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melonteee · 9 months

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I'm really enjoying the live-action show. It's different, but I think some changes are improvements, some changes are neutral, and some changes are for the worse. Overall, I'd say it's about as good of an adaptation as the East Blue anime is (factoring in the changes the anime made).

Syrup Village is a great example, they cut Jango (though you do see his Bounty poster, so he still exists in canon), but they also made Kaya's illness be the result of Butchie poisoning her and part of Kuro's plan. Luffy drinks the poison soup and that replaces the scene of him unconscious from hypnosis. Zoro has to climb out of a well, and that replaces him climbing up an oil-covered hill and also sets up for Mihawk saying he's a frog in a well. They also change the setting for the battle from a beach to inside the mansion, introducing a horror theme to the story which rachets up the tension a lot more. Sham is also gender-bent and super cute.

And it's not wrong to say the showrunners understand and love the characters and the world. All of the bottles of alcohol are brands in One Piece, the barrel Luffy gets into has the name of the fishmonger from his village, Garp mentions that he's turned down multiple promotions, Nami reads Noland the Liar to Zoro while he's unconscious after his fight with Mihawk, Arlong introduces Fishman discrimination.

I think it's best experienced from the perspective of "it's going to be different, and that's okay". The characters are written a little differently, but not in a bad way. They still feel like the characters at their core, Inaki's Luffy and Taz's Sanji are two stand-outs, they're fantastic.

I understand if it's just not for you, and you did watch one episode, so I can't say you didn't give it a chance at all. I just feel like you and the others are being too harsh on it. It's way better than any other live-action anime adaptation I've ever seen.

I appreciate this anon and I do think the poison change works, but there's certainly a 1 good thing for 9 bad things ratio going on. Because in all fairness, I am going to be extremely critical of a 20 year old series that's making an adaptation with a 17 million dollar budget per episode - especially from Netflix. If I'm being approached by friends who were actually excited for this series and they came out of it disappointed, somehow I don't think I'm gonna have a good time myself. I'm watching One Piece for One Piece, I don't think I should go into an adaptation thinking this is gonna be different in STORY and CHARACTER. I can accept changes for medium, of course, but there are so many absolutely bizarre changes that literally do nothing. You don't go from the manga to the anime and think "Well if I just disconnect these characters from their original selves, I can soak this in fine" because in all honesty, that probably means it's a bad adaptation if you need to work to see what you want to see.

Also the 'frog in the well' thing is exactly my point of this script just slamming you in the face with what it's trying to do, we are not meant to take that literally. The well is the east blue that Zoro lives in, not a literal well lmao. It's a nice cheeky idea to have, but the goofiness of Zoro's character is removed from the scene where he's trying to run up a greased hill like an idiot. Because yes, even THAT scene served a purpose for Zoro's character and how we view him. It's definitely subjective to say the characters are written differently but not in a bad way, because ripping away parts of a character to leave them as this Frankenstein version of themselves is personally not something I want? Why would I WANT all the goofiness and stupidness taken out of Zoro? It might be good for some, but it just feels like a total downgrade and misunderstanding of his character to me. Same goes for Sanji just being this artsy guy who's complaining cause he can't make the dishes he wants, with his over dramatic, angry, violent flare completely gone. Those changes being good or bad are completely up to you, but I am personally just made to see a hollowed out, dumbed down version of them because I liked these characters as I originally met them and that's what made them stand out.

I appreciate the time they put into the sets, I do think the visual world was made well (although it could've used a bit more style), but the little physical details mean absolutely nothing if I can't even FEEL the magic the original gave me. A set does not make a series, 1000 strawhats will not make me see Luffy unless he is written to be Luffy, and that's the problem. I don't want to watch an adaptation that removes the most emotional and impactful moments of my favourite character just to replace it with a fight or to focus on ANOTHER character they've deemed more important. I am going to be critical because these characters mean a lot to me, and I am expecting to feel from an adaptation what I felt from the original with such characters. An adaptation does not mean making things different just for differences sake. I am glad you enjoyed it anon, as many people have, but if I'm watching something that's literally called One Piece and have been told this is an adaptation of One Piece - with the producers even saying they want to put the manga on the screen, mind you - I am going to go in there expecting One Piece, from the characters to the story. I shouldn't have to do the work in my own head and go "Well, they did their best!", especially at a million dollar Netflix production...sigh

#ask #sorry that was long winded and I am not trying to be mean here but we gotta remember this was not a fun arthouse project made by fandom #this a corporate made project looked over by netflix. we are allowed to be critical about it and want better of it

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iam93percentstardust · 2 years

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an omegaverse idea inspired by the aristocats: in paris in the early 1900s, omegas have next to no rights, and so when his alpha unexpectedly dies, wealthy omega tony and his three kids are sent to live with edwin jarvis, the alpha left in charge of his late parents' estate. jarvis is as decent as an alpha can be, encouraging the kids, peter, harley, and morgan, in their chosen pursuits and allowing (though both tony and jarvis hate that term) tony to continue inventing new products for stark industries, and tony is as happy as an omega can be (happier, at least, than he had been with his alpha, who had wanted him to be the perfect society omega).

jarvis has a second ward in beta ezekiel stane, the son of howard stark's also deceased partner, obadiah. stane is the sort of beta who fancies himself an alpha in all but name, and when he overhears that jarvis, who is getting on in years, has found a loophole in the law to leave the entire stark fortune to tony instead of giving it to ezekiel for him to use to take care of tony and the children (read: gamble it away the same way ezekiel gambled his own fortune), he's furious. so what does any beta in desperate need and desire of a fortune belonging to someone else do? he plans to get rid of tony and the kids.

he drugs the family's meals one night and kidnaps the four starks, intending on killing them far enough away from town that it's unlikely the bodies, if ever found, will be recognized as the missing starks. except - he loses his nerve halfway through the drive. he's grown up pampered, and the thought of actually getting his hands dirty disgusts him. so, figuring that tony is a sheltered, unmated omega who will either have no idea how to get back to paris or be unable to find anyone willing to help him and not just mate him, he abandons the starks on the side of the road and returns to paris to feign surprise when jarvis wakes up the next morning to find tony and the children gone.

as for tony, he wakes the next morning in an unfamiliar setting with a frog perched on top of his head. he yells loud enough to startle the kids awake (and scare the frog off of his head), and then they sit down to try to figure out what happened to them. harley remembers seeing ezekiel when they were being carried out of the mansion, but tony, despite knowing that ezekiel has been jealous of their fortune, finds it impossible to believe that he, of all people, would have been capable of this plot.

ezekiel had been right in thinking that tony would need to be concerned about alphas taking advantage of him, and he knows that, but he's far smarter than ezekiel gave him credit for, and he's more than capable of figuring out a route back. while they're trying to figure out how to return to paris, drifter and alpha steve rogers stumbles upon them. tony tells the children to hide and not to watch if anything should happen to him, but steve is both goodhearted and instantly smitten with the omega. as soon as he finds out that tony's in trouble, he offers his help, and that doesn't change even after he finds out that tony has three kids along for the ride.

tony's smart. he knows that he's asking for trouble if he turns steve down. and steve is... nice. he makes tony blush, and tony can't remember the last time he actually felt butterflies in his stomach at attention from an alpha. besides, there are worse ideas than using an alpha as a cover. it'll be a few days walk back to paris; tony would feel safer having an alpha by his side who seems uninterested in just tumbling him into the bushes by the side of the road.

...and if things go poorly, well, stark industries has an entire line dedicated to discreet weapons for omegas. he can defend himself.

(things won't go poorly though; steve is too smitten to even consider messing things up with this omega (and equally too aware that there's no future for a drifter and a society omega))

(not that that's going to stop him from sweeping tony off his feet anyway)

#alle writes #stevetony #omegaverse

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gibbearish · 3 months

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Hey, just wanted to say thank you so much for making that post calling all that stuff out. Maybe it's me blowing smoke out of my ass, but it feels like the posts that try to pin blame on transmascs for this don't seem to understand that the ban shit going on right now's not just been going on for a long while, but has basically been affecting everyone. Transfems like me might be getting hit the most noticeably at the minute, but from what I've been hearing this site's had a rep for screwing everyone who isn't "normal" over.

Maybe folks try to pin the blame on others because its easier to send anger towards people who can be bullied compared to a CEO who... apparently can also be bullied but can also just leave and ignore it all whenever the fuck he wants.

Again, thanks for calling that shit out. Hope your day goes good.

aaaa thank you /w\ + i think it might be less about who it's easier to attack (although that 100% is part of it) and more about like. taking advantage of mass anger / mob mentality by redirecting them to their personal target if that makes sense? like. not saying these are equal at all but just using it as a metaphor, from what I've heard neo nazi groups have stepped up recruiting during the i/p situation because when everyone is already mad at Israel The Country/Government, it's easier to push them towards being mad at Jewish people in general if it's something they were on the fence about / had biases about that just had never gotten a chance to be expressed before. i would argue this is similar, although obviously with VERY difference circumstances.

or for a more directly related metaphor, TERFs tend to step up their recruitment after some trans woman does a crime, because they can push people from "this person is bad and also happens to be a trans woman" to "this person is bad BECAUSE she's a trans woman," and then from there to "and trans women are bad because they are men".

basically hate groups will use big events to slide watered down versions of their ideologies into mainstream discourse to try and lure in people who either a) already agree with them but hadn't found the community yet, b) are generally progressive but have biases they're not aware of that can be used to boil the frog into outright hate, or c) genuinely do not agree but just didn't know the warning signs and will bail as soon as they figure it out, but will still spread things in the meantime as well as absorb at least /some/ of the ideology. people have worse judgement when they're mad, mobs trample people they don't actually want to hurt. righteous anger and vigilante justice feel good, so hate groups slide a group juuust close enough to who you were mad at before into your sights to keep that anger flowing once the actual target is gone.

although i guess now that i think about it, this is less "part one thing part the other" and more. your thing is the why and my thing is the how? i dunno. either way i hope your day goes good too:3

#origibberish

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mamamittens · 9 months

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Well, I've made minimal progress drawing my weird little alien alter (the face and appendages keep fucking with me, ngl, I really don't draw animals often lol) but I've had fun mentally plotting out a little story to entertain myself at work.

I thought it'd be fun to explore identity, disassociation, and relationships through this funky little dude. Mostly cause several of my earliest OCs are low-key excuses to explore myself cause I'm not very socially aware. I won't say stupid but like, it took 20+ years to even consider that I've never had any real attraction towards someone before in my life.

It's the tism

Anyway! So I was playing around with the concept of what would happen to your sense of self if you were stripped of your previous physical form and given a new one totally alien that didn't change with time. There's no aging. You can't grow into this body. Bond with others over the unique difficulties time gives you as you age.

Any friends you make, it's a real possibility now that they won't be there for anywhere near as long as you are. This clashes with the curse idea I started with but only if I dedicate to naming what it even is to start with. Whatever it is, it definitely isn't working like it was intended to.

And so, to do this for OP, I needed to start sometime before the main story to let this existential horror really sink in. And because I liked the idea of the timing, I figured the island Roger and Whitebeard fight would be a fun meeting point.

First idea was that they (cursed OC) go there recently-ish. Enough to know the island but not establish any super dedicated base. This goes into shenanigans where they steal a weapon to reach their only remaining human clothing item from a branch that it caught on when they fell into the verse. Naturally talking to the blade and promising to leave fruit as an apology for taking it. Maybe with an audience of a very amused owner.

The second idea is that they've been there for a very long time. The WBP and Roger pirates fight taking place just around the time their only human companion has passed, leaving them bereaved and alone. Extra sad points here. Maybe they lived together for several decades in a cabin and now it's so empty the prospect of leaving it behind feels as necessary as it is upsetting.

The third is even worse, the fight taking place several years after their friend's passing and with the lack of human company they've sort of devolved into something closer to an animal than a person. So much so that they have trouble talking for a while after suddenly being prompted to speak up. Initial idea is that Buggy is eaten by a giant frog and is saved but they tell him "wash. No hurt, wash" when they mean to say "you need to wash off the stomach acid or get 3rd degree burns in under an hour". Eventually leading the two captains to the abandoned house for tea but finding all the supplies for it having gone bad for some time.

Naturally, regardless of which one I go with, the custody battle is epic. Though I'm leaning with the third, ngl

Kiwi (their name for now, it's just my baby nickname lol) either goes with the WBP or Roger. If it's Roger the split goes badly and Kiwi ends up half feral again having been aggressively on the run to draw attention away from Shanks and Buggy. It's a few years before they're found again.

I'm leaning on the size thing being connected with state of mind. Like, vulnerable and afraid is the smol bean version. Feral is either the middle 'grown' version or full space dragon depending on how bad it is. Wholly aware and in control is usually smol bean but when talking to people 'on their level' or super comfortable, it's the grown version. So this fighting ring is a very feral, growly grown version with cat pupils.

I had a really horrible and sweet idea that Kiwi ends up in a fighting ring and nearly guts the newly appointed commander Thatch (like I could resist, who do you think I am???) Before noticing his jolly Roger tattoo.

"...friend?" And feels really bad about injuring him. He's confused but rolls with it, busting them out and is delighted to discover that Kiwi is in fact, an old friend of his captain. The rehabilitation is easier this time cause it hasn't been quite so long since Kiwi talked to people and didn't just exist in a fugue state.

Kiwi keeps more animalistic traits such as climbing people, chirping, purring, grooming, and expressive ears/tail body language. Maybe some face rubbing. You know. Like a cat lol

Not sure how human form comes about. But it'd be funny if they admit they miss certain aspects regardless of form. Like having four arms and finding clothes that fit without messing up thick fur.

#back on my bullshit #my weird alien avatar oc thing #gender and identity are weird #and sometimes you need to be ambigiously cursed to sort out your feelings about being gender ambivalent #my vibes are chaos and fear

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sweetpea-sprite · 2 years

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CRAWLS IN. i dont know if youre still active (i think you are) but i have been alone in ni no kuni 1 hell so. like. if you wanna answer this. do you have any particular opinions on the guardians of mornstar's stones?? ik theyre niche as HELL characters so forgive me for asking but i think a lot about like. the fact that the power of the stones likely drove them all insane, which was what led to aapep tearing apart prince ali's kingdom and getting killed.... AND EVERYTHING WITH CROSSBONES AND HIS CREW....... they give me thoughts. anyways sorry to bother you with my rambling its just been very lonely in my brain

anon look at me. yes i'm still active and PLEASE ask me about niche as hell things in ni no kuni. i fucking LOVE talking about niche as hell things in ni no kuni. welcome

anyway yeah i have a LOT of thoughts on the guardians of the stones actually did you know they were framed for the wizard king's murder? and that's why they left nazcaa? because everyone thought they killed their best friend? and they were like SHIT. WE GOTTA PROTECT THE STONES and left. but then it was 10000 years until anyone actually looked for them. so the power both drove them all a little crazy and made the two who weren't immortal, immortal

and then at the end of it crossbones is the only one who actually knows peace. you could argue for cerboreas but like he doesn't seem very at peace with the whole situation to me. aapep... aapep makes me so sad. to understand why you have to know the difference between an animal and a creature.

the wizard king specifically chose these three guardians to be representative of humans, animals, and creatures, crossbones as the human, cerb as the animal, aapep as the creature. the big differences between creatures and animals is that you can tame creatures to become your familiars, and that they're born from life force. dragons are animals. ulk are creatures. who fucking knows what fairies are

the other big thing about creatures though. is that they can't die. drippy tells us that when you "kill" a creature, you're just. sending it somewhere. hence the poof when you do that. and then they're reborn a while later. this piece of dialogue is kind of framed in a way where you could argue that drippy is just saying it to make oliver feel better but the thing is we SEE IT HAPPEN. with aapep.

prince ali kills aapep by attacking him from the inside as a frog. he defeats him. he's gone. and then he COMES BACK. and then oliver defeats him. and this is going to happen over and over again. he doesn't have the stone anymore, so he might not attack anyone once he comes back - but isn't that WORSE? cerboreas and crossbones still have their memories from when they were corrupted, right? he's going to come back to live in the kingdom HE DESTROYED. AND HE CAN'T EVEN DIE!!!!!!!!!!! fucked up

anyway i think aapep and cassiopeia would be friends. also cerboreas if the immortality doesn't wear off for him

#ask

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beels-burger-babe · 3 years

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Meetings of Greed and Envy - Deaf!MC AU

***Why did this take so much longer to write than it should've? Anyway, I finally wrote it, so here it is! Another addition to the Deaf!MC / Devildom in Silence AU! Thanks again to everyone for your support and love ❤ Also, pardon the super unoriginal title - B*** Summary: At the end of a very long first day in the Devildom with Satan, MC wanders off to the kitchen to get a snack...only to run into one Avatar of Greed who hasn't quite been brought up to speed on everything yet. Throw in an angry Leviathan and this day just could not get any worse.

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All things considered, your first day in the Devildom could've gone a lot worse.

You could've been eaten by the three-headed beast of a dog you caught a glimpse of through one of the many arched windows. You could've been killed by one of the many many all-powerful beings that constantly surrounded you. You could've been turned into a frog or some other bullshit that you had previously considered impossible yesterday, but considering you're standing in literal Hell today seems much more plausible.

However none of that happened, and for that you were reluctantly grateful.

What the day consisted of instead was a surprisingly educational tour of the House of Lamentation with Satan, where the blond explained the purpose of every room and threw in the occasional tidbit of history.

Lucifer followed the two of you around for the hour or so with a scowl and his eyebrow deeply furrowed as he glared at Satan's signing hands. Eventually, he seemed to realize that regardless of his supervision, he had no way of moderating what Satan was saying and left.

This was when the tour really got interesting. Satan pointed out a dozen hiding places that he deemed were "Lucifer-Safe" and shared several legendary tales of pranks that he had performed on the eldest brother. The two of you eventually settled in the library where you discovered your mutual love for literature. The discussions that discovery had caused had easily filled the remainder of your day.

Maybe it was the lack of language barrier, but you found yourself a little less tense around Satan as the tour went on. You were by no means comfortable, but the jabs at Lucifer and the mischievous air that the demon carried helped you feel more relaxed around him.

And if the side glances that Satan kept throwing at you whenever you added on an observation of the room or laughed at his jokes were anything to go by, then maybe he didn't mind you too much either.

You stretched at the table you and Satan had been reading at and knocked on the wood to get his attention before you began to sign. "I'm going to go to the kitchen and get some water. Did you want anything?"

Though it was hardly noticeable, a brief glimmer of shock flickered through Satan's eyes before he offered you a charming smile. "I'm alright, though I should come with you. You'll probably get lost."

You scoffed and waved off his words as you stood up. "I'm deaf, not stupid. You did a very good job showing me around earlier. I'll be fine."

Satan looked at you for a moment, his eyes ever-so-slightly squinted, before he shrugged and turned back to his book. "If you say so. Consider this a test of sorts. Do your best to avoid my brothers. They're nuisances with no self-control."

You raised an eyebrow at him, "And in comparison to them you're supposedly not?"

Satan smiled sharply at the comment. His acid green eyes flaring with repressed power and strength as they held your gaze. "If I, the Avatar of Wrath, had no self-control, you wouldn't be standing after a comment like that. But alas, I am not like my brothers. Watch yourself, MC."

You tensed at the not-so-subtle threat in his words and eyed the demon cautiously as he gestured for you to leave. Maybe there was some validity to Lucifer's warning about Satan after all. You swallowed down the fear that was creeping its way up your spine and left for the kitchen.

***

Mammon blinked at the sight before him.

A stranger. A weak, non-magical, human stranger, by the looks of things, was climbing the cupboards of the kitchen trying to reach the glasses on the top shelf, completely oblivious to the world around them.

How the hell a human even managed to get into the Devildom, let along the House of Lamentation was beyon-

Oh. Right.

The exchange program. They'd all agreed to have some mortal brat live with them for a year to appease Diavolo's current quest for world peace or whatever.

If his memory served him right, Mammon was pretty sure Lucifer had mentioned something about him being the one in charge of you. Which, considering he wasn't even aware that you had arrived, he was doing a pretty bad job at the task thus far.

Mammon weighed the pros and cons.

He could leave now, pretend he never saw anything, and go to his room enjoying what little time he had to himself left until Lucifer forced him into babysitter duty. Or, he could avoid Lucifer's wrath of the human being neglected, get this all over with, and possibly gain a person to do whatever he says in the process.

His decision was made for him as you finally grabbed a glass from the cupboard before sidestepping across the counters to where the snacks were stored and pulled out a pack of his Hell-Sauce noodles.

"Oi! Human! What do you think you're doing?" Mammon demanded as he walked towards you from behind.

To Mammon, it appeared as though you were completely ignoring him as you continued to browse through your snack options. In reality, you just hadn't heard a word he said, nor had you spotted him yet.

Mammon growled in frustration. "Oi!!! I'm talking to you!" He slammed his hand on the counter beside your feet.

You yelped very loudly as you tried to scramble away from the sudden vibrations and then screamed as you finally spotted Mammon. In your state of shock, your balance stood no chance the stash of snacks in your arms went flying in the air and you went slipped off of the cupboards.

Mammon cursed under his breath as he quickly moved to catch you.

You both stared at each other with wide eyes and red cheeks before Mammon came to his senses and promptly dropped you. "What do ya think ya doin'? Stupid human," he grumbled as he looked around at the snacks scattered across the kitchen. "Bad enough that ya didn't come to me when ya got here. If you got hurt, Lucifer would be after my head ya know! So now you owe me.

Mammon paused from where he had been gathering up all the food to glance over at you. He frowned as he noticed that you weren't looking at him or paying attention to him at all, but rather texting on a D.D.D. A low growl came from him as he snatched the device from your hands. "I'm talking to you! Geeze, do they not teach manners in the human world?!"

You sat there, eyes wide in fear as you frantically shook your hands in defence. You tried to sign to him that you were deaf, but your lack of a verbal response only seemed to make him even more agitated. His eyes narrowed into slits as he glared down at you. "What? Can't even stand up for yourself against the Great Mammon?"

"Idiot. They can't hear you."

Mammon's head snapped over to see Leviathan leaning against the kitchen door with a scowl on his face. Mammon glanced between the two of you in confusion. "What do ya mean they can't hear me? How would ya even know that?"

Levi rolled his eyes and gestured to your quivering hands. "They were signing, you moron. They were trying to tell you they're deaf."

Mammon's eyes widened as clarity washed over him. He scoffed and avoided Levi's eyes as he threw your D.D.D. back at you. "Whatever. I totally knew that. I was just messing with them. Ya know?"

Levi ran a hand over his face at his brother's stupidity and raised an eyebrow at him. "I don't care. What I do care about is the money you owe me. Where is it?"

Mammon laughed awkwardly as he scratched the back of his neck. "Aww, come on Levi. Can't you wait a little longer? I said I'd give it to ya. I just need some more time."

Rather than appeasing Leviathan, like Mammon had hoped, the words only seemed to anger him further. He took a step closer to Mammon. "You've been saying that for the last 200 years!"

The white-haired demon yelped and moved so that the kitchen island was in between them. "Hey, no! It hasn't been 200 years! It's been 260! Get it right, Levi!"

As the two continued to bicker, you coward further into the corner of the kitchen. It was safe to assume that demons and heightened emotions weren't exactly the best mix, and if you wanted to get out of here unharmed, you probably should've moved while their attention was on each other rather than you.

You carefully rose to your feet, and as stealthily as possible began to tip-toe over to the door.

Unfortunately for you, that was the exact moment Mammon caught your eye. His eyes glimmered in a way that caused a shiver to run down your spine as he smirked. "You know Levi, I may not understand or appreciate any of the weird-ass Otaku shit that you do, but I'm pretty sure this one likes to collect the same stuff that you do. I bet you'd kill to have some of the stuff in their collection!"

You stiffened as Mammon's lips moved in a way that promised nothing but trouble for you. Leviathan had also tensed, but for a very different reason, as he peeked over at you from the corner of his eye.

"You know what I'm talking about..." Mammon continued, "those doll things you always buy. What do you call 'em again?"

Leviathan was practically vibrating at this point with a cautiously excited energy as his gaze flickered quickly between you and Mammon. "Figurines."

"Yeah, those!" Mammon's smile widened as he latched onto the subject, and your stomach dropped in dread.

Leviathan finally fully turned to face you, his face was practically manic with impatience and curiosity as he stared into your soul. To your surprise, he moved his hands and began to sign in the best sign language that you had seen in your time in the Devildom thus far. "So, you also collect figurines?" You didn't even get a chance to respond, before Levi eagerly moved closer to you, his hands speeding through various signs. "Which ones? Do you have any of the main characters from Battle Princess Brigade? Or Girls Only, or Diamond Dust?"

You blinked for a minute, wondering who this blue-haired nerd was and why the fuck he wasn't chosen to be your interpreter when, quite honestly, he was better at signing than even you were.

Noting that he was still waiting for a response, you hesitantly nodded your head.

Levi's face burst into a large grin as his amber eyes sparkled in excitement. "Oh no way! No way! You're so lucky! The human world sounds amazing! I'm so jealous!!!"

You were honestly going through some form of whiplash from the huge difference of attitudes between Mammon's initial irritation towards you, to Levi's fury at Mammon and now this child-like excitement that now radiated from the demon. His good mood was in no way helping ease your nerves.

Suddenly Levi froze and narrowed his eyes. "Wait a minute..." He turned around, and both of you suddenly realized that Mammon was nowhere to be seen in the room.

Levi groaned and pulled on his hair in frustration. "You've got to be kidding me! That ass, Mammon ran off!"

He whipped back around to you. "Do you realize what just happened? Mammon used you as a distraction to get away from me!" Your breath caught in your throat as the energy around Levi seemed to shift once more into something more sinister. "Or maybe I should say he used you as a sacrifice."

Oh boy, you did not like the sound of that.

You gulped and nervously gestured to the exit. "I should probably go. Exchange student duties and all. Don't wanna keep Satan waiting around too much."

You tried to make your way out of the kitchen but were stopped by a hand gripping tightly onto your wrist. Levi grinned, baring his sharp fangs as he carefully spoke, making sure that you understood every word that left his lips. "Oh no. You're coming with me."'

You could do little more than yelp as you were harshly dragged along towards the demon's den.

***

Levi harshly and quickly shoved you into his room before slamming the door behind both of you.

He turned to face you, before eyeing you in judgement.

He wasn't sure what to make of you yet. Apparently, you had some form of good taste, if you collecting figurines like Mammon said was true in the slightest, and it was nice to be able to communicate through sign language with someone else for once. But for all he knew, you were still just some normie!

You scowled at the demon yanked your hand out of his grasp. "What's your deal?!"

Levi scoffed and raised an eyebrow. "Why do you think my deal is? Isn't it obvious? Imagine what would happen if someone saw me inviting you into my room! A human who doesn't even look like an otaku, but a normie! You know what people would say, right?!"

You rolled your eyes and glanced around the room. Levi couldn't help the small swell of pride that bloomed in his chest as he noted the flicker of wonder that danced across your expression. Not many people looked at anything involving him with such a glowing reaction. It felt nice.

Still, as you caught him staring, Levi couldn't help but blush. You tilted your head, glancing down at his hands, "How are you so good at sign language?"

Levi instinctively tensed at the question. In truth, he had taught himself to sign after a few bad panic attacks had rendered him non-verbal for a day or two. It wasn't super effective, as only Satan could understand him, but it came in handy when his mood buttons weren't enough to accurately communicate what he needed.

He obviously couldn't tell you that though. It'd be stupid to tell something so personal to a pathetic normie like you.

"It came up in one of the anime's that I watch," he answered instead. You seemed to take the lie easily, nodding as you continued to take in his bedroom.

He noticed your attention pause you finally caught sight of Henry swimming happily around his tank. He stomped his foot twice to get your attention, before smiling softly as he gestured to the fish. "That's my goldfish and best friend, Henry."

Your head snapped up in excitement as he finished fingerspelling the name. A very familiar gleam of excitement shone in your eyes as you looked up at him. "Like the protagonist from the Tale of the Seven Lords?"

Levi's heart stopped in his chest as he looked at you in complete awe. With those ten words, you had unknowingly gained all of Levi's respect and affection.

***

Satan was pissed and maybe a teeny bit concerned.

You had said you were going to get a glass of water. Not a snack, not a meal, not anything else, just a glass of water. On top of that, he had given you specific instructions to avoid his brothers.

And yet here he was, nearly an hour later, marching towards Levi's rooms after interrogating a cackling Mammon because apparently even getting just a single glass of stupid fucking water was too much to let a human do alone!

He had signed up to be your interpreter because he knew it would put Lucifer on edge and would give him an abundance of opportunities to mess with the eldest brother. However, he had greatly underestimated how much trouble you would be, and it was only the first day.

Satan growled as forced the door of Levi's room open, breaking off any locks that should have prevented the action, and what does he find?!

You and Levi, fully decked out in what he recognized to be some of Leviathan's favourite TSL merch, were enthusiastically signing to one each other faster than he could even begin to comprehend with huge ass smiles on your face. For Diavolo's sake, Levi was laughing. Whatever you two were talking about, you were so engrossed in the subject, that neither of you had even noticed the fucking door get torn off of its hinges.

Satan scowled as he loudly stamped his foot, causing you both to jump as you turned to face him. The two of you cowered at the sheer amount of rage that poured off of the demon.

Deciding to ignore Leviathan for the moment, Satan fixed his gaze on you. He sneered as, instead of flinching back in fear, you held his stare and even lifted your chin in defiance. "Where have you been?" Satan demanded, "I've been waiting for you for an hour! What are you even doing in here?"

You blinked at him once, then twice, smiling brightly at him as you gestured to the tank behind you. "Hello, Satan. Do you have time for our Lord and Saviour, Henry the Second?"

Satan felt his eye twitch as Levi nearly doubled over in laughter beside you.

He took it back. This was not going to be fun. This was going to be bloody fucking terrible.

***I have decided that this MC is a geek like Levi and that those two and Satan are going to be the biggest pains in Lucifer's neck to ever exist and no one can stop me 😈 I hope you guys enjoyed this update! Thank you so much again for your love and support!*** Taglist: @raissatajra @roseytoesy @guessilldie69 @wrathandgreed @hanafubukki @caide @smolxhero @azureusmoonie @1bravehooman @thegrimgrinningghost @henry-and-the-seven-lords @satans-beloved-riv @cosmixbun @sufzku @lovelythoma @mothervictoire @obey-mes-treasure @kissed-by-a-dementor @yukihaie @justtiarra @mammoneybb @obeys-world @poly-bi-mf @armycandy10 @burrixino @arkarul

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so-were-heroes · 2 years

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Hey, any news for us? Not pressuring, just curiosity. If you are taking a break, enjoy it.

I’m still writing The Judge, but here’s a sneak peek

"Ronnie?"

"Hey, come on. It's not the end of the world."

Veronica's shaky hands dropped the single sheet of paper that pretty much ruined her entire life, letting it fall to the dirty bathroom floor where it belonged. Just like her.

"Shit, she's going down." Duke was quick to wrap her arms around Veronica's waist and hold her up while Heather McNamara helped support Veronica by holding her up by the arms. "Okay, it's alright. Come on, stand up. Okay, it's their loss, Ron. You're one of the best students in this lousy school, and you know it."

"Th-they don't think so," Veronica murmured. Harvard is a school of geniuses, they know everything- Ever since she was young, Veronica's eyes weren't set on dolls, tea parties with fake tea, or the next High School Musical movie like most girls. They were set on Harvard, one of the top prestigious schools in the country, the world, even! To be accepted into the Ivy League school is an honor, and seven-year-old Veronica wanted that honor more than anything! So, using her prodigy brain, she worked her ass off to get good grades, competed in every academic competition she could find and joined every school club that the greats were in just to be noticed by her dream school!...

But, it was all for nothing, apparently.

Duke has Veronica propped up against a wall to keep her from falling to the floor then asks McNamara when she sees her on her phone, "Who are you calling?"

"Martha."

The Heather in green blanched at the name. "What?! No, Mac, n-no. C'mon!" She tries to grab the phone, but McNamara uses her height to her advantage.

"They're friends. Martha might know how to pull her out of it," she tried, but Duke wasn't having any of it as she continued to try and grab the other girl's phone.

Seeing that there was no way she was getting McNamara's phone, Duke groaned ceased her attempts. It's not that she didn't like Martha Dunnstock. They weren't exactly friends what with how things have gone over the years- Duke became popular and climbed the social ladder, Martha hung out with the fantasy geeks and became a target for your classic high school mean girls. They haven't talked since elementary school, mainly because both were too afraid of angering Heather Chandler to make the first move and Duke hasn't exactly been polite, but there have been the occasional 'hey' when they cross paths in the hallway. That's some progress.

But ever since Cyberspace, things just became awkward again after Duke's little confession for all to hear. And what's worse is that Martha ran away from her. Now, neither has said a word to each other since, but it was better that way! The status quo can stay intact, Chandler won't go all 'Evil Red Queen' on her, and... That's about it.

"Okay," McNamara said, rousing Duke from her thoughts. "Thanks, Martha. We'll see you in a bit."

Duke arched an eyebrow. "How do you have her number?"

"Well," she started, looking a little sheepish. "A while back, I saw her nails had little painted unicorns on them, and they obviously weren't stickers or done by a professional, so I asked how she did them, we talked for a while and then just exchanged numbers... Is that okay?" She asked after her rambling.

The Asian-American student sucked in a breath and nodded. "Yeah. I mean, it's your business, so I don't care... So, what do you guys talk about?"

McNamara answered by flaunting her nails, painted white and with Tweety-Bird painted on the thumbs. "Mostly nail art, really. How to do the little designs."

Duke smiled, recalling how back in kindergarten, Martha would always paint her nails during recess. Pastel green with little frog stickers since she couldn't do designs yet. Heather liked frogs. Any animal that was green, really, because that's her color. Has been then and still is now.

"Thank God Heather didn't see you texting her," Duke tried to joke, but it came out uneasy.

"Um... Hi?" Martha's nervous voice wafted through the room. Duke and McNamara turned to her with different expressions, one nervous, one relieved. Veronica barely even looked at her, either still too upset to even move or ashamed.

When Veronica joined the Heathers, she had to let go of certain things- Her hipster fashion sense, the way she styled her hair, what clubs she was in... Even her group of friends. Being with the Heathers meant you had to have what others couldn't- The latest brands, the very expensive teeth whiteners, the hottest guys at your side. There was no time for people like Martha Dunnstock or Betty Finn. You had to do what put you above the rest of the student body like join the cheer squad and meet cute football players, join the yearbook club so you could make sure your picture looked absolutely perfect, and so much more.

... Veronica regrets forging that excuse note every day. Maybe then she and Martha would still be close and not only hang out when no one is around to see them.

The stout girl dressed in pastels approached the taller girl in blue, smiling and flashing the purple bands in her braces. "Hey, Ronnie."

She just barely looked up and murmured, "Hey."

"... You know it's their loss, right? I mean- there are still other options out there. Sure, Harvard is a great school, but so is Yale, Brown, Princeton, Duke." With some hesitance, she takes Veronica's hands into hers, not noticing the brief look of jealousy on Duke's face. "I know that school meant a lot to you. It was all you could talk about when you found about it," she giggled. "But don't let this one thing take a toll on you, Ronnie. I know you're smart and applied to other schools, right?" She nods. "Well, when they mail you your acceptance letters, shove them right in the Harvard administrators' faces."

Hearing this, Veronica burst into happy tears and pulled the shorter girl in for a hug. "Thanks, Martha."

"... I missed you."

Veronica sniffed, "I missed you, too."

Duke can't help the faint feeling of jealousy rising. McNamara has been friends with Martha for a while all because of nail art, and it looks like Veronica might be on her way to slowly becoming friends with her again... Meanwhile, she can barely say two words to her without fearing Chandler might be behind her, ready to tear into her and make it so not even Martha will want to hang out with her.

Slowly, Martha pulled away from Veronica but kept a firm grip on her shoulders. "It'll be okay... I uh, better go before Heather sees us." Giving Veronica one quick hug, she makes her way out the door without a 'goodbye' to Duke and McNamara, only making Duke feel worse about herself. Were things so bad between them that she couldn't even say 'goodbye' to her?

Sensing her distress, McNamara placed a hand on her shoulder as Veronica picked up her letter. "You okay?" She whispered, and Duke nodded, though, her expression told a different story. But, before McNamara could say anything, Duke made her way over to Veronica.

She points to the letter. "Want me to throw that out?"

"No way. I don't even want the rats at the dumb seeing this." Veronica folds her rejection letter and shoves it in her black messenger bag. "You know what everyone's gonna say when Veronica Barrett Sawyer didn't in Harvard? 'Oh, I knew she was gonna peak,' 'Man, everything's going downhill for her,' 'First JD, now this?' I-I don't want to be remembered like that- As the girl with the psychopath boyfriend who got Akumatized and shot up the school and tried to kill three people prior to that!"

Duke and McNamara shared a look and nodded, both knowing how JD's akumatization, him getting arrested, and then escaping took a toll on Veronica's mental and emotional health. For one, she's been eating less, her hair looks shorter, she hardly responds to her own name anymore, and it looks like she's been getting zero sleep. Getting into Harvard was supposed to make everyone forget all about what happened and how she nearly became an accessory to JD's attempted crime. Chandler was tempted to kick her out of the clique and have her sit near the dumpsters when she heard that, but the threat of Duke, McNamara, and by addition, Kurt and Ram separating themselves from her made her back down... For now.

Chandler was still powerful without them, but she needed people below her status to make her look like it. And they knew it, too. But when you're under someone's thumb for so long, it's hard to leave.

"I just want to forget this ever happened, and wait for my other letters," she said before making her way to the door. "And, can you guys make sure this doesn't get out?"

"Our lips are sealed," McNamara chirped. Duke merely pretended to zip her lips.

#miraculous ladybug #so we’re heroes?#miraculous ladybug au #ao3fic #miraculous au #mlb au #akuma #heathers the musical

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thewidowsghost · 3 years

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The Unknown Muggleborn - Chapter 7

Series Masterlist

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3rd Person POV

Christmas was coming. One morning in mid-December, Hogwarts wakes up to find itself covered in several feet of snow. The lake freezes solid and the Weasley twins were punished for bewitching several snowballs so that they followed Quirrell around, bouncing off the back of his turban, (Y/n) watching with a smirk on her face. The few owls that had managed to battle their way though the stormy sky to deliver mail had to be nursed back to health by Hagrid before they could fly off again.

"I do feel so sorry," says Draco Malfoy during a Potions class, "for all those people who have to stay at Hogwarts for Christmas because they're not wanted at home, or those who have to stay at someone else's house because they have no parents," he adds, (Y/n) staring at her perfected potion, her eyes flashing a silver before flickering back to green; Hermione shoots him a hateful glare.

The blond had been staring at Harry and (Y/n) as he had spoke, Crabbe and Goyle chuckling. Harry, who had been measuring powdered spine of lion-fish, ignores him. Malfoy had been even more unpleasant than usual since the Quidditch match. Disgusted that the Slytherins had lost, he had tried to get everyone laughing at how a wide-mouthed tree frog would be replacing (Y/n) as Seeker next; then he'd realized that nobody had found this funny, because everyone had been so impressed on how well (Y/n) had managed to stay on her broom. So Malfoy, jealous and angry, had gone back to taunting Harry and (Y/n) about having, either, no proper family, or no family at all.

(Y/n) had just turned in a vile of her potion, Snape looking at it, then nods, scribbling a 100 into his grade-book, nodding to the girl. "Ten points to Gryffindor," he announces to the class, everyone looking up, "for Miss (L/n)'s perfect potion." (Y/n) shoots a smirk at Malfoy, who had been trying to outdo her in Potions from the first class. Hermione, Harry, Ron, and the Spences hiding smiles as steam practically gushes from Malfoy's ears.

When they leave the dungeons at the end of Potions, they find a large fir tree blocking the corridor ahead. Two enormous feet sticking out at the bottom and a loud puffing sound tells them that Hagrid is behind it.

"Hey Hagrid, need any help?" Ron asks, sticking his head through the branches.

"Nah, I'm alright, thanks, Ron."

"Would you mind moving out of the way?" Malfoy's cold drawling voice comes from behind them. "Are you trying to earn some extra money, Weasley? Hoping to be gamekeeper yourself when you leave Hogwarts, I suppose — that hut of Hagrid's must seem like a palace compared to what your family's used to."

Ron dives at Malfoy just as Snape comes up the stairs.

"WEASLEY!"

Ron lets go of the front of Malfoy's robes.

"Professor, Malfoy was insulting his family," (Y/n) says, taking a step forward towards the Potions Master.

"Five points from Slytherin," Snape tells Malfoy, and Malfoy sends a hateful glare at (Y/n).

The Potions Master walks away and Malfoy turns to (Y/n).

"What's wrong Draco?" (Y/n) asks in false sympathy. "Feel bad being worse than a orphaned Mudblood?" she asks, stepping towards the blond.

"Shut up!" He says. "My father will hear about this (L/n), and then you'll be sorry," he says.

(Y/n) glances around, "Look's like he's not here. See you around, Blondie," (Y/n) says, turning around and walking back towards Hagrid and her friends, all of them were staring at her with wide eyes.

"That was bloody brilliant," Ron says, and (Y/n) laughs. "I'll get him," Ron says suddenly, grinding his teeth. "One of these days, I'll get Malfoy -"

"I hate them both, Snape and Malfoy," says Harry.

"Come on, cheer up. It's nearly Christmas," says Hagrid. "Tell yeh what, come with me an' see the Great Hall, looks a treat."

So the six of them follow Hagrid and his tree off to the Great Hall, where Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick are busy with the Christmas decorations.

"Ah, Hagrid, the last tree — put it in the far corner, would you?"

The hall looks spectacular. Festoons of holly and mistletoe hang all around the walls, and no less than twelve towering Christmas trees stand around the room, some sparkling with tiny icicles, some glittering with hundreds of candles.

"How many days you got left until yer holidays?" Hagrid asks.

"Just one," says Hermione. "And that reminds me — Harry, Ron, (Y/n) we've got half an hour before lunch, we should be in the library."

"Oh yeah, you're right," says Ron, tearing his eyes away from Professor Flitwick, who has golden bubbles blossoming out of his wand and is trailing them over the branches of the new tree.

"The library?" says Hagrid, following them out of the hall. "Just before the holidays? Bit keen, aren't yeh?"

"Oh, we're not working," Harry tells him brightly. "Ever since you mentioned Nicolas Flamel we've been trying to find out who he is."

"You what?" Hagrid looks shocked. "Listen here — I've told yeh — drop it.It's nothin' to you what that dog's guardin'."

"Actually," (Y/n) interjects. "That's what their doing. Snape gave me extra homework over the break." (Y/n) rolls here eyes.

"Looks like being a Potions prodigy might not be such a good thing," Ron says, and (Y/n) rolls her eyes.

"We just want to know who Nicolas Flamel is, that's all," says Hermione.

"Unless you'd like to tell us and save us the trouble?" Harry adds. "We must've been through hundreds of books already and we can't find him anywhere — just give us a hint — I know I've read his name somewhere."

"I'm sayin' nothin'," said Hagrid flatly.

"Just have to find out for ourselves, then," say Ron, and they leave Hagrid looking disgruntled and hurries off to the library.

They had indeed been searching books for Flamel's name ever since Hagrid had let it slip, because how else were they going to find out what Snape was trying to steal? The trouble was, it was very hard to know where to begin, not knowing what Flamel might have done to get himself into a book. (Y/n) has the strangest feeling that she had heard or seen that name somewhere in her extra Potions homework. Flamel wasn't in Great Wizards of the Twentieth Century, or Notable Magical Names of Our Time;he was missing, too, from Important Modern Magical Discoveries, and A Study of Recent Developments in Wizardry. And then, of course, there was the sheer size of the library; tens of thousands of books; thousands of shelves; hundreds of narrow rows.

Hermione takes out a list of subjects and titles she had decided to search while Ron strode off down a row of books and started pulling them off the shelves at random. (Y/n) had taken out her Potions homework.

Harry wandered over to the Restricted Section. He had been wondering for a while if Flamel wasn't somewhere in there. Unfortunately, you needed a specially signed note from one of the teachers to look in any of the restricted books, and he knew he'd never get one. These were the books containing powerful Dark Magic never taught at Hogwarts, and only read by older students studying advanced Defense Against the Dark Arts.

"What are you looking for, boy?"

"Nothing," answers Harry.

Madam Pince the librarian brandishes a feather duster at him.

"You'd better get out, then. Go on — out!"

Wishing he'd been a bit quicker at thinking up some story, Harry left the library. He, Ron, Hermione, and the twins had already agreed they'd better not ask Madam Pince where they could find Flamel. They were sure she'd be able to tell them,but they couldn't risk Snape hearing what they were up to.

Harry waits outside in the corridor to see if the other four had found anything, but he wasn't very hopeful. They had been looking for two weeks, after all, but as they only had odd moments between lessons it wasn't surprising they'd found nothing. What they really need was a nice long search without Madam Pince breathing down their necks.

Five minutes later, Ron, Hermione, and (Y/n) join him, Ron and Hermione shaking their head; they go off to lunch.

"You will keep looking while we're away, won't you?" asks Hermione. "And send me an owl if you find anything."

"And you could ask your parents if they know who Flamel is," says Ron. "It'd be safe to ask them."

(Y/n) lets out a laugh as Hermione continues.

"Very safe, as they're both dentists," says Hermione.

That evening has Hermione and (Y/n) and (Y/n) packing, getting ready to leave the following morning.

(Y/n) flops down on her bed and Marvel jumps up, her paws placed on (Y/n)'s cheeks.

(Y/n) smiles at Hermione as throws a blanket over (Y/n) and her cat.

The next morning, Hermione wakes up (Y/n) and (Y/n) places Marvel in her basket.

(Y/n) places the straps on her guitar and slings it over her back.

The two take their packed trunks downstairs, making sure to say goodbye to Harry and Ron before they leave.

The sisters take the carriages down to the Hogwarts' Express and they board the train.

(Y/n) pulls out her Potions homework and works through it, but gets stuck on the last question. She runs her hands through her sleek (H/c) hair.

Thinking for a while, she finally finally finishes the question, pulls her trunk off the shelf, and puts her homework inside.

"I feel so accomplished," (Y/n) grumbles, sitting back down and leaning her head against the window.

Marvel jumps out of her travel basket and hops into Hermione's lap.

(Y/n) glances at her guitar resting next to her in her seat before she picks it up and begins to strum.

Hermione smiles as (Y/n) finishes playing and then (Y/n) places the guitar on her back.

"Come on 'Mione," (Y/n) says pulling down her and her sister's trunks and Marvel's carrying basket.

Hermione's smile widens as she grabs her trunk and Marvel jumps onto her shoulder.

Hermione jumps down after (Y/n) and (Y/n)'s arm shoots out to steady Hermione as she stumbles.

Hermione beams at her sister and (Y/n) shakes her head, an amused light in her eyes.

The two walk through the barrier and it seems to be more dreary in the Muggle world then on Platform 9 and 3 Quarters.

"What happened?" (Y/n) murmurs to Hermione as they walk towards their parents.

"Hi Mum! Hi Dad!" Hermione says cheerfully and (Y/n) gives a little wave.

Mr. Granger gives (Y/n) a hug, and (Y/n) returns it warmly.

Mrs. Granger greets her adopted daughter with a kiss to the forehead and a hug.

"Hi Mum, Dad!" (Y/n) greets with a warm smile.

"Hi, girls," Mrs. Grangers says. "Let's get home."

"Best thing I've heard all day," (Y/n) says with a grin.

Mr. Granger laughs and the four - plus Marvel - walk out to the car.

"I dunno," Hermione says. "Your guitar playing skills are pretty great."

"Oh stop," (Y/n) says with a smile.

"I guess we'll have to hear it at home," Mrs. Granger says as Hermione and (Y/n) load their trunks into the boot of the car.

(Y/n) gently sets her guitar on the top of her trunk before Mr. Granger closes the boot.

(Y/n) climbs into the car next to her sister and Marvel jumps down to sit in between the two.

Listening to the radio on the way home, (Y/n) listens closely to the news:

"Legendary weapons developer Howard Stark, as well as his wife, was found dead a few days ago. The death of his parents seemingly haunted Tony Stark after the disappearance and presumed death of his daughter and girlfriend about ten years ago when he was around the age of nineteen."

Poor guy, (Y/n) thinks. Imagine loosing the love of your life, your daughter, and your parents. I guess I kind of know what that's like, though I wasn't old enough to comprehend it at the time.

Hermione glances over at her sister who was staring off into the distance.

As if sensing Hermione's gaze on her, (Y/n) looks back over at her with a warm smile.

Hermione shoots (Y/n) a quizzical look but (Y/n) shakes her head.

Marvel tilts her head and pads forward, thrusting her head under (Y/n)'s chin. (Y/n) smiles and scratches behind the kitten's ears.

(Y/n) strokes the kitten's black-and-white fur, remaining silent as the car ride goes on.

Once the four - plus Marvel - arrive back home, (Y/n) helps Mr. Granger unload the trunks from the back of the car, but not before slinging her guitar over her back.

Word Count: 2194 words

Love, Kaitlynn ❤😘

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flowerbloom-arts · 3 years

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Well uh, thank you @boorishbint for leaving these lovely tags on my post, otherwise I wouldn't have spent, like, almost two hours striaght writing a 1134 word fic depicting an inner monologue by dear old Hodgkins himself and 12 minutes coloring one of my doodles from the original post. I deeply admire your work and I hope that this is atleast enjoyable to you in any sort of capacity.

Cw: death mention (please ask me to add more if needed)

And as I sat on the armchair, book in lap, I stare at it and wonder why this could've possibly happened. My own brother and the love of his life, deceased, with his son left to be in my care. I feel... I'm not quite sure how I feel. It's always been rather difficult for someone such as myself to simply understand my own thoughts, I don't exactly have the ability to articulate these things. I've turned to the tangible things in life when my own abstractions fail me, there seems to be a maze in the back of my throat that makes it difficult to speak more than a few words and I've been so used to my younger brother interpreting my intentions for me, it seemed remarkable how easy it came to him. Now he's gone, I'm left behind for good, with a mere 8 year old sleeping on the sofa next to me. It's almost baffling to me how fate could twist a situation like this and not make it obvious who or what it favours, all I know is, it's not in my favour. I had come to terms that I may never fall for anyone in my life unlike my brother who seemed to take chances with any woman he happened to fancy, it was almost a relief that he found his metaphorical princess after kissing so many frogs, like that one fairytale but backwards, but now it's been a decade since that muddler from across the sea came and had their hearts stolen by the other, and now they're simply... Gone, and I'm still wondering to myself on if there is going to be a funeral for them or not, my brother seemed to not have quite the roster of friendships and any relative of his wife is a complete and utter mystery to me, just like everything else about that Confounder. For someone who has an extremely chatty brother and attended his wedding you'd think I'd know more about that strange thing, but no, just like everything else it appears to be part of this grand yet cruel joke that had it's climax just a week ago and I discovered the punchline just about an hour ago.

What am I to do now? What am I to do with my nephew? I can't simply leave him to an orphanage, I hear they're rather cruel places, so I suppose the other option is taking care of him myself. It'd be too odd for someone unrelated to care for him when his uncle is literally right here, I've already been doing it for the past 5 days since I discovered him starving in an oversized american coffee tin for 2 days since spring cleaning was supposed to start, I might as well. There really isn't anything to lose if I do, is there? Only problem is that I don't exactly understand other people, children especially, and I've never been familiar with his species in the slightest. Muddlers are a very rare sight if they do in fact live anywhere near here and not just across the atlantic, I might need to do a bit of research before I understand anything about parenting or muddlers as a whole. I might also need to find a partner to help care for him, but that seems far too daunting for me, there are far too many factors to list...

I am in completely unfamiliar territory here, it's almost laughable how all these pieces culminated into a situation I could never even dream of being in, it's a nightmare scenario if I were to be honest. And thinking this, I realize now that I'm feeling... Uncertain. Scared. Hopeless perhaps- things I'm lead to believe comes with parenting, except the circumstances are simply much worse than what would've ever been described to me, so much worse. I have yet to think about what to tell this child when he wakes up for goodness' sake, what am I to tell him? I could keep my mouth shut but eventually he'll pester me with questions if my lack of response bothers him, I will admit he is his father's son from what I could tell of him. Telling him his parents died is far too harsh, does he even understand what death is? Am I going to have to explain what death is to an 8 year old child? He was crying over a button getting lost under a drawer, I can't imagine the devastation he'd feel for something like this! I myself am already devastated at this, I can't handle such a thing right now! And that only leaves lying to his face about it, a white lie, sure, but a lie nonetheless. I'm nowhere near creative enough for something like that, I'm so bad at acting it'd be a miracle if he were to believe me.

Think, Samuel, think! You're supposed to be the smart one, academically gifted, aspiring inventor, why in the bloody hell can't you think of anything good to say to a child? You were a child once, surely you should know how you'd feel if anything about this sort of situation was said to you! But you were a strange child in comparison to others- your nephew isn't a younger you, he's far more like his father, you should know something with that atleast! Or atleast- an approximation of what you should say! Why does this have to be so difficult!? Why did any of this have to transpire? This can't possibly be your fault in any way but why does it feel like it is? Why can't you be a normal creature and just know what to say? Why can't you be normal and feel things everyone else is able to feel? Why are you like this? Why is this happening? What is going to happen now? Part of me hopes I could just stay in this moment and avoid the inevitable confrontation with my nephew about the whereabouts of his parents but I know that simply isn't possible, it's going to happen, if not today then some other day...

Looking at him- the Muddler- my own nephew, sleeping peacefully and blissfully unaware of what is going on, it feels... Melancholic, for a lack of a better word that comes to mind. I look back down at my brother's book of poems, or anthology, 'the Ocean Orchestra', this was his one achievement outside of his personal ones such as marriage and having a child, and it's practically the only thing of his creation I bother to own... My mind still wanders back to what I should say to Muddler. And I whisper to myself, softly and sadly, salted with my own frustrations towards myself...

"What to tell him...?"

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Hey! I've read some of your fics and they're so good! could you do a din X reader one where the reader is a part of dins 'crew' and he keeps offering to teach her to fight but awkwardly declines, and does this until they find another clan of mandalorians and at first they don't like her and question din for having someone 'weak' on his team. And defensively she says she can take down one of their warriors and dins asking her not to do this but during the fight she reveals she's force sensitive?

*Hia darling anon!! firstly thank you so much, that means the world to me :)). secondy i hope this is what you had in mind, i got a little carried away (hello word count of 3.8K+ oops) hence why this has taken a while to get out to you. enjoy! <3

Far From Weak

He wasn’t meant to have found out like this. Hell, he wasn’t supposed to have found out at all. You’d been doing a good job at hiding it so far, though the kid seemed to have sussed you out. Look once into those big eyes and it’s like they knows your deepest darkest secret and it’s terrifying, until they waddle off to swallow a whole frog that is.

You’d been on Mando’s ‘crew’ for a good five months now, initially brought on as a mechanic. A desperately needed mechanic, so you’d noted once you stepped onto the razor crest. In reality there wasn’t much of the actual crest left, parts having been removed and replaced with cheap knockoffs and thrown together amalgamations over the years. There was even an alternator that looked as though it had actually been patched together using a literal medkit.

He’d really downplayed how much the place was falling apart when he hired you, but you didn’t exactly mind. You enjoyed a challenge, and fixing a ship that was falling apart at the seams was certainly that.

Your job had evolved somewhat by month two, the little green baby Mando was caring for had won your heart over. It was like you were drawn to them, finding it impossible to ignore them and all their adorable little traits. You didn’t fully understand why you were feeling so attached to this cute womp rat, not until you caught them with a small outstretched hand in the direction of a levitating silver ball. They had turned to you with a knowing gleam in their face, cooing at you to join the fun. Not that you ever did when Mando was around, of course.

But the days when he wasn’t there? When you knew that he wasn’t coming back for a long time? Then you could play with the child all you wanted. Your games varied, one of their favourites being floating the ball from their little claw to your own hand, in a gentle game of catch. Another was playing guessing games where they had to guess which crate you had put your wrench behind, then lifting it to you. You loved it. It was a chance to flex your skills, to relieve some of the tension of hiding them.

By month four Mando had started asking if you wanted some fight training with him. He knew that life was starting to get more dangerous, he had begun encountering more and more imp scum trying to get the child while he was out hunting quarry’s. The two of you had become rather close these past few months, he’d be lying to himself if he said that he didn’t look forward to seeing the smile that lit up your eyes when he returned from his jobs or the way you eagerly asked for a report on how he captured this bounty.

In fact, the Mandalorian had become rather enamoured with you and with the discovery of these new bounty hunters, wanting to make sure you could keep yourself and the child safe was his next priority, and teaching you to fight would ensure that.

The first time he asked it had been painfully awkward. He had stridden up to and flat out told you he wanted to give you fighting lessons. You were sure it was probably a big deal that he wanted to teach you the fighting techniques of Mandalorian’s, but you knew that you could never accept.

You could hide your force sensitivity when concentrating, ignoring the pull of it on your instincts, but when fighting? There was no way. You literally couldn’t help it. It felt like you could predict what was coming during a fight, which fist they were going to throw at you, which way they were going to dodge round to. He would be able to tell you had the upper hand and if he knows what the kid can do, then it’s hardly going to be a stretch to figure out that you can do it too.

You tried, maker you tried, to be as tactful as possible while turning him down. Telling him that you could take care of yourself, you can handle a blaster and that would be enough if anyone tried to grab the kid while on the crest. He had grunted some form of disappointed response back at you, the likes of which made you feel inescapably guilty.

You had hoped that that would be the only time he would try and ask you, but if there was anything this Mandalorian was, it was most definitely stubborn.

He would present the offer to you pretty much every other day, the question getting more and more demanding as time went on. You knew that he would never force you to do anything you didn’t want to, he wasn’t like that, but you could feel his frustration building with each of your awkward refusals.

Eventually he drew back on any other conversation with you, choosing only to speak when pressing the question to you, outside of that he would only voice short remarks on urgent matters. The only other time you would hear the rough lowness of his speech is when he would speak to the child, you were glad in that respect that at least he was engaging them in some form of conversation.

It went on for days and you were beginning to feel worse and worse. It was strange, he would approach you in the mornings, his voice soft and probing, practically pleading for you to let him teach you and then when you declined you could almost see the frustration pouring out of him.

You weren’t entirely sure why he hadn’t kicked you from the crest yet, a part of you terrified that one morning would be your last, he wouldn’t want to put up with your own apparent stubbornness any more.

If only you could tell him, yell at him that it wasn’t stubbornness, that your survival depended on keeping a secret that was damn near impossible to hide. It didn’t help that Mando wasn’t one for ambiguity. If you revealed you had a secret then maker knows he’d find a way to coax it out into the starlight.

The silence was torture, but it was necessary.

And so you kept quiet, the two of you falling into this routine that satisfied neither party. The atmosphere on the crest became stifling, almost unbearable, even the kid could sense something was wrong though that wasn’t exactly surprising.

You’d arrived on Tatooine, the last stop of this latest run of quarry’s, when Mando finally broke the cycle.

“I need to go to market, would you like to come with me?” The question came out robotic, the words detached from the familiar soft tone of his morning request. To say it threw you off was an understatement, but you eagerly nodded regardless, after all you did have some parts to get to repair a few blown thermal couplings.

Mando was on high alert as you walked through the stalls of the busy market. You could practically feel how tense he was, wound tight and ready to spring at the smallest sign of danger. You watched him from the corner of your eye, saw the way his helmet would lock on to whatever would walk just a little too close to you.

The imposing and dangerous manner in which he presented himself was a stark contrast to the small green eared bundle that he gently cradled in his arm.

The thought that you were the only one who got the privilege of seeing him be truly open and caring with the child made you smile to yourself, a warmth settling in your heart at the notion that he trusted you that much to see him in that way.

Given enough time to fester and that feeling would have quickly turned to guilt. Maybe that would have been better than what happened instead.

As you reached the edge of the market your gaze was caught by a familiar silhouette glinting in the sun. Actually, three familiar silhouettes, all of which had apparently noticed you to and were now making short work of closing the distance between you. Before you even had a chance to open your mouth and alert Mando, you found yourself very carefully situated in his shadow, his hand wrapped lightly round your wrist to keep you behind him.

“Su cuy'gar burc'ya!” (“Hello friend”) The largest of the trio greeted Mando, green helmet nodding at him. Mando nodded back, a slow and exaggerated bob of his head.

“Su cuy’gar,” He replied simply, defensive stance unwavering.

You didn’t like this. You assumed that Mando would’ve been happy to see his creed siblings but it was clear from the slowly tightening grip on your wrist that he truly wasn’t. Something twitched in you, a short tug on your soul to reach out, reassure him that it’s okay without having to say a word. But that would unravel everything you’ve worked to keep hidden.

Instead you twisted your wrist out of his hand, only to quickly replace it with the palm of your own. The response was immediate, his hand curled round yours, fingers locking together.

You gave him a soft squeeze and the affect was akin to throwing a spattering of water onto hot coals, you could almost see some of the tension release from him, hear the gentle hiss of it evaporating away.

“We weren’t expecting any new clan members,” The red painted one speaks this time, his tone almost accusatory. You couldn’t see it, but Mando had clocked the way his visor had fixated on you as he spoke. Unease blossomed in his belly. He could see where this was going.

“We aren’t new clan members, we came on world to pick up supplies and fuel up, we’ll be gone by morning.” He tried to keep his tone as even and final as possible, an inexplicit warning for these three to leave him and his clan in peace.

Green head didn’t get the hint. Instead he strode towards Mando and clapped his hand onto his pauldron.

“Come, you can spend the night at the covert, it’s been a while since any of us have seen fresh blood.” You do catch it this time. Green’s helmet shifts to look at you, the pointedness of it making your heart beat a little faster in your ear. You stare him down though, no way in hell was a faceless look enough to make you back down.

You see rather than hear the deep breath your crew leader makes, shoulders rising and falling steadily. Then he nods his head.

“It would be a privilege to meet more clan siblings,” Mando replied, his helmet dodging in front of Green’s stare. You gave his hand a squeeze, a silent thank you.

The journey to the covert had been spent in silence on your part, a rare occurrence given Mando’s aversion to making conversation, often leaving you to fill the gaps. But here he was doing most of the talking, working hard to divert conversation whenever it felt close to being focused on you or the child.

You suddenly got it. Mando wasn’t happy to see them, because of you.

The guilt got worse then, was he embarrassed by you?

Yes Green head had been kind of intimidating when he had stared at you, but it was no different from how you used to feel around your Mandalorian at first.

In the covert things got twice as tense. It felt like every pair of eyes was being trained on you, probably because they were. You were a stranger in their midst, not only that but you were a non-mandalorian in their covert, in their shield from the outside worlds. From people like you.

You hadn’t really been paying attention to what was being said, nor to where you were being lead to, your focus had been on looking straight ahead and answering the squeezes of Mando’s hands with ones of your own.

Only now, when the din of the rest of the covert had been shut out by the closing of a door, did you realise that you had entered a final room. It was empty save for a round table surrounded by straight backed durasteel chairs, a single light hanging low above the set. The room was small, though the lack of decoration made it feel strangely cavernous.

The three other Mandalorian’s had sat down. Red head held his hand out in invitation for you and Mando to sit.

This time you’re the first person to speak.

“Why does this feel like we’re about to be interrogated?” You commented, eyebrow raised at the three visors sat stoically across from you.

“Maybe because we are,” Mando muttered beside you.

“Nonsense,” It was the first time you’d heard the purple helmeted one speak. It surprised you how soft their voice was. “We simple need to know what your situation is before we take you to the armourer.”

“Situation? What the hell does that mean?” You asked, gaze flickering between the three Mandalorians, making sure they each got a healthy dose of the heat behind them.

“What we mean is, we need to discuss what you are to this Mandalorian, if you are safe to see our inner workings and meet his siblings. That is all.” Green spoke nonchalantly, as if this was evident. It shouldn’t have hurt you as much as it did.

If Mando trusted you to bring here, surely that was enough? Apparently not.

The conversation from there continued without your participation. The other three spoke as if you were not there, their words dipping between Basic and their mother tongue. There were some words you understood, mainly the curses that were falling from Mando’s vocoder, the likes of which you had become familiar with while patching him up after rough jobs. Most you didn’t though.

There was one moment, a word uttered that made Mando practically seize up next to you, his hands fisted and pressed firmly against the table. Riduur (Spouse). You took it to mean some sort of insult, from the way Mando had reacted it must have been. Whatever it meant, it wasn’t mentioned again.

The back and forth went on for some time, until-

“We just can’t understand why you would choose someone so weak to be on your crew. What on earth can they offer you?”

Something in you snapped. You don’t know why on earth you thought saying it would be a good idea. It was downright dangerous to even entertain the idea. But you couldn’t bear the idea that Mando was being criticised, mocked even, for choosing you.

The moment the words left your mouth you regretted them, but you would never dream of taking them back.

“I am far from weak. I may not wear armour or adhere to a code, but I am stronger in ways you can only dream of. I would be more than happy to show that I can take any of you in a fight, but it can’t be here. We go somewhere private and far from strangers eyes.”

They had accepted, with some amusement, and taken you, the Mandalorian and the child to a reclusive spot outside of town. Gnarled rock structures rose up on either side of you, providing the privacy you desperately required.

The whole journey there had been spent with Mando pleading and begging you not to do this. The strain in his voice was almost enough to make you give in, to take the hand he kept trying to close around your tensed fist and let him lead you back to the crest. But this was a matter of pride now and you weren’t going to cave in, not for anything.

It seemed that the trio had chosen Red for you to fight, it seemed fair to you given they looked a similar height and build to you. Not that it would help them mind.

They took their place within the makeshift rink that had been drawn in the sand, shaking themself out in an attempt to look ready.

You were about to step in when Mando grasped your wrist, pulling you close to his visor.

“Please, please, don’t do this, you don’t have to, not for you and least of all for me.” You didn’t need to see his eyes to know they were locked onto yours.

You opened your mouth to reply, but his own words tumbled out before you could speak. “I’m sorry if I’ve made you feel weak with my constant asking, I’m so so sorry. You don’t need to prove to me that you are strong by doing this, I know you are, I’ve always known,” His voice was quiet, almost ashamed of this outburst of emotion.

Your heart clenched, a dull ache that made you want to wrap your arms around him, wrap the force around him, and tell him it’s okay to feel. “Please cyare,” (“beloved”) he croaked, his final attempt to get you to walk away.

You leaned in, pressing a kiss to the forehead of his helmet.

“Trust me.” That was all you said. All you needed to say. He gave a soft squeeze to the flesh of your wrist, then guided you into the rink.

Now or never then.

You stood opposite the Red painted Mandalorian. You settled into a fighting stance, centring your weight and your spirit.

For makers sake, please don’t let me down now.

You felt it before they moved, the energy beside your face surged in the direction that the fist flew mere seconds later. You easily parried, then landed your first blow to their ribs, just beside their chest plate. You span on your heel to face them head on again. You felt the gathering at your chest so you dodged to the left, only to feel the impact of a heavy fist colliding with your right shoulder. Pain exploded across the flesh there, causing you to reel back, stooping slightly as you clutched your shoulder.

Well it wasn’t an exact art at any rate.

Energy swirled below your stomach. Knee. As their knee flew towards your stomach you curled your hands under their thigh, using the momentum to surge forward and throw them onto their back. Their hands came to your hips, and flipped you over them as you fell forward, launching you to land harshly a few feet above their head.

Kriff this.

You both scrambled to your feet. You watched as they began to charge towards you. You didn’t brace yourself or try to run away. Instead, you merely extended your hand out towards them. Somewhere in the distance you heard Mando yelling at you, his voice muffled by your focus the swirling barrier of force you felt building up around you. The energy curled in on you, just as Red was about to make contact, you used all you had to throw it from your body, projecting it all towards the oncoming Mandalorian.

They flew backward, cape billowing with grace around them as they flailed through the air, landing with an unceremonious thud on the coarse ground.

You held them there, tendrils of force curling round their limbs to fix them to the ground as you walked calmly towards them. You were the epitome of control in this moment, you knew that you held the attention of everyone in attendance, even the air was still for your presence.

Towering over the restrained Mandalorian you could see every ounce of tension they were holding, their muscles in preparation for whatever onslaught you were about to rain down. Instead, you ran a casual hand through your hair.

“Do you concede?” You quipped.

Red nodded their head viciously, panting out “Yes, yes, yes.”

A wave of your hand released them. You watched as they scurried back to their creed siblings, gathering yourself for what you knew you had to do now.

You strode over to the trio. You flayed your hand towards them, fisting the fabric at their collars using the force.

“You say a single word to anyone about what you saw today and I will find you and personally rip those helmets off of your thick heads. I will do it in front of the whole planet and don’t think for a single second that I won’t.” You hissed at them, before releasing them and watching as they hurried away from you and back to the safety of the covert.

You hoped that the threat of removing their helmets would be affective enough in keeping their mouths shut. If your secret got out then you’d have bounty hunters on your trail in no time. You couldn’t put that on Mando, not when he’s already protecting his own foundling from them.

You took a breath to steady yourself, turning slowly to face your Mandalorian. He was stood stock still, frozen beneath the heat of the double suns. You tentatively walked towards him, reaching out when you were close enough to lightly trail your fingertips down his arm.

It was like your touch broke the spell. His arms came out and pulled you against his chest.

You let out a breathless laugh, your own arms coming up to wrap around his armour clad form.

“Don’t you dare scare me like that again,” He said, resting his helmet on the crown of your head.

“I’ll certainly try not to,” You responded in a sigh, relaxing further into his embrace, the adrenaline from the fight slowly dissipating.

He pulled you away and held you from him, visor directly in front of your face.

“And no more secrets like that.”

“I promise.”

The two of you stayed like that for a moment, staring at each other. The both of you trying to gauge where the hell this new thing between you was going. That was until Mando’s arm was hit by a small metal ball.

You looked over to see the kid stood a little away from you, giggling hysterically. Glancing around, you then flicked your fingers, all three of you watching as the glinting sphere flew its way back to the child.

Mando shook his head, walking back over to where the child was and picking them up. You followed suit, the three of you now making your way back to the crest.

“So you and the kid, you have the same…abilities?” Mando eventually asked.

“Yes, at least I think so. To be truthful Mando, I have no idea what it is. All I know is that I’ve seen other people with it, good people, get captured and killed for it.”

“That’s why you couldn’t accept my lessons,” The realisation was evident in his voice. He looked at you, then at the kid, then back at you. “We’ll figure out what it is, how to protect you,” there was a pause, like he was contemplating something. Then he reached out and took your hand in his. “We’ll do it together.”

You smiled at him and nodded. Together.

Yes, you liked the sound of that.

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April’s Story

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Once upon a time, there was a lovely Princess

But she had an enchantment upon her of an awful sort, that could only be broken by True Love's First Kiss

She was Locked away in a tower, guarded by a terrible fire-breathing Dragon

Many brave Knights had attempted to free from this dreadful prison, but none prevailed

She waited in the Dragon's keep, in the tallest room of the tallest tower. Where she waited for her True Love and True Love's First Kiss...

A large green hand ripped a page from the Book and revealed another part involving the whole kingdom celebrating on the Princess and her True Love's wedding day, laughing heartily as he slammed it shut.

"Like that's ever gonna happen!" A Scottish voice said dismissively. "What a load of-" A flush of a Toilet drowned out the last part of the sentence.

We look and see an outhouse. It was made of white birch wood, lashed together with a rope for a handle and a black crescent moon facing the right. There was some hanging moss on the tilted roof growing and a pathway of stones, weeds crowding in between. It was set right in front of a thick wood, facing towards a house. The strange thing about all of this is that the outhouse had plumbing with a flushing toilet.

The door slammed open, revealing no Prince Charming nor a Frog, but an Unlikely Hero: an Ogre. Yawning and stretching out before fixing his wedgie, he shook off a ripped page that was sticking to his shoe and stared at his house.

He lived in a giant, white, hollowed out mangrove tree, the trunk thinning out into a perfect chimney. Moss, ivy and weeds grew all around or on top of it, and there was a crude door and some small windows set into the side.

The Ogre breathed in and left the outhouse with the door slamming behind him as he began his day.

Using a bucket and scraping up some mud, he carried it over to a branch. The ogre undressed and pulled on a rope, causing the mud to pour onto him. He made an “Oof!” sound when it first hit him, but continued scrubbing himself with the mud like it was soap. He drank the last dregs of the mud and then spat it out, ending the shower.

Then the Ogre brushed his teeth. He grabbed a red caterpillar, and squeezing it like a tube of toothpaste, pushed its innards onto a bone. He scrubbed well, getting the insides of his teeth, then the outsides. It turned his already unhealthy teeth greener, and the putrid goo shown in his hideous smile caused his mirror to shatter and fall onto the floor.

Next, he plunged himself into a lake and made a huge splash, turning himself right and getting ready; the Ogre let out a loud, horrendous and terrible gaseous fart that bubbled behind him. Feeling relieved and making an “innocent” pose with his finger to his lip, he turned to see that there was not one, not two but three red salmon floating up to the surface; murdered by the deadliness of the stench that continued to plague the rest of the underwater native wildlife. He grabbed the one next to him and proceeded to leave.

Later army crawling into a hollowed husk of a fallen tree, pointing diagonally skywards, the Ogre pushed out a ton of mud as he climbed his way forward like a commando in the trenches of a battlefield. The final mud slopped out as his stained face popped out.

He smiled as he found a green slug right outside the tree trunk. The Ogre grabbed it and the slug squirmed in alarm as it was picked up by a giant green hand, leaving the small maggots once underneath the slug exposed to the air.

Closer to sunset, near a lake with verdant hills in the distance, the Ogre began painting a new sign. Having picked out a broken off- plank of moldy wood form his outhouse, he didn’t bother with a base coat of white. He spent several hours painting. Once he finished, the Ogre placed his palette down, took a good look at his newest masterpiece, and out of sheer joy of satisfaction he kissed the ogre in the picture on the lips. It left red paint all across his lips as he posted it next to an older sign that said, "STAY OUT". It was a rather hideous portrayal of his face with red eyes and red writing that stated, “BEWARE OGRE".

After The Ogre had ate his fishy and sluggy dinner and had lit a fire with the strength of his belch, he sat back on the crocodile flesh recliner. Just as he was settling in, the Ogre's tiny trumpet ears picked up a disturbance in the Swamp.

It was the sounds of people trespassing. With a groan he lurched to his feet and glanced out his window, spotting a group of Ogre Hunters in the far distance, mostly visible due to their torches. Within moments, the Ogre snuck outside his home and was tiptoeing behind them.

The Ogre Hunters, dressed mostly in green and sporting crappy haircuts, pushed aside the tall grass and foliage as they watched the Swamp House, lit from within by The Ogre’s Belch-Fire.

"Think it's in there?" The one with a bowl cut asked

"Alright... let's get it!" The one in the a tall hat declared, holding a torch and about to make a charge forward before he was stopped short by the one with the mustache next to him.

"Hold on, you know what that thing could do to you?" the mustached one said with fear.

"Yeah, it'll grind your bones for it's bread!" The one with the bowl cut told him.

They all froze when a loud chuckle echoed behind them.

Turning around, they saw the Ogre towering over them. He spoke in an almost friendly manner, but what he said was the opposite of friendly. “Ha, yes, well actually; that would be a giant!" He exclaimed, causing the men to back off. The Ogre stepped forward each time they stepped back. "Now Ogres, oh.. they're much worse! They'll make a suit from your freshly peeled skin!"

"No!" A man was horrified

"They'll shave your livers!"

“No!”

"And squeeze the jelly from your eyes!" The Ogre Hunters were cornered as the Ogre added, thoughtfully, "Actually it's quite good on toast."

The bearded Ogre Hunter swung torch at The Ogre’s face. "Back! Back, beast! Back! I warn ya!"

The Ogre simply raised an eyebrow before calmly licking his fingers and putting out his torch with a pinch and a smile.

"Right..." the Ogre Hunter dropped the extinguished torch.

The Ogre let loose an horrible and fearsome ear bursting roar directly into the faces of the cowering Ogre Hunters. Spit flew in their faces as their hair and hats were thrown back. They screamed in response as their torches extinguished as the roar continued. After a long moment, he stopped and wiped his mouth, but the Hunters continued to scream; when they finally stopped they looked like their wits had long been scared out of them.

The Ogre leaned in and whispered to them as the crickets and other hidden wildlife in the night went on in the silence. "This is the part where you run away..."

With a yelp they immediately dropped all their pitchforks and weapons and bolted out of the swamp as the Ogre chortled to himself. The bowl cut Ogre Hunter tripped but kept running in desperation.

The Ogre laughed whole heartily and yelled after the retreating party. "And stay out!"

A piece of paper they must’ve left behind caught his attention. He picked it up, and saw that it had the face of a solemn elf with a green leaf hat and white beard. There were bags of gold drawn around it, but no explicit price was given, just the word, “Reward” written in red. Above it he read, "Wanted: Fairy Tale Creatures...".

He realized they had wanted to capture him for the reward money. He looked towards the fleeing villagers in disgust and shook his head, throwing the paper to the ground as he went back inside to spend the rest of the night in peace.

The next day, as part of his new plan to get people to leave him alone, The Ogre set up some new new signs, even farther from his home. Just as he was setting up his last one (it had a green skull with the words ‘Keep Out!’ in the pupils), something ran into his butt.

The Ogre turned around to face what appeared to be a terrified mini-donkey.

Someone yelled, "He's getting away! Get him!" and the sounds of guards in armor scared the little donkey into hiding behind The Ogre. "This way! Turn!"

The local Captain of the Guard and his men ran up, stopping when they all saw the tall Ogre who stood before them. "You there... Ogre" The Captain grabbed a scroll his waist

"Aye?" Was The Ogre’s reply, hands on his hips and now seemingly irritated that his day was once again involving contact with humans.

"By the order of Lord Farquaad... I am authorized to place you both under arrest and transport you to a designated resettlement... facility...?" The Captain's voice was shaking and nervous due to the face that the Ogre was walking towards him slowly, now standing right in front of him as a deafening silence fell.

"Oh really?" He asked, leaning down so he was face to face with the Captain. "You and what army?" He asked as his teeth glittered with a smile, glancing behind him.

The Captain turned around to see what was once left of his men as their halberds fell down and a shield spun around onto the ground like a coin. He turned back to the Ogre; the mini-donkey smiled as the Captain took his men's example and made a run for it.

Now that confrontation is over with, the Ogre shook his head and walked away; but the mini-donkey had nowhere else to go and decided to follow his accidental savior. He trotted behind him.

"Can I say something to you?" He asked with the Ogre walking on. "Listen, you were really, really, really somethin' back here. Incredible!"

Now fully irritated, The Ogre turned around. "Are you talkin' to..." The Ogre saw no one else, just the ground lit by the sunlight within the forest of the tall trees. The voice was clearly gone. "Me?" He blinked and shrugged, turning before giving out a startled yell as the Donkey now stood before him.

"Yes I was talkin' to you. Can I tell you that you was great back here? Those guards! They thought they were all of that. Then you showed up and bam!" The little donkey caught up to The Ogre before getting up onto his hoofs in front of The Ogre and made a martial arts move with his right hoof, stopping him again. "They were trippin' over themselves like babes in the wood. I loved seeing that, made me feel happy seeing that"

"Oh, that's great. Really." The Ogre sarcastically replied

"Man, it's good to be free!" The burrito declared as the Ogre turned to him.

"Now, why don't you go celebrate your freedom with own friends? Hmm?" He suggested, leaning down to the little donkey, before walking off again.

"But... I don't have any friends, and I'm NOT going out there by myself!" Exclaimed the creature. A flash of inspiration came to him. "Hey wait a minute, I got a great idea! I'll stick with you" Donkey returned happily to the Ogre, deaf to his annoyance. "You're a mean green fighting machine! With you, we'll scare the spit out of anybody who crosses us!"

The Ogre halted and regarded Donkey for a moment. Then seemingly out of the blue, he fully turned and gave off an all might roar right into the animal’s face; hoping this would scare him.

The mini-donkey just stared, now with an impressed look drawn on his face. "Oh, wow! That was really scary!"

The Ogre just frowned and stomped away.

"Now if that doesn’t work, your breath will certainly get the job done, 'cause you definitely need some Tic Tacs or something 'cause your breath STINKS!"

The Ogre continued walking, but then looked back when he didn’t hear the none-stop chatterbox for about five seconds, to his relief and hope that he lost the annoyance.

To his irritation and surprise, the donkey appeared looking down at him from above; atop of a fallen tree over The Ogre’s path.

"You almost burned the hair outta my nose, just like the time..."

The Ogre covered the donkey's mouth, muffling his little obnoxious tale. The donkey still did not shut up as he kept it held there; continuing to talk either way; The Ogre removed his hand. "Then I ate some berries, man I had some strong gasses leaking out of my butt that day!"

"WHY are you following me?!" The Ogre asked, losing patience; nothing could shut this donkey up and he just needed to get away right now.

"I'll tell you why!" The animal leaped off the tree as he followed the Ogre, before breaking out into obnoxious song. "Cause I'm all alone, there's no here beside meeeee." He stopped in front of the Ogre as he wiggled his butt, the Ogre's right eye was half closed and his left eye was twitching in madness as the mini-donkey continued. "My problems have all gone, there's no one to deride me... but you gotta have faith-"

"Stop singing!" The Ogre yelled, he grabbed the burrito by the ears and tail as he moved him out of his way. "It's no wonder you don't have any friends!"

"Wow, only a true friend would be that truly honest!" The small donkey claimed.

The Ogre only groaned "Listen, little donkey. Take a look at me: What am I?" He held out his arms and stood tall before him.

The burrito looked from the Ogre's shoes to his head, whose face looked irritated while he thought to himself. "Really tall?" was his first guess. The mini-donkey wasn’t sure what The Ogre was asking.

"No! I'm an Ogre, you know. ‘Grab your torch and Pitchforks!’ Doesn't that bother you?" He imitated an Ogre Hunter before asking.

Donkey shook his head

"Nope." came the response

"Really?" The Ogre was a bit surprised.

"Really, really" The creature happily assured.

"Oh," The Ogre was not too sure on what to say next.

"Man, I like you, what's your name?"

The Ogre looked a little surprised. For all his time living alone in the Swamp, no one had ever asked him of his name. He had always been The Ogre, not a true individual to the people around him.

"Uhh... Shrek." He replied after a moment, before continuing his walk home.

"Shrek?" Th little donkey echoed, seeing if he got it right before following the now and forever named Ogre himself. "Well, you know what I like about you Shrek? You got that kind of I-don't-care-what-nobody-thinks-of-me-thing I like that. I respect that Shrek. You all right."

He continued to follow Shrek up the hill as they came overhead across a small grassy meadow hill above that overlooked Shrek's Swamp. Donkey (for that was his name) stared looked at the scene before him.

"Whoa! Look at that. Who'd want to live in a place a like that?" He asked with a hint of disgust, mostly discomfort, in his voice.

"That... would be my home" Shrek claimed, his hands on his hips before heading down the other side of the hill.

Donkey could only blink in response, he had really put his hoof in it now. "Oh! And it is lovely! Just beautiful. You know you are quite a decorator. It's amazing what you've done with such a modest budget!"

Shrek only shook his head as he continued downwards.

"I like that boulder, that is a nice boulder." Donkey followed him down. He continued after Shrek once again and stopped in front of the three signs: "BEWARE OGRE", "STAY OUT" and "DANGER". Donkey took a look at each of them all and asked,"I guess you don't uh.. entertain that much do you?"

"I like my privacy." Shrek claimed as he kept walking to his front door, Donkey trotting after him.

"You know, I do too. That's another thing we have in common. Like I hate it when you got somebody in your face. You've trying to give them a hint and they won't leave. Then there's that big awkward silence you know?"

Shrek turned to face him, silently willing Donkey to understand that the creature had just described their exact situation.

"Can I stay with you?" Clearly Donkey did not receive the hint.

"Uh, what?"

"Can I stay with you, please?" He added in the magic word.

"Of course!" Shrek declared lightheartedly as he smiled.

"Really?" Donkey asked.

"No." Shrek bluntly denied.

"PLEASE! I don't wanna go back there! You know what it's like to be living like a freak!" Donkey reconsidered for a moment as he looked at the large green humanoid before him as he pushed Shrek onto his front door with his hooves. "Well, maybe you do. But that's why we gotta stick together! You gotta let me stay, please, please!" Donkey was getting hysterical.

"OKAY! Okay..." Donkey dropped to the floor as Shrek opened his door inwards as he gave his one little stipulation. "But one night only." He was about to enter before Donkey bolted in.

"Ah! Thank you!"

"What are you...?" Donkey leapt onto Shrek's crocodile skin recliner. "No, no!"

"This is gonna be fun! We can stay up late, swappin' manly stories and in the mornin," He trotted around on the chair before sitting down as he finished with: "I'm makin' waffles!"

"Oh!" Shrek groaned as he held his hands out, as though he was planning to strangle the noisy intruder.

Donkey looked around and asked him. "Where do, uh... I sleep?"

"Outside!" Shrek screamed irritably.

Donkey's ears drooped upon hearing that response. "Oh, well, I guess that's cool. I mean, I don't know you and you don't know me, so I guess outside is best, you know. Here I go." He sniffled as got off his recliner and walked out sadly,"Goodnight..." He told him as Shrek slammed the door on him.

The mini-donkey kept talking, of course. "You know, I do like the outdoors. I'm a Donkey. I was born outside. I'll just be sitting by myself outside, I guess, you know. By myself, outside!"

Shrek looked out before shaking his head and sighing to himself, walking away from the door to enjoy himself for the rest of the day as Donkey began singing the same annoyingsong again; although more sorrowfully.

"I'm all alone, there's no one here besides me..."

That night, as the cauldron hanging by chains over the firepit bubbled solemnly; Shrek was enjoying himself with a nice dinner while Donkey was locked outside of his home. He dropped a eye on a stick into his martini glass and slurped it down as he looked at his dinner before him. There was a slug with orange eyes, what appeared to be green grapes, a jar of eyes, spice, worm stuffed pumpkin and a nice large piece of cooked skinless meat on his plate.

These were the times he enjoyed the most out of his solitary life, he was home, nice and warm and he wasn't bothered by anyone at all. Though he had to pause and glance at his front door. Shrek had ... mixed feelings about his new acquaintance. He talked WAY too much, but he was also the first person in a very long time to actually treat Shrek like a person.

He shook his head and sighed, scooting in further to his table as he felt that there was just something missing from the layout of the table. The man he figured out what ir was. He brought his hand to his ear and started to pull hard and painfully as the earwax built up came out like a spear and placed it atop a candle platform; lighting the wick made of ear hair afterwards with a match. Now he can enjoy his meal alone.

The same could not be said for Donkey, who peeked sadly into the window before making his way back to the front door. He laid down as he smiled bittersweetly and went to sleep at his new friend's doorstep.

Shrek continued to eat and enjoy his meal until the sound of his door creaking interrupted his silence.

He put his fork and knife on the table as he got up. "I thought I told you to stay outside." He was hoping to shove Donkey back outside, if that was what had come in.

"I am outside." Donkey’s voice came from the window.

In confusion, Shrek turned and saw a shadow move across the wall. Who was now moving around near his table? He returned and observed it. Everything was normal underneath the table, but then he heard voices from above.

"Well, gents, it's a farcry from the farm, but what choice do we have?" A blind mouse asked, tripping over Shrek's fork.

"It's not home, but it'll do just fine!" The second of the blind mice knocked over the jar full of eyeballs, spilling out the contents.

"What a lovely bed" The third of the blind mice was bouncing on the Slug, Shrek immediately caught him.

"Got ya!" However it escaped his grasp.

"I found some cheese" the third mouse said, biting Shrek's left ear.

"OW!" He cried in pain, grabbing at the mouse again who was now on his other shoulder.

"Blah! Awful stuff!" The tiny rodent jumped down onto the spoon and inadvertently launched a piece of gravy towards Shrek's left eye, which he wiped away immediately.

"Is that you Gordon?" One of them asked.

"How did you know?" A different one asked back.

"Enough!" Shrek grabbed all three of them by the tail, flipping the wooden spoon off the left side of the table as he turned his back and demanded angrily.

"What are you doing in my house?" The dinner on his table was then violently shoved off and Shrek's back was hit with an gold and glass fashioned coffin, labeled, ‘Here lies Snow White, under the curse by the Poison Apple infected by the Sleeping Death curse’.

"Hey!" He turned and saw the Seven Dwarves, one of the waved at Shrek.

"Oh, no, no, no. Dead broad OFF the table!" He shoved her coffin back to the Dwarves

"Where are we supposed to put her? The Bed's taken!" They shoved the coffin back to him.

"Huh?" Shrek stopped short. He hurried to his bed and opened the curtain separating the rooms and gasped. There laid comfortably and in grandmother's clothing, was a wolf of all creatures.

"What?" The Wolf asked irritably.

Shrek was now on the verge of rage, he dragged the Wolf out of bed and held him in the air through his house as the Seven Dwarves made themselves comfortable.

"I live in a swamp, I put up signs! I'm a terrifying Ogre!" He shoved his door open outwards. "What do I have to do to get a little privacy?!" He screamed as he threw the Wolf out of his house.

Then he saw a sight that would haunt him forever. "Oh no... oh no!" Shrek bellowed.

His Swamp. His lovely, silent, peaceful Swamp was no longer the way he intended it to be. It was now swarming with many, many Fairytale Creatures; many, many beings now living in his precious Swamp. Even the old woman brought her entire shoe to his Swamp, with many children running around. Tents were set up, fairies roamed around in the air, Pinocchio and a short yellow elf with a cone shaped hat were arguing and many people were conversing with each other.

“No!" A witch flew past him. "NO!" He screamed out, three more witches came zooming past him and Shrek had to jump for cover as they came flying down with elves helping them land.

"Wha?" Shrek turned his head to the side with the old woman hanging her clothes with a child and two other children pushing each other.

"Hey, don't push!" A girl in the blue shrieked.

The Pied Piper in red was calling over rats with his flute while many other Fairytale Creatures were waiting in line towards Shrek's Outhouse.

In the meantime, Papa and Baby Bear were sitting by the fire, the latter upset and being comforted by his father; no Mama Bear in sight, as many other Fairytale Creatures warmed themselves up by the fire before them. Elves, Lepricons, Dwarves, Fairies, Witches, Pigs, Wolves, a Unicorn and any Fairytale Creature you can think of were all there in Shrek's Swamp; shattering his peace.

"What are you doing in my Swamp?!" Shrek roared out as he got up, his voice echoed all over the sound of his Swamp; everyone and everything came an abrupt half as it was followed by screams and gasps. The Dwarves who held bowls to be fed with soup from the cauldron by the witch dropped them, the three fairies of Sleeping Beauty flew in the tent to hide and two Dwarves ducked out of sight and appeared holding each other out of fear behind a branch.

Shrek wasn't going to have all this; he eyed everyone and began to walk to some Elves and Dwarves. "Alright, get out of here. All of you, move it! Come on! Let's go! Hapaya! Hapaya! Hey! Quickly, come on!" He shooed them all backwards but some of the Dwarves and fairies ran into his home as Shrek turned back. "No, no! No, no. Not there, not there!" He ran after them as they slammed the door on him and a little green fairy, the door now unable to open despite his best efforts.

He stopped and turned to face the large group before them, especially on Donkey.

"Hey don't look at me, I didn't invite them!" Donkey replied.

"Oh, gosh, no one invited us" Pinocchio confirmed.

"What?!" Shrek came over, demanding to know what happened.

"We were forced to come here" He told the Ogre.

"By who?" He was flabbergasted until one of the Three Pigs told him.

“Lord Farquaad. He huffed and he puffed and he... signed an eviction notice." His brothers nodded in agreement.

"Alright. Who knows where this Farquaad guy is?" Shrek asked.

Everyone looked around at each other with no answer, until Donkey answered. "Oh, I do. I know where he is!"

"Does anybody ELSE know where to find him? Anyone at all?" Shrek was desperate to not to go with Donkey of all people.

"Me! Me!" Donkey tried to get his attention, jumping comically into the air. Baby Bear held his paw up, but was stopped by his father.

"Anyone?" Big Bad Wolf and a Green Wizard pointed to each other while Donkey continued

"Oh! Oh, pick me! Oh, I know! I know! Me, me!"

"Okay... fine." He reigned himself to being annoyed; Shrek knew that he would either go with Donkey or risk asking a human. "Attention, all Fairytale... things. Do not get comfortable, your welcome is officially worn out. In fact, I'm going to see this guy Farquaad right now and get you all off my land and back where you came from!" He pointed to the left before the entire crowd went wild.

Shrek shook his head and groaned before walking, four birds draping him in a flower cloak. "Doh!" He swatted them away as he sharply pointed directly at Donkey. "You. You're comin' with me" He told him darkly as he shoved the cape off him and started walking, the birds returning and dropping a flower crown on his head.

"Alright, that's what I like to hear man: Shrek and Donkey, two stalwart friends, off on a whirlwind big-city adventure. I love it!" Donkey rushed after the ogre.

Shrek tried to grab torch from a Dwarf while walking. He refused to let go, so Shrek simply shook him and then dropped the dwarf into the water where the dwarf resurfaced moments later.

"On the road again, sing it with me, Shrek. I can't to get on the road again!"

“What did I say about singing?" Shrek sharply turned to Donkey and grabbed his flower crown before throwing it off of him. They crossed a log that bridged the area between Shrek’s little island and the rest of the swamp.

"Can I whistle?" Donkey asked.

"No."

"Can I hum it?"

"Alright, hum it."

Donkey continued to hum ‘On the Road Again’ while Shrek

focused on the road ahead.

The two heroes marched off into the woodlands while being waved off by all creatures.

Art Explanation

So, it’s obvious I copied the title from the movie! It sure did make my life easier!

And I used a lot of references for my pictures. I hoped to make them true to the movie as possible.

The second picture is possibly my favorite, although I didn’t enjoy drawing all the scenery. It isn’t my specialty.

The third picture was fun! I remember being very jealous of Shrek’s belch power when I was little, lol.

To be honest, the fourth picture was my least favorite. It felt too busy.

The fifth picture is my other favorite, because it has Donkey!

The last picture was hard, for sure. I wanted to ge their reflections right, and not make the background look too crappy. It’s hard to adapt things from such a dark scene. But I think it turned out alright, although the scaling is a little funny :).

So, I was hoping to not have to write out these scenes myself, because it’s ten whole minutes of a movie and let me tell you, it’s hard to do from scratch. Luckily, I found a version, which I’ve left a link for below. I just polished it a bit.

Anyways, I hope you’ve enjoyed!

SOURCE

https://m.fanfiction.net/s/450448/1/Shrek-Adaptation

#shrek #shrek 20th anniversary #shrek twentieth anniversary #win a commission #wac

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lostbetweenvampiresandmusic · 4 years

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Please can I get a fifteen with Marko if you haven’t written one yet??! ♥️ I love your page

I hope you like this 💕 (and omg thank you so much love😘😘😘)

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Marko couldn't help but feel sorry for you. It was an understatement to say the past month had been hard for you, and no matter what he did, he couldn't help. The only thing he could do was support you, kiss and hug you whenever you needed- but he couldn't help you. Not really.

It had all started a month ago, when you started your new job at the comicbook store down the boardwalk. The two of you had talked about it - knowing that the Frogs had their suspicions.

"I can find out what they know."

"What if they think you're one of us?" Marko had looked worried.

"They won't, I'll be out during the day."

"Maybe they'll know about halves."

"I doubt it," you'd smiled, so certain of your case, "besides, they're only kids. What can they do?"

Marko sighed. Apparently they could do a lot. He didn't want to admit it, but he had gotten nightmares from the way he found you. Bloodied, broken, begging for help... You were so out of it you hadn't even recognised him. He'd taken you to the hospital, where luckily it appeared that you looked worse than you actually were doing. You'd 'just' broken a wrist and got stabbed in the shoulder. Marko had been relieved, fearing much worse. But still - you were hurt.

"It's not your fault..."

"I should've stopped you from working there."

"You couldn't have."

"I know," he sighed, kissing you softly, "I'm so sorry."

The Frogs had been sentenced to do some community service - with the judge telling them that if they were to harm someone again they'd face a worse future.

It was a week after, when you spent the night at your place that the second thing happened. Some neighbour a couple of floors above you had left the stove on. One thing lead to another and in the middle of the night the room exploded. You'd woken up, able to just escape before everything collapsed.

Marko knew it wasn't much as he looked around at the room he'd been working on. He'd saved whatever he could from your appartement, getting some personal items from friends and family. He'd remembered the pictures you had, and drew them to an almost identical likeness. He just hoped it would cheer you up, knowing you'd have a place of your own, with your own stuff.

That night he'd gone to pick you up - you had been staying with a friend from school for a while. He smiled as you greeted him. He kissed you, told you you looked breathtaking, before driving off to a diner.

"Are we on a date?"

"Yeah," Marko chuckled. "Thought I'd make tonight a bit special."

"Oh?"

He grinned, leading you to a table and sitting down. "Yep."

"How so?"

"You'll see."

He didn't say anything about that night for the rest of the meal, instead the two of you were chatting about everything that came to mind. Classes, pets, the boys, town gossip.

It was only when Marko told you he wanted you to go to the cave with him that you felt a little nervous. Why you didn't know, all you knew was that something was going to happen. He raced off - you holding on to him tightly - making his way to the cave. "Do you trust me?"

"Of course I trust you. What's going on?"

He grinned. "Close your eyes."

You looked confused, but after a reassuring nod you did what he asked. As you'd closed your eyes, he lifted you up and entered the cave. He walked for a little while before putting you down.

"You can open them now."

You stood in front of a dark green wooden door. "Where are we?"

"Open it."

You did what he said, and couldn't help but gasp. The room was ginormous. The colours were your favourite, all the furniture in your favourite style... You looked around, seeing all the things you'd thought you lost, the drawings from your pictures, the little trinkets you'd collected, the books, the- you felt tears well up in your eyes as you looked at Marko.

"Please don't cry."

You chuckled, trying to dry the tears streaming done your cheek. "This -" you smiled, "I don't know what to say... Its- it's beautiful."

"I'm glad you like it baby," Marko kissed you softly. "I'd like you to stay here. If you want."

"You want me to move in?"

"Only if you are-"

"I'd love to."

Marko grinned widely, embracing you tightly.

That night you'd fallen asleep on your new bed, being hugged by Marko. He finally was able to let go of the stress he'd been feeling all month. You were here, with him. At home. Safe in his arms. He kissed you softly. "Goodnight baby," before he too fell asleep.

#the lost boys #the lost boys x reader #marko #david #dwayne #paul #long post

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lostbetweenvampiresandmusic · 4 years

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Heya! First off, I love your imagines they are awesome! Secondly, I wanna thank you so much for reblogging my own posts because every little bit of exposure I can get helps grow my new oage! I was wondering if I could get each of the Lost Boys reacting to their S/O being hurt. Like, the Frog Brother's mistake her for a vampire, and in the confusion she gets stabbed and is half alive. It doesn't all have to be gore and drama, maybe a little fluff after she's finally okay.

I totally love your stories! I'm so happy you're an active lost Boys writer 😊💕 I hope you like this :)

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David:

She wasn't supposed to be there. She had been sleeping next to Laddie in the cave, and now she was here, hurt, because of the Frog brothers. Right before he woke up he heard her scream "No!" and merely a second later she was stabbed, and those boys ran. He had scared them away, terrified of losing her.

"I need to remove the stake," he told her softly, her head laying on his lap. She nodded quietly. "It hurts.." Davids hand brushed against hers. He then pulled the stake out, quickly bandaging the wound. "My blood can heal-" "Not yet, please," she mumbled quietly. "You'll have to if you get worse, okay?" David looked at her, glad to see her nod.

"Please don't hurt those boys."

"They could've killed you." David was angry, rightfully so, but when he saw the look on her face he nodded. "I won't okay. I'll just let them know that if they hurt you again they're dead meat."

She smiled softly, carefully moving to sit in his lap. "You should try and get some sleep," he kissed her softly, as she looked at him. "Stay," she asked him, already half asleep. David chuckled, holding her close. He carefully stood up, laid her down on a bed and laid down next to her, holding her in his arms. Nothing would hurt her anymore.

.......

Dwayne:

Before she can fully fall to the ground, Dwayne is already next to her. He moves quickly to remove the stake, bite his wrist and give her his blood. In all that time she's unconscious.

It worries him. He lays her down on a bed, sitting next to it in the hope she wakes up soon. It's only an half hour later when she does, and the worry is written on his face. "Dwayne?" she asked softly, feeling a dull ache in her stomach. "What happened? Are- are you okay?"

He looks up and can't help but chuckle. "Yeah, I'm okay. You got staked. How are you feeling?"

"I- I guess I'm okay.. Are they gone?" she asked as she tried to sit up. Within seconds Dwayne sat next to her, helping her get comfortable. "They ran. David and Marko will go after them." "They wanted to kill you." "But they didn't. We're okay, and so are you."

She nods quietly, hugging him. "I was scared I'd lose you." He kisses her softly, helping her lay down. "Me too."

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Marko:

He'd felt the stake almost touch his stomach when it suddenly disappeared. And then he heard her cry. He jumped down, wanting to end the live of those boys, but needing to help his girl. He sat down on the ground next to her, pulling the stake out. He immediately let her drink from the bottle, knowing it would speed up the healing.

Anxiously he sat next to her, hoping the wound would heal soon. His hand brushed through her hair as he tried to calm her down. "That hurt," she mumbled quietly. Marko sighed. "No one asked you to jump in front of a stake." A small grin played on his lips.

"They were going to hurt you and-"

"I don't want you to get hurt because you feel the need to protect me. He wasn't hitting anything vital. I'd lived."

"But you would've gotten hurt."

"And now you are." Marko pulled her closer. "If you wanted my undying attention you could've said so you know."

"Do I have it?" Both of them smiled.

"Definitely," Marko kissed her softly.

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Paul:

Paul didn't know what was worse. The fact they'd let their guard down, the fact they were about to be killed or the fact his girl had been there to save them and got hurt in the process of doing so. He'd managed to take the stake out, and luckily it wasn't bleeding to badly.

"Can you distract me?" she asked him quietly.

Paul was quiet, before putting on some music. "What do you want me to do? Dance, sing-"

"Cuddle?"

Paul chuckled softly, laying down next to her on the couch. " C'mere."

She cuddled closer, laying her head on his chest. She played with the chains on his jacket, humming along to the music. "It still hurts."

"I know baby," he said softly, rubbing her back. "But you'll be okay."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. You got me to take care of you." a teasing smile played on her lips before she responded.

"And that's a good thing?" she was interrupted by Paul kissing her. "I think it is," she smiled, before falling asleep.

#the lost boys #marko #the lost boys x reader #david #lost boys #paul #vampires #dwayne

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thewidowsghost · 3 years

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The Unknown Muggleborn - Chapter 7