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Woe out the Storm (11) - Holding out for a Hero

Wednesday Addams x female Reader

Summary: It took some time, but eventually you came to realize only Wednesday Addams could look at the raging storm of chaos and destruction and make a home out of it. Only she could listen to the cacophony of the roaring thunder and hear a melody.

Story warnings: Wednesday Addams, violence, slow burn

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-Racing on the thunder and rising with the heat-

Wednesday woke up in a bed that was softer than her own, though not uncomfortable, something about it made her feel uneasy in a good way. And then the memories of her last waking moments came to her mind, and she couldn’t help but hide her face in the pillow.

Which wasn’t the right choice…

Her being in your bed only reminded her that you spent the storm last night outside. Well, in your shed, but she knew that was hardly the right protection from the storm for you.

She couldn’t even comprehend what possessed her to sleep in your bed, to blatantly ignore her allergy in favor of… whatever this was. It felt wrong, it felt like she was intruding on something, like she was forcing herself into a part of your life she had no business being in. That was how she felt.

She most certainly didn’t feel like she was trying to fill the void left by your absence.

So, she just remained there, after all, with you and Enid gone, she had nothing to worry about. No one else but her and Thing would know about this.

~X~

The damn rain was persistent. It’s been raining since last night and there were no signs it would stop anytime soon. Speaking of persistent, Enid was in your shed. She came to tell you the mayor died, but she stayed for other reasons…

“You have to go back to our room, Y/N! Look at you, you’re exhausted!” she exclaimed, worried and anxious for multiple reasons connected to you staying in the shed.

“Forget it,” yet you remained stubborn, lazily leaning back against your chair and throwing your head back. You really were exhausted. There were so many electronic devices in the shed and that was enough to make you even more on edge than you already were. One moment of weakness and you’d likely blow the entire shed up.

“Wednesday made a mistake, but you shouldn’t ruin all of your work over it!” Enid argued, throwing her hands down in frustration.

You narrowed your eyes at that. Wednesday… You cooled down, significantly, but you were still angry at her. Well, anger wasn’t quite the right word. “Why couldn’t she just take me with you? I could have done something,” you sighed, you were hurt, you were frightened by what could have happened. It was a similar feeling to seeing that person a few nights ago, only this time it wasn’t for you, but for Wednesday and Enid. Why couldn’t Wednesday just trust you to be able to help her?

“And put you in danger as well? Come on, Y/N, didn’t she do enough already?! She placed you in a bathtub filled with water!” Enid clearly couldn’t believe what she was hearing. “You’ve done more than I did, you just accepted her right from the start and that’s how she responds?”

“Stop, Enid,” you closed your eyes, hoping she would get a hint and give up.

“I won’t stop, Wednesday doesn’t appreciate what either of us did for her,” she was hurt, she believed Wednesday didn’t care. In fact, you were willing to bet Enid was even more hurt by the fact Wednesday didn’t take you along than you were. To Enid it probably looked like Wednesday was more than willing to put her in danger while simultaneously making sure you weren’t in danger, at least the same kind of danger.

“And part of that is our fault as well. Yes, she’d cold, she doesn’t show her emotions and all that, but she’s honest. We both got exactly what she said she was, so you can either give up on being friends with her, or understand that’s how Wednesday works and accept it,” you’d accept it, but you just needed to get away from her for a few days so you could properly figure out what to do. You were trying to make sense of what you were feeling, because, whether you were willing to admit it or not, you knew you had it bad for the girl.

She was just… special. The way she accepted you, the way she wasn’t bothered by being seen with you in places that would imply a much more intimate relationship between you two, the way she wasn’t afraid of your lightning. You hated to admit it, but you craved that, and she was giving it to you, regardless of that probably being unconscious on her part. It wasn’t just her acceptance of you, she was ambitious, smart, not the easiest or warmest to approach to, but easy to be around as long as you knew what you were getting into. Wednesday would judge based on opinions, or behavior, but never for things out of your control, and you admired that. And, as you said to Enid, with Wednesday you got exactly who she said she was. If she said she wasn’t a friend material, she most certainly was right, she wasn’t a friend material in a more accepted definition of a friend.

And you were so stupidly drawn in by everything Wednesday you just knew you couldn’t let go. But she did hurt you, and she did make you angry, and she was reckless and made you worried. For all of that you needed some time away from her, and hopefully that would get the message across to her.

“I really can’t change your mind?” Enid asked, even if already knew the answer.

“Nope. My mind’s made up.”

~X~

You would be a liar if you said you weren’t expecting Thing to show up. “You’re not off the hook either, buddy,” you said as you looked at him. Unlike with Enid you couldn’t avert your eyes, you needed to watch the hand to know what he was telling you.

You wondered if anyone ever used Thing for ‘Talk to the hand’ joke.

He began signing, telling you basically the same words Enid did. That you needed to come back to your room for your own sake.

“I’m good here,” you refused, even if you weren’t, as you said, good here.

‘Wednesday misses you!’ he revealed, even if the statement didn’t make much sense. Still, you figured there must be something you wanted to accomplish because, even, or rather especially, if it was true he’d likely lose several fingers.

“Thing,” you sighed, not willing to hope. “She made her decision, and so did I.”

Yet, Thing remained stubborn. ‘She loves you!'

Your eyes widened at that, and you nearly lit up like fireworks from momentarily losing your focus. That would be a dumb way to die, especially since you'd take Thing with you, and you were sure Wednesday would bring your soul back to torment you for the rest of her life if that happened. “Come on, Thing. Sure, she doesn’t hate me, but she loves me? Don’t give me that,” you couldn’t just believe him, even if you were sure no one in this school knew Wednesday as well as Thing did. Hell, there might not be anyone in the world aside from her parents who knew her better than Thing and you were sure he could give even them a run for their money. It really depended on how much time she spent with Thing as a child.

‘She does!’ Thing remained adamant in his beliefs and kept claiming that.

“If she really misses me, well, first she needs to apologize for tying me up and leaving me in a bathtub. Then we can talk,” there, a compromise, you set definitive conditions for your return, and you were sure Thing would tell Wednesday what you wanted. Somehow, with Enid and Thing coming to talk to you, you almost felt like you and Wednesday were going through a breakup. Their reactions definitely backed that feeling up.

~X~

Reuniting with her uncle Fester and attending a funeral kept Wednesday’s mind off of you and Enid leaving. She was genuinely happy to see him and she always got along with him. And since he needed a place to lay low she had just the spot for him.

“This place belongs to a friend,” she said as they entered the beekeeper house.

“You actually made a friend? That poor kid will be going home in a body bag,” it was an understandable assumption.

Yet something clutched Wednesday’s heart and refused to let go as she looked away from her uncle. Eugene was still in a coma, she was told by her mother you might die for her, her vision made it clear you could be attacked by the monster, and you were already attacked a few nights ago, Tyler got hurt, Enid could have been hurt as well. It seemed like all she accomplished in her investigation was to get people hurt. She wanted to take it all back. To join another club and skip attending, to never start talking to you more than she needed, and the same went for Enid and Tyler, if she could take it all back and make sure you didn’t get close to her none of this would have happened to the four of you.

Only those who were Addams were safe, it seemed. The rest got hurt by being close to her.

Like Nero over a decade ago.

She truly was meant to be alone. Rejected by society and causing pain to those that didn’t reject her.

“Oh! I like a hideout that comes with snacks,” Fester’s excitement made her snap out of her thoughts.

“Those bees are hibernating. They’re practically Eugene’s children,” yet he still reached in to grab them. “That means do not eat them!” at least she could keep something precious to Eugene safe while he was in a coma, if she couldn’t fix what happened with you, Enid and Tyler.

Fester turned around, obviously puzzled by her reaction, but he put the bee back. “You know, when you give me that death stare of disapproval, you remind me of your mother,” he pointed out.

Great. Another reminded of her mother and what she said.

“Speaking of scary things, you know what kind of monster you’re dealing with?” he asked gleefully, much like a child that was excited about a new toy.

“I haven’t been able to identify it,” she handed him Xavier’s drawing and the moment he looked at it he seemed to recognize it.

“Oooh, it’s called a Hyde,” he revealed and handed the picture to her.

“As in Jekyll and Hyde?” she asked.

“Mhm.”

“You’ve seen one before?” finally, she was getting somewhere.

“In ’83, during my vacay at the Zurich Institute for the Criminally Insane. Where I got my first lobotomy, but you know lobotomies. They’re like tattoos. Can’t just get one,” he wasn’t focusing on what was important and she needed him to do that.

“Tell me about the Hyde,” she reminded him of her goal.

“Ah, Olga Malacova,” he seemed to be reminiscing. “Jeez. She had it all. Beauty, brains and a penchant for necrophilia,” he was getting sidetracked again. “Olga was a concert pianist until one night she transformed in the middle of a Chopin sonata. Massacred a dozen audience members and three music critics.”

“What triggered her? Or did she just change on her own? How was she stopped?” she needed to know all of those information. At least now she was certain the monster, the Hyde, was also a human.

“No idea about the first two, but a raiju stopped her. Raiju are usually handy when dealing with outcasts as strong as Hydes, fight fire with fire, or fire with lightning in this case,” again with raiju being useful. It was as if the entire world wanted to make fun of her for getting attached to you, a raiju.

“There’s never been any mention of Hydes in any outcast book,” she was frustrated, but she couldn’t let him know what was the other reason for her frustration. “And Nevermore is reputed for having the best collection,” she nearly snapped, irked by everything going on.

“You try Nathaniel Faulkner’s diary?” Fester suggested and her silence and turning around to face him again clued him in that she didn’t. “Mmmm! Before he founded Nevermore, Faulkner traveled the world, cataloging every outcast community.”

“How do you know this?” it wasn’t an information she expected Fester to have.

“You think your parents can’t keep their hands off each other now, oy vey. I showed up unannounced one night in Gomez’s dorm room, let’s just say I wasn’t interrupting a pillow fight,” he chuckled at his own joke.

“Uncle Fester!” she was growing tired of unnecessary details. “The diary, where is it?”

He gave her a restrained laugh and focused once again. “Nightshades Library. Your dad parked me there and said I should settle in for a long stretch and that’s when I found this nifty little safe. I was hoping for a stash of cash or jewels, but instead I found a diary.”

“We’ll sneak into the Nightshades Library tonight. In the meantime, lay low,” she instructed him, hopefully that would be enough to keep him out of trouble.

“Is Elijah’s kid coming with us? It’s been a long time since I’ve seen a raiju shift!” his words made Wednesday freeze for a moment.

Of course, her parents told him about you.

“She’s not, and she won’t shift,” she opened the doors and left before he could reply. Only then did she remember to remind him of one last crucial detail. “And leave the bees alone!” she warned sternly, and just in time as he turned to grab the bees the moment she first stepped outside.

~X~

Thing was more than a little annoying. He actually went to talk to you, traitorous hand. ‘Just talk to her and apologize!’ Thing had the guts to demand that of Wednesday.

“Do you want me to apologize for putting people in danger or for keeping them out of it, make up your mind,” Wednesday was losing her patience with him with every word he said.

‘You miss Y/N!’ he claimed, as if he could understand how she felt.

“Don’t get involved with this, Thing. I won’t warn you again,” she seethed, already feeling the turmoil in her heart due to his bold, albeit true, claim. She did miss having you around, even more so now that she knew what the monster was.

It was ridiculous, how she wanted to share her information with you, yet wanted to keep you as far from the case as possible in order to keep you safe. It was a paradox of sorts. “I have more important business to attend to,” she stopped paying attention to Thing’s persistent attempts to get her to talk to you. She wouldn’t. You made it clear you were angry at her.

You made it clear you didn’t want to see her.

And if this would keep you alive, then this was the best option.

For you, at the very least.

And for Wednesday as well, after all, she’d rather know you were alive and well, than carry the guilt of your death on her consciousness.

~X~

Despite an unwanted interaction with Xavier things were going as planned and Thing opened the safe holding the diary.

Wednesday took it and then a pocket watch caught her eye. “Was that Faulkner’s?” she asked, assuming it was, but somehow she still felt the need to ask.

“Hmm? No, I think it was some raiju’s from way before Faulkner. Faulkner believed it would keep the school safe or something,” Fester told her.

Wednesday frowned, again with a raiju. Knowing her luck it probably belonged to Diego, Goody’s raiju, and she wanted nothing to do with it. But her fingers still brushed against it and her head snapped back.

When Wednesday opened her eyes, she was in the middle of a burning field, Diego, Goody’s raiju, was in his beast form, staring down Crackstone.

“Cursed beast, I shall vanquish you where you stand!” Crackstone yelled, sending torrents of fire toward the blue wolf, yet the raiju remained still, countering the flames with his lightning. It looked like Crackstone was trying to restrain him, but whenever he managed to do it, Diego would simply turn into lightning and move.

Seeing the exhaustion on Crackstone’s face, Wednesday realized they’ve been fighting for a while and the pilgrim was at his limit. And Diego knew that too, as he shifted back into his human form, not a single wound on his body, though it was littered with old scars. “You’re wrong Joseph. I’ll vanquish you, I shall end Goody’s quest for vengeance tonight,” he raised his hand, gathering lightning around it to end the man’s life in one attack. “Your ambush was a mistake.”

His eyes were yellow, and Wednesday thought she figured out how it worked. Red eyes turned to orange when shifting, orange turned to yellow, and yellow to blue, indicating increased heat of lightning that came with shifting into the beast form. The stronger the raiju, the hotter the lightning, she supposed.

But then Crackstone began laughing. “You are a beast cursed by arrogance, be judged by God, my own and your own!”

Diego looked puzzled for a moment, but then a figure appeared behind him. Wearing a battle armor similar to that of a samurai and wearing a cloak to cover the head, the most striking feature of the figure were completely blue eyes and Wednesday recognized them. Those were the same eyes she saw in her vision.

Lightning burst from the figure, forcing Diego to jump to the side and shift, at the very least he was doing much better than you did, as he immediately countered. He fired bolts of lightning from his mouth, destroying the ground around the hooded figure, man, Wednesday guessed judging by the size and shape of Diego’s enemy.

Yet the man merely raised his hand, halting the advances of Diego’s lightning bolts with his own lightning. Was he a raiju too? With his eyes already blue despite not being in the beast form? By Wednesday’s logic it would mean he was stronger than Diego, and from the looks of it that was the case.

Diego landed on the ground and paused, waiting for the man’s attack. It never came, the man was simply content with observing him. Diego’s howl mixed with the sound of thunder as massive amounts of electricity began surrounding him. His body began turning entirely into lightning and he rushed the man, hitting him right in the chest and lifting him off the ground. Diego’s attack was brutal, zapping and slamming into the man from different angles repeatedly and gaining speed and power with every attack.

To finish it, he fired three more lightning bolts from his mouth and landed back on the ground.

Wednesday watched in awe as lightning danced around Diego, following his every whim, and responding to his will. Not a single spark was wasted, he was in complete control, and Wednesday wondered how it would look like when you achieved this kind of control.

The other raiju got up, the cloak covering his head was gone, revealing that it was, in fact, a man. He looked like he was around forty, with blue hair that spiked up as if constantly pushed up by lightning. His smirk revealed sharp teeth, and an angry, almost animalistic look on his face made the sight of him chilling to most people.

The beast and the man clashed, lightning bursting around both of them, destroying and reshaping the field. They rose up to the skies, clashing so fast Wednesday barely managed to keep up with them. She could see Diego biting down on the man’s forearm, yet his teeth didn’t pierce the man’s skin, instead the attack only left Diego open for a lightning strike right to the mouth and the blood coming from it made it clear Diego’s throat got severely damaged.

Yet, Goody’s raiju didn’t stop. He backed away, charging up lightning and forming a spear out of it to send straight at the man. Judging by the intensity of lightning Diego gathered, Wednesday guessed it was one of his stronger abilities, yet the man just caught and crushed the spear in his bare hands.

The man created a tornado of lightning around him and Diego, trapping them both, yet he didn’t seem worried in the slightest as the tornado closed in on them and exploded in a burst of lightning and sparks. That display, done by simply clapping his hands together, was more powerful than anything Wednesday saw you, your father or Diego do, and it left a massive crater on the ground and Diego severely injured and covered in blood. The man didn’t take any damage from his own attack.

Despite taking all those hits, and his own attack, the man just brushed the dirt and dust off his armor, as if asking Diego if that was all he could do. Diego, defiant to his likely end, got back up, much to the man’s clear amusement. The man disappeared, he didn’t even zap like you did, he just vanished and appeared in a burst of lightning next to Diego. His fist, engulfed by lightning, just barely missed Diego, but then an arc of lightning came as a follow-up to the uppercut, catching and wounding Diego.

The wolf howled in pain, whimpering as lightning, probably for the first time in his life, left him paralyzed. What followed was an effortless toying with the wolf raiju, slamming him into the ground, just slightly shifting to the side to dodge the counterattack, and then hitting Diego with another lightning until Goody’s raiju shifted back into his human form.

He didn’t look hurt, and that made Wednesday think the injuries to one form didn’t transfer to the other. The pain probably did, as Diego fell back, writhing on the ground from the aftereffects of lightning strikes he endured.

“Without beast,” Diego gasped, barely able to sit up and though he didn’t finish his sentence Wednesday understood what he meant. The enemy had defeated him without even using the beast form raiju had.

“Beast?” for the first time the raiju spoke. He laughed, throwing his head back and covering his eyes. “You have grown arrogant, my beast!” lightning crackled in the man’s hand. Wednesday didn’t understand what he meant but seeing Diego’s eyes fill with terror she realized Goody’s raiju finally understood something.

“Raijin,” he hung his head low, accepting the defeat and imminent death as lightning struck him. His enemy disappeared in a flash of lightning, and Wednesday watched as Diego’s eyes, blue, not from being a raiju, but from the amount of lightning that struck him, clung to life.

“Diego!” that was Goody’s voice, she made it to the battlefield only to grasp her raiju’s hand as he breathed his last breath.

Wednesday gasped, her vision was over, and she realized Fester and Thing were next to her. Thing stuttered as he asked her if she was okay.

“What happened? You were unconscious for fifteen minutes! Morticia’s visions never lasted that long!” her uncle was equally worried.

“I’m fine,” she said, despising how shaky her voice was, even if most people wouldn’t notice it. She finally knew what attacked you, and considering how easily Diego was defeated it was a miracle that you didn’t get killed at the mayor’s office. But there was no mistaking it. Those blue eyes were the same blue eyes she saw when she touched you that night. And it didn’t make any sense. How was the same person alive over four hundred years later? Or was the power passed down in that form? She didn’t understand it, and she needed to because if that was after you now, she’d need all the information she could get her hands on to make sure you survived.

~X~

“These are some sweet digs. How’d you swing your own single? And where’s the raiju kid?” Fester asked as he looked outside the window of her room.

“My former roommates couldn’t handle my toxic personality,” she refused to answer questions related to you. As she flipped through the pages she was looking for two things, the Hyde and, as much as she wouldn’t admit it, raiju. The Hyde was the first one she found and she showed it to Fester. “Here it is. Faulkner describes Hydes as artists by nature but equally vindictive in temperament. Born of mutation, the Hyde lays dormant until unleashed by a traumatic event or unlocked through chemical inducement or hypnosis. This act causes the Hyde to develop an immediate bond with its liberator, who the creature now sees as its master. It becomes the willing instrument of whatever nefarious agenda this new master might propose.”

“Anyone willing to unlock a Hyde is a next-level sicko,” Fester commented, but that wasn’t important to Wednesday, no, another information was much more crucial to her investigation.

“That means I’m not looking for one killer, but two. The monster and its master,” the knocking on her door made her put the diary away before anyone, likely Thornhill, could see it. And it was Thornhill, luckily, Fester managed to hide in time.

Thornhill sighed as Wednesday approached her. “I didn’t mean to startle you.”

“I was just working on my novel,” she easily lied to cover up what she was actually doing.

“Enid has requested to room with Yoko for the rest of the school year,” Thornhill’s words made Wednesday feel like someone was stabbing her in the back with a serrated knife.

“She did?” she tried to keep her voice neutral, as if she was already expecting this. Somehow, the reality of Enid leaving only now became something she fully understood. Because up until now  Enid’s departure, as well as your own, felt temporary, as if it would end when Enid and you decided you had enough.

“When there’s a falling out, I like to get both girls’ perspectives on what happened, you two seemed as thick as thieves,” Thornhill continued, clearly expecting an answer from Wednesday.

Wednesday turned away and took a few steps to distance herself from Thornhill. “Ultimately, thieves turn on each other. I’ve seen it with my own eyes.”

“Deflect all you want, but you and I both know that you care about Enid. And you have to admit she managed to bring out a spark of warmth in you,” well, Wednesday found that to be rather offensive. “Oh, don’t worry,” Thornhill raised her hand slightly. “Just a tiny spark.”

Wednesday crossed her arms at that, though she remained silent.

“Barely perceptible to the average eye, but I noticed. Part of the dorm experience is making friends with people that you wouldn’t normally connect with. And those friendships often turn into lifelong bonds,” Thornhill was trying to get her to fix things with Enid, but she wasn’t saying a word about you.

Wednesday didn’t need any more of those lifelong bonds, the one her mother claimed she had with you was already enough of a torture, even for her. “I would rather buy a rope.”

“Is it really so difficult for you to admit that you made a friend, and now that she’s gone you might actually miss her?” Thornhill asked, consistently focusing only on Wednesday’s relationship with Enid. Perhaps starting off on the wrong foot with you really did make Thornhill see you as only a lightning beast that could lose control.

“I’ll survive alone, I always have,” Wednesday refused to comply, if Enid made her choice, then so be it.

“Well, if that’s your decision, I’ll submit the forms to Principal Weems,” she seemed disappointed, she even shook her head slightly before turning to leave.

“What about Y/N?” Wednesday asked before she could stop herself.

Thornhill turned around, sighing heavily. “She can’t room anywhere else, so whether Principal Weems forces her to come back, or she willingly comes back here, there’s no other room for her. I managed to keep her absence hidden from Principal Weems, but I suggest the two of you find a solution before other people find out. Acting this recklessly could cause Y/N to shift, and even if she doesn’t, taking this additional risk alone might be enough to get her expelled.”

Wednesday swallowed the lump in her throat as Thornhill left. You were aware of the potential consequences, and dangers of your choice, yet you still made them. Wednesday wouldn’t get involved.

“Raiju kid will be fine,” Fester came up to her with a grin on his face. “If she’s anything like her dad she’s resilient and as adamant on staying in control as Elijah was at her age,” that brought some comfort to Wednesday, but she refused to address him when it came to you.

Once left alone, Wednesday went back to the diary and began flipping through the pages again. Aimlessly she began walking around, the diary in hand, until she sat down on the bed and moved to lie down. Your scent caught her attention and she realized too late that she, once again, went to your bed instead of her own. It wouldn’t hurt to spend the night there again.

So, she continued flipping the pages until she found what she was looking for. Faulkner’s notes on raiju.

The images revealed various beasts, with varying amount of lightning coming from them. Faulkner noted the solitary nature of raiju, their struggle with water, the docile behavior unless there was a storm going on. The beast form, was, in fact, something raiju had no control over, shifting into an animal closest to their nature. The beast form was driven mostly by instinct, unable to speak or fully comprehend human speech. He confirmed Wednesday’s theory on the eye color and the heat of the lightning, and she took note of the control indicator in the beast form. The less lightning came out of raiju’s body while they were in beast form the more in control they were. By the end of the text Wednesday thought she didn’t learn anything new, or significant, other than the level of control and the nature of the beast form, only for the biggest revelation to strike her right at the end.

‘Raiju aren’t natural outcast community, they were originally normies, punished by Raijin to turn into beasts during storms and forced to, during said storms, follow his command. As Raijin created more raiju some escaped, spreading around the world, and passing down the ability to transform.’

Wednesday closed the diary and left it next to your bed, her mind filled with thoughts of you, of your argument. As rain once again began falling she barely stopped herself from going out to get you.

A/N: Surely you didn’t think we’d have raiju without raijin being involved, right? Four chapters to go people!

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Oh!! I have a request! How about some magic shit happens and the boys are turned into kids! And reader has to take care of them! It can be one at the time or all of them at once, whatever you prefer. And maybe they remember what happened when they're back to normal? I love your writing, take your time to write and stay hydrated!!

Oh sure! How cute!!

Masterlist

Part one will include Wild, Sky and Legend

Content under the cut!

Wild

The giggles were contagious. You found yourself on the verge of laughing hysterically next to the small child.

Somehow Wild got hit from a wizzrobe to be no older than five years old and yet he's as if he hasn't changed. Stranger yet, you've gathered that he either must have been displaced in time or he was the only one to time travel. His scars are gone as well so it's not as if he was shrunk.

"Ooh! An apple!" He sprints towards the tree, running up the truck and latching onto the first branch he can reach. He then swings his body up and over it before he shimmies over to pluck the apple for the branch above.

"He's just as bad." Four laughs to himself.

"And yet he claims that he was the perfect soldier." Twilight frowns, standing under the branch to catch the kid in case he fell.

"I'm ok!" He calls down to the rancher. "You don't have to catch me! Papa lets me do this all the time."

You snort with your hands on your hips. "He must have had a lot of training."

"Or pressure." Warrior mutters.

That dampens your mood a bit. He makes a point.

You were having soo much fun just messing with the kid that you didn't stop to think about what his attitude actually meant. Was his carefree spirit beaten out of him? You hope not literally.

You hear him hit the ground and he runs straight to you, b-lining around Twilight to avoid him. You laugh at the Rancher. You didn't think he would take it to heart but he looks as if the kid just offended his entire legacy.

"Here!" Wild cheers, holding out a bright red apple in your direction. "You didn't eat breakfast. So you should eat too."

You flush and take the apple. "Thank you."

"You didn't eat?" Sky raises an eyebrow.

The little boy nods. "I saw them. They pretended they weren't hungry so they didn't have to eat the food."

You flinch. It was Hyrule's turn to cook. You had hoped to have gone unnoticed. Tou stand mistaken.

"Well... thank you, Link." You bite your lip, holding the apple up higher. "I was feeling a bit peckish."

He giggles and takes a bite out the apple he got for himself. "Aryll likes apples too. So I get to climb our tree to get them for her."

The group all relatively freeze. Wind especially.

"Aryll?" You try to keep the conversation going so that he doesn't catch on. "Do you take care of her?"

He nods, his face full of pride. "She's my baby sister! I have to take care of her, just like Papa says!"

"I bet you do a good job at that." You swallow your spit.

Does this mean he's unlocked memories too? You don't really want to think about it. Looking at the poor boy is starting to make you feel emotional. He doesn't deserve what he gets.

You take a bite of the apple.

It's bitter.

Sky

You stared and stared and stared.

Boyish laughs fill the camp as the others are also just at an lost to do. The only ones with any chance of corralling this kid are Wind and Twilight.

The group was down a member but also added the new challenge of dealing with said down member.

"Hello." The little boy stops running right in front of you, holding out a single pale purple flower. "This is for you."

You blink and take it gently. He can't be much older than six or seven years old. Much younger than any other in the group. Younger than the average age they all took up the mantle of hero. Young enough to have to idea who he is or what he will become.

"Thank you, Link." You say just as softly, placing the flower behind your ear. A few others squirm at the mention of their name. But you have no other choice to use it. The young boy wouldn't respond to Sky and he would have no inclination to abide by the unspoken rules they've set up.

He smiles back and hugs his arm close to his body. He's a shy boy but kind and just as gentle as he grows to be. He's innocent and curious but doesn't ask questions. He's incredibly trusting.

Your jaw flexes at the thought, but you won't let it change your facial expression. Sky seems to be waiting for something. You tilt your head down, meeting his eyes. "What is it, Link?"

He bites his lip. "....Would you....like to play with me? ...Please?"

You would never tell Sky that he has the most adorable puppy eyes in the history of existence. You never stood a chance. "Sure thing, Buddy. What do you want to play?"

He beams. "Hide and seek!"

"Maybe not." Twilight winces. You wince as well, especially when you see how Sky suddenly seems chest fallen. You're in the middle of no where and he has no way of coming back to you if he gets lost. Twilight explains it as such. "There's just not a lot places to hide, buck-o. So if you get lost, we'd have no idea how to find you again."

Sky pouts and looks upset enough to cry.

"We can draw." You blurt, wanting to save the moment.

"Really?" Sky perks up and looks around. "...But there's no paper."

You turn around and pick up a stick, snapping it in half and giving him the bigger half. "We'll draw in the dirt!"

Sky looks at the stick and pokes the ground with it. "...I used to do this with Zelda when we were bored. I don't think they have sticks at the Academy though."

"Yeah?" You plop yourself onto the ground, patting the spot next to you. "Tell me about it."

He smiles and sits down next to you, poking and dragging he stick through the dirt. "My loftwing is big and pretty but I'm too little to ride him yet. That's what Gaepora says."

You shoo away prying eyes and nosy ears.

Wind grabs his own sticks and you. "What's a lofting?"

Sky freezes. He's looks so lost. "You don't know what a loftwing is? Don't you have them on your island?"

Wind shakes his head.

Sky frowns and looks around. "I thought Skyloft was the biggest island and everyone knows what loftwings are."

He stands, looking towards the horizon. "But this is also a pretty big island."

You flinch. You didn't even consider that he wouldn't remember that he's on the surface.

Who's going to tell him?

Legend

"Where's my uncle?" The little boy asks. Once the smoke had cleared and the monsters were defeated, you had to take a look at the damage. This little boy stood where Legend once did. It seems that his clothes were changed with him, at least. Otherwise you don't know what you all would have been able to keep him from swimming in fabric.

You bite your lip and share looks with the rest of the group. The little boy looked scared and lost. He kept wringing his little hat between his hand as he looked for someone to answer him.

You gulped and got on your knees to meet his eyes. "What does he look like? Maybe we can try and find him together?"

You know where his uncle is. It was something had told you under the comfort of night, something he didn't really tell any of the others. But you can't look into his little teary eyes and tell him the truth and you certainly can't do it in front of everyone else.

"He's tall and strong." The boy looks more comforted now he gathered that you were going to help him. "He lost his hair but it grows on his chin instead."

"Bald with a beard. Can you tell me his name?" You smile and say your name. "What's your name?"

"I call him Uncle." He tilts his head. That's a no. "He calls me Link."

"Well Link, it's very nice to meet you." You're giving yourself extra brownie points for holding yourself together. "How old are you, Link?"

He frowns and lifts up once of his hand, sticking up four little fingers.

"Oh wow! You're already four years old." You try to keep things light. "Your uncle must trust you a lot since you're so big."

He smiles and giggles, covering his mouth with a small fist. "I get to help Uncle take care of the house. Sometimes he lets me help with dinner."

You smile back, trying to not let the image pull at your heart strings. Less you start crying on the spot. "I guess he'll need his little helper then. Come on, we'll all help you look for your uncle, ok?"

"Ok."

You stand up and stick your hand out. "Don't get lost now. Come on. We'll start looking."

Little Legend takes your hand and you look to others, finally, for assistance. You receive none. Only a few poorly hidden thumbs up from the others members.

"Traveler." You whine. "Tell me we can fix this."

He stares before nodding slightly. "Let me think of something."

You can only nod. This might take a while to fix.

Legend tugs on your hand, bringing your attention back to him. "Is uncle really faraway?"

"Uhh..." Your brain stalls before you figure the answer can't be so bad. "More like, we're really far away...From everyone. But we'll get back to find some people and then maybe we can find your uncle."

"You hear that Traveler?" Four says. "You have until we reach the next town."

You ignore the groaning. Legend looks so happy. "Good! He'll be worried about me!"

You tear up. "Let's fix this then, buddy."

Part 2

#linked universe #linkeduniverse #linked universe x reader #lu x reader #accidental angst!!!! #whoops #.....i might not be able to cover the entirety of the ask ^.^* #they're just too cute! #i'll just try to get the vibes #it might needs a sequel

[t3ag3rs]

g e n s o - 1 1.

you change into your ua training uniform and sit next to kirishima and the rest of his friends, including bakugou.

"everyone get ready! we're about to walk out soon!" informs iida as he walks into the waiting rooms. you let out a breathy sigh, geez... this is so nerve wracking..!

"midoriya." you hear todoroki say as you turn to see what was happening. "i think its fairly clear that im stronger than you," izuku opens mouth to say something but closes it. "however, youve got all might in a corner helping you out. im not here to pry about whats happening between you two- but know that i will beat you" he glares.

"todoroki.." you walk up placing your hand on his shoulder pulling him back slightly. "why are you instigating right now? we're all worried about going up and im sure you are too. we already have all the other classes to worry about so lets not make any issues inside our class too ey?" you add dropping your hand.

"we arent here to make friends- just remember this isnt a team effort." he states before walking away.

"wait todoroki- i dont know why you think you should tell me this when we all know your potential, but all the other classes are coming for us with all theyve got. we all have to fight to stand out" he pauses before looking up, "and ill be aiming for the top too."

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

you stand by the entrance into the arena by mina, kirishima, and bakugou. "god there must be thousands of people out there... i can already hear it" you sigh.

"this first group are no strangers to the spotlight! you all may know them from withstanding a villain attack... the hero course student of class 1a!" introduces present mic as you all walk out.

mina and you both let out a gasp, "oh my..." she starts, "i didnt know there was gonna be this many people..!" she exclaims. you all stop in the middle of the field as the rest of the courses get introduced and walk out.

you all stand in front of midnight as she gets ready for the introductory speech. you scratch your neck a bit at the sight of her hero costume, "i bet y/n would look 10x better if she wore that.." drooled mineta. you turn to him and send a flame of fire at his way quickly, "ugh.. disgusting" you scowl before you hear another scream from him causing you to turn. you widen your eyes a bit as you see bakugou threatening him with explosions near his face.

you slowly turn back before side eyeing mina only to receive a shrug back. "for the student pledge we have.. katsuki bakugou!" you widen your eyes with your mouth agape, "theres no way..! we're about to be hated on by not only the students- but the pros as well..!" 

he walks up to the mic with his hands stuffed into his pockets, "i just wanna say... im gonna win." he states nonchalantly. you slap your forehead as the students and crowd boo him as he walks down. "seriously bakugou? you couldnt think of anything better than that to start off today with?" you ask frustrated before turning away scoffing.

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"without further ado, the first game of the festival is... an obstacle race!" midnight announces into the mic. "all classes will participate in this race.." she continues to describe the race thoroughly for everyone to hear.

just my luck.. of course the first obstacle is a race..!  you sulk internally, i just gotta thug it out.. i dont know what to expect so i just have to be ready for anything.. besides i can do whatever i want according to the rules.. god please bless me..!

you all walk to the front of the gate preparing for the race to start. you look up at the lights watching as they go down one by one. you take a deep breath in and exhale before you hear midnights voice saying to begin. you start to run before realizing that people are getting stuck in the gateway, you grin before pushing yourself up with your air and moving forward over everyone else.

you feel a chill realizing todoroki had iced the floor just as you left it, you let out a breath of relief before quickly landing and running not far behind him. "nice one todoroki.. but you really didnt expect to hold down everyone did you?" you smirk calling out to him. 

suddenly you hear explosions coming from behind you, of course... theres students who prepared themselves as well for this... you come to a slow stop as your mouth drops at the sight of the bots. "oh cmon..." you whine, before rushing forward and moving your arm up to create a boulder, hitting the bot in front of you with it which put you in front of todoroki.

you jump in the air again to go over the rest of the bots before looking back to see todoroki not far behind, "geez this guy doesnt know when to stop.." you groan. you quickly drop down to reduce your time using your quirk, but todoroki passes by you. "son of a-" you start before hearing explosions overhead, "and him too??" you curse under your breath.

you rush to the next obstacle right behind the two in front of you. you make a pushing motion with your hand allowing the rock from the pillars to move forward and create a pathway for you to run over before destroying it behind you and doing the rest all the way to the end. you let out a quick curse as you turn to see the other contestants starting to catch up behind you.

finally, you land on the opposite side and climb up the stairs to see a minefield ahead of you. what are we training for? the army? you think rolling your eyes as you see bakugou and todoroki fighting up ahead of you. you quickly use your wind to let yourself leap across the minefield. though it slowed you down, it wasnt causing you to overuse your quirk which would help throughout the rest of the festival. 

suddenly you hear a huge explosion from behind and turn to see deku flying through the air with a piece of metal underneath him. "holy fuck.." you whisper before realizing the people were still moving behind you causing you to do the same to keep distance. you hear another explosion as you see deku landing on the end of the minefield. my gosh izuku... you better run... you think as you quickly pass by the two idiots on the floor behind you grinning.

"thanks for fighting you two...!" you exclaim as you push your legs harder to increase the distance between you and them. "damn you genso..!" you hear bakugou yell as explosions start nearing you causing you to propell yourself forward with your wind. you let out a loud gasp as you cross the gate a split second before bakugou and todoroki. you slow to a stop catching your breath as you stare up at the crowd cheering and clapping you all on. 

you let out a exhausted smile before rushing over to izuku to congratulate him. "you won..!" you exclaim breathlessly as you smile proudly. he nods before thanking you, "ah.. you did well too..! you beat bakugou and todoroki..!" you laugh a bit grinning, "bet you anything bakugous seething at the thought of it.." you say before turning to see bakugou clenching his fists. "told you!" you chuckle.

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you all wait in front of midnight as she start explaining the next section of the festival. "the next obstacle will be... the calvary battle!" she exclaims pointing to the screen.

"you all will form groups for this obstacle, but theres one more thing to add- all of you have been assigned a point value depending on your place in the obstacle race! the points go up in increments of 5, for example the last place contestant is worth 5 points. on the other hand, the first place winner is awarded with 10 million!" you see everyone stare izuku down. yikes.. hes gonna get targeted..

"now pair up!" she instructs before starting a timer. you look around only to find kirishima rushing towards you and dragging you with him. "your gonna be partnered up with me, bakugou, sero, and mina!" he grins as if nothing was wrong.

"bakugou??" you ask dumbfounded, "theres no way im partnering up with that asshole!" you add trying to move the other way only to continue being dragged away. "sorry y/n... but he wanted you on the team- besides your quirk can definitely help us!" he smiles cheerfully.

he wants me on his team..? wait what- you come to a stop in front of the rest of the members. "listen up extras.. ill be the rider, shitty hair youll be in the front, soy sauce youll be in the back, genso and pinky on the sides. understood?" you stand there blankly before nodding quickly, "sure i guess..?" 

you all set up quickly and stand off to the side waiting for the timer to run out, "we're currently in second place without our points.." you inform, "right.." bakugou agrees, "everyone will be targeting deku.. we should go for everyone else since theres no point in wasting time with a team already being attacked by many others.." he strategizes.

you nod as you listen closely along with the rest of the members. you hear midnight telling everyone to line up around the ring to get ready for the battle. you let out a sigh hearing the clock count down before thinking,

please dont fuck us up bakugou..

previous parts: pt. 0 0 / pt. 0 1 / pt. 02 / pt. 03 / pt. 04 / pt. 05 / pt. 06 / pt. 07 / pt. 08 / pt. 09 / pt. 10 next part: pt. 12

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[hylias-library]

@muffin-min I had to change blogs, so I don't have your original ask anymore, so I'll just tag you here and use screenshots!

You told me to go where I pleased after this conversation, so I did xd. I kept the conversation similar but replayed the scene with my own words. I hope you like it!

Also @pinkittwice you wanted a tag for this as well^^

[Navigation]

"Ok. Me and Warriors will check in at the guest house. Hyrule and Legend will get potions. Four and Sky will get new weapons for Wild. Y/n and Twilight will get new food rations." Time stated and then locked gazes with the Champion and the Sailor.

"Wild and Wind."

They looked everywhere but at Time.

"Don't cause a scene like last time. No fire around buildings."

They begrudgingly nodded, wandering off to explore the area while the other groups set off to gather what they needed.

You watched them retreat with a little half smile, then locked gazes with Twilight, who just shrugged. "They'll get over it."

Snorting, you shook your head and passed the rancher. "Come on. The food's not gonna buy itself!"

Twilight rolled his eyes with an amused huff, joining you. "You don't say."

You smacked him on the shoulder, laughing. "Just let me have this."

Happy you got paired with Twilight, you strolled towards a cluster of stalls you've spotted earlier. You had really taken a liking to the Hero of Twilight, and you welcomed every opportunity to be able to get a little closer to him.

Little did you know he felt the same way.

You've been browsing through the stalls of the market, Twilight already carrying a few new food items in his bags.

It was a lively place, with people shuffling all over and merchants giving each other shouting matches, trying to sell off their wares.

You had just stopped at another stall, looking at a few vegetables, when one of the merchants next to it started to yell.

"HEY YOU! YOUNG LADY!"

Confused, you looked around, then to the vendor, then to Twilight, then pointed at yourself.

He nodded energetically. "Yes! YOU! YOU'RE THE ONE!"

You blinked a few times, completely confused. "The one?... for what?"

What was he on about? You glanced at the rancher next to you, who just looked as lost as you were, shrugging his shoulders.

The man waved his hands around, gesturing intensely. "You're the one meant to be with me! My one and only future partner! So beautiful and graceful! I can already see it before my eye! A GREAT wedding! I knew as soon as I laid eyes on you!"

Your mouth fell open at his exclamation, stunned and at a complete loss of words. "I... what??"

The merchant nodded in approval. "I know. It's stunning to meet your soulmate. Of course, you'd be too flustered to say anything!"

He went around his stall, over to where you stood, and grabbed your wrist. "I bet you're going to look absolutely dashing in white! You should meet my family right now! They're going to adore you!"

You watched him in disbelief and started tugging on your wrist. He had a damn tight grip and was very much crazy to you. "No. Let me go. Now."

He ignored you, rambling on and on about his family and his delirious wedding plans, while trying to drag you along against your will.

"Let me go! You're making me uncomfortable!" You exclaimed, this time in a mix of annoyance and concern.

No response. Only more rambling. People were already starting to look your way to see what the cause of this ruckus was.

You were just about to protest again when someone grabbed you and pulled you behind them.

It was Twilight, who had watched the scene with growing displeasure.

"And who are you supposed to be?" The salesman asked in annoyance.

"I'm their friend." Twilight stated in a sour mood.

The salesman just huffed. "Can't you see I'm busy planning our wedding?" He said while trying to grab you again.

In concerning speed, Twilight grabbed the man's wrist and twisted it away from you. His gaze was cold and sharp, disapproval showing clearly, as he held the merchant in place.

"They said No."

The clerk shrunk under the ranchers, intimidating eyes. "I- I'm sorry."

Twilight tilted his head, his upper lip lifting slightly, as if he was baring his teeth.

How dare this random guy lay a finger on you. You were supposed to be with him.

"I'm not the one you should be apologizing to."

You've never seen someone nod their head as quickly as this guy before, instantly turning to you.

"I'm really sorry for my behavior and for making you uncomfortable." He tried to bow as good as he could, still being trapped by Twilight's iron grip, glancing at the rancher nervously.

Twilight wasn't satisfied. "And?"

The salesman gulped audibly. "And it will never happen again."

You nodded, having watched everything until now. "Yes." You replied soberly. "It should never happen again."

With that, Twilight let the man's wrist go before pulling him in harshly by his collar, making you gasp. Hands already gripping onto his tunic's sleeve. "Twi. Please, the people are already looking at us weirdly."

Twilight locked eyes with you, his gaze softening instantly, and nodded with a deep sigh.

His gaze snapped back to the now trembling vendor, eyes practically spitting fire.

"If I ever see you anywhere near them again, you'll have to deal with me. And I won't let you get away this easily a second time."

With that, the rancher let go, and the salesman scrambled away as fast as he possibly could.

Twilight cleared his throat when you let go of his sleeve. "I'm sorry. I didn't want to cause a scene."

You softly huffed through your nose. And with a gentle smile on your lips, you stood on your tippytoes and placed a kiss on the hero's cheek. "It’s fine. Thank you for scaring him off."

Eyes traveling to where you've last seen the salesman, you rubbed the wrist that had been grabbed by him. "This was really creepy."

Seeking Twilight's gaze again, your lips lifted upwards again. "Let’s finish the shopping and then maybe take a rest at the river we saw earlier?"

Twilight smiled back, offering his arm to you, which you happily accepted. Maybe he'd shoot his shot with you sooner than he thought. It seemed he really had a chance.

"Anything for you."

#linked universe #lu #lu twilight #linked universe twilight #linked universe twilight x reader #lu twilight x reader #linkeduniverse #link x reader #linked universe x reader

[weirdraccoon]

First of all, I wanted to wish you a belated birthday greeting and tell you that I found the drawing in the last post cute. ☺️🩷

(Lol sorry if I'm bombarding you with requests and just because I have a lot of ideas in my head that I've had for a while but I was shy about asking on Tumblr)

angst/comfort.

Again based on my MC's lore, basically when she receives the Hogwarts letter from Fig she doesn't seem openly convinced that she wants to be part of the magical world but in the end she is convinced.Some time later (again set before the Hogwarts events and when he was with Eleazar) MC opens up about the reasons why he was hostile to "re-entering" the magical world.MC was born into a pureblood family living a relatively normal life until her parents realized she would apparently never have magic and not wanting to tarnish their image with a non-magical daughter they disowned her and abandoned her somewhere in the muggle world with only herself.(This is why she is afraid of being part of the same world that she expelled there)

first of all: Thank you!! <3

and now, I'll add more to it and say Fig takes her to receive her Order of Merlin (cause of course, the Ministry has to acknowledge what she did after all of Hogwarts speaks of it) AND she comes face to face with no others than the people who disowned her in the first place.

ft Protective Fig and vengeful Ominis

MC pulled on her sleeves. She reached to pull on her corset but a hand stopped her. She huffed.

"Relax," Ominis soothed. "It'll be over before you realize it."

"I want it to be over now," MC grumbled, pulling on her sleeves. "This is suffocating."

"Well, I can't say for sure but I bet you look gorgeous," Ominis shrugged.

"That doesn't help," MC pouted. "I always look gorgeous," she added under her breath.

"Yes, you must do," Ominis snorted. "Now let's go. I'm sure Fig will help keep the attention off you, and I'll be right next to you. If Father taught me something useful is how to manage these people."

MC took a deep breath and nodded. Taking Ominis' hand in hers, she crossed the wards. The Minister was using some rich family's grounds to host her Order of Merlin award. She would pity those poor idiots if they weren't richer than dirt. They probably had an army of house-elves to do their cleaning, maybe even a human maid or two for appearance's sake.

However, she froze as soon as she saw the manor.

There was something familiar about it.

And now that she was paying attention, there was something familiar about the magic of the place. The wards.

"I can't be here," she panicked. "Ominis-

"It's ok," Ominis frowned, concerned. "We'll leave as soon as we can. But you have to receive the award. Hero or not, you can't dismiss these traditions."

"But Ominis this is-

"Mr. Gaunt, such a pleasure," a woman's velvety voice called. "Please do come in. It's warmer inside and even if our fairies are friendly I wouldn't stay out too long."

"Lady Crawford," Ominis greeted. "This is M-"

"You!" Lady Crawford's eyes turned icy and her glare stabbed MC's defeated gaze. Lady Crawford lowered her voice to a hiss, not unlike Ominis' parseltongue but ten times more poisonous and rude. "What in Merlin's name are you doing here, you filth? I thought we were clear you wouldn't put a foot back in after you turned out to be a squib!"

"Believe me," MC gritted out. "I want to be here less than you want me here. So, let's get this over with, Mother, I promise to be out of your hair once the Minister takes some pictures."

"The Minister," Lady Crawford scoffed. "Why would he want pictures with you?" She eyed Ominis' frowning face with a wicked glee. "Oh, did you drug this poor heir? I wondered why the Gaunts were so evasive about their youngest."

"Didn't you say I'm a squib?" MC growled. "How would I drug him? Amortentia needs magic to work!"

"I don't know, filth, maybe those muggles we left you with taught you something," Lady Crawford shrugged unapologetically. "They did promise us to put those... traits of yours to good use. Said you'd pay for your place yourself so we didn't have to worry about anything."

Ominis' magic flared, causing both witches to look at him. His face was as impassive as always, and only MC felt how tight his grip on her hand had turned.

"As lovely as this reunion is," he drawled. "I'm afraid MC here has to speak to the Minister now. She has an award to receive, after all, what with all that saving Hogwarts from a goblin rebellion. It was good to see you before your fall Lady Crawford. It's always nice to know how high you feel you are before I make you fall."

Ominis didn't give her an opportunity to answer, he pulled MC to the Hall and maneuvered her to the farthest corner from the entrance, where the lady of the manor was still welcoming guests.

"What was that?" he asked lowly. "Mother? You're a Crawford?"

"What do you think the 'C' stands for?" MC rolled her eyes, still feeling vexed after seeing the woman who abandoned her when she was a child. "Fig helped me and gave me the 'Carrow' cover, but that's not my real name. I don't have one, really, disowned as I am."

Ominis pursed his lips.

"Disowned or not that's your family name," he said. "I would know."

"Your parents still acknowledge you as a Gaunt," MC shook her head. "My parents pretend I never existed. Sold me to the first cathouse they found. I'm not a Crawford."

Ominis was quiet for a moment, head tilted to one side, brows furrowed in annoyance.

"Well, no matter," he sighed, clearing his expression to one of polite cordiality. "The Crawfords will be no longer important in the Wizarding World by the end of the year."

MC shuddered. She knew Ominis could be fierce when he wanted to be. She felt touched, too, that he would use his contacts to punish the people who wronged her. Ominis wasn't one to pull strings often, but when he did, it was serious.

At least Sebastian wasn't anywhere near. He'd probably plan their demise along with their fall from grace.

"Oh, there you are!" Fig grinned, walking towards them with two other men behind him. "MC, this is Lord Crawford and Minister Spavin."

Unlike his wife, Lord Crawford hid his surprise well, only frowning in contempt when he recognized the girl before him. The Minister, however, was most excited to shake her hand and ask about her life and the goblins.

"Well, it wasn't only goblins, minister," MC said. "There was a group of dark wizards as well, working with Ranrok."

"Ha, wizards working with goblins?" Pavin waved it off while Lord Crawford snorted. "Unbelievable. But tell me how did you manage to defeat Ranrok? Fig here says your magic is extraordinary but he won't go into details and I'm sure the Prophet and all its readers would like to know."

He would like to know.

"Don't worry, Minister," MC smiled sweetly. "I don't plan on taking over, I just want to finish my studies and maybe work as a researcher and professor."

"That's for the best I think," Lord Crawford drawled. "Researching is not too difficult, even a squib would be able to do it, leaving the experimentation to those who actually have magic."

"I do have magic, Lord Crawford," MC glared. "Or I wouldn't be attending Hogwarts."

"Hogwarts is not what it used to be," Lord Crawford shrugged. "Minister? Are you sure this girl is the one who stopped the goblin rebellion? I know she didn't show any signs of magic when she was younger, and I heard she only got to Hogwarts at fifteen. Maybe Professor Fig is not telling us something? Say, Fig, wasn't it you who defeated the goblin leader? It won't change your standing if that's why you're lying."

Fig frowned.

"I'm not lying," he said slowly. "MC saved my life, Hogwarts, and she was the one who faced Ranrok by herself."

"Hm. It just seems unlikely."

"Why do you say she's a squib?" Ominis demanded, standing close to the Minister to stop him from leaving. "Most purebloods nowadays show signs of magic much later, when they're older, especially when the family doesn't have any particular magic such as parseltongue or metamorphosis. While it is uncommon not to have accidental magic or for the magic to unlock after fifteen, it is not unheard of."

"He got you there, pal," Pavin snickered. "The Unspeakables are actually investigating such things. Mr. Gaunt, I didn't know you were interested in that."

"I'm not," Ominis shrugged. "My best friend is, though. He stumbled into that research while looking into curse-breaking, and I admit it's very interesting but I prefer to study charms."

MC shifted her feet. Fig was eyeing her with concern, glancing between her and her father. She wondered what he'd do if he knew.

She didn't have to wait long. Like a candle, Fig's eyes lighted up and he glanced between father and daughter one last time, as if making sure he wasn't imagining things. Then his expression turned murderous and even Minister Pavin took a cautious step back.

"You thought your daughter was a squib!"

Lord Crawford blinked taking a step back from the angry wizard.

"She was," he said.

"And what did you do!" Fig continued, ignoring the Minister's attempts to calm him down and MC's trembling figure behind Ominis' own angry form. "Sold her to the muggles! Left her to her doom with those animals!"

"What," the Minister asked, looking at Lord Crawford with disgust. "You sent her to the muggles?"

"He sold her to the muggles," Ominis spat. "The worst kind. She was just a child!"

"Now, now," Lord Crawford tried to calm them down. "She wouldn't have been happy with us. A squib surrounded by magic? No, so we sent her somewhere she would feel like she belonged."

"They used me," MC said, stepping around Ominis to glare at her father. Her voice was low and dangerous but mindful of the other people around. She knew some people were listening, but she rather avoid a bigger scene. "They used me and sold me and locked me up when no one picked me for the night!"

The Minister and some eavesdroppers gasped.

"You are not welcome here," Lord Crawford said, much like his wife before. "Magic or not."

"Good for me," MC hissed. "I'm not a Crawford. I wouldn't want to be one."

"I wouldn't want to be one either," Ominis added, smirking. "And even though we're all used to calling her 'MC', I have to say 'MG' has a nice tone as well."

"We're leaving," Fig said, "Minister, we'll reschedule this whole affair. Maybe a smaller ceremony at the Ministry. It's, after all, only a sixteen-year-old squib getting an award. We don't need all this extravagance."

MC sighed, grateful, and followed Ominis when he pulled her to the exit.

"Those- people," Fig was growling. "If the Minister wasn't there I would've cursed them."

"Oh, don't worry about it, Professor," Ominis grinned. "I did it. And I'll make sure their name is forgotten before they know it."

MC squeezed his hand. She sent Fig a grateful smile.

Maybe she didn't have parents, but she couldn't have asked for a better family.

#hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy mc #ominis gaunt #eleazar fig #ominis gaunt x mc

[beetlesau]

Share A Seat, Bakugo/Reader

1.4k - Colleting the small UA group heading off to Summer Camp as counselors. The van has limited seating. This is just a drab I have been wanting to read but I have yet to find one. (If anyone knows a similar concept PLS LINK??? LINKIES???) so I made a small one for myself. Enjoy, or don't. That's okay. [I didn't proofread but this COULD be gn I think?] Aged up, Cursing,

Summer was in full swing. The AC blasting throughout Midoriya's van was soon to be a distant memory as he picked up the old UA gang one by one- destination, a Sleep-away camp, where third years had the unfortunate pleasure of being camp counselors.

Kirishima and you were the first passengers. He took advantage of this by taking control of the AUX and sitting behind the driver. You claimed the legroom riding shotgun. Within an hour, the van was filling up with familiar faces and, as well, entirely too much luggage.

Mina sat in the middle row, Kirishima to her left and Kaminari to her right. By no surprise to anyone who knew the boy- Denki had managed to pack even more than even Mina. Their luggage and duffle bags crowded the third and final row, leaving a small spot for their last two passengers, Bakugo and Uraraka.

As Midoriya pulled into the driveway of the former, onlookers met an angry scowl. "You're late." he seethed as he strode up to the window, shooting Deku a terrifying snarl with you caught in the crossfire. "Ah-ha, yeah, sorry. We had a hard time getting the duffle bags in the back arranged so we could make a spot for you." Midoriya nervously apologized. "Save it, nerd," he dismissed him before giving you a subtle nod and a grumbled, "Hey." Before you could think to reply, he was shoving Kaminari aside to gain access to the last row. You turned to watch him shove his bag onto the ever-growing pile of clothing and camping accessories, finally settling in with his earphones.

The last stop is Uraraka. This stop was met with a much more agreeable greeting, as she was running out the front door with a glowing smile and a float in her step. You rolled the window down, "Do you need any help with your bags? Is that all you're bringing!? Where's the rest of it?" you were taken aback that she seemed to have even less than Bakugo had. She blushed and looked to Izuku who was tomato red already. "Well, we were so excited to be a part of the Future Heroes Camp as counselors that we sort of planned all our outfits ahead of time and I ended up just leaving them at Izuku's place! So most of my things are actually packed away already in the van. These are just my toiletries and such." she smiled brightly at the embarrassed green-haired driver before poking her head in your window and checking the scene in the back. You could see her excitement falter as she noticed there wasn't much room left and the last spot was in the very back next to the grumpiest guy. "Do you want me to see if we can rearrange the luggage again to make more room for you?" Mina suggested, "I'm sure we could toss out one of Kaminari's bags, I bet he packed more than one useless hairdryer." she rolled her eyes. "What!? It's my back up dryer!" "Why would you need a backup one!?" "Uh-duh, in case the first one breaks?"

"WHAT'S THE HOLD UP, DEKU!?" Bakugo's voice thundered over the two arguing. "Sorry!" "Eep! Please, it's alright, I don't want anyone to make any changes for me… I'll be alright." Uraraka smiled her sweet sincere smile before taking a strained deep breath. You could see her swallow hard as Kaminari stepped out so she could easily push up the seat, accessing the back row.

Against your better judgment, you spoke up before she could hoist herself in. "Wait, how about you take my seat? I've been shotgun for the entire pickup, I don't mind taking the back for the rest of the way." You ignored the tiny excited gasp only you could hear coming from the driver's seat.

"I'll take it!" Kaminari shouted, sticking his grabby hands out at your chair. You, admittedly with satisfying force, karate chopped his forehead and shoved him away from you and your passenger seat.

You deadpanned, "I didn't offer it to you, chump, now move aside. Ochako?" "Well, if you're sure? I really don't want to be a bother to anyone…" she wrung her hands together.

"You're bothering me, you idiots!" Bakugo carried on but was, for the most part, ignored. "Ah! Okay! I'll trade you. Thank you so much! I owe you one, really." she bowed and hurridly scurried to replace you in the front spot.

You were feeling pretty well about your good deed till you found yourself in a tighter spot than you'd first expected. "Wow, there really isn't a whole lotta room back here is there, huh?" you muttered to your new seatmate.

"Tsk. Whatever, just get in already. It's bad enough I got ropped into riding with you all when I could of just drove myself." he scoffed.

"Why didn't you then?" you used every bit of muscle you had to try and widen the nonexistent gap between Bakugo and the bags, to no avail.

"Shitty hair said it would 'be a bonding experience!' and that 'carpooling is manly and saves the ecosystem!' I don't know, some other shit sprinkled in there. Basically, agreed just so he'd shut the hell up about it." Bakugo didn't attempt to make more room for you.

You sat awkwardly, leaning on your hip into the luggage, attempting the most dramatic leg-cross just to avoid putting any weight on Bakugo's thigh.

"Oh. Well, good thing he didn't get that message to Todoroki or we might have a real problem on our laps." you rolled your eyes at yourself, hoping he missed the stupid joke. "That Half-and-half rat bastard is probably sitting real comfy all by himself in the most expensive car daddy's money can buy." Bakugo's leg started to bounce in irritation before he realized it was propelling you further into the baggage. "Sorry." he mumbled out low enough you almost missed it. "Suppose we could find time during our month-long camping trip to dirty it up, would that make you feel better?" you look over your shoulder, giving him a mischievous eye. He tried to hide his sudden smile by turning to look out the window away from you, "Sheesh, might find his car was egged? Could of been any number of the bratty ass kids, we can't keep an eye on all of them, now can we?" "Oo, better yet what if one of those eggs found its way inside his car? Shame if after a month one were to go bad hidden under the precious leather seats?" "You… That's… You're kind of a badass, huh?" he glares at you intently. You weren't sure if he was being serious or using sarcasm. Before you could figure it out the van hit a pothole that sent the luggage and the pair of you a foot in the air. "HEY, YOU DAMN NERD, CAN YOU EVEN DRIVE, DICKHEAD?" "Sorry!" the frightened voice squeaked from the front. "Fuck. Are you okay?" he sounded more pissed than concerned but that was the one type of question you knew he'd never ask unless he meant it. "Ah, yeah a little ragdoll never hurt anyone." you scoffed, "Are you okay?" you looked down to see the bump had practically put you in his lap. "Nothing here I can't handle," he stated simply. You were readjusting and scoffed, "I'd take that bet." then froze realizing what you'd said. You screwed your eyes shut, your face turned away from the blonde. You focused your attention on literally anything but the heat radiating off him before deciding you should try and slide back into your cramped spot. "Welp! I'm just gonna move over-" You thought your belt loop must have been stuck on something as when you tried to lift yourself, it held you back. Looking down you were surprised to find Bakugo's thumb was twisted through the loop holding you down to your makeshift seat.

"Uh, Bakugo?" you nervously croaked out. "Yeah, what's up?" he was glancing out his window, cool as always. "Did you want me to move off of you?" He turned, glare burning, "I think it's actually better if you stay put, this shitbox filled with all this junk and you can't even use the seatbelt right now."

"Oh, right. Okay. That… makes sense." you internally screamed as your brain malfunctioned. "Oi, don't make it a big deal. It's whatever." he shrugged. "No yeah, no it's cool. Best seat in the house, honestly." "For me, Definitely." he smirked and readjusted you so you were fully in his lap, for the extra security.

"Do you think the rest of camp will be this interesting?" you cocked an eyebrow at him.

"I can fuckin' hope."

#bakugo katuski #bakugo x reader

[tinfairies]

Pegging homelander pic…please 🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸

Act Like It

Homelander x Fem!Reader Smut

Minors DNI

Being the second biggest hero was no easy feat. Especially for a woman. You've had to work hard, harder than your male coworkers that's for sure. Definitely harder than Homelander himself, America's Hero. A spoiled brat is what he really is, always throwing a fit when he doesn't get what he wants.

Today was no different, the Seven sat at the meeting table. Arguing as usual and discussing rating, movies, who has more fans etc.

Arbitrary corporate bullshit. Heroes your ass, you guys were nothing but children bickering over who has better toys. Homelander sat at the head of the table, listening to his cohorts with a smug smile.

You tuned out the noise and stared at his face, trying to pick apart his mind. He hadn't said a word at all, except his normal beginning speech. Normally that bastard loves to hear the sound of his own voice, what was different today?

He had suddenly cough caught your eyes and smiled wide, abruptly standing up.

"Well, I would like to announce that the Homelander 3 movie has broken the box office numbers, completely surpassing our number two hero's second movie." He smirked and gestured to you.

You rolled your eyes, of course he had to to grab everyone's attention and make everything about himself. You gave a shrug of your shoulders, you could care less about asinine publicity and numbers. Homelander knew that was the only thing he could hold over you, and it was pathetic. He may be the face of America but you're the one to actually save it.

The meeting had ended, your coworkers poured out of the room and you were left alone with Homelander. Neither of you had made a move to leave after he dismissed everyone.

"Quite the big deal you made about your numbers." You glanced at him, tapping your fingernails against metal table. He hummed in response, that smug smirk still on his face.

"Too bad you're not a real hero. I bet you'd make even more money." You retorted.

Homelander was immediately standing up, his chair rolling back behind him. He came to stand over you, irritation plain on his face.

"Excuse me, care to repeat that? You forget who you're talking to." he seethed and you just smiled.

"No, you forget where you stand next to me, you are in my shadow. Act like it." you go to stand up, bringing yourself closer to his face.

"Maybe it's not a coincidence that every idea you've ever had has failed under your guidance." his jaw clenched and you could tell he was holding back from turning you into a pile of ash.

"You are a walking second place medal." you finally finished, his face was inches from yours.

Homelander went to grab at your throat, but you were faster than him. Slapping him clean across his perfect face. The sound echoed in the room, his hand came up to cradle his cheek. His hair was mussed from the force of the hit, and he looked at you. Not with anger, or fear. Tears welled at the corners of his eyes, and something primal loomed within them.

"Go to my room. Strip. Wait for me on the bed. Do not touch yourself. I will know." you commanded with a flat voice. He hesitated, then fixed himself and nodded before leaving the room without a word.

You took your time finishing your work, knowing full well that he had obeyed you. After an hour or so you finally decided to stop torturing him. Well almost.

The room was dim when you entered, only the bedside lamps were on. Homelander was laid in the middle of the bed, nude. Just as you asked. Good boy.

He cracked an eye open upon hearing you enter. A devilish smirk spread across his face.

"What's that for? You think you're gonna get some pussy?" you scoffed and made your way to the dresser across the room.

He looked at you confused, how cute. You pulled the top drawer open and rummaged around. Grabbing what you needed, you then turned and threw the rather large strap-on and bottle of lube onto the bed.

Homelander looked almost scared now, he kept searching your face for a joke that wasn't there.

"I-I don't think I can take that." he reffered to the strap.

"You can and you will. You need to be reminded of your place. Now get on your hands and knees." the way his fear made your cunt feel was amazing.

He stared at you, silently pleading then finally maneuvered himself on his hands and knees. Embarrassment was obvious all over his body, flushed red and almost trembling. You giggled sadistically, this big powerful man was on his hands and knees for you.

You ran your hand delicately over the curve of his spine, goosebumps being left in their trail. He bit his lip, his cock was already half hard when you came in and it's only getting harder. Your hand came to rest on his ass, you gave it a light squeeze before raising it.

A loud crack sounded through the room, Homelander whimpered at the pain on his ass. His head hung down, pressing into the pillows. You massaged the red welt before once again bringing down another smack.

He whimpered and trembled through the pain, he wasn't being as much of a baby as you thought. Dissatisfied with this reaction you grabbed his cock and pulled it between his thighs. Homelander jumped, and gave a moan at the pressure on his cock.

You started pumping the shaft, smacking his thigh every so often. Luring him into a false sense of security.

"Oh fuck!" he yelled as you tugged on his cock aggressively. The giggle you let out made him huff on annoyance.

"Did you think this would be nice for you? After what you did earlier?" You squeezed his cock and he gritted his teeth.

"What do you say when you do something wrong?" you asked, he stayed silent. You hummed and drug a finger up from his balls to his hole.

He shook his head, refusing to say the words. You prodded at the tight opening.

"It's almost like you want me to fuck your ass. All you have to do is say the words and I'll let you pound my cunt into the mattress." you spoke gently, mockingly.

His hole puckered as you continued to play with him. His breathing was heavy, but he was silent still.

"Fine." you abruptly shoved your finger into him. Homelander let out a strangled cry as the forced entry burned through him.

"I fucking hate you." he seethed through gritted teeth, muffled by the pillows.

"Really now. I can leave you like this." you curled your finger brushing up against his prostate.

Homelander let out a whorish moan, "No, no please. Fuck, goddammit fuck me!"

A smile split your face. "I'm serious if you hate me I can leave. Unless you want to tell me something."

He panted as you started to pump your finger in and out, the dry pull burned like hellfire. He shook his head 'no'.

You pulled your finger out, and grabbed the strap. "If you can't be polite, I'm gonna have to teach you a lesson. You haven't been a good boy."

Homelander whined, he hated being called a bad boy, even more than being bent over by his rival. You began to buckle the strap around your hips, adjusting it so it will rub against your clit while you thrust.

It was pitiful sight. America's Hero on his hands and knees, completely naked, ass spread wide and the Number Two Hero still in her suit, preparing her silicone cock just for him.

If only you could preserve this moment. Hm. You quickly hopped up, and went to your bag. Homelander looked at you curiously, and then in shock as you grabbed your phone.

Setting it to video, you placed it against the lamp. The camera captured a great view of Homelander's face.

"No, please. What if it gets out." he begged shoving his face into the bed.

"You should have been nicer." You got back behind him on your knees. Rubbing up his ass again, the plush skin still red from your abuse.

You grabbed the bottle of lube, and drizzled some down his ass. He sighed at the cold liquid. The tip of the strap teased his hole, puckering and begging to be filled.

He whined some more, his cock was rock hard now. Precum was dripping onto the sheets as his cock twitched in anticipation.

Homelander cried out as you shoved the strap in down to the hilt. "Fuck, ah!" he whimpered and hid his face in his arms.

"Nuh, uh." you grabbed his hair and forcefully lifted his head. The camera focused on his features, mouth agape, face flushed and his pupils blown with lust.

You started to thrust, a fast and hard pace. He wasn't getting babied, not this time.

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[raineandsky]

The World’s Most Useless Superpower

#17.2 (part 1) (part 2)

The agent passes the civilian an earpiece. She’s still in the stark black suit, but she’s finally taken the glasses off. Her eyes are a striking earthy brown, and he’s finding that it takes a lot of effort to avoid staring into them in awe.

“We’ll point you in the right direction,” she tells him sharply as he takes it from her. The superhero is standing next to her silently, staring at a computer screen at the desk. “Don’t worry, you’re in our domain. You’re completely safe from them.”

Them. The villain, sitting just in the other room – an interrogation room, probably one they’ve been seeing pretty regularly in recent times. The civilian can’t imagine making much of an impression on them, but he’s not here to impress. He’s here to get a fuck ton of cash.

He glances at them through the one-way mirror, watching them tug heartlessly at the handcuffs keeping them at the table as the agent carries on.

“We just need them to tell us who they work with and where we can find them.” She idly follows his gaze to the opposite room. “Anything else would be a bonus.”

He nods as he slips the ear piece into place. “It shouldn’t take long, I hope. People tend to go really downhill really fast.”

“That’s what we’re betting on. You can go in when you’re ready.”

The civilian heaves a deep breath to steel his nerves. “Good luck,” the superhero says rather suddenly, and the civilian gives the man a wonky, unsure smile in response before letting himself out of the observation room and into the fire.

The villain barely moves as he pushes the door open. They barely grace him with a moment's long glance, tsking in disappointment before their gaze drops back to their restraints. “They’re just letting anyone into the agency now, aren’t they?”

“Oh, I’m– I’m not a hero. They thought you might be up to talking to someone more normal,” he lies quickly, and from the way they quirk an eyebrow he can tell they don’t believe him.

“Sure. Let's talk, normal guy.”

“How’d you get caught?”

The villain tuts, turning to the one-way mirror. “You didn’t tell him?” they ask their reflection. “Botched bank robbery. Wasn’t expecting the hero that came. Caught us a little off guard.”

“That sucks. You should get better at robbing banks.”

They huff something of a laugh. “I’ll have to practise before I do it next time. Know any banks around here with a good bit of money in them?”

“Oh, I work minimum wage. I wouldn’t know,” he counters with a sigh.

“Sounds like you need to rob banks more than me. You can come along next time.” The villain smiles brightly, though the action is followed by a slight frown. The civilian knows exactly what that face means – he’s seen it in every conversation partner he’s had since the beginning of time.

“Keep at it. You’re doing great,” the agent pipes up, and he flinches. He forgot she was there.

“Ah, they’re talking to you, aren’t they?” they ask, bringing a hand as high as the cuffs will let them to point to their ear. “No amount of people talking in your ear will stop you from being bad at interrogating. You haven’t even tried to get anything out of me yet.”

Their hand falls back to the table a little heavily, but the civilian doesn’t say anything. “Too bad I have to interrogate you then, isn’t it?”

The villain is sporting a deep frown now, seemingly more annoyed than anything. “I’m kind of lightheaded,” they comment. “Can we do this another time?”

“Keep going,” the agent urges.

The villain leans their forehead against their hands with a groan. “I think the nasty prisoner food here has finally given me food poisoning. I feel kind of…”

“Drunk?” the civilian finishes with an innocent smile, and the villain’s expression turns sour. They look back up at him, squinting slightly against the harsh overhead lights. 

“What’d you do to me?” they demand, but the coldness of their tone is lost to the slight slur in their words.

“Nothing, really. Just making a guess.”

The villain points at them accusingly, and the action makes their sway in their seat slightly. “Bullshit,” they say, and the single word almost comes out in one sloppy syllable. “You… ugh…”

Their hands return to their forehead supportively. “You strike me as a depressed drunk,” the civilian continues. “Something bothering you?”

“Here is bothering me,” they say a little too quickly, and the words jumble together. “[Supervillain] would be mad if he found out I was here.”

“Keep them going,” the agent says carefully.

“Why?” he prompts, and they scoff tiredly. “Are you important to him?”

“He couldn’t live without me.” They go to spread their arms, but the cuffs stop them halfway. They huff in genuine disappointment, dropping their hands back to the table with a dull thud. “He doesn’t appreciate how much I do for him. Maybe my being here will finally make him see.”

“Couldn’t anyone else do what you do?”

The villain lets out a sharp “ha!” as if the mere notion is an insult. “They wish they could replace me. One of the other guys tried, fucking… V, I think it was. She thought she could take my place but she can’t do anything for [Supervillain]. She just follows him around like a lost puppy.” They lean back in their chair in a slump, tutting. “Pathetic.”

“V…?”

“Another villain we have on our watchlist,” the agent interjects. “This is good. Keep at it.”

“What is–”

“I’m a god compared to them,” the villain continues without thought. “At least you lot appreciate that I’m actually something worth catching. It’s nice to be seen, even if it’s by the heroes.”

“Wh–”

“Well, only the one hero really. They’re kind of hot, aren’t they? [Hero]?”

“Oh my god, they are a talker. This is so good,” the agent exclaims a little unprofessionally.

The civilian needs to intervene. “Uh, I–”

“They are, right? I know I shouldn’t but boy, what I wouldn’t give for a night with them.” They laugh shortly, the sound a little more violent than a sober person would make. “They’re pretty fierce in the streets. I wonder if they hate me enough for the sheets.”

How the villain is still talking this openly is beyond the civilian, even under his influence. He’s blushing, and he’s not even part of this. Their eyes are lidded by now, their fingers fiddling tiredly with the metal on their wrists, their face flushed – though whether that’s the drunkenness or the conversation he can’t say.

“Okay, that’s definitely something we can use against them,” the agent continues, clearing her throat to retain her steady voice. “Let’s get something about their friends out of them.”

Gladly. “[Villain], are y–”

“Don’t get me wrong, I don’t like them. They’re an ass. But that makes them kind of…”

“[Villain]–”

“… hot, I guess? It’s not often you see someone so passionate. The blood stained look suits them and all.”

The villain sighs dreamily and he sees an opportunity. “[Villain], who’re you working with?”

“Oh, a bunch of dicks.” They laugh at their own joke despite the fact it’s not really a joke. The civilian can see an opening for blackmail, no matter how crude it might seem to the moral police watching them. “Why?”

“Every name you give me I can guarantee you five minutes with [Hero].”

“We never–” the agent starts, but she doesn’t get the chance to finish before the villain is listing people off as fast as their drunken daze will allow them. Within a minute the agency has the names of every villain in the network and the villain has two hours promised with the hero that they won’t remember getting by morning.

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#writing #creative writing #writing community #writers on tumblr #writblr #heroes and villains #home for easter!! oh my god the psychological damage #thank you for asking! i know i dont reply much to people asking for part 2s but it makes my day that someone liked it that much :) #the worlds most useless superpower #also. completely forgot its april fools. uh. have this completely normal story instead!!

[rues-daya]

hi!! would you mind doing a insta blurb where y/n is maddy's sister and elliot's gf? cindy kimberly as face claim <33

ofc!!! hope you enjoy <3333

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[heckinconfusedparade]

I honestly wanna see Nine, Thorn and Dread regaining their original memories but… due to how they are now, they try to comfort Sonic when he has an emotional breakdown due to the guilt and heartbreak of his original friends and home being gone. Also, they, including Shadow, are all in the Grim where they’re hiding from the Chaos Council. And I bet Nine would feel like just being there for Sonic and letting him let it all out would make him feel more like his original self, Tails, due to their bond as brothers still being there despite the whole Shatterverse situation.

Firstly, I won't do the memory regaining thing because I don't know how it would go. Doesn't mean they won't try to comfort Sonic though! Enjoy the angst.

CW: PANIC ATTACK/EMOTIONAL BREAKDOWN

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Through odd circumstances, Nine, Thorn, and Dread have all come to fight the Chaos Council.

During the battle, things got intense, and Nine wanted to get him, Sonic, and Shadow (Sonic insisted they be a package deal). Somewhere along the line, Thorn and Dread joined the ride and now they're all recharging in The Grim. Sonic and Shadow are watching the three interact. Nine is annoyed that they came along, Thorn is extremely confused, and Dread is also confused, but is also demanding where the hell he is right now.

Shadow turns to look at Sonic, but Sonic isn't there. Shadow hears some weird noises from behind one of those tall grey things and follows the sound.

Sonic feels cold. His heart is pounding, and he suddenly feels like he can't breathe anymore. He feels lightheaded and the warmth of the tears he cannot force back. Memories of what happened before breaking the prism is all rushing back and spinning around like a messed up merry-go-round. He's so tired, but refuses to rest because like it or not, those people NEED him and it's HIS responsibility because he's the one who ruined it all in the first place. He holds his head as the pressure bangs against the inside of his skull. Sonic feels like he isn't doing anything right, and that everything he does only makes things worse.

Shadow gasps "Sonic??" and rushes to his side to check on him. Despite their differences and being rivals, Shadow does not hate Sonic. He actually respects him quite a bit. To see the fearless and optimistic hero in this way brings a kind of sadness Shadow cannot describe. Shadow crouches down to him "Sonic, are you alright?" Sonic doesn't respond, he curls into a ball and closes his eyes. Shadow sits next to him. He doesn't know how to approach this.

Nine, Thorn, and Dread come from behind the grey pillar. "There ye be! We been lookin fer-" Dread pauses when he sees Sonic in the state he's in. Nine rushes to Sonic "What's wrong?? What's going on?" he says, frightened something bad had happened to him. Thorn gasps "Oh no, what's the matter?".

Shadow gently pushes the 3 away to give Sonic some space "He's having an emotional crisis. Give him space, please." The three look at each other, nod, and give Shadow a stern look. "Sonic selflessly helped us all. He puts everything down to help anyone in need.. It's time we return the favour." Nine goes to Sonic and sits next to him "Sonic? What's going on?"

Sonic takes a shaky breath "I-I'm okay..really!"

Dread shakes his head "Ye clear as water aren't. Ye can talk to us." Sonic responds in grumbling.

Thorn sits on his opposite side "Sonic, do you remember what happened in the forest? You told us that we should talk about our feelings. You gave us the floor to express our feelings and talk about them. I think.. it's time you talk about your feelings too. I kept my feelings locked away for a long time, and you saw what happened."

Sonic lifts his head up and leans it against the pillar. He takes a deep breath..

"I just.. Look, it's my fault. I'm the reason we're all in this mess. I let my body move before my head, and I made my best friend upset.. then after apologizing, I proceeded to yet again act carelessly. I shattered that stupid prism even though everyone was shouting at me to stop. I didn't listen.. and now? My home is gone, my friends are gone, and it's all my fault! I got Shadow stuck in some void for a stupid amount of time. Every time it feels like I'm finally getting somewhere, everything falls apart. I keep ending up back at square one. I miss my friends.. I miss home.. and I miss my brother.” Sonic silently sobs. The others exchange concerned looks. Thorn reaches and holds Sonics hand tightly “let it out, Sonic..” and Sonics tears keep flowing until they can’t anymore, and he’s light headed from hyperventilating.

Shadow coaches Sonic through some breathing exercises so he can resume normal breathing “I’m.. im sorry..” Sonic says, embarrassed for his little meltdown.

Dread meets Sonics gaze “listen here, Sonic. Ye been facin some crazy stuff nonstop without breaks for a real long time. It was bout time ye was gonna break! Don’t feel sorry for bein overwhelmed.”

Nine adds on “we’re gonna help you get your home back.”

Sonic feels like he’s going to cry again “thank you.. all of you. So much. I.. I don’t know what else to say!”

Thorn rubs her thumb over his palm “you don’t have to say anything more, if anything, we should be thanking you! You’ve been helping us out of the kindness of your heart, helping us see the positive in negative situations.”

Shadow looks away “and.. I’m sorry for yelling at you and beating you up in the middle of shatterspace. I still think you’re incredibly stupid for it, but I’m not angry anymore. I think we might be able to pull this off. We’ve saved the world before, haven’t we?” Sonic nods “you’re right..”

Sonic stands back up and stretches. The group rest up for a while before plotting what to do next about the Chaos Council.

Sonic hates crying or showing vulnerability. He’s mad at himself for letting himself go in that way, and guilty that his friends had to deal with him. He’s thankful, though. If they hadn’t been there, maybe he would have just given up, which is a completely foreign idea to him.

Sonic realizes that it doesn’t matter if these people are different versions of his friends, they’re still his friends and the people he knows them to be deep down.

Dread is still the Knuckles he enjoys bickering with, who is strong, and has a good heart deep down.

Thorn is still the Amy he holds very dear to himself, the kindest soul he could ever meet.

Nine is still the Tails he knows and loves, his scary smart little brother who he would do anything for.

Shadow is still Shadow.

It was this exchange that made him see this more clearly. He feels more comfortable now.

#sonic prime #prime sonic #prime shadow #knuckles the dread #thorn rose #tails nine #miles nine prower

[mrchaosman]

BULLET-E.

(As you walk, the power of The hot desert shines within You).

(Suddenly).

Bang.

(A New Enemy Approaches).

????:* PUT YAR HANDS WH"E"R"E" I CAN S"EE" EM.

*.....

*WAIT.

*I KNOW YOU.

*YOU......YOU.....

(The strange figure came out from the shadows).

:*AZZY.

WHO AR"E" YOU DOIN', PARTN"E"R?.

*WAIT, IS H"E" "E"V"E"N KNOWS M"E".

*W"E"LL, MY NAM"E" IS SH"E"RIFF BULL"E"T-E.

AND W"E"LCOM"E" TO TH"E' DES"E"RT.

*W"E"LL, TH"E" R"E"ASON WHY I SHOOT YOU IS B"E"CAUS"E" THIS PLAC"E" IS MIN"E".

ALL MIN"E".

*SO G"E"T R"E"ADY ANNNNNNNDDDDDDD..

(Pulls his pistol).

*AND DRAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW.

(Battle starts).

(Check).

(BULLET-E 1 ATK 0 DEF).

(THE ICE-E'S DESERT'S FORGOTTEN HERO).

FERALZZ.

(You and Charakis walks in the VIOLET GARDENS, The Power of The flowers shines within You).

Charakis: Wow, I never saying this, Especially when I with someone but this place is..... pretty damn cool.

It kinda reminds me of-

(Suddenly, something interrupted Charakis).

(It's A cute flower.......????).

The Flower: HOWDY, PÆL.

Charakis:..........What The.

Who are you?.

The Flower: IT'S ME, YOUR BEST........

(Suddenly, the cute flower change his face, appearance and size, and become a hideous floral monster).

The Flower???: F I E N D.

(a Vine comes from nowhere and try to rip Asriel's SOUL off).

Charakis: No You don't.

(Charakis attacked the vine, causing it let Asriel down).

Charakis: So you want to play that way, huh?.

The Flower??: OHHHH, SORRY FOR NØT INTRODUCIN MYSELF.

I'M FERALZZ.

FERALZZ THE FLOWER.

AND WELCOME HERE.

F I E N D.

HERE IS

SLAUGHTER.

OR BE.

SLAUGHTERED.

Charakis: alright, Buttface, Scram out of here or else.

(In a creepy tune) I'll enjoy tear each of your petals one by one.

(Feralzz laughs, his laughters are similar to OMEGA FLOWEY).

Feralzz: YOU THINK YOU ARE WAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY SMARTER, DON'TCHA?.

WELL I HAVE SOME BAAAAAAAADDDDD NEWS FOR YOU KIDS.

THIS WORLD IS POINTLESS, WORTHLESS, NOT WORTHY OF LIVING..

YOU ARE WASTING YOUR TIME TRYING TO SAVE IT.

THE WORLD IS REVOLVING BEYOND OUR BELIEFS.

AND I'M IT'S SAVIOR.

I'LL SAVE IT, BY LETTING IT

DIE.

YOU SPARED THEM, DON'T YOU?.

HEHEHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHA.

I BET YOU FEEL TRULY GOOD, ASRIEL.

YOU HAVEN'T YET

SLAUGHTERED

ANY OF THEM.

BUT WHAT YOU KIDS GONNA DO WHEN YOU FACE AGAINST A MERCILESS KILLER.

YOU ALL ARE GONNA DIE.

AND AGAIN.

AND AGAIN.

OVER AND OVER.

OVER AND OVER.

OVER AND OVER .

TILL YOU GIVE UP ON EVERYTHING.

AND WHAT'S NEXT?.

ARE YOU GONNA KILL TO SURVIVE IN THIS MISERABLE EXISTENCE? OR YOU GIVE UP TOTALLY ABOUT IT AND LET ME HAVE THE OPPORTUNITY TO CONTROL YOUR SOUL.

I'M THE KING OF THIS WORLD'S FUTURE DEMISE.

AND DON'T WORRY LITTLE STEEDS, THE PLAN ISN'T STOPPING HERE.

THIS GONNA BE SO MUCH

FUN.

HEHEHEHEHEHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHEHEHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH..

(Feralzz disappeared).

Charakis:........... OK.

#Deltarune Chapter Rewritten #secret bosses

[quarter-past-eleven]

Bakugou can cry on demand. He's also a little shit who can and will use it to his advantage.

It was at this point that Bakugou, to Aizawa's horror, and the rest of the class's utter disbelief, promptly burst into tears.

Or

Bakugou can cry on demand, and he has absolutely no problem using this for his own personal gain. Who knew?

"Wait, why a week? Where are you going?" Uraraka asked, suddenly curious. Aizawa sighed.

"Sadly, although my main job is teaching you problem children, I am also a part time Underground Hero. I've been called in to do a mission, it shouldn't take longer than a week."

"So who do I go to for permission slips?" Bakugou demanded, asking the important questions. Kaminari snorted quietly.

"Present Mic will be covering for me until I get back, he'll be taking over homeroom, as well as continuing your English classes. Ask him if there's any other questions."

Or

Present Mic becomes Bakugou's next victim. Everybody else is too terrified to stop him, and Izuku's too busy laughing to care.

"Either he's gonna get Midnight fired," Kirishima abruptly decided, "Or he'll get himself expelled."

"So what is this, Midnight vs Bakugou? Are we placing bets?" Sero asked, raising an eyebrow. They exchanged glances, silently communicating.

Five minutes later, the group went their separate ways, bets having been placed.

Bakugou vs Midnight. Not one of them had bet on Midnight.

Or

The inevitable happens. Bakugou is a manipulative little shit, and he's finally set his sights on Midnight. Featuring: Nedzu having each law his school has broken bludgeoned into his head by force.

"You understand I could kill you in a second right now? With just a twitch of my fingers?" He jerked out, unable to think anything else. Bakugou sent him a weird look from where he was perusing the popcorn stand.

"Fucking so? I could also randomly develop a fatal disease that kills me in weeks. I could trip and break my neck. A poisonous spider could bite me. Any guy with a gun and decent aim could probably shoot me if I wasn't paying attention." Tomura stared at him incredulously. "The ability to kill doesn't make you special, fucknut."

"But I am a villain. I have threatened to kill you before. I have kidnapped you, and I have hurt and killed hundreds of other people, some of whom you knew. I am likely to kill you."

Bakugou laughed, finally deciding on sweet and salty. "The fuck you are; who's gonna help your ass in skywars if you get rid of me? I'm your only friend that plays video games, you like me too much to kill me."

Tomura's jaw dropped.

...Friends?

Or

Bakugou's already taken over UA, so what else is there to do but take over the League of Villains? (Class 1-A is in despair) (Nedzu is terrified) (Deku's just happy to be included)

@mentallyunawareofpapaya

#bnha #fic rec #bakudeku friendship #mha bakugou #bakugou katsuki #hell child bakugou #mha #mha fic #bnha fic

[yourfifitherealone]

My New Favorite Player (pt1?)

(Art made by @dreamuchuu)

(Dabi has He/It pronouns and Y/N has they/she)

Today, someone is going to audition to have a spot the League. Dabi threw their information papers on my desk and walked out the room I sighed and started to examine them. Their name is Y/N L/N, they were female, very tall in height, Pronouns consisted of They/Them and She/Her and quirk was invisibility. And had dark red hair (probably not good for sneaking and hiding but if needed, they could dye it). They were very attractive, about my age they could use seduction if they really wanted, (they definitely had the looks to do so). I wrote it down and some side comments and thoughts. The recruit was coming in in about an hour Toga had told me she was excited to "have another girl in the family" I bet she was.

When we heard a pattern of knocking on our door we knew it was them we all got to position at our meeting table (yes it is planned) and stayed quiet while Dabi opened the back door. "Hello" "just get inside." Then we started to hear light footsteps but since they were so quiet I lost what direction but I was betting Dabi wasn't gonna show them around because he's him. The door creaked and we all turned to look she looked exactly like she did in the file photos. "Hello" "Hi! I'm Toga Himiko and this is my best friend Jin!" I face-palmed Toga over sharing info to a absolute compete stranger, "too much info Himiko..." I whispered harshly just for her to hear. "Sorry boss" she said with a shrug. Dabi and the recruit sat next to each other putting Y/N in the between us.

"The famous, Tomura Shigarki, this feels unreal to be sitting in a room with someone with such an impact on the world" "Tryna sweet talk him already Y/N?" Dabi teased while circling the ring of his glass filled with an unknown drink. "Heh he wishes, bit honestly I do admire you guys for everything you do" "What is it that we do Y/N?" I cut to the chase. "Well standing for what you believe in you probably had TONS of people thinking you were crazy and think deserved to go to jail and maybe still do. The death threats the name calling the drama and trag talk from the news channels and interviewers that you guys run from, it's nice you guys found each other to share your belief with instead of thinking it's only you thinking like that. And starting to think 'maybe I am crazy?' y'know?"

I was actually stunned by her response I instantly thought she had a place her but we can't be too trusting after the Hawks incident (Dabi still wears that red feather...). "Hm interesting Mrs L/N" "Truly touching!" Twice said wiping a fake tear still, wearing his mask while Toga was leaning her head on Jin's shoulder. Spinner was uninterested in the meeting he was just messing with his knives. Dabi has stopped with the glass thing and leaned back in it's chair, satisfied. Spinner whispered "boring.." "Hush! Tell us another one pretty lady!" Toga exclaims "Yeah another!" Twice agrees while nodding profusely. They freeze looking uncomfortable and nervous with this recently added pressure and attention put on them just now. "Hey it was just one question you can't win a game just by pushing one button once, you see how talented they are~ So, Y/N how far are you willing to go for this cause?"

She sighed and then spoke "erm well I don't have much to give for this or much to stay for really so the only thing I had left beliefs, stubbornness, and dignity, I took and basically ran with it put everything into those same beliefs only for people to think I was 'thinking too much about it' and that the "heroes" help us' and then I found y'all. I'm ready to sacrifice most for this, if not that I don't know what else." "Very very impressive answers" I praised. "Ugh this is just my favorite thing. Emotional and heartfelt things , right Toga?" Toga was actually tearing up trying to hold back her tears, emotional bastards. "You made Toga cry! I'll never forgive you.." Twice said dragging his finger across his throat threatening them "-Im just kidding! It's all good she'll be fine, swear!"

"Just cuz she is a professional speaker doesn't mean anything ahead saying is true or that she had guts" Spinner announces. "Yeahh...or strength, stealth, talent or fearless they could just be a loser with nothing better to do" Dabi chimes in. Toga frowns in disappointment and Twice face changes into a mean face "how do we know we can trust her?" Twice says hugging Toga's neck due to height difference. Everyone's still on edge due to our last betrayal but we helped each other keep calm, stay open, and trusting. "Hey hey don't dogpile on our fan~ We'll give them test based off what you think a recruit should need wether it be paper test or physical trial and error. Are you up for that new player?" She nodded "then that settles it new player waits here you set up the test for them they'll do them then she's in after a few weeks or months of caution just in case. They all got up and ran into the living room to start working on their test, "It might take them a while get comfortable" I said closing the door behind me.

After training her and realizing she had a long way to go but still a valuable asset she's was a LOV member. Not too long after everyone went back to our LOV base (of course we wouldn't take her to our actual home just to train we were definitely smarter than that) while I stayed behind with the new recruit. "When are you gonna retreat home back to YOUR base huh~?" She turned in one of the conference chairs towards me holding her information and my notes on it. "You say I have looks, about 2 to 3 times on this y'know?" She says waving the paper around. I look down in slight embarrassment, "Not flirting just figuring you out for this exact game and see if your a perfect fit to be a player in it." She looked me up and down with a certain look I had to admit it was making me feel something.

"I can be a player in your game" "what?" "nothing." She tossed the paper down and walked over to me; she traced little circles onto my collarbone. Then slowly went down until she landed at my chest. She the rested her palm on it and pressed lightly. I tried holding in my sighs of pleasure but I let out a shaky low breath.

This player to say the least was.... advanced.

She put her unoccupied hand next to me on the wall practically pinning me there. "When was the last time you experienced this before huh?" She said looking at me with a smirk. I tried replying but closed my mouth due to embarrassment. To be honest I haven't done this, ever being a full time villain on the run isn't easy and makes no time for romantic things like relationships; only quick sex and hook ups which I wasn't into. She hummed quietly while her hand reached farther down my stiff body untill she reached the top of my pants, "Do you wanna do this, Boss?"

"Do you think you can just seduce me and her in the league?" "Oh, already KNOW I'm in no matter what the rest think 1. You need more members and 2. I see the way you look at me and the thoughts about me and my skill. Maybe I do need more teaching but I'm great to have on your side and even the rest know that. I don't need to use my body to prove to you, OR anyone else I already know I'm very capable. Now do you wanna do this or not?"

I nodded feeling me droll for her and whatever she wants to do to me. My pants feeling tighter than when I had out them on. My heart was beating so fast I was so excited this..rush is addicting almost. "I-I think you might be my favorite player"

"I better be"

*maybe I could make a part two?😏*~FifiTheAuthor

#my hero academia #mha #mha tomura shigaraki #mha shigaraki #mha shiggy #tomura shigaraki #shigaraki tomura #shigaraki x reader #shigaraki nsft #shigaraki fanfiction #Shigarki fanfic

[tigers-eyes-26]

I Don't Need Saving Epilogue

Epilogue: Tango Tanglers

A Toad dignitary breathed into the mic that was set up in the middle of the central stairs. “Welcome ladies and gentlemen to the Sarasaland Ball! Princess Daisy wants to welcome you all! As you all know this ball is the start of some exciting changes in our beloved Sarasaland.  IF you wish to talk to our dear princess, she will be walking around serving water and snacks. She wishes to only be of service to our people.” A spotlight highlighted the Princess she was in a sleeveless yellow blouse with her broach daisy clasping it around her neck and burnt orange dress pants. She had a black apron tied around her waist. She held up a snack plater with one hand and waved with another.  Everyone clapped and several cheered.

The night went well, people enjoyed themselves. Several people did stop to talk to Daisy, she answered their questions. She made sure she wasn’t trapped in a conversation for too long. She made her rounds like another server would. She made a special effort to hand out waters to those who had danced for a while.

 She noted that Luigi got asked several times to dance. She laughed at him try to dance with people way shorter than him. He looked like a dad dancing with a kid daughter. He didn’t look too out of place when he danced with Piki but that was because Piki used her magic carpet to be the right height. Once a pink Pianta had asked him to dance, she was taller than him and maybe a little too enthusiastic about dancing with a ‘hero’. “Oh… I’m not that great…. Daisy was the one that saved me.” Daisy overheard Luigi confess to his dance partner.

“SO humble even better!!!” The Pinata gushed.  Daisy giggled at the large pink lady swinging a helpless Luigi around the dance floor.

The ball ended at midnight. Luigi stayed after the ball to help clean up.  They finished cleaning up the food and would work on the decorations and cleaning the floors for tomorrow.

Daisy needed a break from the hot kitchen. She walked out to the balcony and looked up at the stars. She was excited for things to change. Someone cleared their throat behind her. She turned to see Luigi. He had rolled up the sleeves of his dress shirt to help out. She invited him over next to her.

“Whatcha thinking about?” he leaned on the banister next to her.

“Mmm, this ball wasn’t so bad, I could hold another one.”

“Next ball can I serve the snacks with you?”

Daisy giggled, “Why? Do you not like to dance??”

Luigi scratched the back of his head. “No…I like to dance… with the right person.” He turned red. Why did he say that?

“Well, you did good out there, I saw you.”

“Thanks,” He turned his eyes from his shoes up to her face. “How about you?”

“What?”

“Do you not like to dance?” He clarified.

She thought about this. “I don’t like to dance in front of people.”

Luigi rubbed his arm and nodded. That made sense.

Daisy gave a loud sign. “It’s not like I lack the skills. I’m a good dancer!” She injected defiantly. “Dancing just should be fun and not about if I am going to marry the person I just decide to dance with.”

I would like to marry you…. He bushed, shook his head, and got back to the topic. “W-What’s your favorite dance?”

She thought about those times she danced like a mad woman in her bedroom to her stereo. Just moving her body to how ever the sound moved her. Daisy’s freckled cheeks turned red; she wasn’t going to tell him that. “The Tango.” She said smoothly.

Luigi thought about what he even knew about the Tango. He remembered seeing a picture in an old dance magazine that had the lady’s leg on the man’s shoulders. That image made his face turn pink and his eyebrows to go up. 

“Yeah, I know pretty dramatic.” Her eyes sparkled playfully, “I bet Mr. L ~loves~ the Tango.”

Luigi smiled at her jab. “He might know how to Tango but…I…don’t.” He twisted his shoe on the floor

“Let me teach you.” Daisy offered her hand.

Luigi paused. “I might step on your feet…..”

“That’s a chance I’m willing to take.” She caught his hand and yanked him close her, other hand landing on his back. He rested his free hand on her back. He took some breaths to clear his head from the dizziness he felt.

“Ready?”

He nodded. Luigi only stepped on her toes a couple of times just out of nervousness. After that he picked it up pretty quickly. He really did like to dance, and she really did have skills.

After a while she slowed the dance. He followed, looking at her face. She let go of his hand and gave him a big hug. “Thank you…for everything.” He hugged her back. She adjusted herself so they could look out over the balcony. The moon was raising over the bamboo covered mountain. A shooting star accented the serene scene.

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Fist Chapter:

Last Chapter:

Next story:

#princess daisy #daisy x luigi #luigi nintendo #luigi #luigi x daisy #luaisy #tango tanglers #nintendo #fanfiction #fanfic #sarasaland #mario kart #mario land #super mario bros #super mario #shy boi #mr. l #dancing #I Don't Need Saving #I Don't Need Saving Epilogue

[team-heavenly]

Chapter 2

The One With the Large Hole

...I’m not even gonna go for the obvious bait but will instead point out that this is actually kinda fitting because of the sentry grate. Covering a large hole.

Ah, well. Anyway.

Yeah, I think it’s pretty odd that the tent is just a corpse of the previous Guildmaster. I’m guessing Totodile staged a coup and took over? Obviously hasn’t found the time to redecorate, though.

So we get to the usual “Partner tries to get their footprint (or, in this case, a flipper) read, partner freaks out at the yelling but ultimately stands strong, partner steps aside so the reluctant Hero can have their footprint read” bit. There’s one tiiiiiiny problem though...

Well of course the poor sentry can’t read her footprint! Togekiss rarely use their feet to begin with and Teresa clearly hasn’t landed, so?? How can you tell she’s even on the grate to begin with?

Oh. That explains it. The sentry is the Fae.

This whole scene gets 1000x funnier once you know who took over for Loudred. Keep this tucked in the back of your mind for later.

“B-but... it’s not a footprint you normally see around here” and some hem-hawing later, our duo is let into the guild. I didn’t take a comprehensive shot of the initial crowd in the upper ground floor because I don’t want the scene to get too overwhelming. The most important character to take inventory for is, of course, the Guildmaster’s right-hand. And I’m pleased to note it’s actually a rather fitting replacement!

👀 Watch out Chatot - you’ve got competition for the gay card. (Also just... the image of Tropius towering over Totodile. Big energy.)

So next is the introductory meeting with the Guildmaster himself...

Oh my god, it’s actually Totodile. He’s just baby! 🥺

Team name time! I think the white color palette was 98% responsible for this idea. But also, just look at this section from Togekiss’s entry on Bulbapedia:

“Togekiss appears to be based on fairies and birds. Its white color and association with peace suggest inspiration from doves, while its triangular belly markings are similar to a snowy owl. Its reputation for sharing blessings is reminiscent of angels.” (Emphasis added.)

...You can see how my hands were tied here.

WAIT SO THE DEFAULT EXPRESSION “YOOM-TAH” CALLS FOR IN ABSENCE OF WIGGLYTUFF IS THE “RELIEF” FACE?! AKADKHFHKFSKHSF

Oh and we got a Defense Scarf! That became Teresa’s since her defense stats leave something to be desired. Andrea received the Fuchsia Bow!

Chatot Tropius leads the team to their room to settle in...

Uh, if you’d stop running in place while trying to fall asleep, I think that’d fix the problem. 😅

Hey, remember how I said the sentry scene is 1000x funnier once you know who Loudred is?

WHOMST?!

Shellshock aside, this is actually a pretty strange case of name replacement. After this, the game refers to him by his proper title:

But I’m cackling. If one of the most brutal Pokémon in existence woke me up by shouting an order at the top of his lungs, you bet I’d go off running (after soiling my pants).

:O Our first look at the full guild! Wait, wait, we can parse this one out...

Based on their placement, we can deduce that the remaining members are as follows:

Dodrio is Croagunk

Magby is Dugtrio

Dusclops is Chimecho

Pineco is Corphish

Beedrill is Bidoof

Psyduck is Sunflora

Nothing remarkable beyond Mewtwo, admittedly. Although... I can’t explain it, but every replacement seems either oddly fitting or utterly comedic. I like this cast of characters!

The morning cheers. Magby is the only one with what looks like an actual pose (but maybe that’s just a coincidence). Everyone else is just frozen mid-walking animation. And Psyduck is sideways for some reason.

The best part is watching Magby and Clefable walk for half a second before they straight up disappear (because no digging animation).

Huh? What was that? Time is going out of wack? Mass outbreak of troublesome Pokémon and Mystery Dungeons? Ehhhh, I don’t really care about that, but I’m dying to know who Spoink is!

NO.

NONONONONONONO-

*Dissolves into a laughing/coughing FIT*

LISTEN IDK WHAT A MUTATED SPACE VIRUS NEEDS WITH A STINKIN’ PEARL, BUT WHATEVER YOU SAY, BOSS!!

*gasps in some air* Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay-

We need to get serious now because the Drenched Bluff replacement was a freaking nightmare.

On my first run through (before I started over to grab the Chapter 1 pics)? Absolutely zero problems. Team Heavenly breezed through the Everlasting Mooring like no one’s business. Heck, we even found this:

(Bruh.)

But this time... this time was merciless.

On the first attempt, I spawned directly into a Monster House on the first floor. (Apparently it’s not just traps that are available this early on... talk about a rude awakening.) I immediately said “Nope” and reset because this isn’t a nuzlocke run or anything, and frankly I didn’t sign up for this nonsense. Which led me to the discovery that the bedroom is hilariously known as:

The Whimsical Furnace.

On the second attempt, a trap failed to activate under Teresa on the 2nd floor. I was moving too fast to react, and by the time my brain caught up I lost Andrea to a Pitfall Trap. Which apparently counts as a faint.

On the third attempt, there was a mandatory Monster House on the 5th floor. (By “mandatory,” I mean the stairs were in the same room as the MH.)

I don’t have a picture of that because I was immediately yeeted into fight-or-flight mode, but thank god that 1) the stairs was only 4 tiles away, and 2) everyone kept using ice shard and splash, so it was just chip damage per turn. Still, it added up fast. I went with the “make a beeline for the stairs” method, but this involved:

Traveling 3 tiles (3 turns) and realizing Blastoise is on the stairs

Using Sweet Kiss for confusion (1 turn)

Praying for him to move before the enemies closed in (2 turns, but this was sheer luck)

Jumping onto the stairs before anyone else could (1 turn)

In short, we barely made it out alive.

On the 6th floor, I nearly gathered enough health to breathe when a Golbat knowing Ominous Wind and Thunder brought Teresa 1 HP away from fainting. (Andrea wasn’t much better off.)

But against all odds, we made it.

Lemme tell ya, it was really hard to keep a straight face throughout this entire scene.

It’s worth noting that the item distribution in dungeons so far has been low-key insane. I had so many items that I actually got a prompt- for the first time in my Explorers history- to empty some of my bag so I could make room for the rewards.

Everything from the Corsola Twigs down (which, btw, I have literally never seen that item in-game before??) was from the Everlasting Mooring. I’m not sure why, but the majority of them were sticky in the dungeon. That might get annoying fast.

Awwwhwhwhw, why do I see this so well?! A cheerful, happy-go-lucky Dusclops that likes to cook... idk it just makes me smile :)

Like the morning cheers, everyone runs in place for the eating animation... although Psyduck is sleeping for some reason.

(Sorry, I didn’t time that shot very well.)

...You said it, Andrea 😓

If you made it this far, thanks for reading!  😊 Stay tuned for Chapter 3: (Insert nonsensical title here). Coming to a theater near you... soon!

#pokemon mystery dungeon #pmd explorers #randomizer #chapter 2 #TIL you can bypass the 10 image limit by using desktop #I also learned you can't make any edits on mobile after this :( #which is a shame because there's some formatting options I like to use that just aren't on desktop #Might have to make the tradeoff though because adding on reblogs is kinda clunky and I'm afraid people might miss them