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totesnothere04 · 1 year

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Day to Day Norm Pt.5

Norm x F!Quaritch!Reader

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the fanart, screenshots, or gifs used with my stories.

Warnings: Smut, fluff, and violence.

A/n: I will be posting for one of my stories on here every other week. I'm trying to keep my cool and not burn myself out again.

Pt.4 here. Part 6.

You were at a loss for words as you stared at your dad through the video call. Everyone else had cleared out of the room to allow you privacy. It was so silent you could hear a pin drop.

"Y-you want to help them keep their home?" You ask him and he nods slowly.

"I know I've been a jackass-" He starts and you scoffed.

"At your command, the oldest daughter of the Tsahík and Olo'eyktan was executed and you nearly had their future Olo'eyktan and second daughter killed too. Jackass is putting it lightly dad." You tell him and he sighs and looks away from you.

"I've been a dick head. Better?" He asks and rubs his forehead. "But how the hell am I supposed to go against the entire RDA on my own?" He asks noone in particular.

"Noone ever said you'd be alone Daddy. Everyone in the science division sort of despises what the RDA is doing here. Not to mention the Na'vi people themselves. As long as we all stick together we can make a difference." You tell him and he nods.

"I think I can handle that. While you're up in them mountains... Just make sure you don't make me a grandpa early." Your Dad moved the conversation toward a close. You chuckled along with him and he stopped laughing to stare at you for a moment. "You're the best thing to happen to me. I hope you know that. I love you sweet pea."

"I love you too Dad. I'll talk to you later?" You ask him and he nods.

"Yeah. I'll call ya when I've got the time." He says and you end the call. You sigh and sit back in your chair trying to grasp what you just talked about with your Dad. Maybe everything would be easier with him on your side.

2 Months Later

Neytiri was helping you and Jake get ready for your ceremony. As you were letting your paint dry you watched Jake make goo goo eyes at Neytiri. You started to feel a little antsy since she's promised to Tsu'tey and Jake is just a base-level hunter. It remained silent between the three of you, but the two of them continued to stare sensually into eachothers eyes. You cleared your throat and they broke their gaze. Neytiri got up and the two of you followed her out and to the open area. After completing the last step to becoming a part of the people the two of you emerged as Omatikaya. You felt pride swell in your chest as the Olo'eyktan welcomed you and Jake as part of the people. As the celebration started to commence Neytiri nudged your side and you looked at her in question.

"You remember what I told you about the Tree of Voices?" She asks and you nod. "Why don't you take Norm?" She asks and your cheeks feel as though they spontaneously caught fire.

"But isn't that associated with mating?" You ask her and she smiles.

"Yes, it is. You have been courting long enough." She says and you gape at her. She stands up and hauls you up with her pushing you toward Norm. "Go."

"But his iknimaya-" You try to argue but she huffs and crosses her arms.

"I approve. Go." She shoos you away and you tentatively make your way to him. When you sit down next to him Jake raises an eyebrow in question at your nervous behavior.

"You alright (Y/n)?" Jake asks and you nod.

"Yes. I was wondering if I could steal Norm from you?" You ask him and he looks quickly between the two of you and smirks.

"I don't mind at all. You, crazy kids, have fun." Jake says and walks away, probably in search of Neytiri.

"What's going on (Y/n)?" Norm asks and you fiddle with your fingers for a moment.

"I want to show you something." You finally spit out and Norm looks at you quizzically but gets up and follows you out anyways. Norm's avatar looked near godly in the Na'vi tweng he wore for the celebration. You started nearing your destination and Norms hand slid from yours. You turned to see what was wrong but he was staring that the trees infront of him.

"The tree of voices... It's beautiful." He says and you nod.

"Neytiri brought me here a few weeks ago and let me in on the secret of it and the rituals associated with it as well." You tell him and he looks intrigued. You grab your tswin and his breath hitches as he grabs his as well. You connect yours to the tree and he does the same. "They're like memory banks. We can upload and download memories through our tswin." You tell him and he smiles as he listens to the voices. When you disconnect from the tree he does the same.

"And what ritual are they associated with?" Norm asks and you smirk when you think about his blush.

"When someone chooses a mate they come here to mate. Unless you are the future Tsahík and Olo'eyktan then you go to the Tree of Souls." You tell him and his cheeks dust indigo.

"Does that mean you've chosen me as your mate?" He asks you and you smile.

"Yeah I have, but I want you to choose me too. If you don't that's okay. It's a big commitment." You tell him and he exhales a breathy chuckle.

"You're kidding right?" He asks as he brings his tswin back around and presents the pink nerve endings to you. You pull your tswin around as well and hold his free hand as the two of you bring them together to meet. As they meet you can feel his thoughts and feelings and you see him in a new light.

"Oel ngati kameie, Norm." You whisper breathlessly and rests his forehead against yours.

"Oel ngati kameie, (Y/n)." He responds and captures your lips with his. The kiss is gentle and loving and it felt as though no one else existed in the world, but the two of you. There's no space between the two of you as you remain intertwined. He pulls away with a quiet moan and you feel him poking you just below your belly button. You reach down and start to remove your tweng and Norm starts to do the same. He starts to lower himself to the ground while guiding you with him. You allow one leg to rest on each side of his thighs and sigh contentedly when you feel the head of his cock push against your entrance. One of his hands holds his length in place as you lower yourself onto him. His head falls back and his mouth opens to release a groan. You both still, to allow the moment to engrain in your memories forever. Him feeling you squeeze the living daylights out of him, and you feeling him stretch your gummy walls.

You lift your hips and bring them down as you start to feel the heat building up. Norm feels it too and starts meeting your ministrations halfway by thrusting up into you. He moves to kiss your neck and you lean away to give him better access. Suddenly his cock hits a part inside of you that makes you see stars and he starts abusing that spot. Hitting it over and over again to push you closer to your release. You finally cum when he delivers one final rough thrust and feel his cum spurt inside of you. You moan at the feeling of his release and he hid his moans by biting your neck.

"I'm going to have to go back you know?" He asks and you nod lazily.

"I know. I just want to lay here with you for a bit longer." You tell him and he nods while pecking your forehead.

"Do you think we could lead normal lives as a part of the people when I pass my iknimaya?" Norm asks out of the blue and you smile lovingly up at him.

"I think we would beable to. I mean Neytiri has made it very known to any possible suitor that I have a mate. I think she wants us here." You tell him and he sighs happily.

"I wouldn't mind that." He admits and his ears droop. "We should head back. I have to go back with Grace and you need to be in the village." He says and you nod.

"Alright." You say and then stand up grabbing your tweng and handing him his. Once you're both fully dressed you hold hands and make way for Hometree. Norm stops when you start to break the treeline and you look at him in question. He motions to your still-conjoined queues and you nod. You grab yours and he grabs his and you gently separate them. You resume the walk back and Norm huffs.

"What do you mean other suitors?" He asks and you chuckle.

"Some of the men in the Omatikaya took an interest in me but Neytiri was always quick to shoo them away. I'm grateful she did because I feel like tonight would've been more of a hassle than it was fun." You tell him and he nods.

"Even with all of your possible suitors you still chose me?" Norm asks and you turn to look into his eyes. They're slightly glossy, showing that what you said meant alot to him.

"Norm in my opinion there were never any other suitors. I choose you because you're brave, smart, kind, and very handsome. I love you in every definition of the word." You tell him and he pulls you into a hug.

"I love you too (Y/n)." He whispers and lets you go so you can both make your way back. Grace is just making her way to Trudy's Samson as the two of you walk up and she smirks at your connected hands.

"So I'm guessing the two of you mated?" Grace asks and you nod happily.

"Yeah. Best mate I could've asked for." Norm says as he nuzzles his nose into the side of your head. Grace chuckles and gently shoves your shoulder.

"Alright Romeo, we have to go." She says and Norm sighs and kisses you.

"I'll see you back at the shack." He says and you nod.

"Alright I'll see you there." You say and enter Hometree to go to your hammock. You almost run into Mo'at and let out a gasp because you were startled. "Tsahík... You startled me." She chuckles at your admission and gestures for you to follow her.

"You have chosen your mate well. He will make a good addition to the people." She says calmly. "But as your Tsahík I must warn you. Your destiny is unclear. I cannot see it." You stop and she stops a few feet infront of you.

"What does that mean?" You ask her and she frowns looking away.

"I do not know. Proceed with caution child." With that, Mo'at departed and you went to your hammock. When you arrived you noted that Jake and Neytiri hadn't returned to bed yet, but you shrugged it off and laid down to go to sleep. You woke up in your pod and got up and went to the small kitchen area to make you, Norm, Grace, and Jake some food. Not long after Norm's arms snaked around your waist and he set his cheek on top of your head.

"Ugh get a room!" Grace jokes as she walks by.

"We would, but there isn't another room." You joke with her and she laughs as she sits down. You finish cooking and set food infront of the two of them and sit in Norm's lap. He drapes his arm around your back and the three of you start eating.

"So where did you go to mate?" Grace asks and Norm hid his face in your arm.

"The tree of voices. Neytiri told me about it weeks ago, but I thought she was just teaching me more of their culture. Until she basically pushed me to Norm to go mate." You set your fork down and lean closer to Grace. "And oh my God Grace... The feeling that the Na'vi have when they mate is amazing. Human sex could NEVER compare."

"You're making me curious kid." Grace looked over at the time and got up taking her empty plate. "Make sure to get some decent sleep tonight kids." She goes to her bunk and lays down for a well-deserved rest. You take your and Norm's dishes and clean up. You put Jake's food in the microwave and you turned back to Norm. He sauntered over to you and cupped your cheeks as he looked down into your eyes.

"I meant what I said earlier..." He whispers and you look at him confused. "When I told you I love you. I didn't say that just because we mated as Na'vi. I said it because you are all I've ever wanted and needed and I can't picture myself with anyone else." You become bashful and try to hide your blush by looking away.

"I meant it too. I really love you, Norm. I'm so happy my dad was able to get me out here when he did." You said quietly and he smiled and captured your lips in a sweet gentle kiss. "Come on. Let's go get some sleep. You really tuckered me out babe." His cheeks flush bright red and he plants one more kiss on your lips. As you approach your bunk he pulls you in beside him in his bunk and wraps himself around you.

"Goodnight baby. I love you." He says as he tucks into you and you mirror his actions.

"Goodnight babe. I love you." You reply and allow blissful sleep to take hold.

Later Jake climbs out of his pod and wheels himself to the kitchen area and sees the note on the microwave.

Jake,

You were taking forever to get out of the link so I left your food in the microwave.

-(Y/n)

Jake sighed in relief and took the plate of food from the microwave. Beans, sausage, and a cornbread substitute that Jake had caught you talking heavy shit about on multiple occasions. Saying things along the lines of 'Meemaw would never serve this shit' or 'This tastes like the first batch I ever made... It was God awful'. Jake chuckled at the memories and ate the food made for him. As he finished and passed by Norm's bunk he notices the blanket had fallen a bit so he pulls it up to cover your shoulders. He shakes his head at how disgustingly adorable you and Norm are and moves to climb into bed.

You wake up before anyone else the next day and are sleepily staring at the coffee machine as it makes your life juice.

"You know staring at it won't make it brew faster." You hear Grace joke with you and you groan. "Ah, still not a part of the land of the living yet. I'm making breakfast."

"I'll just take some eggs. I'm not too hungry right now." You tell her and she nods. You make you and her a cup of coffee and she hands you a plate of eggs.

"So what are your plans for today?" She asks.

"Tsu'tey said he wanted to go hunting." You told her and she looked up with surprise clearly written across her features. "What?" You ask her.

"Tsu'tey doesn't accept humans. He must really like you." She says and you shrug.

"Neytiri and I hangout alot and she said something about wanting Tsu'tey to get to know me. I think she hopes that I will become as good of a friend to him as she is." You told her and she makes an impressed face. You look at the time and clean up your dishes. "Village life starts early." You quote her to herself.

"I'll let lover boy know you linked." Grace says and you go to your pod. You lay down and connect to your avatar. When you sit up neither Neytiri nor Jake are in their hammocks. You become confused since you know Jake is still asleep. You set out in search of Neytiri to see if she knew where Jake's avatar was. When you reached the communal first meal you sat in your usual spot but only Tsu'tey joins you.

"Are you ready to hunt?" He asks and you nod.

"Yes! It'll be a welcome change to hunt with someone other than Jake. He knows to be quiet while we hunt, but he flaunts his stuff all the time." You tell Tsu'tey and he gains a curious look on his face. "Like he's showing off, but honestly Neytiri isn't impressed this is how she was raised. I'm not impressed because I used to go hunting with my uncle when I was a kid." Tsu'tey looks impressed.

"So you have been hunting since you were on your world?" He asks and you nod.

"Yeah but we couldn't hunt to feed too many people. Wildlife is becoming scarce there." You admit to him. "I don't think I even want to go back."

"Why would you when you're one of the people? And you have chosen a mate, so why would either of you go back?" He asks and you contemplate his words for a moment.

"I'm not sure they'd let me stay until I die. They'd probably try to send me back when I reach the age that they consider "unuseful"." You tell him and he scrunched his nose.

"Sky demons. Wisdom in age is necessary to lead the young. It is no wonder your leaders create chaos and war." Tsu'tey says and you deflate.

"Sad thing is our leader is young, but our military leader is old. He's my dad." You tell him and he gains a sad look.

"But... He killed children and you've shown a gentle soul." Tsu'tey says and you swipe away a stray tear.

"My dad hasn't always been like this. My mother bled him for every bit of money that she could because she had me. My grandmother actually raised me since my mother was always busy. It's hard to explain because here there is no currency and the things considered normal on Earth don't even exist here." You tell him but he doubles down and invested in listening to you. "On Earth there are places where people go to get their nails done and buy expensive clothing. She was always off getting her hair done or her nails sometimes getting waxed or simply spending all the money meant to buy me life necessities. So I came out here early and this is my home now." You tell him and he seems upset.

"So she was trading your life materials for her own selfish reasons?" He asks and you nod. "A true sky demon. Your grandmother treated you fairly?" Once again you nod and he seems satisfied.

"Uh are you ready to go hunt?" You ask him and he nods. You both get up and meet his hunting party outside of Hometree. They greet you formally and you do the same for them and you all mount your pali and head off in search of your hunt. As your group makes their way through the foliage you hear the tell-tale signs of excavators. Tsu'tey hears them too and you follow the noise until you find them bulldozing the tree of voices. You climb off your pali about to run and tell them to stop, but Tsu'tey grabs your arm. He shakes his head and you watch sadly as they trample through the trees. You collapse to your knees while your tears stream down your cheeks. Peyral and Tsu'tey help you calm down enough to ride your pali back to Hometree. You start pacing as you panic over the situation.

"(Y/n) you must calm down." Ninat and Peyral try to calm you but you are still panicking.

"But my dad would've warned me if they were planning something like this. I haven't heard from him for about a week and I'm starting to worry that something happened to him." You tell them and they continue rubbing your arms in soothing circles. Jake and Neytiri run in and you run to meet them in the center. Jake tries to convince them that war isn't a good idea and finally seems to deflate. Suddenly Grace collapses and you turn to Jake in horror. He turns to Neytiri quickly and tries to explain something to her, but then he collapses as well. Everyone turns to you and you feel lightheaded and know you're being pulled back. You collapse as you feel your consciousness being pulled back, but you start to convulse instead. Mo'at and Neytiri rush over to you and you look at Mo'at with panicked eyes. She lets her hands hover over you and she finally settles on comforting you.

"My child, you must stop panicking. You must breathe." She says and you try to calm down.

"Mother, what is wrong with her?" Neytiri asks her mom.

"The Great Mother is refusing to allow her consciousness to return to her human body." Mo'at says and you still can't bring yourself to calm down and breathe.

"She still isn't calming." Neytiri says and Mo'at sighs. She pulls down your bottom lip and spreads something over your gums.

"That should help her rest." Mo'at says and as you start to fall asleep you see Tsu'tey pick you up.

When you wake up you expect to see the lid of your pod, but you find you're looking directly at the cover of your hammock. You groan as you get up and you hear a sigh from behind you. When you get up and out of your hammock a hand is gently placed on your shoulder.

"You are alright." Neytiri says and you nod still dazed and confused. She sat you down and explained everything to you and you ran a hand over your face. "You are the first to wake up."

"My head hurts." You admit and she frowns.

"My mother should beable to help. Go speak with her." Neytiri requests and you relent and go to find Mo'at. You find her speaking quietly with Eytukan and let them know you are approaching. They stop talking when you get closer and you greet them both.

"It is comforting to see you are alright." Mo'at says and you wince.

"My head hurts Tsahík." You tell her and she guides you to sit and enjoy some food and water. She allows you to sit in comfortable silence as you eat. The silence, however, is short-lived as the crowd grows loud and you follow Mo'at to investigate. Jake and Grace have woken up and everyone seems on edge. The moment Jake and Geace see you they exhale in relief and jog up to you.

"Thank God you're okay. When you wouldn't wake up Norm thought you had died!" Jake says and you shrug.

"I'm really confused and really tired." You tell him and he nods. When he moves away to address the people, Grace checks you over and nods when she's happy you're unharmed.

"A great evil is upon us!" Jake tells Eytukan. "The sky people are coming to destroy Hometree. Tell 'em they'll be here soon." Jake says and Neytiri translates.

"Are you certain of this?" Mo'at asks and Jake hesitates to answer.

"They sent me here to learn your ways so one day I could bring this message and that you will believe it." Jake admits and you wipe your eyes. Everytime you get close to a happy home someone does some stupid shit and you lose it.

"What are you saying Jake?" Neytiri asks him and you growl low in your throat. "That you knew this would happen?"

"Yes." Jake finally tells her after hesitating. "Look at first I was just following orders, and then everything changed. I fell in love. I fell in love with the forest, with the Omatikaya people... With you."

"I trusted you." Neytiri says and before it can escalate you push Jake away.

"Who?" You ask him with venom dripping from your voice and he alerts his eyes. "Who fucking sent you Sully?!" You repeat angrier.

"Y... Your dad." He finally tells you and you feel like you've been punched in the gut. All the air had been knocked from your lungs and you felt like you couldn't breathe again.

"I never should've believed him... Or you. Marines only bring bad luck." You finally say and shake your head disappointedly. "You're no different."

"But he hasn't been involved in weeks okay? He stopped asking for reports and started refusing to come to the meetings." Jake tries to defend your dad but you rear your arm back a deliver a punch to his nose.

"I never should've trained you. I shouldn't have taught you, but I did. Because Norm was so close with your brother. I wish he would've been here instead." You say with finality and you feel hands on your arms holding you back from attacking Jake further. "I have faced so many disappointments in my life, but none as great as you Jake Sully. Atleast my mother never wore a mask." The hands on your arms finally pulled you away from him and toward the Olo'eyktan and Tsahík. You allow it and discover that it was Tsu'tey that was pulling you away.

"This woman was not involved?" Tsu'tey asked Jake who immediately shook his head no.

"No, no! She would never. She hates what the humans are doing here. Even our leader knew not to involve her." Jake told Tsu'tey and Neytiri pulled you into a hug.

"Please you have to leave or you're going to die!" Jake exclaims and Eytukan looks at him with disgust.

"Bind them." He says and his warriors subdued them and the two of you started to steel your nerves.

Had your dad truly stopped destroying this planet and its people?

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avinryd · 7 months

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Cat's Cradle

Author: AvinRyd Fandom: Critical Role Rating: T Pairing: Mollymauk Tealeaf & Yasha, Mollymauk Tealeaf/Caleb Widogast Word Count: ~1,650 Series: Shards and Spells

"...first time I've been glad Molly wasn't there."

- @caitmayart

Saw Cait's fanart (x) and it broke me into little pieces. I put those back together into this.

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On any other night, the soft riffle of worn parchment shuffling would be comforting, meditative work in Mollymauk’s hands. On any other night, there would be a blood-deep satisfaction in the near-inaudible sound of cards placed on threadbare fabric. On any other night, the glow of moonlight would light his spread and sing in his veins and there would be the humming feeling of not only Sehanine’s gentle presence, but a hint of mischievous spark from Jester’s Traveler and, underneath his incense and the floral warmth of the Wildmother, the sharp scent of ozone. Yasha’s Stormlord.

On any other night. But not tonight. Because Yasha is...Yasha is—

Footsteps on the stairs of the Ready Room—ascending, growing louder, stopping on the landing.

“If we’re not discussing how to get her back, I’m not coming downstairs.” Molly says flatly, not looking up from his cards.

“I am not here to fetch you back, Mollymauk.”

Caleb. Soft-spoken, level-headed, absolutely fucking calm Caleb. How can he sound so gods-damned calm? How can all of them be so cold to just walk away and let that door close and—

His mental tirade is interrupted by movement in his periphery. Just off the edge of his tarot cloth, one of Caduces’s wooden bowls slides into view. It’s full of a creamy stew of some sort, dinged iron spoon leaning against the edge, being held by a bandaged hand. It’s followed shortly by a chipped ceramic mug of steaming liquid, borne by a matching other hand. Molly looks up to see Caleb crouched across from him, fancy new coat pooled on the gritty wood floor and not meeting his eyes.

“You need to eat. You’re no good to her wasted away to nothing.”

Molly scoffs. “I’m no good to her stuck here either! Miles and a mountain and a half away, sitting in a fucking military storehouse when I should still be in there, still—”

“Still what, Mollymauk? You wouldn’t still be anything. You would be stabbed through by another gods-verdammt oversized blade and by the time your neat little trick got around to bringing you back, there would be more time wasted than we are using right now.”

Caleb isn’t so soft-spoken, isn’t so calm now. His voice is low, but it’s tense and rough and he’s meeting Molly’s gaze now—deep purple bruising under his eyes and brows furrowed in consternation as he pins Molly with a hard look and it stops his mind short. This Caleb is familiar, for all Molly never actually got to meet him. This is the Caleb that rode up the Glory Run Road, dragging broken friends and compatriots away from a fresh grave to rescue the ones yet living.

Molly swallows the spitting retort that’s fast dying on his devil’s tongue and carefully returns the cards to his deck, inverse of how they’d been placed and rolls up the cloth, sets them both aside and reaches for the bowl.

He eats in silence. Caleb shifts, sits against the bunk that hides Molly’s corner from the rest of the large room and pulls out a loop of silver thread to fiddle with. Moonlight catches in the threads and Molly recognizes the geometric patterns.

“No Molly, if you do it that way—see? You’ve got it tangled now.”

Molly made a face at the snarls of string binding up his wrists and fingers. Yasha only laughed softly and reached to pick apart the knots.

“Where did you even learn this? Practice for building snares in the Xorhassian wastes?”

“Jester taught me while we were at sea. It was a long journey and you run out of things to do on a ship, eventually.”

There was a waft of sea-salt tang rising from the string, nearly masked by the scent of dry parchment and flowers that clung to everything stored in Yasha’s belt-pouch. He wiggled his fingers gleefully once Yasha freed them, then looped the string around once more.

“Alright. Show me again.”

Molly sets the empty bowl aside—when had he finished it? Must have been hungrier than he thought—and scoots over across from Caleb. The wizard has reached a point in the pattern where he can’t move further. Wordless, Molly reaches in and deftly moves the strings, pulls them off Caleb’s hands and into the next pattern, then holds it out.

Their eyes meet in a quick glance, all that Caleb allows, then burn-scarred fingers reach across to pluck at the web spanned between Molly’s hands; gingerly pinching strings together, then looping them around and pulling back. Another familiar pattern. Molly follows along, and so they go, the silence stretching on and growing more comfortable as it does. Comfortable, but it’s not enough to soothe the agitation still simmering in Molly’s blood.

The emotions still boil up in him, horror and fear and anguish that steam out as anger at the situation, anger at his friends, their hesitance, their—

Caleb nudges Molly’s elbow with his own. Their hands are suddenly knotted together—Molly’s hands having spasmed and yanked the careful magic out of true, tangling the thread. Shit. Fuck. Gods damn it all, can't even get a simple children’s game right, let alone anything more useful. He doesn’t move as Caleb slips his own fingers free and starts untangling the thread. Still quiet, movements slow and purposeful and fucking hells below.

“How are you all so calm about this?” He doesn’t shout. He doesn’t.

There is a long moment of silence, Caleb slipping the last knots from the thread and winding it carefully before replying, “Everyone is in shock, Mollymauk. Do not mistake it for apathy.”

“Bullshit. If any of you gave a—” Caleb doesn’t let him finish, talks over him.

“Beauregard hasn’t said a single word since your shouting match three hours and twenty-seven minutes ago. Jester started crying halfway through that argument and hasn’t stopped. Caduceus burned the stew and oversteeped three separate pots of tea. Nott has done nothing but drink since we got back and Fjord has let his accent slip at least four times in that span.”

“And you?” Molly is still stuck on their firebrand wizard and his icy calm all through the ride back to Bazzoxan—stuck and enraged, if he’s honest with himself.

Caleb laughs, dry as dust. “Well.”

He holds out his right hand for inspection and Molly takes in what he hadn’t noticed earlier. The bandages on the outer blade of his hand are scorched brown, black at the edges, and there are red smears in the palm mirrored by the rusty brown caked under burned short nails. Unthinking, he reaches out to cradle it in his own two as Caleb continues,

“Nott told me to find something to do with myself before the proprietor noticed I was burning a hole in their table. So I brought you food.”

The hand in Molly’s grasp is shaking, as if only just being held back from clenching into a fist once more. Molly has to take a moment, has to sit with what Caleb’s just told him. He wants to stay angry, wants it more than anything, because if he’s angry then nothing else can get to him—if he’s angry, the rest of the awful, awful things...

Ah, too late.

Their game of Cat’s Cradle had brought him and Caleb knee-to-knee, so it’s not far to go when Molly slumps forward to knock his head into Caleb’s shoulder. Months and months ago, back when they’d all first met, the Caleb Molly had known would have jerked back on instinct. The Caleb Molly had known wouldn’t have let his hand be held so tenderly either, or played a silly string game with him in grief-stricken silence. This Caleb has done all those things, and more—twisting his hand just enough to clasp around Molly’s forearm in a firm hold.

“I hate this.” Molly says to their laps, forehead pressed into the shoulder seam of Caleb’s fancy new coat. “Is this what it felt like? When I… When I was gone?”

“Nein,” Caleb replies, harsh and certain. Molly jerks upright at the tone.

“How?”

Caleb’s frown deepens. “You were dead, Mollymauk. You were dead and you were gone and we mourned you.” His hand tightens on Molly’s arm. “Yasha is not. She is alive, and we may not be strong enough yet, but we will get her back. I don’t— I’m not sure how we can, but we will, Molly. I swear it.”

Caleb’s free hand has lifted to rub at his face and Molly sees a smear of crimson when it comes away—a cut on his jaw that should have been healed many cleric spells ago. There’s dried blood crusted under the nails of that hand as well. Had he picked open that shaving nick over the course of the night?

There’s a hard lump in Molly’s throat that he tries to swallow past, but can’t. It blocks all his words except the few syllables he needs to send up to the Moonweaver as he reaches out to touch Caleb’s jaw. The silver crescent charm on his horn chimes softly as it spins and hits keratin, and a sparkle of divine blue light dances in the blue of Caleb’s eyes as Molly draws on the absolute last of his strength to seal up the tiny cut. He doesn’t move his hand after—keeps it there to feel the subtle movement of Caleb adjusting his jaw, relaxing clenched teeth.

It’s not far to go when their foreheads press together, made shorter by Caleb leaning in to meet him halfway. Molly lets his hand drop to fall atop Caleb’s wrapped ones in their laps, closes his eyes and tries to just breathe—he feels like he hasn’t properly since that door closed.

It hurts. It’s going to hurt for a good long while yet, he reckons. But it’ll hurt a damn sight less once they’ve got Yasha back.

#critical role #critical role c2 #widomauk #critical role fanfiction #mollymauk tealeaf #caleb widogast #molly lives!AU #avinryd #fics of ryd #series: Shards and Spells

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otrtbs · 1 year

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i’m literally shaking and crying trying to find a wolfstar brokeback mountain au when i could literally just watch brokeback mountain like i literally bought it it’s not hard for me to watch it but it’d be so good and i really want to read that cause it’d be brilliant. i don’t know why i’m so distressed at not finding a specific au when i could watch the thing that is the alternate universe. i’m just dying right now

omg i feel like there’s got to be a wolfstar broke back mountain au,,, right ??? that or i’ve just seen wolfstar broke back mountain themed fanart ??? hmmmm

but if it doesn’t exist you can always write what you want to read !!

#asks

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the-acid-pear · 7 months

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I remember my dream today for once. Or parts. Since as far as I can remember it started with me going to Brazil (help!). Dream Brazil was fun, I saw a jungle in the beach, I saw mean fucking sea cows that tried to slap me. There also was an unknown pair riding a uh, a cuatri that little 4 wheel machine, and taking selfies with a beautiful (average tbh) blonde woman w big sunglasses. After the sea cow tried to punch me (they were outside the water btw so maybe they were just seals? Then again this was Brazil so idk) we came across a sort of japanese settlement were I saw the best creature of my dreams: the one handed tiger. These mfs looked low poly, like if a guy put on a tiger custome but instead of it being a fursuit or something it was just those flat cloths covering your whole body. They were also very fucking goofy (one did the nya hand at me when I looked at it with utter shock) and bipedal. I really thought that was just some guy trolling but a guide called them one hand tigers and then I saw there were a lot of thems so I had to accept it.

We kept going past the tigers and some other strange fauna. Worth mentioning this setting was a lot more... japanese, aesthetically. Less trees, more empty espace, cooler colors, there was wind.

We eventually made it to a cave full of fish and these were some of the most bizarre fish ever. The guide was explaining us that at night this fish pond (like a fucking jacuzzi made out of stone) becomes more like a cabaret as more bipedal but non the less bizarre and coloful and bright fishes started walking in. I swear to God one was orange and had red big lips and slutty eyes but in the most low poly weird style ever.

We couldn't take picture which was upsetting because I apparently was doing a fish collection like the Sims. However what was truly upsetting was just being there, for it was making me extremely uncomfortable.

I was fixated on a green little fish, bright green, with a hit of yellow, like a neon green apple color, only normal mf still in the pond, but I was getting too anxious so I tried to leave but I stumbled into someone or something and everyone realized and they were like "are you trying to leave? 😦" so they all left with me. Without complaining too!

After that I went up a mountain and I ended up my grandma's old home and this is where we take a melancholy break since it was pretty sad. I was there with my grandpa and my dad. Not much happened. I walked around seeing the clouds and the beautiful sky. I thought of telling my dad we'd stay to eat, but I didn't.

I remember now, before this, I was walking around, someone on a mule saw me. We were chatting, or perhaps I just thought we were. Maybe we were just each talking to ourselves. I really tried to keep my shit together but I eventually collapsed crying, finishing the sentence I'd been trying to say, saying that my grandma was a huge hater but nobody forgave like her. I don't know why I was seeking forgiveness but I was desperate.

Back to the house though, at some point we heard a sound from the distance that sounded just like my grandma's laugh as my dad and I sat outside and we locked eyes for a second and we knew we both had imagined the same and one of us said how missed she is and I broke down crying.

AND THIS IS WHERE THE MELANCHOLY STOPS because as I was crying my nose just started fucking bleeding and I started trying to picture from where the blood was falling for a while but I guess that's just because I was soon to wake up.

Someone who I follow but is not my mutual (mutual in law?) just happened to be close by DRAWING SOUTH PARK FANART out of all things and she saw me and maybe I asked for help or maybe she simply was like 😬 and decided to help this pathetic bleeding animal but for some reason the solution was to tie my arms behind my back bondage style. I remember being like "are you sure this is going to work?" and her reassuring like "don't worry".

I did finally wake up after that.

#luly talks #my dreams

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secretshinigami · 1 year

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Naomi and Halle's Ambitious Anniversary

All gifts should now be posted. If you don’t see your gift, please contact a moderator right away. Thank you all for your wonderful creations and we look forward to seeing you in future rounds!

Below the cut is the compiled list of everyone’s prompts from this round of our exchange. They are organized by their submitter, so feel free to ctrl+f to find character-specific prompts. Please feel free to use them for inspiration, whether you participated in this exchange or not!

Anonymous

fanart of the wammy's kids inspired by the lyrics to curses by the crane wives

near and mello fanart inspired by the lyrics to no children by the mountain goats

L with stubble!!

A peace that highlights the parallels between Halle and Naomi, their similar motivations and opposite fates

Naomi, Raye, and Hideaki Suruga hanging out back in college

Shinigami Naomi

AU ware Naomi was a Wammy's kid and first met L and Beyond through there

What if Gelus died for Naomi instead of Misa? (Either when she was about to die in canon, much earlier, around the same time Misa needed saving, or at any other point that sounds interesting!)

Naomi's journey from deciding to leave Japan after high school to retiring from the FBI

Light, Misa, and L all on some sort of date

Misa and Kiyomi in cozy attire also on a date or just spending time together

Misa giving a human Rem and makeover, picking out clothes, painting her nails etc

Mello in a fantasy au setting with a sword

Misa being motherly towards the younger wammys kids (Matt, Near, Mello, Linda )

Misa in a vigilante au where her superpower is regeneration like Deadpool

Matt and Mello on a motorcycle

fandom-fae

misa amane portrayed as a powerful goddess/godlike deity

linda painting a portrait of misa amane

mello and near on a fluffy date in a café with like a pastel cutesy color palette/aesthetic

fem lawlight hanging out with misa in an environment that has like fun/colorful lighting

an au where light dies at the end, but instead of actually dying he wakes up again afterwards in an alternate universe where he’s a wammy’s kid before the kira case started. how does the story go from there? does he still get the death note? does the kira case even happen at all? how does he get along w the other wammy’s kids? etc etc uwu

an au where beyond didn’t die after labb, but instead survived and broke out of jail and then years later decided to involve himself in the kira case to prove to L that he needs him(B)- and yeah i also wanna see Light and Misa interact with B ghjdghjhgf

an au where misa is the first kira instead of light and she is the one with the god complex and the plans to rid the world of evil (with undertones of revenge bc yeah-) but she still made the eye deal and still has rem and light is the second kira & a huge fan of the first kira; obv light would still be himself so he wouldn’t fall in love with misa (at most in like a tsundere way) and yeah

grelleswife

Naomi riding a motorcycle down an open highway. The breeze is blowing through her hair, and a gorgeous sunset illuminates the sky behind her.

Naomi and Halle having tea at Naomi’s apartment (romantic undertones preferred)

Halle and Naomi dancing together at an elegant evening ball as part of an undercover mission. I leave their specific attire up to the artist’s discretion.

In an AU where Naomi survives, she and Halle have a one-on-one training session where she teaches the other agent capoeira. Can be romantic or platonic.

A short piece on Halle’s early days working for the SPK (her motivations for joining, first encounters with Near, and so on)

A Kiyohalle short in which Halle protects Takada from a would-be anti-Kira attacker.

chaotic-angsty-teen

Light with wings

Misa inspired by the song Teen idle by MARINA (could be a lyric comic or just a drawing of her that fits)

L in an ugly Christmas sweater drinking teafree sugar.

Hannibal nbc crossover or AU

Time-loop AU for the day L dies in canon from either L's or Light's perspective

Misa eventually gets disillusioned with Light during the timeskip

AU where Soichiro finds out Light is Kira after L's death

dillyfirestarter

Don't be a coward, join me in my crackship and draw me an L/Soichiro picture. 1.1 How would they flirt in the hotel rooms before L meets Light in person? 1.2 In the Yotsuba arc, Light catches L making a suggestive face/gesture to Soichiro. He doesn't realise it's a mutual attraction, but he's still horrified.

If that's too terrible to imagine, then I'd like to see Nu the eyeball-column shinigami as Misa's shinigami. Perhaps Misa is putting eyeliner/fake lashes around every eyeball?

Those Who Stand For Nothing Fall For Everything: if you know this story, show me what you think dapper lawyer L looks like

Depressed adult Near has far too much hair. Does he make one of the SPK brush it for him? Or does he just lay there and occasionally pick out lego from his masses of curls?

Naomi is my goddess. I wish I got to see her interact with L or the Task Force in canon. How would she fit into the team?

Alternatively: Naomi, alive and well several years after the show, has to pick up her gun once more and strap her baby to her back to go fight crime.

Alternatively: Light actually decides to assault Naomi to stop her going to the police station. Make her give him the most satisfying arse-kicking

Death Note/Code Geass crossover: What Geass would L or another character have? Would it be a help or hindrance catching Kira?

complicatedmerary

Halle and Naomi on a motorcycle adventure together

Kiyomi Takada attending her first concert as a child, reaction is up to you

Misa plays a prank on Light (gone wrong) (REAL) (we all cried).

Mikami is stuck with Takada in her apartment after the district got shut down with an unusual outage, they are forced to talk about topics other than Kira

Light Yagami has a diary that no else but him knows, what would that look like prior to his final days? Bonus points if someone got to read it, be it before or after his eventual demise

Near likes to pretend that defeating Light Yagami was satisfying to watch, and yet, he still feels like something about it wasn’t quite right, some questions still unanswered.

bring-back-beyond-birthday

Beyond Birthday and Mello hanging out

Shinigami tea party!

L and Light looking at a sunset together!

Light and L having a chance meeting or accidental relationship~? I’m a big fan of coffee shop au’s!

What do all the Whammy’s kid do when the adults are away?

Matt and Mello’s adventures once they team up!

mapsareforbraindeads

death note… but it’s alice in wonderland!

light, L, misa, and the task force get together for a movie night.

matsuda made a cake for L! is it a disaster? is it delicious? you decide!

anything with b x light x l (beyondlawlight) or any ship involving that trio.

any character’s journey through realizing that they are aromantic. ideally with a proper coming out scene.

a yagami sibling-centric fic taking inspiration from “we all need a hero” from the musical.

light and near making cookies together to surprise L, who sneaks in and tastes the cookie dough when they aren’t looking and critiques it. i actually had a dream about this once.

a beyond-centric fic that explores his thoughts during another note

izaori

LightMello as Pokemon trainers! Doesn't have to include Pokemon but if so I think Mismagius and Infernape would be cool

Naomi being badass like on her motorcycle or on the job. Action-y. The movie motorcycle slide thing would be super cool.

Holiday Ryuky :D like Ryuk in a Christmas hat or with Valentines gifts or easter bunny ears. Or saint pattys day stuff. Literally any holiday and Ryuk is celebrating it. Feel free to choose your favorite holiday!

Misa planning a big Valentines day surprise for Light. Maybe getting special chocolate, or a cute outfit, getting movie tickets. Light's reaction to it (maybe positive if it makes him look good, negative if it just interferes with his plans).

Mello after the mafia explosion and before we see him again. What happened? How did he survive? Who helped him? Maybe when he contacts Matt/Wammy's House for help.

Young L investigating the 'mysteries' of Wammy's House. For example, a 'kitchen ghost' that's actually just a squeaky cabinet that keeps opening. Or why the sharpies in a classroom keep going missing. These child mysteries must be solved!

birdlizard

matt living his best life

rem listening to misa talk about light

beyond birthday with dramatic/fun lighting

matt and mello roommate drama

L tries to do chores

rem gets herself some standards

thisworldisrotten

light playing a string instrument (violin, viola,cello, double bass, harp) in a fancy suit

light and b killing l together (bonus if it's bloody)

light and mikami being evil and ruling the world together

a third party (matsuda, soichiro, mello, oc, etc) witnessing L and Light's interactions and having no idea what they're talking about because it's like they're sharing the same brain

L wins au- L regrets executing Light

Light feeling lonely and superior to everyone else during his childhood and through the years

#death note #prompt list #naomi and halle's ambitious anniversary

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babylotuseater · 11 hours

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all my friends online would notice me in public now but they would not recognize me. i apologize for harassing the asexual lesbian who used to draw fanart of my vampire characters having babies with inaccurate skin tones. i asked can the child be darker please. i would like their child to be darker because i wanted the daugher of my gay sons to look like the dad who was in jail. yes, they were vampires. and in love. and asexuals made fanart of them. but they said the color was exactly in the middle between the hexa codes whatever they call it in america. the color was exactly in the middle so the child was biracially accurate. i love being here in america where i was born to be online. i kissed a lesbian when i was drunk and i asked them if they would like sex, and try being naked with me, and other autistic valentines cards. we had known each other for years. it was the first time we met, in my tent, while i was living in the mountains. i was learning how to enjoy being a whore in a gay boy and we had kissed earlier. i just remembered we were kissing in the backseat with this couple. and that couple i later dated. they broke up with me because i slept with this trans guy they also dated. now that couple is dating the trans guy again. this is why we have to make white men uncomfortable. all of the people i just mentioned are white, or do not talk about white passing as much as i do, so i am glad that i was in jail and not the mountains because i would rather hear schizophrenic men screaming than white trans boys cheating on each other and assaulting their transfem partner. the lesbian got nervous when i wasnt asexual and said no. yeah we're back to the story in the tent. i rolled over so we could go to bed. i think i got up to smoke cigarette later. i might have come off as angry because of my eyebrows and anorexia but i did not kiss the lesbian after they said no. i apologize for being hospitalized from alcohol. i miss my asexual lesbian who used to draw my vampires. but since i transitioned, i cant be asexual anymore. or a Lesbian. or have websites. since i transitioned, i cannot kiss lesbians, or men, or woman identified men, or men identified women, or nonbinary baristas on grindr, or bi girls who love starbucks, or bi men who want titties. i can only fuck Heterosexual men, and Transgender men of faith. of course, i only call myself autistic to fuck lesbians. obviously, im only a lesbian because im autistic. truthfully, im asexual because im ashamed to be a lesbian. all my friends online transitioned without me. only my boss genders me correctly when i make women uncomfortable for wearing women's clothes in the women's bathroom. we were both drunk so i am responsible for every nightmare the asexual lesbian has about mountains. we were both drunk so you could say i did everything you wished i did to you. but i did not get drunk back then until i blackedout because i was anorexic. I am Cleansed and Grounded. I am Sacred and Divine. thankfully i was anorexic so i didnt blackout back then so i would remember if the asexual lesbian and i did more than make each other nervous. i know in my body that i only let cis penis give me nightmares. when a Woman is drunk, whether or not she has a penis, we talk about vampires until she gets home safe. the first person to out me as a lesbian was my mom to my grandmother and i think i learned this the year i started Hormone Replacement Therapy. my father did not like the macklemore songabout thrift store gays or something and he especially did not like the lady gaga drag queens because a man in a dress does not deserve to be a man in a coffin. a man in a dress is fed to the wolves. please feed me to the wolves in yellowstone. do not delete my websites because i have to warn autistic lesbians about alcoholism, i have to let everyone know that i transitioned because i hate asexuals, i have to vote for the website where wolves can be autistic lesbians, i have to let lesbians vote me off the website for being asexual, i have to get diagnosed with autism before i can transition

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mdzs-owns-my-ass-i-guess · 3 years

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So I've just seen this fanart and it broke my heart for many reasons so here is me attempting to write something based on it

At first, the pain had been sharp, searing, biting into his skin like metal fangs of an unknown, cruel beast. Then, it settled into a deep throbbing, rhythmic, a wretched second heartbeat fading in and out at random intervals. The exhaustion, the emotions and the ache, Lan Wangji didn't know where it all ended and he began, his entire being an open wound bleeding red, regrets and tears.

He laid in bed on his stomach, bandages freshly changed onto the marred skin of his back, eyes fluttering closed in an attempt to block out... something. The world, the moonlight, the ache of his tired eyes - he couldn't fall asleep, no, but the least he could do was try to soothe his burning eyelids.

And as he sat, aching, waiting - waiting? What for? - with his eyes shut, the softest touch landed on his wounded back like a feather fallen from a majestic bird. The skin was sensitive and it prickled at the sensation, but it didn't hurt - Lan Wangji's eyes opened lazily, curious and confused about who might have come to visit him at such an hour, in such a state.

With blurred vision and a pounding headache he had just become aware of, he struggled to focus his eyes, meeting a blur of black robes and the inky silkness of a long hair that he would recognize anywhere.

"Wei Ying...?"

Every nerve ending in his body fired up, pain cutting through his body, a sword through helpless flesh, as Lan Wangji struggled to sit, a sense of urgency breaking his body in cold sweat and tremors.

"Wei Ying..!"

But the figure didn't turn around, and Lan Wangji couldn't ignore the pain in his body anymore, unable to make another move except for a weak reach of his hand towards the man who he had been unable to save. He was so close, always, and yet -

Yet just as Lan Wangji thought he could finally reach him, touch him, tell him, call out his name desperately hoping he would turn around so Lan Wangji would at least see him again, at least gaze into his eyes ... the figure started fading into the same nothingness he seemed to have come from, and no matter how much Lan Wangji pushed himself to catch up, he couldn't.

Because the sun traitorously slid up from underneath hills and mountains, lighting up the emptiness of the room, stinging Lan Wangji's eyes like a thousand needles.

The news was broken to him soon after - the Yiling Laozu had passed that very night.

And Lan Wangji didn't know what hurt more - the knowledge that the man he had started to love was gone, or the fact that, be it a dream or a hallucination, that very man had come to see him.

When he could finally move, when the pain became dull enough, he sat at his guqin and plucked the strings, the notes of Inquiry filling up the room.

But just like that night, no matter how much Lan Wangji called out, Wei Ying wouldn't answer.

#mdzs #mo dao zu shi #wangxian #its a special kind of pain when people who have died visit their loved ones in a spirit form before their passing #its painful and bittersweet #writing attempts

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I it’s me again I love your stuff. A idea I had inspired a fanart Shane reacting to F!farmer telling him she’s pregnant

( I’m just curious where that would go )

(Hi I promise this is much happier than what the description sounds like!! I think considering Shane’s mental health history life changing news like this isn’t something he’d brush past with no second thought, having a kid is kinda scary to everyone! Promise it’s mostly fluff but wanted to tag anything that could be triggering for others xoxo)

Title: A Father!

Rating: T (mostly for language, but Shane's earlier heart events are mentioned briefly)

Summary: The Farmer shares some exciting news with Shane! He's immediately over the moon, but quickly becomes overwhelmed.

CW: Mentions of pregnancy, Shane's early heart-events, a panic attack(?)

Characters: Shane, F!Farmer, Marnie, Evelyn, Pierre (pretty much all are mentioned)

Words: 3816

Shane took off his boots before entering the cabin, grimacing as he bent to do so. Marnie had needed help repairing some things at the ranch today, and he had spent most of it in a crouch. His thighs were punishing him for it now, sore with every step. Maybe he’d take a bath tonight, let his muscles soak in the warm water and try to relax a bit. Maybe his wife would take one with him.

He waddled into the house, his legs tight and called out. “I’m home! You in?”

The Farmer was often out late, working in the fields or with the animals, or sometimes off mining or fishing at the lake by Robin’s. It had been lonely at first, an empty house was something he’d never experienced, but he had found ways to preoccupy himself. After a month, he and his then girlfriend had a chat, the Farmer promising to be home by 7 every night, or calling and letting him know if something had unexpectedly come up otherwise holding her late.

“In the kitchen!” Shane smiled, making his way toward the room. It was barely 5, a sign for a good night. The sound of music grew louder and the smell of bacon wafted toward him. In the kitchen, he found his wife flipping pancakes but minding another pan on the back burner. She turned when she heard him get closer, waving her spatula before focusing back on the food. Shane walked behind her and wrapped his arms around her, kissed her cheek and rested his head on her shoulder.

“I thought it was my night to cook?” The pair switched who cooked every night, and Shane was certain it was his night. Or had he missed yesterday?

“Hello to you too.” The Farmer twisted her head around the best she could and puckered her lips, which Shane quickly kissed. “It was, but I just wanted to cook tonight. Go sit! I just finished up.” Shane squeezed his wife once more, but made his way over to the table. He groaned as he lowered himself into the chair.

The Farmer tilted her head as she carried a stack of pancakes for the table, watching as Shane rubbed his legs.

“Long day?” Shane nodded.

“Marnie called this morning and said that some pipes in the barn needed repairing, but neglected to mention that it was literally almost every single pipe in the barns, all the ones that carry water to the dispensers.” The Farmer set down the plate of bacon on the table, then slid into Shane’s lap, her arms around his neck.

“Oh, that’s rough.” Shane nodded, tilting his head forward into hers.

“They’re all so low to the ground, I essentially was in a squat all day. My thighs are killing me.” The Farmer nodded, her head moving his. She kissed his temple and stood up.

“I think I have some of that muscle cream lotion stuff that helps with the soreness. I’ll find it after dinner.” She made her way to her own chair, sitting down. “Not all bad though, squats are pretty good for the booty.” She smiled as she picked up a piece of bacon and winked.

“Thanks, I’ll keep that in mind.” Shane shook his head, but smiled as he used his fork to slide a pancake onto his own plate. Yoba, was he hungry. “How was your day?”

The Farmer bit her lip, smiling. “Oh, you know. Same old.” Shane looked up, cautiously eyeing his wife. She was biting her lip, trying to hide an obvious smile and kept looking up at Shane as she made her plate. Shane squinted.

“I feel like you really want me to ask what else happened.” His wife nodded, slightly shimmying in her chair.

“I heard some real good gossip.” Shane couldn’t help but laugh after she said it. His wife looked so pleased with herself, like she could barely handle keeping her excitement inside. She grinned incredibly wide, biting her tongue. Shane picked up a piece of bacon and took a bite.

“Oh, what is it?” He raised his eyebrows a few times, making his wife laugh. After she had calmed herself for a second, she leaned forward, as if the knowledge itself were moving her.

“Someone we know is pregnant.” Shane dropped his fork and coughed. Now that was some good gossip. In a town as small as Pelican Town, secrets among residents were incredibly hard to keep, and something as big as that would have spread easily within a day to the entire population. How had he not heard yet?

“Who?” The Farmer leaned back in her chair, biting her thumbnail.

“Guess.” Shane ran his teeth over his tongue as he mentally went through each of the town’s residents.

“Jodie and Kent? I feel like they could have another, the gap would be the same from Sam to Vincent to this one.” The Farmer watched Shane, her face giving away nothing. Finally, she shook her head, the same shit-eating grin on her face. Shane thought hard.

“It can’t be Demetrius and Robin, he practically yelled from the mountain top when he had his vasectomy. I don’t think Pierre and Caroline even like each other anymore…” He watched his wife’s face.

“Keep guessing.” Shane threw his hands up, but continued to smile.

“You’re gonna make me keep guessing?”

“Come on! You’re getting closer.” Shane sighed.

“Let's see… Maru and Penny are together, so I don’t think they could… Sam is, and no offence to the guy, but the biggest virgin I’ve ever met…Harvey… no.” He looked down at the table, scratching his chin. “Sebastian and Abby could be… Alex and Haley, but I’m not sure if they’re broken up right now.”

He looked up toward his wife, but her face gave away no hints. “I mean, Elliot sleeps with practically every tourist, so statistically speaking…” Shane shook his head, his eyes wide, and his wife snorted. “I don’t know? Emily isn’t with anyone, Leah isn’t, but I might not know.”

Eyes wide, he looked back up at his wife. “It couldn’t physically… Marnie couldn’t…” The Farmer’s face finally broke, a similar look of horror on her own face.

“Oh Yoba no, don’t even—” She made a face, shaking her head. “She’s too old, and not to be mean but I think if your aunt was having a baby with Mayor Lewis?” She shook her head again, faster. “You’d find me in here retching.”

Shane leaned back in his chair and dragged his hand over the bottom half of his face, thinking. The devilish smile slowly creeped it’s way back onto his wife’s face as she watched him. Finally, he sighed.

“Who is it?” The Farmer suddenly stood up and ran to one of the cabinets, pulling out a sandwich bag. She sat back in her seat, and slid the bag across the table to Shane. He picked up the bag and realized there were three white, long sticks in the bag, each one with two pink lines on one end. He dropped the bag.

“Oh, gross, where were these?” He looked up at his wife, expecting the same grin, but was confused to see that it had fallen, a look almost like annoyance on her face.

“Good god, Shane, did you— do you think I’m going around picking up random pregnancy tests?” He paused, his mouth dropping.

The realization hit him like a ton of bricks. She didn’t find them, she took them. That’s why he hadn’t heard the gossip already, she was the only one that knew.

He jumped to his feet, forgetting the soreness in his legs. His hands covered his mouth, open in shock as he looked at his wife. She nodded at him, the smile returned to her face, hints of tears glistening in her eyes. He turned from the pregnancy tests on the table, pointing at them, to covering his mouth again and looking back at his wife.

She continued to nod, crying definitively now but still smiling. The pair had been married for almost two years, and while they hadn’t made a point of deciding to actively try for a baby, they certainly had been playing it fast and loose. Four months into the marriage they decided that what would happen would happen and stopped using any birth control, the Farmer throwing out any pills she had left. Lately, the couple had stopped even pretending they worried about the possibility of getting pregnant, and Shane had felt that a ‘we should start actively trying’ conversation was weeks away, rather than months or years.

Finally, Shane spoke. “Are… you’re…” The Farmer nodded, sniffling and smiling.

“Yeah, yeah!” Her voice was breathy, joyfully crying through the words.” Shane covered his mouth again and felt his own tears beginning to pop up in the corner of his eyes.

“I— I need you to say it.” The Farmer laughed.

“I’m pregnant.” Shane ran at his wife, scooping her up in his arms, pressing his lips firmly onto hers. She laughed as she kissed him back, her arms wrapped tightly around them as they stood in the kitchen, her tears against his face, or maybe they were his own?

They stood, holding each other, smiling and laughing and kissing, until Shane quite literally swept his wife off her feet, fireman carrying her into the bedroom while she laughed in his arms. He set her down on the bed and wrapped his arms around her, practically attaching himself to her as he kissed her face as she pretended to struggle beneath him, giggling the whole time.

He laid on his stomach next to her, his face turned towards her on the pillow. She watched him back, still laying flat on the bed.

“You’re pregnant.” The Farmer smiled and nodded.

“I’m pregnant.” Shane smiled, scanning his wife’s face.

“We’re having a baby.” She scooched her face closer, kissing the tip of his nose.

“We’re having a baby.” The two gazed at each other, minds racing with nothing and everything at once. Shane lifted himself up and moved closer to his wife, his face only inches away from hers, sliding one arm under her head and placing the other hand on her stomach. Shane bit his lip.

“When do we want to tell my family?” The Farmer sighed and looked up toward the ceiling.

“I don’t know. I want to tell them, but so much can happen in the first few months…” She trailed off, running her tongue over her top teeth. “Maybe in a month or two? Once the pregnancy is past that first little hurdle.” Shane kissed her cheek.

“I get it. Marnie tells Lewis, Lewis tells everyone.” He sighed now. “I mean, you’re only 30, I don’t think you’re high risk or anything.” His wife shook her head and smiled at him.

“No, it’ll be perfect.” She slid a hand over the one he had on top of her stomach. “I know it. Just in the small chance, I don’t want everyone knowing.” She looked back toward the ceiling. “Also, I don’t want all the attention right away. It’s such a small, small town. Something like this will rock the pelican town people to their cores.” She laughed, Shane joining in beside her. “But I promise, when we do tell people, Marnie will be the first to know.” Shane nodded.

“We’ll let her tell everyone else. Makes it easy.” The Farmer snorted.

“Yeah.” She drew circles on his hand with her thumb. “I mean, I guess we have to tell Harvey, for obvious reasons, but I don’t think he can legally tell others.” Shane laughed again, and pulled his hand out from under his wife’s, moving it up from her stomach to her chin. He pulled her face toward his, kissing her softly.

“We’re having a baby,” he whispered, his nose touching hers. The Farmer smiled, and kissed him again.

“We’re having a baby.”

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Shane couldn’t sleep, far too excited by the day’s news. No matter how long he kept his eyes closed, or tried to count deep breaths, Shane was restless. His wife had fallen asleep over an hour ago and was curled into a little ball by his side, her head on top of one of his arms.

They were having a baby. Yes, it had been something he and his wife had talked about for a while, one day wanting children, but now it was actually happening. He turned his head to look at the Farmer, drooling on his arm, and smiled. They weren’t kids anymore, Shane well into his thirties, and his wife just into them, but it still felt so strange and new and exciting for them to be parents now.

Shane bolted upright, his stomach immediately twisting. The Farmer groaned on the bed next to him, violently awoken by the sudden removal of his arm. She rubbed her eyes with one hand and propped herself up, squinting in the dark.

“Did I sleep through the alarm again?” She yawned. Shane hopped out of the bed, bee-lining to the bathroom. “Babe, what’s wrong?”

“I’m gonna be sick.” Shane slammed the door behind him, ignoring his wife’s further questions. He barely had made it to the toilet when he felt it deep within him, the nausea making its way out into the bowl. He didn’t hear his wife come into the room, only felt her hand on his back as he continued to retch. Finally, he laid his head against the bowl, breathing heavily.

“Shane?” He could hear his wife behind him start to speak but pause, unsure of what to say or ask, her mouth just kind of opening and shutting. She laid her head against his back and sighed. “Do you want some water?”

“I’m going to be a dad.” The Farmer chuckled behind him.

“Yeah. I think we covered that a bit earlier.” She lifted her head and resumed rubbing his back. “I’m excited too.” Shane sighed.

“I’m gonna fuck this kid up.” His voice cracked, and he watched as a tear fell from his face. The Farmer paused.

“What?” Shane pulled his arms up onto the bowl, wrapping them around his head.

“I’m a massive fuck-up, and I’m going to fuck up this baby too.” His shoulders shook, an attempt to hold back his tears. “I could barely take care of myself, how am I—” Shane’s voice broke. The Farmer let out a tense breath behind him, and began to rub his back again.

“Shane, no! Don’t say that.” He lifted his head up, and turned to look at his wife.

“I am. I mean, I was worthless. All I did was drink, I hated myself, and for fucks sake, I tried—” Shane paused as he noticed his wife’s lower lip start to tremble and sighed. “I could barely hold myself together until you got here, what, five years ago?” He bit his lip, the tears coming out faster now. “I’m doing good now, but what happens if it all falls apart again?” His voice cracked again, and Shane didn’t bother to hold back a sob.

The Farmer tried her best to pull Shane into her, them both sitting on the floor, but Shane just sat there numb. He wanted to have this life with his wife, a family together, but how could he be a dad? Why did she even want him?

“Shane, please.” He looked over to the Farmer, who was crying, her arms around him. He’d made her cry, husband of the year material! “I think you’re just… you did this when the dog died, too. It’s a lot of information coming in at once, big information. But it’s okay!” Her hands slid down his shoulder, taking his hands in her own. “We’re doing this together.”

Shane let out an indignant snort. “I can’t even handle the announcement, what happens when the baby comes?” His head was spinning. She deserved better. He loved her.

“Shane! You’re okay, it’s okay. We’re in it together, we have each other.” She squeezed his hands, scooting closer to him. “You’re going to be great, okay? You’re not a fuck-up. We all have rough patches, you just didn’t have the support system you needed. Please.” She kissed his temple, but Shane stared straight ahead, toward the wall. He wished he could shrink into a tiny ball.

“I can’t… I can’t mess this up too.” The Farmer pulled his head down to her shoulder, her hands carefully working their way through his hair.

“You’re not going to mess this up, babe. I think you’re just panicking.” She held him close, continuing to quietly stroke his head. “I’m nervous too, but I know I have you.” He loved her, but when she shifted away beneath him, the panic filled his chest again. “I’m going to go grab your anxiety meds. I don’t think you took them at dinner, they might help.” She fully slid out away from him, Shane’s heart beginning to race. The Farmer stood up and stretched out her back. “Now that I think of it, I don’t think either of us even ate.”

Shane felt sick to his stomach, and barely made his way back to the toilet bowl before throwing up again. The Farmer crouched next to him, her hand on his back. Shane could practically feel the concerned look burning into the back of his head.

“Even if I don’t mess up, I’m just passing a damn cocktail of mental illness along.” He sat back on the floor, and used his hand to try and rub away the tears that wouldn’t stop coming. The Farmer above him sighed and sat back down, and wrapped an arm back around his shoulder.

“Babe, don’t—” Shane choked and leaned forward, wrapping his arms over his head.

“It doesn’t even stand a chance, I’ve just fucked it up from the beginning!” He could feel himself hyperventilating, what did his therapist tell him to do? “It’s gonna hate me, I’ve already ruined everything—”

“Shane!” The Farmer’s face in front of his snapped him out of the almost trance he was in, the distraction what his body needed to get in at least one deep breath. She had tears on her cheeks, but her voice gave away no sadness. “Stop it! Calm down!”

Shane leaned forward into her, practically up on his knees now to wrap his arms around her, holding her tight as he cried. She rocked her body, quietly shooshing as she held him, pressing kisses into the top of his head as she did.

“You’re not going to fuck this up,” she said after Shane’s breathing became more regular. “I mean, we’re going to make mistakes. Both of us! A lot. But we’re going to be new parents, it happens.” He nodded, squeezing his eyes tight. “You’re not going to spiral— I mean, now, yes— but it’s not going to get bad like it was ever again, okay? You have me, your therapist, Marnie, we’re all here for you.”

“I love you.” His words were muffled, his face still pressed into her chest. He felt a rumble, a small chuckle above him.

“I love you too. Also, you’re not the only one afraid of passing on bad shit. I mean, my mom is medicated for depression, and I have ADHD.” Shane raised his head, his face even with hers.

“Yeah, I guess.” The Farmer smiled, and reached on her hands up to cup Shane’s face, wiping away a tear with her thumb.

“Yeah, dummy.” Shane smiled and kissed his wife, before pulling back and biting his lip.

“I’m— I’m so excited, I really am.” His eyes met hers briefly, before he looked away again. “I want this with you, truly, I—” The Farmer leaned forward and kissed her husband again.

“I know, Shane. I get it.” They held each other on the floor, their foreheads pressed together. Shane tried to calm himself, breathing in time with his wife. “We’re in it together, alright? We’ve got it.” Shane nodded.

“I know, I’m sorry.” The Farmer smiled.

“It’s okay, it’s gonna be a big change.” She chuckled to herself. “We’ve got nine months, I’m sure this won’t be the last freak out. That either of us have.” The Farmer stood up, and offered a hand to Shane, smiling. “Good luck to you when I have to start buying maternity clothes.” Shane grinned and took her hand.

“What? You’re cooking up a baby in there, you’re gonna grow.” He kissed his wife on the cheek and wrapped his arm around her.

“Oh, I know that now,” the Farmer said, leading the two of them back into their bedroom. “But I’m sure hormone-y me will have to reckon with that later.”

Shane snorted as the Farmer sat down on the bed, and pulled Shane down into her. He kissed her forehead and climbed over, pulling the covers up on his side of the bed. She snuggled back into him, her head resting on his shoulder, but Shane could feel her squirming.

“You feeling better?” Her voice was quiet. Shane nodded, and wrapped his arm around her head.

“Yeah.”

“Good.” Her arm snaked its way over his chest, reaching up to hold the side of his head. “You’re gonna be great.”

Shane smiled, and moved his head to kiss the palm against his cheek. “You too.”

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It took Marnie two weeks to figure it out. Something about the way the Farmer was moving, she had told Shane, was different, and trapped him in her kitchen until he confessed. Marnie was over the moon, and promised not to tell anyone, but Shane ran home and told the Farmer straight away. His wife had bit her lip but shook her head, smiling. “If anyone was going to piece it together, it’d be her.”

In Marnie’s defense, it was almost a week before Evelyn congratulated the pair at the general store. Shane watched as Pierre blushed and ducked behind a shelf, but the Farmer thanked her and moved past, reaching for a bag of flour on the top shelf.

“You know, that was a pretty good run, all things considered.” Shane nodded, agreeing with his wife.

“I mean, that has to be a record! What, five? Six days?” The Farmer laughed, and hoisted the last grocery bag up into the truck. She caught Shane’s gaze, and tilted her head.

“What?” Shane realized he had been staring at her, a dopey look on his face. He smiled, face turning pink.

“Oh, nothing!” He hopped up into the truck, his wife following suit beside him. He looked at her again. “I’m gonna be a dad.” She smiled now, rolling her eyes.

“You’re gonna be a dad!” Shane laughed, and started the truck. The two chatted excitedly the whole way back, discussing the future addition to both their home and family.

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Word Count: 2611

There was a time when the world of the supernatural was one of peace and harmony.

Magia, the realm of magic and the supernatural being, was one filled with mysteries and beauty.

Plants would dance to the rhythm made by the woodland creatures. Fairies and elves would sing songs in praise of the wondrous views and people who nurtured the lands and made it the beauty it was today.

Mermaids and the life under the wide oceans and seas shared the riches of the water with those on land to make both worlds something to gaze upon.

Yet, it all changed when humans found something within them.

Greed and Pride - the recipe to the fall of Magia.

Now, the land of the supernatural isn’t like the ones stated in fairy tales and stories by the Grimm Brothers of Hans Christen Andersen.

It is one where sins are not shunned but encouraged.

Kings and queens interfere with the peace once built by the people to become one of villainy and devilish intentions - pillaging and conquering lands to become stronger and “better”.

The ones labelled “magical” or “not human” were either killed or hidden far away, never to be seen once again.

You were born into this - this world filled with anguish and pain.

You were born to be on the top of the food chain - to rule a twisted and dark country: Thelphs.

“Y/N, don’t writhe in pain. You are next-in-line for the throne - a simple wound like this should not make you fall.”

“Y/N, a leader never hides away from death - they face it and make it their weapon.”

“Hold your sword higher! You need the correct angle to slice through someone cleanly!”

“Do not taint the name of Thelphs, young one - death is not the thing you should be worried of but me.”

“If you don’t win, you are no longer my kin.”

Your father’s words rang in your head as you reached the land of Aldis - the land that never fell to the wants of humanity and shunned it.

Aldis protected the supernatural world. They were the ones who held onto the desire to make Magia what it was many, many years ago.

It was known for the beauty it held - the flowers were said to sing songs every day and every night and the mountains shook the ground once a month to say thank you to their valiant effort in protecting what the world of Magia should be.

And yet here you are; leading a line of men wielding swords and cannons aplenty to kill the very thing the world should be.

“Onward,” you shouted as you and your man marched down the stone roads of Aldis, “Fight, my people - fight for Thelphs, fight for your King!”

You pulled the sword sheathed in your belt and pointed towards the land before you. Soon, an uproar formed from the men behind you as you all marched towards the lines of houses.

You begged your humanity to hide as you wielded the weapon in your hand and slashed through hundreds of innocent people.

You begged your ears to close just for a few hours so that the screams of children could not enter as you pillaged their homes, reaping all their goods.

You felt the ground shake below you, trying its best to stop you from killing any more living things, yet you couldn’t.

A haze formed in front of your eyes, hiding all of your caring sides. You could only feel bloodlust - the need to slaughter and to feel the blood of others on you.

It was no use. Your feet, despite being on a moving floor, were still holding on to the ground, The grip you hand on your sword didn’t loosen and tightened.

If you were meant to be a machine designed to kill, you needed to carry out your job properly to ensure you aren’t thrown away.

The fairies soon came to attack you and your men, but you couldn’t kill it.

It was the first time you saw one that had magical abilities. The beauty it held entranced you.

Their wings were translucent. The light that hit it would change colour thanks to the dust that left its wings, forming somewhat of a halo around them. Their hair reached the very bottom of their legs. It swished back and forth as they flew towards you.

A pang was felt in your heart when you remembered your father’s words.

He said the fairies were ones who never cared about humans and instead mooch humans to live.

They were pests that needed to be killed, according to him.

But they are fighting alongside humans right now to protect their homes.

It was clear your father’s words were far from the truth, yet you needed to follow his wants, his needs.

You begged your limbs to move on their own so that you didn’t feel the piles of flesh go through your blade.

But you couldn’t.

You had to stay conscious through all the pain and misery you were giving to those who didn’t even deserve it.

The mixture of both human and fairy blood soaked your inner shirt, forever staining it.

The once grey tiles that covered the floor of Aldis now are forever painted red, and it was thanks to your orders.

You walked through the mountains of bodies, the blood streaming from them staining your shoes.

This was your fault.

This was all your fault.

You looked up to the sky, praying for the rain to fall and wash away your sins, but you could only see the clear, blue sky staring back at you. The clouds moved slowly through the pale blue background midst hiding the Sun’s blinding light away from you.

Semi, your commander soon stood beside you.

“My liege-”

“I killed them - I killed angel-like fairies. I killed humans, I made the ground shake - literally - and I killed the first-ever fairy I have seen. How did my father do this and still walk around Thelphs with no regrets?”

“Y/N...” Semi said, trying to console you.

But you could only laugh.

This.

This is what it means to be human- to kill those who don’t deserve to be killed.

“I can’t handle this anymore, Semi. I want to end this - all of this - so badly, yet I can’t even fight my own father.”

You turned your face to look at your childhood friend.

He too felt the same way you did - his eyes said everything.

Behind the coffee-coloured eyes hid guilt, sorrow and pain.

His face filled with the dust and smoke from the bombs that your men slung to this land. Yet, some streaks were starting from his eyes to the ends of his chin that were clean. Blood dripped from the top of his forehead down to his lips, leaving half of his face coloured in crimson.

Your thoughts rang clearly after looking at the man before you.

It was no longer about wanting to end it, you had to.

You placed your hand on his shoulder, “I will end this, Semi - this unneeded suffering and killings - I’ll end it all.”

He gave a teary smile to you. “Please, Y/N. I don’t think I can do this until I die.”

You pulled a handkerchief you kept in your pocket and proceeded to wipe the blood off his face.

“I can’t, too. This guilt,” you shook slightly, tears threatening to fall, “This guilt is too much to bear.”

He raised his hand and wiped off the tears.

“My liege, you need to be strong. We’re going to face the people we’ve committed countless sins against. Impersonate the devil - be the evil person you aren’t to protect the name of Thelphs.”

He took the blood-soaked handkerchief from your hand and threw it to the floor, “After all, what but devils would do what we did?”

Your heart broke at the words muttered by the man before you.

He was the furthest thing from a devil.

He was the man who comforted you when you were crying.

He was the man who took your pain and gave you nothing but light and joy.

Yet he stood in front of you - covered in blood both his and others with a strong resolve.

You stared at him, anger flaring in your orbs.

“You are the furthest thing from a devil, Semi Eita. But, we are controlled by one. Innocent ones like you should have never fallen into his tricks.”

He was taken aback by what you said. Tears soon fell from his eyes, sobs that he hid from you all these years came flowing like an endless howl.

He placed his head against the corner of your neck. Your shirt slowly began taking in his tears as they trickled down your neck.

You wrapped your arms around his figure. It was your time to comfort him.

Once he stopped crying, he wiped his tears and gripped your shoulders. “We need to go to the riverbank now.”

You nodded and let Semi lead you to the body of water.

You saw how the people tried to protect themselves from your men. They formed a circle with the younger ones in the middle. The ones on the circumference of the circle gripped on their small blades as they threatened your armoured soldiers.

They cared for each other.

The strong wanted to protect the weak; they were willing to sacrifice their lives so that the legacy of Aldis lived on through the young.

“Bring out the carriages,” you told your men. They immediately nodded and proceeded to follow the orders issued.

You turned to the people you’ve captured. A smile managed to reach your lips as they looked at your figure with fear.

“I do not wish any harm on you. We’re just going to make all of you line up and bring you to Thelphs - that is it,” you finished.

Most of them nodded in fear, yet there was one who refused to listen.

His hands had burned aplenty, instantly telling you that he was an ironsmith. He wasn’t rich - the clothes he wore were tattered, many of the holes were formed through his hours in iron crafting, presumably. Yet, you didn’t doubt his skill in fighting. The way he held the sword spoke more than words. The way his fingers comfortably wrapped around the leather handle made you feel some sort of pride within.

He was a person of valour and determination.

In almost seconds, he lunged in your direction.

You didn’t want to take out your sword. It felt like the man needed to hurt you in some way to make himself feel relaxed.

You gripped on the handle of your sword but didn’t have the heart to pull it out of your sheath.

You closed your eyes, waiting for the small tip of the blade to pierce through your skin. You wanted to feel your skin tear from the man’s undying resolve.

But it never came.

Instead, you heard the clashing of metal against metal.

Semi had rushed to protect you using his shield.

He stared at you, anger visible in his eyes.

“You made me a promise, Y/N. Don’t you dare take the easy way out.”

You could only smile and nod at the ash grey-haired male in front of you.

You teared your gaze from Semi to the man before you.

The disappointment and vengeance in him began to grow. The flame he once held within grew into a blazing fire.

“Why? Why attack us?” he began.

“We did nothing to you. We protected ourselves and helped others who needed us. We never bothered Thelphs - not even once, so why?”

You couldn’t reply - your morals would’ve gotten the best of you.

“Chain them all to each other - take all their weapons or anything sharp. We’re going back to Thelphs as winners, we don’t need the scars to prove it.”

You heard the roars of the men who stood before you. In their eyes, they believed all they’ve done is for the betterment of the world you all lived in.

But you knew what hid behind the tapestry that was woven by your father - destruction.

You bit your lip, not wanting to ruin the cheerful moment your men were having - all you could do was stare at Semi and let your eyes speak of all the pain you were feeling.

From afar, you heard a howl that woke up your numb senses.

Werewolves.

Joy graced the victims of your purge.

Their saviours came, ready to vanquish you and your men.

“They said the future leader of Thelphs was one ruthless and evil miscreant, yet they seem awfully sad for someone who led their troops to glory,” a werewolf said as he emerged from the bush beside you, “They do have a heart, after all.”

You stopped the minute you saw the male that now stood before you.

His red hair framed his sharp-jawed face. His obsidian eyes stared you down, a passion forming within the two of you. His olive skin gleamed under the soft light of the Sun. As he moved, you saw the scars painted on his skin - slashes made by swords and vicious beasts shifted in variations of his peach skin.

The ends of his lips raised as his eyes raised up and down, taking you in slowly.

“Mine.”

He rushed to you, his hand finding its place around your throat. He gripped softly, but strong enough to keep your soldiers on alert.

“Stand back!” you said, urging them to move back.

“Oh? - So my mate actually does care for me, don’t they?” He said, his mouth reaching the base of your neck, “How sweet of you, my love.”

Mate?

“State your business here, werewolf.”

“Well, in the beginning, it was to help the people you’ve captured,” his hand travelled to your waist, pulling you in, “But I think my prey has changed.”

You tried to pry yourself off of him, but you knew, deep inside, you wanted to pull him closer. You wanted to throw the troubles you had, all the roles you were born to play, to cast away the men who viciously fought under your order - all of that, just for a male you have just gazed upon.

The pull, the connection - it was instant. It was present, unrivalled.

Its wants and needs rang so clearly in your head.

But you had a promise to Semi - to the country you loved.

“Let go of me, wolf.”

“You don’t mean that love,” he said as he placed his head in the crook of your neck, “You want me just as much as I want you.”

He placed his hand on your cheek and you instinctively melted into the soft touch of his.

“Look at that,” he whispered, “You have already felt it, too - you know you can’t look back.”

“I can’t just give it up,” you tear.

“Then change it. I’ll stand behind you - change your homeland to what it was; a beacon of hope and freedom,” he smiled as your eyes softened, “This connection has to be proof that you were meant to be the change Thelphs needs, Y/N.”

You stare at his black eyes - more specifically the brown flecks that danced within them. They sang of nothing but determination and want - he wanted you, but he knew you had a want to change your homeland. He knew it all - just by a few minutes of just glancing at you.

He kissed your cheek, warmth spreading by that small action.

Your thoughts ran clear, the blinds holding back your judgement drawn.

“No.”

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T’s offline withdrawal diary. Somewhere in the Spanish Mountains. All timestamps in local time.

August 5th, 23:45

T makes post about the Tumblr log off, logs off and hides the Tumblr app in a folder so she doesn’t accidentally open it before its time.

August 6th 06:35

T pours a cup of coffee and goes to see her dash as she usually does. OMG, the Tumblr app is gone! Where is it? T pats her past self in the back for being so smart about hiding the app.

T logs into twitter instead but since her main twitter is all RL and news and nothing about fandom, breakfast tastes different.

August 6th 10:12

Arghhh, this coffee break without Steve and Bucky, how am i going to make it?

August 6th 12:22

Slow work day, T is writing fanfic in her head. It looks pretty, lets open google docs for a while…. The whole draft vanishes upon seeing the blank page.

August 6th 13:20

AO3, my savior! Two new chapters of “you’re not my homeland anymore”. Thank you so much @between-a-ship-and-a-hard-place for giving me Steve/Bucky pain to look forward to.

August 6th 13:53

T is in the middle of having her heart broken to pieces by fic while she keeps an eye on work, when she opens the iPad to a Tumblr notification, noooo, my queue sent one post. ARGH I'M THE WORST. T logs in with eyes closed to delete the post. She is sorry to whoever reblogged it. She will post it again.

August 6th 14:45

Jesus, that chapter broke my heart, let's pause before the new chapter and reread “From Brooklyn, with love” by @musette22 and “Love you like RLB”. I miss Tumblr. Damn it, how could I miss that gif and fanart and fanfic void so much. Is everybody ok? Am I the only one with withdrawal symptoms? I miss all the lovely people.

August 6th 15:00

Yay! Weekend!!!!! I’m going to…. Check on my reading list. Or maybe write a little and THEN read.

Nah, let's do research for this fic that I am never going to finish… OH NO, THAT WAS A TUMBLR LINK AND I OPENED. Is this allowed? Am I a bad supporter? *T closes link*

August 6th 16:00

Another chapter, another heartbreak ( I’m looking at you again @between-a-ship-and-a-hard-place ), but it feels so good. More comfort fanfic for me to deal (“Starbucks is canon” by 74days)

August 6th 16:45

T Is still drowned in fic.

August 6th 17:00

Withdrawal is REAL. T takes car, takes some family members and goes around to explore some half abandoned villages around. No reception at all for a few hours.

August 6th 20:45

Back to civilization. Itchy about this corner of the internet. Tv not working. Not internet for streaming. Wants to login sooooo bad.

T tries to write, draw, photoshop. Nope.

August 6th 21:15

T’s brain cannot deal with withdrawal anymore, or new fanfic. I miss you all. T goes back to comfort fics. “Lips that touch liquor” by @marvelousescapism and “I [heart] you” by writeonclara.

August 6th 22:00

T is actually sleepy. Totally decides to embrace it and sleep the withdrawal off.

August 7th 05:20

Too much sleep. Is it time to wake up and go to tumblr? Nop.

August 7th 6:10

HELLO WORLD, ARE WE ALL OK? 💛💛💛💛💛💛

#personal #tumblrlogoff2021 #a post for future me #fanfiction forever #i’ve been swimming in fanfic during the whole logoff #i love you fanfiction writers

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lovewillthaw-j · 4 years

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Saving Elsa

An alternate in-movie fic (my first!). Set in between Anna climbing out of the cave, and waking the Giants.

Inspired by Mego’s fanart, which also inspired my edit:

TW: depression, grief, drowning, hypothermia

Anna blinked in the sunlight. The beauty of the dawn in the Enchanted forest could not fill the enormous emptiness within her. She felt utterly lost without Elsa and Olaf. She knew she had to destroy the dam, but that would flood Arendelle and hurt her people. And besides, she had no idea how to destroy such a massive structure of stone without Elsa’s help.

Elsa. It hurt to think about Elsa, but as she stood there, uncertain about the next step, gradually, thoughts of finding Elsa’s body began to fill her mind till it overpowered every other thought. Even if she didn’t know where Elsa had gone, she was going to try. Anna knew she could not survive the torture of another funeral with no body to bury. She knew she had chased Elsa all the way to the North Mountain 3 years ago, and she sure as hell wasn’t going to give up without trying.

Retrace my steps, she thought. She lifted her head and looked around and was gradually aware of the sound of water flowing in the river. The river! I can follow it back to the path. She followed the sound of the water and gradually made her way to the river bank. The Giants were still asleep and she was careful not to wake them. Trudging along the bank, beyond ear shot of the Giants, she slowly made her way through the forest, stumbling a few times whenever she got distracted by thoughts of Elsa. Finally, she came to the spot where the boat had left Elsa's icy path. She recognised the branch that Olaf’s little hand had grabbed onto previously and felt a sting of pain. Reaching her hand into her satchel, she felt Olaf’s wooden arms and coal buttons. Tears streamed down her face, but she steeled herself and said to herself, I must keep going. For Elsa.

A twinkle of ice crystals caught her eye. Elsa’s icy path had melted but there was still some lingering frost. She felt the ground with her hands and confirmed that it was cold and wet. I’m definitely on the right path, she thought.

Onward she trudged, on the path that she had so recently been on. She was hungry and tired and her legs and lungs were crying for a rest but she didn’t feel them calling out to her and pressed on. Finally she came to the stone at the last spot that she had been with Elsa, near their parents’ ship. Hot tears came to her eyes as she was reminded of Elsa's last hug and the last image of her parents before they died.

The sounds of waves crashing on the shore became apparent and she was re-energised as she remembered that Elsa had mentioned that the Dark Sea was too dangerous, just before their final parting. Had Elsa tried to cross the Dark Sea?

She ran to the beach and faced the waves of the Dark Sea. Suddenly, she noticed Elsa’s boots and outer cloak neatly lying on a rock. She wept over Elsa’s cloak, caressing it with her hands and burying her nose in it, smelling Elsa’s scent. Time stood still as she clawed and groped at the cloak, the closest she had been to Elsa since the horrible separation a day ago.

And then she saw them. Through her tears, she realised that there were footprints in the black sand, leading straight into the water. Elsa’s bare footprints. From the distance between the footprints, she surmised that Elsa had been running. She had run straight into the water. And now she was dead. Her body, lost at sea. Just like Agnarr’s and Iduna’s. A mindless fury took over her and she stood and ran to the water’s edge, screaming at the waves.

Dark Sea!!! You have taken the lives of my parents and now, my sister!! What more can you take away from me!! I have no one to bury!! I have nothing left to live for!! Why don’t you finish me off too!!

So saying, she plunged into the water and swam as far as she could, fighting the cold and brutal waves. She felt her consciousness slipping away from her and in a haze, thought she heard a horse neighing. A horse? I must be hallucinating, she thought. Suddenly, the sea spat her back out onto the shore. Relentless, Anna tried to run into the sea again, but within a few minutes, found herself back on the shore. What was going on?

Night had fallen and Anna was shivering. She was soaked to the skin and very, very cold. She had lost her cloak when she went down that waterfall. Momentarily giving up on trying to drown herself, Anna crawled back to the rock with Elsa’s cloak and boots, shaking violently. She pulled Elsa’s cloak over her and felt a moment of irritation when she realised it was so thin that it afforded no warmth at all. Thanks a lot sis, only you could wear a peekaboo cloak and not feel cold. Her muscles were cramping from the violent spasms and Anna felt that she would not survive much longer. Her eyelids closed and out of the corner of her eye she thought she saw Elsa’s boot moving by itself.

Darkness. And then, warmth. And a crackling fire.

Hours had passed and she woke up to find herself lying by a roaring fire and a little creature was resting on her bosom. A warm, wriggly...Salamander?! It was Bruni!!

Bruni!! You’re here? You made a fire to keep me warm? Anna noticed she was completely dry and felt much better. She was so relieved to have a companion, even if she wasn’t sure if he fully understood her. She held him in her hands and continued to speak to him.

Thank you so much Bruni. How did you know I was here? Bruni jumped out of her hands and ran to Elsa’s boot and crawled inside, then poked his head out, licking his eyeball and staring at her as if to say, I’ve been hiding in this boot waiting for Elsa to return!! Anna laughed as she realised that Elsa might have stepped on Bruni if she had put on her boots while he was in it! Laughing felt good. She felt like she hadn’t laughed in years.

Now what? What could she do to find Elsa? Say Bruni, do you know what happened to Elsa? Bruni looked at her quizzically, not seeming to understand. Sigh, you don’t speak, do you, thought Anna. She stood up and walked to the water’s edge. Why did the water spit me out, she thought to herself. She stooped and dipped her hands into the water. At this, suddenly Bruni hissed and sparks flew out of his body. He ran towards her and chased her back from the water’s edge, little tongues of flame emanating from his body. What’s wrong Bruni? What did I do? Suddenly, the flames erupted from Bruni, but instead of causing a fire, the fire took the shape of a horse.

A horse, Bruni? I don’t understand? What are you trying to...

A sudden ROAR of water from the ocean rang out and a mighty water horse emerged from the ocean and stepped on to the beach. The horse looked condescendingly at Bruni and took a menancing step forward. Bruni extinguished his flame and ran away, but he couldn’t resist turning his head back and sticking his tongue out at the horse.

Slowly Anna realised that this must be the water spirit! She had only encountered Gale, Bruni and the Earth Giants. Air, Fire, Earth and Water. This explained the neighing sounds she heard when the water spit her out!

She curtsied formally to the magnificent horse and said, I’m princess... err... Queen Anna I suppose, of Arendelle. You must be the water spirit. I’m so sorry for shouting at you just now, I'm just trying to find my sister, Elsa. Thanks for saving my life just now. The Nokk bowed to Anna and she strode forward and stroked the Nokk’s neck.

Suddenly, the Nokk bent lower and indicated that Anna was supposed to mount it. Surprised, Anna mounted the horse, not knowing anything better to do. Wait a moment, she said, as the Nokk stood up. Can Bruni come along? I’m still cold. Neighing a snort of irritation, the horse nodded its head. Gleefully, Bruni ran and jumped into Anna’s hands and ran up to her shoulder where he perched himself. Anna felt grateful for Bruni’s presence, both for the warmth and the comfort of a familiar face.

With a whoosh! the Nokk broke into a gallop across the Dark Sea, taking Anna’s breath away as she flew over the black waters. Where is the Nokk taking me? she wondered to herself. Did Elsa come by this way too? Bruni happily stuck his tongue out and enjoyed the sea breeze. In the distance, Ahtohallan emerged, it’s frozen river glowing brightly against the dark stone. Anna gasped at the magnificent sight of the magical river. As the Nokk passed between the reflective pillars of ice that marked out the path to Ahtohallan, she stared at her reflection and her wonder increased. A powerful force seemed to be situated within Ahtohallan and she felt it drawing her in.

The Nokk slowed to a trot and gracefully stopped at Ahtohallan’s beach. Dismounting, Anna thanked the horse and it splashed back into the sea, disappearing in an instant. Now what? Anna asked Bruni. In response, Bruni jumped off Anna’s shoulder and ran to the open doorway of Ahtohallan, which Anna hadn’t noticed. Okay, keep going forward. Anna strode towards the doorway and gasped as she saw the four pillars with the spirits’ crystal logos carved into them. Bruni ran up the pillar with the Fire emblem on it, smiling proudly at her as the pillar momentarily lit up with an pink glow. Okay, well done to you, said Anna. But you’d better come with me cos it’s really cold here, okay Bruni? I’m not Elsa. Bruni obligingly ran back to Anna and climbed onto her shoulder once more as Anna walked through the doorway of Ahtohallan.

On and on Anna walked within Ahtohallan, it’s magic getting stronger and stronger as she went deeper within. She wasn’t sure what all this had to do with Elsa, but she knew from Mother’s lullaby that in Ahtohallan, all is found, all the answers, and she was going to go as far in as she could and ask Ahtohallan where Elsa was. She came to a slippery tunnel and gingerly made her way across. However, to her consternation, the tunnel ended in a sudden steep drop into a huge cavern. She could see the tunnel’s continuation on the other side, but there was no way across. (Unknown to her, Elsa had recently come this way and had made her way across pillars of ice, however, these had all flurried away when Elsa froze to death)

Bruni, what do we do now? asked Anna, hearing her voice echo in the cavern. I can’t get across this huge gap and I can’t see anyway to climb down there. Bruni cocked his head at her but didn’t seem to know how to help her. Nevertheless, Anna was bolder now after having met 2 spirits. Plus, she knew that Gale had had a special connection with her mother and Elsa had tamed Gale. She called out, confidently, her voice ringing in the cavern: Gale! GALE! Please. It’s Anna. Remember me? Please, I need your help. I know you are able to carry me to the other side.

With a flurry of tiny ice particles, Gale appeared and swirled around Anna, playing with her hair and tickling her sides. Her satchel momentarily flapped open in the breeze and the ice particles flurried inside, wandered over Olaf’s remains, and sailed out again. I know, I miss him too, Gale. Thank you for coming, now can you carry me -

With a gust of wind, in mid-sentence, Anna suddenly found herself floating in the air. Bruni was thoroughly enjoying himself as Gale transported them both over. Whoa! That was sudden, Gale. But thank you very much. Anna continued her trek into Ahtohallan, coming upon the great hall where Elsa had recently re-arranged the giant pillars of ice. The architecture of this place was breathtakingly beautiful. She passed through another doorway and came to an enormous cave where, unbeknownst to her, Elsa had recently seen Iduna and created the snowy images of memories, all of which had since flurried away. There was another dark doorway framed in snow leading out of the cave, which Anna walked into. This led to a downward sloping path, and terminated again in a steep cliff with a sharp drop. Anna strained her eyes to look at the ground below.

Suddenly, Anna spotted a tiny figure that looked like Elsa. An anguished cry escaped her lips. Elsa was far away, at the bottom of the cliff and she was not moving. In fact, she looked completely different and...white. White as ice. No no no no... This isn't happening...say its not true...

Gale, please hurry!! No sooner had the words left her mouth, Anna felt Gale carrying her down the cliff gently. It was very cold here, even Bruni’s warmth seemed insufficient to battle the biting cold. The descent felt like an eternity to Anna, and she knew Elsa had gone too deep, against Mother’s warning.

ELSAAAAA!!!!!!!

cried Anna, running towards the cold, still statue of ice. She repeatedly called and called her sister's name as she hugged her cold body desperately, willing her to come back to life. Anna held Elsa's face in her hands, sobbing uncontrollably. She kissed Elsa’s frozen lips but nothing happened. Please. PLEASE. Ahtohallan, spirits, anybody. Undo this, this spell, whatever magic is going on here. Her voice sounded thin and empty in the bitter cold air.

Bruni! Can you warm her up? Please? Bruni gave her a sad look. She had never seen Bruni in grief before. Anna placed Bruni on Elsa's body, but Bruni did not even attempt to make any heat. Thoroughly exhausted and defeated, Anna clung onto Elsa and cried anew, tears flowing freely. This is the end, thought Anna. I can't bring Elsa's body back to Arendelle. She's become one with the ice of Ahtohallan. Oh how cruel can this be. I've come all the way here with the help of 3 spirits, which is pretty incredible, but in the end I'm sadder than ever before. I'm really ready to succumb now.

Her tears flowed down her cheek and dropped onto Elsa's cold, hard face. Suddenly, the tears glowed with light and were absorbed into Elsa’s face. The light from her tears travelled within Elsa’s frozen body and went towards Elsa’s heart. Then, a glow glimmered through Elsa's body and travelled up her left arm, which was frozen and stretched up to the heavens. It was only then that Anna realised how different Elsa looked, without her braid and in a totally new dress emblazoned with the spirit symbols. Had Elsa met the fifth spirit? Was Elsa THE fifth spirit?

A beam of light and snow came out of Elsa's icy hand, though it was feeble and much less powerful than what Anna was accustomed to. Elsa remained frozen stiff but the snow gradually collected and formed into...an image of her parents. The glow in Elsa's body then faded but Anna hardly noticed as the snowy images of her parents came alive and started speaking.

Iduna: Darling, I've been thinking. It might be time to tell Anna about Elsa. I can't bear keeping her shut out anymore. She's maturing now. She can be responsible.

Agnarr: It's not Anna I'm worried about. What if we let them get close again and the feelings are too much for Elsa? Joy brings out her powers as strongly as fear.

Iduna: But if anyone can find a way to help her, it's Anna.

Agnarr: You may be right about that. There's not much that girl can't do.

Iduna: Her love could hold up the world.

Agnarr: Lucky for the world. Okay. We'll tell her when we return.

The images of her parents stopped moving. Anna wept again, happy tears this time. This was truly a magical place of memories. She embraced the icy images of her father and mother with deep hugs, and felt their love pour into her anew, even though it had been six years since she'd last seen them set sail. Thank you. Thank you so much for that. Her mother's words rang in her memory.

If anyone can find a way to help her, it's Anna.

Anna held Elsa by her waist, wondering what she could do. Her tears had somehow developed some power of their own when they touched Elsa, she realised. Could she do it again? On a hunch, she got down and placed one hand on the icy floor and kept her other hand on Elsa’s body, and she spoke out loud: Elsa, I love you. Ahtohallan, spirits, this is my beloved sister and I would do anything to bring her back. Please, show me something I can do.

Magically, the ground under Anna's hand glowed and ice crystals started to rise from the ground and coalesce into images! Anna gazed in amazement as a small-sized version of the dam appeared in front of her. But there was more. She could make out 3 blocky figures moving slowly towards the dam, in the distance. Suddenly, she realised she was looking at three Earth Giants and just then, they started throwing rocks at the miniature dam. As she followed the trajectory of the flying rocks, she saw a tiny version of herself running on top of the dam, dodging the rocks as they crashed into the dam, destroying it. Then the image faded away and morphed into a small version of Elsa, in her current frozen state, but coming back to life. The images then froze.

Anna sat down heavily, trying to process what she had just witnessed, here in Ahtohallan, the place of memories. She figured that she must be seeing "memories" from the future - visions. That didn’t sound too far-fetched, considering that Elsa had seen a memory from 35 years in the past. Momentarily, Anna wondered if she had gained powers herself and she absentmindedly tried to lift her hand and conjure up snow. Nothing happened.

I don’t want ice or any form of powers, anyhow. I’m happy to be me and I just want you back, Elsa. She knew her request had been answered. She now knew how to save Elsa and how to destroy the dam. Now all that was left was to get it done.

Thank you, she breathed. Thank you Ahtohallan.

Elsa, I'm going to save you.

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How this continues: with Gale and Nokk's help, Anna leaves Ahtohallan and re-crosses the Dark Sea, reaching the Earth giants. The story then continues as it did in the movie (Wake up!!!!!). With some important adjustments 1) Anna is not as sad when talking to Kristoff 2) When Elsa gallops toward Anna on Nokk, Anna is not sad, but surprised because she thought she would have to go back to Ahtohallan to get her. 3) When Elsa says “You saved me”, Anna replies “Yeah, I know!!!!” to which Elsa is shocked and then, Anna shares that she too has been to Ahtohallan.

For those who aren’t aware, the scene of Iduna and Agnarr is directly lifted from the Deleted Scene, A Place Of Our Own. I just wanted to include it...

Headcanons applied in this fic - 1) 5th spirit’s powers are to extract memories from water; 2) Anna, as the other half of the bridge, can also communicate with the spirits and they help her get to Ahtohallan as she has no powers; 3) Anna becomes the 5th spirit for a short while - there was some transference when her tears fell onto Elsa; 4) Iduna is a memory, not a ghost; 5) Ahtohallan (Sentient) shows memories of the parents to the girls to comfort them and strengthen their resolve; 6) I was inspired by Rapunzel’s tears falling onto and reviving Eugene; 7) This fic features Brunanna heavily =) ; 8) I like the idea that Bruni and Nokk are “rivals” (water vs fire) and Bruni is cheeky towards Nokk.

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modernmarcy · 4 years

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[UPDATED: Complete Guide] Are you interested in watching Adventure Time, but intimidated by the thought of watching 283 episodes? Have you watched the series before, but want to watch again without any filler episodes (unless it’s Bubbline, of course?) This is for you!

After seeing several requests, I have compiled the complete list of all the Adventure Time episodes that contain major plot, important backstory, major characterization, and/or Bubbline moments. I have also included optional episodes that I think will increase your understanding/enjoyment of the show (I put the reason next to it; if it says something about being an arc, backstory, characterization, etc., be warned that not watching may make the major plot points of the show a bit more confusing for you).

I condensed the show down to 153 of the 10-minute episodes (91 episodes if you don’t watch any of the optional episodes). Optional episodes are in italics. Episodes with Bubbline moments, characterization of Marcy/Princess Bubblegum (PB), or major backstory/plot related to Marcy/PB are in bold. Anything with a an asterisk (*) can be watched at any time (order doesn’t matter, though you may still want to watch it in the same season).

I hope this helps someone out since I spent hours putting it together! Without further ado…

Season 1

1 x 2 “Trouble in Lumpy Space” | Introduces LSP

1 x 3 “Prisoners of Love” | Introduces the Ice King

1 x 5 “The Enchiridion”

1 x 9 “My Two Favorite People” | Introduces Jake & Lady Rainacorn (LR) arc

1 x 10 “Memories of Boom Boom Mountain”

1 x 12 “Evicted”

1 x 15 “What is Life?” | Introduces NEPTR + Ice King characterization

1 x 16 “Ocean of Fear” | Finn characterization

1 x 17 “When Wedding Bells Thaw” | Ice King characterization

1 x 20 “Freak City” | Introduces Magic Man

1 x 22 “Henchman”

1 x 24 “What Have You Done?” | Ice King characterization (*)

1 x 25 “His Hero”

Season 2

2 x 1 “It Came from the Nightosphere”

2 x 2 “The Eyes” | Ice King characterization

2 x 3 “Loyalty to the King” | Ice King characterization

2 x 6 “Slow Love” | Just a funny/cute episode (*)

2 x 7 “Power Animal” | Establishes more of Adventure Time universe

2 x 10 “To Cut a Woman’s Hair”

2 x 11 “Chamber of Frozen Blades” | Ice King characterization (*)

2 x 12 “Her Parents” | Jake and Lady Rainacorn (LR) arc

2 x 15 “The Real You”

2 x 17 “Death in Bloom” | Establishes more of the AT universe

2 x 18 “Susan Strong” | Introduces Susan Strong arc

2 x 20 “Go with Me” | Subtle Bubbline

2 x 24 “Mortal Folly”

2 x 25 “Mortal Recoil”

2 x 26 “Heat Signature”

Season 3

3 x 3 “Memory of a Memory”

3 x 5 “Too Young”

3 x 6 “The Monster” | LSP characterization/general cuteness (*)

3 x 7 “Still” | Ice King characterization

3 x 9 “Fiona and Cake” | Gender bending episode (*)

3 x 10 “What was Missing”

3 x 14 “Beautopia” | Susan Strong arc continues

3 x 17 “Thank You” | Not vital to plot, but adorable (*)

3 x 18 “Apple Thief” | Not vital to plot, but a favorite (*)

3 x 19 “Holly Jolly Secrets Pt. 1”

3 X 20 “Holly Jolly Secrets Pt. 2″

3 x 21 “Marceline’s Closet”

3 x 25 “Dad’s Dungeon” | Finn and Jake background

3 x 26 “Incendium” | Flame Princess Arc

Season 4

4 x 1 “Hot to the Touch” | Flame Princess arc

4 x 2 “Five Short Graybles” | Established more of AT universe (*)

4 x 5 “Return to the Nightsophere”

4 x 6 “Daddy’s Little Monster”

4 x 8 “Hug Wolf” | Generally cute (*)

4 x 9 “Princess Monster Wife” | Ice King characterization + great episode

4 x 10 Goliad

4 x 11 “Beyond this Earthly Realm” | Ice King characterization

4 x 13 “Princess Cookie” | Generally cute

4 x 15 “Sons of Mars” | Established more of AT universe

4 x 16 “Burning Low” | Flame princess arc + PB characterization

4 x 18 “King Worm” | Serious foreshadowing

4 x 19 “Lady and Peebles”

4 x 20 “You Made Me”

4 x 22 “Ignition Point” | Flame Princess Arc

4 x 24 “Reign of Gunters”

4 x 24 “I Remember You"

4 x 26 “The Lich”

Season 5

5 x 1 “Finn the Human”

5 x 2 “Jake the Dog”

5 x 6 “Jake the Dad” | Jake/LR arc

5 x 5 “All the Little People” | Cool and very slight Bubbline cameo

5 x 9 “All Your Fault”

5 x 11 “Bad Little Boy” | Gender bending + Marcy/Ice King development

5 x 12 “Vault of Bones” | Flame Princess arc

5 x 14 “Simon and Marcy”

5 x 16 “Puhoy” | Flame Princess arc

5 x 17 “BMO Lost” | SO ADORABLE. If you don’t watch you’re missing out (*)

5 x 18 “Princess Potluck” | Ice King characterization (*)

5 x 20 “Shh!” | Established more AT universe and is cute/neat (*)

5 x 21 “The Suitor”

5 x 22 “The Party’s Over, Isla de Senorita” | Ice King character development

5 x 23 “One Last Job” | Jake character development

5 x 26 “Wizards Only, Fools”

5 x 28 “Be More” | BMO backstory (*)

5 x 29 “Sky Witch”

5 x 30 “Frost and Fire” | Flame Princess arc

5 x 31 “Too Old”

5 x 32 “Earth and Water”

5 x 33 “Time Sandwich”

5 x 34 “The Vault"

5 x 38 “Red Starved”

5 x 40 “Play Date” | Finn character development

5 x 41 “The Pit” | Finn character development

5 x 45 “Blade of Grass”

5 x 46 “Rattleballs” | Finn character development

5 x 47 “The Red Throne” | Flame Princess arc

5 x 48 “Betty”

5 x 50 “Lemonhope Pt. 1″

5 x 51 “Lemonhope Pt. 2″

5 x 52 “Billy’s Bucket List”

Season 6

6 x 1 “Wake Up”

6 x 2 “Escape from the Citadel”

6 x 4 “The Tower” | Finn character development

6 x 6 “Breezy”

6 x 9 “The Prince Who Wanted Everything | Gender bending (*)

6 x 10 “Something Big”

6 x 12 “Ocarina” | Jake character development

6 x 14 “Princess Day”

6 x 16 “Joshua and Margaret Investigate”

6 x 19 “Is That You?” | Flame Princess arc

6 x 22 “The Cooler” | Flame Princess arc

6 x 23 “The Pajama War”

6 x 24 “Evergreen”

6 x 25 “Astral Plane” | Martin arc

6 x 26 “Gold Stars” | Lich arc

6 x 27 “The Visitor” | Martin arc

6 x 28 “The Mountain” | Flame Princess arc + Lemongrab characterization

6 x 29 “Dark Purple” | Susan Strong arc

6 x 32 “Friends Forever” | Ice King characterization

6 x 35 “Graybles 1000+” | Foreshadowing

6 x 38 “You Forgot Your Floaties”

6 x 39 “Be Sweet” | Lich arc + LSP character development

6 x 40 “Orgalorg”

6 x 42 “Hot Diggity Doom”

6 x 43 “The Comet”

Season 7

7 x 1 “Bonnie & Neddy”

7 x 2 “Varmits”

7 x 4 “Mama Said” | Finn/Jake character development

7 x 5 “Football” | Adorable BMO (*)

7 x 6 “Marceline the Vampire Queen”

7 x 7 “Everything Stays”

7 x 8 “Vamps About”

7 x 9 “The Empress Eyes”

7 x 10 “May I Come In?”

7 x 11 “Take Her Back”

7 x 12 “Checkmate”

7 x 13 “The Dark Cloud”

7 x 14 “The More You Moe, The Moe You Know (Part I)” | BMO arc

7 x 15 “The More you Moe, The Moe You Know (Part II)” | BMO arc

7 x 18 “President Porpoise is Missing!” | Adorable + Marcy cameo

7 x 21 “King’s Ransom”

7 x 25 “Flute Spell” | Introduces Huntress Wizard

7 x 26 “The Thin Yellow Line”

7 x 27 “Broke His Crown”

7 x 28 “Don’t Look”

7 x 29 “Beyond the Grotto” | Established more AT universe/cool (*)

7 x 30 “Lady Rainacorn of the Crystal Dimension” | LR backstory (*)

7 x 31 “I am a Sword”

7 x 32 “Bun Bun” | Finn + Flame Princess arc and characterization

7 x 33 “Normal Man”

7 x 34 “Elemental”

7 x 35 “Five Short Tables” | Gender bending (*)

7 x 36 “The Music Hole”

7 x 38 “Preboot”

7 x 39 “Reboot”

Season 8

8 x 1 “Two Swords”

8 x 2 “Do No Harm”

8 x 3 “Wheels” | Jake characterization/background (*)

8 x 4 “High Strangeness”

8 x 6 “Jelly Beans Have Powers”

8 x 7 “The Invitation”

8 x 8 “Whipple the Happy Dragon”

8 x 9 “Mysterious Island”

8 x 10 “Imaginary Resources”

8 x 11 “Hide and Seek”

8 x 12 “Min and Marty”

8 x 13 “Helpers”

8 x 14 “The Light Cloud”

Season 9

9 x 02 “Skyhooks”

9 x 03 “Bespoken For”

9 x 04 “Winter Light”

9 x 05 “Cloudy”

9 x 06 “Slime Central”

9 x 07 “Happy Warrior”

9 x 08 “Hero Heart”

9 x 09 “Skyhooks II”

9 x 10 “Abstract”

9 x 11 “Ketchup”

9 x 12 “Fiona and Cake and Fiona” | Gender bending (*)

9 x 13 “Whispers”

9 x 14 “Three Buckets”

Season 10

10 x 01 “The Wild Hunt”

10 x 02 “Always BMO Closing” | Cute BMO episode that is sort of important to this season’s plot but you will still understand what’s going on without it

10 x 03��“Son of Rap Bear” | Flame Princess arc fulfilled; fun episode

10 x 04 “Bonnibel Bubblegum”

10 x 05 “Seventeen”

10 x 07 “Marcy and Hunson”

10 x 08 “The First Investigation”

10 x 09 “Blenanas” | Finn characterization; brief appearance of PB

10 x 10 “Jake the Starchild”

10 x 11 “Temple of Mars”

10 x 12 “Gumbaldia”

10 x 13 “Come Along with Me”

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vigilentballofpassion · 4 years

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Hi! I saw that you do headcanons, and you did both Ban and Hendrickson as fathers! Do you think you might be able to do one like that for uhhhh Gowther? If not no worries! Have an amazing day!!!

Hey! I'm sorry this took so long! Thank for for requesting Gowther as part of as a parent series! (If I can even call it a series XD)

Personally I really ship Gowther with Slader. But I was it to make it generalized so it can be with anyone.

*I'm not sure whether or not Gowther can have biological children. But, with the amount of magic in the world and great power of adoption. I dont think that matters!

*I think if he has a little girl. I think his lover would want to give her the middle name Nadja after his first love. Gowther might not understand the sentiment but he would appreciate it none the less. Like with the charm King made him.

*Same thing with a boy. Perhaps middle name could be Escanor after his treasured comrade.

*Maybe he would name would Gowther jr. But after Daddy Gowther, not himself.

*Everynight he would read his kids a bed time story. This would continue until his children move out of the house of they let it.

*He would also give them a Shoulder Boot. I'm just kidding. Please watch the Seven Deadly Schmucks parody in YouTube if you haven't.

*Storytime with Gowther is the best! He does all the voices! He'd sometimes change his appearance and act out all the scenes!

*I think theater is something that he would eventually get into. As a result his children might as well.

*Since Gowther doesnt need food. I'm not sure how much of a cook he is. But, I'm sure he cant be worse than Meliodas so... I guess his kids are safe in that department.

*Gender specific clothes are not a thing with this man. His sons and daughters will probally get dressed up in make up, bows and dresses. And suits, armour, suspenders. The like.

*His kids will be very well read. I'm sure hed introduce them to all kinds of literature. But with a preference for fantasy. (Does fantasy even exist in this world? Would it just be fiction?)

*If he marries I can see him wearing both a wedding dress and a suit. I could not make up my mind which one.

*if his child marries. He will have the best mother of the bride dress, that will leave anyone jealous.

*I think if he ever gets concept of sentimanity he will have so many scrap books of his family and friends. If he doesnt he will appreciate it if his partner or friends do it for him.

*Will probally read every parenting book he can find.

*Given how upset he was at losing Daddy Gowther... Also losing Naja. (He may have a few abandonment issues) I think Gowther will be hesitent to leave his children for long periods of time.

*This may be annoying to his kids when their younger. But I think they'll appreciate it when their older. Always being able to rely on quality time with their dad.

*Gowther will be the best at tea parties. Going way out with dressing up.

*I can't see him having a lot of kids. Maybe just 1 or 2.

*He would be so factual when "giving the talk". This could either be more embarrassing for his children or a relief for them.

*I dont think ever actually learned how to "read the room" so he might accidentally embarrass his kids and partner from time to time without meaning too.

*Because of that, he might be really nonchalant about asking them personal questions that they may not want to discuss.

*Since he really started valuing his friends and teammates. I think Gowther would like it if his kids, grew up being friends with the others kids.

*I think Bartra, given Gowther's previous relationship with his sister would accept any children of Gowther's as more grandchildren and attempt to spoil them.

*Gowther would be very fair when deciding if his kids can have a pet or not. And would mainly base his decision on how responsible they and how likely they are to take care of it.

*When it comes to birthdays and things I think he would aim for more sensible things for gifts for his lover and kids. Like clothes, shoes, armour, equipment for any jobs or hobbies.

*sometime He may have to talked out of it. Because it could be considered offense. Off the top of my head. Maybe like giving his spouse a new broom for their anniversary because the old one broke

*Once in a while he'll surprise them with something truly sentimental. Like stitching old baby clothes into a quilt or something.

*Oh and books would be a common gift from him and a good one to give him.

*I think of he marries someone with a short lifespan or adopts kids with short lifespans. (I.E. Humans) it would cause him.a great deal of distress given how quickly they age and die.

*Although since he's a doll... it may not matter how long their lifespan is because he will still out last them.

*May actually seek something from.Merlin to allow him to age with his family.

*Given that he has friends from all races. Several of whom are in interspecies relationships. And presumably his partner isnt a doll he himself would be in one. So I don't think he would rarely care who his children decided to pursue romantically. All that would really matter if they treat them well.

*Growing up with a sin as your parent would probally be some serious street cred. Especially for them dad could beat your dad argument.

*People will probally assume the child of great knights, like that of the legendary order of the Seven Deadly Sins will be knights themselves.

*Gowther wouldnt push them to be a knight if they didn't want to.

*Sometimes he will be too blunt. Like if their outfit is ugly. He may come out and say it. He's not trying to be mean. Probally didnt consider it before saying it.

*Since he's a doll. I don't know if he actually needs to sleep or not. So Getting up with a baby would be no problem for him

*Wouldn't be phased by changing diapers. Would do it without ever being asked.

*if his kids are being bullied. I think he'd take care of it himself.

*Might try to entertain his children's friends by taking of his own head and scaring the crap out of them accidentally

*I think he would be great if his kids ever need help with homework.

*Since Daddy/Demon Gowther was Merlin's teacher/Mentor. I think it would be really cute and full circle if Merlin was at least one of Gowther's children's mentors.

*Diane will probally teach his children how to dance

*King will give him so many parenting tips assuming King becomes a dad first.

*Both King and Diane are really proud of the progress Gowther as made.

*Gowther's family will be invited to visit the Fairy King's forest any time.

*Meliodas will offer to arrange to have baby shower or any invents in Boar's Hat Tavern (If Gowther's partner wanted something nicer. I think Elizabeth would offer up the Castle)

*Elizabeth would probally offer to babysit so that Gowther and his partner could go out on dates.

*Ban would probally slap Gowther hard enough on the back to make him jerk and almost drop his glasses. Once Ban learned Gowther was going to be a dad.

*Ban would probally gift him very fine alchohal that Gowther would probally give to his partner.

*King and Elaine would probally work together and make the kids the cutest clothes ever.

*I can see Gowther taking his family to vacations where he went with the sins. Like to the beach or the mountain.

*Gowther will over all be a pretty good partner and parent to have. A few bumps in the road here and there. But, over all pretty great.

As always. Feel free to add on to these.

Also if you want to use these if a fanfiction or fanart go ahead. Credit would be nice. But it's not needed.

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