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blackcoffeeofmelancholy · 7 months

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the brothers comfort you during a panic attack

words: 4121

warnings: depictions of anxiety and panic attacks

notes: I'm reuploading my previous work from my old blog, so I have everything in one place. I'm starting with the first piece I wrote for Obey Me. I have a part two with the dateables in my WIPs that I hope to finish one day.

As always, I apologize for any spelling or grammatical errors that may have gone unnoticed. Thank you to those who take the time to read and comment on my work; it’s greatly appreciated ♥

LUCIFER

Lucifer is troubled. Following lunch, you disappeared, currently absent from class. This is unlike you, his worry intensifying every minute you’re out of his sight. Yet he maintains his composure, resigning himself to scouring the academy grounds. Time passes at a torturous pace, his thoughts beginning to take a turn for the worse. He contemplates whether to involve his brothers and Lord Diavolo himself at this rate, however, the sound of his D.D.D diverts his attention. A wave of relief washes over him at the sight of your name lighting up his screen, chased by frustration at you, your silence, and himself for losing track of you so easily; he couldn’t bear living if anything happened to you under his watch. He expects this behavior from his brothers, not you. Though his heart sinks, the Avatar of Pride uncharacteristically overcome with guilt while he reads your message. Of course, you are not his brothers. He should not have doubted you.

Your texts are apprehensive, a weighty pause between them as you hesitate to lay bare the darkest depths of your soul. He approaches you cautiously, to avoid upsetting you further. Your words alone convey the sheer panic taking possession of you, the last of your strength used to press send. Outside he discovers you, huddled miserably in an isolated corner of the building, swathed in shadow. The desire to shelter you from the world burns within him, but your eyes widen fearfully in his presence, wounding his pride. Immediately, you apologize. Sorry you’re missing class, that you left without telling anyone, and upset him—especially when you’re aware of his busy schedule. You’re sorry for not having the courage to pull yourself together, succumbing to your anxiety, your shame palpable. The hand clutching your D.D.D is trembling, your chest heaving as you struggle to breathe. He aches for you, each tear shed hurting more than the last, your pain managing to touch the very core of his being and set him alight.

If anyone is sorry, it’s him, pride be damned. Kneeling in front of you, he assures you an apology isn’t necessary—your well-being is of great importance to him. He wants you to rely on him, grateful you confided in him despite your doubts. Hopefully, he can eventually put your mind at ease. His voice is low and soothing as he continues to console you, making sure you’re aware he’s not upset, and your feelings are valid. Although he’s not familiar with the inner workings of anxiety itself, he’s willing to listen, learning how to support you to the best of his ability—starting today, provided you’re comfortable accepting his offer. Initially, he prioritized your safety for the sake of the exchange program and Lord Diavolo’s wish to unite the three realms, now it’s merely out of adoration for you, his beloved. Once you’re ready, he’ll let you know you’re not alone. He’s never too busy on your behalf.

Offering you his hand, a smile graces his features as you accept. Slowly, he helps you to your feet, steadying you against him. He notes the way you relax at his touch, shoulders sagging and head coming to rest on his chest. Only you exist at this moment, his gaze never leaving you, not even for a second. Standing in silence until your breathing settles and you regain your balance, he sees you through the height of your attack before escorting you back to the House of Lamentation. He’ll personally excuse you from the remainder of your classes, understanding you need a quiet place to recover. Classical music plays softly in the background of his room, and he’s content to have you in his embrace, drawing you onto his lap after you finish the tea he brewed to calm your nerves. Lucifer pays you special attention, massaging your tired body and kissing you tenderly, his breath fanning across your lips as he reminds you how special you truly are—brave, compassionate, and incredibly loved.

MAMMON

Mammon mourns his loss, wondering how he let them gain the upper hand; admittedly, a foolish mistake on his part. He dreads breaking the news to Lucifer, and the resentment that shows on his brothers' faces once he confesses does little to ease his mind. Still, he worries about your reaction most of all, knowing his stupidity has put you in a precarious position. In that moment he believes their words—only a greedy scumbag like himself dares to place his human’s happiness on the line. Although certain of his win at the time, he should consider how his actions affect you more often; otherwise, how can he claim he’s the Great Mammon? His confidence is his downfall in the end. Now you’ll suffer along with him. Yet you feign optimism, attempting to soothe everything over despite your innocence. His guilt only grows, a heavy weight on his shoulders; one he deserves.

Three days of waiting on and performing for large crowds at The Fall proves hectic for everyone. He can tell you’re struggling beneath the facade of a composed and hospitable server, going above and beyond to ensure the patrons leave satisfied. You even lend him and his brothers a hand, coming to their rescue on multiple occasions; it should be him making it as easy on you as possible. His concern for you runs deep, no matter how hard he tries to maintain his usual air of indifference, but you have the nerve to reassure him—it’s meant to be the opposite, dammit. Each night he goes out of his way to check on you, frustrated that you continue to dance around the subject. He can see the exhaustion on your face, hear the slight tremor in your voice, the toll his stupid decision is taking on you, and it stings. You comfort him, even when he’s undeserving, so why won’t you allow him to hold you and kiss the pain away? Not that he’s asked. You should realize by now you can rely on him, right?

Watching you suffer in silence tortures him. He can’t deny it regardless of his best efforts to make light of the situation. You barely eat or spend time outside your room, saying you’re tired, which isn’t a lie—working is exhausting, no doubt about it—but he understands you well enough to notice the subtle signs of your anxiety, your smile unable to trick him into believing otherwise. Perhaps you find him as insufferable as his brothers do, or worse, and don’t want to see his face after what he’s done. That doesn’t stop him from showing up at your door, hoping he can offer some form of comfort no matter how small. However, you keep up appearances, supporting the seven of them during the longest weekend of their lives. You work hard too, his chest swelling with pride as he watches you care for his brothers and customers alike. How can you like an idiot like him? You’re selfless and loving, looking past his flaws to see what lay beneath his sin. His human. His angel. He wants—no needs—you to be okay.

The last day comes and goes in a blur. Finally, he can toss these ridiculous clothes and rabbit ears in the trash and never perform that dance again. Better yet, you’re free of his burden, though the guilt remains. He can’t relax until he’s positive you’re okay and know he’s genuinely sorry. Standing outside your room, he tries to muster up the courage to open his heart to you—apologies are not his strong suit—when he hears you crying. They’re small, muffled sobs that manage to shake him to his core and make his blood run cold. He should knock, but he can’t control himself, throwing the door open without hesitation and rushing to your side. The sight of your tears is almost too much to bear, and he draws you into his embrace, face heating up at his own moment of vulnerability, but this is about you, not him. He can be strong for you too, telling you everything’s going to be okay, that the Great Mammon is here to help.

After his stupidity, you tell him you were afraid to bother him. He can hardly suppress the shock at your confession, the sadness in your eyes breaking his heart. You wanted to make sure it went smoothly for his sake? You suffered through hell alone because you chose to put his feelings first? Crazy. Though he thanks you, not completely ashamed to admit he’s touched. However, he tells you that you don’t have to put aside your feelings for his benefit; he prefers to be by your side than know you’re having a rough time on your own. He is your first. Taking the initiative, he asks what he can do to make it up to you, no matter how big or small the request is because he’ll do it in a heartbeat. You opt to stay in his arms, burying your face into his chest, and he wipes away your remaining tears, being as gentle as he possibly can. He can feel how tense your body is, your skin flushed, and it takes a while until you stop shaking. It’s moments like these he’ll tell you how much you mean to him—that he loves you—and he wants you to come to him for everything. He’ll hold you, taking your hand in his, and kiss you with all the adoration in the world because you’re incredibly important to him. Mammon can attest to that.

LEVIATHAN

Leviathan invites you to his room to play video games, a daily routine the two of you have comfortably fallen into. He loves gaming with you, though on occasion you opt to watch instead, thoroughly enthralled by whatever is on the screen. Miraculously, you enjoy listening to him ramble—whether it’s about the game he’s playing, anime he’s watching, or TSL among other things—genuinely showing interest in his passions; he’s incapable of expressing how truly grateful he is for your company. His heart nearly bursts whenever you compliment him on his gaming prowess, encourage him during a particularly intense battle, or merely tell him how you enjoy hanging out. How did a gross otaku like him get so incredibly lucky? He can hardly believe you love him of all demons. The thought alone sounds crazy.

Unable to contain his excitement, he awaits your arrival that night, ensuring everything is perfect when he hears a knock on the door. However, his smile fades the moment he lays eyes on you, mind beginning to race as he wonders why you look so miserable, your gaze trained on your hands. Before he can speak, you apologize, dissolving into tears while you return the game he let you borrow. You’re stuttering, completely breathless, and he can barely hear you confess to accidentally corrupting his data in your panic. In fact, he loses track of the number of times you choke out an apology. He treasures his games, his collection extensive, but he cherishes you most of all. The loss is a minor annoyance, nothing that lessens the feelings he harbors for you. Although difficult, he overcomes his insecurities to show you it’s okay—you’re loved.

Not only are you sad, but you’re also terrified, a part of him wanting to destroy the game itself if it means you never have to experience the pain that torments you now. Regarding you carefully, afraid to make matters worse, he reassures you that he’s not upset—far from it, honestly—and that he cares about you more than any game. No stranger to your panic attacks, he reaches out to take your hand in his, hoping you find comfort in what he has to offer. And when you finally glance up, hope shining in your tear-filled eyes, he can’t help but wrap you in his arms. A warmth spreads across his face, heart pounding in his ears, but he knows you need him, allowing his body to relax around yours.

Holding you against him, he tells you everything’s all right, stuttering out how he loves you and, most importantly, wants to you to feel better. Your arms circle around his waist, causing his heart to jump into his throat, but he only pulls you closer. You’re his Henry, and what friend is he if you can’t rely on him? Leviathan is understanding, wanting you to come to him for support at your most vulnerable. Now he puts his knowledge to the test, easing you into his room with continuous words of affirmation. You always know how to console him at his lowest, and he hopes he can return the favor. If anyone deserves to feel loved it’s you, who brought joy into his otherwise bleak world, and he’ll sit with you every day and night if you need him to.

SATAN

Satan knows he shouldn’t be awake, though he finds it difficult to satiate his curiosity as he peruses the books lining his shelves. He barely registers the sound of his D.D.D, reluctant to put the book aside to see who’s messaging him at this ungodly hour; Asmodeus most likely. His tune changes after he sees your name lighting up his screen, his annoyance replaced by worry. He knows you struggle, especially at night, but he can tell you’re hesitant to reach out. Nevertheless, you gradually begin to confide in him, his patience limitless if you’re concerned, and he feels a sense of relief that you choose to trust him at your most vulnerable instead of suffering on your own. Pouring over every book he can locate on anxiety, he studies it religiously, engraining each page into his memory. Not by giving unsolicited advice—he doesn’t want to make that mistake twice—but by comforting you the best he can, even if it simply means staying by your side, waiting for the panic to pass.

A second later, he appears at your door, gaze softening as your eyes meet. In the darkness of your room, he can tell how exhausted you are. You apologize for bothering him, particularly this late, but he dismisses you with a shake of his head and a reassuring smile, sitting beside you on the bed. It saddens him that you feel the need to, but he’s familiar enough with anxiety by now that he understands how much of a manipulative monster it truly is; if only he can destroy it with his own two hands, strangling the life out of it so it no longer taints that innocent soul of yours. To watch you struggle fills him with a rage that he forces deep within himself, fully aware anger isn’t the answer no matter how great his desire to protect you is. So, he cups your face in his hands, your skin warm beneath his fingers as he strokes your flushed cheeks and presses your foreheads together.

Focus on him, he tells you, the steady rhythm of his breathing, and his voice while he whispers words of love and encouragement. He never tires of letting you know how beautiful and strong you are, that he’s always here for you and loves you—all of you. You unravel in his arms, opening your heart up to him, and he listens intently, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips the moment you look uncertain. You’re not a burden, he promises, hoping one day you’ll believe it yourself, but he’ll remind you every chance he gets; forever if he must. It’s worth it in the end when you relax against him and smile, kissing him in return. Slowly, the anxiety leaves your body, Satan grateful that the waves of panic have receded enough to let you rest your weary mind. He remains next to you, pulling you down to lay your head on his chest and closing your hand in his, entwining your fingers. He’s content here with you, watching you fall asleep and chasing away the nightmares.

ASMODEUS

Asmodeus loves shopping, but he loves shopping with you most of all. The day is bright with you by his side, and he can’t help but buy you clothes and matching accessories to bring out your inherent charm. Your potential is endless, and he gushes over how gorgeous you are, unable to contain his excitement when your eyes light up in return. He can hardly control himself around you, gaze fixated on your every movement and heart racing each time you flash him one of the sweetest smiles he’s ever seen; your very soul seeming to shine through and blind him. Nothing prepares him for the love he feels for you, but he considers it a welcome surprise, his desire to grow closer to you intensifying day after day. You captivate him, the Avatar of Lust of all demons. What an exciting turn of events!

Of course, he attracts attention wherever he goes, posing for pictures with adoring fans and basking in the compliments constantly thrown his way; nothing new, but he enjoys it, nonetheless. Who can resist the allure of his very presence? However, anger wells within him at the sight of you being shoved to the side, falling to the ground, and lost to the crowd that has gathered. Their words of flattery fall on deaf ears as he rushes to you, throwing a heated glance at the lowly demon who dared to touch his darling human. He desires nothing more than to punish them for such an injustice, but the fear in your eyes tells him otherwise. By the time he scoops you up into his arms you’re trembling from head to toe, and he can feel your heart pounding against him. A part of him places the blame on himself, an unfamiliar feeling, but he chooses to ignore it for now, focusing on getting you home in your worsening state.

In the peace and quiet of his room, he sits you on the bed, wrapping you in his arms as he affectionately runs his fingers through your hair. He can tell you’re upset—in an absolute state of panic by the looks of it—and all he can do is hold you through it, quietly asking what you need and willing to answer your every beck and call if it means that adorable smile graces your features once more. For a moment he considers seeking out Lucifer, worried something has gone terribly wrong, but thankfully you find your voice, mumbling into his chest about anxiety and panic attacks, that you’ll be fine—eventually—and are sorry for ruining your date. He doesn’t understand completely, though he knows you need him, promising to stay by your side for as long as you want. Kissing your cheek, he assures you there’s no need to apologize to him, your safety more important than anything else; the demon who laid his hands on you won’t go unpunished either.

Admitting a bath helps calm you down, he prepares one for you, steam rising from the surface and the heady scent of roses filling the air. Together you slip into the water, enveloped by its warmth, and he hums in contentment as you lean into him, his arms coming to rest around your waist. He watches you carefully, making sure you’re able to relax and preparing himself in case you call on him; he’ll do anything for you if it brings you the happiness you deserve. Your eyes flutter close, Asmodeus showering you with delicate kisses, comforted by the fact your breathing has leveled out and you appear a lot calmer than before. The day didn’t go as planned, and he hopes to make it up to you, vowing that no one else will hurt you on his watch. He loves himself, he loves his brothers, but loves you most of all.

BEELZEBUB

Beelzebub notices you haven’t touched your dinner and is beyond happy the moment you offer your plate to him. Yet he can’t bring himself to enjoy the food in front of him while you excuse yourself from the table, eyes downcast and voice quiet, the usual smile gone from your face and leaving behind an emptiness that rivals his own hunger. His mouth waters at the thought of seconds, but his concern for you grows, and he decides to follow you without question, disregarding the ravenous growl of his stomach. He catches you in the hallway, calling out your name. You turn to him, his brow furrowing in unease at the sight of your tears and the slight tremble of your lip. It hurts him to see you in obvious distress, and he earnestly offers his support.

The only sound is that of your sobbing. He desperately wishes to hold you tightly and rid you of your pain. However, he falters, studying you. Your gaze is trained on the floor, shoulders stiff with tension, and the color drains from your cheeks. When you speak, he’s surprised by how helpless you sound and the fact you’re trying to reassure him, putting his needs above your own although you’re struggling to hold yourself together. Fear flickers across your features at the echo of the brothers’ voices traveling down the hall, and he mumbles out an apology as he carefully lifts you into his arms, cradling you to his chest.

Before the others can round the corner, he hurries around the corner and slips into your room, determined to protect his vulnerable human. He notices you relax against him, your fingers curling into his shirt, and he can’t help but want to keep you close, relieved after you lean in closer to wrap your arms around his neck. Stroking your hair, he allows you to cry, his patience and love for you endless. Eventually, you mutter an embarrassed apology, thanking him profusely, but he’s merely relieved you’re beginning to feel a bit better, reassuring you that you can always depend on him.

Listening to you intently, he never breaks eye contact. You open up to him about your anxiety, his stomach twisting as you describe what you call a panic attack and how it wrecks you both mentally and physically. Beelzebub knows he has a lot to learn, but he expresses interest in understanding anxiety and, most importantly, how he can help you, so you don’t suffer alone. For the rest of the night, he keeps you company and eases you through the remainder of your attack, giving you plenty of hugs and rubbing your back in soothing circles until you no longer shake, and your heartbeat returns to its usual pace.

BELPHEGOR

Belphegor enjoys the time you spend together, especially when the two of you are alone. He asks you to accompany him in the attic, and it’s not long before he curls around you, falling into a peaceful sleep as he listens to the steady beat of your heart. However, when he awakes it’s to the sound of your soft cries in the dark, which fill him with a fear he can’t seem to shake. Without hesitation he’s at your side, sitting up to softly place a hand on your shoulder and ask you what’s wrong. The sadness in your eyes as you glance up at him, tears staining your cheeks, tugs at his heartstrings. He can’t bear to see you upset.

Once he realizes you’re having a panic attack, he’s attentive to your needs, cradling you in his arms as you cry into his chest. You confided in him about your struggles with anxiety after you fell to pieces in front of him months ago. A part of him understands, the loss of Lilith haunting him throughout the years and instilling a similar feeling of unease within him, especially when his nightmares seem to blur the line between reality and the painful memories of his past. You always came to his rescue and now it’s his turn to comfort you in your time of need. Sleep can wait.

With you in his embrace, he brings you down to relax against the pillows, pulling the blanket around your shivering form. You rest your head on his shoulder, and he gently brushes the remaining tears from your face, whispering words of love and reassurance. He listens to you when you’re comfortable enough to talk, the slight tremble of your voice causing him to draw you closer and press a kiss to your forehead. Belphegor tells you he’s here for you—forever—and although he’s still learning about anxiety and finding the best ways to comfort you during an attack, he wants you to depend on him no matter what; even if that means you wake him up in the middle of the night. He won’t rest until he knows you’re okay, and you’re peacefully sleeping in his arms.

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whumpshaped · 5 months

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prev just one more..

tw vampire whumpee, starvation, lady whumpee, noncon drugging aftermath, addiction whump, guilt

Jude gulped down the blood with the intensity and desperation of a starving man, letting out the occasional little whimper at just how good it tasted. Pia let him, encouraged him, told him it felt good, and he just couldn't find it in himself to stop any sooner than it was absolutely necessary.

He snapped out of it only when the praise stopped, the poor woman slumping against his body like she had no more strength to stay on her feet. Jude gently shook her by the shoulders, alarmed beyond measure.

"Pia?" He got a weak grunt in response, and he breathed a sigh of relief at the fact that she was at least still conscious. "I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. I'll– I'll help you get better, okay? I'm so sorry."

With his strength mostly regained, it wasn't too difficult to scoop her up and gently lay her on the bed. She was still in the midst of her venom-induced euphoria, softly groaning and almost... moaning with each exhale. Jude wished he could've just covered his ears — or better yet, left the cabin entirely.

What had he done? How could he...? Why...? Why couldn't he just be a good vampire? That was all he wanted, to minimise the harm. And now here he was, having almost committed another murder.

She had just been so insistent–

He shook his head, banishing the thought entirely. Pia was a hunter. She hadn't been insistent in earnest, she had been under a spell, a drug that had made her abandon all common sense. And he had taken advantage of it.

Jude took a deep breath and tried to calm himself. At least with a clear head, he would be able to help her recover to the best of his abilities. And once the venom left her system, he could offer himself up to be staked, just as she'd likely wanted to do in the first place. He would right this, if it was the last thing he did.

Tending to an injured human wasn't as difficult as he thought it'd be. Pia was awake and mostly functional within less than a day, and understandably, she was more than confused.

"Where am I...?" She turned her head to look at him, and Jude couldn't help using a bit of charm to make her less afraid. It was only temporary. Just until he could explain the situation. "Who are you?"

"It's... It's a– quite a scary story, but, but please... Please don't be alarmed, okay? I won't harm you in any way–"

"Where am I?" she repeated, more urgently.

"In my home, just outside of town. My name's Jude, and... uh... I, I only kept you here so I could tend to your wounds–"

Pia touched the bandages on her neck, frowning a little. "Fuck. Fuck. The vampire got me, didn't it?"

Jude crawled a bit backwards, still on his knees. "That's... that's another thing," he whispered. "It's– the, the vampire... I... I didn't mean to hurt you, I just– I'm so sorry–"

His incomprehensible, nervous blabbering was enough to break the charm on its own. Pia's eyes widened in recognition, and her hand immediately flew to her belt with the stake still in it. She didn't draw it, though. She seemed a little taken aback to find it in its place. "Okay, what's going on?"

There was a small pause before Jude slowly put his arms up in a show of surrender. He thought he was ready to ask her to finish what she'd come here for, but the words wouldn't come. He hoped his gesture of docility would be enough.

"No, I want answers. Right now." She sat up in bed, still looking a bit unsteady. "Why the fuck do I still have my stake? Why am I in your bed? Why am I alive? You must've realised I was a hunter."

"I have," he said quietly.

"So? What's going on?"

Jude swallowed and tried once again to say the right words. He had to be staked, and if anyone had the right to do it, it was Pia. "I... I'm a monster. I attacked you, I... I did an unthinkable, horrible thing to you, even though you were only trying to do the right thing. I'm so sorry, Pia. But I... I'm r-ready now. I won't struggle."

"Wait, hold on–" She squinted at him, searching his face for something unknown to him. "You're... What's your name again?"

"Jude. Jude Flanagan," he supplied immediately.

That seemed to be the wrong answer, because she groaned in frustration and flopped back onto the bed. "You're not the vampire I'm after. Fucking– goddammit!"

"D-does it matter? We're... we're all just pests, aren't we?"

Pia looked at him, taking in the pitiful sight he must've been, and scoffed. "Well-behaved ones, apparently. You do realise you saved me, right? I'm not gonna stake a vamp who..." She gestured vaguely in his direction. "I mean, look at you."

Jude shifted on his knees, reluctantly lowering his hands. Well-behaved? Coming from a human– a hunter, that was... surprising. He hadn't gotten a kind word in months, and to think he'd get them from her first...

"I'm a danger to your kind," he mumbled.

"And I'm a danger to yours. Yet here I am. Jude, listen..." She sighed. "You spared my life, okay? I'm not taking yours. I just can't. That'd be so fucked up."

The relief that coursed through him at the words felt sinful in itself, and Jude couldn't help getting emotional. "If– if you're sure," he sniffled. "If you're really sure."

Pia laughed softly. "You're... by far the most self-hating, depressed vampire I've ever seen. I didn't even know that was a thing." She even offered him a smile, a sort of mixture of pitying and compassionate. "I don't think I'll regret it. Truly."

Going back to feeding on roadkill was a bigger adjustment than Jude had expected. He couldn't stop thinking about the hunter, that delectable blood flowing into his mouth in abundance, so much more and so much tastier than any hedgehog or rabbit.

He tried to distract himself endlessly, with books, with prayer, with a number of different little hobbies he'd picked up, but it was torture nonetheless. It was hard to even focus on anything when his brain was so insistent on showing him vivid images of Pia and the way she offered her neck to him.

Jude almost jumped out of his skin at the knock at the door. Nobody ever knocked on his door. The shack was supposed to be abandoned; but even if the locals had finally realised that a vampire was living there, why would they ever decide to visit?

He cautiously made his way over there, opening the door just a crack to see who it could be.

"Hey," Pia said with a tired smile. "I won't even try to sugarcoat it... I think the venom got me hooked."

#whump #whump drabble #vampire whumpee #starvation #lady whumpee #noncon drugging aftermath #addiction whump #guilt #jude

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i-choose-the-danger · 1 year

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Lesson Learned

Whoa, new fic alert! I'm surprised at how quickly I wrote this one. Don't expect that speed to become a habit though. 😂 This is a Hogwarts Legacy fic, so obviously if you play the game or plan to and wish to avoid spoilers, you should probably save this fic for later.

Summary: Ominis has offered to help the new fifth-year student catch up on learning charms. Sebastian gets volunteered as tribute to be the student's practice dummy, and also learns never to go behind his best friend's back again. Fic below the cut.

**A little background info for those of you who don't know anything about the characters but still want to read it and not feel completely lost:

Ominis Gaunt (yes of THAT Gaunt family) and Sebastian Sallow are 5th-year Slytherin boys and they've been besties since they met at school

Anne Sallow, mentioned a few times, is Sebastian's twin sister who became too ill to go to school any longer and now stays home

Ominis is blind, born that way (not something I made up, it's canon)

The other student is the "main character" aka the player in the game/story, and they've started Hogwarts as a 5th-year so they have a LOT to catch up on

For the purposes of this fic, the character is a female Slytherin and I've named her Kathryn

the "Undercroft", where this fic takes place, is basically a hidden room in the castle that only Ominis's family knows about... Ominis only shared this secret with Sebastian who then shared it with the main character when he shouldn't have

I think that's all the background info you need to know if you don't know the game's storyline. Time-wise, this fic takes places somewhere in the middle of the school year, after Sebastian told the other student about the Undercroft and I'd say not long before they start looking for the Scriptorium for those of you who know the storyline.

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Kathryn anxiously paced in a circle across the stone floor in a corner of the Undercroft. Her nerves getting the better of her, she fidgeted with the spell book in her hands and began to rotate it cover over cover as she walked. There was a lot of work she needed to do if she was to get her magical knowledge up to snuff with the other fifth-years before the O.W.L. exams began at the end of next term. The one subject she seemed to excel at was potions, which Ominis struggled with quite a bit. In exchange for tutoring him, he had offered to go over charms he'd been taught in his earlier years. Kathryn was about to give up on waiting when she noticed the red glow pulsing and growing brighter near the entrance gate.

"Oh good, you made it!" Kathryn exhaled. She smiled as the gate lifted and Ominis strutted underneath it as he extinguished his wand. She took a seat on the floor, folding her legs underneath herself and placing the spell book beside her. "I was starting to think that you'd forgotten." Her fingers buried themselves in her long dark hair and twisted around the strands.

"I promised you that I would come. You know I'd never break my word. I had to make sure there were no prying eyes around." Ominis furrowed his brow when he realized her voice came from below him. "Are you sitting on the floor?"

"It's usually how I study."

"Well, that will not do. You deserve better than cold stone. Just a moment." Ominis didn't need his wand to navigate the Undercroft. Having spent so much time down there over the past four years, the area was completely committed to memory. He disappeared around a corner and came back just as quickly pulling what looked like two large green velvet couch cushions behind him.

"Where in the world...?"

"I deserve a medal for being able to memorize and navigate Sallow's 'organized chaos', as he calls it, down here." He handed a cushion to Kathryn and dropped the other behind himself before sitting down onto it. "Much better. Did you have anything specific you wanted to go over today?"

"Madam Scribner helped me find a copy of Standard Book of Spells for first-years with braille and said I could keep it for the term as long as I bring it back in perfect condition." She placed the book on Ominis's knee and kept her hand on top of the cover until he took the book in his hands. As he started to flip through pages, she added, "I feel silly having to look through a first-year book and not knowing some basic spells and charms. I really do appreciate you offering to help."

"I don't mind. Sebastian brought you here to have a safe space to practice, so it only makes sense to utilize your time learning what you can."

"I still feel bad about that. If I'd known it was your family's private-"

"Nonsense," Ominis cut her off with a dismissive wave of his hand. "That fault lies with Sebastian, not you. I feel awful about snapping at you when I found out, so I suppose that makes us even."

"Fair enough. I got up to page thirty-two before morning classes started. I managed to spongify one of my books, which was fine until I realized I didn't know how to undo it and it bounced around every time I put it down." Kathryn huffed at herself, taking a seat on the cushion Ominis had given her.

"Ah, rookie mistake. Always learn a counter spell first." Ominis turned several pages in the spell book. "Twenty-nine, thirty, thirty-one, thirty-two..." He brushed his fingers across a line of bumps on the page and let out a quiet chuckle.

"What?" Kathryn asked.

"It's an... amusing spell," he told her. Ominis leaned his head from side to side in thought. "It's not one you see used very often. I don't think I've ever seen it used during classes."

"Well, now you've piqued my curiosity." Kathryn craned her neck to try to read the page Ominis had the book opened to in his lap. She lightly tapped a fist against his knee. "Come on. I want to cram the past four years of your knowledge into my brain before Christmas break. What is it?"

"It's called rictusempra." Ominis grimaced as a small wave of embarrassment came over him. "It's a tickling charm," he added, angling his face down towards the book in his lap.

"I beg your pardon? You're kidding." Kathryn scoffed and looked up at Ominis, whose cheeks were now dusted a shade of pink. "You're not kidding. Is it that bad? What happens if I use it?"

"It's what one would expect. It hits you here," Ominis mumbled, bracing an open palm over his stomach. He stretched his fingers out and wiggled them around. "It feels warm and kind of fuzzy at first, but then it wriggles out and becomes increasingly unbearable. It tickles like mad and you have no way to block it because it feels like it comes from inside you, if that makes any sense. Ugh..." Ominis buried his face in his hand and could feel himself blush.

"You speak from experience. Sebastian used it on you, didn't he?"

"Oh goodness me, Sebastian knows better than to try something like that. He may be brash and completely reckless, but he's not suicidal." Ominis closed his eyes and laughed at a memory sparked from the conversation. He gazed in Kathryn's direction. "It was Anne, his twin sister. I can't remember why, but I was in a foul mood and they were having none of it. Sebastian tried to cheer me up and nothing helped. Then I heard her cast the spell and I reacted almost instantly." He shuddered and scratched around his torso as if he could still feel the effects of the spell. He felt a light squeeze at his ribs and jerked away from the touch with a gasp, swatting his hand out towards Kathryn. "Noooo no no. That's not wise."

"So you're already ticklish to begin with," Kathryn giggled. She thought for a moment and looked at the book that was still open to the spell page in Ominis's lap. "This doesn't say what happens if you cast the spell on someone who isn't ticklish though. Would it have the same effect on them or would it be useless?"

"You really do have a habit of making me think of things differently, don't you?" Ominis quirked an eyebrow while he thought over the question. "I actually don't know. And you're the first person I know to even ask. I suppose we'd have to find a willing practice dummy."

At that moment, they heard the gate open behind them and heavy footsteps echoing down the stairs through the chamber.

"Ahh, there you two are. I figured you had to be down here when I couldn't find you in the common room or Great Hall. I guess this means you're not mad at me anymore for letting Kathryn into the Undercroft?" Sebastian directed at his best friend.

"Of course not. I understand why you let her down here. Whyever would I still be upset?" Ominis's tone was less than sincere, but Sebastian didn't pick up on it. "You have excellent timing though, Sebastian. You're a perfect dummy," he added, smiling as he imagined the scowl Sebastian must be wearing.

"I am NOT dumb!" Sebastian put his books down on a nearby chair and crossed his arms over his chest.

"He means a practice dummy. No one is calling you dumb," Kathryn said, scolding Ominis by lightly backhanding his shoulder. "Ominis has been kind enough to spend time teaching me some charms and spells that you learned in previous years so I can catch up."

"Is that so? I can teach you spells that aren't in those books too. Just say the word." Sebastian felt a small pang of jealousy in that moment, even though he would never admit it. "So why do you need me to be your practice smarty?"

"Oh for Merlin's sake." Ominis groaned and rolled his eyes.

"This spell has to be used on a person and I didn't feel comfortable using it against Ominis. Besides, I wanted to test a theory." Kathryn stood and held out her wand towards Sebastian. "Odd question: are you ticklish?"

"What?!" Sebastian squeaked. He wrapped his arms tighter around himself and tried to remain calm as he took a few steps back. "I mean, of course not."

Sebastian glanced over at Ominis, who was wearing a smile that could only be described as pure evil. Ominis was fully aware of how sensitive Sebastian was, having heard him and his twin sister have countless tickle fights when they were younger.

"Oh, perfect! Let's see what happens then. Rictusempra!"

"No, wait!" Sebastian didn't have a chance to grab his wand and attempt to shield himself from the charm. A puff of silver glittery smoke shot out of the tip of Kathryn's wand and collided into Sebastian's torso. The boy gasped and instantly turned away from his friends as he doubled over, clawing at his vest.

"Did... did I do it wrong?" Kathryn asked.

"Not at all," Ominis replied in her direction. He stood and dropped the textbook back onto the cushion. "I suspect he's being stubborn and trying to fight it. What is he doing now?"

"He's kind of hunched over and jumping around like he needs to find a bathroom. I wish you could see him. It's utterly ridiculous." Kathryn clamped a hand over her mouth to stifle her own laugh as Sebastian squealed.

"Rictusempra is meant to weaken your opponent. The spell starts to dissipate once its victim is too weak to function." Ominis heard Sebastian starting to hiss through his teeth to suppress his laughter. "Sebastian, you're only making it worse for yourself. And you're not being very helpful to Kathryn either. Bad form," he scolded. He cleared his throat to hide a deep chuckle when Sebastian squealed again. "She needs to see how these spells work to understand them."

As if on cue, Sebastian's legs gave out and he fell to his knees. He couldn't fight the wriggling sensations against his ribs and stomach any longer and giggles rumbled in his chest before flowing freely from his lips.

"Okay-hay-hay-hee-hee! She see-hee-hees!" Sebastian's dark hair was a complete frumpled mop over his eyes. His shirt was untucked and his vest was twisted around his torso as he continued to claw and swat at the tickling sensations pulsing through his body. "Please! I ca-ha-ha-ha-han't!" He was laughing so hard that his eyes were tearing.

"If you actually feel pity for him and want to stop the spell, there's another that would immobilize him. Simply aim your wand at him and say titillando," Ominis told Kathryn in a hushed tone.

"And that'll stop the spell?" Kathryn was skeptical knowing what the incantation translated to, but she knew Ominis wouldn't teach her a spell that would hurt someone. It seemed plausible to her that a counter-spell would have similar terminology.

"You have my word." It wasn't a lie... exactly. Ominis could never lie to her, but he was still quite the cunning Slytherin when the need called for it. He was also still annoyed at Sebastian for letting Kathryn into the Undercroft without his permission. There's that old saying about payback...

"Titillando!"

"Oh my God, NO!" Ghostly transparent purple-tinted hands appeared around Sebastian and started tickling any spot on him they could reach. He no longer had the strength to hold back his laughter and outright screeched before bursting into cackles and curling into a fetal position on his side as he repeatedly kicked at the air. "Help meeeee! I can't brea-hee-hee-heethe!"

"Ominis!" This time Kathryn backhanded his shoulder with a force that nearly knocked him off balance. "He's going to pass out."

"He'll be fine. The little prat had it coming. Just give it a minute." Ominis continued to listen to Sebastian's deep laughter and occasional squeal, closing his eyes and laughing himself as it reminded him of happier times they had together before Anne had gotten sick.

"I do not want to be sent to Azkaban for murder! Call them off!" Kathryn tried to sound stern, but she knew Ominis could sense the amusement in her voice.

"Very well. Spoil my fun then. Finite incantatem."

As Ominis spoke the spell and aimed his wand at Sebastian, the ghostly hands vanished. Sebastian spread out his limbs, collapsing face-down on the stone floor and taking in gulps of air.

"Sebastian?" Kathryn bit down on her thumb and felt incredibly guilty as Sebastian lifted his head and turned it to face her. "Are you... okay?"

"Don't. Touch. Me. You two... are in... SO... much trouble... when I can see straight," Sebastian mumbled in between fleeting breaths and residual giggles.

"Me?! I just did what Ominis told me!" Kathryn glared at the blond. "You said that would stop the spell!"

"Did it not? I was truthful," Ominis stated with a shtug. A red light pulsed from the tip of his wand as he held it out and slowly stepped over to where he could hear Sebastian still panting. Crouching beside his best friend, he kept his voice low. "I thought you knew me better, Sebastian. I never get mad at you. I get even." Ominis extended an arm and felt around until his hand touched Sebastian's hair. He gave it a few semi-sympathetic pats before standing back up. "Although, I do confess that I may have gone a tad bit overboard."

"If you could see how destroyed he looks... Overboard is an understatement," Kathryn sighed. She offered her hands to Sebastian and helped him to stand.

"Overboard?! I almost died. I felt my soul leaving my body." Sebastian draped an arm around Kathryn's shoulders and leaned against her as his other hand massaged into his aching ribs. "I'll let you off the hook this time because you're learning." He glared at Ominis through the dark curls that were still matted against his forehead from sweat. "YOU on the other hand, you'd better sleep with one-" he caught himself in the middle of his own sentence as he realized what he was saying.

"Oh I dare you to finish that," Ominis hissed. He chuckled darkly. "Anne isn't the only one who knows your weak points. Perhaps I should teach Kathryn the body-bind spell next and you can show her how well it works."

"Perhaps you two can keep me out of your nonsense and just help me with my homework so I don't fail and watch you go on to sixth year without me," Kathryn interjected.

"Quite right. I apologize. We have work to do," Ominis admitted.

"I need a shower... and a nap now." Sebastian let go of Kathryn and stood up straight, wincing at the soreness in his torso from laughing so hard. "This is far from over though. Watch yourself," he added to Ominis as he passed by to head back to their dormitory.

"He's not serious, is he? I'm going to feel horrible if I started something between you two." Kathryn folded her arms over her chest.

"Not to worry. Our friendship is complicated, but solid." Ominis' jaw clenched as he thought about his siblings. "As I hate my actual family, I assume this is how real brothers would get along. He'll forget about it by tomorrow."

"I'll take your word for it. Let's go over a few more spells before dinner, hmm?" Kathryn sat back down and grabbed the spell book, flipping through pages. "Preferably some I can use in dueling. I have a feeling Sebastian won't go easy on me if Professor Hecat pairs us up again."

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The end! Hopefully y'all liked it. I have other Hogwarts Legacy drabbles knocking around in my head too. I love these two Slytherin boys so much. 😭 As always, likes and comments and reblogs are appreciated and encouraged. Thank you! 💗💗

#Ominis Gaunt #Sebastian Sallow #original character #Hogwarts Legacy #Slytherin #rictusempra #fanfic #tickle fic #ticklish!Sebastian #I feel like there needs to be a sequel #but I have other ideas for those boys #I'm becoming obsessed with them

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Discworld | Part 4

The Adventurer's Log

Accidental hiatus but I'm back. To recap I was struggling and needed one more ingredient for the spell to find the dragon's lair. I called my last post a chronicle of errors. It was even more so than I knew. I said may the search not lead me to even more agony. It did, just not in the way I expected. I started out here on the search for the still-needed magic coil.

I did some wandering, checking out places again with no luck until I thought to go back to the alley rooftops as it had been a while since I'd been there and I hadn't checked it out as thoroughly as other places. Surprise, surprise I had missed a tower in the background I could get to. I got over there to dangle off a flag pole and get a nice view of the dragon. Also a conversation with Death who happened to be passing by.

Rincewind is not willing to let go of life at this point in time, so Death headed off. Just another day in Rincewind's life.

The flagpole had a tip at the end to interact with. I was thinking through items that could hang there and the mirror had string to hang with. Of course I had to go back down to ground level since the Luggage wasn't going to be getting up here. Put Rincewind's pockets to use. I do wish he could carry two items though. Have some options.

I wasn't sure what the mirror would do if this worked at all--maybe shine light somewhere useful?

It did work and light was shone around...catching the attention of the dragon who flew over to admire itself.

Then it blew flame at the mirror breaking the string and the mirror fell all the way back down to be caught by the lovely Luggage. I went to check out what the state the mirror was in now and...

and...

Dragon Breath... a breathed-on-mirror for my dragon breath. Which, yeah, makes sense...but...argh! Certainly makes more sense than what I had thought with the hair roller.

The hair roller was the magic coil all along; the thing I'd been looking for was already found... I mean the connection--brimstone!--had felt awfully tenuous but I'd made it before realizing the magic coil was even a thing, thinking I only needed four ingredients and it just...stuck. Not one of my finer moments.

Venting through save file names.

But hey, at least I've got them all now! Now it was time for my triumphant return to the Archchancellor. For real this time.

At last all the ingredients! Forget the bumbling and mistakes!

And the Archchancellor put them all together into a dragon detecting device. Rincewind meanwhile has a whole pile of gold in his head to daydream about it, so decides he wants that detector himself. With the ye olde "look behind you something weird" trick, Rincewind distracted the Archchancellor and grabbed the device for himself. Now I know we're in an alternate universe because book Rincewind would be fleeing at top speed with the device handled and out of his hands. He gets to go back to boring? Yes please! On the other hand the call of gold and riches is strong I suppose.

Anyway, I was thrown back out into the city map and had to run around it until I got some good rapid beeping and a new location was revealed. A barn.

The dragon's lair! Gold!

Gold gold gold! But once all the gold was loaded into the Luggage, the dragon made itself known. Uh oh.

Or less uh oh as it turns out. The dragon isn't happy about being dragged here. A secret brotherhood has control of him and has been using him for their evil deeds. He just wants to go back to his own dimension of rest. So, the dragon makes a request: find the brotherhood and find each of the six gold artifacts they used to summon and control him. Bring the artifacts to him and he can sever the connection they have over him. First go find the one who stole the book of summoning from the Unseen University library. Also get moving because he can feel himself being built up for another rampage. Good times!

And it's time for Act II! Is this a 2 act game or a 3 act game (probably 3?)? Or more! I have no idea.

I missed the Act I image at the start of the game, so here's II at least.

Before I left the lair I also found and grabbed a screwdriver.

Knowing I needed to track down a book thief I headed back to the library for clues. I didn't get anything useful out of the Librarian but I did still have the sleazy man to deal with.

Something I may have forgotten to mention last time, but if not, reminders certainly don't hurt, is that this guy wasn't willing to give his golden banana for anything...except maybe all the gold in the kingdom. So I started handing him all the dragon gold and Rincewind convinced him that was indeed in all the gold in their kingdom, well democracy. Sorry, Rincewind, didn't get to stay rich for long. I was given the golden banana and showing it to the Librarian led him to opening a door into L-Space. So, I went into L-Space.

It brought me to a past night in the Library where I was able to see a thief come in, steal the book and leave through a secret passage. Leaving L-Space and coming back resets things.

I tried taking the book myself and leaving and ended up in Death's Domain. I think that's where it was meant to be anyway.

The four horsemen of the apocalypse were playing some kind of card game and after some silly conversation I was booted back out. I assume my efforts were paradox causing. So no taking the book!

What I was actually meant to do was follow the thief into the secret passage, where I was brought back out to the city but at night.

The thief ran around for a while before he finally settled at a new location to go check out.

There's a drainpipe and rain barrel. Might be relevant but I haven't found how yet. The forbidding door had a forbidding knocker I could use.

Brother Doorkeeper talked through the door slot but refused to say anything because Rincewind is clearly not part of the brotherhood. Not even dressed right. Nothing forbidding or black about him.

I assume I need something black to wear. I see a few possibilities: steal something, dye something, or I dunno, singe his clothing? Probably not that third option but who knows!

I left to explore night Ankh-Morpork some more.

I found Rincewind passed out drunk on the park bench from that counterwise wine had earlier. There was also a butterfly.

I also found a butterfly. A multiverse of ramifications. Of course I tried to catch it with the net; what could go wrong? It flew up to the lamp and stayed there out of reach.

I carried on.

I was able to go to the inn and enter the room. There was the guy who had been...will be? in the Broken Drum. I remembered his story about being scared of some eldritch being entering his room and stealing his gate pass. All the steps were told! But I seem to need some way to get him to seemingly pass out, or Rincewind won't go far because the guy is all alert. The guy had talked about the being bursting through the door, so something there? I also have no need for a gatepass right now anyway. So, something for future referennce?

I went to the Street as well, which mostly didn't have much for me, but Igneous's pottery shop was open and I was able to snag a pot off the window sill. I think he's the same troll as the one at the Psychia-trickerist's too?

I couldn't find anything else to do, so I headed back through L-Space to the current day, figuring I could maybe find something helpful to bring back. Back in the present time I didn't really know what to do or where to go so I did the rounds checking everywhere again. Lots of stuff changed.

Palace: The guards wouldn't let me pass and I couldn't get them to knock each other out to sneak by like before.

Park: The lamp now had water and a fish swimming in it. That was sure some butterfly.

Inn: The rom was now accessible. I found some bubble bath in its bathroom

Cite Gate: A crate with fireworks and a keg of gun powder. I got to take both...

Sator Square: One of the old men was collapsed with a poison dart. Or faking it? The others weren't concerned anyway.

The amazon woman was deciding to take a different approach to the men slaughtering for severity-based attacks based on severity of the lust

The UU chef was in the stockade

Unseen University: The Archchancellor was gone from the room

There was cornflour to get in the kitchen

I was able to light a match and light a lamp in the storage closet so I could actually see. I found starch on a shelf - New Jiffy-bril instant starch - stiffens anything

In the back area that leads to the kitchen I was able to take a garbage can full of garbage. Yay? Street: The fish monger had some different stuff to say that was still not helpful. Mostly punny.

There's a monk of Offler preaching on the corner. He's always been there, but I think I may have skipped mentioning him before. He has dark robes so there's promise there but beats me what to do if there's anything to that. He's also really annoying because the text and his mouthing lasts way longer than the actual voicing and actions are stalled until he shuts up. Briefly. Before the next line.

The bargain bin stock in the toy shop changed and I got a Hogfather doll.

The woman left the barber but I couldn't find anything to do with the now-empty chair.

Alley: The alchemist has made progress towards clickies but hasn't had any luck getting good actors

The tile that launches you up to the rooftops doesn't seem to work anymore.

Livery Stable: I grabbed more corn for the sake of having more corn because why not. Still don't know what to do about the donkey

Hideout: I can now access it in the present, but couldn't find anything to do there. In fact I couldn't seem to even use the knocker.

Broken Drum: Didn't see anything more I could do. That said, I probably could stand to check it out more thoroughly again.

And after all that I'm not sure what to do now. I need Secret Brotherhood-worthy clothing, somehow...

Just because I could, I used my matches with the firecrackers and lit one. So... now I have a lit firecracker hanging out in the Luggage. Not dangerous at all!

Otherwise, I've probably just missed something. That's usually the case. I am piling up a lot of inventory items though. Hopefully I'll be back with mission accomplished and getting a good start on finding those artifacts. Is bringing those golden artifacts to the dragon a good idea? I have some doubts. Dragons are tricky, but we shall see. Either way being under control of the brotherhood is bad too. Or maybe he is totally on the up and up and will go back home when released. For now? I wander! And hopefully solve problems.

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My First Love || Ulysses & Aitana @oceansbride

Ulysses found himself in a tumultuous emotional state. Despite his own unrequited feelings for Delia, he had fallen deeply in love with Aitana, a siren he had encountered during one of his mystical journeys. Aitana's enchanting voice and captivating spirit had touched his heart in ways he had never experienced before.

However, fate seemed to play a cruel hand as Aitana's heart had been captured by a human pirate, someone whom Ulysses deeply detested. It was a complex situation, and Ulysses struggled with conflicting emotions, torn between his love for Aitana and his disdain for the pirate who had won her affections.

In the midst of this emotional turmoil, Ulysses found himself faced with a difficult choice. He possessed the knowledge and power to transform Aitana from her siren form into a human, a transformation she had long desired. It was a spell he had learned in his quest to understand the intricacies of magical beings and their desires for change.

Despite his own emotional turmoil, Ulysses recognized the importance of granting Aitana's wish. He understood that true love meant wanting the best for the person, even if it meant relinquishing his own desires. With a heavy heart, he decided to perform the spell, using his magical abilities to facilitate Aitana's transformation into a human.

Ulysses channeled his emotions, carefully separating his personal feelings from the task at hand. He focused on the incantations, drawing upon his knowledge and experience to guide the spell. It required immense concentration and control, but he managed to perform the transformation, altering Aitana's form from that of a siren to that of a human.

Throughout the process, Ulysses kept his emotions in check, burying his own longing and heartache. He recognized that his love for Aitana could never be fulfilled, and it was better to see her happy, even if it meant with someone else.

As Aitana emerged from the transformation, now a human, Ulysses congratulated her with a forced smile, concealing his own inner turmoil. He chose not to reveal his own feelings, understanding that it would only complicate matters further and potentially jeopardize their friendship.

From that moment on, Ulysses silently carried the weight of his unrequited love, supporting Aitana as a friend and confidant, even as he watched her embrace her newfound human life with the pirate she had fallen for. It was a bittersweet sacrifice, but one he made out of love and respect for Aitana's happiness.

A few months passed, and Ulysses was reunited with Aitana.

Aitana's revelation that she was pregnant and her request for Ulysses to care for her daughter, Sirena, weighed heavily on both of their hearts. The conversation took place in a quiet, secluded spot by the shore, where the crashing waves provided a backdrop to their emotional exchange.

Aitana, her gaze fixed on the horizon, took a deep breath before turning to face Ulysses. Her voice was filled with a mix of vulnerability and determination as she shared her news. "Ulysses, there's something I need to tell you," she began, her voice trembling slightly. "I'm carrying a child, a daughter. It's a blessing and a burden, all at once."

She paused, her eyes brimming with tears as she continued, her words filled with a mother's love and concern. "Her name will be Sirena, just like mine. She will be born into a world of humans, disconnected from her siren heritage. I fear for her, Ulysses. I fear that she will face challenges and dangers without the guidance of our kind."

Aitana reached out, gently placing her hand on Ulysses' arm, seeking comfort and reassurance. "I trust you, Ulysses. I've seen your kindness, your wisdom, and your unwavering dedication to protect those in need. If anything were to happen to me, if I couldn't be there for Sirena, I implore you to take care of her, to guide and protect her."

Her voice quivered with a mixture of hope and fear. "You have the knowledge and the strength to understand her true nature, to help her navigate the challenges she may face. Promise me that you will be there for her, that you will watch over her with the same love and care I would give."

Ulysses, his heart heavy with the weight of Aitana's request, looked into her eyes, his own filled with empathy and determination. He gently covered Aitana's hand with his own, offering her a silent show of support.

"Aitana, I am honored that you trust me with such a significant responsibility," he replied, his voice filled with a mix of emotions. "I promise you, with all my heart, that if anything were to happen to you, I will be there for Sirena. I will give her the love, guidance, and protection that you would want for her."

Ulysses paused for a moment, collecting his thoughts before continuing. "I cannot replace you, Aitana. I cannot replicate the unique bond a mother shares with her child. But I will do everything in my power to ensure Sirena knows her heritage, her true self, and that she finds her own path in this world."

He squeezed her hand gently, his grip firm yet tender. "You have my word, Aitana. I will be there for Sirena, to support her, to guide her, and to cherish her as if she were my own. You can trust me with this responsibility."

With those words, they shared a bittersweet moment, their hearts intertwined in a complex web of love, sacrifice, and the unbreakable bond of friendship. They both understood the weight of the future and the challenges that lay ahead, but they were determined to face them together, for the sake of Sirena and the love they shared for her.

#oceansbride #drabble #connections: princess aitana

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Gilbert has been obsessed with Flyer Derby for years. It keeps him entertained during all those hours spent alone in his room. However, his interest doesn't involve much action and is instead limited to watching all of his school team's games, collecting books on the sport and keeping updated on the current derby season with magazines. He does like to zoom around on his staff over the roof of his house sometimes and pretend he's an athlete but it's not a substitute for the real thing. He is very much aware that he doesn't have what it takes to play Flyer Derby competitively. But he can at least hang on to wishful thinking as a way to get him through the day.

Gilbert's favourite team is the Molars, a group of underdogs from Latissa who have been making history with their matches lately. Gilbert follows their lore religiously. He knows everything. Their names, their history, their rise to fame, even the time and place of their weekly practises.

Gilbert's parents had business to attend to in Latissa and Gilbert, brimming with ulterior motives, begged to come along. By some miracle, they agreed.

The family rented three rooms in the town's only Inn. Not as upscale as they were used to but it was only for one night. Gilbert was ordered to stay in his room as his mother and father went out to get things done. He happily agreed.

Gilbert hadn't a notion of staying in his room.

Harvey's abomination assignment took an hour longer than he expected so when he rushed downstairs for his shift, he was head-to-toe splattered with goop stains.

Harvey and Gilbert meet again, maybe a month after the IFWOT incident.

Harvey was standing at the foot of the stairs, attempting to clean himself off, though the goop just kept coming off on his hands. He liked to look presentable if he could help it, but he didn't mind being a little messy if it was just for work. Though this all changed when he heard a shocked and euphoric "Harvey!" from the front desk and he turned around to find a spotless and impeccably dressed Gilbert Park. All sky blue and white and silver. Practically princely.

Harvey couldn't stand feeling like a slob in comparison to whoever was speaking to him, especially when that person was looking at him with such familiar eyes. It made him want to crawl out of his skin. So he panics. And the first thought that occurs to him is Run.

So Harvey fucking bolts. Out the door and into the street, as Gilbert calls out to him.

"Wait! Hold on! Stop! Harvey!"

He's made it at least halfway down the block when the ground rumbles, he hears one final "Stop!" and a fist of earth mounds erupts out of the pathway and snatches hold of him.

Immobilised, Harvey struggles and glances about frantically for whoever did this. That's when Gilbert comes running up, immediately pinning his hands over Harvey's mouth.

"Sorry, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to do that. I'll let you go. I promise. Just please do not yell or act like you're being attacked because I saw Coven Scouts right around the corner and if I get in trouble with them, it's gonna be bad news for me. So just-please, I'm begging you. Don't draw attention to us."

As soon as Gilbert's hands are removed, Harvey blurts out "You are insane."

"No no I'm normal. I'm actually so normal. This isn't a good example of me being normal but I swear that most of the time I-"

"Can you let me go now?"

"Oh. Right right."

It takes Gilbert a few minutes to undo the spell because he's too embarrassed to ask Harvey to please close his eyes so he doesn't feel watched. But eventually he manages it.

Harvey is still completely mentally reeling from the reality that the incompetent witch he met at IFWOT just tore the ground apart and captured him with minimum effort. Like. What else could he do if he didn't hesitate so much?

They eventually get to the reason why Gilbert is here in the first place. He rummages around in his satchel and fishes out a Flyer Derby magazine, pointing enthusiastically at the Molars on the front page.

Harvey squints.

"Every evening they have practise at the field on the outskirts of town. Right? Right??"

"How should I know?"

"You live here."

"Yeah but I don't....I don't keep up with the Molars. Or Flyer Derby. Or... sports in general."

"But you know where the field is, right?"

"Yeah?"

"So could you take me? Please just take me. I don't know my way around this place and-"

"And dressed like that, you're gonna get mugged."

"Wh-really? Oh thorns. Hold on."

Gilbert abruptly tugs at his collar and yanks out a necklace. He removes it.

In a puff of illusion smoke, all of Gilbert's dazzle is gone. Blue, white and silver vanishes and what remains is dull brown and grey. Unassuming, practical attire. There's even a rip at the hem of his tunic. The almost otherworldly glow of his skin fades and Harvey can now make out a small cluster of acne at his jaw.

"You wear glasses?!" Harvey practically booms, because that's the only thing he can think to say. It's like he's now looking at an entirely different boy and the contrast is mindblowing. The frames alone practically shapeshift his whole face.

Gilbert blushes. "Yeah but never in public. I look more like my brothers without them so my parents prefer it like that. Here, lemme just-"

He then steps forward and loops the concealment stone around Harvey's neck. Another poof and all of abomination goo stains are gone. Harvey's breath hitches, stunned.

Gilbert smiles. "I remember what you said back at the convention center. How you get really frustrated when you don't look your best. How bout you keep that? I've got a whole drawer of them at home."

Harvey nearly bawls then and there but he manages to hold himself together.

The decision is made to take Gilbert to the field where the Molars are playing. He worries about skivving on his duties but Gilbert offers to play the rich card if he gets in trouble. He was escorting the son of the wealthy Park family, as per said son's request. What excellent service the Latissa Inn provides. They will surely recommend this place to all their associates.

Gilbert does a very good "rich person" voice which makes Harvey laugh a lot.

Once they reach the field, Gilbert stops a good distance away and announces "Okay. This is perfect."

"You don't wanna get closer?"

"Nope."

Gilbert then opens his satchel and clicks his tongue. His palisman Elio scuttles up his witch's shoulder before transforming.

Harvey watches Gilbert board his staff, puzzled, before awkwardly taking a step back.

"We'll be able to see better if we're at their level." Gilbert explains.

"We?!" Harvey splutters.

"You said you'd stick around."

"Yeah but...on the ground."

"Scared of heights?"

"No! I just...I don't have a staff yet."

"We can share."

"No but also I...I've never been on a staff."

Gilbert grins. "Awesome! So this will be a fun new experience for you!"

After a little convincing, Harvey sits himself down on the end of Gilbert's staff, only to involuntarily screech as they shoot into the air.

Gilbert is then taken by surprise as a pair of arms frantically grasp around his waist and squeeze him tight. Okay. Sure. Touching. This boy sure does a lot of sudden touching. Personal bubble popping. This is fine. His frame stiffens and he keeps his eyes locked dead ahead.

But as Harvey starts muttering about falling and cracking his skull and dying a gruesome painful death, Gilbert relaxes as laughter bursts out of him.

"So you are scared of heights."

"No I just....need to get used to this." Harvey's voice is muffled, as his face is buried in Gilbert's shoulder blades.

"Will you fly once you get a staff of your own?"

"Yeah."

"I could show you how."

Harvey is quiet for a long while. "I can do it myself."

Gilbert frowns. He learned to fly by himself. He remember wishing that someone had helped him.

Eventually, Harvey adjusts enough to open his eyes. This is around the time the Molars begin spinning around over the field.

Gilbert is ecstatic and Harvey isn't sure just how much of him is coaxed into looking just so he can see the face that matches the excitable voice. It doesn't disappoint.

All it takes is an hour. An hour of Gilbert cheering and laughing and practically vibrating with enthusiasm. An hour of Harvey's indifference towards the sport shifting into curiosity, then interest, then wonder, then amazement, until he winds up yelling and whooping alongside Gilbert.

It's different than Grudgby. Though Glandus was crazy about it, Harvey had never cared much for Grudgby. Too much clobbering. But this was way different. And it was cool. It was so so cool.

He had never really been this childishly excited about something that didn't involve furthering his future. What was the point of getting sucked into a Flyer Derby obsession of all things? Maybe it was just that Gilbert's excitement was contagious.

Once practise was over and the boys descended to the ground, Harvey immediately had to go throw up in a bush. He supposed this meant that he had gotten a little too carried away.

And that was their first shared Flyer Derby experience.

#the park saga

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DP - PT AU - A Wish for Youth

I have a story prompt here for anyone who wants it. This is a Phantom Twins AU where Danny has a twin sister named Diana, also called Dina or Di by her friends & family.

She was with Danny when the portal turned on. She's the medic of the group who's eventually gonna be a doctor & her core element is water(main)/ice(secondary) while Danny's is ice(main)/wind(secondary). She's skilled with shields & has the power to heal lesser wounds & make worse wounds less serious. She has the same Obsession as Danny, but the way she executes it is slightly different in that he sees protecting people as simply fighting off foes so people don't get hurt in the first place, while Dina does that, as well as gets them out of harms way & heals them when they do get hurt.

She's naturally beautiful & fashionable, yet modest in public & could easily usurp Paulina's spot as queen bee & even do so by being a better person, but she's confident & self-assured enough that she doesn't feel the need to. She can be manipulative, petty, & mischievous in the right situations, is very good at lying despite not being comfortable with doing so unless necessary, & a better, more patient strategist than Vlad. All things considered, if she didn't care about the wellbeing of others as much as she does, she'd make for a more competent & effective villain than Vlad.

The scenario involves Danny & Vlad having an argument outside of Fenton Works over something or other. Dina, Sam, Tucker, & Jazz were there, watching.

The Fenton parents had just come out to see what the commotion was when Danny accidentally wished that Vlad understood how it felt to be his age.

At that moment, Desiree appeared & granted his wish, turning Vlad into a stunned 16 year old, silver-haired teen in too large clothes.

I'm thinking that the cover story is that he's Vladimir David Masters Jr., only son & heir to Vladimir David Masters Sr., who just got back from boarding school. This way, he gets to keep his name at least.

I wanna see the fruitloop being put back in school & struggling with puberty & hormones & being frustrated with having to go through it all over again, as well as trying to manage several businesses & an entire town while maintaining his school work. I wanna see him completely outta his element!

Meanwhile, it's a mixed bag for Danny. On the one hand, he's enjoying the bastard's suffering. On the other hand, he has to see Vlad's ugly mug every day at school now. Maybe his parents punish him for creating this problem in the first place by requesting that Vlad be placed in every one of Danny's classes & making him guide Vlad? Subsequently, that means that he's also in every one of Dina's classes too.

I can also see Vlad being brought into the A-Listers because he comes from money & Paulina likely tries to flirt with him, but because he's sapiosexual, an amazon chaser, & has a thing for competence, he literally has zero interest in her & finds her to be both dull, weak, & too much of a damsel for his tastes.

Maybe Danny & Vlad start a rivalry in school. Also, because Vlad is a teen again & no one knows him, he's able to put more effort into things like gym, so he has no issues with showing off his less-than-human advantages & taunting Danny overtly. I could see Danny getting so ticked that he gives up on not excelling at gym & everyone is shocked.

However, Dina never tried to overtly separate herself from her Phantom because in this AU, they actually wear black domino masks to hide their identity per her recommendation, so she already lets herself loose at gym whereas Danny was always overly paranoid about it.

I also see Danny holding off on helping to find Desiree until after the spell is permanent. Then, not starting his search until he notices that Vlad & Dina were getting too friendly.

Interesting thing, when Vlad, Danny, & Dina get into fights as ghosts, it quickly becomes very obvious that even just one of the twins is far stronger than him & that's primarily because they have to fight on a daily basis while Vlad never had to. It is in this moment that they learn that most of Vlad's advantages over the twins had to do with age rather than experience. This humiliates the man-turned-teen & it motivates him into actually training. At least as far as being beaten by Danny, learning that Dina can do the same causes a very different reaction in him. He always did have a thing for women who could kick his ass.

One final thing, they kept the uniforms from Eye for an Eye, only instead of red, white, & blue, they're the same but with mulberry purple sweater vests, black & royal blue plaid skirts/trousers, black socks & dress shirts, & royal blue ties.

Here's a picture of Dina in her uniform, both at age 14 & age 18:

You can do whatever you want with this story beyond these few stipulations so long as it ends with VladxDina & Vlad deciding to remain 16 to be with her.

Vlad is sapiosexual, gynephilic bisexual, & heteroromantic. He has a masters in engineering & ectoengineering, while Dina is a chemistry/biochemistry/ectochemistry, biology/marine biology/ectobiology, & medicine/pharmacology genius. They both enjoy debating & I'm looking for a moment when they're debating, circling each other, sizing each other up, then they realize that they've just found someone on their level.

For other pairs, it can be either Amethyst Ocean & Hunter Silly or Grey Ghost or Everlasting Trio or whatever you choose.

Vlad & Dina have several things in common. They both like literature (Dina prefers fiction, adventure, fantasy, & mystery while Vlad likes both fiction & nonfiction, horror, revenge, & mystery; they both enjoy classic literature), chess (Vlad is who taught her), debate (they are always civil & it never turns into an argument despite having a lot of very different views, but both Vlad & Dina have Filibuster kinks), food & baking (Vlad's a foodie & used to bake with his mother so it has a soft spot for him, while Dina is one of the only 2 people in her house who can cook, she's interested in food history & researching unique & interesting recipes, as well as recipes that never should've gone out of style; they both have sweet tooths), plays & theater (Dina specifically enjoys musical theater), dancing (It's one of Vlad's old passions, he's teaching Dina), & music (Dina has eclectic tastes in music, enjoying country rock, classic rock, jazz, & classical; she saved up to buy a violin & she's pretty good at it, but isn't interested in being some prodigy, she just does it for fun, so her improvements are slow, while Vlad like classical, rock, & punk, & is an exceptional pianist).

For a better understanding of Dina as a person & her relationship with Vlad, go here:

Careful, it's a very long post.

(Side-note: High-key, I feel like Dash is a complete bisexual mess for both the Fenton Twins & the Phantom Twins, though his crush on the Phantoms are more a celeb crush than anything. With the Fentons, he tries to cover up his crush on Danny by bullying him while he just hits on Dina like he does Jazz, but he's secretly crushed every time she shuts him down.)

Phantom Twins AU Masterlist

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im New in Town but for ALL of your commanders, what paths did they take (and why); if they have a fixed team, what was it; what were their thoughts on galfrey; 5 moments in their run that define their character to you; who did they romance? (i know a lot of these for valerius but I'm curious about others!)

I only have Valerius for Wrath - generally speaking I don't tend to have more than one protagonist for each game because I always struggle to keep my attention on more than one and the playthroughs are so long that I think if I tried to have multiples, I'd burn out. The other Pathfinder kiddos are Leonelle, my MC for Owlcat's Kingmaker, and Luminița, who I play in a 2e game, but at least for Leonelle I can answer a couple of these.

Valerius (Wrath of the Righteous):

Lich -> Legend. Honestly wouldn't recommend Lich to anyone because it's so removed from the story and very mechanically underwhelming (on my first run at least, Valerius was an Inquisitor of Urgathoa but he couldn't merge his spellbook with the Lich one when he absolutely should have been able to considering Urgathoa is the mythic path's signature deity) but unfortunately it is the most in-character and flavourful option for Valerius as an Urgathoan dhampir, and I like the transition over to Legend. Legend happens as a result of three things:

What Zacharius is asking him to give up is...tricky. The lich demanded asceticism from him while on the path, but that is anathema to how Urgathoans approach that path - they're meant to make the most of their lives before they greet their ashenmorn. Valerius realises that he is not quite ready to give up being mortal; he is a dhampir with a very long lifespan ahead of him and with a different avenue to undeath being open to him in the form of his Moroi father.

Learning that his mythic power is not Urgathoa's Divine Blessing for a deed well done and a successful Reaping under the guise of the crusade nearly breaks his faith, and he doesn't want to believe it now even if he still can.

The thought of sacrificing Camellia unnerves him more than he wants to admit, and that forces him to confront the fact he is falling in love with the person he is closest to within the crusade. He doesn't want to admit it, given their relationship is complicated at this point in time, but it ends up being the proverbial nail in the coffin that has him swearing to look for a way out of this bargain with Zacharius.

Him choosing to become a Legend is not without cost. A lot of the followers he had in act 3 are now gone, save for a few Urgathoans who believe that they can 'save' Valerius from his foolishness - including Elyanka, the Whispering Way advisor, and his divine spells are now gone, and as a result he spends a lot of act 5 trying to regain his Goddess' favour - usually through sacrifices in her name. Most notably - Galfrey (RIP), Horgus and the Gwerm household servants - and generally being far more aggressive than diplomatic. He is desperate to get back into her favour, and he eventually does, but it takes a long time and a lot of blood to get there.

Galfrey's death was regrettable - he was too full of desperation, wounded pride and anger to let that opportunity to pass him by; Valerius had also seen what had happened since he'd been striped of command. The crusades couldn't afford to be divided. The official reports say Galfrey was killed in action, and those present at the time would not say anything different (Camellia and Greybor, certainly not.) Still - Galfrey was someone he'd wished he had had a better relationship with, but I imagine any good will between them was unlikely - she's a Paladin after all. She could sense his rancid vibes from a mile away.

His team has a core four, then a rotating slots for an archer. The 'core' of the party are Camellia, Nenio, Sosiel and Greybor, while Delamere/Wenduag/evil!Arueshalae take the archer slot depending on the act.

The five moments that probably defined his run: making the bargain with Zacharius at the Lost Chapel, allowing Camellia to continue her sacrifices (it is a surprise tool that will help him later), being captured in the Battlebliss, rejecting his mythic power and beating back Deskari and committing regicide at Iz. The latter made him feel near godlike, and it also set the stage for his post-game ambitions.

Romance-wise, well - he romanced Camellia canonically. She was just such a natural choice for him and I will never not find it delightful that I found the perfect option for him on my first, blind run. But his act 3 was an absolute mess romantically - at one point he had four romances active - Camellia (intentional), Wenduag (somewhat intentional), Sosiel (kinda intentional? I was toying around with it for a little bit) and Daeran (absolutely not intentional.) He shut down Daeran incredibly hard when there were suddenly roses everywhere - he found it quite embarrassing, actually, and it wasn't like Valerius had ever expressed any interest in him. Sosiel's was unintentional to an extent, but I kinda wanted to see how it meshed with him, even if it didn't commit - I like to think that Sosiel definitely had some rose-tinted glasses on in acts 2 and 3, and slowly came to realise with horror that this handsome (dark) knight in shining armour is not who he thought he was, and Valerius was...somewhat relishing the potential of corrupting a Shelynite priest. As for Wenduag - well, they hooked up a lot in act 3, but Wenduag found herself falling out of favour with him -- and also starting bar fights -- when Camellia got him wrapped around her little finger.

If there is one thing Valerius doesn't like when 'courting', it's showy displays of affection or open bragging. Wenduag, Sosiel and Daeran all did something like this (Wendu bragging that she wouldn't get punished because of how close she was to him; Sosiel's attempted gesture with the orchestra; Daeran's roses), while Camellia wished to keep things private and uncomplicated. Of course, with Camellia, it became very complicated further down the line...

Leonelle (Pathfinder: Kingmaker)

Her team is not as fixed as Valerius', aside from having Jaethal and Kanerah, but usually Regongar, Harrim and Nok-Nok make up the party.

I'm between Troll Trouble and Season of the Bloom on her run right now, so I'm not sure there's any defining moments for her just yet.

She is in an open relationship with Kanerah and Jaethal; Kanerah is her canon romance and future queen-consort, while post-game, Jaethal is her mistress. All involved are aware of the arrangement - there's a document outlining it even (tfw two of you are devil-blooded and the other is a Kyoni ex-judge) - and both Kanerah and Jaethal are allowed to pursue any fancies of theirs outside of their relationship with Leonelle.

#celestialkindliness #answered #oc: valerius #oc: leonelle

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A little tiger?

A/N: first fic, edited, I don't think I could balance the length to separate it into chapters, so here ya go XD Decided to write for Hoon-ie after not getting enough fics of him. I read every possible fic in existence, so now I'm joining the rabbit hole. Pairing: Taehoon Seong x !F reader (Gender Neutral, actually. But it steers more towards a female reader.) Themes: Fluff, profane language, actual fluff

i am convinced this man wears eyeliner.

There were a few things that you came to agree on with Taehoon before you moved in together, in which he took the time to hash out the nitty-gritty details that would shape your lifestyle.

First things first, cleanliness was non-negotiable. Clean up after your own mess, get rid of those stinky socks on the coffee table, and don't you dare delay washing those dirty dishes. A fair share of chores is just as important. Fuck gender roles. That shit doesn't matter to Taehoon, neither to you. You embraced a fair distribution of chores, because who needs traditional gender norms cramping your style?

Communication was key to keeping your domestic life intact. You made it a rule to give each other a heads-up before inviting anyone over. Taehoon didn't want to be caught by your dad walking out of his room after he just woke up, walking around the place while he was shirtless, and you couldn't blame him. No free fanservice for your old man, sorry.

And then, there was the ultimate deal-breaker: absolutely, ABSOLUTELY no pets allowed. Sad, but necessary. You both recognized the responsibilities and potential burden that a furry friend could bring into your peaceful (chaotic mostly, thanks to your petty bickerings) haven. So, you made the tough call to keep your space pet-free, even though it meant missing out on endless cuteness.

These seemingly straightforward house rules were the backbone of your cohabitation. You can see where this is going at, just basic house rules you'd need to abide by. Easy peasy, right?

Dragging your exhausted self through the threshold, you fumbled with your keys, the metallic jingle filling the air as you struggled to unlock the door. With a half-hearted stretch and a lazy rub of your bleary eyes, you muttered curses under your breath. Fuck them. The sheer stupidity of your project groupmates. Ugh, seriously, could life get any more frustrating? But hey, that's fine since you have-

"You cute little shit. You're mine."

Are your ears lying to you? Is your menace of a boyfriend baby talking someone… Who's not you?!? To hear him speak so sweetly that he would never even bring himself to talk to you in the same way as he did just now. That's right, give him a piece of your mind.

Brows furrowing in frustration and jealousy, you'd speak up. You need to talk to him, he deserves a little lecture. As you walked inside your humble abode, you grumpily stomped your way to the bedroom.

"Taehoon Seong, What the f-"

Caught red-handed, Taehoon's eyes widened as he notices your enraged expression. In a panicked manner, he swiftly hurled a nearby blanket into a corner of the room, as if hoping to hide the evidence of his silly stunt. You'd rarely see such a horrified look on his usually stoic expression, Calling this pretty boy other than the stupid nicknames you give him feels so strangely threatening, almost like stepping into uncharted territory. Hello? He's "Hoon-ie", "Pretty Boy", "Sneaky Link", "Sexy Bastard"… Who the fuck is "Taehoon Seong"?

But before you could launch into a full-blown confrontation, a soft and unmistakable "Meow" reverberated through the air, breaking the awkward tension. Busted. Who would have ever thought that Taehoon, the seemingly more composed and level-headed one in the relationship, would dare to break the sacred "no pets" rule? It was unbelievable, mind-boggling, and to make matters worse, it wasn't even you who did this cheeky act. This left you momentarily stunned.

Now, off to berating your boyfriend.

"Oi, I thought we–"

"That was me."

"Didn't know that my man can meow like a harmless creature–"

"Shut the fuck up…"

An awkward silence fills the air for a moment, with you thinking about the act Taehoon pulled, while he starts contemplating whether or not he should break it. The tension was then interrupted by this "unwanted guest". Of course, the cat manages to escape from the blanket, heading its way towards you, its tiny paws padding across the floor.

You know that you can't stay mad, especially when Taehoon is being unusually soft – except that it's not being directed towards you. Your boyfriend is an immature dick of a tsundere, deal with it.

Leaning down to stroke the adorable creature that had stolen your boyfriend's heart, you couldn't help but be enthralled by its soft, velvety fur. Okay, let's admit it, the cat was undeniably cute, but that didn't mean you could suppress the pangs of jealousy that surged within you as Taehoon showered the little feline with affection.

"Why on earth didn't you give me a heads up about bringing this cute shit home? Seriously, you've broken not one, but two rules,"

You exclaimed, unable to hide your frustration.

He glanced at you, a hint of guilt flickering in his eyes.

"I acted impulsively, and I'm sorry."

Is what you imagined he would say. After all, he should apologize for his thoughtless actions. But let's face it, again – your boyfriend had a knack for being a dick. Instead of the heartfelt apology you expected, all you received was a blank stare and a nonchalant shrug.

"Oh, for fuck's sake."

You exclaimed, exasperatedly. Pinching the bridge of your nose, you let out a weary sigh. Finally, he broke his silence, bringing an end to the internal debate he seemed to be having.

"I brought it home because it reminded me of you."

And that's a good thing right? He probably brought it home since the cat was cute, like you, right?

"Where did you even get this? Did you buy it, take it from an animal shelter, take it from the streets… Or did you steal this from someone?"

Too many questions, Taehoon is NOT willing to answer them. But he does anyway because you being an interrogative bitch needs to stop.

"Took it from the streets after I-"

Taehoon began, but you interrupted him, already familiar with the story.

"Lemme guess, another round of beating assholes up?"

You asked, a hint of sarcasm in your voice as you gave him that annoying, knowing, AUDACIOUS smirk. It turns him on a little though, not that he'd admit that.

"They were hurting it."

So, instead of mindlessly beating the shit out of random thugs just for 500 won, he had actually stepped in to protect the defenseless creature? For once, Taehoon had an actual reason for his actions – okay, maybe not once – but it caused a surprising warmth to spread through your heart. You couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration for him. It was as if he genuinely wanted to provide a safe haven for the cat, and that realization melted away any lingering resentment.

You looked at Taehoon, noticing a glimmer of excitement in his eyes as he gazed at the little feline. You could've sworn he looked so determined to keep the rascal. In that moment, your heart softened at the oddity of your dear menace.

"Okay, but for real, why did the cat remind you of me?"

Ugh, seriously. Stop with the questions. It's slightly pissing Taehoon off to the extent that he'd kick your ass (only lightly though, knowing full well that it'd rile you up anyway).

"Weak and helpless like you. Especially during training. At least sometimes. Most of the time."

If you expected a better answer than that, then prepare to be dissapointed. He's Taehoon Seong after all, you brought yourself into this.

"And in bed too-"

You send a series of aggressive smacks on his ass. His comment was a little uncalled for! Oh, come on, Taehoon!

"And cute. And cute! Stop it, bitch!"

He chuckled in amusement; those little hits would do little to no damage. And once you stopped, the both of you would look at the cat with another question in mind.

"What are you gonna name it?"

"Ratface."

"Disgusting. Let's go for it."

"Bitch, I was kidding."

"Hoon-ie Junior, then?"

"That's a shitty name."

"It stemmed from yours though-"

"Exactly."

"Meow~"

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Taehoon's naming skills were straight up shitty, and it was painfully obvious considering the ridiculous names he had come up with so far. Some were unnecessarily flamboyant, meant purely for sarcastic amusement, while others were downright horrendous. But let's face it, naming a cat after a character from Tekken would be a vast improvement compared to "Ratface." It had been ten fucking minutes, and neither you nor Taehoon had managed to think of a decent name yet.

"What about 'Hwoarang'?"

"Seriously? Haha, you're terrible at this."

You couldn't help but sneer at Taehoon, teasing him mercilessly as he futilely attempted to push your face away, only for you to playfully bring it even closer, peppering his face with kisses. Deep down, he wanted to do the same to you right now, but his entire focus was fixated on finding a proper name for the cat.

"Bitch, you're no better yourself,"

He retorted with a scoff, rolling his eyes in exasperation. I mean, who in their right mind would name something as sweet as this little feline "Tabasco"?

"Pocachip."

You suggested, realizing that both you and Taehoon were nowhere near finding a suitable name.

With a defeated sigh, Taehoon gave up, flopping down on the bed with the cat resting in his lap. It seemed better to leave the poor thing unnamed than to burden it with a ridiculous moniker. Naming could wait for now.

Ugh, if you ever considered having mini Taehoons then- whoops, too early for that.

But honestly, if you couldn't even come up with a name for a cat, how on earth would you manage to name your own children? Then again, it was too early to think about starting a family, and having kids wasn't currently an option on the table.

"I'll go out and buy some things for the cat."

Leaving again? You just got home. Not on your pretty boy's watch. Before you could make a move, Taehoon swiftly grabbed your wrist, his expression turning blank as he stared at you intently.

"I already took care of that."

He stated firmly.

This man was full of surprises. It was evident that he truly wanted to take care of the cat. Seeing Taehoon in this soft and caring state was unusual but endearing. If you got to witness this side of him every day, then you had no choice but to happily play the third wheel while he tended to the little kitten.

"You're really serious about this. Hah! I always knew you were a softy deep down~"

Bitch, you're teasing him so much. Stop poking his cheeks and shit, it's making him feel all giddy. He smacked your hand away, but you could have sworn to god you saw a faint pink tint on his usually pale complexion. Damn it, his fair skin made it difficult for him to hide the blush.

Minutes, hours then days pass by in a blur. Yet you and Taehoon are still no closer to giving the furball a decent name, not that the little stray needs one. The cat shall remain nameless for now, no big deal. Your life's still pretty much the same, at least a little.

Though there were times you felt a pang of jealousy creep over you as Taehoon would DELIBERATELY sweet talk the kitten just to get a reaction out of you. LOL! You have no idea how smug he feels whenever you pout or sulk in the corner of the room. He knows what he's doing, and once you caught on, he turned it down a little. Keyword: A little.

You thought caring for the adorable kitten while Taehoon was away for taekwondo practice would be easy-peasy-Taehoon-tease-me. But you were so wrong.

"Psspspspss kitty kitty!"

You call, desperately trying to gain the cat's affection. But to no avail. How does Taehoon make it look so effortless?

Every time you and Taehoon want some lovey-dovey time, that furry menace does everything to steal your man's attention. The lion, the witch, the audacity of this bitch. This goddamn motherfucker's gonna keep Taehoon all to itself.

"Cockblocker."

You sigh in frustration.

The furball has now wormed its way into your hearts. Yet giving it a name seems impossible. For now, the nameless stray shall remain…causing mischief and mayhem, one purr at a time.

"Hoon-ie, I have no idea how you get that little shit listen to you."

Other than Taehoon being the one to bring the cat home, is there really something else that would make the fluffball listen to him? Okay, he's intimidating, that's a plus. And it's the same reason as to why Hobin and Snapper would have to deal with his antics.

"My words are law."

"Not to me, they're not."

Taehoon chuckles. Oh, how could you be so stubborn? Accept the fact that this man will get anything he wants, no matter what sort of measures he'd take.

"I'm just better than you at everything else."

You gasped in mock offense, though deep down you knew that his statement was about 49.99% correct. But hey, at least you're better in making his heart pound of his chest. He gets all tingly and warm, ew, cringe. You make him feel so weak and you're not just better at it, you're the best.

"Huh? Wanna bet, pretty boy?!?"

Once you've started, know that you shouldn't back down. After all, you don't want to deal with Taehoon's teasing all week for such a petty argument.

"Alright, how about this - whoever can get the little shit to sit on their lap first wins."

Damn, this pretty boy loves you so much to the point he'll participate or even suggest bullshit.

"HAH! YOU'LL SEE."

You and Taehoon shoot challenging glances at each other as you call the cat, trying to lure it over with treats and toys. The furball pays you no heed and walks between the two of you, seemingly ignoring your bets and bickering.

"We really need a name for it."

And "Pocachip", "Tabasco", "Hoon-ie Jr." is not allowed. Taehoon starts to think whether or not you were hungry during thinking about those names. "Sh-"

"No."

#taehoon x reader #seong taehoon #viral hit #ptj universe #help idk what im doing #viral hit taehoon #how to fight taehoon #taehoon bb #seong taehun #seong taehoon x reader #taehun seong #doyouhave500won #taehoon seong #i wish there was only one way to spell his name I'm struggling

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lozchi2nd · 8 months

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TAEHOON IS ALIVE. HE'S ALIVE ALIVE. ALIIIIIVE

woohoo I can still make fics. To the person that requested the Taehoon x reader fic, I'll make it sometime in the future. Hansu bout to go full power mode like in SMK. Weeeeee~ ssamdak joins the fight.

I hope this won't drag on any longer. I'm getting really tired of Jinho.

#doyouhave500won #i wish there was only one way to spell his name i'm struggling #seong taehun #seong taehoon #how to fight taehoon #viral hit #viral hit taehoon #viral hit webtoon #taehoon

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sleepyowlwrites · 2 years

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find the word tag CCCXXIII

why. did I have a cup of oolong tea just because the pot was made? now I am more awake instead of my natural sleepy and I'll have to take a thing. at least my back seems to have calmed down a bit. it did a couple of spasmy things earlier that were not fun for me, but I should be okay since I still have another day off. @diphthongsfordays @josephinegerardywriter

ignore (dirt in the doing)

"Are you just another Jet, now? You go around picking fights because you’re mad at the world?”

Wait, hang on. What? That’s not- Jet doesn’t pick fights because he’s mad at something else. If he throws a punch at someone it’s because he wants to throw a punch at that person. Even in a random fight. He chooses his opponent, and then they’re his enemy. He’ll take them down. His anger at the world is another thing entirely.

Neon text seems to flash across his brain spelling “hypocrite!” but he chooses to ignore it.

wheel (micro story written by my friends and me)

Long ago in a space village there was a purple monkey. The monkey's name was Frederic Zebo II. He was the captain of the starship Zagoth. But his ship had no steering wheel. I can't describe what happened next. Just kidding, the ship crashed and everyone in it had a great bounce. They crawled out of the ship and saw a rubber duck army sergeant. This sergeant was the greatest duck in the force and an expert marksman. But the duck had lost his arms/wings in battle and was confined to a wheelchair. I wish social workers took care of him from henceforth on, but the government budget was slashed and he lived in solitude. The End.

straight (the sleepy stash, 2022)

I like people that are unburied, because I can talk in regular tones and get straight to the point: hi, nice to meet you, don’t mind me founding your family. But the buried ones are not to be neglected, and I can love them as much as they let me and when they poke their heads above the soil I’ll smile bright as the sun.

And for things that are not people, I don’t mind either way, unless someone is shoveling back the dirt that I just took out and it’s a struggle to reach the treasure I’m seeking for not because it’s very hidden, but because someone is working against me.

But! Not all things should be unburied, and some of them are not meant to be mine. And that’s alright.

shout nah I don't like my options and I'm not opening something else

brave no no I don't like these either why is nobody brave

cover (the wushanju diaries - I love this found family so much)

The first week into his stay at Wushanju, Pangzi gifts him a journal.

“Xiaoge and I picked it out together,” Pangzi says proudly, holding it out toward Liu Sang with a grin. “He said the color suits you.”

Liu Sang takes the journal, inspecting the sage-dyed leather of the cover and the yellowed pages. They’re lined on one side and blank on the other. “He said that?”

“Don’t sound so skeptical. Xiaoge can talk when he wants to. I said we should get you a welcome home present, and then Xiaoge looked at me and I said, ‘yes, of course, I meant what I said, it’s a welcome home present because this was always your home and you just didn’t know it yet,’ and Xiaoge went and found this by himself. I wanted to get you the blue one, since it looked bright and happy, but Xiaoge said, ‘green for Liu Sang,’ and who am I to deny Xiaoge’s excellent judgment! So you better like it.”

glow (the sleepy stash, 2022)

do you only glow when I cover you up because you've kept it a secret for me? can't be. I know you glow when I'm not looking. but I like it. I like to be just one reason. I want you to glow for anything you feel. and if you feel me-

thank you.

sympathy (soaked-through, see-through, 2021)

Quench the rabid questions burning brands into my skin And write the dissatisfaction on my gravestone for my next of kin If it rains any harder I'll think the sky is full of sympathy The clouds won't part tonight, so again, the moon won't speak to me I'll dance while you can't see me and I'll roam the gloam forever Curse this miserable weather

cook(strawberry & sugar, 2021)

Taehyun has a backpack that is so full it looks like it might just sink him down into the floor by wearing it. Beomgyu instantly offers him a glass of lemonade and Yeonjun refrains from scolding him because he remembers heavy backpacks.

Beomgyu talks a lot as a rule but after meeting Taehyun, Yeonjun thinks that he just never shuts up. even on the days when Beomgyu doesn’t work, he comes around, and now he brings Taehyun with him.

“Soobin, you should hire Taehyun. he’s good with numbers and he doesn’t give people free food. also he can cook.” Beomgyu is so serious that he isn’t even shouting.

smirk, smart, smell, smoke. BONUS: sincere, sour. @vellichor-virgo @druidx @nikkywrites @penspiration-writing @souliloquyyy @aalinaaaaaa @writingbyricochet @oh-no-another-idea OR ANYBODY

#find the word tag #searching circle #alliteration agency

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[ riley voelkel, female, she/her] - was that freya mikaelson i saw arriving into beacon hills today? i hear that they are 1000+ and are a witch. they are known to remind others of the one who got lost, wishing for a happy ending and family loyalty . i do wonder what adventures are in store for them?

"My family's about to be pulled apart and there's literally nothing I can do about it. I'm supposed to be the big sister that could fix everything..."

name: freya mikaelson

age: 30/1000+

species: witch

sexuality: bisexual

Freya is the firstborn child of Mikael and Esther, the elder sister of Finn, Elijah, Kol, Rebekah, and Henrik, the maternal older half-sister of Klaus. She is the paternal aunt of Klaus and Hayley's daughter, Hope. She is the bereaved mother of her and Mathias' unborn son. Freya is also the wife of Keelin and the mother of their son, Nik.Esther told Mikael that Freya had died of the plague while he was off hunting, when in fact her aunt Dahlia took her as payment for performing a fertility spell using Dark Magic that would allow Esther to have children. Dahlia allowed Freya to live planning to use her to brand a new form of power which she would absorb from the powerful Freya, casting a spell on her that causes her to hibernate for a hundred years to preserve her youth and to only age for a year upon awakening which is also presumably what Dahlia has done to preserve herself as well. Freya escaped from under Dahlia's wing and fled from her powerful aunt.Centuries later, desperate to find out more about her family, she traveled to New Orleans in 1914 where she attended a Christmas party thrown by her siblings. Attending as her brother, Kol's date, she was witness to Klaus' cruelty when he staked Kol in front of the entire party. Freya then puts herself in a glass coffin in the Dowager Fauline Cottage where she then repeated her hibernation cycle until awaking December 31, 2012.Entering a deep sleep that lasted a century, she awoke 100 years later where she discovered that her sister, Rebekah, had been imprisoned in the Asylum in the body of a young witch. Posing as an inmate, she witnessed Rebekah's confrontations with the Kindred and Cassie's betrayal. Using her magic, Freya saved Rebekah from the Kindred and broke the spell on the Asylum, freeing herself and Rebekah.When Freya reunites with her brother Finn, he informs her of Hope's life, which inspires Freya (who wishes to take revenge against Dahlia for the deaths of her lover and son) to kill Dahlia in protection of her niece. In the end of hard long magical struggle (resulting in the death of both her parents), Freya and her younger siblings finally managed to defeat Dahlia, with Freya's finally winning her younger brothers trusts (especially Niklaus), and moving into their house as Hope's caretaker and an official Mikaelson sibling.After a few months of peace in the supernatural community in New Orleans, trouble started again with the arrival of Lucien Castle, Klaus' first progeny, and his warnings of war between the sirelines, and so, Freya's enormous magical powers were needed again to protect her family from harm.After the completion of the prophecy foretelling the downfall of her family, it seemed as though the entire family was going to die. She was poisoned, her brothers bitten by Marcel, and Rebekah hexed. Seeing no other choice in saving her family, Freya used Klaus as an anchor to a spell similar to the one Dahlia had cast on her to keep her breathing for a thousand years. Freya also created a Chambre de Chasse as a way to allow her family to be together whilst waiting for Hayley to find cures for all of them.

At present, Keelin is known to Freya but they are not married. I have that Freya no longer sees Keelin as they broke up.

#Bio #Beaconhillshqintro

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He looked to the left and his gaze settled on a man charming one of the nurses at her station. His black leather trench coat created a sharp contrast to the white and pastel blue surroundings. Everything about him was sharp—from his tightly styled hair to his smile to the cut of his clothing. The man must have felt him watching as he turned soon after and nodded in Stephen's direction. Stephen calculated their chances of slipping by. Low—ICU was a dead end. "Is this the man who's after you?" Stephen asked, voice soft. Jacqueline said, "He's not my sire but he tried to-" "It's not often I'm given the slip," the man's white teeth gleaned against dark skin. "I'm gonna need you to step away. You don't know what she is." "I know exactly what she is. Just as I know you're not that much different," Stephen snapped. The man inclined his head, giving him that. "Funny, considering you're a walking power station. But, fine. If you know, then you should have no problem with my request." "No." "I've already lost a lot of time and the sun's going down." Christine pushed forward, jaw set. "Leave before we call security. You've done enough!" "…You think I was the one who hurt her? Oh, you're gonna wish it was me." The light's flickered; they went dark for several long seconds before struggling to come back to life. The nurses and remaining visitors murmured uneasily. "She was the bait." "Damn," Stephen breathed. The evil he felt was not on the same level as Kulan Gath's—but it was oily and tasted like copper. Jacqueline hid her face. "It's him. I'm so sorry," she whimpered. Stephen barely managed to push down his panic. This wasn't the same as the department store during off hours. Metro-General was in the heart of Manhattan and he couldn't move its patients. He was only one person—he couldn't cover everything. If this man in the trench coat helped, that would still be woefully insufficient. He was also limited to the spells he could use in tight, populated quarters. "He'll have a group of his sycophants with him. And they will have no problem taking hostages and feeding off the vulnerable," the man continued. "Then we do something," Stephen said. "I'm assuming you got a plan for that?" "I have a love-hate relationship with plans." Stephen marched up to the nurse's station. "You three, this is an emergency-" The lights flickered once more and finally went off. The murmuring became louder and more panic tinged. "By the way, the big boss is very good at magic." He jerked his head toward the windows where a dark fog had fallen. That was when the shouting and panic began. Those capable raced to the windows to stare in horror. "So am I." Stephen peered at the stranger. "Can I get a name?" "You could." "Are you going to answer or continue to be a sarcastic asshole?" "Now why do that when I'm clearly in good company?" Finally, he relented. "Call me Blade." Stephen paused. He glanced at Christine who shrugged helplessly. "I'm…sorry, did you just say Blade? How old were you when you came up with that?" "That's quite an attitude considering yours is Doctor Strange." Blade looked pointedly at Stephen's name tag. "If you two are done??" Snapped Christine. "Doctor, what's happening?? The phones are-" The nurse gasped and dropped the handset as her skin turned blue-grey. She wasn't the only one. The remaining staff and visitors slowly froze—their faces twisted in horror and their eyes turning black. Stephen stared before whipping around and casting a spell just as the curse began to crawl up Christine's extremities. She stumbled when she freed. "What's going on?" She cried. "Dark magic. And well anchored. This will be irritating." He was interrupted by the elevators dinging open. The man stepping out of it looked as if he belonged to the landed British aristocracy. He was flanked by a skinhead and a punk in jarring juxtaposition. "That is cartoonishly evil," Stephen muttered, causing his new companion to grunt in agreement. The man smiled. "I've come to take you home, niece." "Is he really your uncle?" Stephen asked Jacqueline, not taking his eyes off the threat. He and Blade had turned to face the two intruders by unspoken agreement. "Y-Yes. Lord John Falsworth. He was the one who bit me decades ago. I didn't turn completely, but he's kept me imprisoned for years. He and Father didn't get on." "I thought my family was fucked up." "Same," Blade added. "He calls himself Baron Blood," finished Jacqueline. Stephen blinked. He sucked a sharp breath through his teeth. "What kind of Dungeons and Dragons bullshit is going on here?" Stephen exclaimed. "First 'Blade' and now 'Baron Blood'?" "Still throwing stones from that glass house of yours," Blade drawled.

Have Time — Will Travel by flower-of-el (NibelungVelocity)

Why my favs are always the weirdos? Blade, Wolverine, Tony Stark.

BTW I love this fic. This is the first Not Cap Friendly fic in which there are a completely new Marvel characters introduced. And not only that! I don’t even know most of them and I have to actively google!

#mcu fanfiction #ironstrange #blade #baron blood #stephen strange #christine palmer #jacqueline falsworth

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