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JEALOUS NIKI! text au

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warnings: some curse words, mentions of choking (jokingly), jealous and pouty Niki????? yeah I think that’s it

genre: fluffiest fluff, crack

fem!reader

-> another one since y’all really liked the first one!! sorry if there’s any mistakes and please be kind! if you have any advice I’ll gladly take it

enjoy! ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

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[fangirlshrewt97]

Messy Mango Munching

How about that alliterative title? (Mostly exists cause I couldn’t think of an actual good title for this thing.)

Anyways, I feel like it’s been a while since I posted, so here is my latest piece. It is set in the same “timeline/AU” as my Watermelon Crush(er) fic but it is not necessary for you to read that one to understand this one. 

I got the idea for it from the intense discussion on Discord over Ram Charan’s fingers and how delicate his wrists/hands are...

Let me know what you think!

AO3 Link

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Ram groaned as he laid back on the blessedly cold marble tiles of his living room as the AC tried its best to compete against the heat outside. He was already down to shorts and a simple t-shirt, but the weather was unrelenting.

"Anna..." Malli whined where she was on the couch above him, stretching her hand to bat at his hair. "I think I'm melting."

Ram hummed. "I think I am too."

"It's too hot."

"The news said the heatwave should be done by Monday." Ram tried to placate.

Malli whined louder. "Just in time for school. That's so unfair, this entire weekend has been so boring!"

Ram pushed himself by the elbows to roll over onto his stomach, crossing his arms underneath his chin and using them as a rest. "Sorry Chinni."

Malli flopped onto her side to look at him, a large pout on her face. "I was really looking forward to going to the lake with both of you."

"I know. We will find another weekend." Ram promised.

Malli scrunched up her face but nodded. "Fine."

Ram exhaled quietly, glad a tantrum had been averted. He closed his eyes , pushing back to rest his forehead on his forearm.

"Anna?" Malli questioned.

"Hmm?"

"Where did Annayya go?"

Ram peeked up at her with one eye. "No idea. I told him to stay. He better not have collapsed somewhere from a heat stroke because he was stupid."

Malli giggled. "It's so funny watching you scold Annayya cause only you and Amma do it."

His lips twitched as he tried to shrug from his position in the floor. "For someone so smart, he can be a real idiot sometimes."

Malli's giggles increased in volume. "He's said the same thing about you!"

Ram smiled wryly. "He has, has he?"

Before Malli could respond, the front door burst open, and a voice boomed through the apartment. "Bangaram! I’m back!" Bheem yelled as he peeked into the living room, beaming when he spotted them.

Ram pulled himself upright, sitting on his knees. "Where did you go in this weather?"

Bheem bustled into the room with a large bag that seemed to be filled with boxes. "The market!"

"It was open in this weather?" Ram asked incredulously.

Bheem shook his head. "No. But the nearby Mall complex was, and a few vendors had set up their shops near the entrance."

Malli wordlessly gestured for the bag, making Bheem chuckle as he pushed them to her. "And how is our little wildflower doing?"

He reached over to ruffle her hair, which she protested.

Bheem pretended to be wounded at Malli batting his hands away, collapsing in a heap next to Ram. He turned his head to look at the other man fully, eyes bright with his customary joie de vivre.

Ram's breath caught in his chest as in always did when faced with all of Bheem's attention. A flush rose in his cheeks, and he was helpless to control it.

The blush reddened further when Bheem grinned at its sight.

Bheem gripped his ankles where he was sitting cross-legged and leaned against Ram enough to peck his cheek lightly.

"Bheema." Ram chided quietly as looked surreptitiously at their temporary charge. As much as he loved how easy Bheem was with his affections, Ram was still unaccustomed to engaging in them in front of others.

Bheem rocked back with a soft smile. "Couldn't help myself Rama."

Ram looked away, flustered by the sincerity in that declaration.

Suddenly a squeal broke through the air. "Ice cream!!! Annayya you're the best!"

Malli said as she pulled out two cartons of ice cream from the bottom of the bag.

Ram sighed, looking accusingly at Bheem, who scratched his head and shrugged sheepishly.

Ram shook his head. "You're incorrigible. Go shower, you stink."

"Aww but Ram..." Bheem said as he reached back for the bag. "Look what I got for you."

He pulled out the last item from the bag, a medium sized carton.

Ram gaped when Bheem removed the lid to see the box filled to the brim with mangoes. "You..."

Bheem grinned. "The vendor sold them to me cheap because I got it in bulk. Plus it was hot and he was worried they'd go bad."

Ram grabbed one of the mangoes, bringing it up to his nose to inhale it. His eyes fluttered shut as the sweetness of the scent hit him. When he looked back at Bheem, the man had a hungry look on his face.

Clearing his throat he slapped Bheem's thigh. "At least go wash your hands and feet and change. And Malli. You aren't allowed to eat straight from the carton."

The girl pouted but closed the lid of the ice cream box. "Fine."

Bheem got up, dusting off his shirt. “I’ll get some cutlery.”

“No.” Ram said pointedly. “I’ll get the cutlery. You go get changed.”

Bheem gave him a salute, throwing a wink at Malli who giggled and walked towards their bedroom. Ram squinted after him. “I don’t know if I should be offended.”

“Anna! The ice cream will melt!” Malli reminded him.

Ram held up his hands in surrender and went to the kitchen, retrieving the necessary cutlery and bowls. He handed the scoop over to Malli, telling her to be careful as he grabbed a couple mangoes from the box. She agreed absently, completely focused on the treat before her.

Loki was going to kill them if they sent the girl back with a sugar high. Again.

Rolling the mangoes in his hand, he went into the kitchen, running them under the water before he began peeling the skin. He neatly sliced the fruit, and arranged them in a ceramic plate. He kept the large seeds to one side. He wasn’t a big fan of them, but Bheem was. Just like Chinna had been.

Ram sighed as he went back to the second mango. It was incredible how his ghosts would make themselves be remembered over the most innocuous of things.

Once done, Ram grabbed some tissues and a couple forks before going back to the living room.

Only to pause and gape at the sight of Bheem eating a mango already. Unpeeled. With his bare hands. And a beard full of mango pulp.

Ram felt his eye twitch.

Malli caught sight of him first. “Oops.” the yellow-handed little rascal whispered theatrically.

Bheem’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he looked over his shoulder, cheeks full of fruit. “Rama!”

Ram grit his teeth as the man gulped down his mouthful and grinned at him, beard stick with mango juice. “What. Are. You. Doing?”

Bheem’s brows furrowed. “…eating mangoes?”

“You’re making a mess Bheem! Look at your hands, you put them on the rug by accident, and they’ll be stained permanently. Not to mention your shirt!”

Bheem looked down at his T-shirt, wincing when he caught the dark stains against the blue fabric. “I’ll wash it!”

“Bheem!” Ram cried distressed as he walked over to the man, placing the cut fruit roughly against the ground, and silently thanking the stars he didn’t chip the ceramic.

Bheem sucked at his fingertips. “Come on Rama, this is how you’re supposed to eat mangoes! Give it a try once!”

Ram huffed. “No way.”

“It’s fun Anna!” Malli piped in.

Ram glared at her. “Do not side with him. He is stupid. We agreed on this.”

“Hey!” Bheem protested, making Malli duck her head to hide her smile.

Ram pointedly grabbed the fork he had brought and stabbed the cut fruit, neatly popping it into his mouth.

Bheem squinted at him. “Really Ram?”

Ram swallowed.

Bheem sighed. “Okay, okay, fine. How about a bet? You try one, just one mango the way I eat it. I am sure you will come to see the truth.”

Ram raised an eyebrow. “And if I don’t like it?”

Bheem’s mouth dropped open. “Ah…I’ll cut as many of these-”

“All of them.” Ram interjected.

“...all of them for you.” Bheem finished agreeably.

Ram squinted back at Bheem before nodding mechanically. Malli watched the whole scene play out with wide eyes, quietly sucking on her mango seed.

Bheem went and washed two more mangoes while Ram positioned himself comfortably, crossing his feet underneath himself. He grimaced as he caught sight of the mess Bheem had made. However this ridiculous bet turned out (and clearly he would be winning), Bheem was in charge of cleaning.

Bheem brought over the two mangoes in a bowl, thankfully peeled. He set them down before sitting himself.

Ram looked at the bowl like it was going to bite him. Bheem bit his lip to keep from laughing lest he annoy Ram into not even trying. “Come on Rama, just one. It won’t kill you.”

When the man still did not move, Bheem grabbed the other mango, and bit into it, half-suppressing the moan as the sweet taste burst on his tongue. “Thevere show good!”

Ram reached out to the leftover mango, wrapping his fingers around the fruit. He grimaced at the slippery texture, but brought it up to his mouth and bit into the tender flesh. He hummed at the taste, taking a bigger bite. He brought his other hand to hold the fruit more securely, and ate it as neatly as he could. A large drop of juice started to drip down his arm after a minute, and he instinctively brought his arm to his mouth, licking away at the juice, before popping one finger in his mouth to suck on it.

“Annayya!” Malli shouted, startling Ram. He looked up to see Bheem was staring at him with his jaw on the floor. Along with the mango he had been holding. Which was now soaking the rug just as Ram had feared. “Bheema!”

Ram’s shout had the intended effect, snapping the other man out of his revere. He yelped when he saw the fallen fruit, grabbing it and running to get a wet cloth. Ram pressed the tissues he had brought to the rug.

Together the trio cleaned up the mess as much as they were able, and finished off the cut fruit. Ram sent Malli off to wash her hands and change her clothes while he helped Bheem carry everything back to the kitchen. Once it was just the two of them, just bumped his shoulder against Bheem’s. “What was that back there?”

Bheem’s ears flushed red, furthering Ram curiosity. “Bheema?”

Bheem whined pitifully as he turned to stare at Ram. “You really have no idea Ram?”

Ram looked at him in confusion. “What the hell are you talking about?”

“You!”

“Me?”

Bheem gestured wildly with his hands while whispering furiously. “You! You with your long fingers and delicate wrist just holding the mango so tenderly! And then licking at your arm? Sucking on your finger?!”

Ram’s blush matched Bheem’s by the end of the rant.

“It was indecent.” Bheem grumbled as he returned to washing the dishes.

Ram glanced around to make sure Malli was not in the vicinity before he leaned over to kiss at Bheem’s cheek. “I’m sorry. But does this mean we can eat fruit with cutlery now?”

Bheem jerked back to look at him. “Did…did you do that on purpose?”

Ram blinked innocently at him. “Bheem! Do I seem like that type of person?”

“I…” Bheem trailed off, before going to the sink, grumbling under his breath.

Ram hid his smile at his victory, returning to the living room to make sure all the mess was gone. He grabbed Malli’s bowl, swiping the last piece of mango and putting it into his mouth, licking his fingertips clean.

Served Bheem right, for what he had done to Ram with that stupid watermelon.

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Tagging (If I missed out on anyone in the taglist, please let me know!):  @rambheem-is-real @budugu @bromance-minus-the-b @junebugyeahhh @hissterical-nyaan @obsessedtoafault @hufhkbgg @yehsahihai @rorapostsbl @fadedscarlets @alikokinav @chaotic-moonlight @rambheemisgoated @rambheemlove @jaganmaya @burningsheepcrown @lovingperfectionwonderland @rosayounan @iam-siriuslysher-lokid @thewinchestergirl1208 @dumdaradumdaradum @ronaldofandom @jjwolfesworld @jrntrtitties @kashpaymentsonly @jeonmahi1864 @zackcrazyvalentine @stanleykubricks @tulodiscord @teddybat24 @sally-for-sally @jadebomani @stuckyandlarrystuff @veteran-fanperson @ohfuckoffpls  @carminavulcana @boochhaan @doodlesofthelastpage @filesbeorganized @meownique @ssabriel

#rrr #rrr fanfic #rambheem #ram x bheem #rambheem fanfic #alluri sitarama raju #komuram bheem #malli rrr #my fic #my writing

[dark-twist-fairytales]

This is probably one of my shorter stories, but! Here we are! Malli being sympathetic and helping anyone he can. (Based off of link)

The ArcCoil fam belongs to @bluetorchsky

Danny Felizima belongs to @capturecharlesau

Malli Till is my boy

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Giving a tap on the door to the one and only Accordion and Violin, Malli could only give a chuckle as he held up the much larger baby. Not that Malli was a particularly large male, but compared to the baby in his arms, he was small.

The baby babbling in his arms caught his attention, turning to look at the baby boy in his arms, giving a smile from behind his mask at the nonsense babbling. "Really now? And all of that happened?" He asked, only earning more, excited babbling from the baby. "And you're sure?" More nodding, Malli could only give a giggle. "Precious thing.."

The door finally opened, and Malli quickly straightened himself out while fixing the baby on his hip. "I.. Think this little guy got loose." He remarked, giving a nervous chuckle at the end. But, he was motioned inside the room, which confused Malli for a moment. He listened, walking in and setting the baby down on the bed, beside Accordion and Aurelia, which was met with overjoyed excitement and squealing. Malli couldn't help but smile at the father, turning around to Violin.

"Where did he run off to?" He asked, giving a small chuckle at the three now cozied together and hugging onto each other. "I found him in the hallway. Just lifted him up before he got too far." Malli replied, giving a smile from behind his mask, before pointing to the door. "I should be heading back now. Really only ran out- Oh, actually. Do you have any clue where Danny is?"

This made the couple's expressions sour a little. "Yeah.. Just head down a couple of doors, to the left, he'll be there." Violin spoke, motioning in a specific direction that made it clear which direction it was down. Malli gave his thanks, before he left the room and began his way down the hallway. He stopped in his tracks after passing a certain door, trekking backwards and spotting Danny-

This wasn't Malli's first rodeo by a long shot. He walked into the room and looked to Danny, giving a small frown as he saw how sickly the other look, even while asleep. "This won't do.." He muttered, before spotting where the rope was tied, on the ceiling, and being held.. Oh, what a time to be shorter.. And what a time to be an assassin.

Giving a hum, he unsheathed one of his hidden blades, before jumping up high enough to swing and hit only rope. Acting quickly, he wrapped his other arm around Danny, sheathing the blade back, and catching Danny with a quiet grunt. He stood up from his awkwardly crouched position, before bringing the asleep Danny to a nearby area that was a bit higher than everything else. He glanced around the room for a moment, before beginning to clean..

After about thirty minutes of cleaning, Malli's attention turned to some coughing from where Danny laid, a bucket nearby to catch whatever felt unsettled in his stomach. Thankfully, Malli was finished, tossing what paper towels he used away, and making sure the floor wasn't sticky where the mess was. He moved to where Danny was, settling down beside him and glancing toward the Toppst member. "Are you okay..?"

"Been better... Been worst too.." Danny replied, hunched over the bucket as a precaution for his unsettled stomach. Malli settled his hand on his shoulder blades gently rolling his thumb to help the other calm down. "How did I get down..?"

"I cut you down. Don't worry." Malli spoke, before grabbing something out of his pocket and handing it over. "Take this. It's a dose of liquid medicine for your stomach." He said, with Danny looking extremly confused at the odd contraption that held the medicine. He grabbed it, shifting to sit up, before twisting the cap off and swallowing down the stomach medicine, giving a small 'bleh' at the taste afterwards.

"I know, but it'll help." Malli spoke, before standing up and glancing to the rope that hung in the middle of the room, before jumping and grabbing it, climbing up like gravity wasn't a thing.

"You know.." Oh, the dreaded, shadowy voice.. It made Danny tense. "..What if that was poison he gave you? Hmm? It'd be easy to get revenge.. Shove him down once he falls.."

"Oh, shut up.." Danny muttered under his breath, sitting with his legs crisscrossed while watching Malli climb to the roof and untie the rope, once he was held on to the metal beam that had the rope on it. "It's not poison. If it was poison, my stomach would hurt more, not feel better."

"Then yank that mask off. C'mon, he can't hide behind it forever.."

"Enough.."

Malli fell down to the ground, standing up after a rollout as to not hurt his legs more. He gave a hum, grabbed the rope and rolling it up on itself, all while humming a bit subconsciously. "Alright. Think you're well enough to move?"

"Yeah, I think so..?" Danny said, but it sounded more of a question, which brought an obvious worry to Malli's eyes. "Don't worry about me.."

"Kind of hard to do. In a worrier." Malli spoke, holding his hand out to Danny as an offering for him to stand up. In which Danny did, being a bit wobbly on his legs from actually standing. Thankfully, with Malli there, he was able to push on his hands for support. It wasn't until his stomach growled did he realize why he felt so weak, face flushing a red from embarrassment.

"I.. Uhm.."

"Let's get you to the kitchen. Can you walk?"

Danny did give it a try, but with the mix of not eating, medicine, and motion sickness beforehand, it wasn't working to well. "N.. No.. I don't think so.. Not with swaying and sitting and making it take twenty forev- EEP!"

It was all pretty quick, yet smooth, with Malli lifting him up bridle style and making sure he had a grip on Danny. He glanced down, giving a smile from behind his mask. "If it gets uncomfortable, or you start feeling sick, just tell me."

All Danny could do was stare blankly at Malli, mouth agape, and practically speechless. He allowed himself to be carried, just out of it while staring to the ceiling in nothing but confusion. "Thank you.. Mystery.. Person.."

"Purple. Call me Purple."

"Thank you, Purple.. Weirdass name."

"Better than the stereotypical name I have that barely fits me."

This got a chuckle out of both of them, with Danny only needing to stop once or twice to be grounded on their way to the kitchen, but it was soon they made it there, getting Danny something to eat. And Malli- Wait..

Danny glanced around from his meal, trying to spot the bright hair and purple mask, but.. He was gone? This brought Danny back into thought, but the smell of food broke it, allowing him to get back to eating with a smile.

#the henry stickmin collection #henry stickmin oc #my writing! #malli tille #accordion #violin #florence #aurelia #danny felizima #listen i felt a little bad after everything happened and i know malli would do this so here we go! #i also meant to get this out yesterday but it was a long night #also sorry for the tagging min and abyss but i like giving credit where its due

[milla984]

Title: Put that baby spell on me

Creator: Milla984

Giftee: @boochhaan

Prompt: fluff, soft, cute

Relationships: Bheem + Malli + Ram

Rating: General audiences

Warnings/Tags: Modern AU

@celebrrration Holiday Swap 2022

“You said it was an emergency.”

Bheem lets out an impatient sigh as he keeps the door of his apartment open. “What does it look like to you?”

“A toddler,” Ram replies, his gaze continuously wandering from Malli’s tiny figure to the giant standing beside her. When she’s not trying to hide her face she’s peeking at him with her dark, wide eyes, squeezing Bheem’s leg so hard she resembles a barnacle glued to an underwater rock. 

“Well, there’s not a big difference,” Bheem groans, reconsidering his life decisions for the hundredth time in the last few hours.

Ram doesn’t even flinch. “Where’s Loki?”

“Business trip,” Bheem explains, “but the babysitter didn’t show up. She was desperate for help and asked me to take care of Malli until she comes back, tonight.”

“I still don’t see why I’m here,” Ram replies with a confused frown.

Bheem takes a short pause before answering. “I need you to stay with her while I get a few things.”

The sudden realization of what’s really going on turns Ram’s face into the textbook definition of shock and terror - the same state Bheem’s going through the entire morning. “What things?!”

“Oh, I don’t know... age-appropriate food, maybe?” Bheem struggles to control his urge to punch him, out of sheer frustration. “Orange juice? Milk and Parle-G? Right now all I have is leftover chilli chicken.”

“Why can’t you take her?”

“She likes to go ‘exploring’ if you’re not paying full attention to her,” Bheem sighs again, exhausted: shopping for groceries with an infant in tow is something he doesn’t have enough strength for, not today. “Listen, she’s got her Happy Animals coloring book and crayons. Just make sure she stays alive for half an hour… please?!”

With Malli still clinging to Bheem’s leg, Ram is not sure this is an ideal solution but he doesn’t have much of a choice in the matter; besides, Bheem is giving him his best puppy-dog eyes expression, a technique he’s skillfully mastered to perfection. “Fine,” Ram grumbles in a low tone.

Bheem finally relaxes and smiles, gently patting the girl’s head; she stares at him, scared and wary of the brooding man in front of her, but Bheem nods and smiles for a second time. “Ram is our friend, it’s okay.”

A solid minute passes before Malli decides to let go of his trousers to raise a tiny hand towards Ram, who in return seems equally hesitant to take it and moves a cautious step forward only when Bheem is ready to leave. “I’ll be back in forty-five minutes, max.” 

Ram is tempted to follow along but forces himself to remain calm: not even his extensive training could prepare him to embark on such a hazardous mission. He then closes the door and puffs, struggling to find the right words to speak to a child. 

“Sooooo… you like… animals?”

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It takes Bheem exactly twenty-seven minutes to run to the nearest grocery shop, grab some food and run back to his apartment; an easier task than expected, because once his mind clears a bit he remembers he used to love rice kheer, potatoes, roasted vegetables and mango dhal as a child. The fact that they’re also relatively easy to cook makes him fill his cart at superhuman speed and rush to the cashier, his heart pounding in his chest.

When he walks into the living room the first thing he notices is an unnerving silence, then Malli’s high-pitched voice echoes from the kitchen. “Blue.”

She’s sitting on a pile of cushions on a chair, her bare feet dangling up and down, and she’s pointing at the image of a silly faced horse in her coloring book - because she’s not the one doing the actual coloring. 

“Brown,” suggests Ram.

“Blue.”

“Horses are not—”

“BLUE,” she cuts him off, resolute.

“Alright, alright. What do I know about horses, after all,” Ram laughs and picks up the blue crayon, now convinced that arguing with a toddler is - indeed - useless.

Bheem puts the shopping bags on the counter, amazed by the unusual event he’s witnessing: even though Ram can be one of the most dangerous men in the world when he’s holding a gun, he’s letting a two-year-old girl boss him around without batting an eye. “Are you two getting along well?” 

Malli sees him and a split second later she’s climbing off the chair. “Anna!!” she shrieks, running towards him.

Bheem scoops her up to holds her in his arms while Ram stands awkwardly, the crayon still between his fingers. “I was… uhm, she’s still alive, see?!”

“I’m impressed,” Bheem replies, “and if I had to guess I’d say you were having fun.”

“Pfft, as if,” Ram shakes his head in denial while he lets the blue pencil fall on top of all the others, scattered on the table. “Have you got your age-appropriate food?!” 

Bheem nods and Ram rolls his eyes in response. “Thank goodness,” he mutters, grabbing his jacket; Malli whines and squirms to let Bheem know she wants him to put her down, so that she can tug at Ram’s trousers with both hands.

Ram shrugs. “I’m sorry, kid, I have to go. I was only filling in for the one who’s in charge.”

“Actually,” Bheem jumps in, “it’s lunch time but lunch is not ready. How about you two keep on doing... whatever it was you were doing, and I cook us something? Potato soup is okay?” 

The small girl doesn’t really answer but judging by the way she’s hugging Ram’s leg she’s not ready to exchange goodbyes yet, and Bheem smiles to himself. “I take that as a yes.”

Malli raises her big eyes to beg of her new friend to stay a little longer. “Did you learn this from him, huh?!” Ram asks when Malli drags him back to the kitchen table and he’s forced to admit he fell for the same puppy-dog trick twice. 

He turns to Bheem, whispering: “I swear... a single word about this with anyone and you’re a dead man.”

#rrrholidayswap22 #rrr fic #rrr bheem #rrr ram #rrr malli #prompts: fluff + cute + soft #modern AU #where malli is younger #bheem is a cutie #and ram is awkwardly soft #at least i hope #i'm so bad at titling #this one is a labyrinth (1986) quote #magic dance #what kind of magic spell to use? slime and snails or puppy dog... eyes i guess #milla writes stuff

[ticktockteapot]

Since I'm digging this fandom up from the grave, would anybody like to hear about my whole Mad T Party/Underland War AU? I'm not really a writer...I'm more of a visual storyteller, and trying to create a cohesive story template is a bitch. So I've got bits and pieces and worldbuilding sprinkled around in my noggin

#i need help making the story not turn into word vomit #surprisingly my versions of Mally and Thackery are hard to make sense without lore dumping on some poor unfortunate soul #mad t party band #mad t party #Ive even given Dinah a backstory and character arc?? #but how do I write it to make it flow and make sense?? #how do writers organize all these worldbuilding notes #if anything Mally is the one that goes on The Heroes Journey #IDK man it just happened #Im seriously stuck on Alice's character development;-; #HOW DID THE SIDE CHARACTERS GET MORE DEVELOPMENT THAN YA GIRL ALICE??? IDK HALP

[west-tokyo-incidents]

Wide little kit eyes stared up in awe, her frail, tiny white body shivering in the snow.

"Who're you?" Her breath is a soft little white puff, drowned out by the white snow and the white sky and her own white fur.

She had only just opened her eyes a mere few days ago. In her little mind the cat above her had no mouth, no nose, and no eyes. Just a black void where they all should have been.

At least not until the eyes opened.

Pupils that reflected the light off the snow against the pitch black of their face. The image would sear into her little mind.

"I am Omenmask."

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Sunshadow wakes in a panic, staring at her paws. Black paws.

She flexes her claws and stares at them. Turns her paw over to look at the pads. They were large, fully formed, adult cat paws. Not the tiny little white ones nearly frozen in the snow.

What was that?

She flicks her tail and looks around the warrior's den before getting up and silently padding out. She hopes Berrytail is awake.

She quietly pushes her nose past the moss hanging over the entrance. Silence greets her.

"Berrytail?"

Her voice is a low whisper, but it still feels too loud.

A soft 'mrrp?' responds and she pushes her way in. Her eyes adjust quickly and she spots the shape of Berrytail in her herb stores.

"Hey. Can I talk to you?"

"Of course you can." The sweet she-cat smiles gently, "What's bothering you so late at night? There are kits becoming apprentices tomorrow and we both know your father is going to give you one to mentor."

Sunshadow sighs.

"I had a strange dream..."

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"I told you she was cursed!! That wicked... thing brought her back!"

"Omenmask is a cat, Iceshadow! Just because he is in exile doesn't make him an object! He's your own son."

"That thing is no son of mine! Let him keep her, cast her out with him!"

"She is a kit!!!"

The little white kit sniffled and flinched at the yowling passed between her mother and the deputy. She pressed deep into her father's fur, and his tongue gently swept across her head.

"Don't listen to him, Frostkit."

She just sniffled again.

"That's enough, Iceshadow."

A booming voice stopped them both. Cliffstar, their leader, had interrupted.

"With Omenmask, we were sent a vision after his birth. Hollygust has had no such vision about Frostkit. If she is cursed, Starclan will tell us."

"Starclan told us when the sun vanished as she was born! Isn't that proof enough?" The pale tom whipped around to face the elderly cat, who held steady in the face of the tom's paranoia.

"No. Mountainclan is favored by Starclan. If danger is to come for us, they will tell us. As they always have. Perhaps Starclan chose to test her, to call her out into the snow to survive. And she has not only survived that, but survived Omenmask as well. That, Iceshadow, should be celebrated."

Frostkit peered out from her father's fur and saw the regal silver leader smiling at her. She sniffed again, doing nothing for the little snot bubble on her tiny pink nose, and smiled back.

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As a kit will, Frostkit would ask questions. Who was Omenmask? Why was he exiled? Why did his eyes look like that? Why did Iceshadow hate him so much?

Her parents tried to keep up. They told her what they knew. When he was born, Starclan had sent their medicine cat a vision of an avalanche and a black faced cat standing over it, laughing.

Cliffstar had always planned to exile him, but was kind enough to let the cat get through his training enough to survive.

And then he killed a cat from Oakclan in a border skirmish. A cat he could have let go. And so he was spitefully given his warrior name and chased out of the clan, never to receive the warmth of the warriors' den.

This is what Frostkit was told.

That the cat who'd gently held her, given her food, and carried her back to her clan was a murderer.

She was given to Iceshadow to be mentored. Cliffstar meant well by it, hoping to curb Iceshadow's paranoia and help Frostpaw come out of her shell.

It certainly helped one of those.

Iceshadow tested her, constantly. Had her spar the older apprentices long before she should have. She would end up in pain, curled up in the back of the apprentices' den and trying to sleep through the aching.

She was sent on her own to hunt a whole moon before most apprentices are supposed to. On the mountain, Newleaf was a blessing, but still perilous. Ice, now shiny and see-through and slippery from snowmelt, was dangerous on the cliffsides. But what little prey there was was stupid and young or still recovering from Bareleaf. And stupid.

She had a successful hunt. But it was because she'd found a second mentor on the mountain side, in a pine grove lower on the mountain. One who offered to teach her how to hunt alone, how to fight the older apprentices. One who knew what Iceshadow was putting her through, because Iceshadow was his father.

And she took the offer.

She would be the first to volunteer for solo missions. She would sneak out at night if she could, to go train with Omenmask.

The black faced cat with his wide, snow-blind eyes, taught her how to fight. He was a strict teacher, but kinder than Iceshadow. He taught her to fight, yes, but also how to tend to her own wounds if she ever got stranded. How to navigate even if she was ever blinded.

She was named Frostfang, for her battle prowess and sharp wit.

One day, she begged Omenmask to teach her the move he'd used to kill the Oakclan cat. She was desperate for something bigger. Oakclan had begun threatening them with war, wanting control of Dragon Stones.

Omenmask refused.

She became angry at him. And angry at Iceshadow. Angry at the other apprentices who laughed at her. Angry at Oakclan. And then angry at Cliffstar for refusing to go to war. Angry at Hollygust who had received a vision that caused Cliffstar to hesitate.

How could this be Starclan's vision? To give up Dragon Stones?? She became suspicious of Hollygust. The medicine cat was half-clan.

The new medicine cat apprentice was her younger brother, a little grey thing by the name of Ashfeather. He would be a good medicine cat. Good and pure clan and loyal and, most of all, also suspicious of Hollygust's vision. He'd confided in Frostfang that he thought she was just scared of war.

So Frostfang decided Hollygust was a liar. She must be faking visions to suit her needs. She was the problem.

But how to get rid of the problem.

She lied.

She told Omenmask that war was upon them. That Oakclan was vicious and had killed some of their warriors already. She begged him to teach her, cried crocodile tears that all she wanted was to do right by Starclan.

And Omenmask gave in. Unknown to her, he had started falling in love with her as she grew into herself. She cared about him, seemed to want to defend her clan, the same way he had when fighting Oakclan before. She was faithful to Starclan. So, they trained. Forbidden techniques in battle to kill cats, not just wound them.

They shared tongues, they spoke about war and death, and they trained.

Frostfang moved into action just a moon after their training began. She found dark mud at the lower part of the territory and smeared her face in it. She ate herbs to make her voice hoarse.

Hollygust was out foraging with Ashfeather. It was perfect timing. She ambushed Hollygust. Pretended to be Omenmask and pretended he hated Hollygust for being the reason he was exiled.

Ashfeather didn't stay long enough to realize it was his sister. He saw the dark face on white fur and hoarse yowling about prophecies and revenge and ran back to the clan for back up.

By the time Ashfeather returned, Hollygust was dead and Frostfang was nowhere to be found. Hollygust killed the same way Omenmask had killed the Oakclan cat. And with only Ashfeather's skewed account, Omenmask was dragged from his den in exile back to the camp.

Cliffstar was furious. Iceshadow vindicated. The rest of the clan gnawed at the bit for his death.

And Frostfang... guilty.

Seeing Omenmask, blind and trembling and begging to be heard out. Seeing his face drop when he's told how the cat died. The way his head turns and those unseeing eyes almost seem to instinctively know where she's at. And how they burn into her. Burn into her skull like they did when she was a kit.

And she felt small again. Cold and on the mountain side.

But as Omenmask was executed... There would be no kind exile to help her out of the cold this time.

Only his mother attended the vigil for him, and it was a vigil the mourning mother had fought for.

Frostfang found her later. Asked about him. He had been her only surviving kit. All her others were stillborn or died days later. And it was him that was cursed. Why, oh why, did it have to be him?

Something broke inside of Frostfang.

And so began the avalanche. Omenmask's mother was the first sign of collapse. She was found dead, herself, with death berry juice on her lips at the place she buried her son.

Iceshadow went mad with grief and hatred. Ashfeather pushed for war, for their right to the Dragon Stones. Cliffstar fell victim to whitecough in his last life, giving the paranoid widower leadership. All of them were little slips in the snow, pieces at the edges collapsing.

And Frostfang thought they deserved it. Every one of them. Her parents would die in the war that followed. The war would drag into Leafbare.

Frostfang became sick. Wheezing and coughing in the medicine den under her younger brother's care.

She tried not to talk much. He'd told her that using her voice would make it worse. But she had to tell him she was proud of him, how he was working so hard for Mountainclan.

Horror seeped into his face. He backed up against the wall of his den as she asked him what was wrong.

It was a terrifyingly long moment before he spoke.

"You killed Hollygust." His voice was a whimper. A cracking sob.

Her voice.

Her voice was hoarse.

Just like it had been the day she attacked Hollygust. Her ears folded back.

"She was a liar. It's her fault we didn't fight back sooner...!" She tried to reason with him, but he turned to bolt out of the den past her. And in her panic her fangs broke through the skin of his neck. The rest of the avalanche began to fall.

The clan was already in shambles.

Maybe it was because she was feverish, maybe it was because she'd just killed the last family member she had, maybe it was just madness, a prophecy realized, but she lost all reason.

The clan tried to fight back against her rampage. She tore into the she-cat who'd loved her brother when she came wailing for him after his scream. She killed that she-cat's father when he tried to defend her. And on and on down the line.

She couldn't feel her own wounds. Numb to the bone.

Icestar was the last, a coward who trembled in the back of his den as she took up the entire entrance. In her delirium, she wavered on unsteady feet and taunted him. He'd exiled his only surviving son for nothing. He was right that she had been cursed. It was his fault his mate had killed herself. If he'd just accepted his son, none of this would have happened. If he hadn't been a coward.

She killed him. She killed him nine times. There was no one left of the clan.

No one but the kits. Three little wailing kits who begged for their mother to get up. She didn't realize they were her brother's kits, had in secrecy. They were nearly at apprentice age.

She stood over them. Blood dripped from her lips, along with her own fevered drool.

"Go down the mountain. Follow the water to Oakclan. Tell them an avalanche came. Tell them it killed us all."

They fled. They ran from her like all of the Dark Forest was on their heels.

She stood there, swaying back and forth.

The Dark Forest...

That's where she was going, wasn't she?

Tears joined the blood and the drool and the cold on her face.

There was no one left to patch her wounds. No one left to remind her what herbs would soothe her throat. She turned away and stumbled into the snow. Out of the camp. She tried to get as high on the mountain as she could. To try and get as close to Starclan as she could.

She was going the wrong way. She ended up farther down the mountain. She tripped into the same mud she'd darkened her face with.

She was so cold now. So tired. She weakly moved to try and get up, but only stained her white coat more and more with every movement. She won't know how long she laid there.

But she would wake up under bright red leaves in the place of no stars with a sleek black coat, an anger that could not be quenched, and the haunting apparition of a white cat with no face. Who would never leave her alone.

#prologue arc #warriors au #fuck this might just devolve into its own story #just vaguely inspired by ULTIMO. #Mally still exists and so do the kits she had with omenmask #but they left long before he met our murder mittens here #cw animal death #cw blood and death #cw stillbirth and kitten death mentioned #cw manipulation #cw age gap crush implied #tho tbh #theyre cats #and Omenmask is at most only a year and a half or two years older than her #dead dove: do not eat #ress writes

[allie-winter]

I kind of gave up on writing Wentworth fanfic but I might finish this one

#Mallie #My writing

[trapton]

"I want you to be louder, my love." ( val @ springtrap )

🔧 @khalaesi (𝚜𝚒𝚡𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜)

" -- 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚍 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚒𝚝, my sweet little tart?" he wonders aloud [...] a slick sound of his tongue worming from between the ugly jaw, as it spills forth to lap swollen breasts. curling about a nipple with a guttural moan. crackling his voice-box with a sick pleasure. 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚊𝚙 𝚝𝚘𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚏𝚛𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚎𝚊𝚛. mummified skull & flesh poking through artificial jaw at the side, like some horror-show -- something stitched together by a sick mind. sicker one required to show him the proper attention. as [...] priorities take a back-seat, when you're locked in a cage. an aw-shucks, old creepy rabbit with a drooping head and silly smile.

his voice-box makes a low hum, though it's more airy. such affecting his chest's low grumble of pleasure, whilst his slowly bouncing head moves back at an angle. ears curling forth, while he presses against the wall he's propped against. her held within in his lap by a firm paw -- straddling a large threadbare leg. 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚙𝚜 𝚜𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚢𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚙 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚖. "i never knew i could do that, before..." [...] he refers to his own pleasure. "hm. [...] quite fascinating, indeed."

#khalaesi #feast your eyes on gross #𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞: ( 𝑠𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑝 𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑒𝑠 ) / 𝑓𝑎𝑧𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑠 #𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞: ( 𝑖𝑛 𝑐𝘩𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟 ) / 𝑠𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑝 #needed writing on this blog #springtrap is easiest to write besides mally hare #mature cw #suggestive cw #usfw cw #₀₀₁ ᜵ 𝙾𝙾𝙲 ¸ answered

[shatteredfears-arch]

&& @stxr-crxssed​ ;; for bucky

            some foreign essence of familiarity in the figure. she won’t be able to pinpoint where; it’s been far too long since she’s even glanced at the real wonderland. in dreams, however. perhaps something of a memory, not that she’d know. something metallic in his scent, and it’s not from the blood. something else smells off about it, like it’d been enhanced somehow. curious, certainly. something new. 

           “ you’re not from around here, are you? “ 

#☭ i hunt for you with bloodied feet across the hallowed ground ☭ WRITING #stxr-crxssed #since they technically met on my old blog lol #q #when cassie was mally #and before i renamed her cassie officially in other verses too lol

[completelyrain]

TEXTS WITH NIKI!

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warnings: crack, some swear words, y/n and niki are both annoying dumbasses in love, mentions of food and I think that’s it if you ever see smth pls tell me!

genre: fluff

fem!reader

-> pretty short but it’s my first time so please be nice :D if you have any advice I’m happy to take it!!

enjoy! ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

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THE END!

#: mally writes!📚 : #enhypen #nishimura niki #enhypen imagines #enhypen fake texts #enhypen fluff #enhypen x reader #enha #niki drabble #riki fluff #riki enhypen #fluff #enhypen riki #take care #drink water !! #I’m so nervous pls #I tried ❤️

[fangirlshrewt97]

A Very Reasonable Fear

Don’t let the title fool you, this one turned out to be very soft. Given yet another prompt by the one and only @burningsheepcrown, this story actually also takes inspiration from another one of her earlier doodles. Here they are: 

Dear Lan, I know this week was not the most fun, but hopefully this story can add a little bit of joy to your Sunday. 

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“-you sure you’re alright? Just wait until Bheem comes and looks you over, then you can go home…”

Bheem heard Ram’s voice coming from their hut as he approached it. Curiosity peaked, he hurried home, entering just in time to collide with Malli.

“Oof. What happened Malli?” Bheem asked as he steadied the girl.

Malli shot him an exasperated look. “Ram Anna is worrying over nothing, I told him I am fine, but he is not letting me go home!”

Bheem raised an eyebrow as he looked at Ram, who was indeed looking very nervous, hands wringing, but shoulders sagged in relief at the sight of the Gond man. “Uh, what is the worry about?”

“Malli was attacked by a snake!” and “Nothing!” came the simultaneous shouts before the pair glared at each other. And given how stubborn both were, Bheem sighed, knowing neither would back down. “Snake, Malli?”

Malli let out another exasperated groan, this time accompanied by an impressive eye roll. Bheem simply raised his eyebrow at her expectantly. Malli threw her hands in the air.

“I wanted to go down to the river, but Amma was busy, so Anna said he would go with me. On the way back, I found these eggs on the ground and thought they had fallen from some nest. Except when I came close to them, a snake jumped out of nowhere. Anna freaked out and threw me over his shoulder and ran us all the way home. And keeps constantly asking if I have been bitten. But I’m fine!”

Ah, that explained the other man’s paranoia. “Ram?”

“Bheem, that thing was huge, and it launched itself right at her face. I don’t think it bit her, but it may have scratched her or something. Can you just check? Please?” Ram let out in a rush, hand wringing increasing.

Bheem lifted both his hands. “Before we do anything, do you two remember what the snake looked like?”

Malli opened her mouth and closed it, shaking her head. Ram scratched his head. “Gray I think? With black stripes.”

Bheem rubbed at his beard. “By chance was its jaw yellow?”

Ram nodded. “Yes.”

Bheem smiled then. “It was a type of keelback. Those snakes are harmless. They just get defensive, and it probably thought you were trying to poach its eggs. You’ll be fine.”

Malli threw hew hands up again. “Thank you! See Anna, I told you I was fine!”

Ram looked relieved at the news. He shot Malli a sheepish smile. “Thank you for indulging me then.”

Bheem lightly knocked on Malli’s head. “You shouldn’t be so hard on him, you know he hasn’t grown up in forests, he doesn’t know about the animals like we do. And being cautious is rarely a bad thing. So yes, luckily this time the snake was never going to be a problem anyways, but you can’t always guarantee that. Ram being so protective might have saved your life if the snake had actually been dangerous.”

Malli rubbed at the spot where Bheem had knocked her, but looked embarrassed. She turned to Ram, biting her lip, before she threw her arms around him. As usual whenever Malli or one of the other kids touched him, Ram immediately put on a panicked expression as he awkwardly patted at Malli’s head. “Thank you Anna.”

“Um- yes, of course. Glad you are alright.”

Malli rubbed her face against Ram’s stomach twice before she released her hold on him. She turned and gave Bheem a hug of his own before calling out her goodbyes and rushed out of the hut.

Bheem looked at her go in amusement. When he looked back at Ram, the man was slumped, head hung as he tiredly ran his hand over his face. Bheem’s lips quirked up as he approached the man, ducking his head to nuzzle their noses, making Ram giggle.

“Bheem!”

Bheem threw his arms loosely around Ram’s waist, and pressed their foreheads together. “Have I told you how much I adore how protective you are of everyone?”

Ram blushed, looking to the side. Bheem leaned in to nuzzle his cheek. Ram squeezed at Bheem’s chest where his arms were trapped between their bodies. “Come, take off the hunting gear. Then we can eat.”

"I’m not hungry just yet.” Bheem replied, lips still pressed to Ram’s skin. “I want to hear more about this adventure.”

Ram scowled, making Bheem chuckle.

Ram broke from Bheem’s hold, going to sit against their bed, grabbing one of their pillows to hold against his chest. Bheem let him pout as he removed his gear and sash, until he was just in a loose kurta and trousers. He came to sit pressed up against Ram, pulling the other’s legs onto his lap. He started to massage the muscles under his feet, Ram tensing before he relaxed, arms falling from his chest to lean back. The pillow tumbled to the ground.

“I know I am not as familiar with the forests, and Malli knows the snakes here a lot better than I do. But I never liked them Bheem, even before…”

Bheem squeezed his calf. “Even before Delhi?”

Ram sighed heavily. “We didn’t have many snakes in my village, and the one incident I remember resulted in that person dying pretty soon after.”

Bheem made a sympathetic noise. “I’m sorry Bangaram.”

Ram shrugged. “You know most people consider it to be a very reasonable fear? Snakes can be dangerous.”

Bheem hummed. “Agreed. But if you know your different kinds of snake you will know that there are a lot of different kinds, especially in these forests. And only a couple of them are actually venomous. Most snakes are as scared of humans as humans are scared of them.”

Ram felt his lips tug upward. “That makes sense, but my brain is still not willing to accept that fact.”

“Fear can override even the most logical argument.” Bheem conceded.

Ram groaned as he leaned back further, his head resting against the bed. “I should get over this fear.”

Bheem squeezed his legs. “I’ll help you.”

Ram squinted at him with one eye. “Why do I feel like that is agreeing to wake up to a house full of snakes?”

Bheem laughed boisterously then, “Oh Ram, I wouldn’t do that to you. I’d start with one at the most. Possibly two if they are baby snakes.”

Ram swatted at him, but Bheem caught his hand and pressed a kiss to his wrists then. “Seriously though, I can help you work on your fear.”

Ram seemed to genuinely consider it before hesitantly nodding once. “Fine. But you have to be there the whole time. And keep a hold of it the whole time.”

Bheem grinned widely and leaned forward to press a kiss to Ram’s lips. “Whatever my Ram needs.”

Ram rolled his eyes. “Why do I already regret my words?”

Bheem winked at him. “I promise I will only bring the non-venomous ones!”

“That wasn’t a given?!”

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Ram was trying to control his breathing as Bheem entered the hut with the wooden box, but his fists were clenched so tightly his knuckles were white.

Bheem stifled his laughter, crossing the threshold to sit cross-legged about 3 feet from Ram. The man had not taken his eyes from Bheem’s box since he came into his line of sight.

“Ram.” Bheem called, and the other man quickly darted his gaze to meet Bheem’s before focusing back on the box.

Bheem exhaled. Right then. “I am going to remove the lid alright?”

Ram keened in the back of his throat before nodding once, stiff as wood.

Bheem moved slowly, removing the cover and reaching in to take out the small snake coiled inside. The little beast wiggled a little at having her nap disturbed but coiled around Bheem’s hand readily enough. He pulled his hand out of the box to reveal the green keelback, a female that was barely long enough to encircle Bheem’s wrist and fist. She was still drowsy and rested his head on top of Bheem’s thumb.

“Ok Ram, this little one is a green keelback. She is completely harmless, and I asked Peddanna to give her a couple drops of tranquilizer anyways so she is sleepy too. Want to hold her?”

Ram gulped, and Bheem bit his lip as Ram looked ready to hyperventilate. “Ram, look at me.”

Ram looked at him, and ok, his eyes were filled with panic. “Ok, maybe another-”

“No, I-,” Ram struggled to take another breath before reaching out a trembling hand across the gap. He stilled when Bheem tried to meet him halfway, before running a single finger down the snake’s body. And then he immediately snatched his hand back. Figuring they were done for the day, Bheem placed the creature back in the box, and set it next to the door. He washed his hands thoroughly before approaching Ram again.

“That was wonderful Ram!”

“That was pathetic.” Ram grumbled as he buried his face in his hands.

Bheem tugged them away, pressing his index under Ram’s chin to lift his face. “It takes a lot of courage to face your fear Ram. Small steps count too. Don’t dismiss them.”

Ram clenched his jaw stubbornly.

Bheem pressed a kiss to his forehead. “I am proud of you. And I think you should be too. I am going to give her back to Peddanna, and then I’ll be right back alright?”

Ram nodded.

Bheem ran his hand through Ram’s hair once before standing up. Only to feel a tug on his arm. When he looked down, Ram was picked at a loose thread on his trousers. “Thank you.”

Bheem smiled fondly at him. “Anytime Bangaram.”

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[dark-twist-fairytales]

(Psst: Scottie ain't mine, they're @jaytoons7 's! So is the whole knife fam concept!)

Time: 5 AM

Date: April 20th

Location: Kitchen...

Today was a big day, to Riker at least. His excitement was filling him more and more as he hopped out of bed and got dressed. Nothing too fancy, just a tee-shirt and a pair of joggers. He had small scars that littered both arms, but didn't care too much right now if others saw.

He slipped on a pair of socks and house shoes, before making his way out of the room, making sure to close to door quietly behind him as to not wake his roommate, Malli, up. Once it was closed, he sprinted off towards the kitchen, still being as quiet as he could be to keep others asleep.

He slowed down once he made it to the cafeteria: Empty. He walled over to the kitchen as well, glancing inside the door: Empty as well. This was perfect! He walked into the door, and began gathering the supplies he needed, as well as leaving a bit of cash on the counter, wrapped up in a paper towel, with 'For ~Firecracker' written on it. He then began cooking...

"Mister Orange?" Riker jumped a bit, as he was whisking a mix of things together, glancing back towards the door. Poking their head in was Buckethat, without their top hat on. He gave a small smile, motioning the smaller inside. "What's up, kiddo?"

"What are you doing?" Buckethat asked, walking into the kitchen and raising themself up enough to look inside the bowl that Riker was whisking at. "Is that pancake mix?"

"Mhmm. Pancake mix with lemon in it." Riker replied, setting the bowl down and lifting the whisk up to watch the mix. Too clumpy still. He got back to mixing. "I'm makin' it for one o' my own."

Buckethat pushed something closer to the counter, standing on it and looking at the mix, giving an 'ooo' at the sight. "Why?"

"It's a special a'ccasion for one of them."

"Why?"

"It's one o' their birthdays."

"Why?"

"Ask a different question, if you're really curious."

This got Buckethat thinking for a moment, looking to the mix and making grabby hands. "Can I mix it up?"

Riker glanced over and gave a smile, stopping his mixing and pushing the bowl over. "Be careful there. We want it to be nice and mixed up, but not too runny." With that, Buckethat began mixing the bowl, while Riker got the stove top ready with a pan and a bit of butter.

"Who's this for? Who's birthday is it?" There it is. Riker glanced over to see Buckethat's eyes really big with curiosity. He gave a chuckle in response, turning the eye on.

"It's Purple's birthday today. Lemon pancakes are his favorite."

"How do you know that?"

"Well, me and him grew up together. It's.. Been a while since we've act'ally seen each other."

"When's your birthday?"

"Tomorra."

"Wha?!"

Riker gave a chuckle at that statement, looking over to Buckethat and grabbing the mixed bowl, lifting the whisk out and seeing not clumps. "Thank you for mixing it for me."

"Yours is tomor-" "HEY!"

Riker had to quickly shove his hand to push Buckethat from getting dangerously close to the stove eye being on. His eyes were wide, looking to Buckethat with nothing but worry.

"I'm sorry, Mister-"

"Are you okay? You didn't touch the pan, did you?" Riker asked, setting the bowl down on the counter and grabbing Buckethat's hand, inspecting it and finding it spotless. This caused Riker to sigh in relief. "Let's be a bit more careful.. We don't need ya hurt. Your parents would be pissed, so would your sibling."

Riker tensed up when he heard a cough from behind him, giving a sigh and looking at the smiling, child Toppat. "At least one o' them are right behind me, hmm?" This caused the Toppat to giggle and nod. Riker then turned around to be faced with all three of them. Scottie, Slice, and Wilhelm.

"Hey, Slice. Wilhelm. Firecracker." Riker spoke, getting an eye roll from Scottie at that. "Sorry that I'm, uh.. In your kitchen, Firecracker, but I.. I'm making-"

"He's making breakfast for Purple! It's his birthday!" Buckethat shouted out, before Riker quickly moved to grab the napkin and holding it out.

"I'll pay for it, I know I'm-"

"Keep it."

"Huh?"

Scottie gave a chuckle and shook their head. "I said 'keep it'. I'm not taking it from you. And I refuse to take it from you." They said, approaching the other two with their arms crossed, leaning against the counter. "Is that all you're making?"

"Ma-mmm.. Purple.. Isn't a huge breakfast fan. Like, yeah, he'll eat if he has to, but he doesn't prefer it." Riker replied, pouring out some of the pancake batter into the pan.

"Where did your accent go?"

"What do you mean?"

"You had like.. Like.. One like Macbeth! But, a little faster, and more airy!" Buckethat spoke, watching Riker put the money back in his pocket, and Slice come up.

"Don't bother him too much, Buckethat." Slice chuckled, with Buckethat giving a huff at that.

"Don't worry, Mister Slice. Kid ain't botherin' me." Riker spoke, giving an accomplished smirk at the surprised gasp from Buckethat.

"See! See!!" Riker gave a chuckle at his exclamation, flipping the pancake over by tossing it in the air and catching it in the pan. "Okay, wait- What does 'Ain't' mean??"

"I ain't got a clue."

"Mister Orange!!"

"Shh, quiet down a little. Ain't wantin' to wake the others now, do ya?"

This got a frustrated groaned from Buckethat, and amused chuckles from the remaining four in the room. "There's no exact definition of 'ain't'. It means a lot of things. You gotta listen to the context of the sentence."

Riker then put the cook pancake on a plate, giving a hum in content. "What are you gonna do for your birthday then?"

"Hmm? Oh, nothing."

"What? Yours is tomorrow, and nothing?"

Riker leaned forward and flicked the stove top off, putting the dish pan and bowl in the sink, before taking the plate and fork. "Listen, just having Purple with me is a gift enough. It's been years since we've last seen each other, and I.. I like his company a lot." He then walked out, passing by Wilhelm and giving a short 'hi' as he did.

"... So, are those two dating, or..?" Wilhelm spoke, with Slice shrugging, Buckethat nodding, and Scottie shaking his head. Three different responses, wonderful.

~~~

Riker slipped into the room, finding Malli still asleep and smiling, before setting the plate down on the bedside table and climbing on the bed beside Malli. "Malcolm..~"

This got a groan from Malli, shifting onto his back. "Malcolm, baby..~"

"Hmm...?"

"Happy birthday."

Malli turned his head over to the side, looking at Riker and giving a small chuckle. "That's taday..?"

"Mhmm. April 20th. And yet, still don't smoke weed."

Malli rolled his eyes and lightly shoved Riker, who gave a giggle and hugged onto Malli, with the smaller male turning to him completely and nuzzling into his neck. Riker let a content hum leave him, rubbing his thumb against the shorter, shaved hair. Riker gave a small kiss to Malli's forehead, letting out a small sigh afterwards.

"I missed this a lot.." Malli spoke, nuzzling further into Riker's hold and hugging onto him tightly. "Like.. A lot a lot.."

"I did, too.. Hate spendin' birthdays without you.. Then I can't make a lemon pancake."

This got Malli to shoot upwards, his eyes wide and a smile breaking his face. "Lemon pancake??" Riker gave a laugh at that, sitting up and grabbing the plate, handing it over to Malli with one more kiss to his scalp. "Happy birthday, Malli.."

"Happy birthday, Riker.."

#the henry stickmin collection #henry stickmin oc #malli till #riker larsen #my writing! #hap birth #scottie anderson #buckethat

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Matchmaker Draconia (Lilia)

Inspired by this

NOTE: I only write for female reader but everyone is welcome to read it!

Tall! Lilia referenced because Lilia should be allowed to change forms at will like the Bat King he is.

— ୧⁠(⁠＾⁠ ⁠〰⁠ ⁠＾⁠)⁠୨

"Wait, for real? Lemme see!"

Malleus angles the book so the Child of Man can see the picture. He has to admit, the picture is very flattering. He hasn't seen Lilia's other form (the Tall Form, as Silver calls it) in a long time, but it's hard not to recognize the man. Sure, the hair is much longer, and his features are much sharper, but his eyes are still the same dark pinkish red, and his smile still holds the same chaos loving curve.

"Damn, Mally-o, your Daddy is hot!" (Y/N) whistles, eyes wide as she takes in the image.

"... Lilia does run a bit warmer than me or Sebek, but his temperature is not too much higher than a human's."

"No– oh, God, I can't believe– Hornton, I meant, like—" she waves her hands around, trying to find the words—"he's, uh, attractive. A total DILF."

"... a total what?"

"Oh, God." she groans, a heavy blush settling on her cheeks. "DILF stands for 'Dad I'd Like to Fuck'."

Silence.

Malleus stares at her, then at the book, then at the silent walls of Ramshackle. Then back at her as it finally clicks.

"You want to bed my father?"

"Oh, God."

"I see," Malleus takes a hand to his chin, thoughts running through his mind while she hides her embarrassment with her hands. "And does your interest end there?"

"Oh, God, Hornton! Hornton, Mally, Malle-o, Mal-Mal, Horns-a-tron, please shut up," the Child of Man whines, still hiding her face.

"It's important, Child of Man. Does your interest in Lilia end in intercourse?"

"... no...?"

"No?"

"No. I... Please don't tell Lilia, I'll literally die," she asks, finally showing him her face. Once he nods, she relaxes, and he's glad she trusts him so much to do so. "I really really like him. I might even, like... love him? Maybe? I dunno, I just get really happy when I'm with him and I keep thinking about him and just seeing him makes my day..."

Wow. Malleus was not expecting a full on confession, but it is not unwelcomed. Not when he knows Lilia feels the exact same for the girl, and both Malleus and Silver—Sebek hasn't noticed yet—have been wondering what could be done to get the bat fae to confess. They both know, Malleus more than Silver, that Lilia feels unsure thanks to the different lifespans, and that he feels like he'll steal her away from greater opportunities than "an old bat" (his words).

"That's great news, Child of Man!" he exclaims, smile growing at the possibilities presenting to him. "Lilia would be delighted to hear that, you should tell him."

"Absolutely not, are you crazy?!"

Ah. Yes. (Y/N) can be just as stubborn as Lilia when she wants. It takes an entire hour of them going back and forth before Malleus finally gives up and promises—on his horns—that he won't tell Lilia that she likes him. The rest of the night goes without a hitch, and the night air is refreshing as he waves back at her, laughing when she points at her eyes with two fingers and then at him before closing the front door. Malleus lingers for a second outside, before teleporting himself to Diasomnia.

(Y/N) had prohibited magic inside Ramshackle after Ace and Grim almost burned it down. She can't physically do anything if anyone decides to ignore it, but she's so well loved and respected that everyone adheres to the rule.

Also, Lilia, in one of his rare moments of showing his true capacity, had made very clear that he'd have a talk with anyone who broke the rule.

Speaking off, Lilia is the first thing Malleus sees when he finally gets inside the dorm's living room. The bat fae is sitting on the couch with his phone and a cup of tea, as he usually is when Malleus is at Ramshackle. At first, Malleus thought he was just making sure his charge was ok—fae tend to be protective of what and who they consider theirs—, but now he knows better.

"(Y/N) says hello," he starts, taking a seat on the couch right across his mentor.

"Yeah? That sweet girl," Lilia's smile is pleased, dare he say loving, and his eyes, still glued to the screen, soften. "How is she? How was your little study date?"

No matter how many times Malleus tells him that they're not dates, Lilia seems to be determined on calling their encounters as such. If the dragon had to guess, the same inhibitors that stopped the older man's romance did not matter—in Lilia's mind—if it was Malleus.

Too bad for him that Malleus does not see his Child of Man as a romantic partner.

"She's never been better, the break Crowley gave her is doing wonders for her overall well being," the break that Lilia—and Malleus, but mostly Lilia—threatened Crowley into giving her. "Today we went over History of Magic, and her brilliant mind got us beyond the necessary material quickly."

"I'm happy to hear that~"

"There was a picture of you on one of the books."

"Oh?" Lilia perks up. He most definitely knows what picture Malleus is referring, but the young dragon says it anyways.

"A picture of your other form."

"I have many other forms."

"You know which one."

The bat laughs, childishly showing his tongue, and Malleus can only smile. No matter the form, the man's teasing and mischief loving nature always shines. No wonder he's seen as the odd one for his lively disposition when Briar Valley prides itself in it's solemnity.

"She thinks you look really good in that form," at that, Lilia places the phone on his lap and gives his charge his undivided attention. What was that expression humans use? Hook, line and sinker?

"Oh?"

"Said you are a DILF."

Silence.

Then Lilia barks the loudest laugh Malleus has ever heard from the man. It's a mix of disbelief and delight, and it shakes his tiny body so much the phone falls on the floor.

"Did she really?"

"Yes," Malleus admits without guilt, for he is not revealing her feelings, only thoughts. You'd think she'd be more careful with her words after befriending both Azul and Malleus.

"A DILF, huh? I guess that form really has its own charm."

"She also mentioned your current form being just as attractive."

"What are you trying to do here, Your Highness?"

Malleus blinks innocently at the accusation, not at all bothered by the suspicious yet terribly amused gaze of his mentor. He gets up and nods respectfully at the man.

"Just giving you the tea, I believe. I'll retire now, Lilia. Good night."

He leaves with Lilia's laughter as a companion, but soon finds himself alone, no doubt the bat fae going to Ramshackle. Part of him feels bad for sending the tiny agent of chaos (Y/N)'s way. Part of him hopes they'll get closer to a confession after tonight.

What he knows for sure, is that it's time for him and Silver to stop watching and start acting.

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst imagines #twst x reader #x fem reader #lilia vanrouge #lilia vanrouge x reader

[onegianthotmess]

I wanna write Malleus headcanons despite not being very far in the game-

I’m gonna write headcanons for Mallie-

#twst #twisted wonderland #disney twst #disney twisted wonderland #malleus draconia

[thebluestbluewords]

more spike time (feat. infection and research)

more of this??

*

"That's disgusting," Doug says mildly, once they've let him into their room, after the late dinner bell. "I was expecting something bad, but not quite so..." 

"Gooey?" Mal suggests. 

"Obviously infected, because you two are morons," Evie says sweetly, leaning over Doug's shoulder to poke at the tight red skin around the puncture wound on Jay's shoulder. "If you'd let me clean it out properly from the start, we wouldn't be in this situation." 

"We wouldn't be in the situation at all if you Auradon people didn't insist on putting spikes where they don't belong," Jay grits out. He's got a chunk of Evie's spare purse leather in his mouth, because when they tried cleaning it out earlier he yelled so loud they had to make up an excuse (mouse in the chimney) about why they were screaming. "Seriously. Who the fuck puts spikes on the ground?" 

Doug steps back. "Well. Ah. I do have an answer for that." 

Mal can't contain her eye roll. She's not strong enough.  "Why do I get the feeling I'm not going to like the answer?" 

"Because you're a pessimistic villain, M," Evie says, moving along with Doug like they're glued together. "Whatever Doug found will be fine, and we'll all learn a valuable lesson about trusting in the Auradon City planners and not jumping off of railings when we can't see the ground clearly." 

"Maybe you'll learn a lesson. I'm still gonna jump." 

"You are not, and if you try it again I'm going to poke you in the infected puncture wound." Evie snaps. "Don't be a moron just because you're ashamed to admit you messed up." 

"Didn't." Jay grumbles. "Fck'off." 

"I'm going to drag you in to the nurse myself if you're not improving by tomorrow." Evie threatens, sweet as anything. "And I'll tell her that you're a moron and a reckless idiot, and you threatened me to keep your secret, and you should be drugged for your crimes." 

"I like drugs." 

Evie sighs. "I know. That's why I'm going to lie for you, babe. To get you the good drugs." 

"That's why you're the best," Mal agrees. "But both of you shut up so we can find out why this shit happened in the first place." 

"Because somebody didn't look before he jumped--" 

Ugh. They're getting derailed, and it's not that Mal doesn't love dunking on Jay for his stupid, impulsive stunts, but they have Doug here for a reason. "Look, we can all agree that it was a stupid thing to do. We're not going to do it again until I've melted the spikes. Doug, why are there spikes in the city for morons like us to get impaled on in the first place?" 

"Thn'ks, M." Jay whispers. He's not on drugs right now, not for lack of trying. He's been feverish on and off all day, and it's not-- they're not against drugs. When they're needed. They just can't steal the right stuff without opening themselves up to even more questions, and they've been trying to avoid actually going to the nurse's office for as long as possible. 

"You're still a dumbass." Mal whispers back. 

Doug clears his throat. "If you two are listening?" 

"We are." 

"I'm not," Jay says cheerfully. "I feel like crap." 

"That's the infection. If you hadn't rolled on a ground spike you'd feel a lot better." Evie snaps. "Doug, it doesn't matter if they're listening or not, I want to know why there's spikes on the city grounds. I'm not feverish or....Mal." 

"Hey." Mal protests. She might not be the best at listening in her classes, but she fakes her way through okay. 

Evie throws her a look. A deadly, beautiful sort of look. The sort that promises pain later. "Shut up and let the boy speak, Mallie." 

"Ah. Yes. That is. Um." 

Mal levels her best unimpressed look at the Auradon kid they're deigning to allow into their personal space. "Spit it out, Auradon boy. We're not going to flame you over it." 

"Can I get that in writing?" Doug mumbles under his breath, so softly that Mal can barely hear him, and then, louder:  "I mean, yeah, I totally believe you. Super. Um. They're put up by the city planning board to prevent unhoused people from sleeping where they might be in the way of the public." 

What. 

"They're what?" 

Doug sighs. "The spikes are there to prevent homeless people from sleeping in public. If there's nowhere comfortable to lie down, the city planning board thinks they'll just stop needing to be...anywhere." 

What a stupid, moronic thing to think. 

"That's idiotic," Evie says. Her voice is absolutely dripping with scorn. "I don't know where these city board members grew up, but back home, if you ignore people sleeping on the streets, they leave you alone. If you're stupid enough to try putting up spikes, you'll be lucky if they stop at throwing them through your window." 

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Dagger and Arrows (16)

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Well well well, look who still remembers how the keyboard works- Me, that's me, in case you were wondering. I still remember the sentence structure and all- You get it. I am gonna taunt myself before you do. But hey, here's the last chapter. And no, we probably won't have an epilogue since it took me months to write this chapter. But yes, here's the happy ending you all threatened me for. Enjoy.

Ram x (still alive) Wife!Reader

Word Count : 904

Y/N did not remember a lot. She fell in and out of consciousness. She remembered bits and pieces of what happened or what was actually going on. She remembered the pain. She remembered the desperate voice of her husband trying to wake her up. Begging her to open her eyes. She remember him screaming her name, and then Bheem’s when she tried. Bheem- She thought she heard his voice too. The next time she came to, all she saw was fire. It was blurred. She felt the wind caress her wounds. She felt something cold wherever it hurt. Before she could move, darkness surrounded her again. 

When she finally gained enough consciousness to move, she realised her whole body hurt. It took her a lot of efforts to open her eyes. Her vision was blurred. She moved her fingers with last ounce of strength she could muster in her body. It hurt. It hurt to breathe, to move, to open her eyes. Was she dead? Was she in heaven? If it was heaven, why was she still hurting? 

Maybe she was in hell. She would deserve it, knowing what she had done to Bheem and Malli. No amount of pain on earth would be enough to erase her sins.

“Y/N?” She heard a voice she thought she had heard before in a dizzy state of mind, but couldn’t remember who it was. She tried to focus her eyes on the person.

“Ram! She is awake!” The girl shouted before rushing to her side. She helped Y/N into a sitting position, stuffing a blanket between her and the wall. She held a glass of water to her mouth and as the water entered her system, she realised how parched she was. She drank the water slowly, trying not to hurt herself.

“Do you need more?” The girl asked. Y/N blinked. The girl’s face finally came into focus and she realised she had seen her before, in pictures. Seetha. It was Seetha. 

“More water?” She asked again.

Y/N shook her head lightly. It took a lot out of her to actually focus on her surroundings. It was a small room. Probably a tribal hut. Where was she?

“Y/N-” She heard his voice before she looked towards the door. He stared at her as his eyes teared up.

“Bhabhi!” Bheem walked into the room before Ram did. 

“Bh-Bheem!” She croaked out, tears clouding her own vision. He pulled her into a hug, careful as to not hurt her. She held back a wince. She did not want him to let her go and she knew he would as soon as he realised she was in pain.

“I am so sorry.” She started.

He shushed her, holding her to him. He was alive. He was fine. He was not mad at her.

“Malli?” She asked.

“She is fine, everyone is fine.” He said, pulling away to look at her. There were scars on his face. But other than those, he looked fine.

“How, what-”

“We will explain. But not right now, you need rest.” He said. She looked at Seetha.

“I-”

“Not now.” Seetha echoed.

“Rest for a while.” Bheem said, getting up, “We will go tell everyone that you are awake and fine. Everyone is worried about you.” 

With that both of them walked out of the room, leaving Ram standing in the doorway looking at her like she would disappear if he looked away.

She lifted her lips into a small smile. 

“Are you going to stand there?” She asked.

He took hesitant steps towards her. He, like Bheem had scars on his face. But he too, seemed fine otherwise. Healing, at the very least. He was alive. That was a relief.

“How are you?” He asked, settling on the bed beside her. 

“Never been better.” She joked, lightly. He did not say anything for a long time. He did not look into her eyes. His eyes were glued to the bed sheet. She slowly moved her hand to hold his. He very tentatively laced their fingers together as a tear rolled down his cheek.

“Ram-”

“I thought I had lost you. In the cell, after we got out. I thought I had lost you on multiple occasions in the last few weeks and I-” He shook his head, “I am so sorry, Y/N. All of this is my fault. I-”

“Hey, hey.” She said, squeezing his hand as tightly as she could. It was not his fault. Both of them were to be blamed. Both of them were trying their best.

“I am so sorry.” He said, again finally looking at her. Her heart broke looking at the tears in his eyes.

She shook her head.

“I am okay. I will be okay.”

“You should rest.” He repeated, “we will talk about this later.”

They will. They will talk about this and a lot of other things. Later, when she is able to get more than a few words out of her system. But right now, she did not need to think about it. Bheem and Malli were fine. Ram and her were alive. That is all that mattered. They were together.

“Don’t go. Stay?” She asked. A thousand emotions flashed in his eyes. She recognised love as he slowly nodded, looking at her. They would talk about this, too. They had an eternity in front of them.

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