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rinrinx2 · 1 year

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Good morning! It is currently 3 am but I wanted to ask for request since I have requested in the past and you wrote everyting so damn well!!!!!!! I wanted to ask for reader currently dating aki with kishibe being their ex and misses them, lowkey stalks them???? Probably comes to their house one night when Aki is out working/drinking or something? Reader thinks kishibe is drunk and mad for wanting to come back to them but he has been more sober than ever and tells them that he has tried to replace them but couldn't and he imagines their face and moans each time he does it, like he knows they arent his but he is still posessive and wants to love and be loved in a sick twisted way? thanks in advance in case you write it. Good night

Hope you like it and sorry for it being so late ♡

Mine Forever

Kishibe x reader

Warnings: smut, Stalker vibes, manipulative, gaslight

"What are you doing here” You yelled out to the drunk Kishibe that stood in your kitchen.

Kishibe remained still, not saying a word as he took in your image. The silk robe your wore that was sliding off your shoulders, that was barely covering anything as he could see the outline of the lingerie you wore.

‘Probably wearing that for him’ Kishibe thought as his eyes lingered on your figure. The though of him having you made him see red. How he probably touched and caressed your skin the way he did, but he knew it would never feel the same like when he did it.

“All dolled up for him?” Kishibe asked breaking the silence.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about” you replied trying your best to not show your fear for the older man.

“I never pegged you for the dumb type (Y/N), so don’t play dumb now. You know who” Kishibe said with a neutral face, and that ominous monotone.

“It’s Aki I’m talking about. We’re standing in his kitchen”. Kishibe said as he slowly started to approach. With every step he took towards you, you took one back praying that you would feel the hard wood of the kitchen door behind you.

“Why are you trying to run away. I’ve missed you so much (Y/N)”

“Why did you have to end things, I thought we were doing so well”

“Was it Aki that took you away from me. I think it was him, you know his busy with some demon rather than being here with you”

“What type of man does that, I never did when we were together”

You face was etched with fear, as you heard Kishibe speak. His voice remaining in that same monotone, no inflection, no break in his character as he spoke about your past relationship with him.

Your relationship with Kishibe was like one of those dark fairy tales, where in the beginning everything felt perfect only for time to reveal the true dark nature of it. The slow creep of his possessiveness over you, how he would forbid you from doing simple tasks all in the name of love, how every night he’d spread your legs as he’d rut into you over rand over making you proclaim who you belonged to.

And in the beginning all those cations seemed like an over protective boyfriend but soon your young naivety was gone and you were able to see the truth of your relationship with Kishibe.

“Aki is a busy man, I understand that” you said as you moved your hand about behind you praying to feel the knob of your kitchen door.

“You making excuses for him now” Kishibe said as he was only a few feet away from you now.

“You don’t understand (Y/N), the amount of pain I was in when you left me for him”

You eyes grew big as you watched as he now stood right infront of you, so close that you were able to smell the cigarettes on his clothes, and that malt liquor stench that was always on his coat.

But just as you were about to give up all hope on getting out of this situation you felt the cool metal knob behind you, quietly grasping it so that Kishibe didn’t become suspicious.

“I never left you for Aki, Kishibe” you said with more confidence now, as the feeling of the doorknob between your fingers brought more clarity to your mind that you would make it out of the kitchen in one piece.

“Yes, you did” Kishibe said as he brought his face closer to yours, so close that you could smell the mint on his breath.

‘Mint!’ your mind screamed, not alcohol. Your mind let of loud sirens, as your ex-lover was not intoxicated but of sound mind and yet he still acted so erratically.

“Kishibe, you need to leave” you said tightening your grasp on the knob, as you twisted it slightly preparing for your escape.

“Youre not going to push me away again (Y/N)”

“Kishibe leave mow” you said giving the knob a firm twist, but just as you felt the door slightly open, you felt it slam closed again. Looking behind you to reveal that Kishibe hand was now atop of yours as he had closed the door, preventing you from leaving.

“You think you can leave me again. Not this time. Not again” he said as your felt his lips hover over yours.

“You know (Y/N). it’s not I like I didn’t try” Kishibe explained as his eyes lingered on your lips before looking into your eyes.

“I really did try. I brought home woman after woman every night”.

“I’d take them home and put them into those positions that always had you screaming out my name” Kishibe said as you felt his free hand trail up your bare thigh. His fingertips ghosting along your skin, causing tingles of pleasure that you tried your best to not acknowledge but as much as you tried your body was still weak for him as a soft moan escaped your lips.

“But no matter how I fucked them, or how many times I fucked them all I could imagine was you. I used to close my eyes and imagine it was you I was fucking. That it was your pussy clamping down on me”

As much as you tried not to imagine what Kishibe was saying you couldn’t help it when your mind lingered there. Thinking about his thick hard cock, that would ravage you making your head spin with pleasure, you could feel your core heat up at the image of him fucking you, but still you tried your best to resist.

“I know your body better than you do” Kishibe said as his hand now shifted over your cunt, gently massaging it, his fingers massaging your slit through the flimsy material.

“Kishibe please” you begged out as you brought you hand down, wrapping it against his wrist to stop his actions.

“Please stop, I’m with Aki now you can’t do this”.

“If you loved Aki as much as you claim you wouldn’t be getting wet from my hands” Kishibe said as his head came down against your neck, placing soft kisses against it.

Before you could let another word out, you felt him move your panties to the side slightly. The cool evening air against your dripping arousal made your head feel faint with pleasure.

“Kishibe pleas-“ your words were cut off as you felt him slip his fingers into your cunt, his warm fingers, toughened from hard labour, prodding inside you against that spot that made your knees buckle.

As much as you didn’t agree with Kishibe, but you couldn’t deny that Aki didn’t have this affect on your body, he didn’t know your body as well as Kishibe did. He didn’t fuck you with the same passion and hunger that Kishibe did, and you’d be a fool to deny that you didn’t miss that.

“Your pussy remembers my fingers. I can tell my how tight you’re getting from having only two inside you” Kishibe said as his lips grazed your ear, feeling his hot breath against your ear as you shuddered underneath him.

“Please” you begged out, unsure if it was for him to stop or for him to finger fuck you more.

Kishibe fingers sped up, feeling as his fingers knocked against that deep spot inside you that hard you gasping for air. The ground beneath you feeling non-existent as all your mind focused on was Kishibe, his fingers inside you, his tongue against your neck and that cigarette scent that filled your nostrils full of him making you feel even more feral.

You felt you pussy spasm with pleasure, feeling your orgasm approach.

“Kishibe” you moaned out as you pushed yourself against him.

“You wanna cum for me” Kishibe teased, as he felt your walls begin to spasm.

“Yes” you begged out breathily.

“Yes Kishibe” you said feeling as the orgasmic feeling begin to wash over you, but just as the high was about to hit you felt him pull his fingers out of you. Leaving you the feeling of need and emptiness.

“Say you’re mine and I’ll fuck your brains out” Kishibe said playing with your puffy wet folds that made your mind go to mush.

“I’m yours Kishibe. Please” you begged out for me, to feel that euphoric feeling of cumming on his hard cock as it filled you with his semen. His hot semen that would gush out of your used whole.

“Good” Kishibe said letting go of his hand atop of yours on the doorknob, he had no fear that you’d run, you were drunk on him now to filled up with need to go anywhere but where he was.

Kishibe undid his pants, slightly pulling them down to reveal his massive cock that was leaking pre-cum. You watched as he aligned his cock with your pussy, feeling as his tip teased your entrance. Feeling the slick tip play with the entrance of your pussy as it clenched in anticipation.

You grabbed at Kishibe urging him to sink inside you, feeling his tip dip slightly inside you but just as he was about to slip in all the way you heard the front door open.

“(Y/N)-chan, I’m home” you heard Aki yell.

You felt Kishibe breathe against your ear, feeling the loss sensation of his cock prodding against you. You kept your eyes shut, waiting for what would happen next.

“(Y/N)-chan what are you doing?” You heard Aki as you opened your eyes to reveal that you stood all alone against the door.

Your head spinning with doubt if you had imagined al that had occurred, while Aki starred at you with a look of worry.

“I-“ you stuttered out, but before you could come up with an excuse Aki began to talk.

“Its okay, I brought dinner” Aki said as he placed a bag on the table.

Quietly you sat in you shared bed, looking over at Aki’s sleeping figure. As you mind went over what occurred early that evening. The doubt washing over your mind making you feel like a mad man, just as you were about to come to the conclusion that you had imagined it you saw your phone light up with a message.

‘You’re mine’ -K

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lenoresimpact · 2 years

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Scaramouche's relationship with singing (headcanons)

Hello! As I announced few days ago, I decided to write some headcanons about Scaramouche’s singing abilities. I found his boss fight theme really inspiring and even though his Chinese VA is not the one singing in the track, the main voice surely resembles our beloved motherless gremlin. Have fun and feel free to leave a request if you want more headconons from me!

Contains: Spoilers of Scaramouche’s past. Fluff/angst. + BONUS reader insert! It’s pretty SFW but if you find some parts triggering, please inform me about it!

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❤ Scaramouche's nickname The Balladeer wasn't incidental. Though no one ever teached him the art of music, he has a natural capability of controlling his voice in a flawless way. The thing is that he wasn’t aware of his gift when he was born.

❤ It’s hard to tell if he owed his talent to his mother’s good will. Ei never really talked to him and she simply thought of him as an experiment named Kunikuzushi. His main purpose was to store her Electro Gnosis if he could bear it, but due to his delicate nature Kunikuzushi wasn’t suitable for this role. His other predispositions were useless in her eyes, so she wasn't interested in observing them. She gave him a freedom without any clues about his strong points. He knew only about his weaknesses. Ei simply rejected him, believing she was doing him a favor.

❤ On the other hand Kunikuzushi was indeed a beautiful, divine creation. His outward beauty reflected his pure nature. He wasn't in posession of a high self-awareness, but he had a great emotional sensitivity. He seemed eccentric to ordinary people, but he was very eager to live among them and learn to coexist peacefully.

❤ At first, how could he even know what singing was? One day, however, he heard a song coming out of one of the Inazuman houses. He was interested in how people modulated sound and why they did it. Sometimes they sounded happy but sometimes the sounds seemed terribly sad. There was probably some greater meaning in it, unknown to the wandering puppet.

❤ One summer day, when his friend Katsuragi went to fetch some water, Kunikuzushi started playing with his voice while working in the field. These were his first attempts to imitate human action of singing. He surprisingly enjoyed the results of his efforts and got so into it that he couldn't notice when Katsuragi returned. Initially, yoriki himself wasn't eager to interrupt the puppet's secret performance. He hid in a nearby bush and listened to natural, spontaneous tones of extremely pure timbre. They were filled with melancholy from another world.

❤ When Kunikuzushi fell silent, Katsuragi came out of the bush. Seeing his purple haired friend's embarrassment, he apologized for the sneaky behavior and immediately praised his skills. Kunikuzushi found the answer to his questions in this event. For now he knew what singing was and why people sang sometimes. It was simply admirable! Maybe such a skill could pull him closer to them? Since humans loved him for singing, maybe it was possible that his mother would also appreciate it as well? What if she heard his voice just once? Who knows, maybe she would be more willing to take him under her wing again... At least humans loved when their young ones were singing, right? It mostly meant they were happy.

❤ From then on, Kunikuzushi hummed sweet songs more often to make his friend's work more pleasant. Sometimes he also received praise from other villagers when they suggested that he could earn great amounts of Mora thanks to his voice. However, he perceived it as too materialistic approach to his abilities.

❤ The Puppet's songs were nostalgic and sad. The lyrics often featured Ei's misty silhouette more or less directly between the verses. Kunikuzushi lived with the naive hope that perhaps one day the wind would take his words to his mother, but it was surely not going to happen, especially since she isolated herself from the outside world.

❤ After Katsuragi's "betrayal", Kunikuzushi stopped singing for a while. He had no one to sing to. Only later he sang to himself in the intention to lessen his feeling of loneliness on the roads of Inazuma. After all, this way he attracted one of the local orphan's attention. The child seemed similiar to Kunikuzushi, since they shared poverty and loneliness, as well as the ability to see the world through the heart lenses.

❤ The little friend often asked Kunikuzushi to sing, but they also wanted to listen happier songs. The doll quickly learned cheerful children's chants. Very soon Kunikuzushi was able to make up his own songs and dance to them with kids during the day. It was a happy time which allowed him to believe that he could have a real value in someone's eyes once more.

❤ At night Kunikuzushi would bring back his sad songs with which he lulled the child to sleep. His velvety, warm voice comforted the kid in the darkness of the night and soothed the suffering that accompanied the progress of terminal illness. Although Kunikuzushi saw sickness and slow death for the first time from such a close perspetive, he believed that just being there was enough to keep a little human by his side. Unfortunately, it turned out again that this wasn't enough.

❤ After the death of his little friend, Kunikuzushi decided to get rid of his sensitive identity. He stopped singing not because he never saw beauty in it. He just discovered it's uselessness. A trivial singing couldn't give him a permanent place beside someone.

❤ Singing was bringing his feelings to the daylight. He had a void in his chest that he wanted to fill with pure anger and strength. He wanted to destroy the weak Kunikuzushi persona in him.

❤ As Scaramouche, the puppet stopped singing because the human worms around him were not worthy of it. They would't return the honor of listening to him, and since he couldn't gain anything permanent with this pitiful talent, it was just useless for the fearsome Sixth Harbringer. His singing abilities were just one of the legends in the Fatui, since no one ever heard him singing there.

❤ The exception to this resolution was Scaramouche's song during the duel with Traveller and Lesser Lord Kusanali. The Balladeer ran away from Fatui and now he was the one to estabilish his power over the people. As the new god, he intended to obtain honors and glory by force. His last song was supposed to be a Psalm of the Victory, but it was actually an old cry hidden deep inside his hollow chest.

❤ It was a powerful swan's song before it's next death.

BONUS! (reader insert)

❤ Scaramouche's beliefs that grew around his own memories made him lock himself from trusting anyone. He wouldn’t be eager to sing for your entertainment, but if you questioned him about the sources of his nickname, he probably would mumble something about trivial activities in his younger days.

❤ Scara would be annoyed if you asked if he would ever sing for you. You shouldn't push him to give any performances, even in private.

❤ However, it is possible that when you get close to each other, you will sometimes catch him involuntarily humming for a few seconds when you’re alone together. It's best to appreciate his voice silently, without any comments which would interrupt him or make him focus directly on what he’s doing. He wouldn’t want to act cute willingly. Your silence at this moment would maintain a safe atmosphere between both of you. At the end the most important thing is that you can simply be yourself together.

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hopefully-hellbound · 2 years

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I am a slut for continuations so this is the followup on the @inkyquince 's omega hunt submission

M!Alpha!Briar x Defiant!Harpy!Omega!PC

CW for Briar having feelings, shitty people doing shitty things, golddigging, dangerously close to fluff, smut, Sadist PC

Briar... Did not expect this to happen. Ever.

He kept away from the yearly Omega hunt for decades now, because the man just held no interest in having a mate - didn't have a need for one, in his business. He was good just loading up on suppressants, finding a Beta whore and just enjoying the show.

And then you showed up.

Quite literally flew into his life, a person he's never met before, a thing he's never seen in his life.

And now he laid next to you in your shared bed, face burried in your wings -such pretty wings, god, he could touch them forever-, and he wondered how the hell did he let you do this to him.

You chirp in your sleep and the noise is so sweet and content it warms his heart and makes him want to vomit.

At first, Briar wants you to perform in the brothel, thinking if he can treat you like his employee, it'd be fine, he'd be fine. You aren't happy with it, you pout and try to play on his heartstrings, his cock, but when that gets shut down, you go to the stage.

Good, like a good whore should.

Except that Briar can't write you off as just some employee, you are his mate and when he sees all these people leering at you, he shatters a glass in his hand without even noticing. He seed your principal raise his wallet and you follow him to the private room, and he grips the broken glass in his hand to stop himself from going in there and ripping Leighton's head off.

You return smelling like another man and Briar drags you backstage and fucks you until you cry. It's his fault but he doesn't want to hear it, it's yor fault for seducing him, for carrying his mark. Your fault that your teary eyes make him want to slow down and kiss it better.

Briar shoves your head in the pillows and grabs a hold of your wings for a better grip.

He clearly can't be okay with sharing you ("Not a cuck, ey?" you ask him, grinning after he slaps you. You dare too much.), so Briar thinks to keep you away. Tells you to leave as much as you can and you do, and the moment he watches you fly away, he regrets it. He shoves the need to call you back down and returns back to work, business as usual.

Except it's not, because you haunt his mind like a ghost. Where are you? What are you doing? Who are you with?? His henchmen grow nervous as Briar gets irritated, out of character, pacing around when he's not at meetings and glancing through the windows as he pretends to be interested in the weather.

Birds are a free spirit, but Briar wants to cut your wings if that would make you stay with him.

"Or, you can just stop telling me to leave?" you'd suggest, and Briar has to choke you out to wipe that smile off of your face. "Touché," you'd pant, then wear his bruises with same pride you wear his gold.

You come back a week later and he nearly jumps you in front of everyone, but manages enough self control to just drag you to his room. There, you're the one who jumps him first.

Your claws leave marks on Briar's skin, like noone else was allowed to mark him before. Your sharp teeth leave more scars on him than he got in his long and shady career. Your wings wrap around him when he beds you and you scream like a harpy whenever you cum, and Briar likes it, drags those screams out of you, lets the whole world hear you're his.

"If I'm yours then you're mine," you'd say, and Briar would backhand you to shut you up, but he wouldn't object.

You like shiny, expensive things. That's good, Briar can get you those. Puts you in gold and silver that makes you shine like his most prized possession, even if you're the one posessing him. Precious stones on your rings and necklaces, chains that you couldn't escape from if you wanted to. You don't.

It's not long until Briar starts having you around more - perhaps he's been ashamed until now, to admit that even he now has something he cares about. Not cares, just... Wants. He paid off your debt to Bailey for you and you had nothing against him using you as a footstool while he negotiated. You in general don't seem to mind his perversions, such a cute puppy for him, a beast from Hell if anyone else would try his shit. It fills Briar with pride to see you fight off men twice your size, and then come to him with big bird eyes for a smidge of praise.

He uses your abilities to make you his guard, you prance behing him in a little suit that he can't wait to rip off of you every night, maybe even more, when you step to the side to be alone. He takes you to one of Quinn's pervert parties and shows you off naked and bouncing on his cock like you'd die if you'd have to stop for even a second. He takes you to a fancy ball, your dress matching his suit and showing off your chest, the chandelier's light from above reflecting in your dozens of golden accessories. You dance and beat Avery and his ratty little omega, and Briar revels in knowing how badly this must piss off the pretentious bastard, and he rewards you in the bathrooms, makes you cum on his tongue until you cry and he almost chokes under the pressure of your thighs around his head.

Briar comes to appreciate you, all of you.

The way you revel in violence, only to cower under his every sadistic whim. The way you always return his bites with matching ones, mirroring on his own skin. The way your wings puff out and you blush like a schoolgirl when you watch him do his job.

Yeah, all is good, for both of you.

And now year after year, you watch the hunt together, the hottest shit couple in town, and you make bets on which orphan will get away and which won't.

You both cheat, but that makes it even more fun, after all.

#dol #degrees of lewdity briar #briar the brothel owner #dol briar #briar #degrees of lewdity #omegaverse #the omega hunt collab

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hufflepuffgirly2203 · 4 months

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HOGWARTS LEGACY SPOILER!!!

CONTEXT: I'm currently playing Hogwarts legacy and I finished Sebastian's quest (rip Salomon,although he was an a-hole)

But I wanted to rewrite the scene after MC and Sebastian use Isidora's pensieve. Sebastian is one of my favourite character and I hate that his love for his sister and the dark arts induced him to kill his uncle, so I'll put my spin on the story because I'm emotional and Sebastian deserved better.

Disclaimers:

1. English isn't my mother tongue, so for any grammar/spelling mistake, I'm sorry.

2. I'm not a professional writer and also I haven't been writing for a long time, so maybe some dialogues might be cringey.

3. MC is a girl, has a name (Charlotte) and posess a backstory (also she's an hufflepuff, because who doesn't like a little bit of slytherpuff?)

4. Like you could tell from point three: It's not a Sebastian x Reader but a Sebastian x OC

ENJOY!

Charlotte looked away from Sebastian, she knew what he was going to ask after seeing what Isidora could do, she knew that he counted entirely on her, but she couldn't convince herself to do that. Sebastian's actions were noble, she admired him, she loved how he was determined to save his sister, she knew how losing a loved one can break a person,

but in the last few days Sebastian acted different, he was going berserk, it's like- if she didn't even know him.

"Charlotte"

His voice interrupted her train of thought.

"Can't you see? This is our answer, you're the answer, we can finally save Anne."

Sebastian was ecstatic, he embraced Charlotte lifting her off the ground, he could finally save his dear sister and they could finally live their old life, they could even stop living with his uncle

"Sebastian please wait a second"

Sebastian's smile slowly disappeared as he arched his eyebrows in a questioning manner.

"I don't even know how to do Isidora's spell-"

"Is that the problem?" He laughed putting his hand on her shoulder "You can learn it, Lottie, I believe in you. You are one of the greatest witch i've ever know. You'll learn it in a hearbeat and then we could save my sister"

"You didn't let me finish" Charlotte looked away again, she couldn't bear the sight of Sebastian's despair "I don't even know if I want to do it"

Sebastian stepped back, how could she even say that? He thought.

"Then I was right" His voice, now filled with anger, trembled slightly at his friend's betrayal "You don't care about my sister,"

"I do care it's just that it's unethical"

"Unethical?" He repeated "It's unethical to save my sister from her pain? It's unethical to do the right thing and give her back her old life?"

"We don't know if we can take something else from her. What if it's not just the pain? If we take another important aspect of her soul? I'm not taking that risk. I'm not going to possibly hurt Anne"

Charlotte eyes were watery,she was on the verge of tears.

She cried only once in front of Sebastian,during their argument about Charlotte's goblin friend, now this.

"You don't have a say on this"

"You do?" She retorted "Anne said to you multiple time to stop searching a cure"

"Because my uncle got inside her head that there is no cure"

"I know your uncle is an asshole but he's doing this just to protect Anne. To protect you" she tried to convince him "You're gonna get hurt if you continue like this. I know you're acting out of love, but you're also acting impulsively"

"I thought you were better than this" he hissed

"I did too"

Charlotte decided that she needed to leave the undercroft, for her own and Sebastian's good.

She hesitated to say 'no' to him, but it was the right decision; she couldn't bear the thought of Sebastian getting hurt.

"If you had gone through the same thing I did, you'd understand that I'm right. You would be on my side." He shouted across the room with angry tears in his eyes.

Charlotte finally broke down, crying and sobbing uncontrollably.

'Oh shit' Sebastian thought. He was too absorbed on Anne's illness that he forgot about his friends,deep down he knew that he was being an asshole yet he couldn't shake the sense of entitlement to his own anger.

He felt really ashamed about himself, he needed to

"Look Lottie I'm sorry" he caught up with and pulled her into an embrace

"Do you really think that I don't care about Anne? About you?" Charlotte sinked on his chest,crying.

"I know how you feel Seb, that's why at first I was so eager to help you" she admitted

"I know you care about Anne and me, I'm sorry for being an asshole" He kissed her forehead, gently stroking her hair "I was stressed, but that's not an excuse. Everyone has their own problems, and I truly apologize. If you need to talk I'm here, I promise you that."

"I'm sorry I didn't want to make this about myself"

"No, don't apologize" Sebastian said firmely "you made me realize that I'm not the only one who suffers in this world"

Charlotte let out a little laugh "You're an asshole but at least you're funny"

Sebastian wiped away her tears "On a serious note: do you wanna talk about yourself?"

Charlotte rested her head on his laps "I need to let it out, it's not simple but long story short: One day me and my parents had a fight because of some shit, I don't even remember why." Charlotte sighed "I decided to ran away when my parents weren't home as a form of childish protest, I was missing for hours so my big brother was obviously worried, he tried searching me everywhere, when he finally found me, I was being attacked by a pack of dark mongrels just because i wanted to save a wounded sheep, You can guess how it goes"

"I'm so sorry Lottie"

"Don't be. I was dumb" Charlotte started weeping again "Sometime I wish that it was me that died that day instead, if only I didn't ran away he would have been probably alive"

"No" Sebastian cupped her head with his hands "It's not your fault,ok? He would probably be proud of you for who you've become. Don't be so harsh on yourself"

"Sometimes it's hard"

"I know" Sebastian hugged her again

"Seb I know it's a lot to ask for but we need to stop searching for Anne's cure. I'm afraid that I'll lose you in the process"

Charlotte blushed a little bit, it was strange to say it out loud, but she really cared about Sebastian and she would be heartbroken if anything happened to him.

"Also we need to stop using dark arts... they are fascinating but they are illegal for a reason. Don't take this the wrong way, I don't think you are a monster, If I could've the chance I would've probably used Imperio too to save my brother. But Omnis is right, they are dangerous"

"You're right" Sebastian sighed "It's hard to give up"

"I know, but Anne maybe would be happier and less concerned about your well being, I know it's a lot but would give it a try?"

Sebastian hesitated, but he knew that she was right.

Dark arts would have only consumed Sebastian, and on top of it all, Anne wouldn't approve of that.

"I'll send an owl to my uncle, asking if I can see Anne, maybe he'll forgive me"

"He has a bad temper but I'm sure he cares about you"

"I wouldn't be so sure about that"

"Who wouldn't like Sebastian Sallow?" Charlotte teased him pinching his cheek, bringing both to laughter

"Lottie"

"Yes?"

"I care about you too"

#sebastian sallow #harry potter #hogwarts legacy #slytherin #harry potter oc #slytherpuff #rewrite #sorry for any mistakes #or for being cringey #but sometimes you need to be cringe #fluff

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tiarnanabhfainni · 3 years

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i wrote another fic about generational trauma and the winchesters, this time featuring deadbeat mom extraordinaire mary née campbell, displacement, emigration, the american wake and just really missing your mom.

gonna quickly tag a few mutuals who might be interested but also you can find the fic under the cut

@uhuraha @myaimistrue @nonsensegnomes

American Wake

On a mild summer’s day in 1950, a wedding took place in Normal, Illinois. Dressed in a simple white dress that she had inherited from her mother, Millie Walsh looked up at the man who was to be her husband in daze of transcendent happiness. She had good reason to be besotted. His name was Henry Winchester and he was a dashing young academic of the supernatural with a fascinating air of mystery that surrounded him. They had met the previous year when he had come to her home in New York on a fact-finding mission. Millie fell in love after only two minutes of conversation.

With such a buoyant adoration to carry her through, Millie was perfectly happy to relocate to a state far from her family and friends to build a new life with charming debonair Henry. She knew about the supernatural elements of his life. How could she not? But it was a trade she was perfectly willing to make for the opportunity to create a family with him.

And she paid dearly for that decision. Millie lost a husband and was left to raise her four year old son alone.

It was all entirely avoidable of course. The Winchester name was not her inheritance by birth. No Cupid had ever marked her name for Henry. It was by no means a match made in heaven. If not for love, Millie could have lived a life completely divorced from the less-than-natural.

After her husband’s disappearance her heart hardened and she abandoned the Winchester name and any association with the supernatural. Packing her bags for Kansas, she returned instead to the ways of her own people. For Millie’s family had a long history of leaving their pasts behind them.

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Millie’s maternal line can be traced back to a small town in Limerick, Ireland now known by the name of Patrickswell. The farm where her grandmother was reared would likely have been a fair few miles from the town itself but it’s difficult to be precise about these things since many of the records of the era were destroyed in an explosion during the Civil War of the 1920’s.

Bridget Ó Laochdha lived in a hard place surrounded by tough people. There was no work in the surrounding towns and villages and her family was forced to eke out a living on rented land. Most of the local community spoke little to no English and spent most of their day-to-day lives conversing and working through the medium of the Irish language.

The Ó Laochdha family was no exception to this rule. Bridget - as the sole member of the family with more than a rudimentary grasp on the foreign tongue - had been translating for her father at the market for most of her young life.

The rugged countryside that surrounded them was austere and beautiful but there was darkness around every corner. Violence engulfed the region as the Land War raged around them. The threat of eviction was a constant sword of Damocles over their heads and the precarity of the political situation left a permanent mark on Bridget’s development.

Bridget loved her family, of course she did. She loved the language she spoke with them and the easy rhythm of her life. But she knew that there was a brighter future out there somewhere on the other side of an ocean. Somewhere she wouldn’t hear constant news of Whiteboys, Invincibles and their clashes with the police. Somewhere that was safer, where she might get a job and support her family from afar. All she needed was the means to get there.

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Mary idolises her dad when she’s young as children are prone to do. Her family are heroes who straddle the line between the known and the unknown and keep the world safe from the evil lurking in the shadows.

As a teenager, she joins the family business and she’s a natural. She excels particularly at getting information out of young witnesses. She sits amongst small groups of girls, nodding along to conversations about music, miniskirts and make-up and nudging the topic of discussion slowly around to the subject of her father’s latest hunt. Mary’s good with the guys too, she finds that a well-placed laugh or look can get her most of what she needs.

But intel is not the only area where she excels. Mary’s a sharpshooter and she’s not afraid to get her hands dirty. Hand her a shovel and she can dig a grave just as fast as the boys. She even knows the best technique for washing blood off her hands.

She’s on a path to be one of the best in the business. And she hates it.

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Although many people left Ireland to try their luck in the United States in those days, it was still a difficult path to tread. Tickets to get to New York were expensive and hard to come by. Buying a ticket at the harbour was as likely to get you scammed as to get you a place on the boat.

Bridget was fortunate in that her local parish priest was looking to sponsor a few young hopefuls on the trip across the Atlantic and offered her a place. That decision might have been the hardest any in her family had ever had to make. To leave behind everything she knew and understood for the small chance that her life could be better. She made that choice nonetheless.

The tradition of The American Wake was one that dated back to the famine years in Ireland to mourn the departure of a loved one to that far off place across the ocean. There would be no real way to send letters home consistently and economic conditions meant that the emigrants would likely never be able to return home. What do you do when you are setting up to grieve someone who is still alive? You hold a funeral.

On Bridget’s last day in Limerick she cried until her tear ducts ran dry. She sat in the centre of the room and listened to the keening women wail around her. Her father could not speak his sadness but he stood beside her and rested his hand on her shoulder, bowing his head in silent prayer. Her mother held her face in her hands and whispered one last goodbye.

Yet amidst all of the tears and the heartache, a sense of relief made its way into Bridget’s bones and settled in her spine. There was death and loss but a future there too. A brand new life in a brand new land. And while they’d never say it, her family was relieved too, she could see it in their eyes. This was one less mouth to feed, one less person to clothe. The money she will send home in remittances would lighten her father’s load by a considerable degree.

As she boarded the boat in Cobh, she stared at the ticket clutched tightly in her hand and thought not of what it had taken from her but of the life it stood to grant her.

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When Mary meets John for that second date outside his mother’s house, she knows that this is it. That he is her ticket out.

She clutches his body in her lap and cries and she doesn’t know what to do. With death and destruction all around her, Mary makes the only choice she can.

Deanna’s body still lies abandoned on the kitchen tiles. But isn't it better, in a way, that she never had to face her daughter leaving her behind?

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The first impression America made on Bridget was not a positive one. No sooner than she arrived at Ellis Island, did they take the last vestiges of her home away from her. Bridget Leahy took her first step onto foreign soil without even her name to console her.

Her first job in New York was that of a kitchen worker in a large airy home in the employ of a family belonging to the upper echelons of East Coast society. Her hours were long and her fingers near scrubbed to the bone. Since her food and board were covered, every penny that she earned was sent home to Patrickswell.

While her English had served her well in local markets of Limerick, she found that they were quite inadequate here among native speakers. She sat around the table in the servants’ quarters with the others who worked in the home and listened as conversations happened all around her. They all spoke so fast and the topic of conversation switched so quickly that she couldn't quite keep track. Bridget simply did not have the vocabulary to contribute and so she stopped speaking entirely.

The longing for home was like a physical wound lodged just under her ribs and sometimes she wondered how she continued to breathe through the pain.

The only times that she could recognise herself was on her rare evenings off when she made her way down to the local Irish dance hall. There she could allow young men from Inchicore, Kilrush and Listowel to spin her around a room to the music of home and forget where she was for just a few hours.

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It is impossible to overemphasise how little the role of a housewife suits Mary Winchester. The sundresses feel awkward on her form and the kitchen still feels like a foreign land.

The other mothers in the neighbourhood all seem to speak the same language as they switch tracks fluently between complaining good-naturedly about their husbands and swapping recipe cards. Mary has never felt more out of place.

She doesn’t know where she fits or how to contribute. The loss of her mother is like a crater in her chest and she doesn’t know where to lay down all of the grief she holds in her hands. She thinks she would be better at holding her children without it.

When it all gets too much, she sheds the skin of Mary Winchester and leaves her small family behind to retrace the Campbell path. She might not be able to get her family back but she can pretend to be home for just a small while when on a hunt.

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In a small catholic church on an intersection, Bridget Leahy married Mick Walsh of Tyrone in a small, private ceremony. As a married woman, she left the world of employment behind and started the task of homemaking in their small Manhattan apartment. She did her best to keep the rooms aired out and clean but the grime of the city was ever present.

When she looked out of the window and saw grey dusty streets she couldn't help but compare the view to green fields and the fresh air of the Limerick countryside. Her husband worked in construction, building monuments of steel to the sky that looked towards an American future while she remained stuck in an Irish past.

When Bridget’s pregnancy first became obvious to the couple, they were delighted. This was their chance to build something of their own on American soil. A family.

When her waters broke, the women of the neighbourhood rushed into her room to oversee the birth and refused to let her husband in so he could hold her hand.

In another life maybe Bridget stayed at home and married a local boy in Patrickswell. Maybe she gave birth at home next to her parents’ fireplace with all of the women of her family around her and her mother stroking her hair.

Maybe she was destined to die in childbirth no matter where she was but at least at home the last voice in her ears would have been in a tongue that was her own.

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Just like Millie Winchester née Walsh before her, Mary Winchester let the supernatural into her home in a desperate grab for the life that she wanted to build.

And just like her mother-in-law before her, a demon crashed through the walls and destroyed every semblance of a family that she had found.

#spn #mary winchester #i can make up backstories for all the grandmothers in spn just you watch #ill do something for the milligans next (not really)#anyway seriously to my mutuals no pressure if you don't like it #it posessed me to write it but i couldn't tell you if it was good or not #also i had to pare my writing down for the dean one bc i know next to nothing about coal mining in kansas #and i was trying to mask that #while i know just enough to be annoying here #emmigrationnatural

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GEHAT’IK BE ALIIT | Chapter 7

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pairing: Din Djarin x Original Female Character

warnings: violence

words: 5863

summary: On Bespin Elora wants to start looking for her family. That's when an interesting bounty gets her attention. Eventually she and the Mandalorian go on a hunt through the city in the clouds, chasing after a thief who is in the posession of something Elora is looking for.

a/n: Welcome back to a new chapter of Gehat'ik Be Aliit!

I hope you're all well and healthy out there. A new OC of mine will be introduced in this chapter. I hope you'll love her as much as I love writing her.

They had been traveling through hyperspace for several hours. Elora tried to come to terms with her adventure on Tatooine, more specifically the voice she’d heard inside her head while she had been barely conscious. She remembered how it had felt so real, how a foreign feeling of familiarity had overcome her. Elora felt the Force embrace her like a blanket of comfort, she hoped it would somehow explain this incident to her. While focusing all her senses to use her Force connection she didn’t notice the child sitting down across from her, watching her intently, until she stared into a pair of dark eyes. She saw the child in a dreamlike state and they weren’t on board the Crest anymore, but in their own little realm of serenity. Every fiber of her being felt as light as a feather, yet at the same time strongly connected to everything around them.

"What is it you're trying to tell me, little one?" she asked eventually.

There was no reply, of course, then out of nowhere she felt a dull sensation nudging her mind. The little one gazed up at her with a look in his eyes which made him look wise beyond his years.

Grogu.

It was one simple word that entered her mind. What it meant she didn't understand. He had shared this word with her and seemed excited.

"What does this all mean? Stars, I wish you could talk…"

Heavy familiar footsteps brought Elora out of her state, just like the kid. Mando stood in front of his sleeping nook Elora and the child were sitting in, his posture intimidating.

"You stole from me." he spoke in a dangerously low voice. "You probably thought I wouldn't notice. I'm only gonna ask you once. Where are the parts?"

Elora couldn't think of a good answer, so she tried to talk herself out of it.

"Y'know Mando, that's a funny story. I needed parts of the Crest to exchange for lightsaber parts and-"

"You gave them to the Jawas, I knew it! I knew you were nothing but trouble the moment you set foot on board this ship!" He roughly grabbed her arm and pulled her out of the sleeping nook.

"Hey!" she exclaimed, struggling to get out of his firm grip. He pushed her against the nearest bulkhead. He was so close, Elora thought she was able to hear his breathing through the modulator.

"Nobody steals from me and gets away with it. Mind my words." he spoke with a voice which would have let anybody else’s blood run cold.

Suddenly he gasped and started trembling. Arfour had sneaked up from behind and electrocuted him again, causing him to let go of Elora and sink to his knees.

"That kriffing… droid!"

Eventually Mando got up on wobbly legs only to see the child sitting on top of Arfour's cone shaped head, laughing.

"I'm honor bound to take you to Cloud City, but you owe me a debt. Don't you dare forget about it. You. Owe. Me."

She rolled her eyes at his words. "I can't help it, ok! It's in my nature to just take things that look valuable and sell them."

"Others will not take so kindly to that habit of yours as I do. They will kill you without batting an eyelash. You wanna survive in this Galaxy? You better keep yourself out of trouble!"

"Well, trouble usually finds me…"

"I wonder why." he spoke in a sarcastic tone and left her alone in the galley, picking the child off Arfour's head on his way to the cockpit.

She had thought Mando and her had become something close to friends, but his sudden cold demeanor told her otherwise.

He is nothing but a temporary ally. I need to accept this, it's for the best.

Accepting a thief like her with all her undesirable traits and habits is almost impossible to those who aren't thieves themselves. That she had learned throughout her life and it was the very reason she had never trusted anyone outside her tribe enough to show her face. Well, until Mando and the kid came along, and even then, she didn't know if she could completely trust the bounty hunter. The child was something else. She had a connection with him unlike anything she'd ever known.

If only I could understand Mando in a similar way.

When Elora and Arfour joined Mando and the child in the cockpit, the Crest was about to leave hyperspace. Elora was excited and simultaneously sad. Her heart weighed heavily at the thought of Grogu so far away from her, but it was inevitable. The ship left hyperspace close to the gas giant Bespin which looked like an ocean of clouds up close.

"This is the Cloud City wing guard. We're tracking you, Razor Crest. State your business." a voice spoke on the intercom.

"Restocking supplies and visiting family." Mando replied.

"Affirmative. You're granted landing permission for platform 251-B."

The city emerged from the clouds, looking like an island made out of durasteel in the far distance. Elora gaped at the view. She could sense millions of lifeforms, yet it felt different. Everything about this city felt artificial to her except for the lifeforms inhabiting it. It felt strange yet familiar somehow, like out of a frequent dream from her childhood years. It wasn't until the Razor Crest flew around the white buildings, when memories of watching this exact city through a large window front returned from her subconscious, along with many voices, smells and a melancholic feeling she couldn't place.

"Do you see… anything familiar to you?" Mando asked, interrupting her train of thought.

"Everything. This skyline, I remember it now! It must have been something I saw very frequently when I was here."

"So there's a possibility you lived in the upper levels. For all I know only wealthy families and tourists live there."

"It doesn't feel like I imagined it would though."

"What did you imagine?"

"That this place would feel like coming home. But I don't sense anything familiar. There are only memories. I… can see her face so clear in front of me. Her loving smile, the wrinkles in the corners of her eyes… Stars, I don't even know what to look for. Finding people is your job. How would you find someone without a tracking fob at hand?"

Mando's mood had changed and the sharp edge to his words caused by suppressed anger was gone. He cocked his head at her question.

"This city has intergalactic archives, these also include criminal records. Maz mentioned how rare kyber crystals are and there's no way a single person can just go and buy them. So all you need to do is find out who stole a kyber crystal in Cloud City approximately 28 years ago."

"You assume my mother's a thief?!"

"What I'm saying is that it can't be a coincidence that a very rare crystal, which can be used for a laser sword, was in the possession of a woman with a force sensitive child. She very likely knew about your powers…or had similar powers. You told me you and your mother were on the run when the incident happened. She likely had a bounty on her head."

Elora rubbed her temples. "Ok, I know what I need to do."

Once she found out her mother's identity she would be able to search for her relatives. She was scared of what she would find. What if her family were criminals? Or slavers? Or there were simply no living relatives at all?

After a smooth landing they left the Crest. Elora was sure she would miss this old pre-imperial gunship she'd grown so fond of.

The subterranean level where the starport was located was huge. Mando carried a bag with him for the supplies he needed to buy. The child was unusually quiet as if he knew something was up. When they reached a busy marketplace Mando stopped at a street corner and turned to Elora.

"Well, it's time to say goodbye."

Elora closed her eyes and thought of the right words to say to the little one.

Don't cry, don't cry… don't-

"Hey sweet bean." She crouched down to be on his eye level, blinking a few tears away while tenderly stroking his ear. "I'm so glad our paths have crossed… You're the bravest little bug I know. Don't get up to any mischief, you hear me?" She winked at the child who giggled in response. "Yeah, Mando definitely wouldn't appreciate that. I'm-" she sniffled "gonna miss you so much. But we're on different missions… Stars, I wish you were old enough to understand."

The Mandalorian gently grabbed her upper arm. "You have my comm number. After all, you still owe me a debt." he reminded her.

She nodded. "Thank you, Mando. For everything."

He let go of her. Arfour bleeped sadly and followed Elora. She looked around the busy marketplace and couldn't decide where to go first. She only had a handful of credits in her satchel bag, and she wasn't sure if this was even enough for food and accommodation. Her emergency quarter ration pack might come in handy. She couldn't decide where to go. There were too many people in one place for her liking. So she stuck to the person wearing a familiar beskar helmet which stuck out like a sore thumb. She kept her distance and then got distracted by a shop selling miscellaneous items. Some of them looked pretty expensive.

Maybe I can buy a diatium power cell here.

Elora entered the shop and was greeted by a Neimodian who watched her attentively.

"Are you looking for something specific?" he asked.

"Yes, a diatium power cell. Do you happen to be in the possession of one?"

The Neimodian huffed. "Funny, you're the second lady today wanting to buy my last diatium power cell. Diatium is rare, the price is completely justified, I tell you." He held a little shiny power cell in his thin long fingers.

"How much?"

"10.500 Credits."

"Maker! That's… more than I expected."

Elora gritted her teeth, suppressing every urge to steal this power cell and disappear, remembering Mando's words. Suddenly she sensed another presence in the room with them. She looked around but didn't see anyone. Then, in the blink of an eye, a grey tooka jumped from the highest shelf behind the Neimodian, hissing fiercely, scratching and biting him. He let the power cell fall and the tooka caught it with its mouth like a pro. Elora was shocked for a moment, then tried to lure the tooka over to her. Arfour hid behind her. He'd become all jittery again. The creature just narrowed its eyes at Elora's attempt and ran away quicker than she was able to follow.

"Dank farrik, that kriffing beast! Hey, if you find her and her stupid little pet, catch her and bring the power cell back, will you? I'll uh… give you a discount. Or no…wait! You'll get it for free. It's not the first time she and her tooka stole from me. This has to end!"

"She? Wait, we're not talking about the tooka anymore?"

The Neimodian shook his head. "The tooka belongs to a Pantoran criminal. This animal just steals for her and distracts those in the way of what she wants. She was here earlier and wanted to buy my power cell. But the price has risen. I had to disappoint her. Let's say she didn't take it well."

"A former companion of mine is a professional bounty hunter. He's outside on the market. Shall I talk to him?"

"The power cell and a bounty?" The Neimodian mused. "A fair offer. If this lady and her tooka are caught and taken care of, my goods will be safe from them. And for that safety I am willing to pay a good price. 8.000 credits sounds fair, yeah?"

Mando needs the money for fuel, supplies and the kid…

"Sounds like a good deal. We'll take care of it!"

"Thank you. Be careful though, this lady is dangerous. Very good with blasters and vibroblades from what I've heard. She's Pantoran, dresses like a mercenary, but the easiest way to recognize her is her lack of golden face markings."

"I'll make sure to notify my former companion."

Elora left the store and climbed on top of a discarded box to get a better view of the market. The Mandalorian’s shiny beskar armor was very recognizable. He was haggling with a vendor over ration bars by the looks of it. The child cooed happily when Elora and Arfour approached them, which caught Mando's attention.

"Didn't take you long to get into trouble."

"Actually I'm in no trouble. There's this shopkeeper who's willing to pay 8.000 credits for the capture of a thief who stole from him several times." Elora explained the matter further and Mando decided to accept.

"I've never seen a Pantoran without face markings. Should be fairly easy to recognize her. If she sent her tooka to steal for her, she must have waited nearby. Maybe she's still in this sector." He glanced at Elora's holster. "Your ion blaster won't be useful against an experienced mercenary."

He took a long vibroblade out of his boot.

"Do you know how to use this?"

Elora shrugged. "When it comes down to it, I'll know what to do."

Mando was as ready as ever. With a blaster and his pulse rifle he was ready to take on any thief or mercenary. They walked through the city sector, keeping their eyes peeled for a female Pantoran of said description. Away from the busy market to more dark and seedy alleys with sketchy looking individuals around every corner, the chances to find a thief were significantly higher. The child made himself small in his pram. Elora was able to sense the hostility and greed in most of these sketchy figures, so did he. They felt many eyes on themselves. This was definitely a sector where you shouldn't walk around unarmed. Elora's senses were on edge. Someone was following them. Arfour grew more and more nervous each second. He didn't like this one bit. The Mandalorian was used to situations like this. He stopped dead in his tracks. All of a sudden there was an eerie silence in the air.

A blaster bolt shot out of the shadows, almost hitting Elora in the shoulder. Mando quickly pushed a button on his vambrace to shut the child's pram. With a hiss the grey tooka landed on Arfour's head, scratching off the flaking yellow paint. Mando reacted fast and shot right where the blaster bolt had come from. With the sensors in his helmet Mando heard quick footsteps. This was without a doubt the Pantoran thief. She must have followed them from the market. Unfortunately Elora and Mando were at a disadvantage. The thief had the high ground and there was currently no way to climb up the walls.

Another shot was dodged by Mando's beskar armor. Arfour wheeled around beeping like crazy, trying to get the aggressive tooka off him. As soon as he was in Elora's reach she grabbed the tooka which was now wriggling in her grip. She held the creature up to shield herself, at the same time Mando pointed the blaster at the tooka and Arfour hid behind them next to the pram. A young woman jumped out of a broken window and landed smoothly on her feet, like a tooka would. She stepped out of the shadows, in her hand a blaster carbine. Her finger rested on the trigger.

"Shoot Kartaz and I'm gonna shoot her into the afterlife!" she threatened, aiming her rifle at Elora’s head. Mando moved to point his blaster at her.

"Don't. You better surrender. This doesn't have to end in bloodshed."

Mando and Elora both paid attention to her, a situation the tooka named Kartaz was taking advantage of. It scratched Elora's face and ran off. She cried out in pain and shock.

The Pantoran slowly stepped back, still aiming at Elora, but then she, too, ran off.

Mando grabbed Elora at her shoulder while his other hand tilted up her head so he could get a better look at the scratch wounds.

"You're lucky I just bought a new bacta salve." He took it out of his messenger bag and gave it to her.

"Why did she follow us? We're supposed to be the ones who follow her, right?" Elora asked while coating the slightly bleeding scratches in a thin layer of the shiny blue bacta salve.

"She probably tried to estimate how much of a threat we are and escaped because I intimidated her. She's smart enough to know she wouldn’t win a fight against me."

"You sound very self assured, Mando."

He simply shrugged. "I've dealt with worse."

After everything went wrong, Mando and Elora were even more determined to find the thief. When the child looked at the scratches on Elora's face he let his ears droop. She sensed his concern for her.

"Don't worry, it's gonna be fine." she assured him.

Mando cleared his throat, catching her attention. "Why are you here anyway? Don't get me wrong, I'm grateful for this job. But we both know you wouldn't be here if there wasn't something in it for you."

Elora hesitated and bit her lip. "Among the things she stole is a valuable diatium power cell which I'm allowed to keep once she's captured."

Mando remained silent for a moment as they walked down the alley. "Let's get this over and done with."

It was moments like these when she wanted to give him a hug. Of course she would never admit it.

The tooka's attack had left Arfour's paint even more flaked than it already was. He was still jittery from the entire situation, but calmed down when the child climbed out of his pram and onto Arfour's head. The droid whistled joyfully and slightly sped up next to her, making her chuckle and Mando sigh.

"Where do you think we can find her?" Elora asked. "This city is huge."

"What do you think I'm currently doing? I'm tracking her with my helmet's sensors."

"Oh… Helmets are practical. If I would be wearing one, that kriffing tooka wouldn't have scratched me."

"Then it would have scratched a different part of your body. These creatures can be nasty… Almost like you."

Elora snorted. "If that's supposed to be an insult you should keep practicing."

He followed her tracks he was able to see with his helmet's sensors. They disappeared into another broken window of a derelict building which happened to be right next to a shuttle station. Her plan was obvious. Mando looked up at the wall where a durasteel ladder led to the level the window was. They would fight on equal ground when they encountered the thief again.

"I hope you can climb."

"Funny, I was about to say the same to you." she retorted, remembering how he had climbed up her tribe's sandcrawler. One of his brilliant ideas which had ended with a kick to his groin and a very hard landing. She couldn't hold back a soft chuckle at the memory.

Maker, I used to hate him so much.

The Mandalorian's plan to get supplies and leave had changed drastically. He wouldn't admit it to himself, but he was glad to spend some more time with Elora before he left. She was irritating to him at times, but having her around was refreshing in some way, plus the kid liked her a lot and they shared a bond he would never be able to have with him. Now that his quarry had threatened her he would do anything to capture the young Pantoran.

Elora was out of breath when they climbed up the building and through the window. Right at the edge was a hole in the wall. The Pantoran looked back at them before jumping. Right at the same time a shuttle was lifting off. The distance was too far for a regular person to jump when they arrived at the edge. The thief had landed on the shuttle's roof with her tooka on the shoulder. She raised her carbine rifle and shot at the edge close to Mando’s feet as a warning.

If only I had a jetpack right now…

"Move aside! You must trust me on this, Mando!" Elora called and took a deep breath.

“What are you-”

With a scowl she ran towards the edge and jumped.

"No!" Mando's heart stopped for a moment. Then he noticed she wasn't falling down but jumping the distance to the shuttle almost gracefully, even the Pantoran was taken aback by Elora's incredible jump.

It had been a feeling in her gut, telling her she would be able to jump this far - a feeling she couldn't explain, almost like an inner voice. There was no time to ponder over it. She landed in front of the Pantoran and kicked her in the stomach. The tooka attempted to pounce on her, but she raised her hand, gently immobilizing the animal in mid-air through the Force. It didn't suffer any injuries by the looks of it. A success she wanted to celebrate later. The Pantoran stared in shock at her pet, and backed a few steps off. Elora raised her ion blaster at her, but the woman was quick. She escaped her shot and threw herself at her, pulling her to the ground in the process faster than Elora could realize, causing her to groan in frustration. The woman held her down and punched her face repeatedly, leaving no space to grab Mando’s vibroblade from her boot. Suddenly she trembled on top of her, her golden eyes rolled back, and next second she passed out. Arfour beeped, proud of his successful attack. Elora held her bleeding nose which didn't feel right to her.

"That bitch broke my nose. Kriffing hell! Fuck!"

The tooka sat by its dazed owner's side and hissed at Elora and Arfour defensively. She decided to stun it with her ion blaster. When the shuttle came to a halt at the next station she pulled them off the roof and commed Mando to notify him of their success, still holding her bleeding nose.

"I'll be there shortly." he told her, and made his way to her position.

When he arrived he put the thief in handcuffs before she could recover and took her blaster carbine, examining it. It wasn't until Elora cleared her throat he looked up at her bleeding nose.

"Why is it always my face?" she complained.

"Your nose looks -"

"Broken." she finished.

"We should take her to the client. Then I will take a look at your nose." He picked the Pantoran up and threw her over his shoulder like a sack of grain while Elora picked up the tooka. "You made quick work of her" he said quietly as if hoping she wouldn't hear it.

"That was Arfour, not me. Actually, she had me pinned and probably would have thrown me off the shuttle if it wasn't for Arfour's ability to electrocute people."

Mando glanced at the droid and nodded at him in thanks.

Walking all the way back took them about half an hour. Meanwhile the Pantoran recovered and began to struggle in Mando's firm hold. Elora had to stun the tooka again as it attempted to attack her again as soon as it regained consciousness.

"You're gonna regret this! You don't know who you're dealing with!" The young woman struggled against her handcuffs.

"Who are we dealing with? Please, enlighten us!" Elora said.

"Ne'johaa, or'dinii…"

Mando stopped and threw the Pantoran to the ground only to lift her up by the collar. "How do you know Mando'a?!"

"Yeah, you'd like to know that, wouldn't ya?" she spoke with a toxic edge to her words.

"This doesn't change anything." Mando said and threw her back over his shoulder.

"Bounties say and try anything to escape their miserable situation, right?" Elora asked.

"Most of them, yes. They usually offer a bunch of credits they don't have." he chuckled.

Elora cocked her head. "What was the most tempting offer a bounty has made to you?" she asked curiously.

Mando had to think for a moment. "A wealthy heir offered me a piece of land once."

Elora looked up at his T-visor where she assumed his eyes were. "So is this something you want? Settle down, living a quiet life away from bounty hunting?"

"I'm a Mandalorian. One day I'm gonna die a warrior's death. A quiet life is nothing I can afford. Remember, I told you about the resol'nare."

Elora walked quietly by his side, thinking about what he'd just said.

When they arrived, the Neimodian shopkeeper welcomed them with open arms, satisfied to see the thief in cuffs. He threw the stunned tooka into a small cage way too small for its size.

"Let him out! You son of a mudscuffer!" the criminal yelled and attempted to kick the Neimodian, but was held back by Mando.

"Foolish little thief." The Neimodian slapped her across the face. She spat into his in response. He took her bag and held the power cell in his hand.

"Everything she has stolen from me is in here. And like I promised…" he handed Elora the power cell and Mando accepted the bounty of 8.000 credits.

"Give the power cell back! I need it!"

"You won't need a diatium power cell in New Republic prison. Tie her to the table, Mandalorian. Thank you for taking care of this… problem."

"No! They will come for you and kill you if they find out what you did to me, Neimodian!"

He roughly grabbed her chin. "What a pathetic attempt to intimidate me. Nobody cares about you. Let me guess, you grew up on the streets, no parents and you're surprised you even became an adult."

"Go fuck yourself! You know nothing!"

She struggled while Mando tied her to the table.

"I'll go notify the guard of the situation. Take care she doesn't free herself somehow in the meantime, will you?"

"Do you have a medkit?" Mando asked.

The Neimodian nodded and went behind the counter where he grabbed a medkit from one of the lower shelves. After putting it on the counter he went to the back of his shop, out of earshot. The Mandalorian opened it, glad to find bacta syringes in it.

"We're gonna need one of those. I have to realign your nose so it can heal properly."

"That doesn't sound good…"

"It's gonna hurt, but it's necessary. Do… you trust me?"

"Just do it."

"Ok, three, two…" Crack .

Elora let out a scream of pain and winced when Mando injected the bacta into the side of her neck.

"It's alright, it's over. That should do it. Give it two days and it will feel like it never happened."

"Thank you." Elora touched her nose briefly only to grimace in pain at the touch.

The Pantoran had watched them and sighed, hoping they would understand. "I stole this stuff because I need it to save someone… Someone very dear to me. Help me, please."

Elora frowned. None of what the young woman said felt like a lie to her. The Pantoran seemed to be a troubled soul, toughened up by years of hardships. Elora couldn't sense malice in her. Just pure desperation and underneath all this emotional turmoil was nothing but a lonely heart.

"Mando… She's not lying."

"As a hunter your quarrie's issues should not concern you."

Elora scoffed. "Well, I am no bounty hunter. She's truly desperate to save her loved one."

Mando grabbed Elora's arm maybe a bit too rough.

"Don't. This would get us into even more trouble. Think about him!" Mando looked to the child, who was becoming more restless. Elora sensed how hungry he was.

"I could say the same to you. When was the last time you fed him?"

The Pantoran cleared her throat. "Get me out of here. I… I'm begging you, ok?!" She didn't look them in the eye.

“Remember what she did to you?”

"Yes, and I’ll give her a chance regardless. She acted out of despair and I know what that’s like.” Mando shook his head in disbelief. “I will help you." Elora said as she knelt next to the Pantoran and checked her cuffs. "I can break them or you open them voluntarily." She looked up at her companion.

He sighed. "I open the cuffs, but you have to pretend you're still tied to the table. We're gonna leave, so the Neimodian won't suspect us of helping you."

Elora was glad Mando was willing to help, and added her part to the plan.

"I'll lure the Neimodian out of the shop. That will give you time to grab your tooka and escape."

"How do you wanna do that without him seeing you?" the Pantoran asked.

"I have… my methods." Elora smirked, while Mando broke the lock of the small cage.

The no longer stunned tooka hissed at him while he did so. When the Neimodian came back Mando and Elora said their goodbyes. He didn't notice the open handcuffs, nor the broken lock of the cage. Elora and Mando waited behind the shop.

"Don't let me regret this. What's your plan anyway?"

"Don't worry, I got this. Prepare to run away."

Elora closed her eyes and sensed her way through the walls and into the shop. She sensed the Neimodian, the thief and her tooka. Reaching out even further she felt the presence of the many passersby. Elora decided to focus on the environment. Despite not being in her line of view she sensed a speeder bike. With a tight grip through the Force she let it explode. The explosion not only caused a commotion among the people by the shop's front, but the goods for sale had fallen out of the shelves and the glass of the shop window had broken into thousands of pieces.

The Neimodian ran outside to take a look, leaving the Pantoran unattended, just as planned.

She picked up her tooka and her bag with the stolen goods, then went looking for her only way out, which happened to be the rear exit. She pushed the heavy door open where she collided headfirst with a wall of beskar, looking up at the Mandalorian apologetically.

"Let's get away from here!"

They disappeared among the people on the busy street, trying to blend in. Unfortunately the explosion had caught the attention of many. And seeing a Mandalorian immediately after an explosion was always suspicious. So they ran until even the thief was out of breath. They found themselves in an entirely different sector of Cloud City when they stopped in a back alley after they had assured themselves that nobody was following them.

"Thank you for helping."

"Your intentions are sincere. What's your name?" Elora asked.

"I have many names. Call me whatever you want, redhead. You… you're a Jedi, aren't you?"

She shook her head. "I don't consider myself a Jedi. I just have a few tricks up my sleeve, that's all."

"You speak Mando'a and know about the Jedi? Who are you?" Mando was curious and tried not to let it show.

"All I know about the Jedi are stories my grandparents have told me when I was little. I don't see why I should tell you my name. If you know someone's name you have power over them, at least in my line of work."

"I understand."

The tooka on her shoulder purred and buried its face in her black locks of hair.

"Let's pretend none of this happened. Just give me back my power cell."

Elora sighed, but agreed. If this power cell was crucial for saving somebody’s life, she didn’t want to be the one to keep it for herself.

When the young woman turned to leave, Elora cleared her throat. "Excuse me, um… you don’t happen to know your way around Cloud City?"

"Been here a couple times before. You could say I'm familiar with the city, yes."

"Can you show me the way to the intergalactic archives?"

"You helped me when you didn't have to…” The Pantoran hesitated. “Fine, I'll take you there."

Elora turned to say a final goodbye to Mando and the child.

"I wish you all the best."

"Same to you. I hope you find what you're looking for."

They shook hands, then Elora crouched down once again to be on the child's eye level.

"Be brave, my sweet bean. I will never forget you."

He sensed Elora's sadness and tears welled in his big dark eyes. He looked at her, as if pleading her to stay with him.

Grogu.

"Yes… Grogu."

The child cooed and raised his little arms when she said the foreign word.

"Is that…? Did you give him a name?" Mando asked, a little taken aback.

"I don't know. Does Grogu sound like a name to you?"

The child cooed again when Elora mentioned the word.

"Well, he reacts to it as if it's his name…"

"I have a connection to him. This word came to me while he and I were meditating."

"He… will miss you."

Elora felt that Mando wasn't just talking about the child but about himself as well, though he would never admit it.

"I will miss him, too."

It was hard leaving them a second time.

Don't look back, don't look back.

Mando and the child watched Elora leave, Arfour and the nameless thief at her side. A feeling of melancholy overcame the Mandalorian. He knew he would see her again one day since she was indebted to him. Still, their goodbye felt wrong. Tears were streaming down the child's face and he attempted to climb out of his pram to follow her. Mando had to hold him back and close the pram to keep him from trying again. Under his helmet he bit his lip until it drew blood, suppressing his emotions. He felt bad for the child - Grogu - who had endured so much already.

"C'mon, kid. The deal's complete. She can start looking for her family here."

They went on their way, back to the Razor Crest. Everything about this felt wrong, so wrong. But Mando knew the risk of staying in one place for too long while on the run. The kid was his only priority. Elora had been just another mission, that's what he told himself, though he knew it to be a lie. She was capable of understanding Grogu in a way he couldn't. If she wouldn't be on her own mission, he would have considered asking her to join his crew. Officially. Even the droid, Arfour had proven himself useful, at least to her. But the deal was complete. They each had their own life and different aspirations. He had to move on and perhaps he would find someone else capable of understanding little Grogu, so he hoped. There had to be someone else.

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hermitcraftheadcanons · 4 years

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To Do List:

What's up, my Herd of Nerds?

Anyway, as you can tell, tomorrow is AU Sunday. But, because it's one after a 'my input' one, it's a follower input AU day! Yay!

So, send me your AUs and I'll put all of em in a hat to pick one randomly. The winner is picked and posted and we'll all try and make headcanons about your AU.

Done:

Zombie Apocalypse AU :: (https://hermitcraftheadcanons.tumblr.com/post/618314308275863552/zombie-apocalypse-au-masterpost)

Pirate AU ::

Currently In The Raffle:

-Toy Story AU.

-Ever After High/Descendants/Vaguely 'nex gen priness' AU.

-Eldritch Horror AU :: Or if that's a bit too out there, a more normal Monster AU. I don't care, but in my heart, I know Cleo is some kind of eldritch horror. Zombie is far too easy.

-Eldritch Monster AU! Hermits are all Lovecraftian horrors who all individually decided that they wanted to pretend to be normal and are all trying to hide their otherworldliness. I also feel like Mumbo or X or someone as the one actually "normal" player on the server would work well. Most hermits don't know that everyone else isn't normal either, but some find out about friends maybe.

-Rabid Debate Club AU :: Random weird au idea where it's basic hs/uni au but like two of them try to start a debate club, then invite some friends just so there's enough people; cut to like two months later, it's all the hermits just fighting over whether or not pineapple should go on pizza or not lol it isn't very good i'm sorry but ya know rabid debate club AU.

-Animal/shapeshifting AU :: (Suggested Twice.) Every hermit can shapeshift into one token animal. (If it's something like "dog," they can only turn into one breed and color of dog, EXAMPLE: doc can shift into a black sable belgian malinois, but not anything else.)

-Wedding Planners AU :: Hermits work in various unrelated businesses such as a bakery, flower shop, etc., but see each other semi-often bc they're semi-often called upon to work together by another hermit's wedding planning business (obvs if you couldn't tell i know absolutely nothing abt wedding planning & businesses n shit lol but it's the /concept/ of it yannknow)

-Avatar: The Last Air Bender AU. (Suggested Thrice.)

-Fusion AU :: (Also suggested by Anon.) (Suggested Twice.) What if Hermits could fuse with each other? (Viva and Jumbo fused into MumboJumbo.)

-SCP AU :: The hermits have spooky powers and are kept locked up bc of it (or they have to keep the world safe from monsters and cursed objects!)

-RPG AU :: I feel like someone already thought of that but I am just wondering about it lately :p -🍋

-Adventure Time AU :: The hermits live in a post-apocalyptic world and the Lich (bad guy) is making everything decay. They need to gather all the gems (belt colours) to unlock the Enchiridion (a book) and have one wish each granted from Prismo (multiverse wish granting dude) before the Lich does. Only 4 elements can enter the multiverse: Slime (The Lich & Jevin), Redstone (Tango or Mumbo?), Ice (Stress), and Dirt (Grian, much to his dismay). Only the elementals can see the book. Grian's the protagonist with his sidekick Scar. He originally started collecting the belts because they were shiny but eventually decided to read the book and find out what they were for when Scar said he didn't see it. Doc, False, and Iskall are major obstacles because they don't believe the book exists.</p>

-Total Drama Island AU.

-Magical Girl AU :: Zedaph's the lead magical girl and rounds up a bunch of other magical girl hermits.

-Pokeman AU :: What are the Hermit's roles in this world? Who's the Champion, Elite Four. Are they scientists? Trainers? Do they compete in competitions, do they specialize in types? Who's everyone's starter? Has anyone encountered any legendaries?

-College AU

-High School AU

-Wizard101 AU :: I (🦊) recently got this AU idea and recently started going off somewhere with it in terms of writing, but, like, Hermitcraft meets Wizard101. Tons and tons of magical shenanigans, monster hunting, and idk what else.

-Magic AU

-My Hero Academia AU :: Headcanons can be about which hermits would have what quirks and occupations based on them.

-So I'm writing an AU where there's a second game of Demise but 5 years later. So far the first 2 hermits (Joe and Xisuma) have died, and their dead forms are cracked with an arrow in his chest (Xisuma) and cyborg (Joe). So since it's Saturday, I'm looking for what some skins would look for.

-City AU :: I mean this is really just a normal everyday AU.

-School AU.

-Terraria-Minecraft Fusion AU :: Who chooses what class? what events do each hermit prefer? how to they deal with the world infections? preferred biomes? Favourite NPCS? It has potentiallllll.

-70s/80s Teen Horror AU :: (like Stranger Things, Carreie, The Lost Boys, Halloween, etc.) -🦇

-Demi-God AU :: Sort of like percy jackson (everyone being the children of different gods from all different cultures.)

-Supernatural AU

-Marching Band AU :: Xisuma is the band major and all the show music is the remixes. I need to come up with some ideas for uniforms. Outfits and flags for the colorguard too.

-Different Eras AU :: (Suggested Twice.) All the hermits are from different time periods or eras. Like Wels is from the mediveal/dark era, Mumbo is from 1890-1920's, Iskall is from 2030, TFC is from 2020(?), Cleo is from 2130, etc!!! Like the mobs/animals became feused with humans, is when the mob players came from.

-Star Trek AU :: Like maybe they could be on one ship and each have different roles like engineers or doctors? I don’t know if this has been suggested but hope you enjoy! - 🐦

-House Mates AU :: ApartmentAU but scaled down?

-Atlantis AU :: (Could be merged with Mermaid AU???)

-Fighting Game AU :: Some influences would be Street Fighter, Mortal Kombat, and Ultra Instinct, that kind of stuff.

-Time loop AU :: The hermits each have to deal with their own time loop.

(All those above in red are from our community's lovely Anons!)

-Superhero/superpower AU :: They each have a unique power/powerset that is in some way connected to their personality. (ie Mumbo *could* control electricity because of his love of redstone) Some Hermits may even choose to be "villains" and prank their other servermates. If you need power ideas, I've got a couple. (12u3ie)

-Daycare AU :: The recap peeps are the caretakers :P (-@tikauniverse.)

-Incredibly Long Cross Country Train Ride AU :: they all are in the same train car, telling stories of where they’re going, backstories.)

-Stuck In An Airport AU :: pretty similar to train au but they can be going diff places.

-Doctors AU :: they’re all doctors working at the same hospital.)

-Circus AU (Also suggested by an Anon.) (Suggested Twice.)

-Spy AU (Also suggested by @shadeswiftdraws.) (Suggested Twice.)

-Runaways AU :: The hermits are all teenagers who have run away from home, they all live on the streets until TFC takes them in. Head canons can be about backstories, living on the streets, or when they’re with TFC.

-Criminals and Police Officers AU

(-@lookitsspacekween)

-Dancer AU :: I mean, I already got a list kind of planned out, but headcanons for why specific styles are chosen would be appreciated! :) (usedtobelucythefallenangel)

-Broadway/Musicals Hermits AU :: The hermits are all casts of various musicals and when this newly-built theater opens up they all fight for which musical gets to play in it first (they have a riff-off maybe?) musicals mainly included are Hamilton, BMC, DEH, SiX, Beetlejuice, etc (feel free to add more!) (-@heyitsroby.)

-DnD AU (Also suggested by Anon.) (Suggested twice.)

-Mermaid AU :: In honor of the end of Mermay

-Space exploration AU :: There could be different ships, command centers, aliens.... Maybe someone could even get stranded/crash on a new planet? Who knows, could be fun.

-Paranormal/ghost hunter AU :: A couple Hermits could be the ghost hunters going to haunted locations to prove/disprove their hauntedness, others could be camera crew, owners of haunted buildings, or even the ghosts themselves.

-Camping/Vacation AU.

-Summer Cottage AU :: They all spend summers/weekends along the same shoreline and do different summer activities together. Outdoor fun and shenanigans!

-Space AU :: like star trek or similar.

-I would say evil clone au but I think that's pretty much the entire Hermitcraft tumblr right now lol. (Suggested twice.)

(-@shadeswiftdraws.)

-Magic AU :: Magic exists and all the hermits have powers. They can also summon a weapon but what that weapon is depends on the hermit. I'm thinking it'll take place in a sort-of Demise 2 in S7 with a big war. So far I've got: Grian - Cloning himself to his different personas (each has a different power). Xisuma - Making barriers, teleporting, and transforming into different mobs. Scar - Making mutant plants & boosting other hermits' attack & health. (-@datsaltyperson.)

-Demon AU :: Something enters the overworld and turns into a supernatural style-demon through Dimentional Distortion. Who gets posessed first, who goes crazy, and who actually kills it? Honestly I think that, if anything, Tango would know how to gank it, for obvious reasons. (-@fireflower-dusk.)

-High Street AU :: Everyone owns a different shop on the same street or some run a shop together (-@violets-arepurple.)

-Cat AU :: Either they're were always cats, or Hels turned everyone, including himself, into a cat, and they have to survive and overcome challenges in the Season 7 world. An example of a challenge would be Cub's a Sand Cat(the cats that always look like kittens no matter how old they are and live in deserts), and everyone's not sure if he can actually swim, so they have to find a way for him to get around without involving water. (-@scp10000.)

-How about a secret AU.. Every hermit has their big secrets and when Grian joined. He doesn't really know anything about those secrets even till season 7. Not many hermits talked to him in S6 anyway.. Mumbo was the closest to him so they would have regular chats For Iskall is mostly business related things Grian wants to know why so he set out on a quest to force the others to at least talk to him so he wouldn't be lonely. (-@babylightstudentbiscuit.)

-Hermit Family AU :: Xisuma is very busy dad but when he isnt busy the kids and younger hermits annoying the hell out of him. Grian once asked to use Xisuma's computer and crashed the whole thing trying to download illegal gamesites and get money off the internet. Mumbo and his trains run through the entire house and Xisuma trips on them daily. (-@gamerutx.)

-College AU!! But they are not students. THEY ARE THE TEACHERS (-@ivi-prism.)

Ones I planned to do anyway but Hermitblr Hivemind and all that:

Battle of The Bands AU: i believe u once mentioned a bands/ battle of the bands au... thats my jam... (Anon.)

#hcraft #hermitcraftheadcanons #raffle day #notaheadcanon #masterpost #au to do list

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yumiko111316 · 4 years

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How about some good 'ol DustBerry? Or would it be BerryDust since poor Dust has to be the sub and Blue is all yandere over him? Anyways, credits to the artist! If you own one of these pictures, and you want me to take them down, i'll do it.

Let's make one thing clear. I don't give two fucks if in your option Dust is supposed to be the dominated type. In my option, Dust CAN be submissive. So don't throw that hate on me just because you don't like the idea of Dust being submissive! I'll write what i want to write!

Ya'all can request if ya want! By that i mean that you can request any ship you want, and even x readers! Might take a while to make them, since i have a story to write in Wattpad, but i'll try my best!

SFW

Pairing: DustBerry/BerryDust

Dust=submissive Blue=Dominated

Warning: Has killing in it. Slightly gore you could say. Well, what do you expect from the Yandere Blue?

Lemon: Nope. Not gonna sin....yet.

Now without boring you out more, let the story begin!

Lots of love -Yumiko

We all probably know the feeling when you fall in love. It's an amazing and beautiful feeling, that we all deserve to have. But sometimes it doesn't end like we want. There's always a possibility to end up in heartbreak. Reject. That's what hurts us really badly. We want the person we love, to love us in return. But what if the person we love, doesn't love us back? Some might take it easily, and recover in couple of days. But some of us just can't leave it all behind. How could we? Love is so unique feeling! But some of us....may be posessive over that love. Even when the person that we love, doesn't return the feelings, we WILL make them love us.

Dust is one of the bad guys. He works for Nightmare with the five others. Lust, Killer, Horror, Error and Cross. They are like a family. They know about each other's dark past, and comfort each other when it's needed. Thought they have one thing really in common. Fear of love. No, we are not talking about L.O.V.E. Just love. To some it's bigger than the others. Like Dust. He doesn't think he's capable to loving. And he's afaird he would hurt the person he loves, like he did to HIS Papyrus. Who would love him anyways? He's just a merciless killer. Even the ghost of Papyrus thinks about Dust as such. And that makes Dust sad. He wants someone to cuddle, someone to love, someone to talk to. But he can't. No one would truly return those feelings. Dust has learned it a long time ago. Once a killer, always a killer. He had a lover once, but Dust was just used as a tool to get information of Nightmare. Dust truly had feelings for this lover of his, but his now ex lover didn't return them. Worst pain then rejection? The feeling when you realize you were used as a tool. Like you are some kind of an toy that could be played with, and then throwed away when the person using you got bored. Firts Dust felt anger. Oh did he so badly just wanna KILL his ex lover. But then he realized.....what if the wrong wasen't in his ex lover, what if it WAS in him? Maybe Dust didn't show enough affection? Or maybe Dust wasen't gentle enough? Maybe Dust should have acted differently? Or maybe wear different clothes? Dust didn't care if he had to fucking change himself fully, just why wouldn't CLASSIC love him?! Was Dust really nothing else than a tool to Classic? A merciless killer that didn't deserve love? Well it doesn't matter anymore. It has been fully 4 months now, and Dust haven't left his room in the Nightmare's castle. He doesn't even leave to get some food. The gang was super worried, not even KNOWING why Dust acts like this. They didn't even know Dust and Classic WERE dating for starters! One day Dust just opened the door to his room, crying, and never got out of his room again. How does he eat? You may ask. The gang brings him food, even thought they usually find the food just half eated, or even untouched. The gang has tried their everything to get Dust out, but he just....won't.

The gang had to go on a mission. Their first mission ever since Dust locked himself in his room. And damn was the gang PISSED. They KNOW it has someting to do with the star council! It HAS to have!

"Hey Dust. We are leaving for a mission....please come out already Dust! Please even SPEAK! We are worried about you...." Cross said, putting his hand in Dust's door.

".......what kind of an mission?" Dust asked behind the door, to Cross's suprise. What shocked Cross even more was Dust's voice. It was so....dull and lifeless. It was cracking a bit, like Dust wouldn't have speaked in couple of months! Witch can be true.

"We are going to destroy Underswap and fight against the star council." Cross replied, small smile tugging in his face, knowing that Dust is still ALIVE.

"Will Classic be there?" Dust asked, making Cross a bit confiused. Why would Dust care about Classic? Cross still replied, being overjoyed about hearing Dust's voice.

"I don't know Dust. Probably yes."

"I'll be coming with you guys." Dust's sentace shocked Cross. Really.

"Dust. I don't think that's a good idea.." Cross trailed off, looking at his right side.

"That, or i could just stay here." Dust said, wi ping off his tears inside his room. Might as well go and show Classic that the heartbreak hasen't changed Dust a bit! Well....okay, maybe it has changed Dust a BIT. He was shorter, a lot skinnier looking like, so a lot lighter. He looked like he has cried, witch he has done multiple times. And he looks like he haven't slept forever. So the same 'ol Dust!

"You can come!" Cross rushingly said. Everything so that Dust would come out. Cross would do ANYTHING.

"Promise i get to go in the mission?" Dust asked, unsure if he should trust that Cross isn't gonna lie and just ban Dust from his own room.

"I....I promise." Cross promised, sighing.

"Alright." Dust answered, before walking to the door and unlocking it. What Cross saw in front of him was.......he couldn't find words to describe it. Dust used to be taller than Cross, now he's SMALLER. (Logic). Dust looked so tired and....broken. Cross immeadly hugged Dust, making them fall in Dust's room floor, as Dust was a lot lighter then he used to.

"OH MY GODNESS DUST!!" Cross yelled, standing up and pulling Dust along with him, shaking him from his shoulders.

"Cross. The mission." Dust reminded.

"Ofcourse. Like i promised..." Cross face saddened at the reminder, but was still happy seeing Dust. Even thought Dust looked a lot different, expect for the clothes. Cross and Dust walked trough the hallway, towards Nightmare's throne room. Cross opened the door, getting everyone's attention. And when they spotted Dust.....well they kinda all run over him and tackeld him in a hug. Even Nightmare.

"Dust we missed you!!!" Killer and Horror yelled at the same time. Soon they all stopped hugging Dust, pulling him off the ground.

"Dust are you.....shorter?" Horror asked, even when it was obvious.

"Psh no. You are just taller. Ofcourse i'm shorter idiot!" Dust slapped Horror in the back of his skull. Everyone (expect Cross) was shocked about Dust's voice. It used to be dark, sexy, low and dominate. But now it was just broken and empty. It was a bit raspy, and more higher.

"Dust what the hell happened you idiot?! You just locked yourself in your room!!" Nightmare yelled, angry at the fact that Dust was so broken. He wasen't angry at Dust, not at all. He was angry to that/those people who did this to Dust.

"I'll tell you guys later....now we have a mission to complite." Dust said with a sigh.

"Nuh uh, your not going with us!" Nightmare said, and was about to continue to tell the reasons why, but Cross speaked over him.

"Nightmare. I promised he could come with us. He wouldn't have come out of his room if i didn't promise to him." Crods explained, receiving an annoyed sigh from Nightmare.

"Fine. But you BETTER TELL US why you locked yourself in your room. And it BETTER BE good!" Nightmare threatened. Dust only nodded, getting his knife from his hoodie's pocket. Now that you look at Dust, his hoodie is a lot bigger to him. Well Dust WAS shorter than before, but it was an adorable sign. Or would have been if it wasen't in this situation.

"C'mon let's go." Nightmare said with a sigh, opening a portal to Underswap.

It's been 4 months now, and the bad sanses haven't attacked in any AU's, or caused any kind of an destruction. Classic kinda thought it had something to do with the fact that he broke Dust's heart. Well soul. But Dust was a bad guy. Dust didn't love Classic THAT much, right? Yea, Dust wouldn't probably have even set a tear to their break up. Oh but how wrong was he.....

"Classic. Are you listening?" Ink asked, making everyone in the star council room look at Classic.

"Yep." Classic answered with a fake lazy smirk.

"As i was saying. The bad sanses haven't destroyed in 4 months now. Maybe they have changed, or they are planning something. We have a plan-" Ink was cut off as he felt an AU being destroyed. It was Underswap.

"Underswap brothers, Fell brothers, Dream and Classic, come with me! Underswao is getting destroyed!" Ink said rushingly, creating a portal and jumping trough it, the six others behind him. Just when Ink thought that they have changed.....They jumped trought the portal, entering the Underswap.

Error begun fighting Ink, while Dream begun fighting Nightmare. The swap brothers were were fighting Killer and Horror, while the fell brothers were fighting Lust and Cross. Strange. Usually Dust would be fighting the fell brothers, not Lust. Now that Classic is thinking about it....where IS Dust? Fell (Underfell Papyrus) shot a bone towards List, and he wouldn't be able to dodge it. To the fell brothers, Lust's, Classic's and Cross's suprise, Dust teleported in front of Lust, blocking the attack with his knife. And then Dust begun fighting the fell brothers. Thought the fell brothers noticed that Dust's attacks weren't as strong as before. They were weaker, for some reason. And Dust was a lot shorter. The fell brothers took notice of that. Faster then Red (Underfell Sans) thought, he got the change to aim Dust with a gasterblaster. Red formed a gasterblaster, and shoot it towards Dust. It hit Dust, sending him flying in a tree, to his suprise. Usually when Red aimed a gasterblaster at Dust, Dust would either way dodge, or take the hit and continue like nothing has happened. And Red was 100% that his attacks haven't got stronger, so it could mean only one thing. Dust has gotten weaker. So Red could.....kill Dust in that spot?

Dust was in a lot of pain. The impact he had made with the tree was big, and hurted like hell. But Dust couldn't give up yet. Not just yet. Dust slowly stood up, hid legs shaking. His skull had a spiderweb crack on it, a.d his legs and arms were bleeding. He was a lot weaker than the remembered. But then again. He hasen't took care of himself since THAT day. Barely eating, and slightly moving. Using his voice only to say Papyrus a 'bye' or 'morning'.

Cross took notice of Dust's condition, and tried to get to Dust. But Fell blocked the way.

"Listen here." Fell started, gettin cut of by Cross.

"NO YOU LISTEN HERE LITTLE SHIT! I DON'T KNOW WHAT THE HELL YOU GUYS DID TO DUST, BUT I'M NOT GONNA WATCH FROM THE SIDE WHILE YOU MAKE DUST'S CONDETION EVEN WORSE! SO GET THE HELL OUT OF MY WAY, OR I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU!!" Cross yelled, causing everyone's attention coming to them. Cross wasen't just Cross anymore. Chara's part of soul....the DETERMINATION was taking over. Cross seemed to be in the control, but at the same time, it was Chara. Now Fell wasen't the one to retreat, bit right now, he knew it was for the best. Fell moved out of Cross's way, letting him to go over Dust.

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