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jo-harrington · 3 months

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Stranger Than (Fan)Fiction - Prologue: Crossover

Summary: Everyone wishes that they could have an Eddie Munson in their lives. In a strange turn of events, Eddie wishes that he could meet you, his favorite character from a cult classic 80's TV series. And he's about to get his wish.

Word Count: 3.9k

Pairing: Eddie Munson/Fem!Reader

Warnings/Themes: No-Upside-Down AU, Minor Angst, Fluff, Isekai, Mentions of FOI-compliant events

Note: Hello and welcome. I'm very excited about getting to expand on this idea; it's going to be a wild ride. Please note as you head in, and as we get into further chapters...this fic is going to be a little mind-fucky and a little bit self aware. This is my love letter to and my criticism of fanfiction, but at the end of the day, we're still gonna get to fall in love with Eddie and get some kind of Happily Ever After. This is my guarantee.

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May 2022. Such a weird time.

A time of uncertainty, a time of change. A time where the world seemed like it had been torn apart and was slowly being knit back together again.

But then a switch was flipped. Something happened. An old season ended and a new one started and with that start came something new. Someone new. And suddenly, countless people began to yearn for this new person in their lives.

A new, old person. Eddie Munson.

Joy ignited. Creativity sparked. Millions of words written and read. Edits made. Art drawn. Merch bought.

So many voices crying “why isn’t he real. WHY ISN'T HE REAL.”

If there was a god, he would let them have their own Eddie Munson. And if there was a Satan, he would let them sell their souls for Eddie Munson.

That’s just not how the universe works.

At least…not this one...

October 1985. A different kind of place and time. Still weird.

But Eddie Munson was real.

Sometimes to his detriment.

And for the most part, it was alright.

He played guitar, laughed with friends, mocked bullies to protect the people like him that were considered less than. He'd overcome hardships of one sort or another for most of his life, he could keep at it for a little while longer.

It would be his day week month year sometime soon.

Wouldn't it?

But until then, he would bide his time. Hopefully, this year, he'd pass all of his classes and finally graduate. Get to flip that douchebag Higgins off and snatch up a long-awaited, and well-deserved diploma.

What made it all easier, what softened the blow...was you.

It was silly. He knew that. Ronnie used to tease him on Wednesday nights when he needed to run home because he had a "standing date with his girl."

"Your girl doesn't even know you're alive," she'd scoff as he bustled her into the van. "She isn't real."

No...no you weren't.

Why couldn't you be real.

See, for the past...however long Eddie had spent his late nights half-assing homework, planning campaigns for Hellfire, working on music, and watching a television show. His guilty pleasure, a show about the ups and downs and upside downs of living in a sleepy suburban town: Port Geneva.

A show where you were his favorite character.

And crush.

You weren't the main character--in fact, you were just the main character's quirky best friend--but you were a fan favorite, as much as he could tell. You'd only been in the background during the first season, but before long you were front and just-left-of-center. And last year, you'd even gotten a two-episode arc in the season finale as you turned the small town on its head by announcing, a month or two before graduation, that you were quitting school to follow your dream and become an artist.

And man...Eddie had been there.

He'd actually missed those episodes airing when...well, when everything happened with his father and the heist...and the house...and Paige.

He'd missed a lot of episodes that season. Missed seeing you come into your own as he tried and failed to come into his.

Thankfully Wayne--and Eddie wasn't a believer but whatever deity in charge needed to bless his Uncle Wayne--had the foresight to tape those episodes for him.

Those tapes would be cherished 'til the day he died, because they had truly gotten him through those tough days after everything.

He wished he had seen them when they aired, maybe...maybe he would have made some different decisions if he had.

Of course, Eddie had already loved you before then.

Since he had first laid eyes on you, actually.

He was sure that if you were real, you would be the one to understand him more than any of his friends. See the real him. In return, he would understand you, be there for you too.

He already had been. He'd seen you cry countless times, he'd laughed with you, celebrated your successes and mourned your failures. He'd been there for you when you crushed on that dickhead Mark, and then had your heart broken by the careless jerk.

And somewhere deep down inside of him, when he was sitting in that jail cell after he wasted his phone call on Paige and he felt the weight of the world bear down on his shoulders…he wished that you were real so he could have called you instead.

If you were real, Eddie's life would just be a little nicer.

He knew…he just knew.

Of course, in the mean time while he wished with every fiber of his being that you would walk into his life, he brought you to life in other ways. During mid-season and summer hiatuses, he would write you into his DND campaigns. His friends knew, they always called him out for it.

"Are you seriously making her an NPC man?" Dougie would scoff and throw a D20 across the table at him.

"No, what are you talking about?" he defended and threw the die right back at his friend. "This is Spiria the Bold."

"Uh huh," Jeff rolled his eyes. "Sure."

By his imagination and his pen, you became a powerful warrior, a sharp-tongued trickster, a seductive mage. You became anything he wanted you to be--most often with a companion and lover that mirrored him--and everything he knew, deep down, that you were.

And then the unthinkable happened.

September ‘84. He and Wayne were in the checkout line at K-mart. Cart stacked with new clothes and school supplies and groceries. When suddenly...there you were. Right in front of him.

Alright, not you. Per se. But your face, smiling alongside Samantha and Patrick and Scotty and Bill on the cover of the TV Guide.

On Set with the Stars of Port Geneva.

Wayne was the one to snatch the magazine from the rack and add it to their bounty, a knowing smile on his lips as he shook his head.

He knew Eddie needed a little pick-me-up.

Or a big one.

How could he have known this would be anything but one...

Eddie scoured over the pages once they got back to the trailer. He was hoping there would be a big enough picture of you that he could cut out and tape to the otherwise barren walls of his new room. And there was; you were leaning against the back of your signature pastel blue Volkswagen Beetle, arms across your chest, head tilted to the side with the signature scrunched smile you gave when you were embarrassed.

He adored you.

Before he took scissors to the page, he read the interview with your actress.

He wasn't too keen on her, even though she had your face.

The illusion that Rosemary Glass was really you had been shattered the first time he'd heard her voice on a radio interview; instead of your perfect and familiar middle-American speech...Rosemary's voice was accented.

Not to mention, she sounded pretentious.

Gross.

Still, he could look past that annoyance if he got some kind of insight to what the next season would bring for you.

Hopefully not a new love interest. His heart could only take so much.

...gives us a tour of the Patterson and Son's set, one that is forever enshrined as the setting of Patrick and Samantha's first kiss. "Oh I'm actually not fond of that scene," Rosemary confesses. "Yeah it's sweet, and the way I bring Sam in so Pat could confess his feelings but the...when I fell down? It was not scripted. And I was honestly shocked they kept that in. But fans seem to think she's clumsy now because of it. That I'm clumsy. When I just tripped over a wire. It's quite awful, really." We ask Rosemary to tell us what she'll miss most, now that the show is coming to an end...

Eddie went rigid as he read those words.

The show...coming to an end?

"What?" he exclaimed into his empty room. "No, no, no."

He carefully examined the article again, then turned back to the beginning of the feature, only to feel his heart stop in his chest.

The title of the feature was like crit hit.

The final killing blow to his already weak constitution.

One Last Summer in Port Geneva - On the Set of the Final Season

The final season was a sham.

Eddie savored every episode, though. Of course he would!

He would enjoy every last moment with you that he could get before he lost you forever. But...he hated it.

It was lazy writing--seriously what were they thinking--and a quick, cheap means to tie up all the loose ends they'd set up over the years. He could tell they tried to deliver as fulfilling a finale for the extensive cast of characters as they could. Still, he was sure he could have done better.

Samantha and Patrick got engaged after graduation. That was lame.

Bonnie finally quit the bakery to open her own cafe the next town over. Didn't anyone remember that she wanted to quit because she wanted to be a vet instead? That was the whole point of her! She didn't want to follow in her family's footsteps and she was doing just that.

And you? You took a backseat.

Instead of leaving town right after graduation--something that you had followed through reluctantly to make your parents happy even though you had just resolved to put your own happiness first for once--you stayed to help Pat plan his proposal.

Your big adventure, your big push for your dreams, were on hold again. You played second fiddle over and over until the final episode.

Eddie was grateful to have you for a little longer, but...once again annoyed that you were looked over--over and over, just like he was--when you had already proved that you were worthy of top billing.

Worthy of being the main character for once.

Still, at the beginning of the series finale, you packed your bags, cashed in your savings account, and drove out of town. The future was yours, just like it was always meant to be.

And Eddie cried.

The whole time tears streamed down his face as you said your own watery goodbyes. He might have even waved as you stuck your hand out the windshield to say goodbye to your friends as your car idled at the last stop sign. You blew a kiss to everything you knew and loved then started on your way into the unknown, car getting smaller in the distance right before the commercial break.

He held his breath for the final scene: a walk through the house where it all started and then Sam smiled her signature hopeful smile as she shut the door on the audience.

The screen faded to black for one final time and he exhaled.

"It's over," he muttered in slight disbelief, suddenly unsure of what to do with himself.

Port Geneva was over, and you were gone for good.

It was a strange feeling.

Heartbreak, mourning, disappointment? He couldn't really know for sure. Empty was the best way to describe it; the lack of feeling. It was infuriating. Port Geneva was just a television show, he attempted to rationalize for the nth time since he started watching. You were just a character on a tv show; how could you mourn for someone and something that wasn't even real?

You hadn't actually died. He could still see glimpses of you if he wanted, whenever Rosemary Glass' next movie came out or something.

But that wasn't you.

You were gone, for all intents and purposes, and it was a blow that hit Eddie hard.

How could he go on without you?

Devastated, he got high that night after he stewed on his grief. He day-dreamed and monologued to an empty trailer about a universe where the two of you were together, where your travels took you to Hawkins, of all places, and you fell in love with him, just like you were supposed to.

If the walls could talk, they would have a fantastic tale to tell. One with heroes and misunderstandings and love at first sight. One with a horrible, unseen foe and many pitfalls and dangers that exceeded anyone's wildest imaginations. One with a magic door that led to the happily ever that was beyond well-deserved.

Grief did wonderful and terrible things, after all.

He woke up for school the next morning with cotton mouth and a vague outline of a story that did just that: brought you to Hawkins to fall in love with him and all of the other things that seemed like nonsense once he was in a more right-minded state.

The only problem was that it was all in his English notebook. And he didn't need anyone finding that.

"Fuck," he groaned and ripped the page out. He shoved it into his bedside drawer, where it would be doomed to a crumpled and forgotten future.

Or until he needed a condom.

Which, considering how everyone had doubled down on their disgust of him, wouldn't be any time soon.

But there you stayed.

Put away, like old obsessions and childish things, to be ignored and forgotten.

At least for a little while.

Eddie tried.

He did.

He kept you and Port Geneva out of sight and mind as much as humanly possible. It was the most effort he had really put to anything tangible in the past year.

The series ended at a weird time--during the middle of the season--and some investigative journalism show took over its time slot. Barbara Walters couldn't hold a candle to you, so it wasn't difficult for him to keep himself rooted in reality on the nights where he typically indulged in his silly fantasies.

The daydreams that he had were limited to lyrics for Corroded Coffin originals and ideas for Hellfire, and nights were spent alone in the darkness of the living room, with his reflection in the television set to keep him company as he tried his best to do homework that he'd already done before.

Before he realized, though, the school year was coming to a close and he was--big shocker--on the brink of failure. It wasn't until Higgins called him into his office, again, that you made your violent resurgence into his life.

There was a tentative truce between Higgins and Eddie for a while.

Civility was a strange thing for both of them. They actively avoided one another, save for a snide jab here and there, and Eddie tried to stay out of the Principal's Office as much as he could.

That is, until Higgins was forced to tell Eddie that he needed to repeat his repeat senior year.

"Don't act like I want this at all," he sneered at Eddie who tripped over a reaction. "I'd rather have you out of these halls for good. You drop out one year, then you re-enroll and you fail another. Try to make the most of it this time Munson; I don't want to have this talk again."

Eddie grumbled the whole drive back to the trailer, and he fell onto the sofa with his head in his hands once he got in.

"Which one of the fates wrote this stupid plot for me now, as if last year wasn't enough. You can't make this stuff up sometimes."

He laid there, wallowing in his misery for hours, days, years, until it got dark enough for headlights outside to be noticeable as they shined through the window. There was a glint of a reflection that caught his eye and had him turn his head.

"TV," he sighed and reached out as though he could touch the set and stacks of tapes neatly piled below. “The cause-of and solution-to all of life’s problems.”

He contemplated his life for a few more minutes.

He could make the most of the final few weeks of the school year. He could set himself up as a willing and reliable pupil for these last few assignments and tests, even though they wouldn't mean very much.

He could do all of these things so that when he walked into the halls of Hawkins High in the fall, on his absolute last first day of school--whatever deity or powers-that-be willing, because how "getting the hell outta dodge or he would die here" turned into "two extra years in that shit hole" he could only attribute to cosmic intervention--the faculty would already know he would try his best this time.

It would show them he was serious about graduating and that he would succeed despite all odds against him. Finally.

He could do this.

Or...

He could put in one of the tapes from the stack and scrounge for loose bills left over from his last few transactions and order a pizza. Pretend like he didn't exist for a little while.

And given the choice?

Eddie Munson chose the latter.

And he continued to choose the latter throughout the summer and even into the fall.

Nights that he didn't already have plans were spent in front of the television.

They were cherished nights with you.

Aside from his VHS recordings, he found a channel that showed reruns of Port Geneva after 10pm. Two hours of small town shenanigans that might very well be found just outside of his own door--if he only went and looked--with you just there, making your appearance every so often and catching his eye.

Homework was sometimes left halfway done on the coffee table until he needed to switch out a tape, or change the channel, and he spent more time filling his heart than enriching his mind, so to speak; he knew all of this school stuff already anyways.

Third times a charm and all right?

He talked to the screen more often than not, tried to warn you against one disappointment or another. Sometimes, if he was watching one of his tapes, he'd pause right on your face and just talk to you. Mundane things, usually, like Ronnie's last phone call home or some album that got released and a song he thought you might like.

Other nights, like tonight, he got vulnerable. Moments where life seemed a little extra trying, and he'd confess his feelings to your image.

Knelt on the floor in front of the coffee table, warm light bathed his face promising comfort as he spoke, and the din of static emitted from the television set, akin to an angel's voice...beyond understanding of humans.

He'd never been one for church, but this kind of confessional was sacred enough.

An eternal bond, just you and him.

He stopped his ramblings at that thought.

It was a strange moment of clarity.

Where had that come from?

"I..." Eddie looked down at himself, a foot away from the television set, remote clenched in his hand. Then he looked at you, soul-filled eyes just beyond the glass, not looking at him, only...through him, just past him. "What am I doing?"

What was he doing? He was...he wasn't a kid anymore who could hide in his dreams; well, honestly he was always going to do that, but this was different.

One minute he felt the weight of the world lift off his shoulders as he told you about his troubles, and the next it was all back, heavier than ever, as he realized how silly this all was.

And here he was, wasting his life knelt at your altar.

It wasn't holy. It was pathetic.

You'd never answer; you weren't real.

"Why?" he asked aloud, jaw clenched. He gripped the remote tightly. "What did I do to not have...someone? Huh? What have I ever done to be alone? That I have to rely on a fucking television character to feel understood. And now I'm losing my mind talking to myself, talking to you, at midnight every night. Why am I here wishing that you're real? Why couldn't you just...be...real?"

If there was a God, he would let Eddie Munson have you. If there was a Satan, he would let Eddie sell his soul for you.

And that's how he knew neither of them existed: you didn't exist either.

Eddie hit the eject button on the VCR and was about to shut everything so he could go to bed, when there was a crash outside.

Crashes in Forest Hills weren't abnormal--someone backing into trash cans, losing traction on the icy roads in the winter, and the one time Mrs. Dawson kicked her husband out and threw all of his things out the window--but it was something he'd gotten used to since he came to live with Wayne.

This crash, however, started a ruckus.

Someone was yelling and that stupid dog across the way started barking.

Eddie was a lot of things...but a dramatic gossip was definitely high on the list.

What else was there to do in the Midwest?

He grabbed his cigarettes from the bowl full of junk on the coffee table and stepped outside, fully intent on plopping down on the old couch on the porch to smoke and watch the scene unfold.

A car crashed into the telephone pole; didn't look like there was much damage but it had run through some trashcans and might have clipped the drivers side mirror off of Mrs. Mayfield's car. The same Mrs. Mayfield who was on her own porch being held back by Max as she yelled.

"Are you kidding me? It's fucking midnight!"

"Mom! Stop!"

"The car, Max!"

Maybe there'd be a fight.

He barely got his cigarette lit when he noticed--really noticed--the offending car: a powder blue Volkswagen Beetle.

He blinked several times and then rubbed his eyes, thinking it might have just been a trick of the light or something.

Or it was a coincidence.

Or a dream.

Maybe he'd had a heart attack and died in front of his television or something?

Plenty of people drove Volkswagen Beetles. He was pretty sure he'd even heard Nancy Wheeler asking her parents for one as a graduation present.

But with the same license plate number?

The same one from the show, the same one that was in the TV Guide all those months ago. The same one on the makeshift poster he had taped on the wall next to his bed, that he'd run his fingers over to "kiss" you goodbye countless times, just like he did to his guitar.

"It's just dark," he tried to convince himself, "and I'm tired, and...and..."

It was a coincidence. It was a dream.

He repeated the mantra over and over in his head like a lifeline.

It was another fan like him who just used fantasy to make their life a little better. That's all he was trying to do too, right? He could understand; hell, if this was a new neighbor, maybe he'd be able to chat with them about the show. Wouldn't that be something?

Eddie was so distracted making up endless excuses for himself that he didn't notice Mrs. Mayfield as she threw her hands up in the air with an exaggerated "I'm calling the police. He didn't hear Max holler at her mom to calm down, or see the tail lights of the Beetle turn off either.

It wasn't until the driver's side door swung open and a sneaker-covered foot crunched against the gravel that he forgot all the excuses he was conjuring.

And his heart stopped as the driver got out of the car and stood in the faint glow of the streetlight.

Because that driver was you.

Next Chapter: Alternate Universe

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etheries1015 · 10 months

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Obey me x twisted wonderland crossover where MC goes to twisted wonderland from obey me but has their full range of magical powers

Only problem is, they can't really use it.

How would MC feel, hearing over and over about their useless state, when they are infact a rather powerful sorcerer?

pt 2 as requested: Here

Magic in twisted wonderland is managed and flows through mage stones, whilst in obey me magic is by a persons inner nature, and seems to be contained/managed via a wand of some sort (until you become mastered at it, like solomon, who still uses a wand!) Of course there are sigils and and other mediums to be used, however for this scenario, they are dulled thoroughly due to the 1) cut off between worlds and 2) The inability to adapt to a different worlds principles of magic.

Blot just isn't a thing in obey me, MC obviously doesn't have the ability to accumulate blot, so their type of magic is just incompatable with twisted wonderland. So imagine how goddamn frustrating it is when everyone likes to remind MC how magicless they are? And they really don't believe you when you tell them you're actually the apprentice of the most powerful sorcerer in humanity, and can control 7 of the most dangerous demons from your world.

"MC has about as much magical talent as a box of crayons," Ace snorts. He wouldn't be saying that if you just had the power to curse his mouth shut.

"You have no real merits to offer me, not to mention you cannot even use magic," Azul pointed out. If only you could summon leviathan and have him send lotan octavinelles way. They would be sobbing at your feet begging for forgiveness!

And Vil. "You're just about as polished as a sack of half priced potatos!" ...If Asmodeus were there to hear that comment. Vil would get a very analytical lecture about every tiny flaw and detail in his life. Vil would be shattered by the end of it, his pride and what he thought was beauty down the drain.

Crowley laughing at you to your face when you tried to tell him about devildom and where you wish to return. You? A magicless human? Hilarious. Crowley has been through his fair share of "demons" and dark magic, and he definitely did not believe you fit a "summoner of terrifying beings" vibe. If only Satan was there, then Crowley would really understand what it was like to fear something, and regret poking fun at you and taking your concerns so lightly. "If you had the ability to summon powerful demons , how come you are still here?" He mocked you. Of course you had tried, however with the problem being the connection between two completely separate dimensions causing a drift in your attempts to summon any of the brothers, It was nearly impossible. Sigils just did not carry the same amount of magic in twisted wonderland as it did back home.

It wasn't until you held one of the wishing stars (from the "make a wish" event) that anybody began to believe...no, consider your "ridiculous" stories. You held the star to your chest and made your wish of wanting to return home, to which it glowed so bright and cracked. Everyone stared at you as your star shattered, only someone with high concentrations of magic could cause something like this to happen. Since it wasn't powered via mage stone or the need of blot accumulation, your natural traces magic had managed to break the wishing star. Something only someone with a huge pool of magical ability could accomplish, if even.

"I have been trying to tell you guys" you growled, picking up the shattered pieces. Getting over the initial shock of the entire situation, they quickly dismissed it as a faulty star and writing off the strange phenomenon. There is just no way someone such as yourself could possibly hold such great traces of magic that you actually shattered the star, right? They all looked down at you, saw you so much differently, and treated you as such. You didnt belong at that school, and they made it clear. Well.... No matter.

Wait until they realize you finally had managed to successfully contact Lucifer, and they were actively working on your safe return.

And wait until they feel his power when he hears how poorly his little sheep had been treated.

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lovewithmary · 7 months

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THE ENGINEER | MCU X FORMULA ONE CROSSOVER

summary: where daniel riccicardo is star(k)struck

fc: gabbi garcia

author's note: kind of a filler tbh, I just wanted to practice writing for F1 since this is my first time and it's also the first time I'm creating an SMAU for tumblr.

warnings: iron man 2 spoiler, mentions of violence (I don't describe it, I just lightly cover it)

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"You have to make sure Mick doesn't get on his phone before I surprise him," Viviana said as she navigated through the thick crowd of people, ignoring the stares that were aimed at her.

Ever since the F1 WAGS (whatever that meant) Twitter account leaked that she just arrived in Monaco, she could practically feel people discreetly follow her even if it was to no avail considering her appointed bodyguards (courtesy of the one and only Happy Hogan) were only a couple steps behind her and stopped whoever came closer than what was comfortable.

"How exactly am I going to do that when all of you are practically stuck to your phones all the time?" an irritated voice replied.

"Be careful Toto, your age is showing," the Stark cooed, and she could practically see the man roll his eyes even if she couldn't see him.

"Also, didn't you say that you were going to send someone for me? I don't see anyone who looks like they'd know what they're doing be here," Viviana told Toto.

"Viviana!" She heard a voice in front of her and practically sighed in relief when she saw him.

"Lewis!" She greeted gleefully, hugging the man when she got close enough.

Lewis hugged back, and joked, "Never thought I'd see you outside of Fashion Shows,"

Viviana first met Lewis during the Monaco Grand Prix back when she was only 11 and he was 25. She didn't meet him for long though, as their meeting was cut short when Vanko infiltrated the race and attacked her father. She was quickly escorted away when it happened, in fear that Vanko would attack her next.

It was the first and last time a Stark would drive in a Grand Prix (or will it?)

(possible foreshadowing?)

However, Viviana would see Lewis in other places like the countless Fashion Shows he was a part of and she was attending. He'd always ask if she was ever going to visit the paddock, but he'd always get rejected and he understood considering it brought up bad memories for the girl.

"Trust me, if it wasn't for Mick, I would be out doing something else that isn't bumping elbows with random people," Viviana shuddered, as Lewis looked at the clearly out-of-place girl in amusement.

As they began walking, Lewis and Viviana started catching up, talking about various things. "I didn't know you and Mick were friends, much less best friends," he told her, making her shrug.

"We haven't seen each other in a long time, because I was busy with the company and he's busy with F1, we never had time to hang out in public. We'd only ever hang out at the Tower off-season," she told him.

"I mean, since you're here now, you're probably going to come here more now," he told her.

"Lewis!"

Both Viviana and Lewis turned to see Daniel Ricciardo, who managed to catch up with them. He gave a wide smile to Lewis, but when he realized who the girl next to him was, his eyes turned wide for a second before stuttering. "Uh—hi. Daniel Ricciardo," he said, holding out a hand for her to hold.

Viviana looked at him in amusement at his starstruck expression before shaking his hand and said, "Viviana Stark,"

"Oh, I know," Daniel blurted out, his face turning red at his obvious mistake.

Deciding to save his friend from further embarrassment, Lewis said, "Daniel, I was just escorting Viviana to surprise Mick at Mercedes, do you want to—"

"Yeah! I mean, sure. It'll be nice to see George and... George," Daniel said.

As Viviana turned to start walking again, Daniel turned to Lewis and said "George and George?! I couldn't even come up with another name?"

"You were practically drooling at the mouth, mate," Lewis chuckled.

"It's Viviana Stark! She's an absolute legend and not to mention she's really beautiful!"

"If this is how you react with her, I'm only imagining how the other drivers are going to react,"

#f1 instagram au #f1 x reader #f1 x y/n #f1 x you #f1 smau #f1 social media au #f1 imagine #f1 x oc #f1 oc #f1 ig au

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halfagone · 8 months

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The Power of DPxDC

There has been a lot of anti-DPxDC sentiment going around lately; if you haven't heard about it, then don't worry about it. This isn't a post about the negativity, this is a post celebrating how much we've done as a crossover fandom!

Just as a bit of perspective, I've been reading fics from DPxDC since 2020. Now that might not seem like a long time ago, but back then we didn't even have 100 fics for the crossover as a whole, and look at us now! This is a screenshot from Ao3 just today:

Incredible, isn't it? Look how much we've grown and contributed and shared! And that's not even mentioning all the wonderful Tumblr prompts and posts and incredible fanart. DPxDC has us in a chokehold and it isn't about to let go any time soon.

I know it can be a little disheartening to see all the people trying to drag us down. I know I've been left disappointed in some cases, but I also know that my love for the crossover hasn't abated at all, and I hope it stays that way with you all too!

There is so much engagement in this crossover, I cannot tell you enough how much you all have spoiled me with comments and kudos and fanart. A lot of my fandom friends like to tease me for writing so much, but I don't think I could have written half of those fics had it not been for people like you loving them as much as you do.

Passion is the lifeblood of this fandom, of every fandom! And I don't see that going away any time soon for DPxDC.

I know I want to comment and kudos more. I read a lot of fics, but I don't sign in often so that you can see me leaving that kudos, and it's been more and more apparent to me how many people don't realize how much I adore their writing. I'm hoping to fix that!

Some might say that we don't tag our work appropriately, and while that might be true in some cases, I cannot stress enough just how good of a job we're doing. @tourettesdog made a wonderful post not too long ago about tagging, and we do clean work! Not even a full 3% of all the tags they'd seen included a "main" tag, which has been the frustration for most. 3%? That's incredible!

You all deserve some appreciation for the hard work y'all do, and this is it! I hope you all know how well you've fed creators, readers, and fans like me! Don't let up, because we do amazing work. And that deserves to be celebrated.

#dpxdc #i'm gonna be real with you all #dpxdc got me through a TOUGH fandom break #had it not been for this crossover #i might have quit writing altogether #but you're the reason i kept going #and i can't stress enough how much #that means to me now #so thank you too

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randoimago · 5 months

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Hi, not sure if this counts toward your no-crossover rules but can I have Megumi, Gojo, Maki and Noritoshi with a rival reader who is like Gai from Naruto?

If not then just them with a rival relationship with the reader.

With a Rival Reader

Fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen

Character(s): Satoru Gojo, Noritoshi Kamo, Make Zenin, Megumi Fushiguro

Type of Request: Headcanons

Note(s): Reader having the personality of a character from another fandom is exactly why I have the no crossover rule in place (I kept getting tons of asks for Reader with various personalities with characters that it started feeling unoriginal and a bit boring to write).

I will be happy to write the second one for you though!! Also, it wasn't mentioned if Reader is supposed to be an S/O or not so these are mostly Platonic

Gojo

Oh this cocky piece of shit can't help but laugh when he hears that you consider yourself his rival, because he certainly doesn't. He has only known one person that he'd count as a rival and that person is long gone.

Sure, go ahead and keep training and pushing yourself to be stronger. He likes the idea of being used as motivation for you to push yourself (probably makes jokes about you being obsessed with him or smth)

Of course, when he does realize that you do have a similar power level to him, that's when things get interesting. Gojo has very specific goals and way of thinking and so he'll definitely want to get you on his side at least. It'd be fun for the strongest two people to pair up and scare the rest of the higher ups shitless.

Maki

She likes the motivation you give her to get stronger. Not that she needed much motivation from you, but it's a good way for her to access her own strengths compared to someone else.

So long as your rivalry is just as jujutsu sorcerers then she can deal with it. Don't mess with her chances with the Zenin clan though.

If you try to be her rival in other aspects (relationships, for example) then she doesn't get it. Now, if you bring up Yuta then she'll start getting flustered and fight you about it.

Megumi

He doesn't even realize that you view him as a rival. Megumi is mostly focused on himself and getting better with his own abilities. It isn't until you challenge him and actually call yourself his rival out loud that he gets it.

Is a tiny bit amused that you'd declare yourself as his rival when he didn't even view you as such previously. He isn't trying to insult you, his focus just wasn't on you (which still sounds a bit insulting).

Honestly, your "rivalry" ends up with you interacting with Itadori and Nobara a lot which just causes more exhaustion for him since now there's someone else's antics to deal with.

Noritoshi

Doesn't even view you as his rival (this time it is an insult, unlike with Megumi). Noritoshi has very personal goals in mind and he's not going to compete with someone that knows nothing about him.

You can be his rival all you want, but he's not going to acknowledge you. Noritoshi works and does as his clan says. Accepting your challenges or rising to any taunts you have isn't going to happen (unless you mention his mom then he might kill you).

And yet, as much as he claims you aren't his rival, he can't help but be jealous and upset with you. You're able to just casually call yourself his rival without a care in the world. He would love to be able to have the freetime to play along with you, but he doesn't because he has to continue to pretend to be a good boy for his clan if he wants to build a home for his mother to come back.

#Anonymous #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #noritoshi kamo x reader #noritoshi x reader #megumi x reader #megumi fushiguro x reader #satoru gojo x reader #gojo x reader #maki zenin x reader #maki x reader

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chittychittyyangyang · 11 months

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Breif rundown of the panel:

Talked about the DC Crossover (and that Yang and Weiss have a Type)

How different it is voicing a dub of your character who is in a lot of ways you helped create (about IceQueendom)

The actors being aware of the passage of time and that some fans started watching RWBY when they were in elementary school

Biggest growth: Weiss - identity outside of her family. Blake - trusting and rebuilding relationships. Yang - abandonment and learning people leaving isn't about you, it's about them (and a "Sorry!" From Arryn). Ruby - trusting and choosing herself, not just following roles placed on her.

Barb and Arryn thought the bees were beautiful, of course, and well paced even if Arryn was impatient having to wait 10 years.

Fave volume to voice: immediately for Lindsay and Arryn 9, Kara 9 and 4, Barb 9 and 5

Don't remember specific question (hardest scene maybe? Or hurt them the most?): Lindsay said the tea party was hard for them to voice from an acting standpoint and getting into those emotions. Kara said talking to herself and making sure the right emotions were coming through was hard. Arryn got distracted and talked about how dark it was for Neo to have nothing left and that Hawker died. She did mention the acting with Apthy was hard (and her long monologue in V5 after burning her house down). Lindsay pointed out it didn't have to be dark and that they knew the bees scene was hard because they wanted to make sure it was right. Barb said it was that no one gave her a high five. Truly, the worst thing.

They all loved Weiss's "mature" line, and joked about daddy issues, but Barb mentioned Weiss is used to dealing with things herself and would need someone who could match her.

Arryn HATES Sun's line "I knew you'd look better without the bow". "Bees are canon now, baby! Back off!"

Lindsay said Ruby helps remind her to get out there and meet more people. Barb said the love the fandom shows them and playing a confident character makes her want to be more confident.

When asked about switching bodies with characters Lindsay said Weiss so Ruby could run around the Schnee mansion. Arryn was going to say Blake and Yang but "they'd just be touching the same parts" (and she lost it). Barb suggested Zwei for her cause cat and dog switch. Barb said Raven because mommy issues and so they both could learn about each other.

Crack ships: Lindsay said Sncheekos, Arryn just likes the name Pussy magnet, Barb insisted Yang isn't straight, but Solarflare would be the ultimate bromance.

And all of them love Nora and Zwei

#rwby #long post #this is not everything and my memory isn't great #I'll post some of the more funny or interesting videos tomorrow #I'm super tired but wanted to write up something for y'all

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thekitsunesiren · 2 years

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Constantine & The Ghost King

One of my favorite tropes from the Danny Phantom x Dc crossover is Constantine's reaction whenever Amity or the Ghost Realm is mentioned by the Justice League/Batman is "Fuck no. I'm out." But what if he had a reason? Constantine made a lot of deals with all types of beings. Some human, some not. So who's to say that he hasn't made a deal with a ghost in a time of his life?

So imagine around a time where he was really desperate that he made a deal of sometime with the Ghost King, or possibly the Ancients since they defeated him. And they agree to his deal in return that he will help the Ghost Zone when the time comes, and Constantine agrees because, well, he really doesn't have a choice at the matter.

So fast forward possibly years after Constantine saved the world and the deal with the ghosts just piled on to the ever growing list of deals he owes plenty of others and doesn't think about it.

Until, that is, he hears about Amity Park. The most haunted place in America that really is haunted. With ghosts that would no doubt alert the Ghost King if he stepped even an inch inside their perimeters. So Amity Park was marked with a big DO NOT ENTER by Constantine and he added it to his ever growing list of places that he's never going to go with a ten foot pole.

That is, until there's a potential world ending threat that not even Justice League Dark could help with. So they really had no choice but to contact the Ghost Zone to get the Ghost King's help. Though Constantine did warn the others that the Ghost King isn't one that they all had to be careful.

So there they are all standing. The JL standing in apprehension of the so feared Ghost King, Constantine in fear of the summoning the king would enact the deal they made. He's waiting. He's waiting. He's waiting. And.....that isn't the Ghost King he remembers.

No, the supposed king before him looks like a kid. A teen at best. But the toxic green eyes that scanned the room told him that this was more than just any teen.

One explanation later, they learned Pariah Dark was defeated and this kid was the new king and Constantine felt a small shimmer of hope. If this was the new Ghost King, surely he'd be out of his deal, right? No Pariah Dark to tell him what to do and whatnot. So with Phantom's help they managed to defeat the evil and Constantine was more than happy to finally get out of there and drink the memories away. But fate reminded him of his life when Phantom was right in front of him, a knowing smile on his face. "John Constantine. It is time that you completed your contract with the Ghost Zone."

#dp x dc #dc x dp #dp x dc prompt #dp x dc crossover #dpxdc #danny phantom #ghost king danny

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ja3hwa · 1 year

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𝐀𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐳 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 : 𝐏𝐭.𝟐

Last Updated : 16th April 2024 | Fic Count : 82

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Three Is Better | YunGi Poly Au [M/F]

↳ 【Synopsis】 : Mingi and Yunho were the talk of the school, the boys that were untouchable. But who would have known they were yours to touch.

In The Night | SeongJoong Vampire Au [M/G/A/S]

↳ 【Synopsis】 : Hongjoong was your protector. The king of the land, but even the king has his dark side, and now Sir Knight Seonghwa must help you love him.

Morning | SeongSan Poly Au [M/F]

↳ 【Synopsis】 : While your other lovers are out. You are left with a cuddly Seonghwa and a horny San. What could go wrong? Oh, did I mention they are both very high.

Just Sleep, Just Rest | Reaction Au [M/F/A]

↳ 【Synopsis】 : Requester asks, "How would the boys react to the reader having no energy to get out of bed"

Fucked Up | WooJoong Rockstar Au [M/A]

↳ 【Synopsis】 : Hongjoong notices you couldn't stop staring at Wooyoung during practice. So Hongjoong did what any amazing boyfriend would do. Let you fuck his friend.

Hybrid!Ateez wants a family | Reaction [M/F/A]

↳ 【Synopsis 】 : Hybrid!Ateez wants to breed their mate in order to start a family.

Look What We Have Here | SeongJoong Poly Au [M/A]

↳ 【Synopsis】 : Your two roommates love to make it hard for you to find a partner... but what happens when they stop you at the door of your apartment and "convince" you that you deserve better.

Why So Tense | Yungi College Au [M]

↳ 【Synopsis】 : Your two professors want nothing more than to help you with your studies. Personally gifting you some private lessons...

Prove It | College Poly Au [M/F]

↳ 【Synopsis】 : Late night conversations aren't supposed to end in sex... right?

New Member | 2ho Rockstar Au [M]

↳ 【Synopsis】 : You're the newest member to join one of the most famous rock bands. And luckily for you they are all hot...and fuckable.

Black Card | Matz Mafia Au [M/R]

↳ 【Synopsis】 : You were hiding a big secret from your two loving boyfriends. What happens when they finally find out?

Eternally Yours | Vampire Au [M/S/A/F/G/R]

↳ 【Synopsis】 : The dead of night, creatures hide. In the light of a fire, those same creatures can become more.

Lesson One Be A Good Girl | Yungi College Au [M]

↳ 【Synopsis】 : Your professors just want to help you learn and gain knowledge. Your first lesson happened to be very educational...

Sharing Is Caring | SeongSanJoong Idol Au [M]

↳ 【Synopsis】 : Your boyfriend just wanted to give you an early Christmas present.

Hurts Like Hell | Ot8 Mob Boss Au [A/F/G]

↳ 【Synopsis】 : It's been so long since you've seen your boys. And when the youngest comes knocking on your door, the new life you had only just managed to build comes crashing down.

Cute But Deadly | Mafia x Hybrid Au [M/F/G]

↳ 【Synopsis】 : What if a Mob Boss decides to adopt/date a hybrid?

Mr Tall And Scary | Sanhwa Ghostface Au [M/T/R]

↳ 【Synopsis】 : You haven't seen your friends in years given you had been overseas studying. Now that you're back, you've noticed how much they've all grown. And what better to celebrate your return than an innocent party.

Mr Rough And Rowdy | Sanhwa Ghostface au [M/F]

↳ 【Synopsis】 : After finding out those two devilishly handsome masked men were in fact your friends, how are you going to continue your friendship with them now that they want to fuck you stupid?

𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐣𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠

Made For Me | Boyfriend Au [M]

↳ 【Synopsis】 : Hongjoong wants to train you to fit all of him down your pretty little throat.

солдат | Mcu Crossover [M/A]

↳ 【Synopsis】 : Hongjoong was your brothers enemy and an enmey of the state, but yet you can't help but melt when his ice-cold metal hand touches you in just the right places.

Eyes On Me | Biker Gang Au [M]

↳ 【Synopsis】 : Biker Gang Leader doesn't like sharing unless it's to do with his best friend.

God Isn't Here | Toxic Family Au [M/A]

↳ 【Synopsis】 : Bad Boy Hongjoong wanted to change for you. Be the better man you deserved, but what if you ended up changing more than him?

The Perfect Gift | Idol Au [M]

↳ 【Synopsis】 : Hongjoong couldn't decide what gift to buy you while he was travelling. So he bought them all and now wants you to try them out. Every. Single. One.

Not Just A Dream Pt.1 | Dilf!Au [M]

↳ 【Synopsis】 : He couldn't help but think such filth when you were innocently fast asleep only merely a couple of feet away from him.

Definitely Not A Dream Pt.2 | Dilf!Au [M/F]

↳ 【Synopsis】 : The more he tasted you. The more he was becoming obsessed. And he was treading in dangerous waters, no longer caring about the consequences.

Don't Drive And Day Dream Pt. 3 | Dilf!Au [M/F]

↳ 【Synopsis】 : Hongjoong offers to drive you home, not realising it was a one was ticket to having his way with you.

Late Night Dreams Pt.4 | Dilf!Au [R/F/S]

↳ 【Synopsis】 : Hongjoong needed to show you how much he liked you. But he couldn't help but wonder how long he could dance around the fact you were his best friend's sweet, innocent daughter.

Was It All Just A Dream? Pt.5 | Dilf Au [M/A/F]

↳ 【Synopsis】 : Fear was clouding both you and Hongjoong's judgement, leading you to question whether Hongjoong actually likes you the way you do him or not. Would a confession fix everything? Or would it cause a rift between the two of you?

Love Me Like Your Favourite Dream Pt.6 | Dilf Au [M/R/F]

↳ 【Synopsis】 : Hongjoong wanted your first time to be special and romantic. Soft.....this is not what he had in mind. Whoops.

𝐒𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐰𝐚

Just The Way You Are | Body Positive Au [F/A]

↳ 【Synopsis】 : Seonghwa comes home to the love of his life and wants to do nothing else but love her. But how come she keeps pushing him away?

Pretty Pirate | Pirate Au [A/F/M/S]

↳ 【Synopsis】 : Pretty Pirate goes messing with things she shouldn't.

Capable Of Anything | Mafia Au [M/A]

↳ 【Synopsis】 : What was one way to prove to your father you weren't a little innocent girl anymore? Sleep with the enemy...

A Beautiful Creature | Fantasy Au [M/F/A]

↳ 【Synopsis】 : War is the only thing filling your world. And yet, with such darkness, grows a light.

The Sweetness of You | BF Au [M/F]

↳ 【Synopsis】 : It all started with a simple dinner and a movie. But when Seonghwa asked if you wanted dessert, you knew your sugar was about to spike from more than just the sweetness of the fruits and chocolate.

Love, Lust Has No Bounds | Pirate Au [M]

↳ 【Synopsis】 : You were in love with the enemy, and oh, how it was it exciting.

Move | Boyfriend Au [M]

↳ 【Synopsis】 : You needed him, any part of him. But Seonghwa wanted to see you squirm. To see you cry and beg for him to satisfy you.

𝐘𝐮𝐧𝐡𝐨

Figure You Out | Mafia Au [A/F/M]

↳ 【Synopsis】 : After the night at the gala. You can't help but wonder what Yunho's true intentions are with you. But your worry soon turns to pleasure as he is more than welcome to erase as negative thoughts from your mind.

Pull The Trigger | Mafia Au [A/G/M]

↳ 【Synopsis】 : After the gala incident, you finally speak with your father face to face. But little did you know your life was about to change entirely that night.

Gloomy Days | Slice Of Life [M/F]

↳ 【Synopsis】 : A trip turned sour due to a storm. But luckily, Yunho knows just the thing in turning this gloomy day into a more steamy one.

Planet 3564AB | Alien Au [M]

↳ 【Synopsis】 : You were a mercenary, searching for your next job in the galaxy. Little did you know, being stuck on a wateland planet was about to gift you more than just galactic credits.

Let Me Help | Wolf Au [M/S/F]

↳ 【Synopsis】 : You didn't know what it meant to be on heat, let alone know you could have one since you weren't a wolf... but here you were, and Yunho was going to help you through it.

𝐘𝐞𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐠

My Heart Is With The Sea | Pirate/Hybrid Au [M/A/C/F/S]

↳ 【Synopsis】 : Yeosang gifts you with the best parting gift before he takes a voyage on a new adventure.

Play Fair | Bestfriend Au [M/F]

↳ 【Synopsis】 : You were best friends. You loved one another so much to the point that you hated each other. Well, at least video games and help you let off steam... among other things.

He Has Control | Boyfriend Au [M]

↳ 【Synopsis】 : You were his work of art, and he loved to watch you squirm under him.

Pretty Boy | BF Au [M/R/F]

↳ 【Synopsis】 : It's Yeosangs turn to know what it feels like to have rope pull and tug on his beautiful skin, and he can't help my whimper at the sheer idea of it.

Cold To The Touch | Vampire Au [M/F/S]

↳ 【Synopsis】 : Your undead lover had finally come back from a late night hunt, finding you shivering from the winter weather. But do not fret, as he was...skilled in keeping others warm-ish.

A Ride To Last A Lifetime | Biker Au [M/F]

↳ 【Synopsis】 : Yeosang had begged for weeks for you to go for a ride with him... Cavinging in, you finally realize how pleasurable it is to ride his bike.

𝐒𝐚𝐧

Not So Harmless | Wolf Au [A/F/M/S]

↳ 【Synopsis】 : The plant that has spat out a sex toxin takes a toll on your well being. Great thing San is around yo help you out.

Hot, Red And Wet | Bf Au [M]

↳ 【Synopsis】 : San can't get over how soft and plump your tits are. He craves them like air, and he'll do anything to have them in his grasp. Even beg.

Perfect | Bf Au [M]

↳ 【Synopsis】 : After the couple of nights teasing and testing the waters. San finally makes a plan to corrupt your sweet mind once and for all.

Make Me Yours | College Au [M/F]

↳ 【Synopsis 】 : Mr Choi wants to speak to you about your grades and how you have been sich a good girl for him.

Can't Get Enough | Anniversary Au [M/F]

↳ 【Synopsis】 : After your little picnic date, San can't seem to keep his hands off you. And he is going to do everything in his power to touch every part of you until you're screaming.

What Happens In Fight Club | Boxer Au [M/C/F]

↳ 【Synopsis】 : Longing stares and teasing words make a lustful mix when brought into the boxing ring.

Whoops | Mafia Au [M/G/A]

↳ 【Synopsis】 : You wanted to show your hot-headed lover that you could protect yourself. And what better way than to go looking for his number on rival....

Make You Mine | CEO Au [M/R]

↳ 【Synopsis】 : San can't help but send death glares to any man who tried to have your attention for too long. Too bad you dont belong to him... yet.

You Make Me, Make Sense | Demon Au [R/F/S/A]

↳ 【Synopsis】 : Halloween is filled with spooky ghost stories and haunted places. But what if you end up walking right into a nightmare that was hiding a dream?

My Everything | Demon Au [M/A]

↳ 【Synopsis】 : Rain was pouring, and your heart was aching. You didn't care what the villagers nor that priest thought about him. You loved him, and you were going to prove it.

Shut Up and Drive | Mob Boss Au [F/G/M]

↳ 【Synopsis】 : You had one job and three rules. And you broke every single one.

𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐢

Role's Reversed | Sub Boyfriend Au [M/F]

↳ 【Synopsis】 : The idea of being pegged had always crossed over Mingi's mind, and when you actually agreed to do it kinda made him fearful. Curiosity killed the cat, right?

Pretty Boy | Sub Mob Boss Au [M/F/A]

↳ 【Synopsis】 : The ruthless mob boss and King of the city. A man that is feared by all. But when your fingers graze over his rough, scared skin, he is nothing more than your whimpering little toy.

Mission Accomplished | Dystopian Au [M/F/G]

↳ 【Synopsis】 : Mission after mission Mingi grows impatient with your teasing and tonight he wanted nothing more than you see you fucked out and begging for him in the bar you just fought in.

Mark Me As Yours | Vampire Au [M/F/A/S]

↳ 【sʏɴᴏᴘsɪs】 : You forgot to tell your vampire lover your heat started. Now, he gets to experience that you taste like in the midst of it.

Dedicated To You | Producer Au [M]

↳ 【Synopsis】 : Your sweet producer boyfriend wanted to share something with you. But your neediness had other plans.

Intoxicated | Wolf Au [M/S]

↳ 【Synopsis】 : Your friend needed your help with trying out one of her experiments and let's just say Mingi was about to never let you leave the bedroom ever again because of it.

Join Or Leave | Idol Au [M]

↳ 【Synopsis】 : You wanted to help your boyfriend relax. It just so happened that some poor soul decided to interrupt.

𝐖𝐨𝐨𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠

Desperate | Frat Boy Au [F/C/M]

↳ 【Synopsis】 : When weed is taken at 3am. Anything goes. Even masterbation on the shower floor.

Shhh | College Au [M]

↳ 【Synopsis】 : Wooyoung was desperate and needed you badly. So that's how you ended up in a small, locked bathroom with his hands around your throat.

Company | DBF Au [A/F]

↳ 【Synopsis】 : Your father being injured has sent you into spiralling sadness. You couldn't think... So why are you begging your fathers best friend for comfort?

Dimly Lit Bathroom | Idol Au [M]

↳ 【Synopsis】 : Wooyoung couldn't keep his hands off you on a regular basis. But when he sees you in such a sexy outfit, he has no choice but to drag you to the nearest bathroom.

Milk Me Dry | Friends To Lovers [M/F]

↳ 【Synopsis】 : Wooyoung couldn't help it. Every time he saw you, he felt himself grow heavy in his slacks. You were everything he needed. And he needed you now.

What Happened To Slow Down? | Bf Au [F/M/C]

↳ 【Synopsis】 : Coming back from a house party, you and Woo couldn't seem to keep your hands off one another. Everything was happening so fast. You two didn't even make it to the bedroom.

Pantie Theif | Roommate Au [M/F/C]

↳ 【Synopsis】 : You started to think you were losing your mind. Where on earth is your underwear disappearing to? Your roommate wouldn't happen to know, right?

Perfection | Stalker Au [C/T/A/M]

↳ 【Synopsis】 : The thought of Wooyoung being a photographer at your college campus, but he is completely obsessed with you to the point he starts stalking you...

𝐉𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐨

Maybe | Dilf Boyfriend Au [M]

↳ 【Synopsis】 : A camping trip with your brother and his friends was supposed to be calm and relaxed. Too bad a very hot, dad bodied male can't seem to keep his hand to himself.

Blue Lagoon | Pirate Au [A/F/M]

↳ 【Synopsis】 : You head out to sea in hopes the storm hadn't hurt your lovers. But what you are met with was more than expected.

I'm sorry | Bf Au [M/A]

↳ 【Synopsis】 : Can Jongho find a way to make it up to you? Or will you end up not forgiving him?

Familiar Stranger | Criminal Au [M/F/A]

↳ 【Synopsis】 : Running for most of the night you seek save haven from a sweet stranger. The only thing is, he wasn't such a stranger by the end of the night.

Cum, Sweat and Tears | Intoxicated Au [M]

↳ 【Synopsis】 : Getting intoxicated with your very dominant boyfriend is proven to be a blessing in disguise.

Just One Moment | Idol Au [M/F]

↳ 【Synopsis】 : When Jongho comes from a long and stressful day, he only wants one thing. You bent over

Pure Relaxation | Gamer Au [M]

↳ 【Synopsis】 : Jongho kept losing over and over again. Becoming increasingly more frustrated as time passes, it's a good thing you are here to help him cool off.

Out Of This World | Alien Au [M/F/A]

↳ 【Synopsis】 : You were gifted an alien plant from one of your friends that lived off the planet since you loved greenery. Little did anyone know the pollen had some weird side effects when inhaled.

Godess Amongst Commoners | Mafia Au [M/F/A]

↳ 【Synopsis】 : Overhearing for so-called friends make fun of your "failures" in life made your loving mobboss boyfriend very unhappy. No one makes his Honey cry.

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utterlyotterlyx · 25 days

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Part Three

Modern!Az x Fem!Reader

ACOTAR x Crescent City Crossover

Summary - Dark secrets come to light and friendships are broken.

Warnings - drugs, mentions of parental death (incl some details), ANGST, swearing, some fluff in the beginning

Part One Part Two

Even the night air was prickled with sweat from the packed bodies bristling about in the stands stacked around the football field.

Light flooded the grass, horns and laughter floated through the four stands all peering down on the pitch from their respective angles, home and away. The Stags versus The Angels. Excitement was rife, beer was plentiful, and everyone was dressed as light as possible to be able to at least try and be comfortable in the summer night.

Azriel had pouted when Bryce had met you on the doorstep to the house and whisked you away with a polite smile to him and strong arm around your waist. Though, he couldn't help but smile to himself at the clear annoyance on your face when you glanced back at him, asking him to put your shopping bag in your room, wishing that you could join him there instead of being dragged through the streets by Bryce.

Doing as he was told, Azriel entered the house, asking Mor where your room was and refusing to give your bag to her, insisting that you had asked him to put them away for you. With a smirk, she told him which room was yours, the one with the faded white paint and golden doorhandle, and he set off to find it.

Azriel exhaled deeply as he stepped into the room. He didn't know what he was expecting, but whatever was in front of him certainly exceeded it.

Your bed was a nest of open books and sketches that was pushed up to the far corner by the window. Empty mugs lined the windowsill, the walls were cream and covered in pencil sketches, ones that you had began to paint over and bring to life, and others you had returned to the same cream as the backdrop.

A bookcase lined with literature organised by author and series, some of which had been pulled out like you had only inspected it that morning. Azriel could almost see you floating about the room wearing an oversized shirt that drowned you, with you hair strewn up and a pencil behind your ear, peering at the titles before your eyes with your tongue stuck out in concentration.

There was a white desk littered with what seemed to be ripped out diary pages, in front of it sat a light brown wicker chair, dresses hung up on long rail and pulled open drawers with shirts and trousers drooping from the edges. It was light a cosy, airy, and very you.

"Gonna start sniffing her panties or something, Az?" A deep feminine voice drawled from behind him, he turned to see Nesta leaning against the faded doorframe with a grin as she took in Azriel stood in the centre of your room with a bag of books hanging from his fingers.

"Of course not," he grimaced, moving to the wicker chair by the desk and resting the bag of books on the seat, turning back to Nesta with his hands burrowed deep into the pockets of his jean shorts, "I just don't know what I was expecting," he shrugged innocently and Nesta took a step into the room, knowing that you wouldn't mind.

"It's comfortable, isn't it?" Azriel hummed in agreement as his eyes traced along the walls, "Everyone comes in here when they need to talk, she's always ready to drop everything and listen," Nesta's eyes glistened with fondness, like she too had been one of the people safe within your comfort, "It's like a sanctuary, she has this ability to make everything make sense. It's crazy."

"I don't doubt that," Azriel muttered, his heart fluttering with new information about you, "Ruhn found us today, invited her to the game tonight, something about Eris and Ithan always playing better when she's there?"

Nesta bristled with unease, "Oh, Eris."

"You're making that face."

"What face?"

"The face you make when you don't like someone."

Nesta thinned her lips and sighed, taking a step further into the room and closing the door behind her, "It's no secret that Eris wants y/n, he tries it on with her every chance he gets. Eris knows how to play the game, and he can play it well, I've seen him do it to others," Nesta sighed, perching on the edge of your bed and running her hand over the quilted floral blanket, "Y/N is like forbidden fruit, the only reason he wants her is to make it clear that he can take whatever he wants from us and fuck the consequences. She's one of us, and he hates us, so he wants to hurt her."

"I'll never let him hurt her," Azriel's determination made Nesta smile, a genuine one, they were the exact words she needed to hear.

"Good. Neither will we," she stood from the edge of the bed and allowed her gaze to wander about the neat but also haphazard room, "Looks like we're all going to the game tonight."

Azriel's eyes darted about the entrances to the stands, looking for any sign of you, from Ruhn's height and Hunt's wings, to Bryce's red wine stained hair and Fury's leather jacket. So far nothing bar the stale beer in his red cup was able to hold his attention.

That was until Cassian nudged him, fixing his attention on the entrance to their stand where Bryce was stood, beckoning back to someone with an outstretched hand. Someone took hold of the offer, and then he saw you grasping to her with a large smile on your face and dazed eyes, Ruhn's arm was slung over your shoulder and he wore the same dazed look in his eye as you did.

The group grazed over your figure as Bryce led you up the steps to a free section in the pews a couple steps before their own. Thigh high black boots, that were clearly Bryce's, were glued to your legs, and a forest green football jersey dress flowed down your figure and ended just where the boots ended. That forest green jersey you adorned possessed Eris' signature number 10 stamped on the back and Nesta's anger seethed through the row as she noticed something about you that she had very rarely ever seen.

"She's fucking high," Nesta bit through her teeth and Cassian had to wrap an arm around her waist to stop her from marching over to Ruhn and smacking him square in the jaw, "She doesn't wear that shit. She doesn't smoke that shit."

There was a sadness in your eyes that Azriel couldn't quite place, but through your dazed state, he couldn't quite decipher if the sadness was real or a figment of his imagination. A wide smile worked its way onto your lips when you saw your friends, still hand-in-hand with Bryce who was leading you down the pew, you waved at them and leaned back to whisper something to Ruhn who barked a laugh before sitting down and plastering you to his side.

Mor leaned around Cassian with a frown, "What's going on with her?" Feyre and Rhys also leaned forward with worry in their eyes, "Az, you were with her today, did she seem off?"

Azriel shook his head, "No, she was perfect," he told them, turning to you and staring at the back of your head, watching you laugh at Bryce and lean into Ruhn's side.

Mor hummed, leaning directly over Cassian to whisper to Nesta, "Is it her brother again?"

"Her brother?" Azriel asked, he didn't know that you had a brother, he had heard little of your family at all actually.

Sighing, Nesta turned to Azriel, "Y/N's parents died when she was a child, her mother died of cancer, and her father died of an overdose a couple years later," Nesta looked to you sadly, "Y/N and Caden are best friends, and they both hate their older brother. He's been trying to move Caden across the country for years now since their nana became sick, she's been fighting it every step of the way. Something must have happened, she's usually so anti-drugs, she wouldn't just jump into it for no reason."

It was information that broke his heart, he never would have thought that you had come from such a traumatic upbringing, losing your mother to a horrible disease and then your father to addiction, then facing the possibility of losing your best friend. It made him want to rush to you, to pepper your face in kisses and tell you that it would be alright, that he would fight with you.

"How old is he?"

"Sixteen," Mor replied solemnly, "Harry is twenty-seven, there's not much stopping him from taking Caden away at this point."

Caden. The blonde curly haired teenager you were smiling with that was the permanent backdrop of your phone screen. The blue eyed male that Azriel had always wondered about but never dared to ask of, not wanting to ask the wrong question and upset you.

Heavy drums pierced through the air and the crowds erupted as the two teams ran onto the field, Eris was a godly male, fiery red hair and russet eyes, he turned on his heel, seemingly knowing where to look as he peered up to you, blowing you a kiss and adjusting his shoulder pads. Azriel watched you cheer with Bryce, swigging from your bottles of beer that Hunt had snuck in and leaning into Ruhn's side who swam in the ocean of your presence.

The game was intense, every minute ticked by and everyone held a collective breath as the seconds counted down to the end of the match. The ball was firmly wedged in Eris' arm as he bundled down the pitch, using his brute force and agility to dodge between tackling bodies and push his way through. You were on your feet, tipsy and still dazed from the mirthroot you and Ruhn had smoked prior to entering the stands, Eris' name was leaving your lips in a scream, just like it was leaving everyone's lips as he lunged, grasping the final touchdown with one second to go.

Screams erupted in the stands and beer went flying in every direction, Ruhn picked you up in his arms and twirled you around as Ithan jumped on Eris on the grass below, bashing their helmets together and celebrating their win. Eris looked up at you, removing his helmet and pointing it in your direction, "You're my lucky charm, y/n!"

Bodies began to move, all standing and shuffling down the pews and toward the open exits, no doubt heading to the frat house to continue to party. Azriel tried to keep his eye on you as Nesta ushered him down the steps, also wanting nothing more than to tuck you into bed and find out what was going on with you.

But you were gone.

They had all tried to keep an eye on your forest green dress, had tried to follow Bryce's notable hair and Hunt's wings, but they found nothing of your presence remaining in the swarm of students littering about the college parking lot.

"I'm calling Bryce," Nesta snatched her phone from her leather purse and furiously dialled the number of her friend, demanding to know where they had gone, barking out a rough 'thank you' and hanging up, "The afterparty is at Bryce's, I always forget that she lives with Ithan. Come on."

Music thumped through the walls of the house that was piled full of students, Azriel, Cassian and Rhys pushed the group through into the main seating area that was void of any furniture bar a couple of tables and stands for the kegs that were dotted about the room. Nesta spied you first, and Cassian tried to catch her arm before she made a scene, but Nesta Archeron did not care for precious male egos.

Grasping your wrist away from Eris, the eldest Vanserra snarled and quipped something that must have pissed her off because Cassian swore aloud as she planted her fist directly into the centre of his face. You screeched her name furiously, pushing her away from Eris, away from you, pushing her all the way into the back yard where you stood on the steps screaming at her in front of your shared family that had filed out behind you.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Azriel had never seen you angry, let alone seething, Nesta stood on the ground below you, teetering on the edge of world-ending anger.

"What am I doing? What are you doing?" They watched your shoulders drop, "You're here with Ruhn and Eris? You're dressed in that pathetic green jersey that I know for a fact doesn't belong to you. You're high. Who the fuck are you?"

Bryce stepped to your side, "Nesta, Stop it," she pleaded, looking between you with worry, confirming Nesta's suspicion that something had most definitely happened.

It was you and Bryce on the steps with Ruhn and Hunt lingering in the doorway, the rest of them were stood on the grass, Cassian was trying to calm Nesta down before she no doubt said something she would regret later, "You're supposed to be her friend, have you lost your mind?!"

Growling, Bryce took a singular step down, shielding you, "I am looking out for her the way she needs me to. I'd never let anything bad happen to her, Nes. You know that."

"Stop talking about me like I'm not here!" You were shaking, Azriel wasn't sure if it was the anger or the sudden gust of cold wind that graced the borough, "How dare you punch Eris like that. He's done nothing wrong. Apologise."

"Absolutely not."

"Nes," Cassian trailed off, watching you barge past Bryce to stand in front of her.

"Apologise. Why must you be so hateful of everyone that isn't us?"

Azriel could basically hear the branches snap in Nesta's mind, her eyebrow arched and she cocked her head to the side, not able to stop the hateful words from flowing from her mouth, "Is Caden finally being taken away from you? Is that it?" Bryce held her breath and you froze, even Ruhn and Hunt moved to your side in that moment as she continued to hurl her words, "I may be hateful, y/n. At least I have my family, yours just keeps on dying and being taken away from you. Is that why you're high, hm? Caden is being taken away to live a better life away from you, to live a life that you can't give him so you're going to drown in mirthroot to forget like your father did when your mother died?"

"Nesta!" Feyre gasped, covering her mouth with her hands as they all stood powerless to stop her tirade.

"At least I have my sisters, y/n. At least my father loved me. At least I have a boyfriend who adores me and friends who couldn't live without me. At least I have a fucking future-"

A curt slap cut through her words, her head snapped to the side and she cradled her check, stuttering like she only just realised what she had said when she looked to you, tears streaming down your face and bottom lip bubbling, "Don't you ever talk about my family."

Nesta's eyes went wide, "Y/N, I - oh my god, I-"

"For your information, Caden is being taken away from me. You're right, I guess everything does get taken away from me in the end," you looked defeated, deflated, broken, and Nesta had just rubbed poison in your gaping wound, "I never want to see you again," your face contorted into heart breaking sadness as sobs rattled through your chest.

Azriel went to move to you but Bryce was on you in an instant, wiping your tears away, turning your broken body away from them into Hunt's awaiting arms who seemed to be doing his best to contain his anger as he listened to Bryce and escorted you back into the house, up the stairs and into the confinements of her bedroom.

The red wine haired female turned to them, glancing at each of them in turn before landing on Nesta, "Well done, Nes. You really knocked it out of the park this time."

"Bryce, I-"

"Save it," Bryce scoffed, "She trusted you more than anyone, Nesta. She told you everything, she cried to you about this, about how terrified she was of this happening, she confided her darkest moments to you and you come here and throw it in her face for what? Because you were angry? Because you didn't want to see her with Eris or Ruhn? Whatever the reason is isn't good enough on any scale," she moved her gaze to Feyre and Azriel, "You should be ashamed of yourselves for letting that happen," then she turned her eye to Rhys, "If you have any decency then you'll get your pack out of my home. I'll come and collect her things tomorrow, she'll be staying with us whilst we help her through this."

Mor sputtered, "You can't do that."

Bryce's russet orbs sparked into flame, "I think you'll see that I can do that. You heard her. Y/N never wants to see that one ever again," she pointed to Nesta and snarled, "I'm not about to send her back to you. We have room for her here, at least she won't have her painful life thrown in her face. Now, leave."

Elain was standing in the foyer of the home, tapping her foot against the wood, a snarl plastered to her face. Lucien sat on the bottom step, head hung low, and he refused to look up once they all entered.

"What did you do?" Elain growled at her older sister, your phone was in her hand, the background lit up to the same picture of yourself and Caden, and Nesta felt herself beginning to cry at the sight of it, "Don't you dare cry."

"Elain, it was a mistake. I didn't mean to blow up like that-"

"Tell me why I picked up my best friends phone to the sound of her sobbing. You broke her Nesta, she's completely broken and drowning because of you."

Elain continued, "You know she was terrified of this moment, you know that she was planning to take Caden in the moment she graduated to give him a loving home. She watched her parents die, she became a mother herself when they did, she promised Caden she'd make a life to be proud of for them, and you had the audacity to throw every broken dream in her face? I'm so disgusted in you," Lucien fell at her side at the sound of her strained words, at the sound of the sobs threatening to take over her soul, "She's been there for all of us, she's always been the one we went to and abused with our own problems, there's a reason she's so good at listening, it's because she has never been heard in her whole life. She begged the heavens to spare her mother, she begged the universe to let her keep her father, she gave everything she had to keep Caden close, she has nothing left to give now. It's all be taken from her, and not only has she lost the last member of her blood family, she's lost you too."

Elain picked up the duffel bag containing your essentials, fluffy pyjamas, your toothbrush, a change of clothes, a copy of your favourite book, your sketching pencils and laptop. She stopped in front of Nesta, Lucien stood not far behind her, "You should be disgusted in yourself. I know I am. I wouldn't blame her if she never came back to any of us after this."

"Please tell her-"

"No. I'm not doing anything for you."

Then Elain exited, slamming the door behind her and Lucien.

The heart of the house was heavy without you there to lift it, and Feyre was the first to move, Rhys' hand entwined in hers, "We're going to go to bed," she stopped beside Nesta, "I've never seen her look that sad. Maybe Elain is right, maybe she never felt heard here."

Azriel understood you then, why you were so addicted to art and stories, "She's a bookworm," he looked to the door, hoping that you'd burst through it like sunshine in a stormy sky, "Any story is better than her own, that's why she's always reading, she wants to escape, to lose herself in a story in a world that isn't this one."

Nesta sobbed, Cassian tried to comfort her but he was also clearly disappointed in the words she had so venomously thrown at you, the disappointment clear as he looked toward Azriel who looked equally as defeated as you had on that grass.

The family felt cracked and fragmented, and Azriel, for the first time, didn't know how to fix it.

Authors Note

Ouch :/

@paankhaleyaar

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spacedace · 9 months

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Something that I keep thinking about that I've not seen be mentioned in the DP fandom is the fact that Dani/Elle had brothers before Danny.

Angst ahead (I'm in an angsty mood lol)

I don't know if I've just missed it or not, but I just keep thinking about how for a while, it was just Elle and the other clones. That with Vlad being Vlad they probably really only had each other. And Elle being stable while the others weren't implies that she was the youngest of them all.

Did the others look after her? Did they play with her and try and teach her ghost stuff even though they weren't very good at it? Did she curl up with the big Frankenstein Clone to sleep at night, did the Skeleton Clone start wearing the bed sheet originally because he was worried about scaring his little sister? Did the Gooey Clone that could change sized play hide and seek with her to keep her entertained?

There's a level of implication that she didn't know that the other Clones were actually gone gone after they fought Danny when he told her that he wouldn't fight her because when he did fight the clones they destabilized. And I can't help but think it's something that would haunt her, realizing that not only were her brothers were gone, but she helped destroy one of them.

I don't know I just feel like it's a piece of Elle's backstory that isn't brought up, both for family fluffy and angst purposes.

Gimme some fics of Elle and Danny talking about her brothers, their shared grief and regret over everything. Danny trying to help make it up to her or Elle admitting that as much as she loves Danny she still sometimes finds herself looking at him and knowing that he's the one that killed her brothers, even though he didn't mean to.

Give me Elle making graves for her brothers and mourning them with her new family, never forgetting them but slowly learning how to accept their deaths. Or of her going full Tim Drake and trying to clone them to get them back even though she knows it won't be the same (give me a DP x DC crossover with her & Tim feeding off each others grief spirals and helping each other in their unhealthy cloning coping methods or Elle stepping in to stop Tim because she's been there and done that and knows it doesn't do anything but prolong the pain).

Or something happy! Elle goes off and explores the multiverse and discovers worlds were her brothers lived! Or where she was the one that didn't make it in their world but they did and she's able to stabilize them and bring them home! Or an AU where the clones live and run off with Elle to see the world and she comes back to Amity Park sooner because while she's getting weaker her brothers are fully on the verge of destabilizing and she needs Danny's help to save them!

I just have a lot of thoughts on the untapped potential of the other clones and Elle's relationships to them.

#danny phantom #dpxdc #kinda since tim is mentioned but like mostly it's just focused on Danny Phantom #dani phantom #danielle phantom #elle phantom #danny's clones #the danny clones #danny fenton #i have so many thoughts and feelings on this yall have no idea #did they have names too?#or just Elle because she was the closest to perfected that Vlad got to #angst #this is what happens when I don't get enough sleep I fixate on the saddest implications of character's backstories

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Hey Martyn! So, I got into your lore because of Grian's Life Series, and now I'm just trying to find some stuff out. Anyways, I understand most of it, though I do have a couple questions.

What actually are LOOT shards/crystals? I know that they're soke aort of corruption in games of sorta, but how do they get there, how to they affect the game, and also how to disable them. It's just something I'm wondering about since I know you have to find the one piece, of treasure, but how does it actually help?

What are CHEST agents? I know that they're something almost as evil as Cruppy, which is really saying something, but what actually are they?

Are there any extra lore bits in Rats SMP that you can't get anywhere else? I just wanna know if I should grit my teeth and watch it sometime, when I'm done catching up on the VODs of Pirates (can't make it to streams for personal reasons, alas).

If you've come up with it, is there any way that the Watchers lore from the Life Series ties into the datastream hopper lore? Those two just seem a little incompatible to me - hopping the datastream, being captured by mysterious godlike entities... Or are they just two separate universes?

Do you plan on posting the New Life streams on your vods channel?

Who in Pirates is p!Martyn closest to in each faction, overall?

Also, I think you may have mentioned it on stream, but did you take the faction quiz and if so, which faction did you get? I kid you not, when I took it I got Kestrels all three times (with changing the answers to stuff that I would still do, but different than first time, I mean). Had to change it up just to see all the different faction descriptions...

Ok, I think that's it. Sorry if I have bad formatting btw, I'm typing this out on phone. Thank you for taking the time to read my questions! Absolutely love your work and lore, while at the same time having the humour some don't. Keep on doing an amazing job. Hope you find your one piece, of treasure.

Have an ice day!

That's something I want to unveil in the next lore drop, so I'm really sorry to say SoonTM but this lore doesn't have all that many secrets atm

2. C.H.E.S.T agents work are avatars controlled by human operators working for C.H.E.S.T and its evil underbelly. They're a known and trusted public computing corporation but the public doesn't know the full extent of their goals and resources

3. I try to be pretty concise and unavoidable when I do my lore stuff, so you should be able to find the Rats segments in this playlist with ease: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL3MFbfp1zo8dooC57HqfbizRoc07PdlFQ

4. Maaaaaaybe, people have noticed some parallels / links and all shall be revealed one day for sure, even if I'm like gonna quit doing videos and streaming, I'd just lore dump whatever isn't revealed so it's out there ha

5. A lot of my New Life streams are me just doing the grindy parts of the SMP and with the server being somewhat inactive I want to save the crossover / collab content for the videos - I'm not sure people would flock to a 3 hour vod of me painfully and slowly building an outpost or hollowing out a mountain to make a factory ya know?

6. Kestrels - probably Sausage, with Oli as a close second. Herons - Owen or Water. Owen has an inquisitive gene like Martyn and Water likes all things musical. Nightingales - Ros is so different to Martyn that it makes for some wholesome and chaotic interations, you never know which you'll get. Kites - Bek is basically the only one he's interacted with, he had a little banter on the seas with Kuervo but it was brief

7. I did! I surprisingly got Kestrel, or I guess, not surprisingly huh?

#itlwlore #piratessmp #pirates smp #scurvyblr #inthelittlewood

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A Court of Mischief and Purpose, Chapter 20 (Loki x fem! Reader Crossover Series, A Court of Thorns and Roses AU)

Series Summary: Sarah J Maas's A Court of Thorns and Roses series reimagined with Tom Hiddleston's various characters- Especially the events in the second book: A Court of Mist and Fury. England. 1885. You are dying of tuberculosis right before your upcoming wedding to the Lusty Vicar of Aldwinter, Will Ransome. As you lay on what could be your deathbed, the god of mischief Loki appears before you with a deal. He will heal you in time for the wedding...if you spend a week of every month with him.

Chapter Summary: A sudden confrontation from the enemy...

Chapter Word Count: 4K

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Warnings: A sex scene that isn't smut. It isn't too explicitly described and is not meant to be super titillating and is brief.

It just occurred to me that said scene, while not explicit, could have what is considered dubious consent. Even if it is in her imagination, even though Reader verbally says "yes" in the fantasy, it is bc she is doing her duty as a wife, I can see how this is considered dub-con and could make some people too uncomfortable to enjoy the chapter. So, for your safety- It scene starts at "Now, hurry and get it over with, Will," and ends at "Then, when he was done-"

Mentions of cheating (I portray the Will/Cora affair in The Essex Serpent unsympathetically so if you have an issue with that, you have been warned). Supporting Women's Wrongs. Violence and blood implied sexual harassment, and fear of sexual assault (but it DOESN'T go there), scary stuff and angsty stuff, but a happy ending. Grammar mistakes and lack of editing or extra super revision bc I just wanted to Get This Shit Done (tm).

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When you found the letters on your first wedding day, you had a life already set before you. A life that would take an obtuse turn. Where all would happen…but you would not be happy. You had often wondered if the marriage to the revered went through.

You imagined the scene. One image haunted your mind once you saw the inside of your fiancee's house. Of when he was no longer your fiancee, but swore an oath before his God to be your husband. It was after the ceremony, the celebration where you could only stare blankly at the table, barely eating. And he would hold your hand as the sky got dark and lead you to the white house, ducked his head under the doorframe to go upstairs and commence the wedding night.

You lying on that blue bed. You said “yes”, because you were a dutiful wife. A motionless doll for him to play with, for there was nothing inside you to fight now. Stiff as a board on the bed. You would lift the skirt of your shift on the blue bed. Legs open and eyes open, face away and placid, consenting because it was your duty as a wife now. That was what good women did. Now, hurry and get it over with, Will.

The Lusty Vicar…well, living up to his nickname above you to put it delicately. Hearing him grunt in your ear, and feeling him over you, inside you.

Knowing who he was thinking of. Knowing who he was imagining beneath him, in him. Knowing who it was who made him lose his bearing.

And it wasn’t you.

Your face was turned away despite the position of the act, your eyes not wanting to even look at him. Feeling his sweat and how his curls brushed against you. Hoping he wouldn’t notice. Wouldn’t ask questions. Focusing yourself on the far left corner of the ceiling and not him or what he felt like. Creating a mental distance between the two of you in the ultimate act of physical closeness. You would not fool yourself and let yourself feel the pleasure of the marriage bed now that you knew the truth. You wouldn’t think of how much you wanted him, much less how much you loved him. Thinking of what you’d make for breakfast, what the next sermon should be on, or the dishes that needed to be washed tomorrow. Not on Will as he was on you, in you.

Then, when he was done- after he read his Bible on his lap, quietly reading aloud the verses, making a note to skip the fifth chapter of Matthew, verses twenty-seven through thirty.

You would make yourself small. In a feral position with the covers of the marital bed over you. You were a woman now in the town- wedded and bedded. But you wanted to be a child. You wanted to run back home to your father and mother in tears, knowing that a good cry and a little chocolate and tea would make everything better. But no. You weren’t a child anymore. You were a woman wedded and bedded. You were a wife. A priest's wife. A priest's unwanted wife.

You wouldn’t be able to quiet your mind to dream. It would be repeating that question, endlessly, on your lips, knowing it would ruin everything the minute you said it- “Why am I not good enough for you?”

But you wouldn’t speak. A wife never considers herself, she only considers what makes her husband happy. You’d stare at the wall. Waiting for him to fall asleep, tears quietly streaming down your face. You would have melted over the erotic sight of his strong upper body normally- but it wasn’t yours. He wasn’t for you. Not really.

Then, when you were certain he was asleep, you would quietly get up and leave the room.

You ended up wandering to his study. You turned on his lamp by the window. Perhaps you should try to read a dull, intellectual, dense book of his on theology to make you sleepy. But your eyes would only be drawn to the walls.

The green, elaborate wallpaper with vines, branches, and leaves, both golden and emerald. A few white flowers in bloom. You would walk to see more of it.

What struck you most was the image of a white bird with its wings stretched open. It flew over the leaves of various green and yellow branches. Among white and blue flowers in bloom- of a new, exciting life, of promise. And most of all, the animal stretching its ivory wings as if ruled over all. Like it could escape the paper easily, soar over your head, and out the window.

How you wished you could turn into that bird. So you could stretch your wings and fly far away from the town. From him. And leave it all behind for a new place, a new life.

But you couldn’t.

You would go downstairs, past the kitchen, to the main room. downstairs to curl up on the cushions before the window overlooking the wild marshland, the town. And let yourself sob.

Thank the norns Loki called in his deal when he did. You didn’t know what would happen. He’d call in the deal, but by then, it would be too late.

I’m not in that house, I’m in the woods, you reminded yourself.

Giving a deep breath through the woodsy, clean air, you made a mental note. You’d have to give your husband, the one that was your actual husband, who was not a godly husband but a plain old god husband- that long-awaited thank you. You didn’t think you could bear going through the marriage or have the scarlet letter for jilting him at the altar without an escape plan.

You thought you would just stay in Asgard. Take care of the cauldron and Grendel all neat in a little bow. Then things changed.

You would not be that passive, sobbing victim anymore.

You had fought. You managed to take your revenge, completely.

It wasn’t the right thing to do. It wasn’t healthy. But gods, was it freeing.

As you walked further into the woods. A small laugh of relief even chuckled through you. The release, the ridiculousness, and the awe that you had done it- destroyed Will’s ministry, and his reputation, and brought physical harm to both him and Cora all without getting caught.

But…did they survive? That was quite a flame on her. It would be the same for him.

Pausing, touching a tree, you had to think it through. Develop a plan.

If they lived and said something, then the better for you. That would confirm the rumors of the affair, damning both in society. No person would want to associate with Cora at least after that. The visiting council would strip Will of his position with the evidence before them. The superstitious town would be convinced that God had stricken them as punishment for hurting his little Blessed lady. For none knew of your gifts. And none would think you even capable of any act of harm from your reputation as the town’s angel. Besides, none of them knew of your powers. How could even Cora, in her scientific high and mighty mind come up with the solution of why her coat burst into flames when you were far away?

If they lived and said nothing, then at least Will would get in some hot water over what happened.

If they died, then they died. It was their deserving death.

You paused. No, how could you dismiss that? To think- you took two more lives. Not just some nameless bullies, but two people who you met, you knew their names, their histories, and one you loved and were about to marry…you were capable of that! You did something horrible! There was more blood on your hands!

You heard the sound of a branch being stepped on from the distance behind you.

What if Cora survived and ran right after you!? Likely she would. What would you do? With the fury still in your heart, perhaps take out more of her fire and toast her in a place without witnesses until her body dissolved to ash so there would be no evidence. But what if she caught you? You could see her face twisted in her ugly crying and feel her slapping and punching you.

Not that you would have to deal with her. You were headed off somewhere she could never reach. Not even by train.

Taking a deep breath, you let those thoughts of Will and Cora go away. You were done with Aldwinter forever now. Revenge had been taken and was successful. You wanted to see your friends, your in-laws, and your True Love again. You wanted your new home.

You paused in your steps. The trees growing so thick over your head it hid the sunlight and made the woods a little darker.

There was another crunch of feet on leaves. Someone was arriving. No more time for dallying.

You opened the shield. You sent the words clear in your mind.

“Loki…I’m ready to go home…Open the portal. I want to go back to Asgard now.”

You waited one minute. Then another.

But nothing happened. The birds were barely chirping and the air was cold. Shivering, you blinked as you tried not to panic.

“Loki, I am ready now. It’s done. Open the portal, take me back to Asgard.”

Nothing. You heard none of his witty replies or promises or cheekiness. And you saw no portals. Much less Loki. There was only the rustling of the trees.

Did…did he have his shield up? Why? Did something happen in Asgard? You should keep trying.

Then…you heard something- more footsteps.

It was more than one person.

But, you heard more than one footstep. Was it a party of men? In the evenings they would go to the marshes, hunting for serpents and trickster gods with torches, scanning the waters and fields. Some began setting up charms so that their daughters would be safe. Did they realize you were missing and send a search party…

You saw one man, then two, then four. No torches, they were smirking at you like wolves with a plump, injured lamb.

You felt your stomach drop. They were Gerndel’s army.

One stepped forward with short blonde hair and was overly muscular.

“Ah…looks like we’ve caught you. Right where we want to,” he said.

You felt their eyes on your nightgown. Peeking at how your body’s outline could be seen, your breasts hinted at, and feel the air of unwanted lust. And you were one woman surrounded by men.

Terrified, you held out a hand to release fire to them.

But no flames emerged from your hand.

Hurriedly, you tried again. But nothing. Your breaths came fast and shallow and you could feel yourself shaking. They snickered as they walked forward slowly. Knowing no matter what pace they set, they would win.

You retreated, realizing they were going to back you into a tree, as you tried to back into one, they would still keep a steady pace. There was nowhere to run or hide. Bile ran up in your throat. You fought back the urge to cry. You began to gasp for air, seeing their smiles, their eyes bright over you. One unsheathed his sword with a sliiiick, and the blade gleamed brightly in the dark woods. Silver and spotless and ready to be soaked with your blood.

You tried flicking a hand again, but there were no flames. You realized your senses were dulled- you couldn’t feel or hear any presence besides the four men before you and the dark, consuming woods.

“Ah, ah, ah! Someone took a little bit of our old friend’s apples.” The blonde one taunted.

“You’ve…you’ve poisoned me!?” you cried, your voice becoming shrill.

Another, a gentleman with dark brown hair, tall and lanky, shook his head with a half laugh.

“If you dropped dead right now…where would be the fun in that? Oh, not poison. Just a littke Kunigr potion. ”

You remembered the arrow that drained Loki of his magic in Jotunheim. Then you recalled the apple, the only thing you ate today. It struck you…your mother got those apples from a new grocer in town….

It all came into place. Panic made you shake, your throat and chest tight. The brown-haired man lifted his finger, beckoning you teasingly.

“Now…come with us…we can have some fun with you if you don’t struggle. You won’t get a scratch on you…for now. And won’t Grendel be thrilled when we hear who we caught?”

You steadied your breathing. You had to steady yourself- or enough that you could act, that you could fight. Hoping, praying to whatever god was out there, the Christian God, the trickster god, anyone, that your training was enough.

The brown-haired one approached you. Quick as lightning, you punched his jaw and then kicked his groin. As he backed down, his grip on his sword loosened as he groaned in pain. In one brief second, you kicked his hand. His hold loosened and the sword fell. Quickly, you grabbed the sword by the hilt and pointed forward. You were terrified, but you would not give up. Not yet.

“Ah, now, this kitty’s got claws!” the blonde one mocked mocked.

You steeled yourself, pointing the sword. Making your hold steady.

“What, haven’t you considered that you’re outnumbered?” said the third, another brunette with a scar across his face.

You stepped forward, speaking with the powerful venom you could muster.

“Do you expect me to surrender that easily? I will not. I am the Princess of Asgard, beloved wife of the God of Mischief, and third in line to the throne. I may have lost my magic, but I am not untrained in other methods of slaughtering all of you. I have killed, I just killed, and I will kill again. And I will not die here without a fight.”

They all got out their swords.

“That’s enough chatter,” replied the first blonde.

They charged. As did you.

Thrusting the sword forward, gritting your teeth, you stabbed through the gut of one. Blood erupted and he let out a cry. He wouldn’t last long, and you pulled out the sword to hasten his meeting with his maker. As the second tried to grab you, you merely dodged low, his sword through the air. His lower body was left open. You stabbed him through the groin- quickly in and out, blood bursting into gushes as he screamed in pain.

Blood dripped from your sword in its coppery scent. One attacked you and you blocked with your sword, the metal clinging as it stung the air. You swirled around. Stabbing and cutting. Dodging blows and putting up a fight. But they were advancing on you and you had to block two swords, it was harder to keep up.

There were shouts. You turned your head and saw a glimpse that almost loosened your bladder at the sight-

Five more men were coming. Five more of Grendel’s men. You heard the swords being unsheathed and saw them glimmer even in the woods.

They were now in sight and joined their two brethren.

They were right, you were outnumbered. Seven to one. And they were starting to circle you.

Though your muscles ached from the sword, and your nightgown was splattered in some blood-you couldn’t let them win easily. You fought the urge to tremble, to cry. And you held your ground, your sword pointed. You knew your death was arriving sooner with every second, every step of their feet. Your heart hammering despite your aching muscles. You had to keep going. Somehow. Someway. You gritted your teeth and held up your sword to fight until the end. That at least you would face your end with dignity.

They raised their sword to strike at you, and you raised yours, ready to fight this futile battle and-

There was a loud, metallic growl from the distance. A sound you never heard before. So loud, that it rattled the trees. Then another.

Grendel’s men stopped and turned their heads with wide eyes. You couldn’t help but pause in wonder.

It got louder and louder and louder, something was coming. The men looked among themselves. You took their distraction to start to flee, and you made it to a tree when something pierced your field of vision.

Turning back, you saw bright lights.

Their heads turned and they grew pale, holding out arms to block the lights.

One of them grabbed you, dragging you by the collar, almost hoisting you up as you faced him, his eyes glaring into you and his blade ready at you.

“I’ll-I’ll stab you twenty times through your cunt, you little bitch!” he growled.

The sword was knocked from his hand and he cried in surprise. His grip loosened.

You both looked.

There was the sound and two lights ran by with the whirring-it then revealed what it was-

It was the thing Loki told you about. A motorcycle- and a man on it with a helmet- one hand on the steering wheel and the other around a pistol pointed at him.

The man said no reply until a bullet hit him in the shoulder. He let go of you and cried in pain.

You gasped at your rescuer- adn then realized the source of the bright lights-the other thing Loki told you about.

Through the woods, bursting through like a chariot was a car. The men of Grendel all stood, staring agape. But the motorcyclist held up his gun, pointing.

Out from the car, emerged Robert.

“Y/N! Y/N! Hurry- come in!” he urged.

“Get in the car, now!” he cried.

You let out a gasp and could have cried. You hurried to them. The men gritted their teeth and raised swords-

The motorcyclist said nothing as he lifted his weapon and aimed, quickly but steadily. The gun was fired with a loud crack in the air.

One of the goons dropped dead.

Only one of your friends you knew was capable of that, and would come from an era where he knew how to do that-

“Jonathan!” you cried out.

His helmet was still focused his gun raised. His voice distorted, but you knew it was him. Not daring to take it off to give himself a target for them to hurt him.

“The Princess of Asgard with us- let her come with us. And no one gets hurt.”

“YN! Hurry!” Robert urged.

You would not look at the scene as Jonathan began to shoot more at those who attacked. You turned on your heels and ran into the car’s side door, slamming the door shut.

You followed and jumped in. A far cry from any run-of-the-mill carriage you had been! The velvet, soft seats, and big, wide windows and space. You saw the knobs and turns and levers from the front. You covered your ears as bullets rang out. When you peeked back, the men of Grendel were dead.

Jonathan turned to Robert, nodding his head.

Jonathan got out his watch and clicked it.

“Time to go to Heimdall, let’s hurry,” Robert urged.

A portal opened in the woods.

Robert stepped on a pedal, and moved the wheel- he drove through the portal. There was a flash of bright, rainbow light swirling about you.

You landed on the other side, in a golden room. With the night sky in a large window before all. Then Robert hit the brake and parked. Jonathan’s motorcycle followed after.

You noticed a man standing in the center of the room. He walked to you, and at first, you were intimidated. There was an incredibly tall, broad man with piercing yellow eyes matching the gold of his armor and his helmet.

He spoke in a deep powerful voice- he could have been the new king of Asgard and you would have accepted it.

“Well, you both made it.”

His head turned. His golden eyes easily spotted you, not squinting though you were far away. Despite his intimidating presence, his face softened. He gave you a small bow in respect.

“I am glad for our Princess’s safe return,” he said.

“We got her just in time. Can’t blame her for being shaken,” Robert confirmed.

“Yes, I saw it all. Now hurry, all of you. All of the castle is worried for her.”

Robert drove by pulling the wheel, and then the car went down the rainbow bridge. Jonathan’s motorcycle was right behind, whirring along. Looking out, you finally realized- you felt like that white bird in flight at last. Wings stretched out, the beautiful world before you. Not only safe, not only loved- but free.

The blue sky and sun shone. The gentlest summer day. The sea that formed around you in a crystal blue-green. And you almost tore at the outline of the glittering, golden city, Asgard as it got closer, until you were driving through its streets. Passing commoners with astonished faces.

Tears welled up in your eyes as you turned to the doctor driving.

“Robert! Oh, Robert!” you cried. “You -came for me! You both did!”

Robert looked at you with a gentle smile, the speed of the car steady.

“You don’t have to be frightened, Y/N. You’re with us now- you’ll be fine,” he assured you.

You went over and kissed his cheek chastely. “Thank you!”

“Save some for Jonathan too!” he replied with a wink. He was still Robert. And Jonathan would still be Jonathan. Each of them- your friends, your friends! You were going to see them all again!

Excitement gurgled in you as Robert parked the car outside the palace. The guard's eyes flickered to the contraption, as well as the motorcycle. Jonathan parked it and then took off his helmet, his eyes serious, but his shoulder dipping in relaxation and a small smile on his face.

You ran over and gave him a big hug and he hugged you back.

“I’m glad you’re okay,” he said.

“I’m glad too,” you said.

“Now, I think it’s time you’ve reunited with your husband,” he announced.

They escorted you right into the palace through the hallways and into the throne room. You were astonished to see so many of them there, sitting and pacing about in worry. Thor and Hal were talking quietly. Thomas sitting on the steps next to Stella, doing embroidery anxiously. Queen Frigga remained as composed as she could as Sif paced around.

They all turned and there were smiles and gasps. They took in your nightgown and the blood and you- alive and breathing and seeming physically well.

At once they all gasped your name and charged into you, saying your name. Sif’s eyes flickered to Robert and then back to you.

“Did you give them hel?” she asked.

You nodded, showing her the bloodied sword still in your hand. “I gave it to all who wronged me back there, and didn’t spare Grendel’s men from it.”

She smirked. “That’s my girl.”

Stella ran forward and hugged you.

“YN! Oh, YN! You poorest thing! You gave us all a fright! I thought I would cry- I thought you would be gone forever! I missed you so much!”

You hugged her back.

“Don’t worry, I got scared-but I’ll be fine.”

Thor at once charged forward. He hugged you and lifted you so your feet didn’t touch the ground. He shook you around, hugging you like an overexcited toddler with their beloved toy.

“SISTER! My dear Sister! You are RETURNED! How victorious! My brother said he missed your signal and it FRIGHTENED him! Why, thank the NORNS!”

Hal patted at Thor and he let you down. You welcomed him with a hug.

“Well, I’m royalty as well, dear lady. You shall have no bows from me, yet the title suits you- to see you returned alive and triumphant!”

You hugged him back. “Hal, thank you!”

You then hugged Thomas as well.

“You gave Loki a scare- all of us.”

“My powers were taken away- they have to come back with time. But I’m fine- Jonathan and Robert saved me before I could get hurt,” you assured him.

Frigga even embraced you. She smiled.

“I hoped you and Loki would both realize how much you loved each other. And I thought I would never see you both happy together…I can’t even speak right now.”

She let go and cupped your face and then kissed your forehead.

“You are of Asgard now, and I welcome and bless your union and you with all of my heart,” she said.

You could have teared up.

“But, speaking of unions…where is he? Where is my husband?” you asked, looking around.

Thor folded his arms.

“He was getting the army of Asgard to go to the forest. He got scared that perhaps Jonathan and Robert wouldn’t be enough- they were preparing to search for you, but-”

You heard footsteps. And several voices.

But one stood out

Though it was a voice exactly like so many in your life, past and present, there was no denying whose name it belonged to. His voice.

“YN! YN!! All of you- stand and run firm! Destroy any who dare touch a hair on your princess’s head! Where is-”

Loki hurried forth, several guards and soldiers of Asgard behind him. His black and green robes with little gold embellishments. Typical of him, but with his black curls, ivory skin, and blue eyes, he never looked so beautiful to you before this moment. His eyes met yours and you paused. He froze, blinking. His boots almost skidded to a halt as you took each other in for a second.

Tears welling up some, you replied in a small voice. “I thought I’d never see you again, darling.”

Loki seemed to turn white, and you saw his hands shake at his sides. He frantically checked the others in the crowd. “Is this some illusion? Did mother-”

Robert clapped your back.

“We got her. This isn’t an illusion, Loki. She’s here,” he assured the god.

You cupped your mouth and he stood, breathing fast, crying tears coming out from you despite your smile. He walked again, faster, hurrying through, as if he would tear through each realm to touch you again.

You ran right into each other's arms. He picked you up and turned you again. You broke into crying again. You curled a hand behind his dark hair, kissing his lips and then his cheek and any part of him. A sound came out of you like laughter.

“Loki- Loki darling, I’m here! I’m right here!”

He broke the hug and then cupped your face.

“Are you hurt? What happened? I lost your signal! The one you promised me!”

Sniffling, you began to recount what happened.

“You were right to be worried, Loki. I was tricked into eating a Kunnigr apple. My magic was drained by the time Grendel’s men cornered me…I held them off for as long as I could. Then reinforcements came. Robert and Jonathan hurried in before I could be made prisoner or worse. They brought me here!”

There were big eyes as the others took in this information.

He hugged you again. You felt yourself shake some, crying, laughing, as if every emotion at once was washing inside you.

“How I missed you all, and…husband–my…my husband! My dear! I missed you most of all! I love you, darling! Loki- thank you! You saved me! You brought me back!”

“I would have torn Midgard to pieces to get you back- I love you, my wife,” he replied.

Your heart bursting at the fresh word, spoken from his mouth instead of in your mind, you kissed him on the lips again. Soft, but eager, demanding. Wanting to touch him, reacquaint with him. And never let go no matter what.

Hal was smiling wide and Stella was blushing pink. Jonathan looked down, trying not to laugh. Frigga merely then began to wave them off with her long sleeves. Turning away discreetly.

“Everyone…I think it’s best we let the couple have some privacy…” she suggested. Everyone gave a farewell smile, with a promise of a return.

Loki only held your hands and hurried you through the halls, the guards not behind you, right to where his chambers were.

“But…Grendel, the cauldron-what will we do?” you asked.

Loki caught you in his arms and you gasped. Carrying you, he led you to the threshold of his private room. He smiled mischievously.

“I think the Grendel matter could wait for a few minutes, don’t you agree?” your true love asked.

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