#Power Swap

[messymoonmad]

Power swap : inconveniences Hades in the sea

Poseidon got a lil megalomaniac, don't worry about it

Bonus : hades reigning over the fish

Part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - part 4

Bonus

[misseviehyde]

BETTER SUITED

You couldn't take it anymore. You had to be free of her.

It made you feel physically sick to be Mikayla. Not whilst you were her of course... it was afterwards. Afterwards when you slid off her perfect skin and returned to being yourself. Afterwards when you lay in bed feeling guilty and wrong for the evil you had committed.

But then the hunger and addiction to become her, to be free of guilt and take pleasure in the suffering of others filled you. You would become her again and the cycle of pleasure and disgust would start again.

You had found the skin in a trunk of a house you were renovating, hidden behind a wall in the attic. The owner of the house seemed to know nothing about the trunk. You stole the skin and took it home with you.

You had no idea where Mikayla had come from. Was she a real woman who had been turned into a magic skin, an experimental nano-suit, or something else? It didn't really matter.

All that mattered was that when you slid open the skin and climbed inside, you BECAME her.

First you'd push your legs inside, marvelling at how soft and hairless your legs were. Brown and tanned, perfectly long and sexy. Next you'd pull her ass and midriff over your crotch. Somehow all your fat and extra weight would melt away and you'd be left with her tiny waist and perfect plump ass. Your cock would be gone, Mikayla's perfect pussy now between your legs.

As you pulled the skin up the best bit was about to happen. Mikayla's tits were so big that even empty they could be seen on the skin - but as you tugged them into place they would grow and inflate. You'd moan as Mikayla's big tits bounced on your chest and you'd pushed your arms into hers.

All that was left was to pull over the face and the hair with your new manicured hands. Your body was now entirely feminine and somehow you fit inside this tiny thin skin. As you groaned and felt Mikayla's face fit to yours her hair would root into your scalp and the physical transformation was complete.

But that still left the mental changes.

When you wore the skin you would become Mikayla. Her arrogance, her hunger for sex and power and her cruel and manipulative personality would become yours. You felt your lips twist into an evil grin as you became the most evil bitch imaginable. You became pure evil.

It was only afterwards when you took off the skin that the full enormity of what you'd become and what you'd done as her would hit you.

***

And yet you couldn't stop...

GLUG, GLUG, MMMMPPHHH

Your bullies big fat cock felt good in your mouth.

NO... Mikayla's mouth.

You could feel the tip of his magnificent dick tickling your tonsils and your blonde hair, tied up in a pony tail was swishing as you deep throated him and looked up with lust filled eyes.

You knew that later you'd be sickened by what you were doing here, but right now as Mikayla it felt so fucking good.

Brandon grunted as he pushed his cock deeper. "Fuck yeah, take it baby. You're the best slut I've ever had."

You moaned submissively, your tight pussy already wet at the thought of Brandon bending you over and fucking you hard. You loved what a mean powerful bully he was. You loved watching him beat on boys that outside of this skin were actually your friends.

It made Mikayla's pussy drip... too bad it made male you feel so sick afterwards.

***

You purred as Brandon began to cum in your mouth. Fuck yessssss. Sucking and slurping you giggled as cum oozed down your throat and you ate every drop like a good girl.

You were a slut for your bully and you wanted more. This was going to be a fun afternoon...

"Fuck me baby. Fuck me and don't stop."

Brandon looked at you suspiciously as you told him about Mikayla. You'd wrestled with how to deal with this situation and decided that if you couldn't develop enough mental strength to resist putting on the skin again, you could at least prevent Mikayla from fucking Brandon anymore.

You couldn't take it anymore. Waking up as you to remember how Brandon had fucked all your holes just made you feel sick.

By telling your bully the truth, you were hopefully making her unattractive to him. Surely Brandon would no longer want to fuck Mikayla if he knew you were inside her. Surely it would stop her.

Opening the box you kept Mikayla safe in, you revealed the skin to prove it and Brandon's eyes widened in shock as he realised you were telling the truth.

Then his grin turned wicked. "Give that here," he exulted grabbing Mikayla out of your hands.

You watched in horror as Brandon took Mikayla and put her on. Seeing someone else step into the skin was strange. That was YOUR skin - but you realised with a horrible feeling of loss that it wasn't anymore.

Mikayla had a new host now... your bully. He moaned and gasped in pleasure as Mikayla's big tits attached to his chest and he pulled her face into place. He shook back her long blonde hair and laughed as he felt her pussy and tits.

"Hahah you fucking loser," he purred in Mikayla's sexy voice. "I feel incredible. Why would you ever tell anyone about this? Haha you idiot."

Brandon was the perfect wearer for Mikayla. Unburdened by conscience, uncaring of how evil he was when he put her on. Brandon loved being a cocksucking slutty bitch who got what she wanted.

And now that your dilemma was solved, you felt an unbearable desire to become Mikayla again.

Too bad you never would. You just weren't suited to her anymore...

[imkazz]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64170913

i have a new au!! i have no idea when i will be able to update but i promise chapter 2 is underway and almost ready to be posted.

have some math class concept art

[miraculousfanworks]

Writing Prompt: Power Swap Fiasco

An Akuma with the power to switch Miraculous repeatedly between active holders caused the wildest, most insane battle since Catalyst's debut. Ladybug found no alternative but to put every Miraculous in the box into play, so that the odds of her foe receiving the Ladybug or the Cat was much lower... which was exactly what the villain had in mind, assuming that multiple targets holding Miraculous they weren't familiar with would make them much easier to defeat and to add to her collection!

At an interlude, the heroes gathered to take inventory.

"We think that she has three right now," the current Rooster counted. "The Ladybug is unaccounted for, I'm afraid. As is the Pig."

"Not good. Not good," fretted Marinette, in a Goat costume at that moment. "Even if we defeat the Akuma, we can't purify it. At least tell me that..."

"The Cat is still ours," a calico-clad heroine confirmed. "And we're hoping that on the next switch, we'll get the Ladybug back."

"I hope she's greedy enough to use it, yeah. If she sets it aside, I don't know if it'll get caught up in the switch effect," grumbled Marinette. "What other one is missing?"

"The Peacock."

A chill filled the room. "What?" asked the Rooster. "We lost the Peacock, but we got the Moth! That's way more powerful. Most sentimonsters aren't all that dangerous, right? So it's not a major threat..."

"Unless you happen to be a sentiBEING," an angry Fox corrected him, out of reflex. "Then you could get switched off, just like THAT!"

"Okay... but that doesn't affect any of us, right?"

As Marinette looked around the room, she saw three others sweating bullets...

Prompt by: delfin

[lightfaststudioz]

Shadamy Week 2024 #4 Power Swap

Okay just hear me out-

In the first page Shadow is having hunger pains. Why you ask? Well, this follows through a headcanon of mine.

Now, Shadow was already created when Gerald talked to Black Doom about a shady deal with Chaos Power, so I believe his Chaos Powers cannot be removed cause they're bound to his soul. Every Chaos User is bound to Chaos Energy, and can never be separated.

But the Black Arms DNA is a different case. That's the part that gives Shadow his near immortality and his ability to not need food, water, sleep, or really any care. (Though he still should shower XD) He also can't get sick and heals unnaturally fast.

But, it wasn't there when he was created, but added in afterward. If Shadow didn't have that, he would just have some more resistance to diseases and less of a need for food and sleep than most Mobians.

And that part could be removed if done by magic or by advanced technology.

Also, Barry the Quokka makes a first-time appearance! (First time drawing him yippee!)

[froggyfeetsies]

Been thinking some more about a role swap for fun and made myself Sadge instead 😔

[meowmeowapplesause]

“Talk Me Through It (And Fuck Me Twice)”

https://archiveofourown.org/works/65833765

📑 Fic Type: One-Shot | ❤️‍🔥 Genre: Smut

📖 Summary: When Castile asks Dean to recount their previous activities from his perspective, it doesn’t end as Castile planned (but honestly, he should have had better foresight). Not that he’s complaining or anything.

📍 Status: Complete 🟢

📏Word Count: 2.6k

💬 This one took a bit but I’m very proud of it! Dean is slightly out of character bc I was focusing mostly on Castiel but I think it’s still pretty good. Kudos and comments are appreciated 💗

[skewewe]

Hi guys.....

I had a vision while I was bored

[taxi-cab-to-art-town]

HalBarry Week Day 6 (Late)

Late @halbarryweek entry For Taxi's 366 Day 226: "Power Swap | "Some teamwork." "Love you, too."

Bonus, individual image designs:

sticker and other products with this design for sale!

sticker and other products with this design for sale!

[halbarryweekfeed]

Starstruck; Power Swap; "Some teamwork." "Love you, too."

Art:

@itemreceived: Starstruck on Tumblr

@candy-san1: Starstruck on Tumblr

Fic:

stellatum by @overlyobsessed223 (T)

Hal almost misses it; there’s a tank at the back of the building, tucked away in the leftmost corner. The water it holds is so opaque and dark that if it weren’t for the faint light of his ring, there’s no way he would have caught the faintest of movement within the tank out of the corner of his eye. Willing his ring to glow even brighter for more light, Hal approaches the tank, peering into it through the glass.

He gasps.

or, Hal investigates a run-down aquarium and discovers a creature of ancient myth.

Only You, Darling (Only You) Ch6: There Is No “U” or “I” In “Team” by @layspotatochipabs (M)

“Fuck!” Hal felt a force connect with his forehead, his head throbbing in pain. Barry's hands tightened anxiously around the Lantern's shoulders, Hal stifling a laugh as he pulled them away from the construct. “Some teamwork.” “Love you, too.”

Día 6: “Deslumbrar” by @hiso03 (G)

Barry tiene que aprender a bailar lo antes posible y no cuenta con un mejor instructor que su crush Hal Jordan.

(via a Google Translate: Barry has to learn to dance as soon as possible and he doesn't have a better instructor than his crush Hal Jordan.)

Halbarry Week So Far!

Day 1 Parts 1 and 2

Day 2 Part 1 and 2

Day 3 Part 1 and 2

Day 4 Part 1 and 2

Day 5 Part 1 and 2

Day 6 Part 1

[messymoonmad]

What would it be like if the three brothers would exchange domains for a while or simply 24 hours?

Click for better quality

This is THE BEST ask I've ever gotten cause I just LOVE redesigning with new conditions. Also there's just TOO MUCH joke potential here so this is gonna be a mini series with 2 rounds cause they also have to try the second combination (zeus as king of tides, hades king of thunder and poseidon king of the dead)

(Lil addition)

@jjpsc

Part 1 - part 2

Bonus

[misseviehyde]

A SHOCKING TWIST

Her designer leather mini-skirt swishing with every step, Alexis Richie surveyed her kingdom and her perfect lips curved into a satisfied sneer of pure bliss. This was HER college and everyone knew it.

Each of her long sexy legs was encased in a tight black stiletto boot and she towered over the other girls around her. The chattering bitchy serville popular girls who obeyed her every command and bullied who she told them to, flittered around her desperate to please their Mistress.

One girl carried all of Alexis's school books - struggling under the weight. The other produced moisturiser and makeup on demand and as Alexis clicked her fingers one ran forward to pass her the lip gloss she required.

She applied it then stopped to check her hair. Her perfect silky locks were one of her greatest features and she would often wear her sexy hair up in ponytail or spray... the hair bouncing almost as if it had a life of its own. Her hair was hypnotic and made her even more intimidating. It rose high up over her head making her look like the ultra feminine bitch she truly was.

Alexis scanned the horizon and her sneer became a smirk of contempt. She felt her nipples harden as she saw The Little Losers sitting on a bench trying to talk about computer games or some other boring shit.

"Ugh, look at those dweebs," laughed Alexis as her minions chattered and giggled loyally behind her. "Let's go bully the shit out of them."

***

TWO YEARS AGO

"Dude? Is it dead? What is it?"

Alex motioned to his friends Pete and Nathan that they should hang back as he cautiously approached the twitching object lying in the road.

The three friends had been hiding from the bullies and had gone for a walk in the woods bordering the college when they'd heard something drop to the ground.

Now in the road they could see a long snake like shape moving and thrashing like it was dying. With a final twitch it stopped.

Slowly... cautiously Alex approached. Now he was closer he could see it wasn't a snake or indeed any type of animal. It looked... it looked like a girls pony tail?

"Guys, it's just some hair. I don't know what is making it move though. Weird."

The hair twitched one final time and then stopped. Curiously, Alex reached down and lifted it up. It seemed quite dead.

He had no idea he was holding a hairasite in his hands. A symbiotic or parasitic creature depending on your point of view, it needed a human host to bond with. The hairasite had evolved to make its host ultra-feminine and to bring out the most toxic bitchy charactersitics fo make its host more successful and powerful. Pyschically strong - with its last ounce of power it had sent a final thought into Alex's mind.

"Let's take this inside and look at it in the lab. I feel like we need to study this thing and for some reason I think electricity is the key."

***

Pete and Nathan watched with concern as Alex finished attaching electrodes to the long piece of hair.

"I'm sure this will work," he grinned confidently. "This creature is highly conductive and seems to respond to electricity. We can study it'a reactions and try to learn what it is."

He turned on the power-pack.

The hair jumped and writhed - reanimated and made stronger than ever by the electric shock. Then the electrodes shot off as the creature leapt into the air and straight onto Alex's head.

"Aghhhh help, get it off me," he cried as the hair burrowed into his short scalp and attached itself like some bitchy girls pony tails on top of his head.

The others ran over and tried to rip the hair off, but it was like it was welded to Alex's scalp and it was also clearly painful. With a shout he pushed his friends away, and staggered back against the table crashing into the power pack and the electrodes.

BUZZZZZZZZZ

Alex screamed as the power-pack drained and the hairasite on his head greedily absorbed the power. Long nails shot from Alex's fingers and his bones cracked as the hairasite began to shape him to serve its purposes.

Alex's short hair turned the same colour, volume and length as the invading hairasite, falling down his back as he became thinner and his hips widened out slightly. His body hair fell out, leaving everywhere but his head completely hairless and smooth as it had been freshly waxed.

His body became more toned, his ass rising up slightly and inflating out into a round perfect little butt any girl would have killed for.

Alex's waist crunched in impossibly tight, the excess fat rising up and ballooning on his chest as two firm rounded breasts swelled achingly out on his body.

"Ohhhhh my Goddddddd, fuckkkk yesssssss!"

Alex's fomer protests were gone, his kind face now a mask of ecstasy as the hairasite rewired his brain to make him feel pleasure in his changing body. The parts of his mind that controlled his sense of self and identity were quickly corrupted... the hairasite giving him a sense of female dysmorphia so he would only be satisfied with a female body, even if the hairasite was removed.

This way he would always fight to be bonded with the hairasite and the more feminine he became and acted, the more satisfied, happy and pleased he would be with who he was.

The hairasite now went to work altering hormone production, sexual orientation and sex drive... ensuring that Alex would primarily be attracted to men from now on. As part of its evolutionary strategy it needed him to control and seduce men to service their joint needs. Now Alex would feel the urge to mate with men and make them dance to his tune.

Alex's now useless dick shrivelled up and retracted. Internal organs shifted and changed to give him a female anatomy. His new tight pink pussy tingled pleasurably and inside him his ovaries began to produce as he became female.

"Fuckkkkk yesssss," hissed Alex as his Adam's Apple retreated and his face began to change too. His lips swelled up and his once kind features became bitchy and mean. High cheekbones and long lashes framed and ultra feminine bitchy face. The face of a popular bully.

The hairasite rummaged deeper into Alex's mind. It inflated his ego and removed the capacity to feel fear, shame or guilt. It pumped up his self importance, desire for attention and sex drive. Finally it flicked the switch in his brain that controlled his sense of gender.

In an instant Alex stopped thinking of himself as a man, and began to think like a woman.

Alexis had been born.

All of this happened in a matter of minutes, to those observing they could only see the physical transformation. It was impossible to tell how radically Alex had been altered mentally, except maybe by the new bitches body posture and disdainful look as she straightened up - adjusted her hair and regarded the two boys with utter contempt.

A wave of pheromones spread into the room, the boys groaned as Alexis's hair swished hypnotically and she gazed deep into their minds. The hairasites psychic powers allowing her to bend and twist their minds as she saw fit.

"Forget everything you ever knew about Alex. From now on you will believe I have always been Alexis..."

Using the Hairasites pyschic power, Alexis projected an entire history into their soft minds. She erased their memories of Alex and replaced it with a false back story of a popular rich girl who had always been the bully.

The slackjawed boys groaned and their eyes rolled back into their heads as the programming took. With a satisfied smirk the new Goddess strode out to take her rightful place as Queen of the College.

"It won't take me long to wipe everyone's memory of Alex and build my new life as Alexis. This is who I was always destined to be!

Alexis felt nothing but contempt for her old life and the weakling she'd been. She stroked her hairasite lovingly. "We're going to do great things together."

The hairasite was pleased with its new host. They would be unstoppable together.

***

PRESENT DAY

Alexis grinned as she advanced on The Losers. She had a particular hatred for these dweebs - no doubt born from her former membership of their group. It amused her to really bully them.

Peter and Nathan gulped as they saw Alexis approaching. "Oh no, it's Alexis. Let's get out of here."

They began to try and run, but in their haste backed themselves into an alleyway with a fence at the end. A half repaired power transformer buzzed and sparked nearby.

"Nowhere to run losers," exalted Alexis as she flexed her long claw like fingernails and advanced on them.

With a yell Nathan tried to charge past her, and Alexis laughed in amused delight as she easily grabbed him and hurled him against the fence. "I LOVE it when they run."

But the action also caused her to stagger and she fell back against the wall, her pony tail whipping up to hit against the faulty junction box.

BOOM.

Alexis screamed as she was electrocuted - her body going rigid and falling to the floor as black smoke poured from the junction box and her minions screamed and scattered to the four winds in disorganised panic.

Horrified, Nathan crawled over to Alexis and to his relief saw she was still breathing. Somehow she'd survived the blast.

Her hair looked funny though. Limp and lifeless. A half remembered memory crossed his mind and reaching down he grasped her pony tail and tugged.

It came loose from her head. Limp and stunned the Hairasite had absorbed the energy of the electrocution, protecting its host from death, but it was now dazed and stunned.

Alexis convulsed - but not with electrocution. Her body was changing. Without the hairasite it was reverting to its original male form. The psychic control that Alexis weilded was also broken and both Peter and Nathan blinked as they remembered everything.

"Alex..." whispered Nathan, the hairasite still in his hand. "I remember it all now."

Suddenly Nathan gasped. The hair in his hand surged to life and it was suddenly trying to leap out of his hands and back onto Alex's head.

It strained and pulled in his grasp, dragging itself closer to Alex's head.

"Burn it," screamed Pete pointing to the now on flames junction box. With an effort Nathan yanked the hairasite back trying to force it towards the flames.

With a groan Alex suddenly sat up. He looked down at his male body and screamed. "NOOOO! Give it back to me."

Leaping to his feet he ran at Nathan, his eyes wild. Pete reached him just in time, tackling him to the ground.

"You fucking loser," snarled Alex. "When I get my hairasite back I'm going to fucking destroy you."

"Hurry up, destroy it!" shouted Pete, looking up. Just in time to watch Nathan slide the hairasite into his hair.

"Hahaha.... mmmmmh, why destroy it, when I can wear it?" groaned Nathan as he succumbed to the psychic control and temptatioj of the hairasite. "YES! Make me the new Alpha Bitch!"

As much as it had enjoyed having Alex as a host, the hairasite had to prioritise its survival and if that meant turning Nathan into its new wearer - so be it.

Nathan was blonde and the hairasite decided it was time for a change so it too transformed, taking on the blonde hair colouration of its new host as it began to change him.

Angered by having to switch hosts the hairasite decided it would corrupt Nathan so thoroughly that he would never be free of it. It reached into his mind and twisted it.

"Fucckkkkkkkk," drooled Nathan groaning as his body began to change... "ohh YESSSSS make me EVIL! This feels sooooo good."

The hairasite reached inside Nathan's soul and tore out every ounce of goodness and kindness. It inflated his arrogance, increased his ego and made him twice the narcissistic psychopath Alexis had been.

At the same time it furiously pumped hormones around his body... transforming him at speed and sending orgasmic waves of pleasure racing through his body as it reshaped him.

Huge massive breasts swelled up on his chest as inch long nails shot from each finger and Nathan's nerdy body cracked and popped. His voice rose in a moaning gasp of ecstasy as he became a super bitch.

His pussy opened and his skin became soft. Hot pink lips curved into a cruel smile and Natasha shook free her long blonde hair as she ceased to think of herself as male.

Alex screamed and sobbed as he saw the transformation. He writhed like a wild thing under Paul for a second, then flopped defeated to the floor.

"That's right Alex, it's too late now," laughed a full bitchy voice as Natasha was born and Nathan ceased to exist. "The power is MINE now."

Her pheromones filling the air Natasha's mind lashed out. "But don't worry - soon you won't even remember what you have lost."

The two boys shuddered as their brains were wiped clean by Natasha's power. Alex would never be free of his body dysmorphia though. It amused Natasha to see how broken he now was.

Girls suddenly skidded round the corner with a member of staff. They looked confused for a second until Natasha made them forget about Alexis and accept her as their new Queen.

Makeup and clothing was passed quickly over and Natasha completed the final parts of her transformation. She now looked like the mean dominant popular girl she was inside.

Snapping her fingers she indicated Alex should join her coterie.

"You're one of my betas Alex. I know you want to be a girl. I think I'll call you Alexis and make you my naughty little cocksucking boy toy."

Ironically - despite losing the power of the hairasite Alexis would remain one of the girls after all.

"You," sneered Natasha clicking her fingers at a lackey. "I want new boots and shoes. I like those bitchy boots with the thick rubber soles. Not only do they make me look like a little whore - but they should protect me from any electric damage. After all we don't want any further shocks now do we?"

Natasha was never going to lose the hairasite like that loser Alexis.

Admiring her nails she clicked her fingers one last time and her entourage fell into step around her.

It was shocking what you could get away with when you were this bitchy and bad.

She couldn't wait to crush some losers...

THE END

[zelda-cooper]

How would you write a body swap episode for Loonatics Unleashed?

Well... I HATE Body Swap episodes, because most of the time it's either really weird or just completely random, with VERY few episodes convincing me. Now, if it's a Power Swap episode, that's another story and I think it's even cooler! Because, besides showing how the characters use each other's powers, it shows their development together. :3

We had an episode in the original Loonatics Unleashed that is a Power Swap, which is "The World is My Circus", in which in addition to the people having a mixed appearance, everyone would have exchanged powers. I really like the concept, even though the conclusion of the episode wasn't very good and there was no development of the characters as a whole. So, if I were to rewrite the episode, I would, first of all, put in more development and more dialogue between the characters, them teaching each other how to use their powers. And maybe I should take out Zadavia...? I don't know, she didn't contribute much besides the cameo of her real appearance.

Now, if I were FORCED to do an episode of Body Swap, then I have a little idea... Actually, two...The first idea would be an episode like the Classic Teen Titans, where Starfire and Raven switch bodies because of a puppet villain. Then the two have to have the famous dialogue, both to understand how their powers work and to understand how the other's world works, which is kind of the concept of a Power Swap. This one has very versatile duos to use, like Rev and Tech, Ace and Lexi, Ace and Duck, among others... And that can include Ocs.:3

Now, my second idea is that the Body Swap happens with a hero and a villain, then the protagonist of the episode has to go out of his way to try to warn his friends about it. I say that, MAYBE, Tech could be the protagonist because he is the team's mechanic (that is, the villain would have access to ALL the technologies in the place) and would give Tech some development. And, probably, the one who would find out about the Body Swap and warn the others would be Rev, because he, besides being close to Tech, would notice that he was acting strange.

In both situations, the ideal villain for these EPs is the villain from "The World is My Circus" himself, I can change one thing or another, but he is ideal for this type of episode.

[dg-darkfantasy]

Rose and Terios AU

Shadamy Week Day 4: Power Swap

@shadowxamyweek

I just HAVE to make my Shadamy Swap AU for this prompt, couldn't help myself.

It would have been easy to just swap skills, but Amy and Shadow have pretty different fighting styles and I wanted this to be reflected in the Rose & Terios AU.

Shadow favors precision and long range attacks and Amy is more close combat, strength and impact, so in parallel, Terios can summon a gun (in case you had doubts that Terios is an alter of Shadow XD) that despite at first glance it may look like a toy just like Amy's hammer, is very effective weapon when fighting badnicks. On the other hand, instead of Chaos Spear, Rose's favorite attack is called Chaos Gauntlet, basically chaos energy powered punches, you wouldn't want to be on the receiving end of one of those.

[froggyfeetsies]

The thought of a cosmic horror getting stabbed by a lamp has been tickling like me all day

like you’re the amalgamate containing the deepest fears of an entire universe but here comes fucking lumiere with the steel chair

[10moonymhrivertam]

A lil Dreamling bodyswap thing I’m directly copy-pasting from my phone notes, hopefully I get back to it someday

Apparently I was taking inspo from a Witcher post I’ve lost XD I’m gonna go look for it

@avelera if you’re interested 💜

~~~

“Sounds like you’re living the dream.” Their lips curl into a conspiratorial smile over their glass. “Still. All bounds of ‘reasonableness’ aside. If you could have anything you wanted. What would it be?”

“Careful. Dressed like sin, shelling out for the good whiskey…a man might think you’re trying to trap him with a question like that.”

“Who, little old me?” They batted their eyes. Hob wondered if perhaps they knew Morse code for ‘I am absolutely trapping you’. “I’m just having a bit of fun. Come on, what could it hurt?”

Hob frowned at them. “Are you one of the Fair Folk?” He blurted.

They snorted, and their coy smile twisted downward into something just short of a sneer. “The faeries dipped out half a millennium ago.” Hob felt a little dizzy, his brain buffering through the realization that it was within his lifetime. As the matter-of-fact tone penetrated past the haze, he found himself rewarding the frankness with honesty.

“I’d like to know what’s going on in my best friend’s head once in a while.” STHe hesitated, but…in for a penny. “[Dissonance of glad to be back but definitely traumatized?]”ST

“A ‘walk a mile in their shoes’ sort of thing?”

Hob snorted. “Not sure I have enough style in me for his shoes.”

“You never know.” They shrugged sinuously. They set down their glass and stretched, full-bodied. It was the dangerously toothy yawn that really made it cat-like. “I really must be off.” They stood, pausing beside his seat. “Good to meet you, darling.” They pressed a kiss to his temple. A sudden shiver ripped down his spine.

“Good to meet you, too,” he said absently

*

For five centuries, Hob always remembered when he dreamed, even if their details slipped away like water come morning. In his sixth century, it was more questionable. He suspected he still dreamed, but he never woke up with anything on his mind, unless it was old memories returned to haunt him. He was just getting used to having the full experience back, which is what made the blankness he was waking up from so strange. He was so preoccupied with it, staring into the middle distance, that it took him at least three minutes to register the voice that had groaned when he’d sat up; the fine bedding beneath the hands propping him up; the wall he was staring in the direction of.

[And then he wanders around and eventually runs into Matthre and Lucienne. Matthre recognizes him as not-Dream on a close examination]

“That’s not ideal.” He’d hoped speaking would calm him down a little, but - he knew that voice. That fucker. They’d never actually denied being Fae, had they? Hoping he was wrong, he looked around for a mirror. He felt himself call it, but it appeared like in a dream - like he’d simply overlooked it before. The face staring back at him was familiar in all the wrong ways, save the eyes. Instead of the icy blue he’d expected, there were voids with twin stars. As bizarre as it seemed, it - kind of fit, actually. Hob raised a hand to his face reflexively, resting under his eye. It was strange to see Dream’s figure doing it.

“Right. Okay. Right.” Wind rattled at the doors to the balcony - balcony? Of course Dream had a balcony. “Maybe if I figure out where we are?” He mumbled to himself, making for the door. For all that Dream seemed more amenable to sharing personal information now (a name, even!), they were still used to Hob doing all the talking, and they hadn’t met much yet despite agreeing to keep a more friendly schedule. He hoped he was in or near London, but there was a pit in his stomach that doubted it. It grew as he stepped into the hall and realized just how massive Dream’s home must be.

He picked a direction and set off. Whatever storm lay outside seemed to be growing, which didn’t help his sense of dread in the slightest. As he kept walking, it seemed like a lecture hall’s worth of chatter was growing louder without growing any closer. Eventually, he came to hear snippets of it: “I have to remember to change that lightbulb”; “she reminds me of my niece”; “Did someone break in? …I really need to fold those clothes”; “Did I leave the stove on?” It left him distracted enough that he didn’t take in many details. The chatter and the storm and the knowledge that this was absolutely his fault swirled around him until he broke free to an open area. After looking around, he realized it was a throne room. Because of course it was. Suddenly, a number of things about Dream’s attitude and conduct made sense, but now he had absolutely no idea where he was.

“Hey, have we got another mission or something? That’s a hell of a gale.” He turned around, his eyes searching upward for the voice without him deciding to do so, landing on a raven flapping towards him from the presumably-front door. Before Hob decided what to say, the raven suddenly winged back, staring hard at him. He settled on the floor halfway down the room. “You aren’t the boss,” he said warily.

“No,” he confirmed. “I know him,” he added, hoping to head off the worst of any panic or interrogation. “But, um…yeah. I’m not Dream.”

“Oh, don’t do that again.”

“Do what?”

“Hearing him say ‘um’ is freaky.”

He cast his mind back over old meetings, recalling how deliberately Dream spoke on the rare occasions that he did, even in 1689, when he’d done most of the talking. “Yeah, no, that’s fair.” He paused, contemplating what to say next. “This is my fault. I think I accidentally made a deal. Anyone I can talk to about that? Besides, y’know, Dream?”

“…yeah, yeah there might be someone.” He took to the air again, and Hob followed in his wake. The chatter and the storm pressed at the edges of his brain, but having someone to focus on helped. He paused as they crossed the threshold to a library. He was sure he’d been in here before, once or twice, and yet…he didn’t remember a damn thing about it.

*****

• Lucienne &/or Matthew call Death

• Death calls a family meeting

• “Alright. I’m hoping one of us did this, because if it was someone else, this becomes much more serious immediately. I have two prime suspects. Given that Delirium isn’t pointing and laughing, Desire needs to start talking”

“What, i didn’t do anything to Dream” and/or similar until “wait YOURE hob gadling?”/“someone tell me what Hob gadling looks like”/“where does Hob gadling live” and Desire realizes they fucked up more than intended and they are simultaneously delighted and terrified