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yourlocalcryptidbee · 18 days

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⭐Lucifer Morningstar Headcanons

Headcannons about the lovely Lucifer Morningstar and the ways he acts with the even lovelier reader! Grab some snacks and a beverage, get comfy and enjoy <3

~1k words

GN-ish! Reader (mentions of hair long enough to braid that’s it) NOT proof read.

Dude hates crowds, like has a burning(get it? hellfire? burning…never mind) hatred for them, most of them anyways. Crowds, people in general, can’t seem to think for themselves when around him. It’s always ‘whatever you want, your majesty,’ ‘don’t let us stop you, your majesty’ ‘we’ll do whatever you ask, your Majesty’ It reminds him of Heaven and the councils, and the masses, and the sermons….the list goes on. It’s Groupthink on steroids. A complete echo chamber that a young Lucifer tried to break. That version of Lucifer stood up to the majority and lost everything because of it. Of course that man still can’t stand it, especially now that he’s on the other end of it. He wishes that sinners could at least try to have a personality around him, not just a bunch of spineless pushovers, ready to wait hand on foot in fear of being smote.

He likes to watch you, not in a creepy way! At least he hopes that it isn’t creepy to you. Simply put, Lucifer likes to see you there, see you take up space in his home. Although he isn’t apposed to helping cook breakfast or clean, he’d much rather just watch you do it. It’s a comfort thing for him, watching you physically move around and disturb his space reminds him that you’re real and not something his mind made up as a last ditch effort to fix his depression. In the beginning when you would sleep over at his house, Lucifer wouldn’t make his bed after you left. He’d just leave all the bunched up blankets and sheets exactly how you left them. It made him feel less lonely when he had to sleep by himself the next night.

Frivolous. Like, truly does not care how much he spends on shit. Couldn’t even try to think about caring. It doesn’t matter to him. Partly due to his pride, he’s the big dick in charge of hell! of course he has the money for that 24k gold and diamond encrusted something or other. Especially if he’s buying something for you or Charlie. Your wish is his command after all.

His house is sssssoooo dusty. After his divorce he had quarantined himself to his bedroom, bathroom and office. He never went anywhere else in his house, he would portal himself between the rooms when necessary so he didn’t even use the hallways! Which one could imagine would leave a substantial amount of dust EVERYWHERE. He had invited you to his home for the first time on a whim, feeling proud of himself for finally asking and had coincidently walked through his front door, only to cough from inhaling so much dust. That pride turned to horror as he realized he only had an hour to clean his house before you showed up. That man had never moved faster in his life. He was so focused, unfortunately sometimes on the wrong things, I mean why was he cleaning the support beams that were 15 feet high and attached to the ceiling and not, I don’t know, the kitchen!?

Lucifer cannot throw things away. Just look how long he wore his wedding band after he and Lilith split. In fact, he still has kept the ring after getting together with you, though he’s not wearing it, Lucifer just couldn’t bring himself to get rid of something like that. It still lives in a nice box in the very back of his nightstand. This is even worse when it comes to gifts from either you or Charlie. It could be the stupidest thing and he’ll cherish it and hold onto it for eternity. All those rocks, broken crayons, leaves, and bottle caps that baby Charlie gave to him? All tucked away safely to this day, hell, sometimes he’ll look through it all as a little pick me up. Maybe this has to do with being physically thrown out of his home in heaven or maybe he just is sentimental, even Lucifer doesn’t know.

Loves having his wings be taken care of. It was hard after he fell from heaven, those beautiful white wings now a blood red? Not something he liked to look at. It reminds of what he failed to do and of the pain he created for all of humanity. Having you take care of that is so special to him. You take the time to preen his wings and make sure they’re perfect. One of the things that are constantly reminding him of his failure as an angel is just so easily accepted and loved by you. Something so small to you, means the world to him. You can look at something that symbolizes failure and still love it unconditionally because it’s Lucifer’s? Yeah, he loves it that you take care of him.

Will 1000% make dad jokes when he doesnt know what to say. It’s honestly adorable. This happened on multiple occasions when your relationship was still new. A conversation would finish and there’d be a lull or a pregnant pause, and then he’d just “what-what do you call a can opener that’s broken?”

“a can’t opener. ”

Cue his quiet, stifled yet awkward laughter at his own joke and the distant groan from Charlie who has probably heard that a million times already.

Has a gift for braiding hair. Honestly, he’s pretty good at styling hair in general but allow him to braid your hair and his talent just shines through. His own hair has some length to it so he has in fact braided his own hair but come on, his (ex)wife and baby girl have some of the longest blonde hair in the underworld, of course, he knows what he’s doing. Doesn’t matter what style or where the braid originated, he can do it. The cherry on top is that when he’s combing out your hair beforehand, there isn’t a single tug. Could this be magic? Yes. Could this also be a skill carefully cultivated over the literal millennia he’s been alive? Also yes.

#hazbin hotel #lucifer morningstar x reader #lucifer x reader #headcanon #x reader #hazbin lucifer x reader #i tried #Smote is in fact the past tense of smite #learn something new every day #lucifer morningstar

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sguidwards-bestfriend · 2 months

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So apparently pitchpearl is a thing, I've been on tumblr for a while and if you know any history then you understand why selfcest doesn't surprise me in the slightest

Anyway...

dpxdc Misunderstanding that becomes reality fic: 1.5k

part 1

Warning: I plan on a very melancholic ending, its a good ending but also kinda sad

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When Danny moved to Gotham, he really had thought he wouldn't continue his hero work in this dimension.

But there was a little girl in the street that almost got hurt during a rogue attack.

But some kind of gas went off at the cafe he worked at and it's not like he really needs to breath and there were so many people.

But his University, Gotham U, was in a lock down from a random winter storm that definitely wasn't natural.

So he did what he could when he saw it and kept off of the news when he was doing class work, letting the other "vigilantes" pick up where he couldn't.

However, after a few more months of class, work, and being a vigilante (the news station that first showed him used the correct name!!), he was right back where he had been in Amity before he'd managed to close the portal.

Exhausted and failing at everything other than hero work.

The year after he had graduated high school he stayed in Amity and was able to make amends with the ghosts, being the crown prince definitely helped. He thought the ghost attacks stopping would have lessened his pa- Jack and Maddie trying to catch one. In reality they only became more and more frantic to catch the last ghost, "Mini Phantom".

Revealing he had a daughter, that that daughter was half ghost, hadn't gone well in the slightest.

The one shot Maddie managed to hit had almost destabilized her. He had grabbed her and ran into the portal. He wasn't sure how he'd done it, but in a fit of blinding rage he had destroyed both sides of the doorway to the Ghost Zone.

Frost bite had managed to get her to retract into her core. She'd need some time before she'd have a physical form again, and she'd need Danny to keep her stable for some time, but she would make it. She'd be fine in the end.

It felt weird to have two cores in his chest, but other than needing to take ecto shots it wasn't a huge change.

The last time he'd been to frostbite Ellie's core had some sort of shake to it. It could have been nothing, but a halfa was rare enough. A halfa making a never-born hadn't even been thought of. Add on, that that never-born could possibly be born a halfa was... concerning.

So here he was, in an entirely new dimension, nervously chewing on the end of his stylus, waiting to hear back from Frostbite. His study sessions lately kept being interrupted by thoughts of her. If she really was okay.

Then there was an earth shattering BOOM, that shook his entire building.

As he floated upwards and through the wall he caught a glimpse of something he had never seen before in his afterlife.

A daemon. An actual daemon with red skin and horns and a flaming tail crawling out of the ruble that used to be his front door.

Danny could sense immediately that the being wasn't from the ghost zone, but it held just as much power as one of the stronger ghost.

He transformed and landed in front of the being, "Hey! That was my front door! What gives, Rudolf?"

The daemon shook the dust off his head and looked at Phantom, then at his chest, and back at him. "I do not fight those that carry child."

"Oh... uh." He was not expecting that. "Are you okay?"

It was the daemons turn to look perplexed. "I am fighting a hellblazer, he owes me something. Refuses to pay."

"That's annoying." He looked around to see some guy in a trench coat at the end of the street. The yet to settle dust cloud making it hard to figure out any other features. "I can help if you-"

At that a massive blast of magic hit him and the daemon, sending them careening farther down the street.

Danny's vision went double and he thought he was going to throw up. All he could focus on at first was the pain as he tried to stand on wobbly legs, then it was the emptiness in his chest.

Ellie.

He closed his eyes and dropped back to the floor. He focused on her core. He found it quickly, checking it over, turning it every which way incessantly until he heard someone groan in front of him.

When he opened his eyes he was looking at two much smaller daemons, one a bright red, the other a darker wine red, sitting in a massive indent in the road. One he very luckily was on the very outskirts of.

The two immediately started to bicker, swatting at each other, but not actually fighting.

He heard footsteps on the wreckage behind him, some magic words were said and the daemons' were hand cuffed and poofed out of sight.

"Hey kid, you okay?" Trench coat asked him, not bothering to give him his hand.

"No thanks to you, you ass."

"I just saved your life." He said with a blank expression.

"The daemon wouldn't have done anything to me. Unlike you, they have a moral code."

Trench coat huffed, that seemed to ruffle his feathers. "And what would those morals be exactly?"

"They pay their debts, for one. And two, they don't magically attack people carrying children." Danny stood up and wavered. Trench coat grabbed his arm to steady him.

He stared at Danny for a few more seconds, "You're not human." It wasn't a question. He sucked in a breath, "You're not fully human."

"Ding, ding, ding." Danny tried to shake of the hellblazer's grip. "Let go of me."

"I know where to get medical attention for non humans. You need to be looked over." He said, starting the motion to make a portal.

"Nuh, uh. No. I'm fine." Danny said, patting the hand still wrapped around his arm. Trenchcoat let go and shoved him lightly, Danny felt the world twist around him as the pavement came up to meet his face.

Before he hit the ground he stopped in mid air, not by his own volition, and was gently propped back up.

"That blast spell is designed to not affect humans. You shouldn't have felt more than a breeze." Trenchcoat went back to opening up a portal, it glowed an eerie red. "Come on, well check the little one too."

Danny let himself get pulled through the red portal, it quickly closed behind them.

-_-_-_-_-_-_-

His head was pounding.

"wha/t- morals- exactly?"

Talking.

"debts- two- atta/ckp/eo-ple- children."

Two voices. Two people.

"not human."

He feels empty.

"Letg/oof me."

He's hurt. His other half is hurt.

"You need to be looked over."

He opened his eyes, a man was holding his other half. His other half and his daughter.

"Nuh, uh. No. I'm fine." His other half swatted at the man.

The man pushed his other half to the ground.

He tried to reach out but his hand was barely a shimmering outline.

His other half didn't hit the ground.

There was ringing in his ears. The man would pay.

"Come on,- the little one too."

The man pulled his other half through a portal.

A sickly looking portal. A bloody color.

He floated up. Sped to the closing portal.

It closed too fast.

He wasn't fast enough.

...

It took Phantom 20 minutes to get his thoughts in order and another 10 before the ringing in his ears stopped.

He had been split in two before, but the ghost "dream catcher" the ecto-scientists made years ago had split his ghost half and his human half entirely. This was different.

He still felt a bit of his humanness. Transforming would suck though, he felt too low on ecto to do that.

His other half was in his human form when he looked. He still had Ellie nestled up against his core. But his core looked off. Although the silhouette was of a full sphere, he couldn't help shaking the thought that he saw some parts missing.

When Danny had been split before only his ghost had kept the core, it was what nearly killed them both. What made them promise to never split again.

Maybe if they both had bits of a core they'd be fine until they could reunite.

He tried to focus on his core but it made his head pound.

He'd have to hope his other half could manage as he tried to organize a rescue mission.

Although he'd managed to get a message from the Ghost Zone to Sam and Tucker, he wouldn't be able to get one dirrectly to their dimension.

He knew even trying to make a portal with his ecto as low as it was wasn't a good idea. And would be a waste of the ecto shots he had just chugged.

There was really only one hope of help he had left, one he really didn't want to ask.

A new friend he had made at the cafe.

Tim Drake-Wayne, son of Brucie Wayne. The very same Brucie Wayne that was definitely funding Batman's weird night life.

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Wow this got away from me, honestly was planning on like 500 words. I want to continue this, but if anyone wants to pick it up and play around please feel free to add stuff in the reblogs! I adore reading peoples additions to posts

(As always please please please help me writing tags i never knwo what to do with them, the lack of structure here compared to ao3 confuses me)

#pitch pearl #bad parents jack and maddie #dpxdc #my writing

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onekindredspirit · 5 months

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This photo is the last remaining evidence that I once stood before the mystic portal of the O.K. Corral. Everything else except memory has been taken with time, and so I deposit this remnant here in salt and light and code. The O.K. Corral was a crumbling, condemned 5 bedroom Victorian villa that featured in my life when I was young. I rented it with a friend for, initially, $40 per week. That price was later negotiated down to 'rent free'. Mr. Fox, our landlord, was seen only once more, and on that occasion he tried to sell the place to us for $10,000. The current market value is around $1.5 million ... but money isn't everything. The O.K. Corral was a 'Dude Ranch' and the definition of that is "... an all-inclusive immersive vacation that includes lodgings, meals, horseback riding, fishing and hiking and more." Okay, there was no horseback riding, fishing or hiking but there were other things going on ... and more. Interestingly, the word 'dude' has changed meaning over the last 140 years. Today 'dude' means something like 'bro' but back in the 1880's, when 'Dude Ranches' first began, it was slang for an urbanite. As I write, things continue to fall into place.

I had known my friend since I was 6 years old. I don't think I liked him much back then. He was an extrovert and pushy when getting the painting resources at school. I didn't sit with him anyway because I was a 'foreigner' and I had to sit next to the only other foreigner in the class, Elizabeth Federinko, a Ukrainian girl who couldn't speak English and drew horses all day. I think it was the horse drawing that eventually drove me crazy or maybe it was something else ... possibly bad blood. Anyway, I'll call my friend 'Bukowski'. By the time we were 20 years old I quite liked the guy. Sure there were other arenas of male competition but I found myself better equipped to deal with those. The cool thing about pushy people is that they make thing happen and 'Bukowski' was no exception. For example, he could cook. We had a litany of weirdos and 'freaks' pass through the O.K. Corral. A note to the sensitive - to be called a freak back then was the highest form of compliment in our subculture. It was all a little crazy and you would be disappointed in me if I told you about life at the O.K. Corral, so I won't. Let's talk about something else. One day 'Bukowski' decided to move to another region of New Zealand, some place warmer that would better suit a boho gentleman with alcohol thinned blood. I have rarely lived alone but for a week I did until one morning I was woken at 1am by someone sitting on the end of my bed and talking to me. I wasn't clear as to what she was saying but I wasn't at all concerned as this was probably 'normal' when you don't lock your doors. Realising I was now awake she turned on the light.

I didn't know her but I knew who she was. I'd seen her riding around the city on a Norton Commando motorcycle which had impressed me because of her small size and once she had smiled at me as we passed each other on a city street. I remember that smile, it was powerful enough to stop and turn me around. It was a beautiful smile. The following morning she returned with her possessions and we shared my bed. I feel I had been looking for this person most of my life but when you dream someone into your life there's a danger that the results may be "... reductive and diminutive and I think basically misogynistic ..." as the writer Zoe Kazan once said in an interview when discussing the 'Manic Pixie Dream Girl' trope. Clementine, in the movie 'The Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind' warns Joel - "Too many guys think I'm a concept, or I complete them or I'm gonna make them alive. But I'm just a fucked-up girl who's looking for my own peace of mind. Don't assign me yours". One thing though, I was never quite sure if she was my projection or if I was, in fact, the projection of her own desires. But I'm comfortable with that. We lived together. She taught me a lot. I gave her love in return. 'Clementine' eventually moved to Australia, a place better suited to her large personality. Years later I was sitting having an espresso at Fidel's Cafe on Cuba Street when 'Clementine' walked past the large plate-glass window. I had only a glimpse of her face but from that brief moment I sensed that she was not happy and that her health was not good. I didn't get up and rush out to catch up with her. I didn't run after her seeking some meaningful reunion. I let her go and watched as she disappeared into the crowd. Sometime in the not too distant past I had discovered that the person I had been looking for all through my youth and into later life was myself. I let 'Clementine' go. But the night I wrote this I dreamed of 'Clementine' and it was a beautiful dream.

- One Kindred Spirit

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mistress-ofmagic · 5 days

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Around the Realms in 80 days - chapter 22

Pairing: Reader x Loki

Story summary: You have fallen through a portal during the convergence into Asgard and come face to face with Thor, and his brother Loki. With no way to return, you must travel with the two men and their hoard of asgardian soldiers to get back home. Things get from bad to worse when you have to share a tent with the god of mischief himself.

Notes:

Okay I don't know if any of you guys are still out there and still wanting an update for this story but I'm providing one anyway! I really do hope that you're still with me (and if you can't remember what happened that feels like a good time for a re-read right??)

Read this story on a03!

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You’d had better days, you mused.

Better weeks, months, years…

“If you continue pulling that face it will get stuck and you’ll get wrinkles” Loki chimed behind you.

You glared up at him, scowling even harder out of spite.

He grinned down at you.

After Loki’s admission two days ago, his mood had been…interesting. He had stayed beside you in the hospital when he could, but he kept swapping between being distant and being close.

No real change there then, you thought.

You hadn’t brought the whole being a frost Giant thing up again, despite your thousands of questions in case you pushed him too far and he got annoyed with you and decided to stop visiting.

Now however, he seemed to be in a good mood although you felt that had more to do with the fact he was currently pushing you around in a wheelchair.

His eyes had lit up when the nurses had suggested it, despite the fact you felt well enough to walk really and for most of your journey you would just be in the lift anyway. You had protested multiple times but now Loki had got the idea in his head there was really no persuading him otherwise.

“Isn’t this nice?” He asked, too jovial for your liking.

You put your tongue out and rolled your eyes when you thought he wasn’t looking.

“I saw that you little chit.”

He rocked the wheelchair like he was going to tip you out.

“LOKI!” You yelled, gripping to the sides of your chair.

The lift attendant had looked pale when you’d first stepped in, and now he looked rather green.

Loki roared with laughter.

“Oh come on darling, you really think I would throw a vulnerable maiden out of her chair?”

Before having to face that your answer to that question might actually be no and that you knew Loki would never do anything to hurt you, or the fact that this was the third time he had called you darling, the doors of the lift opened onto the floor where you were meeting with Stark and the Avengers.

Apparently Tony had wanted to wait until you were a bit better before doing a debrief on what had gone down on Muspelheim.

Loki wheeled you down small corridor and into the large meeting room. Like many of the rooms in Stark towers, the windows were completely glass and looking down onto the city below. It was as far as being outside as you had got in the past few days and you stared out, longingly.

Distracting you slightly from the view, was the Avengers sat around the table. Thor was there of course, as well as Captain America, Natasha and Dr Bruce Banner. A smaller cohort that had welcomed you in when you had first arrived.

Natasha seemed to assess you with cool eyes, but Bruce shot you a sympathetic look which you felt was a lot to do with the fact you were wearing a very cool and flattering nightie with Shrek’s face all over it as it was the only thing that could fit over your bandages.

Loki wheeled you into a space that had been left chair-less for you as he took the one next to you.

Tony gave you a tired smile.

“How you feeling kid?”

“Better thank you. And thank you for the care on your wards too!”

He brushed you off with a wave of his hand.

“I suppose I should thank you for saving Rock of Ages life too.” Tony shot Loki a disgruntled look. “He is helping us with this situation after all.” He said, as if he wasn’t particularly happy about it. “Its nice to see you taking your babysitting duties very seriously, although next time I’d appreciate it if you stay away from certain death, he’s not worth it.”

Loki gave a half shrug, “that’s one thing we agree on.”

You scowled again.

“Plus now you are officially hired as a member of my workforce, it reflects badly on me.”

You snorted, “If the babysitter club ever want a new member i’ll be the first in line. And don’t worry, I have no desire to face certain death ever again.”

Although I would save Loki again, a little voice in your head added that you pushed down into the depths of your subconscious.

“So, Wonderland’s still with us, but we still no nothing about the current alien threat to Earth.” Stark said gloomily.

“Well, we found out Surtur’s made some sort of deal with someone to er…cause something.” Thor supplied.

Stark pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Next to nothing then. Natasha?”

She shrugged. “Nothing at any of the reported sites, no sign of anything coming in or out.”

“We did learn that they are taking humans for something.” You piped up.

Everyone stared at you and you immediately regretted speaking at all.

“One of the fire demons told me.” You mumbled.

“Is there no help from your…lot?” Steve asked to Thor.

“Sadly, Ragnarok is a myth across the other realms too, not just on Midgard. There will be many that don’t take it seriously seriously. And, no one would be bothered enough about a few missing humans to get involved in an intergalactic war.” Loki shrugged.

Stark scoffed “A few?”

He pulled up a page a hologram of various news stories over the past few weeks, of humans going missing, seemingly vanishing without a trace.

It was worse than you thought, and it seemed the rates where going up by the day.

“The fire demon I spoke with, he told me I could go with him, somewhere where they could make me more powerful.” You spoke again.

Tony and Bruce swapped concerned faces.

“Did he say anything else?”

“No, not really, just promises of a greater future or something.”

“Well it might not be much but, good work.” Steve said, and flashed you an all American pearly smile and you blushed in spite of yourself.

“Yes, Latte has proved herself to be truly courageous on this trip.” Thor agreed.

“Oh well, I don’t know about all that.” You murmured feeling your face burn up. It was only an accident anyway that you had found anything out, it’s not like you’d stormed up to a fire demon and demand he speak to you.

Nevertheless, you were only a few beats away from kicking your feet and giggling but you refrained yourself.

Loki muttered something under his breath that sounded suspiciously like “suck up” and you glared at him, taking a long swig of water to cool yourself down.

“You reap what you sow kid, I’ll be recruiting you to do further missions with Loki if you’re not careful. Who knew the worlds rudest goth could make friends? And a lowly earthling at that.” Stark challenged.

You tensed. You weren’t really 100% sure if Loki actually did consider you a friend, or if he would take offence at the insinuation.

But Loki leaned back in his chair, “We are friends, friends with benefits.”

You choked on your water and it spilled down Shreks face as Thor gave you a pat on the back that nearly sent your lungs through your mouth.

While you recovered no one knew what to say, Steve and Bruce looked alarmed, you weren’t sure if that was at Lokis statement or the fact you had spat out half a glass of water and Starks mouth was hung wide open, his eyes open comically large, Natasha looked mildly amused.

“Its not…” You said between coughing. “That’s not true…Loki…Loki doesn’t know what that term means…he…he can’t….”

You turned to him.

“Where did you even hear that being said?” You spluttered.

He narrowed his eyes at you.

“You deny that we are friends in front of Stark and his goonies?”

“I’m not denying were friends Loki, I’m denying were friends with benefits. That doesn’t mean what you think it does it means something really specific on Earth. What…What benefits does our friendship bring?”

Loki shuffled in his seat “Well…you have taught me how to use a midgardian communication device and I have taught you…”

You cut him off “Great, expect thats not what friends with benefits means here it means…” You blushed heavily again.

“It means friends who…” you tried again.

Loki was watching you carefully with an eyebrow raised, the corner of his mouth starting to twitch and your uncomfortableness.

“Friends who fuck.” Natasha finished off helpfully.

You felt your face grow even redder if that were possible.

“Ah.” Loki said, in a measured tone although you thought you noticed a very light blush across his pale complexion. “I understand now that that might have been misleading.”

“Well thank God we cleared that up.” Stark sighed, “I thought we were going to have to admit you to the psych ward instead of the burns ward.”

You stared down to avoid eye contact with Loki, feeling a bit awkward.

“What’s the plan?” Steve asked.

“Asgardians?” Stark aimed at Thor.

“We won’t get anything more information from Surtur…”

“The people of this planet are disappearing! Into thin air! And some Alien thingies are the culprit! How can I be the protector of the human race if I don’t even have any leads!” Stark yelled.

Thor and Steve swapped looks.

“There might be more information we can gather across the other realms” Thor shrugged, “If the true enemy behind this is thought not to be human then they could potentially come from another Realm.”

“We would have no idea where to start though, it’s not like the nine realms are a small area to cover.” Loki argued.

“Doctor Foster does a lot of research into the nine realms, will she have any information for us?” Tony asked Thor hopefully.

“I…I can ask her to see what she has found.” Thor placated.

“In the meantime, we have our best scientists searching the skies for any sign of alien invasions.” Bruce added. “Tony I’m sure we will find something, we’ve got people going to sites where people have disappeared and looking into traces and signals that have been left behind, something is bound to flag up. And the researchers will keep monitoring the fire demons.”

Stark sighed. And you got a feeling that until this thing was settled he was never be satisfied, knowing the people of Earth were in danger.

“Meeting adjourned or whatever… I need a fucking drink.”

***

“13 down, 7 letters, a drawing intended to explain how something happens.”

“Diagram?”

Oliver nodded, writing it down.

“Okay… 5 across, 5 letters, spaghetti for example that’s got to be pasta…what about this one, 8 letters, endurance.”

“Stamina? No wait, that’s only 7…patience?”

“Yeah, has to be.”

It was the day after Starks meeting. Loki had wheeled you back into your hospital room after the meeting and then he’d had to then leave pretty sharpish, stating he had something he needed to do although you wondered if he still felt awkward about the whole friends with benefits thing. Then again, you wondered if Loki ever really felt awkward about anything, or if he was immune to embarrassment.

After the meeting you had been so damn tired that by the time he’d wheeled you back you’d been nearly asleep. The meeting was the most you had done since the attack and it had exhausted you.

Plus you were still pretty drowsy from all the pain medication you were on. You’d expected him to call over a nurse but instead he’d actually gotten you the medication you needed and then to your extreme surprise, he’d picked you up from your chair bridal style and put you into bed.

You were almost too sleepy to have noticed what was going on, but shockingly you were certain he had left a featherlight kiss on your forehead before he left.

Maybe you had imagined it in your sleepy state, after all he hadn’t been in to see you today.

The nurse had visited today and checked you over, changing your bandages. She had assured you your burns were healing nicely, and Loki’s fast thinking of applying his cold skin to your stomach and chest had saved most of your skin resulting in you only needing a smallish emergency skin graft.

You’d also been joined by Oliver, who had come prepared for the nurses recommendation of resting as much as possible by providing cross-words.

“You’re pretty good at these.” He gave his lopsided grin.

“Symptoms of a misguided youth I’m afraid. I might not have gone to Harvard but I am pretty nifty with a crossword.”

“Harvard’s overrated.”

“Alright for you to say Mr Ivy League.”

Oliver chuckled. “Wait this is a cryptic one, it says ‘to tantalise the left is a plant.’

“Huh? Wait let me see.”

Oliver stood up from the chair and brought the book over to you. He perched himself on the edge of your hospital bed and you moved over to give him more room.

“Do you need any more medication?” Oliver suddenly asked.

“I should be good thank you.” You smiled at him.

Man he was so sweet. Loki had done the same thing yesterday but still. It was nice to have someone else here who cared about you.

You caught his blue eyes. He had nice looking eyes you noticed, but they missed the tint of green you were used to seeing in Loki’s eyes.

Actually, why where you thinking about Lokis eyes at all?

Oliver placing his hand over yours on the bed brought you back to the present moment.

“I was thinking, maybe when you’re feeling better I could take you….”

Before Oliver could finish his sentence, the door to your room opened and Loki strode in.

Loki took in your close proximity to Oliver, and the fact you were holding hands and his eyes narrowed.

There was a moment of awkward silence, and for some reason your natural instinct was to jump back sheepishly from Oliver. Despite having no reason at all to feel guilt, you still felt…something.

“I had come to see how you were faring, but I see you have company already.” Those blue/green eyes you had just been thinking about were harsher than you had seen them in a while.

“We were just doing cross words.” You said, lamely.

Instead of keeping your mouth shut you continued like an imbecile. “Erm were stuck on a cryptic one if you wanted to help…”

“And intrude on this…personal moment.” He sneered.

“That wasn’t…I mean we were just…” You started and then sat up further in bed, trying to look authoritative, which was harder than you might think for someone attached to an IV drip. “Actually I don’t have to explain myself to you.”

“Oh, I see.” His voice was cold, and it felt like the room got colder too.

“What do you see?”

Loki ignored you.

“Get out.” He directed at Oliver.

Your temper started to rise.

“Hey, he doesn’t have to leave we were in the middle of something.”

“Look, um maybe I should just go.” Oliver spoke up squeezing your hand before standing up.

“I’ll leave the book here for you for when you get bored. I hope you feel better, I’ll come visit again soon and bring some more stuff.” He gave you a quick kiss on the cheek.

Kudos to Oliver, he walked past Loki out of the room without crying or screaming.

After he had left, Loki breezed into the room and arranged the flowers at the table at the bottom of the table like he hadn’t just yelled at your friend to leave.

“Dude what is wrong with you?” You directed at Loki. “I am allowed to have friends!”

He rolled his eyes.

“He clearly wants to be more than friends.”

You made a funny noise in the back of your throat. You wouldn’t be totally against Oliver having more than friendly feelings, a distraction from these insane feelings for Loki that keep creeping up out of no where might be a good thing, right?

Not that you had any feelings for Loki, obviously.

Loki studied you closely before clearing his throat.

“Are you and this mortal…friends with benefits?”

“Loki!” You glared at him.

His facial expression remained calm as he continued staring at you.

“I’m simply asking."

“No! No, God I wish you had never learnt what that term meant. Also I am sleeping next to you every night where would I find the time?”

“Yes, you are aren’t you.” He said, too smugly for your liking.

“Although I do have every right to explore…you know, that side of things with someone if I want to.”

His eyes narrowed again, and stood up taller.

“We are in the middle of a crisis here. Is now the right time to be engaging in a dalliance?”

“You can’t be serious!” You said indignantly.

“I’m being very serious!” He matched your tone.

"Are you giving me a lecture right now on my love life?” When he didn’t say anything you continued.

“You don’t even care about humans, why are you even bothered about this crisis suddenly?”

“You’re being ridiculous, you can’t seriously mean to engage with this… mere mortal. ”

“I’m being ridiculous? You’re being ridiculous! In case you forgot, I happen to be a mere mortal too!”

Loki kind of did look taken a back for a second, as if he had actually forgotten that.

“What I get up to is not even any of your business.” You told him

“Fine.” He sneered, walking towards the door.

“Fine!” You shouted back.

He slammed the door behind him as you threw your puzzle book at him.

“Ah!” You screamed to yourself.

The cheek of that asshole to have a go at you for letting yourself engage in some dating when he was the one that slept with Ylva while you were touring around Asgard.

You tossed and turned around in your bed, but eventually the drowsiness kicked back in and you managed to fall asleep.

***

One moment, you were fast asleep, the next moment you heard an explosion. You sat up quickly, disorientated and confused. Another explosion sounded and you got up and ran to the window.

You blinked and blinked again.

A piece of metal fell seemingly from the sky and you looked up.

The tower was under attack.

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bearhugsandshrugs · 4 months

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Realized I never put this on Tumblr, so enjoy.

Gortash x F!Tav x Haarlep: Money Well Spent Humiliation, Leashes, Collars,Anal Sex, Dildos, Oral Sex, Vaginal Sex, Choking, Threesome, Orgasm Delay/Denial

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Tav fantasizes about being humiliated by Gortash, but is too embarrassed to act on the fantasy with the Archduke himself. Luckily, Haarlep has Gortash in his repertoire. And he knows just how mean the Archduke can be.

Doing this cost her half a fortune, but Tav gathered why not. She’d rented out a room in Sharess Caress to herself, paid for the staff’s silence, and organized Haarlep to come meet her there. All of it was quite expensive, but she rarely spent the gold she was amassing anyway, and who knew if she’d live long with the tadpole in her head to spend it.

So here she was: Sitting on a chair by the door as instructed, waiting for the incubus to arrive. It didn’t take long though – Haarlep appeared on time and was in a cheery mood. And he better was: Tav had paid five different people hundreds of gold to let Haarlep take their bodies in exchange for his services tonight. And his confidentiality.

When he came in through the portal Helski had prepared for her (another small fortune), he was already using the body they’d agreed he’d be in for the night. He looked so similar that Tav nearly had a panic attack: What if this was Gortash after all and he had heard about her fantasies?

“Hmmm, at least you’re smart enough to follow basic instructions”, the man that looked like the Archduke said, and his voice was just minimally off, giving the incubus away. “Take off you clothes and put this on”, Gortash-Haarlep said and threw a collar in front of her feet.

Tav didn’t reply, but she nodded and undressed, setting her clothes aside before cautiously looking at the collar: It was made out of leather, with an iron ring for an attachable leash. She closed it around her throat while the fake Gortash watched on, a slight smirk on his face.

When she was ready, he took two broad steps towards her and fastened the leash, then yanked it so hard Tav fell to her knees.

“A needy slut like you should be on her knees where she belongs”, he scoffed, and Tav’s stomach twisted into a knot. Yes. That’s what she had come for. “Tell me what to do”, she asked, but Gortash’s impression laughed at her, a cruel and mocking sound. “‘Tell me’? Who do you think you are?” He stepped around her, then pulled her head back by her hair so hard it hurt. “I’m sorry”, Tav whimpered, but it wasn’t the right answer. “I said: Who do you think you are?” he tightened his grip on her. “A needy slut”, Tav whispered, submitting to him. “That's right”, the fake Gortash scoffed and let go of her. “Maybe there’s hope for you yet.”

He walked to the nightstand by the bed and pulled out a wooden penis, slightly but naturally curved, with a flat base on its end. “Get this up your cunt and hold it in”, he commanded, then gave her the dildo.

Tav’s breathing quickened. She hadn’t expected this, but no matter. Still kneeling on the floor, she widened her stance, then started to push the cock inside of her. There was little resistance – she was already wet and ready – but the dildo was bigger than she was used to, and holding it in only with her cunt’s muscles required more focus than she’d thought.

The fake Archduke watched her, almost bored, then nodded.

“Good”, he said with a flat voice, “You’ll keep this in while you’re on your hands and knees. Let me have a look at this little slutty body of yours. And don’t pretend – I’ve already seen how wet you are.” He chuckled before adding: “It’s pathetic.”

Tav’s body felt like it was burning up, but this was only the beginning. Naively, she was surprised at how much this turned her on. While she had requested this, it was already more than she had hoped for.

Fake Gortash ran his hand over her body, his armored glove gliding up and down her skin, scratching down her back with his metal nails. Tav shivered under his touch, and it got hard for her to keep the dildo in place.

The incubus dropped something on her ass, a warm lube, and started massaging her asshole with his ungloved hand. Tav let out a whimper. She wanted him so much, it was getting difficult to breathe. When he worked a finger inside of her, the dildo started to slide out of her cunt, before Tav managed to hold it in again.

“Ts, already?”, Haarlep’s Gortash scoffed. “It’s a wonder you’re not throwing yourself at the first best dick all the time.” He added a second finger, slowly pushing in and out of her. “Or maybe you are? Renting out rooms in a whorehouse so you feel right at home?”

Tav mewled as the incubus fingered her ass, heat burning her up from the inside. She was close already and craving release, but it was difficult while focusing on the wooden cock. When he curled his fingers, she let out a moan, and the dildo slid out of her.

The pull on the leash was immediate and painful, and the false Gortash pulled out his fingers, leaving her on the edge of an orgasm. Tav started to shake, her body screaming for him to enter her again.

“That won’t do”, he said and took a step back. “But I’ll give you another chance. Work it back in. Hold it. I’ll watch.”

Tav reached for the dildo with a shaky hand, then pushed it back inside of her. She groaned, earning her a mocking laugh from the incubus. It was difficult at first, as her slick eased away any resistance or friction that might have helped her otherwise.

“Such a needy slut”, Haarlep’s Gortash commented behind her. She heard him undress, and when he stepped up to her, he pushed his cock into her ass without warning, taking Tav’s breath away. She struggled with the dildo, but managed to keep it inside. Her vision was starting to blur, her entire body on fire with need. He was right: She was needy.

He fucked her ass with something that most resembled spite. Every time her legs started to shake or her back started to arch, he’d stop. The constant edging was getting to her, and Tav whimpered around him, crying out pleas under her breath.

“Please what?” the incubus demanded to know after the sixth denied orgasm. “Please let me come”, Tav sobbed, barely holding on. “Already? You haven’t even greeted our guest yet!”

Guest? What?

The door opened and Tav could hear that familiar strut, but she didn't want to believe it. But when another armored glove trailed along her spine, she wanted to jump out of her body. It couldn’t be.

“My, maybe I should have told you to go down on your knees and suck my dick instead of offering you a partnership to dominate the world”, Gortash, the real one, said as he came to a halt in front of her. “Looks like you settle for far less than I'd thought.”

Tav’s head burned up with embarrassment. This was why she’d asked Haarlep to play the part instead of pursuing Gortash himself.

“You were right”, Gortash nodded to Haarlep, “she really feels loose like a common whore.”

Tav remembered that Gortash would have felt everything that Haarlep had done in his form, and she blushed with the realization that he already knew what her ass on his cock felt like.

But the Archduke seemed unfazed, leisurely taking off his clothes, throwing them to the side. When he took down his pants, his cock was erect, pointing at her.

“Open”, he demanded, and Tav did as she was told, opening her mouth for him. Gortash patted her head like a dog while he started to fuck her mouth. The other, false Gortash picked up his movements again, moving in sync with the real one. They fucked her together, calling her obscenities throughout. Tav felt the wooden dildo slide out again, as her body was rushing towards the edge once more. “Look at her”, Haarlep's Gortash scoffed, “on her hands and knees like a whore, so greedy she gets fucked by the same man twice.” Gortash chuckled, running his hands through Tav’s hair. “Maybe I should bring her to court next time. Have her suck me off while I do paperwork.” Tav moaned around his cock, the thought of being used that way turning her on. “Sounds like she’d want that”, Haarlep mocked. “Do you?”, Gortash asked, pulling at her hair. “Do you want me to use you like the slut that you are? Spread your legs in the throne room and fuck you in front of the nobles? Have you say please before you swallow my cum?”

Tav felt her body react before she could reply: A long mewl formed in the back of her throat, her back arched into Haarlep's Gortash, the muscles in her cunt spasming, pushing out the dildo with a loud splash as a gush of wetness squirted out of her along with it.

Gortash laughed at her before picking up his pace, fucking her mouth with heightened desire. Haarlep tried to match his rhythm, but it was difficult even for him. Tav couldn’t process what was happening, her entire body flush and hot, the ongoing intrusions already building up heat anew.

Gortash came with a curse, calling her a fucking whore under his breath, and Haarlep followed not long behind. Tav swallowed his cum, then gasped for air as they both pulled out of her.

She was a mess: sweaty and used, slickness running down the side of her thigh, her hair disheveled.

“Well, you didn't say please", Gortash scolded her. "But maybe we’ll make something useful out of you yet.” He lifted her head up to look at him through her lashes. It was the first time their eyes met, and Tav wanted to cry. But the Archduke looked at her with amused cruelty, eyes darkened with lust. “I’d like that”, Tav whispered, and Haarlep, still in Gortash’s form, handed the leash over to the real one. “Lord Gortash requested you to himself for the rest of the night in exchange for his form”, Haarlep explained and stepped towards the summoning circle. “I have no doubts you’ll behave yourself.”

Before Tav could protest, the incubus had already left, leaving her alone in the room with Gortash.

He took a potion, replenishing his strength as he wandered over to the bed, dragging her behind him through her collar. She could only follow him, crawling on her hands and feet behind him, as the pull on the collar took her breath away.

“Come”, he instructed, pulling at the leash in one sharp motion. Tav yelped, then climbed onto the bed. He was lying on his back, his cock hardening again. “First time we met you told me to go fuck myself”, he said with a lazy tone. “Why don’t you fuck me instead?” Tav bit down on her lip and did as he asked, crawling up to and then lowering herself onto him. He felt amazing. “Yeah, that’s what I thought. A whore through and through”, he said as she started to grind her hips against his. Gortash started to run his hands over her body, pulling at the leash when he wanted her lower. Tav bent over and he took her breast into his mouth, greedily sucking at her flesh as she rode him.

It turned her on beyond expectations. Actually fucking him, having him use her, was more than she’d dared to dream – only now it was happening. When he came back for air he cursed at her.

“Fuck, maybe I should abduct you after all”, he groaned and bucked his hips into her. “Have you leashed to the bed and wet and ready whenever I want you.” Tav whimpered at the thought, her muscles clenching around his cock. Gortash laughed at the display of need. “Yes, that’s right. I’ll tie you up, a pretty little thing just serving me, maybe my men too.” Her breathing turned to pants as he started to meet her thrusts, grunts forming in his throat. Gortash yanked the leash impatiently, wanting her to answer. “You want that?” he growled as her face hovered above his. “Yes”, she said without thinking. “Yes.” “Fuck”, he groaned and brought his hands to her hips so he could better steer her movements. “Tell me what you want so I can decide if I'll let you come like the slut that you are.” Tav whimpered, her body undoubtedly rushing towards another climax. “I want you to use me, use my body whenever you want it, make me come whenever you feel like it”, she started, and Gortash groaned at the idea. “I want you to fuck me in every way possible and then make me thank you for it.” He brought a hand up to her throat, holding her in place close to him. “Yes”, he breathed out, “it’s what I deserve as your rightful ruler.”

Tav’s pants turned into moans as their hips continued to meet each other, both of their breathing turning irregular.

“Do it then”, Gortash hissed, “Thank me while you come.”

Tav’s body started to convulse and she forced her eyes open, meeting Gortash’s gaze that was heavy with need.

“Thank–“ she couldn’t finish the sentence as his hand tightened around her throat, choking her over the edge as she came with a wail.

Gortash joined her, pumping his seed into her with a loud moan.

He held her close by her leash as both of them came down from their high. When Tav looked at him, his lips curled into a smile.

“Good little slut”, he whispered and stroked her hair. “Looks like I’ll make use of you after all.”

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angry-trashcan · 8 months

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Foxglove

Chapter five to Braided Lilac

3K WC

Warnings: Mentions of past abuse. Reader uses they/them pronouns.

(First) (Read on AO3) (Hair Holds Memories)

Going through a portal was never a fun time. Especially when the whole camp had finally settled for a much needed night of sleep. You were laying on your back, Four across your chest when the ground gave out from under you. Your scream along with everyone else’s startled groans came to a sudden stop when you landed on your back, the sun bright in your face as the portal closed over you.

Four groaned heavily over you, eyes wide when a sudden wave of nausea came over him. He could barely get a ‘fuck’ out before he scrambled off of you. You sat up slowly, the hard landing on your back doing you absolutely no favors. Looking around, it seemed like the portal had managed to pull the whole camp through, fire and all. Though small logs from it were scattered about along with belongings spilling from bags. Groans and complaints were coming from everyone, even Time mumbling as he started to stand. “Is everyone okay?”

“Yeah, I have a question. What the fuck was that?!” Sage was rubbing his head, glaring at the older man.

“A portal. We told you they pull us through places.”

“Like that?! You never said anything about that!”

“Because it’s never done that before.” You interjected, slowly standing. Warriors appeared next to you, grabbing an elbow as you swayed a bit. You gave him a small smile, leaning into him. “Of course, it has to be daytime here.”

“I say we go back to sleep anyway.” Wind complained, curling back into his now very muddy blanket. Wild kicked him.

“We can’t rest until we figure out where we are.” Time explained, pulling his chest plate over his head.

A suddenly very awake Sky pulled his shirt over his own head, “I know where we are!”

“So, we can sleep?” Wild kicked Wind again.

“We’re on the surface, really close to the settlement. Come on! We should get going!” Sky was rushing pulling his boots on now, nearly forgetting to tighten his baldric completely.

“Slow down there, Knight. We’ve all got to get out stuff together.” Time put a hand on his shoulder. His gaze went around the destroyed camp, landing on you for a moment. Your arm was still being held by Wars as he helped you step into your boots. You acted like you didn’t notice his harsh glare.

The camp was picked up as fast as sleep deprivation would allow everyone to move, bags thrown over shoulders and groans coming nonstop from Wind as Sky paced around. “Oh goddesses, I wonder how much has changed since I left. Do I look different? Have I gotten taller? Shorter? I-“ Sky continued his mindless mumbling even as he lead the way to the settlement. Wild would pause on the path occasionally to take a picture of a weird plant or simply stare up at the trees.

Your own mind was racing as Hyrule talked to you. What was Sun going to be like? Would she approve of you? Would she be upset that you get to travel with Sky? The thoughts wouldn’t stop coming even as you stepped over the threshold into the settlement. People stood on wooden ladders, hammering into half-built buildings. A few kids ran in the street together as their mothers called after them, begging for them to come to eat. Sky ruffled the hair on one of their heads as they ran past the group, a smile plastered to his face.

“It’s gotten so much bigger!” He exclaimed, arms thrown wide.

“It has been over a year.” Time pointed out, patting the knight’s back.

“Don’t remind me, but now we’re here!” His pace picked up even more as he narrowed in on a small home in the middle of town. His knuckles hit the door rapidly, stepping back and shaking his leg in anticipation. The door creaked open only slightly, enough for someone to peek out.

“Who is it?” A woman’s voice carried out.

“Take a guess.” Sky’s smile somehow grew even more as a blonde woman launched herself at him. He caught her, spinning her around before putting her on the ground and placing a hard kiss on her lips. They both laughed through it, her having to push him away to breathe.

She looked up at his face, “How have you managed to look much older yet younger at the same time?” Still laughing through her words.

“Maybe it’s the missing you that’s done it.”

“That doesn’t even make sense, sleepyhead.” She ruffled his hair, eyes falling past him to the group standing awkwardly behind. “Oh! I assume these are your companions?” She stood a bit straighter as she turned to face everyone.

“They sure are, this is the team!” He motioned towards everyone as he introduced them, saving you for last in his roll call. “And this is Y/N.” He outstretched his hand to you. You looked at it for a moment before taking it, taking a few steps to be next to him.

“It’s great to finally meet you, Sun- Zelda. I’ve heard so much about you.” You smiled slightly, bowing a head towards her.

“And the same to you! Link here doesn’t shut up about you!” You looked up at him through the side of your eye.

“Is that so?”

He groaned, “Zelda-“

“It’s all good things, don’t fret. He just seems very-“ Her talking paused suddenly as her eyes fell to your shoulder. “Very… happy.” Her hand fell to her side, fingers twiddling with a red feather hanging from her waist.

“Well, I hope he is. I try my best to keep him that way at least.” You smiled at her, your own hand coming up to fumble with the red feather braided over your shoulder.

She hummed, her smile faltering ever so slightly. “So, I do believe you lot will need accommodations. Thankfully, I have enough room for you to stay here. You see, we don’t have an inn. Don’t exactly have a use for one.” She motioned towards the open door to her home. “Make yourselves at home, everyone.”

You smiled at her, “Thank you, I truly do appreciate it.” You bowed your head to her again before following after the rest of the chain.

Sky started to follow after, though he was stopped by Zelda’s hand on his elbow. “Is everything okay?” He asked in a hushed voice.

She motioned with her head for him to come with her to the other side of the small porch. You left the door open as she had it so that they could come in when they were finished. It had been a while since they had seen each other.

The inside of the house was modest. A small sitting area in the middle of a large main room, a door to the right which you assumed went to a bedroom, and a small cooking area on the left with a large pot over a pile of ashes. You couldn’t help but smile. This is domestic. Everyone took their time settling into places around the sitting area, bags and weapons being thrown into a pile in the corner. You did the same, taking off your boots before sitting on a cushion next to Four. He put his arm behind you as he leaned against you. “I’m still tired.” He groaned.

You laughed, putting an arm around his shoulders and bringing him into you. “Me too. And we were cuddling so good, too.” He groaned again, nodding into your side as his red-glazed eyes fell closed for a moment. The door closed shortly after, Sky and Sun came into the room with red faces. Sky avoided eyes as he made his way to the bedroom, closing the door hard behind him. You looked around the group, Four sitting up off of you.

“Is everything okay?” Hyrule spoke up.

Zelda seemed to just notice that they were all there, looking down to where everyone was sitting. She shook her head, seemingly an attempt to clear it. “Yeah, everything is fine. Just a little conversation is all.” A few nods went around the group as Zelda took a seat among it. She sat across from you, eyes falling back onto the red feather.

“I know it’s only midday, but if you’d like I can start cooking. We fell in the middle of the night into the day here. So, we’re all hungry and tired.” Wild’s voice snapped her out of her trance on the feather.

“Oh, yeah that would be great.” She smiled weakly at him before looking around at everyone else. “Link has told me much about each of you and your travels. I hope that our small town will treat you all right during your time here.”

“Thank you, Zelda. We do appreciate you letting us stay here.” Warriors smiled at her.

Time cleared his throat, “I know we are a bit of a rambunctious group, so if you ever wish for us to leave then just tell us.”

“You talkin’ about me Old Man?!” Wind cried out, “Because I’ll have you know that I’m the most well-behaved pirate on my damn ship!”

“Example A.” You mumbled, motioning towards Wind.

Zelda laughed, “I promise you are all no bother. Though I would encourage you to explore the settlement. I’m sure you will find something to keep yourselves busy with.”

“She’s trying to get rid of us.” Sage shook his head, “I know a cue to leave when I see one.” He stood from the ground, stretching his back. “I’m going to go take a look around. You lot can join if you want.”

“I’ll come with.” Hyrule added, standing and following him to the door. After a few moments, everyone except you, Warriors, and Zelda had left. He stood, offering a hand for you to join him.

“Actually, I’d like to speak with Y/N. If you don’t mind giving us some time.” Zelda smiled softly to Warriors, who in turn looked to you.

“Is that okay?”

You nodded, smiling. “I’ll come join when we are done. Will you see if there is a bakery?”

“There is, on the opposite end of the settlement.”

He agreed, “Of course, dear. I’ll meet you there.” He closed the door with a soft click behind him.

Silence fell between the two of you. It lasted for a long few moments as you fiddled with your hands and loose threads on your pants. You could count every breath she took, timing them. It wasn’t until you muffled up the courage to look at her did you see her still looking at the feather. Your hand rose to it and grasped it softly. Your voice was even softer as you broke the silence, “He gifted it to me about two months ago now. He told me you had one as well.”

She closed her eyes, letting out a deep breath. She took the one on her waist into hand, “I do. He gave it to me when we were engaged.”

You smiled gently, “I know. I think it’s a wonderful gift to mark the occasion.”

She hummed, “Do you know what loftwings mean to us? And how significant they are to us?”

“I do, they are said to be the other half of your soul.” Your words sounded more like a question, trying to figure out where she was going with this.

“Yes, but there is more to that.” She shook her head, taking another deep breath. “When you are betrothed, you are supposed to give a feather from your loftwing to the other. Think of it as similar to an engagement ring. It is an important part of our culture and history.”

Your breathing hitched, going for the chain that held the feather in place. “Zelda, I wish I had known this. I am so sorry that I have overstepped.”

She put her hand up, stopping you. “There is no need, it is not your fault. I just wish that he had told you that it was an engagement.”

The door to the bedroom creaked open as Sky walked out, looking to you both sitting across from one another. He closed his eyes, and for a moment you thought he would retreat back into the room. Instead, he came and took a seat next to both of you. His hands fell into his own lap, lacing them together. Another silence came, this time, the both of you were waiting for Sky to break it.

So, he did. “I’m sorry that I gave you the wrong impressi-.”

You cut him off, “You didn’t just ‘give me the wrong impression’. I asked you if this was an engagement and you told me no.”

Zelda sat up straighter, looking at him for an explanation. He shook his head, looking down. “I know. I’m sorry.”

“Do you know why I’m not talking to Time? Lying. And look, now you’re lying too. Have you lied about anything else?”

His head shot up to face you, “No, I-“

Your voice got louder, your hands lacing into your hair and pulling it. “No, once a liar always a liar. Which other ones of you are lying about something? At this rate, probably all of you.”

Zelda's eyes fell onto you, watching you take rapidly faster breaths. “Y/N, I do think we should talk about this.”

You shook your head, hands falling onto your knees. “No. There is nothing to talk about. You lied to me, Sky. About something this important, too. And to think, I was just telling you the other day that I would be willing to marry you.”

“Y/N-“

You stood before he could finish, “I’m going to find the others. Who knows, maybe Sage won’t lie to me.” You closed the door behind you, taking a deep breath as you heard shouts of protest on the other side. Your hands shook when you pushed off of the door. You stepped off of the porch, feet crunching leaves. The others weren’t in the street. Probably off somewhere else.

Your feet carried you aimlessly through the street. Searching for someone, anyone. But did you really want to be around any of the others right now? That makes two liars in a month. Two too much like him. You hit the palms of your hands to the side of your head, groaning. You knew in all rational sense that they weren’t lying to hurt you, that they weren’t him. But even the small betrayals felt like a knife twisting in the still-bleeding wound. You wandered through the half-built houses until you reached a marketplace. Tears slipped down your cheeks, the overwhelming thoughts flooding through you showing their teeth.

You found yourself sitting on a wooden bench, staring blankly in the distance as people wandered by, making little notice of you or your tears. A weight sat next to you, but you didn’t care to look. Tears continued falling as you grip your hands together, the people becoming a blur in your eyes.

“Seems that didn’t go well.” Sage spoke from next to you.

You hummed, not giving him a real response.

He sighed, leaning back onto the bench. “Wars is waiting for you at the bakery.”

You didn’t give any answer that time, blinking slowly to let the tears out.

“Want me to walk you over there?”

Again, nothing.

“Y/N, I can tell you don’t wanna talk. But I’m not just going to leave you here alone.”

You looked over at him, puffy eyes finding his. “I do wanna talk.”

He nodded, “Then let’s talk. What happened?”

“No, not about that.” You looked at his hands in his lap, “Talk to me about anything but that.”

He took a deep breath, “There’s this town in my Hyrule, it’s called Tarrey Town. I have a house there that I built myself.”

You smiled ever so slightly, “That sounds nice.”

He smiled with you, “It is. I have a stable for my horse and everything. Bolson, the mayor of the town is a real treat too. He’s fun to be around. He has a wife and daughter. They’re Gerudo.”

“I like Gerudo Town.”

“Me too, the people are great. That’s where I got this.” He pulled his sleeve up, showing a tattoo on his bicep. The intricate lines laced together to form a sword, pointing down into a line of triangles that wrapped around to the other side. “It was designed for me since I helped protect the town.”

“That’s really nice of them.”

He lowered his sleeve, covering the design. “What wasn’t nice was how it felt. Hurt like a bitch.”

You snickered, watching the way his mouth ticked up when you did. “I can only imagine.”

“I almost made them stop half done. It was horrible. I don’t know how people can cover themselves in them.” He shook his head, “The woman doing it just had someone come hold my other arm down so I couldn’t move too much. I’d rather get fire blasted by a dozen Wizrobes than do that shit again.”

You laughed this time, hand coming up to wipe away the remaining tears. “That bad, huh?”

“Oh, you have no idea.”

“Can’t say I do.”

He watched you for a moment, “Do you want to head back or go get the others?”

You shook your head, leaning back into the bench. “I think I want to just stay here for a while. If that’s okay with you.”

He smiled again, “I think that’d be okay.”

(NEXT)

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The Bathroom

Asmo

"There you are, MC!" I exclaim, wrapping my arms around them in a hug. "I was wondering where you went."

"Well, I didn't want to get in the middle of your argument with Belphie, so I decided to explore the house a little," they reply. "It really is quite nice."

While I believe that MC initially intended on exploring the house, the fairly strong metallic smell on them tells me that they ended up doing something else.

With a certain brother of mine.

In the grand scheme of things, it doesn't even matter. After all, I was the one to pick them up, meaning that I was the first to see them. I just wish I was also the first to kiss them.

But that's neither here nor there. They're with me now, so it's not like I can't still do something with them, if they so choose.

"Wanna see something really cool?" I ask. MC shrugs.

"Sure." I grab their hand and guide them upstairs.

"So, part of why it's taken us so long to connect with you is because Barbatos was working on creating portals to our rooms at the House of Lamentation. One's difficult enough, let alone seven."

"Not to mention the other rooms you guys like," MC adds. "Like the observatory, or the library."

"Exactly." We stop in front of one of my doors, and I wrap my free hand around the knob. Opening it reveals my private bathroom. "In my case, I still wanted to visit this particular room so that I didn't have to fight with everyone else."

"Makes sense." We step inside the bathroom, and I close the door behind me. "Nothing appears to be out of place, I don't think. Then again, it has been a while since I've been in here, so perhaps things have changed while I was gone."

"Other than me getting more products, everything's stayed pretty much the same." I walk over to one of the benches near the bathtub and sit down, gesturing for MC to join me. "So, do you mind if I ask you a couple questions?"

"About...?"

"You." I briefly pause. "Well, regarding you, anyway. What's the deal with you and Solomon? I know you're his apprentice, but he seemed a bit too comfortable around you for him to just be your teacher. Does that make sense?" MC nods their head.

"He's also my roommate." Well, I didn't expect that response. I figured MC would say that they're dating Solomon--or at least, sleeping with him. Never in a million years would I imagine the two of them living together.

"How long has that been a thing?"

"Ever since we returned to the human world after our last visit to the Devildom. I basically made him move in with me." They look a little sheepish saying that. Was there more involved to that than a simple request?

"You do know about his...curse, don't you?"

"Which one? His immortality, or his cooking?" Well, then. That answers that question. I wonder who told MC about that particular little quirk of his. The immortality, I mean. Everyone knows about his cursed cooking.

"I guess..." MC trails off. "I didn't want Solomon to feel lonely. I know that he'll probably outlive me by a long shot, but I figured that I'd at least try to form a connection with him before I died. I know he has you and the other seventy-odd demons he has a pact with, but it's not the same thing as having another human in your inner circle. Not that your relationship with him isn't meaningless or invalid or anything like that--"

"I understand, MC." I gently pat their knee. "I'm glad he has you. You're one of the sweetest people I've ever known."

There it is again.

The scent from earlier.

It was pretty faint the first time, but now that I'm closer to MC, I can pick up on it more.

And it's familiar. Real familiar. Not nearly as intense as the last time, but there's no denying it.

"What was your second question, Asmo?"

"It's a bit more...personal." I don't want to make them uncomfortable, but at the same time, I have to know how to proceed.

"O-Okay." Good. I wish they were less nervous, but at least I have their permission to continue.

"When I ask this, I am not trying to be arrogant or narcissistic or anything like that. Rather, it's so that I can understand exactly how you're feeling so that I can help you." MC merely nods their head in response.

Here goes nothing.

"Am I turning you on as Azzy?" Their eyes widen, and they quickly cover their face with their hands.

"MC." I place a hand on their shoulder. "Breathe. It's okay." A few moments later, they sigh as they reveal their face again.

"Is it wrong for me to say yes?" they quietly ask. I kinda figured they did based on the way they were looking at me earlier, but I just needed them to confirm it.

What I didn't expect is for them to have reservations about it. They never let who or what they were attracted to stop them before. Is it a human world thing? Given the headlines I've seen, that's definitely a possibility.

"Why would it be wrong?"

"Because...this might sound a bit weird, but..." They pause, taking a deep breath. "I don't want to hurt my feelings."

Okay, now I'm confused. How would them liking me in drag hurt my feelings? I spent a lot of time putting this together, making sure I looked good in all the right places. If they hated me like this, it'd be a different story, but that's not what this is.

So, what is it?

Wait.

I wonder...

"Are you scared that I'm going to be upset because you happen to find this a bit more attractive than how I normally present myself?"

Nod.

Ah. I see.

Humans are weird sometimes. Particular this one.

"MC, as the Avatar of Lust, part of my job is to figure out how best to charm people. That's resulted in me wearing a lot of different costumes, as not everyone is going to like the same things. But those costumes are all based on who I am as a person. Some may be closer to reality than others, but that doesn't mean they're not me. So, it's totally cool if you like one version of me over another, because at the end of the day, you still like me, and that's all that matters."

"But I know how hard it was for you to get your powers to affect me in any way, and I didn't want you to feel like all that work was for nothing."

"It's not for nothing." I gently grab their hand. "I enjoy learning new things about you, MC. You're a really interesting individual, and I'm grateful that I've gotten the opportunity to get to know you."

They have a weird look on their face. I can't exactly pin down what they're trying to communicate, but whatever it is, it's a little intense.

"There's something that I've wanted to do since you arrived, but I didn't want to do it in front of prying eyes," MC murmurs.

Oh.

Just to make sure I'm not mistaken, I lean in slightly. They don't move back.

But they don't remain still, either.

Instead, they close the gap between us by kissing me on the lips.

"I can barely contain myself right now," they whisper.

"Then don't."

Unfortunately, right as we get into the rhythm of our make-out session, there's a rather loud knock on the door.

Of course. It's Satan. He always does this whenever he thinks I'm taking too long in here.

#obey me shall we date #obey me mc #obey me asmo #obey me asmodeus

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bots-and-cons · 9 months

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Hi. I'm glad your requests are open again. I wanted to request the tfp autobots finding there s/o is a powerful wild witch from the boiling isles and is trying to teach the kids about glyphs and potions? (Idk if you've seen the owl house so you don't have to do this one but I thought it would be pretty cool. Have a good day.)

Uuuu I love Owl House. I haven't finished it yet since the last episodes are not on Disney+ where I live (at least they weren't when I last checked). I very much based this on Eda, because that sounded like a fun idea. I only did the original bots, since this ended up being pretty damn long but oh well

•You’ve got the door to the human realm and you use it pretty often to collect stuff to sell

•One time it malfunctioned a bit and sent you to the autobots’ base, or maybe it was fate, who knows

•Anyway, you’re not really even surprised by the bots, since you don’t know enough about the human world to know they don’t belong there

•Ratchet was obviously pretty surprised to see some random person, with peculiar clothing and a staff wandering around the base

•You carry a few items that are infused with magic when you go into the human world, so you can still use magic when you’re there

•Ratchet calls for Optimus, asking who brought a new human to the base, but he obviously doesn’t know where you came from either

•Ratchet and Optimus ask you how you got in to their base and you start explaining about the door and when they clearly don’t believe you, you show them how the door works

•Ratchet doesn’t really get surprised by much anymore, he feels like he’s seen it all, but magic? MAGIC!?

•Optimus is much calmer about it, because while he is also internally going “What?!”, he doesn’t let it show

•The kids arrive with their guardians and everyone is like “Why is there a new human at he base?”

•You have to explain that you’re not a human, you’re a witch

•Miko is of course very excited about this, and tells you that you look like one too, and asks if you can teach her magic

•There are giant alien robots, so is someone being a witch really such a stretch?

•Raf is also interested, but he’s more skeptical

•Jack doesn’t believe you at all, but you change that quite quickly when you start flying around on your staff

•Arcee is interested even if skeptical, because you clearly have something going on with you, humans don’t just fly on sticks

•Bee is probably the most excited about the whole thing, because he’s seen witches on TV and magic is always cool

•Bulkhead is a bit suspicious about the whole thing, but much more interested in what you can do

•You decide it’s time for you to leave as the bots start talking about what they should do with you, because you don’t like the tone of that

•They’re not malicious of course, but you never know

•So you try to use the door portal, but it doesn’t open

•”Why do you have to be so temperamental?” you mutter at the door before putting it away

•Ratchet tells you he thought you were leaving, and you tell him that doesn’t seem to be happening

•So you’re stuck there for now and decide to spend your time teaching the three kids some magic

•You have a lot of stuff in your bag, so you can make some basic potions, and paper and pens exist everywhere so glyphs are not a problem either

•You teach them to make lights, and soon there are dozens of them floating around the room

•Ratchet and Arcee keep and eye on you, in case you do something they’d consider dangerous

•But you just teach them some basic stuff and make a potion that makes them float

•You and the kids are having a ton of fun, because magic is great obviously

•There are some mishaps, like Miko drawing a water glyph and getting Jack totally drenched

•It turns into a bit of a fight, because Jack does it back and then Miko again and it keeps going

•Raf gets left out of it and you later teach them to draw wind glyphs so they can dry themselves

•Bee wants to try it too and he copies one of the glyphs you showed on a piece of paper, and manages to grow some plants on it

•He luckily drew it on a small paper so the plants weren’t too big

•Bee got a bit spooked because the plants started wrapping around his feet, but they didn’t get far because they were so small

•Optimus is also quietly watching from the sidelines, and he’s honestly just glad to see the kids having fun, even if the base getting a bit messy

#transformers #tfp #transformers prime #autobots #optimus prime #ratchet #bumblebee #arcee #bulkhead #tfp headcanons #reader insert #platonic transformers x reader

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Happy Holidays to everyone! Huge shout out to @portal-secret-santa as always for being EXTREMELY patient with me as I fail to get my prompts again this year (We figured out WHY and shouldn't have problems anymore, but WOW it took a bit to figure it out.)

Anyways. My person is @radioproto ! A fellow Wheatley enjoyer! Sorry if this is too non specific, I looked through the blog but still had NO idea what to do aside from just an X Reader. I mean, I did include Fact just so you technically had both in one present...? So hopefully a present for you and the rest of the fellow Wheat kissers is good enough!

Also, here's an AO3 version!

Mistletoe Mayhap (Wheatley X GN!Reader)

Note: Does NOT include "Y/N" or talking for Reader, with minimal responses or descriptions for the sake of immersion.

Word Count: 1,213

“Sorry- You want to hang up a MISSILE?” Wheatley gawked. Well, as much as a core could, anyways. Fact sighed, optics pinching shut with a small clink of metal.

“MistleTOE, Wheatley. The plant?” He opened the lower plate, barely looking up to meet the blue optic of the fellow core.

“Plant? Mate, we have an entire tree! Threw lights and small little trinkets all over its branches, PLUS that star thing on top. Spacey was EXTREMELY excited on that one. WOULD NOT stop talking about it so I'm FAIRLY certain-” Wheatley paused when he heard one of the claws the cores were using to decorate picking up something, and Fact held up a plant book of some kind, page turned to a small bushel of plants. Two words stood out in the center of the page, indicating what the said plants were. "Holly" and "Mistletoe."

“These.” Fact spoke up.

“Ah.” Wheatley squinted, trying to stretch his optic slightly to see. He read the description of Mistletoe. “OK… "Scientifically called" blah blah blah… "More commonly called Mistletoe… Poisonous plant when consumed," that's grim for… "A holiday staple?" Really? "Traditionally hung up from the ceiling, and when two people are under it…"” Wheatley suddenly wheeled back on his railing, immediately feeling like his processor was heating up, and his fans whirred to life to cool him down.

“I figured you would like an excuse.” Fact set the book back and closed it as he just rolled his eye.

“An excuse for wot?”

“Kissing a certain test subject. You know who.” Fact looked over at Wheatley as he said that. The fans kicked up another notch. “I figured that if you weren't going to say something, out of whatever fears you have, that it would give you an excuse if they didn't reciprocate. Play it off as just a traditional thing and cut your losses.”

“Wh- Hey! Do you SERIOUSLY think they're going to reject me?!” Wheatley defended. Then thought about it a moment longer, handles faltering as he clarified. “...Would they actually, you think?”

“I never said that.” Fact glanced over as he grabbed a plant, assumedly the one in question, and handed it over to Wheatley. Doing so in an underhanded motion just so he didn't hold it above him and Wheatley. “I'm entirely neutral to whether or not you two work out, I was merely offering a way for you to try to find out if they DO like you, that gives you an easy out if they DON'T.”

“...Huh.” Was all Wheatley could muster. He looked at the plant… Then slid off on his railing to find somewhere to hang it.

It wasn't a big party. It was only two other cores, the two testing robots, GLaDOS, the companion cube as a VIP, and both Fact and Wheatley. Oh, but mostly some turrets facing away from the door and "talking" amongst themselves, and someone thankfully had the foresight to mark out where they'd not only be put, but where their eyesight ended. That was for the last guest.

A certain test subject that had to equally watch their steps around the turrets, much like P-Body and Atlas, who were currently dancing to the holiday tunes newly coded into the radio, curtsy of GLaDOS, much like the fruitcake on the table. It was just a fake decoration since nobody could eat, but it was decoration for any other human Christmas party too, so it was fine.

Wheatley watched as they entered from his corner of the room. It was one end of the table that had the fake fruitcake, that wasn't near any of the turrets, GLaDOS was on the other end, and most importantly, had the mistletoe hanging on the ceiling above him. He just flexed his handle up and down as he nervously waited for them. Mercifully, it didn't take long for them to walk over to talk to him.

“Oh-Oh! Ello! Happy holidays, luv.” Wheatley's smile was obvious through his voice as he spoke. They regarded him with a grin and nod. “So uh, this might take you for a shock, you'll wanna hear this. Me and Fact over there, yeah? Pink optic guy? Decorated this whole space! By ourselves. Managed to set everything up! Well uh, not the fruitcake though. SHE did that one, not sure why though THAT'S decoration...” The test subject still looked around the room and did some small claps for him. “Hm-? Oh! Thank you! Glad you seem to like it then. That 's all… Accurate and things. Being honest, cards on the table, Fact definitely manages to gather up how to decorate this place properly like humans very well. Nicely done, all in a good day's work on his part. And-And myself of course. Not to toot my own horn or anything, but I DO want to give myself SOME credit, y'know?”

Then they glanced up, spotting the plant. Here it goes…

“What's uh- What's that you spot?” Wheatley looked up, feigning surprise as best he could. “Ooooohhh… Look at that! That's that mistletoe thing, yeah? Isn't that rather-”

“...Wheatley, that's Holly.” Fact piped up, rolling over to them.

“Wot?” Wheatley turned to him.

“Holly has the pointed leaves and red berries. MISTLETOE has smooth leaves and white berries.”

“...Ah. I- hm. I seem to have gotten my plants mixed up.” He glanced over at the tester muffling a laugh. “Not! Y'know ENTIRELY my fault. I read up on this FAIRLY well, and in everything I saw they seemed PRET-TY sure the thing was spiky and-and RED. Very BRIGHT shade of red, might I add.”

“Fact: That is a bold face lie-”

“And here's a fact: YOU handed that plant to me.” He growled out.

“I thought the ONE BOOK I showed you said it was Holly.”

“There were TWO ENTRIES in the middle! How was I supposed to know which one was what?!”

“It DESCRIBED what the plant looked like!”

“Well! That's…! Good to know!” Wheatley huffed. Fact just groaned and rolled away.

“...So uh. Egg on my face, I guess. Yeah… Yeah I hung it up. Caught red handed, so to speak. Red handled, for me and my case I guess?” Wheatley dryly laughed, fans whirring more obviously as he lowered his railing down to them. “I uh… I guess what I was trying to do is… Not exactly a secret anymore. I uh, wouldn't exactly BLAME you if-if you don't want to. Especially seeing as it's not ACTUALLY mistletoe- Ah!”

Wheatley paused as the bottom panel of his optic got a kiss pressed up against it.

Oh. Oh they were anyways.

Wheatley took care that he actually stayed quiet. Kisses meant no talking, right? So he just, gently shut his eye, pressing his optic into it, to reciprocate as best he could.

When it ended, he felt the world around him almost melting away as he just focused on them.

“Oh WOW. So uh. So that's a kiss. Yeah, I can see why humans like it so much, feels nice, makes you all warm. In a good way. VERY very good way. Not complaining one bit about that. In fact uh. Could I have another?”

With their nod, Wheatley shut his eye, and felt a now familiar press into said optic.

#feel free to message me if I can do anything to make it up to you #wheatley #portal 2 #portal secret santa #wheatley x reader #core!wheatley

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ninja-go-to-therapy · 2 months

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Dismantled Chapter 10

ao3

happy leap yeap

Trigger Warnings: light mentions of murder

1689 words

Leo was drowning.

He was no Raph, but he was finally beginning to understand why he went savage when separated from his brothers.

He had never been so desperate.

As much as they wanted it to, their current method of knocking down every door in New York just wasn’t working. They needed resources. The problem was that the only one that could probably find Donnie was (you guessed it) Donnie himself.

But where else could they possibly turn? It’s not like they had any other super geniuses on hand. Or even someone with enough resources to make up for it.

Unless… no. That never went well.

But there was someone that he knew would have resources like that. Resources that would get Donnie home to them that much quicker.

But god, it was risky. And the others would never agree. Or maybe they would. Would they? What if he brought it up and he was shut down?

Would it be worth it to just… keep it a little bit of a secret? It was always better to ask for forgiveness rather than permission, in his experience, but… this was a whole other thing. This wasn’t stealing a cookie from the cookie jar. This was a dangerous secret mission that could land him in some seriously hot water.

No. He didn’t care what he had to give up in exchange. He didn’t care what the price would be. Whatever it was, he would pay it and it would be worth it. His family would get over it, if it let them find Donnie alive.

He’d made up his mind. He was going to pay a little visit to the Hidden City’s favorite crime lord.

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With his ōdachi on hand, sneaking out wasn’t the hard part. That would be everything that came after he landed in a heap on the floor of Big Mama’s office.

If she was surprised at his rough entrance, she didn’t show it. She didn’t even look at him at first, reading over some papers in her gross spider claws. Did spiders have claws? Wait, that didn’t matter.

He opened his mouth to explain himself, but before he could get a single word out, she put up a… hand? He really wasn’t sure, but again, irrelevant. Anyway, she put up a hand or something, eyes not once leaving whatever she was so preoccupied with.

Probably boring business stuff. Maybe taxes? Did someone like her even pay taxes?

He dusted himself off, sitting down in the chair he’d just slightly missed in his tumble through the portal. He sat up straight, crossing his arms and hoping that he was portraying just how serious he was. He wasn’t use to that, but there was a first time for everything.

After several minutes of Big Mama slowly (and he meant slowly, he was sure she was doing it on purpose) sifting through her forms, she finally straightened the stack with a few taps on her desk, before setting them down neatly.

Finally, she looked up, addressing him for the first time in the many minutes he’d been waiting around. “What a splendid surprise,” she said with a smile that oozed false sweetness. “To what do I owe the pleasure, turtley-boo?”

His stomach churned with anxiety. This was such a bad idea. Especially considering it could have been her who had taken Donnie all along! But… no, he’d made up his mind. He’d face the consequences it would bring.

“My brother has gone missing,” he finally offered through grit teeth.

She nodded. “So I’ve heard! Quite the tragic tale, but I’m afraid I haven’t got a diddly-do to do with that!”

Big Mama was a lot of things. A liar, a manipulator, a crime lord… the list went on. But the most important thing she was? Flashy. If she’d taken Donnie, the whole yokai-world would know about it. So, against his better judgment… he was actually inclined to believe her.

“I know,” he said, slumping slightly into his seat. That wasn’t to say he was letting his guard down. He’d be a fool to fall prey to her tricks again. “I want to…” was he really doing this?

The fear of what could have already become of his twin was enough to get the words out. “I want to make a deal.”

In an instant, Big Mama perked up, her many eyes zeroing in on him. “Oh, well why didn’t you say so, turtley-boo? What type of deal are we talking?”

No going back. He just had to commit. For his family. “I need your help,” he said, spitting it out before he could change his mind. “With your resources, finding Donnie will go so much faster and… I don’t know how much time he has left.”

“Ooh, tracking down a taken turtle sounds like quite the tiresome task! You do realize payment will be rather… high?”

Leo set his jaw, nodding. He knew. He knew, and it would be worth it. “Name your price, spider lady.”

She was grinning. He felt a lot like a fly wandering into her web.

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Mikey closed the door of his bedroom as slowly and quietly as he could, one hand against the frame to reduce the noise of it finally clicking shut. He let out a breath, turning around — only to nearly crash into Leo.

He just barely stopped himself from colliding with his brother, falling back against the wall in his effort to re-direct himself. Leo stared at him with wide eyes. Aw, shit, he was totally busted.

Don’t give anything away, he told himself. Leo might not know what he was actually doing!

“Whatcha doing?”

Mikey laughed awkwardly. “Oh, me? I was just gonna go to bed early… and stuff.”

“Okay.”

Wait, seriously? That had been easy.

“I think… I think I’m gonna do the same thing,” he agreed, punctuated with a heavy yawn. “G’night, Mike.”

“Night,” he echoed softly, watching until Leo stumbled down the hall to his own bedroom. The guy really did look exhausted, for some reason. But as far as Mikey knew, he hadn’t been out searching or anything, and that’s all they’d really been doing recently…

But hey, Leo hadn’t questioned him, and that was what mattered, right now. He couldn’t believe he’d bought that!

Satisfied that no one else would come out to catch him, Mikey continued to the nearest sewer grate.

It wasn’t that Mikey wanted to lie to his brothers. It was just that the only way he could do anyone any good was by going behind their backs!

Here was the thing. He’d only initially planned to give a starving used-to-be-supervillain some food once. But he’d sort of… gone back a few times afterwards.

If the others knew, they’d put a stop to it immediately! They wouldn’t trust Draxum as far as they could throw him! That wasn’t to say that even Mikey fully trusted him yet… but he’d yet to try anything. And that spoke volumes, didn’t it? Even when he had been a bad guy, he’d never tried to really manipulate them into joining him. He figured that if he did try anything, it would be an outright attack. And… considering his state right now, Mikey kind of doubted that.

Generally, he could read people. Pretty well, if he did say so himself. Draxum just kind of seemed like a harmless, sad, and bitter old man now. It was just like the movie Up! Mikey had been a Todd Scout… so yeah, it was basically the same.

And slowly but surely, the Baron had begun to open up (not without a fight, of course). With just a little more time, he could start worming some knowledge out of him! And… even if he couldn’t, it wasn’t like rehabilitating the guy was a waste of time. Pushing someone from supervillainy to civilian…y, was still a good thing.

If Mikey couldn’t help Donnie, at least he could help someone. But oh, he would help Donnie. He wouldn’t stop until he did.

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“So…” Mikey began as he took a bite of his food, “is there like… some kind of locator spell you might know of? Y’know… for people?”

From across the picnic table they’d settled at, Draxum chewed his rice, eyes narrowed at the orange-banded turtle.

Mikey had been experimenting with different human cuisines, determined to figure out what Draxum did and didn’t like. He hadn’t threatened his life yet, so he’d kept coming back with new foods for him to try. He figured that for a homeless guy, he wasn’t really in the position to pass up free food. Tonight was Chinese take-out, complete with the fortune cookies.

“You’re not going to stop bothering me about this, are you?” he finally asked with a tired sigh.

Mikey’s beak twitched into a semi-apologetic frown. “Im sorry, I just — I know you can help. And I can repay you! I’m not like, super liquid right now, but I can do something else!”

Draxum looked unimpressed. “What could you possibly offer me?”

“Well, besides giving you free food all the time — you’re welcome,” he snarked, taking a moment to wrack his brain. “Uhh… okay, I don’t know right now, but I swear I’ll do whatever — I will literally get you an apartment, dude, just please help me.”

“An… apartment?” he asked, like he wasn’t entirely sure what that was. Yokai did have apartments, didn’t they?

“Think about it,” Mikey said, the idea coming to life in his brain, “you would have a roof over your head — protection from the elements! A place to store extra food!”

“And how exactly do you plan to do this?”

“Don’t… don’t even worry about that. I’ll figure it out. Are you in?”

Draxum just stared at him for a long time, the food all but forgotten. Finally, he let out a drawn-out groan. “Fine.”

“Ohmigosh, really?” Mikey squealed.

“Yes,” he sighed, “but don’t make me regret this.”

“Oh, you won’t! This’ll be awesome! Where do we start? What kinda mystic mojo do you got in that big old brain of yours?” “We start,” he said, already exasperated, “at the market.”

#rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #kat writes #fanfiction #fic #rottmnt fic #rottmnt angst #rottmnt whump #dismantled #leonardo hamato #michelangelo hamato #big mama rottmnt #baron draxum

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wintertimestoryteller · 1 year

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Linked Universe x Reader Fairy Tale Collection

A gift for @luimagines , thank you for listening to my rambles and for writing the original prompt and all your work in the fandom so far, it's just the opening chapter in a full fic, and I'm not fully satisfied with it nor all that good of a writer an English is not my first language, but I did my best XD.

Once again, thank you.

-Just an Anon on a Stroll 🐚/WintertimeStoryteller.

Opening Act, Scene I

It was a cool, beautiful summer night, the fields of Hyrule beautiful under the moon's light, the stars shone, and the fire crackled merrily away. to the side there was the sounds of lighthearted chatter as everyone finished settling in for the night as Wild took over cooking duties, it's been a while since you've started traveling with the Chain and peaceful as it was, traveling on the road for so long and never knowing when you'd all be spirited away again by a portal to face the shadow and it's tricks could leave anyone on edge and homesick.

Hence, with a night as lovely as this, it was the perfect time for stories to get the group to relax, and today was your turn, everyone likes tales of many kinds, and you had many from your world to tell, as many as you remembered anyway, and it was always a treat to see the heroes of Hyrule look forward to you telling them and a balm to your soul and theirs. A simple and nice distraction.

"-And so the doorknob was placed onto the door, everyone in the family and village held their breath, a beat later. And the house was engulfed by a warm, golden light, one of the hinges moving on it's own as if to welcome them all back inside as their gifts returned, causing celebration to spread through the hidden village. Now finally reunited, they could step forward to a brighter tomorrow as one no matter what they'll face, the end." You finished, pausing to take a big breath and a sip of water to soothe your parched throat, trying to condense an entire one hour movie into a a different format can take a lot of time. At least you didn't add in the songs.

Flushing slightly as you try to ignore the eyes of your enraptured audience, had anyone told you a few months before that you'd be stuck in Hyrule with arguably some of the strongest men in it's history in what's basically an almost textbook definition of the Hero's Journey, you'd have probably laughed in their face. Now here you are, telling stories from your world around a campfire, with two long since dozed off Heroes by your side.

Honestly, even if without finding out just how you were going to set up your bedroll with Sky and Wind both pinning your legs down wasn't a minor issue, you probably wouldn't have it any other way.

"That was probably one of the more sweet stories you've told yet." Came from Twilight, ruffling your hair with a smile, Hyrule nodding from his side and chiming in with a head tilt, "It's fairly open ended though, isn't it? It's not like the problem was really solved. What if the house starts cracking again?"

"He's right, it can't have been that simple as just 'hugging and talking it out.'" came the scoff from Legend, derisive as he aided Four in sharpening the Chain's weapons for another day on the road. The smith lightly elbowing him on the side, making you chuckle.

Humming while shifting just enough so your leg won't fall asleep, you answer, "Well, clearly it isn't, problems like the ones told in this story aren't just solved in a day and all. It's difficult to break a bad habit, or to try not to strive for perfection or notice you're wrong. But it's a step in the right direction no? So it's worth something."

"I see, so basically like scars."

"Precisely!" Came your nod to Hyrule as you smiled warmly at him. His ears twitched, how cute, "Can't exactly swing a sword at a wound and hope it goes away after all, it will heal in time, even if the marks remain."

"Have any other good ones for today, o' lauded storyteller? Be a nice thing to fall asleep to, a beautiful voice telling us even more lovely stories." Came a faint nudge from Warriors as he winks, you lightly push him back with a small smack to the shoulder, playful in nature even as he leaned back, mock wounded, it brings a smile to your face, "Flattery will get you nowhere, I did say I'd rotate them didn't I? I won't go back to your favorite just yet."

"Worth a try anyway."

"Oh! Could we maybe have that one about the girl in the tower? It's been a while since you've told that one." Asked Wild eagerly as he handed you a bowl of soup, which you gratefully accepted, it smelled divine and honestly? It is a fantastic motivator in getting you to agree. Besides you can't really go wrong with Rapunzel, it's one of the classics for a reason.

"Or you could surprise us, no pressure." Chimed in Four from his side of camp, "You honestly seem to know a lot of them, why not tell us one you really like instead? To make it fair." He smirks a bit, "Although if one about a certain little brave mice is your favorite..."

"Don't think I don't see your angle mister." You make a small 'I have my eyes on you' gesture towards him, making the Hero of Minish raise his hands in surrender, you both giggle, "Well, I wouldn't say I know that many...", You chuckle sheepishly behind your soup, "I just heard many back home in many ways and my memory is decent enough, is all. Hm... Do you think it's getting too late for one more, Time? I'll retell the one from today later on when it's my turn again, it's only fair everyone gets to hear it rather than miss out since Wind and Sky fell asleep midway too."

The leader of the group, who had just returned from his shift with the Hero of Calamity and The First Hero and was just in the process of putting most of his armor down turned to you, voice steady as he inclines his head, "We'll need to move on early, but there's not too much rush so one more should be fine. Thank you, (Reader)."

"Oh? Find anything interesting?" Asked Warriors, helping Legend and Four organize and put away the weapons (and failing in snagging the fire rod, from what you can see).

"We discovered a village up further ahead, if we all wake up bright and early tomorrow it won't be that much of a walk. It's close by, but it's best if we rest here for today." He nods to you, smiling slightly, it really wasn't much, but it warmed you how eager they all could get for a story, "So by all means, the floor is yours. Let's see what you can come up with."

"No pressure at all with that, I'm totally not nervous." You playfully rolled your eyes.

"Not at all, you have always done a brilliant job without asking for anything back in and out of the battlefield. We have no reason to believe it will be different now when you've been an incredible storyteller as well." Reassured First, coming by to sit by the fire, from the corner of your eye. You see Calamity nodding along, subtly sitting close and leaning against your other side, Wild giving him an amused look at his anticipation but wisely not calling him out on it as he all but threw himself onto Twilight's side, burrowing and getting comfortable underneath his cloak as the Ordonian yelped, almost dropping his soup. Swallowing the last of your soup (and your nerves) along with it and coughing into your fist to hide a blush, regretfully catching sight and ear of affirmations and nods around the camp as the boys rounded up against the hearth as the last of today's chores was done, you wrack your head for words and for which story to tell next.

Staying composed while having the unwavering support and attention of most of the heroes of Hyrule is quite nerve wracking and flattering in equal measure, can anyone blame you for being flustered?

You had already gone through most of the fairy tales from the West, from Snow White to Beauty and the Beast and Rapunzel and now Encanto, there's their original versions, the one's that weren't made into movies that is, but it would likely just put everyone on edge so we'll save those for another day, it's such a lovely night. You'd loathe to make it sour even if most of those had a good ending, but maybe... Something Eastern? To mix it up, a lightbulb goes off in your head as you grin, giggling, you have it! "Alright then, one more, since you all are so eager." You wink, "Usually the audience knows best. Now, let us start." Taking a deep breath, your voice takes on a lighter, soft tone, the heroes get comfortable, all of you miss the glare of crimson eyes deep in the darkness of the woods. Brief as it was, none would look too closely at a dark colored owl after all, "Once upon a time, there was a brave, noble prince, one day. A maddened, dying god attacked his people and he was cursed defending them, fated to die young..."

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"If you keep glaring like that, your face will get stuck in that ugly expression." Came a lilting, amused tune, poking the owl between the eyes, laughing as it attempted to bite them through the mask, "Although maybe it would be an improvement to that horrible, nasty mug. For a shape shifter you sure don't make good use of your abilities, are you sure you're up to the task? Having an awful looking performer not playing a wretched character is bad for business."

"Silence." Hissed the owl, flying out of their shoulder and, in a twisting, distinctively wrong surge of shadows. A form like a man's stand in front of the masked figure, unnaturally sharp teeth bared into a too wide smile, "You have your job, I have my own. The question is whether you'll deliver or not. Are you ready?"

The voice hummed, smirking as they pat the Shadow's shoulder, lightly pushing him away, "Don't worry your pretty, wretched head about it. You gave me all I need, play nice once they get here. And I'll give you your rupees worth, I'm not know to disappoint." They look up at the moon as the wraith snarls, but vanishes, laughing as they open a leather bound book, "What a lovely night indeed... Now, let's set the stage, and have some fun, shall we?"

Opening Act, End Scene I.

#linked universe #linked universe au #linked universe x reader #linked universe fanfic #not tagging any boys x reader yet since it's just the opening act #slow start because both reader and the boys can have a bit of soft and slow before it all inevitably comes crashing down. as a treat #Also added in Cal/Age of Calamity Link and First #I know they're not proper part of the Luverse #And that they weren't in the og prompt #But I felt like mixing it up and I know a good chunk of the folks basically adopted them as canon anyway so may as well #Though of adding Spirit/Spirit Tracks Link but still deciding on which story would fit him best plus I don't write Wind x Reader stuff #When I do they have to be the same age or it's just. not okay? So deciding wether I should properly add him or not #but pretend he's there and asleep with Wind and Sky if y'all like #lu sky #lu four #lu time #lu twilight #lu wind #lu legend #lu hyrule #lu warriors #lu calamity #lu first #trust me there's a reason they're in this story besides variety and my sleep deprivation #lu wild #lu chain #lu fanfiction #lu dark link #Dink gets some help this time #he hired them and questions every single second wether or not that's a good idea

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mutable-manifestation · 1 year

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The Ghost King (of Miscommunication) Ch. 24

Part 1-12,Part 13,Part 14,Part 15, Part 16, Part 17, Part 18, Part 19, Part 20, Part 21, Part 22, Part 23

Part 24!

Me, trying to write the DC characters in-character and desperately trying to sort through the various timeline changes to get a rough idea of how they should/would behave, in patrick star voice: WHO ARE YOU PEOPLE!?

Anyway, this took forever but here it is.

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Deadman is really feeling his namesake not five minutes into Batman grilling him for details on the Realms.

The guy sure can glare.

‘I don’t know what the majority of the place looks like because I never left Rama’s side when I was there’ is apparently unhelpful, but he can offer them what he read about it - an endless expanse dotted with doors and islands and other small structures.

“Doors are always lairs - ghost homes, basically - if they’re floating alone, but the ones on islands can be normal doors - mostly. You can kind of get a feel for which are which. Islands vary from lairs to wilds, but you can’t really tell based on appearance since a ghost might just want a jungle lair. Our best bet is to just not open any doors or land on any islands.”

“If everything is floating, is it like space? I mean, is there even any air in there?” Flash asks, brow raised.

“Yeah kind of! And no, everything is made of ectoplasm.”

“You said it was human-safe,” Robin glares.

“It is!” Deadman smiles guilelessly.

“How are we meant to breathe if everything is made of this ‘ectoplasm’?”

Apparently ‘You just do’ isn’t a very reassuring answer.

He throws his hands up at the collective bat-glares.

“Hey, hey, don’t shoot the messenger. I dunno what to tell ya here. Humans have ventured into the Zone before and they were breathing just fine. Went back to the land of the living in one piece with no problems. I’m no scientist, I can’t begin to tell ya the hows or the whys of it, but I guarantee you can all breathe just fine in there. Double-cross my core and everything. If it’ll make you feel better you can always bring air tanks or somethin.”

“Right,” Signal sighs, “We’ll figure something out. If we need to fly to traverse the place we’re probably better off taking the jet anyway, assuming you can make a big enough portal?”

“Uh,” Deadman stares at him, wide-eyed. “Who can make a what-now?”

“A portal,” Red Robin interjects. “If they’re required for you to access your home realm there’s no way you don’t know how to make them. How else would you have gotten to the ‘Zone’ originally to ‘not leave Rama’s side’?"

“Yeah, no,” he crosses his arms in an X for emphasis. “Portal powers are rare. Like, rare-rare, even in - maybe even especially in - the Realms. Rama can communicate through the veil with little effort, but even she had to use a complex ritual to summon me to her side and later send me back.”

“And yet the wolf just tore one open with a swipe of his hand,” Red Robin notes.

“Yeah, because he’s Wulf - it’s his name, by the by. With a ‘u.’”

“You know him?” Batman demands, leaning forward even more attentively.

“I know of him. I’m pretty sure no ghost doesn’t, what with how he’s the right hand of the High King of the Infinite Realms and all.”

“‘High King of the Infinite Realms?’” Constantine pipes up, voice high and strained.

“Yep,” Deadman pops the ‘p.’ “High King of the Infinite Realms, King of the Dead, or just ‘The Ghost King.’ He’s the guy that has the final say on everything in the realms. Like, if Hades and Anubis get into a fight, he’s the one to break it up, that kinda thing.”

There’s a long silence at that.

“But there’s no need to worry!” Deadman hastens to amend when the quiet stretches worryingly long. “The current king is a nice guy! He’s hailed as a hero for defeating the old tyrant king, Pariah Dark after he escaped the Sarcophagus of Forever Sleep. And he’s been making a lot of positive reforms ever since he took the throne! Look on the bright side! At least you know your guy is getting the comfy treatment!”

“This entire mission hinges on us having access to the Infinite Realms,” Batman states, ignoring Deadman’s attempt at positivity and the implications of his son apparently being taken in by ghost royalty. “Do you think the ritual that was used for you to cross over would work for this?”

“I doubt it. It wasn’t a portal, I was literally just. Summoned. Here one moment, there the next, no tears in space involved.”

“Lucky us,” Oracle pipes up from where she’d been typing away since Wulf first swept Jason away, “We might have another option. I’ve got a few hits on ‘ectoplasm’ in the system. Old files - like, really old - and three of them mention portals.”

Tentative relief floods the room at a solution presenting itself nearly the moment the problem crops up.

“Two locations,” she continues, putting a picture of an…eccentric building on the display. “The first is a ghost-themed gift shop-slash-museum in a small town in Illinois. Records show the previous owners to be self-proclaimed ghost hunters with what the shop’s website calls a ‘full armory of ecto-weapons, sensors, and defensive tools.’ Apparently they sell replicas, keep the originals for the museum display. The portal has since shut down but the new owners have kept everything well-preserved and documented, despite passing it all off as a heavily-themed tourist trap.”

“A promising lead if the tech is truly functional,” Batman muses. “And the second?”

“An abandoned mansion in the middle of Wisconsin. Apparently the owner went missing but has automatic pay set up for taxes and things to remain ready for his return ‘in perpetuity’ - at least, until the money runs out - even in the event of his untimely death. Some financial consultant manages the whole thing, and has ever since he picked up where his father left off around 50 years ago.”

She takes a second to replace the eccentric building with two more images - a grand castle and a lab straight out of a mad science cartoon.

Or a very thematically dedicated rouge.

“Some housekeeping staff reported odd stuff in the basement, and a now-defunct government branch called the Ghost Investigation Ward - which was only functional for 3 years - came in and classified a lot of the stuff as ‘ecto-tech’ and even documented the presence of a ‘ghost-portal.’ They were going to claim the ecto-tech for research, but the Ward was shut down before the project could get any further. If it works like the paperwork claims, we may just have our way in.”

“If they were finding working portals to the afterlife then why was the Ward shut down?” Red Robin asks, disbelief scrawled across the visible parts of his face.

“A lot of things. Trespassing, destruction of property, entry without a warrant, false imprisonment, use of untested weapons, reckless endangerment, child endangerment, loitering, littering, stalking, harassment, emotional and psychological distress, assault… the list drags on. Apparently they were more lucky than competent, stepped on a lot of toes. Then they left some kind of weapon lying around and it ended up killing two kids. The parents and community as a whole had enough at that point - most of their work was in a single location, specifically the town with the museum portal - and came at them with every charge that they had any evidence for. Which was almost all of them.”

“Ah, so we might have a portal to literal hell or two just lying around in the middles of nowhere, America. And at least one of them is probably booby-trapped with a few deadly weapons,” Constantine snips. “Perfect.”

“It’s not hell, Constantine, it’s the afterlife as a whole,” Deadman corrects.

Constantine does not look soothed.

“The castle first,” Batman decides. “The sooner we get to Red Hood back, the better. Red Robin, get in touch with the consultant. Oracle, get a list of all the ecto-tech the Illinois location claims to have and what it can do. Flash, given your reaction to the portal earlier do you believe it would be better for you to remain behind?”

Flash flinches.

“I…just being near it was…horrifying. Going through it…I don’t know if I can. If the other side all feels that way….” He shudders. “I think I’d be better off guarding the portal from this side of things.”

“Right,” Batman agrees before turning back to Constantine. “What can we do to prevent a repeat of the earlier possession while we’re in there.”

Constantine’s right eye twitches, but he barely has a chance to open his mouth when Deadman answers for him.

“Oh, there’s no need to worry about that!”

Constantine slams a hand on the table as he stands.

“Like bloody hell there’s no need! If we go in there without preparation we’re all liable to end up short a ‘self’ to control!”

“You’re still thinkin in terms’a this side of things, Constantine. Things don’t work like that in the Zone.”

“What, so humans are just suddenly immune to being possessed so long as they’re surrounded by ghosts?” He tosses his arms in the air disbelievingly.

“No, I mean a living being in the Zone can choose to be outta step with it. Kinda like how stronger ghosts can choose to be outta step with this side to phase through things, or how I’m outta step by default. Living beings aren’t from the Zone so if you kinda focus on that lack of hold, nothing in the Zone can affect you - including possession. It’s why the new king kept some of the restrictions on bringing real-world items into the Zone - usually it requires a level of sentience, but without special care even generally inanimate objects could end up as untouchable debris somewhere. They can still follow you back to the human realm to hurt you, though, so I’d highly recommend avoiding inciting any grudges while we’re in there,” he tags on hastily.

“‘Generally inanimate?’” Batman asks.

“Eh, ecto does whacky things to real-world items sometimes,” Deadman shrugs. “It takes, like, at least a decade usually, but they can sort of gain just enough awareness to not want to be touched - like a flower fleeing shadows to chase the sun.”

“Poetic.”

“Eh, just trying to distinguish from, like, bugs and animals and stuff.”

“Right. We’ll have to run some tests from this side of the portal first. Given the involvement of this ‘High King’ I’d say this is an all-hands situation.”

“Given the way my powers work,” Shazam speaks up, “this High King is apparently my powers’ sources’ boss, I definitely want to be there.”

“Indeed,” Aquaman adds. “As a fellow King it is important to establish diplomatic retort. While the lead-up to this meeting is somewhat unfortunate, we can hope the conclusion will be as peaceful as Deadman believes and work towards that very outcome.”

Green Lantern and Wonder Woman nod their agreement.

“Then I will remain here, to look after the Earth in your absence,” Martian Manhunter says.

“I’ll let Guy and John know to contact you if anything comes up, then,” Hal nods.

With that, Batman stands.

“Let’s move.”

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Kevin Bordair - the estate manager for the departed Vlad Masters - was more than happy to have them explore the lab.

He had been very hands-off with the lab, as his father had instructed, but that lack of information on what might be festering down there….

When he’d looked over the more publicly available Fenton documents he’d discovered that it was…inadvisable to leave most of the materials in an ecto-lab to fester. Without proper filtration for so long there could be explosive results if anything turned on.

No one he’d contacted had wanted to enter the place.

His only saving grace was that the weapons were largely dormant and the portal had mysteriously shut down on its own some 20 years before he took over.

The lab itself didn’t have anything in the way of instructions - presumably the previous owner kept them all digital, but no one wanted to risk turning on the computer without a guarantee that it wouldn’t blow up.

Luckily, Bordair was eager for the potential to have them deal with the mess and had brought print-outs of the Fenton documents - including blueprints for the weapons and the portal that hadn’t been available digitally.

Most of the writing on them was practically chicken scratch, but between Oracle and Red Robin’s technical expertise they were able to work out a proper filtration method.

Five hours later, they had just enough clean ectoplasm to start up the portal and power a few of the net devices they’d found lying around. The rest was too decayed to use and none of the notes explained how to extract or synthesize more - the Illinois location’s documents stated that all of its ecto had been ‘properly disposed of’ decades ago.

The portal whirred up surprisingly quietly, green blooming to life with no more noise than the gentle hum of a refrigerator.

A portal to the afterlife, torn open with less effort than it took to put the Riddler back in Arkham after an escape.

Superman was the first to venture in - to test the atmosphere for the more squishy members of their groups, as well as the comms.

He reappeared not 10 seconds after he entered.

“Deadman was right, empty space all around. We’ll need to expand the portal to fit the batplane or pair off into flight-capable teams. No trouble breathing - felt just like an in-Earth atmosphere to me - but there’s nothing on the comms on my end.”

“I could just get us all some ghost phones?” Deadman offers, drawing all eyes to him.

“That’s a thing?” Constantine asks incredulously.

“Yeah! The Ghost King 2: Electric Boogaloo ma-”

“I’m SORRY? Ghost King 2???” Constantine interrupts, standing from his slouch against the only non-weapon-covered wall.

“There’s more than one ghost king?” Batman demands.

“Well, yeah? There’s only one High King, of course, but he’s got two spouses - his wife The Ghost Queen and his husband. Apparently the observants wanted him to have the standard ‘Prince Consort’ title, but the High King and the Queen were not having it because it sounded belittling or like he was less important? Something like that. The point is that none of them liked it, So King 2 decided if they wanted him to have a title that differentiated him from the High King he’d title himself Ghost King 2: Electric Boogaloo.”

Deadman leans forward gleefully, “Rumor has it that the only reason the title was approved - without the High King having to force it through - is because the Queen & High King couldn’t stop laughing whenever the observants said the title to try and contest it, which just made the big O’s angrier and angrier until they just ended up signing the approval to get them to leave.

Anyway, King 2 is all about tech stuff and he - alongside his right hand, Technus - is responsible for adapting modern technology to work throughout the greater zone. Fully functional stuff with all the bells and whistles are pretty limited, but simple headsets for vocal chat are pretty easy to get.”

“…Can you guarantee that we won’t just phase through them,” Batman asks.

“Nah,” he answers, waving a hand carelessly, “The old models are made with a split of real-world and ghost-zone materials, nothing can phase through them.”

“Do they accept human currency?”

“...Maybe?”

“Maybe,” he deadpans, crossing his arms.

“Give me a break! I never needed ghost phones before!”

“Do you even know where to get them?”

“Um. Most major lairs are supposed to have extras…?”

Batman pinches the bridge of his nose, taking a deep breath.

Red Robin coughs pointedly before he can begin to address the various problems with Deadman’s suggestion.

“The Fentonworks location lists having a dozen devices called ‘Fenton Phones’ in their display. Supposedly meant to act as interdimensional communication devices. If we sacrifice one of the nets we should have enough spare ectoplasm to power them all.”

“Flash.”

“On it!”

“Right. Expanding the portal isn’t feasible given the limited supply of ectoplasm. We can’t afford to damage this. We’ll have to pair off into teams of two - one flight-capable member each-” he cuts himself off, noticing the sudden hand waving in the air. “Yes, Deadman?”

“So, uh, mighta forgot to mention this before, but that’s really not necessary. Remember how I said you’re ‘out of step’ with the ghost zone? Yeah, you can also fly.”

“...I see. Are there any other things we might do in the ghost zone that we should be aware of in advance,” Batman asks, suppressing an eye twitch.

“Not really. Just don’t go offering up soul bits to randos like JohnCon here and try not to offend anybody.”

Constantine’s eye twitches.

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The museum is more than happy to lend them the Fenton Phones, thankfully. Once they’re all online they have just enough for each member of the team being sent in - Shazam, Green Lantern, Superman, Batman, Orphan, Red Robin, Signal, Wonder Woman, Aquaman, Constantine, and Deadman - and one for the team guarding the portal - Flash, Oracle, and Robin.

Down to two working net devices, they leave one with Robin in case of a ghost escaping into the living - a valid concern since the portal will have to remain open due to the lack of a seal other than ‘turn it off.’

The other stays with Batman for their journey into the zone.

He hopes things will remain peaceful as Deadman claims, and the ability to not allow themselves to be untouched made him much less uncomfortable going in with so little in the way of gear. Still, better safe than sorry - even if Deadman, Shazam, and Constantine should be able to act if needed - thus, the net.

Another quick test by Superman verifies the headsets work between the castle and the Zone, and Batman himself jumps in to test intra-zone communications - as well as to verify the flight ability.

With that confirmed and Deadman’s confirmation that he knows the way - mostly - and that it shouldn’t take more than a few hours to arrive, the rest of the Zone team files through the portal, taking a moment to get their bearings.

987 miles away, Dick and Stephanie lay sleeping in their rooms after their cover-patrol while Alfred has his breakfast and prays for his family’s safety. Below them all, a glowing green note falls to the floor in an empty cave.

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Fun Fact(s): Danny doesn’t do the whole ‘servant’ thing, but he got Wulf perma-freed from Walker’s prison unless Danny approved the imprisonment first (which he wouldn’t do without a good reason, and bringing in living world books doesn’t count)

& Wulf was like ‘I owe you’ to which Danny was like ‘Hey you really don’t have to but I should be able to make my own portals at some point and if you don’t mind can you teach me how so I can find xyz quicker to keep improving the GZ’ to which Wulf was like ‘of course! :D’

And he just kinda took to retrieving people/things on Danny’s behalf while he was still learning - akin to how Fright Knight retrieved stuff (crown, amity park, probably a few people’s heads/cores on a platter, etc) for Pariah Dark, earning Wulf the title ‘Right Hand of the High King of the Infinite Realms’ despite the fact that it was only sporadic stuff over the course of, like, three years (yeah, the portal power was a lot), which is how Deadman recognizes him (from the ‘Read these or else’ books)

Tucker absolutely jokingly refers to Technus as his minion sometimes (bc they’re tech buds now & Tuck’s a king. Just some friendly teasing) But the gossip chain don’t care, the gossip chain just went: That’s king 2’s minion [like wulf w a less-flattering title]

A scene I wanted to add but couldn’t make work: Superman: And also how anyone else is supposed to move in there, given the lack of a ground?

Batman: the what

Deadman, seeing opportunity: you just float

Batman: some of us can’t float

Deadman, grinning: We all float down there

Batman, who has seen the movie:...

#dpxdc #comedy-horror of errors #jl pov

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penflicks · 9 months

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Prompt: Skloom and Stellatrix accidentally or on purpose go on double date. Sibling rivalry ensues

"What do you mean we're kicked out the house?" Beatrix wailed pitifully, calculated to get Andreas to relent.

"I put my foot down and we're going to have a romantic night in so you two can't be here," Saul cut in before Andreas could change his mind.

The boyfriend was onto her, and she wasn't pleased at how quickly he was learning. If he worked her out much more she'd have to admit he was her second dad. It was entirely unreasonable of him. Even worse than him caring enough to learn her was that she was starting to like him.

"I get throwing Sky out, but I can be quiet up in my room with a soundproofing spell on!" Beatrix tried one last time.

"Hey!" Sky looked up from where he was undoubtedly already texting Bloom to arrange a date. He really didn't love Andreas as much as she did.

"Little Storm, you are going out because I'm going to fuck Saul against every flat surface of this house," Andreas broke the bad news gently. Beatrix gave him her most heartbroken look.

"Not in my room!" Sky looked up again alarmed.

"Or mine." Beatrix crossed her arms over her chest and sulked.

"Agreed. Now go out." Saul shooed them out of the house and closed the door firmly behind them.

"Thrown out of my own house!" Beatrix wailed and flopped down on the front step in mild overdramatic despair.

"Come on, Bloom and Stella have agreed to have a double date out bowling with us." Sky pulled Beatrix to her feet and threw her over his shoulder while she did her best impression of a corpse. "You'll have fun."

"I wont." Beatrix decided.

"You will if you win or Stella kisses you, now stop being dramatic." Skey deposited her on the backseat where she only just managed to pull her legs in in time for them not to get shut in the door.

"Don't want to," Beatrix pouted and pulled her seatbelt on as Sky got in the driver's seat.

They met up with Stella who seemed surprised that Beatrix was in the backseat instead of the passenger's but opened the door anyway to help her girlfriend out as if she was an important dignitary and Stella her guard. Beatrix beamed.

"She acted like I was her taxi driver the whole way." Sky rolled his eyes and accepted a hug from Stella.

"You're not getting a tip with that attitude," Beatrix told him.

"I'm never explaining something to you again! Stella, Stella save me. She didn't know what a tip was yesterday and ever since she's been threatening not to tip me. That's not even an insult." Sky rested his head on Stella's shoulder while Stella patted his back grinning.

Beatrix dragged Sky off her girlfriend with a little growl and Stella used her ring to open a portal that would open near the closest bowling alley to Bloom's house.

As soon as the three of them stepped through Sky was tackled by an excitable Bloom. The two of them insisted on being so cute that Beatrix made a gagging noise and turned away. Before she could go anywhere Stella wrapped her arms around Beatrix's waist and pulled her back against her chest.

"Is my girl being a pest?" Stella whispered in her ear.

"I'm being very well behaved," Beatrix told her innocently. "Now what's so good about bowling?"

"Come on, let me show you." Stella kissed her cheek and led the way inside.

"You won't me to put on those?!" Beatrix exclaimed after Stella had paid and she was shown the shoes. Sky, the bastard, had turned up at the moment already filming her horror at the footwear. "This is a trick!"

"They're bowling shoes," Bloom explained trying not to giggle. She was failing. "It's to stop you scratching the floor which would mean the balls can't roll as well."

"This is the most evil idea for a date ever," Beatrix sulked but when everyone else had put on the shoes (and Sky had stopped filming) she did too. "Stella, please, glamour them. Just make them black instead of red and white," Beatrix whimpered pathetically. This whole afternoon was the worst she'd had since Rosalind had been killed and her magic returned. Even recovering with 14 stitches in her head had been better.

"Alright." Stella kissed her hair, pulled one of her bunches and turned their shoes black with a flick of her wrist.

"We'll get hotdogs and loaded fries and slushies after the first game," Bloom promised as she walked up to the screen to set their game up.

"I might not last that long, I've got a big appetite." Sky chucked his jacket down and went to examine the bowling balls. "You probably want to use one of these ones, Beatrix, they're the lightest."

"I'm strong!" Beatrix hissed like a fluffed kitten. She knew she'd done it because Stella was desperately trying to hide a giggle. "Wait, what's a slushie?"

"I'll get us some, you're getting blue raspberry, Beatrix, welcome to artificial flavourings - what the first world does best!" Sky darted off to join a small line as what looked like a brightly lit and brightly coloured bar.

"I'd better put him last in the turn order then," Bloom said watching him. "Do we want barriers up? It's been a while since I last played but I think my aim was pretty good."

"I have great aim," Beatrix asserted.

"Beatrix hasn't played before, and I am not getting 5 gutterballs like the last time I played. Put them up," Stella decreed.

Beatrix quickly discovered a few things about bowling, firstly that hotdogs, loaded fries and slushies were the best thing she'd ever tasted. It was so much better than what she'd grown up eating, because Andreas could cook -he'd had to learn how isolated as they were away from the world - but they never had junk food delivered. She was in heaven! It was like when she'd had a burger for the first time at Alfea and her delight at it filled her with love for everyone in the room. Then Sky had entered the cafeteria and she'd returned to normal.

The second thing she'd learnt, is that the balls were a lot heavier than they looked, Sky was very good at this game and Beatrix wanted to grind him into the dust with her victory. She also wanted to sneak a bowling ball out the building to use as a missile should Rosalind or any other nasty return from the dead or whatever pit they'd been tossed in.

The third thing was that the only thing better than getting a strike was Stella getting a strike because her firmly prim and proper girlfriend got goofy over the success. She would rush to Beatrix and kiss her in a way that made Beatrix feel like the other person who mattered.

Beatrix flopped back on the strange plastic sofas and sighed happily. Sky leaned over and booped her on the nose, but Beatrix was too comfortable to even threaten him over it.

"Bloom wants another game, and then we're all going on the arcade machines," Sky said. "I've texted Saul to make sure they'll be done by then."

"What'd they say?" Beatrix asked.

"They want to know we haven't killed each other, oh and Andreas says there's no curfew, find something else to do instead of coming back until late." Sky rolled his eyes.

"Tell them I've buried you in a shallow grave and timing how long it takes you to get out," Beatrix yawned.

Sky shorted and sent the text.

Beatrix's turn came around again and her phone rang, she frowned at it. Calling was not allo- oh it was Andreas. She should answer that.

"You normally text," Beatrix said as she answered the phone.

"Tell me you aren't burying Sky alive," Andreas grunted out. "I love you Little Storm, but if I have to come out there and dig him up you're grounded for a year."

"Oh no he was definitely dead when I buried him." Beatrix selected her ball, aimed and took her shot.

Saul squawked in horror at Beatrix's words and there was the sound of Sky's phone ringing. Beatrix shorted.

"Please play nice," Andreas said tiredly.

"Don't shag yourself to death, old man," Beatrix replied, then after a moment. "Love you too."

She hung up and turned to where Sky was promising Saul that yes he was alive, no he hadn't been buried and that yes he was having a good time." He didn't say 'love you' as he hung up because men are idiots and those two especially.

"Are you and Saul good now?" Bloom asked gently.

"Yeah, we're...finding a new normal. He's stopped staring out the kitchen window as if waiting for Andreas to return now too which is nice." Sky sniffed and looked away. "I think his heart's mending and I might finally have a proper place in it."

"Urgh, you're so dramatic!" Beatrix took the second part of her turn. A spare! "Go read his diary. He literally never shuts up about how much he loves you and how proud of you he is."

"He does?" Sky asked. "Wait you've read it?!"

"Yeah? I've read yours, Bloom's, Terra's - didn't understand most of it, too many plant things - and I'd have read Stella's too but I don't think she has one."

"You little," Bloom hissed. Her eyes sparked for a second went out and then she stood up. "That's it. You're going down." Bloom picked up a bowling ball and took her shot.

Beatrix grinned and snuggled against her long-suffering girlfriend.

"You are being a pest," Stella said fondly.

"Possibly, yes." Beatrix grinned. "I was badly socialised as a child."

"Your dad is Andreas, you never stood a chance." Stella dropped a kiss on Beatrix's lips. "Next week we're going to a family dinner and your job is to find uncle Arthur's diary. I've been dying to know what's in it since I was six."

"Easy," Beatrix smirked.

#fate winx saga #fate the winx saga #ftws #saundreas #sky of eraklyon #beatrix of eraklyon #skloom #stellatrix #It got away from me #I hope it's ok

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xiema · 7 months

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Feaks

The last thing Ezra could remember was finding Ahsoka in the world between worlds. When he wakes up, he finds himself in the Chiss Ascendancy.

Relationships:

Ezra Bridger & Vurawn(Thrawn)

Tags:

Time travil, Enemies to friends, Headcanon, Vurawn and Ezra are out for trouble, Chiss ocs, Family, Friendship

Proloque:

When Ezra Briger opened his eyes, reality hit him like a slap in the face, or rather as if a house had hit him, because that's how he felt. The last thing he remembered was finding Ahsoka alive and well in the world between worlds and the inferno of flames that nearly killed them both before they could save themselves through the portals.

In the rush, however, Ezra hadn't really paid attention to which of the countless portals he had jumped through and thus didn't really know where he had come out again. But when he looked around a bit he could say one thing for sure: he was definitely not in a rebel base, the medical equipment was too ... well, too good. Rebel bases normally didn't have the means to buy high quality equipment. At best, they could steal some from the Empire. But apart from that, none of the instruments looked familiar to him.

Where was he?

His question was not answered, but with a hiss the door of the room opened and a blue-skinned woman with pitch-black hair and white clothes entered the room. At first glance, Ezra thought she was a Pendoran, until he noticed the red-glowing eyes that seemed to be able to see into his soul. Ezra froze.

She looked like Thrawn.

Until now, Ezra had never seen another like Thrawn. At the same moment, it occurred to him that he didn't even know what species the Grand Admiral belonged to. The woman paid no attention to him at first, too busy reading something on her datapad, only after a while she started to talk. Not that it would have been better, since Ezra didn't understand a single word. Staring uncomprehendingly for a while later he dared to say anything at all. "I'm sorry, but I don't understand a single word," she was relatively unimpressed and changed to another language and then to another, this went on for quite a while, "I don't think we're getting anywhere like this." he said after a while, more to himself than to his counterpart.

Now it was her turn to stare at him uncomprehendingly, at least until her facial expression changed to more than just obvious frustration. She showed him her flat hand, symbolizing to stay there, and then quickly left the room again. At least that's what he thought she meant. However, Ezra would not be Ezra if he would listen to something like that, he just wanted to have a quick look around.

The woman had locked the door and he was sure that guards had been posted on the other side, but that didn't matter because the young Jedi didn't intend to use the door anyway. In contrast to the doors, the windows could be opened with ease. The cold air which blew from the sea directly to him made him shiver. The room was at a dizzying height, if he had to guess, he would say that he was on the tenth or eleventh floor. Still, he jumped without hesitation, stopping his impact with a burst of power and landing as softly as if he had jumped no higher than the edge of a bed.

A shiver ran through his whole body; it really was damn cold on this planet. Maybe, Ezra thought to himself, it hadn't been such a good idea to jump out the window without proper clothes after all, but he would endure. After all, he didn't plan to stay outside for long.

Suddenly Ezra felt something in the Force, right behind him. It was as if something was reaching for him, carefully, hesitantly, something small and weak, almost like a...a child. Ezra turned around, and sure enough, behind him, a small horde of children, all blue-skinned and with those mottled red-glowing eyes, were staring at him, full of curiosity and wonder. Only when he looked around he realized that he had landed not far from a playground, the children must have seen how he had jumped and thought what the force knows.

Traumatizing a couple of kids was definitely not part of the plan.

A boy with slightly darker skin than the others was brave enough to approach him cautiously, stretching out his small arm and nudging the young Jedi once against the leg before he jumped back to the others as if bitten by a tarantula.

Did they think he was a ghost? A soft laugh escaped Ezra and he sank to his knees to appear less threatening, while the children watched his every move with eagle eyes, as if he would dissolve should they even dare to blink.

"Don't worry, I'm flesh and blood just like you. My name is Ezra Bidger." he grinned and held out a hand to the children, only to remind himself a few moments later that they probably didn't understand Galactic Basic, if the woman couldn't do it. He pointed to himself "Ezra Bridger." and then held out his hand to them again. This time it was a girl walking towards him, her hair tied in two braids that hung over her shoulders. Her large red eyes eyed him with curiosity as she took his hand.

"Ina'luk'aneto," she said.

"Ina'luk'aneto" the Jedi repeated, not sure if he had pronounced it correctly, which apparently he hadn't, because the girl burst into giggles and shook her head wildly as if making fun of him. She tried again, this time slower, but Ezra couldn't for the life of him hear the difference. Then she suddenly said something different. "Aluka."

"Aluka?" maybe a nickname, Ezra wondered, and the girl nodded. Aluka turned to the others who had been watching the scene intently and said something to them that made the wariness fade from their eyes a little. One by one the others approached and each introduced himself and Ezra tried desperately to pronounce the strange names before each introduced himself with the nickname and before he knew it he was playing with the ball with the bunch of red-eyed children. Ezra didn't know the game, but after a few minutes he thought he understood the rules, even though he cut a pretty poor figure next to the kids.

Time flew by, the young Jedi had almost forgotten why he had spoken to the children in the first place, until he felt that little something in the Force again. Only this time he knew exactly where it came from.

At the other end of the playground, several statues stood close together - probably representing some important persons Ezra wouldn't know anyway - and behind one of them a small head stuck out and immediately disappeared behind the statue as soon as its owner realized the person had noticed him. Someone was shy, Ezra thought to himself and laughed softly as he began to slowly approach. Before he reached the stature he jumped up and landed behind his observer "Hello there."

The girl, as Ezra could now see from close up, cried out looking confusedly at the spot where Ezra had been standing just seconds ago and then back at him while presumably wondering how he had done that. Unlike the others, her hair was not black or blue-black but a light blonde and her eyes possessed a slight purple tint. But above all, she had the most unprecedented baby face Ezra had ever seen in his life. At the same time, he wondered why she was sneaking around here alone without parents, watching him and the other kids play instead of joining them. Somehow he doubted that this was due to shyness or fear of him.

Now the young Jedi could tell exactly what this little something in the Force had really come from. She was Force sensitive, no question. Just as with the other children Ezra introduced himself but from the girl came no sound, rather she seemed frightened, but her fear-filled gaze was not the human but what approached behind him. Namely, the rest of the children.

One of the boys approached them, looked at the girl and called out in a mocking tone, "Moactan teel."

Without knowing why, Ezra's stomach knotted, he doubted that was her name, it sounded so different from those of the other children and his suspicions were confirmed when he felt through the power how offended the girl was by these words. Suddenly all the children began to shout these words, which brought the girl almost to the brink of tears and at the same time was the point at which it was enough for Ezra. He grabbed the boy's hand, but instead of shouting at the child, he just looked at him with a mixture of disappointment and urgency. The boy remained silent, switching back and forth between the girl and Ezra before lowering his head and murmuring something in her direction that made the blonde look up in shock. Her tears dried up, which didn't make the fact that she had to cry any better, but at least it was a start. Ezra let go of the boy with a nod and patted the girl on the head in the same motion. When her gaze lifted, he gave her a smile to show her that all was well. For a moment she didn't react at all, but then her features relaxed and she smiled at him as if she were the sun itself.

A firm voice, no, more like a bark, startled Ezra and the children. They all turned on their heels and looked into the face of the woman who had visited Ezra in the room before, only this time she wasn't annoyed, she was furious. Her companion, a young man about Ezra's age, on the other hand, looked at the young human with a mixture of curiosity, wonder and appraisal, as if he didn't know what to make of the young man in front of him. Although Ezra was sure that he had never met him before, he seemed unusually familiar to him, but unfortunately in an unpleasant way, and yet Ezra couldn't put his finger on it. His hair was short and half-heartedly brushed back, here and there a single strand hung in his face. His posture, however, was strictly military and yet he had something mischievous about him.

The woman cursed, at least it sounded like it, and sent the children away with a curt command, only the small blonde remained, who clung to the Jedi's pants with a firm gaze and seemed unwilling to let go anytime soon.

"What is your name, human?" The man asked. It took Ezra a second to realize that he was speaking Basic. He had a thick accent and didn't pronounce all the words correctly, but he spoke well enough for Ezra to understand him.

"I am Ezra Brigder."

The man nodded in understanding and then continued. "You are on Rentor on a planet of the Chiss Ascendancy. This is Ath'ina'sabosen." Ezra briefly tried to echo the name Mental, but gave up after only two tries. Were all names on this planet so terribly long and complicated? The man seemed to notice that, a small smile crept onto his lips before he continued. "Probably it would be easier to call her Hinasa. She is also the leading doctor in this colony. We both have been entrusted with your supervision during your stay here-" he faltered briefly, trying to find the right word. "entrusted." Somehow Ezra doubted that 'entrusted' was the right term, 'forced' would probably be more accurate, if he interpreted Hinasa's annoyed expression correctly. But he left it at that. Now Ezra understood why she had gone so crazy and he couldn't help but feel a little guilty, since it wasn't unlikely that she would get in huge trouble because of him. "She was also the one who found you." Hinasa hissed something and the man translated "She wants you to know that you made her more work than she likes."

For the second time that day, Ezra doubted what was said, "Did she really say it like that?"

"No." He replied without his expression changing in the slightest.

"Ok, listen, I'm sorry for causing so much trouble, but I really need to get back home, my friends need me."

For a second, an expression crept onto the blue face that could have easily been interpreted as confusion. The man turned to Hinasa and exchanged a few words with her until he turned back to Ezra. "I don't seem to have expressed myself properly, please forgive me. You will stay here until Chiss Syndicure decides otherwise." That suddenly knocked the rug out from under Ezra. In other words, he was a prisoner. But why? He wasn't even given time until the man continued, "As you've probably noticed, I'm one of the few people here who speak Galactic Basic, and that's why I'll be your translator from today on. At least as far as it is within my knowlege. My name is Kivu'raw'nuru. But please call me Vurawn."

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I hope you like it, more is on Ao3, I will realese the next chepter soon. See you

#star wars #ezra bridger #thrawn #vurawn #world between worlds #time travel #enemies to friends trope #my ocs #fanfic #sw fanfic #star wars rebels #chiss ascendancy #chiss #kivu'raw'nuru

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roley-poley-foley · 6 months

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Contains mentions of sexual assault, unwanted pregnancy, hostage taking, suicidal ideation

"You're gonna fix this," Noah told him.

A chill ran down Nick's spine. "How?"

He couldn't expect Nick to kill it, could he? There was no way Nick could get it out without significant risk to Noah's life and he certainly couldn't do it without leaving a mark, something that would be noticed, something that would tell Nick's father that Noah had cruelly murdered his child, a capital crime.

"You're gonna take me to a witch."

Nick relaxed a little, then processed what Noah had said. "Wait, a witch?"

"Witches take babies."

Nick wanted to stand up, pace, think through this whole situation, but the knife against his throat kept him on the floor. He glanced at the pack Noah had dropped on the floor, wondering how long he'd been planning an escape like this. "What makes you think I can get you to a witch?"

"Sorcerers defect all the time. You have to have met someone when you were training," Noah said, "You're gonna open a portal to them."

The problem was, he did know someone. A few people, in fact, but only one he'd been close enough to to be on speaking terms now.

"I've never been good with portals."

The knife pressed to his throat. "If you can't do this, I'm killing you, your father and myself," he told him lowly, "I'm not having his or anyone else's parasites."

Well, when he put it that way...

"Let me up."

Noah got off of him but kept the knife close to his neck. He wasn't giving him even a moment to ready a defensive spell, not that Nick thought he could do so without hesitation anyway. To attack the sweet omega who'd always known how to make Nick laugh...

"I need to find a seam," he explained, slowly lifting his hands.

"If I feel anything weird-"

"I'm not going to kill you, Noah."

"Why not?" he asked bitterly, "I'm just a vessel. And I'm killing your sibling."

He'd rather have Noah than the child his father had raped into him anyway, but he kept the thought to himself and focused on feeling for a seam in the darkness of his room.

He'd always hated portalling. It felt different for everyone and for him it felt like pushing his fingers into something akin to curdled milk. Warm, wet chunks sickeningly caressed his fingers and palms as he felt for the only thing that could make the experience worse.

"There's nothing here," he told Noah, "I wanna try near the door."

Noah followed closely as Nick pushed his hands through the molasses the air had become. In front of the door, he brushed something that tingled.

"I found something."

"A portal?"

"Give me a minute." Nick breathed in deeply, then pushed his fingers into the spot he'd found.

Finding portal spots was gross. Opening them felt like the flesh was being stripped from his fingers. He was forcing his fingers into a fleshy wall of knives. Icy knives that chilled his bones. With a grunt, he started pulling the portal open. The pain worsened and every instinct demanded that he stop mutilating himself and pull his hands out. He got it a few inches open before a familiar feeling stirred in his gut. He wasn't unused to throwing up after too much portalling.

Breathing through the pain, Nick kept pulling. It wasn't a matter of physical strength, despite how it felt. If he pulled it too fast, he'd just lose his grip on the portal, but keeping his hands in the knives was a test of will every time. His and Noah's lives being on the line made for more interesting motivation than beatings, at least.

"Is that it?" Noah asked.

Nick didn't dare open his mouth to respond, but he gave a quick nod; a ripple was now visible in the air in front of him.

The ripple grew as he shakily pulled the portal open, tinting with darkness. He was aiming for a village in a forest, a place he'd visited just once before and wished he could return to many times since. This late, he wasn't surprised that it was dark there. He hoped Noah would finally grasp the freedom he used to think he could find in that village.

His grip nearly slipped when someone banged at the door.

"Nicholas? What's going on?"

Shit. Of course Cassandra wanted to check in on him now.

"Don't come in!" Nick strained, "I'm sick. It's a sorcerer thing, dangerous to normal people."

"You're sick? Do you need anything?"

"I'll be fine," he promised, "I just need to..." He glanced at his bed, then at the quill and ink on his desk. "Unknot the curtains of the world scrolls. Then I'll feel better and it will be safe to come in. It's super complicated, though."

The portal was nearly big enough to step through; he could see the crescent moon glowing in the sky.

"Well have you seen Noah? I can't find him, he needs his medicine for the baby."

Nick could practically feel Noah seething behind him.

"No! Please, I need to focus."

The door latch rattled. "Are you sure you haven't seen him? They're fragile, you know. They get unstable after their heats."

"After the full week of daily rape?" Noah muttered, "No way."

"Shut up, I need to focus," Nick hissed back, "I haven't seen him since he went out to clean the stables this morning," he called to Cassandra.

The portal was big enough for him now, but Noah could never squeeze through with that pack. Stomach roiling, Nick kept pulling.

"The stables?" Cassandra shouted, rattling the door again.

Fuck. What now?

"I restrict pregnant omegas to inside chores. Why the fuck was he out there? Why didn't you stop him?"

"He told me he was cleaning!" Almost there. "I didn't know he wasn't allowed out! Please, let me finish this. Magic shit's dangerous."

"Why are you doing magic this late? What's going on?"

"It's a sorcerer sickness!"

"Are you lying to me?"

She could at least pretend he was convincing.

"Noah, go," he hissed, "I'll close it after you, just go."

"Can you close it from the other side?"

"What?"

In lieu of an answer, Noah shoved him into the darkness. The relief when his hands lost their grip of the edges of the portal was almost immediate and so intense that he forgot he was falling. The reminder came in the form of his nose hitting the ground with a crunch.

#cyblurb #is this anything

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