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htchnr · 3 months ago

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omg SO glad ur also obsessed with dale cooper. he’s actually one of the best characters ever written 😓 i’d die for himmm

may i request some headcanons for dale x wife!reader? like what their life would be like married and out of twin peaks :,) perhaps even sum smut towards the end (i know this man is hella romantic with it)

ミ★ headcannons ᰔ DALE COOPER.

𖦹 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭. 𖦹 𝐛𝐮𝐲 𝐦𝐞 𝐚 𝐤𝐨-𝐟𝐢!

「 ꜜauthors note,, i was sooo hyped to see that there are in fact still people who love this precious guy, so i can absolutely do some headcanons! i fear there will be no smut, cause i'm just not in the right headspace as of late 😔. 」

「 ꜜcontent,, super sweet fluff ⋆ sadly no smut ⋆ not edited ⋆ not beta read, we die like the fish in the percolator ⋆ so sooo much fluff ⋆ i have not finished s2 yet, so a few ideas might be contradicting ⋆ if so, pls ignore them. 」

𖦹 honestlyyyyy, Dale seems like the sweetest lover/partner/husband ever. absolute golden retriever energy, buuutttt can most definitely be stern or intense when need be.

𖦹 like how we see between Harry & Cooper VS the few moments that he's fed up with Albert and puts him in his place.

𖦹 i don't think he could ever really be that stern or mean to his partner however, i feel like he'd hateee it.

𖦹 very VERY attentive lover‼️ not just in bed, (though there too obviously) but in day to day life he picks up on everything. he's 100% tuned into your needs and habits— knowing things you have trouble with, or having memorised little signs and ticks of certain feelings or behaviour.

𖦹 H A T E S arguing/fighting with you. i don't really imagine him to be someone to blurt things out in the heat of the moment— maybee if there was a dangerous situation he might shout, but he won't be shouting anything other than exactly what needs to be done in the situation.

𖦹 and if you two did argue, he would not let you both go to bed or go out to work mad at each other. he would sit you down and talk the wholeee thing until it's less heavy.

𖦹 i think after the Palmer case and the hecticness that had shortly after followed, (i did not finish season 2 yet, (or watch any other movie or season) so shush if it's a little inaccurate) he'd want to settle down somewhere similar to Twin Peaks. hell, maybe even Twin Peaks.

𖦹 i can imagine him owning a spacious cabin in the woods, going fishing on set days, maybe even going hunting with Harry or someone else.

𖦹 now, i do think Dale is one for grand gestures— buuutttt, not on the pricey side. more so homemade, personal and romantic. and when he gifts things they're always 100% practical, or things you've really wanted/needed, or things you've mentioned in passing that you've always dreamed of. he remembers everythingggg.

𖦹 (these thoughts are all over the place, sorry) anywayss, casual outfits on Coop!!!! in my head after the Palmer case he quits the FBI to retire and be home with you. so he rarely wears his uniform suits anymore and it's such a change for him, but a quite welcome one.

𖦹 i could totally see him rocking the polo + casual slacks look orrrr flannel + casual slacks. i don't think he's a major jeans person, so it'd mostly be casual slacks.

𖦹 loves LOVESS cooking. especially together!! just cooking together with some music playing is one of his favourite things to do. though, often enough you'll end up sidelined with him doing most/if not all of the work while you sit near him on the counter and chat.

𖦹 i do think he's a decent cook, but not over exceptional tbh. he can cook good meals, and also thoroughly enjoys doing so— but they're not restaurant level. though, it's the gesture that counts and he sure loves taking any load off your shoulders whenever he can.

𖦹 more on that— house chores! i feel like he absolutely stands on the fact that it should be evenly divided based on what one can do— buutttt, will absolutely take over whatever is necessary if you're too busy/or had a bad day.

𖦹 if you happen to get sick, you are absolutely on bedrest till you're better! no wiggle room. he will treat you like exaggerated royalty sometimes, getting a little carried away in thinking that the common cold somehow leaves you unable to walk or do basic things.. but when you remind him that it is just a cold, and you are in fact not dying, he'll be a little embarrassed about it; sputtering about how it won't happen again. (it will)

𖦹 my thoughts are drying up a little here, but as a final thought before i wrap this up for now— he LOVESSS date nights. cherishesssss themmmm. whether it's dining out or dining in, or maybe a picnic or the movies— they're one of his favourite things to organise! i feel like he'd love to organise most things, like birthdays, anniversaries or holidays. i feel like he's a bit of a plan-aholic with certain things.

𖦹 though, he doesn't mind if you plan a date night or something similar— actually he'd be rather flustered and cute about it, feeling very loved and looked after.

𖦹 okay okay, fr my last thought— his love languages are absolutely acts of service, gift giving and physical touch! i will die on that hill.

𖦹 1) acts of service; he loves caring for you, it comes so naturally with him it's almost impossible not to do.

𖦹 2) gift giving; he's always picking up little knickknacks and trinkets all over the place— something small at the store, or on a road trip (he really loves those imo) or he finds a particular looking rock or pinecone and hassss to bring it home to you.

𖦹 3) physical touch; he cravesss to be close to you— needing to touch you in some way. hand holding, or standing shoulder to shoulder, or an arm around your waist. the possibilities are endlesssss, and he gets really creative and technical about sometimes. (i might elaborate on that at some point)

「 ꜜauthors note,, i hope these were to your liking and you enjoyed this short spout about my thoughts of Dale! i'm trying to finish s2 and after that watch the extra movies + s3 so i can maybe have a deeper insight into him.. 」

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totally-not-agirl · 5 months ago

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For the dol prompts, can you feed me some Eden and Sydney gangrape content <3 Just imagining the pc and Sydney getting harassed together is soooo good

omg omg omg

I got excited…

It is your idea to go out to the woods.

It takes a little convincing to get Sydney to come with you, but you tell them you’re looking for flower seeds to grow in the temple garden, and eventually they yield, believing the eager light in your eyes.

+Sydney’s Purity | +Love

They of course come with you, trusting your knowledge of the woods (+History). They have no idea that your eagerness is actually because you think you can convince them to kiss you when you’re alone

— and maybe more.

+Arousal

You lead Sydney down the secret pass you read about that quickly leads you deep into the woods. Occasionally they pause, protesting at the rapid distance you’re putting between you both and the temple, but you reassure them time and time again.

“Just a little bit further. Just past the lake. I saw some rose bushes there.”

You see bootprints on the ground.

There’s no reason to bring it up. Plenty of people come through the woods. You’ll feel better when you’re in that little clearing you found, sitting together. You can give Sydney the cookie 🍪 you made. And then you’ll be back in no time.

“Did you hear that?” Sydney asks. “Was that a—“

You see bullet casings on the ground.

You stop in the middle of the trail, and Sydney almost runs into you; their eyes are obviously on the woods around you, and not the trail ahead. +Stress

“It’s nothing,” you say. Sydney does not look convinced. You try your best to sound casual. “But let’s head back.”

Something is hunting you.

Your pulse quickens, and with it your step. Sydney latches onto your arm with sweaty palms. +Pain

Something is hunting you.

You stumble on an upturned root. +Pain Sydney starts to try and help you up, but their hands are trembling.

You hear footsteps on the path.

“Sydney,” you say, hushed and quick, holding their damp hand fervently in your scratched ones. “I’m so sorry—“

The man bursts out of the woods like a bear, shoulders nearly as big, his eyes nearly as cold. And definitely as terrifying. He isn’t surprised to see you both. In fact, you think you see the corner of his mouth twitch ever so slightly upwards.

And then he reaches for you.

You Scream and he doesn’t even flinch, yanking Sydney close to him, where they sprawl across his wide chest. They squirm against him, but he easily keeps them close with a single muscled arm.

You try to scramble to standing, but a large, muddy boot falls on your chest, keeping you pinned. +Pain. He leans over his knee, staring down at you. Appraising you.

“Stay,” he says. +Arousal

“Please let us go,” Sydney begs, tears in their eyes, even as they struggle.

He squeezes Sydney closer to him, until their face is buried in his chest. “Keep moving against me like that, and it’ll be over too soon,” he says with a chuckle. -Sydney’s Purity

He lets up a bit of pressure on you. You rest your legs and rest your arms. You watch as he affixes a lead around Sydney’s neck. The knot is complicated, and after tugging a few times Sydney gives in with a sad noise.

Holding Sydney’s new leash, he leans down and yanks you up by your arm. +Pain You get the same lead, and he doesn’t say anything else as he starts guiding you both stumbling through the forest, beyond even your knowledge of the woods.

Sydney is sobbing quietly. You read out and hold their hand, and you exchange watery smiles. This is the first time you’ve held hands with someone. You’re sorry it had to be during such a scary moment, but you’re happy that it’s Sydney.

You walk for a long time. +Fatigue Finally, you stumble into a small clearing, with a study looking cabin, a clouded spring, and a string of rabbit pelts drying in the sun. +Stress

The man ties your leashes to a pillar of the cabin porch, and looks you over with lecherous eyes. “I’m going to have fun with this,” he says.

He physically rips off Sydney’s clothes while Sydney pleads for him not to. You cant help but drag your eyes over their exposed chest and legs. They really are so attractive. -Sydney’s Purity

When he sees the chastity belt and shield Sydney has, silver, shining, and unblemished, the man huffs angrily and tries to loosen it. He’s barely able to get his wide fingers around the edges, and Sydney helplessly shakes as he yanks them about. Sydney lets out a sigh of relief that it holds. Their virginities are safe. They sink to the ground with the man lets them go and turns to you.

He rips off your clothes just as savagely. +Trauma When he sees your own belt and shield, he frowns — but it slowly turns to a grin when he tests the edges of it.

Your cracked chastity belt gives you no comfort. +Trauma

You were going to get it replaced at the temple when you got back from the forest, fresh with your first kiss and holding a blushing Sydney behind. (You even thought you could convince them to watch you get it replaced, to see you inspected by Jordan and fitted anew, watch Sydney’s face when you’re bare beneath them…)

But now you’re here, and your belt and shield have been tugged at and battered by a dozen hands at least, so the lock is beginning to give way. The man drops you and you fall into the dirt as he stalks over to a small workshop near the line of pelts, several hunting rifles visible through the door. You shudder and clutch at Sydney, both of you crying and promising each other that it will be all right.

Sydney tries to tell you that the belt will hold, that the Powers That Be will protect you, but you don’t believe him. -Acceptance -Grace

When the man returns with a wicked looking pair of garden shears and tears you away from Sydney, you try and make yourself as unassuming as possible, blinking up at him in an attempt to soothe.

He’s not paying attention to you, though, as he wiggles the sharp tooth of the shears between your skin and the belt. ++Pain He grunts as he closes them, twisting a bit like you’re a stubborn woody root.

Your cracked chastity belt breaks and falls away, leaving you completely exposed. +Trauma

He drops the shears and just…holds you for a moment. His warm hands nearly eclipse your hips, and his mouth looks suddenly soft and tender. “You’re like an angel,” he says. He traces calloused fingertips across your sensitive waistline, and then twists them through your untrimmed bush. +Arousal

“Leave them alone!” Sydney says, beating useless fists against the broad shoulder of your captor. He snarls and easily pins Sydney next to you on the ground. Sydney grabs your hand and squeezes.

“You’re adorable,” the man says. “But I can only breed one of you.”

He picks you up and puts you on top of Sydney, your hands on either side of their head, straddling their waist. You grind against their chastity belt without thinking, flush with all the attention. +Arousal -Sydney’s Purity

You look into Sydney’s wide eyes as the man presses his thick cock against your entrance, one thrust away from penetrating.

You envelope his cock, and he steals your virginity so you will never be pure again.

“That’s right,” the man pants. “Your virginity belongs to me.”

He begins to thrust, hard and unforgiving, and the front of you slides back and forth against Sydney, further stimulating you. The man holds your hips in a bruising grasp, and the noise of your bodies smacking together echoes through the woods. You try to reassure a mute Sydney, but all you can do is moan. “I’m all yours.” You’re unsure who you’re talking to.

The man pulls your head back by your hair with one hand; you hear him uncap a permanent marker with his mouth. He writes on your shoulder. The marker scratches and stings. +Pain When he reaches over to write on Sydney, you see it’s because it’s almost out of ink.

“Property of Eden.”

“Eden,” you say in a pleasure-drenched voice. Eden chuckles. +Love His grip on your hips gets even tighter. +Pain He fucks into you even harder. ++Arousal

You think he is approaching orgasm.

His cock is splitting you open, bouncing you back and forcing himself deeper, and you’re still glancing against Sydney’s belt, and you keep saying Eden’s name because it tastes so sweet. +Arousal

Suddenly you are overwhelmed by sensation. You can’t help but shake and tremor. Fluids leak out of you and onto Sydney’s belt and stomach.

Sydney yearns forward and kisses your jaw as they cum too, undone at the sight of you. -Sydney’s Purity +Love +Lust

You can’t control your body, and they can’t reach your lips because of the grip Eden still has on your hair. You orgasm again.

“That’s it,” Eden grunts. His voice is rough and his words barely enunciated between clenched teeth. Ejaculation imminent. “Let it all out.”

You feel him empty deep inside of you. He spreads you open to watch some drip out. You collapse against Sydney, panting into their neck. They’re still crying but you’re too awash in your orgasm to do the same. Still, you want to try and soothe him. You drag your head up and start to give them your first kiss—

Those rough hands grab and lift you to shaky feet, and crush you against Eden’s body, heady with musk and woodsmoke scent. He grabs your jaw hard. +Pain

Eden kisses you. He takes your first kiss in front of Sydney, but his mouth is so deft and warm that you just sigh and kiss him deeper, let his tongue explore your mouth. +Love

He has to hold you up when he’s done; your knees are still shaking. He guides Sydney up too, and undoes your ties to lead you into his cabin. There he removes your leash completely, but ties Sydney’s to the headboard.

“Now, let’s figure out how to get rid of that other belt, yeah?” he says with a smile.

#dol #degrees of lewdity pc #degrees of lewdity #sydney dol #sydney the fallen #sydney the faithful #eden dol #eden the hunter

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elainsgirl · 2 months ago

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What is your opinion on the assumption that Nesta did all the house work and Feyre simply didn’t appreciate it because it’s “women’s work”?

Feyre and elain didn’t know how to cook so it can be assumed that Nesta did the cooking. It is also stated that mother Archeron groomed Nesta to be a lady and taught her how to run a household. And people think that Feyre believes cleaning is beneath her.

That being said, Feyre did mention that she prepared the meat. Additionally lady Archeron taught Nesta how to run a lady’s household when they were wealthy. It could be assumed that lady Archeron never imagined that her family would fall into poverty - and so why would she teach Nesta (whom she expected to marry a rich man and have a manor along with a staff of servants) how to cook? If anything, she would’ve taught Nesta how to manage a household with a staff that cooks and cleans for her. I don’t believe that Nesta was taught to cook by her mother when noble ladies rarely had any place in the kitchen. Lastly, I don’t know where the idea that Feyre thinks she’s too good for cleaning/looks down on people who clean is coming from. When Feyre first came to the spring court, she asked Tamlin if she was expected to work - and she was more than willing to help out in the kitchens or do whatever was required around the manor but alis and the other servants refused to let her.

However, it’s also important to note that Feyre is an unreliable narrator. While I don’t believe she’s purposefully biased, I do think she was so focused on keeping her family alive by hunting and trying to scrape together money that she may not have noticed her sisters’ efforts.

Regardless even if she didn’t notice her sisters’ help around the cabin, I don’t think she would ever look down upon it. I don’t know where the idea that Feyre looks down upon other women who have a more feminine/traditional approach to life. In fact, Feyre looks up to elain - who displays her femininity freely and without shame. Feyre respects Alis more than she did Lucien.

But say that Nesta and elain did do all the household chores and Feyre just looked down upon them, I still wouldn’t hate or blame her. It’s easy to forget Feyre is the youngest sister. She wasn’t even twenty during ACOTAR. She was a kid who was afraid of her family dying and doing everything she could to survive.

While I don’t blame Nesta and elain for not hunting, if I was Feyre I would be pretty bitter too if I had to go into a dangerous woods alone every day to hunt for food while my family remained back at the cabin. It’s obviously not Nesta’s and elain’s fault, but it would be a normal reaction for Feyre (who again is young, afraid, and traumatized) to be angry and resentful. And unlike Nesta and elain who grew close during poverty, Feyre had no one. She wa separate and alone.

Sorry for ranting but I just love all the Archeron sisters. I think they’re complex characters that are biased and unreliable. I think they’re young ladies who have been through so much trauma. I think they’re simply trying their best to survive in a world that’s been nothing but cruel to them. And I think that they love each other so much, despite the pain they all inflicted on each other.

Saying Feyre is a bad sister who doesn’t appreciate Nesta or elain is simply not true. Just like saying Nesta doesn’t love Feyre or elain is not true. Or saying that elain doesn’t care for Nesta or Feyre is not true.

They had made mistakes. They all have hurt each other. But at the end of the day, they love each so much.

I believe Nesta and Elain did do somethings around the house and it did go by unnoticed from Feyre as to her it wasn’t important as survival and hunting - making sure they’re fed and have some money was the main priority for Feyre. I don’t think it was deliberate on Feyre’s behalf, but definitely unconsciously.

Mama Archeron would’ve taught Nesta and Elain how to run a house aka bossing about servants and making sure they’re doing their jobs, I highly doubt this arrogant woman went into the kitchen to teach the girls’ first hand how to bake/cook. She definitely wSnt on her knees scrubbing the floors or wiping down doors. Realistically, Nesta and Elain wouldn’t have had much experience in domestic chores themselves - doesn’t mean they couldn’t have learned later on.

People want to justify that what Nesta and Elain did in acotar - or more accurately, what they didnt do - wasn’t *that* bad so they created this whole narrative that Nesta and Elain did housework which Feyre didn’t value as important hence she never mentioned it, it comes from a place of wanting to bring down Feyre and make her seem terrible and misogynistic so Nesta, Elain can look better.

Oh yh, I would 100% be bitter & angry at my sisters if they did nothing to help me out. But thats why Feyre is better and more endearing. She becomes the bigger person and moves on - not holding a grudge for the way she was treated, its what makes her so lovable and why we root so hard for her happiness. Its why her journey of being an abuser, isolated hunter to a loved, respected HighLady is so much more powerful and meaningful.

Each sister is complex. They have their good traits flaws. They definitely each love each other deeply - they’re just a tad bit disconnected which makes senss given their upbringing. Neither is a terrible sister, certainly not Feyre. People who pit them against each other or tries to distance them - clearly don’t understand these characters and their complex relationships with each other.

#feyre #elain #feyre archeron #nesta archeron #pro feyre #pro feyre archeron #acotar thoughts

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gotranting · 1 year ago

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Cregan Stark one-shot ideas?

He had 5-7 minutes of screen time, and it was enough to remind me where my allegiances lie. Team Black, Team Green...drama on both sides. Just give me more Cregan and more Northern scenes, that's all I ask.

Having said that, if anyone gets inspiration from these ideas, feel free to write them out, just tag me! Maybe, I'll actually try to do it myself, but for now let them just sit on my profile.

Anyhow:

Cregan Stark x reader where she is a Northener but lives somewhere alone in the woods. Her home is guarded by wild animals, she has bears with which she is connected, and is what you would consider a witch. Cregan knows of her considering that he consults with her when his party goes out to hunt in order not to kill any animals whom she protects. She also comes to help when it is needed to heal some of his soldiers. And let's say that Cregan gets injured at one point and stumbles somewhere near her cabin. She finds him, and brings him in, sewing the wounds and stopping the infection from spreading. During that time, Cregan and her become closer, and he takes a liking to her, noting how she pays attention to each wound (I mean it's always a fluffy scene when one person take care of a wounded future love interest). He also sees how she cares for her animal companions, and yet she is still firm with him, not allowing any unnecessary movements until he heals. Of course the Warden of The North becomes a wee bit smitten in the end. How that develops is up to you.

2. The Northerners are preparing a feast for the Old Gods and the ending of the Winter. Large bonefires are being built, and the Common Folk are all gathering to celebrate. It is a wild affair - the Northerners are known to be wild, but during these festivities there is a sort of primal feeling to it all. People are dancing, it is as if some of them are in a trance at that very moment. It is also a festivity of fertility when young men and women jump over the fires, and come together while the Moon keeps watch over them. Cregan also attends the festivity, happy to be among his people. As he watches them dancing, he sees one person standing out. She jumps over the fire, without expecting to find a partner afterwards. She dances with the others, spinning around, happy to celebrate their Gods. I remember a line "head thrown back, throat to the stars, 'more like deer than human being.' To be absolutely free! [...] To sing, to scream, to dance barefoot in the woods in the dead of night, with no more awareness of mortality than an animal!" So that is how Cregan would see her at that moment. And of course that he inhales sharply when he sees her like that, but he looses her in the crowd of people afterwards. The girl stays in his mind, yet he believes he won't see her anymore, considering he has his own duties to fulfill. So imagine the surprise on his face, when the girl comes into the castle one day to ask of him that he controls the amount of animals his men are hunting. Winter will come again, but there needs to be some balance in nature. He agrees, yet takes the chance to ask her to join them in the hunts in order to consult him on the areas which are best to hunt and where they can gather enough food for their people (no other reason). She agrees, and from then on...it's up to you.

3. I usually imagine a Northern character (and it can be a reader or OC). But it can also be a daughter of Rhaenyra and Daemon. She was trained in fighting by her father and she has inherited her father's spirit. Cregan arrives to Dragonstone one day in order to discuss certain matters with the Queen. He is already good friends with Jace, so one day Jace shows him around the castle. They stumble upon the girl as she is training on the beach. She does not dance around, her movements are sharp and Cregan can see she would be a deadly opponent. Jace, the big brother that he is teases her, and she returns back just as well. I'm not sure where to go after this, but Cregan and the reader are introduced to one another, and the reader asks Cregan if he could teach her some of the Northern fighting strategies. When they finally do duel, neither holds back - who wins is up to you, but as with every fight scene they do get quite close to one another (heavy breathing while looking at one another of course) a few times. At the end I do imagine them ending up in a shack similar to where Rhaenyra and Daemon were in that scene. It can be after another fight, only that time it becomes something more. Cregan has to go back North, and the girl has her own duty in the war to come, but they do not forget one another.

4. Back to the North and Pagan festivities...if you have watched The Vikings, do you remember this scene?

And if Cregan were to witness it...I do not think he would be shocked, but perhaps if he were in a sort of awe? Or that he felt respect for the woman in front of him and the whole fertility ritual taking place.

I have some more ideas, which I'll type out at some point.

#house of the dragon #hotd #team black #got #house stark #cregan stark #cregan stark x reader #cregan x you #stark

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dean-winchesters-things · 2 months ago

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The Winchester Delusion

Dean Winchester sat in the driver’s seat of the Impala, fingers drumming against the wheel. The old radio hummed a classic rock tune, but it sounded distant, like an echo from another life. Sam was in the passenger seat, eyes glued to some old book on lore, murmuring about their next hunt. Another job. Another monster. Another day in the life of the Winchesters.

Except—

Except there was no book. No murmuring. No Sam.

Dean’s chest tightened. He forced himself to glance sideways, and the seat was empty. It always was.

He swallowed hard and gripped the wheel tighter. “Damn kid, always leaving me to do all the work.” His voice was rough, strained, but the joke felt familiar, something to fill the silence. He turned his eyes back to the road, refusing to look again.

If he didn’t look, maybe Sam was still there.

They had a job tonight. A wendigo, deep in the Minnesota woods. But Dean couldn’t shake the feeling crawling up his spine, the one that had been there for years, whispering in the back of his mind. Something was wrong.

Still, he ignored it. He had work to do.

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The cabin was dark, rotten wood creaking under his boots as he moved through the abandoned place. His flashlight flickered—typical—and the shadows seemed too thick, too deep. Sam was right behind him, gun raised, always ready.

Dean’s breath came faster. “You see anything?”

Silence.

“Sam?”

Nothing.

And then, the shadows shifted. A figure stood across the room, barely visible in the dim light.

It wasn’t a wendigo.

It was a man.

A man Dean recognized.

John Winchester.

But—no, that wasn’t possible. Dad had been dead for years. Hadn’t he?

John stepped forward, his expression unreadable. “Dean.” His voice was heavy, something between exhaustion and sorrow. “It’s time to stop.”

Dean frowned. “Stop what?” His grip tightened on the knife in his hand.

John’s eyes flickered to the empty space beside Dean. The one Dean refused to acknowledge.

Dean’s pulse pounded. “No, no, you don’t get to do this. You don’t get to act like I’m crazy. Sam’s right here.”

John’s face twisted with something painful. “Dean.” A beat of silence. “Sam died when he was six.”

The words hit Dean like a shotgun blast to the chest.

No. No, that wasn’t right.

They had been hunting together for years.

They’d fought demons. They’d saved people. They’d—

His breath caught. His mind reeled.

Memories surfaced—ones he had buried deep, hidden beneath layers of fabricated hunts and imagined victories. He saw a hospital room, sterile white walls. His mother’s sobs. His father’s quiet, broken prayers.

Sam had been sick. Too sick. Too small. Too young.

There was no supernatural. No demons. No monsters.

Just a little boy who never got the chance to grow up.

And a big brother who couldn’t let him go.

Dean stumbled back, the weight of the truth crushing down on him. His hands trembled, his body shaking as the cabin around him flickered—melted.

The Impala. The hunts. The road.

All of it—just his mind trying to keep Sam alive.

A sob broke from his chest. He hadn’t been saving people. He hadn’t been hunting things.

He had been running. Running from the truth.

And now, there was nowhere left to run.

John took another step forward, his voice soft. “Come home, Dean.”

Dean squeezed his eyes shut. He could hear Sam’s voice, distant now, fading like a dream upon waking.

And when he opened them again—

He was alone.

The cabin was gone. The gun in his hand was gone.

He was standing in the middle of an empty road, the cold wind biting at his skin.

The Impala was gone.

The world was quiet.

Dean took a shuddering breath.

And for the first time in years—

He had no idea where to go.

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(I won't lie I'm a horrible writer so i had a little help)

@sams-princess-hair @dark-dragon-8

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synnistr · 2 years ago

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We Can Build a Fire

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In the blink of an eye, Homer and his father, Edyr, were on the ground. Large deciduous trees bolted up from the ground, white pines, beeches, chestnuts, and elms reaching meters into the air and miles in every direction. The undergrowth gathered mainly in groups where it found light through the dense canopy of the trees- their leaves, while mostly green, were just starting to turn yellow and orange.

Homer and Edyr were far away from their log cabin in a remote plot of Appalachia, having taken a several days hike South to hunt. As the season began to change, it was important that they gather enough meat to last through the winter for a large man and a growing boy.

Edyr raised his son in a valley between two mountains, shielded from the outside world. There was no grocery shopping, no corner stores, and no electricity. Edyr had fled from civilization, but Homer had never even known it. At 16 years old, his father was the only other person the boy had ever met; not even his mother, who they didn’t talk about much. When asked, however, Edyr would talk about the outside world, and he had promised Homer that someday they would go out and the boy could meet the world for himself. Until then, the woods were their home. The forest was kind, but not everything that resided in it was. Homer had seen shadows, tricks of his imagination and tricks of the darkness, but no one real.

The wild men were a few days’ hike south of their cabin, emptying and resetting a few snares they had set up the first day of their hunting trip. It was a typical practice for the two, but on this trip, Homer was testing out a new kind of trap. The boy’s eye had caught a shadow’s movement to his right, and his hands hesitated while securing the rope when he turned his head to look.

Unlike the trees, the shadows had never been kind. The shadows that haunted Homer weren’t made of the absence of light alone- they held a life of their own. They moved in the corner of Homer’s vision and took on strange forms in the distance, just too far to decipher if they were real or fake. Edyr called this a curse, laid on Edyr by his lover, then passed from Edyr to Homer when he was born.

While releasing one of the traps, Homer could feel something trip in a way that was distinctly incorrect. He heard a warning yell of “Get down, boy!” from his father and felt a hand on his back, pushing him, and the next thing he knew he was on the ground.

Homer pushed himself to his knees and looked back. Edyr was on the ground as well, but he wasn’t getting up so fast.

“…Dad?” Homer called.

The support beams of the traps lay in pieces around them, the twine that held it together severed. This trap used a large rock as a weight, and that rock also lay on the ground, too close to Edyr’s head for comfort.

“Dad-,” Homer gasped and rushed over to his father. Ice washed through his bones when he saw blood rushing from Edyr’s head. Homer knew head wounds bleed a lot. He knew it could be more harmless than it looked. The blood was already collecting on the leaves under Edyr’s head. He wasn’t moving. “…Dad?” he asked, nervous. His father didn’t react. Homer shook his father’s shoulder and called again. Again, no reaction. Fear spiked through the boy’s body, and he put his palm in front of his father’s face to check for breathing. Breath faintly passed over Homer’s palm and he was granted slight relief. He’s not dead. It’ll take a lot more than that to kill this man, though the picture of Homer’s ginormous father, covered in furs with his wild hair and dark braided beard lying unconscious and bloodied was still terrifying.

Homer took a quick breath to pull himself together. His entire life it just been him and his father living in these woods. There were absolutely no other people around, not even a lost hiker or a wary forest ranger. The two wild men were far deeper into the Appalachian Mountains than most people dared venture. They were completely off the grid, completely self-reliant, and completely unreachable in case of emergency.

Edyr was a good teacher, though, and while he wasn’t very experienced and his hands shook, Homer thought he knew the first thing he needed to do. Quickly, he tore a strip of fabric from the bottom of his green cotton shirt, and then another. His heart was pounding in his chest. He took water from his canteen, poured it on one strip and gently dabbed at blood to reveal the actual wound on his father’s head. It was deeper than Homer hoped, ripping its way from the left side of Edyr’s hairline to his left brow. The snare’s counterweight, a large stone that previously hung above them, lay on the ground inches away, gray surface stained with a fresh red mark. Homer grit his teeth, stilling his thoughts, and continued. He pressed one cloth against the cut and wrapped the other strip around Edyr’s head, holding everything together firmly. He tied the pieces in a square knot, cursing under his breath at how much dark hair kept getting in his way. Both Edyr and Homer wore their hair long, Edyr’s dark and touched with gray, and Homer’s a pale blond that curled behind his ears.

“Shelter,” Homer whispered to himself and frantically looked around to remember where they were. The boy wasn’t confident on stitching up a cut, and he was especially wary of doing it out in the open without further plan. He needed a safe shelter. They were definitely too far south to return home, so Homer racked his mind to think of the nearest shelter. Where had they camped last night? By the river to the East, but that was also far. “Shit, come on. Dad-,” Homer spoke frantically and shook Edy’s shoulder. There was still no reaction. Homer grimaced in frustration. “Okay, think, Homer… Where can we go?”

On their initial journey South, Edyr and Homer passed the site of one of Edyr’s older sculptures- the man ventured out to build strange stone structures every so often and this was one he made before Homer could remember. It was a large stone altar in a shallow cave that was just barely carved out of the mountains by time. Edyr called it “the Southern Gift” and told his son that it was a reminder that what they receive from the world around them is no slight matter. The plants and the animals are just as important as men, and their sacrifices in harvest and hunt were gifts. Homer didn’t consider a rock falling on his dad’s head much of a gift right now.

The site provided measly shelter, but enough that the wild men had used the location as a campsite on several past hunting trips. It would have to work. Homer wiped his bloody hands on his shirt and took a deep breath. He wasn’t going to freak out. Edyr always told him that bad things get worse when you don’t keep your cool. “Don’t be bothered,” Edyr would say, “it’s like water off a duck’s back.”

“Water off a duck's back. We’re fine,” Homer repeated to himself, and took the great effort to pull his father onto his back. “Water off a duck’s back.” Edyr was heavy. Homer tried to stand and faltered, catching himself on his knees. “Come on…” He tried again, bracing himself better. This time he succeeded and felt the full weight of a limp body on his shoulders. He almost shuddered at the thought of what that meant, until Edyr moved slightly.

“Dad?” Homer’s voice caught in his throat. He turned his head as far as he could to see his father. “Dad, say something.”

“Homer…” Edyr groaned and tried to pick up his head before letting it rest again.

“I know- keep talking. Don’t stop talking. I’m going to take care of you, okay? We can get to the Southern Gift by sunset.”

“By sunset? You can’t carry me that long, boy…” Edyr’s voice sounded labored. “I can do it, I can take care of you. Just keep talking.” Homer took another breath and started walking North, to the Gift.

“Who am I to you?” Homer prompted. Edyr groaned again, understanding the prompt that

always led to the same little story. What started as a bedtime story that Homer adored had turned into a scripted conversation between the two.

“Who… Aren’t you?” Edyr asked, following the script.

“Who am I? A beast? A Shadow?” Homer continued.

“You’re a boy. A wild boy,” Edyr let his eyes fall shut as he spoke, “My son of the woods,

with the heart of an elk and the bravery of a bear…”

He must have gone quiet, because Homer chimed in to remind him, “and the eyes of an eagle-.”

“Don’t get ahead of yourself, boy,” Edyr took another ragged breath and continued, “and the eyes of an eagle. Wild boy, I brought you here to live. I brought you to the trees because they tell the best stories. I brought you to the dirt because it provides the best food. I brought you to the hunt because it teaches the best lessons. Beyond these trees lives a magic you have yet to see. It’s made of heat and light and poison. Beyond these trees live beasts like you and me. But they are not wild like us…” Edyr trailed off.

“You’ll meet the magic,” Homer said between breaths, “Dad- you’ll meet the magic.”

“You’ll meet the magic,” Edyr found his place again, “when the time is right, but till then you’re a wild boy. A wild boy of the trees and the dirt and the hunt. Of the elk and the bear and the eagle. You are Homer, son of Edyr and son of the Wild.”

Hours later, the sun was setting, and the shadows were getting longer. The tall trees overhead felt more looming than victorious. As the sun began to dip, there was a slight crisp chill in the air that confirmed any suspicion that the seasons were changing. Homer’s legs and back ached under the weight of his father, who seemed to be drifting in and out of consciousness as his speech would fade and then return next to Homer’s ear. Homer was sweating, and his hair stuck to his face like the blood did to his father’s. Homer could hear the man losing energy, his stories trailing off more and making less sense. It felt like he might be running a fever. They needed to get to the Southern Gift before the sun went down, but Homer was slowing.

Shadows licked at Homer’s feet, threatening to wrap around his ankles and trip him, taunting his efforts. Homer could feel their malice and amusement at his situation, and he hated them. The shadows had never been his friends, but they felt especially cruel now.

Two of the trees in the distance ahead almost looked like figures. Homer took a moment to wipe the sweat out of his eyes and it became more clear- those two figures were people. Or at least, definitively shaped like people. One tall, one smaller. They could have been shadows. Homer nudged his father, who paused his rambling story to groan miserably.

“Dad- hold on, dad- look,” Homer gasped, “Do you see them?”

Edyr took effort to lift his head. “See what, boy?”

“People- there’s people,” Homer replied, and trekked forward with a fresh vigor, “you see them, right?” Edyr was quiet for a moment, focusing. Homer’s heart thumped in his chest. Please be real. Don’t be shadows. Please. Tell me you see them.

“I… see them,” Edyr finally spoke, in disbelief. Homer was plagued by shadows that disguised themselves in any form that would deceive the wild boy, but Edyr’s eyes were more reliable; he hadn’t seen a real person in the 15 years since Homer’s mother had left.

“You see them?” Homer’s voice grew louder, “You SEE them?”

“I see them, Homer,” Edyr affirmed, quieter. He grimaced at Homer’s raised voice and was thankful that the wild boy couldn’t see his face. Homer lunged forward towards the figures, but a pained grunt from Edyr made him pause. He couldn’t run with his father on his back. He couldn’t set the man down and run without him either, he didn’t trust the woods to protect him, and he didn’t trust the shadows to leave him be, either. They always moved when Homer wasn’t looking.

“How do I- I need to get their attention. Dad, how do I get them to stop-”

“Yell, boy. Use our call,” Edyr said.

“Your head-,” Homer started.

“My head will be fine. Call for them,” Edyr repeated.

Homer took a deep breath. He felt nervous. The call was an exclamation that Homer and Edyr used to communicate through the trees- to assure each other of their presence and their safety. Homer had never seen another human, let alone called to someone who wasn’t his father. The nerves and excitement sent electricity through his chest as he parted his lips and let out the call.

A sharp “YIP,” blasted through the trees, halfway between a yell and a siren. Immediately, Homer saw the figures pause and turn. They were dark, too far to catch anything but their silhouettes, but Edyr had seen them so they couldn’t have been shadows. Homer saw the figures chirp back and forth, and finally they turn around and begin to approach. Homer could have swum in the relief pouring off him.

Once they were only a few yards away, the figures stopped being figures and became themselves. The taller one was even taller than Homer had guessed, with bright green eyes and dark, curly hair. He was so tall thatif he didn’t have arms and legs Homer might have guessed this stranger was really a tree. He was not a tree, though, and he rushed to the wild men, concern obvious on his face. The smaller stranger followed and seemed to be about Homer’s age. Unlike his companion, his expression betrayed no hidden emotion. A bandage covered his left eye, and the rest of his face was blank, but he had the same dark curls as his older companion. His right arm was gone. Not bandaged or bleeding, just absent.

“What’s happened?” the older man asked as he rushed forward and caught Homer just as his legs failed him, holding both him and his father up. Homer stared at the strangers, unable to speak through his wonder. Real people. Real people who aren’t my dad. Other. People.

“Our trap failed,” Edyr spoke up through Homer’s silence.

Homer’s voice caught up with him, “We’re going to the Southern Gift- shelter.”

“Shelter- good. Let me take him, we can help get you there,” The man spoke with such firm direction that Homer just nodded, trusting him. There wasn’t any other option, though, as Homer didn’t think he could walk any further with his father on his back anyway. He gave his father over to the stranger, who lifted the man with little effort onto his own back. Freed of the weight, Homer caught his breath.

The younger stranger stood further back from the other three, watching hesitantly. Homer caught his eyes and they both stared for a moment, both mistrustful of the other, neither willing to look away first. Edyr grunted in pain and Homer’s eyes snapped away, focusing back on his father. Edyr had only shifted while directing the taller stranger. “-Edyr,” he finished his greeting, “And my son is Homer.”

“Glad to have found you, Edyr,” replied the stranger. He turned to his young companion and Homer and nodded his head forward, “I’m Di. Let’s get to the… what’d you call it? The Southern Gift? Before nightfall.”

Homer had no time to add anything else- Di started moving. He wasn’t quite running, not wanting to jostle Edyr too much, but his legs were long and he moved with a pace that necessitated Homer and the other boy run alongside him.

The second that the group reached the Gift they got to work. Di set Edyr on the flat stone of the large altar and his bright eyes turned to Homer.

“You got a medical bag?” he asked.

“Yeah- yes,” Homer replied and retrieved it, still panting from his attempt to keep up with Di. The man had been moving almost unnaturally fast, not that Homer could think of anything besides his father’s condition much. Di took the supplies and set them on the altar in front of him. He carefully pulled the makeshift bandages from Edyr’s forehead and grimaced at the messy cut that hid beneath them. Dried blood caked the skin, and the surface of the cut itself looked downright angry, with bone not only visible but far too visible. Homer couldn’t look away from it.

“That definitely needs stitches. Homer, can you spare some clean water?” Di asked. Homer complied without question, offering Di the water and another clean cloth from his pack “Alcohol too.” Di said with direction. Homer passed the bottle to the man, who cleaned his hands first and then the cut, which make Edyr suck in air through his teeth and grip the edges of the stone he lay on.

Edyr closed his eyes and Di picked up a curved needle and string, holding it close to his face as his roughened hands delicately directed the thread through the eye of the needle. Homer put his hands on his father’s shoulders to steady him and offer support as Di began to close the wound. Edyr made no sound as the needle pierced his flesh but grit his teeth as his skin was pulled back together. Di had sturdy hands and moved with a confidence that told Homer that he knew what he was doing; he must be familiar with this type of aid- of patching up someone hurt in less-than-ideal conditions. Homer felt sick. Not from the sight itself, he had killed and processed so many animals that handling gore was just another task, but from that gore being on his father. The boy gripped the fabric of his father’s shirt lightly, holding his breath. All his fears screamed behind a wall in his head.

The younger stranger’s absence from the huddle wasn’t noticed by Homer until Di had cut the string, cleaned the wound again, and stepped back. Homer’s eyes were still stuck on his father for several moments when Di’s words cut into his perception.

“Why don't you look for some tinder,” Di said, voice soft, “we’ll need to build a fire soon. Don’t wander far, alright?” Homer watched the young stranger nod and spare a cool glance to him and his father before walking into the brush. Homer looked around them and found only him and his father’s supplies. The strangers hadn’t brought anything with them. Had they dropped their things to carry Edyr? That couldn't be right… Through the forest Homer had carried his and his father’s supplies, and the other boy carried nothing. Homer’s brow furrowed, and he stared at Di.

Who were these people? How did they make it out here with nothing- hundreds of miles away from any sort of town?

Di turned and caught Homer’s eyes. His solemn face immediately warmed into a gentle smile as he spoke, “Why don’t you sit down… You did a really great job Homer, take a breather.”

Homer only nodded in reply, now calm enough to be suspicious of the strangers. Di’s smile tightened slightly, as if he could tell. “We’re lost, Homer,” he started, “We’ve been trying to get away from… a bad situation. It’s been a lot of catching rabbits and sleeping under bushes this week.” The man ended his explanation with a chuckle, and the warmth he exuded was so charming that Homer couldn’t help but accept what Di said. He had no reason to believe these strangers were ill-intentioned, anyway. He had proof of the opposite. The first real people Homer had ever known. They were good people, he decided.

Homer let Di free of his persistent gaze and turned it instead to his father, still laying on the stone of the altar, eyes closed. “Dad,” Homer called.

“Homer,” Edyr replied.

“You’re okay?”

“I’ll be okay,” Edyr said and took a deep breath before opening his eyes. Dull green met dull green as the wild men looked at each other, and Homer, for the first time in a while, couldn't tell what his father was thinking. The man’s eyes moved to Di, who watched them quietly, and then back to Homer. “Why don't you forage for some wood as well.”

“We don’t need that much tinder, we already have logs on our pack-,” Homer started.

“Go help, boy,” Edyr said firmly.

Homer’s brows furrowed again, frustrated. He wanted to know more about the strangers. If Edyr was going to talk with Di, Homer wanted to be a part of the conversation. But he took a step back and nodded. He trusted his father.

Homer wandered into the trees, absently picking up the dry sticks and branches that would burn well. The sun had just dipped below the horizon, so the sky was still a warm and deep purply blue. After a pause, Homer abandoned his search and instead started for a spot where he could more clearly see the sky. Not too far behind the Southern Gift there was a steep ledge that offered a wide open view of the valley below and the sky above. Homer set down the meager collection he held in his arms and sat on the edge of the outlook.

Homer stared into the dark sky above his head, counting the stars and reciting their names under his breath. It was an exercise he’s been doing for years. The sky was all but tattooed onto Homer’s eyelids, but practicing their names was calming. It grounded him, and after all of the day’s excitement he needed to feel grounded again.

Homer paused the exercise when he heard the younger stranger stepping through the brush behind him. Homer hadn’t gotten the boy’s name in all the panic. The boy sat down next to him, though, and stared up at the dark sky as well. Now that his father was safe, the overwhelming curiosity about these real people took hold of Homer. His gaze fixed on the boy; no one had ever taught him it’s impolite to stare.

The boy turned his head and met Homer’s eyes. He stayed silent.

“I’m Homer,” Homer started.

The other boy nodded.

Homer stared.

The other boy stared back.

“…What is your name?” Homer prompted.

“Dezin. Jay Frio,” the boy responded bluntly.

“Jay Frio?” Homer asked.

“Dezin.”

“Oh.”

They both fell silent again. Homer returned his gaze to the stars. There was Orion, dedicatedly watching over the fall sky. He stood over Lepus and Eridanus, and he reached up to Taurus. Were these the same stars that the strangers knew? Where did they come from? Why were they here? Does everyone know these stars, or are they just Homer’s?

“Do you see Pleiades?” Homer broke the silence with a question, though it wasn’t one of the many gnawing at him. “To the right of Orion. They’re seven sisters that were made into stars because Orion wouldn’t stop chasing them. But Orion followed them into the sky anyway.”

Silence fell upon them again.

“Where is it?” Dezin asked.

“Pleiades?”

Dezin nodded. Homer’s bright smile was hidden by the night. He scooted closer to the other boy and pointed upwards, first towards Orion and then slowly dragging his arm towards the right. Dezin’s eyes followed his finger.

“Up there, the little cluster that looks like a dipper. You know the dippers, right?”

“Yes.”

“Do you see it?” Homer asked, then waited, giving Dezin time to search. The boy lifted his own arm and pointed towards the constellation as well.

“Pleiades,” he stated flatly.

“Yeah,” Homer confirmed, no longer watching the sky but instead watching Dezin’s eyes reflect the twinkling lights above them. The stars looked more beautiful in the reflection- in the eyes of another person. A real person. Watching the boy’s eyes, Homer’s questions fell away. Him and his father’s hunting trip had gone eschew, but they were safe. It was dark, but the shadows didn’t bother Homer. These two strangers appeared, but they were kind. They were lost, and Homer had a gut feeling that they were meant to find him. That he was meant to find them, too. A shiver ran up Homer’s spine, and his own eyes sparkled just the same as Dezin’s: filled with stars. “Pleiades.”

#short story #original character #fiction #uhhh slaayyyy #smd baz #grin

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mumms-the-word · 1 year ago

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Per request by @trying-to-do-good some headcanons about Ardynn and Halsin in the Reclaimed Lands (formerly the Shadow Cursed Lands)

Obviously Halsin went on ahead with like nine wagons of children plus other refugees hoping for natural haven as opposed to city life and Ardynn followed after with more refugees in her wake

I imagine the reunion between Halsin and Ardynn was very sweet, even though they were only apart for a few days lol

Anyway they and the other refugees get to work basically taking apart all the existing houses and structures to rebuild them as new homes around the reclaimed lands. I imagine that the land still looks kinda rough, with chasms and pits, but that Thaniel has been sort of smoothing these places over with roots and vines to create safer walkways. The first few months of the reclaimed lands, the sound of hammers on wood and chisels on stone is the constant sound heard throughout the land, and people get a lot of joy in building something and resting from a day of hard work

Between Thaniel coaxing the land to yield crops and food again, and Ardynn hunting for meat in nearby forests, the people are kept fed while the land slowly heals. There are also idols to Silvanus and Mielikki everywhere, carved by people, brought over by people. Soon there are little carved idols for Thaniel too, made mostly by the kids, who love playing with him.

Ardynn and Halsin’s home is part wooden cabin part literal tree, and it’s a mixture of work by the two of them and Thaniel. The tree takes up most of one room, holding up part of the roof/ceiling and growing upward beyond it, and the rest of the house is built naturally around the roots using old wood from broken homes. Ardynn coaxes vines and climbing plants to grow along the sides, so after a time it becomes hard to tell where manmade walls start and nature begins. It suits her and Halsin very much.

I imagine everyone lives very close by, away from the town itself but in close-built homes. The building that serves as a home for all the orphaned children is very close to Halsin and Ardynn’s house, but as much as everyone calls Halsin “Daddy Halsin” and as much as the two of them consider the children their adopted/fostered kids, the community genuinely becomes very communal and everyone kind of raises everyone else. Kids know they can go up to almost anyone for help. And they spend most of their days playing and almost getting underfoot before eventually some refugees agree to build a school that rotates teachers and lessons (Ardynn teaches foraging, archery, and survival skills, while others teach reading, writing, math, art, and so on)

Ardynn loves the kids but at first she’s the one patrolling the outskirts, bow at the ready, because she’s not sure whether people will leave them in peace or not. I like to imagine eventually Thaniel can magically create a light barrier, almost hiding the lands from everyone, but not blocking access, either. More like when people get close they get a compulsion to seek another route, which they can ignore or counteract with charms or something. It keeps people safe without locking them in or making it so others can’t join them

Eventually the lands settle into comfortable patterns. There’s a dedicated patrol system, a school and plenty of playtime for the children, people work together to grow food or maintain homes. The community has a barter system—“I exchange my food for your services to repair my home” kind of deal—and money is virtually useless except for when someone has to leave the lands to buy a special tool to bring back. Disputes aren’t uncommon but they’re settled by a council of peers and Halsin is seen as the de facto leader with Ardynn a very close second (and any decisions they make, they make jointly and only after conferring with one another). On the rare occasion the community has to expel someone for crimes or endangering the community, everyone feels solemn and sad about it and treat it as a failure of the community as a whole (what can we do to better support our people so they don’t turn to these vile practices?)

But somehow the weight of leadership as an Alderman is lighter on Halsin’s shoulders than the weight of being Archdruid. It suits him, as does fatherhood, and Ardynn is there to support him every step of the way.

For your 100 followers, would you want to an epilogue scene for one of your OCs where all the little side characters you saved along the way have their own happy endings and they thank your OC and their romanced companion for making their lives better?

Oh gosh I’ve only had epilogues with Dani and Ardynn and they were both good beans who saved everyone they could. They’d have to set up a line and stand there shaking hands for 2 hours 😂

I do have headcanons about where a lot of people ended up, particularly in Dani’s game. Especially the tieflings. She helps the tieflings establish their own little neighborhood in Baldur’s Gate and makes sure all their businesses/schools get off the ground, like Bex’s bakery/tea shop and Alfira’s music school and so on.

Gale and Dani visit Rolan and his siblings regularly in Ramazith for magic discussions and tea and to mess with Rolan a little (well, Gale is there to be helpful, Dani is there to tease, she loves Rolan like a brother).

Dani is the number one most frequent customer of Bex’s tea house because she’s obsessed with her cookies and Gale loves Danis’s tea. Gale and Dani are among the very first people that Bex and Danis break the news about their pregnancy to, and Dani is elated for them.

Dani also regularly visits Alfira’s music school. She helps tutor the violin players on their music but she’s not suited to teaching all that much, since her advice is basically “you got it! Keep trying!” while trying not to wince. Gale offers to teach them spells until he realizes that bards have a fundamentally different understanding of casting magic than wizards do (I headcanon that bards don’t even use the same melodies for spells, like there isn’t a system like “Play A C F A to cast healing word” bards just sort of guess at magic and use their own music to convey the spell and whatever works for them is whatever they repeat; but this was absolutely frustrates Gale as a wizard because it makes replication and study wibbly wobbly)

Dani is a bit better at teaching them spells and Gale is interested in watching, at the very least, and trying to make sense of it all

I could keep going tbh. They find Zevlor a quiet place to retire, close to where the thieflings operate with Mol as their leader (Dani respects Mol’s ambition to take over the Guild but she’s also like “I need you to be in a house not a tent in the Guild headquarters” and the other Thieflings appreciate having a home to go back to after they’re done selling papers and stuff). I’m sure Cerys and Zorru join the flaming fist or something. Or get merc work. Idk as much about them.

I do think they Cerys, Zorru, Cal, Lia, and Zevlor form an unofficial militia on behalf of their neighborhood to deal with internal conflicts that they don’t want the flaming fist poking their noses in. Most of these conflicts end up roping in Dani too. Thankfully, conflicts are rare in the first couple of years, aside from some racist bozos Dani is only too happy to yeet from the neighborhood

And Dammon, of course, still has his forge. Dani and Gale regularly check up on him and they’re working constantly with him to find a way to upgrade or repair or even replace Karlach’s heart. The progress is slow but Dani refuses to give up. She sends Karlach little notes from Dammon all the time, usually as sending spells.

Meanwhile in Ardynn’s world she kind of loses touch with anyone not in the Reclaimed Lands with her and Halsin lol that’s a whole separate post tho, I have tons of headcanons for how Ardynn and Halsin shape the reclaimed lands as Aldermen of the commune

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 headcanons #bg3 #added more headcanons at the bottom #long post

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peterparkersnose · 2 years ago

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Lovers and Love.

pairing: Joel Miller x reader

word count: 2.4k

warnings: pregnancy (if you don't like don't read), descriptions of morning sickness, anxiety, angst, illusions to sex

a/n back to your regularly scheduled program i dont wanna hear it i don’t write pregnancy stories often (i say this with a modern day au pregnancy joel fic in my drafts). literally my third in a year (back during my wattpad days I would solely write pregnancy stories. ew). i really like how this turned out though, the length is good

summary Y/N tries to hide that she is pregnant and Joel finds out

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“What’s filling that pretty head of yours lately?” Joel asked between each chop of the wood.

“Oh, nothing.” you lied.

“You looked mighty focused on that rock just a minute ago.”

“Better than looking at you chopping wood,” you scoffed sarcastically, getting Joel’s scent off your trail.

What you were really thinking about? The last time you got your period.

Each swing of the axe made you cringe. You begged to think of something different, but the thought had filled your mind for the past few days when your expected period didn’t arrive.

You and Ellie had swept out an old convenience store about a month ago. Ellie found some period products and gave some to you and it made you think.

When was the last time you got your period?

Ever since you were a child you dreamed of being a mother. Raising a family with someone you loved. But when the world fell to cordyceps, that idea was quickly left in the past with every other hope and dream you ever had.

This was no environment for an adult, let alone a child. A baby was an absolute no. The constant crying would attract any creature in a mile radius. It wouldn’t get the proper nutrition babies needed to grow. And giving birth in this world was a borderline death sentence.

And your baby’s daddy? The man you had been hooking up with on the low.

He was meant to move the cargo. You assisted the cargo and made sure it behaved.

It wasn’t your fault when Ellie was captured by David and you and Joel had to hide out in a shed one night alone.

Or maybe that time Ellie went out hunting.

Or the time Joel had to cover your mouth and tell you to shut up because she was asleep in the next room.

You knew Ellie wasn’t a dumb kid, but you were just praying she wasn’t that smart.

But pregnancy tests were nonexistent. Most of them you assumed would be expired. Can pregnancy tests even expire? And condoms, come on. It would honestly be funny if Joel pulled one out as a joke. There was no way any of those were still in use at least five years after the breakout.

“Y/N!” Joel yelled, catching your attention. The volume of his voice caught you off guard. “What’s wrong with you, seriously?” he scoffed, flipping his axe in his hand.

Brushing him off, you helped him carry wood into the small abandoned cabin you had found for the night.

Ellie was sitting on the matted couch with her leg resting on top of the coffee table in what was left of the living room. If you squinted, it looked almost normal. No clickers, no cannibals, just a normal world, a normal Ellie sitting in a normal house.

You needed to quickly get the idea of a normal world out of your head. It wasn’t here anymore. You couldn’t hope and dream like you used to. It wasn’t the time for fantasy land anymore. This was serious shit.

“Thank god, I am fucking freezing!” Ellie announced, rubbing her hands together.

Joel dropped his few planks of wood on the ground. “I’m gonna go look for some blankets and supplies upstairs. Ellie, help Y/N with the fire.”

Ellie groaned and slammed her feet on the floor one by one from the coffee table dramatically. You could already imagine the eye roll she had just given him.

You began arranging the logs into a nice stack. Joel had cut enough to easily last you through the night and maybe into the morning.

“You doin’ okay?” Ellie asked, searching through her backpack for the matches. “Mhm,” you lied, watching her scratch the match and throw it in the dry fireplace.

“Joel said something about-” “It doesn’t matter what Joel said.” you cut her off. Ellie rested back on her legs. She was very obviously disappointed you wouldn’t tell her what was wrong.

Was it really that obvious?

“What did I say now?” Joel asked from the banister. He was carrying blankets in his hands he found in the bedrooms. He had a big smile plastered on his face that only widened when your eyes met his.

Just imagine how he would be. Carrying down blankets for you and your child to make a fort together. Making popcorn and watching a movie as the sky became dark. The child would fall asleep in your arms and the two of you would stare at each other and appreciate the world, the life you made together.

You broke eye contact with him and shook your head.

How could you let yourself think like that?

“That I was the best clicker killer in the group.” Ellie made up, lightening the mood. “Oh really now?” Joel chuckled, throwing all of the sheets down on Ellie.

“Oh thank god, warmth.” she sighed, wrapping herself in as many blankets as she could hold.

You snatched a blanket from Ellie with a smirk and moved in front of the fire. You saw the sun setting from one of the still intact windows. Joel made the bold move of laying directly next to you. Normally you would have been so touched by this little bit of public affection (even though the definition of public, for now, was just Ellie), but you were so exhausted by your mind games from the day that you couldn’t care less.

Ellie curled up next to you. She moved into your chest, wrapping her arms around one of yours. Poor Joel, Ellie got all your affection tonight after all.

After a few minutes, she was asleep.

“You wanna meet upstairs in a bit? Tell her your takin’ a piss or something.” Joel whispered in your ear. His wide hand touched your back, making you tense. He was craving your touch you could tell. It had been a few weeks since your last hookup. “No. Not tonight,” you whispered back, pulling Ellie closer.

“Hey,” he said in a low tone. You turned your head to look at him. “What’s really goin’ on?”

“Nothing,” you lied. “I know when your lying.” he sighed. “Joel, drop it.” you hissed.

Ellie’s head looked up at yours. You felt the movement and immediately reacted.

“I’m sorry, baby girl. Go back to sleep now,” you said sweetly to her, brushing her hair to the side of her face. You could tell Joel noticed how you called her baby girl. That’s what he called her.

“What’s happening?” she asked groggily. “Nothing important. Now back to sleep. We need our energy for tomorrow.” You gave her a reassuring kiss on the top of her head.

Ellie nodded and resumed back to her sleeping spot in your arms.

Joel now sat against the couch, watching the two of you interact.

After a moment of silence to make sure Ellie was asleep again, he spoke.

“You would make a great mother one day.”

Your head whipped around and the look on your face said it all.

“With Ellie ‘n stuff. Sorry,” Joel muttered, rubbing his hands down the front of his jeans nervously. The man never usually let his guard down and say vulnerable things like that and you could tell he was disappointed by your reaction.

“Good night Joel,” you said sincerely. He was right. Ellie was like a little sister to you.

On the brink of sleep, you heard him throw another log on the fire. Blankets shuffled and there was a defining silence. Then the thought hit you.

There was no way he knew, right?

The faces matched so perfectly but yet were so different. Joel stood in a kitchen, the kitchen in the house you grew up in. You followed the scent of some sort of food and wandered into the kitchen. Your balance seemed off to you. Looking down, you were met by a large bump. No toes could be seen.

“Mama!” you heard. Your head whipped around to the kitchen table. It was the same oak as you remembered it. A baby sat in a high chair. It had curly (your color hair) and Joel’s eyes. It scared you how fast you recognized his features. Unremarkably, they were copied onto the baby's face. “Come on now, eat your breakfast,” Ellie said, encouraging the child. She appeared next to them with a spoon in her hand, making airplane noises as the child laughed.

“Ellie! Did you finish your homework?” Joel asked her. The oh-so-familiar groan escaped from her lips.

“Yes… maybe…” she began to say as the dream began to fade.

You shot upright, breathing heavily. Then the feeling arose from your stomach.

“Y/N?” Joel asked, shielding his face from the sun rays displaying over his eyes. He watched you run to the kitchen that was left of the living room.

The kitchen sink was the victim of your vomit.

Joel quickly stood up and went to your side. His hand returned to its spot from the previous night.

“It’s okay,” he said. You could tell he was trying to calm you, but it also sounded like he was trying to calm himself.

Tears began to roll down your cheeks as the vomiting came to an end.

“I’m sorry,” you whimpered, wiping your mouth on your sleeve. “No, no. Stop, you have nothing to be sorry about.”

“Joel… please,” you stuttered. You embraced him. His surprisingly warm figure held yours tightly. “It’s okay,” he said again.

“You want to try to go back to sleep?” he asked you. Hesitantly, you shook your head yes.

Thank god Ellie was a deep sleeper when she had been asleep for a while. You could just imagine her putting the puzzle pieces together and announcing it without a second thought. She is a smart girl.

Joel held you on the wood floor. The two of you didn’t care if Ellie woke up to find your embrace. Sleep didn’t return to you, but a sense of peace did. You forgot about the world, the pregnancy, the cold, and the anger for just a moment. It was just you and Joel. The way it should be.

“Good morning Mom and Dad,” Ellie said, poking her foot into your shoulder.

Your eyes fluttered open from their relaxed state. “Go find some breakfast and shut it.” you hissed at her. Joel adjusted his hold on you, sighing in your ear.

“Some kid, huh?” he whispered.

“Tell me about-”

“Eugh! What the hell happened here?” Ellie yelled from the kitchen.

“I got food poisoning. Leave it,” you yelled to the kitchen, coming up with your best lie.

“Before we leave you should look upstairs. I thought I saw some clothes you might like. Warmer for the winter too,” Joel grunted, sitting up straight and stretching his arms behind his back.

Using the coffee table to help you up, you trotted across the cold floor and made your way upstairs.

The first bedroom was empty. The second had a few long sleeve tee shirts and a pair of jeans that would fit you. At least for now. You picked up a sweatshirt for Ellie and a book she might like.

The third bedroom seemed to be a children’s room. You were going to look for something smaller for Ellie, but when you opened the first drawer you were met with rows of baby clothes.

Your hands ran over the patterns on the onesies. A baby girl had lived here. Your heart ached as you tried not to think about what her fate had possibly been.

You opened another drawer and it was filled with baby shoes. The memories of swooning over the baby shoes at the store when you were younger filled your mind. The memory of little Y/N mentally picking out which shoes her baby would wear one day warmed your heart.

Opening the top drawer again, you looked through the clothes. You let yourself choose four, one for each season. Easy enough to keep hidden in your backpack. You were too busy looking at the clothes to notice Joel leaning against the doorframe.

You only noticed him when you turned to put the clothes into your backpack.

Audibly gasping, you dropped your bag on the ground along with the onesies.

“I… I-”

“Don’t,” Joel sighed. He bent down and grabbed your bag along with the baby clothes.

“You really thought I didn’t know?” he chuckled, slowly opening the zipper to your backpack.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, face burning red. It’s all you could manage to say. Your brain felt numb.

“No, Y/N. It takes two, remember?” he smiled, holding up a onesie in front of him.

“Been a while since I’ve done this,” he chuckled, beginning to fold the clothes. You stared at him astonished.

He was taking this news surprisingly well. You expected him to leave you somewhere, or even worse. The fact that he was smiling and folding clothes for a baby in this world was shocking.

“How did you know?” you asked him. He gave you the side eye and smirked. “I know your body like the back of my hand. I just have to close my eyes and…”

Joel closed his eyes and the stupidest grin grew on his face.

“Stop it!” you blushed, giving him a playful slap on the arm. “I notice things, darling,” he said, assuring you everything was right.

“How long have you known?” you asked him. You nervously dragged your finger across the dresser’s carved pattern. “Week maybe. Figured it was either that or you were hidin’ a bite. I prayed you were pregnant instead of bitten.”

“You also were avoiding me as much as you could,”

You looked at your shoes. “I really just didn’t want to think about… you. This.” you admitted.

“I’m not mad, sweetheart. Pick a few more, I have room in my bag.”

You opened the drawer again and went for your second pics.

“Your not mad?” you asked him. “I’m not thrilled. When I figured it out it wasn’t fun. But now…”

“What about now?” you asked him. Joel sighed.

“If I heard right…” he began.

“My shithead little brother has started a settlement up in Jackson.”

“Tommy?” you asked, folding a pair of baby shorts. “Get ‘sum them shoes too,” Joel muttered, pulling at the handle of the drawer.

“Jackson’s about a few day ride from here. I can't guarantee he’ll be happy to see me but it’s our best hope.” he assured you, placing his hand back on your back. This time you accepted his touch and pushed back on it.

You both agreed that would be the next step in your journey.

“Any name suggestions?” he asked you, handing you back your backpack.

“Jesus Joel, I haven’t even thought about that.” you said, swinging it on your back.

“What about Ellie Junior?” you heard her ask from the hall.

You and Joel made quick eye contact and then looked back at Ellie. Your mouth fell slightly open. The fear expressed over your face, you were basically a deer in headlights.

She walked into the bedroom with a shameful look on her face. “I wasn’t trying to listen I promise. This house seems to echo.”

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heartfullofleeches · 2 years ago

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Monster reader is my top fav of ALL readers.

Like just imagine if Monster reader just wanted food so they go into a place that looks like it has food. And somehow walks into a cult meeting that give their upmost dedication to some monster god that looks similar to monster reader lol.

“ Today, we have come together to give our upmost dedication and beliefs into our savior. Our savior who gave us our life and our creation! And that is why today, we will be sacrificing this fool who dared to disrespect- Door opens

“ Oh. Sorry for interrupting, but I was wondering if you have any spare food?”

“….. OUR SAVIOR HAS FINALLY RETURNED!”

“ FORGIVE US FOR BASKING IN YOUR PRESENCE WITH ASKING MY LORD!! EVERYONE GET ON YOUR KNEES AND PRAY FOR FORGIVENESS!”

Lol.

(small mention of gore)

Two months, fourteen days, and five hours.

The longest you've ever went without food. If you were human, the time frame would have held a heavy tax on your body if not killing you out right, but all it did leave was dull pains in your abdomen. During said period, you found a nice cave to sleep in and recover from the injuries sustained in your escape from the facility that stole you from your home. The rest cured your broken bones and scrapes, but unfortunately like every living creature - you needed to eat.

The area you resided in didn't have much going for it in the food category. Most of the edible plants and berries had been picked clean, and you were took out of practice to hunt for your meal. Being locked in a white room with meat thrown at you randomly really put you out of shape in more ways than one. Your fears of having to leave the forest were extinguished with the discovery of an old wrapper found one evening near a neck of the woods you had yet to explore.

The guards at that place walked around with similar papers, filling you with unease, but that anxiety goes out the door the second your nose picks up on a familiar smell. Raw meat.

Climbing over some rocks, you spot a collection of wooden enclosures with strange symbols painted atop. The books the researchers made you read never talked about those. Their knowledge led you to the conclusion that these buildings were cabins and the one where that alluring smell was coming from was the closest to you. There was noise from the neighboring buildings, but if you acted quietly then maybe you could just grab enough food to hold you off for a while and they'd be none the wiser.

Creeping past the red tap that secludes the camp from the rest of the forest, a shrill scream pierces the heavens. It pins you to place, the memories of the cellmates you lost rushing to mind. Is someone hurt? Despite your experiences with others, you wanted to help, but you needed strength in case of any danger.

You hurry to the door, breaking the lock and flinging yourself into the darkness. Your advanced sight guides you through the shadows and straight to your prize. The blinding light from the icebox is the most beautiful pain you've ever witnessed. Forgetting the manners you learned overtime, you claw open various bags of dead flesh and wolf down whatever you can get your hands on. A few of the bags have names on them, but you're too hungry to care why. Bewteen the wet squish of your teeth gnashing shut, a hush blows through the crowd forming outside.

"I told you I heard something, dude. Probably a fucking bear or something. It's eating the reserves."

"Relax. I'll handle it."

The light flickers on. You've been found The guilt you felt for eating the human's food without asking turns into panic as the first thing you see is the barrel of a shotgun pointed square blank at your face. You drop the meat in your hands and cower against the back wall; your first week of freedom spent pushing bullets of the same caliber out your spine. Your lips curl over your teeth as it clatters to the ground in front of you, still afraid as if it could do anything without a handler.

"Could it be?..."

You look up at the robed figures filling the room, the creases of their faces twisted in awe or fright. The first to fall is the one holding the weapon, followed by the rest of their group as they fall to their knees, bowing their heads and rising their hands in prayer. One of the memb pulls out another still standing in shock above you.

"The day of your arrival has finally come. Forgive us, Master. We didn't recognize you at first in such a weak state. Please spare us of your spite."

Master? That's an odd name. You quite liked the one a kind human gave you once. Y/n rolls off the tongue nicer.

"If you still require sustenance, we will leave you to your feast unless you'd prefer the fresher product of our harvest. If I may offer a suggestion, we can mend your clothes and prepare you a bath to cleanse you of our tainted blood."

Bath. Those were the only highlight of the facility. Why are these people being so nice to you compared to them? It made you feel terrible considering you were the one that broke into their home. Hunger beating the conflicting emotions, you continue to eat the meat until your stomach could carry no more. You probably stopped a few bites before you reached maximum capacity due to all the eyes on you making you a little uncomfortable.

You step out of the cabin, wiping your mouth with the bottom of your shirt to be polite. The cult watches your every move, but not one person makes a peep. Considering you were the center of attention, they must be waiting for you.

"Um... hello."

The members of the cult collectively lose their minds.

"Our messiah! They speak! To lowly beings as us."

"It really is them! I'm sorry for ever doubting your presence, my lord."

"This form suits you best in my expert opinion. Let us gather in celebration for your arrival."

They gather around you, examining your claws and taking measurements of your body to prepare proper clothing for you. The questions and praise your bombarded with make your head spin, but soon enough you're led to a bathing house in another cabin and your stress is washed away by the warm water and those who tend to your mated clothes and hair. Not long into your bath, others come with robes for you to wear. They sob and shrivel beneath your words of thanks, everyone here does.

After dinner where you sit at the head of the table, too full to eat a bite of food, you're allowed to wonder the grounds until your cabin has been fully furnished. You enter the room where the screams originated from hours ago, shocked by what you discover.

A mural of a beast similar to you was painted on the far wall in fine paint and what smelled like blood. Dual irises, onyx fangs, the cross scar in the center of its chest. This creature was you, a bigger, menacing and all powerful you. Below the painting was a dead human spilt open from sternum to belly, the bones broken away and organs scooped clean. Backing away from the scene, you bump into someone.

"We are so glad that you've come to us, Master. Please grant us the lasting benefit of your presence for the rest of our days - and beyond

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inmyfxith · 2 years ago

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Heaven of Peace

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Daughter!reader

OC: None

Warnings: None

Words: 669

The circumstances of your arrival at the cabin seemed especially strange to you. Your memories of life before moving there seemed so fuzzy that you were convinced it was all a figment of your imagination. As if your life began in this small cabin. The cabin was isolated from everything, other dwellings, people, and civilization in general.

The singing of the birds and the distant hum of the nearby towns seemed to be your only connection to other human beings. Sometimes the desire to explore what lay beyond the woods became so strong that it became a source of conflict with your mother.

She tried in every way possible to keep you away from it, to protect you from the pain that comes with relationships and interacting with other people. But, the lack of contact with outsiders began to have the opposite effect of what Wanda wanted. You eventually ventured beyond your mother's imposed boundaries. Awakened at dawn by the usual singing of a nightingale in the midst of building its nest, the sun peeking over the horizon irresistibly drew you away from the forbidden. One last look at Wanda, asleep on the couch of the small cabin after another night of vigilance, and you crossed the threshold. The feeling of doing something forbidden made the outside even more mysterious and your senses seemed to be multiplied.

Once the cabin was out of your sight, a feeling of anxiety settled over you. A lesser panic than the taste of adventure born several weeks earlier. The trees seemed identical to each other, no path was drawn among the plants marking Wanda's ingenuity in the installation of the cabin.

Nature was still evolving all around you, but less confidently than usual. The birds were still singing but they did not linger in the trees and the sound of cars and human life seemed to intensify as you advanced. The assurance you took with each step forward was suddenly shaken by an ominous and unknown sound. A sound like that of a horn, echoing through the leaves of the trees and frightening the few birds that had come to gather small branches. So you tried to look around to find out where the sound was coming from, and voices began to rise. They were incomprehensible, but from the sound they made, you were convinced they were hunting something... or someone.

Terror then took hold of you. You had no idea what was going on or who these people were. So you began to run in the opposite direction to the sounds, not knowing where you were going. The voices were still audible, seeming to draw closer as you advanced. Tripping over a tree trunk, you scraped your knees. On getting up, you noticed that the voices were becoming louder and louder.

Suddenly, a group of men emerged from the trees. They all carried strangely imposing weapons made of metal and wood. Quickly, you found yourself surrounded, by nowhere to go. Realizing your danger, you began to scream for help, but no one answered. The hunters were getting closer and closer, and you started to cry. You were sure you were going to die. Suddenly, a bright, scarlet light shone in the forest, and the hunters stopped in their tracks. They all began to back away, obviously afraid of what was before them.

The Scarlet Witch appeared surrounded by purple. She had heard the cries and had not waited a single second before coming to the rescue of her daughter. Everything happened very quickly, in just a few moments, most of the hunters were either unconscious on the ground or had run away without asking for their rest. And suddenly, the forest regained its calm. You ran into your mother's arms, and Wanda held you very tightly.

"It's okay," said Wanda, stroking your hair softly. "You're safe now."

You nodded, relieved. Wanda smiled and took your hand, and together you returned to the cabin, finding the safety of home, your heaven of peace.

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senditothemoonn · 3 years ago

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Do you have any headcanons about Mathieu’s upbringing in canonverse? Did Scot and Francis raise him? What about Arthur?

In canonverse? 😅 I haven’t really thought of it but I suppose I’d make scotfra his “parents” lol. Because I am what? Sickening predictable.

Based on the fic @apersonwholikeslotus wrote, I am totally here for the 'idyllic cabin in the woods' life, far away from the hustle and bustle of a big city (of course Alasdair built the cabin himself 😤)

I think Alasdair would end up spending the most time the Matthieu because they go out together during the day. Alasdair makes sure to teach him all the skills he needs to survive in the wilderness. He wants to make sure that Matthieu can fend for himself in case he or Francis weren't around to care for him. They go out almost everyday. Francis stays in the cabin because ew. Mud. Gross. But he likes to watch them when they don't stray too far from home and he enjoys hearing about what they get up to every time they go exploring further - even if he does worry about them sometimes, he knows Alasdair would never let anything happen to Matthieu.

Most days, Alasdair will take Matthieu fishing or hunting for food, they go camping (and even manage to pursuade Francis to come along a couple of times), Alasdair shows Mattie how to wrestle bears and how to tell which way is north, you know, just the basics.

I think that's where Matthieu gets his love of the outdoors from. Even when he's an adult, I think he goes on hikes or camping trips or general expeditions into the wilderness and is always reminded of the time he spent with Alasdair as a child.

Matthieu spends his time at home with Francis who teaches him other stuff like cooking or how to style his hair properly, you know, the important stuff. In general, I think Francis is very maternal, he loves Matthieu a lot but just takes him a while to get used to a child, having never really been around babies before. Luckily Alasdair is there to guide him.

I've read a few fics where Arthur takes custody of Matthieu against Francis' will. I think that would make sense. He finds out about their setup and so he takes ownership of Mattie.

Alastair of course never forgives him and Francis is inconsolable. :(. I think Arthur would try and keep both of them away from Mattie. Alasdair would fight hard to see him and so would Francis at first but then he just gets too depressed and stops trying.

Eventually, I think Arthur would let Alasdair visit but never Francis and rarely without supervision as he's petrified of Francis turning Mattie against him.

There's this one fic by moonlighten where Alasdair is looking after Mattie on his own (without Arthur) and so he takes the opportunity to invite Francis. Francis thinks it's some kind of cruel joke on Arthur's part until he actually gets there, sees Alasdair and Mattie and they have a tearful reunion and I just 🥺🥺🥺 I can just imagine Francis being so lost without him and Mattie not really understanding what's going on, he just misses his papa :(((

#sorry I feel like this ended up being more about Francis and Alasdair than mattie 😭#if u have any other headcanons feel free to share the #them #ask #scotfra #dilf au

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limey-writes · 3 years ago

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Hello Limey! <3 I’ve heard about your sleep schedule, you’re not alone on this 😭

Take this as a cheesy small request if you haven’t done this yet

Going to another country for a vacation? 💕 with mercs (Sniper, Medic and Scout) it can be country of your choice!

Just… imagine the nature? 💕

Also, separated. They go with their S/O

Take care, stay hydrated and eat! 💕💕

Thank you bb <3 you're very sweet for checking up on me and also ye don't mind me being awake at 4 am thinking about all the asks in my inbox and what scenario to make for them lmao

Sniper

- He had taken you back home with him. He had built you a cabin for the two of you as a surprise and was so excited to show you how hard he worked for you. He brings you in the middle of a lovely woods, surrounded by lovely flowers and lush flora. He chose the best place for you and is very nervous when he brings you.

- He places a blindfold on you before showing you the cabin, of course making sure you get there safely. When you finally get to see, he got so happy when you praised his hard work, eager to show you the details and things he put much more thought into.

- The time you spent together was very loving and warm. You held each other in your arms and spent the time together in blissful peace. You both enjoyed spending the time outside, or just together in general, due to the place being so secluded, there was no interruptions of dealing with someone getting between you.

- He snuck in plenty of kisses when the days were filled with sounds of lovely birds and the sounds of crunching leaves under your feet when you both had gone out for a hunt. He'd take the time to teach you how to use a bow, of course his frame over yours to continue that closeness. The rainy days were the best with him, listening to the rain pattering outside or watching it from the porch, him laying his head on your chest to keep you warm as you just listen to the tv playing quietly in the background.

Medic

- Medic of course would take you to more than one place, a whole adventure planned just for the two of you. He takes you to landmarks, all around the globe. Even to the place where he had lost his medical license. The man takes plenty of pictures of you two together for you to have framed as soon as you get home. There's always something special for you waiting at the next stop, either something sentimental for you two or something silly that was a throw back to a previous time you two had together

- He loves to keep things very romantic, and you bet your ass Archimedes is there the whole time, being his wingman and included in each surprise for you. He puts so much thought in everything, down to the tiniest details. You both are of course extremely loving to each other, sharing sweet kisses and taking long nightly walks in the beautiful lamp lit streets. He gives you the best he can because he loves you so much.

- Medic totally tries to extend the time as much as he can with you. He tells you every night how he wants to have this time with you to last forever, ending it with a sweet kiss every night to show you his care <3

- Once the vacation does end though, you can catch him multiple times already planning another, this time going over the places you guys had missed or didn't spend enough time in. He absolutely already gave you his favorite picture of you two framed already, with a sweet note written on the back in German that you can only get him to tell you in the most loving way he possibly can (:

Scout

(inspired by @zestysmiles )

- For some reason, when he proposed a road trip, you had let him drive while you took a nap. Not even 20 minutes had passed you'd think, except you realized that somehow, some way, you guys were in fucking Canada. Scout of course not worried at all, saying it was all according to plan as he waved off your concerns.

- Somehow though, the two of you had plenty of fun together, it wasn't a surprise that he had found a way to bring so much fun to the accidental trip. He drags you to all sorts of things to do together, whether it was a little date together, or just doing something silly. He takes you to the falls and you have to convince him that he was a big man enough that he doesn't have to throw himself into the falls to show off how super cool he was.

- He tells you stories in the middle of the night, whether they be real or not he just wont stop talking which eventually lulls him to sleep in your arms. Definitely a snuggler and holds your hand all the time going anywhere. He loves being around you all the time and like Medic he takes plenty of pictures too, more silly than serious but of course who expected otherwise lol

- On the drive home though, he sings songs with you and during the night he loves to peer over at you, seeing your sleeping face and wonder how he got so lucky to land someone like you as his sweetheart. He loves this and loves you <3

#tf2 #tf2 headcannons #tf2 imagines #tf2 sniper #tf2 medic #tf2 scout #tf2 x reader

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animeomegas · 4 years ago

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let's imagine this: asra and his alpha are having THAT fight, although it's more like asra yelling all desperate and his alpha trying to calm him down so they can talk properly. asra is having none of that (even if his alpha it's not even mad or actually fighting, they just want asra to feel better) so his alpha just interrupts him while he's starting to panic and simply says:

"where do you want to go? i think it would be nice living in the middle of the forest, just the two of us. and if the plague continues for more than a couple of months, we could even open a shop in whatever place we'll live in"

asra is like what?? and the alpha just tells him something like "i want to help our city, but not if that is a reason to be away from you. you're my mate, the most important person in my life. i'm sure i can figure out a spell or something else that let's me help find a cure for the plague while being in some far away city instead with you, the both of us safe and most important: together"

i feel like asra would just start crying because he thought he was going to lose his alpha, that they would choose to stay instead of understanding that he doesn't feel safe in the city anymore and even if someone else could think that he's selfish, it really makes sense to just want his mate safe, you know?

and then they just cuddle (WITH FAUST TOO !!!) while talking about what kind of place they want to live in while the plague still exists. i'm soft :(

¡¡ I JUST HATE THAT IN THE GAME, MC DIDN'T GO WITH ASRA LIKE ?!?!? THEY COULD HAVE USED THAT WATER SPELL TO HELP FIND A CURE WITHOUT BEING THERE PHYSICALLY !!!

(Omg I totally agree! I would have been out of that city the second that plague reared it's head. I simply do not have loyalty to places and I would be gone lmao 🏃🏻‍♀️🏃🏻‍♀️💨 Also, my prompt for Asra for Kinktober is emotional sex, which you sent in of course 😉, and I think I might use this post as the backstory for it... @bymoanne)

Okay, so Asra has been watching the plague develop like a hawk, and he's decided that they have to leave. They have to. Otherwise his alpha will die, and Asra knows he won't be far behind. Things are going from bad to worse, and Asra knows they have to leave now before the city gets quarantined.

But then his alpha says the worst six words he's ever heard.

"I want to stay and help."

And Asra breaks down into hysterics completely, shouting and pleading and bargaining and saying anything and everything he can think of to convince them. He's furious at them for doing this to him. For putting him in this position where he can't protect his mate. But he's also not surprised. This is so like them, to want to help everyone, and normally it's one of his favourite things about his alpha, but right now he can't stand it.

And Asra's alpha is just staring at him, completely blindsided by his breakdown, vaguely aware of Faust slithering up to rest on their shoulders. He'd been quick to leave Asra when his shouting started.

They had no idea he was feeling so unsafe, feeling so desperate to leave. They do want to stay and help but not if this is what that decision does to Asra. He'll never leave them, they know that, and they couldn't bare to watch him breakdown like this if they decided to stay.

They try and get him to calm down, but he won't let them speak. He feels like he's going to die, like they both are going to die, if he can't convince them right now that they need to leave.

...

"Where do you want to go?" they interrupt him, speaking loud enough to be heard over Asra's panicked pleading. His voice dies down as the words register.

"What?" he asks, dazed.

"I don't know if I ever mentioned it, but my family had a cabin in the woods about thirty miles from here... It hasn't been used in years, but it was pretty hidden and secure, so it should still be there. From what I can remember, we left the kitchen stocked with plates and cutlery, and the linen cupboard stocked with blankets and sheets. I can't promise that the roof won't leak and that the blankets aren't musty and need washing but, if you want to go there we could fix it up a little?" they offer.

Asra blinks a few times, before his bottom lip starts to quiver.

"Really?"

"Of course! We can pack up as much of our stuff as we can, we'll have to hunt and grow a lot of our food there, but we can bring as many cans of food as we can to supplement. There's a river for fish and everything! I think you'll like it, but it will take us about six hours to get there at least, probably closer to eight with all our stuff- Woah!"

Asra interrupts them by throwing himself into their arms. He can't even begin to stop the tears that fall freely from his eyes. He's so relieved he can barely breathe.

"Thank you, thank you," he sobs into their shoulder. He claws at his alpha's shoulders, desperately trying to pull his alpha closer.

"Shh," they hush, holding him securely. "I do want to stay and help, but not if that makes you feel like this. We're a team. I will never make you stay in a place where you don't feel safe."

"A team," Asra repeats in a whispered voice. Faust gently begins to transfer back to Asra, now that the shouting has stopped.

"A team," they place a kiss on his head. "We'll leave at first light tomorrow, it's too late today. The cabin is hard enough to find in the daylight and I haven't been there in years, the night is too risky. It will give us some time to pack though."

Asra sighs, nuzzling in to his alpha's neck, exhausted. All the adrenaline is starting to crash and now he just feels tired, but also so, so grateful.

"I love you," Asra says, trying to push as much emotion as he can into those words.

"I love you, too," they reply, sliding a hand up to nestle in his hair. "Why don't you take a nap while I make a packing list?"

...

Asra's alpha sits on one of their sofa's, Asra's head cushioned in their lap as he sleeps, and they write a packing list.

They leave just before dawn, with as much stuff as they can carry between them, dragging a small cart behind them to help. They all (Asra, his alpha and Faust) exit the city without touching anything or talking to anyone. They walk in silence, focused on just leaving as fast as possible without a fuss and without catching anything.

It takes a whole day of walking to arrive at the little derelict cabin, but the second they do, Asra feels like a huge weight has been lifted off of his shoulders.

There are cobwebs everywhere, the roof is questionable, and the whole place is covered in dust. But it's workable, especially with magic. They have a food source, a water source, blankets and a bed, a semi functional kitchen... and crucially, they're far away from any town or city.

It's perfect.

[I really want to build the little derelict cabin in the sims 😆 Maybe I will haha]

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