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shhh-secret-time · 3 months

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The soulmate AU fic’s are so cute 🥹🥹 I’m so incredibly in love with your writing! The Stan fic made me giggle so much 💙💙 HE IS PERFECT

I’d love to request one for Kenny if you’re not totally sick of the soulmate stuff 😂🩷

Anon. I need you to listen to me carefully. I will never, ever, be tired of soulmate stuff.

In fact, that's it. You're getting the softest Kenny fic of your life! Maybe

Warning: Body Horror, Blood, Injury, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Anxiety, a bit of depression. Violence.

Pairing: Kenny x GN!Reader

One of your favorite lessons growing up was the time your class learned about plants. You and your fellow classmates all sat at your desk with a little pot of soil to call your own. It didn't mean much to you at first, but as the class went on and the teacher her lesson it began to sink in.

This was life.

You remember going starry eyed as she pressed the smallest little seed into the dirt and poured a little water onto it. This woman had introduced you to something so simple yet so beautiful. How a little sunlight and a little bit of water could grow into something so gorgeous. So, you dedicated the next few months to that little seed. Staying awake late at night whispering secrets to it like an old friend, making sure it was nice and watered.

Needless to say, you cried when your little plant didn't sprout as quickly as everyone else's. You didn't understand what you were doing wrong. Your teacher tried to reassure you that you were doing fine.

Your name falls from her lips as she helps you wipe the tears from your eyes. "You're not doing anything wrong. Plants can be complicated. Some take a little longer than others but there's nothing wrong with them or with what you're doing!"

At the time she was talking about the plant, but as you got older the words stuck with you. And maybe she really was just talking about the little seed, but as you got older it got harder to not apply it to people.

You watched as people took to their own colors, growing and being shaped by the world around you. Some grew thorns, others grew branches. Most planted their roots, souls intertwined with the small town of South Park.

So why did it feel like you were the only one still in the ground, barely sprouting?

You're not doing anything wrong.

God, you wish you could believe her.

But it was hard when you were so overwhelmed with comparing yourself to the others. You weren't athletic like Stan or Red. You weren't top of your class like Kyle or Wendy. You didn't have the charm of Jimmy or Nichole. No, you were just you. What was special about you?

Kenny McCormick could. The blond could write a book on all the things that made you special. Pages filled with how kind you were, how you lit up every room you walked in even if you didn't realize it. If he was a smarter man, he'd probably find a way to compare you to some sunrise. Something beautiful!

Instead, all he can come up with is a dandelion. You may not be the most exotic plant in a flowerbed, but you were beautiful. Like dandelions you were everywhere to him. Under the gentle rays of the sun, pushing through the cracks of the sidewalk; brightening up his day. He saw you on the side of the road waving to him with a gentle sway, yellow petals beckoning him over. He saw the way you stretched up and up past the others eventually changing to those puffy little white balls.

But he's not a smart man, and on top of that he had a reputation. Kenny loved people, he loved that people loved. He loved his three asshole friends; he loved them more than they deserved. He loved his sister, the best thing to ever come from his parents, and that included him. Sometimes that love came out a little too much, he just had so much of it to give. Because like you, Kenny never really felt like he was good enough.

In a world of soulmates, love was hard. If Kenny caught ink on skin that seemed to change, or paragraphs of words on people's arms, he knew that his love would just be temporary for them. He often wondered if you had anything like that. Maybe a tattoo somewhere on your body that would indicate who your soul was bound to. The thought would keep him up at night because no matter how many times he checked; Kenny never saw ink. Never saw pictures or words with someone's thoughts. Stan and Kyle always were the lucky ones.

Lucky people don't lie in a dirty alley with their sides split open. Lucky people don't have to clench their sides to try to stop their blood from slipping out of them.

How could he be so careless? He'd done this song and dance for years now, ever since he was old enough to throw a fist and really make it hurt. Some nights it felt like this was the only thing he was good at, taking a hit and getting back up. Kenny McCormick was the world's punching bag.

He closes his eyes for a moment, and God it felt so good. To just let his eyes rest for a moment, he's been running on Monday's sleep, and it was fucking Wednesday. A small part of him thought about just letting sleep take him, how would it be different than his room?

Oh, but Karen.

And those guys trying to mug that poor woman, yeah, they were still a thing.

Kenn- no Mysterion pulls himself to his feet, the long purple cape hides his shaky legs. Yeah, Kenny might be the world's punching bag, but Mysterion fucking hits back. The dark purple gloves, now stained with a dark red, press into the wound trying to staunch the flow. His vision was getting dizzy, but he wasn't seeing black yet. He still had time before he'd wake up in bed again. Just enough time to break a few bones.

Meanwhile across town you sat in the living room of your small apartment, whatever YouTube video playing in the background. A nice little book rests in your hand, it was a quiet night for you. Most of them were as your apartment was just you and your little cat, the chunky little lady rest by your feet happily purring, just content to be around you. Well, you, your cat, and your plants. Right beside you were pots filled with various plants you'd grown over the years. From seasonal flowers to three different shaped bonsai trees, to various colored succulents, and finally your favorite Orchid. The beautiful purple flower had bloomed recently, and it was your pride and joy.

Everything was perfect, no stress about having to be better than you are. No deadlines or classes that made you feel dumb. No obligation to socialize and try to entertain people you didn't exactly call friend. That is until the sharp pain in your side made you scream out. Your cat jumping away from you and cowering on the other side of the couch, she looks terrified.

Right along your side, just below your rib, felt like it was being ripped apart. Like someone was taking their nails and pulling your skin apart. You lift your shirt and stare down in horror, as bright red spider lilies sprout from your skin. Thick green stalks wrap around each other and soon the crimson petals sprout out, it would be gorgeous if it wasn't in your skin. You feel like you're about to pass out, the sudden act was enough to make your body start shaking.

"W-What the- what the hell?!" You want to scream, want to cry out but all that comes out is a hushed whisper.

Luckily the pain stopped as soon as the flower finished blooming, the pain dulled down to a low buzzing around your skin. Your hands were shaking as your fingertips traced the flowers, unable to comprehend what was really happening. You blink, and then you blink again and again. They're still there and the velvet petals under your fingers were real.

Impulsively you moved the flowers apart until you found the base of the stem, there you saw how your skin meld together perfectly with the plant. It was like they were always a part of it. With a deep breath you grab the plant by the stem and pull. The pain it shoots through your body is unlike anything you've ever felt before, but it offers no resistance as it comes out of your body.

You squeeze your eyes expecting blood or at least a wound, but you don't feel your skin rip open. Instead, it feels like something has slipped from your skin, like pulling string through a closed fist. Through heavy breathing you open your eyes, and you felt your heart start to settle, the beautiful flowers were now tightly clenched in your fist roots and all. On closer inspection they had little drops of water on the petals as if they had just been watered. It was only then you realized you had been crying.

You couldn't sleep for the rest of the night, tossing and turning as your hand kept coming up to your sides. The area was numb, it didn't hurt but you couldn't get the image out of your head. It made your skin crawl and the shiver down your spine felt sharp, sharp enough to make your back arch. As the morning sun greeted you letting you know it was time to get up and start the day, the first thing to greet you were the spider lilies sitting next to you. You don't know why you didn't just throw them away, get rid of them and never think about it again, but they really did look so beautiful.

Now they were sitting on your nightstand next to the window, dancing back and forth as the little draft that entered your apartment led them in a waltz. As you pull back the blankets and your feet hit the cold floor of your apartment, your fists clench around the blankets as you stare down in horror.

Your knuckles were covered in poppies, little sprouts pushing in between the dips of your fingers. On your right hand they were much larger blooms and more prominent on the knuckle itself. You hiss at the way it parts your skin, much less clean than the spider lilies were. The poppies wiggle a bit making room as another one pushes up and breaks your skin. This time there is a little blood, not more than a paper cut would give you but still it was alarming.

Rushing to your bathroom you run your hand under the water, the fast-running water slamming down on the little red petals. Another red flower. Another flower meaning pain or death. You're much more careful this time, gently plucking the poppies up from your skin and placing them to the side on the wet counter. They come up just like flowers last night, with ease and when you inspect your knuckles there's nothing as if it was never there.

"Guess I'll get a pot for you guys..." You mutter to the flowers, rubbing your hand over your knuckles.

There was a part of you that thought about emailing your professor as to why you wouldn't be coming to class, but what would you even say?

Good morning Professor,

I won't be able to attend class today, I am not feeling well, and I was wondering if I could get the notes for today's class from you. I sincerely apologize and hope that I will recover soon.

Good morning Professor,

I won't be attending class today as I had a family emergency come up! I hope you understand, and I will be in class when everything settles down.

Hey Professor,

I've got fucking flowers growing out of my fucking skin! You know anything about that?!

You let out a loud groan and lean forward on your desk, pushing your laptop to the side. Your sweet little roommate jumps up and meows at you in response, she nudges her head against yours and puts her paw on your cheek. A small attempt to make you feel better, she's trying. When you don't move, she meows again only louder this time, her head smacking into yours.

"Ow! Okay! I know I can't just sit here all day." She looks at you when you lean up and snap back.

She sits all prim and proper as you get up from your seat, she watches as you pace around the room and gather everything you need for the day. When she meows again you stop and look back at her, conversations with your cat weren't uncommon some days it felt like she was the only one you could really talk to. It was sad but it was better than spending nights alone talking to your plants.

"Look, I've got to go. I'm paying for the stupid classes I might as well just go. I just have to hope that whatever happened last night, doesn't happen again!" You grab your coat and throw it over your arm, giving her one last look. "Maybe I can talk to someone there? Maybe someone knows what this is, until then you're in charge of the house! No eating the plants while I'm gone!"

When she doesn't meow back at you, you narrow your eyes at her in suspicion. "I'm serious!" She jumps off your desk and walks over to the couch where she rolls on her back. Not a care in the world.

Curse that cat and her adorable behavior. You've got no choice but to trust that she'll behave. On your way out you grab your keys and make your way down the steps of your little home. Days where it was nice and sunny out made you happy you live so close to your college campus, other days it was a drag to get out of bed.

The rest of the day went by quietly, just how you like it. You couldn't help but fidget in your seat out of fear of spontaneous flower growth. What if a really large plant came out of your back while you were sitting in front of someone? If it was like the spider lilies last night, you'd most definitely scream out in pain and that would be embarrassing. Once class let out you were the first one out of your seat, practically bolting to the door.

This was getting to be too much, you had to find someone to talk to about this. The anxiety of when it would happen again was overwhelming. As you pass the little library you stop and check the inside, maybe you didn't have to talk to anyone about this. Maybe it would be in a book or at the very least you could try googling it.

As you walk into the quiet little domain you spot a few other students standing around talking to one another. Some sitting by the common tables, others tapping away on the public computers. Just as you're about to make a beeline for one of the computers tucked away in the corner, a soft voice stops you almost making you leap out of your skin.

"Hey, are you okay? Oh, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to scare you!" The voice was so gentle and soft, you turned to see Heidi Turner smiling at you.

Heidi Turner was one of the sweetest people in the school, she went through leaps and bounds to be a better person after high school. Most days she keeps herself either in the library offering to tutor other students, or volunteering around town in various ways. She was always kind to you, and you always wanted to call her a friend but something stopped you. Even though she was a sweet girl, that fear of bothering her was still there.

"Oh um...it's okay! Really, I was just uh...going to use one of the computers. Is that okay? Am I allowed?" God, you want to find a hole to crawl into and just die.

"Of course you can! I was actually coming over to see if I could help you find something, but it looks like you've got it all figured out!" She beams up at you with a little giggle.

You think for a moment, if you had to tell anyone about the situation you were in Heidi was a good person to tell. She wouldn't go around telling other people and it wasn't like you had anyone else to really confide in. So, you take a deep breath and go to stop her from walking away. "Ac-Actually Heidi, um could you help me with something? Real quick."

Heidi stops and turns back to you; she cocks her head when she sees the nervous look in your eyes. Now she looks worried, not scared you think but concerned. She walks closer to you and gestures for you to follow her towards the computer, when the two of you are far enough away from the other students she whispers.

"I had a feeling you were looking for a friend, are you okay? You look like you've seen a ghost."

A friend? She thought you guys were friends? That alone was enough to make you relax a little and let out a breath you didn't know you were holding. You rub your arms a little and look behind you before responding.

"I'm really freaked out Heidi and I don't know how to talk about it."

"Hey, it's okay. Take it slow, I'm right here. Is someone hurting you?"

Your eyes widen at that, and you quickly shake your head at her. "What? O-Oh no no! It's not someone it's- well it's something?" When she looks at you confused, you groan and shake your head. "I mean something happened last night and it's really freaking me out!"

You tell her the events that transpired last night, avoiding the gruesome details as to not freak her out. You expect her to call you crazy or to laugh in your face, but she doesn't.

No, instead she stands there and nods along with you. Even offering her hand to you to take when you start to tear up, the fear of it happening again came crashing down mid-story. She offers you a gentle smile, rubbing your back as you try to calm down.

"It sounds like a soulmate thing." You rub your eyes at her as she speaks, trying to get the tears spilling from your eyes out.

"A... soulmate thing? But why now, and why this?"

"It takes some people a little longer before their soulmate signs trigger. I run a support group for people who run into theirs a little late, or for people who don't have any at all." Heidi says it as if it's the most normal thing in the world to her.

You stare at her in awe for a little while, clinging on to every word with such desperation. She was like an angel, a guardian angel telling you there was nothing to worry about and that this was normal.

"As for why your trigger is this...I don't know. Triggers manifest differently for each person, there's a lot of studies on soulmates. I'm sure someone at the school is much smarter than I could tell you." She pauses for a moment and her eyes light up with excitement. "But hey! This means you've got a soulmate, I'm just sorry it's so painful for you!"

On the other side of the library Kenny was lying on one of the little bean bags chairs the school threw in for comfort. Tucked away in some corner, his plan was to take a little nap in. Somewhere where he knew his friends wouldn't come looking for him, well Kyle might but he'd never thought to find Kenny here. But when you walked in with that look of panic on your face he sat right up, like he had just gotten a full eight hours of sleep.

Why did you look so terrified? What was going on? Did you need someone? You were looking around the library like you were being followed.

These thoughts began pounding at the front of his mind and just as he was about to stand up and walk over to you, Heidi beat him to it. He couldn't make out everything you were saying, but from the way you whispered to the smaller brunette it sounded serious. His lavender eyes follow you into the other corner of the library, the one right across from him.

He should look away; he should mind his own business and try to shut out your conversation. But he can't help it, he knows it's rude, but he can't get the image of your scared face out of his head. So, he closes his eyes and tries to hone in on your conversation with Heidi. It takes everything in his power not to get lost in the way you speak; your voice was so soothing. Kenny imagined it was what honey melting in tea would sound like if it had a voice.

That's when the topic of soulmates came up. He jolts up again and his eyes widen over at you as you describe the flowers sprouting from your skin. The hands resting in his orange patchy parka shuffle over to the wound on his side, or at least where it was. Like every time he died, he'd wake up with his body fully healed with no scars or signs of his life being taken from him.

However, if he didn't die his body would keep the scratches and little wounds on his body. Earlier this morning he got a little careless and split his knuckles, maybe he was putting into many hours as Mysterion here of late but if those stalkers didn't want to be punched, they shouldn't be stalking people. He nearly leaps from the bean bag when you talk about poppies growing from your knuckles this morning, telling Heidi the exact location where he had split his.

His heart was racing, he couldn't believe what he was hearing. There was no way he was that lucky, that he was that deserving that someone like you would be his soulmate. Just before he can stand up the universe reminds him just how unlucky he really is.

"Kenny! There you are! We've been looking everywhere for you dude!" Any other time he would have been happy to hear Stan's voice, happy to see the others following right behind him.

"This is so sad you guys.... Kenny is sleeping in the library now. Is your cardboard bed that uncomfortable?" Any other time Kenny would have shut Eric down with a comeback of his own, but all he could muster was a glare. "Whoa what crawled up your vagina this morning?"

"God damn it Cartman quit it and stop waving that fishing pole around! You've got fucking hooks on it!" Any other time Kenny would have ignored Kyle's yelling, the ginger looked for any excuse to yell at Eric.

"Guys! Look I'm really not in the mood to-" But before Kenny could finish, Eric swung around to face the man yelling at him.

The metal hook at the end of Eric's fishing rod that he was carrying around for god knows why, slammed into the side of Kenny's face. The sharp hook caught the side of his cheek and pierced through the flesh. Instead of screaming out in pain he bit his lower lip and muffled it, once you've been stabbed in a dark alley trying to fight off a group of people it just becomes second nature.

"Dude!"

"Oh, shit Kenny!"

"Sick! You're getting blood everywhere!"

Kenny didn't have time for this, not when you were-

Oh god you.

His eyes dart over to where you were standing with Heidi, silently praying to whatever poor god that would listen to him that you were alright. He watches as you cup the side of your face, hesitating for a moment before your fingers met the cluster of clovers growing on the side of your face.

It doesn't hurt this time. Not like the last few times, in fact it feels gentle. Fingers that aren't yours caressing the side of your face, a whisper of something more, that clumsy first kiss, all of it wrapped up in one little moment. The three leaf clovers bloom across your cheek stopping just at the edge of your lips where finally a single six leaf clover sprouts.

He doesn't wait another moment; with his gloved hands he takes the fishing line that connects the hook in his face and his friends fishing pole and snaps it. His friends watch in horror and awe how he breaks it like a dried twig, like it was nothing to him. Kenny's on his feet before they can stop him again, moving across the library floor with purpose. The pain in his face is nothing compared to what he'll feel if he lets you slip away from him again. His reputation be damned, his pain be damned, all of it damned!

The library went quiet, and any hushed whispers were stopped when Kenny made his way over to you. He didn't even seem to care that he was leaving quite the blood trail behind him, and if anyone in the library cared they quickly changed their minds from the look on his face alone. The sound of his footsteps behind you made you turn to face him, but you don't have much time as he takes your wrist and drags you away from the many eyes and ears of others.

The school grounds are quiet right now, most people either have already gone home or are in class. Kenny doesn't slow down when walking and you don't stop him from dragging you across campus. He takes you further off school grounds, back near the many hills of South Park where the grass is peeking out from under the snow. The first signs of spring being crushed under your heels as you walk. Turning to face you, he doesn't get a word out before you're already looking up at him ready to talk.

"I'm sorry." He almost doesn't pick up what you say, the way you whisper it so softly. The clovers on your face can't make it easy but he can't help but admire how you make them look so ethereal; a painting come to life. Timeless and within reach.

"Why are you sorry?" Kenny struggles to talk as blood pours from his mouth and down his chin.

You don't know why you chuckle or why you smile at him, you should be terrified. Horrified for him that he was standing there talking to you with a fishhook in his mouth like it was the most normal thing in the world. Yet, with him it did feel normal. Unlike the other times you've interacted with the blond. This time it felt right.

If this was the work of him being your soulmate at play, you didn't really care. For the first time in your life things felt peaceful, you didn't feel the pressure of others. Because there were no others, just Kenny and you on a rolling hill. Just two dandelions growing next to each other and basking in the setting sun.

"That you're stuck with...me?" Your voice breaks through the little fantasy in your head and reality comes shattering back around you.

Kenny shakes his head and grins down at you, the gap between his front teeth that he hates now, bare to your eyes. Suddenly he doesn't feel so insecure about it. "I was just about to say that to you. You're the one who's got a plant growing out of your face."

"They were spider lilies and poppies yesterday." When you laugh Kenny has to resist the urge to grab you and pull you in for a kiss.

"If I get to hear you laugh like that always, never apologize to me again." You go to laugh again and look away from him, but he takes the sides of our face and turns you to back towards him. He's so gentle with you, shaky hands being careful not to crush the clovers on your face.

'Anyone else would have.' You think.

"I'm serious. Never apologize to me for being you again. You have no idea how thrilled I am that it's you. That I finally get to have someone to call mine and it's you." Those purple eyes bare down into yours like rain in a thunderstorm. You can even feel the water rolling down your cheeks and he's brushing them away with his thumbs. Whispering soft hushes, telling you not to cry.

"Kenny..."

"Shh, it's alright. I'm only saying it because I get it. I know where you're at but... maybe...maybe this is the universe telling us it's time to love ourselves. I'm not saying we've got to figure this out now I know I've got a bit of reputation of-"

You cut him off, for the second time today Kenny's been cut off, but he doesn't care when your lips are pressed so gently against his. The taste of copper doesn't even seem to bother you either. His eyes flutter shut, and his hands drop from your face to your waist where he pulls you in like he's always wanted to.

"I don't... think you're as bad as you think you are." You whisper against his lips and Kenny feels like he's going to melt.

"I don't think you're as bad as you think you are." He throws your words back at you with a playful purr behind his tone. "Baby I could tell the world just how perfect you are."

You scoff at that and roll your eyes, but the shy smile that plays on your lips tells Kenny exactly what he wants to hear. He reaches up to wipe the blood of your face, but you stop him and take his hand pressing a kiss into the palm of his gloves. You run his fingers through the clovers and take a deep breath, taking in everything around you.

"One step at a time Ken. For now, let’s worry about getting that hook out of your face."

"Huh? Oh yeah, I kinda forgot about it."

"How?"

"Was too busy getting lost in your eyes~"

You snort and push his hand away from your face, but it doesn't go far. Instead, you intertwine your fingers with his and pull him towards the school. Kenny follows you down the hill with all the love in his eyes he can muster.

Kenny McCormick had so much love in his heart to give, and now it was all yours. Maybe in the days to pass you’ll fill your apartment with the various plants and each little bud and flower would remind you of just that. That you weren't alone, you were surrounded by his love. That you were enough. That too him, you were words he couldn't put together and express. Other than...

I love you.

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luveline · 1 year

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my baby freddie is back in stock?! jade ilysm 🥹

could i request a scenario with fred from the special friend au? (kind of like that eddie blurb where him and r make up after a fight/rough patch)

do what u pls with this, hope your day/night is going well miss jade 🫶🏼 sending all my love

TW reader has mental health issues / issues with self harm ♥︎ ty for ur request, ily! fem!reader

It's important to Fred that you spend time together, even when you're fighting. You hadn't understood at first what that was like. Usually, when you fight, you need space, right? That's just how it feels.

Fred doesn't want that, and he expresses it with zero qualms.

"I wanna sit on the settee together, okay?" he asks your back. You've taken refuge on his side of the bed. "You don't have to speak to me if you don't want to."

You're not giving him the silent treatment, you're having a hard time talking. The silent treatment hasn't ever felt very fair — he hasn't stopped existing to you. You're eager to fix the problem between you, to resolve the argument, but you don't know what to say. Neither does he.

You turn around. You don't smile at him, though you want to. His lips twitch like he might, but he only opens the door wider and nods his head. "You want to bring the quilt?"

You bring the quilt. He takes it from you when you're near, and he drapes it over you once you've sat yourself down on the settee. You're unsurprised when he makes tea.

"Thank you," you say. He holds the side so you can take the handle, like he always does, burning his fingertips no doubt.

And this is where he'd kiss your cheek and say, "You're welcome." He's thinking about it, you can tell. You jut your chin in case he wants to, and then he's kissing you, the impassable space between you passed as if nothing's wrong.

Something is wrong, though.

He can tell how hard this is for you. Fred means a lot to you. You love him, he's your partner, but it's more than that. He's your best friend. He's the most consistent thing in your life. Fighting with him makes you anxious, it makes you want to cry, and it makes you want to hurt yourself, even in small ways. Not because you're punishing yourself, and not because you're punishing him. You don't know how to deal with the feelings that you're feeling, and it's as simple as that. Your outlet for emotion is hurting.

You haven't hurt yourself, though, because if you do, Fred might think it's because of him. To spite him, or even just his fault. Neither could ever be true, you'd never hurt yourself to hurt him. You'd never hurt yourself because of him. But it's really hard not to. And it's hard not to tell him, because you tell him almost everything. You feel very alone. You miss him to death.

He strokes your cheek with the side of his knuckle and sits in his seat.

"Freddie," you murmur. "Do you want to talk about it?"

He looks so relieved. "Yeah," he says quietly, "of course I do."

You've started the conversation, and you have to extend the olive branch. Not easy when your memory is a sieve, and anything that wasn't thrumming guilt has slipped away. You want to say sorry and have it be done with, but you don't want to say it for the sake of it. He deserves a proper apology.

"Can you explain it to me?" you ask.

He picks up his mug of tea, second hand held close enough to feel the warmth but not enough to burn. You're holding your mug double handed, skin scalded.

"Have you been crying?"

You look down at your lap. "Not really."

"Ghost, it's- it's not something you have to upset yourself over."

"I'm sorry," you whisper immediately.

"I didn't mean to snap at you yesterday." He huffs, and then he sighs, putting his mug back on the coffee table. "Before we talk about it, I want to lay down some groundwork. Stuff that's permanent. Okay?"

You wince. "Okay."

"I love you."

Tears well in your eyes, burning hot. "Okay."

"I don't think anything has changed, or will change between us because of this argument... Do you feel the same?"

You look up and find only patience in his face. He's not smiling or happy, but he's not mad. He's not annoyed that he has to reassure you.

The big freckle on his chin twitches as he opens his mouth, lips forming the letters a second before he speaks. "You're my girl. You don't have to cry, alright? We just need to talk about this."

Relief is a lightning rod, heat so hot it has pinpricks of sweat prickling over your entire body. You kick the quilt off of your legs.

"Are you sure?" you ask.

He finally smiles. "Am I sure that I love you? More than anything."

"Are you sure it doesn't change anything?" Couples argue and argue and argue, and then they break up.

He nods slowly. "I think so. Do you think it's something we won't be able to move past?"

No. Your urgency must show. Fred pushes his open hand across the settee and you take it like a lifeline.

"You know, everybody fights," he says, almost fond as he pulls your now joined hands back toward him. His knuckles flex between yours, and soon he's got your hand in his lap, painting circles over the back of it with a steady fingertip.

"Not us."

"It's not necessarily a bad thing," he says. "We can't walk around not telling each other things. I thought maybe that's why it got to the point that it did." He meets your eyes. "You know?"

"Yeah," you say, though you're not sure.

The fights is a blur of feelings rather than what you'd said. It could be boiled down to two specifics; Fred being upset with you for isolating yourself from others, you being upset with Fred for misunderstanding. But, as most fights go, it certainly hadn't stayed contained to those things. You'd said both things you meant and things you didn't, though neither of you had said anything cruel. You're quite happy with that.

"I know this stuff gives you a heart attack, but we gotta do it."

"I want to talk about it," you assure him. You want to crawl into his arms and stay there forever, but you'll settle for this, your hand in his hand.

So you talk about it. Fred tries to put his point across again but he folds in the things you'd said. He apologises for a misconception. He apologises for raising his voice. He's forgiven for both immediately.

You reaffirm your own argument, and your throat burns because you really don't care anymore, you just don't want him to be angry. But if what he said is true, lying to him here could end in another argument down the line, one that'll be worse for the both of you.

"Freddie," you say finally, at your bursting point, "I'm sorry. I'm really sorry. I know you said we have to fight, but I hate it, and you're my everything." You can barely speak, embarrassed to need him like this. "I'll do whatever you want me to do to make it better."

He pulls your hand to his cheek and holds it there, leaning his weight into it just slightly. "That's kind of my point, sweetheart. I want you to want to do these things because you want to. Not because I asked you to."

You hang your head. If you bite your lip hard, your tears won't fall. They waver at the waterline.

"Tell you what. How about we talk about this tomorrow?" he asks.

A first tear dribbles down your cheek weakly. It's a very small tear. You hope he doesn't notice, but of course he does, and his voice goes soft as silk.

"We've worked it out, ghost," he murmurs, kissing your hand hurriedly, then your wrist. "You don't need to worry. I'm not angry with you."

"I'm sorry-" Your breath catches. You try again. "I'm sorry for being like this. I know it's just a normal argument. I know it's normal, I don't know why I can't be. I know you're not mad, but I feel so stupid."

"Why?"

Your shoulders tremble with a self-loathing sob, though Fred takes it for overwhelmed, and he shuffles across the settee to nudge your shoulder with his.

"Because I'm upset about all the wrong things."

"Who says what the right thing is?"

"I'm making this about me."

"It is about you. It's about both of us, and it's about you." He wipes the tears that he pooled at your chin away with the back of his hand, and then he turns his palm inward to stroke up to your cheek, angling your face in his direction. He stares at you, unflinching. It's a kind of devotion for him to look at you crying and sniffling with so much love. "Would it make you feel better to know I'm upset we're fighting too? I miss you." He laughs, but it doesn't detract from his sincerity. That cuts like a knife.

"You're sure we're okay?" you ask

"I need you," he says, and then amends, "I love you as much as I did before we argued. I love you more, probably."

"Probably."

He beams at you, wiping flecks of tears from your wet lashes carefully. "Definitely. You would have to do something truly, truly awful for me to stop. And I mean, even then..."

You laugh wetly. He's generous for being this way, making jokes and wiping your tears, assuaging your fears even though the argument isn't entirely settled no matter what he claims. You have to work on being better, both of you. Nothing's ever so cut and clean.

"Do you have anything you want to tell me? Something you want me to do, the next time we argue? I-" He chucks you under the chin. "Don't like seeing you this way. But you know that."

"I don't want to go to bed mad at each other," you say quickly. That had been a sick torture.

"Okay, we won't. We'll stay up next time."

There's not much else you can think of. Fred's giant heart has made this easier than it might have been. You try to say thank you and the words gum up in your mouth, distracted by his thumb stroking a short back and forth from the middle of your chin to the underside of your jaw. It's a tickling thing, the lightest of touches.

"I love you," you say. In lieu of thank you for being so patient with me.

"I know. I know."

He's never been anything but patient. Maybe he understands why you are the way that you are. He definitely realises that your emotion tends to come before any logic, and that doesn't make you hysterical or in the wrong. It's one of those things woven into who you are.

"I love you, and... I think it's good for us to fight sometimes. I don't want you to think you can't disagree with me, that this," — he squeezes your joined hands — "is conditional. Because it isn't. You can rail at me, if you liked. I could be into that."

You laugh, relaxing into his side unconsciously. "What, the-" You sniffle. "The nagging girlfriend?"

"Yeah. I think I'd like it if you bossed me around. You could, you know? I'd love it."

"You'd love it," you repeat, unconvinced.

He wraps the arm that isn't pressed to yours around the back of your head, hand above your ear, encouraging your crown to his lips. "Yeah, I would. I love when you talk," he says into your hair. "The sound of your voice. Even when you aren't saying things I agree with."

This has to be one of the best feelings on earth. Being sorry and being forgiven. A warmth that wants nothing from you but yours in turn. Fred's hand playing behind your ear, down your neck and up again. Your shoulders shake with a sudden but singular sob, and you hide your face in his front before he can see it. He can feel it.

"Are you okay?" you ask him.

"Me?"

He pets your back for emphasis.

"You," you say. "Are you still upset?"

He takes a few seconds to think it over. "Maybe a little bit."

You're not very well most of the time, and you process things differently, but making him feel better is something you've always been able to do. You fight back all your tears and drag yourself away from his chest, hands trembling minutely but determined as you cup his cheeks.

He raises his eyebrows at you.

You stroke his cheeks with your thumbs.

Fred laughs, happy at first and then weaker as it goes on.

"Groundwork," you say. "Stuff that won't change. I love you."

He nods and does that things boys do when they're trying not to cry, a quick, too casual blink. He clears his throat. "I love you too."

"You're very handsome."

His laugh thickens. "Tell me more."

"You're my best friend. You're the best friend I could ever have."

You stare at each other for entirely too long, like a cheesy rom-com movie, adoration and relief brightening your eyes and an unspoken agreement between you as your hands move into his hair. He gathers you up into a wonky, amazing hug. You squeeze him and he squeezes you.

You're giggling like a little kid. He squeezes harder and the giggles turn apprehensive.

"Freddie, don't," you beg.

"What was that?" he asks, squeezing you some more, hands vying for your sides, ready to do some damage. "Can't hear you over all that pretty laughing."

"That's terrible, and it's not true 'cause my laugh sounds like a-"

Rather than let you insult yourself, Fred squeezes extra hard. It's more a nice pressure than anything painful, the air whooshing out of you. Too shocked to laugh, you sigh like an idiot and clutch at his shoulder blades.

"Feeling better?" he asks.

You press your face to his neck. "Yeah." You feel really, really good.

He drops his face to find yours. His breath crests over your cheek like a wave. The fighting almost feels worth it, to make up with him like this.

"Let's never fight again," he says grandly. Obviously joking, hopped up on the same affection high as you are.

"Never," you agree.

#fred weasley imagine #fred weasley fanfic #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley #fred weasley fluff #a special friend universe #harry potter imagine #harry potter #harry potter fanfic #fred weasley x fem!reader #fred weasley x reader fluff #fred weasley fic #fred weasley x you

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vixendoesstuff · 2 months

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Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

ALRIGHT, SO-

Final part of this convoluted saga I came up with at like, 3 am one day. Last time we were left on a cliffhanger (because I'm evil like that) but now y'all (the maybe 4 people who's paying attention to this AU) get to see what happens next.

Let's just get right into it!

So, the quartet (Poppy, Cooper, Branch and Hickory), after hearing who had beamed them up into the giant UFO, was equally shocked and overjoyed, mostly on Poppy and Cooper's part. Immediately Cooper got up and started asking questions, like how is this possible, how Prince D. looked just like him, and if he's his twin, that means he's also royalty, and such things. It was here when King Quincy and Queen Essence entered the fray, which just excites Cooper further.

The two parents are obviously overjoyed at finally seeing their long lost son. They were kinda miffed at Prince D. for using the bubble without their supervision, but seeing who he had beamed, they let it slide for now.

The same stuff then happened as it is in the movie, with some dialouge changes, like Cooper telling the Funk Family how he got with the Pop Trolls as an egg. They noticed Branch in the group, and was pleasently surprised how a Techno Troll is with the Pop Trolls, since they're an isolated bunch. Branch said that he doesn't really know what made his egg be with the Pop Trolls, just that his adoptive family found him one day and took him in. The Funk Family then tells him the brief history of the Techno Trolls since they can kinda tell he's clueless and they felt bad. Then the history of the Strings came along.

Same thing there, explaining how every tribe once lived in harmony until Pop got greedy and stole all the strings, so everybody else took back their strings and ran, living in isolation from eachother ever since.

Cooper and Branch is clearly disturbed. Maybe because of their respective tribe of origin before they settled in Pop Village they feel more unsettled by the news, but they felt horrified by the implication nonetheless. Poppy even more so, desperate to prove that the Pop Trolls are not like that anymore, look at Cooper and Branch! They're fine! (Enter worried side eyes from the two). Then everything goes as it is in the movie, the Funk Family softly rejecting her offer to combine their music together, and Rock invading and everyone preparing for battle, with Cooper deciding to stay behind to help his family by bubbling everyone to safety back to the ground below.

The same argument Branch and Poppy has happens, with a little change in the dialouge. It's something along the lines of Poppy not listening to others when they offer advice that might work in her favour, and instead goes off to do her own thing; about how she doesn't listen when her way does more harm than good; about how, in a way, she's doing the same thing Barb is doing. The two split off, with Branch having the intention of going back to Pop Village to warn the others. It may not be his tribe of origin, but it is his home for all his life, and he'd protect it in whatever way he can.

We cut to Poppy sulking to herself before being spotted by Hickory, who manages to find her. Same dialouge happens, with Poppy revealing the string to him, Dickory splitting from Hickory's... behind and revealing their true identities as Bounty Hunters, and squabbling with her for possession of the string. In here, perhaps due to talking with Cooper and Branch, who are different genre Trolls but holds love for Pop, empowered his hidden desire to see harmony between different genres and tribes, and decided to fight back against his partner (brother? Brother). Of course, this doesn't go unpunished by Barb, who suddenly appears with her lackeys and apprehended both Poppy and Hickory, saying that this is what they deserve for trying to delay her plans (she lets Dickory go, but not without a warning to control his brother). Poppy claimed she'll stop her, but Barb revealed that she has invaded Pop Village and destroyed most things there, so all Poppy can do is sit tight and watch the show.

Turning back to Branch, when he finished his 2014's sad boy song, he then got ambushed by the K-Pop gang and the Reggaeton Trolls, who demands the location of Queen Poppy. Obviously he refuses 'cause while he still has beef with her, she's the most important person in his life, so you bet he'll try to protect her at all costs. The dance off still commences the same way (you have to admit, dancing with fins for legs is hella impressive), with thw two groups complimenting eachother on their dances before interrogating Branch again.

The convo here is changed slightly because I wanna see Branch and the two Bounty Hunter groups to interact some more 'cause their dynamic is interesting. Basically it's the lines of,

"Why does Barb decides which music is safe to listen to? All music is worth listening to. Liking different genres doesn't matter."

"Ugh, what do you know, Techno Troll? You don't know how it feels to be regarded as lesser for liking a different music."

"[Pop Troll profanity], I'm literally a living example of that, who do you think I've been living with all my life? And besides, who's to say Barb won't turn tail on her side of the deal and destroy you, too?"

With the power of persuasion, he managed to stop the two groups from continuing their plans and starts a temporary truce between them. His first initial plan was to get back to Pop Village to confirm everyone's safety and maybe stop Barb from destroying it. But Chaz (the guy that made him trip balls) suddenly appeared and steps in their conversation to say that Barb has gained all the strings and is making her way to Volcano Rock City, home of the Rock Trolls. This completely changes the course of his plan, but Branch is determined to follow through.

So he, the K-Pop gang, the Reggaeton Trolls and Chaz (who only came along for the thrill of it) all decide to work together to stop Barb from achieving whatever it is she's planned to use the strings for. They found the sentient hot air balloon Branch had ridden before chillin' in the outskirts of Lonesome Flats, and hopped in to make an impromptu trip to Volcano Rock City.

The scene with Poppy and Barb chatting is the same because other than it being a first face to face convo with the two, it changes nothing in the long run.

We go to the scene where Barb does a wardrobe change and presents the other tribe leaders to put her Power Chord thing to the test, to make everyone Skillet enjoyers. But before she could fire at Poppy (who she chose as the first target), a book came flying at her face. She looked up, only to see a Techno Troll along with the rest of the Bounty Hunters she hired coming in flying from a hot air balloon. (He also said the same catchphrase, "I guess a comprehensive manual does come in handy!") This shocked her since she made sure every Techno Troll was accounted for when she first invaded Techno Reef. So what the heck is this guy doing here?!

The other leaders was surprised and concerned by his arrival, but none of them rivaled the feeling of shock and horror coming from Poppy, and Trollex respectively.

Before they could think any further, and before Barb can even do anything, Branch suddenly leaps from the balloon straight down to where Barb is. And, in the most simplest term I can use, he Falcon Punched her. In the face. The guy's not afraid to play dirty.

Soon enough the two of them got into a nasty brawl, with both giving everything they got to beat the other. One is trying to take the guitar away, and one is trying to keep the guitar from the other. Million pairs of eyes is watching them play it out on stage.

While everyone else was shocked and frozen in place, Poppy began working to get her cage door open while she's distraced. Just as she's about halfway through that the victor of the scuffle is decided. While most of the Rock Trolls on the front seat were too stunned to protect their Queen, a few managed to step in and hold Branch in place. Barb waste no time using the Power Chord on him, to Poppy and the leaders' horror.

When the stone cracked and revealed Branch as a rock zombie, new colours, clothing and all, something in Trollex snapped.

It seems there's a pattern with Techno Trolls being violent when pushed to the brink, as when Barb had finished transforming Quincy and Essence and moved to him and Trollzart, no joke, he flew from his platform, and speeds straight onto Barb to give her a good beatdown like his subject the other Techno Troll did. It sorta worked, since Barb soon fell from her cable straight to the crowd below (man Trollex packs a punch). Before the Rock Trolls in the crowd could get any ideas, Trollex took the guitar from her hands and threw it back on stage, where it's out of her reach for now. He would've followed suit, if Barb hadn't got a good grip on Trollex's fins and dragged him down to her.

But it seems that Trollex's little distraction worked against her favour, as Poppy managed to get out of her cage amidst the scuffle and dashes straight to the guitar, but not before being blocked by rock zombie Branch (I got a design in mind for him, just wait and see winky face). She's horrified at seeing her best friend boyfriend being like this, but she's determined to make things right, to make sure Barb doesn't fall to the wrong path any further and hurt many more innocent Trolls. She does her speech on how everything being the same is hella boring (character development!) and how she can't force someone to be the same as her because differences do matter.

Then she proceeds to smash the guitar to bits, and the strings followed suit.

Suddenly the entire city turned grey, with no colours in sight. The zombified Trolls (ie Branch, Quincy, Essence and Trollzart, who Barb managed to hit when Trollex one punched her) were turned back to normal. But that's not really important when everyone's turned Grey with the loss of the strings.

But the same scene in the movie happened here also, with them singing by themselves bringing their colours and music back. Nothing much changed in that regard.

Branch and Poppy reunited with a hug and Poppy then went full on her apologies, saying that she's sorry for being dismissive on his suggestions and that she should've listened to him more, that her desire to be a good Queen overshadowed what she actually needed to be one; patience and a willingness to listen. Before she could go overboard, Branch stopped her. And then said on how he's also sorry for how angry he got at her, and that he knew she has only done the things she did out of a genuine desire to do good. They finished with another hug, and the infamous dialouge,

"Branch... I love being different."

"And I love you, Queen Poppy."

[Cue the Snack Pack handing eachother money in the background].

After they did that high-five that makes glitter appear out of nowhere, the two are then approached by the Troll of the hour; King Trollex. For the first time in his life, Branch gets to see the tribe he originated from, the tribe he was born to. And Trollex gets to see the Techno Troll born from the egg that was lost to him all those years ago, grew up into a strong and independent soul.

The atmosphere was tense, with no one speaking a word for a while. Branch and Trollex continued to stare at eachother, taking the other in full detail. Poppy was starting to get nervous and decides to cut in, but not before Trollex pulled Branch into a tight hug, fins and all. Branch is justifiably freaked out and froze, but he then heard the words spoken from the Techno Troll monarch,

"I know I mean nothing to you. That you value and love Pop more than Techno, for they are your entire world. And I get it. I respect it. I'd offer you to come home with me, but I know that's useless. But, if you're willing, I'd like for us to get to know eachother, regardless of differences. I failed you then, but please, let me make up for it now. I want to know your trials, your tribulations. Your achievements. Perhaps not as king and subject, but... as friends."

Branch, despite freaking out about the close contact with his king this stranger he just met 30 seconds ago, felt oddly... relieved. And lighter than he was for a long time. Make no mistake, for all that Trollex is supposed to be to him, he's a stranger in his eyes. A person he'll instinctively distance at first. But then again,

What is a stranger if not a person to befriend?

WOO! WE DID IT! WE MANAGED TO REACH THE END, LET'S GO!!

Man, the amount of rewriting I did to make this as coherent as possible is staggering. But I'm glad I persevered, since now the World Tour saga of this AU is finally finished! While yeah, Branch doesn't get to hang around his tribe as much here, but that's what Trollstopia will be about! Oh boy, can't wait to get to that.

But in all cases, thank you for the maybe 6 people now that's been following me through with this, I hope you enjoy what I have to offer. Do not be fooled, for I have much, much more to offer for this AU. Until then, take care!

Band Together awaits :)

#also #the scene with the snack pack disguising themselves as rockers #yeah removed #they literally serve zero purpose #doesnt change anything in the story #so im sorry tiny diamond fans #he stays a background character here #but he wont be in the next installment if u kno what i mean ;)#trolls #techno!branch au #branch trolls #trolls poppy #trolls barb #trolls cooper #trolls prince d #trolls king trollex #trolls king quincy #trolls queen essence

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starsnores · 16 days

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Ok so. I wanted to share a wip of what I was working on for the prisoner au fic. I do really wanna write more for it, I’m just. Very stuck. Writing things and then deleting them, really chasing my own tail. Writers block? I feel like I’m very bad at stringing the little scenes or ideas I have together into something bigger. But I do like how this next part was coming out and idk. Part of me hopes that talking about it more will encourage me to work on it. Bc I liked talking about my aus and stuff and I haven’t in a while. This is supposed to be a very, very rough start to the next chapter.

Rough fabric chafed his chitin. The clothes he’d been given were almost as threadbare as the old tshirt now lying on the floor at his feet. He had scrambled away from the clown, locking himself in the ablution chamber. He didn’t know how long he’d been standing there. Rummaging through the drawers and cabinets hadn’t turned up anything useful, would have no way to hide it if he had, didn’t even have underwear to tuck something into. Karkat wondered if they still had his things or if it had all been incinerated already. He could hear gamzee on the other side of the door, moving with slow heavy steps, evidently not worried about him, at all. How long could he stay in here, avoiding the inevitable. He couldn’t stop the clown from dragging him out if he wanted.

The door hissed as it slid open, and the first thing he saw was Gamzee perched on the back of the couch. In the time that Karkat had locked himself in the abultion chamber he had changed, dressed in an initiate subjugglator uniform, boldly patterned but far less ostentatious then other branches of the cult. It made the sharp angles of his body appear that much more dangerous.

Gamzes eyes flicked toward him, and the fine hairs on his neck stood on end.

"You done, motherfucker?"

Karkat crossed his arms over his chest, still feeling naked, "Yeah. You’re r leaving?”

"We got shit to do. C'mere."

"What do you mean ‘we’?”

Gamzee was already stalking forward something in his hand. Karkat flinched back but Gamzee moved faster, dropping onto a knee and grabbing his foot, throwing him off balance. Karkat reached to steady himself on the first thing his hands could find, tangling his fingers in Gamzee’s wild hair.

He was gently laced into a pair of sandals, and he tried not to shiver at the feeling if cold calloused hands cupping his ankle.

"Never knew they made fuckers as tiny as you."

Karkat thought about ripping the curls from his head.

When he finished he herded Karkat out of the front door. The door clicked as it slid shut behind them. “That’s it? You’re not going to put me on a leash or something?”

The clown shrugged. “Ain’t really got to. You can wander off if you’d like, just don’t think most juggalos would take to kindly to a mutant poking around where he shouldn’t be.” He turned down the corridor and, after a moment, Karkat followed.

The further Gamzee took him out of the hab blocks the more crowded it became. He had never seen so many of the cult in one place, had avoided seeing this many at all costs. Most didn’t seem to notice him. Something less than not caring, their eyes bouncing off of him as he trailed behind gamzee. A few, though, stared openly. Like they were trying to peel back his skin.

Hiding his blood color was habit, but he hadn’t felt this conscious of it in perigrees. Too much time spent alone, maybe.

He tried to keep pace with Gamzee, his long strides carried him far even at his leisurely pace, and karkat was still fatigued by his injuries. He felt like he was chasing after his lusus again. He hated it.

#textsnores #prisoner au

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itsohh · 11 months

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The Contract

A/N: G/N reader, this is the sort of introduction to the vampire AU which will branch out into different one-shots with different characters. This is just a fun little AU which @lululandd and I have been playing around with. (So credit for some of the ideas goes to them)

Summary: When given an opportunity to branch out for a promotion, you couldn't help but jump at the opportunity. Yet with a large amount of paperwork to be signed, you find yourself in a new world that you never knew existed.

Word count: 2793

Warnings: None

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In your lifetime you had seen a lot of paperwork. If there was one thing you were used to, was bureaucracy. The stack of papers in front of you, however, brought things to a different level. The stack Laswell had placed in front of you was about the size of a child and you were, frankly, a bit surprised she could even carry it all. Her hand slipped down the side about a fifth of the way down and picked up part of the stack and placed it on the desk. “This is your contract.” Her eyes met yours for a moment then she placed her hand on the free stack. “This is your NDA.”

“Pardon?” You had signed a lot of things and seen a lot of NDAs in your lifetime. Never like this before.

“The contract highlights all the duties you will be required to perform. I can not allow you to look at it before you have agreed to the NDA. It goes into the specifics of what will happen if you attempt to disclose everything including the risk to your life if you agree.” She informed you. “This NDA and contract relies heavily upon you knowing and understanding what every single word means. The pair of us will be going over it together. If you wish for a lawyer to be present I must insist that they be one of our approved list.”

“Is that even legal?”

“This is…something outside the limits of the law. Your usual laws do not come into play with this agreement. It is part of an international agreement signed by the secretary of state. I can tell you this, the moment you sign this NDA, your life will never be the same.” Your eyes focused on her and your lips opened slightly. “You will not be reprimanded for refusal, everything will return to how it was and nothing will change for you.”

“Are we living in the matrix or something?” You leaned forward and you saw the small corner of his lip curl up and you swallowed. “Ma’am.”

“Sign and find out.”

Laswell had given you a week to fully process everything and come back with your answer. The deep breath she had taken when you signed that NDA. There was a certain fear in her eyes. Almost like a weight had been lifted off her back but immediately replaced with a new one. You blinked a few times at the woman as a fury of emotions cross your face. “Is this a joke? A test?” Your eyes searched her body and she shook her head.

“This is no joking matter.”

“Vampires? Like real life? Ma’am, you can’t be serious. Is this a metaphor? Or a codename?”

“No. I understand this can take a while to process.”

“This is some grade-A conspiracy theory stuff. Vampires? I can understand aliens like the universe is a big space but what is secretly lizard people too? Pigeons that all secretly all cameras.”

“Aliens aren't our concern. Thats an FBI matter-”

“-What?”

“Lizard people are just a stupid thing that people made up decades ago and pigeon theory is illogical at best. We already have the technology for surveillance, cameras are almost everywhere in cities. People's phones, social media. Birds? That would be a pointless waste of resources.” She blinked a couple of times. “Regardless, vampires are indeed all around you. They blend in perfectly with humans.”

“Is that what all the murders are around us in the world?”

“No, those most of the time are just humans. But I can understand why would ask that with media. Vampires haven’t particularly needed to feed from veins since at least the early 19th century.”

“Because of blood donations?”

“No, those are all used in human medical treatment. Powered plasma became extremely widespread as it involves zero risk for everyone involved. It doesn’t provide as many nutrients as straight from the vein but unless you were actively dying... There is no need.”

“Dying? Vampires can die? Aren’t they all like undead or something.”

“Undead isn’t a term I like to use. In all ways, vampires are alive. They are different humans yes and can survive most terms of attack. They can still die.”

“How do you kill one then?” She paused at your question but decided to answer it.

“Complete unrepairable damage to the heart or removal of the head.”

“So the whole stake thing?”

“Works but only if you aim correctly. A stake would have to be made from pure silver and thick enough to destroy the majority of the heart. Removal of the head is fair easier or in the modern age a grenade if hit centre enough would work fairly well.”

“Okay wait, Ma’am, hold on. Does this mean they are affected by warfare?”

“Very much so. The vampire population may be far smaller, minuscule compared to the human population but like I said. They are very much all around you at all times.”

“People I know?” You tapped the centre of your chest with your finger and wet-pressed her lips together.

“Yes.”

“Will you tell me who?”

“It will be important for you to know part of your job so if you choose to accept this contract then I will.”

“I haven’t automatically taken the job by signing the NDA?”

“Of course not, this NDA is about vampiric race. One I had to sign a long time ago. You are part of this world now yes but that doesn’t mean you are forced into this job. You could very well go back to your previous position. Your life would be heavily monitored, but it already is. You wouldn’t notice a thing. No one would believe you regardless. I wouldn’t want to imagine what knowing such a secret without anyone to speak to would do for your mentality but regardless. This job is a taxing one which will see the use of all your skills. I will not force you into it.” Her eyes went to the stack of papers that had been on the desk for two weeks, the bindings untouched. “Now, shall we?”

Minutes ticked by as you looked at the signed paper. “So… I’m your assistant now?”

“To a degree, the role's name is a handler.” She pulled out a small book from inside her jacket and handed it to you. It was old, really old. It had to be at least fifty years old, probably older.

“What's this?”

“Something I started when I became a handler. It’s all the information on vampires that you could possibly need to know. Common mutations, limitations and how to deal with our charges.”

“Ma’am- this is like a hundred years old.” You looked down at the old book and open the pages to see the cursive writing on it with a couple of diagrams.

“Eighty-one years to be exact.”

“And you said you wrote this?” The gears turned in your head and you looked up at her to her waiting eyes. The pair of you stared at each other for a moment. “Are you…?” Your voice carried off while her lips turned into a smile with a slight chuckle. Laswell looked away for a moment and nodded her head. “I was turned after the end of the war.”

“Which war?”

“World War 2. I’m the only handler that's been changed. It was quite the fuss about it but the matter was settled with the creation of the CIA.”

“Why did you change?”

“I was good at my job. Tensions have always been high between humans and vampires and I helped settle that.”

“Then why bring me aboard?” Laswell looked down at the paper you had just signed.

“Vampires can be affected by stress too. Not to the extreme states that humans are but I recognised I was neglecting my role as a handler. With my current position at the CIA, I am unable to perform all my duties to the quality that they require. People will suffer because of that.” You couldn’t help but stare at her as she spoke, your eyes dead set on her mouth. Laswell picked up on the matter almost immediately

Her head tilted slightly and she gave you a knowing look. A look that had your eyes snap up to hers. “For the future, some vampires may take offence to staring at the teeth. I don’t mind, this is, after all, a lot to get used to. I am the exact same person that I was to you yesterday. You will have a lot of questions, all should be answered in that book but a book isn’t the same as real life now is it?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“While it's the two of us, Laswell is fine.” You nodded at her correction and your eyes flashed down to her lips again.

“If you have any questions Agent, you have my permission to ask. If you have questions ever at all I highly advise you to come to me about them. Not all vampires are as patient as you will soon learn.”

“Do you have fangs?”

“I do. Mine are retractable but not everyone is as lucky.”

“What do you mean?”

“Vampires aren’t all the same, we have variation, mutations like humans would. Who our creator is or 'master' if you're more old fashioned, can affect the traits and change to your body. Some vampires are left with a set that won't retract. Normally when that happens the vampire will purposely file them down. There's no need for them to be that sharp.” You looked away at the thought as you debated whether to ask her or if it would be rude. “Would you like to see?” Your eyes snapped to Laswells and you nodded right away. Her teeth flashed as she laughed and nodded. It was a little strange when Kate leaned forward and opened her mouth wide. In all ways, she looked completely human. There wasn’t a thing off about her. Then with a flex of her muscles, her teeth slid out at an insane speed. Despite being prepared for it, you jumped back in your seat with wide eyes.

There was no denying the truth now. Her upper canines had shot down while her lower ones shot up but not as long as her upper ones. You stared at them for what had to be about five minutes before Kate leaned back on her chair and they retracted back into her mouth. As if nothing had happened.

“Does it hurt?”

“No. At least not for me, every vampire is different. She smiled and placed her hands on her lap. “Any other burning questions at the moment?”

“No ma’am.” Laswell gave you a nod and leaned over to her bag. A group of folders were pulled from the bag and she placed them on the desk. “These are our charges. Specifically the top case.” You grabbed the top folder and opened it. “That there is Captain John Price. True age unknown. All you need to know is that he's been alive for a very long time.” You glanced at the picture of him and started to skim his official military record. You flicked through the page and found the ink had changed from the usual black to navy blue. “Everything in blue is class x.” There you started to read the true documented history of his military past. It was extensive.

“Price was one of the vampires who created the vampire-human treaty alliance after the fall of the vampire council.”

“When was that?”

“About three hundred years ago. Vampires were to be treated the same as humans for their crimes and punished as so. He was one of the first enforces of this. It wasn’t until the creation of powered plasma that tensions really died down, that most of the vampiric population adhered to the treaty. There still is the odd vampire who refuses to use powder but so long as they obey the human laws of the country they are in, there's nothing we do.”

“Why wouldn’t you use the powder? Is it hard to eat?”

“Well, you don’t leave it in its powdered form. You heat water and add it. Think of instant coffee. From what I’ve heard from Price, the taste isn’t comparable to human blood. I’ve tried real blood.” You looked down the file, it was obvious a lot was missing or blacked out. “Offspring?” You read out, everything under it was blacked out.

“The registry records who your creator is. We have certified offspring and uncertified offspring. Certified offspring is when both the newborn and the creator testify the same. Uncertified is when only one party agrees. In my case, I am a certified offspring of Price’s.”

“Your charge changed you?” You raised your brows.

“Yes. Now, the next is Lieutenant Simon Riley.” She directed you to the next folder, changing the subject. You didn’t push the matter. You thought that Price’s folder was rather empty, Rileys was on a different level. There was almost nothing inside. You did see one redacted name under his offspring count.

“He goes by Ghost.”

“Laswell, this is an empty folder.” Laswell let out a laugh and nodded.

“Ghost’s identity is a very classified matter. These files of theirs won’t tell you too much. He wears a mask at all times. He may seem intimidating at first but you will get used to him.” You pulled out the next folder.

“Soap?” Your eyes immediately drew to his nickname.

“Sergent Johnny McTavish. Goes by Soap or John. Don’t call him Johnny, he doesn’t like it.” Your eyes looked over to his military history.

“He fought in World War 2 when he was human?”

“Yes, he was changed a few years before I was. Your final charge is Gaz. Or Kyle Garrick. You frowned as you looked at the file, it had relatives listed in it, his birthdate. His file seemed completely normal as if you were looking at a human file. You gave Laswell a slightly confused look and she looked away for a second and then looked back at you.

“Garrick is still considered a newborn. His creator is unknown but Price has taken the role up. Garrick must be always paired up with either Price or Ghost. Preferably Price.”

“Why?”

“Vampires are apex killers by nature. We, of course, are more than that nature, but it takes time to control one's self. These men all belong to battlefields, they are constantly surrounded by blood and learned to control themselves far quicker than most have to. There's still always the risk with someone as young as Garrick, it's best to be safe.”

“I’ll be assigning them missions?” You looked a little taken back.

“No, in the odd case that I am unable and someone else is in charge of their mission it's important your my voice in my stead. You will be responsible mainly for making sure they receive the proper food in the field and at times may be sent out with them.” You swallowed, you recall reading that in the contract and nodded.

“I’ve never been into an active warzone before.”

“You have been to bases and have combat experience. You can handle it. They will listen to you, they may not like it, but they will. In three days time we will meet with Price. Perhaps some of the team, it's important that you develop a level of trust, familiarity and respect. It’s been a long time since the Captain has had a different handler. Don’t worry about him, spend tomorrow going through that book I gave you. It has more information than any file that I can give to you. I suggest writing out a copy of it, writing notes may help you. Whatever notes you make you must guard with your life, make the book highly flammable and keep a lighter on you at all moments if you don’t already. None of this can get into the enemy's hands.”

“Yes ma’am.”

“I’ll pick you up from your apartment in two days. Be packed and ready to go.”

“The contract said I would be stationed in England right?”

“That's correct, having you close to them will make things far easier. Your current accommodation, do you have plans for it?”

“I was unsure if I would be staying here. I’ve talked a bit with a real estate agent but not much further than that.”

“Sell it if you have no plans on coming back here, you won’t be positioned here long term in the future. If you are needed here I will arrange accommodation, a hotel. All expenses will be paid.”

“What time should I expect you?”

“0500 hours, we have a flight to catch.”

“Yes ma’am.”

#mw2 x reader #modern warfare 2 #cod x reader #call of duty

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dairyfreenugget · 4 days

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That oc with pk is absolutely adorable! What’s the lore for that au and how they got together, if you don’t mind me asking?

Sorry this is a bit late, but thank you!

This is basically a little post game ending AU I made with @demonicintegrity 's help except PK survives (and I also frankenstained our messages together so hopefully it's a coherent story)

Anyway this is super long so I'm putting it under read more

Hollow is sort of aimless and doesn't know what to do with themself now that they've served their purpose so they just. Wander. Until they meet PK and basically decide hey I'm his knight, knights are supposed to protect their kings right? I'll just follow him. Meanwhile, PK's having an awful time and doesn't want anything to do with Hollow but the stubborn bug will. Not. Leave. Him. Alone.

PK also wants them to not be subservient to him and be an actual person and shit but he doesn't know how to go about making that change. First option was avoiding them so they had no choice but to make their own decisions but they just wouldn't. Piss. Off. Second option was just ordering them to be a person. He's not the best at this

Hollow just interprets any suggestion of his as an order and it's one hell of a battle to change that. PK and Hornet essentially try to teach Hollow how to be a person, with mixed results.

Hollow also has a lot of mixed feelings. Hurt and anger mixed with wanting affection and comfort from their parents mixed with feeling they don't deserve that affection and putting them up on a pedestal and treating them as gods and royals instead of parents, any kind of attention or care feels blasphemous to them. They're stubborn and think very badly of themself, still clinging to this idea that they're a tool and are meant to serve. Hell concoction!

They get out of it but. It takes lots of work.

First time they disagree with PK and have an argument, he genuienly celebrates after he cools off. FINALLY they're not just going with anything and everything he says! If only this argument wasn't about Hollow's worth, but...you know. Two step forward one step back.

Hollow also has a mouth now, one The Radiance made. The bottom of their mask shattered to make room for it. They also now have a voice, raspy, rough and painful, and mostly unused because they hate it.

So the first time they use it around PK it's a shock for him

Hollow: Can you stop fucking pacing? The tap tap tapping is going to give me a migraine

PK: Oh, very sorry I just- YOU TALK?

Hollow, nodding:

Pk: since when!?

Hollow: ….. since She was using me to scream

Pk, slapped in the face:

But! On the plus side, now they can eat and taste things. PK's new favourite hobby is getting them new meals to try...for better or for worse,

PK, finding a VERY bitter fruit: "....Hey Hollow, wanna try something?"

Hollow makes a face and that's probably the first time they heard their father genuienly laugh

Proceeds to eat fruit out of his hand like a horse.

And then just. Keeps the fruit there after one chew.

“….. you can spit it out if out if you need too.”

“………. -slowly let’s it slide out of mouth and onto the ground-“

Looks at their father with an absolute look of betrayal

“……..”

“…….. some people like bitter fruits.”

"You could have warned me. You knew."

But their favourite food is berries :] Any berries, as long as they're not bitter. Will wat them right off the branches, often with leaves and stuff because they don't feel like picking them off.

He ans Hornet also teach Hollow how to hunt. And they proceed to hunt regularly for their entire family (the poor tiktik population...)

They just drop a dead bug on their mother's lap all proud and she makes a face

WL: Thank you, but-

PK, through their mind link: DON'T YOU DARE

WL, also through their link: But I don't need to eat with my mouth!

PK: THEY DON'T NEED TO KNOW THAT, LOOK AT THAT FACE!

Hollow, waiting for the rest of her sentence: …….?

Wl: …. I’ll get to it in a moment dear, not super hungry at the moment

Hollow, still pleased with this:

PK helps her burry it so she can absorb it through her roots

PK eventually tells them and they start burying their kills and helps PK keep the soil nutrients rich for their mum

At least once a day Wl looks down and feels hollow digging a hole for their kill for her

Eventually she pats their head and tells them that decomposition, even with her roots, isn’t as fast as eating. So she really doesn’t need a substantial kill each day

Starts giving their dad kills every day instead

Pk, internally wondering about the ecological impact his kid might be having:

Hollow is an invasive species

Gets them to be occupied with something

But their family quickly tries to figure out a different possible hobby before they decimate the local wildlife population

Hornet and Pk at least keep moving around so they have to spend time finding them

Hornet: one day you’re gonna get caught in one of my traps I swear

Hollow: Nu uh

OH PK trying to get them to treat him like family and not authority and I think Hollow going to sleep in the nest he made for them right next to his would be a pretty big step

Because previously being close to him felt wrong, blasphemous, knights aren't supposed to sleep in the same den as their Kings, they're supposed to have their own quarters

Especially since they’ve never really. Seen him sleep before

After first they’re tempted to sit up, still play guard, but Pk tells them to lay down and rest. Put that fucker in a headlock because they absolutely will follow their old programming otherwise

Pk opens eye and sees they’re laying down but clearly just watching him and not actually sleeping.

Just baps their face.

“Sleep”

And keeps his hand their as he closes his eyes

His hand fits squarely between their big eyes

A scene I thought up that I kinda wanna draw (but probably won't)

Hollow's going Through It and PK doesn't know what to do so he just wraps himself around them and hopes physical contact will help calm them down

This is the first full on affection he showed to them aside from that one time he kept his hand on their head as they slept

And Hollow just. Starts crying

They don't know why, their chest just feels tight and...hurts. They didn't realise how much they just wanted a hug from him all these years

"...D...dad..." They croak out in their broken, rough voice between their sobs

It felt like a hit aimed right at his heart, clawing his chest open. They never called him that before. He curls tighter around them and shifts to place a gentle lick on their forehead

"Shhh," He nuzzled them, "It's okay. It's okay, Hollow. I'm right here."

Hollow chewing PK's tail like one of these necklace stim toys and PK doesn't mind because his chitin is extremely hard

He's just doing his own thing while his kid is chewing and growling

PK absentmindedly moving his tail while he works on something and Hollow's playing with it

He only notices when he moves it further than usual and Hollow zooms across the den to catch it

Looks over and Hollow's staring at his tail like O_O

Has to move his tail a couple times to confirm that yes, hollow is zooming

“You’re just like your sister when she was little” (Bold words from somebody who would also get zoomies if his wife put a root in front of his face)

Hollow is also only a nickname, they don't have a proper name and go by their title The Hollow Knight. Others aren't happy about it either but Hollow doesn't care about picking a name. File this in your brain for later, it'll be important in just a second.

Anyway. Hollow has kids.

yknow how some trees when damaged or moved they lay down a ton of seeds to make up for potentially dying? They realize Hornet is missing from the whole silksong shenanigans after growing and being basically okay and better.

Stress and drop some seeds before going to look for her.

And then coming back and seeing some weird ass sprouts in their house/den/whatever

Trips on a growing sprout as they come back home to have their first night of sleep in like three months.

just faceplants and goes yeah its naptime right here

Wakes up to like. 5 whole children

most of them look v v much like a bby Hollow so for a good thirty seconds they think theyre still asleep and just kinda groggy

Gonna panic and scoop the babies up and head for the first family member they can find

"Dad I need help"

"What is it Ho- WHAT IN THE WORLD???"

Hornet, who also just woke up because she just had her first night of full sleep in months: huh

Hornet, not ready to unpack this: Theyre not hungry not injuried and responsive?

Hollow, nodding:

Hornet, rolling over: okay cool its a tomorrow problem then

Oh so helpful sister

Hollow: I don't wanna be a parent :( I can barely take care of myself

PK, looking at the five babies in their arms: I think it's a bit late for that

Hollow: How did this even happen

PK: i dunno youre the one who procreated. Whos the other parent??

Hollow: i dunno I just came back, tripped on a weird plant growing in my den and woke up to them.

Pk: ........ Here hold them I'm gonna go talk to your mother real quick

They have mother fucking Mary situation on their hands. FIVE Jesus bugs

One hell of a conversation did PK have to have with his wife when they arrived huh

“Our kid had kids it seemed.”

“Oh? I wasn’t aware they were seeing someone.”

“They seemed to have laid roots down and kids spawned kids that way my root.”

“Hm”

Hollow after getting a Root birds and the bees talk: Is there any way to stop that from happening again? I think five is enough for me

WL: Not that I know of

Hollow:[let's out the most miserable Ough known to man]

Luckily the new babies seem well behaved enough. And just kinda. Want to be on or around Hollow.

Dont seem to demand much

Theyre gonna be shocked when five little peeps are just babbling in void speech tho

Hollow decides that maybe being a parent isn't so bad once they figure out they can get the babies to torment their grandpa

the psychic damage pk receives bc they look so so similar to a bby hollow. Affectionately calls them the clones because of that

Another nickname is the terrors because they WILL try to maul him

Hornet, next time she sees the babies and is playing is one of them: Have you named them yet? Hallownestians name their babies right?

Hollow: Spawn one through five.

Hornet: fu-....God help me. Just one through five??

Hollow, nodding and pointing to each kid and knowing which is who:

They dont know how to name. they were never named. they were only ever given titles. described. they dont know how to name. But they know how to observe. One was the first one they saw when they woke up, and so on.

But theyll be observant. the curious one. the chatty one. the active one. theyll all be known.

PK is gonna dig through the Hallownest ruins in desperation to find a damn names book

Maybe recruits Hornet to help

Hornet: Here

Hollow: What's that?

PK: A book of names. You are not naming my first grandchildren One through Five

Hollow: they are getting titles! As they grow!

Pk and Hornet: huh????

Hollow: The first one, they are the curious one. They explore the most, and always want to see what im doing. They like to be picked up to be tall. This second one, the chatty one. Constantly chirping and poking through the void. They will wake their siblings if theyre awake first.

Hornet: That's hardly any better! Titles aren't names either

Hollow: Well, you call me Hollow, don't you?

PK, having a horrible realisation:

Hornet: ............. ohhhhh shiiiittt......

Pk:

Hollow: It's fine. They will earn many nice titles growing up.

Hornet: okay. I get like, Deepnest does the naming after getting to know them but thats a name. Not a collection of random adjectives.

Hollow: Its not random I know them.

PK: ..........I need to find some sort of still living therapist, I swear........

Hollow: Huh???

But the numbers/titles stick. Hollow is one stubborn bitch

One is the curious one, the explorer. Two is chatty, likes to be social. Three is clingy and shy and just wants to be with someone at all times, but if you're not their siblings, parent, grandpa, grandpa or auntie they will NOT like you. Four is a menace, just a little mischievous bug. And Five is the brave one, tries to be the leader and protector of their siblings, has a stick for a "nail" because they wanna be a knight like their parent and brave protector like their auntie.

The mini Hollows are cute. The group of them like to sit in the dirt and watch.

Gets to plan a whole attack on grandpa or auntie

With an excuse of teaching them to hunt and defend themselves early

pk will never see it coming

many of the babies like to dig.

Dig holes. Dig tunnels. Dig and bury themselves in dirt.

Gonna break his damn leg on one of the holes one day when he's visiting Hollow and the grandterrors

menace number four, stepping right on top of every healed wound on Hollow as they climb across them simply trying to lay down and rest:

Hollow:

Hollow: ah

I think it'd be cute if PK teaches them how to groom the babies. He still remembers something from raising Hornet so he helps somewhat. so many wriggly babies to try and keep clean challenge (impossible. they yearn for the dirt)

Nr 1 squeaks and squals in protest and wiggles as grandpa cleans them

They don't wanna be CLEAN they wanna go explore and play in the dirt >:[

Hornet told Hollow once that its important for children to explore and look at different things and see different places.

So they would saddle them all up on their back and go on field trips.

Number four would try to eat a crystal in the mine

It makes pk happy because its actually really encouraging hollow to go out more often and plan to do different things

Whenever they stumble onto each other when they're like that he jokes that the stag of little terrors has arrived

"okay. Attack"

"Wait-"

Pk can fly so it saves him if he reacts fast enough

Grandpa won't play with them?

Cruel and unusual punishment

they cheep and try to chase after him in the air

They do not pay attention and run right into a sewer in the city and make Hollow panic

The children are alright but both pk and hollow panic for a good moment

and they need a proper bath now

The One Time the terrors would like a bath time

But neither their parent nor grandpa want to groom them so into the fountain or lake they go

Poor things get pulled out a shivering wet sad mess

PK: Maybe now you won't try to maul grandpa

Hollow: Nah, just look where you're going when trying to kill

They all immediately climb onto Hollow and shove their little faces into them. No more wet time its time to get out of the rain.

The 5 menaces start attacking PK on their own accord when they grow up enough. Hollow taught them well (PK doesn't agree)

They also eat out of hands like horses, just like their parent. The Foals 💜

PK is feeding the babies berries out of his hand and suddenly mama's looming over him also, waiting for a treat

PK: ...Seriously, you need to think up some names, I'm not calling them numbers

Hollow: They'll get titles with time, it's alright

PK: Titles are not names

Hollow: They're just as good

PK: Hollow-

Hollow: Pale

PK: 🧍

Hollow: ..... thats what I thought

PK: What if we'll find you a name also? Wouldn't you like one?

Hollow: Eh, I'm used to Hollow by now

PK: 🧍

number one would be fascinated by eyes and try. to touch. Bother grandpa. "Please dont"

The five are so used to mama not being warm and then they discover the joy of warm toasty cuddles with auntie and grandparents

Hollow gets abandoned SO fast

Must absorb all warmth

Hollow: The betrayal. My own children. Stabbed me in the back.

PK with babies piled on top of him (and Hornet): Don't be dramatic

Hollow slowly just scruffs a baby one at a time to pull back into their own nest

They're gonna SCREAM for WARMTH. CRUEL PARENT. TAKING THEM AWAY FROM BEING COSY AND TOASTY

plops them in blankets and tells them theyre fine. Hornet and PK can't help but be amused

Mx. "I don't want to be a parent" now being super doting and jealous whenever their babies aren't with them

these are their babies. Their babies who they know well and take good care of thank you very much

They're SO gonna get teased for that. A typical protective wyrm parent. It's cute

Hornet makes the babies little sweaters or cloaks

They're all a little different

From insight from Hollow on their personalities and what they like

theyre all silent/can only speak in void. So gauging some personality needed some help.

Hollow is so pleased they all like their new cloaks.

And they deny endlessly that they need a new on. But Hornet gets them a new one anyways

The kiddos make dirtmouth so lively once theyre old enough to play outside more

Okay back to the canon characters and the angst,

PK often babysits the 5 to give Hollow a break, and during one night when they're staying with him he has a nightmare about Hollow killing him. Wakes up startled and panting.

He feels like he would deserve that fate but the nightmare still felt so horrifying and real, and he just stays there shaking and wonders if the anger and hatred he saw in his dream is really how Hollow feels and they've just been tolerating him at best in actuality

His grandkids were sleeping with him, so he just looks down at the baby currently in his arms and just buries his face in them

He loves these five so so damn much, he wonders if they love him too- he wonders how Hollow can even tolerate him around their young

He just nuzzles into the baby in his arms, trying to forget about his brewing thoughts and fall back asleep

Hollow definitely had some wildly complicated feelings about him, their relationship was very volatile at times, and they for sure felt anger at him for what he's done to them

But it's been years now that they've spent bonding together, years to heal and grow a more proper father-child relationship, and with time they've learned to stop seeing him as a king creator but their father, and they learned to love him like one too

They're just not an overly affectionate person, but they're generally a complete recluse so the fact that they spend so much time with him is a testament to their love for him, he just haven't seen it yet. He didn't really get many opportunities to see how Hollow is with most people so he doesn't realise just how differently they treat him, Hornet, White Lady and their children.

And yeah, they won't lie, their relationship is rocky at times and he did massively fuck up in the past, but they still love him and see him as their father.

Had they found out about his nightmares they'd just lie with him and gently nudge their muzzle against his hand, maybe even worming their snout under it so he can hold his hand on their mask like that one time, hoping that this gesture would be enough to make him realise

And it would be

Also he is Very bothered by them still going by The Hollow Knight alone while they couldn't care either way

He'd bring it up again and they just look at him

"You really want me to have a name?"

"That...would be better, I think."

"Okay. Name me, then."

"...what?"

"You're my father. I don't have a name because you never gave me one, so if you want me to have one you should give it to me."

"But...me? Why me?"

"You're my father."

"I know that, but... I don't think I deserve to- Wouldn't you like to name yourself?"

They shake their head, "I do not care either way. I am just fine continuing to go by The Hollow Knight, I would also accept any name you pick for me, I truly don't feel strongly about this."

"But- I- why wouldn't you want to choose? I picked that title for you, I chose the trajectory of your life, I think you should get to choose for once."

"I am choosing. I'm choosing for my father to give me a name. It's Hallownest's tradition for parents to choose names for their hatchlings after they develop their personalities, so if I was to have a name I want it to be a proper one. One my parent would give me."

"...but...why me? Why would you want a name I give you after everything..."

"Doesn't that also apply to my title? The Hollow Knight, or even this nickname Hollow, is something you've given me," They tilt their head, "Is this why you feel so strongly about me choosing a name?"

"..."

Really torn up between continuing to call them Hollow here as shortening of The Hollow Knight or if they should get a name

Because I thought of calling them Echo that that's such a pretty name,, could be named after their quiet disposition

I think they'd be a recluse who doesn't say much and prefers to let their actions speak for themselves, only really talks when spoken to

But for now it's Hollow

I think after Hollow has the five seedlings they might move from living in the ruins of Hallownest and frequently travelling around to the outskirts of Dirtmouth, where they can keep their privacy and relative quietness but where its also considerably safer for the children

Hornet and Pale King would visit frequently, sometimes babysit for them while they go off to have a break (mostly their father, who doesn't mind and even enjoys taking care of these children (he sees this as an opportunity to fix his past mistakes, could never be a father to his child so at least he can help raise his grandchildren), as opposed to Hornet who's probably a very cool aunt but isn't the best with kids in the long run)

I think PK would also settle in Dirtmouth after a while. Spends 50/50 time living there and with his wife

Azalea, the moth, is an old librarian that eventually moved to Dirtmouth after the infection ended. She likes the quiet and keeps to herself, likes to have long conversations over tea, gets along best with Elderbug and PK for that reason...and weirdly enough, somewhat okay with Zote, but only because she likes to listen to people ramble on for hours, he's like a white noise machine to her but she has 0 clue what bro's yapping about.

She meets PK after Hollow moves to Dirtmouth with their seedlings. PK naturally visited them often and even stayed over to help take care of the kids, eventually moving there. They happened to stumble on each other while he was with his grandkids and started chatting. Their love is slow burning they first became friends and slowly came to take care for each other more than that, but it takes PK a long while to realise she's into him and he feels the same. She also eventually learns of his past and doesn't care much, doesn't treat him differently because he was a king, which is a huge relief to him. She enjoys his company and loves flying with him, she rarely gets to do that with anyone anymore. WL is very encouraging to PK about pursuing this relationship, but for a long while he didn't because he had convinced himself that she only sees him as a friend (it won't stop Azalea from making jokes that she's the second woman in the relationship/a mistress). Eventually she gets to meet WL too and they get along, swap funny stories about PK over tea. Eventually Azalea and WL become an item too, but similarly to her with PK it takes a while for them to get together.

Also I've been very tempted to keep Radiance alive for this AU because her reaction and feelings towards 1 out of 2 of her last surviving moths being with HIM would be very entertaining. Azalea doesn't remember their old goddess and would think she's just an ordinary moth and tries to make friends with her because there's so few of their people nowadays, it's good to have somebody you relate to! She occassionaly mentions her lovely centipede boyfriend and Radi truly couldn't give two shits, until she finds out who he is. PK also becomes very protective of Azalea after finding out Radi's alive, suddenly becomes very comfortable with PDA when she's around KDHDBDV Azalea doesn't mind and finds it amusing, but also why is he so clingy all of the sudden?

That's roughly everything :] This AU doesn't have a name yet so. If you have any ideas feel free to propose something

#thylacines can talk #asks #my ocs #oc: azalea #oc: one #oc: two #oc: three #oc: four #oc: five

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bluegekk0 · 7 months

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whats fpks relationship with herrah? I know canonically, white lady doesnt really feel any ill will towards her as she likes hornet, but how do you think fpk feels towards her? And, since I can't leave grimm out of this, how does he feel about herrah? Maybe he'd feel similarly to wl, since she's basically his daughter now

while typing this out i have another question, which of the dreamers are still alive in your AU, and what are their relationships with fpk, if any? since holly is alive id assume you branched off of the embrace the void ending, and i dont believe you need to kill any dreamers for that end (if I'm wrong, do correct me!), and quirrel in your AU doesn't have monomons mask, so i can only assume ghost at least got to her.

love your stuff, stay well!

it was... not the best, admittedly. granted, they weren't hostile towards each other, i actually think that herrah warmed up to him a little bit, mostly seeing how attached he got to hornet. they certainly had a common reason to bond over, the problem is that fpk was afraid of her. among his species, it's quite common for the larger female to kill and eat the male after mating, so it's coded in his brain to expect that possibility. with wl, it was a bit different - she's more plant-like, and so her behavior is very different to that of a wyrm, or any other carnivorous species, and that comforts his mind a little bit. but with herrah, he sadly couldn't have that assurance, so he was very stressed out about it and expecting the worst

their affair was part of a bargain, so he knew it was his obligation to fullfil his side, but he was terrified throughout all of it. on top of that, since he's gay in the au, he had another reason not to enjoy it very much, though he didn't realize at the time. so all in all, it was a very unpleasant experience, and it greatly impacted his perception of herrah. i do think he have liked for it to be different, after all, she was hornet's mother and i'm sure he would love to have a more pleasant relationship with her, if only for the sake of their daughter. but his fear was too strong and so he rarely visited deepnest aside from seeing hornet (probably for the better since deepnest wasn't particularly fond of him. too bright of a light, for one haha)

as for grimm, you said herrah, but judging by the rest of that sentence i'm assuming you meant hornet, so just in case i'll go over both. i don't think he interacted with herrah much, perhaps he knew her before the whole bargain deal, but nothing more than just being aware of her existence. and with hornet, like you said, she's basically his daughter now and he most certainly sees her as such. definitely more than wl did, but her being emotionally distant is basically a given - she didn't dislike hornet but to call their relationship a mother-daughter one would be an exaggeration. grimm, however, absolutely sees her as his own child. he did that even before him and fpk became a thing - he always liked to imagine himself and fpk raising her together, but since it wasn't meant to be at the time, he instead brought her gifts and entertained her with his powers whenever he visited. these days it's a tad more complicated with hornet's refusal to admit that she sees him as a father figure and her overall bitterness, but his attitude hasn't changed at all. of course, he doesn't pamper her with gifts anymore, but he enjoys spending time with her and bonding over shared interests. their relationship is fun, they have the generally laid back, joking type dynamic of close friends, but it's clear that grimm does thinks of her as his child, meanwhile hornet seems to get upset at that idea, but secretly really cares about him

the dreamers are something i thought about before and i'm considering leaving one of them alive, since i think they're interesting characters and i'd love to explore at least one of them post-ending. as you said, monomon is a goner, and so is herrah, as hornet in the au finds there to be no reason to visit deepnest unless she has to, so it's a natural assumption that her mother is dead. that leaves lurien, and with the city of tears slowly returning to its prime over the course of the au, he would be a pretty good fit for an important figure that watches over its development. but i haven't decided yet. if i choose to keep him dead, then i think it would be a fun idea for his butler to be "promoted" to lurien's previous role, since he was his most trusted bug. we'll see, i like both of those options, and i'll have to see what i decide on

thanks a lot for the ask! i really enjoyed these questions. hope you have a great day/night!

#ask stuff #feral pk au

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acaciapines · 7 months

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taking the initative - how does having a daemon work for Hunter? given, you know, everything about grimwalkers. I'm also super interested in how you worked out the Azura series!

he he :333 i'll put this under a cut since hunters Deal is a pretty big thing we unpack over the course of the daemon au so. technically spoilers!! if you wanna wait a year til it comes out or somehow came across this while i was posting the fic.

anyways! so hunter is a freak of nature (affectionate) even by grimwalker standards njgdfg. but before we get into that i gotta do some ~term definition~ cause both daemons and palismen exist in this world and its important you know what i mean when i use em!

daemon: we know them. we love them. what you think of when i say 'daemon au.' creatures made entirely of dust that are the other half of a human, who can change shape up until they settle (around 12 years of age), and have a set range based on their form of how far they can go from said human, with most being between like 10-20 feet. daemons are born when their human is like, 6 months to a year old, slowly forming until they've got enough dust to take their first form.

palismen: the other half of a witch. palismen are born with their witches at palistrom trees--pregnant witches seek out a palistrom tree thats calling to baby and give birth there, and when the witch-baby is born a part of the palistrom tree will break off (usually leaves, twigs, branches, in the past berries + flowers) and become their palisman. palismen can change form up until a witch settles (typically upon joining a coven at 18), and until they settle have no set range--witch and palisman can go as far from each other as they want.

anyways with THAT out of the way, for all intents and purposes golden guards, seeing as they're all grimwalkers of a human, work on the human-side of things. but hunter and fidelity/flapjack (will be using flapjack for clarity's sake going forwards) use witch and palisman respectively since that's the world they grew up in lol.

all living creatures have some sort of connection to dust. for humans this is daemons, for witch palismen, demons have a variety of ways (some have flowers, some are connected to specific places, ex. hooty to the owl house, etc). so, every single living thing is in some way connected to the world around it. this includes hunter!

so, for most of the grimwalkers, they were made of caleb's bones. so, they were pulled out of the ground, and when they were their daemons formed--since grimwalkers Grow underground for a while their dust has the time to build up into their daemon. but see. belos might have made a little mistake in how often he murdered grimwalkers cause come hunter's time and he might. just a little bit. be out of caleb bones. whoopsie! but, you know, he does have some of caleb's daemon's dust, left. that's the same as bone, right?

and thus we get hunter and flapjack. flapjack is the grimwalker--her ortet was the dust of fidelity, caleb's daemon, and so she's dragged out of the ground as a wolfhound, the same form fidelity settled as. flapjack is entirely flesh and blood and has no ability to change. she is, technically, the witch.

but hunter.

needless to say belos was not expecting a weird little witch-baby, that's for certain!

now of course flapjack and hunter do Not know any of this at the start lol, and there's a bit more to it than this (hunter doesnt know he can change form! hmm, i wonder why....), but i need to keep some of my secrets.

as for azura! its not entirely worked out yet (i did just come up with the idea like, a few days ago so ive got some stuff to add in the edits), but the general idea of it is that when luz's dad was dying he very much left her the azura books on purpose. luz and mari have always very obviously stood out from their peers (its the neruodivergency) and as they approached 12 and still weren't settled, and as mari more often than not spoke for luz which is a HUGE no-no (daemons, after all, arent supposed to speak....)

yeah so camila + manny were terrified for her lol. thus azura! in my mind the azura books are very interested in taking the term witch--in my human world sort of the common word for what is medicalized as 'bond disorders,' ie, someone who doesnt settle by 12-13, someone who doesnt WANT to settle, a daemon who speaks when they should have grown out of this--and saying, hey, guys, uh, what the fuck?

so, azura is a witch! i imagine like witches of legend azura (in my eyes being the daemon's name, not that i know what the human would be named lol) wouldn't have a range, and would be various bird-forms. it explores ideas of teenagers not settling, and struggling to figure out who you are when 'who you are' is a thing you do not get to change, and people who do settle do so as daemon-forms that are ALSO medicalized (think, fish. which is the daemon luz's dad had! not sure what fish yet, but he had a fish :D)

basically: I Have A Lot Of Thoughts. Ha. Ha. hope you enjoyed them!

#ask #daetalk #toh #daemon au #if you (general) have any further questions feel free to throw them my way lol #also if there are any typos oops im about 2 be late so i gotta BOOK IT #and a grove of palistrom to you

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luci-in-trenchcoats · 3 months

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Good evening,

Just popping in to say hi and check in on how you are doing? I’m really enjoying the pieces you have put forth for your febuwhump! There are all so good and leaving me wanting more and imagining what would happen next. I’m also loving how each piece features a different character I.e Dean, Jensen , or Beau. And especially Beau since we got to see so little of him so I’m enjoying all fics that expand on his character.

Couple of questions.

When ideas spark for a new fic with no specific character in mind. You know you want your reader to be this and dealing with that and have X Y Z happen but it doesn’t matter who is the character, my question is how do you pick. As in how do you decided to make it a Dean, AU Dean, Sam, Soilder boy etc? Do you just choose your favorite or brainstorm the world you want it happen in and then think the idea would fit if better if it was in a world with powers or spn-verse? (I hope that made sense)

Also who is your favorite non Jensen character to write for?

Lastly do you ever go back and just read your own fics for fun or simply to dive back in the world or are you the type of person who doesn’t like to read your own stuff? I find myself personally doing it a lot lately and it makes sense cause I wrote it bc I wanted it and was curious if others did the same.

Hope you are doing well. Thanks for everything!

Hi there! Things have been a little hectic lately! Overall things are good but work's been a wee bit nuts to put it mildly. I've been working late most nights this year (and last) but my boss told me to leave early today which was a win!

The febuwhump drabbles have been fun to work on! They're definitely snapshots in time that could easily keep going. There's one in particular that's not out yet that I think could draw a lot of interest for more 👀 I'm glad I'm able to jump around with the characters! It makes things a little harder which is a good thing to me since it makes me think.

For your first question of how I pick characters for stories, I try to let the plot drive the decision. If it's set in the SPN world, in cannon where the boys are hunters, I generally go with Dean because he's my favorite but also because I feel like I can write him better than say Sam. Now say it was a story about a superhero. Well let's say I've got AU Dean, AU Jensen and Soldier Boy as my options. Do I want the hero to be dark? Vulgar? Sensitive? Rich? Poor? How do I want the relationship with the reader to develop? Short answer is I ask myself a lot of questions in a short amount of time and branch down whatever path I think makes most sense. Sometimes where it really could be anyone, if I'm leaning towards someone in particular I'll pick them, or if I haven't written for them lately it'll go to them. It's a complicated answer but it really does change depending on the story!

Favorite non-Jensen character in the fanfic world to write for is Benny and Michael (I'm going to consider him separate even though he's Michael!Dean). Benny's one of my favorite side characters to throw into AU's you might notice. He's easily a good fit for a best friend character but has a certain...roughness to him that compliments Dean if that makes sense. If they do more SPN, I demand more Benny lol. As for Michael, I think he's a truly complicated character that is capable of both good and evil. When I wrote Wicked Game that was a big risk since it's a story focused so much on Michael. A reader is absent for a significant part of it even. But I just find the concept of the villain having a soft side so much fun (and writing that dark side too).

I do read my own stuff! Generally I do this with series more than one shots or imagines but I have my favorites I revisit with those too. I think all writers should re-read their stuff for fun. There's so much that's freeing when you're not being critical of the work but just enjoying it and it really helps you understand why readers might love something you think is awful. One of my favorite things is to see someone like or reblog a fic in my activity feed and then I get reacquainted with a story I completely forgot about! You're definitely not alone in re-reading!

I hope you're doing good and have a great day!

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loupy-mongoose · 11 months

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So I guess the current theme is future stuff before the plot continues. So then a theory for Midas.

I imagine that midas grown up would be a very loving and emotional individual. I can imagine during the aneira situation he‘s just trying to console a worried akoya while internally panicking and trying not to burst out into a crying fit himself. By the way I imagine that a situation like this would have sent the other members of their family running to their side including the other kids, any mates or other family they might have around them as well as persim andany of akoyas other siblings they ran into that decided stick around and any other family they might have around, much like Pokémon-ash-au’s world when ash died. So that’s why Midas is present here.

(I‘m also kinda curious when an update is coming on trials, no pressure though move at your own pace)

Before anything else, I've noticed people being kinda harsh to others in the past for comments like this, where artists are being pushed. I'd like to ask that you DON'T do that here. I'll say my own piece, and would rather there not be any harsh words in the comments. Please and thank you.

Oh mate, I don't have much choice the pace I move at. I've never been diagnosed, but I strongly suspect I have ADD, and I really can't get myself to do art I don't want to do. I definitely have hyper-fixations, and the future stuff (Jerry in particular) seems to be a micro-fixation at the moment.

I will draw what I want, when I want. Not always by my own choosing, lol. That goes to anyone who's waiting on anything in particular from me, btw. Not that I'd let anyone, but I really can't be pushed to do what I don't want to do, art-wise.

On top of that, I am one person who draws for free and for fun. And that is the reason for "Arting as I Please".

As far as the Midas thing, I can't really delve into what'll happen with him--Not necessarily for spoilery reasons, but because I've barely thought it out myself. XD

I feel it's not a spoiler to say, you're right that he'll be a loving and emotional individual. He is now, and that won't change. He will always have a strong love for his family, and will be eager to help out and offer an extra pair of loving arms to those who need it. The same is true of all the Lindens in the future, as long as their own lives don't prevent it for any reason. They will be loyal to their clan, no matter how far out their branches reach. <3

#xdertyh #ask #babbies #Jerry

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neocitybooty · 1 year

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I Choose You [M]

Genre: Smut, Office AU, Multiple Partners, Fluff, Angst, M/F

Pairing: Jaehyun x Johnny x Original Character

Word Count: 1.4K

Warnings: Oral sex, Sub/Dom dynamics, bodily fluids, masturbation, vulgar language, choking, rough sex, multiple partners, unprotected sex

Summary: Carmella requested a transfer within her company and moved to the other side of the world. She soon realizes she bit off more than she can chew once she starts working at the home branch…

A/N: We are almost there!! I know y’all are SICK of me and these late updates but I really have a lot going on in my daily life. Hmmm let’s see. I’m going through a career change and I am newly single. I am fine. The sex wasn't that spectacular, I was going to dump him as soon as summer began. And he didn’t like NCT so it was never going to work, I fear.

Chapter 7

“Call me back right now.” Mela said into her phone as she reached Jaehyun’s voicemail for the third time. He had slipped out early before she rose and had not returned any phone calls.

She saw the news. She saw everything. She knew. This is what had Jaehyun shaken up the night prior. Joo was dead. He had been murdered.

Who could do such a thing? And more importantly, why him?

A wave of terror had rolled through Mela as she watched the anchor speak about details of the crime. He wasn’t at the party because he was probably already dead.

Mela rested her cheek on her as she thought about the events that might have taken place. Did he perhaps work late or head back to the office because he had forgotten something?

Mela’s phone rang loudly, interrupting her thoughts.

“Be ready and downstairs in 10 minutes.” Jaehyun’s voice greeted her.

“I- I need more time” She replied.

“Well you’re not going to get it. Now is not the time, Mela.” He said before hanging up.

Mela walked to the bathroom and looked at her disheveled appearance. Jaehyun was right. It really wasn’t the best time for anything.

After gathering all her things and a failed attempt at a bun, Mela went downstairs and Jaehyun was already in the lobby, waiting.

He kissed his lover on the forehead and grabbed the bags from her hands.

“We need to hurry, before the reporters get here.” He said as he opened the passenger door for Mela and then the back door to stuff the bags.

Mela quickly got in and he closed both doors and half jogged to his side and got in. He sat in his seat and stopped for a second, with his hands both on the wheels.

“I apologize.” Jaehyun said as he started the car.

Mela looked at him and said nothing. She was certain he would add more to his statement.

“I didn’t want you to find out that way. I just didn’t know how to tell you.” He took a route that looked unfamiliar to Mela.

“Um. Where are we going?” She asked him as Boyz II Men played in the background.

“We can’t stay at a place that is known.” Jaehyun calmly responded.

“I have a new spot for us. Share the location with no one.”

“Copy.” Mela said in a soft voice.

A few miles away, Johnny was in a room at the precinct.

“Where were you between the times of 5:00pm and 11:30pm?” An officer asked Johnny as he sat in the chair in the middle of the cold, dark room.

“I was at home, getting ready…Then I was at the party.” Johnny laid back in the chair, unfazed.

“According to our investigation, you left the party a bit early. CCTV footage shows you leaving the venue before the rest of the guests. Can you tell us where you went?” The officer finally sat in front of him.

“Yes. I went home.”

“Do you have any way of verifying that?”

“No.”

“Well then-” The officer started.

“But I have something that I think you are going to want to see.” Johnny said confidently.

“And what would that be?” The officer replied.

“The footage for the building was tampered with. Between the times of 10:00pm and 10:27pm. Don’t you want to know what actually happened between those times? I’m not surprised no one from your team caught it. The police has always been useless.” Johnny shook his head.

“What are you talking about?”

“Go have someone less incompetent review the CCTV footage. You’ll see what I’m talking about. And since you don’t have enough evidence to charge me, how about you let me go home?” Johnny said with a smirk.

The officer sighed and motioned for his men to remove the handcuffs binding Johnny’s wrists.

“Keep in touch.” Johnny said as he walked out of the interrogation room.

“This is…. different.” Mela said as they stepped into the new space.

“It’s my parents’ first retreat home ever built. No one but family knows about it.” Jaehyun said as he pressed a button on his phone and all the lights turned on at once.

“It feels like it was made to be a home.” Mela said in a quiet voice.

“Well…it’s where I spent a large portion of my time as a child. My mother and father used to bring me here to get away from the loud city. Sometimes we would spend weeks here and my dad would just work from his office.” Jaehyun said as he ruffled his hair.

“It’s a shame that it took a tragedy for you to bring me here.” Mela sniffed.

Jaehyun cupped Mela’s cheeks and kissed her softly.

“It’s tradition to come here as a family, Mela. Think about what that means, please.” He said before dragging some luggage to the next room.

Not fully comprehending his statement, Mela followed.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean…This is where I was going to bring you after we had our first baby..” Jaehyun stopped in his tracks.

“Come back to reality, bozo. I am not pregnant and I don’t want to be pregnant for a very long time!” Mela exclaimed, putting her hands up.

“I could easily change that, if you let me.” Jaehyun was now in front of Mela.

Not knowing how to react, Mela took a step back and cleared her throat.

“We will not have sex tonight.” She said quietly.

“That’s okay. Just let Daddy rub your butt…It’ll do for now.” Jaehyun chuckled as he grabbed a handful of flesh.

“You are so inappropriate.”

“You love it.” Jaehyun hummed.

“Sometimes.” Mela said with a kiss.

“You’re the worst liar.” Mela felt Jaehyun’s smile through the next kiss.

He then broke the kiss and slid his hands around to intertwine his fingers with Mela’s.

“Please put up with me. I don’t know how long we will be here. But we really have to lay low for the time being. It’s the only way I can keep you safe.”

Mela nodded. “I understand.” She said calmly.

She heard her phone ping in the living room before she could continue.

“I’ll be back.” She told Jaehyun.

He hesitated and frowned a bit, but he eventually let go and started to unpack.

You should’ve never said yes to him.

It was an unknown number.

Who is this? Mela responded.

She got a reply almost instantly.

You won’t live long enough to find out.

Mela quietly gasped. Was this some kind of sick joke?

“Hey, you’re taking a while. Is everything okay?” Jaehyun was now in the living room with Mela, as she stood with the phone still in her hand.

He rushed over and looked at her phone screen.

“Who the hell is this?” He said with an incredulous look on his face.

“Jae, I don’t know.”

Jaehyun shook his head and stepped away, barely moving nothing more than a few inches.

“No, no, no.” He started to say.

“Jae, I really don’t think it’s that serious.” Mela sighed.

“Mels, you don’t understand…” Jaehyun replied, still in a state of shock. “If this person is involved with Joo’s murder…He wasn’t the target. You are.”

He said nothing after and seemed to zone out.

Mela watched Jaehyun as a new aura entered the atmosphere.

“Jaehyun.” She started as she grabbed his chin and turned his head so the couple made direct eye contact. “Why would I be the target? What are you not telling me?”

Jaehyun averted his gaze for a split second and took a deep breath.

“Things would be better for you….and us, if you continued to not know.” He said in a voice so quiet it was essentially a whisper.

“Oh, that’s not-” Mela started to protest but Jaehyun interjected.

“Carmella, please. I need you to trust me on this.” Jaehyun pleaded as worry lines appeared on his forehead. She then let go of his chin and nodded, admitting defeat.

“Thank you. Let’s finish unpacking and then I can make us something to eat. There’s no help here, so please be easy on me.” Jaehyun started walking back to the bedroom.

“Jae?” Mela said.

“Hmm?” He stopped and looked back at Mela.

“I’m sorry. I know you’re trying. In your own way or whatever.” She said nonchalantly.

Jaehyun slightly smirked and a dimple appeared on his cheek.

“Come show me how sorry you are and maybe I'll forgive you. Brat.”

Chapter 1

#nct fanfic #nct smut #jaehyun #nct127 #kpop fanfic #kpop fanfiction #Jung Jaehyun #johnny suh

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spyroid101 · 9 months

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brother im also insane abt the new chapter coming out (mostly bcz comes out 6 days before my birthday) and theres a lot of stuff for my own rewritting

its so fucking hard not making things before the games come out, it just jumbles my brain honestly, we both going insane over this stupid ass game

RIGHT???

It's funny, too, cuz, like, on the logic side of things "It's your AU, you don't have to change dynamics to fit in with the canon if you really don't WANT to! You've already changed a whole bunch of stuff!!"

But, like other part of my brain is also like "I KNOW, BUT WHAT IF I END UP GETTING DIFFERENT BRAIN BRRRS FROM A NEW CANON ASPECT THAT JUST WON'T FIT????"

But then there's also instances where AU stuff just slotted in PERFECTLY with what came up in future chapters! Like, the aspect of the demons reverting their appearance more closely to their original scary demonic forms when meeting the conditions to cause harm was something already in the AU plans, then Chapter 3 came out, and it just- gave me Hellish Banban and a silver platter!

Had cautious plans about the baby (Stolas) accompanying and helping with puzzles for Chapter 4? BINGO!

And there were a few things that I just- went with my GUT on, cuz it felt right, the biggest one being the Jester being a Furfur. That just- screamed out at me as something that Had To Be.

AND THEN YOU GET INTO THE MESSY BRANCHING PATHS OF TRAILER TIDBITS, like just how exactly the dynamic between the Jester and Queen Bouncelia will go, or who the Horror Bird is (If they're indeed a Hellish from of one of the birds we know, or a new character)

and if I can't stop myself from imagining future scenarios, I try to at least tell myself not to pick a favorite until canon actually happens BUT NOPE, MY BRAIN JUST BRRRRRS AWAY, LIKE-

I'm also putting extra blame on Queen Bouncelia, because what I'm turning her into in the AU also has a cool legend backstory behind it that my brain SO BADLY wants to put in place in the AU, too GDHKajgHDsa

#moth-from-hell #garten of banban #Hortus Infernal #WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT I AM COMPLETELY NORMAL ABOUT THIS CHILDREN'S HORROR GAME #Hyperfixating into the ultra mirror dimension #SOBS #THIS HAS BEEN A DAY IN THE LIFE OF SPYROID!

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boltlightning · 6 months

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How can I possibly pick just one of those WIPs? Because I'm twelve, I need to know about "trespASSer", but please, I also would like to hear more about "what if we were married?"!

we're all twelve here <3

trespASSer is my silly trespasser novelization with my elf rogue that i will probably never finish, but that i've been nursing slowly for the last two years. maybe the replay will get me to add more than three words at a time.

here is an excerpt in the meantime (minor spoilers ahoy, nothing plot relevant):

“Maker,” he breathes. He hears Cassandra enter behind him, Dorian and Bull shortly after. “I forgot how colorful the Crossroads are.” “...colors?” Cassandra steps up to his side and frowns, looking out over the area with a scrutinizing eye. “I only see dead branches.” “Ah. Dorian? Bull?” “Nope! Barren for me,” Dorian says. Bull grunts his agreement. “Floating shit and blood stains? Sure. If that’s the color you’re talking about.” Part of Aurum bemoans they cannot see the beauty as he does. But aloud, he says, in as petulant a voice as he can manage, “Must be an elf thing. You wouldn’t understand.” “Alright, Inquisitor,” Cassandra says wearily. “Lead the way.”

and "what if we were married [etc]" is a continuation of ye olde norribeth post-cotbp marriage au, that involves enough scrunching of the plot that it feels too self-indulgent and nonsensical to fully flesh out — but i do like the way the dynamics change. it shifts the balance of trust in a way that's fun to rotate around, but i've yet to find a way to illustrate it to my satisfaction. alas.

a snippet:

The new recruits sleep on the floor of the gundeck before the Pearl takes a wave hard and displaces them. Lone undisturbed among them is James Norrington, who has pinned his torn coat in a makeshift sort of sling along the wall. Elizabeth walking the deck sees him by chance, and though he does his best to bear the situation with dignity, it lends itself to piteousness. For all his years at sea, James is junior on the Pearl, and it smarts to see him in such straits. Elizabeth invites him to her cabin, so he will not have to sleep crammed up against the guns. He squints at her like she is joking. It is only when she bodily jerks him by the arm that he stirs into movement. He makes to set up a bedroll on the floor of the cabin when Elizabeth finally gestures to the single bunk, impatient. "Will you not lie down?" she grits out. He frowns, not understanding. Then, abruptly, “Oh God. You mean..." He lets out a single, mortified laugh. "It's like our wedding night all over again.”

ask me stuff about my wips ✨

#what if we were married but there was only one bunk 😳#thank you friend...............i love to be mean to solas for no reason #tag game #*fic

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nonbinaryaubrey · 1 year

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can you share some stuff about phantump Sunny..

OKOK i will . try. ITS VERY JUST LIKE. whats the term.. idk. kinda convoluted tho since its a side au of a different au (and theyre both WIP aus tooooo wauuugh)

putting this under the cut bc . erm. gets embarrassed talking about my own au. it feels a bit out there for an omori au concept so immmm. ueueu. scareds

but uhmm. I thiiink ive talked about my Zoroark Omori AU yeah? Branch AU of my PLA AU where Sunny (called omori in that au) ends up dying in hisui and becomes a zoroark, and after uh.. how ever many years the difference is between hisui and modern times is. ends up finding himself back in faraway town, and uhh. with how hisuian zoroarks kind of. are. and some other stuff i dont wanna make this post too long, he is not happy when he comes across his old friends and his past self again.

thiiis is where things kiiinda differ ?? bc like. ok. so the circumstances in the Zoromori au r kind of changed so it functions kinda like a time loop (Sunny gets eebied to hisui - dies - spends the next 100-200 years or so alone, becoming a BIT of a bitch. old man. - finds himself back in faraway town, during the time his friends were there - kiinda. probablly not completely intentionally, causes Sunny to get eebied to hisui. cycle repeats) so like. me and my friend were discussing ways to have this cycle break. we came up with a couple but one of the ways was having Sunny get. fucking killed thanks to Omori (again. probably not intentionally.?) leaading too ^_^ Phantump Sunny!! Omori kind of dumps his body off in the woods hoping no one will find it and either runs off or takes his place (it. it makes sense i promise he has reasons i just have trouble wording them) . idk ^_^

I think Basil probably ends up eventually finding him, but probably wouldnt recognize the phantump as Sunny, especially if like. Omori just started disguising himself as Sunny. Basil would have no reason to believe hes dead obv. He just has this weird little tree following him around all the time now its his new friend :) (unaware of the horrors)

SORRYSORRY this is a . poor explanation and, again, a bit of an out there au for omori.. its just kinda smth for me and my friend to mess around with .. i hoped u liked reading about it tho!! ik im coming across as very nervous but !! i am glad u asked about it :]

#GWAH sorry talking about some of my AUs gets me a bit nervous.. but yeah i do appreciate u asking about him tho..#id be glad to answer any more questions u have !!#my fucked up little phantump son.. theres more to him but i think this is long enough #he is sooo sads #asks #cowardlychimera #aubrey.txt #phantump sunny au

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Obligatory Introductory Post

Hello all, I am Engineer GunzelPunk. Pronouns They/Them. By my name, I'm an Australian railfan (a ''Gunzel" is a Australian term for a railfan used a lot in Victoria; it used to mean something similar in implication to 'otaku', ‘foamer’ or even "Queer" in the LGBT sense, but it's changed a bit since then), and think way too much about trains and the Railway Series/TTTE. Here is where I will dump all my odd train thoughts, art (OCs, redraws and other things), some videos and generally engage in nostalgia.

I simp really hard for Henry, the green Black Five. If there is a bit of an excess of Henry content, that is the reason why. I also simp for Victorian Railways locomotives. I do not apologize.

I may also indulge in a bit of TTTE AU (monster/demonic- Ironclad, human-This Is Sodor: The Age of Iron)/ Red and Black Steam On Southern Metals (Victorian Railways RWS/TTTE AU/Extended Universe)/headcanoning from time to time.

THIS IS AN NSFW 18+ BLOG. DNI MINORS AND PEOPLE THAT DON'T LIKE ANY SORT OF ADULT CONTENT.

I will tag all "adult" topics appropriately for the benefit of everyone, as there will be some topics discussed on my blog such as death, funeral culture and its associated practices, criminality, obscure and bizarre magical philosophies, disability and other such things that may offend or trigger.

Some of my fiction is spoken in my native tongue (liberal use of the word "c**t" will be the least of it). It will offend or be incomprehensible.

There may be gore, violence or drug references.

IF YOU ARE OFFENDED BY SUCH CONTENT, TURN AROUND AND WALK.

DNI

This blog is LGBTQIA+ allied. NO APOLOGIES. All in the Queer community are welcome at Casa D'GunzelPunk.

It should go without saying but I'm going to anyway... NO TERFS, NO SWERFS, NO FASCISTS.

I don't want to single out Ace/Aros but all sexual content will be marked for your convenience, if you wish to proceed.

NO MINORS PLEASE. THIS IS AN ADULT BLOG.

This is for your own safety. There will be adult content here. Minors DNI.

MAPs GET THE FUCK OUT. NO PEDO REQUESTS. FUCK OFF.

Otherwise I just wanna have fun posting stuff. No Drama.

Now with all that out of the way, I shall introduce my GunzelVerse under the cut:

This Is Sodor: Iron Age (Gunzelverse human/transformation AU/EU branch)

“All things pass into the night...

Goodbye Horses! I’m flying over you…”, Q Lazzarus

The name the “Age Of Iron/Iron Age” is supposed to evoke the Ages of Metal in Classical thought, with the Golden Age being the best and the age of Iron the absolute nadir, a Dark Age. (Such phraseology is used in steam enthusiast culture with the term ‘Golden Age of Steam’ being a well worn phrase, so the reference to the ‘Iron Age’ is a darkly ironic answer to that.)

It's grimly ironic considering the primary metal that steam locomotives are made of and the fact that during the Lokodammerung ("Twilight of The Locomotives", my term for the mass locomotive scrappings during the Beeching Axe/Operation Phoenix), they were being reduced to this base component.

Given as the AU occurs during that particular Dark Age for locomotives, the 60’s and early 70s, I thought it would only be appropriate as a subtitle for it.

The locos when they become humanised start becoming wise to humans, what it is to be human and messing about with subcultures in vogue at the time (in Britain; Mods, Teddies, Rockers, Skinheads, Greasers, Hippies, Punks, etc, and in Australia; the Mods, Sharpies, Bodgies and Widgies etc.), for them its a second sort of adolescence where new info, new sensations flood their conciousness, new modes of being... and a potent new weapon in their survival against the scrappings.

#GunzelVerse# This Is Sodor: Iron Age#ttte humanisation#ttte gijinka#thomasallgrownup

Red And Black Steam On Southern Metals (Victorian Railways AU/EU)

The Island Of Sodor isn’t the only place with non-faceless vehicles.

On the other side of the world, on a railway network the size of Great Britain and every Victorian human is no more then 25 kms away from a railway line; the steam locomotives of the Victorian Railways live and work.

They breathe and suffer and love like humans; from Newport Works where many locomotives were built, to the notorious soot-caked North Melbourne Loco Depot and the 1-30 slopes of the high country at Cudgewa, known as ‘K-class Country’, and the ever stylish Spirit of Progress and The Overland; when the Oz version of the Beeching Axe and Lokodammerung strike their Broad Gauge fiefdom, their world is upended forever.

And the survivors must carry on as best they can.

This is an Extended/Alternative Universe existing parallel with the Island of Sodor and overlapping with This is Sodor: Iron Age, though the sweep of time is longer. It will feature humanisation.

The 'Red and Black' of the title refers to two common liveries, black for goods work, red for passenger work during the active days of the VR (with plenty of variation such as the blue and gold "Spirit of Progress" livery of the S-class Pacifics).

It will feature OCs of mine based on real life locomotives like VR Pocono H220 ‘Heavy Harry’, Hudson R707 ‘City Of Melbourne’ (but here called ‘Cerberus’), A2 4-6-0 No 986 (in this universe, ‘Pluto’) and others. And there will be some reference to real life personages.

These are fictional representations of locos and humans and no comment is to be inferred from them, or offense intended in their depiction.

There will be very heavy coarse language (like I said in my intro, the word ‘cunt’ being used will be the least of it) and adult themes, and be written in the Australian vernacular.

A lot of it will jump time as the mood takes me. They will be dated if possible.

OC Profiles below:

VR A2 4-6-0 No 986 "Spirit of Warrigul" aka "Pluto"

VR H-Class Pocono H220 "Heavy Harry"

Cheers!

#introductory post

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