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tadc-harlequin-au · 11 months ago

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Touch-Starved (canon)

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otherwise known as; the part where The Puppetmaster finds out he has THE FEELINGS(™, patent pending) for the Combat Harlequin. lmfao

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"Almost..." His hand trembled at the last piece required. He carefully slotted the optics in place, and twisted the eye multiple times to stick it in place. Within moments, he steps back, and Bubble flared up alive again, checking out his new, updated vision. “Wow! I can see more colors now!” The Blimp spun in place.

“Those new eyes should allow you to broadcast anything you see to me, if I so wished.” He explains, pulling out a small, thin black screen from one of the the desk’s many compartment. He switches it on, and Bubble’s eyes suddenly have a tiny red dot blinking in the middle of it.

So far, so good. The device was working as intended and he could see the top of his dentures from Bubble’s perspective, making Caine grin proudly.

“You may proceed to do your chores once more, the upgrades are done.” He sends the blimp to his merry way, and Bubble only nods before turning away to make his way out of the office. He leans back with a content sigh and closed eyes, satisfied with the work done for the day.

At that very moment, Pomni also opens the door.

She looked… disheveled, to say the least.

“Oh hey Pomni!” The butler blimp greeted with his usual reply. The Harlequin only sent him a look of acknowledgement, knowing that it’s useless to try to spark up a conversation, as Bubble was already making his way out.

Caine blinked once, and then he blinked twice just to make sure he’s seeing things right.

Was she always this… dazzling? Literally? He could see sparkles forming everywhere.

She flipped her hair in a messy attempt to get rid of the strands currently stuck to the skin of her nape. Her trademark golden ponytail missing, most likely a B.O.S.S.’s doing. She made her way to Caine’s desk and he swears he could feel his heart beat faster and faster with each step she took. The Harlequin’s trademark squinted brows with half-lidded eyes meeting his own wide stare, a gaze that would typically make any person with a still-functioning sanity cower in fear.

She took a seat on his desk with her legs crossed and her back turned against him and leaning on her right arm, as she usually did.

“Here’s the die you asked for. Took me a bit, but still got the job done.” She checked her left arm for damages after she placed the multi-colored puppet heart in front of him, while she flashed her teeth with a victorious, smug smile. His words are caught in his throat and her entirety shines too brightly for him. He couldn’t understand it.

Why… did she seem like a flame, and he felt like an unsuspecting moth, drawn to her light?

He shook his head clear and forced his stare away from her direction, clearing his throat while clutching the die. “I-I see, thank you, Pomni. You-you’ve done… a… wonderful…” Her hand grasped his own and his heart leapt at his own throat. Her synthetic, calloused fingers felt so rough, yet so gentle against his own gloved ones that he considered taking them off.

“...j-job.” His breath hitched as he struggled to finish the end of his sentence, unable to tear his attention away from her eyes. He found himself gawking at her intense, golden eye matched with blue and red pinwheel ones.

“Aren't you forgetting something, Puppetmaster?” Her expression questioning, yet with a slight and subtle undertone of mischief glinted at her optics.

He couldn’t speak. He struggled to form coherent words. It felt like he was being strangled by an unknown force clutching at his neck, yet there was clearly no malice behind it.

“Wh… What am I forgetting…?” He asked in such a feeble tone that made her chuckle in such a low rumbling tone, snaring his full attention.

“Well, I think that I deserve a reward for my services. Don’t you think?” She stands up. Warm hands suddenly felt so cold and empty, and already he missed the warmth present just about a second ago. The Harlequin made her way towards him as he spun his chair to meet her halfway. Hand at her hips as she towered over his sitting form. He’s all of a sudden clutching at the armrest so intensely.

“Y-yes, of course! H-how could I forget!” He nervously chuckles, he would pull on his collar right about now. “What is it you wish to be rewarded with?”

He offers her his best smile, and she giggles as she shakes her head. Without any warning, she took a seat on his lap, and he went frozen. As if making one single move would shatter the very fabric of the universe. She leaned her head to his shoulder, fiddling with the collar of his shirt then her fingers trailed onto the underside of his chin to make him look at her. He shivered from the contact.

“You.”

He trembled as his face warmed up to uncontrollable degrees, and produced visible heat waves. Not even his self-installed coolants were helping him tone down the sudden rise in his body temperature in the slightest. He couldn’t control his shakes, making the Harlequin smirk, knowing that she had the Puppetmaster all wrapped around her finger.

He didn’t know what came over him, because now his own hands were making their way onto her thighs to pull her closer to him entirely, the other shakingly placing itself onto her shoulders and he could feel the way she sighs contentedly against his touch. He exhales a shaky breath himself, attempting to steel himself.

“M-my dear, a-are you positive that… that is what you’d like?”

It was better to be safe than sorry. She sits up straight, and for the first time, he regrets ever asking that question in the first place.

“Actually…” Her voice trails off playfully, while she stands up. “... Maybe I’d like something more.”

It only took her a finger underneath his chin to pull him as she leads him to a nearby wall. As if his own body had a mind of it’s own, he pins her in place with both arms adjacent to her head. His face leans in closer and closer to her with eyes closed, and she’s leaning up close to him, fully ready to accept his advances.

Pomni’s soft lips met his teeth, and Caine could smell the faint traces of grass and sweat rolling down from her synthetic skin, evident of her hardships from the recent battle. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and his loops around her waist to pull her closer, while the other cups at her face intensely. He savored her mouth as their breathing became heavy and fast-paced, only breaking apart for a mere second, gasping for air before delving back in to their desires.

Desire…

Quite the accurate depiction of how Caine truly felt for the Harlequin at this moment. He couldn’t quite decipher when this had started, though.

As if her intentions were to pry him away from his overbearing and unnecessary thoughts, Pomni pushed him away to pin him to the wall this time, continuing the liplock. He grunts from the impact, but gladly returns her enthusiasm with fervor as he loops his arm around her back, pulling her flush to him once more. Her hands made their way to the lower sides of his jaw to caress so gently, and he finds himself melting at every contact their touches made.

Without breaking the teeth-on-lip-lock, he steered their bodies onto the direction of his desk, leaving the Harlequin laying on it as he loomed over her, ravaging her mouth once more like the touch-starved man he was. He adjusted her thighs just enough to make room for him without making the position uncomfortable for the both of them, their heated make out session felt like it could go on forever as he gripped her waist tightly.

It felt like if he let her go, she would disappear all of a sudden. And he didn’t want that.

He made sure to not lean too much of his body weight onto her by propping himself up with his elbows, both hands find themselves cupping her face to keep her in place as her hands trailed all the way up from the lower arms to his shoulders to do the same to him. He broke the kiss to gasp for air, a string of saliva being the clear proof of their heated action, but quickly delved back into the riveting sensations of their activity.

Her touch against him were like magic; every contact sent shivers and jolts down his spine as she switched from holding his shoulders to holding his chest just above where a collarbone would traditionally be, pushing him away to let herself up. For a nanosecond he thought that maybe he went a little too far with his advances, until she disproved his theory by shoving him to one of the nearby long couches, only a pillow to cushion and soften his landing onto the furniture.

Quickly making up for lost time and contact, she quickly crawls to straddle his waist, clutching the back of his head to make him look at her, and her only. His hand found itself gripping at the back of her waist tightly once more, the other clutching her own head just to make sure she’s still there with him. Both were panting heavily, the room temperature very much heated as a result of their affairs.

His eyes looked at her longingly as he breathed heavily. “Pomni… I… I don’t think I want this to end.”

She flashed him a consoling smile.

The alarm rings, deafening the surroundings as he jolts awake, falling from his chair comically with a loud, slightly high-pitched scream emitting from his throat. He groans from the headache he had received from the impact to the ground, clutching at the top sides of his jaw, as he leans his head onto the desk for support.

His false heart was beating faster than when one would run; His face was flushed and he frustratingly ignores the heat from the rest of his body with a grumble.

He shifts his eyes to look around. Nothing’s changed. Everything was the same since Bubble left to do his daily chores.

He shakes his head and slams his face down onto the elegant desk, groaning depressingly and half-sobbing.

What the fuck? Was… WAS IT ALL JUST A DAMN DREAM!?

Oh, he could scream and cry into a pillow right about now. But the panicked angry screaming of a certain someone being bothered by the recent addition; the Ragdoll Mannequin that was “Ragatha”, suddenly grabs his attention. Now, he’s looking outside into the manor grounds from his office’s windows with a tired and questioning gaze.

“GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME!”

“But Mistress! You still haven’t tried out my trademark cookie recipe!! It’s GUARANTEED to be your instant favorite!”

“STOP CALLING ME MISTRESS! FOR THE LAST TIME, I DON’T CARE, GET THE FUCK AWAY-”

Caine sighed disappointingly to himself, dragging his hand across his eyes.

God fucking dammit. He actually feels something for her.

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I would say I'm sorry, but we all know I'm not. :)

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loth-creatures · 10 months ago

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Wolf Ezra's final form

Lothwolfwalkers

I've been frothing at the mouth to reveal this for some time, but I also wanted to put together a synopsis of what I imagine he's been through after getting blasted into the unknown and his time on Peridea. Also will include some lore I came up with for Peridea! This post will likely be edited/added to every so often.

Also! I have a sideblog now @lothwolfwalkers

Ezra's many new scars are mostly from the shattered glass flying around the Chimera's bridge. Thrawn has a matching set. Ezra fell into a very deep meditation upon entering hyperspace, using the Force to keep a bubble of life support for himself and Thrawn. During this time he converses with the Purrgil, and beholds way too much knowledge of the universe for one person to hold in their head. He's probably a little weird after all that; frequently spaces out very badly while experiencing intense visions of things he saw and learned but can't remember.

The Purrgil travel much faster than ships. It takes them three days to reach the other galaxy, whereas it takes the Sion a few weeks (I want the Sion's voyage to be very very miserable for everyone) I'm going wild with the ocean metaphors for space and the Force here; Ships only ever skim the surface of hyperspace, whereas the Purrgil evolved to sink far deeper, where the current is much stronger and farther from time and real space. Sort of like how we can cross the ocean's surface on ships but animals like sperm whales can dive to extraordinary depths on the power of their own biology. To the Purrgil an intergalactic voyage is a hop across the pond.

The Purrgil don't drop the Chimera off on Peridea. They track along the very edge of the galaxy and their first stop is a barren volcanic planet that I've been calling Hel in my head (gonna be leaning into the Norse mythology theme). Although if anything its more like Davy Jones' Locker from POTC: At Worlds End.

The Chimera crashes and is grounded here for several months. All the internal systems are dead, everyone is unconscious after dropping out of hyperspace (like after the jump through the star cluster to Lirasan). Ezra escapes the crash as a wolf, beyond delirious and exhausted, forgetting his human body. It's not long before he's tortured into returning to it. It's also not long before the crew of the Chimera regret that. They could barely contain him for long under normal circumstances, let alone while the ship is in shambles and their resources are limited. He certainly spends some time in the walls and any repairs they've made are severely set back by the time he decides to steal a TIE Defender and leave.

Ezra then does the only thing he can. He follows the Purrgil. With no means to navigate and no way to obtain fuel, the only path forward is that of the Purrgil, as fruitless a path as it is, for the Purrgils' destinations are isolated from any form of advanced civilization that might exist in the new galaxy. Ezra is a step ahead in terms of conserving fuel as he can hitch a ride with the Purrgil. However, Thrawn knows Ezra and the Purrgil are their only hope of navigating this strange galaxy, and surgically implanted a tiny tracker on Ezra’s human body while he had the chance. It takes Ezra several months to realize this, as Thrawn is careful about how closely they follow him. When he does, he takes the Chimera on a wild goose chase, trying to run the them out of fuel. By now he's learned he can run alongside the Purrgil as a wolf through hyperspace.

Ezra leaves his ship and body on the most barren useless planets the Purrgil stop by, and continues to follow them as a wolf for as far as he can, trying to map their routes in his head, trying to find the way home. Then doubling back in the ship, zig zagging, going in circles and doing everything he can to cover their tracks. This goes on for about a year. I suppose they must find some form of fuel somehow in order to continue that long, but its inefficient and damaging to the ships.

Thrawn occasionally threatens to recapture Ezra, in order to keep him moving, but doesn't yet know that Ezra knows about the tracker and doesn't want to give it away. Perhaps he does recapture Ezra once or twice. And immediately regrets it. No matter what they do to human Ezra, Wolf Ezra simply can't be contained and tends to short out the entire electrical system as he drifts on and off the ship, straight through the hull in his spirit form. Human Ezra causes lots of problems on the way out when he inevitably escapes. The entire crew just want him dead. But they also know he's their only chance of escaping this exile.

This cat and mouse game takes a massive toll on his own ship though, and by the time they reach Peridea, its completely broken down, out of fuel and will never get off the ground again. At this point Ezra uses the Force to locate and disable the tracker, but has no way to safely remove it from his body, which he's pretty pissed about. He disappears into Peridea's wilderness. The Chimera becomes a grounded fortress and will not lift off again for several years. While Thrawn contacts and makes allies of the Night Sisters, Ezra befriends the Noti and also becomes amicable with many of the bandit clans.

Except I'm not calling them bandits, they need actual names. After googling "old norse word for blank" a few times and taking the first result, I came up with Hundur Ridarri for the howler riders we see in the show, roughly meaning 'dog horsemen' and Vatn Fari roughly meaning 'lake farers' as I imagine Peridea having many massive lakes or seas, and many of the 'bandits' are mariners. Their ships are mostly made from the bones and skin of giant sea creatures, which they also hunt for food.

Wolf Ezra has been known to tow in derelict ships caught in storms or attacked by creatures of the deep, and has ferried survivors of shipwrecks to shore on his back. He is sometimes offered some of their catch in return. He mostly avoids them though, as they occasionally treat with Thrawn and the Sisters.

The Noti on the other hand keep to themselves and are so good at hiding that Thrawn doesn't even know about them. Ezra’s body is quite safe with them and in return he defends them and helps them find food, and is quickly adopted as one of their own. They mostly survive on the washed up corpses of lake creatures, which Ezra can sniff out from miles away, and can tear the carcasses open for them, saving hours of carving through tough skin and bone. Ezra can also stomach it as a wolf but prefers to fish along the shoreline.

Ezra can't stay undetected forever though, he's not exactly inconspicuous as a wolf. As Thrawn now has powerful allies and resources, he's made a project out of capturing Ezra and attempting to study his wolfwalker abilities, something the Sisters are intrigued by as well and keen to experiment on. The Emporer was highly interested even before they knew about healing powers and teleportation. If Thrawn is to return to the Empire, he intends to do so with something to show for it. And a bit of vengeance.

The Sisters do succeed in capturing and containing the wolf briefly several times. One of their smaller strongholds (known as Gleipnir after the string that binds Fenrir in Norse mythology) becomes increasingly dedicated to the project. Ezra always escapes, but it gets harder each time. And if they ever find his human body, it's all over.

Meanwhile, Ezra is still trying to find a way home. He has no way of carrying his human body with him, can only follow the Purrgil so far as a wolf. The further he gets from his body, the more tired and sick he becomes until he simply can't keep up and is slowly and painfully dragged back to his body through the Force. There is no chance of him crossing between the galaxies. But he tries anyway, hoping he can get stronger, run farther before faltering, hoping someday he will make it just far enough to tell someone where to look. He only succeeds in hurting himself. It's too risky to try stealing another ship off the Chimera, as they are actively using their remaining TIEs as bait and he cannot afford to get caught again now that there's a real chance he'd never escape.

The Purrgil may go to Peridea to die, but they don't all die at once; the young escort their elders to their final resting place, the elders in turn show the young where to go to visit their dead and eventually join them.

Back home, Kanan searches for Ezra through the World Between Worlds. He has no luck, as the wbw doesn't extend between galaxies. The new galaxy likely has its own version but they are not connected. Kanan feels in his heart that Ezra is alive, but has no hope of finding him. Meanwhile Sabine often has dreams as a wolf, running through the wbw, following Ezra's faint faint scent, only to run right off the edge of the map and fall to oblivion. Ezra cannot sleep as a wolf without falling straight through reality and onto the paths of the Purrgil, where every minute contains a lifetime and every pawstep crosses light years. It's so very easy to become lost.

#lothwolfwalkers #ezra bridger #star wars rebels #swr #sabine wren #kanan jarrus #ahsoka series #thrawn #sw rebels #rebels au

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thewertsearch · 1 year ago

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CURRENT carcinoGeneticist [CCG] RIGHT NOW opened memo on board TEAM ADORABLOODTHIRSTY. […] CCG: THE BARD OF RAGE IS ON THE LOOSE.

Bard of Rage, eh?

I don't see how it matches his Land, but it's becoming abundantly clear that it does match him. It probably means that the murderous frenzy he's about to unleash is aspect-enhanced, just like Eridan's Hope Wand.

This, I'm fairly sure, is the first time we've ever heard of Rage. We have no idea how Gamzee weaponizes his Title - nor what boons it might grant him, now that he's fully embraced its Aspect. His powers are a complete unknown, and a Rage attack could take many forms.

CCG: HE'S COMPLETELY SNAPPED, AND FOR THOSE OF YOU FURTHER AHEAD ON THE TIMELINE, I DON'T HAVE TO TELL YOU HOW DANGEROUS HE IS. CCG: REMEMBER WHAT HE DID TO THE BLACK KING.

We didn't know there was something off about Gamzee, but the trolls did.

His power was only hidden from us, as we laughed at the funny dancing clown, completely unaware of what was under the surface. Who would suspect the juggalo parody of being dangerous?

CCG: NOBODY COULD EXPLAIN IT, AND THEN HE JUST WENT BACK TO SPACING OUT FOR THE REST OF THE BATTLE. CCG: I MEAN SERIOUSLY, WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT. CCG: I DON'T EVEN THINK THE KING COULD FUCKING BELIEVE IT, FRANKLY. CCG: DID ANYONE'S ATTACK DO AS MUCH DAMAGE? I DON'T THINK SO.

His power is definitely applicable in combat, then. This is just a guess, but maybe he can store and release his repressed emotional energy?

Perhaps there was a moment where all of Gamzee’s latent Rage was released at once - and for one awful second, it was aimed directly at the King.

CCG: I DON'T EVEN THINK VRISKA'S DID, ALTHOUGH IT'S HARD TO SAY SINCE THAT WAS THE KNOCKOUT BLOW.

Typical. That girl's a born kill-stealer.

CCG: I GUESS WE THOUGHT IT WAS LIKE A SECRET JOKE POWER OR SOMETHING?

Well, there’s no reason it couldn't be. The problem is, joke abilities are often extremely effective when used strategically. Do you really want to face someone who’s using their meme powers competently?

PTC: nOw wHaT ThE MoThEr fUcK WiLl i bE SuPpOsEd tO Do? PTC: i'M nOt FoLlOwInG. CCG: PAST GAMZEE, GOD DAMN IT. CCG: I AM TRYING TO WARN PEOPLE OF YOUR MURDEROUS FUTURE SELF. CCG: THIS PRACTICALLY DOESN'T EVEN HAVE ANYTHING TO DO WITH YOU. CCG: NOW GO BACK TO GROPING YOUR HORNS AND BEING DISTRACTED BY COLORS YOU USELESS FUCK.

Karkat, god damn it, you have to respect him now! His future self will remember this when he’s sober, and he’ll be coming for you!

#homestuck liveblog #full liveblog #act 5.2 #3360 #s121

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lsd-astronaut · 2 months ago

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A Hobbit's Guide to Court Someone (Merry Brandybuck x Fem!Human!Reader)

Summary: Meriadoc Brandybuck has fallen irredeemably in love. It shouldn't be that hard to confess, right?

Purely indulging myself at this point with these stupid fics lmfao if you like it and want to see more, requests are open! Refer to the pinned post for the character list and the rules

Like and reblog!!!!

Post-writing edit: This is so long omg😭😭😭I cooked a bit too hard but I'm actually so proud of it. Yes, Merry, is a bit stupid in it, but we like an idiot in love

Couldn't bear to separate them but this is not a Pippin fic sorry guys he does appear tho!

Love. Such a beautiful word, that encompassed almost every other feeling. There existed as many interpretations of the concept as visible stars in the sky of the Shire. For one Meriadoc Brandybuck, love was not in his list of topmost priorities, nor he felt like it was something that truly suited him. This was not born from insecurity, he claimed, but simply out of convenience. Life was much more than 'tying the knot' as he so crashly put it. He still had some years of fooling around before he definitely had to inherit his father's position as Master of Buckland, and then he would just get together with whoever he saw first, his worry as nonexistent as that.

It all changed on the year 3018 of the Third Age, when his cousin Frodo just had to inherit a cursed ring that also acted as a weapon of mass destruction. But the gods be damned if he wouldn't help him.

Thirteen months and a destroyed ring later, he would say they have done a pretty good job at avoiding the global catastrophe of all time. Yes, the only victims had been his burnt arm, and Frodo's psyche being stretched out to its absolute limits, but it was nothing some rest in the Shire and a certain blonde hobbit that refused to leave his side no matter who complained couldn't heal somewhat.

And this is exactly when everything changed for one Meriadoc Brandybuck. All in all, it should have been a normal day in the Houses of Healing; his arm just needed the weekly checkup, a routine he had grown accustomed to and was also fairly insensitivized to. How could he have guessed that Éowyn's excited shout was a premonition of what was to come?

"By the gods! You're here finally! What took you so long?"

A giggle made Merry's ears perk up and he unconsciously turned a bit to concentrate on that unknown voice.

"The roads to Minas Tirith are in disrepair, so close we are still to the war, and our caravan stopped in every settlement along the way so we could help the survivors as much as it was possible."

"A noble endeavour, indeed." Éowyn smiled. "It is in your personality, after all. It shouldn't surprise me. But you're here now for good, aren't you?"

A bump on Merry's good shoulder made him break out of his reverie and he turned to look at the cause, which was looking at him with raised eyebrows.

"Are you even listening to me?" His younger cousin, Pippin, knew the answer before he could even open his mouth and shook his head. Any possible retort was rendered useless when the curtain to their section was pulled aside and the most beautiful person he had ever seen appeared on the makeshift threshold.

"Oh!" You smiled with a little surprise. "I had the impression I was only to treat one patient. Which one of you it is, then? Or perhaps it is a parent?"

Pippin had the gall to laugh at the human's words while Merry could do nothing but blush furiously as he noted that the gentle voice matched your appearance almost exactly.

"My name is Peregrin Took, and this is Meriadoc Brandybuck, my cousin. I'm afraid this is the most we'll grow, and even by hobbit standards we're extremely tall."

At least you had the decency to look embarrassed after the correction. There had been so many Big Folk who had just laughed at them and continued on to treat them like the children they looked like.

"My most sincere apologies if I have offended you, Master Hobbits. I must admit I had never met your kind, so I didn't know what it is that you look like. The feet should have been a clear indicator."

Once again, Pippin laughed but even Merry could notice the tinge of embarrassment that was hinted in his voice; hobbits had a lot of pride in their feet, and even some did intricate braids on their hair that even surpassed the skill of dwarves, although this was something said when the night had advanced and ale ran as easy as water. Still, for someone to so blatantly refer to others' feet was seen as scandalous at best and offensive at worst. Aragorn had known about this, having met Bilbo all those years ago, but it was no wonder other Big Folk didn't.

Clearing his throat, Pippin broke the tension and pointed at Merry. "He is the one with the wound. I was just here to give him some conversation."

You nodded with a smile. "A most effective strategy. Talking with someone is a good way to distract them from pain of any kind."

Walking toward the box with the supplies, you didn't notice the scowl Merry directed at his cousin, and the subsequent teasing grin from Pippin. Once you had grabbed everything you needed, you lifted the hobbit's sleeve and started prodding gently along the burns' outline. A sudden intake of breath made you look up.

"Did I hurt you?" Merry shook his head vehemently and swallowed, not daring to make eye contact with you. Humming in doubtful agreement, you continued with your ministrations. "Should I believe Éowyn about the cause of these burns?"

"Depends on what she said." The blonde hobbit's voice was a bit strained, but he cleared his throat to hide it.

"Oh, nothing, just that you saved her from being killed in battle by a certain Witch King." At his slight nod, you smiled gratefully. "She has been my best friend since we were little kids. Alright, all done!"

Merry looked down at his right arm, which was now covered completely by bandages. Something had been pressed at certain spots that ranged from his shoulder to his hand; a poultice, most likely. It was working, though, for he felt the coolness seeping in his abused skin, but it was a gentle thing, not like the freezing that pierced his nerves every now and then.

"If the bandages irritate your skin, or start itching, come back. I should not tell you that scratching is completely out of the question, right?" Merry nodded like an idiot. Your voice and presence had just that effect on him, and he had only met you for less than ten minutes.

With a satisfied grin at his understanding, you closed your supply box and stood up. "It was a pleasure to meet both of you, Peregrin and Meriadoc." And off you were.

Merry shook his head and looked down at his hands. A most unusual scoff sounded from his side.

"What is wrong with you?"

"Alright, so let me get this straight. You met someone and want to court her, yet you haven't spoken more than two sentences with her?"

"Aye, it was more like one sentence." Ignoring Merry's glare, Pippin continued. "You had to be there, it was really pathetic."

Sam nodded and sipped from his cup of ale. Honestly, he was more than used to Merry's and Pippin's shenanigans. But this? This exceeded even his wildest expectations. From Pippin he would have expected it, but Merry was supposed to be the mature one of the two. Now, love had its ways to make even the most logical person lose all their wits, and not even him had been left out, his love for Frodo a proof of it. So, Merry couldn't be faulted at all.

"You have to help me." Merry looked desperate, and Sam felt sorry for him.

"I understand, but nothing I tell you will work out if you can't even talk with her."

"I can talk to her." Sam raised his eyebrow, and Pippin muffled a snort in his own cup. "Okay, maybe she makes me a bit nervous, but I can definitely talk to her."

With a sigh, Sam looked up to the ceiling, gathering his thoughts. After some seconds, he looked at the two hobbits in front of him. Throwing back the last of the ale, he slammed the cup on the table and stood up.

"Alright, I'll help you. But you have to do exactly as I tell you."

The first thing that Sam had proposed was flowers. Everyone liked flowers, and Big Folk women were surely no exception. Having been helped by an amused Faramir who had given them access to the library, the three hobbits had created a bouquet that would have been the envy of everyone in the Shire.

Standing as he was now in front of your little study door, Merry was rethinking all his choices up to that moment. The bouquet was clasped in his hands, which clenched with a strength that still was barely enough to hide the trembling in his fingers. With a deep breath, he pressed his lips and knocked. You didn't let him wait for long.

"Hello? Oh, it's you, Meriadoc! I almost couldn't see you behind all those flowers. What brings you here?"

Not trusting himself, he simply thrust the bouquet towards you. With a surprised expression, you held them to your chest. "And what did I do to deserve these? Is it because of your arm? I was just doing my job." The little smile you flashed at him made his legs feel like melting butter. "But still, these are really pretty, and I was in need of some of these for my medicines. Thank you very much, Meriadoc."

You turned around and went to put the flowers on an empty vase by your window. The hobbit gathered his courage and cleared his throat, calling for your attention. But as your eyes met with his, it was like all his bravado had vanished in a puff of smoke. Instead, he only said "My friends call me Merry."

The wide grin you gave him was the final straw, and he turned around and ran out of the room.

"You did not. Tell me you didn't."

Merry just groaned as his head lay on the hard table in the pub they frequented after their daily obligations were completed. No pity was left on the hobbit's face that sat in front of him.

"Do you realize how rude that was? Actually, that isn't even the main problem at all. You couldn't even say anything to her."

"Now, that's not true." Merry lifted his face a bit and glared halfheartedly at Sam. "I did speak to her."

"'My friends call me Merry.' Astounding." Sam's tone was deadpan. "Should we call for a celebration?"

"I wouldn't be opposed to that." Pippin busied himself with his ale as the other two glared at him. "You could always invite her."

His older cousin shook his head. "Sam is right. I can't even string two words together when she is near me. A party would be madness."

Pippin scoffed and gave a pointed look at Merry. "Alright then, I have an idea, seeing as Sam's was not successful."

"Not because of its validity," came the sullen retort. "Should we be worried about it, though?"

The younger hobbit waved his hand dismissively. "Of course not! It's a pretty normal idea, all things considered. Now, you're in the Rohan army, it would not be strange that you got wounded during a drill and you had to go to the Houses of Healing. It doesn't even have to be an actual injury."

Merry mulled it through. He had to give credit to Pippin where it was due. He wouldn't have come with that idea in a million years. Perhaps this could be attributed to a deeply ingrained sense of justice, or more probably, he just didn't feel it right to lie to your face. Yet, was he truly this desperate to seriously consider it?

"I'll give it a try." He ignored Sam's wide eyes. "However, I'll get injured. It has to look real."

"You do you, Merry, just don't get knocked out or you won't get to see her pretty face," Pippin teased.

Putting Pippin's idea to practice hadn't been too hard. A most unexpected motion from Merry that had him positioned perfectly to get the flat of his opponent's blade straight on the face, and he was now sitting on a bed in the Houses of Healing, as you fretted over the bruises on his face. He'd have to give his cousin something as a thank you gift, perhaps a sweet from his favourite bakery.

"Now, how did this happen?" Your worried voice made him come back to reality. Maybe it was the pain that did the trick, for the words came forth with no trouble this time.

"A simple distraction and faulty footwork did it for me."

"Really? I have seen you fight." At his surprised expression, you rushed to explain. "My study's window overlooks the training field, and it's good entertainment when the paperwork is too much. Also, it's quite easy to tell you apart from everyone else."

Merry could only but blush furiously, which was concealed by the big bruise that surely covered his face at this point. That you had been watching him and that your eyes hadn't overlooked him shouldn't make his heart beat as fast as it was doing right now. Alas, these things cannot be controlled.

Your work done, you gave an appraising look that had Merry looking down like a lovesick fool. "If my word is something to be believed, I think that your pretty face will heal up nicely in no time."

Before he could open his mouth, a blonde head appeared on the door and called your name excitedly. You grinned at Éowyn and, after giving Merry the good to go, you walked up to her.

Once again, any possible conversation between you had been interrupted by someone or something. Wait, had you said "pretty face"?

"I can't believe it didn't work. It was actually a great idea!" Pippin was in disbelief after Merry had told them all about the interaction.

"At this point, it has to be your fault," mumbled Sam as he busied himself in peeling an orange. "If you can't talk to her, then nothing we tell you will work."

Merry hated that Sam was right, and bit his lip looking down while wringling his hands. "Perhaps all this was just a sign from the world that this isn't meant to be?"

"Wow, you weren't lying, Sam. He is that infatuated." Frodo chimed in from his bed to which he had been bound for the last weeks or so while he recovered from the whole ordeal of defeating Sauron. "Now, Merry, how about you listen to me? Invite her for a picnic in the prettiest place you know around these parts. Make sure you'll be alone and relaxed. The reason the other ideas didn't work was probably because you were too nervous."

It sounded like a good enough idea. Merry was a bit doubtful of it working, but he was nothing but a stubborn hobbit, and Frodo's proposal ear cuff stared at him in the face as if saying, What do you have to lose?

That you had accepted at all, even after every blundering of his from the last weeks, had surprised him in great measure. For him, it just attested what a big heart you had for everyone around you. And he wanted to get you all for himself? It was selfish, and it made his insides bitter at the sudden realization. Even if you didn't accept his feelings, he still wanted you to spend a nice afternoon.

"Did you make the food?" You smiled at him, as you bit onto a jam-filled pie. Conversation came so easily to you, and you were trying so hard to make him comfortable. Merry felt like an ass that he couldn't even speak or look at you normally. He was trying so hard.

"No," he shook his head. "One of my best friends made it for us."

Revelling in the flavour, you continued eating. "Well then, my congratulations to the chef. This is the best pie I've ever had."

"I'll make sure he knows it."

"You don't cook?" You smiled gently at him as he shook his head with clear embarrassment. "My mother tried to teach me when I was little, but I was more interested in reading my books, so you're not alone in your plight." Merry could feel a knot forming in his throat at your teasing voice. He had done nothing to deserve such trust from you. He did not answer you, instead busying himself with his own portion.

"Merry." Your clear voice cut through the murkiness of his thoughts like a sharpened knife, and he turned to look at you. "Is there something wrong?"

The hobbit shook his head, but you weren't fooled so easily, accustomed as you were to treating all kinds of patients. Frodo was a recurring one, and Merry knew how prone he was to retreating to his own mind when he was having a bad day, so it was no wonder you didn't believe him now.

"Don't lie to me, Merry. What is it?" You tried to look into his eyes, but he hid his gaze, as he was sure there were visible tears threatening to make their escape now. "Is it me?"

At that, Merry's head snapped up and he rushed to shake it when he saw your hurt expression. "No, of course not!" His voice finally came out loud and clear. "It's just that I like you so much that my words fail to come out."

Silence overcame the little picnic spot, only broken by the occasional bird chirping, and the wind rustling the trees around you. What had he just said? Oh, how he wished the ground could swallow him whole right this moment. Wait, you were smiling?

"Finally. It took you so long." You grinned and scooted closer to the gaping hobbit. "I thought you would never do it."

"W-What do you mean?"

"It means that Éowyn told me all about it some weeks ago after Pippin told her."

Merry couldn't believe what he was hearing. He furrowed his eyebrows. "Why didn't you say anything, then?"

"To be honest, I did not believe her when she first told me. But then you brought me that big bouquet of flowers that was twice your size, and it did dawn on me. Speaking of it, did the flowers have any special meaning in particular?"

Merry nodded, still dumbfounded. "Well, it meant 'I love you.'"

"Really?" Your eyes widened and so did your grin. "I'm afraid I only know about the medicinal properties of plants and flowers, and not their other meanings. I'll have to study on it."

"Are you joking?"

You scoffed, but the smile was still present. "Why would I be joking? Now, if I can be honest with you, Merry, I'll confess that my original plan was to leave the Houses of Healing after some days, and continue on my travels. Can you guess the reason of my staying?"

Merry shook his head, and you sighed before leaning forward, and gently grabbing his cheeks, brought your lips to his. The kiss was nothing out of this world from an objective perspective, and Merry had experienced more than he could count throughout his life. Yet, in that moment, he felt like a light was travelling across his body, illuminating even the most hidden nooks and crannies of his being.

After what felt like an eternity, you pulled away, and noises started surrounding him once again, focused as he was on you. A blush covered your face, and you grinned softly.

"Can you guess it now?"

Merry couldn't trust his voice now, and hoped with all his being that by staring at you, his eyes could do the talking for him. It seemed to work, for you laughed and leaned forward again. Now, more prepared, he eagerly returned the kiss.

Oh, love, what a beautiful and tricky feeling.

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Twisted Hearts 1 Chapter 4: Stealth Missions

Story Summary: When an unknown incident lands the students of NRC in a strange new world, they have to travel across worlds to find each other as well as trying to vanquish the darkness. Sounds.... easier than most of what they've been through this school year at least, but nothing is ever that simple, and a pair or adopted siblings will once again find themselves at odds.

Chapter Summary: The group rushes to take care of Clayton before he shoots any of the gorillas.... or them. Meanwhile Riku learns a bit more about his captor as his fortunes finally start to turn for the better with the help of a surprising ally.

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POV, Riku:

“Ugh…” I groan as I wake up. Was… was that just a dream- nope, still in Malleus’s room, great, that means I still made the worse choice of my life, and that girl is still….

“UGH!!” I shout as I throw a pillow across the room in frustration. I caused so much shit, and now I can’t even do anything to try fix it, god I’m useless…

Okay, calm down, having a meltdown won’t get me anywhere, Malleus isn’t here right now at least so now’s as good of a time as any to get out of here- and the door is locked, great….

“Alright then, plan B, look around and hope I can find something.” I think out loud as I start searching the room for anything I can use. Unfortunately I don’t see any trap doors or a window so my best bet is just to find a weapon, knock out whoever comes to open the door, and run for it. What do I do once I get out of the castle, I don’t know, but for right now I just have to get out-

“Hmm?” I hum as I look under the bed and while there’s nothing that can help I do grab the only thing under there out of curiosity, and it’s a picture frame with the picture inside being of four people, one of which I think is Malleus. I say I think because while the face, hair and eye colour plus the horns all match, there’s no flames or ink on the version of him in the picture, plus his skin looks like a normal colour instead of that sickly grey.

As for the others, one is a young man with pointy ears, black and pink hair and a cheeky smile, another is a very stern looking teenage boy with pointy but not as pointed ears along with green hair and gold eyes, and the last one-!!

“Okay, depending on what he sounds like maybe Malleus isn’t totally crazy for thinking I’m him.” I mumble as I get a good look at who I can only assume is the Silver guy I’ve been mistaken for, as while his eyes have a pink tint that mine don’t and he looks a bit older than me, other than that it’s honestly like looking in a mirror. It… I don’t know how else do describe it other than being weird.

Still, weirdness aside I put the picture back and get looking again. Malleus mistaking me for Silver might be more understandable now, and judging by how happy everyone looks in the picture I can guess that the reason Malleus is the way he is now is because something happened to them and in that way I feel bad, but right now that doesn’t matter. Whatever happened made him snap and now he’s working with a lot of evil people to do something bad that involves murdering girls, and that tells me all I need to know to know I have to get out of here.

“C’mon… there has to be something…” I grumble in frustration as I start checking the closest and shelves, and aside from some more pictures of those three people, confirming that they are close, as well as a few pictures of a tall boy with orange hair and bright green eyes plus a younger girl also with orange hair but who’s eyes are more blue green I can’t see anything helpful to this mess. UGH!!

“Alright, if there was ever a time for you to show up, now would be it.” I think as I focus as hard as I can to try summon a weapon like Terra, because by the looks of it that’s going to be my only chance.

“Please… come to me,” I beg as I keep concentrating, “any power, please come to me.… I need the power to travel the worlds and find my friends…. I need the strength to protect what matters… come on… COME ON-!!!”

Aha, yes, it worked!! It doesn’t look like the one Terra summoned, or the one I see in my dreams sometimes, but in my hand is a Keyblade styled like a bat wing with a blue eye by the handle. Slightly edgy but it looks sick and even if it didn’t I wouldn’t be complaining either way. The purple mist that’s fading that I guess came in when I summoned it is a bit concerning but I’ll worry about it later-!

“GAH!!” Okay… I didn’t realise I was literally jumping for joy… and I tripped…. Whoops. Alright, I’m calm now, all that’s left to do is to wait for someone to open the door and get out of here, and in that effort I press my ear against it to listen for any signs.

“Great, why am I on food duty,” I hear someone groan from outside and they sound close so that’s a good sign, “why couldn’t the boss ask someone else to do- hey, what are you doing here? Ain’t you want to be at the meeting? And if not then the bathroom’s that way-!”

“The one you see reflected in your eyes is your master. Answer when I ask. Bow when I command. Snake Whisper,” a vaguely familiar voice says outside which cuts the first speaker off, “good, now I want you to give me that key to the door, then lock yourself in a closet for an hour. Once that hour is up, you will forget any of this ever happened, understood?”

The first speaker doesn’t reply, but I do hear the sound of keys jangling followed by footsteps so he clearly listened. Before I can even question what just happened the key is inserted into the door so I back up and grip Soul Eater- how did I know it was called that? Anyway I get ready for a fight as the door opens-

“Viper?” I ask in confusion as the one other person from the meeting with a conscious walks in, and his hood has now been pulled up enough that I can see his eyes are grey, not to mention slit pupils which matches with his namesake, and also that he has some scars along his face.

“Good, you were paying attention,” he replies as he closes the door, “before you swing that thing at me, I’m on your side, I just want to ask some questions before we get out of here.”

“You… you’re helping me?,” I ask feeling grateful but also very much confused, “why?”

“Still slightly questioning that myself to be honest,” Viper admits looking more than a little exasperated, “Jaffar is definitely going to kill me when he hears about this, but… standing by and letting what happened during that meeting happen, not to mention all the other questionable stuff about this plan that was already making me feel uneasy, I’ve done some horrible things, particularly to people who trusted me, but this is too far. This isn’t the Great Seven I’ve heard about, so I need to get out of here, and you’re clearly just as miserable as me so I’m taking you with as well. Plus, being stuck with Malleus while he’s Overblotted sounds like a nightmare, and while I’ll fully admit I’m not a great person, I’m not heartless.”

“!! Oh,” I say struggling for words because I wasn’t expecting that, “I see… well, given some of the stuff I’ve done I’m not exactly one to judge so, just, thank you. But, what’s Overblotted? And you know Malleus?”

“Tch, here I thought I was the one asking questions,” Viper sighs, “but to answer now so I don’t have to later, we go to the same school together. Ours is a school for magic, and Overblotting is basically what happens when a mage uses too much magic while feeling strong negative emotions. Usually it kills whoever goes through it, but if you’re powerful enough you transform into a stronger but less mentally stable version of yourself. It’s why Malleus looks like… that, and it’s not the first time it’s happened to him….. it also happened to me but that’s a long story tied into the bad stuff I did so let’s save that for later.”

“Again, I won’t judge and I won’t ask,” I say starting to realise how Malleus went from how he looked in the pictures to now, “but ask me what you wanted to really quickly so we can get out of here.”

“Now you’re speaking my language,” he says with a slight smirk before getting serious, “alright, I have three questions for you. Who the hell are you, why do you look just like Silver save for the eyes, and how in the world did you get here to begin with?”

“My name is Riku, I’ve never met Silver in my life so I have no idea,” I answer before sighing as I awkwardly explain the last answer, “and… well, I was desperate to leave my home and explore, to avoid getting left behind by my friends, to be free of my boring life, that… that I let Darkness consume my home. It destroyed everything, sending a lot of people to other worlds…. And….. and killing everyone else, and that’s how I got here. Heh, you probably think I’m a monster after hearing that huh…?”

“!!!…. I think I understand better than you think.” Viper tells me after a shocked moment, and he’s looking at me without any hidden disgust or even pity but… understanding?

“What?” I ask without thinking because, what I did was horrible, how is he understanding?

“Ugh, I should really be saving this for later,” he sighs before explaining, “but… let’s just say I’ve been trapped in a special kind of hell for essentially my whole life, and my plan to get out of it for a year or two involved betraying someone who trusted me to get them expelled from school because while objectively they are a nice person, they’re also painfully naive and part of the reason I was in my awful situation. The plan almost worked too, but when I got caught due to some damn fish, I snapped and I used my magic to have my whole dorm try to kill them, and that’s when I Overblotted. And trust me when I say, the only reason that ‘tried to kill’ isn’t ‘killed’ is because those damn fish, Kalim, Strelitzia and Grim managed to stop me first.”

“!! I… can’t say I was expecting that.” I admit because what I did is still worse by a country mile… that is pretty bad.

“Don’t blame you, I’m not particularly proud of it in hindsight,” Viper agrees with a sigh, “I didn’t even get what I wanted, though being stuck in another world does have the unintended side effect of getting me my freedom for the time being. I’ll figure out how to make it permanent and free my family too, but for now this will do. And I hope this proves my point that desperate teenagers make dumbass choices. So no, I don’t judge you for what you did, and if you want to make things right then I don’t know, focus on just doing good once we get out of here. But beating yourself up over it isn’t going to help anyone. You made a bad choice, so just don’t let the people who got hurt be in vain by moping over it.”

“….. You’re right,” I say after thinking over his words and steeling myself as I grip Soul Eater, “my two friends are still out there, and I have the strength to protect them now, so I have to make sure nothing else happens.”

“That’s more like it,” Viper tells me with a small smirk as he pulls his hood back up, “now come on, let’s get out of this hellhole.”

“Right,” I agree as I quickly check to make sure no one is coming before we both leave the room, “thank you, Viper. For… well for all of this I suppose.”

“You can thank me by not slowing us down on the way out,” he replies with a slight eye roll as he takes my hand and starts running, “and I should’ve said this earlier, but for the record Viper is my last name, my first name is Jamil. Now come on, let’s bounce before any one of the numerous insane people here notice we’re gone.”

POV Switch, Silver:

“Hello?! Gorillas?! Are you around here?!?! Shout if you can hear us fellas!!!” Goofy shouts as we keep walking though the jungle.

“Ugh, this isn’t getting us anywhere,” Donald groans, “what sounds do Gorilla’s even make anyway?”

“The same sounds as monkeys I think,” Sora answers before doing his best impression, “you know, like ‘ooh ooh ah ah’.”

“Thank you for your genius display…” Donald quips with another groan making Sora pout-!

“Guys, can you not.” I tell them as I swat away another monkey Heartless. These ones thankfully aren’t too strong but I swear they’re like flies in the summer with how many are showing up.

“Sorry,” Sora apologises, “but why do you always have to be so grouchy around me Donald?”

“Because we’re trying to save all of the worlds and one of us has to take this seriously,” the duck answers simply, “not to mention having to do this with someone who’s less mature than my nephews isn’t making this any easier.”

“You have nephews?” I ask not expecting that, and neither is Sora based on his expression.

“Yup, Huey, Dewey and Louie,” Donald confirms, “I’ve been taking care of them for a while now, and when I’m busy like I am now they stay with my Uncle Scrooge.”

“Huh, didn’t expect you to have such a big family, that sounds pretty nice,” Sora admits making Donald smile, “what about you Goofy, any surprise relatives we should know about from you?”

“Not really a surprise but, I do have my boy Max.” Goofy answers with a smile- wait.

“YOU’RE A DAD?!?!” Sora asks before I can because yeah, wasn’t expecting that… but I guess that explains how he’s been so patient with all of our nonsense.

“Hyuck, yup!,” Goofy confirms as Donald sniggers at our surprise, “he’s actually about the same age as you Sora, once all this is over maybe I could introduce ya.”

“I like the sound of that!” Sora agrees with a smile and I let out a small sigh of relief that everyone seems happy now. Hopefully there won't be any more incidents-!!

*BANG*

“AGH!!” Donald yelps as he jumps into Goofy’s arms in shock.

“Gun fire, Clayton’s close by,” I state as I realise what this means as we all draw our weapons (well Goofy does it once Donald jumps down anyway), “everyone, be on guard.”

“Right.” Sora agrees as we all move forward slowly, though Goofy especially takes the lead with his shield covering us as best as he can, which is definitely a good idea given that we’re dealing with a gun.

“Anyone see him?” Donald asks as we arrive at a clearing-!

*BANG*

“WHOA!!” Goofy yelps as the bullet hits his shield but the impact sends us all skidding.

“Found him,” I say as I point my Keyblade in the direction of the bullet and quickly cast, “blizzard!!”

“GAH!! Oh you nincompoop!!,” Clayton shouts as we all run over to the source, “let’s see how you like this you cheaters!”

“Says the guy who’s bringing a gun to a sword fight- whoa!” Sora fires back but cuts himself off as we all move away from Clayton’s new mount, a chameleon Heartless. Zooterkins.

“First monkeys now this, what are they making Heartless out of- WAH!!” Donald shouts in frustration as he jumps out of the way of a tail swing before ducking behind Goofy’s shield to not get hit by the gun.

“Okay, here’s the plan!,” I say as I quickly use my magic to expand the shield to buy us more time, “Sora, Donald, you two fire as much magic as you can at the Chameleon and try to kill it, and Goofy you keep them safe. I’ll go for Clayton.”

“Sounds good, save for the last part- fire!,” Sora replies as he shoots out a fire spell, “what if he hits you?!”

“I’m the only other one who can use a shield, and I have a Keyblade,” I point out as I summon a shield with magic to prove my point, “I’ll be careful I promise.”

“You’d better!” Donald tells me with the same kind of aggressive concern I’ve seen from Sebek.

“Duck back here if you need more cover!” Goofy adds as he keeps the shield up strong, and with that and a still concerned but encouraging nod from Sora I run out of cover with the energy shield I cast (thank you Idia for showing me how to do this) and, well, the good news is that Clayton isn’t focusing on shooting the others anymore so they can fire on the Heartless relatively easily. The bad news is that the gunfire is all focused on me now, so getting close is going to be tricky but this shouldn’t be too bad-

“BLIZZARD!!” Donald casts from behind the shield as it hit’s the Heartless… but it also almost hits me… I’ll shut up about things not being too bad clearly that’s just going to jinx it!

“Stay down like the mongrel you are!!” Clayton shouts as he keeps shooting at me, and it’s at this point that I get an idea.

“I could say the same thing about you jerk!” I shout as I jump up and just ram into Clayton, tossing him off the Heartless- and also tossing me off whoa whoa whoa!!

“That could’ve been better…” I mumble as I recover from the tumble and get to my feet-!!

“I’ve got you now,” Clayton says with a smug expression as his shotgun is pointed right at my head, “time to say goodnight!!”

No no no no this is bad this is very very bad!! Quick, where’s my magic pen I need to recast the shield- it’s by Clayton’s foot damn it!! Alright, plan b, time to pray that a fire spell is faster than a bullet because if not… no, I’m not thinking about that scenario, I’m not dying without seeing them all again!

“Father give me strength!,” I mumble as I regain my composure enough to summon my keyblade and cast as fast as I can, “FIRE!!”

“I’llmakeyoupayforthatbraceyourselfBettheLimit!” Wait, what-?!

*BANG*

“AGH!!” Clayton screams as the bullet flies back and hits him in his shoulder while I just about manage to duck out of the way of my fire spell coming back towards me. What, what was that?

“HAH!!” Tarzan shouts as he comes in from out of nowhere and decks Clayton in the face as the two start fighting along with the rest of Heartslaybul. Well, all of them save for Deuce who’s on his knees in front of me right now looking frantic.

“Oh thank the Queen you’re alright,” Deuce sighs in relief, “that was way too close.”

“Yeah, clearly,” I agree as now the adrenaline is wearing off I feel exhausted but not in a ‘I need to sleep’ way but just generally tired, “but, wait, are you the one who blocked it?”

“Yup,” Deuce confirms as he hands me back my magic pen, “honestly I wasn’t even one hundred percent sure if my Unique Magic worked on bullets but worse case scenario it would've been in my shoulder which is still better than it being in your head.”

“I… I’m not sure I feel about you risking yourself for me like that but, thanks for the help,” I admit as I manage a smile making Deuce look chuffed before turning back to the action, “want to get some payback, looks like the idiot is finally out of ammo.”

“Sounds good to me-!….,” Deuce says as he gets a to quote Idia ‘dumb idea face’, “Are you okay with me throwing you like I threw Ace at the Heartless in Wonderland senpai?”

“Can’t say that was on my bingo card, but if you can manage let’s do it.” I agree getting ready as I draw my Keyblade. This is followed by a very excited Deuce somehow picking me up and holding me over his head.

“On three!,” Deuce tells me as I get ready, “one, two, three!!”

“What- Juice is this just going to be a thing from now on?!” Ace asks in confusion as Deuce throws me past everyone and as everyone is questioning what’s happening, including Clayton who just looks terrified, I hit him as hard as I can with my Keyblade, and while it doesn’t finish him off it does knock him clean out.

“Well… can’t say I was expecting that but it is clearly effective, well done you two, and I’m glad you’re both safe given what this madman was doing.” Riddle tells us both after a moment making Deuce even more chuffed and I’m just relieved that’s all over- wait… what happened to the Heartless-?

“INCOMING!!!” Sora shouts as a shadow appears over us, prompting Tarzan and Cater (plus a few Cater clones) to pull us all out of the way… right before the chameleon Heartless falls out of the sky and lands on Clayton…. Is he dead?

“Um, I didn’t think both of us casting blizzard at the same time would do that.” Donald admits as we all just stare at the chaos for a moment, at least until Sora breaks the tension by laughing. Yeah, we needed that.

“Is everyone alright?” Jane asks in concern as she runs out of the bushes to check up on us.

“There was a close call but we’re okay,” I tell her which lets Jane let out a sigh of relief, “are the Gorilla’s okay?”

“A few of them were stuck in traps but they’re all alright.” Trey answers which that’s a relief, looks like alls well that ends well after all-

“What… that?” Tarzan asks in confusion as he and Jane are staring at something, and when I look to see what it is-! Oh, it’s the Keyhole! That’s convenient, but I think we’ve earned some convenience after that.

“Don’t worry, that’s normal,” Cater assures the pair before turning to Sora, “let’s lock it up So’.”

“You got it!” Sora replies as he pulls out his Keyblade and points it at the Keyhole, making the light beam come out again and locking it up.

“Alright,” I say before turning back to Tarzan and Jane, “the Heartless shouldn’t be showing up again any time soon, so the jungle should be safe.”

“Thank you.” Tarzan tells us with a smile and Jane also smiles brightly at the news.

“Don’t sweat it, might as well do some good while we’re passing through,” Ace says to them before smirking, “though, if you wanna thank us-“

“Can you tell us if you’ve seen a blonde girl in a blue dress? Or anyone in this photo?” Trey asks the pair just in case Ace was planning on saying something dumb, though the first years pout and mumbling about how he was gonna say that at least hopefully mean he wasn’t.

“A girl with red hair about my height and a guy who looks like Silver but shorter too.” Sora adds.

“Hmm…. I can’t say I have,” Jane admits and Tarzan also shakes his head, “we’ll keep our eyes open for them though.”

“Much appreciated, thank you,” Riddle thanks them before turning back to me, “we’ll find them, I promise.” !! Oh, I guess my worry is getting visible huh…?

“I hope you’re right…” I admit because yeah, I’m definitely getting worried at this point, me almost dying before I could ever see them again doing nothing to help matters, but worrying won’t get me anywhere. I just have to keep calm, and try to focus. I will find them, and… I’d say or else I’d die trying but after today I’m going to avoid dying at all costs.

“Guess we should probably head back to the ship then,” Goofy says, “we parked it behind the camp before ya get worried.”

“Yeah, I was just gonna ask where it is.” Sora jokingly admits before turning to Donald with puppy dog eyes.

“….. Ugh, fine, one lesson, and if we crash I’m tying you to your chair for every flight going forward.” Donald relents with a sigh, making Sora and Ace hi five as we all head back, hopefully to something less… chaotic.

POV Switch, Riku:

“Are we almost th-!?” I ask before getting cut off by Jamil covering my mouth and pulling me into a corner just in time to not get seen by some of Maleficent’s minions.

“Rule of thumb, when you’re trying to be sneaky, don’t talk unless you half to, and when you have to, whisper,” he whispers/hisses to me once the coast is clear, “and to answer we are almost out of the castle, but once we are we’ll be out in the open so we’ll have to act fast to get out.”

“Right,” I say quietly as Jamil takes my hand and we get moving again, “what’s the plan by the way?”

“It’s complicated so I’ll explain when we get there, now come on.” Jamil tells me clearly eager to get a move on which, mood, so I pick up the pace and after what feels like an eternity but what’s probably just a few minutes we make it to the front-!

“What the-?!” One of the two minions at the front gate asks as he sees us, but he doesn’t get to say anything else as I quickly knock him out with Soul Eater. Hah! I could get used to this!

“The one you see reflected in your eyes is your master. Answer when I ask. Bow when I command. Snake Whisper,” Jamil quickly says as he points some kind of wand at the second minion and when he looks at us the minion freezes and his eyes go red, “hide your friend, then go away and forget any of us this ever happened.”

“That is cool, impressive and terrifying all at the same time.” I admit as the minion does exactly what he was told, making Jamil look a bit shocked before a proud smirk appears on his face.

“Heh, glad someone who’s not annoying noticed,” he chuckles before taking my hand, “we’re almost there, just have to jump down a few of these then we’re in the clear.”

“A few of what- never mind that answers that question!” I ask as I see a a lot of ice like platforms hovering over a massive chasm. That…. On no.

“Calm down, they’re not actually ice, I tested.” Jamil assures me with a sigh as he jumps down. Welp, don’t want to hold us up, let’s hope all of my races with Sora trained me for this!

“Hah!” I yelp as I jump down to the first platform and thankfully I land just fine, and a few more jumps later I make it to what looks like the entranceway to this place.

“Alright, still not dead somehow,” I say as I let out a sigh of relief before turning o Jamil, “so, what’s the plan from here?”

“You cover me while I try to get a Dark Corridor open.” He explains as he starts focusing on something with his wand- wait…

“Dark… Corridor…?,” I ask feeling uneasy about this now, “we’re using… darkness to get out?”

“Ugh,” Jamil groans as he stops concentrating and turns to me, “look, after what you told me I get why you don’t like this stuff, but dark magic isn’t inherently bad. Do people do horrible things with it, yes, but they also do good, and the same is true with light magic so it’s not 'one size fits all'. What will get you in trouble with it is panicking, so don’t start stressing out just because I’m using it, alright?”

“Right, sorry.” I apologise as I try to calm down. I….. I don’t trust myself to use the darkness again, especially after what I did and how it somehow felt good at the time, but… Jamil’s using it just fine and I trust him so… maybe it is alright? Maybe… it can be used for good… to protect others-!!

“Whatever I did I didn’t mean it!” I blurt out as I recover from something jolting up my spine, and when I look at my hands I see a now familiar misty purple around them, oh no-!

“Well, even if you didn’t intend it, it did the trick, Dark Corridor is open,” Jamil tells me as we both look at the swirling dark portal with surprise though he also has a slight bit of exasperation to his expression, “once we’re in the clear I’d better show you how to get that under control before you hurt yourself. For now let’s just get out of this hellhole.”

Putting aside my shock, as well as my concern about what’s going on with me, I nod in agreement as we both run through the Dark Corridor. Where is this going, I have no idea but anywhere is better than here so as long as it’s not somehow worse I’ll take it.

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JAMESON TAKES AVERY ON A HELICOPTER RIDE

fearless - averyjameson

wc: 570 a/n: my parents everyone!! masterlist

avery had been sat at her desk all day, settling her charities, talking with lawyers, working on the yearly addition to the hawthorne house, — all in all, she was overworking herself.

jameson could sense it with just one look at her, even when she insisted she was all good. the way her eyebrows were in a constant frown and her lips always seemed tense; it told him everything.

in all honesty, he wanted to kiss all her tension away, whisk her out of that damned chair, and bring her somewhere far, far away from her work for a while.

but that was irresponsible, reckless, and impulsive.

but who would jameson hawthorne be if not those three words?

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“you,” jameson said, grabbing her hands and pulling her out of her desk’s chair, “need to get up. come with me.” avery stumbled on her feet for a second as he dragged her along, before matching her pace to his fast one, “hey, what are you doing? i need to-“

“heiress,” he cut off her stressed rambling, “don’t worry about it. just follow me.” his head turned for a brief moment to send her a grin.

“well, how am i not supposed to worry about it?” she scoffed in disbelief. “what if i pulled you up and out of your chair and started dragging you to an unknown location?” her voice took on a hint of sarcasm as she spoke.

she was evidently on edge, working all day and dealing with far too many things.

his smile widened as he turned around, walking backwards but still holding her hand.

she could feel her stress dissolving at the mere sight of her boyfriends grin, because she knew he was just trying to make her feel better. “well then, avery, i would be smiling ear to ear, living out my wildest dreams.”

she pressed her lips together trying to hide her grin, but it was useless because a laugh escaped anyway. “you’re so strange.”

“thankyou. people say it’s one of my best qualities.“ he turned back around, a smile on his face and satisfied that avery was no longer as anxious.

“… what people?”

he paused, “just, you know… people.”

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avery eventually realised he was leading her to the helicopter pad — one of his favorite places in existence, and a frequent place where their dates started.

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as he handed her the helicopter headset, she asked him a question. “can i drive the helicopter this time?”

he strapped on his own headset as he spoke. “you see, i would say yes, but i’ve unfortunately been a victim of being in a car when you drive. so it’s a no from me.”

her jaw went slack. “a victim?”

“yes. a victim. i could teach you, if you’d like.” his grin only widened at her expression. “i know it’s already hopeless for you with driving, but i truly believe that with enough practice—“

she almost laughed in spite of herself, “—alright, that’s enough from you.” she cut him off, trying to hide the smile on her face because she knew on some level he was right. her driving was sometimes atrocious.

she pushed past jameson and climbed in, “get in the helicopter, mr dramatic passenger.”

he gasped in mock offense, “are you victim blaming me?” he exaggerated, bringing a hand to his chest as he walked over to the pilot seat door.

she rolled her eyes jokingly as he simply stood outside the door with his dramatics. but she ended up laughing at his antics anyway, which was his goal all along.

“yes. now get in.”

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frost-queen · 2 years ago

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To his liking // part 2 (Reader x Steve Raglan /W. Afton)

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Summary: Hired, you have your first glance at the old pizzaplex. To your surprise Steve is there for unknown reasons. The job description slowly becoming more clear when you finally meet what's behind the curtains. [series]

The car lights dimmed on the sign board. A happily looking bear waving with a mic in his hands. Eyes still glued on the sign, you opened the door, getting out. Seeing how the building was in it’s worst shape you seemed to pity it. Pity a building, strange. Nothing in the nearest range. Completely cut off from the world it felt. A hidden secret amidst the jungle. Shutting the door you approached the building more.

On your way you reached for the key Mr. Raglan had given you after your job appointment. An old key with a pizza slice keychain. Standing in front of it, you saw how dirty the windows were. With your sleeve you wiped it across the window, trying to clear it. It was helpless. So much dust and dirt collected over the years. Pressing your arm against the glass, you neared to peek inside.

How could you do your job when the place seemed deserted. Clearly no one would hold their birthday parties here anymore. Not at the state of it. – “Beautiful isn’t it?” – you suddenly heard startling you. Gasping loud you turned around, heart skipping a beat at Mr. Raglan. – “Mr. Raglan what…” – you started wondering what he was doing here.

He didn’t acknowledge your answer, looking at the building. – “It’s a shame it lost it’s glory. Oh what a glory it was.” – he spoke. You rose your eyebrow feeling as if he spoke from experience. – “Did… did you come here when you were young?” – you asked him. His eyes batted down to you. – “No.” – he answered in all seriousness. – “Shall we go inside?” – he had clasped his hands together, rubbing his palms together.

You simply followed as he gestured for you to open the door. So you did feeling his presence close by. The door opened as you walked into the dark entrance way. Mr. Raglan came standing beside you, staring with some pity at the destroyed interior. Tables and chairs flipped over. Litter everywhere. Crumbs and dust covered the carpet. It didn’t match up to why you were here.

“Mr. Raglan?” – you started wanting to speak him about it. He interrupted you only thinking of his own pleasures. – “Come I’ll show you the stage.” – he took you by the wrist, pulling you along. He manoeuvred with you through litter and fallen tables to get to the stage.

“You’ll be right in your element.” – he said pulling you along. He come to a stop at the stage, taking a moment to look at it. – “Mr. Raglan I don’t understand what…” – you began again once more cut off by him. – “Wait here.” – he said letting go of your wrist. – “But…” – you spoke words useless to his calling. Raglan disappeared in another room leaving you alone. You took a moment to look around. Is this where you needed to be? Did you even want to stay?

Something about this place made you feel uneasy. This was no place to play dress up for some kid’s birthday. You started to question what your purpose was. Was Mr. Raglan pulling a prank on you? The curtains were not evening up leaving you with a few millimetres of room to peek through the curtains. You tried looking through the small gap, wanting to know what was on stage.

It was too dark to see anything. Vaguely you could make out a few shapes. – “Mr. Raglan?” – you called out. Leaning in more, you slowly moved your hand up to the curtain. With trembling fingers you neared the curtain. Reaching for it. Wanting to know what secrets they held.

Your finger touched the fabric ready to pull the curtain back when the lights flashed on with a loud thud. It made you scream pulling your hand back when the curtains got pulled back. Revealing three standing animals. A bunny, a chicken and a bear.

You jumped back shockingly when lights started to flash on stage. The animals suddenly moving in sequences. Music blasting out of some boxes. The bunny playing the guitar as the bear moved his mic up and down. His mouth opening and closing, head turning in shocks. – “The fun is starting. A celebration that lasts eternally.” – the bear sang. The bear’s head turned to you, body moving forwards as he stared right at you. – “We are always watching.” – he sang sending a rush up your spine.

Something about his words sounding chillingly. The chicken was moving around holding a cupcake in her hand. The bear continued to sing till his voice started to deepen and slow down. Your eyes widened seeing their movement die out till they came to a stop. No more singing. You jumped when Raglan appeared from the side on the stage.

“They aren’t what they used to be.” – he said half chuckling. He came walking amongst them to the front of the stage. – “Did you enjoy the show?” – he asked. When you didn’t answer he dropped his smile. Raglan hopped off the stage to join you once more. He threw an arm over your shoulder, pulling you close to him. – “Meet Bonnie, Freddy and Chica.” – Raglan introduced. You moved your hand up not sure why you were saying hello to some puppets. – “What are…” – you started interrupted by Raglan. – “Animatronics.” – he explained.

You hummed astonished. – “So you expect me to give a little show too?” – you asked him. Raglan looked mischievously down at you. – “Let me see what you got doll.” – he spoke back with half a smile. You walked off as his arm fell from your shoulder. He watched as you went to search for something. Now that the place was lighted up, you had a better look at it. You grabbed a chair that seemed the best.

Setting it in front of the stage. You then grabbed Raglan by the arms, sitting him down on the chair. He smiled beyond himself when you went up to the stage. – “Chica, Freddy, Bonnie mind if I share the stage with you?” – you asked not sure why you were even talking to animatronics. The animatronics standing still in their worn out position. Freddy bend over.

Chica turned away from the crowd and Bonnie with one arm up. You pointed at the side hinting to Raglan if that was where you could find the music. Raglan pulled his shoulders up, not helping out. You went off stage. Raglan seating himself better with anticipation. It felt like he was about to witness his wildest dream.

The music started as the animatronics started to move again. Raglan smiled when you appeared on stage again. Positioning yourself beside Freddy. Freddy was singing as you danced by his side. Gesturing out movements with your hands and moving a bit with your hips.

Raglan inhaled deep leaning forwards. Elbow resting on his knees as his hands were pressed together under his nose from excitement. You caught up with Freddy’s words joining him. – “Come get to know me, and you won't want to leave after tonight. Down here, we're lonely, and we would love you to join us for a bite” – you sang along with Freddy.

Raglan staring hungrily and beyond happiness at you. The music died out again as you felt a bit silly now. Feeling all shy and flustered. Raglan got up clapping loudly. – “Bravo Y/n!” – he cheered, throwing you a kiss hand. You went to the front of the stage as Raglan met up with you. He helped you down the stage. Arms around your waist as he had picked you up and set you back down.

“You are a natural Y/n.” – he said. You smiled breathlessly back at him. – “So Mr. Raglan.” – you started as he had turned away from you. He hummed loud to acknowledge your attention. – “I wanted to ask you about the job description again. It seems a bit unclear to me.” – you explained wondering what your purpose was here.

He turned back to you moving his hands down on your shoulders. – “You will entertain them.” – he spoke making you frown. – “Entertain who?” – you questioned not sure. Which kids would come here at night to host a party?

Raglan turned you around towards the animatronics. – “You’ll entertain them, bunny.�� – he whispered at you, pressing his fingers deeper into your skin. – “The… animatronics?” – you wondered half in shock. Raglan lowered his head to your shoulder. – “They’ll love you, just as much as I do.” – he said. You turned round back to him. – “You want me to entertain them?” – you asked again.

Raglan sighed annoyed. – “Yes dear bunny that is the task.” – he tapped playfully on your nose. Your eyes slightly widened with all the warnings going off in your head. There were so many wrongs about this. – “It’s not hard to follow instructions Y/n.” – Steve spoke cupping your cheeks. – “The stage is yours Y/n.” – he looked down at you with a smile.

“Enjoy your first night of many.” – he finished brushing his thumb against your cheek. He let go of you, walking away from you. You stood frozen. Unable to move from both the shock and his lovely touch. Raglan went back through the door disappearing into the night. He wasn’t gone for a minute as the lights fell out.

Leaving you back in complete darkness. Startled you heard some sudden noises from behind you. An uneasy feeling something was nearing. You slowly turned your head to the side. Eyes widening when you looked over your shoulder. Eye to eye you stood with shiny eyes. Those of an animatronic.

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gege-wondering-around · 3 months ago

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Several sentences saturday

ny beloved, precious @dontcallpanic was so sweet to tag me for this and I'll catch the bait by giving out a bit of a WIP in itself. (this is Part2 of this)

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In the unknown setting of the inside of his mind controlled by the fox, Derek had little chances to actually win against the spirit, who was more agile and fast in each of its movement, leaving the wolf stumbling on his legs after a hit or with a hit in the air from an attempted strike; Stiles wanted to give it a try himself to see if he could hit the Nogitsune, just because.

“Derek!” It escaped his mouth before he could put any filter on it, but it got no reaction from neither of the fighters, both perpetually busy with their useless, endless fight for nothing. Stiles sighed, shaking his head in the green atmosphere when he caught a glimpse of something in the corner of one eye.

“He doesn’t hear you, Stiles.” A phantom of another Nogitsune said as it stood by his side, unbothered and immersed in watching the fistfight going on before them both; Stiles instinctively backed off but the fox didn’t even care, just senselessly remained there without paying to the boy any of its usual unwanted attention.

A pair of green pools set calmly on him as the spirit turned to catch Stiles’ shocked expression, a small, sad smirk on its features as it talked with an unimpressed tone. “Don’t worry,” it assured, “he’s keeping me all to himself.”

Before Stiles could utter a word, something else caught their attention.

On the other end of the infinite space they were all in, Derek spit to the floor a gash of blood after his Nogitsune kicked him in the stomach with its knee; Stiles’ Nogitsune, still standing quietly by his side, watched the scene with a glee in its rotten eyes, content with the result of its own effort. The boy didn’t avert his gaze, trying to pass to the wolf his own strength with a stern, fierce look while his previous question was being hung in the air.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Sure, it made sense given the actual comatose state Derek was in, but it interested Stiles to understand how that was even possible to begin with. How was the wolf holding off the fox?

The fox stood proudly to his side, both their eyes on the match as it spoke with a tender hint of possessiveness towards Derek; it made Stiles’ stomach flip as the next sentence exited those cruel lips he remembered whispering in his ears about his mother’s passing, how it was his fault. He wondered for a brief instance if that guilt game was still going on for Derek and he got an answer pretty quickly.

“He might be the stubborn, silent mule you threatened me with months ago…” Stiles gripped his teeth at the mention of their first encounter with Derek present as well, but listened regardless of the wave of anger in his veins. “But even if he doesn’t talk, he is surely willing to fight for eternity if it means keeping you safe,” before it finished, it smirked and licked its lips. “For once.”

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i wanna tag some of my lovelies cause ive missed them deerly and i wanna reach out to them, so once again, im catching the bait! softly tagging also for the several sentences game @patolemus @jadezdominion @seaweed-water @demonicfaerie @oldefashioned @meelopee

also, if there are any mistakes, you didnt see them

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thebibutterflyao3 · 1 year ago

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Day 17 - Prompt: Nice @wolfstarmicrofic

January Daily Series - 712 words

<<<Previous Part OR Start Here

Remus chewed the inside of his cheek while he stared at his mobile screen. Lily said Sirius was going to text him for directions when he’d picked up the take-away order. He was trying not to panic about the idea of Sirius in his flat, but it was useless.

The longer he waited, the more he regretted his procrastination in washing the dishes yesterday. His gaze drifted to the kitchen door that hid the stack of rinsed-but-not-scrubbed plates and mugs that were neatly stacked beside the sink. Living alone meant that he didn’t create many dishes, but it also meant that he alone was responsible for washing up.

Generally speaking, he kept the flat nice and tidy. Mostly so that Lily wouldn’t scrunch her nose when she walked inside. It was never as immaculate as hers because Remus wasn’t that motivated.

His phone vibrated in his hand and all he could do was stare at it. “Unknown number” had to be Sirius. After three deep breaths, he swiped past the lock screen.

Unknown Number: Remus?

Remus: Yes, is this Sirius?

Unknown Number: Yep. Lily gave me your number. Where am I bringing your lunch?

Remus quickly typed in his address, then saved Sirius’s number in his phone. He contemplated adding emojis or a nickname like he had for Lily and his parents. The best he could come up with was “Padfoot’s Dad” with a black dog emoji.

Padfoot’s Dad: Oh good, you’re close. See you in ten.

Remus: Alright.

He set the mobile on the side table and grinned to himself, unable to fully believe that he’d managed to get Sirius’s phone number. At least when Sirius went home at the end of the week, Remus could still text him. Maybe he wouldn’t fade into oblivion the moment Sirius left town.

Ten minutes later, a knock echoed through the room. Remus winced as he pushed himself to his feet and padded across the flat. As he opened the door, he smiled at the sight of Sirius in a black leather jacket with two take-away bags in his hand.

“Hey,” he said, matching Remus’s grin.

“Hey.”

Sirius peered over his shoulder curiously. “Mind if I come in?”

“Oh! Yes, come in. Right. Yes,” he spluttered, moving out of the way. “Kitchen is just there.”

“I’m on it! You just get comfortable again and I’ll bring it to you.” Sirius breezed past him and headed straight for the kitchen door.

“Oh no, I can-”

Sirius spun around on his heel and pointed at him. “Remus, sit. I said I’d bring you lunch, I meant it.”

He disappeared into the kitchen before Remus could respond. It felt rather foolish to argue the point with him when he was still in pain. The pain med he’d taken dulled it to a tolerable level, but he couldn’t push himself much or he’d feel even worse tomorrow. That was one lesson he’d learned the hard way.

When Sirius reappeared, he held two plates in one hand and two mugs of tea in the other. “For fuck’s sake, sit!”

Remus rolled his eyes as he shuffled back to his recliner and settled in. The heating pad felt stupidly good on his back now that he’d iced it thoroughly. He arched his back and groaned under his breath as the welcoming warmth seeped into his skin.

Sirius went still in front of him. Remus glanced up, then blinked violently. The man stared in shock with wide blue eyes and his pouty lips parted. His tongue darted out to wet his bottom lip and Remus bit his own hard. Neither moved, nor spoke, and a tense silence rushed to fill the space between them.

A tension that snapped sharply when Sirius finally shook himself clear and handed Remus the tea. “Here you are. Do you mind if I eat in here with you?”

“No, that’s fine.”

Remus quickly refocused his attention on the plate headed toward his lap rather than the mouth that he desperately wanted to feel on his own. He wasn’t sure what set off that little moment, but he wouldn’t be opposed to it happening again. It almost looked like Sirius wanted to kiss him. Again…actually, but for real this time.

Wishful thinking.

Next Part>>>

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bearsartcave · 4 months ago

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This Isn't a redesign, I'm just showing my slender brother OC poet that I mentioned in a previous post. I might as well post information on him too.

Name: Poetman

Nickname or Alias: Poet

Gender: Male

Age: 735

Height: 6’8”

Weight: 140lbs

Hair Color: N/A (Black in human form)

Eye Color: Purple&Yellow

Sexuality: Gay & Demisexual

Species: Slender-being

Nationality: French

Languages Spoken: English and French

Defining Features: Burn marks on half his body, always wearing mix matched clothes

Bio/Backstory

Poet was born 500 years after The rest of his brothers were already born and left their father due to his abuse and manipulation, but poet didn't share the same mother. His brothers mom left only a few months after Offenderman was born, who at the time was the youngest of the brothers.

Poet was born to a human mother, making him weaker. This did make it easier for his father to use him and manipulate him easier. Once poet was old enough to run around and talk, his mother suddenly went missing overnight, this was the start of his trauma, as his dad immediately put him to work, forcing him to serve him, do rough tasks, and if done wrong or cannot be done he would be punished, either by being beaten, screamed at, or having stuff thrown at him, sometimes happening all at once. Other punishments would be locked in the dark cellar for a week, stuck in the dark where rats would end up crawling on him at times. During the times in the cellar he would not be fed.

Growing up his bedroom was bare, only a mat on the ground. He wasn't allowed to learn how to read or write and was taught that everyone, including other slender beings, will want him dead, since he is a monstrosity to both humans and slenders alike, and that he is only alive because he is allowing it.

But poet ends up teaching himself how to read and write in secret, either while his father is out of the house to the town or while he is asleep.

One day he was caught in his room, his dad was suspicious something was going on, and ended up checking in late at night, catching poet writing and having multiple books, this caused him to rage, dragging poet by the throat with a tendril into the livingroom while poet screams for mercy, gripping onto his tendril, kicking his feet and crying. “This will teach you never to disobey me again” his father said as he throws poet into the fireplace, he ended up being burned severely, it wasn't until he passed out that his father dragged him out, putting out the fire, and just left him on the ground, expecting him to be up and working in the morning. Luckily he didn't die, but the healing process took much longer than it would have since he wasn't allowed to rest.

As an adult in the 21st century his father sent him on a deadly mission to try and kill his brothers (at the time poet didn't know they were his brothers)

His father was basically sending him to get killed because he didn't want him anymore

Eventually his brothers and him talked after he found them, he was then brought in by them and treated as family should and gave him a proper room and let him be himself

Personality

-Shy

-Kind

-Quiet

-Generous

-Caring

Abilities, Equipment, & Skills:

-Tendrils

-Teleportation

-Telepathy

-Glitching/Disorientation

-Loud Static

-Body Morphing

Weaknesses:

-Half human so not as strong as his brothers

-Cannot Quick Heal like his brothers

-Screaming/Loud noises

-His Father

-Feeling Useless

-Feeling like a burden

Fears:

-Abandonment

-His Father

-The Dark

-Complete Silence

-Dying

-Dogs

-Fire

Occupation: Author

Mental Illnesses/Deformities:

-Depression

-Anxiety

-Insomnia

-Narcolepsy

-Night Terrors

-Sleep Paralysis

-ARFID

-Littlespace

Likes:

-Reading

-Writing

-Cuddles

-Stuffed animals

-Soft blankets

-Tv shows/Movies

-Crochet

-Music

-Christmas

Dislikes:

-Father

-Loud noises

-Yelling

-Crowded spaces

-Microfiber

-Mashed Potatoes

-Bone-in Meat

Parents:

-SlenderFather

-Mother Unknown

Siblings:

-Slenderman

-Splendorman

-Trenderman

-Tenderman

-Offenderman

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ark-inkweaving · 8 hours ago

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OC Tag

i got tagged in this by @firesidefantasy forever ago and i'm finally doing it lmao. have Aira because i don't talk about her enough and need to hype her up to start the wip again

Basic Info

Name ✵ Rachele "Aira" Altavilla

Class/Subclass ✵ Barbarian, path of the Berserker (D&D) | Savage Brawler & Knight of Asteio

Background ✵ Countryside Girl, Martial Arts Training

Gender ✵ Cis Fem

Sexuality ✵ AroAce

Pronouns ✵ She/Her

Other

Family ✵ Laura Altavilla (mother), Unknown (father), Simone Altavilla (twin brother, deceased), Giovanni Di Trani (stepfather)

Birthplace ✵ Abbiategrasso (province of Milan), Italy

Job ✵ University Student (Modern Languages)

Phobias ✵ Loneliness, Being Abandoned

Guilty Pleasures ✵ Street Fights

Hobbies ✵ studying languages, poetry, skateboarding, kickbox & martial arts, stargazing

Morals

Alignment ✵ Chaotic Neutral

Sins ✵ a compulsive liar who is consistently angry and aggressive

Virtues ✵ open minded, desires knowledge far more than she desires to be right

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Aira x Dani || a strong contender. every other day i start thinking about them existing in each other's proximity. they are too good at being each other's narrative foil. see this for reference (as you can tell i am very normal about them)

Aira x Toka || solid match. Toka's charm, chaotic streak and tendency to overthink would mesh well with Aira's brash personality, overwhelming organization and impulsivity. and they're stubborn enough to handle each other

Aira x Sonia || maybe?? i can defintely see an au where it'd work. Ele sure thought it might for a hot minute at the start before horror struck her

Aira x Meiviza || they would love bitching about their mothers together. then training. it might spiral from there. it might not. i don't know

Aira x Erlis || again with the bitching about mothers, but add in that Erlis is incredibly competent, vibrant and funny and that might just be enough to make Aira swoon. Erlis on the other hand loves the spunk

OT3 ✵

Aira x Erlis x Meiviza || it's the only possible way. anything else and the relationship breaks somewhere

BroTP ✵

Aira & Ele || friends for 11 years (at the start of book 1), did a farsje ritual to magically bond their souls together in chosen sisterhood. i rest my case

Aira & Aleji || dumbasses with a penchant for lies and crime as their first response to trouble. two peas in an idiot pod

Aira & Niev || aroace with solid relationship advice & useless gay kinda vibe. they also enjoy fights and bitching about mothers

NoTP ✵

Aira x Aleji || kinda ironic when you look at the first ever version (nobody look at the first ever version)

Aira x Ele || it was revealed to me in a dream that they actually gave that a try when they were 15 and hated that. so i'm gonna respect their wishes

Aira x Syphe || no.

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tanketorskk · 10 months ago

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Would you mind giving my girl Charity some love? She's my fav Snapegang member and ur version is so special to me

Yes yes yesss I love my girl Charity so much I would love to talk about her!!!

Charity Grace Burbage was born on October 10, 1959, in her family home in Hodnet, Shropshire, England to Herbert and Dorothea Burbage (née Kelpis). She has one brother, Chance, who is I wanna say four or so years older than her??

Her father is a pureblood and her mother is a half-blood. I know many people headcanon her to be a muggleborn but her wiki says that while her blood status was unknown she was most likely a half-blood or a pureblood. Herbert was a Gryffindor like many of his siblings, though a handful of his siblings were also in Hufflepuff like Dorothea and her younger sister. I’m thinking Chance was a Gryffindor but I’m not 100% sure

Charity grew up with a father that valued academics and a mother who thought her best asset was her beauty. This has caused Charity to be partially conflicted when it comes to her intellect and you’ll be quite likely to catch her twirling her hair around her finger and pretending not to know the answer to something if it can get her something she wants

There are very few characters I think are truly popular at Hogwarts while also being actually cool and not just a nerd in disguise (as an example Sirius is a popular, cool person while James is a popular person who’s actually a nerd in disguise)

She’s always been very open and she’s adopted most of her friends tbh. Most people end up with a soft spot for her, often because she portrays herself as ditzy and a little useless?

She spent years trying to become friends with Aurora and when they finally managed to get a solid friendship going she was over the moon. She definitely got them friendship bracelets or friendship keychains or something except it’s not just made of braided yarn and cheap beads she got something hella expensive with fancy stones shimmering in there.

Charity is a yapper at her core. She can literally talk forever. Also, she talks "like totally like this, you know?" In the nicest way possible the girl loves the sound of her own voice. She loves herself. Not in like an egotistical way but she just genuinely loves herself and who she is as a person. She's naturally optimistic and it’s rare to see her without a smile

Speaking of things it’s hard to see her without,,,, pink. That girl is pink if pink was a person. With accents of soft yellow and baby blue. Honestly pan Charity is growing on me more and more. The girl literally dresses like the flag!!!

I cannot express how much she’s glitz and glamour. Her mother would have put her (and her brother) in pageants as children had they been American. And Charity would have loved it (honestly Chance might have too)

She’s got huge, blonde corkscrew curls, large blue eyes with long lashes and a mole on her left upper lip. Her nails are always done. She’s somehow always got glitter somewhere.

She writes a diary and she sprays the paper with sweet perfume before jotting down all her thoughts with a pen that’s got a fluffy end. She dots her ‘i’s with little hearts. She lays on her stomach as she writes and kicks her feet behind her as she writes

I think she gets along really well with Mary!!! She’s one of those girls with a lot of friends across houses and I could totally see her and Mary bonding over fashion, boy stuff, grades being annoying etc

If her jewellery isn't brand new it's something that's been in her family for ages, there's no in-between. She's got a lot of her grandmother's jewellery sets with matching earrings, bracelets and necklaces.

She wears cute matching underwear with fluffy lace on it and she walks around like that in the morning just to rile up Igor. She eats aesthetic breakfast with a cohesive colour scheme, frozen raspberries, chia seeds and almonds and modern au Charity is 100% an influencer

She names her animals after sweet treats/food such as Pudding the cat and Hollandaise (also known as Holly) the owl

Her room/flat is always a bit of a mess, not on purpose (she swears she’s a very clean person), but because she’ll put something down and forget about it before suddenly realising, moving it around and placing something new out of place lol

I've always found it interesting how Burbage is a, and this is a quote provided by the lovely Googlé, "habitational name from any of the places in Wiltshire, Derbyshire, and Leicestershire". It is never stated in canon where Charity is supposed to be from but she meets her end in Malfoy Manor which is canonically located in Wiltshire. Pulling from name meanings Charity also means dear; beloved; giving; kindness all things that I think shows a lot about who she is as a character (also I think people called seabunny Charity and her case, aka Charity Case lmao)

Also now that we're on the topic of seabunny vjfnjnnbg in aus Igor and Charity have a daughter called Evelina and she's very cute. I think Charity would love being a mother, she already values family a lot, but she would have to get Igor to shape up significantly because as he is rn he is not fit to be a father. I think no matter what she does there will always be a bit of the whole him valuing Viktor over Evelina. This is becoming more Igor stuff but he'd have an odd relationship with his daughter and Charity would very desperately try to fix it. I feel like he's the kind of guy who'd have both Charity and Evelina's names tattoed on him in fancy cursive but still be like "I'm gonna be home late today cause I'm taking Viktor to [insert sport]'s practice" yk??

#charity grace burbage #charity burbage #seabunny #marauders #marauders era #hp marauders #dead gay wizards from the 70s #snapes gang #ask #anon ask #open asks

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abbatoirablaze · 1 year ago

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Allies, Aemond Targaryen

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“My lord-“

The king held his hand up, tiredly waving away Hightower, “Not now, Hightower.”

“But my lord,” Hightower said quickly, “There has been an urgent request for your presence…”

“My husband has bid that you leave him alone!” Alicent said dutifully as she spared her father a glance. The older man sent her a glare in return but said nothing as he turned to leave, “my king…are you alright?”

“No, Alicent, I am not alright. Our son was damaged…” he growled, “and at the hands of Rhaenyra’s children. I will not have this type of fighting in my household…”

“I know, my lord. I asked that you-“

“And what you did?” he growled, his own question making her jump, “what is your excuse? You are to act like a queen and yet-“

“She was the reason our son was damaged!” she spat, “it’s been weeks, and you see how your subjects treat him now that they have been able to see what has happened to him. They treat him as though he is damaged goods. As though-“

“HE IS!” he yelled at his wife, “long before he lost his eye, that boy was damaged goods, Alicent, and you know it. But you spoiled him. You infantilized him! YOU MADE HIM A MONSTER! Now his face matches what is on the inside!”

A lone tear ran down Aemond’s cheek as he turned from the door.

Originally, he’d planned on speaking to his mother and father, wanting to go to the dragon pit, but upon hearing their argument, he just stood and listened. But he had never expected them to talk to one another about him like that.

His lip warbled as he looked away, and started down one of the many sets of stairs that were unknown to many in the kingdom. Slipping into one of the passages he made his way to the dragon pits.

Pulling his cloak up over his face he started towards the handlers; the eunuchs assigned to watch over and care for the dragons until the dragon riders came to be with them or needed them.

“YOU!” he called hastily, “where is my dragon? Where is Vhagar?”

The eunuch shook his head, “I-I know not my prince…”

His nose twitched as he pulled his dagger, “WHERE IS MY DRAGON!”

A roar from the cavern caught his attention.

It was as though Vhagar had recognized his voice already and had heard him calling for her. She bellowed once more, beckoning her owner towards her.

“Useless!” Aemond spat, his nose twitching once more as he returned his dagger to his belt. Pulling on his hood once more he followed the sounds of the dragon bellowing until he reached an exceedingly deep cavern.

But he was shocked when he saw someone already with Vhagar.

Another figure, this one a little smaller than his own, was laying by the dragon’s snout, lazily stroking it while the dragon herself hummed in response.

“VHAGAR!”

Neither dragon, nor the other figure moved as Aemond hastened his pace, coming up to his dragon. He drew his dagger once more as he looked at the figure ready to challenge them if they so much as put the newly formed bond with the dragon in question, “Get away from my dragon.”

Vhagar barely batted an eye as she nosed her rider away from the figure.

“Vhagar!” he growled, lightly tapping her snout with the flat side of his blade. His dagger returned to its sheath and he crossed his arms over his chest, “what are you doing?”

“She’s enjoying a chin scratch,” the figure called out to him, “if you knew anything about some of these old guys and gals it’s that no one gives them a proper chin or snout scratch, so when someone does they’re in heaven.”

“WHO ARE YOU TO COME INTO MY DRAGON’S DEN?”

The figure turned, her hood dropping.

Aemond gasped.

“I am Ayealla, daughter of-“

“Vaemond Velaryon!”

She smiled, “nice to know that my father’s reputation proceeds me.”

“Awfully far from the sea…”

She smiled again, “I heard that my cousin Laena had passed. I had to make sure that Vhagar was claimed by someone that was worthy to ride her. Secretly I’d always hoped that Vhagar would have chosen me, but I was far too young when her last rider passed. Plus…well…I’ve had mine since I was born.”

“You may leave!” he said swiftly, sparing her a small glance, “Vhagar has her rider…and I shall-“

But he stopped speaking when he noticed the marring on her neck when she removed her hood.

“It’s rude to do that you know…but since your new to being damaged…I’ll let it slide.”

“I-I’m not-“

“Aemond…quiet yourself and listen to me…” she sighed, “because what I can tell you will make sure that no one ever treats you the way you’re feeling again.”

“H-how do you know what I’m feeling?”

“Because I’ve been there,” she said solemnly as she slid her lockes back over the side of her neck to cover the marring of her flesh, “I came here because of what happened. Because of what my cousins have done to you…I’m going to make you powerful Aemond…so people know that they won’t get away with what they’ve done…”

“Wh-what are you talking about?”

He watched curiously as she pricked her finger and chanted in high Velaryon, first marking Vhagar’s snout with her blood, and then finally moving towards Aemond, and making a marking on his cheek.

“Wh-what are you doing?”

“A ritual, Aemond Targaryen…a ritual of the sea…and of the old gods. A ritual of my allegiance to you, cousin.”

Aemond looked across the table to where his cousin sat.

“My, she has grown into quite the attractive-“

“Brother…” Aemond growled at his more nefarious brother. Aegon chuckled and clapped him on the back. Aemond frowned, “you are married to-“

“Don’t remind me,” he groaned as he looked to where his wife was dancing with their toddlers, engaging them in their playful attitudes, “Ayealla hasn’t been seen in the courts in years…her father was hiding her away from the family be-“

“Because our family has the tendency to kill hers?” Aemond asked, referring to how their uncle had killed her father before taking their sister back to Dragonstone.

“Some might say that,” he shrugged, “Do you think that she’s making eyes at me, brother? She keeps looking over here…and I-quiet. She’s coming over.”

“Prince Aemond,” she said quietly, joining the brothers, “my king…kind of you to invite me to the formal gathering of your courts. I’m sorry that I wasn’t able to make the journey sooner.”

“We were wondering if you’d even show…” Aemond teased, “you’ve been quite a ghost in our circles…”

She gave him a sad smile, “we need all the alliances we can get, can we not? My father was against Rhaenyra attempting to take the throne. Spoke out against it.”

“He would have preferred your family got it and was sitting in King’s Landing over mine!” Aegon frowned, reminding her of her father’s indiscretions.

“He would have rathered you receive the crown than her, my lord.” She smiled sweetly at him, “a king in his rightful place.”

“Fair enough,” Aegon shrugged as he eyed the woman up and down, “so…no husband to keep you in line, Ayealla?”

“Died…at sea…I’m but a widowed woman without a nest to tend to,” she answered shortly, “I offer my services to your kingdom, my lord, as daughter of Vaemond Velaryon. That of mine and my dragon.”

“Kind of you!” Aemond smiled, answering before his brother, “we will be glad to have you serving under the rightful king of the seven kingdoms.”

“And may he have a long and prosperous reign!” she said firmly, holding up a chalice, “Prince Aemond…might I borrow you for a dance?”

“But of course, Ayealla!” Aemond replied just as firmly. He stood from his spot and looked at his brother once more before coming around the table and holding his hand out to her. She took it and the two of them walked down the steps to the formal dancing area. He wrapped his arms around her, and she clung to him as the song changed.

“I truly am surprised that you’re here, Ayealla.”

“We sealed our alliance as children, Aemond…that will never change…” she reminded him, “I received your word that you wished for me to come to the court…so I have.”

“We were children!” he recalled softly, brushing the hair from her neck so that her scars were exposed. Their eyes met, and she reached up, removing the eye patch, exposing the brilliant gem that hid beneath, “Two damaged souls…forever entwined though, are we not?”

“Our beauty is in what others would see as our flaws.”

“A fiery fighter,” he cooed gently, stroking the long-since healed skin, “one was tortured by pirates at her father’s incompliance.”

“A warrior who was looking to protect his family’s honor,” she replied even softer, her hand reaching to stroke along his brow and cheek where his scar was, “our time is coming soon, Aemond. I promised you years ago that you were to get your revenge on those who harmed you. And I keep my word, sweet prince.”

“And when the kingdom falls, we run and never look back…” he reminded her.

“I’ll follow you to the ends of the earth, my love.”

“And I you.”

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