#when he grabbed her to get her dreams to use for the portal

[exhaslo]

Kinktober Day 7- Miguel x Clumsy!Reader (Toys)

        It was a gag gift from a close friend of yours. Never had you thought you would actually use it. Staring at the clit and vibrator in one before you made you sweat. Today had been a really rough day and you meant rough. You had your ass handed to you during a mission earlier only to come back to your world to deal with Rhino being a complete ass to your favorite museum. That and Miguel gave you a lecture about being reckless, again. Needless to say, you needed a stress reliever. Something to get you off.

        Exhaling loudly, you slid your pajama pants and panties off. You were hesitant. You had never done something like this. You rather it be Miguel stuffing you with his cock, not a toy. Huffing your cheeks at the thought, you knew that would never happen. Miguel probably saw you as a nuisance. A Spiderwoman who always caused trouble. You couldn't help it though. You were still fairly new at being a superhero. Miguel was just a handsome jerk. 

"A sexy jerk," You grumbled.

        Finally finding the courage, you shivered as the cold vibrator entered your tight walls. You repeated to yourself that it was Miguel, which helped it slid in. Next, you attached the second part to your clit. It felt a little uncomfortable at first, but you got used to it. Right when you reached for the remote, your watch went off. 

"(Y/n)! We have an urgent anomaly, I need your help. Here are the coordinates." Miguel told you.

        You squeaked and told him you'd be on your way. Hurrying up, you put on your suit and grabbed the remote, thinking it was your phone. Opening a dimensional portal, you hopped inside, forgetting about the toy you were wearing.

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"Alright, you're all dismissed. Good work," Miguel praised.

        You must be dreaming. Never had he told you that you did good. Waving goodbye to the other Peter's, you decided to grab a quick bite in the cafeteria before heading home. You went to reach for your phone, only to realize that nothing was in your pocket,

"Huh? Oh no...Did I drop it in Miguel's office?!" You whined.

        Right as you went to turn around, you felt a strong buzz from below. Your body flinched forward at the sudden pleasure. Heat was forming fast in your suit. You let out a small gasp, remembering about the vibrator. It wasn't your phone you brought, but the remote! Leaning against the nearby wall, you whimpered wondering who found the remote. You needed to hurry to get it back, or find the bathroom to take the toys out before it was too late.

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        It was when Miguel had dismissed everyone when he noticed something on the floor. He jumped down from his platform, making his way towards the item. To his surprise, it was a remote. He wasn't sure what kind it was, leading him back to his desk. He summoned Lyla, asking her to scan the item.

"It's a vibrator remote." Lyla said with a grin. Miguel immediately tensed up,

"Who-No, I don't even want to know." He spat lowly. Lyla appeared in front of him,

"You totally know who it belongs too." 

"No. It could be one of the Pet-"

"There she is on the camera, you know you want to test it out~" Lyla cooed.

        Miguel grumbled lowly as he ignored his AI. His eyes were focused on the cameras before him, watching you skip your way to the cafeteria. He knew better. He knew he shouldn't, but you were just so clumsy. Ever since you first fell into his office, he had a soft spot for you. That soft spot started to grow into a desire. You were reckless. Sometimes he just wanted to fuck you until you learned your lesson. Until you finally listened to him and stayed put.

        Staring at the remote, he wondered if this was it. If this was his chance to teach you a lesson. It was wrong, but he wanted to see your face contort in pleasure. To hear you moan his name, begging you to let him fuck you. A low rumble escaped his throat as he started to get hard at the thought. He might regret this, but he just wanted to see your reaction. You were the one who did something so foolish, what were the chances that you were actually wearing the damn toy?

"Dios mío, lo es. (My god, she is.)"

        Miguel groaned lowly as he pressed on the remote. He watched as your body flinched forward before finding something to lean against. It was a damn good thing it was late at night. Most, if not, all the Spiders were in their own world. Miguel's fangs started to show as he bit his lower lip, stroking himself. He watched as you made your way to probably a bathroom. You were so clumsy. Miguel imagined that it was his dick inside you and not this toy. His dick harden at the thought. He wanted to watch you cum.

        Miguel looked away from the screens for only a moment to engulf himself in pleasure. Right when he did so,

"U-Um...M-Miguel? I think I uh, dropped something in here." Your voice trembled. Miguel flinched as he heard you, accidently raising the setting on your vibrator, "Ah~"

"Joder, esto tiene que ser una señal. (Fuck, this has to be a sign.)" He groaned, lowering the setting for you, "I did find something, do you realize how reckless this is?" His breathing was heavy, wanting to return to his high.

"I-I know, I'm sorry! I completely forgot-"

"That you were fucking yourself with this?" Miguel hissed lowly, unable to face you since his cock was still sprung out and hard, "That you brought it with you on a mission and dropped it in my office?!"

"I was about to use it! I never done this before! I thought I grabbed my p-phone." You whimpered as Miguel played with the setting again, "M-Miguel, w-wait-"

"You tested my patience long enough, cariño. (sweetheart) I'm going to teach you a lesson,"

        You let out another whimper as you tried to get closer. You went to web the remote, but Miguel caught your webbing inside. He pulled you towards him, looking down at your trembling form. He could smell your arousals. The wet slick in your suit was strong. He glanced down at your flustered face, observing the lust in your eyes. There was practically drool coming down your mouth. He turned to face you, watching as you stared at his dick,

"Suck it." He demanded.

        To his surprise, you did not hesitate. It was as if you were waiting for his. Miguel groaned lowly as he buckled his hips, letting you sloppily suck him. His thumb against the remote, slowly raising the setting each time he felt you slow down.

"Finalmente ser una buena chica. Escuchándome por una vez. (Finally being a good fucking girl. Listening to me for once.)" Miguel gripped the edge of his desk, feeling the urge to cum, "I'm about to cum, cariño. Tell me where you want it?"

"Mh-"

"Fuck, tell me without my dick in that little mouth of yours,"

"I-In here," You whined, leaning back as you pressed the vibrator deeper inside you.

        You were a mess at this point. As you were sucking Miguel's dick, you had reached your orgasm not once, but twice. You knew that Miguel felt you too, because he raised the setting on your vibrator each time you did. All you wanted right now was his dick inside you. To ravish you pussy better than this damn toy did. Another loud moan was forced out of you as Miguel raised a setting once more. You could barely take it.

        The vibrator inside you and on your clit felt like they were on fire. Your suit was drenched with your juices that it almost hurt to be wearing it. You were desperate for something bigger to enter you. Having Miguel's cock in your mouth made your mind wander as if it were inside your pussy instead. Trying to fix yourself, you laid on your back, spreading your legs for Miguel. Moans kept coming out of your throat as he just watched you struggle while stroking himself.

"Mírate, rogando por mi polla. Si tan solo hubieras hecho algo tan estúpido antes. (Look at you, begging for my dick. If only you did something this stupid earlier.)" He used his talon to rip your suit from your breasts to your pussy, "Vas a chupar ese juguete. ¿Por qué no le doy a tu coño algo mejor para chupar? (You're going to suck that toy in. Why don't I give your pussy something better to suck on.)"

        You were so fucked out to even know what Miguel was saying. Your body arched as the cold air hit your drenched cunt. Miguel bend down to your level, deciding to lick your body. You cried out as he poked the small vibrator on your clit. It hurt. You needed him. You needed his dick. Spreading your legs out more, you whimpered his name.

"M-Migueeeeel, pleaaaase,"

"Have you learned your lesson?" He asked, toying with the remote. You raised your hips, feeling the vibrator burn hotter,

"Y-Yes!"

"What did you learn?" Miguel panted softly, feeling his high getting closer by the second. Your vision started to blur as you felt your orgasm approaching again,

"I-I will...ah~ will listen...to...to y-you~"

        Miguel muttered a good before turning the vibrator up to the highest setting. He had his cock between your thighs, rubbing himself against your dripping cunt. The vibrator giving him an extra push as well. The two of you moaned together as you both reached your mind blowing orgasm. Right as you did, the vibrator stopped working. Miguel chuckled lowly as he pulled it out of you, watching your juices spill all over his floor,

"Looks like I'll have to buy you another one," He panted, watching his cum rest on top of you, "Now, I think you've learned your lesson."

        You tried to catch your breathe, but gasped as you felt Miguel easily enter your abused hole. Your eyes nearly rolled back as he stretched you out and hit you deeper than the vibrator. You could barely hear what Miguel was saying since you were so blissed out. His hips pulled out before giving you a fatal blow. His cock hit your cervix, causing a ringing in your brain. Your throat started to hurt as you cried from overstimulation. 

"Así es, sigue chupandome la polla. Esto era lo que querías ¿verdad? Joder, mírate, un bonito lío para mi polla. (That's right, keep sucking my cock. This was what you wanted right? Fuck, look at you, a pretty little mess for my dick.)" Miguel slapped his hips into yours, soaking in your moans as you gushed around his cock, "La próxima vez que cometas un error, te haré suplicar por mi polla otra vez. Entonces te follaré como un estúpido hasta que aprendas a comportarte. (Next time you make a mistake, I'll make you beg for my dick again. Then I'll fuck you stupid until you learn how to behave.)"

        You arched your body towards his, clenching against him once more. Your vision blurred as your cam hard. Miguel groaned lowly, enjoying your lewd face. The cute little 'o' you made with your mouth as you cam for him. His cock covered in your white ring while he filled you up. Catching his breathe, Miguel stared down at you. You were so beautiful under him. Pulling out, Miguel fixed himself before picking you up.

"I'm going to make you a new suit, and get you a new toy." He told you, knowing full well that you weren't listening, "I hope you chose to not listen next time. I enjoyed this lesson."

        Now that, was something you didn't need to listen to. You were defiantly going to mess up again, and Miguel was going to have to teach you to listen again.

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[sissylittlefeather]

How the Web Was Woven: Chapter 15

A/N: This was supposed to be the last chapter, but it was getting too long, so SURPRISE you get two more! I'm sorry this has taken me so long. I've been dreading writing the end of this series, not because it'll be bad, but just because I want to do it right. But with some help from @ccab and @elvisfatass I think I finally got it pinned down. Please enjoy this penultimate chapter!

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Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, kissing, cussing, fingering, oral sex (m receiving), p in v penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie, mentions of infidelity

Word count: ~2k

You're both too wrapped in the web of each other to notice anything beyond the boundaries of your intertwined bodies.

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On the last day of your three weeks of rest, Elvis decides you should spend the day at the beach as a family. The weather is beautiful and you agree that nothing would be better. Together, you pack up some food, drinks, and all the things that you need for the kids. You're all back together in one bungalow, with your mom in the other one playing babysitter whenever you need her, and you've been living a dream together since you and Elvis reconnected. Every night you put the kids to bed and ignore portals left and right. He knows he'll have to go back eventually, but for right now he's content to stay with you as long as you need him.

When you finally get everything packed, you grab the kids and head down the beach to the water. You pick a spot under some provided beach umbrellas and set up camp. Your mom has stayed behind to rest, so it's just you and Elvis and the kids. She's brought them to the beach before, but they don't usually get in the water. They stay on the beach and make sandcastles and look for seashells and play. So, when Elvis suggests you all get in the water this time, the kids are especially excited. John Jessie is positively elated.

"I'll race ya to the water, dad!" He hollers as he runs towards the waves.

"Oh, no ya don't! No head starts!" Elvis runs up behind him and grabs him, holding him up in the air as he continues to run. They make their way to the water roughhousing the whole way. You take Erin's hand and walk casually to the shore. When you finally get there, Elvis and John Jessie are still playing, dunking each other and splashing. Erin approaches the water cautiously as a wave washes up and hits her feet. She immediately panics, screaming and trying to run away.

"Oh, no, baby, it's okay!" You shout, trying to grab her before she gets too far away. Swooping her up, you try to show her that the water is safe by dipping her toes in it, but she continues to shake and scream. She squirms to try to fight her way out of your arms and away from the water.

Next thing you know, Elvis is there. She turns to him and reaches her pudgy little hands out towards him. So far, she's been a little tentative around him. She knows he's someone important to her, but she hasn't fully bonded to him. You know it's been bothering him a lot, even though he hasn't said anything.

"Daddy!" She practically climbs out of your arms into his and he beams.

"Shhhh, sweetie, it's okay. You're okay." He takes her and speaks softly to her in a calming tone. Her little body visibly relaxes as he rubs on her back and hums gently.

"Scary, daddy." She whimpers.

"Oh, I know sugar. The water can be a little scary. Come on baby." He walks back up to the shore with her and sits down on the sand where the water washes up to his knees. Holding her on his lap, he pats the water and shows her that it's safe. With his encouragement, she uses her fat little hand to pat the water with him. She giggles and leans over to slap the water with both hands. You walk out to John Jessie and swim in the waves with him.

They play like this on the sand for the next ten to fifteen minutes. Eventually, you see them making their way further out in the water. It takes a while, but eventually he gets her to stand in the water up to her thighs and she squeals with delight. You watch as she points out to where you and her brother are and then reaches up to him for him to pick her up. His face is so soft and full of love that it absolutely melts you. He bends over and lifts her up to walk her out to where you are. As he does, she wraps her little arms around his neck and kisses his cheek. He closes his eyes and then looks up at the sky to keep his tears from falling. Then, you read his lips as he whispers.

"I love you too, baby girl."

Just then, John Jessie tackles you from behind and you turn to wrestle him into the waves. A few minutes later, Elvis makes it out to you with Erin in his arms. The four of you spend the next couple hours in the water.

At lunchtime, you eat peanut butter and banana sandwiches on the beach. Both kids have their daddy's taste for them and you watch the three of them revel in the joy of their sandwich. They both look so much like him. You wish it could always be like this.

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That night, your mom takes the kids and you and Elvis have a nice dinner at a restaurant not far from the bungalow. You have plane tickets to go back home tomorrow, so there's something final about this evening. When you get back to the bungalow, Elvis kisses you deeply and then down your neck. Then, he stops and kisses your forehead. He walks slowly to the closet and pulls his jumpsuit out.

You know what this means. He's leaving.

"No..."

"I'm sorry, honey. You know I have to go back."

"Tonight?"

"I don't have a plane ticket to go home with you tomorrow. It needs to be tonight." You know this is true, but some part of you hoped he might stay this time. But you know he doesn't. The Aloha concert still exists.

You lie down on the bed on your side and try to hide your face as the tears stream down.

"Honey..."

"I'm sorry. I can't control it. I just need a minute."

"You know I would stay if I could. You know there's nothing I want more." He climbs into the bed behind you and presses himself against you.

"I know that. Doesn't make losing you any easier."

"You're not losing me. You're going to open portals for me every few months again, right?" You had forgotten about your old routine. Of course you can.

"Oh. Yeah, I will."

"Well, alright then. This is not goodbye." He moves your hair off of your neck and presses his lips to the nape. Then, he slides your shirt off of your shoulder and kisses there too. You moan and arch your back, pushing your ass into him. "There's my girl."

He slides a hand down the front of your body under your pants and begins to make circles on your sensitive button. You moan softly and he pushes further down to move his finger through your folds and feel your wetness, pressing his middle finger into your pussy.

"Oh, fuck, Elvis." He moves his finger in and out passionately as he continues to kiss your shoulder.

"Does it feel good, baby?"

"God, yes." You reach down to slide your shorts off and he slides his finger out to unbutton his pants, pulling them down far enough to free his throbbing cock. He teases your entrance from behind and then slowly thrusts forward, filling you one inch at a time. Once he's inside you fully, he pulls your shirt up and over your head and unclasps your bra, dragging it down your front and off. He grabs your breast and squeezes gently, carefully catching your nipple between his fingers.

Only then does he begin to pump in and out of you. His hand moves back to your center and he rubs circles on your clit again with his fingertip. He switches and slides his finger quickly over the top of you and you feel the blood rush to your core. All the while, he's kissing your shoulder and the back of your neck, up to your earlobe.

"I love the way you feel, honey. I always have. I'll never forget this feeling as long as I live."

Your eyes pop open and your brain flashes forward to him singing Unchained Melody and you want to scream. You don't have much time left. Suddenly, you can't breathe. The feeling of drowning overwhelms you and your breath comes in deep gasps.

"Whoa, honey, what's going on?" He stops moving his hand and his hips. "Hey, talk to me?"

You pull off of him and roll over to face him, grabbing him and pulling him to you tightly.

"I can't lose you."

"I already told you, babe, I'm coming back." You nod and squeeze your eyes closed to keep the tears from falling. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine, I'm sorry. We can continue."

"Well. Not really." You look up into his face and he glances down to his dick that's gone soft and lays against his thigh.

"Oh, god, I'm sorry."

"It's okay, honey, it happens more and more these days." It's just another reminder of his age.

"No. We need to get you home."

"There's not much we can do about-" you push him onto his back and settle between his thighs. "Honey, what-?"

You lean forward and take him into your mouth. Even soft, it's not easy to fit all of him. You massage his balls in one hand and bounce your mouth on him.

"Fuck, honey. That's... working..."

"Mhmm." You hum on him and feel him get progressively harder. Running your tongue up the bottom of his shaft, you roll his foreskin back gently with one hand and lick a circle around his sensitive pink tip. When you pull back, his erection is harder than it was before. For good measure, you press your breasts together on either side of his cock and slide up and down.

"Goddamn, baby!" He looks down at you shocked as you fuck him with your tits.

"There. Think you can make love to me now?" You sit up and he stares at you incredulously.

"Yeah." He grabs you and practically throws you onto the bed. Without another thought, he climbs on top of you, pushes into you, and begins to fuck you passionately. He grunts as he slams his hips into yours over and over again. "We've been together for 15 years and that's the hottest thing you've ever done, baby."

"You liked that?"

"I fuckin' loved it. God, I love you." He kisses you deeply as he thrusts and you wrap your legs around him. You feel the tightness of your orgasm gather in your hips and it only takes a few more minutes of him rutting into you for you to tumble into oblivion. As you come back down, he whispers. "Mmmm... I'm gonna come, honey."

"Good. Fill me with it."

"Goddamn, baby! Who are you?" He groans loudly and pounds into you until he shudders and jerks and paints your insides with his release. You relax and let your legs fall back to the bed. He lays next to you as you both try to catch your breath. "Where did all that come from?"

"Well, I know what I'm sending you back to. I needed to know you'd remember me every time you're naked with someone else."

"You know I already wish it was you every time." You turn and look at him.

"Do you really?"

"Every time." He rolls over to you and runs his fingers down your cheek. That's when you hear the portal appear and he glances over to it. "I don't want to leave."

"Ah ha. Mission accomplished."

"You're mean, honey."

"I just love you so much." He leans in and kisses you with the full intensity of his affection for you.

"I love you more than anything." Then, he rolls out of the bed and quickly puts his jumpsuit on, carefully zipping it up the front. He leans over to you where you're still naked on the bed and presses his lips to your forehead.

"Kiss my babies for me. I'll see you soon." He turns to the portal and walks through quickly before it disappears. And then there's the old familiar pop and he's gone again.

Four and a half years. That's all you have left. It's not enough.

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Are you ready for the end?

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[thechaoticdruid]

[This Bites] (2)

Astarion x Chubby Female MC

Content/Warnings: Winnie freaks the fuck out. Astarion gets an owie. Asshole Brian strikes again. Nothing really crazy in this chapter.

Chapter One: Here it is.

Chapter Two: You are here.

Chapter Three: Lets goooo!

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Winnie fell back with a shriek as the vampire reached out, touching the other side of the screen. 

“Ah….Well that's not exactly the reaction I was hoping for.” He muttered as Winnie continued to stare in shock and disbelief, mouth agape.  “Hello?”

“I have got to be dreaming. This is insane.“ Winnie looked back at the screen before then putting her hand back on the mousepad and attempting to click on Astarion. 

“Hey! Quit that!” He said, swatting the mouse away from him. “I can see how this may be a little overwhelming, but I'll explain everything in a moment. I just need you to do something for me.”

“I’m not sure if I should be listening to you. You just murdered Tav!” 

“Don’t worry about them. They die all the time! They're used to it.” He said in an all too cheerful tone. “I, however, need your help. I'm trapped in this place and you're the only one who can free me.” 

“Still not sure if I should trust a hallucination…”

“Oh for gods sake I'm not a hallucination! I'm as real as you are. Don't believe me? Put your hand against mine. See what happens.” Astarion stared at her intently, keeping his palm pressed against the screen. Winnie paused, thinking it over.

Well It's not actually real after all, right? Probably just a dream…

Finally she placed her hand against his over the screen. For a moment there was no reaction, but then she felt a zapping pain in her hand as if she'd been shocked. Winnie let out a yelp, her hand about to retreat before Astarion phased through the screen and grabbed hold of her wrist. The female jerked back in fear, pulling the vampire out in the process. She fell back and let out a squeak as the male fell on top of her. 

Pink tinted her face as she felt his chiseled muscular physique pressing down upon her much more soft round squishy one. Her mind was flying, filled with shock, concern, disbelief, and a little arousal….

AHHHH IT'S REAL. THIS IS ACTUALLY HAPPENING. WHAT THE FUCK DO I DO!!?!

I….I think I'm gonna faint!

“Finally.” Astarion grinned before getting off of the flustered girl. He breathed out, clenching and unclenching his fists as Winnie noticed his fingernails had become more claw-like now that he was outside of her computer. It was so nonsensical that this was even happening. This was a character out of a video game. How in the actual fucking hell was he standing right here?!

“Thank you. It feels like I've been stuck in a time loop for gods know how long.” The silver haired elf looked around her room, a look of pure glee plastered over his face.

“I'm sorry I'm trying to process this all without completely flipping out…” Winnie said, still rather shaken up. “You're a fictional character, you can't physically be here!”

“Well I am. Though if I'm honest everything up until about three days had ago felt rather trance-like. Like I had just woken up from a reoccurring dream.”

“Three days ago? Shit…” An idea began to form in Winnie's mind. Three days prior was when she installed that cheat mod and the game locked her out. What if somehow that was the cause of this!?

“I tried to snap the others out of it, but they were still stuck in the same routine, like some mindless thralls forced to repeat the same journey over and over!” Astarion made a spinning gesture with his hand before rubbing his temple with a sigh.

“None of them seemed phased in the slightest when I tried to speak to them. Not even a good slap did the trick.” Astarion smirked with a hint of mischief, the memory of slapping Gale repeatedly and yelling ‘WAKE UP’ coming to mind.  “So I had to get your attention.” 

“So you messed with my computer?” Winnie glanced back at her laptop.

“The little box portal thing you pulled me through? Yes.” He nodded. 

“And how did you even know about me?”

“You act as though we’ve never met, lover.~” His tone suddenly turned flirty and seductive. “Falling in love with you over and over was one of the few things that didn't grow old. Well that and murdering Cazador of course.” He chuckled with a smile.

“Oh…Well maybe I am just dreaming or hallucinating.” Winnie muttered under her breath. 

“I’ve been able to tell you were there the entire time, darling. That little portal thing of yours goes both ways.”

“You've been able to see me through the screen this whole time!?” Winnie bit her lip, fearful and a bit embarrassed of what he possibly could have seen.

“See and hear, yes. Although you always looked fuzzy from my end. Tav does resemble you a little bit, but you're much more….” His eyes scanned Winnie over, taking in her shape and stature. The girl was quite short, about five feet and three inches. She had short messy brown locks and dark circles under her chocolate brown eyes. A pair of black round glasses framed her round face. Her body was chubby and stocky and her only redeeming quality it had (in her opinion) were her large round breasts. “Voluptuous…” He finished after getting a good look at her.  Despite the meaning of the word Winnie immediately wrote him off as bullshitting as usual. She had played the game enough to know how he was.  

“But it is rather delightful to finally meet you in person. Honestly it feels like we've known each other for years.” 

“Alright…..I'll accept that you're actually sentient. And that everytime I go through the game you can see all my choices....” Winnie said, still coming to terms with the fact that a fucking fictional vampire  just came out of her computer.  “So…What happens now?”

“I see what this new world has to offer, I suppose.” Astarion let out a sigh, “I feel so much stronger here. Like I could do anything I want.” He grinned. Winnie felt very unnerved. He had this somewhat feral look in his eyes and before she could say anything he walked over towards her window like a dumbass only to let out a yell once the sunlight touched him. 

“Ah! Bloody hells!” He hissed before rushing to hide under her nightstand like a cat.

“The fuck are you doing!?” Winnie said before rushing over to shut the curtains. “Did you suddenly think you'd become invincible!?” 

“I assumed I was still under the tadpole’s protection, but it seems I was wrong…” Astarion said with a wince. His face looked a bit singed, Winnie knelt down by the table to look at him. 

“Hold on, I'll be right back.” She said before getting up and leaving her room. She rushed down into the kitchen, opening the medicine cabinet before grabbing some aloe vera ointment. 

Winnie eventually returned to see Astarion crawling out from the table. “Stay still. This is probably going to feel cold.”

“What are you doing?”

“Just patching you up, now hold still.” She unscrewed the lid off the ointment before dabbing some on her fingers and rubbing it over his burns gently. He winced a bit as she rubbed it in over the burns on his face, but eventually sighed in relief. “There. All better.” Winnie smiled slightly. 

“...Thank you….” He said, his tone a bit hesitant. 

“Yeah, well maybe try thinking before rushing into something next time?” She hummed before setting the ointment down on the nightstand. 

The vampire appeared to be staring at her intently, a small smile forming on his face before he cleared his throat a bit. Winnie turned and looked over at her computer before suddenly hearing the front door slam open. 

Shit.  

What the hell were they even doing back this early? Winnie’s mother had specifically stated they'd be home late!

“WINNIE!!!” She could hear Brian's voice shout from across the house. Loud stomping quickly followed.

“Who's that?” Astarion asked. 

“Fuck. You need to hide, now.” Winnie said before looking around the room frantically. She grabbed hold of Astarion's wrist, panic flooded over her face.  Astarion pulled his hand back.

“Now hold on one minute! I think I deserve an explanation!” 

”No time. Now shut up and get in the closet!” She quickly grabbed his shoulders and yanked him over towards her closet door.

“Excuse me!? I will not!” He scoffed.

“Get in the goddamn closet Astarion!!” Winnie growled before forcing him into the closet and shutting the door. Her heart was pounding. 

Not like she wanted to stuff him in there, but if Brian found out there was this strange man in her room she'd likely be called a whore and kicked out of the house. Brian was old fashioned like that. 

The door to Winnie’s room suddenly opened with Brian shoving his ugly head inside. 

“Your mother is sick, so we came back early. I'm going to need some cash because she ruined my new seat cover.” Brian held his hand out as if he expected her to immediately cough up a wad of cash.

Winnie immediately scoffed, “so let me get this straight your wife is sick and you're more concerned about your seat cover? Nevermind, no. I already gave you 200$ last week!” 

“Oh you ungrateful little bitch! I let you stay in my house for free! It's about damn time you start pulling your weight!” Brian snarled and pushed at Winnie’s shoulder, making her step back. Winnie glared at him. Her mother was the one who owned the fucking house, not him. 

“I need to be able to pay for classes! I can't just give you money for every little thing.” Winnie tried to reason with him, but it had absolutely no effect on the man whatsoever.

“You have your own fucking job and live in MY house for free! You better cough up some goddamn money by tomorrow night or you're out!” Brian shouted in her face before stomping out of the room and slamming the door. Winnie sighed, feeling mentally exhausted from that conversation. She stood there for a few moments until she was sure Brian wouldn't be coming back.

“Okay, Astarion, you can come out of the closet now.” She said as the closet door slowly creaked open. The silver haired male stepped out, flicking a sock off his shoulder before speaking.

“Charming fellow isn't he?” 

“Mhm, my mom sure can pick em.” Winnie replied sarcastically, crossing her arms. “That asshole has been a thorn in my side for about four years now. Anyway sorry about the closet thing. It's just better that he didn't find out I had some random man in my room. He tends to get set off by….well everything.” Winnie said before sitting down on her bed, her hand reaching for her laptop. She was rather curious to get down to the bottom of why and how this video game character gained sentience.  

“You know darling, if this man is causing you so much grief I could get rid of him for you? It wouldn't be too difficult.” Astarion said with a sadistic smirk, crimson orbs eyed the door to the hallway.  “After all, I'll likely start to feel peckish soon…”

Winnie’s eyes widened and a look of horror formed on her face. She quickly put her laptop to the side.

“No! No no no no! No killing!” The brunette stood up quickly. 

“What? Oh come on…I doubt anyone would miss the bastard, besides your mother can do so much better I'm sure.” The pale elf said with a grin.

“No, I mean it. You can't kill anyone.” Winnie said sternly.

“Not even bad people? Ugh! You're being completely unreasonable!” Astarion scoffed, his grin completely disappeared and was replaced with a look of frustration and annoyance.

“This world isn't like where you're from Astarion. People don't get away with murder here. And if you aren't caught it'll probably end up being pinned on me.” Winnie tried to explain calmly.

“Fiiiine.” The vampiric huffed, “I'll let him live. For now…” He murmured the last part under his breath. Winnie glared at him before returning to her computer. 

“So assuming you don't want to go back into my computer…” 

“I absolutely do NOT.” Astarion was quick to say.

“I'll have to figure out what to do with you, but for now I guess you can stay here.”  Winnie said, typing in Nexus Mods onto her laptop. Astarion went and sat beside her on the bed, spralling out behind her in a sort of paint me like one of your french girls kind of way.

“We can do whatever you'd like.~” He purred seductively. 

“Stop that.” Winnie said, her cheeks turning bright red as she tried to focus on what she was doing.

“Ugh, you're no fun.” Astarion rolled his eyes and got up off the bed.  The elf scanned Winnie’s bedroom, slightly curious of some of the strange technology the girl had stored there, but not too invested. Then movement caught his crimson eye. A small fluffy black feline emerged from under the bed. She had a pink collar around her neck with a little silver bed attached to it. Curiously the cat padded over, approaching Astarion and sniffing at his shoes.  

“What an adorable little snack.~” He picked up the cat who began to pur at the attention, “don't you just look delectable?” The vampire cooed, scratching the feline behind the ears.

“Astarion. Don't you fucking think about it.” Winnie hissed, immediately feeling protective over her cat.  

“Think about what?” Astarion rose an eyebrow and looked over at Winnie with a mischievous grin.

“I swear if you even think about eating my cat-”

“I would never! Honestly I'm hurt you think so little of me. As if I could harm such a precious little pet.” Astarion held the feline up towards his face, allowing her to gently headbutt against his cheek. Her purring sounded as if it was getting louder and louder. Winnie still kept her eyes on him, though perhaps she was a little paranoid. After all he did seem to fancy cats in the game. Likely felt a kinship towards them being that they were stealthy sadistic little predators who refused to let anyone be their master. 

Winnie sighed, today had been utterly insane. Forget how it happened. What the hell was she going to do now!? She's stuck with a vampire in her house who she has to hide from her asshole of a stepdad. She already knew off the bat there was no way he'd go back where he came from and releasing him out into the real world by himself was probably a terrible idea. 

He'd either wreak havoc or end up burnt to a crisp.  This was just great.

Fuck.

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Note from TheChaoticDruid: Ngl the temptation to make this into an Astarion x Maddie (The cat) story is growing. I really think there should be more stories where Star has a cat cause the dynamic is just so cute. Astarion in this story is going to be a bit different because of how I set up that he literally has been through a bunch of different playthroughs that Winnie has done. I'm also planning on diving into the mystery of how the hell this even happened in the first place. Also eventual smut. Yes, it'll be here at some point. Also don't worry Brian's time will come.

Taglist: @the-disaster-in-waiting

#Fuck Brian such a prick! #Seriously fuck Brian! #baldurs gate 3 #astarion ancunin #astarion bg3 #bg3 #astarion x tav #astarion my beloved #astarion romance #astarion x reader #bg3 tav #bg3 astarion #bg3 x reader #baldurs gate #baldur's gate astarion #vampire spawn #spawn astarion #astarion fluff #baldurs gate astarion #astarion x mc #astarion x female oc #astarion x female reader #Astarion is closeted #literally lol #Yes I am referencing the one cameo Neil did #Can't let your stepdouche know there's a queer vampire in your closet.

[thebubblesareevil]

Life on the Farm

I had a dream and this is what it has turned into

So Danny ends up stuck in an alternate universe after running away after a reveal gone wrong. After getting sucked into a random portal he lands in a new world and he tries to find a place to stay but he can’t quite hide his ghostly attributes and he has to keep moving. He slowly begins learning about the new world he’s in. Getting used to being a drifter he once scares the absolute shit out of a serial killer who picked him up when he was hitchhiking (he later put in an anonymous tip and he was caught). Moving from state to state he ends up in farm country and one night when it’s particularly stormy he finds a barn to stay in for the night. He wakes up about halfway through the night from a nightmare but the storm is not calming down. Sure he could fly through it intangible but he’s tired so he decides to explore a bit. He uncovers a tractor that’s been hitched up and clearly in need of repair. So, as a thank you to his unwitting hosts, he starts to repair the tractor. He is so focused on repairing the engine that he doesn’t notice the rain stop, he doesn’t notice the sun come up, and he certainly doesn’t notice the person who entered the barn. The newcomer started to help Danny, passing him tools and holding a piece here and there until he was done. Danny comes out from where he was working on the tractor, wiping the grease of his hands, explaining what he had done. It was halfway through the explanation that he froze, realized that he was talking to the owner of the barn he broke into and starts to back away, apologizing for intruding, he moves to grab his things and leave when the newcomer says “Don’t you wanna see how she’ll run?” Danny hesitated before putting his things down and climbing into the drivers seat and turning over the engine. “Well I’ll be damned! she hasn’t sounded that good since I got her!” He gives Danny a bright smile and says “I think you’ve earned a warm meal at least, cmon the misses is making muffins” Danny smiles and they head inside idly talking. When they get inside Danny is greeted by a warm smile and the delicious smell of muffins and is that pie on the table? Danny can feel himself drooling but holds back as he greets the creator of those glorious smells.

She just keeps smiling and asks if he’d like to join them for breakfast, giving her husband a nod. He says something like “I don’t think anyone in their right mind could say no to those muffins” as they are eating their breakfast they ask Danny about where he’s going and he tells them (heavily edited) stories about his travels. They’re finishing up and the farmer says he’s got to get started on his chores or he’ll be working all day. Danny offers to help as thanks for the meal and they get to work. Eventually they get called in for lunch and the farmer’s wife says she needs to head to town to pick up some ingredients for dinner and would Danny be willing to come help her carry her groceries. He agrees and they head to town and when they get back the farmer is done with his chores and Danny and his wife are cooking dinner. They all sit around the table and Danny is leaning back with a full stomach “that pie was even better than it looked.” The farmers wife laughs and says “I should hope so! Blue ribbon winner 10 yrs in a row!”

Once they finish the meal Danny starts to get up to say he should be headed out when the farmer puts a warm hand on his shoulder and says “why don’t you stay here for a bit? We’ve got our sons room all set up for you if you decide to stay and I could use the help with the farm.” Danny doesn’t know how to say no to the kind offer, so he doesn’t figuring that he can leave if they start to get suspicious. The farmer gives his a slap on the back and says “well then son, welcome to the Kent Farm, you can call me either Mr.Kent or Jonathan and this is my wife Martha.”

Danny smiles, and can tell he’s gonna be happy here

(Clockwork cackles from his tower well aware of whose parents they are)

#danny phantom #ghost king danny #dc x dp #brain vomit #ma kent #pa kent #superman #smallville #got long so I’m gonna make a pt2 #none of this is part of the dream I haven’t gotten there yet

[nerdpoe]

Three Vigilantes and a Pile of Parenting Books Part 1

Part 2, Part 3, Ao3

Dick knows in his teenage years that he'd been an absolute terror. He knows that being a Hero is something he Needs To Do. He doesn't have time to pull a Bruce and adopt a million kids; Bludhaven is a big enough task without needing to worry about a kid on top of that. Jason knows that staying with the League did him no favors in terms of mental stability. He knows that before his death he was filled with far less hatred, and is deeply aware that if his younger self met his current self, he'd only see a different version of Willis. He tries to make up for it by being nice to the kids, but he can't ever have one. Barbara knows she has a tendency to be abrasive, crass, and filled with a simmering rage. She can't help it; she spends all day working, and then pretty much all night staring at screens and working some more. She doesn't have the leisure to take a break; information never stops, so neither does she. How unfortunate for them that Clockwork has Plans, and those Plans include four de-aged kids with nowhere else to go.

“Again.”

Project RD-013 stifled his sob and reached out for the puzzle again. 

He didn’t want to do it again; he was bored, the puzzle was hard, he wanted a snack, and he wanted to run and flip and-

“Dr. Hovell, mark Project RD-013’s fifty-fourth attempt as a failure.”

-and he had failed. Again.

The puzzle was picked up and another was set down in its place.

“Again.”

But this puzzle was different. This puzzle was an amalgamation of gears and clocks, with no clear goal like ‘open this box’ or ‘get this color on one side’. It made lots of noises and tiny flashes of light, and it was actually fun to try to solve.

The people in the white coats called failure again, but RD-013 didn’t stop playing with it.

“Project RD-013, cease your attempt.”

He did not.

“Project RD-”

There was a click, a flash of light, and-

“Look Honeybunches, the Ghosts gave us another toddler!”

The puzzle was gently pried from RD-013’s hands and set aside, making way for a pair of very enthusiastic mad-scientist parents and their very concerned daughter.

~~~~~~

Danny woke up.

That had felt more like a memory than a dream, and he’d been having the same dream on repeat for awhile. When he could get any sleep, that was.

Between hiding the ghosts unfortunate enough to have not gotten the memo that, perhaps, it was not a good idea to come through the portal, and running from the GIW, and hiding from his parents, Danny hadn’t been getting a lot of chances to sleep.

He was pretty sure that the only reason he’d gotten any just then was due to the gunshot wound in his side. 

Jazz was still standing over him, arms outstretched as she shielded him from their parents. Sam was applying pressure, and from what he could see of Tucker he was probably trying to get past the new lock codes to open the portal to the Zone.

There was shouting, but he couldn’t be assed to understand what was being said.

What he focused on instead was the strange puzzle he’d just dreamed about, not even three inches from his right hand.

As a halfa, with a well-developed space core, he could recognize a portal when he saw one. Unlike before, which he could only barely remember, this time he knew what he was doing.

Sam tried to get him to stop moving, but Danny ignored her efforts and grabbed the puzzle. He felt around its edges with shaking fingers, gently pushing the final piece back into place.

The world stopped.

~~~~~~

Clockwork hovered above the distraught teens, frowning. 

He had rather hoped it wouldn’t have come to this. But it’d had to, he knew.

The Drs. Fenton were frozen in time, their gun in the process of being turned on their daughter.

Jasmine herself was frozen in time, actively stepping into said gun's path.

Daniel was frozen on the ground, laying in a puddle of his own blood as he kept trying to save his friends and family.

And his friends were frozen in the process of trying to save him.

Well. He’d intended to send Daniel and Jasmine back to their own Universe, but he couldn’t very well leave two such devoted friends behind. It would do no one any good; he could see the multitudes of futures where they tore the timeline apart to find him.

Better for them to come with, then.

Besides, Valerie was more than capable of handling aggressive ghosts. He’d just leave a hint or two that perhaps she should involve her father, get some backup.

With a wave of his hand, Clockwork aligned the children's time with that of their original (or new) Universe. Now instead of teens, it was a gaggle of five, six, and 10 year olds that were the appropriate ages for their intended Universe.

Time differed depending on the universe’s placement within the Infinite Realms, and their original was running a bit slower than this current one. To ensure they were not rejected by said Universe, it was best to adhere to that Universe’s rules.

A few more tweaks and they were all wearing the same white, shapeless smock; one of which also had a small hole. They would match their intended physical location within their universe perfectly now; all the better to ensure a successful integration. Or re-integration, rather.

With a flick of his wrist; their surroundings changed to the soot-blackened walls shattered glass of a recently destroyed lab, smoke hiding them just out of sight from a certain red-helmeted vigilante. A red-helmeted vigilante who may have been spooked enough to fire his weapon in that vicinity not even two seconds before Clockwork dropped off his charges.

This Revenant was a good one, he knew. A heart of Gold, one that would never harm children, and an eventual Ancient in many, many eons.

He would help, no question or doubt.

And with a snap of his fingers, time restarted-and Clockwork was nowhere to be seen.

~~~~~~

Red Hood was not having a fun time.

The Traffickers he’d been tailing had lead to some sort of lab, and the kids he and the Outlaws had pulled from it so far had all been mute with terror and so fucking small. 

Naturally, he’d lost his shit a little.

So after setting off multiple alarms and some idiot in the building deciding it was better to just blow it all up, which was a great way to have a flashback-induced panic attack, thanks, he was sweeping the building for any remaining Traffickers.

Still jittery from the panic attack and flashback, of course. No rest for the wicked, and all that.

Arsenal had griped about how he should hang back, blah blah blah, but Red Hood knew what he was doing, okay?

The smoke kept blocking his sights and making him jump at shadows, tricking him into taking aim at random shit that he could have sworn looked like an enemy until it was just a broom. Or chair.

One time it had been a fucking oxygen tank, and his broken tail-bone would thank him for that fuckup for a few weeks.

A flicker in the corner of his eye, a flash of white cloth; the gun was up and leveled and the bullet was already out of the barrel by the time he realized that he should have probably waited to confirm.

A child’s terrified scream of “No!” tore through the air, and Red Hood’s heart dropped.

Fuck.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck-

“Fuck!” 

The gun was unceremoniously shoved into its holster and Red Hood bolted forward, almost running into the red-headed little girl that was shielding a group of smaller children.

From him.

One of them was whimpering and blood was starting to pool-

Arsenal had been right, and Red Hood was a moron.

“It’s gonna be okay!” Both hands in the air, moron, show them there’s no weapons- “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize there were still kids here, but I have some supplies and we…can…”

As he walked closer he slowed to an involuntary stop.

That was Barbara.

That was definitely a tiny, child version of Barbara.

And he would recognize that scrunched up face on the ground anywhere.It was younger than he’d ever seen, but that was definitely his older brother.

Who was younger.

Dick?

What-

Something rammed into his stomach, startling him back a few steps; the tiny Barbara had just rammed him in the stomach with her shoulder.

“Stay away from him!”

Fuck, right, more important things to deal with.

“Kid, we have to stop the bleeding,” he started, pulling her away and leaning down so he could speak to her on her level, “and I have the supplies and the backup.”

Barara’s tiny, furious face glared up at him, chin wobbling as she fought back tears.

Then she moved out of the way.

Red Hood shoved down his own emotions on accidentally shooting his fucking brother who was a goddamn toddler and activated his Comm as he knelt down.

“Red Hood requesting medical assistance; four more children found, and one of them has a GSW, lower left abdominal region. Arsenal, I don’t want to hear it.”

The Comm was silent for a moment. He could almost feel them judging him through it.

“On the way, bringing a board for the injured party. Evac standing by.”

Red Hood nodded, entirely focused on wrapping the compression bandages around the wound and gently batting away little fingers determined to help.

He hadn’t been in contact with Gotham for awhile, and when it came to their own individual cases they rarely asked each other for assistance.

Was Dick missing? Was Barbara? Had he just found them?

Fuck.

He…was going to have to call Bruce, wasn’t he?

~~~~~~

Bruce was fighting back a migraine.

He’d done...something, he didn’t know what, to offend Dick.

Dick, in retaliation, was in his office and shouting himself hoarse.

But every time Bruce tried to get a word in, to defend himself or explain himself, Dick just got even angrier and somehow found more energy to go on for even longer. Then Bruce had made a fatal error. 

Dick had paused for breath, and Bruce had taken advantage of that to ask what he’d even done.

That had been thirty minutes ago.

The phone ringing was not helping.

He was already getting yelled at by Dick, Jason could wait his turn.

He rejected the call.

It came through again.

He rejected it again.

It came through again.

He-

“-And just answer your damn phone, Bruce!”

-Fine.

He answered the phone as Dick slammed himself into the chair opposite him, glaring.

“Yes Jason-”

“Bruce, I think I shot Dick.”

Bruce stared in confusion at the very much not injured Dick sitting across from him, who in turn raised an eyebrow.

“Like, recently or…?”

“Like twenty minutes ago. I think these scientists kidnapped him and turned him into a kid? I swear I didn’t realize he was in my sights, Bruce, I never-”

The migraine was no longer the main concern.

“Wait, you shot a kid?” “Little Wing did what?”

A tea cup was aggressively, yet politely, set down on the desk with a firm clink.

“Master Jason did what?”

Everyone stopped talking.

Alfred towered over Bruce and held out his hand.

Bruce wordlessly handed the phone over.

Bruce hadn’t been the one to vet Jason’s gun safety or handling, after all. 

When things had settled down and Jason had allowed a test of his handling, that had been all Alfred.

Alfred gently placed the phone against his ear, disappointment dripping from his every move. 

There was muffled talking from Jason, Bruce couldn’t make out what, but every word just seemed to add to the stiffness already in Alfred’s posture.

Then Bruce’s Godfather turned on his heel and walked out of the room with rigid, precise steps.

Dick and Bruce stared after him

“...Little Wing shot a kid?”

Oh, look; the migraine was back.

#dcxdp #dpxdc #dc x dp #dp x dc #phanfic #three vigilantes and a pile of parenting books

[ghuleh-recs]

♡ Fandom Faves Tag ♡

Tag 1-3 (or as many as you want) of your favorite creators (writers, artists, outstanding members of the community etc) and link your favorite creation if you can.

Thank you for the tags @midnight-moth and @coffeeghoulie! I'm gonna challenge myself to not wax poetic and keep these extra short and sweet. That way it's not as intimidating for others to participate (hope that makes sense). Oh and I'm not putting a "keep reading."

Witness my faves (ง •̀_•́)ง

@midnight-moth (who started this tag game ♡) drew THE Phantom art of all time and I recently went absolutely feral for:

Buried in Treasure - Dew x Phantom - E, 3.6k

When his eyes roll forward again, he notices more than just the same riff playing over and over. He notices Phantom’s grip on his hand simultaneously go still and tight. He notices the rosy flush on his cheeks, and the tent in his pants that he tries to conceal with the hand holding the phone. It takes more than a few seconds for all of the dots to connect and when the thought is fully formed, Dew grabs the phone and launches it to the end of the bed.

@ramblingoak hey why is there an angel in the satanic band fandom? I created this whole blog so I could shout about:

The Cardinal's Bride - Cardinal Copia x F!Reader - E, 91k (wip)

A Romantic Adventure in the Old West: After being forced into a marriage with Mr. Saltarian by your father you are sent west to his estate in Nevada. Along the way you end up meeting one of the cowboys you have always fantasized about…

@conjuring-ghouls finds the perfect moments and turns them into the loveliest gifs. On top of that she is endlessly kind and supportive. Look at these!!!

@coffeeghoulie is writing the Aeon x Swiss hurt/comfort fic of y'all's dreams and I got to do my first "official" art collab for it yay!!

Eternal Heatstroke - Aeon x Swiss - M, 17k (wip)

For once in their life, Aeon feels lucky. Whoever's opened this portal, whoever's summoning ghouls Up Top, specifically wants a quintessence ghoul. They may not be the biggest or strongest quintessence ghoul, far from it, but they'll do anything this summoner wants if it means they get to live. Or: being Topside is a drastic change from the life Aeon's used to.

@writingjourney truly the kindest soul and an absurdly talented writer. I screenshot Ibi's tags on my posts all the time because they cheer me up so much 🥹🥹

Friday Nights (series) - Papas x GN!Reader - E, 40k

“But to die as lovers may - to die together, so that they may live together.” ― Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu, Carmilla Each of these stories features a vampire papa and a gender neutral reader.

@anamelessfool writes some of the best world building and characterizations that I have ever read in fanfiction AND she's a fantastic artist.

Violence & Gentleness - Primo x OC - E, 50k (wip)

You made me forget myself...I thought I was someone else, someone good... LATE OCTOBER 1979 Primo has his work cut out for him as the bodyguard of the beautiful and fearsome Mater Emerita Jocasta. As mystery after mystery unfolds, it becomes harder to remain a honest man in this den of thieves called the Ministry.

@foxybouquet makes wonderful art and her colloquial Italian posts are an incredible resource for the fandom.

@angellayercake has angel in her username for a reason tbh. I'm not exaggerating when I say that I learned important things about myself and my love language whilst reading the brilliant:

Banchetto - Terzo x F!Reader - E, 22k (wip)

Papa Emeritus III is struggling to adapt to his life after the Ghost project but perhaps some good homemade Italian food will do the trick.

(I'm cutting myself off here because I could do this all day. I will probably be making another list in the near future because I love and admire so many of you. 😅)

No pressure at all but I would really love to see this tag game keep going! If you're reading this please consider adding some of your personal favorites to the list! This fandom could use some positivity right about now ♡

#i was very calculated with who i tagged btw #i am trusting some of you to tag who i didn't 😅 #tag game

[iloveyanderes]

Based of a dream I had last night:

When I opened the door, the surprise to see not one but four weird looking people immediately settled in.

One of them was super tall with brown hair and orange tips, another looked like Ed Sheeran, the smallest of them you almost mistaked for a girl, the woman next to that midget somehow had purple hair.

"can I help you?" I said.

"yes you can, I'm zhongli and these are my... Coworkers, Tartaglia, ei, and venti" the tallest guy said, why did he pause?

"what does that have to do with me?"

"do you remember buying a lottery ticket" zhongli asked me, quickly nodding the memory of me buying it came into my mind.

"well congrants you won!" The short man with an excited voice suddenly yelled, you assumed he was venti.

"I did?"

"yes, we just came to get you to sign some papers and then we can take you on your trip" going to Mexico that'll be fun.

"wait!? Right now" my voice laced with confusion.

"yes, do you mind if we come in" with that I opened the door wider and let them in, quickly boiling some hot water that I can hopefully make good tea with.

The signing of the papers was easy, there was nothing bad or even remotely suspicious.

Excusing myself to go back myself, I leave the four of them to do whatever.

Packing clothes is easy enough, necessities also easy too, but books books where hard to choose.

They were all so good, I love all of them and couldn't bare to part from them.

Eventually I decided to grab book 15 of so I'm a spider so what and volume 21 of demon Slayer, now I just need to grab volume two of bungou stray dogs.

Looking for it I find it's not where I put it, maybe I put it in my hiding compartment?

Looking in their I also see nothing but I do hear something.

It kind of rude to do this but I do wonder what they're saying.

Placing my ear on the wall I listen in on the conversation.

"shouldn't we just take her now"

"we should at least let her take stuff she likes"

"so what we can easily replace everything in this goddamn house"

"I seriously doubt that face that we have to kidnap here, can't we just use persuasion?"

"it's not kidnapping if we take her to the place she belongs"

Ripping my ear away from the way I contemplate what I just heard, they're going to kidnap me?

I need to do something..

Yes I'll hide my wallet, I.d., and phone in my pockets and before we leave I'll excuse myself to go to the bathroom and run.

Putting on a fake smile I finish packing my things and put my luggage right next to my front door.

Right before we leave I commit to my plan and excuse myself to go to the bathroom.

Quickly locking the bathroom door, I shove my window open only to see venti, quite litterly floating in the air right next to my window.

Screaming I fall back only to end in the gingers arms, what the hell! I locked the door.

The ginger has an unbreakable hold on me, no matter how much I pulled or thrashed his hold did not lessan for a single second.

Getting shoved in the car I'm quickly restrained by the purple women who was already in the car, the ginger gets in despite my kicking and holds my legs down.

Zhongli and venti got into the car and we were off.

Not once did I stop struggling, these inhuman beings have the strength of gods, their grips unbreakable.

We stop in a deep forest where I get dragged into, walking for what felt like forever we finally came to the destination.

Is that a portal?

Where the hell are they taking me!

Like an adrenaline rush I somehow escape them, I make it three seconds before getting tackled to the ground.

All of my energy leaving me I can only stare in shame as I'm taken away from my world, my home.

The last thing I remember was getting dragged through the portal and the entire world going black.

The end hope you enjoyed because I sure enjoyed this dream

#genshin impact #genshin #yandere genshin impact #yandere #yandere genshin impact x reader #sagau #self aware genshin #platonic yandere #yandere archon #yandere venti #yandere zhongli #yandere ei #yandere childe #yandere tartaglia #yandere genshin cult au #genshin cult au

[notgonnaedit]

Hero of Mistakes

Summery: The Chain travels to Legends home

Focus Link: Legend

A/n: I've only played half of ALttP and Link's Awakening, so this chapter is heavily based off of my theories

Master list

Legend leaned against the wall of Wild's house. It was cramped in there, so the hero wanted to get a breath of fresh air. He felt bad for causing the Champion to storm off, he didn't mean to upset him. 

Legend let out a sigh. The sun was beginning to set, making the flowers in Wild's front yard have a golden tint. He thought about what Flora had asked him. What he was.

What was he? The Veteran had told the Princess that he was a jack-of-all-trades. He was a blacksmith, mainly. But in his heart he knew he was an adventurer. Seeing new worlds never bored him. Holodrum, Labrynna, Hytopia, the Dark World, Lorule, Koholint.

Koholint.

Legend closed his eyes at the memory. If he focused, he could still hear the waves lapping against the shore as Marin sang. Sometimes he could even see her when he falls asleep, a painful reminder that she was never truly real. Even though it had been a few years, Legend would never forget the Ballad of the Windfish.

Sleepers wake

Dreams will fade

Although we cling fast

Was it real?

What we saw?

I believe

Lost in dreams

We sleep on

Tossing and turning

Stay with me

By my side

Never leave

What if the worst comes?

If someday this sweet reverie ends

We too

Our memories

For real

Fade us by

Dream with me

By the sea

We watch the waves crash

Hold my hand

Think of me

And I'll fly

Marin's voice rang in his ears as the Hero opened his eyes, and a small gasp escaped him. Instead of flowers, Legend saw a familiar portal. He turned to go inside and get the others, but a soft voice stopped him.

"Is that...?" Her voice was heavily accented. Wild and the Princess had returned and were examining the portal.

Wild nodded. His scars looked eerie in the fading light. "We need to go. It might lead us to the cause of these strange portals."

Flora nodded. "Right."

                           ~~~~~

With Flora's help, the Chain was ready to go within minutes. She even gave them food for their journey. Wild looked back regretfully at her, but she just smiled. Legend wondered what they were talking about on the mountain.

But he didn't have time to think about it. He stepped through the portal, unsure of what has awaiting him on the other side.

                             ~~~~~

Legend brought his hand up to shield his eyes. The sun was much brighter here than it was in Wild's Hyrule. But Legend recognized it. They were in front of his house. How lucky was that? 

Time looked around. "You know this place?" He must have seen Legend's recognition.

The Veteran nodded. "It's my house." He walked up to the simple home and opened the door. Inside was dark and dusty. That made sense considering Legend hadn't been home for months.

But his comrades seemed to think it was charming. They began to look into his various chests and barrels of stuff. Legend glared at them all. "Nobody touch anything!"

Twilight looked up from where he was examining a red cape. Four stopped putting on a hat. Sky grunted from a wall of shovels. "Do you really need this many shovels?"

Wind gestured to a wall of instruments with his baton. "Look at all of these! You should play something for us?"

Legend scowled. He didn't even know why he kept the Instruments of the Sirens. Because Marin would've loved them.

The Sailor moved to a box of rings and tried to put one on, but the Veteran stopped him. "No! Some of these are cursed."

Hyrule looked over a barrel full of rolled parchment. "Are these all maps?"

Legend groaned. "Yes. Look, let's just grab some gear, and get outta here." He didn't want to stay any longer than he had to.

Hyrule frowned. "Do you usually keep live animals in here?"

Live animals? Legend looked up from his chest of swords. "Huh?" He looked over to Hyrlue and saw a small white bird fluttering around. Wait... If Sheero was around that meant...

"Mr. Hero!"

Legend scowled at his purple counterpart. "Ravio! What are you doing here?!"

Twilight and Four held him a sword point, causing the cowardly merchant to stumble to the ground. "Aah! Please, I'm not armed. Or I am, but–"

Legend helped him up and turned to his friends. "It's okay, guys. This is Ravio. He's a friend of mine." He turned to his green eyed counter part. "What are you doing here?"

Ravio fiddled with his sleeves. "Well, um, since my renting business did so well, I figured that maybe I could do it again. If that's okay with you, Mr. Hero."

Legend tried to hide his disdain. He hated that name. Mr. Hero.​​ Some hero he was. Suddenly, he got an idea. Ravio traveled a lot, maybe he knew something about the portals. "Ravio, do you know anything about strange portals that have been appearing?"

"Strange portals?" The merchant asked. "No, but I bet the Princess does. You should probably go check on her. After all, she is your–"

Legend glared daggers at him, and Ravio immediately shut up. He didn't need his comrades to know about the affair. He didn't want them to think less of him. The Veteran turned to the others. "Well, looks like we need to head to Hyrule Castle." He turned to Ravio. "You wanna come with?"

Ravio shook his head. "No thanks, Mr. Hero. I've gotta set up shop here." He said the last part with a grin.

Legend sighed. "Alright, let's go." He walked out of his house, the others on his heels. Time walked up to him.

"How do you know that boy?"

"Who? Ravio? He gave me this." Legend tapped his bracelet. "This Hyrule has another side, a counter Hyrule called Lorule. Ravio is my counterpart from there."

"Do you think we all have a Ravio?" Wind asked. 

"It probably depends on the time we each live in." Said Four. 

Twilight nodded. "Is that where you turned into a rabbit?" Everyone laughed, except Legend.

"Laugh it up." He growled. "But it's complicated. I first turned to rabbit in the Dark World, and I guess over time, the Dark World became Lorule."

It was strange to think, another world just like his own. But Legend didn't want to think about it. He just wanted to talk to Zelda and get out of there.

It wasn't long before they arrived at the castle, considering Legend lived only a mile away. The guards made no move to stop him, as they should. The Veteran nodded to them before moving on.

"They sure seem to respect you." Warriors noted. 

Legend scoffed. "They're just acting on orders. They don't respect me. They despise that I bested them time and time again."

Twilight snorted. "Ha! I know that feeling."

"So how do you know the Princess?" Sky asked.

Legend bit his tongue. "I first rescued her from the dungeons a few years ago. She called to call people descended from knights. Me and my uncle included."

"Uncle?" Twilight asked. "How come we didn't see him at your house?"

Uncle Rowen. Legend figured he should probably visit him after he saw Zelda. "He lives not too far from my house. He was the one who taught me how to wield a sword."

The chain understood. Most of them were raised by extended family, or in most their cases, adopted. Warriors and Wild were the only exceptions.

Legend remembered the night he heard Zelda call him. How he snuck out against his Uncle's wishes to find her. And how he found Uncle Rowen bleeding out in the sewers of Hyrule Castle. He had given Legend his sword before uttering his last words.

Zelda...Zelda is your..

Legend shook his head. Uncle Rowen was alive and well. After the Veteran wished upon the Triforce, all of Aghinim's evil deeds were undone.

Legend felt the stone floor give under his boot, and he realized he was walking on a red carpet now. He had been so lost in his thoughts he had just went on autopilot, and was now standing before the Princess.

She was wearing her usual white dress with a pink top, her arms adorned with golden jewelry. Her blue eyes and blonde hair were similar to Legend's, except there was no pink.

Legend bowed and the others did the same. "Your Highness."

Zelda stood up from her throne and walked down the steps to him, her long cape trailing behind her. "There's no need for formalities, Link."

Legend looked up from the floor and stood. He was nearly eye to eye with Zelda, only a few inches taller. She smiled. "After all, we've known each other for a long time and have been through much." She pulled him close in a hug, and Legend felt himself relax.

"Welcome home, brother."

Immediately, Legend tensed. He could hear the others standing up. "Brother?" Hyrule asked.

Zelda pulled away, her eyes darting to the chain. "They didn't know?" She turned back to Legend. "Oh, forgive me."

Legend shrugged. "It's fine. It was bound to come out anyway."

Zelda nodded. "Perhaps we should explain. Come, you must be hungry."

                          ~~~~~

In the dinning hall, Legend sat with Zelda. His comrades were seated around the table, each one eating their meal. Twilight sniffed a piece of bread before taking a large bite, and Warriors was teaching Hyrule how to properly eat soup.

"You mentioned that he was your brother?" Time asked Zelda.

She nodded. "It's rather complicated, but I'll do my best to explain." She took a breath. "My mother was the queen of Hyrule, but before that, she was the daughter of a prominent knight. She was raised in the nobility and when she came of age, was betrothed to the prince, my father."

"But," Legend said. "She didn't want to marry the prince-to-be-king. She wanted to marry my father, Rune, a knight. Well, it wasn't long before I came to exist, and the prince, now king, found out about my father. He didn't know about me, but he sent my father to the front lines." He paused for a beat. "He didn't make it."

His friends gave him sympathetic look, but the Veteran just waved them off. "I was just a baby. It's not like a knew him. Anyways, my mother gave me to my uncle and told him to keep me hidden until I was two."

Zelda took over. "And then she was married to the king, and I was born a year later. She passed away when I was twelve. It wasn't until I was taken by the evil sorcerer that I learned of my brother's existence."

Legend smiled sadly. "Y'know, I remember when the Royal Family would come through the market in their fancy carriage. The queen would always smile and blow me a kiss. My uncle told me it was because I was a special kid."

There was a long silence, until finally Hyrule spoke up. "I'm sorry for your loss. Both of you."

Zelda nodded. "Thank you."

But Legend just chuckled lightly. "Don't bother. They're already dead, so what's the point?" He stood up suddenly, feeling as if his throat was closing. "I need some air."

He took off down the hall and didn't stop until he reached a balcony. He leaned against the railing, practically gulping air. Why did his eyes sting so bad? He hadn't felt this, since...after Koholint.

Why did this always happen to him?! All he ever had, anyone he ever cared about. They all die. Marin, Uncle Rowen, his parents. He slammed his fist into the stone railing, barely registering the blood trickling down his fingers.

Soft footsteps sounded behind him. "I just need to be alone, Zelda."

Ignoring him, the Princess walked up beside him. She folded her hands and looked out at the courtyard. Up close, Legend could really see the resemblance. They had the same blond hair and blue eyes, but even more, Zelda had a light layer of freckles. Something Legend had when he was a boy.

Legend let out a sigh. "Why would anyone call me a hero?"

Zelda remained silent, ushering him to continue. "I'm not even supposed to exist, I'm a mistake! Just like everything I do. Because of me, Marin is gone!"

There was a beat of silence.

Zelda looked over to him. "When I was young, and me and our mother would ride through the market, she would always point out a little boy. He had scraps and bruises from playing outside, but he always wore this huge smile. Mother would say, 'That little boy is something special. Be kind to him, Fable, for he may one day help you."

Legend looked at her. " 'Fable'?"

She nodded. "She said that one day I would go down in history, and I would be a Fable to tell." She glanced down and saw his hand. "Oh, no." 

She reached for it, but Legend pulled away. "It's fine. I've had worse."

Zelda frowned. She bent down and grabbed her cape. She ripped a piece off and took Legend's hand. She wrapped his hand in the silk cloth, and the Veteran knew that even the softest Hytopian cloth couldn't hold a candle to his sister's. "Why are you helping me?" He asked. "We're barely even siblings. I'm only your half-brother."

Zelda smiled softly. "Half-brother. It's funny, does it mean only half of you is my brother?" She tied off his bandage and looked up at him. "Whether it's all of you, or only half, you are still my brother. We may have lost our parents, our mother to the plague, your father to war, and mine to sickness. But we have each other, and I want you to know, I'll always be here for you."

Legend swallowed hard. He felt as if he was being choked once again, but he wasn't mad at it. He pulled Zelda to him, burying his face in her neck and holding her hair. The Princess rubbed circles in his back as he cried. She was the first person since Marin he felt he could talk to.

He had tried to tell his uncle, but he didn't understand. The only person that understood in the slightest was Twilight, but he wasn't the same as Zelda. Legend took a shakey breath. "I-I love you, sis."

Zelda smiled. "I love you too, brother." Legend pulled away smiling. He sniffed and wiped his cheeks with his sleeve, soaking the dark fabric with tears. He may have lost more than anyone deserved to, but he gained something irreplaceable: a sister.

#Lu #lu wild #lu sky #lu time #lu wind #lu legend #lu fable

[darklinsblog]

Destiny’s Cruel Joke | Sandman Imagine

Summary: Years into his imprisonment, Morpheus realizes the daughter of Alex Burgess is his soulmate, so as a punishment he decides to take her prisoner.

Pairing: Dark! Morpheus x Burgess! Reader

Requested: Yes

Morpheus had always been a part of your life, growing up you would always sneak away into the dungeon and visit whom you would call Bubble Man.

Sometimes you would only sit right in front of him and you would stare at each other for hours until the security guards called your Alex or Paul to get you out of there.

The Endless watched you grow into this beautiful woman that would confide in him, even when he didn’t say a word. Maybe that was just it, because of his lack words you saw in him a twisted safe place, even through his intense stare and the mixture of blinding seek of revenge towards your family, the last thing he would do was judge you.

He felt neutral about you, he didn’t hate you, you were actually the one person of the Burgess family he would empathize with.

In all his years of imprisonment he had one important discovery, and it was that you, Y/N Burgess were his soulmate. For a long time he had been searching for you, for you to be a Burgess seemed to be a cruel joke of Destiny, even though in retrospect, Destiny was not the type to make jokes.

Finally Morpheus was able to break free from his prison, you ran to see what was going on and you stumbled upon the sight of two guards passed out and the Bubble Man completely bare and raging.

The man approached you, grabbing your wrist so hard, you felt like it would snap in two. “You’re coming with me” he spoke firmly, even when you tried to break free from his grasp but it was useless.

You tried to scream out for help from your parents, anyone. But Morpheus threw you over his shoulder and dragged you into the portal just as your father Paul appeared but it was too late as you both disappeared in a flash.

When you arrived to the Dreaming he kept you away while he went on with his quest in search for his totems.

As he came back to the realm, he came to your room with a big box he left at the side of your bed. You looked at each other, there was an indescribable tension between the two of you, a magnetism.

“Get changed and join me” he demanded

“Why would I do anything you say?” You defied him and he would lie if he said it didn’t arouse him, in a unorthodox way.

“Because you no longer have a life outside this palace, you may want to get used to it”

That was the last thing he said before leaving your dorm, he hated how empty he felt in your absence, the curious thing about soulmates is how your life seems to change once they enter.

You had to admit with time Morpheus intrigued you, although you put some resistance, the Lord of Dreams was an incredibly complex being but every time you felt like a some sort of affection towards him, his behaviors would confuse you.

Sometimes, that hard exterior of his would fade, you would have certain moments were things felt right between you, but as soon as you started to get more intimate or you were too close to one another, he would completely shut down again, leaving you frustrated.

Until one day, you were having a discussion as one of his nightmares put you in a dangerous situation, he had secluded you to your room with him as you were having a pretty heated discussion.

“You could’ve died! Do you not see that?!” Morpheus exclaimed

“Why do you care so much? You can’t even hold a conversation with me for five minutes before running off!” Morpheus was going back an forth in the room, uneasy, angry, frustrated. Like a tea pot that had been under the heat for too long and was ready to burst.

“Believe me Y/N, I have tried not to but it is beyond me” he explained the best he could, but you wouldn’t have it. So you stood up two inches away from his face, practically breathing on him. He hate to admit it, but he was weak when it came down to you, he was aroused by your constant question to his authority.

“I deserve a fair fucking explanation. Why do you still have me here? You could just let me go, be done with all this bother I seem to cause you”

Morpheus looked into your eyes, you were so close to him your noses were almost grazing each other, he could even feel your warmth, your scent, he could see every mark and blemish on your face. His whole body was screaming your name, he was dying to touch you as his breathing got heavier.

He couldn’t bare this torture a minute longer… so he grabbed you and pushed you against the wall and as your back crashed the solid surface so did his lips when finding yours.

It wasn’t a sweet, innocent kiss; no. This was a desperate, hungry, passionate kiss. So much that you could barely breathe.

This was the kiss of a man that had been trying to get rid of his feelings and those feelings were eating him alive.

A part of you thought this was wrong, it was perverse and obscure to be with the one responsible for taking your life away and torturing your parents.

But why did you reciprocate his actions? Why were you feeling the same hunger and lust this man felt for you?

After what seemed like an eternity, Morpheus pulled away and he stared at your rosy cheeks and plump lips as a result of your kiss.

“You are a Burgess, your family ruined my kingdom and your world out of greed. But you too are my soulmate Y/N Burgess” you blinked a few times, trying to understand what he was saying

“Your soulmate?” It was the only thing you were able to say, suddenly a lot of things made sense but that opened a new cascade of questions.

“Yes. I’ve tried to escape this countless times, but I can’t and it’s been killing me to deny the truth”

“What truth, Morpheus?”

“That I am meant to love you as you are meant to love me” he was looking at you so intensely it was scary, he seemed to want to run away again as he reincorporated.

“Why are you running from me?” You asked as you grabbed his wrists, you wouldn’t let him get away so easily this time. So he was forced to stare at you, he was trembling, he just wanted to succumb, but his conflicted mind was imposing his desires.

“Because I can only contain myself for so long. I fear that if I stay I might lose the few lapsus of decorum I have” the tension was unbearable, the air was dense and Morpheus couldn’t even look at you anymore.

“Fuck decorum” you said before going in for a kiss, he practically groaned in delight like an animal when he gave into you, he was getting his hands on any skin he was able to grasp, making you weak to your knees.

“Are you sure you want this?” He asked, you nodded, not trusting your own voice. “I need you to say it, Y/N”

“Fuck me” it was all you were capable of saying.

After that, Morpheus went feral on you, he kissed your neck, ripped your dress as he removed your underwear and in no time he was already inside you thrusting into you with such force he was practically fucking the absolute life out of you.

You could only moan and scream out of pleasure as you dig your nails into his shoulder and he pressed your thigh on his waist, giving him a power over you as he was able to sink deeper inside you. Your whole body was shaking as you were brutally fucked, drunken on the sensation of him and only him.

He loved this, having you like this, being inside you with such sloppiness and urgency, this wasn’t gentle or sweet, him taking you right in this moment was a barbaric act filled with adrenaline, it was the act of a man taking a woman in the most primal way.

This was about pleasure, not about rationality of moral. You were both so tired of overthinking everything, that for the first time you allowed yourself to indulge in your darkest desires.

You would worry about the rest, later.

But for now, you were together and the whole world could burn in the meantime.

#the sandman comics #sandman imagine #sandman netflix #dream of the endless #morpheus dream #sandman x reader #dark morpheus #dream of the endless x reader #morpheus sandman #morpheus headcanons #morpheus imagines #morpheus #sandman shitpost #sandman x y/n #sandman x you #tom sturridge #alex burgess

[finnsanegg]

Misleading Dreams

〰️🎵 Wicked Game - Chris Isaak 🎵〰️

-> Pairing: Five Hargreeves x Female Reader

-> Era: Season 3 (at the wedding)

-> Pronouns: she/her

-> Warnings: alcohol consumption, brief mention of character death

-> Word Count: 2k

-> Summary: You're one of the magic kids. You possess the ability to travel through space, though unlike Five - your power lies in traveling through realities and timelines (basically, your superpower is shifting). You came into this reality to help with doomsday, which unfortunately didn't go as planned; even though you knew exactly what was gonna happen. You knew everything - because yes, the Umbrella Academy was only a mere TV show in the reality you came from.

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“You know I actually dreamed about you, back in my universe,” you put your hand on his shoulder for better balance.

The liquor was doing its dutiful job, God forbid you would trip and fall right now.

“Really?” Five raises his brows in question, “do tell.”

With a smile, you shift your eyes to the side - then you look back at him. 

It was hard to look him in the eye for a longer period of time. All this slow dancing came hand in hand with you being just a little closer to each other, more than you were used to. Thankfully, enough whiskey was allowing you to just try and enjoy the moment. 

Because what else could you possibly have right now? 

“You managed to create a portal to the moon,” you said, “on my balcony.”

He laughs, grabbing your hand just a little tighter. Probably for balance.

You weren't the only one who reeked of liquor here.

“You were so proud of yourself,” you continued with an amused chuckle.

“How could I not be,” he thinned his lips into a somewhat triumphant smile.

Five was well aware his behavior was probably veering away from his typical characteristic self. He was really out here, dancing like nothing mattered. And not just that, he was dancing with Y/N. In his mind, he wondered just how the hell did the two of you get into this situation in the first place.

“Ahh finally, I did it!” you mimicked his words from your dream - as if you truly heard him say that.

His face grimaced in a pretended offense. 

You never noticed how green his eyes actually were. Now that you could look at them from up close, you realized just how much tenderness they carried. Or was it the booze?

Come to think of it - the last time you were this close to each other was when you were leaving. You were leaving and he most likely thought he would never see you again. And you really did plan to not show your face here anymore, which obviously didn’t work out for you.

Your reasons were rather selfish, but that didn’t make them any less real. Simply put,  you just started to love each and every asshole in the Hargreeves family way too much. In fact, you considered yourself a part of them. And now, they did too.

It really just became your conjoint timeline, didn’t it?

“And what happened after that?” Five narrowed his eyes with amusement. Oh he was loving this conversation right now. This must have been the most fun he’s had since… well, ever since he got himself stuck in the apocalypse.

As you reminded yourself of the very dramatic events that happened in your dream, you chuckled, “you were about to jump in it. But I wanted to stop you.”

He raised his brow.

“So naturally, I tackled you to the ground,” you said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, “and the portal disappeared.”

How else would you wanna stop Five fucking Hargreeves? Well to be fair, you couldn’t really stop him even if you tried. He was like an elder on a hunt for sales. Or should I say a soon-to-be young adult in a desperate need to get laid. Both things combined.

He lets out another laugh, “very professional of you.”

“Wait, do you guys see Five?” Luther looked in your direction. 

They were all sitting at one of the tables not far from the dance floor.

Victor soon followed his gaze, “he’s… laughing?”

“Five and Y/N!” Klaus smashed the table a little too hard, “I always knew he had a thing for her.”

“That’s so weird,” Diego proclaimed.

Klaus laughed, “I bet it’s the cute shorts that did the trick.”

You watched as he laughed, his eyes closing and opening again. He was shining especially bright tonight. Like the weight of the world was finally off his shoulders for a while.

“Even in your dreams, you just manage to harass me, do you?” Five joked.

For some reason, his chest felt like it was on fire. Maybe he didn’t mind your bullying so much, oddly enough. There was just something about you. And strangely, he could tell this felt very similar to how he used to be with Dolores.

It was your turn to burst out in laughter now, you threw your head back, as if it would help you regulate the amount of alcohol in your system right now.

Five couldn’t turn his eyes away at that moment. Honestly, who would? He absentmindedly eyed the curves of your collarbones - they looked especially nice tonight, complimented by the dress you were wearing. The skin of your neck, the sharp edges of your jawline. And he was thinking like a damn teenager. 

“There, did you see that?!” Klaus pointed his finger, “He’s so eyeing her!”

“Him eyeing someone?” Lila grimaced, “this is Five we’re talking about.”

Klaus ignored Lila’s comment of course, “they toootaly have the hots for each other,” he smiled.

Luther raised his brow, “or he’s just really drunk.”

“Alright,” you shook your head, “but in my defense, I helped you up right after that.”

“My hero,” he sighed dryly.

That damn sarcasm of his.

You scoffed, hitting the back of his neck lightly. Oh, this conversation would soon be the death of you.

He tilted his head then - a deadly move, too much for drunk Y/N to handle.

“I hope I repaid the favor.”

“Actually…” 

Yes, this conversation might actually just end you sooner than the apocalypse.

“You kissed me.”

His brows shot up.

Please kill me now, you thought.

“And let me tell you, it was one sloppy kiss,” you laughed.

Now that you think about it, whiskey probably wasn’t the best fit for you. Next time you could just down a bottle of kerosene instead. 

“Hey!” he breathes out, somehow offended. He couldn't believe where this conversation led to.

“You actually apologized for being so terrible,” you had to say it was amusing to watch his face switching through the whole palette of different emotions. 

Five’s eyes narrowed in an embarrassed glare. You had no idea how he worked his glare game up to this ridiculously high level. Maybe he used to stare holes through bricks as a sport back in the apocalypse.

“That doesn't sound like me at all.”

“It really doesn't.”

A few seconds of silence followed. Neither of you knew how to continue this conversation, so you just assumed (you hoped, in fact) you would just drop it.

“Well, now I know your dreams are total bullshit.”

Well, guess not.

“Hey!” you frowned. 

Five was asking himself just why on Earth did he decide to pursue this topic further. But his mouth outran his thoughts - something that seemed to happen a lot under the influence of sweet alcohol. He was already so close to you and something in him screamed that this was his chance.

“First off, creating a portal to the moon is nearly impossible.”

“Nearly?” you raised your brows, chuckling. To be fair, he probably would find a way.

“And second..." Five paused. 

He still wasn't sure if he should do this. But the odds were against you all, with the inevitable doom literally around the corner. 

And for some reason, he remembered the time you left. Or rather, how it felt. How he then started to realize that your shared objective wasn't the only thing he liked about you.

"...I’m not a bad kisser.”

You stared at him, trying to process his words. Was he saying what you thought he was saying? Or were you just unnecessarily reading into it? It was hard to tell.

As you swayed into the slow, seemingly never-ending rhythm of the song, you proceeded to furrow your brows and then raise them up again.

It was difficult to believe Five would make a move like this. That he would say something so strangely inviting. As if he would want you to fall into the trap hidden within this conversation. Nevertheless, that didn't stop your heart from fluttering a little faster. There was just something about his eyes that made you believe it just for a second.

“Really?" you asked, "Well, I don’t believe you."

A rather bold answer, you must say. But you needed to know if you were really picking up what he was putting down. If he was putting this down.

Five's heart was beating unusually fast. Guess all this second puberty deal was getting to him too much. In his 58 years he wouldn't have hoped something like this would ever happen to him. But then again, he didn't really get the chance to meet a lot of people now, did he? The apocalypse is a dark and lonely time to be in.

But being here and now, he felt so young again. You made him feel young again.

"And how's that so?" He narrowed his eyes, "dreams are often very misleading."

He did have a point. They were misleading.

Your suspicion grew stronger with every second you spent looking at each other in silence. You suddenly didn’t know what to say - a certain type of nervousness washed over you.

Come on, say something, Y/N.

Absent-mindedly, your eyes slid down to his lips.

You swear it was only for a split second. There was no way Five would have noticed that.

But he did.

Or at least - he hoped he did. It wasn’t his imagination, was it? 

Before this silence could get anymore intense, you shook your head slightly and gave yourself a mental slap across the face. Well, more like a mental punch in the guts.

“I guess you’re right,” you cleared your throat, “but it still doesn’t make me believe you.”

Now, you knew this wasn’t the end of times. You were well aware of what was about to happen. In the back of your mind, you plotted to prevent both Luther and Klaus from dying - your heart broke a little every time you remembered what was in store for them.

But, Five most likely thought this was the last day on Earth for you all. And if you thought so too, you would definitely not waste your time. 

Fuck it. 

“If only there was a way to prove it.”

You tilted your head then - a deadly move, too much for drunk Five to handle.

He couldn’t stop his eyes from widening ever so slightly. His smile faded, as realization hit him. He really did just hear you say that; what a bold push. It’s one he really didn’t expect. But it’s one he probably needed.

You witnessed as his face softened, he locked on you with a focused look. Now that wasn’t a sight you could see very often. But in a strange way, it suited him.

Ignoring the bundle of nerves in your stomach, you reciprocated the tender seriousness with which he was observing you. Now it was his turn to say something.

Please just say something.

“Can I?”

Oh.

Your mouth hung slightly open. 

You didn’t even notice you had stopped dancing. Neither did Five.

You didn’t dare to break eye contact. Neither did Five.

You both stood in silence for a few moments.

This time you weren’t really trying to hide the way you looked down on his lips. And neither did Five.

A slight smile formed on your lips, and at that moment he already knew the answer.

Next thing you knew, his hand rested gently on the side of your neck and he pulled himself closer. 

Your noses brushed against each other first - and somehow you both stayed in that moment of closeness just a few seconds longer than you had to.

And suddenly, you were kissing.

You focused on his soft lips. The way he gently breathed out when you parted. The way he breathed you in once more as you kissed again.

His other hand remained on your hip, as it did throughout the dance. Only it seemed more eager, his grip tightened ever so slightly, as if he needed to make sure you won't go anywhere.

And Five really didn't want you to go anywhere right now.

He was making sure this was truly real - that he won't just wake up from a drunk, misleading dream. He really liked the way this felt. And he must admit, at that moment, he let his guard down completely.

Maybe whiskey wasn’t so bad after all.

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-> A/N: As you can probably tell, this is part of a bigger storyline. I thought up a lot of different scenarios thru all the seasons into my script, for when I shift there. Hope you enjoyed and let me know if you would like more from this universe!

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[jamimix]

Ain't this just a Dream? (Part 4)

SAGAU x Creator! Reader Sorry for the long wait! Aside from somehow getting shadowbanned, I got a bit too busy these past few days with college stuff

"Would you like us to see your brother now?"

Those are the words that Lumine has been longing to hear. To see her brother. To finally be reunited with him. With their grace home, it's now plausible. So with happy tears streaming down her face, she gave you a genuinely grateful smile as she nodded her head.

"I'd love that….Thank you, (Y/n)." Paimon was quick to tackle her into a hug, very happy that her friend is finally going to be reunited with her brother. And they only needed to save 3 nations for it!

"Paimon is so happy for you!"

You let them have their moment before you grabbed hold of Lumine's hand, walking the group towards an abandoned house that you've come across while searching around with Kazuha, one with a door still intact. Paimon flew close, a bit confused and curious at where you're taking them, but kept quiet. Dream don't fail me now. The moment I open this door. It should lead us to Aether.

Letting go of Lumine's hand, making her miss the warmth from your hands that you gave her, you gingerly placed it on the doorknob. Praying (eh? to yourself?) that it would work. You really didn't want to see Lumine be dissapointed.

Thankfully, the moment you opened the door, a portal of the abyss stared back, parts of it seeming to leak out of the door, vanishing into the air. You're quite glad that it worked, but by the looks of it, there's no time to go back and tell Kazuha about your whereabouts. With a quiet apology, you turned to Lumine and Paimon who are both quite ready to jump into it, only waiting for your signal to go.

"Hmmm. Hopefully, time would be normal."

"Huh?"

You chuckled at their confused faces, instructing Paimon to hold on, before moving forwards into the portal, dragging the two with you.

And it felt weird. So weird. The teleportation didn't hurt, you feel numb but at the same time, it felt like your body is being ripped into pieces and brought back together again, from one place to another. And when it you're finally fully in the Abyss, you feel normal, though a bit nausous. Once settled, a wave of something came onto you. You certainly didn't expect the Abyss to feel so… homey.

When you turned to your companions, both who were forced to let go after entering the portal, they seem to be fine, already looking around searching for who you all came here for. Lumine's eyes widened as she found him, body already on the move before the person's name even fell from her lips.

"Aether!"

"Lu-Lumine?!"

Aether could only stare wide-eyed as he sees his sister run towards him. He didn't notice how his people started kneeling after seeing a certain someone nor did he notice the said person watch the scene with a smile. He could only open his arms for his dear sister once she finally reaches him, hugging her back just as quickly, just as tightly, as he can. Neither of them caring about anything at the moment, only of each other. For the first time since the fall, Aether could finally feel himself at home, letting tears fall from his eyes as he is sister does the same.

'What a lovely reunion…' That was all you could think as you finally look away, noticing and moving your eyes at the kneeling… people(?) that was with Aether when you all got here, one of them being a quite familiar pyro abyss herald. You were about to comment on it when Paimon was suddenly by yourside, hands hugging your arm.

"(Y/n)?"

Why is Paimon looking at you like that? Looking so pale and worried… When did the floor get so close?

"Your Grace!"

There are two blurry blobs of yellow reaching out for you but it wasn't long before everything turned black…. Am I finally waking up?

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"When will you be back?" Someone asked with a face looking eerily similar to yours. You feel yourself shrug, eliciting an annoyed sigh from them, making you chuckle in amusement. You can feel yourself saying something, but for some reason, you couldn't really understand nor hear what it was. You could only guess from how they narrowed their eyes at your words that it might've annoyed them even further.

Once done, your lookalike seem to think hard about whatever it is that you said, looking at the sky, seeming to ask why they gotta put up with this, before looking back at you and nodding their head.

"Fine. Then don't blame me for what I'll do to your precious creations." You could hear yourself laugh, amused at their defeated expression. "And you better make sure to stitch my head back once it's done."

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The moment you opened your eyes, already noticing you're not in your own room, you grew puzzled. You try to ignore the pit of nervousness fluttering around your stomach as you sat up to look around. You're quite aware that you're still in Genshin, but where exactly? From the dark starry void that greets your eyes when you glanced at the window, safe to say you're somewhere in the Abyss.

You stilled when you see Lumine and Paimon sleeping by the bed you're in, obviously tired. You can only think of the complications of you being here, especially with an imposter now that you think about it. An imposter that is somehow your friend too if the memory you saw was real.

Quietly, you got off the bed, making sure not to wake the two up. As you did so, you couldn't help but notice how big the room is, how you seem to be in a room inside of a castle. It probably is.

Getting to the door that seems like it may lead to the outside, you carefully turned its knob, cringing at the loud noise it made, indicating that the lock has been released. You glanced back at towards the two, sighing in relief that they stay asleep. The moment you pushed the door open, you were greeted by a pair of golden eyes, staring at you in surprise.

"Your-" You slapped your hand onto Aether's mouth, gesturing your head at your sleeping companions. Only when he nodded in understanding did you take it off, ignoring the cute blush in his face that he tried to hide with his own hand. With the door shutting closed behind you, you give him a small smile as you spoke. "Let's go talk somewhere?"

With another nod, Aether lead you into a castle hallway. There is an… awkward silence as you both walk, mostly for Aether anyways. You're busy thinking of all the things you can and couldn't do. The fact that you managed to get to the Abyss by pure dream logic made you quite aware you have some power here.

"I… am very thankful that you chose my sister." That took you out of your thoughts. You watched as he opened up a door to a small balcony, letting you go through first before joining you to feast your eyes at the abyss' starry sky. It was hauntingly beautiful. There's something hypnotizing about this place, something within you that wants to… take hold of it.

"Khaenri'ah made a grave sin and when Celestia came for it, you were there to save my sister." You motioned Aether to go on, quite interested and curious as to where this is going.

"We didn't think of the consequences that may occur when we… when we looked into your world and tried to interact with it. We saw you living your life. Living it like a normal human being just like most of us. You are the only God that we kept close to our hearts and yet we betrayed you and your privacy."

"You looked into my world?"

Aether quickly dropped into his knees, suddenly bowing in front of you, forehead touching the stone cold floor, as you stood there shocked at his action. A string of apologies came rushing out from him and words that he'll take accept any punishment that you'll give him. You won't lie, it is a bit terrifying to know that people were stalking you but…

"It's okay, Aether." You kneeled down yourself, sitting on your heels as you pet his head, eyes lighting up at how fluffy and soft his hair is. He stopped talking when he felt it, after sitting up and looking at you, he now wants to curse himself for making you sit on the dirty floor. But the way you smiled and looked at him so caringly, he couldn't help but melt into your hands, body leaning a bit more closely, closing his eyes just so he wouldn't feel too embarrassed for acting like this.

"You're forgiven as long as none of you do it again."

"Thank you, your grace."

"Please just call me (Y/n). And if it's possible," Aether opened his eyes, finally staring back at you, waiting for your order whilst one of his hands unconsciously reaching up towards yours that's still on his head.

You're making a huge rash decision right now, but who cares really? Maybe you could still keep thinking that this is just one big dream. Consequences be damned. "Your mages, heralds, hilichurls…I want you to call everyone back. "

"...Everyone back?"

"We can't have a nation without its citizens, can we?"

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It's been a week, yet no sign of you, Lumine and her little emergency food. Kazuha partly regrets leaving you alone with the two. Beidou and her crew are also close to losing it. The thought of you being with the traveller isn't enough to fully calm them down. It's not that they don't trust her, but a warning could've been nice.

In another note, they couldn't stay long near the waters of Inazuma nor can they near Liyue's. They don't want people start asking why they haven't ventured out yet for their grace's treasure. So sadly, they have no other choice but to leave and wait, to hear from you in some other way.

"…Your grace, we hope you're safe… wherever you are." Kazuha can only hope that the wind sends you his prayers.

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[spicysix]

anywhere u go

Argyle had no idea the living nightmare he was getting himself into when he first decided to follow Jonathan Byers. Well, he'd do it again in a heartbeat anyway.

rating: T

warnings: this fic includes weed, the teeniest hint of ptsd, questionable informations about the united states' AND the canadian's geography from a brazilian writer (so, probably, mistakes. look past them pls), also questionable english by a brazilian writer not beta-read, weather as a metaphor, and subtle pining.

word count: 5.6k

author's note: title from the song of the same name by Tove Lo. written for Lex's Spicy Six Summer Fanwork Challenge, for the dialogue prompt “I’m really glad we did this”. thanks for hosting this amazing event @thefreakandthehair ♡

↳ read on ao3

If someone asked him, Argyle wasn’t sure he’d be able to retell the whole thing.

And, sure, maybe you could blame the weed a little bit. He might have partaken in it a few times here or there during the whole thing. It was right there in the van! How could he say no? Not at any of the big moments, though, of course not. He’s a stoner, not an idiot. He only smoked twice on the road when Jonathan was the one driving, that hotbox he did with Eden, beautiful goth goddess of his dreams, and once to prepare the pizza during the whole freezer piggyback thing (he likes being high when working in the kitchen okay, don’t go away judging). When they got to Hawkins, he only collected mushrooms, didn’t do them. He didn’t even have the time.

It wasn’t any kind of substance that made the next few weeks go by hazily.

It was just too much.

Chaos was installed when they arrived in Hawkins. Earthquakes had ripped open wounds into the soil of the small town — living, squeamish, bleeding wounds. Argyle learned later they were portals to the dimension under their own, where all the problems surrounding his friend’s family came from in the first place.

People were missing and hurt, some even died with the way the gates tore through houses and buildings, and the mood around Hawkins as they drove through it was rightfully sour.

Jonathan drove to his girlfriend’s house, some other people were already there and it was a beautiful reunion, it really was, but Argyle felt out of place. They parted ways after, and the ones that had been there already headed to the High School to drop some donations — except for Nancy, who went inside the van and into the passenger seat as if she owned it.

It had been Argyle’s.

But it was okay, he stayed in the back with the kiddos.

They went to the hospital, one of them — the one Supergirl had mentally piggybacked on — was hurt and in a coma. Argyle waited in the van as the rest of them went in to see her — he didn’t know her, didn’t want to invade their space.

After the visit they headed to an old cabin in the woods, abandoned, destroyed, pieces of its ceiling missing. Jonathan said Supergirl used to live there with her dad, the dead cop, and while they all reconnected and cleaned up the place, Argyle found those mushrooms that he didn’t use.

Didn’t even have the time to, because suddenly it was snowing ashes and he found his friend and his friend’s family — including his mom and a tall skinny bald guy, where did they come from? — looking over the city from the hill and the open field, and the flowers were dead and there was smoke coming from the place where all the portals met downtown.

Too much happening at the same time, and suddenly Jonathan was grabbing Argyle’s wrist and pulling him back to the van, “let’s go get the others, oh and by the way the tall skinny bald guy is the dead cop, oh and by the way my mom went to the Soviet Union to rescue him, oh and by the way the world is ending.”

So they went back to the hospital, to warn the siblings that were keeping watch over the comatose redhead, but they didn’t wanna join them back. Told Jonathan to reach through the walkies if he needed them.

So they went to the school, found the pretty guy and the cute girl that looked and acted like siblings plus the small curly one, pretty guy told them all they could go to his house cause it was big and clean and empty and they could use it as headquarters. Nancy shivered at the suggestion, her jaw tensed and Jonathan looked at her with caution, but they all agreed anyway.

So they went to pretty guy’s house, it really was big and clean and empty — all sadly so. The ones coming from California took their much needed showers, un-dead cop called a friend of his and told him to come meet them, the kids reached out to the siblings in the hospital to let them know where they all were.

It was too much.

Argyle set the water of his shower to the coldest temperature he could bare to try and shock some sense into himself. Looked at his reflection in the mirror and if it wasn’t him, he wouldn’t know all the shit that guy went through that last week. Government agents dying in his work van that he ended up stealing, a superpowered girl he helped rescue, an evil dimension with an evil wizard, people in comas and people coming back from the dead, gates to the underworld burning through a small town — and how he got roped into all of that by following a friend across the country.

He’d say he was a pretty good friend at that point.

He waited in the living room with the others as everyone went through rotations of showers, and cute girl made him a sandwich and it was nice of her, Little Byers sat by his side cause he was one of the only people who knew Argyle, and it was nice of him. When Jonathan arrived all cleaned up and smelling soapy, he sat by Argyle’s other side and Argyle felt himself relax if only a little.

They waited until un-dead cop’s friend showed up, and for some reason he showed up with two other Russian guys and a government lady and oh boy was Argyle even more confused.

Everyone took their turns retelling their own stories and gluing all the pieces together, and it was a somber story, it was bad as a horror movie and Argyle kind of wanted to throw himself out the window and get in the first bus back to California but he had no one there and in here he at least had the Byers. They were a good family, the closest to one Argyle had. So he stuck around through the puzzle.

Once in a while they referenced something that had happened in the years before and Argyle didn’t get the references because he hadn’t been there but he was sure Jonathan could fill him in later. Or he wouldn’t, and Argyle wouldn’t mind that either because it would at least save him from nightmares.

There had been losses, some friend of theirs in Hawkins — small curly one seemed to be the most affected by it, and Supergirl’s boyfriend was also really upset when he learned the news. Besides him, other three teenagers were victims of the evil wizard, plus their friend who survived but was in a coma.

On their side, a doctor dead and a doctor missing — apparently captured by the side of the government that was trying to kill Supergirl, that government lady said. Not her side trying to kill Supergirl. Another side. But apparently the doctors could help and it was relevant to know about their situation. The parents didn’t seem to agree a lot, and neither did Supergirl.

Un-dead cop’s friend made a joke about how at least on their side only bad commies had died, but the joke didn’t land. They weren’t in a nice mood for jokes.

It was too much, everyone talking about terrible things happening and talking over each other and Argyle’s head was about to explode in pain so at some point when they were all going through the timeline for the third time, he escaped and headed outside through the front door.

Jonathan found him after a couple of minutes.

“Is this too much?” he asked, and Argyle nodded. “I’m sorry. Wish we could smoke right now,” he said.

Argyle hummed, “It’s gonna look real unprofessional of us if we do, though, right?”

“It really will.” Jonathan chuckled, but it was dry and humorless.

They just stood there in silence for a few minutes, and Argyle’s fingers were trembling a little and maybe it was abstinence, probably was, but the clouds were fucking red and the smoke still made ashes rain down and it was terrifying.

“We should go inside,” Jonathan said after a while.

Argyle sighed and followed him in.

Over the next week they all hung out almost exclusively in pretty boy’s house (pretty boy’s name was Steve, Argyle learned. He dated Nancy before Jonathan did. They had a weird thing going on) and planned for the next step they’d take into, hopefully for the last time, saving the world. Well, it was Argyle’s first, but it still counted right. The kids called their parents and they all seemed to trust the old teens to be good babysitters even during the apocalypse, plus Ms. Byers and the un-dead cop were of course to be trusted.

Argyle was mostly tuned out of everything, but that was okay, firstly because he was the last one to join the mess and didn’t know the details as well as the rest of them, and it wasn’t a good use of their time to explain it to Argyle time and time again when they could be plotting strategies. So Argyle took over pretty boy Steve’s kitchen and kept his battalion fed and strong for battle.

The other reason he kept tuned out was, of course, so he wouldn’t freak the fuck out.

Keeping himself entertained with cooking — and, not going to lie, a little weed here and there when they found it — was the only thing still keeping him from that original plan of throwing himself out the window and catching the first bus back to California.

Sometimes the rest of the Party — as they called themselves, what a weird bunch — would help or at least keep him company. Un-dead cop’s friend (un-dead cop was Hopper, friend was Murray) was a great cook as Argyle already knew from that risotto, but he was also really weird and gave Argyle the creeps. Ms. Byers kept telling him to call her Joyce, tried her best in the kitchen and her food wasn’t bad, but it also wasn’t good. He liked talking to her, though. Cute girl — pretty boy Steve’s platonic soulmate, Robin — was real funny and a delight to talk to, but a fire hazard personified and not allowed near the stove. Steve could bake some mean breakfast and he was also really cool, Argyle didn’t know why Jonathan was so adamant about keeping a grudge.

“You’d like Eddie, he was a dealer,” Steve said one night as they sat in the backyard staring at the pool and smoking what was left of Argyle’s purple palm tree delight. “And he for sure would like you, and this.” Steve waved the joint around before handing it back to Argyle. Steve’s smile was sad, and Argyle hadn’t known the guy so he didn’t know how to feel or what to say. So they just kept smoking.

Nancy was how Argyle found out about the whole story between her, Jonathan and Steve — and Argyle understood partly why Jonathan held a grudge. Steve was a nice guy now though, Nancy said and Argyle knew it was true because they talked and smoked a lot late at nights, but it wasn’t his place to tell Jonathan how to feel about his girlfriend’s ex who called him slurs, physically fought him and then saved his life more than once. It was a tough spot, alright.

The kids were something else. He barely saw the siblings — Lucas Erica, the ones at comatose redhead’s, Max, bedside. They were, all three of them, constantly brought up, though, and it almost made it seem like they were there all the time. The small curly one, Dustin, seemed to think he was touched by god’s wisdom at all times, and it could be funny but it could also be a little annoying. He was pretty Steve’s favorite, though. That was interesting. Little Byers (Will) and Mike — Supergirl’s now ex-boyfriend — had something going on but Argyle wasn’t sure if he wanted to know what. Jonathan went grumpy anytime they were together, and his older brother protective act was amusing.

Supergirl — Jane, El — was Argyle’s favorite though, and there was no competition there. She was weird and tiny and badass and adorable and a huge menace, not only in the way that she could literally blow things up with her mind, but because she could be a little troublemaker kid in the best way a kid should be a troublemaker in. She was sweet and delicate and just so fucking little, and her shoulders were too tiny to hold all the weight they carried, so Argyle did his best to bake her the frozen waffles she loved, told her funny exaggerated stories so she’d laugh, gave her tight hugs whenever she needed them. It was sad that she needed them a lot. But she always thanked him and told him his hugs were the best hugs ever, so he’d hug her once again before letting her go. He liked that she smiled a lot near him. The world owed her more smiles, and he was glad to take that task.

Jonathan did his best to make Argyle feel like he was part of it all. Argyle wasn’t so sure if he even wanted to be a part of it all in the first place, but since he was dragged to it without any other option, he was glad he at least had Jonathan by his side. He chose to pair up with Argyle when they were assigned guest bedrooms in Steve’s big house so Argyle wouldn’t be alone, even if he could be with Nancy. He never scolded Argyle for smoking because he knew Argyle did it to cope, to calm down, to get less stressed and anxious — and he knew the situation was stressing and anxiety-inducing as hell. He never complained if Argyle didn’t participate in their planning sessions because he knew Argyle’s lack of previous knowledge would probably just slow them down, and once during the night he said he’d do anything to leave Argyle as out of it as he could, that he felt guilty for bringing Argyle into all of it in the first place.

Argyle blamed him, it really was kind of Jonathan’s fault, but he also forgave him.

He forgave him the second after it all happened.

He would probably follow Jonathan anyway even if he knew beforehand where he was headed to.

He followed Jonathan into the final battle against that slimy, evil, twisted, disgusting son of a bitch. He followed Jonathan with homemade armor and homemade weapons, and a courage he didn’t really have. He followed Jonathan, El, Will, and Joyce — and all the rest of their weird, codependent, brought together by disasters, wrecked and beautiful found family. He was stuck with them now forever, he knew it. He wasn’t complaining. They were his family now, too.

But that specific day, that was the one that was the most blurred out. Maybe it was a coping mechanism that his fucked up brain came up with to give him a rest, or maybe it was his brain too fucked up from all the weed usage, but he was glad either way. If someone asked him, Argyle was sure he wouldn’t be able to retell the whole thing.

It was way too much. He was glad he didn’t remember.

They were all alive and sore and bruised and hurt after it, and they all still stayed in Steve’s big house — to make sure they were all together if it wasn’t really over, and because they healed better as a pack. The government lady had found her lost doctor sometime in the middle of it all, and the whole Party got some good deals out of everything. Argyle wasn’t even going to be sued by Surfer Boy Pizza for stealing a company van. He actually got to keep it, and he took out the surfboard from the roof, took out all the company stickers, cleaned it up real good and it ended up looking like a regular beautiful yellow van where no man had ever died inside.

El seemed to have lost her powers for good this time, but she was relieved. Will was never haunted by the creepy chills in the back of his neck again. Max woke up, and she was blind and would probably never walk again, but she was so grateful. Argyle cooked her favorite food — information provided by El — when she was released from the hospital, and of course she was led straight to Steve’s house. She didn’t know Argyle before the apocalypse almost took her away, but she thanked him with a beautiful crooked smile of a girl who defeated death, and everyone surrounded her with love and warmth and everything was almost perfect. They were acting like the kids they were. They were allowed to, now. The only thing they’d have to worry about from now on was school and homework, the occasional regular teenage problems. No more evil scientists, no more evil wizards, no more evil dimensions. Just, a bad grade in Latin, or having an unrequited crush, a pimple in the middle of their foreheads. Argyle was so happy for them.

Jonathan and the rest of the older ones also got to go back to normal. Steve and Robin’s only worry was finding a new job. Nancy and Jonathan finally talked it out and resolved their issues — by breaking up. Nancy would go to Emerson, Boston, as she wished, and Jonathan didn’t want to and it was fine. They had grown too much, apart from each other in the few months they were away. They didn’t need to be each other’s grounding points anymore, because they could find other people and find themselves and worry about regular young adult stuff like a bad grade in Journalism 101 or the fact they were out of weed or photographic film.

Jonathan wanted to go to New York.

Argyle could get on the first bus back to California, but he had no one there and that was okay, because here he had Jonathan. Jonathan, who Argyle crossed the country for, who Argyle walked into Hell for, who Argyle would probably follow anywhere.

So Jonathan decided to go to New York, and Argyle decided to follow him.

They took the renewed regular yellow van where no man had ever died, belts buckled in for the first time ever because they valued their lives a whole lot now. They took an atlas from Robin’s collection, a few pre-rolled joints Steve bought from god knows who, a bunch of snacks the kids gathered for them, clothes they borrowed because they ran away from California with no bags, and a tight hug from each and every one of their weird, codependent, brought together by disasters, wrecked and beautiful found family.

They took the I-69 to Indy, the I-70 to Pittsburgh, the I-76 to Philadelphia, and the I-95 to New York. Twenty hours on the road was nothing considering it took them three days to get from middle-of-bumfuck-nowhere (Nevada) to middle-of-bumfuck-nowhere (Indiana). They took turns driving, stopped for gas and lunch and dinner and a smoke session, slept in the back of the van in a parking lot until they weren’t high anymore, arrived in New York as the sky was pouring down on the city.

“The rain is nice,” Jonathan commented as he looked through the window in the passenger seat.

It hadn’t rained in Hawkins ever since the world almost ended. No matter how many times they showered, bathed, scrubbed all the grime and dirt and blood away, sometimes it still felt like they weren’t clean. The town was definitely still dirty.

“The rain is nice,” Argyle agreed.

They kept driving around, they got trapped in traffic, they got screamed and horned at, they laughed back because it felt nonsensical to be mad about cars in streets. They stopped at a diner, ate a bunch of eggs sunny side up, to counter the weather, watched the regulars and the waitresses and the cook in their routines, and they smiled at each other because it was so nice to see normal things for once. People living their normal lives. Not a single one of them aware that the two weird kids in the corner booth almost died so they could be spilling coffee on the counter and getting their mouths dirty with grease.

They asked for a cheap recommendation on a place they could rest, drove a little more, got a little more trapped in traffic, got a little more yelled and horned at, until they found the shitty motel that the waitress promised was decently cleaned no matter how fucked up it looked on the outside. But their expectations bar wasn’t high, anyway. They had two beds, separated by a tiny nightstand table, and they fell asleep turned to face each other, curtains open and bathroom lights on because the darkness couldn’t be trusted.

Next day emerged with the clouds all gone, the weirdest of contrasts, and a chilly wind kept throwing Argyle’s hair to all sides and Jonathan kept looking at him with a soft smile whenever it whipped his pale skin. They left the van in the motel and walked and walked and walked until their feet hurt, had no idea where they were going and no exact place to go to, a joint shared and their fingers touched and their mouths wrapped around the same paper. It was nothing, and it was everything.

They watched people passing by, everyone in such a hurry, people scowling and people smiling and people somehow with their expressions completely neutral. People living their normal lives, not a single one of them aware that the two weird kids walking shoulder to shoulder almost died so they could be running to catch the subway or signing for a cab to stop.

They managed to get back to the motel, took their showers, scrubbed scrubbed scrubbed and still felt unclean, collapsed on their separate beds again, turned to face each other, curtains open, bathroom lights left on.

Jonathan wanted to go to NYU.

Ever since he was six years old, he told Argyle. The Tisch Photography program was a big one, his dream ever since he had a bowl cut worst than Will’s, when his father was still home and his mom wasn’t overprotective because none of them knew monsters existed just under their feet.

Jonathan’s eyes gleamed as he spoke about the university, so Argyle offered and Jonathan agreed, and the next day Jonathan hopped on a subway train and Argyle followed him.

The subway was too much, Argyle noticed. He shared a look with Jonathan over someone else’s shoulder and knew they were thinking the same.

They went south south south to Greenwich Village with its pretty brownstones and its artsy students roaming around, so many of them, and Jonathan stopped across the street looking at the Tisch building for a long time, inconveniently in the middle of the sidewalk, his fellow hipsters having to walk around him. Argyle looked at Jonathan the whole time, saw it firsthand as his gears turned, as the gleam in his eyes faded, as the wrinkle in his forehead deepened.

“Too much?” he asked.

Jonathan nodded. “For now, at least.”

Argyle just started walking and Jonathan followed, and they just walked across Greenwich Village until they were at the pier and they looked at New Jersey from afar, all the ferries crossing the Hudson, people still in a hurry all the goddamn time and Argyle’s fingers tapped against the railing that was there to stop him from falling into the water. He kinda wanted to do it just to see what it would feel like. He lost track of time staring at the water, and the boats, and the people on the boats living their normal lives, not a single one of them aware of the two weird kids on the pier that almost died so they could cross the river on a daily basis; and he felt Jonathan staring at him and maybe it should’ve been the other way around.

“Wanna try again?” he asked after, maybe, hours, and Jonathan nodded.

They walked back, Jonathan stopped inconveniently in the middle of the sidewalk across the street, stared at the Tisch building for what wasn’t longer than a minute and a half.

“Too much,” he decided.

They took the subway back north north north to the motel, took their showers, scrubbed scrubbed scrubbed and still felt unclean, collapsed on their separate beds again, curtains open, bathroom lights left on. Jonathan turned away and slept looking at the wall. Argyle slept looking at Jonathan’s back.

Sun was still out bright the next day.

They went out silently for breakfast at a café a few blocks down, heard the weirdest fucking story told by the people sitting at the table next to them. One look at each other and they were back at the motel, into the van, across the bridge, east east east into Long Island and clouds started to appear the more further east they went.

Montauk sure had that creepy energy hanging in the air, as if everyone was constantly waiting for the shoe to drop, but it somehow didn’t feel as world-ending as Hawkins did. Jonathan whispered that if Will was there, he’d probably be scratching his neck by now.  They kept heading east, into the State Park, to the lookout, out of the van. Stared at the ocean. All that amount of water, the vast nothingness of the view and the wide greatness it contained, and it should’ve been too much but Argyle let out a long sigh and breathed in deeply, a single drop of rain touched his forehead and it felt good.

They went back to the van, back to Manhattan, back to the motel, took their showers, scrubbed a little less, collapsed on their separate beds, curtains closed, bathroom lights left on, turned to face each other again. They said nothing. There was a constant hum from somewhere outside the motel, in the neighborhood, that lulled them to sleep. Argyle thought he heard Jonathan call for him but when he opened his eyes again Jonathan was snoring lightly. Argyle smiled at the view and fell back to unconsciousness.

Clouds were back the next day.

They checked out of the motel, Jonathan took the seat behind the wheel, headed back to I-95 again and hit the pedal hard. They drove for about half the time as they did from Hawkins to New York, never leaving the I-95, looking through the windows as they drove past New Haven, Providence, Boston, plus some stupidly small and completely forgettable towns in Maine.

They only left the I-95 when they passed the border, when the Highway didn’t exist anymore.

“Will they know we have weed?” Argyle asked as they were growing closer to the customs. They only had a single joint left, but it was worrying anyway.

“Don’t think they’ll check,” Jonathan answered, and he didn’t seem bothered at all.

Argyle doubted they would be able to cross, he didn’t even have a passport, but Jonathan was thankfully right. The guard asked for their drivers’ licenses only, where they were headed and what they were doing —  Jonathan said they were on a roadtrip. When the guard asked how long they were planning on staying, Jonathan said “enough days to see a bit of the three east provinces”, and that’s when Argyle was sure the guard would tell them to turn around and get the fuck out, back to bumfuck-nowhere, Indiana. But he just nodded as he inspected the photos on their documents, and when he handed them back along with a pocket-sized canadian atlas he said: “Have fun.”

And that was it.

Argyle’s shoulders dropped from where they had situated above his ears as Jonathan waited until the customs couldn’t be seen from the windows anymore so he could hit the pedal hard again, this time on what they called the Trans-Canada Highway (information provided by the pocket-size atlas gifted to them by a random and kind government employee).

Jonathan drove for about an hour and a half after they crossed, and Argyle’s sudden drop of adrenaline made him doze off for a while before he woke up as Jonathan was parking at a motel. He looked around, saw some signs, picked up the pocket-size atlas from where it had fallen off to the floor of the van.

“You wanna stay in…” he checked the atlas, “Fredericton, New Brunswick? This was your destination all along?” he asked with a grin.

Jonathan chuckled. “I’m just tired for today. But I wanna keep going, actually. If that’s okay?” his eyes were suddenly filled with doubt, and oh no, Argyle couldn’t have that.

“Absolutely, my man. Point where and I’m headed right behind ‘ya,” he was smiling, and his tone was light-hearted, but he was being the most honest he ever was.

Jonathan seemed to get it, because he was looking back at him with that reserved soft smile of his and Argyle’s brain went a little fuzzy, but it was probably from the nap he took.

They went inside the motel, finally, got their bedroom with two beds, separated by nothing but a few inches, and Argyle’s first instinct was to actually bring them together so they’d be just one big bed, but he restrained. They took showers, didn’t really scrub a lot, collapsed on their barely separate beds, curtains closed, bathroom light left off, turned to face each other. Argyle fell asleep with a smile on his face, and if he didn’t dream it, Jonathan had one of his own on his lips.

Next day was more than cloudy, it was pouring rain again.

Jonathan sat behind the steering wheel once more, hit the pedal and they headed east east east, so far east that Argyle feared for a second that they were going to reach the border of the world or something. They crossed New Brunswick and almost reached Nova Scotia, but then Jonathan took a sharp turn north.

“An island, man?” Argyle asked as they crossed the bridge to Prince Edward. Jonathan just shrugged, but he was smiling wider than Argyle had ever seen him smile before. Not bothered at all. It was a good sight to see.

The capital city was on the southeast, but Jonathan kept going north again. It seemed like they were almost at the end of the island before he finally stopped, at some stupidly small and completely forgettable town.

“This place has probably half of the citizens of Hawkins,” Argyle noted.

“I need a phone,” Jonathan said.

His smile didn’t falter.

They found the single Bed & Breakfast the town had to offer, asked for a bedroom — it only had one bed, they didn’t mind and neither did the young lady in charge —, they asked to use their phone, “How much is a phone call to Indiana, you think?” Jonathan asked Argyle, smile turning into a wicked grin and Argyle had definitely never seen that, so the only answer he could come up with was a loud laugh.

Jonathan dialed.

Argyle saw the lady had a bong on her table, so he lit up their final joint.

They waited for the phone to be answered.

Jonathan’s eyes never left Argyle’s, and their wide smiles were like mirrors of each other. Argyle had no idea what Jonathan was up to, clearly no good, but Argyle was down to it anyway. He’d follow Jonathan in whatever disturbed plan he had, to whatever edge of the world he wanted to go to.

And, finally:

“Hop, hey, it’s Jon. I’m in Canada. Yeah, you heard it right, Canada. Do you think Owens’ FBI friends can do us a final favor?”

⟿

Argyle looks out the window.

In the reflex, he sees Jonathan, his head on Argyle’s shoulder, and he’s also looking out the window. It’s been like this for a few months now, just the two of them, in tandem, doing the same things. Synchronized. It feels good, the best he ever felt. Jonathan’s skin is warm against Argyle where their arms touch, and he smiles without even thinking about it. It’s been like this for a few months now, smiling around just at the thought or sight of Jonathan. It feels good. The best he ever felt about someone.

“I’m really glad we did this,” Jonathan mumbles against Argyle’s shoulder.

This: a trip along the coast to a different country? This: bribing the government for a new beginning in a town so small and forgettable that no monster, human or not, could find them again? This: getting a house of their own, a fucking boat and a fishing license, a truck they could drive down to Charlottetown on good days?

This: falling in love in the process?

Argyle’s not sure what Jonathan is referring to. He’s really glad too, either way.

Argyle looks at their small world out the window.

It’s Sunday morning, commerce is all closed, streets are empty. The sun is covered by clouds, a summer thunderstorm approaching, and he can see the sea from here. There’s no one at the beach. The waves look nice. All that amount of water, the vast nothingness of the view and the wide greatness it contains.

It’s not too much. It’s nothing at all, actually, and it’s everything.

And it’s perfect that way.

#jargyle #jonathan byers x argyle #jargyle fanfic #jargyle fic #jargyle oneshot #argyle x jonathan byers #jonathan byers #argyle #stranger things fic #stranger things fanfic #lui writes #lexssummerfanworkschallenge #should've posted this tomorrow on jargyle jursday but oh well. what's done is done

[needfantasticstories]

Attempt number 2653929284 at writing fluff:

(AO3 Link at the bottom)

Four woke up with a startle.

He’d been dreaming of apples. Not the bland ones they sold in castle town markets, or the sweeter ones in the countryside, but the mouth-watering, rupee-red gems from Legend’s orchard; the kind Wild had turned into a pie unlike any they’d ever had before.

He was about to take a bite out of one such apple when his teeth snapped together, waking him.

His stomach growled as he sat up and rubbed his eyes. They’d camped in an autumn forest crisp with warm red and yellow leaves, but the air had a chill bite come nightfall. Four had slept near the fire, luckily, while most of the others huddled around Sky, who’d had a rough day.

Saying goodbye to Sun had nearly broken the poor man, but the portal waited and she put on a brave show for him, though it was obvious to all how it broke her heart too. But the Surface team needed her.

But nothing prepared them for Red Terror’s anguish at his soulmate leaving him again.

Four looked around, and spied Epona nosing through the autumn leaves with a “sh sh sh” of her nose.

Everyone was asleep except Wild, perched in a branch to keep better watch over the hill nearby. He didn’t look surprised to see four awake.

“Hungry?”

“Must be,” he laughed and rubbed his stomach, hoping it had finished complaining.

“Here,” Wild leapt down and pulled something from his pouch.

Four stifled a small laugh. Apples. Six of them.

Wild returned to his perch.

Four ate two apples, and watched Epona.

The horse continued to nuzzle the leaves, pushing them around more aggressively. They crackled and shushed loudly.

Time and Warrior began to stir. Sky flinched from a stick snapping under her hoof. Hyrule startled too, and sat up, then just as quickly looked around and went back to sleep.

Four had to do it, Twilight’s rules notwithstanding. Red thrilled with delight, vio in fascination and reason, blue with playful spite and green with purpose.

He approached the heavy horse lightly but within her sight. Her ears perked up with interest. He grabbed the brush Twilight had left on the log nearby, climbed atop the log, and held out an apple.

She stomped over and took it carefully from his hand. He smiled and stroked her nose.

He felt especially small before her. Her legs were taller than him. His own steed, a petite but swift gelding from his father, was hardly bigger than a pony. Father had joked about getting him a greyhound to ride before they both admitted he would not get any taller.

Epona stood even taller than his father’s stallion.

Might as well brush her too, since we’re here, Vio thought. The rest of him readily agreed. He gave her three more apples. Twilight didn’t need to know…

A crackling of leaves. He peered around her chest, and found Warrior approaching from the other side, apple in hand.

“Good girl,” he whispered, not seeing Four.

“I’ll keep your secret if you keep mine.”

Warrior peered around Epona and smiled. “Only if you include Wild. I think he’s in on it.”

A third voice spoke. “Oh, I see I’m not the first.”

Sky held a bag of oats and two endura carrots.

No one dared tell Twilight about the little breech of his rules against spoiling Epona. Not even Time, who watched from his bedroll with a grin as the three fed and brushed her down. Not Legend or Hyrule or Wind either, who fed her the next night.

They all missed someone, Twilight thought as he watched from the woods.

Only Four discovered the truth, when he saw Twilight pack up the brush without using it and saddled Epona without feeding her first, who the real mastermind was.

“Good girl,” he told her.

Sneaking Apples (673 words) by SkipBreaker Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Legend of Zelda & Related Fandoms Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Four & Warriors (Linked Universe), Four & Sky (Linked Universe), Twilight & Wild (Linked Universe), Four & Twilight (Linked Universe), Four & Wild (Linked Universe) Characters: Four (Linked Universe), Warriors (Linked Universe), Sky (Linked Universe), Wild (Linked Universe), Twilight (Linked Universe), Time (Linked Universe), Epona (Legend of Zelda) Summary: A difficult farewell is made better with a secret apple plot. (My attempt at “tooth-rotting fluff,” as the kids say. One-shot short. Might make a collection someday.)

#linked universe twilight #linked universe wild #linked universe fanfic #linked universe #linked universe sky #linked universe fluff #skipwrites

[kaylinalexanderbooks]

Find the word

Thanks @eccaiia for the tag!

Rules: find the words given to you in your WIPs! Synonyms are welcome. Then tag people with new words!

My words: sight, sound, smell, taste

Your words: strap, small, scratch, study

Softly tagging @mk-writes-stuff @monstrouswrites @blind-the-winds @little-peril-stories @buffythevampirelover @mysticstarlightduck @jezifster @jessicagailwrites @gottestod-writes @willtheweaver @theeccentricraven @digital-chance @moonandris + anyone else!

TSP intro

TSP tag list (ask to be +/-): @thepeculiarbird @illarian-rambling @televisionjester @finchwrites - soft tag

Keep reading for:

Lexi and Ash arrive at the Gateway

William makes a breakthrough

Ash uses the probes (no!)

Noelle is hurt oh no

Sight - from The Secret Portal Part One (Lexi POV)

“It seems weird,” I said looking at her as I turned around the corner of the school. “Like—ah!” My boot got caught on the grass, causing my feet to slip. I tumbled onto the ground and dropped my violin, the “oof!” that followed indicating Ash tripped over the sturdy case. It was eerily quiet and the smell of the exhaust was gone. I became hyper-aware of the grass I lay in and shot up to a seated position, jumping when I realized nothing was in sight but a dizzyingly-clear horizon. Ash groaned beside me. “Since when does Falcon have grass—” She cut herself off as she pushed herself upright, taking in the sudden new scenery. We sat in the middle of a seemingly endless field. The grass that stretched in each direction appeared freshly mowed, though it lacked the smell that usually came with it. Instead, a chillingly sterile air hit my nose. “Ash,” I asked, low-key freaking out, “where are we?” Ash looked around. “Where did—how did we get here? Where’s the school?” I couldn’t answer. The sun that had been burning in the late afternoon was no longer casting a deathly heat paired with Houston humidity. In fact, looking up, the burning mass seemed to be missing, despite the sky being a soft periwinkle. “Okay…” Ash said after a moment, standing slowly. “Maybe if we go back the way we came, we’ll return to the school.” “Right,” I said, rising to join her. “That—that makes sense.” We retrieved our stuff and tried to retrace our steps. We walked a couple yards, but nothing happened. “We could’ve gotten turned around,” Ash pointed out. “Maybe there’s one specific spot we have to step in to get back.” She sighed, setting her stuff on the ground and sitting beside it. “Give me a second to think.” “Think about what?” I asked, joining her. “A way out? A way back? What the hell is happening? “Maybe we’re dreaming?” “Isn’t that cliche?” “Then we’re hallucinating!” “More cliche!” “Well, you think of something!” We were both silent.

This passage used smell twice lol

Sound - from The Secret Portal Part One

“I was wondering when you were coming back to bed.” “No time soon,” William told his wife. “What are you doing up?” Atsila paused before saying, “I could ask you the same thing.” “You know I have to work,” said William. “You don’t miss me, do you?” Atsila laughed on the other end. “Not at all. I just want an estimate so you didn’t catch me doing anything embarrassing.” William chuckled. “Now, don’t joke like that.” “Who said I was joking?” William sighed, not understanding his wife’s sense of humor. “I’ll work another hour, and then I’ll come to bed.” “Let me know when.” “Will do.” “I love you.” “Love you, too.” Atsila hung up and William turned back to the bubbling chemicals. He jumped in his seat. “No way….” He grabbed the flask and examined it closer. Suddenly giddy, he turned to the snakefly behind him. Gingerly, he tilted the flask and allowed a drop of the chemical to drop on the insect’s wings. William opened the tablet and began recording. The snakefly’s wings continued to rapidly beat together, then slowed as if stuck in treacle. It froze midair, dropping to the ground by the forces of gravity. William let out a sound that would have caused him to flush if anyone was around to witness as he abruptly shot out of his seat. He cleared his throat, though still vibrating from excitement, then called his wife on the comm. “Atsila! Atsila! I did it!” “What is it, Will? You coming early? Do I have to clean up all this mess in five minutes?” she joked in response to his jubilant celebration. “I’m not coming to bed, hon. I’m sorry.” “What—” “I’ve reached a breakthrough.” “Good to kn—” William turned off the comm and continued his work.

Smell - from The Secret Portal Part Two (Ash POV)

Hannah closed the door behind us as I slowly sat on my bed. “I don’t remember pushing Amanda.” “You did,” said Hannah. “Just psychically. So, I told the truth. I think you were overwhelmed by being in that corner go. Just decompress here, kay? You have your phone?” I looked at where I’d tossed it on the bed earlier and nodded. “Text me when you’re ready to come out.” She shut the door behind her. I sat on my bed for a while, not moving. Trying to process everything. I felt a familiar tug from under the bed. I hadn’t gotten the telepathic devices out since my birthday. But I felt them every night. I remembered how they helped me wake everyone up. Maybe they could help me better control my powers. Or at least, make me feel better after the meltdown. I slipped off the bed onto the floor. I crawled underneath the bed and pulled out the puzzle box I’d put the devices in. I opened the box up. There they were. Coin-shaped. Small. Black but glowing a light purple. I placed them on my temples and gasped as a shudder raced through me. The room seemed to swell. Light up. Like I could taste every molecule. I could see everything… I could see their thoughts. Feel them from outside. Smell them, almost. I felt a small pressure on my brain. Spinning. The feeling of being on a rollercoaster. Falling… falling… until everything suddenly was still and quiet.

And this one had taste!

Taste - from The Secret Portal Part One (Maddie POV)

My tongue scraped my braces as I willed Noelle to stir. I caught a glimpse of Kelsey holding her neck, likely in pain from the ticking that had been aggravated. Still scratching my tongue, squeezing Wilfredo with my right hand, I placed the other one on Kelsey’s shoulder and squeezed it. She put her free hand on mine. Eventually, though, Noelle groaned and opened her eyes. We all let out an audible sigh. “What happened?” she muttered. “You hit your head when you came out of the portal,” Gwen explained softly, still applying pressure to the wound but putting her hand on Noelle’s forearm. “You may have a concussion. Can you stand?” “I don’t wanna try,” Noelle groaned. “I’m not getting reception,” Rose said, looking down at her phone. “We need to find civilization,” Gwen pointed out, eyes fixed on Noelle. “She needs a legit doctor, and that wound could get infected.” “How?” Rose asked, rubbing her nose. “Guys!” Kelsey said from a standing position. She pointed off to her left. We all turned to see that we weren’t too deep into the forest, as a neighborhood peeked through the trees. “Is it safe to move her?” Rose asked, standing. Gwen shrugged. “Not sure. Besides, no offense, I don’t think we can support her.” “None taken,” Noelle muttered. “Maybe y’all three could go off and see who you can find that could get her help. I’ll stay here.” I was surprised at how well Gwen composed herself in this situation, whereas I was so nervous, I’d run my tongue over my braces so many times that the strong taste of my own blood began to fill my mouth.

People love giving me prompts with taste. I feel like I've exhausted them lol.

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[mythicalartistx]

KH2 Kairi is actually decent

I wish they do more with Kairi. For the little she's in, she seems like a cool character. I really appreciated and liked her in KH2. That's when I felt she had the most part in things.

I felt that she actually does things herself and takes part in the ending battle.

When Sora was surrounded by Heartless and it's way too much, Kairi jumps down and starts fighting with him with her keyblade.

When she was being chased by Axel for leverage, (that way Sora would go to her and Axel would perhaps turn Sora into a heartless, so he could see Roxas) Kairi gave him a chase for awhile.

She managed to outrun him for awhile and even went into a dark portal to get away. Axel himself remarked that not many would do that. Of course she did get caught but still I feel like that's pretty good.

Then she was trying to escape on her own too when she found Riku. That's when he gave her a keyblade to use.

Before Sora realized who Riku was, Riku was acting shy and didn't want to see him while looking like Ansem (SOD) along with the fact he kinda caused bad things to happen.

Riku wanted to leave and he kept pretending he was just a figure from the darkness. This is the moment where Kairi grabs Riku's arm and is like Riku don't go. There she is like, why is he acting like this, being shy and embarrassed.

She probably is thinking, why is he acting like this, we're all finally together again. Sora is surprised, but she pulls them together so everyone could realize it's their friend.

In the manga, she mentions this:

"Geez, when's you get to be like this?"

She obviously didn't know what happened to him or that Sora had his memories reformed and everyone almost forgot him and Riku had to deal with saving him and hurting Roxas (Riku is shown to feel compassion and remorse towards nobodies), along with the fact on the darkness he used and what he caused in the first game.

However, she gets him to stay and she tells Sora who he is. I felt like that was really big for her to try to reconnect her friends again.

That's the only time I'd probably say I like that she was able to connect all of their friendships again.

Honestly, I feel like she should try to be her own person outside her friends too because while the three of them are all friends, she ends up being pushed aside a lot. There she wasn't.

She was able to fight and defend Riku's back. Kairi was able to hold her own ground. But after KH2, it's not the same especially in KH3 which is her next role (DDD ending doesn't count nor does BBS)

KH3

In KH3, she could have come in the game much sooner. I feel like the training part was kind of something she shouldn't have done. I mean yeah she needs training, but couldn't they have her do that when Riku and Sora were in Dream Worlds?

Why couldn't they decide to train her then? Is it because the stakes were high when they realized Xehanort had gathered a new organization for his vessels?

I feel like they could have gotten her a lot sooner. Maybe even not train as long in the game? Remember at the end of DDD Sora goes to see the dream eaters and is there for a while, maybe during that time she could have and once Sora is done with seeing Hercules, Kairi could have helped Ienzo and the others with reviving Namine.

She could have helped some other way like how Riku and Mickey was searching for Aqua.

Sora was traveling to get stronger and gain the ability of waking.

Ienzo and the ex organization members were studying things to help Roxas and figure out what the enemy is trying to plan.

Kairi could have helped them or even helped with Namine return instead.

But she just gets pushed to the side. While her conversation with Lea is fine and shows that he is sorry for what he has done and sees Xion in her, that could have been in that beginning and only then. Why does she have to train for that long?

I feel like actually going to worlds and helping is better.

Then in the battle at the end she is absolutely kind of useless. Like she isn't holding up as much in KH2, of course there will be stronger people but I don't know... I feel like she could have kept going and trying. Then she gets taken by Xemnas, until Xehanort destroys her.

Thus she becomes a damsel in distress and a plot device again. Sora saves her and then he is launched off to the Quadratum.

And her being a plot device is one of the exact reasons I think she should be her own person outside of her friends, Riku and Sora.

She could do so much more as a character without them because the story is about Sora and Riku among other things. They are the main focus, they are in every game (besides mobiles since those are in the past) and are even focused more on in birth by sleep— a game where they aren't the main characters. They have greater screen time than her. It's still little, but it's more.

Hopefully since in MoM she is going to train under Aqua, it will show some interesting development of a character for her.

She's only in the main numbered games really, and it seems she might not be in the next installment. However, I really hope we get more on her or more of a story relating to her. Because her backstory has potential, her character has potential. It's just not used enough.

Even in parts of the novel and manga that I've seen, she seems almost better there. It's probably because she's not the focus.

But hopefully in the future she will be more

#Kingdom Hearts #kairi #sora #riku #kairi kingdom hearts #kh kairi #kh3 #kh2 #dream drop distance #melody of memory #kh discussion #discussion #axel kh #axel #kingdom hearts manga #kingdom hearts novel #she has so much potential #but what for #she could be so interesting #maybe they will develop her outside of her friends and then she'll be more interesting

[nepeta-cataria-21]

I had a dream a few days ago and I needed to write it down. I polished it a bit so it would make more sense, but the main idea came to me in a dream.

It was about a girl named Beatrice who was sold by her father to a wealthy old man who only wanted her for her beauty. So she started to despise her father for selling her to a stranger. On the day of the wedding, Beatrice couldn't take it anymore and ran away from the chapel into the forest next to it. There, she found a portal to another world. Since she was being chased, she entered the portal, but this other world was Hell itself!

When Beatrice realized where she really was, she started to panic, trying to find a way to get out of there. The first demon she met there was a demon in full golden armor. He told her she didn't belong there and explained what she needed to do to get out of Hell. This demon, named Connor, told Beatrice that she needed to reach the inner circle of Hell and ask the Demon Queen to get her out of there. But for that, she needed to cross each ring, where she would meet each demon lord of each ring and complete a task for them. This would allow her to cross their rings without getting harmed.

Since Beatrice was an innocent human, Connor offered to escort her to the entrance of each circle. However, he couldn't help her with each task, so he just waited with each demon lord until she completed the task. During their journey, they started to get to know each other. He was surprisingly kind for a demon, and he found her quite interesting for a simple human, starting to fall in love with each other.

While Beatrice was going through each ring, we see  that a minor demon named "Gargantua" wanted to overthrow the Demon Queen. He was raising an army of lesser demons to attack the inner circle of Hell, where the royal family resided. But to do that, he needed to weaken the royal family first.

Returning to our runaway bride, Beatrice was near the final circle when her companion Connor started to feel ill. He fell to his knees and turned into stone. She didn't understand what had just happened and cried for him. Afterward, she entered to the castle of the current ring, where the demon lord gave her a task to complete, but, instead of asking for their protection to cross their ring, she asked if they could bring someone back from death. She explained what had happened to Connor and the demon lord smiled and said they could cure her friend instead of giving her their protection. She agreed and proceeded to fulfill the task. After finishing the task, she returned with the demon lord, who already had Connor's statue with them; then, the demon lord cast a spell that cured Connor. But before Beatrice could say anything to Connor, the demon lord threw her off their castle to the lands where demons roamed. Without their protection, she would be eaten by the demons.

Alone on her own, she ran as fast as she could through this ring. She was noticed by a group of grotesque demons that started to chase her. She ran through a wicked forest, where her dress got stuck and she fell. The group of demons was about to jump on her when a golden flash appeared and slayed all the demons. She couldn't see him well, but she knew it was Connor before fainting.

Then Beatrice woke up in the castle of the last demon lord. She was wrapped in some curtains on a fancy sofa. She could hear two people arguing in the other room, so she went there. She could only see the demon lord being questioned by Connor, who was in the other part of the room where she couldn't see. Connor asked if they knew who had cast the spell on him. The demon lord looked frightened by Connor's tone and presence and quickly answered that the spell looked like it was made using a huge amount of human souls, which means it was a lesser demon, that was all they could know. Connor approached the demon lord and grabbed them by the throat to threaten them, Beatrice caught a glimpse of Connor's face without his helmet for the first time and let out a gasp of surprise. Instantly, his gaze fell on her, and she got scared. She ran to the other room but was stopped by Connor, who had already put his helmet on. He started to apologize for what she saw. To his surprise, she just hugged him and started to say that she was glad he was fine now, that she was scared he had left her alone and that she ran because she was just surprised by his face, that was all. He didn't know what to do with that and got nervous, so he just let her cry while he hugged her back.

After this, they kept going through the last ring without trouble until they reached the inner circle. There, they saw a huge riot of lesser demons attacking the royal castle. Connor asked Beatrice to stay at the entrance to the inner circle because she still had the protection of the last ring demon lord. He then cast a pair of wings and flew directly to the castle, slaying as many demons as he could in the middle. Beatrice was scared by the view of the battle, fearing losing Connor again. But then the last ring demon lord appeared next to her and told her that if she gave them something in exchange, they could extend their protection to the inner circle so she could get there. She offered a bit of her blood, and the demon lord accepted, biting her on the neck. Afterward, the demon lord extended their protection and "lent" her a sword and a helmet, since humans were so fragile, maybe she would need more protection.

So Beatrice ran into the battlefield, trying to avoid as many demons as she could. At least they weren't paying much attention to a human like her, so they kept focused on just trying to get into the castle. When she was near the castle walls, she saw Connor's golden armor in the sky, descending to attack a pack of demons. She screamed his name, and he changed his direction towards her, killing the demons near her. He asked her why she was there, and she answered that she didn't want to lose him again, he chuckled at her and said that would be impossible. Then he took her in his arms, flew with her, and got her inside the royal castle to the throne room, where the beautiful Demon Queen was talking with her commanders about the battle.

The Demon Queen gave them a side-eye look before giving her last commands to her commanders and demanding to be left alone with her golden knight. She approached them, quickly glanced at Beatrice and asked Connor if this was really his choice for a bride. She never expected a human to be her daughter-in-law, and he would need to talk with his father first. Connor answered her by taking off his helmet telling her everything he knew about the battle, while Beatrice was confused by their conversation, realizing how both demons looked so much alike. She connected the dots.

The Demon Queen revealed that this lesser demon named Gargantua had started the riot, claiming that he had killed Connor. At first, the Demon Queen didn't believe it, but when she couldn't get in contact with Connor, she thought the worst. So, she started to defend the castle with the help of her commanders. Since she was alone in the castle and didn’t have the strength or magical power that Connor has, she was vulnerable to an attack like this.

But when Connor explained to the Demon Queen that thanks to Beatrice's request to save him instead of seeking the demon lord's protection, she had actually saved him, the Demon Queen took Beatrice's hands in hers and expressed her sincere gratitude for saving her beloved son. She decided to give them her blessing for their marriage. Before Beatrice could say anything, the Demon Queen demanded her son to finish the situation quickly to start preparing for the wedding. She needed to cast his father as soon as possible for the event.

Then, Connor approached Beatrice, apologized for his mother's attitude, and assured her that she didn't have to worry about the misunderstanding, they could deal with it later. He put his helmet back on, asked his mother to take care of his "bride" and then flew to the battlefield to finish the battle with his magical powers.

After the battle was finished, Connor reunited with his mother and Beatrice and explained the misunderstanding to his mother, who felt disappointed but understood Beatrice's situation. In exchange for saving her son, the Demon Queen offered Beatrice a good amount of money so that she wouldn't have to marry anyone she didn't want in the human world. Beatrice hesitated to accept this gift, so she asked Connor if they could speak alone, to which he agreed, and the Queen left them alone.

Then Beatrice started to explain her past, how she never wanted money and never needed it; but her father was a greedy man who saw the opportunity to make a good amount of money by selling his only daughter to a wicked old man. She explained that she didn't have a place to return to in the human realm, and if she went back, she would feel lonely without him by her side. Connor said that he felt strange around her, that nobody had made him feel like this before. This strange feeling was a ticklish, warm feeling that he enjoyed so much and when she hugged him, the feeling exploded in his veins, and he didn't know what to do with it. So Beatrice smiled, hugged him, and gently grabbed his face to give him a kiss. He reciprocated the kiss and tightened the hug with his arms.

After cleaning up the castle, getting a new dress for the lovely bride, and summoning the father of the groom, the wedding began. Both Beatrice and Connor received the blessing of the King of Hell, symbolized by tattoos on their wrists. They smiled at each other and sealed the ceremony with a kiss.

The end!

Thanks for reading the whole idea! It was such a nice dream for me that I wanted to remember it. I had to fill in some gaps I couldn't remember, but it was fun to write it! Thanks again for reading! I'll be adding some sketches of the characters I'm working on right now, but that will come later.

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