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7-wonders · 7 months

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Hi! What do you think how Dream would react to Reader who's pregnant with his child?

(BTW, I love your writing and your Morpheus!)

I have...many thoughts about this, and I'll start by saying that first off, I don't know how Endless pregnancy works, like if it needs to be intentional or if accidents happen. After all, Desire slept with Unity and got her pregnant while she was sleeping (which is very icky since she couldn't consent outside of whatever perfect dream life Desire was making her live). For the purpose of this, though, we'll say that accidents can happen, because I feel like Morpheus is still so scarred after everything that happened with Orpheus that he would be worried about having another child.

TWs for pregnancy, AFAB!reader, and copious amounts of sweetness. You've been warned.

You're panicking, for one

After all, you're not even married! You're still "courting," as Morpheus calls it

Though you try to remain composed when you tell him, you almost immediately start crying

Morpheus is so, so scared, but you look even more scared, and you're also the one who's carrying the child, so he pushes aside his own fear to comfort you

Even beneath his own fear, though, he finds himself overjoyed

He had loved being a father, even though, as Orpheus got older, he found he wasn't very good at it

Morpheus wants another chance, he realizes; he wants to be better

Knowing what he wants though, he keeps it to himself and tells you that he'll support you in whatever choice you make

(but is thrilled when you decide to keep the baby)

Immediately tries to propose to you, but you turn him down

Not because you don't love him and don't plan on marrying him, but because you refuse to be someone who gets married only so that they don't have a child out of wedlock

After the baby's born, you assure Morpheus, he can propose again

Doesn't understand why you insist on seeing human doctors when he has healers renowned across every realm at his disposal

Still, he accompanies you to your first ultrasound and quickly finds himself perturbed by the odd devices that are laid out and being used

When the technician finally locates your womb with the ultrasound wand, and the screen goes from nothing to suddenly having that distinct fetus form on it, Morpheus understands. Where else would you get an experience like this?

He cries when he hears the baby's heartbeat fill the room

Hates that you suffer from morning sickness, because there's absolutely nothing that he can do about it

So he helps in the ways that he can: holding your hair back if it's long enough to need to be held, making sure you stay hydrated, and trying to force you to eat whenever you think you can stomach it

Convinces you to finally move to the Dreaming, though you mourn your independent life in the Waking

But in the Waking you're not just pregnant, you're pregnant and alone

Just one of those things is hard. But both? That feels almost impossible, especially when you have a partner waiting for you

Though you love being in the same realm with Morpheus all the time now, you do have plans to have a part-time home in the Waking after the baby is born

Even though they'll technically be a prince/princess, you want them to have normal childhood experiences—school and soccer (or whatever sport/activity they'd like to do) and walks to the park or the public library

Speaking of the realm, it seems as though every denizen knows and is thrilled that there's going to be a baby soon

You try and go on walks daily, whether alone or with Morpheus, and practically every dream creature you pass smiles or asks you how you're feeling

He looks so proud whenever he's witness to it

(Don't even get me started on Lucienne and Matthew)

Having cravings is way better when the Dreamlord is your baby daddy

You're in tears because you so badly want a random meal that you saw once in a TV show? Morpheus is pulling it from the showrunner's dreams for you

He will do literally anything to make you happy and make this pregnancy as easy on you as possible

The mood swings suck because you know that you're being mean or irrational, but Morpheus takes it all in stride and indulges you instead of fighting back, something that you really want him to do

Thinks you are the most beautiful being alive, even when you get self-conscious as your body starts to change

Though he's always loved you in a way that's all-consuming and passionate, now, that love is almost worshipful now

How could he not worship you? You're carrying his child, you're growing life within you. He's so thankful to you, and this gift that you're giving him.

Morpheus has never been particularly tactile, but now, he almost always has a hand on you/your belly

Like, when you first get a baby bump, dude is obsessed

He can't tear his eyes away from the sight

Even though you're in the Dreaming, you still have to sleep, a lot more now that you're pregnant

When you're sleeping (or when Morpheus thinks you're asleep), he'll press his lips to your stomach and talk to the baby

He tells them how wanted they are, all of the things that he can't wait to show them, to teach them

He tells them of their brother, of his talent for music and the songs he would sing, of his heart, full of endless love for everyone. He tells them how much their brother would have loved to be a brother. He promises, to both of his children, that he'll learn from his mistakes

It never fails to make you tear up when you're only pretending, and you almost feel a little guilty intruding on these sacred chats

As your pregnancy progresses, Morpheus can practically sense when you're uncomfortable almost before you realize it

He's more than happy to step behind you, place both his hands under your belly, and lift to relieve you of the pressure for a little bit

It's a trick he's rather proud of, and one he picked up from some pregnancy book (which he will not admit to reading even though you saw a stack of them next to his designated chair in the library)

For a couple of weeks, he disappears for at least two hours every day

Even Lucienne refuses to tell you where he is (that at least lets you know that it's nothing bad, because Lucienne would tell you if it was)

He brings you to a nursery that he created, with as much love and care as he does with all his creations, for your child

It's so sweet and has everything you could need, from a comfy rocking chair in the corner with a window bathing soft light onto it to a bookshelf (predictable) with all sorts of children's stories from throughout time and cultures and realms

The best part is the ceiling—the galaxy of his throne room, which you love so much, has been extended here, for your child to lose themself in

(It's stunning, but you both know that the baby will likely sleep in your shared room for a while; neither of you can bear the thought of being parted from your child for even a few hours)

It cannot be stressed enough just how excited Morpheus is to have a baby with you, and I could go on for another 50 bullet points about the subject

#yes i know i'm posting this late and likely shooting myself in the foot by doing so SHUT UP #i'm just excited about these and want them released now #the sandman #morpheus x reader #dream of the endless x reader #morpheus #dream of the endless

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samalong1 · 9 months

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How you sleep with slashers

Elder Yautja mate

Your being held by him in his best of furs

You can use one as a blanket of you want but your mate holding you provides enough warmth

He sort of sheilds you your hid weak fragile ooman if someone attacked you'd be all vulnerable

If anyone dares attack you the coudnt harm you without alerting him

Sometimes will play with your hair with his mandibles till he fall asleeps

Spooning him is awkward due to the height difference so your face ends up near his ass so it's best to be a little spoon

Probally sleeps nude they already wear loincloths doubt they have pajamas

He'd admit a low growling noise in his sleep similar to a bear

If you sleep with stuffed animals he'd probally find a fluffy small prey to kill and present to you

Jason voorhees

If it's zombie voorhees he probably woudnt need to sleep anyway but he'd be content laying with you

Get him pjs I doubt he'd sleep nude and his clothes are probally always damp and smell like mildew and sewage

He'd wear whatever you give him he just wants to make sire your happy

He loves spooning you sniffing your jait and twirling it in his fingers and squeezing your body close to him

But oh boy once you spoon him he'd be shaking and crying under his mask

Just the fact that he has someone now who isn't disgusted by him but willing to hold and love him melts his cold dead heart

He'd be doting on you the whole time in the morning cause he's a big softie (to only you and mom)

Bubba sawyer

He's probally gropey speaking gibberish till he falls asleep

He's new to having a romantic partner and they have parts on his body that turn him on so he likes to grope them even when not revving to go

If you have any night time routin such as putting your hair in rollers applying any products he'd do the same

Both of your favorite ways to sleep is you pressed against his soft pair of mantitties and belly and he loves it to so he can hold you close play with your hair and such

He'd probally pull your hair a few times just curious

His pajamas are just him and his underwear since it's too hot and buying clothes just to sleep in is a waste of money

Probally sleeps next to a sledge hammer just in case

He's hard to wake up probally dead weight so if you wake up with him on you in anyway your stuck till he wakes up

He licks his lips before kissing your cheek or lips every morning

If there are any victims screaming or his brothers being rowdy no matter what he'd cover your eats as you both slept

Chop top

Due to his time in the army his can fall asleep as soon as his head hits the pillow

Usually you climb in after to sleep so he doesn't really snuggle

After sex he'd probally fall asleep ontop of ya

He wakes up super early at 6 in the morning out of habit

If he's up your up

He'd be cackling and shaking you awake

Probally snores a fuck ton

Probally rambles about the war in his sleep

Nubbins

He just comes home when everyone is already asleep and pass out on the bed butt in the air snoring

Probally gets up at a normal time

His stench of roadkill and decaying corpses keeps you up though

Sometimes he'll just sleep on the side of the road

If you find him on the road you can carry him into your car and drive home to a proper bed

Hannibal

He goes to sleep at a reasonable time

He isn't much for cuddling he'll usually sleeps like a log with his arms folded over his chest and doesn't move at all

Your welcome to wrap yourself around him though

He wakes up at 7:30 on the clock

He'd like it if you wake up with him but he understands if you sleep in

Sleeps cozy in his pajama robe probally would get you a matching pair

If you fall asleep 1st he'd watch you for a while

Freddy krueger

Well he's in the dream world so you only see him when your sleeping

You'd probally wake up in the dream realm with him dry humping and some shitty pun

He doesn't sleep but he wants you to

He'd put you in a coma so he can endlessly play with his favorite bitch

If you do sleep with him in the dream world he'd probally hog all the blankets and snore

But he woudnt want to waste time pretending to sleep he'd want to fuck around the whole time

Beetlejuice

Goin with a more cartoony vibe when he's playful so whenever your grumpy or mad at his shit he'd fake sleep

He'd do it by wearing the cartoon cheesy heart underwear and hold some horrifying teddy bear topped up with a sleep cap

All your hear is hghhhh mi mi mi whenever he does it

Bur when you seriously want to sleep with him he'd probaly dry hump you laughing and doing other shenanigans until you pass out

But when your actually asleep he'd probally snuggle up to you till you wake or kiss your cheek if he's in a even more mischievous mood he'd draw his name on your head

Brahms heelshire

Usually he sleeps in his own bed after you tuck him in and he gets his kiss that's the rule and he woudnt want to break it

Though after a bit he'd sneak into the walls and watch you

He'll crawl into your bed thinking he's all sneaky you know he does it you just don't say anything so he won't throw a fit

He'll spoon you and pepper your cheek with kisses maybe grind against you

If you offered to sleep in his bed though he's all giddy and all over you

He's wrapped around bo chance in getting up

And handsy now that you know he's there he can let his hands roam

Pinhead

I don't think he sleeps weather from lack of need or torture shit

If he did its probably one of those pin beds that you have to lay flat on unmoving to actually sleep

Makes snuggling hard unless you wanna risk it

You probably do if your dating him you would of gone through worse

Sometimes he'll just loom over you staring

He'll sometimes drone on about torture methods and stuff

#yautja mate #yautja x reader #brahms heelshire #brahms heelshire x reader #bubba sawyer x reader #chop top x reader #nubbins x reader #hannibal x reader #freddy krueger x reader #beetlejuice x reader #pinhead x reader #slasher x reader

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jocelynhealy · 4 months

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The MK headcanons just keep coming

Takeda has a life size Snorlax plushie in his room at the SF base. One day he just found Cassie face down on it after a particularly rough day so he offered her tea and mochi to try and make her feel better. It worked and now it’s a thing that when someone is having a bad day they just lay on the Mental Health Snorlax and wait for Takeda to show up.

Sonya has pretty much adopted Kung Jin as her unofficial son. Don’t ask how this happened, she doesn’t know either, but whenever he’s around her mother instincts just kick in.

Fujin really enjoys hanging out with the Kombat Kids. Their antics are amusing and just not something he gets at the temple with Raiden. He will gladly drop whatever it is he is doing when they ask him to hang out.

Hanzo has a Kirby keychain that Takeda gave him when the boy was nine. He takes it with him on missions as a good luck charm. Only Kuai Liang knows that he does this.

Kung Lao is the prank master of the Shaolin and Kung Jin his greatest student.

There are three mandatory days of rest at the Shirai Ryu. The birthdays of Hanzo’s wife and son and the day of their deaths.

Sereena’s favorite place in all the realms is Disney. It is her life’s goal to go to all of the parks. Johnny pays for a trip for her every Christmas. She is the Demon Disney Princess.

Kung Lao has stolen Liu Kang’s headband a total of 10,587 times.

There are two small figurines of a horse and an ox on a stack of books in the Shirai Ryu library. They cannot be moved. It is an unspoken rule. Years ago Tiny Takeda had placed them there and when questioned he said that the statues were best friends. Moving the books would mean moving the statues which would mean separating the two friends, so there they have stayed for over ten years.

Kuai Liang always heads his letters to his brother with “I hope this letter finds you in a ditch”. Bi-Han’s replies always begin with “I hope you enjoy contact poison”. They have been doing this for years as an inside joke.

Johnny once swapped Bi-Han’s gear for pink hello kitty versions. Yeah, no one knows how he got out of that one alive.

There is only one being in all of Earthrealm that Satoshi fears, and that being is Jacqui Briggs.

Farra and Torr do not pass the mirror test.

Raiden is very confused with why the Kombat Kids keep referring to his brother as “the goat”. He is no farm animal. They should not be disrespecting a god is such a way. Why is Fujin ok with this?

Jacqui has a black and yellow version of her body armor, complete with face mask and Shirai Ryu symbols, and by the Elder Gods is it not the most attractive thing Takeda has ever seen her wear.

Cassie has taught Frost how to make snowmen. Now she will occasionally make a few doing some rather interesting things outside the SF base when the weather is right. (If you’ve read the Calvin and Hobbs comics then you know what to expect).

Hanzo is not overprotective of his sons, thank you very much. His reactions are perfectly normal and healthy. It’s everyone else that is wrong. He’s fine. (He’s not fine).

Cassie and Takeda are very unsure of if they should be counted as siblings or not. The jury is still out.

#mortal kombat #mk10 #kombat kids #au #mkx #takeda takahashi #frost mk #cassie cage #mk11 #jacqui briggs #kung jin #headcanon #hanzo hasashi #johnny cage

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marvelmusing · 1 year

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A Courtship of Shadows

Part Two

Pairing: Fae!Aleksander Morozova x Fem!Reader

Summary: Once again, Aleksander finds you at the edge of a ballroom and he finds himself more and more interested by you with every passing moment.

Warnings [18+]: mildly suggestive context (touching and Aleksander’s thoughts).

Word Count: 3K

My Masterlist • Part One

“That’s the third person she’s turned down.”

“There is no need to provide me with a running commentary, Fedoyr,” Aleksander remarks drily, swallowing down a mouthful of bitter wine as he keeps his gaze fixed purposefully away from whatever suitor had asked to dance with you.

If Aleksander’s theory is correct, and you have Fae blood in you, the strangeness people had observed during your childhood is slowly shifting into an allure that the humans don’t quite understand, but they act upon it nonetheless.

When he does risk a glance in your direction he observes the restlessness in your eyes. It doesn’t take a genius to realise you are bored. He can’t help but think of you attending one of his own balls at the Grand Palace in Os Alta. He wonders whether you would find more enjoyment among his court.

Aleksander finds you intriguing.

Ever since you had admitted that your mother thought you were a changeling child, he’s been entertaining the possibility that you might be Fae.

He knows you have been contemplating what he told you, about the possibility of two humans conceiving a Fae child. Though Aleksander doesn’t believe that was the case for you. He suspects that your father was Fae, or at least had some Fae blood in him.

He finds himself wondering about how you know so much about the Fae - especially the rules and tricks his kind use against humans. Perhaps your father had taught you, before he died.

As his mind wanders, he imagines what your Fae form might look like. Whether you would have thick curled horns like Zoya, or delicate pointed ears like himself. Whether your teeth would sharpen, or if your eyes might change colour.

Living in the human realm for your entire life, you have been deprived of the magic that lingers in the soil of Aleksander’s kingdom. The same magic that provides Fae food with its luxurious taste that drives humans to addiction, as well as connecting every Fae to the making at the heart of the world.

Whilst you seem healthy enough, he can’t stop himself from thinking of the toll such a disconnect from the Fae might have taken on you.

Without thinking, he moves towards you, leaving Ivan and Fedyor at the side of the room. The crowd parts for him easily, lords and ladies averting their eyes as he passes them. A few people stare openly, watching as he walks across the ballroom.

He’s wearing one of his most formal keftas, black with shimmering silver threads woven amongst the dark embroidery. This morning Genya had tailored his features to appear more human-like, but the nobles around him still recognise Aleksander as something not quite normal.

Before he can reach you, someone stops at your side. Whilst the man doesn’t turn to address you, Aleksander can see your mouth moving as you take a sip of your wine. There’s a minute wrinkle to your nose as you swallow the dark liquid and it appears you’re as fond of the royal vintage as Aleksander is.

He might stand out amongst the humans, but Aleksander has always been rather gifted at blending into the shadows. As a result, he finds it easy enough to stroll lightly around the table you’re standing in front of and lean casually against a marble pillar nearby. The perfect spot to overhear your conversation under the guise of watching the crowd of dancers gathered in the ballroom.

“I assume you have something for me,” you say quietly to the man beside you.

“Not much, the usual trivial gossip, childish whispering really.”

“Dimitri, I’ve been dealing with the rumour mill for years. Whatever you’re trying to protect me from, I assure you, I can handle it.”

The man - Dimitri - sighs quietly and the two of you are silent for a long moment.

“They think you’re involved with Lord Kirigan.”

Aleksander hones in on the conversation immediately at the sound of the name he’s been using among the human court, to seem approachable without surrendering his true name.

“Involved?” you repeat.

“That you’re warming his bed,” Dimitri elaborates.

“Oh.”

Genya has a particular talent for collecting gossip and Aleksander had been made aware of these rumours only yesterday. He’s impressed that you seem to have your own system in place to remain informed of the rumours involving yourself.

“You rarely address him during social functions aside from basic pleasantries,” Dimitri explains. “They think you’re hiding something.”

“And yet if I spend any amount of time with him, then they will all think I’m conspiring with the Fae,” you remark with a humourless edge to your tone.

“Well, you can’t blame them, given the rumours about your…”

There’s a sharpness in your eyes that has Dimitri’s words faltering and a shiver runs down Aleksander’s spine at the sight of you looking so commanding with a mere glance. The thought passes through his mind before he can stop it, you would make a formidable Queen.

“Do you have anything else to say?”

Dimitri looks down sheepishly for a moment.

“I think you already know the rest. Kirigan accepted Rathbone’s invitation to Lichen Manor, though no one knows if he’s planning to join in on the hunting season.”

“Not on Rathbone’s land, but he might accept someone else’s invitation.” Aleksander is intrigued by your causally confident answer, and luckily Dimitri seems equally curious for an explanation which you promptly provide. “Rathbone usually hunts deer on his land, and Kirigan won’t kill a deer, they’re practically sacred in East Ravka.”

The nobles in this country always refer to Aleksander’s kingdom as the Fae Kingdom, refusing to acknowledge the historic connection between the two lands. To them, the human kingdom is the true Ravka. It’s clear you don’t share their views.

He’s once again surprised that you know about Fae customs. Aleksander’s grandfather had created the first white stag many centuries ago, and since then his family has safeguarded the species.

In the springtime, small white fawns can often be seen wobbling about the grounds of the Grand Palace as they take their first steps and Aleksander briefly wonders if you would like to see the deer for yourself one day.

“I heard someone mention he intends to visit Hawthorne House while in the country.”

Aleksander knows that Hawthorne is your childhood home, the family estate that your cousin will inherit when he is of age.

“Mother will be pleased,” you remark.

“Apparently she invited him.”

“She’s most likely looking for an excuse to host a ball.”

“You didn’t know?”

A small sigh shifts at your shoulders.

“No. We haven’t spoken for several weeks.”

“Will you be spending your summer at Hawthorne?”

“I suppose. It’s what I usually do, though if Mother is planning a ball I might make myself scarce.”

There’s a small hum of acknowledgement from your informant.

“Speaking of, I’d better move on.”

“Thank you, Dimitri.”

He nods politely and steps away from you without a word.

Aleksander watches your expression change now that you are alone; exhaustion and worry touches your features as you pour another glass of wine.

He decides to step out of the shadows, moving around the table and through a handful of people, to appear at your side.

“Your highness,” you greet him with a polite bow.

The corner of his mouth lifts in a slight smile as he inclines his head in acknowledgement.

“Good evening, my lady. How are you enjoying the festivities?”

He watches your expression falter slightly, that intelligent glimmer sparkling in your eyes as you attempt to work your way around his question. He knows you aren’t enjoying yourself but you won’t admit it. However, the Fae consider it impolite to lie, especially to someone in the nobility, or royalty like Aleksander.

“Your pianist is very talented.”

He smiles with a nod of appreciation before he glances over at Marie as she sits at the piano placed in the centre of the king’s musicians, her fingers moving delicately over the ivory.

The quickest way to appease Aleksander is to compliment his people, and you appear to have noticed this. It both infuriates and enamours him. To feel so seen by a stranger is unnerving, but Aleksander can see an equal amount of you.

He watches as you take a sip of your wine, and once again you appear to be as unimpressed by the taste as he was earlier.

His thoughts move to the small basket that sits on a side table in the guest rooms he has been occupying whilst staying at the human palace. The basket which is filled with Fae food, in case of an emergency or a bout of homesickness from one of the younger Faefolk in Aleksander’s entourage.

Now he imagines taking a luscious red apple, cutting a slice with his knife and holding the portion of fruit to your lips. The juice shimmering on your lips and the gleam in your eyes as you take a bite. The way your lashes might flutter as the pleasure sweeps through you. After all, you may have some Fae in you, but you’re still human. For now.

He wonders how you might sound afterwards, whether your words would wracked with need or perhaps a dreamy sigh, as you thank him. A shiver runs down his spine at the thought of you offering such power to him.

Aleksander clears his throat, attempting to discard the distracting nature of his thoughts of you. Unfortunately, the noise attracts your attention prompting you to eye him expectantly and he finds himself at a loss for words.

“I was considering stepping out onto the terrace for a breath of fresh air,” he says with a small nod towards the french doors on the far side of the ballroom. “Would you care to join me?”

Being seen alone with you would do little to dispel the rumours surrounding the two of you, however, Aleksander cannot find it in himself to care for the opinion of the human nobility. He knows you would face more scrutiny than he ever would for such a thing, but he hopes he can one day convince you of how little these people matter.

“I’d love to,” you say softly. The breath in Aleksander’s throat catches at the honesty in your words and his eyes remain locked on yours as he offers you his hand.

When you take his hand with a small smile, he finds himself wishing you weren’t wearing gloves tonight. However, the intricate white lace of your gloves does allow him to feel the warmth of your skin and it looks far better on you than the silk often favoured by the ladies of the human court.

Delicate frills encircle your wrists, allowing him to admire the bare skin of your forearms, glowing under the light of the ballroom as he leads you towards the terrace.

The cool evening air brings some clarity to Aleksander’s thoughts and he puts a respectful amount of distance between the two of you as he stands by your side in front of the stone wall that surrounds the terrace.

Aleksander has always felt more comfortable during the night and it seems you favour the stillness too, though he will admit that his assumption is based on how alluring you look in the moonlight.

Heavy black clouds gather ahead and Aleksander can taste rain in the air. A downpour is about to begin but he cannot find it in himself to draw you back into the light and heat of the ballroom, especially when you look so soothed by his quiet company - even as you engage in small talk with one another.

“I hear you’re planning a tour of East Ravka on your return to your kingdom,” you remark lightly.

He nods.

“As much as I intend to enjoy the summer here in West Ravka, I find myself longing to reacquaint myself with my country after such an absence.”

“It is a good thing for a king. To love your country and people so much.”

“As an expression of goodwill, I extended an invitation to your king though he regretfully cannot join me for the journey.”

“His health is of utmost importance at the moment,” you reply smoothly. Not a lie, though Aleksander can see that you want to soften the rejection. He knows why the human king does not wish to visit the Fae Kingdom, but he will accept your attempt at excusing your king’s superstition.

“Of course.”

He hesitates for a moment. He wants to study your reaction to what he is about to say.

“He informed me that I could extend my invitation to anyone else in his court.”

As expected, you turn your head to face him. In the distance, thunder rumbles lowly.

“Who do you plan to invite?” you ask quietly.

He steps closer, watching as your gaze flickers from his eyes down to his lips.

“There is only one person who I believe will appreciate my kingdom to the extent it deserves.”

He is close enough to smell your perfume and he is thoroughly tempted to duck his head down and trace his nose over the hollow of your throat where he knows the scent will be the strongest.

Then a raindrop falls on his head. Another falls on your face, tracing down your neck. Soon the rain is falling hurriedly and your lips part in surprise as the chill rises to your skin.

Aleksander relishes in the sweet scent of rain and he smiles at the refreshing sensation of rainwater soaking through his kefta. But he knows humans aren’t particularly fond of rain.

“Perhaps we should return inside?” he suggests.

He watches in awe as you shake your head, a wide smile illuminating your face.

Aleksander stares as you tilt your head back, providing him with an exquisite view of your neck, bared so beautifully, and his eyes roam over the deep neckline of your dress as droplets of rainwater roll down your exposed skin.

Saints, he should look away.

He wants to ruin you.

As your eyes flutter open, still heavy-lidded to protect yourself from the rain, your gaze meets his and Aleksander is certain his heart stops as you smile at him. He steps closer, his gaze acting as his hands wish to, scrambling over your form as the fabric of your dress clings even closer to your skin.

Something in your own eyes darkens and Aleksander wants to devour your lips with a heated kiss and consume each and every moan he can wring from you. Instead, he traces his knuckles faintly over your cheek, following the path of a droplet as it runs down to your neck.

His touch lingers against your collarbone, swiping his thumb over the water collected there by your chest. He can see the rapid movement of your breathing as your eyes remain fixed on him and the heat of your gaze warms his entire body, flooding down to the hardness growing beneath his trousers.

He wants to take your hand and press it against the bulge there. He wants to see your lace-clad fingers roam over him.

When he smooths his fingers down the length of your bodice, ignoring the swell of your breasts in favour of tracing a path down to your stomach, he sees you gasp silently. Lips parted, you stare wide eyed, and Aleksander wonders whether you have ever laid with someone.

Fae do not wait for marriage and many engage in revelries that would cause a permanent scandal in the human realm. He wonders how flustered you would be, if you saw how brazenly the members of Aleksander’s court touch one another in public.

A smirk curls at the corner of Aleksander’s mouth as he observes your sudden fixation on his lips. Surely you wouldn’t object to indulging in a kiss? Not when you look so willing.

Just as Aleksander begins to lean in, you step backwards.

“You’re right. We should return to the ballroom.”

He nods, though he doesn’t make an effort to move yet.

“Not in this state. Might I suggest the door to the left?”

He nods in the direction of the door which will lead to a hopefully deserted hallway. Returning to the ballroom together, soaked through, will only lead to more rumours and Aleksander doesn’t want you to feel ashamed by what has just occurred between the two of you.

He smiles softly when you nod in agreement and he follows you through the doorway and into the quiet hallway. Sounds from the ballroom are muffled but Aleksander can hear a waltz playing and people dancing to the tune.

He watches as you remove your gloves, attempting to wring out the poor scraps of fabric. A shiver shakes your body and Aleksander notices the goosebumps on your skin as a few stray raindrops linger there.

Plucking out his handkerchief, he is pleased to find the fabric has remained dry enough to wipe the water from your face which he does so with a careful murmur,

“Here. Allow me.”

There is no response from you as he continues to dry your neck, sweeping over your collarbones and dipping down momentarily to your cleavage. Without the all-encompassing patter of the rain, he can hear how your breathing shifts. He takes mental notes of the areas that make you inhale sharply or sigh softly.

Once he is done, he hands you the handkerchief to dry any spots he may have missed.

“Keep it,” he insists softly.

The only form of thanks you offer him is a small nod of appreciation, but your lack of verbal thanks doesn’t vex him as it used to. Now, he wants to see how far he can push you before you thank him and is pleased every time you fail to fall into his trap because that alone means he must try harder at the next opportunity.

He takes your hand, now bare as he had wished for earlier in the evening, and lifts it to his lips before he gifts you with a gentle kiss to your knuckles. He selects his next words carefully, hoping to leave a lasting impression on you.

“I hope you have a pleasurable evening, little blossom.”

He smiles as you blink dazedly at him, inclining his head before he releases your hand and heads down the hallway towards his rooms to dry off.

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kilasmess · 1 year

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Ok continuing from this post; (I had to reread what I had previously because I had already forgotten lol, moving on)

Continuing, clockwork decides to fuck around, gets Danny a pass into Gotham, and somehow convinced Danny that it's for the best; maybe he says there's some issues Danny has to solve as ghost king(maybe the pits) or maybe he argued that he needs a place to nourish his human side, and hey, there's Gotham, it's a good place, no hunters, plenty of ambient ectoplasm, and he can even go to school, try for living a normal human life, either as cover or to regain balance between both forms. Point is, he explains himself (maybe kinda, dudes usually pretty cryptic), opens a portal and throws Danny through. Maybe he had a place ready for when Danny gets there, it'd have to be in crime alley, our Lady wants her baby to get along with the new king after all.... But it takes a while for the two to actually meet.

Depending on why Danny ends up in Gotham, maybe he's too busy trying to figure out what the hell is up with the pits, and between that and keeping up with school (and really clockwork?? Like he didn't struggle enough the first time, managing school and heroing) and maybe a job for appearances sake, he's yet to actually meet the cute ghost adjecent (is that a word?) That maybe(?) lives on the same building; they keep different schedules after all, and whatever Danny's doing to figure out the pits hasn't registered on the bats radar, maybe he's getting help from technus, idk. Alternatively, he's sent there to nurture his human half and is not coping well, poor dude is depressed as all hell now that he doesn't have as much to distract himself with, after all, college and a part-time jobs have nothing on being kind of the infinite realms, so he goes to class, maybe takes a job at the University library, where is quiet so he had an excuse to not talk with anyone, and overall isolates himself as much as possible.

Either way, it takes a while for him to meet Gotham's very own zombie boy, and when he finally does, whether this happens during a rogue attack, a meet cute at his workplace or when he's spending time on top of high buildings in the middle of the night and worries Jason (who's thinking this dude's about to jump), Danny wants nothing to do with z-boy. Listen, Casper over here lost his whole family plus friends before, he's not eager to make more connections only to lose them as well. Except, once Jason's sure Danny-boys safe (I guess I'm leaning more towards a rooftop meeting), and maybe after Danno ran the fuck or of dodge, he realizes this dude calmed the pits??? And now he really had to figure out who the hell he is and can he please hang out for forever please? He hasn't had a chance to think clearly like this since he clawed his way out of his own grave.

I did say I wanted angst though, I just haven't decided if there's external circumstances or if it's more towards healing from grief and overcoming the suicidal ideation at least Danny must be dealing with. Of course the story develops as they begin to heal and grow past the things that hurt them, with the added that they slowly fall for each other (◍•ᴗ•◍)❤

So far that's all I have, but I guess I'll add as more ideas come to me n.n

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Chapter Two: The Sandman and the Girl Without Dreams

TW (mentions of violence, knives, blood. Not too graphic)

Morpheus could do little but look down at the mortal girl from his cage. Outwardly he expressed nothing, as was the new normal for him, but his mind was swarmed with her. It was some kind of ruse that Burgess had devised to trick him. It had to be. No Endless had ever received a brand, it wasn't possible. And yet...

His eyes shifted to the raised skin on his own wrist, the intricate lines that had woven into the shape of a butterfly. Her mark upon him was clear as day, staring up at him, mocking him. This is a mere trick and nothing more, he told himself once again, but when he'd heard the strangled cry of the mortal girl his attention instantly shifted back to her. He was filled with worry, even if only for the fraction of a second he'd allowed it.

She looked so frail, laying curled up on the floor of the Burgess' dungeon. Her hair soaked with sweat, her skin glistening with it too as she trembled. When she'd first passed out he was glad. If she was asleep she was dreaming and if she was dreaming he could use her to free himself from this prison. But that joy turned to ash when he'd discovered nothing. No pull of the dreaming around her mind, nothing to tether himself to. This was interesting, and under any other circumstance Dream would feel thrilled to explore such a rarity, but the situation was this one and there was not room within him to be anything but annoyed by the inconvenience.

Roderick had looked too smug when his body had jolted up, an instinct to defend her from his touch. Why had I done that? he questioned, still refusing to even entertain the answer that nagged in the back of his mind. It didn't matter. It is nothing more than a trick. It is nothing. No matter how many times he'd repeated it, the ache in his chest hadn't lessened since the girl had lost consciousness. The mark on his arm still hummed with a lingering burn that for him was manageable, another nuisance more than anything, but for the mortal it would no doubt be far more painful. His jaw tightened as he reminded himself that he didn't care.

So there the king of dreams sat, staring down at the human girl, trying with everything in him to be angry at her for not being useful. Trying and failing, though he'd never admit to it. He watched the line of her ribs rise and fall with every labored breath until eventually they began to even out. He watched as her shaking began to slow and the color started returning to her skin. The ache was lessened at the sight, so he'd told himself that was the sole reason he cared to look at all, to ease his own discomfort.

Hours had passed, he'd gathered from the rotation of the guards, and the girl remained asleep but not dreaming. Is this what it feels like for Burgess? He'd wondered. So close to answers and yet nothing he did could reach them. No, he concluded. In order for this to be like the Burgess he'd actually have to care about the girl, which he did not. Dream did quite well ignoring the discomfort he felt at the forced thought, but then the gate scraped open all his focus poured into the pang of fear that settled in his stomach. Fear, now that was something the dream king found harder to ignore.

For the first time in years he'd been afraid, that in and of itself was startling. But for the first time in longer the fear wasn't for himself or his realm, but for a mortal girl, and that sent him into a spiral trying to weave the perfect explanation. The simple fact, however, was that Burgess could do whatever they wanted to this girl, who if this mark on his arm was real his soul was bound to, and he was powerless to stop it. She was at the whim of his captor - a man that had no concept of kindness or mercy, a man that now held the one thing Dream couldn't resist, the pull of fates thread, both his and hers.

Of course the king of dreams ushered these thoughts away with a simple reminder. This isn't real. It is but a lie made to force my hand. Roderick Burgess could say and do whatever he wanted, but Morpheus would not relent. He sat up straighter, preparing himself for the worst, only to find the boy slipping through the gate and giving the guards a nod. He looked at Morpheus as always he had, with a mixture of awe and fear, before quietly moving to the girl's side.

Only mere days ago had the boy tried to speak to him, tried to sway him into believing he was different from his father. Now he merely glanced at Morpheus before turning his attention to the girl. A primal rage hummed through Dream as Alex Burgess touched the girl, an urge he had to curl his fingers deep into his palms to ignore. He gently shook her shoulder. "Can you hear me?"

***

"Pen..." Alex's soft voice and gentle hands woke me. My head throbbed and my arm burned. It was too cold, too bright as the weight of everything slammed into me the instant I'd managed to peel my eyes open. My vision was blurred as I looked up at Alex. "What... What happened?"

"I was going to ask you that," he admitted softly, eyes darting off to the side. I followed his gaze to the man in the glass cage. Our eyes locked and everything came rushing back to me. I tried to roll over, but the painful sting of my wrist struggling against the metal chain that now tethered me to one of the pillars. Fear filled me as I thrashed, trying to pull my arm free. Alex pulled me close to stop me from moving. "It's okay, it's going to be alright."

"Okay?" My voice cracked as I pulled myself into a sitting position and cradled my bound wrist in my hand in disbelief. "What the hell is going on Alex? Why am I chained up in your families basement?!"

A look flashed on his face, one I could only describe as a knowing look. The kind of look one had right before they lied. "My father just needs to ask you some questions."

"Questions? Questions are why I'm CHAINED to the wall?!" I took a few deep breaths, trying to will my head to stop spinning. Looking back up at the caged man I sighed. "This all has something to do with him, doesn't it?"

Alex seemed scared to speak, but eventually he nodded. "Yes. My father has been trying to speak with him for years."

I let the hundreds of questions that came to the front of my mind go. Given the situation and Alex's flighty behavior, I needed to be careful with what I asked. For now I'd have to skip the obvious mortified question of why there was a man caged in the basement. "Who is he?"

"He's... A being of great power." Alex's voice lowered, scared. "My father… They summoned him by accident. I don't know everything, only what my fathers told me, but I know he's some kind of dream god."

I couldn't help but laugh a little. "You're joking right?"

"No."

"Alex, you're seriously expecting me to believe your father has the sandman locked up in his basement?"

"This isn't a joke, Pen. He's is obsessed with him and now with you."

"Me?" I shook my head dismissively. "Your fathers always hated me, why would he suddenly be obsessed?"

Pointing to the mark on my wrist, the mark I'd somehow managed to forget about in spite of its painful burn. Now with my vision clear I studied it. Not a tattoo, not a burn, but something in between the two. The shape looked like a raven, pitch black save the middle where a strange shape stood out against the black. Alex's shoulders deflated. "What did he say to you?"

"Him?" I gestured to this 'sandman'. "Nothing."

"Pen..."

"He didnt say anything to me, Alex."

"Then explain this!" He sounded desperate now.

I swallowed thickly. "I... I just touched the glass and it... happened."

Alex rose to his feet and pressed his hand against the glass, looking down at me with a furrowed expression. He didn't believe me. "He's been down here for years, Pen. People have touched the glass a dozen times or more, and nothing... Nothing has ever happened until you."

"What do you want me to say Alex?" I demanded. "I don't know what happened or why."

"That is precisely what we're going to figure out, Ms. Barlow." I flinched at Roderick's sudden appearance and watched with wary eyes and an ever growing pit in my stomach as he walked to stand in front of Alex. "Go."

My friend's eyes locked on mine and I immediately pleaded silently with him for him to stay. If his father was as obsessed as he'd said there was no telling what the next moments would entail. With nothing more than a sad smile he left, not even pretending to fight his fathers wishes. Coward.

Roderick regarded the man in the glass, pride swimming in his eyes. "Quite the sight, isn't he?"

I tucked my knees into my chest, and looked at the man in the glass, who's body had tensed as he moved his eyes to meet Roderick's. A sudden and terrifying chill filled the room. "I… I'm afraid I don't understand what's going on, Mr. Burgess."

"Yes, the situation is a bit... Odd I'm sure. But, to put it simply, this being holds a great deal of power. Power that I wish to harness, to use, so my family is kept safe."

"Safe from what?"

"Him." He answered simply, his face trying to appear distressed, but his eyes showing the truth that lay beneath the surface. Some part of him, if not all, was enjoying this. "He seeks to take vengeance on my house for imprisoning him by mistake."

The man in the cage's jaw thumped at the word mistake. "I'm afraid I don't understand how I fit into all this."

"That mark on your arm, he gave it to you did he not?"

I shrugged. "I don't… I don't know. I just touched the glass sir."

Deep in his eyes I could see the doubt festering, turning into paranoia right before me. "What did he say to you?"

"Nothing."

He sighed, a sound that I knew from my own experience was one of annoyance. "Help me and you shall live here in comfort. Anything you wish for shall be given to you. Oppose me…" A long pause. "And I'm afraid I'll have to keep you locked away down here. He is the devil, child. I only seek protection from his terrible plans."

I looked away from him and closely examined the dark haired man. Roderick was right in the regard that he was very obviously more than a simple man. But as I looked at him it wasn't fear that filled me. The darkness in his eyes, though startling at first glance, held the stars within them... hope. I'd known Roderick Burgess long enough to know his games, his abuse. It wasn't always merely emotional or mental. I reminded myself of all the times Alex had showed up sporting new bruises. One thing I knew to be true was that I'd rather put blind trust into a caged being than ever put a crumb of trust in Roderick Burgess.

I turned away from the caged man to meet Roderick's overconfident gaze. "You are the only devil here."

His lips curled in anger as he stood to his full height. "Chains and the wet floor it is then."

"My parents -"

"Your parents have placed you in my care, indefinitely."

My breath stuttered as I looked up at him in disbelief. "They... No. They wouldn't do that."

"I paid a hefty sum, but no price is too great when eternity is on the table." He smirked down at me, petting my hair like I was some prized show dog. "You belong to me now, just as much as he does."

I grit my teeth and pulled my head away from his hand. "Go to hell."

With a deep laugh he glanced at the man in the glass and smiled widely. "If I'm right about you, hell won't be an issue." As he moved to leave he turned to the guards. "Keep her awake, by any means necessary and watch both of them. I want to be informed of any movement, no matter how small."

"He doesn't seem to be able to escape when she sleeps, sir." One of the guards said.

"Did I ask for your opinion?"

The gate slammed behind him and his heavy steps echoed up the stairs. Once the second slam of the door dissipated through the basement some of the fear and tension lifted, but it was quickly replaced with a deep gaping hole of sorrow. My parents had sold me? My father agreeing to it didn't surprise me, especially not if Roderick had offered him a cut of whatever wealth he thought the sandman would give him. And even knowing that my mother was powerless to stop any of this, I still felt betrayed. How much had Roderick given them? I wondered. What price had father deemed fair?

The so-called sandman watched me intently with an air of mistrust stuffing up the already dank room. We sat in the stiff silence staring at one another as if through our eyes alone we could somehow answer the questions that hung between us. As the day passed I began to truly understand exactly the kind of torture Roderick was putting him through. The small glass cage gave him nothing, not one spec of privacy or room to breathe. And as the hours rolled by the silence became almost painful. I felt sorry for him, and in a sense for myself seeing as this was my new reality for god knew how long.

The stoic, defiant silence that radiated from him was unnerving at first, but the longer I looked into his dark eyes the more used to it I got. My mind was still filled with doubt's. Magic marks, otherworldly beings, cages of glass… It was all just so insane. My doubts jumbled around in my head for a few more hours, but the longer I gazed at the nude man the more certain I became. This was the Sandman. And he was absolutely livid.

The hours twisted into days of the same painstaking routine. Alex would smuggle food and water to me either himself or by bribing the guards. He promised he'd find a way to convince his father I needed new clothes and a room of my own instead of a chain and limited bathroom breaks. At some point in the afternoon or evening Roderick would stomp down the stairs, cocky and controlled at first asking the same questions and getting the same answers. He always left angry and unhinged, which brightened my mood just a bit. I had no idea just how long it'd been since that stupid party, and perhaps that was what broke the silence in me.

I was laying down on the concrete, looking up at the cobwebs on the ceiling. The Sandman and the girl without dreams. The thought came to mind out of nowhere and before I could reign it in I'd started laughing, immediately drawing the man's attention. Turning my head from its uncomfortable spot on the floor to meet his curious gaze I shook my head and regained my composure. For the first time in weeks I spoke, "Sorry, I guess I just realized that this is all just kind of ironic. You're the Sandman, like the literal god of dreams and I haven't ever actually had a dream."

This seemed to grab his curiosity, judging by the slight narrowing of his eyes and a look of disbelief. Still silent, still watching me, I continued talking. "The Sandman never forgets a dreamer. At least that's what my mother would always say, something to reassure me that everyone dreams… That if I'd tried hard enough I would too. When I was a kid I was convinced that I'd just go to bed one night and finally just drift off into a beautiful dream like everyone else. I'd stay up, laying in bed constructing the perfect ones too."

I closed my eyes and breathed in a deep breath, imagining the scent of the ocean. "A vast ocean beating down on black sand. On the edge of a grand kingdom, tall mountains and white gates intricately carved. The further you get from the gates the more you feel the perfect breeze, not too cold or too strong just enough to give you goosebumps while you walk and listen to the song of the sea."

A swell of hurt filled my chest, one I'd quickly written off as my own. Silence.

I released a deep breath, the vision in my head twisting into another. "Or a castle, white and gold, standing tall across a bridge held up out of the river by two stone hands. Great creatures stand, guarding the gate and the endless rooms beyond it." I laughed quietly remembering the look on my mothers face when I'd described such a place to her. "My mother always said I had quite the imagination."

The hurt smoldered into a faint disbelief. Silence.

"But the one I always thought of when none of the others worked was a meadow. So green and full of life that you just felt at peace. Wildflowers in every direction, trees as tall as the sky could go, waterfalls and lakes so clear you can see every fish swimming and every stone at the bottom." I paused, clenching my eyes shut, tears pricking the edges, as if that would magically take me there. "I wanted nothing more than to lay in those flowers, look up at the stars and just exist."

When I looked over at him he hadn't moved, but the usual coldness of his face softened and the dark in his eyes had cleared, revealing the bright starry blue. The tears I'd been trying to hold back finally spilled over. "You don't have to answer, but I just... Why can I see it in my head so clearly but can't..." I cut myself off, turning my head away from him in a poor attempt to hide the tears that now slid back into my hair. I cleared my throat. "Anyway... I just thought it was ironic, that we're both stuck down here. The Sandman and the girl he forgot to give a dream."

I could feel something unfurl in my chest, a sorrowful regret that didn't quite feel like mine. The gates scratched the pavement and I let the feeling go, wiping my eyes and clenching my jaw in preparation for another round of Roderick's torment. "Having an interesting conversation?"

"Oh yeah, he's got some pretty wild stories," I joked tensely.

Roderick forced a smile. "I'm sure he does, and you my dear are going to get him to tell them to me."

I looked over at the Sandman. "What do you think? Should we include big bad Roderick in on storytime?" Silence, but not without a flash of amusement. I clicked my tongue and looked back up at Roderick's sneer. "Sorry, he thinks you're a bit of an ass."

"I see why your father was so willing to pawn you off," he retorted. "You are quite an unlawful little thing."

Ignoring the sting of his words I shrugged my shoulders. "It's one of my many gifts."

He moved past me, kicking my side as he walked to his usual spot in front of the glass. "Are you going to speak today? Or shall I have to resort to attempts of force?"

The Sandman's cold stare and emotionless face didn't falter for a second. I could see the anger in Roderick's face grow as he stared down at the man. "I am not an evil man. But, I am not above hurting an innocent girl to force that stiff tongue of yours."

Fear crushed my chest like a rock. From what little Alex had told me and what I witnessed, I knew Roderick was not above violence. I knew what was coming, but I refused to let him win. Forcing myself to keep breathing steadily, I vowed silently that nothing he said or did would break me. I didn't know what power my cellmate had, but I knew Roderick didn't deserve it and most certainly wouldn't use it for mere protection. No, he'd use it to bolster his own power. That couldn't happen, so I refused to let it happen. When he finally turned and grabbed me I only hoped that the Sandman would not relent.

The beating was, mild as far as beatings went. Roderick insisted he went easy this time to show the sandman just how powerless he was and to remind me how vulnerable I was. After his usual shouting and ravings he left, just as angry as he always was. My jaw ached, but the worst of it was my abdomen. I kept my watery eyes glued shut as I twisted and turned trying to find a more comfortable position on the too hard ground. All the while I could feel his gaze burning through the glass, fixed on me.

"Don't worry about me Sandy, I'll be alright." I looked over at him just in time to catch the fleeting expression of disgust on his face at my new nickname. I smiled quietly committing to using it more often. As we watched one another I could feel an unsteady trust begining to form. It made me smile even wider and brought the blue back to his eyes.

Eventually, after close to a month, Alex had convinced Roderick to let me out of the basement, insisting that I was no good to them if I went mad. So, I'd gotten a new cage as well as a full time guard of my own, leaving the basement door down to one man, not that it mattered. Ethel, Roderick's new mistress, supplied me with some of her old clothes but otherwise stayed away from me. I was allowed one walk through the grounds, one that Alex always used as an excuse to get closer to Paul, the gardener, whom he'd had a crush on for years. But, as the days moved to months his loyalty to his father forced Alex and I further and further apart. Paul and I, however, had become fast friends when it became obvious that he had absolutely no clue what was going on in the Burgess house. More than that, he was sweet and always had a book to lend me. He never asked about the cuts and bruises, instead just offered a helping hand in tending to them.

Being outside was always bittersweet when I held the knowledge that the sandman, an unlikely friend, hadn't seen the sky in years. It had its perks though, one in the form of a sleek black bird with a white chest. I welcomed the weight of Jessamy's feet on my shoulder as I sat beneath the large willow tree. It was the one spot that instructed the guard's view just enough so I could spend time with my bird friend without Roderick knowing and be visible enough that they wouldn't think I'd run off. I knew little about how she fit into the whole situation with the sandman, Alex had only told me her name and that she was somehow connected to him.

Lifting the smooth stone up so she could see it I leaned my head into her a bit. "What do you think Jess? Is this one shiny enough for the collection?"

She gave it an inspecting peck before letting out a soft caw.

I added it to the little pouch filled with other shiny things, some I'd found and others Jessamy had brought me. "Any new plans this time?"

One thing I knew for certain about Jessamy was that she wanted the sandman free. I'd caught her attempting to reach the basement a few times after being released from the dungeon. And after gaining her trust I'd started trying to help her, so far with no avail. She cawed again before the sound of approaching footsteps sent her flying off to the top of the tree. My guard moved the willow leaves out of his way. "Times up."

***

Morpheus had grown used to the silence, that is until they forced him to spend what felt like another five years listening to the constant chattering of the mortal girl, whom he now knew was called Penelope Barlow. Her voice had filled the silence he'd grown so used to and now that she'd been moved upstairs that silence now felt as empty as it used to. For the first few days of her absence he'd reignited the idea that his initial theory of her being a tool of Rodericks had been correct. That quickly changed when Roderick had begun bringing her down and beating her every time he visited with his demands. She was no less a prisoner upstairs than she had been down in the dungeon, he saw that now.

Though he'd been able to recognize her as somewhat of an ally he still refused to acknowledge the brand they both bore and what that meant now that it was clear she was no puppet of the Burgess'. She was loud and colorful and annoyingly cheerful, even after a beating. She called him Sandy, that alone almost caused him to break his silence. Yet despite her annoyances, Dream often played the memory of her laughter back in his head or even just thought of what it'd feel like to speak her name. Penelope.

It took him more effort than he was expecting not to think of her. She was beautiful, none not even the king of dreams himself could deny it, and in the infinite silence that had become his world, his thoughts were all he had. He'd thought of his realm, of the dreams and nightmares. Those thoughts always formed a tightly wound noose of guilt that choked the breath from him. He'd thought of escape. These were the more vengeful thoughts... Filled with darkness and fear. And then he'd thought of her, Penelope. The only time he allowed these thoughts were moments where his future was filled with nothing but this dark room and a mere reflection of himself in the glass.

Hope. As annoying and human as she was Penelope Barlow had become a ray of light in his dark cage. He almost looked forward to when Roderick would leave her beaten, chained to the pillar just so he could listen to her talk. She told him about everything she heard that could potentially mean something to him. But, what he looked forward to most was her stories of what she saw outside. It both annoyed and amused him to learn of her newfound friendship with his raven, but it brought him comfort to hear her speak of Jessamy, to know that she was well. She would describe the sky and the gardens to him, and if it rained she'd be dragged down soaking wet and tell him all about how she danced out in the rain. There was a small part of him, one that he'd never acknowledge for longer than a fleeting second, that hoped he'd be able to see her dance one day.

The gate opened and Morpheus' thoughts returned to the cage and the basement. He always held his breath, waiting for the day his captors would enter and the girl would follow behind like a loyal dog. More so, he feared the day that she'd return to the basement with her rebellious spirit broken at the hands of Roderick. Today, however, was certainly not that day. Roderick entered looking slightly more vexed than usual and behind him one of the guards followed, clutching his bleeding nose and dragging a smiling Penelope behind him with fire dancing in her eyes. He'd seen it many times, that fire. Each time always made him question whether she was really human or something else entirely.

This time he didn't fight against the swell of pride that overtook him at the sight of her. She will not be broken.

***

"Speak to me!" Roderick yelled hitting the glass with his cane. "Speak damn you!"

The Sandman didn't even flinch, just stared ahead with his usual uninterested look. Roderick growled and turned, grabbing me by the hair and pulling me to him, pressing me right up against the glass. A knife dug into the side of my neck as the Sandman met Roderick's eyes, the stars within them fading in a sea of darkness.

"Speak. To. Me." He said. "Or I'll carve her up til there's nothing left."

Those black eyes shifted to mine. Don't. I thought as if he'd hear me. Don't you dare. I hoped my eyes were enough to convey the message. The blade dug deeper, I clenched my jaw to hold in the pained scream, as Roderick dragged it down my neck leaving a long cut in its wake.

"SPEAK TO ME!!!" He roared, cutting another section of my flesh followed by another and another until he finally threw me into the pillar and forced the chain onto my wrist, letting me slump to the ground. He turned and stomped up the stairs, cursing and yelling.

I pressed a shaking hand to the cuts that now decorated my collarbone and moved to sit with my head against the stone. "Don't give him what he wants. Not ever."

Looking up into his dark eyes I could feel that now familiar tug of emotion and held back tears. "I don't care what he does. You don't give him an inch, you got that Sandy? Not one inch."

His eyes held the silent agreement. Not an inch.

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obsessedwhim · 9 months

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Office Time

You were ecstatic to hear that Ichigo would soon be spending some quality time in the Seireitei with his dear friends and probably training, which was always an inevitable option.

Though his arrival was in a few days you were bursting with glowing nervous energy, not that he was aware of your lowly sixth-seat self but man! You sure were aware of him!

Not only was he the courageous Hero who saved your home more times than you have fingers, but he was also kind, interesting and.. and... soooooOOOOOoooooo a t t r a c t i v e !

So tall and cool, you could barely look at him whenever Ichigo had somehow made it near your vicinity. Not to mention his intimidating Zanpakuto, shaped unlike any sword you had ever seen!

The first time you saw him in person was... admittedly- seeing Yoruichi pick up the youngster after his defeating of The One and Only Kenpachi Zaraki, Capitan to Squad Eleven.

She watched for a moment as you and your squad mates rushed to the scene of the crime and after that, it's like the bright burn of his hair scorched itself into the very wrinkles of your brain. Burning brighter with every thought that passed through your simple little scull.

There was this one time when you had to make a house call to a Lieutenant and the ginger just happened to be there. You kept quiet and tried so hard to keep your eyes on the bandages before you, but then a shadow covered the sunlight you needed and so, you glanced up with a question in your throat only to swallow said question like a cold rock once you saw it was the legendary Kurosaki, leaning over you with a curious stare. Sunlight glowing from behind him as if he were some sort of stunning.. glowy.. person- thing...

"Oh, hey there" he flickered his eyelids in blissful innocents, as if not sure if you were a person or not. Not that you've been acting like a normal person since noticing his spiritual energy which surrounded you like water, as though you had somehow sunk to the very bottom of the deepest lake- oddly, very much like a suffocating hug. You wondered what pressure Ichigo would use on you with his bare hands, not that he would, but say he would...

Before any more lude thoughts were able to flush the blood to your cheeks you blinked and began packing your things away quickly "Welp, that's all the help I can give ya Renji, stay well- be safe! Byyeeeee!"

With a medical box underarm, the smallest of the three ran out of a nearby door and hoofed it over the first garden wall you came across. Leaving both males blinking in your wake.

Though the memory itself was keeping you awake at bedtime with wave after wave of cringe, seeing his eyes up close- the way you could recall the different layers of brown in his almond-shaped gaze and still feel his room temp breath fanning on you from above- it was all worth it. The strange smell he emitted clung to your nostrils, but you being you enjoyed the odd scent coming from him, which you learned later on was a human realm aftershave.

Would it be weird if you bought it? That's weird, right? No... is it?

Whatever, because now was the time to completely indulge yourself in your work, with Hanataro off sick for the next couple of days you were chomping at the bit to get rid of this mountain of paperwork. You couldn't take all these tumultuous emotions and so it was time to forget all about 'em and focus on the perfect piles you had created, both alphabetically and essentiality wise.

It was perfect! Just you, this warm cup of tea and a wonderful breeze that drifted through the window. Nothing would take you away from your office space on this day!

Letting out a slow breath you sat at your desk, flickering through a handful sheets until a few squad mates ran by your open window, glancing at the outside world while black uniforms blurred past the square opening. The stampede pulled the forms you held to your chest in a strong rush of air and the white reports danced across the moving flashmob of rushing Reapers.

"No!" You reached after the vanishing articles, going limp and accepting your fate for now with a wince "Those were the forms to confirm public bathrooms..."

"Here" a hand held out a crumpled pile "I dunno if I got 'em all, but.. This is what I was able to get"

You felt it as soon as he held out those crumpled papers, his pouring energy washing over your skin as if the very sun itself took a moment out of its day to shower you with that good ol' fashioned Vitamin C, trying to ignore your burning flesh you held out shaky hands with a bowed skull "T-thank you, you.. didn't have too"

Though you couldn't see it, Ichigo's shining eyes widened and he near dropped the pile into your little hands before clearing his throat "Naaah, it's.. no problem" he scratched the side of his head before realising you weren't moving.

"Yooou uh, you okay there?" the local Hero quirked a brow as you took a moment to quietly whimper to yourself "I... can't move"

Ichigo bent his knees and squatted before you, glancing up through his lashes and the strands of your hair it was becoming increasingly harder to breathe normally, he was absolutely breathtaking, even more so than you thought from all the distances you'd seen the wonderful Kurosaki form, from all angles. Which was rather annoying at this point in time, but oh well.

Your lungs squeezed at the window corner internally slicing you in half and Ichigo chuckled as blood filled your cheeks "You want some help?" he questioned, grinning widely and you couldn't help but hold what little breath you were getting.

Keeping his eyes matched with yours the male grabbed the scruff of your uniform and lifted you back into your office window all while your fingers shredded the at sheets mercilessly as you imagined his strong hand wrapped around your throat instead.

"Well.." Ichigo turned with a salute, not letting you see his blush rise at how light you were, he could just pick you up and take you away from here "See you 'round"

And there he left you, before anything could register through your shocked being but still that strange aftershave drifted through you and proceeded to stay with you for the rest of your office time.

#ichigo kurosaki #ichigo kurosaki x reader #fanfics #ichigo kurosaki x oc #fanfiction #adult ichigo kurosaki x reader #bleach x reader #fanfic writing #bleach ichigo #bleach headcanons #Fluff

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ghostly-penumbra · 1 year

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One day, the Earth will die.

That is a fact of the Universe, it happens all the time to countless planets. It's normal.

It won't be soon, but millions and millions of years into the future. When the continents have moved so much we wouldn't recognize them if we saw them. When our own languages are so old they could as well be foreign. When our people have changes so much that they will see us and call us primitive and unevolved.

Will it be a fiery death? A cold cessation that freezes the core? Will it just lie down to sleep, and never again wake up? That, we don't know.

But when the time comes, a King will return. Short, with a round face that betrays his youth, even if he now has earned the title of Ancient, he shall keep the face he died with.

He will bring an army with him, his whole kingdom, and they will spread across the globe, taking positions with the intensity they would have in a war, and there will be nothing to stop them from following their King's command.

And as our Earth is dying, but as she is still alive, they will all take her, steal her away, together, to his realm of death, where the realm, infinite as it is, will welcome her with open arms and infuse it with the strenght it has given the dead. And so our Earth shall remain, not alive, not death, but a special something in between, the same existence of the little King that couldn't let her go.

And in the eons and eons to come, as travellers from all over the universe pass that spot where our planet once resided, the will see a shadow, an echo, of what once was. They won't know who we were, but they will know we existed.

And to anyone you ask, in their many languages, spoken or otherwise, in whatever form they communicate, they will all agree in a name, to call this vision.

The Phantom Planet.

#Danny Phantom #alex talks #Phantom Planet #idk what this is #it just came to me when writting about the end of the universe #i thought 'by then earth will be gone too'#and thus this was born #ghostly-scrypts

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blues824 · 1 year

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Good evening, may I request the obey me side characters with a demon honey badger mc finding finding out demon honey badgers are very rare and saw their demon form when they got mad

I never thought I would be using the info on National Geographic’s website to help me write fanfiction, but here I am. Imma sprinkle some lore in here as well.

Diavolo

It’s not often that you see the demons that take after different animals. While they are uncommon, the ones you would typically see are ones that take after black cats, spiders, the ones that are based off of animals that are associated with bad luck.

You don’t see honey badger demons.

Diavolo always asks you to help him make a decision because honey badgers are known for being intelligent. Plus, there is a fighting fire in you and you are able to not cave in to anyone.

During one of these Council Meetings, you got angry and broke out into your demon form. He understood, because you were thinking about how the other person’s idea would affect the animal demons while they were excluding them.

However, this verbal battle between the two of you was about to get physical. Diavolo was about to end it when you used your defense mechanism. The putrid fluid typically came from the rear end of a honey badger, but you were able to expel it from your hands. Asmodeus started throwing up and Mammon passed out from how bad it smelled.

The young Lord followed you outside where he tried to calm you down. One thing about your demon form is that your hair is a lot more like fur. He runs his hand through it and you are growling in leftover anger. He finds it adorable, but he won’t tell you that because he doesn’t want to make you angrier.

Barbatos

He remembers the times where the animal-like demons were running around just like any other. However, like a lot of animals in the human world, the demons were hunted for their qualities or because they were different (think Demi-Human in Rising of the Shield Hero)

He appreciates your mind because you are very good at problem solving. He often asks you to help Diavolo with whatever he needs because sometimes the young lord needs the point of view of a different demon.

Once, when the brothers were fighting on one of the outings with the whole group, you got fed up. He already knew what was going down. You shot the liquid out of your fingers and it stank so bad that the others had no choice but to stop fighting so they could stop themselves from inhaling the smoke.

Barbatos had to hold back a few chuckles because you looked quite adorable in your anger. He noticed that you had the white stripe down your hair, so he assumed you were in your demon form. He walked you over to a seat so that you could gather yourself for a few moments, but he couldn’t help but start petting you to calm down.

Solomon

He’s heard and read about the different types of demons, and he found the animal ones very intriguing. He would most definitely ask you a bunch of questions of how you differ from, say, the Royals and the Avatars. Mans has a notebook dedicated to you and your kind.

He loves having you in his lab/room because you offer a different perspective on things. You already have a magical background considering you’re from the Devildom, so he asks you to assist him from time to time.

One time, all of the brothers were arguing over who got to do what with whatever, and you were sick and tired of it. You sprayed each of the brothers with the malodorous liquid and it got them to stop fighting. You were yelling at each of them about how childish they were acting.

Solomon came over and led you away by the arm. He took you to his room, where he sat you down on the stool and started talking to you softly. He knelt down and looked up at your face so that you would be able to see the gentle look on his face. It was soothing for you, and you eventually got back to your normal, human-looking form.

Simeon

There were similar beings in the Celestial Realm, where angels take after animals and have animal-like qualities. However, they were more common up there than down here. He always found them interesting, but he doesn’t think anything of it.

You are often helping everyone because of your exceptional problem-solving skills, and he hopes you know how great you are for doing that. He will take it upon himself to make you feel appreciated because it matters.

One time, the brothers were arguing over something, and you were just absolutely done. You sprayed each of the brothers with the malodorous liquid and it got them to stop fighting. You were yelling at each of them as well about how childish they were acting. It was a very amusing sight.

However, Simeon knew that the brothers would be walking around like kicked puppies if you continued yelling, so he quietly led you away. He sat you down on a nearby couch in the living room of the HoL and had you lean on him. He started gently running his hands through your hair/fur so that you could calm down.

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twst-drabbles · 1 year

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Neige and Rook 2

Summary: Rook watches you as you approach Neige backstage, asking him to find some books that aren't in the library of Night Raven College.

(More Janitor AU. Reader in this AU is stubborn in their pursuit for knowledge. They are hungry for it, since this is a world of magic, along with the fact they're not stuck having to stick to a specific learning curriculum. They're free to research whatever, so long as they pass their exams.)

While he isn't exactly surprised at the punctual nature of your routine as you walked backstage early, Rook is shocked by the fact that you walked outside the boundaries of Vil's domain and into Neige's. Well, there aren't any physical lines indicating such things, but the staff involved made the distinction easy enough.

As far as he knew, and as much as he was allowed to watch, you hold no connection to King of Snow. In fact, he isn't even sure you knew of his existence beyond what rumors might've entered your ears. He knew well enough you had many an ad blocker on your phone and have shown infinite stubbornness on what you want and what you seek rather than having anything else decide for you.

Rook is shocked, but he can't say that this is something outside the realm of expectation. You are a janitor, a worker behind the scenes, so you fit in well and it reflects on your nature. Trouble isn't something you call for. You stick to what you know, away from fights that will lead to horrendous injuries. However...

You are a defender of your territory. Threats to your routine, disturbances of what may as well be your pride in your profession, you stand your ground without any wavering to your stance. The confidence of someone who very well knows their place and won't let other challenge or mock it.

You have a goal, that much is clear, but you're wandering outside what is your normal. You're going into places that are not within your internal script. You're exiting the safety of routine and going towards the shining King of Snow that will no doubt blind and flounder you.

He should know. Such a thing happened to him, once upon a time.

"Excuse me," you didn't tap his shoulder. Strangers don't touch each other, one of your internal rules. Your voice will do the work. "You're a part of RSA, aren't you?"

However, he shouldn't have been worried. How dare he doubt the strength of your pride? Of your ability to grab at your goal?

King of Snow turned away from the dwarves before him and faced you.

"Hmm? Oh! Yes, I am," And that adorable, captivating smile came. He's always so eager to lend a helping hand. "Is there something you-"

"Ah!" One of the dwarves, the one of many sneezes, broke away from his group, "It's you! Our savior!"

And you were so focused on your goal that you actually didn't see them there. But you were quick to recover. How fascinating. Not a waver in your voice.

"Savior? All I did was knock a broom against their skulls. That's hardly savior-like." And yet that smile of yours. You drink in the compliment. "Anyways, glad to see you folks are doing alright."

"So you're the one that saved my friends?" The beauty of Neige lays in his eyes, in the way they glow with an appreciation for life and others. "Thank you so much! I'm glad you were there when they needed help. Oh, but, what did you call to me for? Is there anything you need? Anything at all?"

The strength of his sincerity would blind anyone. You, however, approached him with a goal, solely because he had an RSA uniform.

"Well, as you see, I'm a student here in NRC, so I have access to the library here. Problem is," you pulled put a mini journal and flipped to a page, "there's a specific author who penned a history book I'm interested in, but I could only find the third volume. The first two aren't here."

Rook knows who you're talking about. He knows you're aware of the nature of why those other volumes aren't here. And yet you omitted such things.

Truly, your quest for knowledge knows no bounds. Of course you would want to dive into banned books, for the pursuit of such things is too delicious to ignore.

Neige looked at the name. "So you want me to lend you those books then?"

You nodded. "If you can find them, that is. It's not too much trouble, is it?"

"No trouble at all! I'll see if they're in the library when this competition is over and give them to you, okay?" King of Snow clapped his hands and pulled out his phone. "Let's exchange numbers! If they're not there, I still want to thank you another way."

"Thank you, uh..." Oh you don't even know his name.

"Neige, Neige LeBlanche."

Oh, Rook just knows this is a start to a most precious friendship.

However, Rook can only hope this knowledge doesn't enter Vil's ears. Especially not in the state he is now.

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst-drabbles #twst-drabbles exclusive #drabble #royal sword academy #neige #neige leblanche #pomefiore #rook #rook hunt #janitor au #reader insert

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confusedandzalgofied · 1 month

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Some headcannon about zalgo?

Zalgo headcanons? Zalgo headcanons! I̡̤̞̱͈̋ͥ̔̈'̽̎̂̂͐m͎͇͇̘͎̠ ̺͓̦͉̟͖͢s͖̬̱̱͖̖̳o ͤ̒͛g̮ͥla͇͈͖̎ͨ͋͝dͭ̎̏̍ ̵̍ͫ̍yŏ̖̭̘̠͓̺̿̆ͯ̽ͣu ̧̅͆ͯ̑͆ͮas̗̰ͦ̓k̶ͥed̺̹̳̤̦̜!ͥͦ̂ Here, have a few from my little... alternate universe or whatever.

The less you know, the safer you are. The second you hear of him, even in passing, it's over. You'll start to notice things that seem odd once in a great while. They'll be few and far bet ween, but every time it happens, that's a bit more exposure to Zalgo. The same goes with mentioning him, or even thinking of it.

He doesn't necessarily directly influence humans himself, but rather the world around them. Just because he finds it amusing. The corruption of biological life is just a side effect of his actions, but he doesn't really care and if anything uses that to his advantage, spreading more chaos and carnage in his wake.

If someone or something were to become Zalgofied, it's actually a quite slow process as it's usually the result of cumulative exposure to the corruption. It's like… One would go from being relatively unaffected and only noticing a weird drawing or two or some corrupted text, to seeing it more often and thinking "Heh, Zalgo" and being a bit confused after the fact, to… full-scale something being noticeably wrong. Only after that point is when the physical effects start to set in, such as the blackening of eyes, warping of flesh, etc. Eventually, you b̶ec̵om̵e̵ o̴̓n̸̮̈́e ̶͍̳͗̋w̸̛i̴̙̤̽t̷͉̓͒ͅh̷͈̀ ̷̫̑t̷̕͝ͅh̴̡͝͝ȇ̸ ̷̭̠͐H̵̞͐̎ï̵̗̯ṽ̴̰͛ë̴̺́́ ̵̼̼͂̃M̶̜̒ĩ̵̱̚ņ̵̣̈́̐d̶͉̈́͐.̵̻̿

If he were to take on a human form, it wouldn't seem... Correct. There would be some major unplaceable uncanny valley energy, despite looking and seeming completely normal. He'd wear either a t-shirt and sweatpants and not give a shit, or the fanciest, nicest looking suit he could. There'd be no in-between. He also speaks every language, except he has a completely different voice for each language as well. Each different voice used to belong to something or someone that became part of the Hive Mind.

He doesn't need a Costco membership card. He'd just be able to go in if he felt like it, convincing the workers due to funny mind control that he DOES have one, despite clearly not having one.

Zalgo defies the laws of physics, holding quite literally a dead star / black hole. Somehow, he is completely unaffected by it. He's everywhere, yet nowhere. Just some eldritch, cosmic entity.

He also resides in some alternate dimension beyond our known universe. Despite this, he is able to see and interact with everything, the "glass" walls of his realm acting as a touch-screen window to anywhere, should he choose to do something.

He once corrupted an entire planet lightyears away from Earth. It ended up in a similar state to the planet TrES-2b, except it constantly emits a radio signal that if tuned into sounds like the agonized screams of the damned. Not much else is known about it though, as the scientists who discovered this began to experience the symptoms of an unknown illness, their ears bleeding, and starting to ramble on in seemingly gibberish. Only a few of them were able to remain coherent enough to report their findings, although shortly after they too fell strangely ill.

This is a silly one, but strangely enough, pizza rolls in a large enough quantity can be used as an offering to buy yourself just a bit more time. For reasons only known to him, he likes them.

Another silly one, but he thinks that human souls taste exactly like marshmallows when consumed.

I don't typically write out my headcanons so I'm not entirely sure what to share, but it'̧̹s̰̥ͅ ͛͆͏n̐̽i̗͖ce͡ ̩̘̃͗h̖̤ͯ͆a͜v̟̐i͚̱ͣ̽n̐̽g̐̈́ͫ͏ a ̅re̮͖͓͑̑̈́͢ả̽͏̻͓sͅo̤͈͡n̎ ̇tö͎̱́̈́̈́͜ sh͇ͣ̾a͕̍ͭ̃́ṙ͍eͩ͗̓ ̰̰t̼̱̻̑̏̀ȟͯe̗̱̹̓ͩ͂m̱͔͔͒̏̉͢!͉͈̑̃

#zalgo #zalgo creepypasta #zalgo headcanons #creepypasta headcanon

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thousand-winters · 1 month

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Remember how Amity accidentally called a teacher mom? Imagine Hunter calling Alador Dad. Dad Darius overhears and is incredulously or jealous. He gets Hunter new gruby uniform cause he's worried Hunter likes Alador more.

It really doesn't help that both of them are abomination users, and frankly? Hunter is used to the one adult who listens to him and guides him gently being Darius, so that kind of mentor-ish attitude Alador is taking with him at the moment while showing him what he's working on (I picture Alador working not only on the sigil removal but on other projects to help overall on the Isles, especially to make up for the damage his creations made + the sort of ableism he was promoting when he and Odalia forbid Amity from being friends with Willow because she couldn't do magic well) threw him off a little.

He didn't even realize Darius had heard that one because he was a little too busy going all red and apologizing frantically to an increasingly confused Alador. He truly doesn't see him as a father figure, he just has a complicated relationship with actual kind adult figures in his life, considering the first one to be kind to him ended up becoming his dad, and then when he was in the Human Realm, he was sort of registering Camila's behaviors with Luz and Vee and the rest of them like "oh, so this is what a parent is supposed to act like" and while of course there's Camila herself, Eda, Raine, and other adults who are actually good and are not his parents, he's still adjusting to the reality of authority figures not acting abusive with their power.

So between that, and the reminders of his sewing lessons with Darius, when Alador picked up something to show him with abominations, the "dad" just sort of slipped out.

Alador is very understanding about the whole thing once he stops being all ??? and Hunter can go back to his normal life just a little more mortified than before, but it's all fine. Or so he assumes, anyway, until he notices that Darius is being increasingly doting and affectionate.

It wouldn't even be that weird; Darius was probably also holding back from being too affectionate at the very beginning because Hunter wasn't used to that kind of familiar dynamic and he got overwhelmed quickly with physical affection, mostly, plus feeling like he had to repay every single gift or thing Darius bought for him. It was progressive, and this almost could pass at that if Darius didn't seem slightly frantic about it.

Now, Darius truly does want what's best for Hunter, and he wouldn't have protested, even if it's not what he would have wanted, if Hunter had preferred to be taken in by another family (provided that they were good people, of course), but at this point, when they're officially a family? And the fact that it's Alador of all people? Please, that man is still trying to repair his mistakes with his own children, he's not well suited to adopt another kid out of nowhere. Darius is aware he might be letting a bit of bitterness slip in there but he's just a little panicky wondering what he did so wrong for Hunter to see Alador as his dad.

Eberwolf would probably be the one to call him out because if anyone knows Darius well, it's gonna be Eberwolf, but if he was absent for whatever reason, it would take a bit longer for the situation to come to a head, though probably not that long. Hunter, ultimately, did learn to read adults fairly well, or at least their emotions, as a survival mechanism, so he would eventually pick up on how Darius seems almost anxious whenever he offers him something these days. Again, it's not that Darius isn't doting usually, but to this extent that seems practically? Yeah, no, something's off.

He's very hesitant to bring it up because he's not the best still at confrontation with adults, let alone his parent since Darius is, in some sense, "above" him in his vision of things, but the question of what's going on might just be enough for Darius' facade of normalcy to just break.

Hunter wouldn't even think it's silly, he knows what he would feel if he heard Darius calling another kid his child, so he doesn't hesitate to explain the logic behind that whole thing, as sheepish as he is to also imply that Darius has enough similarities to Alador for his mind to get all jumbled up.

In the end it's an embarrassing event for everyone involved and they do NOT want to talk about it once they have solved it. They are swearing not to mention it once Eber gets back.

#hunter deamonne #darius deamonne #dadrius #alador blight #the owl house #toh

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negative-speedforce · 3 months

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Tell me one weird fact/hyperspecific detail about each of your OCs?

Siv: Was born (created?) with 6 fingers on her right hand, which Eobard had removed so that she'd be as normal-passing as possible, despite it being unneccesary.

Jay: Implanted a series of chips into his non-dominant hand in order to be able to control his wheelchair remotely using only hand signals

Cassandra: still only uses Facebook like some kind of grandmother

Hailey: Cannot be in proximity to Siv when she's in eldritch mode for too long because Siv's eldritch powers make it difficult for her to maintain her physical form.

Arya: Claims they have difficulty both reading and writing human languages, but they're actually just dyslexic

Ember: Has two teacup chihuahuas, named Gucci and Prada, that they carry around in a tiny pink handbag. Prada and Gucci pictured below-

Gina: Would have made valedictorian if she hadn't died at the end of the school year

Esme: Started her career as a model at 15, much to Eobard's disapproval.

Cat: Is wanted by the governments of 14 different countries for her hacktivism

Kyle: Has four bullet scars in his back from a particularly nasty situation in which he was helping an abuse victim escape her boyfriend. Needless to say, the shitty ex got electrocuted.

Max: Found out Siv was alive because they took the same pole dance class because he wanted to be able to give Kyle a very special birthday present

Eric: Spent most of his childhood and young adulthood under Apartheid, and has significant trauma from it, leading to him being very protective of his children

Jacob: Met Eric while on a study abroad trip to South Africa in college

Khalil: Watched his uncle disintegrate himself by overloading on magic and that's why he fears using his own

Antonio: Once killed 4 cops by telekinetically shattering the glass of several skyscrapers around him, and subconsciously creating a tornado of broken glass to protect himself

Reggie: Accidentally caused a week of panic for her parents when she tried to shadow travel for the first time and ended up getting stuck in the shadow realm, leading to her parents believing she had been kidnapped

Ameerah: Has been the victim of "Millenials and Gen Z can't read cursive" because the bank teller at a bank she wanted to rob couldn't read "This is a robbery".

Rania: Torched Eobard's lab after finding out what he had done, before confronting him. It was definitely a nice surprise for him to come back to, all of his life's work and research reduced to ashes.

Meredith: Built the text-to-speech/speech-to-text system that she uses to compensate for her deafness at the age of 8.

Kelsie: Has been mistaken for Poison Ivy due to her plant-based powers, despite Poison Ivy being literally GREEN.

Cory: Has a highly successful TikTok account where she posts about Decora-kei fashion, which is her primary source of income.

Director Hawke: Killed her daughter when she found out what she was doing, because she considered her a "deviant-sympathizer", whatever that's supposed to mean.

Torryn: Has both meta-powers (psychometry/seeing an object's past by touching it), and magic abilities, though they're quite weak, considering that his closest Witch ancestor was his 3rd great-grandfather.

Onnie: Despite being an extremely powerful speedster, she prefers to drive places, because most of her clothes are extremely expensive, and she doesn't want them to be destroyed.

Pippa: Goes through a villain arc because she is so sick of being walked all over due to her kind and forgiving nature (also a bit of Negative Speed Force corruption via Onnie might have a part to play in it)

Jessi: Has a net worth of nearly a billion dollars, from both legal activities (her music career) and illegal activities (being a mob boss)

Hyun-Ki: Is a classically trained countertenor, and can hit an A6 on a good day (plenty of warmup and sleep, lots of water, etc). However, he primarily uses his lower register to sing because he got bullied in high school for his voice.

Marie: Had her least favorite coworker assimilated because she was fed up with him constantly insinuating that she was a traitor or spy because she's half Romulan and got in deep trouble for that (it was totally worth it)

Liah: Was almost the first Cardassian Bollywood star, but chickened out and joined Starfleet because she hated the attention. She still occasionally performs for her coworkers.

Qiara: Learned how to harness starlight in order to supplement her own energy reserves because her powers are significantly weaker than the average Q

Soraya: Can't stand Ferengi, since they're always really creepy to her despite her being a starship captain.

Thalia: Spent 3 months institutionalized after killing her Master to save her squad, due to reckless choices including stealing and crashing the Chancellor's speeder on a whim

Reyna: Matchmade her former Master and the guy that her stepmom tried to force her to marry

Athena: Is still somewhat illiterate due to only learning to read when she was in her mid/late teens and managed to get her doctorate in biology by transferring all her textbooks onto audio files

Laila: Is a massive tea snob. Don't give her some crappy bargain tea, she will in fact kill you for that.

Pyrrha: Had to be taught how to swear due to her extremely controlled upbringing. A stormtrooper who said "heck" in front of her was subject to execution.

Aldrich: Speaks like the protagonist of a Bronte romance, due to being British and being turned during the Regency Era.

Samira: Her father, who is an Imam, was surprisingly supportive of her desire to marry a vampire, and married them in secret, because he would rather his daughter have a forbidden romance than be miserable because she couldn't marry the person she loved.

Matt: His joints are in worse shape than they probably should be, because his stepfather is EXTREMELY traditional and believes he can just macho his EDS away, putting him through intense training.

Vanessa: Is quite literally invulnerable (at least for the next few years) due to all the changes that Venator St. James did to her with his experiments, and needing time for her original DNA to reassert itself.

Dolores: Got a job at the Red Cross and had her fangs filed down so she could pass in normal society as human. She feeds on the rejected and expired blood bags, i.e. the donor had a bloodborne illness or it expired or something.

Sohelia: Despite her vampire heritage meaning that she would be naturally more vulnerable to sunlight, thanks to *melanin* from her mom's side, she's surprisingly resistant, and is only as vulnerable as your average Northern European person (aka steps in a sunbeam and gets a bad burn)

Victorie: Occasionally creeps people out with her usage of modern slang, which she technically shouldn't know because she's been isolating herself for 200 years, but knows because of her ability to dreamwalk

Kayla: Was fully conscious while committing all the atrocities that HYDRA forced her to do after capturing her post-CATWS, due to them forgoing the brainwashing and instead choosing to control her via an implanted chip

Dori: Is usually seen as unnaturally pretty/handsome (depending on which form they're in) because they used their shapeshifting abilities to rid themselves of any perceived flaws.

#ask revan #oc shit #practically-an-x-man

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