave. Mr. Aizawa needs me,” you said.

“He’s out. The Pro Heroes have got him,” Doku explained. “You’re in no condition to keep fighting either. Shigaraki is about to disintegrate everything in his way, and I will not let you be collateral damage.”

“My friends…” your voice was hoarse. As you argued, Doku continued to help you back.

You barely caught sight of Shoto flying toward Endeavor. He threw up a mountain of ice that melted away in a cloud of condensed air as the Pro Hero cooled off. This was bad. This was going to be bad.

Doku followed your line of sight as it shifted back toward Shigaraki. His hand lifted, and you clenched your teeth, bracing for what was about to come. Doku tightened his grip on you protectively, almost as if he were going to shield you from the decay that would most certainly ripple out of the overpowered villain. But, the destruction never came.

The front of Shigaraki’s torso split. Blood spilled from his chest as if someone had walked up and sliced him with a sword. Shigaraki visibly staggered, confusion filling his expression.

“He’s not regenerating. He should be regenerating,” Doku said under his breath. He blinked. “H-How long has it been? How long have I been in Tartarus?” Kobura suddenly asked you.

“I… I don’t know…” you managed, faltering in his grip. Your vision was growing blurry.

“Hey. Stay with me, Anna. I’ve got you. Don’t pass out.” Kobura’s attention shifted back to you only momentarily. He hesitated to move. His gaze flickered back up to Shigaraki. “He must not have been completed. There wasn’t enough time for the quirks to fully develop within him. The quirk transplant must not have finished, which means there’s a chance to get you out of here safely.”

“You knew? You knew he was going to become this, and you didn’t warn us?” you asked through ragged breaths. You looked up to see that Midoriya had grabbed everyone nearby him with Blackwhip, lifting Shigaraki along with it so he wasn’t able to touch anything or anyone to decay it. He then put them all back down safely.

Your questions didn’t even make Kobura flinch. Doku shook his head. “I knew everything about The League of Villains, Anna. Everything. All for One’s plans were laid out on the crazy doctor’s computers. Of course, I knew. There was time before this. Time and it should have never affected you. I would have always kept you safe. I always keep you safe. If it wasn’t an immediate threat to you, then it didn’t matter.” Kobura sighed. “What would you have done if I told you, Anna? I’m a villain, remember? I’m not a trustworthy source. If anything, the information would have gotten you in trouble, simply because you would have been caught associating with me.”

The fight raged on behind you. Blow after blow thundered and cracked, echoing for miles on past your eardrums. Deku was fighting Shigaraki by himself. You worried how long he would be able to maintain so many attacks. You hoped that he wouldn’t damage himself too badly. There was a chance that he’d break his arms beyond repair.

“We need to get out of here while there’s still time,” Doku said. Kobura made a move to lift you, but you used your remaining strength to push him away.

“I’m not leaving them,” you said. You lurched forward, sucking in a gasping breath as another wave of agonizing pain struck your temples.

“Your ‘friends’ have got it under control,” Kobura stated dryly.

You knocked him in his ribs with your elbow, no matter how weak it was, for putting such sarcastic interest on the word “friends.”

Kobura continued guiding you away. “I won’t let anything happen to you. Not while I still draw breath. Not when I can do something about it.”

You reached your hand up weakly to his shirt, stretching the fabric as you tugged. He looked down at you, and you could finally see his face up close, examine it. Your eyes widened. Bruises and stretch marks lined his jaw. His eyes looked bigger, while his face appeared gaunt. His tanned skin was paler than normal, but his normally translucent golden scales appeared more opaque, noticeable, in patches around his face. Your gaze trailed down to see much harsher purple bruises and lacerations on his arms.

“You’re hurt,” you said in concern. You reached up to his face. “What happened? Who did this to you?”

Kobura flinched away from your touch. His jaw tightened, and he winced. “Not now. There isn’t time to explain now.” He turned his face away from you, hiding it. “All that matters is that I’m here. I can protect you.”

“You—”

Kobura hissed. One of his hands left you as he struggled to keep hold of you. Shinso had hooked his capture weapon around his wrist, trying to rip him off of you. Hitoshi gave a sharp tug on Doku’s arm, and you yelped.

“Let her go!” Shinso shouted.

“Let me go, idiot! You’ll hurt her! She can barely stand!”

Shinso scoffed. “If you think for one second I’m going to trust a villain like you—”

“Hitoshi, he’s not hurting me. Please stop!” You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to hold yourself together.

“Frisk me if you want to. I don’t have any weapons on me,” Kobura said. “I’m just trying to get her out of here safely.” There was a beat or two of silence. “I don’t have time for this. Release me.”

You opened your eyes and watched Hitoshi’s conflicted expression soften as he met your gaze. He slowly released the capture weapon from Kobura.

“Prominence Burn!” Endeavor bellowed. A sweltering blast of heat had the three of you looking back and shielding your eyes. The Pro Hero had tackled Shigaraki in the air, engulfing him with fire.

Shigaraki’s skin was little more than burnt leather at this point, sizzling with grotesque ferocity. Hot air rippled out. Endeavor fell away from the living corpse. How could he still have been alive? You all stared on in terror, as Shigaraki’s lip spoke someone else’s words.

“Little brother!”

Kobura’s grip loosened on you from the shock. Dark tendrils of sharp red and black energy darted out in the air toward Deku. A gorgeous display of sparkling explosions moved toward him. Katsuki shoved Midoriya out of the way from the attack. The quirk had pierced him through the chest.

You screamed. “No!” you shrieked. “Katsuki!”

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justonemorechapternicercy · 2 years

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PCPWeek Day 3 - Scars

Read it on Ao3

⚠️ Warnings: yandere, kidnapping

It took until the fourth one to connect the dots. Hearing his mother's voice, calling him to go to the living room, to watch the news…

Hearing the news reporter saying, "Another student went missing from Stony Brook University. Tom Payne, 18, is suspected to be gone since Tuesday. He was the fourth student to go missing in this university, and up until now authorities are still trying to catch the perpetrator…"

It all clicked.

Tom Payne, 18, majoring in marine biology, silver medal swimmer-

The guy, who asked him out on a date, then before they could have agreed on a day that was working for the both of them, ghosted him.

No. Not ghosted him. He went missing.

Just like Kate Spencer, James Reed and Anne Bancroft did, soon after they told him they were attracted to him, and wanted to date him.

The common point between these seemingly very different people was - besides all being SUNY students -, him.

Of course, there could have been another common factor, or it could have been a weird coincidence, but as a demigod, he was too attuned to this kind of weirdness that he knew he was right. Once again something bad was happening, and he, Percy Jackson was in the middle of it.

The ring of his monster-proof cell phone brought him back to reality. The news was over, but his mother was sending him anxious looks from the kitchen. She also suspected something weird was happening, weirder than four college kids' random disappearances, and ever since he was the missing person the news was talking about, she took things even more seriously.

"Hey, I just heard. Are you okay? You weren't attacked right?" The worried voice of Nico warmed his heart, never getting quite used to the fact that now they had a working, close relationship. He noticed his mother perking up, obviously hearing Nico through the phone, ready to hear if they knew something more than the media. If it was god-related. Well, and because she had a soft spot for Nico. She liked his friends well enough, but she never failed to make it clear that gods didn't have DNS, so they weren't really cousins.

Percy could barely hide his blush, just by thinking about it. His mom was right, and Percy wouldn't have cared about it either, but the 'You are not my type' still resonated in his ears. There was no point in wishing for more.

Maybe for the better, because if what Percy suspected was true - Nico might have also been in danger if the perpetrator knew about him.

"Yes, no, I'm fine. Just… poor Tom. He was such a good guy," he sighed. He might not have felt anything for him, just wanting to date him because he felt like he should, but he liked him. They were both on the swim team, all of their classes were together, and they were on friendly terms. It was hard to imagine him gone. Dead, probably.

With demigods, there was always an underlying threat in their lives. If they went outside of Camp Half-Blood, or New Rome, there was a chance they would never get back. But with mortals? With mortals, Percy never really expected to be the one surviving their friendships. And now he lived through four. He wasn't kidding himself that they were alive.

"Did you know him?" Nico asked, something strange resonating in his voice.

"Yeah… I… I knew all of them. I was the closest to him, though," Percy confessed. Sally stopped at the vegetable chopping, staring at him with concern, horror on her face.

"What? Percy!" She shouted, as did Nico. "What do you mean? You never mentioned that you knew them," she demanded.

"I didn't connect it before. I mean, I know a lot of people in the uni, with the classes, swimming team, volunteer work, and the study groups, so I didn't find it odd. But… Okay, so, all of the four of them had confessed to me not long before they went missing."

It was so silent that they could have heard it even if a pin dropped.

"Oh, gods," his mother sobbed.

"Did they?" Nico whispered, something dark in his voice, but before Percy could question the strange comment, Nico stated what the three of them were thinking about. "So it might have connected to you. Fuck."

"Yeah… my thoughts exactly."

"Okay, listen to me," Nico said. "Don't try to find them, okay? Don't go around, trying to find clues, or don't talk to people. Preferably, don't even go outside, or just come back to camp…" Before he could finish it, Percy cut him off.

"I'm not going to sit on my ass and do nothing while my friends are going missing!"

"Perseus Jackson!" His mother shouted, slamming the knife down on the counter. "This is the matter for the police! Whoever did this, might be coming for you, and while I can't do anything against the whims of gods, mortal matters are different!"

"Listen to your mother, you can't do anything about this. Do you want me to visit you? Maybe if I…"

"NO!" Percy shouted before Nico could finish his offer.

"Ah," the son of Hades breathed, and Percy knew by the sound of that little noise that he hurt the other.

"No, it's not because I don't want to see you! It's just… if whoever is doing this is targeting my friends, people who are close to me, I don't want to paint a bullseye on your back!" Percy explained, and Sally nodded. Of course, she understood.

"Percy…" Nico started, but then sighed and continued differently. "Okay. But please, don't do anything stupid. Don't try to play detective. Monsters may be scared of you by now, but humans don't know you. I don't want you to get hurt. Promise me, you won't do anything."

Percy didn't want to lie, not to her mother, not to Nico.

But he said, "Okay. I promise."

-*-*-*-

He was a lying liar who lied.

He did something stupid, obviously.

He went to look after clues, obviously.

He got into trouble, obviously. Just not into the trouble he was expecting. It was… he was not sure what he was expecting, but it was definitely something human, something ordinary, something that he could fight off alone-

It was not that.

"You sure it's… he might… the gods?" Snippets of conversation caught his ears as he drifted in and out of consciousness. He was trying to remember what happened after he reconstructed what happened to Tom on the day he disappeared, but it was hard to get a good grasp on his memories.

Heavy eyelids fluttering, he could only catch blurry glimpses of the place he was and the people he was with, but everything felt fami-

Oh.

Oh, gods.

His heart lurched in his chest, the world turned around in front of him. It was not happening. He felt like he was floating, but his limbs felt like granite, too heavy, too rigid. Budging them even for an inch was too much work, too difficult. Everything felt dream-like, surreal, like a fantasy, but he knew it was real.

The prick of a needle, the little scar it left on his skin was real.

They were real.

"Percy! Ah, finally you are awake!" Drew beamed, caressing his tangled hair, and Percy let her. If he'd had enough energy, he would have snorted - it's not like he had the strength to even move his head, what else could have he done then let her?

"Perce?" Nico appeared in his vision. "How are you feeling? The drug we used should have dampened your powers, but if you feel sick, we can give you something to counter the side effects." The son of Hades cupped Percy's face, and he let it. He let everything. The drug's effects were wearing off, but the powerlessness wasn't because of that. He, himself, felt bereft, useless.

"Shh, it's okay. You are safe with us. We are not a threat to you, we just had to make sure you don't get into any troubles," Nico explained. "You broke your promise to me," he sighed, disappointed and betrayed, and Percy was thrown back to the time when he had to tell a cute little child that his sister was dead, that he couldn't keep his promise.

"I'm sorry," he whined.

"Oh, Perce… It's okay. It's okay, we got you now. From now on, we will take care of you!"

"Of course, we will!" Drew chimed in. The two of them were caressing him, gently, lovingly, nothing like how they must have dealt with the four college kids. But their eyes were devouring him, burning him alive. "We tried to do it from the shadows, but we should have expected that you would get into trouble without us. We know you, it's not your fault that you wanted to be the big hero we all know you are." She said all of it with complete sincerity, the usual contempt on her face gone, only fondness shown. Blood rushed to his face, and he felt he was the worst person in this world. They killed at least four people, and kidnapped him-

Yet he still wanted their approval. Their attention.

Their love.

He always felt something for Nico, something unexplainable attraction, something that went beyond friendship, kinship, everything. And since Nico and Drew became almost inseparable - after almost a year of passive-aggressivity -, he started to become so fond of her too. She was bitchy and sometimes cruel, sure, but also honest and dependable. She was nothing like Piper painted her to be; she was just broken. Just like Nico.

Just like Percy.

Maybe that was why it seemed obvious now...

"She is right, we'll be so good for you," Nico said, mindlessly drawing figures on Percy's chest. "Will you let us love you? Take care of you? Adore you and spoil you?"

Percy swallowed, hard, a sound stuck in his throat. He wanted to protest, he wanted to deny, he wanted to run away-

But he nodded. He was selfish.

But that was okay. After all, they all deserved to be selfish.

Heat filled him, unbearable heat that could only be quenched by their touches.

"Yes," he moaned. "Yes, please."

"It's going to be so much fun!" Drew smiled with too many teeth. It should have been threatening, but all he could feel was affection for her, for her fierceness, for these two crazy people he loved so much.

He felt like Alice, jumping into the hole after the curious little white bunny who offered something new, something exciting. And like Alice, he didn't care about the possible dangers - he threw himself into the hole, bravely, gladly.

#pcpweek2022 #percy jackson #nico di angelo #drew tanaka #nicercy #percico #percy x drew #pjo ficlet #yandere #pjo

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yoomiii123 · 2 years

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Do you think Alice already knew she and Jasper were leaving when she grabbed him and ran out of the house in BD2? Or did they argue about it/make that decision together after they got out of range of Edward's gift?

This is a great topic on which I have a very specific head canon on. Thank you for asking and giving me a reason to share it!

So, here's how I imagine it went: Leaving was actually not Alice's decision but Jasper's.

The second Alice revealed that the Volturi were coming for them, his mind started racing. He knew that if they came, they would not leave without his wife. And he needed to do everything he could to prevent that. That's the reason why he immediately asks for the specifics ("When?", "Look for the trigger", "Can we stop her?").

His first approach was to stop the event from happening altogether, but when Alice reveals that this is impossible since Irina is almost in Volterra, he changes his plan. There is no way he can save them all, but he can take Alice and run. And that's exactly what he decides to do. (In the books, I pinpoint his decision to occur a split-second before he growls "We can't win.")

Half participating in the ongoing conversation, half planning where they could run to, he follows the conversation regarding the witnesses. His question about Peter and Charlotte was not only due to concern for his brother, but also a practical: Seeking out Peter and Charlotte was the natural first move, since there was strength in numbers. They couldn't take the entire Volturi guard, but the four of them might stand a chance against a small group sent after Alice.

But where would they run to? Europe is too dangerous since it's the Volturi's homebase. North America is out of question as well. He's considering Asia when Carlisle mentions the Amazons and piques his interest. Remote, sparsely populated, enough animals to sustain them, and he knows first hand how difficult it is to locate a group of vampires in the dense forests from back when the family visited the Amazons for the last time. It's perfect, so he decides run with South with Alice as soon as he could (they would swim past the war-zone, of course).

This decision is absolute for him, which is why Alice's vision immediately changes. She's been looking for Kachiri, Zafrina, and Senna, but suddenly sees her and Jasper in the jungle. And that new string of visions is the only one that doesn't end with her family dead (This is from Edward's part in the books: “What was that?” Edward asked, his whisper a demand. “That part in the jungle. Are we going to look for them?").

She's been with Jasper long enough to know that he would be plotting and that the shift in her visions is most likely due to some decision he just made. So, she quickly dismisses the vision and returns to reality (which is why we get Edward complaining "That was too fast—I didn’t understand. What was—?"). She blows him off and drags Jasper out of the house as quickly as possible, to get him out of earshot and ask him what his plan is.

So to sum up, here's my headcanon: Them leaving was Jasper's decision. Alice recognised that his plan is the only one that doesn't end up killing them all, so she wastes no time putting it into action. There was no discussion, no argument (until Alice decided she needed to go back with Nahuel and Huilen, something that Jasper didn't appreciate at all. If he had it his way, Kachiri could have led them to Forks and they could have remained on the run).

#twilight headcanon #twilight renaissance #breaking dawn #jalice #jasper hale #alice cullen #asks

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winterpower98 · 2 years

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Part 2 on the way

- beach episode but macaque stays hidden under the umbrella judging everyone

Ma supervising

Wukong either running around to look for cool rocks or sleep the whole time

And Ba and Beng being cute around

Also yk those people who sell like granite (i swear how do you say it in English) ? Okay wukong would zoom just to get the peach flavored and then go back to sleep like a grandpa

- i like to think that Beng didn't know how to swim, and felt stupid for it because he was scared of water (and never learned how to swim)

So one day, when he tried to swim, Mac was watching, Ba was teaching him, and Ma was making sure Beng wasn't scared or anything.

Wukong? Under water holding Beng up so he didn't sink. Just standing at the bottom giving Beng a chair with his hands.

- imagine you're relaxing and suddenly wukong says "lmao" out of no where.

- like to think that sometimes or deadass every Friday Beng and Ba receive a gift. A gift for both, maybe a book for Ba and something else for Beng, anything that they would like.

They don't know who is the person who gives them a gift, and honestly they have started to wait for them each Friday.

Little did they know it's wukong giving them gifts.

- this hc is really funny to me but- macaque being jacket but not being able to open a jar of pickles, then you see wukong, this skinny man, being able to lift a whole mountain. Even better if you think that wukong is a bit chubby because he doesn't train and keeps eating junk.

- feel like Mami, despite wukong horrible choices, is very proud of wukong.

He started as some stubborn child, and ended up as being half if not all china hero and a god. He matured a lot and she's proud of her son for it.

- wukong as both a grave for Ma and one that used to belong to macaque, he used to stay there and sit and give flowers to each grave.

He still does, but doesn't do it to Macaque one anymore, since he isn't dead anymore.

- wukong still has a big amount of animals in his house, especially weird cats and horses.

- wukong used to groom his friends a lot, monkey way to show affection 💪

Sometimes he gave flowers too because apparently humans did it to show that they loved someone. He didn't quite get it was rather more romantically than platonic. But did he care? No.

- wukong likes salami. That's it. Bono er salame

- wukong acted like a grandpa since he was a kid, maybe he took it from langur and horse, unknown, he was just a grandpa since birth man. The ultimate old sun.

- both handsome monkey king and old sun were nicknames made by his monkeys,

Handsome monkey king because he reached both demons and monkey standards,

And old sun because everyone saw their king as a second parent or directly their grandpa.

- Ma was likely the first one with Beng to ask wukong to train them, both wanted to protect their people when wukong wasn't there!

- monkey king is so bored as a god that he knows how to code, sew, draw, paint, and make a rocket

Like wow dude

- if Beng and Ba ever visit again wukong the first thing they'll see is probably wukong with 7 monkeys on him, one grooming him, one attached to his leg, one trying to tackle him and push him, one playing with his tail, and one asking questions for the next three hours (imagine wukong and the monkey asking questions like : "wabadababa is that true? Yeh")

- i imagine the whole group feeling bad in different ways for wukong, they already do because of jttw (other than Mac). because despite Tripitaka treating wukong so badly, wukong still misses him and can't let go. It's just..sad. y'know? (I'm talking about Ma if she was alive too)

- they all liked Mami. Mami is a very likeable person and wukong will beat up whoever says otherwise.

whenever the ground had a sleepover to wukong house Mami always made food that wasn't fruits, everyone liked that.

- speaking of the house, wukong house was a human one, so Mami and wukong were the only monkeys who lived in an actual house and not maybe little camps or also caves. That's why doing a sleepover there was the best. Cozy house.

- bet Ba and Beng would have loved how well taken care and full of life flower fruit mountain is again!

- apparently, monkeys do get periods! Yes menstrual ones. so i can only imagine wukong taking good care of Mami whenever her period came, he did the exact same to Ma and Ba too. Just helping like a true gentleman. (i do wonder if he would have periods too because of my trans headcanon..)

- if the monkeys could ever meet MK, what would be their reaction? We know that Mac didn't had the...best first impression, but he's working on it.

We already talked about how Mami treats MK like her kid just like wukong, (i don't know if you ever talked about MK with langur and horse, i remember you saying that wukong tried to hide the fact that he had a successor from them but failed though!)

Part 1

(I think it's like a gelato kinda situation, you just call it granita I guess. Because granite is the rock)

Oh, I love the idea of Beng not knowing how to swim and Ba teaching him! That's very cute.

Of course Mami is proud of her son! Yes he made mistakes, but that is part of growing and he did his best to atone for them

Man god ADHD and was alone for 500 years. That is a dangerous combination, no wonder he knows how to do so many things

I didn't know monkeys get menstrual periods too. I'm sorry for them, I hoped they would be free from that pain

I did say that Wukong tried to keep MK a secret from Langur and Horse. That's because he knew the two would have made fun of him, calling him a dad even when he had only started to train the kid. Both immortals like MK very much, he's a sweeter version of Wukong to them.

And while I'm sure Ba, Beng and Ma would absolutely adore MK too, they would also be equally worried about him because 1 he's a kid, and 2 why would Wukong even need a successor?

#lego monkie kid #monkie kid #marshal ma #marshal liu #general ba #general beng #bluehollys ship #flowerfruit monkeys #horse the baboon #langur the gibbon #4 immortal monkeys #winter answer #winterpower98

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tsukuyomii45 · 10 months

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I want to hear your headcanons of Mermaid Rin. And how do you think she and Obito would meet?

From the previous post:

-We can always use the Little Mermaid reference; and have Obito drowning. It can start off with Obito and Kakashi fighting off some threats on the borders of the kingdom, and Obito saves Kakashi by running towards an enemy and tackling him off a cliff, which makes Obito fall into the water. The enemy would be dead. That's where Rin finds him, and drags him to the land.

-Kakashi of course, after finishing off the enemies with his lightning attacks, would immediately alert the kingdom to send out a search party for Obito.

-By the time Rin drags Obito to the shore, Rin would use her healing powers to heal him, and then Obito would wake up and see her hiding behind a rock. He'd be a little disoriented, and then Rin would tell him what happened slowly. Taking a closer look at Rin, he'd ask her if she saved him, to which Rin would nod her head cautiously.

-When he realizes that Rin is still in the water, Obito would question it, and then would hide further behind the rock. Obito calls out to her again, and Rin would say that she is not allowed to be out here and that he cannot tell anyone he saw her.

-Obito promises he will keep it all a secret if she lets him see her, and that's when Rin reveals herself to him as a mermaid. Of course, Obito would be astounded by her beauty, and they would exchange each other's names. Obito swears that this is all a secret. Rin would say that she needs to go before someone finds him, and Obito agrees.

-As he watches her swim off, he'd see her tail flailing in the water before she is entirely out of sight. The image of Rin is fully imprinted in Obito's head, while Rin anxiously returns home - not without thinking about the man she just saved.

Extra thoughts:

*Yes, as usual, Rin would have long hair. I'm sure you can imagine how pretty she is already; maybe with a tiara made out of coral (tie-in to Isobu's coral jutsu in canon). :D Her tail's colors would be a mixture of purple and blue gradient, and there would be some gold on the pelvic area.

If we are still referencing Little Mermaid (although I don't see the necessity to follow it all the way): Orochimaru could be the wizard (with octopus tentacles for his tail much like Ursula LMAO) that would give Rin the potion for her to have legs and all...XD

#mermaid au #obirin #obito x rin #obito uchiha #rin nohara #naruto shippuden

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skekilla · 1 year

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So much for a way out.

Figuring they should get as far away from the scene of that crime as they could, the four had been and continued to be on the move. Weary of Curtis’ threats, they’d taken some time to explain the basics of this place—mysterious train, occupied by demons, strange impossible train cars with forests and such in them, and (most importantly) it hasn’t stopped, at least not for them—before the two ladies consigned Johnny to the job of keeping tabs on this violent stranger all alone, walking up front to talk amongst themselves. Gosh, those two are really chatting away. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say Sally was almost charmed by all Orla’s flirting. He would’ve smiled about it if he wasn’t a little preoccupied with talking to the armed man trailing along silently beside him. The thought of that pistol hidden behind the cover of his jacket—the thought of the noise that burst from it, the sight of the demon dead on the floor—it gnawed at the back of his mind like termites chewing up an already shaky house. He almost couldn’t bear the anxiety anymore. What if Curtis was getting fed up with only getting the sparse information they’d given him? What if he was getting angry? What if he’d uphold that threat of his about getting answers or else?

Johnny stammered, scrambling for something to say. “This train’s strange,” he murmured. “I mean, for more reasons than the demons and the like.” Curtis scoffed. That only discouraged him. “W-what I mean to say,” he tried to continue, stuttering, “is- well, let me ask this: what year is it?”

Curtis’s dark eyes flicked to him for just a second, then back away. “1957, since January,” he muttered dryly. His gaze shifted back to meet him again. “Why?” he added suspiciously.

He took a breath. “Sally says it’s 1932. It’s 1943 for me, and well… anyone can tell Orla’s not got anything to do with the 20th century.” He spoke everything quietly, his eyes wandering shyly away from Curtis’, afraid too enthusiastic a delivery would make him look positively loony. It seemed he was right to worry too, since the way the man was looking back at him certainly suggested he thought he was crazy. “I don’t know for sure what’s going on, none of us do! B-But if everyone’s telling the truth—which I think we all are—I mean, I am at least!—then I can only guess this place is somehow taking people from all sorts of points in time and putting them here. I don’t have a clue how, but-” Curtis’ expression got more and more skeptical, even mistrustful. The words died on Johnny’s tongue, and then sunk down and buried themselves in his throat.

To his surprise and relief, though, Curtis just sighed. “No. I don’t believe any of that for a second. This is probably all just a dream anyways, it doesn’t matter.”

Johnny tried desperately to rouse his tongue to say something, anything. Luckily, he didn’t have to; Orla interrupted from up ahead, wondering “Well! What’s this place?” aloud as she and Sally stepped into the next car over. Eager for any sort of distraction from Curtis, Johnny peered curiously up ahead. On entering, he knew exactly what it was supposed to be. His eyes lit up and his anxieties melted away when he realized it was—

“A movie theater, of sorts,” Sally answered Orla’s question. “I must say, I’ve never come across one of these before, and I’ve seen quite a bit of this old train.”

“Oh! And what’s a movie theater?”

“A big room where they show moving pictures,” Johnny breathed. A wave of wistful nostalgia had come over him. “Films and cartoons. Feature length and shorts, though those are less impressive now; we’d spend weeks just to get a minute of frames finished—you can’t imagine how long it took at first to finally get out an animated feature film.” He was more than absorbed in the past; he was swimming in it.

“Moving pictures? I want to see them!” Orla declared, skipping over to one of the seats and making herself comfortable. With a sigh, Sally followed. Behind Johnny, the door to the car slid closed as Curtis stalked inside. He glanced shiftily around, and took up a spot leaning against the wall behind the rows of chairs. The last to take his place, Johnny sat himself down as well.

Soon enough, the show began. A film (not a cartoon, to Johnny’s slight disappointment) rolled, the title card appearing in especially grainy quality. My, this show must be old. “Welcome Aboard The Runaway Train!” the black-and-white letters read. No studio was listed; only a card after which read “presented by yours truly, The Conductor.” His brow furrowed. Sure, film credits usually weren’t the most comprehensive, especially not in the early days, but a studio would surely have put their name on their product. How much did this conductor pay to get all the credit for this?

“Welcome, ladies, gentlemen, and other esteemed travellers!” Johnny jumped at the unexpected voice. He hadn’t figured the film would have synchronized sound, what with how old it seemed. What was more, something about the voice struck him as particularly chilling; though it was welcoming enough, there was a hollow, almost metallic quality to it, quite like hearing someone talk through a tin can wire. But even after that, there was something familiar about it… and not in a comforting way.

The projection displayed the exterior of the train, racing along at an entirely impossible speed, even for a train. “Here on The Runaway Train, we hold two ideals highest above the rest: Timeliness and Convenience. We provide a most essential service, we know, and we’ve been doing it proudly since we’ve had that part to play. Though, of course, you can see we’ve made some upgrades from the times of chariots and horses!” The narrator chuckled at their own joke. The footage changed to that of people dressed in old fashioned, wealthy clothing laughing amongst themselves inside, as a trolley imp waited on them. “No, now our thousands of guests find themselves in luxury in the time they spend here (though we try to keep that duration short). All our travellers have a very important destination to reach, but they might as well get there in style!”

Curtis scoffed from behind them. “Some style we’ve been treated to.”

“If anyone has any complaints, be sure to take it up with one of our attentive staff,” the narration added, almost as if in response. “We’ll be sure to help. It’s our job, after all!” A bitter huff showed Curtis’ disbelief hadn’t been swayed.

“Whether here on account of business, pleasure, or necessity,” the voice continued as the film changed to a shot of a man stepping off the train. Johnny’s interest peaked at the sight. “You can always be sure to get where you need, whenever you need. We’re here for the escape of souls just like you! Whether you’ve been stuck in one place too long—” from the corner of his eye, he thought he saw Orla straighten up a little, “—or been disregarded by all your friends—” shuffling sounded from both Sally and Curtis, where he stood, “—or have even given up on yourself—” Johnny’s own heart dropped, “—we’ll come get you, if you mean to get on or not.” Again, the voice chuckled. Frantic, Johnny looked around at his companions. He met Sally’s eyes, which were equally disturbed, and then noticed the uncharacteristically hard set of Orla’s jaw, though she wasn’t looking back at any of them. Behind them, Curtis was looking more suspicious than ever.

“So enjoy your time while you can! Most of our passengers can’t; their time for that is long up, or never quite existed, depending on who you’re talking about.” The sudden directness of the narrator's address made a sinking sense of dread fall over the room. “And though we’re trying to keep on a good schedule, do overstay your welcome. You’ve all been good fun so far, and I want more! So come on, what do you have to lose?”

What do you have to lose? Johnny gasped. He did know this voice; he’d heard it just a day or so before. It was the same one who’d somehow spoken in his thoughts, convincing him to ride on this damned train. His eyes widened in fear like a rabbit who’d just heard the growl of a wolf.

“Take, for instance, Orla Kelly,” the voice, most certainly not a synchronized recording, said. “She wanted nothing more than to take off from her suffering with a charming sailor and never look back. Or Sally Belle—oh, am I familiar with Sally—who ran from her fallen stardom to try to start fresh? Or your newest friend, Curtis Holmes, who was given an unwanted stress leave from his barge? And, of course, poor Johnny, running from a life of being his dear sister’s responsibility? Why, not one of you has anything to lose! Certainly nothing better to do, anyway.”

Johnny was being driven to the edge by this all, and judging by the tension in the air, so was everyone else. “You’re all very welcome to stay here (I picked you up for a reason, after all) but some of my other passengers might not be so courteous. You know, they tend to like some chaos; it’s in their natures, you can’t really blame them.”

“Can we get out? Is there any way?” Johnny suddenly blurted out between panicked breaths. His heart beat under the dread pressing down on it. It was all instinct; he’d barely known what he’d asked after he did so.

Again, the voice laughed, though more coldly than before. “Well, yes, certainly there is a way,” it answered, “but I hope you’ll stay much longer before that comes to pass. I’m not at all ready to give up the entertainment! It’s a hefty price to pay for a ride here, and you’d need to do so before you could take your leave.”

That foreboding warning was just what Sally needed to be finally convinced to leave. “Come on, we’d better get out of here,” she whispered quickly, standing up from her seat. Orla did the same, clutching the other woman’s gloved hand while doing so.

“Good idea,” Curtis said. He was already hurrying towards the door out of there.

However, when Johnny stood, he couldn’t will his legs to move. “How? How can we pay for it?!” Though he feared he knew the answer already, he was too desperate not to ask. Once more, he was answered only with laughter. As it died away, the sound slowing and becoming scratchy like a record ending its play, the already dim lights in the car flickered. The film shut off. All was dark and quiet.

Until a hissing mass of demons, more than ever before, crawled from the vents, chasing them all out the door, that is.

#runaway train #art #original story #train #vintage #story #novel #illustrated book #illustrated novel #book #act I #skekilla

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