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azsazz · 9 months

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Dead by Dawn (Part 13)

Azriel x Cassian x Reader

Summary: Zombie!AU: It’s been a while since the end of the world.

Warnings: Blood, gore, injury, graphic depictions of violence, poly!relationship, slow burn, undead, death, mentions of cannibalism, SMUTTT

Word Count: 4,702

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) (Part 7) (Part 8) (Part 9) (Part 10) (Part 11) (Part 12)

Notes: Sorry for the long wait but the time has finally cum

Also, this one is pretty gory, major tw for deceased children (they're not zombies tho)

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Day 194 Part 2

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“We are,” he answers, thumb stroking a soothing pattern across the exposed skin of your waist, calming you as if you might bolt away from them. “But that doesn’t mean there isn’t room for one more.”

“One more,” you echo, eyes bouncing from Cassian’s to Azriel’s, behind you. The shadow pressing you further into Cassian’s chest is as serious as you’ve ever seen him, nodding firmly. They want this. You want this. “Are you sure?”

“Yes,” Azriel murmurs, meeting the lust filled gaze of his partner. Cassian’s deep hazel eyes are glued to your face though, primal and wanting painted clear as day. It makes Azriel's cock twitch in his pants.

Cassian continues, stroking a calloused thumb gently across your cheek. “We want you,” and there’s nothing but trust and truth sparkling within that look. You swallow roughly at the sight, at the low words that are nearly a growl of how much he wants you. “Do you want us?”

“Gods, yes,” you sigh, picturing what it will be like to have both of them in the same moment. Two men, complete opposites in personality, but have somehow found companionship in each other, in you. You’ve dreamt about the both of them together and the things they’ve done, but this time, the fleeting flash includes you too.

But there’s a part of you that’s still nervous. You crane your neck as best you can to meet Azriel’s blazing eyes, pupils dilated and fingers tightening on your hips as you give your attention to him. Only days ago he hated you, would take any opportunity to snap at you, but now…now he’s looking down at you like you’re the cure for this zombie-infested world.

You’re looking for the confirmation that he wants this but it’s clearly written on his face, gold eyes glimmering, fingers stroking your sides in encouragement. If that wasn’t enough of an answer, the corner of his mouth curling upwards into a grin surely does the trick, your heartbeat fumbling at the sight of something you hardly often see.

Your body reacts to him as he leans down. You fist his freshly cut locks as he abandons holding your waist to cradle your neck instead, guiding you to meet his lips halfway. Azriel’s fingers press lightly into your neck as he sweeps his tongue into your mouth with a groan, tasting you once more.

Cassian’s hands roam freely, one finding your own and he twines your fingers together and lets you hold him like a vice while Azriel lays claim to your mouth. He watches the both of you intensely, cock achingly hard in his pants as he does so. The sight of Azriel finally taking what he wants from you, demanding and in charge always arouses him, especially as he sees the pink of his tongue as it dips into your mouth.

His other hand slides beneath your shirt to palm at your breasts. You moan in response, bowing your back for him as those calloused fingers smooth across your pebbled nipples. It’s the perfect angle of your body to writhe back against the hot cock at your backside. Your underwear is already soaked with your arousal and your jeans are feeling much too constricting right now.

Cassian can’t decide where he wants to taste you first. He wants to run his tongue across your peaked nipples, suck on the soft flesh of them and leave a red mark of his own, but the exposed skin of your throat around Azriel’s fingers is too inviting not to pass up. He leans down to kiss at your neck and you gasp into Azriel’s mouth but he soothes his tongue over yours and you fall back into the kiss easily, enjoying the feeling of Cassian’s teeth grazing softly as both men press you closer between them.

The three of you take up the entire doorway of the small bathroom but none of you care. Until Cassian hits his elbow on the doorframe as he hastily pulls his shirt over his head to let your wandering hands roam the planes of his chest.

“Fucking shit,” he curses, clutching his elbow with a pout. He frowns and you can’t help but laugh, finally pulling away from Azriel and looking up at him through dazed eyes. You’d heard the sound of his bone hitting the wood and winced, accidentally biting down on Azriel’s lip in the process. Indeed, you spot his tongue swiping out to lap up a bead of blood from where you’d punctured his lip. Shooting him an apologetic look, Azriel only shrugs in response, grinning down at you.

“Hello, that hurt,” Cassian exclaims, drawing you away from your heated stare with Azriel. You blush, turning away but shift your hips back against his, as much as a silent apology and a ‘we’ll finish this soon’ motion you’re willing to give.

The soft thrust he answers with has heat coiling low in your gut.

“I’m sorry,” you apologize, and are surprised by how gravelly your voice is with lust. Cassian’s eyes flash, the pout flattening as you give him your attention. “Want me to kiss it better?”

He smirks, baring his canines, bumped elbow forgotten. He ducks his head, so close to you that his long lashes and lips brush against yours.

“I know exactly what you can kiss,” Cassian says and doesn’t wait for an answer as he sweeps you into a kiss.

He doesn’t stop there, hauling you into his arms without detaching your lips makes you swoon, hands finding his hair and burying themselves deep. The kiss is animal, the raw need for you overtaking him completely. His chest is bare and you let your hands fall, exploring those broad shoulders covered in inky swirls, down the front of his chest. You wish he’d stripped you of your own shirt so you can press against him fully, bared and ready for his touch.

Azriel isn’t far behind, guiding the both of you in your ravenous states to the only room on the first floor. None of you care where you end up, as long as you’re all a writhing pile of bodies kissing and touching and fucking.

Cassian works at the button of your pants with one hand while Azriel tugs your shirt off from behind. His hands are like ice in the best way, light touches causing goosebumps to break out across your flesh as he pulls the fabric from your body.

Fingers dip into your undone pants, brushing across your clothed cunt and you cry out in pleasure, arching at the greedy touch, body falling back into Azriel’s, who catches you without trouble. He settles the both of you onto the bed, you between his legs as Cassian kneels over you, drinking the both of you in.

“Fucking perfect,” he mutters, eyes shining. A long moment passes, the man getting his fill of the two beacons in this hell infested world, feeling like he’s nearly whole again, but Cassian won’t get emotional, not right now when you’re half naked and thighs are spread wide for him to continue.

So he does, hands finding your skin first, followed by his mouth. Your chest heaves with pleasure as he works his way down, sucking a nipple into his mouth like he’s been waiting for, kneading the other in a large hand. Azriel’s stroking soothing patterns down your sides that do nothing to calm you down, only work you up more while he mutters filthily in your ear.

“Been thinking of all the ways we can take you,” he whispers, breath hot as you stare down at Cassian, working his way down your chest to the sensitive skin of your hips. You whimper at the words and the man dipping his fingers beneath the waistband of your underwear. “All of those positions, what you’ll do with my cock in your mouth and Cassian’s in your cunt, or me in your cunt and him in your ass…so many possibilities.”

You swear you could cum by his words and Cassian’s touch alone, but the latter is peeling your pants down your legs, panties along with them and suddenly you’re bare and glistening for him and he’s grinning like a wolf.

“Azriel, help me out here, would you?” He asks and Azriel doesn’t have to be told twice. His hands hook beneath your knees, pulling your legs higher, exposing more of your cunt to Cassian.

You grapple for something to hold onto when Cassian dips down and licks a stripe up your cunt for his first taste. You settle on digging your nails into Azirel’s forearms, who’s mouthing at your neck, eyes pinned to the man slipping his tongue through your folds.

“Heavens above,” you gasp, hips already canting for more.

“And hell below,” Azriel adds breathily, watching the way Cassian’s mouth devours you. He’s suddenly all too aware that his cock is pinned between your body and his.

Fuck. It’s been so long that you can already feel the coiling of heat flushing through your gut. You want to cum desperately, and Cassian is more skilled than you thought, tongue fucking into you before he sweeps upwards, swirling around your sensitive clit with fervor while Azriel spreads your legs wider for him. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Cassian presses a finger into you, then two, curling them into your slick. They drag across your walls while he flicks your clit with his tongue, lathing over it in a slow lick that has your body bowing from the bed before he’s working you even faster now, fingers fucking into you while his mouth works its magic.

Your head collapses back on Azriel’s shoulder and he takes the opportunity to taste the sounds falling from your lips. As if by some telepathic agreement, Cassian’s free hand replaces Azriel’s, holding your legs spread for him while the man behind you snakes his hand down your front, tweaking your nipple at the same time Cassian nips at your swollen bud.

You cum with a cry that might have zombies swarming the property but you don’t care, not when you feel this good, their touch swallowing you as you fall off the edge of reality. Black dots your vision and your body shudders with the force of your orgasm, all for him, all for them.

“Good girl,” Azriel says against your lips. You find the strength to bury your fingers in his hair, the other finding the back of Cassian’s neck as he rises from between your legs.

You think he’s going to kiss you, you want him to, want to thank him on your knees with his cock in your mouth, but instead he’s seeking out Azriel, sharing the taste of you with him with a groan that reverberates through your bones. Your breath hitches as you watch the both of them kiss, grunting softly as they battle for more with you pressed between them.

Fuck, if they aren’t magnificent looking like that; pink tongues darting out to meet each other, red lips puffy with lust as they go. It makes you want to reach your hand down and touch yourself through it, the ethereal beauty of the men surrounding you.

Cassian is the first to break the kiss. He only pecks you on the lips with a murmur of appraisal that leaves you whimpering as he backs off of the bed, hands finding the button of his pants. Your mouth goes dry and Azriel is gently urging you off of him so he can join Cassian, who pauses his own work to help Azriel with his shirt.

Gods, you don’t know how they manage to stay in such shape though the end of the world. The cutting lines of Azriel’s hips emerge from beneath the black shirt Cassian’s slowly shoving up his body, as if he knows what a show is being displayed and wants to taunt you further. It’s hard to show you all of the angles Cassian wants to share but then there’s abdominals for days. You see matching swirling tattoos, the same ones that span across Cassian’s shoulders and then Azriel’s being led into a twist of his torso to show off the large wings tattooed on his back. Your breath catches in your throat at the intricacy of the needle work.

“Wow.”

Cassian smirks, running a large hand down the corded muscle of Azriel’s back, right across the wings. The latter shudders pleasurably in response and you tuck that information away for later. “I know right?”

He helps him with his pants, and Azriel’s scarred fingers tug Cassian’s down in one fell swoop, throbbing cocks bobbing upwards as they’re released from their confines. A heated glance passes between them before they’re finally turning towards you in all of their glory for you to feast upon.

“I haven’t had sex in ages,” you breathe, drinking in the long lengths of them. Gods, they’re so big and ready for you, pearls of precum at the tips and standing at attention. “I’ll have to work up to the both of you.”

Azriel chokes and Cassian groans your name, planting his hands on either side of you, forcing you to look up at him with those wide eyes.

“We don’t ever expect you to have to take us both at the same time,” his voice is rough, strained. “But fucking hearing you say it makes me want it so badly. And if you want it someday, we’re more than willing to fill you with your needs.”

Your exhale is ragged as you picture the three of you together. Yes, yes, you want both of them inside of you, if not today, then when you have more time, when you’re more prepared, when you’re clean and familiar again with the act of sex.

You nod because you don’t trust your voice right now. Cassian gives you a reassuring smile as Azriel climbs up onto the bed with both of you.

“Cass, at the head of the bed, please,” Azriel grunts, unable to take his eyes off of you. You feel much the same, even when Cassian wrenches Azriel’s head up with a sharp hand and kisses him harshly before doing as told. He settles himself against the headboard, hands propped behind his head looking oh-so ready for what’s about to come.

You find yourself more than ready for whatever direction the dark haired man is about to give you too.

“There you go,” he guides you gently to your hands and knees so you’re face to face with a smiling Cassian. His gaze softens as Azriel puts you where he wants you, reaching a hand out to stroke softly down your cheek, a question in his eyes.

You nod, more than eager to join them. You open your mouth to speak but Azriel’s brushing his fingers through your soaked folds and your arms nearly give out at the touch.

“All ready for me,” he nearly sounds like he’s in disbelief to have you on your hands and knees for him, ready for the taking. You peer over your shoulder to catch the bright golden eyes, the way they’re devouring you whole while he strokes his cock.

“Please,” you exhale and he looks up. “Please.”

Azriel agrees and your breath sticks in your chest at the hot press of his tip, guiding himself into you with a groan. “So fucking tight,” he pants, and you have no response as he inches in.

Your arms are shaking so badly that you don’t think you’ll be able to hold yourself up. Cassian’s hands find your biceps, curling around and helping steady you. You thank him with a pleading look and he’s the only thing keeping you up as Azirel’s hips meet yours and you rock forward.

“It’s okay,” Cassian assures you, helping you down to your elbows. You’re face first with his cock, resting thick and hot against his lower abs. You want to take it in your mouth, want to taste him the way he tasted you.

So you do.

On the pull of Azriel’s hips you fist Cassian’s cock, the both of them moaning deep and low. Azriel curses at the feeling of your warm walls around him, slick with excitement and pleasure while you drag the beading pearlescent precum down Cassian’s large shaft. You’re nearly drooling for him and his hands find your hair, sweeping it up into a fist as you guide your head down to taste.

He’s too big to fit all the way down, and your jaw stretches uncomfortably, but Cassian doesn’t seem to mind any of it. His head falls back against the headboard and the muscles of his stomach tighten as he tries to keep his hips from bucking into the wet cavern of your mouth.

Azriel doesn’t hold himself back, canting his hips into yours with a thrust that has you choking on Cassian’s cock. The weight of him in your mouth and Azriel at your backside is a type of safety you didn’t think you’d ever feel again, not when you’re running for your life on the daily from an unstoppable disease and those who have suffered with it.

But all of that is flushed from your mind as Azriel’s hands encircle your hips, holding you in place while he fucks into you. Cassian’s cock in your mouth is like silk and you can’t help yourself but to run your tongue up and down, swirling around as you manage to force your weight onto one arm to have a free hand to wrap around the rest of him.

“Gods,” Cassian pants, and he wants to squirm, to take your jaw in hand and shove himself deeper inside of you. You’re on par with how Azriel takes care of him, though your hand is smaller and more delicate as it draws pleasure from your touch. “You’re incredible.”

And you’re thinking the exact same thing about the both of them. Azriel's hand slides into the dip of your back, encouraging you to arch deeper for him. You do with pleasure and he growls as he sinks deeper, moves faster because the feeling is bubbling within him, about to spill over.

“Fucking perfect,” he repeats Cassian’s words from before because it’s the only statement he can remember and the only one that can describe the look and feel of you. “So fucking perfect.”

You whimper but it’s cut off by Cassian’s cock, no longer able to hold himself back when you’re doing such a good job with him. His hands find your cheeks, guiding you in all of the ways that he needs to finish, saying your name like a prayer.

You melt into the sheets when Azriel’s hand snakes around your front, straight to your clit, working you with frenzied strokes. It’s everything, exactly what you wanted when you pictured the three of you together, a mess of limbs and noises and fluids that none of you want to step away from.

Cassian cums with a shout, trying to lift your mouth from his cock. But you want him to cum in your mouth, you want to taste his musk as badly as you want to cum yourself, which you don’t have to wait for because Azriel’s fingers are like magic, drawing it from you like he’s known how to all along.

The man at your back talks you through it, the both of you, but the words are jumbled and you can’t make them out through the blinding haze of your second orgasm. All you hear are his curses as your cunt clenches tightly around him before he’s pulling out and there’s wet smearing across your back as he cums.

Time seems to slow as the three of you catch your breath. Your eyes are shut tight, body tired with the effort, using Casisan’s thick thigh as a resting place for your head as he strokes your hair softly. The taste of him is fresh on your tongue and you savor it, shuddering as fingers brush through the cum spattered on your back and hums of appreciation follow.

“You want a taste, pretty girl?” Cassian asks, offering you some of Azriel’s cum on his fingers. You open your mouth, humming with pleasure at the taste of both of them on your tongue, too tired to even open your eyes.

The rest of the world falls from under you as you slip into a peaceful sleep.

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“What are you doing?” Azriel asks, finding you in the pantry sometime later, sorting through the items abandoned in there.

You look up to find him in his pants again, hair ruffled from sleep and from when you’d run your fingers through it. Your cheeks heat and he smirks, crossing large arms over his chest as he leans against the doorway, caging you in.

“Looking to see if any of this is still edible,” you sigh, pulling out a can of what Azriel thinks used to be peaches, but now looks like a jar of what might have started the apocalypse in the first place. “Want some?”

“Gods, no,” he responds with a shake of his head. “I’m not that desperate. Not yet, anyways.”

“So it’s settled,” you give him a cheeky grin, “I’ll keep them in my bag until you are that desperate.”

Azriel rolls his eyes, much fonder than all of the other times you’ve seen him make the same face. “And you’ll be crying when I’m eating those lovely peaches and you’ve got nothing.” He huffs, settling down on his haunches to help you in your search.

“Peaches?” you ask, genuinely confused. “I thought they were nectarines.” You examine the jar closely.

“Semantics.”

Azriel doesn’t do much to aid your search, but it’s because the house doesn’t have much of anything left. The company is nice though, and you don’t mind the comfortable silence between the both of you as you work.

By the time you’ve filtered through everything left, you’ve found one can of chili, and one very old hard candy that you let Azriel have. It stains his mouth blue and you find yourself crawling into his lap to suck the flavoring off his tongue.

Cassian finds you in that compromising position when he wakes from his own nap. His limp is nearly gone and he’s fully dressed, grinning like a wolf when he sees the both of you, but it quickly morphs into a full blown pout when he sees Azriel’s blue lips.

“You found candy and didn’t share? We share everything else, what the fuck?”

He can only be consoled by kisses from the both of you and a promise that he gets the next candy.

They both join you on your quest, picking apart each room carefully, finding little knick-knacks here and there to amuse yourselves with. You watch the delicate way Azriel looks at things, picking them up and examining them before setting them back exactly where they’d come from if he doesn’t deem them useful. Cassian is a lot more carefree with the process, breaking a lamp after accidentally bumping into the small table while rooting through the drawers.

You, on the other hand, can’t help but to look at the photos splayed across the top of the dresser. It’s a family of six, the mother and father gathering their children up in their arms in a way that was clearly instructed by the photographer, all of them wearing genuine smiles nonetheless.

It makes your chest ache a little.

There are some clothes upstairs in the closets that haven’t totally been eaten through by moths and other bugs, Cassian tossing the ones you deem fit for travel down the stairs to refold and pack again later.

The basement is the final place for inspection. It’s cold and empty down there, the carpet damn beneath your feet. It looks as if it had been renovated right before the apocalypse, because it’s complete but there’s a lack of furniture, nothing but the books on the lone built-in shelves.

You find interest anyway, looking at the spines for something that might look interesting. Who knows what you’ll need to resort to to pass the time until Rhys and Feyre get back?

After a few minutes of looking, Cassian is bored of pretending like this interests him and lets his eyes wander from the stacks of novels.

He squints, backing up because the shelf itself looks weird, he realizes, and he notices the gap next to it. One that shouldn’t be there unless–

“I think it’s a door, you guys,” he says quietly. You share a look with Azriel and Cassian shines his flashlight into the crack. Sure enough, he sees hinges.

“Stand back and be ready,” Azriel murmurs to you, and you heed his warning, face stone cold and serious as you unsheath the knife at your belt.

The bookshelf pulls out with a loud groan of protest and Cassian shines his light around quickly but nothing jumps out at the three of you, a good sign. There’s a big metal door in front of you instead, and Azriel deems it a bunker door or sorts.

“Looks like these people were prepared,” Azriel compliments, assessing the door.

“Do you think there’s anyone inside?” Cassian asks, and the two share a look.

“Only one way to find out.”

There’s an unsettled feeling curling in your stomach but they’re already prying the door open, muscles straining with the effort.

“Fuck,” Cassian hisses, all of you throwing your arms over your noses and mouths at the smell that leaks through the room, momentarily letting your guard down from the stench alone. The smell is one of the worst things you’ve ever experienced and you know that they should close the bunker back up right now.

It’s bright in there, and there must be lights powered by the solar panels on the roof, but the sight inside is Gods awful.

The first thing Cassian notices is the walls.

Deep scratches in the concrete, looking like something inhuman. There’s crimson dried dark blood, he picks up on quickly, and he shudders at the message ‘Sorry’ written there in big, sloppy letters.

He doesn’t want to look down.

Azriel finds himself frozen to his spot, bile rising in his throat. There’s bones covered by decaying flesh, sunken and withered. So many too, and it makes him sick.

But there’s still one that looks like he died more recently. The father, he supposed, blood around his lips and what he thinks is a hand being held in black-decayed fingertips. There’s a bullet hole in his head, too, free hand clutching a copy of the exact picture you’d looked at earlier.

You can’t move.

“Oh, Gods,” you gasp, before you’re spinning on your heel and leaving the room. Cassian and Azriel can hear you vomiting loudly from where they’re stuck in the door.

Cassian averts his eyes from the cannibal father in front of him and comes to your side, Azriel shutting the heavy door behind him. He doesn’t think he’ll ever be able to sleep again. He shoves the bookshelf back into its place but the stench still sears his nostrils.

You can’t stay here.

You’re shaking like a leaf in Cassian’s arms, curled up on yourself as much as you were this morning and had been sleeping peacefully. Cassian has moved you away from where you’d been sick on the carpet, trying to soothe your shaking with a sad look in his eyes.

They need to get you away from here. And quickly.

“C’mon,” he murmurs, running a hand over your hair before letting Cassian help you up the stairs. You lean heavily against him and are slow moving to the first floor, tears streaming down your face silently.

Cassian hates himself for even finding the bunker.

“We’ll wait for Rhys and Feyre out here,” Azriel announces, but his voice is low and almost broken. You’re outside of the house, sitting on the front stairs with Cassian. He’s pulled you into his lap and runs his fingers down your back in a soothing motion, allowing you to bury your head into his neck while he whispers soothing words into your ear. “They’ll be back soon.”

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althea-and-alcestris · 3 months

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Origins

Imagine an AU where Althea is reborn as Silver's twin sister (biologically) after Alcestris dies as a nearly sick twist of fate (being reborn as the child of your enemy). She too put under the sleeping spell by the fairies, slumbering away along with her brother for 200 years and waiting for someone to love them until the retired General comes by the thorn infested and abandoned castle. Lilia's presence immediately awakens the twin babies from their 'blessing' because there is finally someone who can love them unconditionally after their parents perished in war. He gives his blessing to them, naming them Silver and Althea. Silver's blond hair changes to silver but Thea's hair remains the same ashy blonde..instead it's her right eye that changes. From the soft hazel brown that her left eye is like it becomes a fiery crimson red which hits Lilia too close to home. She looks just like the young half-fae that was so brutally murdered by the humans..but this child is not to blame and neither is Silver.

He raises them in the little cottage near the Zigvolt residence and often visited by Malleus, the twins both wanting to be knights along with little Sebek and so Lilia trains all three of them. Even though the little girl wants to wield a sword as well, she's always playing the role of the princess that the two boys need to save. Silver has the ability to attract small woodland creatures or even one as big as a bear, Althea on the other hand was gifted with a voice so heavenly some might even say it can do wonders.

The envelope of invitation from Night Raven arrives to Silver, meaning he can enroll into the college but Thea is upset about her brother leaving, refusing to accept being left alone in the cottage or in the care of the Zigvolt family so Lilia somehow manages to convince Crowley to let her enroll as well (because he is so kind as we know). Sorted into Diasomnia just like her father, twin brother, older brother figure and later her childhood friend (and crush(?)) .

Despite Silver having a sleeping curse that makes him doze off randomly throughout the day, Thea has the opposite. She's very much an insomniac, having trouble falling asleep even at night. Lilia also couldn't find a cure to this just he couldn't to Silver's condition.

Ashe (Yuu) shows up in the Opening Ceremony of their second year in NRC as the magicless human from another world. Thea quickly befriends the little outsider, making them best friends and her also helping them battle the Overblot incidents. But as time passes she begins to dream about a strange girl in green armor that looks very similar to herself and a man with long blond hair and silver armor. She can't put her finger on who either of them are but she feels that she's supposed to know.

Then inevitably come the time when Lilia announces he will be dropping out of college and move to a far away country because he's losing his magic, ultimately leaving his kids behind which leaves both Silver and Thea upset. This leads to Malleus's Overblot and the nightmare begins (get it?), him putting everyone on the island to sleep. Silver uses his Signature Spell to travel into Lilia's dream along with Sebek, Ashe, Grim and Thea. There they will unravel all the secrets and truth that has been kept hidden from them by the elders.

Silver and Thea discover their true origins, finding out their real parents being the enemy of the faes and thus General Lilia and Thea recognizes Knight of Dawn as the man who always showed up in her dreams. Thea however is hit with a bonus set of bricks. Discovering that she had a past life..as the half-fae girl that she also used to dream about. She finds out what happened to her and the truth is as painful as it gets. Alcestris was murdered by the Men of Steel, more specifically King Hendrick who is non-other than her and Silver's uncle. And she right now is the reincarnation of that unfortunate half-fae soldier, reborn as the child of the enemy who are the reason of her death in the first place. She's just as distraught as Silver is about their origins but Sebek and Ashe are there to pull both of them out of the darkest pit of their life. Life moves on and they're not to blame for the actions of their ancestors, they're still worthy of love..

#Oh man the existencial crisis is so real #twst oc #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland oc #disney twst #twst wonderland #twst #lilia vanrouge #twst au #twisted wonderland #malleus draconia #twst knight of dawn

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violetsiren90 · 11 months

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All I Haven't Said | Namjoon/Reader

Table of Contents: Chapter 1; Chapter 2; Chapter 3 (part 1), Chapter 3 (part 2)

Pairing: idol!Namjoon/f!Reader

Genre: Soulmate AU; idol AU; chapter fic; strangers to lovers; a bit of idiots to lovers, tbh; slow burn; eventual romance; eventual smut; angst (life is messy & hearts are complex); OT7 featured

Summary: You found your soulmate - or rather, he found you. Turns out he's an idol of much acclaim who needs you for very real and unglamorous reasons. What could become of two hearts so used to giving of themselves when they are confronted with needing each other?

Warnings: 18+ (minors, dni), realistic depictions of cancer and cancer treatment; mention of unfeatured character death (previous to plot); emotional health growth and development; eventual smut; feelings and dealing with feelings (no, but seriously, so many feelings)

Author's Note: First and foremost - Blame Me chapter 1 will still be tentatively dropping by the end of the week. However, this just literally wrote itself last night after a couple of drinks and several streams of Lonely 💔. It was the thing that just poured out of me and could not be stopped. It's been simmering in the back of my brain for a while, and so, now that it's out here, I'm going to be posting it in tandem with Blame Me, probably on alternate weeks (if I can manage it, 😅). I want to give credit to those whose works I have read which have come to set the stage for my concept of the soulmate au, and who are far my betters in creative artistry: Matchy, author of balls-to-the-walls masterpiece Trip No Further, Fallencairns, author of lovely work of art Turbulence, and @teenagebountyhunter , to whom I dedicate this work 💜 the author of the ineffably beautiful Namjoon soulmate fic Bloom (RUN to read this immediately) - the inspiration for what is to humbly follow below. If you're checking this out, thanks a million for reading, and please don't be shy in offering feedback should you be so inclined! (Baby fic writer here, constructive criticism always welcome!)

Without further ado, chapter one is under the cut.

P.S. Tag list is open. If you want in, let me know. 😊

P.P.S. In case no one has told you today, you're loved and worthy of love. 🧜💜

“When your hands leap towards mine, love, what do they bring me in flight? Why did they stop at my lips, so suddenly, why do I know them, as if once before, I have touched them, as if, before being, they traveled my forehead, my waist?”

~ Pablo Neruda

Chapter 1: The Cure

Diana dipped another three fries in ketchup and popped them into her mouth.

"So, what do you need to talk about that has you desperate enough to buy me lunch?" She smiled smugly and sipped and her milkshake.

You hadn't touched the burger in front of you, even if you probably should be absolutely relishing in it, considering your future prospects. You picked up a sweet potato fry and stared at it absently.

"I found my soulmate," you stated flatly.

Diana's jaw dropped mid-chew, unpleasantly framing the masticated remains of a mouthful of turkey club.

"Wait, are you serious?" she pressed, round hazel eyes wide and unblinking.

You dipped the fry down into the little cup of ranch and swirled it around slowly.

"Actually, he found me. Well, his people found me," you continued.

"Huh? So is he some kind of a big deal - wait...they found you? What does that even mean? Wait, no - you have a soulmate?!"

You smiled ruefully. It was kind of nice to see someone else freaking out about it for a change. You had known your little sister would react strongly, which is why you had waited until now give her the news.

"Y/n, ANSWERS," Diana demanded leaning forward to flick your forehead.

"Ow!" you protested, rubbing the throbbing spot on your brow. "Keep your pants on, geez!"

You sighed. After having relayed this story to your mom, your doctor, a specialist, legal advisory, your best friend, your brother and his wife, and your very disappointed boss, you had gotten pretty good telling it. Yet, somehow, each time the burden of it's truth felt a little heavier. You ate the fry. It was pretty good. You wished it had sucked so it wouldn't be one more edible thing you missed the prospect of.

"So apparently, a couple of years ago a university in Switzerland found a way to match soulmates using DNA testing. Don't ask me about the exact science of it - I do not understand it. What I do know is that it's illegal to use this technology to locate your soulmate in the US."

"Why?" Diana had abandoned her food and was listening with rapt attention.

"Something about privacy rights. Though they've dealt with that issue in Switzerland - people interested in finding their soulmates join a biological registry. I'm sure our government is just waiting to find a way that big pharma can exploit it before they facilitate the process. Anyway, somehow, I ended up in a foreign registry. I guess there is a black market for soulmate data..."

"Oh my god, could I be on the black market?" Diana gasped, slapping her hands over her mouth.

"I guess anyone could, provided they've ever been treated at a hospital, or given blood, or anything of the sort...but calm down! It doesn't even matter unless you have a match, which is rare."

"So he found you on the black market?! That's so fucking sketchy, Y/n."

"It was his company, actually. I got a visit from representatives of an organization called Hybe. They are some kind of South Korean entertainment conglomerate. One of their employees, a musician, is dying of cancer. Seeing if he had a soulmate was a last-ditch effort to save his life. Now everything is banking on me and my cooperation."

You flicked your eyes up to your sister. Her expression had morphed into something far more somber.

"Heavy..." she whispered.

You nodded.

"What are you gonna do?"

You took a bite of your burger. She wasn't going to like your answer. Diana's face changed again, this time registering alarm and indignation.

"No," she murmured, "No, Y/n. You're just gonna do it, aren't you? You're gonna go be the fucking hero! You're going to traipse off to Korea and save his sketchy, ungrateful ass!"

She stood up, her chair screeching back over the concrete and drawing the attention of other diners on the patio. You glanced around apologetically.

"Diana, sit down! And how do you know if he's grateful or not?!" you hissed.

"No!" she countered defiantly, yanking her hand away from where you had reached for it. "You always do this! You never, ever think of yourself. And now you'll be gone forever...is this even safe?"

Tears had started to well up in her eyes, and the glances around you had turned into stares and whispers. You stood up and pulled her into a hug.

"Hey, hey, it's okay! Lets get out of here and I can answer all of your questions, alright?" She sniffled.

"Okay. But you're not leaving me." You smiled and huffed out a laugh pulling her toward the parking lot.

You had anticipated that Diana would disapprove of your decision, and it being as difficult a situation as it was, you had decided to make all the arrangements and choices necessary before telling her. She loved you so fiercely, she would have watched the world burn before letting you break a nail, if she could help it.

After your father's death nearly twenty years ago, you had become protector and provider to Diana and your younger brother Henry, three years her senior, in ways your sensitive and unworldly mother seemed unequipped to shoulder. If they had both not been so established and secure in the trajectory of their adult lives, you would have made it clear to Hybe that you regrettably had nonnegotiable responsibilities right where you were. But Henry was settled into a suburb with a lovely wife and year-old daughter, Diana was set to finish undergrad and head off to nursing school, and the deal with Hybe had actually allowed you to leverage for your Mom's retirement, so you were boarding a flight to Korea next week to take on a new set of cares and concerns.

You tossed your keys on the table on your way into your apartment and collapsed onto your comfy red couch. While Diana rooted around your fridge and loudly complained about the lack of hard seltzer, you sorted through the mail and made a mental note to add a forwarding address on a few of your accounts and subscriptions, including the one supplying you with Nightwing comics. You set the mail aside and took a moment to look around you.

You loved your little apartment. The kitchen was small, but the big window with the spider plant hanging in it made it one of your favorite rooms - the herb garden on the counter and the fully stocked bar above the fridge did nothing to make you like it any less. The earthy brown walls of the living space were littered with shelves full of candles and living plants and quirky curios, and in and amongst them hung framed watercolors of flowers and herbs that you had painted yourself. The record player sat at the ready in the corner by the wall dedicated almost exclusively to books and vinyl. There was a small tv over the stone-lined fireplace. Over your shoulder your soft, queen sized bed with sheer canopy cozily called your named from the single bedroom.

The whole place smelled like citrus and cinnamon. In every corner, there was you. It was going to be hard to leave the hobbit hole you had so lovingly curated for yourself over the last half-a-decade...especially since you wouldn't be going "there and back again", but just...there.

Diana plopped down next to you, breaking your reverie.

"So, you're NOT going, but tell me about the huge mistake you ALMOST made," Diana prompted as she side-eyed you, taking a sip of the wine she had poured herself.

You set the comic book you had been thumbing through aside and drew your knees up to your chest as you swiveled to face her impatient stare.

"Last week, a these three people showed up at my door, two men and a woman, and they said they were from a company called Hybe based in South Korea. One of their employees, a singer named Kim Namjoon, has stage 4 liver cancer. I guess they caught it pretty late in the game, so even the most aggressive treatments aren't doing much good. Back in April the doctor gave him two months to live."

"Damn," Diana interjected softly.

"Yeah, that's why all of this is happening so fast. He needs me as soon as I can get there."

"We need you, too," she whispered, reaching out to loop her finger into the top of your sock. You smiled affectionately.

"I know, Di, but you're a grown woman now and you can take care of yourself. You're going to have to and I know you can. Life really won't be that different - you'll be off to school in San Diego anyway! Most of our hangouts were going to be over Facetime...now you'll just have an excuse for a little international travel."

She heaved a stuttering sigh.

"Speaking of travel...Johnny broke up with me," she mumbled.

Your mouth hung open in shock.

"Oh my god, Di, I'm so sorry! Why didn't you tell me?"

She downed her remaining wine and stared into the empty glass, twirling it between her fingers.

"I was gonna, but when I told mom last week she said to wait to talk to you about it because you were dealing with something stressful. Now I know what she meant."

You shook your head.

"Ugh, Mom..."

Your sweet, nonconfrontational mother, while you loved her deeply, was a horrible communicator. Whenever she got involved things like this always ended up worse. You looked at your sister twiddling with her wine glass. She looked so small. And Diana, while she exuded many things, very rarely seemed diminutive. You grabbed her and pulled her to you, and she instantly snuggled into your chest.

"I'm sorry you've had to hold that in all this time," You said softly, stroking her hair, "You really could have told me. How are you doing? Was it bad?"

She shook her head against you.

"Nah, it wasn't so bad. He's going to travel before starting grad school and wants to 'sow some wild oats'," she answered, flashing air quotes.

You couldn't see her face, but the acerbic nature of her tone told you just exactly what she thought of that concept. You snickered. Atta' girl. You'd never liked that guy much, anyway.

"What an asshole," you remarked.

"Yeah, he better not hit me up in a couple of months when he's done fucking his way through Europe."

"Fuuuuuck that," you commiserated.

"Yeah, so I thought this summer would be our last hurrah. You know, no guys, just you and me...like old times" Diana mumbled in a voice that was all sulking and bottom lip.

"Ahhh," you said with a smile, "So that's why you are so disappointed. Well, we still have a few days - we can make the most of them!"

Diana lifted her head from your chest and glared up at you.

"Boys ruin everything!" She whined.

You smirked softly.

"Usually I would agree with you, but the one I'm leaving for seems kind of decent, actually."

Diana frowned.

"How do you know? Did he call you or something? Wait, you never finished telling me your story!"

You hummed in assent.

"I mean, there's not much more to tell. I agreed to move out there to bond with him and begin treatment. I signed a really basic contract that will be revised when he is well enough to think about the future - or in a year, whichever comes first. They were pretty quick to meet my terms, I guess they didn't really have much choice since I was the one holding the all the cards."

"What does any of that have to do with him being a good guy?"

"Oh," you blinked, "It doesn't. You see, when they met with me they talked a lot about him. It was almost like a job interview or something. They talked about his accomplishments, his net worth, the importance of his work, and his worthiness as a person. One of the guys was actually one of his bandmates, and he had come specifically as a character reference. They had initially wanted me to sign the contract right there and then - and let me tell you, that kid they brought with them almost convinced me with his giant puppy eyes alone - but in the end I had asked for forty-eight hours to consult legal advisory and think it over. The first thing I did when they left was look him up. You actually probably already know who he is - I think I might have been the only person in the world who didn't. Have you ever heard of BTS?"

Diana jumped back like she'd been stung, clutching her chest.

"Are you about to tell me that your soulmate is a member of the biggest band in the world?" she whispered, her eyes impossibly wide.

You smirked.

"Not just a member, Di...their leader." Diana shrieked, leaping up off the couch.

"RM??? Your soulmate is RM???"

Your sister stared at you, agape, while you threw your hands up in indignation.

"I was the only person!"

"Oh my god..." Diana staggered back, demeanor having deviated sharply from disapproval to elation, "My roommate is obsessed with them! She has all these posters - but her favorite, I'm sorry, her bias, is Suga...holy shit, I can't WAIT to tell her she's gonna-"

"Diana," you interrupted her firmly, and her eyes shot up to you.

"Yeah?"

"You can't tell anyone."

Her face fell as she leaned back against the wall beside the fireplace. Clearly this was going to be even more of an emotional roller-coaster for her than it was for you, you thought in amusement. Typical.

"Everyone who I tell has to sign a gag order. You included."

Diana slid down the wall into a slump and knocked her head back.

"This situation keeps harshing my vibes, dude," she whined.

"Well, I'm exceedingly sorry about your vibes, but I'm sure they'll recover," you rejoined sardonically.

"But woah, Y/n, your boyfriend is hot. And rich. And super famous. Your wedding is going to be fucking LIT..."

"Woah, Nellie!" You cut her off, waving your hands as if you usher her train of thought into the landing strip of sanity. "Slow. Down. Wedding?? What happened to 'sketchy, ungrateful ass'?! He is NOT my boyfriend. He's supposedly my soulmate. According to some Swiss pseudoscience. We haven't even bonded yet. And if we do in fact bond, that doesn't mean we're a couple."

Diana popped her head up and fixed you with the most incredulous of stares.

"Um, excuse me...soulmates have to touch each other to survive. And I heard that the soulmate connection is better than sex. You're telling me you have the opportunity, nay, the duty, to be up in the business of one of the sexiest men alive, and you're just gonna platonically kick it for the next seventy years?"

You rolled your eyes.

"I mean, if that's what he wants - if that's what I want. Soulmates doesn't automatically equate lovers. I've been reading about people's experiences and there are some soulmates who bond platonically. Some people are already with romantic partners when they meet. Some don't share a sexual orientation that makes them compatible as lovers..."

"Oh my god, Y/n, could you please not kill the sexy by going all nerd on this?" She asked you in exasperation as her finger swiped at her phone screen.

Suddenly she shoved the phone out toward you, while tapping frantically with a neon yellow acrylic nail on the image she had summoned. She was saying something humorous and complaintive but you weren't listening. You were looking at the man in the photo.

You hadn't seen this one in your superficial search-engine dives. It was a headshot. His hair was a light brown, full at the top and styled away from his face. His skin was darker than in many of the other images you had seen, emanating a beautiful golden glow. He was smiling just enough for his right dimple to softly grace his cheek. His features were strong, masculine, and incredibly handsome. All of that was already striking, but his eyes, oh, his eyes - they were staring directly at the camera, irises only half visible under his lidded gaze, warm and sincere, so incredibly intense.

The hair stood up on the back of your neck and your breath caught in your chest in spite of you. You closed your eyes and sucked in a breath. You needed to calm down. He was just a person. Good looking? Yes. Charismatic? Obviously. But you had a job to do, and no time to screw around with schoolgirl daydreams. He probably had a girlfriend. No, definitely, he definitely had one. And hey, he was just a person, like you. No need to be star struck.

Diana had been continuing her rant, completely unaware of being ignored, when she had let out a high pitched squeal of laughter.

"Oh my god...oh my god!" She shrieked.

"What?" You snapped, your hormone-wrestling train of thought cut off abruptly.

She stared at you, lips pressed together as if she was trying to contain more loud giggles.

"What??" You demanded impatiently, your limit for her antics very swiftly approaching.

"RM. K-pop superstar, probably one of the coolest people ever born, gets YOUR dorky ass as a soulmate, HAH!"

"Hey!" you deflated, unimpressed with what she considered to be so vastly comical.

"Oh that poor man!" she pushed dramatically, "That poor, poor man. You're the least graceful, geekiest person in the western hemisphere. What will you even talk about? Good thing you don't speak Korean, you'd probably bore him to death! Shit, at least you're pretty..."

You folded your arms over your chest defensively.

"Hilarious. But actually, he's fluent in English. And I read somewhere that he likes art..."

"Y/n, he's rich," she interrupted condescendingly, "All rich people like art. It's a huge flex to own an original. If I was a billionaire I'd 'like art' too. Oh my god, I just can't believe this is happening. Like he's crazy famous..."

"And very, very sick," you reminded her softly.

Her expression fell into something contrite.

"Oh, shit, I forgot," she murmured.

"I'm glad you're excited for me, Di. It really made me feel a lot better about the whole situation seeing you get some kind of joy out of it. But I can't stress enough that this isn't a fairytale. Who knows how he feels about resorting to this. I guarantee you this is as hard for him as it is for me."

Diana crossed over to the couch and skooched in next to you.

"All jokes aside, he's lucky to have you, Y/n. You love at a thousand percent. Even if you guys just end up being soul-buddies, or whatever, he hit the jackpot," she smiled at you, that sweet smile that made you rethink everything for one split second.

Now it was your turn to try to hold back tears.

"I'm gonna miss you," she murmured, "But I respect what you're doing."

"Now that he's famous?" You prodded with a teasing smile.

"Yeah, now that he's famous," she conceded.

You pulled her into a hug. The silence that hung around you was pregnant but comfortable. Diana finally broke it with a soft question.

"So you're really going to give your whole life away for a total stranger next week?" she whispered.

"Mmhm," you hummed somberly into her hair.

"Why you always gotta be like Dad?"

A familiar lump began to form in your throat, but you swallowed it back. You always did. And Diana fell asleep in your lap one last time. You stroked her hair as you thought back, rather emotionally exhausted, over your conversation. It seemed like people thought of the soulmate connection as some kind of miracle. You didn't believe in those. People made choices, and those choices governed reality. You had just made the biggest choice of your life, and if it was like any of the other roads you had taken, it would require much of you.

The following day was your last at work. Your coworkers had greeted you with pizza, cake, flowers, and hugs. It was touching to realize how much you would be missed. Your boss, Shauna, hovered as you gathered you belongings from your desk.

"Damn it to hell, I'm gonna miss you!" She mourned for the umpteenth time.

You smiled as you tucked your little philodendron into the box, placing it next to the canvas speckled with daisies that read "You Matter" in curly green letters.

"You have an amazing team here, you guys will do great," you insisted, patting her hand where she leaned on your desk.

"Um, a great team of people you trained!" she said, consoling herself with a swipe of frosting from what had once been a beautiful red velvet cake with white buttercream.

You leaned beside her on the desk, joining her in sadly picking at the dessert remains.

After you had graduated with your degree in social work, you had landed an internship in a program which Shauna was running. The two of you quickly discovered you had similar passions and community goals, and the following year had left the program to start Magnolia Village, a one-stop shop for women's services sadly unprecedented in your area. While the startup had been rough, your passionate duo had believed in the need and refused to say die, and from your mutual blood, sweat, and tears had blossomed a cornerstone of the local community. Over the years it had grown and extended its reach to thousands in need of support. Many of the staff were women who had first come through the door seeking services, and were now your partners in providing the aid they had found empowering in their hour of need.

You were immensely proud of what the two of you had built, but leaving the Village was bittersweet, as you were more confident than ever that it had grown into a well-oiled machine powered by lovely, capable people who could keep it going at full tilt without you.

"This place basically built itself, we just propped up the scaffolding," you remarked, glancing around the building fondly - what had once been a residential fixer-upper was now a cozy space of offices, a nurse's station, six emergency beds, sanitation services, and a food pantry

"Bitch, you know very well that I am the bulldozer and you are the heart and soul of this place. We are going to feel it when you leave. You better come back and visit us. Mirabell is going to do a good job filling your shoes, though. Watching her step up to the plate has been something else."

"It has," you nodded, "She's going to kick ass. You might just forget I was ever here by the end of next week."

Shauna turned uncharacteristically tearful eyes toward you.

"I will never forget you," she choked.

Then suddenly you were being crushed in a bear hug. You returned her embrace until you thought you might actually pass out from lack of oxygen.

"Okay, I love you, but I'm about to asphyxiate!" you wheezed, slapping her on the shoulder.

She let you go, but grabbed your arm and looked at you seriously.

"I want you to promise me one thing," she said, holding your gaze.

You cocked your head to the side. Shauna released your arm to clasp both your hands in hers.

"I want you to promise me that when you get to Korea, you find something that you're gonna do for yourself."

You started to respond but she stopped you.

"Something for yourself. It doesn't matter what it is, but it can't be for your soulmate, or your family, or anyone else however deserving...just you, okay?"

You looked at her quizzically.

"I do stuff for me..."

"Don't get swallowed up, baby girl. Find someone to ground you, to remind you that you're worth more than what you have to offer."

You scoffed.

"I'd like to see someone try and swallow me..."

"Y/n,"

"What?"

"Promise me."

"Okay," you nodded, "I promise."

Shauna squeezed your hands, then went back to chipping away at the mass of red crumbs and buttercream.

A little twinge of worry twisted in the pit of your stomach. You were strong. Resilient. No one could bounce back like you, could survive like you. People knew this - they had been telling you so since you were ten years old. So why was everyone acting like you were being cast out to sea without a life preserver?

You had spent the weekend with your family. Henry and Mercedes had even driven down, Elena in tow, to have one last Sunday dinner and see you off to the airport. Hugs and tears and small parting gifts had made leaving even harder than you had imagined.

When you finally boarded the plane your eyes were red and your head was throbbing. After the plane had gained enough altitude to allow you to unfasten your seat-belt, you had slipped into the restroom to rinse your face. You returned, plopping down next to the man who would accompany you during your first few days of transition.

"I'm getting booze when they wheel it by, Matt, so don't try to stop me," you huffed, gesticulating in mild threat with the book you had extracted from your carry-on at the suited figure sitting in the window seat.

The handsome older gentleman smiled, not lifting his eyes from the copy of the Korean Herald in his hands.

"Wouldn't dream of it," he responded, flipping a large, thin page.

Matt Anders had been many things to you in life. Before you were born, he had been your father's best friend. He had been the best man at your parent's wedding. He and his wife, Rebecca, had cared for you and your siblings during your mother's sanitarium stay. He had tutored you for the SAT score that had earned you a full ride to the university that had saddled you with a BS in social work and minor in English literature. Today, he was your attorney. Matt, who had an IQ of 146, had learned basic Korean so that he could translate for you and make sure that your interests were looked after as you settled in. Having him there made you feel one hundred percent more secure about the process. He, for instance, had been the one in negotiations to ask for the very cush business-class fight accommodations you were new settling into.

"Whatever you would do for him, you'll do for her. I want an equality of treatment clause added with no addendums."

You smiled to yourself as you remembered his exchange with the Hybe's representation. He had asked for things you would have never asked for yourself, and you felt better having access to them knowing that he felt you were deserving.

The flight attendant sweetly asked if you would require any refreshments. You asked for two whiskey and cokes, and handed one over to the man beside you. You took a long, refreshing sip.

"Damn it, I wish I had appreciated food more," you sighed, looking ruefully at your glass.

"What are you going to miss the most?" Matt asked before sampling his own beverage.

"Cheese. I can't believe I'm saying that, but in the end I just love cheese. And there are so many kinds I haven't tried. Do you know there's this Italian cheese that comes in the shape of a pear? It's super expensive because of the breed of cow the milk is sourced from. It's supposedly suuuuper creamy. But, hey, now I'll never know if it's as rich and complex as they say..."

You took another sip of your drink.

"Caciocavallo Podolico," Matt remarked casually, returning to his newspaper.

"Excuse me?"

"The cheese you described, it's called Caciocavallo Podolico," he reiterated.

"You know, I should be used to it now, but I'm not. Don't think I'll ever be. How on earth do you know this stuff?" you insisted incredulously.

"Read it once," he shrugged, "And it's actually pretty famous as far as cheeses go."

"Catch-a-vayo Picadillo..." you murmured.

"No," Matt interjected succinctly. "Anything you want to go over again? We have the time, Lord knows."

You sighed.

"Can't think of anything right now. What did you think of the list of questions I sent you?"

"Very good," he nodded, "I'll be adding a few of my own, that I think should come from me, if you don't mind."

You swirled the ice in your plastic cup.

"Of course not. Thanks again for coming with me, I'd be pretty lost without you."

Matt smiled at you again, reaching over to squeeze your arm.

"You'd do just fine. But you would be flying coach."

You smirked and cracked open your book. As you flipped to your marked page, a colorful, sturdy rectangle of paper fluttered to the ground at Matt's feet. He reached down and picked it up, regarding it with a curious eye before you could snatch it quickly away and tuck it back between the pages of My Antonia.

"New bookmark?" he queried.

"Something like that," you murmured.

You thought he might press you further about the Hangul characters he had surely noted on the back, but just then the captain's voice crackled over the intercom reiterating the weather conditions in Seoul and you took the opportunity to bury your nose back between the pages. You glanced clandestinely over at Matt, who had settled back into the Korean Herald, before pulling the little watercolor card from between the pages where it had been hurriedly concealed. Your eyes traced over the purple clematis trailing elegantly across the illustration as you wondered if 12 hours was, in fact, a millisecond or an eternity.

-End Ch. 1-

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Hear me out:

Mafia AU.

In the city of Krat, there are several murders being committed in the city whose vital clues to solve these cases always goes missing. The murders always has the victim strangulated and hung up in display with the message: Ergo is death.

Here comes fresh junior detective: Romeo. A fresh graduate from the academy, raring to solve these cases and put a dent on the crime-ridden city, including putting a stop to Ergo, a miracle-drug that plagued the streets that promised to cure all ailments and give the user euphoria (if they can survive the side-effects after).

Keen for details, Romeo starts to see patterns in these murders that other officers are unable to connect, and is able to determine the next victim. One day, he catches the murderer: a masked man with long silver hair, just after committing the act. The masked man is surprised to be caught, and Romeo manages to pin the man down and begins asking questions.

But a bullet grazes his shoulder, and when he looks up, he sees a figure in the shadow before Romeo gets shoved off and the masked man escapes.

And thus he goes down a rabbit hole of who these men are, unbeknownst to him, his little encounter with them had piqued an interest of a mastermind.

It becomes a game of cat and mouse that frustrated Romeo until,

One day, Romeo comes close to another murder scene-- or what WAS supposed to be another murder, but it was a trap for him instead.

He finds himself locked in a room with a young man with hazel eyes sitting on a table. Romeo tries to reach for his gun but the young man clicks his tongue

Carlo: I wouldn't do that if I were you.

Romeo hears a swift swish of cloth behind him, and suddenly there is a garrote wire pressing against his neck.

Carlo: I'm sure you're familiar with my little brother's calling card and I'd hate it if we'd have to use it to you.

Carlo comes close to Romeo and trails a finger on the wire pressing on Romeo's neck.

Carlo: I mean, I do like you detective. You saw through our false leads, you figured out our pattern. You're the first person to come this close and you have a lot of potential.

Romeo: I'm not joining you.

Carlo: Oh sure. And miss out the chance in retrieving the evidences you need to incriminate us?

Carlo reveals the missing evidence that Romeo needs to finish the cases and lock them up

Romeo: What?

And so, Romeo learns that the mysterious duo are the sons of an infamous mafia leader that is one of the people behind the Ergo-drug that plagues the streets. All the victims were Ergo-importers or important sub-sect leaders whose deaths helps to diminish the influence of the mafia leaders in the city.

Basically, the brothers want to see the downfall of the black empire in the city. And in other to do that, they had to play the game themselves.

Romeo: Why are you telling me this?

Carlo: Because now you have these choices: Walk away from this empty-handed and no one will ever believe you, none of the cases will be ever be solved and this city will go to ruins, or let's say, you do walk away with any of this evidences--

Carlo slides his hands into Romeo's coat pockets and plucks out one of the evidences Romeo tried to steal.

Carlo: You are going out of here inside a body bag.

Carlo smiles

Carlo: Or you can join us and actually fight back. Bring justice to the victims of Ergo and stop all of this madness. You take care of the "legal" things and we take care of all the blood.

And while it took some convincing and maybe a few arguments and misadventures, Romeo does join them. Carlo and him shakes hands, and Romeo finally sees the face behind the mask and the silver-haired wig of Carlo's twin, Pinocchio.

(Romeo: Pinocchio, that's actually his name? Carlo: Our mother loved the story. You have a problem with that? Pino: *deliberately staring at Romeo while he winds his garrotte wire* Romeo: No no. I just-- I do appreciate that he stuck to the 'puppet and his garotte string' theme.)

Then he meets the rest of the team, the sponsor and insider: Venigni and the weapon arms-dealer: Eugenie.

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Well, that's all for today folks! That's all that I can think about. I'm not sure if I even got the Mafia thing right, this is just based of what I can remember from the Mafia AUs I used to love years back.

I just enjoyed thinking of Carlo as a mastermind while Pino is his right-hand man in destroying the mafia group of the city, and Romeo as a detective who eventually learns to keep up with the twins and make his own mark (whether as a good detective fighting evil or even joining the dark side to fight the darkness, I'll leave it up to your interpretation). Kind of like 'we work in the darkness to serve the light' thing.

Goodnight!

#mafia au for the carmeo peeps #Carmeo #lies of p romeo #lies of p carlo #lies of p #well possible carmeo in the future #im a little embarrassed posting this but eh what the heck #we do love some AUs right

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Been chatting a lot with @wardenswateringhole about @bluebellowl’s 1950’s au and ended up making kinda our own spin off that we’re calling ShadowedCross au. So here’s Pecha! Bio and what she does in that au under the cut:

Pecha Dynastinae Webb

Age: 26

Height: 5’6”

Brown hair

Hazel eyes

Grew up raised by a single father whom she is very close to. Originally wanted to be a baseball player but was stunted from this goal by a ban on women playing major league baseball. From there, she poured her heart into other passion, entomology studies, at college. Met her best friends, Ilona and Everett, while taking biology classes and would help them research ways on how to cure Ilona’s illness. She would continue this research with Everett in secret when Ilona gave up.

A hopeless romantic and optimist to the point of naivety, Pecha believes there’s good in everyone despite how bad they appear to be. She is much more book smart than social or street smart, but retains her quick thinking in critical situations from playing baseball. She also still has a mean throwing arm and is a fast runner.

One day, after a brief hangout with friends, Pecha came home only to hear sounds of distress coming from her father’s office. She would walk in to find her dad painfully transforming into a bug monster. Despite calling out to him, her father flees out the window and Pecha tries to follow him in vain. Her father left behind lots of research on magical bugs and Pecha began reading though it in a desperate attempt to find a cure for her father. She severely lacked the money to buy equipment to help her, however.

Once finding that one of her friends, Ilona, has been cursed as well and is being kept by Joseph Cross at his mansion, Pecha offers a business deal to him as a way to not only get funding for her research, but also to be able to stay close enough to help Ilona. In return for Cross’s funds, Pecha makes non-lethal weapons that give his men an edge.

Finding a cure is only half the battle, however, as Pecha quickly finds another person or thing may be tracking down her father as well…

#shadowedcross au #oc pecha #peachy draws #posting this one today and letting the rest queue up day after day…

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trojanteapot · 11 months

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Obligatory Infinity Train Fanfic Plug I Guess

I have some new followers since I posted about my Infinity Train cosplay process so I guess now's a good time to plug my boring overly-long fanfics that are mostly sad and stuff.

SHIPPING FICS

RYMIN:

Ain't No Cure For Love: Ryan and Min-Gi perform their first gig in Montreal. Min-Gi wants to confess his feelings. (First fic I ever wrote probably a bit rough now and the only fic without any sort of theme besides "love wins" i guess) It Can't Be Helped: Takes place in the mid-2000s when Ryan and Min-Gi's band have become quite successful and are touring East Asia. Ryan has some cultural identity issues to overcome at the age of like, 40-something. (This one is much much better than the first Rymin fic, and is about more than just shipping. I did a ton of research into Japanese-Canadians and Korean-Canadians for it as well! Shout-out to my partner for his huge role in shaping this fic as he is Japanese-Canadian himself.)

GRIMON:

Raison d'Etre (PART 1) (PART 2): Post-Canon AU where Simon survives the Train. Grace and Simon spend about 4 years apart from each other living their own lives on Earth, but one day Grace shows up randomly in Quebec to pay Simon a visit. Traumatic wounds get reopened, things get emotional, philosophical, maybe even a little... sociopolitical? Also interspersed between Grace and Simon's little dates are flashbacks to the Train that explain exactly how Simon managed to leave the Train in this AU.

I separated it into two halves because the second half contains smut. However, the second half kind of needs to be read for there to be a complete story. The smut is entirely skippable and doesn't contribute to the overarching plot so I do encourage you to read both halves.

(Also of note is that this takes place not in the "present" but in the past (2018), because I am An Old Person(TM) and so I made Grace and Simon millennials. And I also didn't want to write about the pandemic. It's not that noticeable and you can ignore that timeline fuckery if you want.)

True Love Waits: (VERY VERY CURSED) Sort of not a shipping fic? But Grace gets pregnant here and we all know who the father is! So Grace needs to leave the Train before the baby is born. Canon complacent so Simon is dead. (TW: other than pregnancy there's also thoughts of self-harm and mentions of abortion)

Leave It In My Dreams: Grace's sad nightmare in Alma Mater but from Simon's perspective.

Shame On You, Blue-Eyed Fox: Grace lets her guard down and harassed by a rookie cop. Simon finally makes himself useful for once in his entire life. (TW: real world racism obviously.)

GENERAL FICS

Alma Mater: Post-Canon. Tulip starts college, is very typically Tulip about it, but she befriends an older student named Grace Monroe who helps her through it. However, Tulip comes to learn that she and Grace have more in common than they realized at first. Also Jesse and Lake get thrown into the mix and drama ensues. (Mostly canon complacent except for 1. time period, and 2. Grace is from California, not DC, but her parents work in DC.)

Initial State: A side story to Raison d'Etre. After Simon realizes he's wrong he works with the Cat to bring his number down and leave the Train. But this isn't as easy as he thought especially when he meets a denizen he's recently met before, but never expected to meet again (becausehekilledherlol).

Semi-Automatic Lonely Boy: Prequel to Raison d'Etre. Just a series of vignettes of Simon's life after returning to Earth. (TW: depictions of self-harm) Other than It Can't Be Helped, this is the other fanfic that I am the most proud of so far. Literally went and relearned French to write some of the dialogue in this.

I'll Get It Right Sometime (ongoing): Four years after Book 3, Hazel and Amelia have a pretty decent life on the Train. But this peace is interrupted when Hazel meets a passenger and decides to help him through the Train. How can Amelia keep Hazel safe? Who is this passenger anyway? Why is the Cat so interested in interfering? Why is Simon somehow involved?! Why is JESSE somehow involved?!?!??! (Note: I think Hazel ages normally, so she's 10 years old in this one.) This is also my most ambitious fanfic yet. I have an Entire Homestuck Reference chapter, a Reddit chapter, and I plan to have several Discord chapters.

#infinity train #infinity train fanfic #infinity train fanfiction #rymin #grimon #tulip olsen #jesse cosay #lake infinity train #grace monroe #simon laurent #ryan akagi #min gi park #amelia hughes #hazel infinity train #samantha the cat #you can tell i have a thing for naming fics after songs or lyrics

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tea-moon-ster · 4 months

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Random snoops with no context from fics I'm writing

Because it's been a while! All characters belong to @lumosinlove .

Pre O'Darwin

Kasey shook his head. “I’m good, thanks.”

At that, Alex frowned slightly, moving on his feet. “Why not?” he asked softly. “We haven’t done something like this in forever.”

Kasey opened and closed his mouth a few times, watching Alex’s expectant smile falling in a frown. What could he say that wasn’t I can’t stand that girl being all over you?

When I grow up

“Jules,” Remus called, trying to mask his amusement by clearing his throat, “Tell Dad what you’re doing, buddy.”

The kid didn’t even look up from his toys, too focused. “Hafta get ready.”

“Oh yeah? And where are you going, champ?”

“With Rey. We goin’ to school tomorrow.”

Lyall’s heart was about to explode, and he had to lean on the doorframe and suppress the strangled noise coming from his chest. “Is that so? You’re going to college?”

“Yes.”

Lyall shared a look with Remus, both making a valiant effort not to laugh. He crossed his arms in mock concern. “You’re leaving Mom and I all alone at home?”

“Yes."

“Isn’t it a little early for college, buddy?”

“’s okay, Dada, I’ll be with Rey.”

Indiana Cubs!

He lowered his gaze to the maps. God, how long had it been since one of their adventures? Bonfires in the jungle, climbing mountains and running from authorities or native tribes. The tremor in his palms, the looks of pure adrenaline they exchanged and the grins just for the two of them. Finn traveled to retrieve ancient treasures. Logan followed because of those private moments.

A hand covered his own, just in the middle of the yellowing Atlantic Ocean.

“Hey,” Finn whispered softly. “Come on. We’ll be careful. I have everything under control.”

…

Logan ducked his head to avoid another series of arrows coming from the walls, trying to run faster than the giant stone behind them, getting closer and closer.

“Finn, you have nothing under control!”

Social Media O'Knutzy and O'Darwin

Finally, Finn and Alex were grinning at the camera in an identical lopsided smile. “The last ingredient for the perfect throuple,” Finn started, “Is a pretty, cuddly shortie with a spicy side. A hobbit, if you will—”

He was interrupted by a hat entering the frame and hitting him right in the face, followed by various insults in French. Finn doubled and groaned, a hand going to his offended forehead as Alex watched the scene unimpressed.

He turned to the camera with a raised brow and shrugged. “As he was saying, with a spicy side.”

From Hazel's Zombie Au...

Just…just do what I asked you, yeah?

Remus patted the pocket of his vest, where two letters were secured. All that was left of the man. He hadn’t wanted to tell him his name. Easier for both of us, he’d said. Remus had died to insist, but he couldn’t. The man was already doing so much, by simply letting Remus inject what was a first try of the cure, a draft and nothing more, in his failing body.

A small smile, and warm eyes.

Call me Mars.

#lou's snoops #lumosinlove

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108garys · 6 months

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Grief

Returning to the hector clarke au aka the girlboss timeline for prompt 29 in which, after a series of very public humiliations, Samuel Carver expirences a rather short lived grief(I felt like the expected clarke family tragedy take on this prompt is something already covered a lot even in only my previous LHtober scribbles so I wanted to do something completely different)

Also what do you think of my picture of Hazel Carver and Mayor Anne Clarke?

(alt version and in depth explanation undercut)

In this version Samuel after a few too many defaces the papers before his obvious fate

And to explain the order of events, Samuel was co-director of the family business with his daughter hazel in canon but for this au he hands it all off to Hazel to focus on his reelection campaign. Hazel works with the unions to keep the factory afloat and that leaves a mark on his reputation given he was the only one apposed to the solution that would save hundreds of people's jobs and in a surprise to everyone but especially him, Anne Clarke gets elected as mayor after being a pillar of the community for decades. The cherry on top is Leonard Carson being exposed as Samuel Carver's affair child and his wife who had been keeping quiet for reputation reasons files for divorce

One day Hector will be old enough to put little hope back on the map but before that could happen the town needed to be cured of what was killing it

@kassiekolchek22 @delurkr @tatjana-fantasy @blubary

#Little hope #the dark pictures anthology #the dark pictures little hope #Samuel Carver #reverend carson #Anne Clarke #hazel carver #The hector clarke au #The girlboss timeline #lhtober #scribblings

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steadymongerbatscissors · 8 months

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Leo Valdez Headcanons In My Dream Team Seven AU

Apperance

-A piece of his right ear is missing from his time on the streets making his left ear the only pointy one.

-His hair is black not brown.

-Has eyes that are brown and he thinks their boring but Thalia always says she thinks there pretty. Not a lot of people see them though cause his hair is in eyes most of the time.

-Speaking of hair,his is super curly. It’s so bad to the point Drew broke a straightener trying to straighten his hair.

-Finally his face, to start off he has a bad burn scar from birth that covers most of the right side of his face and parts of his right arm.

-It’s a side effect of being born a fire user.

-Mostly covered in grease and soot cause he works in machine shop a lot.

-Has a sort of lean build to where he is’t scrawny but he isn’t ginormous either.

-Wears a lot of tank tops with his moms army jacket during the war but after it Drew makes him go out and get new clothes.

Relationships

-Reyna like in canon acts as his big sister and is more than willing to slap if he does something insensitive but will throw hands if anybody insults him.

-Frank and him are cool but they aren’t gonna go out of their way to hang out with each other. They’re sort of like the school friend you don’t talk to after school.

-Jason is the closet thing Leo has to a brother and when he goes into his coma during the events of my version of ToA. He is pretty torn up about it with Thalia. Speaking of Thalia.

-Thalia is the only person Leo can ever he says he loves in a romantic way because in my version he is demisexual. So yeah they are super close and basically each others soft spot.

-Hazel & Drew are the annoying little sisters that he would kill a bitch for hurting.

-Coach Hedge is the dad Leo never had. He also is the one who trained Leo in his fire powers. He was super happy when he got to meet Coach Hedges baby.

-Him and Hephaestus aren’t cool cause you know abandonment. There also the fact that Harley was born when Leo’s mom was killed. So yeah he was pretty pissed to learn that.

-Gaea and Leo have an actual hatred for each other so bad. Like take what Kronos and Percy had but multiple it by a million.

-Leo dosen’t really care about Percy & Annabeth all that much and just deals with them because Thalia is cool with them.

Powers

-In my adaptation Leo’s powers are way stronger than canon.

-Like even in water you can’t really put out his fire unless you knock him out.

-He can take his fire up a knock with blue or even greek fire. It how they killed the shrimpzilla in my version.

-He can also fly because it’s stupid that Rick never took that opportunity and gave him that power.

-He also rarely gets sick because he such a high internal temperature.

-In a sort of final move he can release all his fire powers in a explosion like the human torch’s nova flame except his is green cause his highest output is greek fire.

-Though he does kill himself using this move and was revived by the physician’s cure. His birth scars get worse even after using the physician’s cure.

Edit:He can charge up his explodey power but if he use too much charge he can seriously hurt himself and maybe lose a limb.

#heroes of olympus #leo valdez #thalia grace #reyna avila ramirez arellano #jason grace #drew tanaka #hazel levesque #frank zhang #percy jackson #annabeth chase #dream team seven au #I saw leo have burn scars and couldn’t stop thinking of it #leo is hella demisexual #in my version at least #thaleo

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little-annie · 1 year

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Steddie Wild West AU

What is this? I don't really know. A WIP of sorts. An idea that came to mind in the middle of the night.

Eddie's a Robin Hood type and meets Steve when he tries to rob his families Inn (the bar at the Inn.)

I have tons of ideas for this but essentially first Steve helps Eddie hide from the law, gets to know him, develops feelings and eventually might help Eddie steal from the Harrington businesses to help fund an orphanage where all the kids from The Party currently reside.

Give me some Wild West Steddie Headcannons or ideas in general, I need more inspiration.

I'm writing this at 2am, so bare with me, but I want ya'lls input

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1886

Steven James Harrington -son of business mogul Richard James Harrington- can be found tending the bar or working the counter at any number of the family business. The Inn, the Bar, the General Store and on the very rare occasion the Bank.

You see, to be a Harrington means to be a man of business, a man of high society and tittle. A man with his head held high and his shoulders squared, ready to take on the world.

That's all Richard wishes for his son.

And though Steven's many of those things, he's also so much more.

Many of his outstanding traits come from his late mother; Jillian Elsie Thomas. A woman of a warm heart and caring smile, of a voice so similar to that of the sound of a bird's melody.

His memories of her are distant, nearing on fifteen years past. Jillian had succumbed to the Black Lung when Steven hadn't yet met his tenth birthday. Their days together were shortened by a plague that took her West in search of a cure, where she fell victim to the disease along the trail. Or so the letters from her travelling companion claimed.

He and his father held a small graveside service. A bodiless casket laid buried within the dirt, concealing articles of her life left behind. Her favourite garments, photos and flowers. Wild Bluebells slept atop the rest, perfectly laid to wilt over the cover of a well worn novel. (Insert novel name.)

Memories of his mother keep Steve alive and moving in the days where his father's presence weighs heavy on his soul. There's an icy feeling that accompanies his father into any room, the lack of love and compassion so visible in the dark hollows of the man's eyes.

Those are the times where he imagines a gentle smile and caring arms holding him close. Times where Bluebells sat present in every room of the expansive Harrington estate. Times where love was present in his life. Present in the form of hazel eyes, a voice akin to nature's melody and a mother whose heart was big enough to hold the world.

It's her of all things that comes to mind when he's held at gunpoint behind the bar of the Inn. It's her and the Bluebells sitting not more than a foot away on the bartop that tells him this man means no harm, that he's just lost. Just lost or scared or doing what in his mind's eye is right for his life.

It's the depth of onyx in the man's eyes, nearly shielded by a curly, sweat covered fringe stuck to his forehead and the black, sun kissed bandana that hides the remainder of his face. It's the reflection of Bluebells in piercing eyes that makes him put his hands up in surrender, calmly claiming, "Take all you need, there's more in the back if it's not enough."

It's the glimmer of confusion in the man's eyes, the furrow of his brow like he's taken by surprise, stunned to silence and stillness, that tells Steve he's not far off in his previous assessment.

The few patrons of the bar pay them no mind, too drunk off their asses to even realise the gunman in the room.

Within the tense silence, the floorboards creak beneath the shift of Steve's weight as he quietly backs up and speaks, hands still raised in surrender, "Take what you need," he repeats with a gentle nod to the register.

A gun merely inches from his face, Steve watches the dark eyed man cautiously move towards the till, taking a step forward as Steve takes a step back. It's a slow dance of short steps and deep breaths until the man is faced with his bounty. He eyes Steve cautiously once again, gun still held high and ready, before looking back to the till and throwing in every last bill and silver dollar.

There's a ruckus outside, indescribable shouting and the whiny of a horse and then several more. The volume grows and soon enough there's the thud of boots and spurs clambering against the decking of the outside walk.

The movements of the gunman hasten and in an instant he has an arm around Steve's waist, hand holding the sack of cash as the other holds a gun taut beneath Steve's chin. The metal of the barrel's cold and biting, a harsh reminder of his reality but through the fog of rising fear Steve can feel the tremor of the arm around his middle and the stuttered breath that's beating against his ear.

The gunman remains silent, almost as if he's frozen in fear himself, nearly indiscernible skips of his breath accompanying the pounding of boots outside. His grip on Steve's waist tightens and the barrel of the gun painfully jams further under his chin as a voice bellows from outside, "Munson we know you're in there!"

Although he's beginning to shake with fear himself, jerking his head back and away from the metal of the gun, Steve still sees the Bluebells on the bartop in front of him and remembers the kindness that was instilled into him in his early years.

The soft voice of a woman who only ever saw the best in the world. The actions he remembers so plainly witnessing from his perch on his mother's hip. A scenario not far off from his current, a gunman had stormed the General Store, tattered clothes and gun in hand but nothing more than fear and helplessness in his eyes. It took his mother no more than a second breath to allow the man to take what he needed, offering him a bowl of stew and bed by the fire for the night before he left.

It's a wild scenario even when he thinks of it now, but sometimes all someone needs in their life is to know that someone cares enough to sacrifice their own needs for that of a stranger.

And maybe it's crazy, but with a gun to his chin and heady scent of tobacco and sweat filling his senses Steve calmly says, "Let me help you. "

"Why should I trust you?"

The man growls into his ear and other than the first muttered words they shared, it's the most Steve's heard the man speak. His voice is deep, raspy, something that lights a fire in Steve's core as it vibrates through his bones.

There's another shout from outside, its timber sounding awfully close to the building's front doors, "Munson!"

Steve shuffles his weight back into the man, chancing to cock his head to meet his eyes, "Because I'm your only chance of getting out of here. I'm sure Hop has the place surrounded."

He watches as the man searches his eyes, pressure of the metal to his chin and the arm around his waist eases slightly. For a crazy moment he mourns the loss of grip around his middle, then the man speaks, stern, commanding, "Get me outta here then."

Steve nods to the door at the end of the hall, "Get us in there. The last door."

With great reluctance does the gunman back them down the hall, grip still around Steve's waist and gun still to his chin, though the pressure is much less threatening than it is just for show.

The man nearly kicks the door in, shouldering his way past the wooden frame and into the room. "Now what?" He growls, voice less gruff and strained as it beats against Steve's ear.

"We wait," Steve states plainly and if he could see the man's face, he's sure he'd see him slack jawed in awe and confusion.

He shoves Steve towards the bed, sending him clambering to its mattress in a breathless heap. He himself settles in the chair on the opposite end of the room.

A weird silence takes over the atmosphere and Steve's about to speak when there's another shout that no doubt comes from within the walls of the Inn.

It's the sheriff, without a doubt and if Steve wants to keep this man -criminal- lost soul- brown eyed man with wild curls- safe and hidden, he's going to have to go out there and face Hopper. He sits up from the bed slowly, hands again raised in surrender, "I gotta go out there, otherwise they're gonna start searching rooms and find you. Hide and I'll let you know when the coast is clear."

What he can see of the man's expression looks sceptical, but he seems to understand he has no other choice. He nods, which Steve meekly returns and reaches for the doorknob, whispering one last reminding, "Hide."

When he reaches the bar Steve's met with Sheriff Hopper, a wild look in his eyes as gives Steve a once over, "That Munson kid come through here? Deputy Carver thought he saw him come in with a gun."

For a moment Steve's struck with having to formulate a lie, but with a flash of desperate brown eyes rushing through his mind, he seemingly blurts out something believable. In a jumble of rushed, panicked words he describes how the man held him at gunpoint but fled the scene before any authority could arrive.

It's apparently enough , that and the promise if he ever sees the man that he'll turn him in. Though Steve knows that's a lie.

He waits until he hears the trot of hoofs dissipating down the dirt street to move, takes a once over of the five drunks scattered about and moves to grab a bottle of whiskey from the bar before he retreats to the room where apparently a hardened criminal lays hidden.

The door creaks open and the hardwood planks groan beneath Steve's feet as he cautiously enters what appears to be an empty room. He sits on the bed and quietly calls, "Munson? They're gone."

It takes a few seconds but eventually the closest door cracks open and brown eyes peek out from within its depths. They're cautious, possibly even scared when they meet Steve's from across the room.

Munson creeps out of the closet, inching his way back onto the chair in the corner before he relaxes, loose limbed, head falling back with a huff. He pulls his banana down and speaks to the ceiling, "Why are you doing this?"

Steve can't help but contemplate his response, 'the Bluebells on the bar top reminded me of my mother and the way she handled everything with kindness. Guess you looked like you could use some of that kindness.' Yeah no, that sounds a bit too mushy, almost too revealing to offer a stranger.

He lands on, "I dunno. You seemed like the type to not do this sort of thing unless it's deeply necessary."

Munson hums contemplative and nods.

Steve's quiet for a moment, admiring the man before him, hands resting lazily threaded over his stomach, head still thrown back and legs wide and lazy. He can't help but admire the long line of Munson's neck, something about it's intriguing.

Not to mention the hint of scars he's now noticing along the man's neck and jawline, peeking out from his rumpled shirt collar. Silver and weathered along pale tissue. Steve can't help but wonder their origin and the reason for their beauty.

Munson hums again, eyes still glued to the ceiling above, "Can ya quit staring, I know they're ugly."

"Not ugly," Steve plainly states, a sudden warmth in his cheeks, pulling the cork from the whiskey bottle with a 'pop'

With that noise Munson's head rises and Steve offers with an outstretched hand, "Whiskey?"

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There's the first little blurb. Give me all of the opinions please lol I need ideas.

#eddie munson #steve harrington #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #steddie fandom #steddie fanfiction #steve x eddie #eddie x steve #stevexeddie #steddie #wild west au #steddie au #stranger things au #cowboy steddie #steddie ficlet #steddie fic rec #steddie fic #steddie wild west

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yonemurishiroku · 1 year

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Imagine Erebus, Nyx, and Tartarus look after Nico and Hazel? It will be cool to see Tartarus healing Nico trauma?

The suggestion that Tartarus, the very root of a large portion of Nico's traumas, can somehow be the cure to said traumas is driving up the wall.

I can build a whole AU about Erebus and Nyx taking Nico under their wings (I alr did), and I do have many visions in which Tartarus seizes control over Nico (again. alr did), but I have never - not once - considered it. him. whetever. to heal Nico, of all things.

That is to say, if we look at the fact that Tartatus is a primordial whose body is used as a prison and Nico has come to him twice, I can see the connection. You don't visit someone more than once without at least making acquaintance.

In fact, Nico's the only demigod who returns. If I was Tartarus, as it turns out, it's quite sensible to say I might take interest in him. I'm not saying it's a good thing tho lmao that depends.

Furthermore, it's canon that Tartarus is still plaguing Nico in his nightmares. In a way, it's a form of keeping contact. lmao. obviously romanticizing Nico's trauma. But still.

I have yet to form a complete view of the healing part though - more like, extensive traumas but let's not stray that way - so there's that lolol.

#tartarus (pjo)#nico di angelo #pjo #hoo #toa #yone rambling #percy jackson and the olympians #heroes of olympus #trials of apollo #the sun and the star: a nico di angelo adventure #the sun and the star #tsats #nico and tartarus #erebus (pjo)#nyx (pjo)#nico and erebus #yone headcanon

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maskyartist · 1 year

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had to get the headshots outta my system since thats all i got in me today but more aus i forgot to mention here that yall will probably enjoy! this time featuring angst :)

my ramblings are under the read more but enjoy them :D father son trauma so much bonding,,,,

once again me n @rexidot got opinions n thoughts n they all revolve around dadpin :D

essentially Salem created a new kind of Grimm, one that has the ability to infect humans. If done correctly, she can transform them into grimm. A sorta early prototype to what she does during V8 with the S.E.W yknow?

the infection seeps through the bloodstream and enters through open wounds. from there it travels to the brain first, attacking your mentality and slowly corrupting you from the inside out.

effects include-

high chances of sudden aggression and rage

extreme resilience to pain

human mentality slowly dwindling into a feral-like state

tougher skin

sharper vision (partial color blindness downside)

invisible to Grimm (due to them sensing emotion, the Infection drowns out the scent and causes them to think you're one of them)

inability to use Aura on effected skin and muscle, making wounds permanent/more dangerous on infected skin

And eventually fully turning you into a Grimm. or at least a very animal-like human

theres also one more effect Salem didnt plan on, and thats the ability to command Grimm yourself if you are infected long enough. risk reward n all that.

during the travel to Mistral and Haven, Ozpin had Oscar train before and during their trip to the station. unfortunately instead of finding Hazel, a Grimm attacks them and being a new kind, Ozpin was woefully unprepared causing his son to get hurt. the Grimm dies but Ozpin watches in horror as the inky blackness quickly begins seeping up his son's arm and into his very body.

in a moment of pure panic, Ozpin yanks Oscar close and reaches deep within his old old soul to pull out that sweet sweet magic, using it to take half the infection from Oscar. think 60/40. it stopped it from rushing so quickly, but the damage was done. both of them were infected now and it was only a matter of time before it got worse.

of course this Grimm hadnt been around before. it was only just created by the time volume 4 began, meaning some sort of cure was basically impossible to find or create. Ozpin simply settled for keeping an eye on his and Oscar's condition to make sure it didnt get worse

it did :)

eventually the infection traveled from arm to brain, seeping into their minds and effecting their thoughts, as well as physically showing on their faces. the mental effects kick in during the battle of Haven where Oscar gets hurt by Hazel, who threw him to get to Ozpin, and Ozpin practically snapping and going as hard as he possibly could to protect his son. absolutely feral he was screaming and playing as dirty as possible, at some point he bit Hazel??? he managed to hit him so fast so hard the pain broke through Hazel's semblance and that caused the fighting around them to pause just briefly

the physical effects (as shown above) begin to appear during the Brunswick farm and the full effect (eye change and proper heavy lines connecting to the face and spreading downwards) happened at the Arc house with high tensions. the infection gets worse with stress, more powerful when the mind is on high alert, so staying calm is essential.

Ozpin eventually has to admit that like with Salem, he has no plan for this. he wants to take more infection from Oscar but that'd just doom him and if they lose this body now it'll be hell to start over, hes too deep in

Oscar meanwhile is just...scared. he left his aunt wanting bigger better things, to be a hero like his papa, but now hes just afraid

theres cloqwork and rosegarden content too we got it ALL

so yeah thats what we got for now :)

#masky says #rwby #infection au #professor ozpin #oscar pine #dadpin content #i really do like this au a lot but its definitely better written then drawn since not much changes during the story just a bigger focus on-#oz n oscar :)

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mwebber · 1 year

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ghibli-esque magical realism au where teenage mark is cursed to transform into this loping beast of a dog after killing a forest spirit at the behest of his father and wanders the wilderness resigned to his fate when..

lo and behold, he meets another spirit (seb) who demands that he show them the world beyond the forest to search for their brother in exchange for finding the cure to his predicament

they embark on the journey together as hesitant partners, mark with a lingering distrust of spirits/magical beings, and seb with the humiliation that they need to shackle themselves to this useless lump of fur if they want to go beyond the boundaries of their home and find their lost sibling

they eventually become friends, with mark letting his walls down, and seb getting humbled by the great big world..

but gasp! it turns out seb never knew how to cure mark and they were just using him, even though they feel really bad about it bc now they have Feelings, and it's doubly troubling because seb needs a tether to mark's soul to survive outside the forest, but mark doesn't feel particularly inclined to help seb after getting betrayed............

uh oh! time is running out on the cure for mark's condition, and everything is going to shit for both of them, and mark leaves it to the very last possible second before he decides not to be a killer again, and he very reluctantly comes back to save seb at the cost of time he could have spent searching for a cure

seb is sooo relieved but when mark confesses why he saved them, the dots connect and seb wants to curse mark forever and ever for what he did

but the au is about breaking cycles of pain, so after an angsty and mostly silent journey home, seb and mark choose forgiveness before parting ways.....

mark goes to sleep at the edge of the forest as a beast and wakes up as a boy again. he can't perceive magic anymore in this form, but he can see seb bc they're still tied by their souls, and seb doesn't look like a weird talking tree shrub anymore, but a ghostly blonde kid who looks to be around mark's age, peering at him from just inside the treeline

when seb tries to step outside the border of the forest, they're stopped--not even their link to mark can make them manifest into something corporeal

but mark can enter the forest, and he can hug seb! he vows to love the forest and magical beings and reject his father's teachings

seb is like, love all magical beings equally?? or

and mark is like, no, well. i think i might like one magical being more than the rest

they share an innocent kiss and live happily ever

(mark eventually becomes a hermit of an old man living in a quaint cottage in the forest and taking care of the wildlife... when he passes away, a she-wolf gives birth to a pup in the very same forest near seb's tree. it opens its hazel-green eyes, and seb knows immediately that they and mark are tied forever <3)

#totally not one really big metaphor disguised as a love story.#anyway i feel much better after nutrition and water. water does wonders #idk what to call this au but i've been thinking about it on and off for the last week or so #twilight prince #<- ??#admittedly very zelda inspired #plot roast

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ivyprism · 7 months

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Zombie Apocalypse AU (Info Dump: Sonas and Skeleton Boys)

Warnings: Zombies, death, virus, fighting, etc.

Arche - Undertale Zombie Apocalypse Sans

Personality: He's a laid-back skeleton, but he's hyperaware. He is not afraid to kill in order to defend his family. Because monsters are immune to the infection, he isn't scared to get his hands dirty and takes care of whatever wounds he has. He is willing to charge into situations, although he typically stays back as a last line of defense. He is incredibly nice and frequently cares for any survivor he can, but his main goal is to keep any people safe from the virus that is spreading. He's a bit of a jerk who attempts to keep the world's stories alive as they rebuild it from the ground up.

Appearance: He is a skeleton with blue eyelights. He has a large scar on his right eye while having other smaller cracks and wounds on his body.

Almond - Undertale Zombie Apocalypse Papyrus

Personality: He is a fearless and brave skeleton. He looks after people and possesses numerous leadership qualities. He serves as a mediator and aids in the protection of people. He is a very nice person who would often try to give any zombie killed a decent burial. He tries hard to save humans and others by pushing himself into the conflict because monsters are immune to the infection. He is an expert at safeguarding others. He is upbeat and wants to stay that way. He is one of the last defenders. He adores children and acts as a mentor and teacher for them.

Appearance: He is a skeleton with orange eyelights. He has three scars on his eye that cross at the bottom of his eye. He has cracks and wounds on his body.

Hesperis - Undertale Zombie Apocalypse H

Personality: She is nervous and anxious. She is a little shy but really sweet. She devotes her time and energy to rebuilding the shattered society, and she frequently visits Arche and Almond. She is putting in a lot of effort to find a cure for the virus. She frequently tries to assist when she can, but she is frightened of being transformed into a zombie, which makes her feel like a coward. She uses her abilities to help others and works as hard as she can. She is very creative and teaches children how to read as well as the value of self-expression. She is frequently terrified of what might happen and the future.

Appearance: She is a human with long wavy brown hair tied up in a ponytail. She is about 5'1". She has hazel eyes and broken old glasses. She has a chubby-ish appearance. She has a small scar on her right eye and a ton of scars on her body.

Sriracha - Horrortale Zombie Apocalypse Sans

Personality: He is a furious and powerful natural force. He is not scared to fight others and is extremely forceful and violent when it comes to threats to his friends and loved ones. He suffers from a deep fear of rejection and is frequently uneasy and closed in around loved ones. He isn't scared to push himself into the conflict because the virus doesn't harm monsters, and he is quite fierce in the center. He has a garden that he frequently tends to. He also keeps animals. He vividly recalls the famine and wishes to prevent it from happening again.

Appearance: He is a skeleton monster. His right eye is a gentle blue and his left is a white. He has a large gaping crack in his skull on his left side that cracks down to his cheekbone through his eye.

Sugar - Horrortale Zombie Apocalypse Papyrus

Personality: He is a bright and cheery skeleton who is clinging to hope. Because monsters are immune to the virus, he tries to go after people even in the most dire of circumstances. He is very skilled at assisting others and enjoys teaching children. When it comes to protecting his loved ones, he is fierce and forceful. Despite being a polite and caring skeleton, he is afraid and is frequently seen nervously glancing around. He might be a bit of a mother hen and caustic, but he longs for love and connection. He makes every effort to assist his brother with the farm.

Appearance: He is a skeleton. His right eye is orange and his left is white. He has four scars on his left eye that start from the top of his skull down to his cheek.

Helichrysum - Horrortale Zombie Apocalypse H

Personality: She is a very patient and calm person. She's not afraid to go for the neck and is willing to risk her life to save everyone. She strives tirelessly to find an antidote or reversal for this cursed infection. She is concerned about everyone and ensures that they are well fed and cared for. She has a pleasant temper, but if you put her to the test too much, she will give you the cold shoulder and become blunt and harsh. She is quite nice, and people frequently come to her when they need to chat to someone. She is extremely hesitant to kill, yet she will if necessary.

Appearance: She is a human woman with hazel eyes. She has a large nasty scar on her eye. She is 5'1". She wears glasses occasionally but prefers contacts. She is a bit petite but chubby.

Vesper - Swapfell Amethyst Apocalyse Sans

Personality: He is a calm and collected person. He comes out as distant, severe, and hostile. He is bright and cunning, and he possesses many leadership skills. Because monsters are immune to the illness, he frequently leads rescue missions or manages supplies while telling people to stay put. He enjoys aiding others and is deeply worried about his family. He may be obnoxious and harsh, but he is sincere. He is fiercely protective of his friends and will snarl at anyone who approaches them too closely if he believes they pose a threat. He's constantly throwing punches and picking fights. He works tirelessly to improve society.

Appearance: He is a skeleton monster. He has purple eyelights. He has a large scar on his right eye that splinters at the bottom. He has various scars on his body.

Larimar - Swapfell Amethyst Zombie Apocalypse Papyrus

Personality: In general, he's a quiet and reclusive character. He serves as a backup defense. Because monsters are immune to the virus, he deals with crowd control without hesitation. He can be charming and tough at the same time, yet he can also be lovely and loving to others. He is really bashful and finds people fascinating. He is apprehensive of anyone he considers a threat. His bite hurts more than his bark. When someone makes fun of him, he has the ability and willingness to be disagreeable and nasty. When confronted with danger, he can be harsh and vicious, but if they show that they are not a threat, he softens dramatically.

Appearance: He is a tall skeleton. He has dark purple eyelights and three scars on his left eye that start from the side of his skull but curve down to his cheek.

(While he doesn't need it, his choker is fortified with actual spikes.)

Hydrastis - Swapfell Amethyst Zombie Apocalypse H

Personality: She's fiery and aggressive. She doesn't back down and isn't afraid of the infected or the infection. If people need to hear the truth, she speaks it without fear of hurting their feelings. She has good self-control and isn't afraid to fight. She is stern, yet she knows how to retain her calm and avoid causing harm to others. She is close to the others because she is a very lonely person on the inside. She helps people when she can and isn't scared to kill them when she has to. She is a great listener and gives encouraging speeches. She's also really strict.

Appearance: She has hazel eyes. She has short curly brown hair. She has a large scar on her face. She has a scar on her right eye that leads to a scar on her face. She either wears glasses or has contacts. She is muscular and thin. She's 5'1". She has slight purple highlights in her hair.

(The spiked collar is fortified with actual spikes.)

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