#the eyes are supposed to be more emerald but this is the closest i could get in the picrew

[devilsrecreation]

Ya’ll I’m not gonna lie, I’m actually thinking about making a Monsters Inc/University oc

I did this monster oc challenge from tiktok a while back and now I’m like “yk what? Let’s make them a monsters inc character”

Everybody meet Atlas

-They’re kind of a mix between a sea monster and a scorpion except their species can go on land and in water

-Randall’s childhood best friend and went to MU with him

-Met Randall in elementary school when he was getting bullied and they (formerly she) beat the bullies with a book

-Used to be a feisty and sassy little shit who would gladly pick a fight but has since matured and become more of a hippie…who would still pick a fight if you messed with their friends. Their heart is in the right place, they just don’t make the best decisions

If you don’t believe me, this was Atlas’ reaction when Randall was kicked out of ROR

- Was a business major in MU but didn’t know what kind of business they wanted to run

-Friend of Art and Squishy during the events of MU (they think Art’s funny and they must protect Squishy at all costs)

-Was NOT proud of Randall when they saw what ROR did to Oozma Kappa at the party and they even confronted Johnny about it

To be more specific, after OK ran out, they (having been a new friend of Art) stomped to ROR and was all “What the hell did you do that for?! What have they ever done to you?!”. After Johnny and Chet told them some bs excuse like “Lighten up, it’s just a prank” and “They’ll never be scary, anyway”, Atlas told them that while they aren’t the scariest monsters around, they’re still the nicest, most hardworking people in school if you got to know them. “They’re better monsters than you jerks will EVER be!”. Then Johnny would say something even more condescending and douchey that ultimately gets himself punched in the face (and Chet punted across the room).

Thankfully, Randall camouflaged himself to avoid both the verbal beating and the embarrassment (cuz if ROR figured out he and Atlas were friends, he’d be kicked out of the fraternity for sure). But he did show himself when Atlas was leaving and the two had a little spat. Randy begged Atlas to just let it go while Atlas argued how wrong it was to do them dirty. It gets to the point where Atlas does the somewhat cliche “You’re not the person I remember” thing, which sours their friendship

-It’s okay though, cuz after Randall gets kicked out of ROR post Scare-games, he goes back to his old dorm and sees Atlas as his new roomate. They make up and still remain best friends to this day

They also made their friendship known to ROR, who are now afraid of them due to Atlas kicking them where the sun doesn’t shine. Nobody messes with either of them now

-I’m thinking Atlas gets banished sometime before the events of Monsters Inc. They were a secretary in the company (either working alongside Celia or they worked on her days off) and somehow found out Waternoose’s true colors after catching him doing something to “save the company” (it wasn’t the scream extractor but it was definitely illegal). Instead of reporting it to the cops or something like that, they decided to confront Waternoose themselves, leading to a fight where Waternoose ends up pushing Atlas through a door, thus banishing them. They eventually get un-banished after the events of MI, but oh boy is Randall in for a surprise

Living in the human world (in a bayou to be exact) is the reason they went from a little shit to a hippie

They have sort of a reputation, where they’re known as “The Beast in the Bayou”

-They can live anywhere as long as there’s a body of water nearby. Whether it’s the ocean or a lake or a river or even a creek in a forest, as long as there’s water, they’ll be just fine

-That tentacle hair can move on its own. It has done some damage

-When they (and possibly Randall) get un-banished, they once again become a receptionist

Or maybe they own a hippie boutique, haven’t decided

#the eyes are supposed to be more emerald but this is the closest i could get in the picrew #rambling in a dead fandom/lh #oc #monsters inc #monsters university #randall boggs

[elliebarker]

you are absolutely insane. + ( e. williams )

category: lifeguard!ellie x competitive swimmer!female!reader oneshot

summary: since your school’s swim season has been let out you convince yourself to get off your couch and go to your local rec-center to get some practice in. ellie has just moved into an off-campus apartment and needs to get a night job in order to keep up with her rent. 

warnings: suggestive, implied smut, use of the word “baby”, mentions of alcohol usage, overall cringy

word count: 2.7k

author's note: as 68..1% of you requested,

“just…just give me a couple more weeks man.” ellie pinched the space in between her brows, very obviously annoyed.

“i’m not doing this again ellie,” a robotic voice came from the speaker of her phone, “i can’t keep covering for you. get a fucking job.”

“but– i’m in class all day! when the hell am i supposed to work?” ellie barked into her phone, dreading the noise complaints she’d get from her neighbors. maybe the size of her apartment was a glow-up from her dorm, but the people living around her sure weren’t. 

“i- i don’t fucking know. drop a class or something? work at night?”

that conversation is how she landed here. clocking in at 6 at a rec center not too far from campus to sit and watch senior citizens go back and forth in a pool and hope they don’t drown so she doesn’t actually have to do her job. decked out in red and white ellie propped herself up onto the towering “LIFEGUARD” chair and watched each of the seconds pass on the big red digital clock displayed on the wall. little did she know today was the day she’d meet you.

you walked, well, rather you were being pulled into the pool by your friend olivia. you guys had been on your school’s swim team together and after mopping around your dorm for almost 2 weeks after your final meet she decided you, and a couple other girls from the team, would meet up at the pool a couple days after school and just, “have fun,” as she had called it. and you decided to go along with it, you could use the excuse to get out of the house once in a while without getting absolutely hammered. you served the area of the pool: a couple lanes taken up, a brunette lifeguard scooping out the newcomers (you and your friends), a bunch of lockers scattering the west wall, holy shit that lifeguard was hot. 

you immediately turned your head back to take in the entirety of the brunette lifeguard, freckled and blush-dusted face with a set of emerald eyes. you noticed a crooked name tag that read “ellie'' before hearing your name being called by our team mates.

“coming!” you called to your friends and jogged over to grab your stuff before heading to lane 6 (the one closest to ellie) next to ashley and began your workout.

ellie was flabbergasted, astonished, she touched god. never in all her years of living had she been so…drawn…to a girl. okay, maybe that was a bit dramatic, but by the moon and the earth you were gorgeous. the way your hair fell on your shoulders, the way your smile shines in the echo-y pool’s fluorescent lights, the way your eyes lingered on her for the right amount of time. she was shamelessly gawking at you. i mean– she had too. it was her job!!! nevermind the lame-o senior citizens in lane 2 that were statistically more likely to drown…she just had to look at the way your arms cut through the water.

the hours lingered on, and to your surprise you had no idea what a couple weeks off would do to you. you were practically panting after each 100. and, obviously, olivia and ashley had finished before you.

“go home,” you said, “i’ve just got a cool down left.” your friends agreed and you turned around to face the flags again. a loud clash, the doors closing, made itself noted behind you before you began the last part of your set.

then, finally, after many flip turns and a few glances at the rec’s lifeguard you were done. you pulled your cap off and slipped out of the pool, gathering all your stuff and heading back. after you finished drying yourself off you looked back at the pool, all the lane lines stripped, holy fuck that was fast to see ellie rolling a cart of flippers back into the storage closet. 

“haven’t seen you around here before,” she smiled. ellie was walking toward you as you finished stuffing your (still soaking) kick-board in your bag.

“my school season is out so i’m just practicing here, when my schedule allows me, before short course starts up again.” you explain, tucking your hair behind your ear. and then realizing how fucking dorky and cheesy it was and how you totally embarrassed yourself in front of your very hot lifeguard.

“cool, cool, cool, cool” you hear her answer, and you could swear you felt her eyes scanning you. you finished zipping up your bag, its ziiip echoing throughout the large and empty pool, having been deserted by all your teammates. wait. all your teammates? like- even your-ride-home-olivia was gone. 

“shit.” you muttered.

“huh? oh, sorry!” ellie stuttered out, realizing how stupid and awkward and probably unprofessional her talking to you was. UGH! I’M SO STUPID she mentally slapped herself convincing herself that it was just her delusion that had pictured up any image of you actually acknowledging her existence.

“no–no, it's not,” you began, “i lost my ride– i– my ride left, i’m…stranded.”

“oh.”

“yeah,” you nervously chuckled

“i mean, this sounds weird, but,” she said, “i could drive you?”

“getting into a stranger's car late at night…” you questioned, like you were pondering it, “why not?”

“okay don’t put it like that,” she giggled.

“nah, man. that would actually be a lifesaver! and i’ve seen you around campus, you don’t give me any reason to suspect you’d axe murder me so…”

“alright,” she smirked, grabbing her keys from the knob of the storage closet door and heading out the door, with you not far behind.

you don’t know how it happened but what was going to a quick drop off at your place from your rec-center’s lifeguard turned into a dance party and the two of you screaming lyrics and hollering out of her window, having the time of your lives. earlier that night, when you first got in the car, ellie figured to blur any awkward silence she’d hand you the aux. turns out, you both had crazy similar music tastes and after that you guys clicked instantly. you were having so much fun and that's why when the bright familiar lights of home appeared in the rear-view mirror you kind of wished you lived somewhere else, farther away.

“thanks, again,” you looked at ellie.

“anytime,” she said, smiling at you. with regret that you didn’t say anything else you closed the car door and walked over to your front door and spent that whole night thinking over her.

unbeknownst to you, ellie would be thinking about you too, not only thinking about you but talking about you to the one person who would always lend an ear to all her girl problems: dina.

“she’s just so” “so what ellie? i need details.”

“pretty? beautiful? gorgeous? perfect?”

“did you at least get her number?”

“oh.”

“oh what ellie? oh my god you dumba–” her NUMBER! ellie thought of course! duh! i’m. so. stupid!!! 

that was her next mission. get your number, your instagram, your anything, hold onto anything to be able to get to know you better. luckily for her, it wasn’t that hard, your visit to the rec-center had not been a one-time thing, in fact you and your teammates had begun a routine. and ellie drank up every glance she got at you. she had gone over and over different scenarios in which she’d ask for your number, “if you ever need a ride again,” “thought you could use this,” and after surveying that they were all equally cringy and accepting the fact she’d never have the same confidence as she did the day she met you she realized, she didn’t have to get your number, she could just give you hers. so, it was a nice surprise to see a little yellow slip, a post-it note, atop your bag adorned with her number and a little “ellie :)” as soon as you were home, showered, and ready for bed you opened your phone, sending a quick, “hey!” and introducing yourself before plugging in your phone and dozing off. ellie would deny it to anyone she knew but she totally responded immediately after you texted her and were, to say the least, disappointed when you didn’t text back after 10 minutes, half an hour, 2 hours. ellie decided to not let her stupid crush affect her and let sleep consume her. needless to say, when she woke up to see a “new message” notification she nearly leapt out of bed.

after the whole olivia-leaving-you-alone situation ellie had offered to drive you home from practice and who wouldn’t take her up on that offer? not to mention that driving home with her was fucking awesome. you got to play anything you wanted on aux and she would always get food with you. it was like meeting your soulmate, you guys had almost everything in common you could talk about whatever you wanted. she was the yin to your yang. whatever foods or things disgusted you, she loved, and she would be happy to take them off your hands. there was no awkward stage, you guys were practically meant for each other.

it had been barely a month yet every time you walked into your rec-center you were greeted with the yelling of your name and ellie sloppily climbing off her lifeguard chair to come up and hug you. you had met dina and jesse, ellie’s best friends, and ellie had met yours. it seems that nearly every waking moment of your day was spent in her company, not that you were complaining. you were sitting on ellie’s bed while she was scrolling on her phone on the floor, back propped up against her bed’s frame.

“hey,” she began, “dina’s inviting me to a party, wanna go?” she asked, turning her head to look at you.

“sure, why not?”

“sick,” she smiled and turned back to her phone, texting back dina, you assumed. a couple hours passed and you were in the bathroom, adjusting your outfit and making sure everything looked good. ellie stepped into the door frame, keys giggling on her fingers.

“ready to go?” she asked, smirking at you. you nodded and followed her out the front door.

noise was blaring and people clambered all around some kid’s dorm. to say the party was full of life was an understatement. you and ellie made your way over to the party’s make-shift bar and poured yourself a cup of your designated drinks. you didn’t have to do much looking to find dina, who was dancing in the middle of the living room. she immediately spotted you guys, deserting the group of girls she was hanging out with, and ran over to you.

“hey guys!” she greeted. lets just say whatever-the-fuck you were drinking worked, fast, because next thing you knew you were dancing, laughing, and joking about things you never would sober. so was ellie. so much so, you don’t know how much time had passed, but you were having the time of your life on the dance floor with some random feel-good song in the background. and ellie pressed up against your back. and you sure as hell weren’t complaining.

you turned around and wrapped your arms around her neck and continued to dance (grind) into her lap. and somewhere though your drunken haze her arms were on your arms, hips, totally feeling you up. and then her lips were alternating between yours and your neck. you both stumbled from the middle of the dance floor, lips still connected, to some wall off to the side. from then on, ellie got more adventurous, for lack of a better word. hands moving every ten seconds. they were cupping your face, then your tits, hips, ass, and then your face again. you couldn’t say you weren’t, either, hands went from delicately perched on her shoulders to the back of her head to desperately grasping for handfuls of her hair. the two of you barely came up for air until–

“let’s move this,” she practically panted, “somewhere else,” pulling you in the nearest unoccupied room. and as suddenly as her hands and lips had left you, they were back on you again. she began wondering again, this time however, her hand pulled at your waistband, waiting for you to nod or acknowledge what she was trying to do. it was you who parted your guys’ lips this time.

“you.” you began, making sure to catch your breath, “are absolutely,” you continued, “insane,” you finally huffed out, before smashing your lips back together and pulling your own hands at your waistband.

(fade to black bc i can’t write smuttttttt)

ellie woke up, groaning, with an awful headache. then, when she finally regained consciousness, she surveyed the room she was in. definitely not hers. her clothes, party clothes, were scattered on the floor and the only thing that remained was her black sports bra. she didn’t even realize there was another living human being next to her until she felt the cool breeze of your peaceful sleepy breath. you were lying next to her, presumably naked under the covers. your hair was messy and knotted and taking up all of the pillow and your makeup had worn off. and you were utterly gorgeous. ellie couldn’t help but smile. bask in the moment. the little time she had left to admire before she realized you were literally sitting next to her, unconscious and topless.

“fuck.” that's all she said. that's all she could say. she was so ready to run, let her flight kick in. and she would’ve, had you not wrapped your arms around her and pulled her back down. you, unconsciously (totally), rested your head in between her shoulder and neck and sighed. yeah ellie thought i could get used to this. 

shoes squeaked and whistles blew. eveything was hectic. you were just trying to get into meet-mentality when a familiar, comforting, voice came from behind you.

“hey baby,” ellie, your girlfriend of 2 months, came up and hugged you. “came to wish you good luck,” she smiled as you turned to face her, catching a glimpse of dina and jesse waving from the corner of your eye.

“aww,” you leaned up to kiss her, “that's so sweet! thank you ellie. and i love you, but, i have to go warm up i’ll be right back.” you said.

“yeah, yeah, babe, don’t let me hold you back.” ellie chuckled and went back to find her seat next to jesse and dina. a couple hours had passed and your first event was coming up shortly. you stretched and made your way over to the blocks. and as soon as the microphone sounded, you were off, you were trying your absolute hardest. and it definitely paid off. when you looked up at the scoreboard next to your lane you checked your time. and you shaved 8 whole seconds. you could barely contain your excitement. once you were out of the water you ran to hug ellie, not caring if you got her wet. (in more ways than one iykwim lol) (im sorry) (that was uncalled for) 

“i’m so sorry baby,” ellie said.

“huh?”

“your 200? you added like, a minute.”

“what?” you were so utterly confused, “oh my god! no,” you laughed in realization, “ellie, that was my 100. it's long course season. i didn’t add anything, i literally went 8 seconds faster!”

“ohh!” ellie said, nodding, pretending she understood anything you just said but congratulated you anyway.

and for being a lifeguard, your girlfriend was a shit swimmer.

“how the fuck did you even get this job.”

“shut up.” ellie was only halfway in, red “LIFEGUARD” swimsuit and trunks on, and she was already turning a ghostly white. “i can… function… in the water perfectly fine.” she said, trying not to chatter her teeth. you reached for her hand to pull her into you.

“your hands are literally purple.”

“well maybe your just super-human and can’t feel how f-fucking cold it is.” that night after you guys drove home ellie was cuddled up by the fireplace, a little cold already forming. you had just exited your after-practice hot shower and were nice and cozy, there was just one thing– person– you were missing. you laid down facing ellie and snuggled up to her. it was the mundane nights like this that were the ones worth living for.

#lifeguard ellie #ellie williams x reader #ellie x reader #ellie williams x female reader #ellie williams x you #ellie tlou #ellie fic #ellie x fem reader #tlou fanfiction #ellie fluff #ellie oneshot #elliebarker #you are absolutely insane

[grandeoatmilklatte]

Undying Love 💍 (Part 1 - The Plan)

My first long fic! I finally had an idea that I could fit into multiple parts, and I'm super happy this idea was for Ominis because he's the best boy and he deserves all the love in the world! This fic will be 3 4 parts (i think). Enjoy!

Undying Love - Part 1: The Plan - Ominis Gaunt x Female MC

Summary: Ominis and MC have become fed up with keeping their relationship and their marriage hidden from Ominis's family. They come up with a plan to rid themselves of his family once and for all - by faking Ominis's death.

1.9k words

Smut/NSFW/18+!! Part 1 contains smut! Characters are aged up and out of school. Do not read if you're under 18!!

Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5!

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MC stared at the rings that adorned her left ring finger, rotating them around, a nervous habit she had picked up in the recent days. 

The first ring was her engagement ring. A silver band with a small emerald stone in the middle, and two smaller diamonds on either side. The second was her wedding ring, a small, thin, plain silver band that matched Ominis’s ring. He would have given her a more extravagant engagement ring, but MC was never one for dramatics, opting for something simple instead. 

Ominis had proposed to MC during Christmas of their 7th year, that day being their one year anniversary. After the event of their 5th year, the pair had become extremely close, developing a friendship that shortly after grew into more. On Christmas Day of their 6th year, Ominis confessed his love for MC and asked her to be his girlfriend. She confessed that she felt the same, and a year later they were engaged. They were married immediately after graduation, having an extremely small ceremony in Feldcroft, Sebastian being the one to pronounce them husband and wife. 

Their engagement and marriage were kept secret for fear of Ominis’s family finding out. MC was a half blood, her mother’s side being the magical half, but that wasn’t enough for Ominis’s family. The Gaunts only wanted their son with a pure blood in order to preserve the pure blood status of their family. They considered Ominis’s courtship with MC “disgusting”, “an embarrassment” and  “tainting the blood line”. Ominis had convinced his parents that they had broken up, but once he heard there had been talks of marrying Ominis off to a cousin once he finished his 7th year, they had to do something. It had been about 6 months since Ominis had finished school and had gotten married, and he could no longer keep delaying his arranged marriage, lest his family become suspicious. They knew their marriage wouldn’t be enough to stop his parents, knowing that they’d likely just kill her and then proceed to marry him off. So after a long discussion they had decided on a plan. They were going to fake Ominis’s death. 

It had taken a long time to convince Ominis of the plan, but he begrudgingly agreed. It had been a collective effort between MC, Sebastian, and Garreth, your other closest friend next to them two. For weeks now, you and Garreth had been working on a sleeping draught that was supposed to slow the drinker’s heart rate enough that they seemed like they were dead. They had tested it out on multiple mice and it was successful, the mice all “dead” but awakening just fine hours later.  Ominis was going to drink this potion, play dead for a bit, then Sebastian and MC would retrieve him, and him and MC would leave. His family cared very little about him, so the hope was that this would be an easy enough feat to pull off, as they would likely turn a blind eye to any minor mistakes the group made, relieved to just be rid of him. 

In order to ensure this went according to plan, Sebastian and MC would be spending a few weeks at the Gaunt house, making sure there was enough time in between their arrival and the start of the plan in order to avoid suspicion. MC was going to play the role of Sebastian’s girlfriend. The Gaunts had only heard of MC, but they never saw her face, nor did they know her name. All they knew or cared about was that she was “dirty-blooded” and thus a bad fit for their son. Since they liked Sebastian, who was pure blooded, it was likely they wouldn’t ask questions about MC, so long as she stayed quiet, played it cool, and pretended to be Sebastian’s. Their arrival wouldn’t seem suspicious either, as Ominis had been splitting his time since graduation between his family home and “Sebastian’s” (he had actually been staying with MC).

This plan had been decided on a few days ago. But it was the night before the three of them were set to leave for the Gaunt’s, and MC’s confidence in the plan had turned to nervousness. Which is how she found herself standing in front of the window of her small home’s kitchen, twiddling with her rings, the symbols of her undying love for Ominis, and her willingness to do anything for him. Anything…even this. 

The sound of the front door opening broke her out of her deep thought. Ominis was home from running errands. He called her name as he walked through the door and she responded, letting him know of her location by the kitchen window. Using the sound of her voice and his wand he found her. Realizing that she was facing away from him, he wrapped his arms around her waist and rested his head on her shoulder. 

“Hello dear. I missed you.” He greeted her as he lovingly placed kisses on her cheek and neck. “I missed you too sweetheart!” She allowed a smile to creep on to her face, unable to deny how happy Ominis made her. She bent her neck to allow him more access to her neck. He showed appreciation for this by continuing his assault on her neck, kissing, sucking, and biting her. Ominis could sense MC was off. Once he had unlatched his mouth from her neck, he turned her around in the hopes of getting her to face him and asked her what was wrong. “Just nervous…” she said softly. She didn’t want to be nervous for fear that Ominis would call the whole thing off, but she also didn’t want to lie to her husband. 

“I am too. I’m still not sure this is a great idea. But we need to try. I won’t let them come between us.” MC could hear the nervousness in Ominis’s voice, but only slightly. His voice was mostly stern and determined. 

“They’ll never come between us, sweetheart. Never.” MC said as she stroked Ominis’s cheek lovingly. Ominis took hold of the hand that was stroking his face, bringing her hand to his lips to plant kisses on it, his lips landing on her rings. “Come darling” He took her hand and using his wand, he led her to their bedroom. Ominis crashed his lips into MC’s, their tongues dancing together. Without breaking the kiss, MC pulled Ominis onto the bed. Within minutes, the two of them were undressed, Ominis’s body on top of MC’s. 

He began to kiss down her body, starting at her neck and working his way down. His lips latched on to one of her nipples. She let out a gasp as he sucked, his tongue swirling around the hardened tip. He showed the same affection to her other nipple before his mouth went down her stomach. He loved doing this to her. It was one of his ways of “seeing” her, tasting every inch of her beautiful body. 

His mouth reached its final destination, between her legs. He spread her legs wide and began planting kisses on her inner thighs. After each kiss he placed, he would follow it up with a bite and a suck of her skin. He could never see the marks he left on her, but she always described them to him. He loved knowing that he had left marks on her. She always described them as little dark patches against her skin that symbolized that she was his. Finally, his lips met her center. He planted a kiss on her before he spread her folds with his fingers and licked a long stripe from her entrance all the way up. She let out a scream. 

His lips focused on her sensitive clit, kissing and sucking on it, which drew out the most sinful noises from her as she gripped the bedsheets for dear life. At the same time, he had two fingers inside her, pumping them in and out of her. Between the sounds of her moans and the sounds of her wet hole, Ominis was in a state of pure ecstasy. He felt her back begin to arch, her hips lifting off the bed, and her walls tightening around his fingers. He was extremely familiar with these actions and what they meant, so he pumped his fingers harder and sucked her harder. MC’s orgasm hit a moment later, her whole body shaking as she screamed his name. He sat up, reveling in the sounds of her panting heavily trying to catch her breath. 

He ran his hands up her body to realign himself with her as she positioned her legs on either side of him, confirming that he was in the right place. He took himself into his hand, his tip already dripping with arousal, and slid easily into her. His pace was rough due to the stress he was feeling about their plan. He was taking out his frustration on her, and she more than welcomed it, letting out loud moans that filled their bedroom. He joined her as his panting turned into deep groans, continuing to thrust into her hard. “Darling, you feel so good. You’re mine, forever. Your body is mine. No one will ever change that. No one is taking you from me.” His voice was low and deep. MC loved when he talked like this. For as long as she knew him, there was always a darkness to him. He hid it well, choosing to stray away from it. He was a good person and she knew it, even if he didn’t think he was at times. But there were rare occasions where his darkness would peek through, and she loved it. “Cum for me darling.” He growled. It was not a request, but a demand, a demand that she met immediately as she fell over the edge for the second time that night. 

He was still thrusting into her, albeit sloppily when she regained her composure after her release. She took a second to gaze up at the man she loved, his pale skin flushed red, his blond hair disheveled, his milky blue eyes rolling back. Even in this state, moments away from release, he was beautiful, and in that moment, she realized that whatever happened these next few days would all be worth it for him. “It’s your turn now, baby. Cum for me.” MC whispered. He let out a whimper as he spilled into her. She could feel him pulsating as he filled her. He rolled off of her and the two of them laid on the bed for several moments in silence, the only sound in the room being the sound of their breaths.

After a moment, MC turned to face him. Ominis, hearing her movements, turned to face her as well. She brought her palm to his cheek, her thumb gently rubbing his face. He closed his eyes, melting into the warmth of her hand. “It’s going to be okay, right?” Her voice was soft. “Yes.” He replied, “Because it has to be. There is no other option.” 

They repositioned themselves so that MC could lay on Ominis’s chest, their arms wrapped around each other. Ominis was the first to fall asleep, his soft snores filling the room. But MC took longer to fall asleep. Her mind focused on one thing only. The plan seemed fool proof. The potion had been tested, the metaphorical seeds of their fabricated story had been planted, but Merlin forbid they actually did mess up. Being caught would mean trouble for the boys, but certain death for MC. 

————end of part 1————

#ominis gaunt #ominis gaunt x mc #ominis gaunt smut #ominis x mc #ominis gaunt x reader

[milfjuulpod]

Ciao, amore.

summary: After signing up to study abroad through your university, you find yourself in Italy. Learning a language is one thing, learning to love, is another.

a/n: idk where this came from ! in my head this would be a full fledged fic of sorts but, i wanted to see what The People had to think. if i continue the story ofc the other chapters would be longer than this 😭 anywho! here goes nothing.

warnings: none

The summer air hit your skin with its humidity as you walked through the city of Rome, anxious to arrive at your first class. You were thankful to go to a university that offered study abroad programs, and even more thankful to visit Italy. You had always had an interest in the culture and country, and being here was a dream come true.

You opted to sign up for a beginners language course, although you studied a bit before coming, a little more couldn’t hurt. Before long, you were at the door of a lecture room, in a beautiful university in a beautiful country, ready to learn a beautiful language. As you swung open the door, you were convinced for a moment that being beautiful was part of Italian culture, as your eyes met with a striking green pair. The curvaceous woman waltzed towards you, extending her hand to introduce herself.

“Hi! Melissa Schemmenti, are you taking my language course?” She asked, eyeing your backpack curiously. As you took in the room for a moment, you realized you were the first to arrive. Nervously, you returned the handshake, “Yes! I am, and I suppose I’m early too,” as you continued to introduce yourself to your professor, you couldn’t help but avoid her gaze, looking everywhere but those eyes. Maybe it was nerves to make a good impression as a student, maybe it was the fear of getting lost in the pool of emerald, either way, by the end of your introduction your eyes were at the floor.

“Well, y/n, I’m excited to have you here in my class,” she spoke, pulling your attention back up to her. You nodded and went to pick a seat, letting Ms. Schemmenti greet the other students slowly entering the room. The rest of the class was filled with her talking about the things you would be studying, a little bit about where she’s from, and allowed a few students to speak about themselves as well. You couldn’t remember much though, you spent most of the time looking at your professor with love struck eyes like a puppy. As the clock neared one in the afternoon, Ms. Schemmenti wrapped up the lecture. “I’ll see you all on Wednesday,” she said, leaning against the desk that sat at the front of the room. As you got closer to where she rested, she spoke to you specifically, making sure to create eye contact. “Hang back for a sec kid.”

Anxiety immediately fell to your stomach, what could you have done on the first day to already get asked to stay behind? You sat in a student’s chair closest to where Ms. Schemmenti was, and waited for the room to empty. Once again, it was just the two of you, and once again, you couldn’t look at her. The silence between you and her was making you even more uneasy, nervously twiddling your thumbs.

“Is everything alright hon? I know it’s only the first day but, you seemed so distant,” she finally spoke, worry evident in her eyes. You felt a little bad, here she was, checking up on you, when in all reality you were distracted by her. “I’m alright, Ms. Schemmenti. Just have a lot on my mind I suppose,” you replied, giving her a shrug for emphasis. She looked you up and down suspiciously, before speaking once more. “Alright, if you say so. I’ll see you on Wednesday, hopefully things will be better?” the professor said as she gathered her belongings to walk out the door with you.

“I’ll see you on Wednesday, Ms. Schemmenti.”

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[cloveroctobers]

no worries at all! i was just kinda thinking a fic where the reader and oj are dating and it’s around the time weird stuff with the alien starts happening around the ranch and one of the times that they hear the screams and the power goes off the reader has a panic attack. i would love to see how oj reacts and i’m sure emerald’s reaction would be pretty funny too haha THANK U!

HOW OJ REACTS TO YOU HAVING A PANIC ATTACK !

A/N: I wrote this in headcanon form since if I tried to write a fic, then this probably wouldn’t be out for another two weeks tbh! Hope you enjoy!

First things first, you weren’t keen on OJ leaving the ranch to go after lucky.

You knew how deep his connection was to all of the horses but at a time like this? When things were surely but shortly turning into hell on earth…you were completely against it.

You pleaded with OJ not to go but he did his best to reassure you that he would be back in no time.

“Whatever y’all do, when it comes…don’t look at it.” He warned the three of you, hand resting on the door knob.

Em rolled her eyes, “you don’t gotta tell me twice! Since you don’t ever listen to your favorite sista, why don’t you listen to y/n and stay yo ass in the house?! It’s not like you know how to stay far from the ranch anyways!”

Angel even threw in his own two cents but when did either of the Haywood’s let the words of the monotoned twenty something year old phase them?

So you watched OJ leave, holding back the breath in your lungs because you sure as shit didn’t want to be out there

it didn’t feel right.

Which is why, yeah that was your man and you were supposed to stick beside him! But your instincts told you to stay tf in the house.

So here you were watching the man you love go after part of his peace.

You were a nail biter, no matter how much hot sauce, salt, or jalapeños your grandmother placed on your nails when you were younger could stop you

Sure it did for like a day or two but that only resulted in another bad habit, pulling at your hair. You could just hear the petite woman—with very heavy hands clicking her tongue down at you right about now.

Sorry grandma, shit was getting crazy around these parts and you were more terrified with another being in the sky right now!

The ticking from the grandfather clock in the hallway didn’t calm you, from em pacing the floor trying to find service—it wasn’t the best up here anyways, to Angel peeking out the window with wide eyes at the weather rapidly changing…did not make you feel any better.

The tv screen proceeded to skip channels on its own, only increasing the beat of your own heart rhythm as you witnessed such.

“Oh hell no.” Emerald kicked the button to the old tv off with her foot as she glanced at you and Angel before messing around with her phone again

The quiet only made the anxiety increase as you could now faintly hear a spluttering sound…a sound you heard once before

“Angel…” you started since he was the closest to the door, “is OJ out there?”

Angel stepped back from the door, “n-n-no but it is.”

“What?” Emerald questioned, you could hear the slight panic in her tone.

The pressure that you previously felt in your chest did not compare to the power Jean jacket had.

The closer it got, your chest felt as if it was about to cave in and you clenched your eyes shut as you heard angel thud around, scrambling the house in search of some type of safety.

You felt the hands of em latch onto your wrist pulling you back towards the couch as she glanced around at the ceiling—feeling it’s presence too

Slamming your back against the couch, eyes clenched shut, and the touch of a Haywood’s…you hoped OJ was safe.

The spluttering sound you heard again

which gave you the impression that Jean jacket might just swallow you all up whole!

sweat began to drip down from the nape of your neck

You never thought much about dying and unfortunately you were stuck thinking about it in these next brief moments

You weren’t sure what possessed you to peek through your eyes but the shaking that did not come from your body must have told you to do so

When you saw it, the blood being thrown against the Haywood’s windows and oozing down the glass was almost enough to permanently stop you from breathing.

You couldn’t take your eyes off what you were seeing but you knew the two hiding in the house with you also saw the same.

It was the sudden horrifying screams from the Jean jacket and the spitting of random objects that followed, made your vision fail you

“Y/N?!” You heard em call to you, the fear written in her voice was enough to match the overwhelming feeling you were experiencing

There was nothing you could do, so you chose darkness.

You were unsure how much time passed before the sound of a horn blowing, made you peel your eyes back.

“C’mon, y/n,” Emerald was impatient as she left your side to pry the front door open, “Angel! Got damn it, Help me!”

That’s when another touch, a gentle one, came around your waist, began guiding you to your wobbly feet when you realized they were trying to get you to flee!

But you couldn’t find your voice although the frown on your brows was enough to show your concern.

“We gotta go.” Was all angel said to you, noting that you did not agree with this

Angel didn’t have that much of a secure hold on you as the three of you made it out to blood and belongings covered porch

Against your will, your eyes turned to the right and up at Jean jacket who was getting ready to hide behind its signature cloud.

It’s hunger must be satisfied…for now…

However you still found yourself slipping out of angel’s hold, making you scream as you became covered in dirt and blood.

Your eyes locked on Jean jacket who seemed to be almost smirking at you, before completely disappearing behind its cloud

Another touch, a much familiar one came underneath your armpits—dragging you to wherever as you never found your footing.

“Angel, drive.” OJ ordered as he sat in the back of Angel’s van beside you

His rough hands gripped your jaw, “y/n. Y/n?” He kept repeating as you kept looking anywhere but at the ebony skinned man

“Focus on me.” He now sat behind you, wrapping his arms securely around your ribcage, applying just enough pressure, “now focus on your breathing, palm to chest, count the beats. You’re fine, you’re with me. We’re alright.”

You easily followed Otis’ instructions, his lips by your ear as you silently did what was asked of you

With your head now resting on OJ’s collarbone you asked, voice hoarse, “where’s lucky?”

“Home for now.”

“Are you okay?” You found yourself asking, hand still resting on your chest

OJ hummed, still keeping a tight grip on a blood stained you, “as long as you are.” He pecked your temple, “ As long as you are.”

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[mama-qwerty]

A Dark Discussion

From the Knucklesverse au. Dark is Dark Enerjak - a shriveled piece of nastiness who only wants to get his power back.

Check out the Knucklesverse guide for more deets.

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The ancient echidna sat curled in the corner, watching the goings-on around him. The younger echidna—the younger hims went about their business, chatting and sparring and socializing as though he wasn't there.

That was fine. He sat in his corner, apart from those who shared his face. Or at least a younger version of it.

They were all Knuckles, but none were like him. He was truly unique. Truly different. For he had tasted power, true, unadulterated power and knew what it was like to be a god. Unlike the rest of these weaklings. These poor imitations of him.

They had potential, though. Some more than others, of course, but they all had the potential to be great. To be powerful. To rule those who were weaker, and bend them to their will.

If only they wanted to pursue that power. It made him angry. Frustrated. Why didn't they want more? Why were they content in their pathetic little lives, living as mortals and doing such benign, boring things? Satisfied with simply guarding that which held immense power? He didn't understand it.

But that didn't mean he stopped trying to convince them otherwise.

The youngest of the batch was closest. A little freak of an echidna who possessed an unimaginable amount of power that seemed to keep him alive. Or some semblance of alive. The boy looked over a jigsaw puzzle one of those humans had brought on their last visit. He furrowed his brow, violet eyes flicking back and forth as he searched for the proper placement for the piece in his hand. The boy chewed on his lip, and a smile spread when he found the right spot and placed the piece. He wiggled in place, happy at his success.

The old echidna sneered. Such pathetic goals.

"Boy," he called, and he made sure his voice sounded weak and broken. It was easier to play on someone's sympathy if he sounded as old as he appeared. "Boy! Come here, please. I wish to speak with you."

The child looked up in surprise, glancing over his shoulder at the others. He wasn't supposed to talk to Dark—the rest of these weaklings always made sure to keep him separate—but they were off, distracted by other things at the moment.

A perfect opportunity.

"Come, boy," he said, and forced a smile to his lips. "Come sit with an old man."

Slowly, the boy stood, making his way over. He kept shooting glances over at the others, especially the tallest of the bunch. But for now, they were all undisturbed.

"I'm not supposed to talk to you, Grandpa."

The old echidna held back a sneer through sheer will. "Really boy, do I look like I could hurt you? Do I have any weapons? What harm could it do to keep an old man company?"

The younger echidna seemed to think this over, before moving closer and sitting before the elder. "What do you want to talk about?"

Dark smiled, leaning closer. "You are a special child, you know. You have so much potential. You could do such great things if you tried."

The boy cocked his head to the side. "Whadda ya mean? What things?'

"You feel that power inside you? From the Great Emerald?"

"Yeah?"

"You could pull more of that power out. It's yours for the taking."

The child furrowed his brow. "Why would I wanna do that?"

Dark adopted an innocent expression. "You want to be good, right? Stop all who are evil and hurt people?"

The boy brightened. "Yeah! I wanna stop bad guys!"

The older echidna smiled. "Then you'll need to be more powerful. You'll need to be stronger. And all you have to do to be powerful, is use more of the power from the Great Emerald."

The boy turned and looked up at the Master Emerald hovering over the Sanctuary. He bit his lip. "I'm not supposed to. Wachowski says that would throw chaos out of balance."

Dark waved a hand. "What does that boy know? His universe is dominated by those humans. He's different from all the rest of us. He doesn't know what it's like to feel real power."

The boy lowered his head, looking conflicted. Dark could tell he wanted to, but the warnings and weak claims of ‘it’s not for us!’ those other echidna had planted in his head were preventing him from doing so.

"Think of all the good you could do in the world, son. And besides, that power is meant for us. We are supposed to harness it, and use it when we need. It's not bad if it's meant to be, right?"

Excitement blossomed in Dark's chest. This was the closest he'd ever been to possibly regaining the power he'd lost. Step one was to get this freak to pull the power from the Great Emerald. Step two was to get him to funnel that power into Dark. Step three . . .

Well. Step three would be when the fun began.

"Lil Z, ye know ye're not s'possed t' be here."

The smile and excitement faded in Dark at the voice. That blasted pirate. What a time for that fool to stick his nose where it didn't belong.

The boy turned, a big smile spreading at the sight of the pirate.

"Dread! I'm gonna be a good guy! I'm gonna--"

"Aye, you will be a good guy, some day," the pirate said, his eyes flicking to Dark before moving back to the boy. "But t'day I think Boom be lookin' for ye. Somethin' about cookies, I think."

The boy's face lit up, and he leapt to his feet to hurry off toward the tallest of the echidna. Once he'd run off, the pirate turned back to Dark, the smile fading from his lips.

"Ye fillin' the boy's head with lies, old man?"

Dark smirked. He wasn't afraid of this pirate. He wasn't afraid of any of them. He knew them too well. They would posture and 'threaten' but never actually do anything.

"I'm telling the boy the truth. He could be more powerful than you lot let him. He could use that power inside him, inside the Great Emerald, and do wondrous things. Just because you all are too cowardly to tap into that power doesn't mean he should be."

The pirate stared down at him, his face like stone. Dark stared back. If one of them flinched in this little stare down, it wouldn't be him.

"Ye think ye're so smart."

Dark's brow furrowed.

"Ye think if ye get t' Lil Z, he'll lift ye back up t' where ye were in yer universe. Give ye the power ye so crave."

The older echidna's muzzle wrinkled in the beginnings of a sneer.

"You have no place to pass judgment on me, pirate," he snarled. "I've heard how you were in your world. Selfish. Greedy. Ready to throw any and all allies to the sharks if it meant you got what you wanted. Don't stand there all sanctimonious and act like you wouldn't step over any one of these other fools if it meant you could regain that power you were seeking."

Dark was expecting the pirate to flinch, but to his surprise, the other echidna didn't. The stony look on his face was still there, only now his eyes narrowed.

"Aye, I made mistakes. I was selfish and greedy and double crossed everyone who stopped being of use t' me. Ye're right about that. Didn't think nothin' of it at the time, was just how I be. Thought that was always how I would be. But that ain't who I am no more. That big gem up there cleared me head. Made me better. And I know what be important now. I know that power ain't for us t' take. Ain't for us t' use."

The older echidna clicked his tongue, rolling his eyes with a disgusted 'feh.'

"Oh, how noble of you," he said, his voice dripping with venom. "Then you're a fool just like the rest of them. This power is something we're destined to control. It's our birthright. We are the guardian of the Great Emerald, controller of chaos, and we alone are meant to wield that power as we see fit. Why should it remain free, untapped, and unused? It's there! Right there for the taking! Why am I the only one who seems to understand what it is we're meant for? What we're capable of?"

"We Knuckles be capable of much more than ye seem t' understand," the pirate said, shaking his head. "Having power ain't the end all. It's what ye do with that power. I went mad from the Prism Shard. All that power went t' me head, and jus' made me want more. There ain't no end t' that, it be like fillin' a bucket with a hole in it. The more ye get, the more ye want, and the cycle continues. It don't fill ye, jus' leaves ye empty."

A wicked smile curled Dark's lips at that. This echidna was just as foolish and righteous as the rest of them. A naive fool who was more interested in 'taking the high ground' than doing what needed done. He'd stand here and give his little moralistic speech, patting himself on the back for being so much 'better' than Dark, then wander off feeling so damn proud of himself.

They were all so predictable.

"Then you're just as weak and cowardly as the rest," he spat, settling back against the wall. "All bluster and no bravery to back it up."

The pirate moved faster than the old echidna expected, his sword tip digging into Dark's chin.

"Ye seem t' have me confused with one o' the others," the pirate said, his voice low and dangerous, a sly grin on his lips. "See, I ain't like them. I know what I be capable of. I know what power feels like. I have done things that many o' them would think was, well, not very nice, if we're being honest. So ye don't scare me. Ye don't tempt me. Ye be nothing t' me."

Dark liked to think of himself as unflappable, as someone who wouldn't feel anything but contempt and revulsion toward these other echidna. They weren't like him, they were so weak and had no idea what true power and force felt like.

But this echidna . . . he was different.

"I like t' think I be a different man than I was when I first arrived here," the pirate said, that grin widening. "But there be some things I cannot abide by. So I give ye one warning. If I ever, ever see ye speak t' that child again—hell, t' any o' the ones ye consider 'weak', I will split ye from yer guts to yer gizzard in a heartbeat." The grin turned into an absolute jeer. "Be I clear?"

Dark swallowed. He looked into this echidna's eyes. Normally, he'd think this was just a scare tactic—a few of the others had done the whole 'stay away from the others' posturing before, and it was about as effective as a little slap on the wrist.

But this one?

He meant every word.

Which made Dark smile.

"If you did that, what would the others think?" he asked, his voice soft and dripping with sugary innocence. "The horrible pirate, who claimed to be reformed and so different now, brutally murdered one of their tribe for the crime of speaking to the others. I suppose he wasn't as reformed as he claimed. Maybe he's just the same horrible, selfish, brutal person he was before he came. Maybe he doesn't belong here after all."

The pirate's brow furrowed, and his smile faded. But the look on his face never really changed. There was no shock, no doubt, no conflicted expression.

The look in his eyes, though. That changed.

It became harder. Sharper.

He leaned closer to Dark, his voice the sound of sharp gravel.

"Then I will leave. But at least I will know in me heart that the others, that the boy ye tried t' trick, will be safe from ye. That ye won't be here tryin' t' hurt them." He pulled back slightly, and gave a little nod. "Aye, that will soothe me heart and let me sleep well at night, knowin' all that."

Dark's smile faded. This wasn't going the way it should. Not at all. This echidna, he should have been simply threatening, doing that whole selfless 'I'll die protecting those I love' thing that seemed hardwired into a Knuckles. (At least these Knuckles. He'd never felt such a thing.)

But this was backwards. The pirate wasn't claiming to sacrifice his life for the others, he was threatening to kill for them. To sacrifice his own place in this blasted pocket dimension for the others' safety.

This pirate was playing Dark's game, and he was better at it.

"You sound sure of yourself," Dark said, and he tried very hard to keep his voice steady. He'd been thrown for a loop, and it was unnerving.

"And ye sound like ye're questioning me sincerity," the pirate said, his smile turning more into a smirk. "A very dangerous tactic when dealing with a legendary pirate captain such as meself. Would ye like t' push me a little more? How sure are ye of me virtuous nature?"

Dark sneered. He'd have to watch out for this one. He wasn't as stupid as he seemed.

"Enough. Remove your sword, pirate. You've made your point."

The pirate snarled, digging the sharp tip in for another second, before pulling it back as he stood.

"I hope I have," he said, sheathing his sword before crossing his arms before him. "I'll be watching ye."

Dark gave him a little smile. "And I'll be watching you."

The two held their gaze for a long moment, before the pirate threw him another snarl and turned away.

Dark watched him go, brow furrowed. That was certainly an . . . interesting exchange.

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[dulcesiabits]

first crush, second love.

summary: some drabbles for my @shepherds-of-haven MC and Chase involving an animal soulmate au (i-iii), and realizing when they're in love (iv-v). A compilation of some pieces that I like the best out of my recent SHOH works!!!

notes: 2.3k words, drabbles, suggestive content (nothing explicit), soulmate au, depictions of animal injury, introspection

i. The Cat

As was the manner for all creatures of its ilk, the cat had a habit of going wherever it pleased, with no prior warning to Qilan; whatever mythical quality it should have had as the manifestation of her soulmate’s soul meant very little to a cat. It could disappear for days at a time, and then reappear on her window the next day, batting at the glass to be let in. On other occasions, it would leap into her lap, purring loudly until she scritched its chin or behind its ears, lolling for hours in its new spot. 

Qilan, in turn, was content to leave it alone. Chasing the cat would only serve to lose its trust forever. Once, when she was a child, the cat had been more affectionate, more playful; it was a sleek black kitten like a stain of oil that would shadow her steps everywhere she went, clumsy kitten paws that kneaded at her back and mewed until she picked it up. It snuggled with her at night, hissed at the neighborhood bullies for approaching too closely, and licked at her wounds when she scraped her knees running in the forest. 

It had been her only companion when she spoke the unknown word and her village disappeared, and she was left alone with nothing but a knife and her own wits to survive. It slept in the curve of her body, warmed her on the cold winter days, and would nibble on scraps of fish she managed to catch off the coast.

Perhaps her relationship with the cat changed the day the kitten started growing and sporting fresh wounds on the daily, a reflection of her soulmate’s own physical body. Each time, she would mop up the blood, bandage the wounds, and stroke its sleek back as it curled up in pain. Eventually, the wounds stopped, but so did the cat’s affections, and she wondered what that meant for her distant soulmate.

Still. Still, the cat was her constant companion, her only friend, and she would not hold it so tight to her that it ran away. No, better to coolly love it a distance, if that was the only way to love it at all. Soulmates were a pretty fantasy; if she were to meet hers, Qilan wasn’t sure she could give them what they wanted if they expected flowers and romance, when she herself didn’t know what love was supposed to feel like anymore. Perhaps if she rolled the word around on her tongue enough, she could call it back to herself, drawing on that dangerous wellspring of power, bubbling deep within her.

But words, as she had learned, were dangerous. To speak was to give them power. To confess was to give something to the world that you could never take back.

For now, it was just her and the cat, who would only creep close to her when she appeared to have fallen asleep at night, emerald eyes gleaming in the darkness as it held watch. Love, but only if you couldn’t call it such, only if it was at such a distance it could be mistaken for something else.

ii. The Swift

The bird never stopped flying. 

Chase has long gotten used to the way it swooped and soared, wings beating in an eternal rhythm. Most days, he didn’t even notice it, caught up in a new scheme or spot of mischief, the little thing so far out of sight. But sometimes, sometimes, when he looked up at the endless blue of the sky, it was all he could see.

He never put much stock in soulmates or guardian animals: a connection the One-God gave you, someone destined to love you and to be loved by you, their soul manifesting in an animal to watch over you? It sounded like a load of shit, cooked up by the Autarchy to explain away magical creatures that followed people around. Perhaps the closest he had ever come to believing in it when he was little, out on the open sea, among the spray of salt and wind.

Back then, Chase loved the bird. It flew next to him as he balanced along the mast or hopped his way up the crow’s eye, and if he could keep it in sight, he believed he would be safe. It chirped out little songs for him, and he would pretend it was his soulmate sending him messages. Even then, he couldn’t fully believe in the idea of someone out there, born solely to love him. 

Later, the bird felt more like judgment. It watched as he was left behind. It watched as he made his way into the employ of a different father. It watched the blood on his hands. It watched as he made his way back to the sea, and then back to Haven. The bird was his only witness to his gorey past, and through it all, it kept flying.

Soulmates. What a hideous thought. As if he would start letting someone tell him what to do, much less who to love. In defiance, Chase slept with anyone who caught his eye, even when, through the window, he watched the bird soar. He flirted, he dallied, and most of all, he promised himself that if he ran into his soulmate, he wouldn’t love them, if only to spit on the idea that they, a stranger, would somehow be the one for him.

Chase envied the bird sometimes, for its wings and its freedom. The swift was a bird that never stopped flying, even when it slept. Where was his soulmate going? Why did their bird always fly?

What did it matter, though? As long as he could run through the streets of Haven, unbound to anyone but himself, then that would be a type of flying, too.

iii. First Meeting

Her cat bounded along and nipped at her ankles, twining between her legs with an unusual urgency that almost had Qilan trip as she flew down the streets of Haven. Where had the wily thief gone? He had taken her medallion, and without it… if the Inquisitors were to stop her…

Her eyes darted wildly, bouncing from unfamiliar face to unfamiliar face as she sped down narrow alleys until slick cobblestoned streets gave way to the weatherbeaten wood of the wharf and the fresh seabreeze rolling off the piers. Qilan slowed, but her cat did not, and it slammed against the wooden door of one of the nearby warehouses, claws leaving deep grooves. 

“What the–” She heard a nearby man say, startled out of his slouching position by the cat’s yowling.

Her cat reacting like that could only mean one thing, but there was no time to think, no time to pause: she called within her and her magic crested, rushing through her as the wooden door exploded inwards.

Both Qilan and the cat slipped in, the man– a guard, she assumed– flustered as he ran in after her.

Smoke. Charred pieces of wood. Confused shouting. A swell of panicked bodies in the aftermath of her spell.

And her cat, dashing through it all, straight at a little fluttering bird. Her cat purred, nuzzling at the bird, their forms melting into the sunlight that fell across the dusty floor.

And behind them, a man, the same insouciant thief who had taken her medallion and ran. He caught her gaze, smiled, but there was no warmth in his eyes. They assessed each other, his eyes snagging over her uniform, the unmistakable glow of the iladrin, the hilt of her dagger. In turn, she noted the ease in which he held himself, belying the tension coiling under his skin, like a predator ready to pounce.

Briefly, Qilan recalled the old Ket superstition that your soulmate was not someone you were supposed to love, but to kill, your greatest enemy.

“You blew up my hideout,” the thief said mildly.

“My apologies. You can bill it to the Shepherds,” she said, not sounding sorry at all. “You stole my medallion.”

The thief tossed the medal in the air casually, a miniature sun glittering, before catching it again with the same hand, all the while never dragging his gaze from hers. Qilan almost relaxed. This, at least, was easier. Violence was a language she could understand: the kiss of cold steel, the dance of two bodies locked in battle like a lover’s embrace. 

“Is it?” he asked, still languid. “Are you sure?”

The Ket thought a soulmate was someone who had seized the weakness of your soul, held it captive as a fragile animal. To protect yourself, to keep yourself safe, you had to strike first. Kill before you are killed. Hurt before you are hurt.

“Why don’t you come closer so I can check?” she said innocently, and her smile was all teeth.

As her father had taught her, strike at a vital point. Incapacitate the foe in one swift movement. First blood drawn.

iv. First Crush   

Qilan doesn’t fall in love.

She knows the right distance to keep with all her flings, knows how to carefully cool the embers of burgeoning passion before they spark into something real. It’s easier to leave in the night than the morning, disentangling herself from warm limbs, as if she was never there in the first place. 

That’s how she prefers it, too. Quick, easy, simple. No time for feelings to bloom, for someone to mistake her courtesy as affection. 

Chase, at least, understands this the most out of any of her previous partners. Lust and passion, admiration and flirtation, but nothing more. Bodies are nothing more than bodies, in the end.

But one night, he stays. 

It’s an accident. There are always lines they were careful not to cross, but people get careless, especially in the middle of warm, drowsy pillowtalk, of legs playfully entwined, of deep green eyes, catlike and grinning, even in the dark.

She trusts him, as she trusts all of her friends. But maybe she trusts him too much, because when she falls asleep in his arms, he’s still there the next morning. 

Qilan doesn’t even have time to be surprised, not with the sun shining gold across his face. His face is open, vulnerable, peaceful. No schemes, no insouciant manner, no tawdry looks. It’s just Chase, not the Prince of Thieves or Captain Trinaeste.

And she smiles to herself, her hand drifting across his forehead to sweep a soft brown curl behind his ear. She could lie here forever, playing with his hair, tracing the curve of his nose with her finger. It’s when her thumb brushes across his lips, no heat, no lust, nothing but naked affection in the gesture, that Qilan freezes.

That’s when she knows she’s fucked. 

And then Chase catches her wrist, sly green eyes opening, expertly flipping her hand to brush his lips across her knuckles, asking if she wants to go for another round. 

And of course, she says yes, because that’s what their relationship is supposed to be. Playful lust and friendly admiration. No love. Nothing like that.

Thankfully, Qilan has always been a good liar.

v. Second Love 

If anyone asks what Chase thought of Qilan, he would feed them stories about the Hero of Haven. 

Tales of her exploits, her courageous deeds and boundless wit and charm, and, to wrap it up, a cheeky wink about how he knows her closely and personally. That’s enough to satisfy most people, if not scandalize the rest. That’s what people want to hear, anyways, about myths and legends and people larger than life.

He’s always been one to keep his card to his chest, so no one has yet to figure out that he only talks about Captain Sun, the Hero of Haven, instead of Qilan. 

They have a good relationship, and it’s nothing other people need to know about or even understand. He tucks away the memories of her hair, a pink sunset around her head on his pillow, and the way she whispers his name when she has a particularly juicy story to share, and how her eyes light up when she makes some ridiculously complicated academic breakthrough he can barely understand. No, those memories, more precious than the jewels he steals, aren’t meant for other people to know. The people can have the Hero of Haven, but Qilan is his. She’s his friend, the partner he likes to sleep with when they both want to blow off steam. Both of them are good about never spending the night. There’s no fuss, no late-night neediness.

But one night, she stays.

He only intends to rest his eyes a bit, to wait until Qilan had slipped into slumber before jumping out her window. Maybe he’d pretend to doze as she slips off, her steps vanishing down the hallway. But when he next opens his eyes, it’s dawn, and it’s too late for anything but regrets.

She stirs, and he stills as she runs a hand through his hair, traces the planes of his face. This is dangerous, and Chase catches her wrist, her thumb burning on his lips like a confession. He feigns innocence, asks for another round, and she agrees, easily slipping into their familiar routine.

He’s royally fucked, though he can’t admit it yet, not when there’s a chance to escape.

Chase doesn’t fall for people. They fall for him, and he leaves behind a trail of stolen hearts and spurned lovers. It’s dangerous to fall, with no guarantee of safety, no backup plan, no shelter in sight. Because he doesn’t make mistakes like falling in love, not anymore.

If he keeps telling himself it’s not love, then one day, he might be able to believe it.

#liya writes #liya’s ocs #shepherds of haven #interactive fiction #chase trinaeste #qilan sun #It's a bit different from my usual work but... shoh chokehold real. making you guys look at my girl!!!! #so... what if you were an emotionally repressed Mage who liked sleeping around #And i was an emotionally repressed thief who liked sleeping around #and we were FWB who accidentally fell in love and neither of us expected/wanted that to happen so now we're both malding #and then we kissed instead of talking about our feelings. haha jk. unless...? :blush:

[amayadartan]

11

The morning after she arrived at the castle, Amaya awakened slowly. Her mind was still hazy as to all of what happened in the forest. She was still in the medical ward of the Palace, so the room she was in was nowhere near as elegant as one of the suites where guests and residents alike were housed. It was, however, rather homey and not stark like a hospital on Earth would be. The walls were painted in a deep emerald green, the drapes a golden color that complimented the walls, and her bed was carved wood of some kind that was a few shades darker than the drapes. To Amaya, it reminded her of something from the Victorian or Edwardian period. All of the furnishings and fabrics were soft and warm colors, and appeared very expensive.

Sitting up in the bed, she noticed that at some point, she had been redressed. Gone were her hiking boots, cargo pants, and flannel, and she was now in a soft, pastel gown in fabric she wasn’t sure what it was. She hoped that it had been a female who redressed her and not Dartan. Heaven forbid! As she sat contemplating that, there were two little chirps next to her in the bed. Turning her head, she saw the little chinchilla type creatures from the night before that had been on the strange men’s heads. They were looking up at her with big open eyes and…smiles? Oh…and they had such white…teeth. How nice…

When Amaya didn’t move or respond the little beings jumped up and down and chirped again. Her head tipped, she had no clue what they were wanting. Then one came over and bumped her hand, and she understood - they wanted petted. Seeing the size of their teeth, she was a little cautious, but still reached her hand out and petted the one closest anyway. Something akin to a high pitched trill type of purr came from the small being and the other one bounced in what seemed to be excitement, chirping and looking at her.

“So you two are friendly? I get it.” In a way she figured they were, they had been “riding” on the heads of two of the men last night who had been helping her, but those teeth! Amaya was glad they liked her. She wouldn’t want to be on the receiving end of one of those bites! Guard furry softballs, that was something new.

“I see you have met your guardians,” a deep male voice from across the room had her head jerking up and her yanking the covers up almost to her chin; which hid the two small beings that were now on her lap chirping happily. He held up a hand and gave a soft chuckle. “I’m sorry Amaya, I did not mean to scare you.” He then gave a short bow. “I’m Ollandrius, but most just call me Olly.” He gave her a warm smile, which she thought made him look like some kind fo Disney prince. Were men supposed to be that handsome in real life?

Brief flashes of the night before went through Amaya’s mind, and his face was in them. He was kind, warm, and she had a recollection of protection from him. She relaxed and lowered the covers some, nodding and returning his smile. “Sorry, I guess I’m just a little on edge. The last couple of days have been a little weird and…” she shut her mouth and her brows drew together as she tried to figure out how to even put it into words.

“Eventful?” Olly offered as he stepped into the room, drawing out a light chuckle from her this time and a nod. “We kind of got that idea when Dartan summoned a couple of demons when he lost you in the forest. Although, your little friends there, and their friends, did keep you safe until we found you.” His smile had not faltered, and it made Amaya feel more relaxed. He wasn’t a small man, but she could almost feel goodness radiating off of him, safety. For Olly’s part, he was studying her, trying to see if there were any lingering effects of the mushrooms or being out in the forest exposed to the elements.

“Uh, yeah. I’m sorry that I caused you or your friends any trouble. I goofed up a spell.” Her face fell and she looked at her lap where the little beings were snuggling against her and ran her hand through their fur. They even felt as soft as chinchillas. “This is all my fault, everything is is my fault.”

“Or, you were given a bad one by someone that should not have been trusted. We’re looking into all the possibilities now. No more apologies, and no more sadness. You are a guest of the King and Queen, and there is no reason for it. When you are doing better a whole suite is being prepared for you. You’ll be taken care of here.” The poor human. She probably wouldn’t get to stay one. Like Delilah, existing in a world that she knew was full of monsters and demons would be too dangerous if she stayed one. If they couldn’t teleport her, staying in Imperium would most definitely be too dangerous, and it had nothing to do with the inhabitants. The mushrooms had proved that. Olly was worried about her.

“Uh…what about Dartan?” Were they going to make her live with him? He hated her. He blamed her for everything, and after she got lost out in the forest, he probably hated her more. The last thing she wanted was to be stuck living with him. Maybe they could just kill her and let her go wherever it was that her soul was supposed to go? Or because she was bound to Dartan, would she just end up back here?

Olly took a deep breath, this was going to be slightly awkward. “You won’t have to see him anymore.” He saw the confusion on her face, so he continued. “You’re bound, so it’s not like he can go far, but it was the belief of the Queen that you would be happier if he were not in your immediate vicinity, and that there were others here in the Palace who could help you get acclimated to everything much easier. She was quite insistent.” He had to chuckle, he was putting it mildly. He was pretty sure if she’d been confident his head would not have regrown she would have removed it from his shoulders the previous night.

“Oh.” Amaya said simply. She didn’t know how to feel about that. Truthfully she wasn’t sure that she knew how to feel about any of it. How was one supposed to feel in a situation like she was in? Had anyone ever been in her situation? She doubted it.

“Are you ok?” Olly was worried about her. “I know it will take some getting used to here, but you won’t be alone. Arch, he’s a mage that helped heal you last night, and I are going to help you. Arch can help you with your magic. He’s kinda good at it.” He gave her a teasing wink that made her smile.

“I just feel kind of lost. The whole bonded or married or whatever…” she kind of waved her hands around a bit as her lips pursed, “was a huge shock, and I know he hates me for it. I can’t blame him. I brought him here and now he’s stuck with me. I’m sure he’s glad that he’s free of me, at least we get to live in a castle.” She smiled a little again and shrugged. She really did feel so very lost.

“He was worried about you. Dartan’s always been an asshole from what I can gather, but he was worried. So, he doesn’t hate you. Hate the situation, that is a possibility, but that’s not the same as hating you.” He tried to reassure her, but he could tell she was still upset. Lost might be the best description for it. She really didn’t know where she was, that was going to come as an even bigger shock to her, and wait till she met some of the residents. Maybe they’d take things VERY slowly.

Deciding that making her feel somewhat at home might be a good start, Olly decided to start with breakfast. Since the kitchens could prepare anything that was made on Earth, the sky was the limit for whatever she wanted. Once he had her order, he promised to be back shortly with food and the all-important coffee. He also let her know that some fae that were the size of six year olds would be in shortly to take her measurements and talk to her about clothing. What she had on was a gift from the Queen, but she would need more than one nightgown for her stay there.

With that, he ducked out, and Amaya was alone in the room with the two little fur balls again. Laying back, she let them cuddle up next to her and stroked their little bodies, and she thought about everything Olly had said and tried to pull details from her memories of the previous night. They came in bits and pieces, just fragments, but she at least knew she felt safe with Olly, and since she was apparently now living in Hell, that was a start.

#the imperium chronicles #writeblr #my writing #my ocs #dark fantasy #fantasy #fiction #new chapter #original story #witchcraft #magic #spell goes wrong #spell gone wrong #spellcasting #mage #Horseman of Conquest #Olly #Amaya #Dartan #Arch #Olly x Amaya #Amaya x Dartan #witch #spectre #original characters #original character #original fiction #original writing #original fantasy #original content

[tornsurvivors]

Show me how much you missed me

Either pre-third war or secret meet-ups while Syl was warcheif

No one would suspect her. Not the redhead Sin'dorei rogue making her way through a town that was not bound to either faction. A neutral town. Not quite a friendly town for civilized beings, but it was better than nothing at this point. There wasn't a safe location to harness a portal and step through without being detected by enemy mages in Durotar. Not with the powerful energy signatures like Jaina's... and they certainly became more aware of her after she nearly wiped Orgrimmar out with a tidal wave.

Several goblins scurried past her, and she shot a dirty look at them when they ogled her. Well, more like ogled her sack of gold.

One little flash of the blade in it's sheath, and the goblins backed off -- grumbling as they hurried off to the black market. Ah, good ol' Booty Bay. A popular spot for pirates, thieves and scummy bastards. It was still a neutral zone anyway, any Horde and Alliance members would have to be idiotic to even try start a fight here without getting blasted to smithereens. That is if getting kicked out doesn't work.

Confident she wasn't being followed, she made her way towards the building closest to the shore -- the inn. Her skin tingled, and her heartbeats quickened. Just the knowledge of who's waiting for her made this all more thrilling. But it also made her heart ache, both in the good and bad way. She simply followed the familiar signature of necrotic energy, till she reached the room at the very top of the building. Where they had a view of the ocean.

Placing a hand on the doorknob, Jaina stopped for a moment and breathed out shakily. She could feel Sylvanas on the other side of this door. How long it's been?

She did not know the answer till after she spoke a code in Thalassian, that only they both understood. A secret code. Once she heard the other half of the code, she entered and shut the door behind her quietly. Eyes that were supposed to be blue, instead emerald green, settled on the woman casually leaning against the wall with a smirk.

She still did not know the answer to how long it's been as she tried to see through the disguise Sylvanas had donned. Just another Sin'dorei, rather than the fearful Banshee Queen herself. Sylvanas didn't speak, though Jaina only needed to read the movement of the elf's long ears to tell that Sylvanas was waiting. Expectantly.

Right. Jaina gave a quick wave of her hand, placing the soundproof and energy-proof wards around the room. Along with a soft click of the lock turning.

"I must say, Proudmoore... you look exquisite as an elf."

Too Tidesdamned long, that's the answer. Felt like a century. Gods, just hearing Sylvanas's voice was enough to make her weak in the knees.

"Couldn't you have picked a more convenient place?" Jaina answered in perfect Thalassian with a sigh, dropping the illusion she had chosen for their secret meet-up. She was in her Lord Admiral uniform, but minus the gauntlet and pauldrons. Her hair still in it's braid, but it's messier now and more strays escaped from it.

Then Sylvanas dropped her illusion, and Jaina caught her breath.

Yes... definitely too long.

Despite being slightly jarred by the burning crimson eyes and the near pallid skin, it was still Sylvanas somewhere in there. She could easily tell by the way the elf would appraise her and she swears she could feel the warmth Death failed to take away in that stare.

"I figured it would save us both time and hassle of traveling too far since we both were already in Eastern Kingdoms." When Sylvanas turned her head to look out the window, Jaina felt both relieved and bereft. Relieved, because she wasn't sure how much longer she was going to contain her emotions the more Sylvanas looked at her. Bereft, because she wanted those eyes to drink in the sight of her and make her feel like the most desired creature in existence. Just like how Sylvanas's touches would often do so. "And I thought you may would appreciate the ocean view." Sylvanas added, lips quirking the slightest.

Jaina breathed out a scoffing laugh and closed the distance between them, hands moving up to fist the elf's leather top and pulled. Crushing their lips together into a kiss that was almost desperate, but passionate all the same. Deep, and messy. Before it slowed down and became soft, till Jaina was the one that pulled back just enough to murmur, "I see you're still a sap."

They didn't need words for how much they miss each other. Not when their eyes always did the talking for them and bared their souls more than one could anticipate.

#long post / #𝖩𝖠𝖨𝖭𝖠 𝖱𝖤𝖫: 𝖲𝖸𝖫𝖵𝖠𝖭𝖠𝖲 » the sea and the pull of the moon #blue-eyed-banshee #DRABBLES » memoirs of a torn survivor

[unisexobject]

Chapter I. Welcome To Hellfire

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Summary: You are the newest student at Hawkins High harbouring a secret and dark past. Struggling to fit in and finish your senior year in one piece, you find yourself befriending the town freak. He slowly coaxes you out of your shell and you suddenly find yourself falling head over heels for your best friend. As if the stress of that isn't enough, an interdimensional monster threatens the lives of your new friends and subsequently Hawkins as a whole. What happens when your past comes back to haunt you, leaving you at the mercy of Vecna?

Warnings: Past trauma.

A/N: Never in my life have I written a fic, but here we are. Not the first time a curly brown-eyed man has made me act up. Imagine Stranger Things is set over the course of a year, along with you and Eddie forming a friendship throughout that time. This will be a part of a larger story. I'll be posting regularly to keep Eddie stans full and fed. Best friends to lover trope alert. I also like to recommend a song for vibe purposes. Onwards!

Song Rec: Welcome To The Jungle Guns N' Roses

Calling your first week at Hawkins High an absolute mess was putting it lightly. Wandering around aimlessly, perpetually searching for your homeroom, perched awkwardly next to unfamiliar classmates and sitting alone to the side in the cafeteria at lunch, were just a few star highlights. 

Moving to Hawkins Indiana was hard enough, especially with a disconnected family who barely took the time to talk about anything other than small infinitesimal things that occurred that day. This town was supposed to be a fresh start for you, for your family, but everywhere you looked held benightedness. 

Ever since you crossed city limits, a terrible sense of dread and impending doom loomed overhead. You had heard rumours and twisted whispers of how this town was supposedly haunted. Cursed by strange disappearances and unexplainable deaths were among the few stories you heard in passing. 

You had no idea why on earth your parents thought that such an isolated and albeit creepy town, would be the star destination for new beginnings. Yet, you persevered, too mentally exhausted to put up a fight. Not when this whole ordeal had been your fault.

Your life before here had taken…a turn to say the least and maybe leaving behind your past life would be a good thing. The only silver lining about Hawkins was a video store filled with decent films, along with a kaleidoscopic arcade which held all of your favourite games. 

You could make this work, especially after acquainting yourself with Robin, one of the more quirky video store clerks.

While you were absentmindedly roaming through the aisles, an old Audrey Hepburn classic caught your eye. It was one you hadn’t seen before, The Children’s Hour. 

“That’s a good one.” Robin remarked, hovering over your shoulder.

“If you like Shirley MacLaine, you might like The Apartment too.”

After watching both films which you were highly impressed by, you returned and continued taking Robin’s recommendations. In only a single week you had watched around 10 films, including Children of Paradise and The Hidden Fortress.

Robin Buckley was the closest thing you had to a friend in this god forsaken town and it made you feel slightly at ease.

Yet, as lunch inevitably rolled around on your second week, you found yourself unamused by the cafeteria, so you decided to go for a walk around the school to do some exploring and see what was nearby. Maybe you could find a secluded spot to listen to music, read or sketch, so you could enjoy solitude without thoughts of school work or the sound of chattering annoying teens in peace.

As you unceremoniously exited the cafeteria and wandered through barren halls, you eventually found your way to a large sports field. Trekking across emerald greenery, you came to a cloistered entrance that seemed like a gateway to the woods that encircled the school. The grass had all but disappeared on one spot, emerging as confirmation for some sort of pathway that may lay ahead. Looking toward the muddy soil, an outline of what seemed to be a thick boot sole blossomed.

Quickly glancing around to make sure no one was watching, you decided to duck under some tree branches and make your way further, adding your own little imprint on top of the umber dirt.

When you finally found a clearing with an old wooden table canopied by trees and accompanied by crunchy brown leaves, you thought yourself to be lucky. It seemed like such a nice secluded spot, close enough to the school yet far enough to get away when need be. The sun shone directly onto the table, bathing creaky wood in unimaginable rays of warmth. Enticed by the sight, you plopped your bag down amongst the leaves and hoisted yourself on top of the table surface with ease. 

Eventually, you were laying flat on your spine with hands resting freely on your stomach. If someone found you, they might think that you were a corpse, but in actuality, you were finally alone and content for the first time.

The week had been a little rocky being completely and utterly new to everything, whilst being regrettably alone in it all. You were a senior, so it didn’t really matter whether you made indelible memories or impenetrable lifelong friendships. That ship had already sailed the very second you left your old town and set foot in Hawkins. At least it was only a year and your last one at that. You could totally do this.

“Boo!” Called a deep masculine voice, drawing you out of your serenity in a terribly frightening manner.

You yelped embarrassingly as you shot up, stumbling over the edge feet first and falling directly to your knees very ungracefully.

“Shit, sorry.” The voice started once more and this time, you attempted to search for its origin.

After the sound of crunching leaves grew louder and increasingly close, you caught the sight of a tall, lanky figure adorned with wavy ember locks that fashioned itself into a lions mane. Big brown eyes bored into yours as he crouched down, noting how you stayed unmoving. 

“You okay?” He asked with genuine concern, a soft smile painted on his plush lips.

He wore raven-coloured jeans frayed at the knees along with some sort of devil baseball shirt and a leather jacket and denim vest combo.

You finally stood, dusting off wayward leaves that clung to your clothes. He rose too.

“Yeah.” You breathed. “Just some asshole thought it would be real funny to scare a girl alone in the woods.”

He chuckled deeply, backing away a little as you finished fixing your clothes.

“Poor girl. Wonder why she spends her time alone in the woods.” He replied sarcastically, wearing a shit eating grin.

“What are you doing out here?” He added after your pregnant silence.

You moved toward your bag, contorting around his large frame when he didn’t move for you, completely oblivious to your proximity.

“Could ask the same of you Sherlock.” You retorted, dripping with utter annoyance. You had finally found some peace only for it to be disturbed by a sardonic mountain of hair.

“Well…I uh, I usually sell drugs out here.” He replied, scratching his tattoo covered forearm as silver flecks of light reflect across his bulky rings. His ink adorned arms caught your attention, something he must have noticed.

“Oh, you like these sweet ole tatties?” He asked enthusiastically, pulling up the sleeve of his right arm even further. Trails of thick veins thrummed under his tender skin.

You held onto your bag, still annoyed and somehow confused over this whole ordeal. You couldn’t help but be engaged, even if you did so unwillingly.

“The bats are very…Ozzy.” You replied dryly, trying to think of something to say.

Suddenly he beamed, twirling a piece of his wavy har in-between his ring-clad fingers.

“You know, flattery works for me.”

You stifled a laugh, throwing your bag over your shoulder. Who the hell was this guy?

“Okay, I’m gonna go.”

You began to turn away from the unusual head of hair.

“Wait!.” He called out from behind you. “Where are you going?”

You stopped in your tracks, turning around to face him once more.

“Away from you, Cousin It.” You replied incredulously.

He gasped loudly and feigned hurt as he violently dropped to the ground.

You lurched forward, somewhat worried for a brief moment as his demeanour changed so suddenly. It was only when he hopped up laughing and childishly punched a nearby tree did you realise that he was a full on basket case.

“Jesus Christ, did you escape from the mental ward or something?" You asked, confounded by his countenance.

He began to walk toward the table, taking a seat and shrugging off his denim vest and leather jacket that had been littered by several band patches and large letters splaying DIO obnoxiously on the back.

“I’m just the town freak, I leave the fun stuff up to the real crazies.”

As he propped his head up on his large hands, you wondered if this was who a supposed Jason had called “the devil” in the cafeteria earlier in the week. You didn’t really like Jason all too much, but he was a terribly engaging speaker. You couldn’t help but listen to him, even if you did so absentmindedly on a table far away from his. You listened ironically really, only because he reminded you of a televangelist. All he needed was to be donned in all white, pushing his palms to the sky whilst saying that he, “feels the Holy Spirit.”

You hummed to yourself for a moment, standing across from his seated position at the old wooden table.

“So you’re the guy they say that has, satanic powers?” 

He chuckled briefly, wondering if his reputation truly preceded him.

“Yeah.” He remarked playfully, drawing out the end of the word. “I’m using them right now.” He said with a devilish grin.

You couldn’t help but huff through your nose. His energy was unmatched, but at least he was less annoying and now rather more amusing.

“I don’t think that they’re working.” You retorted, folding your arms over you body as if you were unimpressed.

Unsatisfied by your unfazed demeanour, he leaned over the table, holding your gaze intently.

“How about now?” He asked, still playful but with a glint of mischief behind his eyes.

Inwardly, you were a little nervous. He was quite tall even just craning over the table and focused his big glowing irises onto yours.

Outwardly you kept your cool, shaking your head after a moment.

He huffed through his nose and retreated slowly.

“So, you’re not afraid of the devil?”

You shook your head once more, strands bouncing along with the movement.

“The devil can’t even beat a hillbilly in a fiddle contest. He’s got nothing on me.”

His face twisted in slight confusion before chuckling.

“You wanna buy something?” He asked, pulling out a metal container.

“What?”

He begun to removed plastic bags filled with different items from a small metal container, gently placing them on the table in front of you.

“I got weed, cocaine, oxy…”

Somehow you could still become even more dumbfounded by the actions of this strange man before you.

“I don’t want to buy your shitty laced weed that is probably just herbs from your mommy’s garden.”

His eyebrows raised in shock at your sudden abbraisveness.

“Well, I don’t have a garden, or a mom so that theory is out the window and I don’t know how to lace anything, so…”

You cleared your throat as you sheepishly scratched the skin along your neck. You suddenly felt bad for your brash comment, even if it didn’t seem to affect him in the slightest.

“Sorry.” You breathed softly.

You knew what it was like to not have someone important in your life. Someone who should be there but isn't. Someone you miss.

Watching your embarrassment, he motioned for you to sit across from him as he carefully packed his goods away. He was certain you weren't a buyer, that was for sure.

Your eyes darted around the woods for a moment, a little anxious and unsure as to whether this was a good idea.

“Don’t worry, no one is going to see the golden girl with the freak. No one ever comes out here, I mean, apart from you of course.”

You dropped your bag to the side and sat down across from him.

“I don’t care about what other people think and I am definitely not a golden girl. I was just planning my escape route in case you decided I’m a good target for ritualistic sacrifice.”

He chuckled to himself for a moment, all too aware of how others perceived how that was something he was even capable of doing.

“Well, you were a good target until you said you weren’t a golden girl, so now I’m back at square one. Can’t sacrifice a heathen I’m afraid.”

You eyed him for a little while, before introducing yourself.

“Eddie Munson.” He replied, extending a firm hand peppered with giant rings for you to shake.

You reluctantly placed your hand in his, taking note of his soft palms and calloused finger pads. The feel of metal ran cool against your warm skin.

“Like Van Halen.” You remarked.

Most of the metal aspect of your music taste came directly from your brother. Every time a song came on the radio, he would name what year it was released and what album it was from. If it was a particular favourite of his, he would even list the track number along with naming who wrote it. His obsessiveness subsequently filled your head with incessant knowledge of metal, even if you had found yourself listening to it more and more as of late.

“You like…metal?” Eddie asked as if he were astonished.

To be completely honest, you absolutely loathed this kind of reaction from men. It was almost like women couldn’t like anything and if they did, it was some big surprise and they had to be immediately tested on their knowledge in order to prove their loyalty.

“Well, don’t hurt your head with all that thinking.” You retorted.

His expression remained surprised as he continued to eye you intently.

“You know, I play in a band. It’s called Corroded Coffin.” He started, stretching out his chest a little. “We play at The Hideout on Tuesdays. We get a crowd of about…five drunks.”

You let yourself laugh, somehow growing comfortable in this odd situation you found yourself in. You weren’t really a tough or angry person, it just sort of emerged sometimes as a reflexive and protective measure against people and strangers. A measure that had gone into overdrive the second you arrived at Hawkins High.

“I like your shirt.” You blurted out, motioning toward his chest in hopes of lightening your mood.

Eddie looked down, pulling at the hem to pull it taut.

“I think that’s the nicest think you’ve said to me in this entire conversation.”

You grinned widely at his factual words.

“Don’t get used to it, it’ll be the nicest thing you’ll ever hear me say.”

He returned your wide grin at this and you noticed how contrasting it was compared to the way Eddie dressed. He seemed like a pretty intimidating guy, yet somehow couldn’t stop smiling or joking around with you. Eddie Munson was a walking paradox, a friendly guy trapped in a heavy metal body.

“You know, you should join our D&D game.” He mused, motioning to the shirt in question.

“Only the most righteous and worthy are gifted the honour of joining.”

His mention of a D&D game reminded you of two young boys who ran around the school begging anyone and everyone to join a particular club, the name of which escaped you in this moment. They seemed frantic in their pleading, almost as if everyone had repeatedly turned them down and they had been unsuccessful in their endeavour. You remember being thankful that your newness formed a barrier which deterred them from approach.

“You’re only asking me because your little club is dwindling and no one is interested.”

Eddie’s eyes widened like a deer in headlights. He begun to play with the denim of his jacket that rested lazily on the table.

“Maybe, but uh-“

“Let me think about it.”

His fingers stopped their fidgeting he looked directly toward you.

“You’ll play?” Eddie asked incredulously.

D&D reminded you of your brother. He had loved it so dearly as he spent hours upon hours writing campaigns for him and his high school friends. You always felt that fantasy games were silly but since…well, since now you decided to think differently. Your parents always worried how D&D was some elaborate ruse for devil worship, but you knew it was a role playing game for nerds. Nerds who wanted to escape the reality of daily life. You could definitely see the appeal of that.

Being at Hawkins meant you could be a new person, one that suddenly enjoyed role playing fantasy games in the midst of a small town satanic panic.

“Just tell me when and I’ll see if I can make it.”

Eddie gasped happily as he jumped onto the table that separated the two of you and clapped wildly like an overstimulated child.

“You are so immature.” You remarked out loud, leaning back a little so you could look at him from an upward angle, small smile threatening your resolve.

He crouched down real close, hovering ever so slightly above you.

“Welcome to Hellfire.”

#eddie munson #eddie munson fic #eddie munson reader insert #friends to lovers #stranger things #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x yn #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x female reader

[bridgyrose]

Cinder gets handed a baby and has to find the "mother"... Turns out it's Ruby's (adopted) kid... Shenanigans result because the baby calls Cinder "mama".

“You have to be kidding,” Cinder said as she held a small baby by the armpit at an arm’s length away. “What am I supposed to do with this?” 

Emerald sighed and took the baby away from Cinder. “*That* is a baby and *you* need to return it to it’s mother.” 

“And why cant you do that? You’re the one trying to be a hero now.” 

“Because I promised Oscar that I’d take a mission for him in order to help me get a huntressing license. Besides, you’ve started trying to get your license too. And dont you dare deny it, I know you’ve been studying for the exam same as I have.” 

Cinder sighed and rolled her eyes. “That doesnt have anything to do with a baby.” 

“It does when she’s lost.” Emerald handed the baby back to Cinder and frowned. “Return the child to her mother and then we can be done with it.” 

“Fine, but I’m not going to like it.” 

“No one says you have to.” 

Cinder held the child in her arms and frowned at it. Over the last couple years, she had been doing what she could to get a huntress license so she would quit getting in trouble for being a vigilante. Though returning a lost child to her mother seemed like the last thing a huntress would do and more something to leave to the kingdoms… assuming they could get anything done. Instead, here she sat with a baby in her arms and a few documents that Emerald had managed to scrounge up about where the child was from. With no real leads on who the mother was, all they had was a list of addresses, a first name, and the name of the orphanage the child had come from. Cinder slowly picked up the first page of addresses and started to read through them to find the ones in Vale and the villages closest to start her search. 

“This is going to be a long day…” 

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Another door slammed in Cinder’s face and another address was crossed off the list she had created to search for the day. No one had seen the child, let alone could narrow down who had a child named Garnet. Hours of searching had been a waste of time as she made her way to the nearest inn at the newly rebuilt Mountain Glenn. She walked through the streets and held the child close, groaning as it started to cry. 

“Sounds like she’s hungry,” a voice said behind Cinder. “Or at least tired.” 

“And what would you know about that?” Cinder asked as she turned around, holding the child close to her and her free hand moving to a blade on her hip. Her fingers relaxed and she frowned as she recognized the person behind her. “Weiss… what are you doing here? Did Emerald send you to follow me?” 

Weiss shook her head. “Not this time, I’m here on my own mission.” She paused for a moment when she saw the child in Cinder’s arms. “Why do you have Garnet with you?” 

“Wait, you know her?” 

“That’s Ruby’s kid. Which means if you have her then…” Weiss didnt finish her thought and started to rush off. “Dont leave until I come back!” 

“What do you mean this is Ruby’s kid? Weiss! Get back here!” Cinder sighed and held the baby close to her as she growled in frustration. “Of course she runs off without telling me anything.” With heavy steps, she continued to the inn and checked into a room for herself and the kid to take a small rest and to figure out what she’d actually need for Garnet. Even without being told to stay put, it hadnt been likely that she was going to find Ruby tonight anyway and would need to make sure she had the supplies for the kid since Weiss didnt seem to take her. 

A smile crossed her lips as the baby started to quiet while laying on the bed, thankful that the crying was over for now. Though, the smile quickly disappeared as she heard a single word come from the kid and her heart raced in panic. 

“Ma… mama.” 

“Shit. Ruby’s going to kill me.”

#cinder fall #emerald sustrai #weiss schnee #drabbles #rwby #i'm not sure what to actually call this one #like I'm going to continue this because I have ideas #but like #no idea on a name #if anyone has any suggestions let me know

[russeliarat]

Part 3 of the Hylia’s Heroines idea because I just had to finish the scenario as a trilogy lol. Part 1 here. Part 2 here. Ring the bells and whistles, it’s finally happened!

With the camp now set away for the combined Chain and Court’s next outing, the clearing had become completely emptied, save for the ashes and charred branches left from the previous night’s fire and the several logs scattered about. It was currently midday, as it seemed that even after months of travelling, some still couldn’t wake at an early time.

Sun led Sky into the middle of the clearing, her hand interlocked with his, insisting that he keeps his eyes closed so he couldn’t see the item she held back her back. She looked up. The Sun was still shining bright in the East, and the clouds littered in a way that sent a gentle glow across the small field. It felt warm and comforting.

Sun turned to look directly at Sky, halting her movements and tapping his hand with her thumb to signal opening his eyes. It felt silly to say but she could stare at the way his eyelashes fluttered all day if she could help it. But unfortunately, she couldn’t - she had an important task after all. Even if it did take several seconds of her staring before Sky softly chuckled to urge her to speak.

“I... Um...” she sighed, fiddling with the fibres of the object in her fist. Sky rubbed his thumb against the back of Sun’s knuckles. She started again.

“Ever since we were kids, I’ve always felt like you’ve been the closest person I’ve ever really connected with. I never had any real friends growing up because I lived in the Knights Academy, but when you moved in because of your parents’ passing - and it seems cruel to say, but - I felt glad we got to meet. Well, I suppose we would have met eventually, but I’m just so happy I got to spend those extra few years with you, Link.”

Sky’s gentle smile seemed to lengthen into a grin as his free hand fiddled with the edges of his sailcloth. “I remember how I slipped down the stairs and fell right into you. I was so embarrassed, I refused to speak to you for a whole week.”

Sun giggled at the memory, “I had to tell you it was okay before you even tried to introduce yourself. It was almost like something out of a storybook.”

“Our lives always felt like a storybook, didn’t it?” Sky hummed. “I suppose we’re going to leave more of an impression than we thought, eh?”

Sun rested her head on Sky’s shoulder, sighing silently. “I hate to admit that you’re right about something so cliché, but you are.”

“Link... I... Uh...” Sun looked to her side as if eyeing the hand held behind her back. “Uhm... You know what,” she raised her head from Sky’s shoulder, “It’s fine.”

Sun attempted to release herself from Sky’s grasp, but he somehow managed to keep a gentle grasp through such a firm hold. His free hand rose to Sun’s hip. “No, no, what’s wrong? Clearly it’s important if you want to give me a speech about our past in an empty field. I won’t judge you, dear.”

“I know you won’t. It’s just that...” Her brows knitted together. She gripped the soft item in her hand just a little tighter.

“That?”

“Gods above, Link. Catch on, will you?” she pleaded. Finally, she gained the courage to free her hand from his grasp, and form a cup from his hands, shoving the object inside and closing his hands with her own. “I’ve been waiting to give you this for what feels like a millennia!”

Gently, she let go of his clasped hands, allowing them to slowly release the object from its cage. What lay in his palms was a small, periwinkle blue feather, only about the size of Sky’s thumb.

His eyes widened in disbelief, “What?” he whispered airily. He turned his eyes to Sun’s. “Did you just...?”

Sun giggled, “Still half-asleep, dove?” She nudged some of Sky’s fringe from his emerald eyes, an old habit of hers to suade away her anxieties. “I did.” She was matching his volume now - a gentle, sweet hush.

“No way,” he gasped, tears beginning to well in his eyes. “No way... Zelda, you- But I- I-”

“You what?” she bounced on her toes.

“I don’t think I could ever be happier to accept.”

#hylia's heroines #does this count as linked universe? #linked universe? #lu sky #zelda linked universe #zelda linked universe au #is this how romance goes? #i'm aroace i wouldn't know

[palaceofpassion]

Human MLP AU- Fluttershy is insecure since she isn't as curvy and sexy as the rest of her friends. However Spike thinks otherwise as he decides to cheer her up by telling her about how beautiful she is and that she herself is just as attractive as the others.

Prior to any of them dating. Also going to include drama in this au! Cause I can!

Muwahaha

susing the h! tag for the human ones going forward.

Fluttershy had never felt secure about herself. Not when her closest friends were voluptuous and bodacious, as her so called date had referred to them. Today was supposed to be a good day, the MidHarvest Festival had always been one of her favorite Holiday's, celebrating the commitment of pony and animal.

But, here she was again, being the party pooper of the entire group. All because her date, thought it was a good idea to flirt with someone else during the dance. She didn't cry, she didn't even fall apart, she just walked away and went to take a deep breath at the dance hall.

Luna's night sky was gorgeous, even before the Princess of Darkness had returned to them, she had found herself enamored with it. With the moon, and the stars. Because they always felt like reflections, the light of the moon was never it's own, but that of the Sun's. Just how she felt around her friends.

"Fluttershy?"

Her ears twitched and wings fluttered.

"Spike?"

Turning her head she noticed Twilight's young Ward, or little brother? She wasn't sure honestly, their relationship was a complete mystery to the rest of them... though, then again so was Spike. Now that she thought about it, they didn't really know much about him.

Well except for one thing, that he was different. He wasn't much younger than any of them, her included, as she was the youngest of the group. But, he was so much shorter, even shorter than Rainbowdash! Which was all the more impressive.

Regardless, again, Twilight, nor he talked much about himself. And... most of them were sure he wasn't even a Pony. Not with how sharp his features were.

"Hey, what are you doing out here?"

She felt a quick flush of heat run over her face, embarrassment, really.

She wasn't used to having anyone worry about her, or feel concern outside of her close group.

"I'm just... getting fresh air."

She noticed the way his emerald eyes seemed to flair, his pupils dilating turning into thin slits, much like a reptile. She felt a primal fear run through her spine... yes... that was the reason hardly anyone got close to him. And... and probably the reason he chose not to be close to anyone but Twilight... she realized how cruel that was.

"I don't... does this have to do with your date?" He quickly pointed his thumb back, the jerk was now flirting with Rarity, who had come with a dashing Stallion Thunderlane, who was also nowhere to be seen. Though a quick scowl from the white mare, was quick to turn him away.

"Ah... no... I don't."

"You know, I can tell when someone's lying. It's not good to lie about things that make you feel sad."

Before she knew it, he was at her side, tiptoeing over the railing as he looked down from the balcony. "Twilight used to do that a lot, it wasn't good for her."

"I see..."

She wasn't sure what to say... it wasn't like theyw ere close enough to have a conversation, but... it was also sort of awkward.

Then she asked him a question, she wasn't sure why... perhaps because he was an impartial judge? "Spike, am I pretty?"

"Yes." His answer was concise, quick, and to the point. Though it was only a few seconds later that he started to question her, "Why are you asking?" It was clear he was concerned.

"Well... like you said... my date..."

"Ah... yes, say no more." He nodded. "He's just an idiot, you're very pretty."

"Aren't I too tall? I'm not, curvy like the others, I'm practically a stick."

Spike gave her the strangest looks, and said something around the lines of, 'These ponies...'

Though she could barely hear it. "I mean, I don't know, everyone's tall compared to me. Heck! Even Applejack and Rarity's sisters are almost as tall as me! As for your size, that's fine isn't it? Not everyone has to be the same. That's the beauty of our world, everyone is different, it's alright to be different. And you're beautiful in your own way. You're eyes are stunning, clear as the morning day, or the pale moons' light. There is nothing wrong with who you are."

She felt moved, her heart... it did a few flips. She... she'd never been so grateful before. "Thank you."

"Anytime, now get in, Twilight's going to start dancing, and you don't want to miss that."

"Oh! Oh of course!"

Fluttershy ran in, not realizing Spike hadn't followed.

'I miss ya ma.' He said, looking over to canterlot.

#drama muwahah #H!spike #h!fluttershy #mlphumanau

[daeva-belov]

The first chapter of a little mini au I'm making of my OCS for funzies.

Wolves of the Arctic Sea

The ebony wolf stared across the frigid waters, glaciers plummeting to the blue depths as they broke from their snowy beds. Each breath was a plume of hot mist, swirling around his grey tipped muzzle before fading into the ashen skies. It was beautiful. He could stand outside for hours and never shiver. His fur brushed with frost that he hardly felt; if he could roll in the snow naked he would.

This landscape of snow and ice so familiar a place; one he could never forget yet never return to. Not that he wanted to, not anymore. The desire had passed decades ago, at least as well as it ever could. He supposed some part of him would always long for the waters, it’s chill embracing him again. But he couldn’t. He wouldn’t. This was the closest the wolf could come, the closest he allowed himself. It wasn’t as if he were missed.

With a sigh, he leaned further over the rails of the ship, an IceBreaker as the land-dwellers called it. These days he called it home. As much as a vessel like this could be. But after over a decade of sailing it’d become difficult to imagine life elsewhere. Better than remaining on land for the rest of his years. And the crew wasn’t hard to get along with, the Captain was another matter. Though what had he expected aboard a military ship? A boat made from iron with an engine that roared under his feet. If one had asked him centuries ago how he felt of such things, well the mere sight of the ship would have struck terror into his heart. But those days had long passed. A lot of things had passed…

There were far worse things to fear, war was one such thing. Although, some part of him didn’t mind it. Morbid as it was it kept his mind occupied and his hands busy. Even such, he relished every moment of peace as a pirate or Servian attack always lingered on the horizon. Moments such as these. Or, they would be if he hadn’t been interrupted.

“Valko,” Jonathon called, the stout doberman one of the louder crew members. “See you’re slacking already, huh? Thought you said you were busy?”

Rolling his eyes, he turned to the shorter male. Well, he supposed Jonathan was among the taller but he’d yet to meet another as large as himself. It was nice to tower above everyone, and such a thing was easy when you were nearly eight and a half foot tall (261.8cm).

“I’m enjoying the view, Jonathon. And the morning quiet,” the wolf crossed his arms, tail flicking. “But should you really be talking to your Lieutenant like that?”

The canine tensed, glancing to the side, “Don’t act all high and mighty. You’ve had that title less than a year. Pretending to be as great as Fayleaf was.”

“I earned my place, Jonathon,” Valko said with a raised lip, fingers pressing into the meat of his burly arms. “I proved myself and climbed the ranks. Fairly. I am not claiming to be her, however, and I never will. I didn’t wish for her death any more than you did. But you will treat me with respect.”

“I’ll respect you when you actually earn it,” Jonathon said with a pinched brow. “Until then, I’m gonna keep questioning how you ever managed to convince the Captain you deserved that privilege? What’d you do? Kiss his boots like a-”

“Enough!” he snapped, fur bristled along his neck. “Belov chose me because of my skill, and I won’t tolerate your accusations. It’d be best if you hurry and accept the fact you weren’t good enough to make the cut…”

For a moment, Jonathon froze, his eyes wide. But soon the look was gone, stepping closer to jab a finger into his chest, “If Fayleaf hadn’t taken that bullet to the head you wouldn’t be standing there all smug. Nobody wants you here, Valko. You’re a freak.”

The wolf forced a breath, taking a slow blink before his emerald eyes stared the mutt down, “Cleaning duty, now Melton,” he said, smacking off the smaller’s hand.

“Y-you can’t tell me what to do…”

With a sharp toothed grin, he loomed over the dog, eyes glowing,“Don’t make me drag you below deck myself, or do. It would be entertaining watching you squirm. Wriggling like a worm as the rest of the crew watches…”

Jonathon paused, taking a step back, “N-no sir…” he said swallowing the lump in his throat.

“Then get to work, now,” the wolf rumbled, releasing a hot puff of air as he watched the dog scurry off.

There was a minute of relief once Jonathon had disappeared, but a moment was all he got before he noticed those piercing, ruby eyes. The antlered rabbit stared at him stoically, not a flicker of emotion behind his gaze. If it wasn’t for his red trimmed coat, Daeva would blend into the scenery, his thick fur as stark as snow. You’d only see the glow of his eyes or the tip of an antler, but by then it’d be too late. Or so the rumors said, the wolf had rarely seen the wolpertinger fight. Often he left it to his men, but he wasn’t incapable by any means of the word.

Slowly, Daeva hobbled closer, cane clicking against metal. The wolf once thought it was only for show, but he learned otherwise despite never being told. Today he leaned on it heavily, but the rabbit showed no pain. He wore quite the mask, they both did, “Shade…”

The wolf straightened, tucking his arms behind his back, “Good morning Captain, is something wrong?”

Pausing beside the rails, Daeva tucked the cane under his arm, fumbling for his smokes. He tapped the box with the edge of a palm, popping one between his lips before setting it alight with a hiss. With a flick of damaged wings, ones missing patches of feathers that left Shade unsure if they were capable of flight, the rabbit took a slow drag. For a second, Daeva held it in his lungs, releasing it with an easy breath.

“We’re nearing Servian territory, I need you to ensure we are prepared for an attack. It is unlikely, as they rarely patrol the waters so far east, but it is not impossible. Ensure the crew restocked the canons and assign additional men for patrol until we reach our destination,” he said in a thick Ruzian accent, gazing over the frigid ocean.

Now, Shade never appreciated what the men called ‘a stick-up-his-ass’ attitude that the rabbit had. But the shorter man was cunning and intelligent, forward thinking. He’d earned his position twice over, the wolf could admit that.

“I checked last night, I’m sure we’re fine. And the men are already complaining about the long shifts, they’re going to argue about more…”

Daeva’s tongue clicked against his teeth, glaring from the corner of his eye, “Do it again, Valko. I am not taking any chances. You should know this. As for the men,” he paused, taking another drag. “It will only be for a little over a week, they will manage.”

Tail flicking, Shade bit back a huff, “Alright, I’ll get right on it,” he ran his fingers through his hair, turning on his heel to leave.

“Valko,” Daeva said, watching Shade over his shoulder, “Do not give me attitude or I will place you on cleaning duty alongside Jonathon,” it was most likely a bluff, the wolf too important for trivial tasks. But he wouldn’t put it past Daeva to enforce such a punishment.

“Sorry Sir, it won’t happen again,” the wolf said; he’d much rather deal with the irritation Daeva gave him than to be stuck beside that doberman. Honestly, the rabbit annoyed him more often than not, but he wouldn’t argue. Not now anyway.

Pushing open the doors, he trudged down the stairwell, turning into the armory. It was a dreary as always, quiet beside the creaking of the ship. And it hardly took an hour to count the supplies, finding them as plentiful as he did last night. Waste of time if Shade was honest, but he also understood the Captain's concern. One wrong move and they’d be caught unprepared, and nobody wanted that.

With a sigh, Shade placed the chart away, tucking his hands in his pockets. As he turned down the hall, his ears flicked, engulfed with cheers and triumph. His head tilted, eyes snapping to the tiger that jogged toward him.

“Ah, lieutenant, glad I found you so quick,” Bernard grinned, wheezing until he caught his breath. “You won't believe what we caught in the chains! Its huge, and real mad. The Captain asked me to find you and have you come to the holding tank. Thought you should see the beast too!”

“Oh really? Sure it’s not just a big jellyfish like last time,” Shade chuckled, following behind the bouncing feline.

“No, it’s more like a mermaid. But a shark, or we think it’s a shark. Honestly, I think the face looks more like a dog, but I’m not an expert in aquatic species,” he chuckled.

Shade’s heart quickened, shoulders tensing. His ears fell back and sweat pricked his neck. I-it couldn’t be who he was thinking. What he was thinking. How could they get caught? Any of them? They knew not to near nets, so why? He shook away the dread, insisting it was impossible.

With a sharp breath, he pressed inside the room filled with awestruck men, even the captain seemed entranced. But Shade wasn’t. The world froze, his mouth falling agape as he stared into familiar, golden eyes. Eyes he used to cherish. That familiar, ashen brown scales and skin, fins flecked with the same golden hue. An intricate, metal ring encircling the end of his tail. It made Shade’s heart ache, fists clenching as he brushed away the welling memories. He had to be dreaming, that was it.

But then, the merfolk looked toward him, their eyes locking for the first time in centuries. Both hearts thrumming but for vastly differn’t reasons. The wolf-shark swam nearer to Shade, claws pressing against the thick glass. Joy flashed behind his eyes, right alongside anger, sorrow, frustration. Guilt? Shade couldn’t tell, but it didn’t matter. In a blink, the shark went stoic, features rigid besides the snarls directed toward the crew. But he was grinning, moving in slow circles as he examined every person in the room like they were nothing more than a meal. And the wolf knew that to him, that’s all they were. He wasn’t one to give land-dwellers a chance. But that begged the question of how he was captured, it should have been impossible.

“Valko, you have arrived,” the Captain nearly made him jolt, snapping Shade back into reality. The rabbit was smiling, it was miniscule, but the wolf might as well count that as if Daeva was bouncing on his heels or jumping for joy. “I belive we found quite the creature, no?”

Shade nodded, hands tucked into his pockets, “It is. How did you manage such a thing? I don’t think I’ve seen one like this before,” he said, eyes never leaving the creature who cursed them in an ancient language. Calling the crew an array of names that Shade would keep to himself. Though most involved how idiotic and pathetic they all were. Typical.

“Nor have I,” Daeva hummed, leaning on his cane. “It is rather surprising, but the researchers will love it I am certain. I will have to call ahead, perhaps see if they know what it is.”

Swallowing thickly, his gaze flicked between them. As much as the shark had hurt him, he didn’t want to see him turned over for science. To be poked and prodded for the rest of his existent; it wasn’t something Shade would wish upon his greatest enemy, “Ah, I’m sure they will, Captain.”

With a nod, Daeva patted his arm as he went to leave, “Indeed, but either way this is a call for celebration. It is rare to find such a large and extraordinary catch,” the men cheered, clapping one another on the back. “Do not become drunkards; we still need to be attentive…”

Shade wasn’t sure the men were listening, hooting and hollering after the rabbit had left for his room. And it wasn’t long before they filed after him, laughing arm in arm while heading to the mess hall. It was going to be a loud night, not that Shade could sleep, anyway.

Slowly, he turned to eye the sharp toothed creature. Frowning, Shade moved closer, ears drooped a moment before he forced them upright. Those golden eyes stared into his soul, fins flicking, “Valko, how kind of you to stop by…”

“Pitch…” Shade said, taking a breath as they conversed in an ancient tongue. “What are you doing here…”

“Oh, I thought I'd pop in and see the sights,” Pitch said, circling the tank. “It's not as impressive as I thought. Nor is it worth treason. But that's doesn't matter to you does it, Valko?”

Shades brows furled, divots lining his forehead, “I did what I had to, what was right. You abandoned me, Casimir. When I needed you, you left me…”

“What? Did you expect me to leave our people? Our home? All for some pathetic surface dwellers?”

Growling, Shade stopped closer, lip raising into a snarl, “You call them names and yet there you are, caught in their chains.”

“A mistake. Nothing more than a fluke.”

“Right, so then you can escape without my help?”

Pitch paused, blinking slowly, “I can,” he slowed, drifting idly in the water. “But, admittedly, it would be simpler with your assistance…”

“Then knock off the attitude,” he turned on his heel, ignoring the grumbles behind him. “I'll be back later, once the crew goes to sleep. Dont do something stupid while I’m gone. I don’t need you flopping on the floor and getting caught…”

Shade left with a frown, letting the door slam close as he continued down the hall. His emotions swirling in his gut, thoughts pounding in the back of his head. What was he getting himself into…

#writing #fantasy #ocs #original writing #writeblr #light angst

[nithrissa]

Two regal thestrals pulled the last carriage towards the awaiting emerald-clad trio. They had been amongst the last to leave the train, content to let the younger students run on ahead, hopeful that they might get a carriage to themselves. Lydia approached the closest thestral and pulled some treats out of her bag. It extended its large black leathery wings in excitement as it ate out of her hand. "Good girl." Lydia cooed as she ran her fingers along its snout. She then moved onto the smaller, grey one and fed it in kind.

"Are you just about done?" Sebastian called through the carriage window. "I would like to get to the feast before the pudding is all gone." He smirked as she rolled her eyes.

"Oh hush, Sebastian." She chided before placing a small kiss to the thestrals snout and moved around the carriage to step inside. As she pulled herself into the carriage she heard frantic footfalls racing towards them from the path.

"Wait!" A voice called and the trio looked to see Leander Prewett, red faced and disheveled. His usually perfectly coiffed hair hung limp on his forehead as he leaned forward onto his knees to catch his breath. "Glad…glad I caught you." He managed to say between breaths.

"Sorry, Prewett, we're full. I suppose you'll have to walk." Sebastian grinned unapologetically as he reached around Lydia to usher her inside and close the carriage door.

The defeated look on Leander's face made Lydia feel pity for the lad and so she stuck her foot out to catch the door. "Don't be cruel, Sebastian." She said as he slumped into the seat beside her. 

Leander climbed into the carriage and sat beside Ominis. "Thanks." He said softly and closed the door behind himself.

"Why are you so tardy anyway, Prewett?" Sebastian asked as the carriage began to move. "Bit late to set a reputation for bunking off."

Leander attempted to smooth his hair back from his brow unsuccessfully. There was something about seeing him so unkempt that made Lydia's stomach flutter, which she chose to ignore. "My baby sister is starting this year." He answered, defensively. "She was nervous and asked me to walk her to the boats."

"Don't worry, Sebastian, no one is coming for your title." Ominis smirked before he turned his attention to Leander. "You're quite fortunate that Lydia stopped to pet the thestrals, or else we would have been gone." 

"Yes, if Lydia wasn't obsessed with the ugly beasts you would be walking to the castle." Sebastian interjected. "How fortunate." He frowned and stared grimly out the window.

Lydia gaped at Sebastian in horror. "Ugly?" She scoffed. "They're majestic." 

"The fact that you find those lanky, emaciated, chiropteran creatures majestic is maddening." Sebastian spat playfully and turned to Leander. "What about you, Prewett. What do you think of our leathery friends?" 

Leander's dark eyes glanced between the pair before they fell to the floor. "I uh…I can't see thestrals." He admitted, as if disappointed.

Sebastian sighed. "Of course you can't." He said bitterly as he continued to stare out the window. Sebastian always held a degree of contempt for Leander no matter the occasion.

"Don't feel bad, Leander. I can't see thestrals either." Ominis gave him a comforting smile that Leander returned before realising that Ominis, a blind man, could not see anything. 

Lydia giggled at Ominis' antics, much to Leander's shagrin. The rest of the ride to the castle was far too quiet as Sebastian pouted and Leander attempted to fix his mildly disheveled state. Lydia felt a blush rise through her freckled cheeks as she watched him try and straighten his robes and tidy his hair. She felt a strong urge to rake her fingers through his hair and muss it up more than it already was. Not to be cruel, but because there was a part of her that liked seeing him so unkempt.

He caught her eye as she stared at him and her body felt like it had been struck by lightning. Her eyes flickered away as her heart beat heavily in her chest. Suddenly the air inside the carriage was stifling, and Lydia found her robes far too warm. What was happening to her? She was glad when the carriage finally came to a stop and, before anyone else could move she burst through the door and back into the cool evening air of the Scottish Highlands.

"Uh…are you alright, Lydia?" Sebastian asked as he stepped out behind her.

She turned to her friend. "Fantastic." She squeaked. "Never better. Just really excited to get to the Sorting Ceremony, you know. Last one…" She smiled somewhat off-kilter and tried to convey with her eyes to Sallow to shut it before Leander and Ominis exited the carriage.

Together they all followed their classmates into the Great Hall, not as delayed as Sebastian eluded, and parted with their Gryffindor counterpart to join the rest of their fellow Slytherins.

Reminiscences were soon cut short as Professor Weasley began the sorting ceremony. She led a gaggle of first year's into the Great Hall and towards the dilapidated old hat that had placed Lydia in Slytherin two years prior.

One by one Professor Weasley called the names of the eleven year old students; Selena Abbot, Edison Birch, Novella Bulstrode, Mason Cooper, Albus Dumbledore, Galena Goldfinch, Rosie Hatch, Melania Macmillan, Gregorio Oleander, Ramona Prewett…

Lydia felt her ears prick up and a blush overtake her cheeks once more. This is getting ridiculous. She thought as she watched the small ginger haired girl sit upon the stool and have the great Sorting Hat placed upon her tiny head. Lydia found her eyes wandering the Gryffindor table in search of Leander, his hair still mussed and a proud smile upon his lips, and found herself unable to look away. As soon as the hat announced 'Gryffindor', Leander excitedly cheered along with his table, and Lydia couldn't help but smile to herself. 

She found it hard to focus on anything but the lanky Gryffindor as the ceremony concluded with another Yaxley being sorted into her house. She began to grow frustrated that, even as she ate and caught up with her friends she found her eyes wandering to his stupid face. It's just because of his hair. She thought. 

"So…what do you say?" Imelda asked as Lydia glared at her pumpkin juice. How she wished she had sat on the other side of the table, at least he wouldn’t be in her line of sight. "Lydia!?" 

"What?" She growled as she broke from her stare to address her friend who gave her a glare of her own.

"What's gotten into you tonight?" Imelda said defensively. 

Lydia hung her head. "Sorry, Imelda. I…I must be tired." She lied. "What were you saying?" 

Imelda narrowed her eyes suspiciously but moved on. "I was wondering if you gave any thought to trying out for quidditch this year?" She smiled as sweetly as she could. "We need a new seeker, and I know how good you are on a broom." 

Lydia had thought about trying out for quidditch in her sixth year, but had enough extra work on her plate from being so far behind the rest of her year. "I don't know, Imelda. N.E.W.T's are this year and I've got a full course load." 

"Ugh, boring." Imelda groaned. "At least think about it." She said before Professor Black addressed the students, made his usual announcements and sent them off to their dormitories. 

Lydia was glad to finally be free of her torture and could not get to the dungeons fast enough. Her only hope, as she lay in her bed, was that her nightmares would take a break for one night so she could get some rest.

~**~

The following morning, Lydia sat with her back turned towards the other tables so as to avoid any unwanted distractions. However, that did not stop her stomach from flipping wildly when she heard Garreth call his name. 

Sebastian noticed her surly mood immediately. "Nightmares?" He asked as his spoon stilled over his porridge. 

"Yes." She lied. Yes, her Nightmares had persisted over the summer, but that wasn't what plagued her. "If they continue, I'll have to move back to the Room." Sleeping in the Room of Requirement did nothing to rid her of her Nightmares, but at least her roommates could sleep soundly without the fear of being jinxed in their sleep.

"You can always come see me or Ominis if you can't sleep." He said softly and Ominis nodded beside him.

Lydia smiled at her friends. "That's sweet, boys, but I can handle it." Her thoughts were interrupted as a flash of red silk in her peripheral vision made her heart beat intensify. 

"Good morning, Lydia." Natty greeted as she sat down beside the flaxen-haired Slytherin. "Have you received your time table yet?" 

"Natty!" Lydia yelped. "You startled me!" She said as she took a deep breath to slow her heart rate. "I have." She said as she produced a piece of parchment from her bag. "I'm so glad you convinced me to take Alchemy, I'm looking forward to studying together!”

Natty immediately hung her head shamefully. “That is what I came to talk to you about.” Her dark brown eyes were apologetic as she spoke. “I had to drop alchemy due to being accepted into the Early Auror Training Program.” 

Lydia felt a mixture of joy and sorrow at her friend’s news. “That’s wonderful news, Natty.”

"Are you sure you do not want to join the program too? You have so much experience." Natty had found a love for fighting dark wizards and Lydia appreciated it. But after what she had gone through in fifth year, she discovered that she preferred a quieter life.

"I don't think so, Natty. I think I've had enough dark wizard fighting for one lifetime." She glanced over her time table, she had alchemy every Monday, Wednesday and Friday evening. The latter of which it currently was. She didn't know anyone else who was taking the class, as it was an elective that just enough students signed up for. "I suppose I'll have to find a new study partner." She mused.

"I am sorry, Lydia." Natty frowned. "If you would like, I can speak with Leander. I'm sure he would be willing to help you." 

Lydia felt her stomach flip once again. "No!" She quickly yelled before she covered her mouth. "That's fine, Natty. I don't want to be a burden. I'm sure I can manage." 

Lydia found herself unable to escape the constant distraction that was Leander Prewett during her first day back. He was evidently in all of her classes, and although his hair was perfectly tidy once more, Lydia found her eyes drawn to him. 

After supper, Lydia made her way to the dungeons for Alchemy. Due to the small class size, they would be in a smaller room with less desks to sit at, which became apparent to her when she entered the room to see that the only available seat was beside the man she was trying to avoid. 

Leander was seated at the furthest desk from the front, his book already opened and a full set of laboratory equipment before him. Lydia glared his way before scanning the small room once more to double check that there were no other empty seats. 

She felt like someone had hit her with a jelly-legs curse as she made her way over and perched as far from him as the seat would allow. Her heart pounded hard as he turned to her, a small smile on his plush lips. "Evening, Lydia."

"Evening." The nonchalant tone of her voice was in direct contrast with the anxiety that rattled her brain. 

He turned more towards her, his leg moving dangerously into her territory. "Natty mentioned that you might need someone to study with." His eyes grew wide. "Not that you need help, per se. I just know that if I started in my fifth year I wouldn't have as much experience…" He stopped as if searching for the right words, of which he seemed to discover, there were none. "Sorry." He mumbled as he straightened himself.

Seeing Leander almost flustered as he spoke to her surprised Lydia. Gone was the bravado he had when they first met. It was endearing. "No. You're right. I could get by on my own, but having a partner would really help." She placed her Alchemy text book on their shared desk. 

His mouth turned up into a small smile as he turned his head towards her. "Brilliant. To be honest, I could use the help as well."

"Alright class." Professor Sharp entered through the door and made her way to the front of the room. "Alchemy is a specialized form of Transfiguration magic that utilises a laboratory and has a similar practise to that of potion making. Due to the complex nature of alchemy, you will be working in pairs and will be graded as such." Their partnership in the class seemed inevitable. "In this class we will be studying the base elements and learning how to transform their natural states…"

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I don't know why but hisoka flirting with illumis wife just came into my mind for some reason its litterrally 2:57 am

🍵| omg requests r going so slow. i deadass keep falling asleep while writing lol very sleepy

"Ah. Hisoka- come in."

Your husband opened the door wider and politely gestured for the pink-haired magician to enter, which Hisoka did with flamboyance as he strutted through the massive doors of the Zoldyck mansion. Illumi normally wouldn't have invited Hisoka to meet him, he would have simply gone to visit himself. But now that Illumi had a wife to show off, he wanted to introduce you to his closest associate.

You were standing a short distance behind Illumi, observing Hisoka with some fascination from behind your husband's back. Unlike you and Illumi, who were both dressed quite formally in an elegant emerald color, this Hisoka had worn what looked more like a clown costume than anything else. His face was painted and pale, and his nails were as sharp as knives. You wondered how Illumi had ended up developing a relationship with this man.

"Hey, Illu," Hisoka replied casually. His voice sounded poisonous and sickly sweet at the same time, and there was a drawl to it that didn't seem right. Luckily, the eccentric-looking man hadn't noticed you yet, hands neatly folded behind your back and appearance very refined- there was no room for sloppiness in the Zoldyck home. Illumi had made that, among many other things, clear the day you'd become betrothed to the man.

"Nice place," Hisoka purred, and you all started down the long, dank corridor, heading to no place in particular. Yours and Illumi's footsteps were silent on the cold concrete floor while Hisoka's pointed heels clanked noisily against the ground.

Illumi shrugged, still not introducing you. Hisoka had yet to notice that you were even present. "You've been here before."

"I suppose I have." Hisoka looked disdainful for a minute, twirling a strand of his pink hair around a clawed finger before releasing it. "Anyways... is something the matter, Illu? You never invite me over willingly." Hisoka put on a childish pout as you all made a right turn down the hall, passing the occasional painting of the Zoldyck family.

"No, I don't." Illumi agreed coldly, and Hisoka frowned. "You've heard of my recent marriage, right?"

"Mm, yes," Hisoka muttered. It was clear he wasn't too pleased with the confirmation, judging by his contemptuous expression. You made a face behind the two men, still keeping your presence concealed.

"Right. I wished to introduce the two of you."

"Alright... are we going to see her now?"

"Actually, she is already present," Illumi clarified nonchalantly, and made a vague gesture with his head towards you.

Hisoka, thin brow raised, turned around to finally lay eyes on you. His sharp yellow eyes seemed to instantly zoom in on you as he observed your body and clothes- you were wearing a jade corset over a long dress the texture of velvet but the color of sage. Along with that, you had a large jewel on your finger- the ring you and Illumi both wore to symbolize your marriage. When Hisoka's eyes caught sight of the ring, they only seemed to glint brighter.

Falling back from Illumi and moving to your pace, Hisoka's lips spread into a coy smile. "Well, Illu, you certainly found yourself a pretty little thing."

You didn't respond, instead keeping your visage stony. Seeing your chance, you moved swiftly into the space beside Illumi that Hisoka had just occupied.

Illumi glanced down at you archly before subtly taking your hand in his own. "One could say that."

Hisoka smiled widely and his tongue ran over his lips slowly as he kept his gaze firmly on you. While you nor Illumi were facing Hisoka, both of you could very strongly feel his scrutinizing stare. Cringing, you did your best not to react- you had never met Hisoka before, but you could already tell he was a man who got off on feisty people who gave him the reactions he wanted.

"Ignoring me, hm?" Hisoka purred, and you felt as if the walls were beginning to close in on you. He didn't seem to care in the slightest that your husband was right there as he clearly was coming onto you. "I'm afraid most people can't do that for long, dear. Although, your husband managed to do so for quite awhile... Powerful man, isn't he? Though I'm sure you know that already. I'm assuming you're just as powerful as him, yes?"

No response from you or Illumi. Hisoka, unfazed, continued pushing his luck.

"You two must have had a lovely honeymoon. Such powerful people-" you immediately felt his bloodlust spike- "making love. I can only imagine how beautiful you must have looked, my dear, with your naked body exposed for Illu to see. And how enchanting your moans must have sounded."

Coyly, Hisoks extended a hand and began to run a sharp fingernail down your waist, and you, repulsed, made an half-hearted attempt to arch out of his reach to no avail. It was then Hisoka wrapped both hands around your waist and gripped your sides tightly before abruptly whirling you around to come nose-to-nose with him.

Illumi stopped, and you could feel Hisoka's breath on your face as he cooed, "I think it's only fair that I should be able to indulge as well, don't you think?"

You opened your mouth to answer, but before you knew it, you were on the ground, and Hisoka's hands were nowhere to be seen around your waist. Alarmed, you looked up to see Illumi, bloodlust reverberating throughout the hollow corridor as his hair floated above his head menacingly. While you couldn't see your husband's face, you could see the veins straining in his neck as Hisoka's lustful expression changed into one of shock. The temperature seemed to drop a few degrees as you watched Illumi's skin fade into a sickly shade of grayish-green.

When Illumi spoke, his voice was low and raspy, and his diction clipped. "You dared come into my house... and speak vulgar things about me and my wife... and I overlooked it. But... touch my wife again-" he hissed, his hair rising even higher- "and I will kill you... Hisoka."

You remained on the floor, not really wanting to get caught up in the ominous bloodlust of your husband, watching Hisoka as his lips spread into a smile of feigned nonchalance. "Alright. My bad, Illu- it won't happen again, dear." Although in a tight position, he managed to put his hands up in a surrendering gesture. As you slowly stood up, dusting off your dress lightly, Illumi's hair lowered and his skin turned back into its usual color. He walked toward you and took your hand again before simply brushing past Hisoka as if nothing had happened.

But a few seconds later, you stopped in your tracks, in turn making Illumi stop as well. "Is something the matter?"

You turned around, letting go of Illumi's hand to face Hisoka, who seemed perfectly content walking silently behind the two of you. Surprised, he looked up to see your eyes staring directly into him, and raised a thin brow questioningly.

Cocking your head at Hisoka, you gave him an odd look.

"Hm... why don't you walk in front, Hisoka."

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