#i wanted to cry so bad when someone asked me if shadow milk turned bald

[tartelongan]

♡◆"The Violet Shadows"◆♡

{A W.I.P. Lychee Dragon Cookie x Shadow Milk Cookie fanfiction} ~ Chapter 1: "The visit that marked the end, from the beginning."

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53949385

Context: Pre-Shadow Milk becoming evil

[I am SO SORRY for the delay in posting this on Tumblr]

On a silent night, where the rustling of leaves in the cold wind were the only symphony to be heard, and even the skim milk river seemed to be silent (perhaps knowing the events to come)... A Cookie, with contemplative eyes, like a pool of misery, sat alone. One eye was a blue as deep as a clear sky, and his right eye was a lovely cyan you might've seen on glow-in-the-dark crystals. One such cavern held crystals like these, teeming with bats with eyes that glowed a similar color, though not nearly as magnificent as Shadow Milk Cookie's. He was sitting alone, just on the grass and rocks right outside of a violet cavern, with a blue satchel over his shoulder. He gazed at the brooch attached to it, a gemstone resembling the Light of Knowledge he carried. Lost in his own thoughts tinted with heavy grief, he slowly made his way into the cave, casting a spell. His staff illuminated the darkness, but the creatures lurking paid him no mind. He had been here many times before, in the Violet Dragon's abode.

These visits had been unbeknownst to the witches, who considered the 5 dragons a flaw. They did not forsee the Earthbread to create them as pillars of the cycle of life. The witches never considered that the life on Earthbread, nothing more than a little pantry to pick from, would develop systems of magic or principles. The dragon eggs appeared, and when they hatched, new magic flooded Earthbread. Longan's birth brought light magic, Lotus's birth brought water magic, Pitaya's birth brought fire magic, and Ananas's birth brought earth magic. The witches did not think much of it at first, the landscape becoming all-the-more tastier, but they soon became angered by the fact they could not control the dragons or their powers. When the last dragon, Lychee Dragon, hatched, dark magic flooded the Earthbread- a very sour contrast to the other magicks. The shadows had always been there, where the light didn't reach, but nothing lurked in them. In the Land of the Witches, they were just empty, unlike fire, water, earth, and light, which held intrinsic magic. Nothing more than a substance, but not a force. Never a source of magic that they knew of, until the birth of Lychee. This unpredictable new source of magic had the witches fuming because they could not use it, as unique to Earthbread as it was. The closest they held was Dark Moon Magic, from the dark side of the moon- though it has a misleading name, as it is only lunar magic with an opposite magnetic force from the light side.

As a retaliation against their Earthbread creating the 5 five dragons (and later, the elementals), the witches decided to bake the 5 Great Cookies. The 5 Great Cookies, who's virtues were pure, were intended to take the place of the Dragons as the sovereigns of Earthbread (with heavy supervision from the witches). Shadow Milk Cookie knew exactly what the witches thought of the dragons, and so he never spoke to them. There was absolutely no reason to, even if it wasn't forbidden. He was much more focused on his studies, studies of all kinds! He focused on bringing civilization to the Cookies, learning new spells, inventing new spells, and learning how to accomplish new tasks for the witches. He was happy enough to help the Cookies, to please his creators, and to wield his blessings, but he never understood one very strange thing to him- his ingredients. He was told that he had been made from shadows because the witches thought that "baking the absence of light into a Cookie would cancel itself out and create light, something, something, about the opposite happening with some Moonlight Cookie and her hair"... but in the Cookie world, the absence of light itself was a force as strong as the light. A magical, strong force. It was not the absence of light, nor could it become light, yet it could glow. A glow that Shadow Milk so-loved. He would never say it, nor admit it to himself, even permit himself to think of it, as the witches forbid the 5 Great Cookies from practicing dark magic... but he was a night owl. He would sit in the shade, where flowers, enchanted, naturally, with this same foreign energy would glow, and that was when he was happiest. When he wielded the warm magic of the Light, only the shadows growing in depth would make this same, soft feeling spread throughout his soul. He never understood his ingredients because he couldn't fathom being made out of something he was not allowed to like, but it didn't matter. He had things to do!

On the day he met Lychee, they caught him by surprise. It was a long time ago, and the witches were out in their own world, on some sort of trip. It happened often, and those were the days Shadow Milk felt the emptiest, for he was left alone with his thoughts. He'd chosen to explore Beast-Yeast, having finished a given list of tasks much earlier than the other 4 Great Cookies, who insisted they did not need his help (they all agreed he usually seemed overworked). He wandered, and he wandered, until he sensed a large amount of that unknown force he so-adored gathered somewhere. Despite this love, fear coursed through his dough as he made his way through thick, lush sections of a forest, some of it melting away into awe when he spotted Lychee. They were in their Dragon Cookie form, inspecting a blue flower with an eye on it. By this point, both Lychee and Shadow Milk had been adults for quite some time. Despite all of those years of research about the dragons, this was the first time he had been in front of one. He had only ever learned about their dragon forms. Not that they could change into Cookies. He felt a light, happy feeling, for Lychee radiated with dark magic, just like him, but he told himself this happiness came solely from the thrill of exploration. He had fear and joy mixing inside of him, and he decided the fear was about approaching them. They were seemingly a completely regular (albeit, strange-looking) Cookie that just so-happened to be connected to dark magic, just like spicy Cookies and fire magic. It was somewhat true, because he didn't dare leave the cover of the leaves, instead freezing in place until Lychee finally spoke to him (because a light blue Cookie isn't very hard to see in green leaves).

They said to him, "Come forth, won't you?" In a voice as sweet as honey.

Shadow Milk stepped towards them, and they giggled, spotting the nervous look on his face, which they took for flustered.

"It's always the same way with you Cookies! You can't help but do what I say!" They looked at Shadow Milk and then back at the flower they held repeatedly.

Shadow Milk looked at them with an expression of confusion, and they raised an eyebrow- usually, Cookies wouldn't react to their statements like that.

"Hello, what is your name?" was the only thing that Shadow Milk asked them, not really thinking about why they said that. Maybe if he was, he would have comprehended that he should be running away or preparing for battle as soon as they said something like that, but he was a little lost in their eyes.

Attempting to ignore the fact he didn't seem all that under their control ("Cookies usually drop to their knees and start worshipping the floor by now"), they bat their eyes. "My name? Does it really matter? Just keep looking into my eyes!" They smirked, perhaps a bit sheepishly.

"They're so beautiful, the way they glow..." He was mesmerized. The glow didn't look like regular light, but energy. Energy that gave off light, yet not light itself? He never really learned about the properties of dark magic.

Shadow Milk had gotten closer to Lychee by this point, studying them, and so they continued trying to hypnotize him. "I like you, blue Cookie", they said. "You look like this flower. You'll come with me, won't you?" They said, with an innocent smile, offering him the flower.

"This is for me?" Shadow Milk questioned, seeing Lychee nod. He took the flower, said "thank you", and then asked Lychee:

"You want me to come with you? Where are you going? And- your name-"

Staring furiously into Shadow Milk's bespectacled eyes, they realized he wasn't falling under their spell at all. "Why aren't my powers working, agh! You're just a Cookie, so-" They made a frustrated noise. "Stop asking me questions, just come with me!" Lychee grabbed Shadow Milk by the hand and flew away, so quickly, at a height low enough for Shadow Milk to run with them.

Running along, dropping the flower, and out of breath from the exhaustion of wandering for so long, he spoke fast and out of order. "No, no, please, tell me, where are your name? I mean, what's your name-"

Losing their temper, they snapped at him, flying faster, still stringing him along, but looking back at him. "Why do you care so much about my name!? I am the Violet Dragon, and that's all you need to know, stup-"

He stopped their motion, tugging their hand as soon as they were about to crash into a tree. They scoffed, and he inspected their features very closely, gasping. "You are... The Violet Dragon? The one the witches..."

They grinned at Shadow Milk's immediate dread. "OHHHH, now I get it, you're one of those five Cookies then, aren't you? The special ones? You-" Their eyes glowed brighter, and they seemed as if they were thinking, their former expression of cheekiness wiped clean off. "But you're made of darkness? You didn't look like it when I saw y-"

Shadow Milk's eyes widened as he interrupted, flinching, since he knew it was rude. "Darkness, no, no, I'm not made of-"

Lychee was ecstatic, "You're like me! You're made almost entirely out of darkness- I can sens-"

He spoke loudly over them as to not have to hear them any longer. He feared what they might say, thinking of the witches' warnings. "No, no, I'm not! I am Shadow Milk Cookie, the Cookie of Knowledge!" He anxiously sped up his talking, "I'm not made out of darkness, because I'm made of... the absence of light from the realm of the Witches- It's- It's completely different! I'm made of regular shadows, and sweet milk, and I'm nothing like you!" He let go of Lychee's hand, defensively, and held his staff as if he was about to cast a spell. He panted, having run out of air and beginning to regret the last part of what he said.

Looking at Shadow Milk's staff, unimpressedly, and simply moving it down, Lychee- snarkily, but calmly enough, began. "Well, then, 'Shadow Milk Cookie'. You're the Cookie of Knowledge, and you didn't know that you're not made of 'the absence of light' anymore?" They proudly smirked, but only for a moment, placing their hand on the side of Shadow Milk's face, brushing his hair away, and staring deeply into his eyes, just like he did theirs.

"You're lying. I am an envoy of the witches, from the land of the Witches. I'm. Not. Made. Of the same thing as you!" He placed his free hand on Lychee's, the one that was holding him, yet found that he hesitated to break away from the touch. They felt as warm to him as the nights where he'd lie in the grass outside, when the moonlight was scarce and shadow covered the land. A droplet of sweat ran down his face as he felt- no, he knew things were about to fall apart for him.

Despite knowing it wasn't their magic doing this to Shadow Milk, they knew they had some effect on him. "Look at you, poor, sweet little Cookie. Those witches must have lied to you... and you believed their little tricks? Tell me, if you were a Cookie of the Witches, would you find my eyes as beautiful as you do? Are they the loveliest you've ever seen?"

"No." he lied, with a stutter.

"You're a very deceitful Cookie." They smiled, wider and wider as they saw the look on his face. With Lychee holding him, and telling him such a thing when he was already being reminded of the fondest memories he held, his face flushed. It was a complete overload for him- a strange experience.

"Aw, look, you're blushing! So cute." Lychee eyed Shadow Milk up and down, and as they did, the slits in Shadow Milk's eyes shrunk in horror.

"May the witches guide me through-"

Lychee became frustrated. "Don't you dare pray near me! Do you really think you and I aren't the same!? I'll show you something that'll change your mind on what you think you know, you pathetic Cookie!" They took their hand off of Shadow Milk's face, grabbing his hair and tugging it in the direction they wanted to go. He yelped, and they let go immediately. Out of the corner of their eyes, they saw Shadow Milk's staff gleam and snatched it out of his hands, flying off with it.

"Come back, wait!" Shadow Milk raced after them, but they were impossibly fast. Thinking quickly at a close enough distance, he grabbed onto the base of his bag and made a throwing motion without letting go of it, the straps lassoing Lychee's left horn. He pulled.

"What- Oh, you stupid Cookie!" They came to a complete stop. "Fine, I'll show you right her-" Their eyes suddenly widened in surprise as Shadow Milk yoinked his staff right out of Lychee's hands and placed the straps of his bag back over his shoulder. They clenched their dough nubs into "fists" and growled. "Don't you dare ignore me, you're nothing but a Cookie, a COOKIE!" Their eyes flashed a bright violet and they quickly (but gently) tugged on Shadow Milk's long, blue and white hair again. It rippled, almost as if enchanted, and then the effect scattered, resembling a dust storm. It revealed a firm veil of dark magical energy where his hair had been. He screamed, just as he did last time, but only from the sight as the blue lines on this black energy opened. Shadow Milk's heart sank as he realized he was being stared at.

"What have you done!?" He yelled, shaking at the sight of the dark matter and thinking to himself that this was the point of no return. He could barely hold his staff from the way he trembled as the eyes gazed at him.

Lychee had let go of his hair immediately and admired it. "Oh, did the witches not tell you that your hair- well, some of it- looks like this? You REALLY thought that little enchantment over it was your real-"

"CHANGE IT BACK." He looked back and forth sporadically from his hands, his hair, and Lychee. The eyes on his hair seemed to be melting, and the matter seemed to drip away (though it was only an illusion). The sight only tripled his horror.

"Calm down. Actually, just look down." Lychee said, beginning to regret their meeting. "The eyes look like that because they're controlled by your emotional state. They're not reaal. Stop focusing on them and THEN look back."

Shadow Milk stared at Lychee quietly, collecting himself, and sure enough, the eyes on his hair stabilized. Even then, he slipped back into his state of panic. "Change my hair back, please! That kind of magic could never come from me."

Yet he wondered. His hair radiated the exact way that Lychee's eyes did. "Oh, I'll never bother you again..." He rubbed the eyes on his face and said the sentence so guiltily. When he opened his eyes again, they were glazed with tears that had yet to fall.

"Don't tell me you-" They stopped themself, changing their snarky tone of voice to a more sincere one... but still, annoyed. "Oh, you're no fun, don't cry, don't cry, ugh, I promise I'll fix it, but you realize what I just showed you, right? Right? You're smart, aren't you?" They came down from hovering, instead standing on the ground, even if they were short compared to Shadow Milk (and most cookies).

"I know it's not true, but, please, tell me you turned my hair into-" his voice broke, "this." He looked at them, sitting down on his knees. "Tell me I'm not this way, that I'm not made of the same shadows that make you up..." He raised a hand to his eyes, even though he knew Lychee saw the droplets.

"So, you want me to lie to you, even though you know we're the same? Don't you like the darkness? You said I had pretty eyes, so what kind of energy do you think they glow from?" They took one of his hands and decided to sit down too.

He pulled his hand back, slowly. "I'm not allowed-"

"But you like it." They took his hand back. "I'll re-enchant your hair, but, are you sure that you hate it?"

"The witches would never let me have my hair like this... Violet Dragon." He looked back at his hair, then at Lychee again, noticing it swung nicely as he moved his head.

"I didn't ask you about what the witches think!" They put an emphasis on 'witches', saying the word like it tasted bad. "I asked you if you like your hair. And... My name is Lychee Dragon Cookie." They grabbed half of Shadow Milk's hair because of the way it was naturally split and gently moved it into Shadow Milk's view.

He whispered, "It reminds me of your eyes", and Lychee immediately knew what he meant.

Their eyes then sparkled with energy once more. "Close your eyes, the two on your face. Just do it." Shadow Milk obliged, and they re-enchanted his hair. It looked like regular cream again, just like the chunks of his hair that actually were like that. They then tapped Shadow Milk's shoulder, and he opened his eyes, seeing that the shadowy, glowy, magical eye having energy that was his hair, was now back to looking like frosting.

"You- you fixed it!" Shadow Milk smiled as Lychee let go of his hair, though he winced. He noticed just how abnormally his hair moved compared to other Cookies, no doubt a result of the enchantment. It didn't bounce like how Eternal Sugar or Burning Spice's hair bounced, nor did it sweep like theirs did. It was always a little strange, and now...

"There you go, milk boy. Are you going to do what you said and never talk to me ever again, now?" Lychee bat their eyes at Shadow Milk.

He looked at them and- and he didn't know.

"Fine, fine, what if I show you something else? You're hard to please." Lychee playfully rolled their eyes and waited eagerly for what Shadow Milk would say.

"Well, the witches-"

"Won't be back for a week!" Lychee interrupted. "So, you have all the time in the world, come on, I'll tell you how I know- I'll show you!"

"If... you're not about to show me something dangerous..." He watched Lychee stand up and begin walking, and he followed, though, reluctantly...

Lychee looked back at him as they walked and smiled. "Everything's a little dangerous, Shadow Milk Cookie. Now, what if I pick you up and just take you to where we're going to go?"

Shadow Milk looked at them worriedly, "Aren't you... kind of small, for that? Walking is fine."

"Alright, then..." Lychee sighed and walked forwards slowly, with Shadow Milk following them at a normal pace. Eventually, Shadow Milk ended up in front of them, and stopped in confusion. He looked behind him, and found nobody to be there. Looking forward again, Lychee sweep-kicked his legs and caught him, carrying him bridal-style. He yelped and they leaned their face to his. "Do you still think I can't carry you? Hahaha!" Shadow Milk shook his head gently and carefully used Lychee's shoulders to let himself down, despite the fact he could've just jumped. "What's the headshake mean, Shadow Milk Cookie?", they said, now walking in front of Shadow Milk in the right direction.

"It means... You're really strong, Lychee Dragon Cookie..."

"I know." They replied, still in front of Shadow Milk and never looking back at him.

He breathed a sigh of relief, knowing they didn't see him blush.

~~~

disclaimer since I was asked by someone.... no, shadow milk isn't bald. lychee didn't make him bald😭😭😭 his hair is enchanted to look like regular frosting/cream hair, but not all of his hair is like that. part of his hair is the dark shadowy energy thing that it is in his canon sprites 😭😭😭 please let me know if this is a widespread misconception 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

ALSO let me know if I should continue coloring in the pronoun words and any important words like I did here!!! i thought it might be nice but it may be annoying for some!! sorry for any mistakes. he/him for shadow milk, they/them for lychee

[thotvengers]

<p>Bruce walks into the the living room. It is 2012. Nat keeps looking at him as if he had 5 corndogs taped onto him. Thor eat poptart. "HOUSA GOIN GUYS" Thor stands, poptart crumbs fall from his beard. "hello friend I am doing well" Bruce stares at Thors poptart crumbs and spit all over his beard. Its fucking hot. "Well thats good" Banner looked very nice today thought Thor. "Come join us banner" "Whet" "Join us for breakfast" Thor bends over the table as he says it "What" "Food" says Thor. He’s getting worried "Why is tony trying to cut open clints stomach with a butter knife" "And why is steve shirtless" loki appears out of nowhere "whats up asshats i live in the avengers tower now also nobody move because of the election coming up please i don't want you to go" "He’s what" Thor turns around and kills tony "What the fuck is going on here on this day" loki eats popcorn from the sidelines tony dies. " straight rights ! " Bruce freezes. He said a bad word. Bruce is having a breakdown. He is crying. loki legally has to kill bruce now Thor makes out with banner And protects him lokis takes out a knife Thor takes it loki takes out popcorn "What the heck is going on" attempts to kill bruce with popcorn "Wh" "AAAAAAAA" "Loki stop I know it’s a knife" "you know exactly what's going on. you said a bad word and now your time of judgement has come." "What the fuck Loki" "oh, you know," "Please take me now." steve perked up. " no swearing on my christian minecraft server " Tony is revived. "Hey anyone else think loki is.... kinda hot" "No" says Thor Clint turns off his hearing aid. loki bends over seductively "like what u see" steve sweats " i'm catholic sir " "yeah? and i'm a god" "I thought u were going to kill banner and I" Tony licks him lips hungrily. "zoo wee mama" Nat is doing her morning yoga routine dont mind her. loki sighs and turns to thor "look i had a change of plans i'm on a tight-" he winks at tony "schedule" Nick Fury from the back "im tired of these motherfuckin avengers in this motherfuckin tower" steve suplexes nick. :) clint barton is making out with phil coulson for whatever reason Bruce is still crying. steve jealously suplexes clint too Thor laughs loki is breakdancing in the middle of the tower, very aggressively Loki took Bruces shirt to bully him. Bruce is shirtless. His tiddies are out. Tony is revived once again to argue with Steve then they make out Bruce is crying. steve is crying he suplexes tony loki laughs at everyone who is crying Clint is crying out of confusion steve tries to suplex loki while he cries harder "im a virgin" steve says running out steve fails steve dies loki laughs rip captain America, steve had mehtalosmaisniadjhjsa loki films it and puts it on youtube and he is entitled to compensation he didnt even get to apply for aarp :( bruce says " anyone want to suck my tiddies " Bruce hanging from the edge of the tower. Bitch gonna fall. loki raises his hand Thor and Clint say yes "Help me" "Ok" Says Thor "do u want me to suck ur tiddies while ur dangling or nah" "No dont suck my tiddies" Thor helps him up "Thank you hero" bruce dabs "bitch u just asked if i wanted to do so" "You want a sex (:" natasha offers to suck his tiddies "No" natasha is :/ loki physically puts more grease in his hair From where from his ass his ass Steves dick is out. Schlap loki hears a car pull up outside. "whos that" tony says. "our new " loki replies. i walk up the stairs confusedly. this is the story of how i was sold to loki only on wattpad loki is eyeballing that dick DKCNDKNCKDNVB Schlap Schlap y/n shivered. where was i ? whow ere the avengers ? why were their dicks out loki laughs and brings y/n inside the tower Loki cast a spell and made everyone in the tower naked. no its valid No y/n cries " who are you, ugly bitch " loki slaps y/n on the ass "how dare u speak to ur daddy like that" loki looks down at your big ol' bobbies and licks his lips "they didnt tell me you'd be so attractive, quim". y/n blushes angrily "Why are we all naked" Thor covers his ears while Clint covers his eyes cus he cant cover his ears cus he cant hear y/n tries to run but bumps into tony " please help me i don't want to fuck loki " There is several schlaps of dicks in the room and the several flops from nats tits. loki chases y/n with a rubber dildo while laughing loki makes y/n scrub his balls y/n cries " rubber gives me hives " Clint shoots Loki again y/n is sobbing more loki makes u listen to ball scrubbing asmr before u go to sleep suddenly ant man busts in even tho he wasnt an addition to the mcu yet: "1-800-ARE-YOU-SCHLAPPIN?" y/n pretends to sleep so loki will leave Thor kills Loki "Somebody fuck me Im ready to not be a virgin anymore" ant man gets tiny and climbs in steves ass loki like the dramatic gay bitch he is fakes his own death y/n is feeling so much pain because ............................................................................... she was actually in love with loki " i will miss u, ugly bitch " thanos bursts thru the tower doors "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING YOU MOTHERFUCKERS" y/n smiles " please fuck me " Thor tosses lokis body out avengers tower loki comes back to life only to have his ribcage shattered by thanos instantly t hanos sees a very cute girl and gets shy and trys to hide his erection when he sees y/n bobbies Bruce already naked turns into hulk. "HULK WILL FUCK THANOS" y/n is bright red because she knows that prple daddy is staring at her b - b - b - boob Thor likes what He sees loki comes back once again from the dead to witness this t hanos has never bottomed before.... bottom for who Jesus No KXNCKDMFKV Wait Hulk takes Thanos and tries to fuck him. It doesnt work. dick too big loki makes thanos' asshole bigger so it can fit hulks dick Thanos punches Hulk and he turned back to Bruce. Thanos throws Bruce out the window. He is falling. "i guess that cute girl will just have to peg me now ;)" t hanos says Thor catches him y /n blushu blushued t hanos approaches y/n with his dick out " i - i've never done this before .................................................................... " y / n stuttered Steve gets in the way. "i'll be gentle" t hanos says "Y/n dont do this. Its a trap." t hanos shatters steves ribcage " why would you sya that !!! t hanos loves me !!! " Steve takes the risk and sacrifices himself for everyone. "Not In my Christian household" says Steve y / n cries and punches steve "don't listen to him he's lying" says t hanos He starts to suck Thanos Slurp Slrurrp Slrurirlrl0 Slruerlrle0 Sluuuuurp Shcluerp Shcjeleeu Shcleuepe t hanos blushes and moans y / n blushed again " i don't mind a threesome " Shxlueuuueerps Shxleueep Slurrrp Slcheullrlrulp Schlururup Shxlrurrrrruuup Shcluruueuuuuuurp Slurp Lick lick slruuuururp Slururjrrlrlr "jesus calm down i already blew my load 38 times now" I’m dying Blows rasberry Sluuurrp Sluuururirurp steve a thirsty bitch "hehe that tickles"   "no" says t hanos as he rp fucks  Steve blows into thanos'dick hole like a kazoo. Thanos dies.  steve will make sure everyone in this house dies a virgin but him  " NO !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Y/N SCREAMED  t hanos dies Yeet " U DIDN'R EVEN GET TO PEG ME "  Bruce is naked.  this is how avengers 2 will go  loki revives t hanos  avengers 4... oop  "Hey you guys want to all gang bang me"  Thor fucks bruce  " yes "  "yes" says t hanos  the avengers have an orgy except nat bc shes a lesbian" i've never eaten ass b4 " says y/n  Nat is doing her yoga routine  "its fun. let me show u" t hanos says to y/n  "Im open for alliances"  y / n blushes and touiches t hano's ass  Clints Backup finally arrives t hanos spreads his cheeks hanos's bootyhole quivers  Somebody is calling on the avengers phone.  y / n extends the wet pink muscle in her mouth nervously  Riiiiiing Rinnnnnng  t hanos is already milking his own tiddies  Clint leaves with Natasha with rats bites t  Riiiiiiiiiiiing  t hano's in the ass  Natasha bangs darcy Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing "someone get the fucking phone i'm in the middle of something here"  Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing  " ah not there "  Clint gets it  "Hi! Its peter, is mr stark there?" Oh no whispers Clint  "thats a child. i HATE children!" t hanos gets up and goes to kill peter  Clint turns off his hearing aid again  " i ate his ass dead " y / n  "Im at the phone mr thanos sir"  "hello child. i hate u."  peter says "mr. thanos i don't feel too good" and evaporates "good."  too late hes in the shadow realm  " bye lol "  AM He rescues peter and leaves  Thor arrive. Naked. Hes very sexah. "now where were we" t hanos says and spread his cheeks again, open for business  AM MEANWHILE IN THE SHADOW REALM everyone is dicks out Sam and bucky fucking the the dust realm. Ant man is dancing with his dick out. Drax and star lord are experimenting.  with their assholes  Lokis in bondage lowoki camera zooms in on bucky's face "at first i thought the dust world was hell but i love it here. thanks t hanos!" "it's free real estate" t hanos says  bucky sighs " i love ur bald ass head sammy "  "Then suck it fuckass" says sam  "Suck my head hoe"  Thanos arrives to the realm. "If you guys want to live then suck my toes" They all scatter like rats to his toes. Theyre all sucking them like cow utters PRESENT</p>

the end

[iammarylastar]

The Exception. 6. Epilogue 

They had 4 kids, Britany their little Bree, Luke, Adam and Chris. Life took the third back to God just a week after he was born. 

They cried, they mourned, weeks turning into months and Chris came unexpectedly, bringing happiness and joy back to the family.

Stefan stroked the old picture with his thumb.

Mieke and he were standing on the Sydney Bridge, Bree in his arms, Luke in his mother’s. Adam was still growing inside his mother’s womb, little angel who had been ghosting his memories for more than 50 years. 

Cora, as she was used to on each Sunday, took this picture in May 1945, Adam was born in June, about two months early.

They were celebrating the end of that damn war, the World sighed in relief but there was so many wounds to heal.

Europe, Russia had been devastated; Germany and Japan would pay for their faults for decades. Mankind would recover, maybe, and have its dignity and faith in humanity bringing goodness back.

Chris was missing in the black and white picture. He came the year after Adam died. 

Stefan felt a stab in his heart at the reminder. Mieke and he had been more devastated by his lost than any city blown up to ruins by bombings. 

They cried again and again, fighting hell to get up in the morning, trying their best to keep up a smile on their tired faces and raise their other children. Mieke had acted like a ghost for months and all his attempts to cheer her up failed miserably. She closed her heart and her thighs to him, slowly fading away. 

One night where she was silently crying, he took her in his arms and rocked her gently; his chin on the top of her head, whispering soothing love words in her ear as she finally let it go. 

She cried and hit her fists on his chest, biting his shoulder to keep herself from screaming too loudly. She dug her nails deep into his skin, leaving marks, and then slapped his face with all the force she had left. 

Like it was his fault. Like it could be someone’s fault. 

He let her straddle him as she was beating him up, until she crashed down on him, exhausted and panting. He wrapped his wife close to his chest and sat up; combed back her hair damped with tears, stroked lightly her perfect lines, then brushed her lower lips, red from being bitten to blood.

“Mieke, I love you.”

He just said.

She stared at him for a solid minute, reading deep sadness in his eyes, along with hope. And love.

She leant over to brush her lips on his, and then pushed him back to the mattress. Grabbing the hem of her nightdress, she rolled the cloth up her thighs and lifted her ass up to line up with his shaft. Her fingers grasped his pec, and she sighed as she slid down his cock, her eyes never leaving his.

She made love to him, the same way she always had, in their other life.

Chris came 9 full months later. They welcomed this strong young boy, healthy and bald. Happiness filled their house again, along with the cries of the newborn, hungry both for life and milk.

The Kaiser was right; they fought for human rights and equality on each occasion. 

They fought for the rights of the natives, and drove to Canberra that day in 2008, when Kevin Rudd apologized officially for the shameful way Australia treated Aboriginals and the stolen generation.

They fought for the equality between men and women, between all human beings, whatever colour their skin was.

They fought against the ‘gay panic defense’ law, which allowed people to justify a murder in the name of their fear of homosexuals.

More recently they fought for gay and lesbian’s rights, hoping for them to be allowed to get married one day. Love was love after all.

They were involved in several causes and proud to teach this to their children. Goodness and justice as a legacy. 

And Australia was on its way to the fairness she claimed.

Mieke died the year before, in her mid 70s. Breast cancer. At least, he had all his family back home for the funerals.

Stefan let a sob out, it still hurt so much. They had a good life together; they could tell they knew love and happiness. Which he wished to all his children and grand children.

Brittany married twice and gave birth to three girls. She had to follow her latest husband to Perth and he missed his little Bree so much. She called her mom and dad every day by phone or Skype. 

Handwritten letters and much awaited mails were bygone days. He wondered how things would have gone if Mieke had been able to call the Kaiser with her IPhone and get an answer by fax or e-mail within an hour. 

Anyway, the two or three times a year he had them home was never enough to enjoy his beloved daughter and her team, to which he loved telling stories of their mother as a child. She still thought she was born here in Sydney, as written and stamped on her certificate of birth.

Luke had always been a lonely and introvert child, only fully alive when talking about ocean and what’s beyond. He was eager to travel the world, dreaming of being a sailor or working on an oil rig. He loved staying all by himself and told his parents he didn’t feel like he belonged there. He was only 6.

Mieke had cried many rivers, blaming herself not to have been able to take care for him after Adam died, foreseeing their son leaving their household at an early age, which she wouldn’t survive as she repeated again and again. 

She survived though, when he came home at 17, hired as a steward on a yacht, bound for a cruise to French Polynesia. He was over excited, about to ‘live the dream’ , jumping up and down through the house, packing his stuff and shoving them in a big duffle bag.

Pulling his crying mother in a huge hug, he begged, subtly delivering the speech he had prepared for the occasion.

“Mom, this is what makes me happy. I promise I’ll send you postcards from every single place I land on. Mom, please, let me go.”

Stefan looked at the wall where thousands of cards were pinned. There was no country in the world Luke had not put a foot on. 

He tried to settle down in Sydney when he was 30, even took a wife and had a son. But this was not a life for him. He had stayed at bay for 4 years but the ocean screamed his name so loud every fucking day and he had to struggle too hard not to pack and leave within the second.

Chris had always been his favorite. Not really his fav but they always had been very close. Thinking alike, same sense of humour, same skills in teasing and winking, same no skill in taking pics. Mieke was use to mocking them, saying they couldn’t take a good picture to save their lives. 

Chris married a blonde beauty who brought two children into the world. A girl and boy. 

They named their first born Bree, after Chris big sister. And the boy was weirdly called Jai, a name he had never heard before, Stephen as a middle name. Like his beloved grand pa.

Bree had dark eyes and hair, she reminded him of Mieke so much. Smart and beautiful, she wanted to become a teacher like her mother. She was surprisingly -not that much- very skilled in foreign languages.

The boy was the perfect Aussie bloke, blonde curls, amazing blue eyes, sporty, cheeky and kind of a womanizer. He had inherited his frame but looked so much like his mother. Pretty allergic to each foreign language that was not deep accented australian.

He often paid a visit to his grand parents, shamelessly skipping school to sip a beer with his grand pa, chitchatting about girls, life and acting. It had always been his passion, playing someone else, telling stories.

He was chasing the gig, dreaming of a career in Hollywood.

Stefan chuckled. He and Mieke had been very talented at it. Being someone else, telling stories, lying about their roots.

Mieke made him swear to never ever speak about their former life. Too dangerous. The shadow of what happened when they arrived in Sydney haunted her brain and she told him she’d rather kill him than relive those bad times. 

Their deepest secret had laid under a floorboard since they moved in this house, after Luke was born. Sealed like their lips. 

The ID they made whilst in London before leaving, Nietzsche’s 'Beyond good and evil’ he still remembered Mieke’s note and the first page by heart. The letter the Kaiser wrote to save Stefan’s life. The official court decision that made him a free man. Their wedding pic. Few pics of them taking pose with Cora or Marvin before they had to cut ties with them. To keep the secret.

It was a miracle that none of their children or grandchildren ever asked about their roots, their story, where Mieke’s name came from or why she kept calling his husband Stefan instead of Stephen.

The rules of family secrets. No questions.

At some point, he would have to tell his family the truth. 

Stefan Brandt and Mieke De Jong. 

The Kaiser Willem II. The spy, the murders, the war, the run. The real story of Bree’s birth. Her real name. The reason she named all her dolls Cora. The real reason why Luke lived for sailing. Running from Oz to find where he was really from. 

The reason why Jai wanted to be somebody else for a living.

The real story of the Courtney’s.

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[a-table-of-fics]

Chapter 1, Draft 1

[[From now on, once all the pieces of the first draft of a chapter are complete, they’ll be put together like this, and all subsequent drafts will be in one piece.]]

Link was not having a restful sleep. How could he? In all the decades of his life, he had never dreamed anything as real as the visions he was getting now.

Black and purple clouds swirled in the skies, their darkness bringing a stark contrast to the flames that were razing a nearby village. Hyrule Castle came toppling down in the distance, to be replaced with a colossal shadow. Link couldn’t quite make out what it was, but he saw it wave a hand and heard screaming.

Of course, people all over were screaming in terror, but this screaming was…different, somehow. Familiar, but he had never heard these voices before. Something about the two voices seemed to matter to Link more than everyone else around him.

Wait, three voices…?

He recognized this third voice as that of his grandson. As these screams seemed to swirl around him, he was unable to move. There was no way to stop this, or to escape. He couldn’t even hear his own voice join the choir of pained and panicked wails…

He awoke to the sound of his grandson loudly crying in the cradle near his bed. Normally he would grumble about having to get up for the kid, but it was a relief this night.

Link groaned as he carefully swung his legs over the side of his bed, and felt for his cane, which was leaning on a small table nearby. His legs creaked almost as much as the floorboards as he carefully hobbled over to where his grandson was crying.

He could tell by the way Link Jr. cried that he wasn’t hungry, he wasn’t thirsty, and he wasn’t dirty or cold.

He was scared. But of what…?

He looked around. No, nothing changed. The weather was still quiet outside, and there wasn’t really much here to rob. No one was outside anyway. The kid must have had a nightmare.

Grandpa sighed, carefully scooping Junior up in one arm. He remembered doing the same thing with his daughter a few times when she was still Junior’s age. He smiled sadly at his grandson, and began to bob him up and down gently.

“Hey, hey,” he said, softly, “it’s all right, I’m here.”

Junior slowly stopped crying, but he still looked unsure. He gripped onto his grandfather’s tunic tightly, not willing to sleep again.

Grandpa carried Junior over to his own bed, holding him close to his chest. As he slowly sat down, he rested his cane, and used his now-free hand to gently stroke his grandson’s head.

“Yeah, ‘ve been having a bad dream too,” he said, sympathetically. “Let’s see if it goes away together, eh?”

They both had a fitful sleep for the rest of the night. No more panic, but neither one was well-rested the next morning.

* * *

A cucco rose and crowed with the morning sun in the distance. The two Links, however, did not rise until the morning sun became the afternoon sun.

Junior was the first to stir, immediately clambering off of Grandpa’s chest and onto the floor below. He started off for the table, but realized he needed Grandpa to reach the food. Grandpa, however, was still snoozing.

“Pa!” Junior called. “PA!”

All that happened was Grandpa snored louder. Junior huffed. He didn’t want to cry just yet, especially since just last night Grandpa helped him with that nightmare, but he needed to eat.

He toddled over to Grandpa’s thin, bony arm, which was dangling off the bed, and started to tug at it. There was no way he was going to be able to drag his grandpa out of bed, but darn it, he was going to try. He pulled and pulled, with great effort, until finally he slipped and fell to a sitting position. Grandpa’s arm fell back to the bed with a soft thud, and he seemed no more awake for it.

This called for desperate measures. Junior turned to where the now-cold fireplace was, and began walking to where the pot was.

* * *

“…Eh…?”

Grandpa awoke to a cold, wet slapping against his hand. He looked down to find that Junior was repeatedly hitting it with the wooden spoon he was using to stir soup last night.

“All right, all right,” he said, simultaneously amused and annoyed by this, “you win. I’m gettin’ up.”

He groaned, swinging his legs over as Junior took some awkward steps back. As he started to stand up (after a moment to wipe his hand on his tunic), he scooped the eager kid up with the hook of his cane and put him in his arms.

“Right, so time to eat, eh?” he cheerfully asked, bouncing Junior a little. Junior said nothing, but happily pointed at the cupboards.

“Yup,” Grandpa laughed, “you remember where they are!”

After a hearty meal of milk, mushed apples, and scrambled eggs, Junior was ready to go out and start the belated day. Grandpa, however, insisted on making sure Junior bathed and they both got a change of clothes.

Junior remained tight-lipped during all this, but he beamed as Grandpa put a little green hat on him and donned a matching one. He couldn’t put it into what few words he could say, but the hat felt right over his scruffy blonde hair. And he was proud to match Grandpa as he covered his own mostly-bald head.

And with that, the two of them were ready to leave.

The two walked down the familiar road, on their way to the nearby Lon Lon Market. Junior toddled on ahead, and often looked back, as if proud that he knew the way at such a young age. Grandpa, on the other hand, kept an eye on his grandson as he hobbled behind. He waved a hand encouragingly each time the kid looked back. It was slow going, but they would get there.

Up ahead was a familiar crossroads. To the right was the path to the market, and to the left, Hyrule Castle could be seen in the distance.

As always, Junior waited for his grandfather at the sign. Grandpa, in return, gave him a playful tussle on the head and started to turn for the market.

Junior seemed to have other plans, though, as his face grew as serious as a baby could muster and he started to march towards the castle. However, his apparent quest was cut short by Grandpa grabbing him with his cane. He swung Junior over to his arms, with a stern expression on his face.

“Now, you know that’s not the right way,” he said softly. “Why do you want to go over there?”

But Grandpa had a feeling. He had had a dream partially about Hyrule Castle last night. What if…?

Bah. That sort of thing only happened in legends.

He had to shake off those thoughts, as there were more pressing matters. For instance, Junior started wailing and grasping for the distant castle as Grandpa carried him to market.

“No, no, shh, you like the market!” Grandpa cooed, trying to soothe Junior. “You want to see Ishamu? Huh? You like Ishamu…”

Lon Lon Market was quite a large place. The only thing more colorful than the awnings and merchandise that seemed to stretch to infinity was the populace. People from all over Hyrule, regardless of species, could be found. It came as little surprise, as the marketplace was well-reputed to supply nearly every good or service you might need. It was not uncommon for someone to buy a carpet from one vendor, then go to the vendor next door to browse the swords. There seemed to be little organization for what kinds of products went where. It was suspected by many that the vendors just took whatever stand they could that day. If asked, any one of them would nod sadly. It was how life worked here.

Grandpa reflected on this as he searched for a stand. With a bag of whittled figures over his shoulder and a crying baby in his arm, he hoped he could get to it soon. Passers-by occasionally gave him looks, but once they saw him grimace at them, they remembered it was none of their business.

He kept trying to bob Junior up and down, but the baby’s eyes were still fixated on the still-distant castle. Suddenly, his vision was blocked by a tall elderly woman. In surprise, he stopped wailing and looked up to her face.

The face of a Gerudo looked at him with a calm smile and a twinkle in her amber eye. Her short grey hair and small wrinkles in her face betrayed her age, but her still-solid muscles distracted from that quite well.

“Aww,” she said in the voice people use when patronizing babies, putting a hand on Grandpa’s shoulder. She grinned smugly as the old man sighed in annoyance. “Is Papa giving you a hard time?”

“Him?” Grandpa asked, snarkily. “What about me?”

“Oh hush,” she laughed, lightly pinching the baby’s cheek. “You wouldn’t do that to your old, old man, would you? Would you?”

Junior, however, remembered that he was being taken away from the castle and began crying and reaching for that direction again.

“Now see what YOU’RE doing, Ishamu!” Grandpa retorted, pulling Junior closer to himself. “You forget your own strength?”

“HA!” Ishamu laughed. “What strength? I can barely lift an average Hylian above my head anymore! I have to use BOTH arms now!”

As Grandpa saw Junior was unharmed, he laughed in return.

“Ah, why don’t you sit down with us, rest those poor weak muscles of yours?”

Ishamu smiled knowingly.

“Oh, I’d LOVE to,” she said in a slightly dramatic voice, “but, goodness! I’ve forgotten where your shop is! Could you take me there?”

Grandpa fell silent, as she knew he would. He didn’t need the reminder that he was late.

“Oh, and here!” she said, pulling a few sugar cookies from a bag and holding them out to Junior. Almost immediately, he seemed to forget all about Hyrule Castle as his widening eyes saw the treats. He happily grabbed one and started to put it in his mouth, making “ahm” noises as he bit into that goodness.

“Thanks,” Grandpa sighed, relieved. “I dunno what came over him!”

Ten minutes later, they found empty stand and Grandpa began to place his figures on the table. Ishamu, meanwhile, held Junior in one hand and the rest of the cookies she brought out in the other. She gazed at him with concern.

“Link,” she asked calmly, not taking her eyes off the baby, “How long was he like that?”

“Since he tried to run off to Hyrule Castle today,” he replied, shaking his head. “Dunno what came over him, but he really wants to go there now.”

Ishamu took a closer look at Junior. “He seems kind of tired. Maybe he’s cranky?”

“Who knows?” Grandpa shrugged. “He DID have a nightmare last night, I think.”

“Oh? What makes you say that?”

Grandpa did NOT say “Because I had a nightmare too.” She would think he was an idiot for that, if not think it was a vision. Which it wasn’t. And he wasn’t.

“Well,” he said, “there was no other reason he could have been crying. Had to take ‘im to sleep in my arms!”

That mostly truthful answer seemed to satisfy Ishamu. She grinned devilishly at him again.

“And you thought that would stop his bad dreams?”

“…Shaddup.”

Finally, Link’s figures were all set up, with a little plaque asking five Rupees apiece. The most common of the wood works were soldiers, but there were also carvings of Hylians in other professions, from farmhand to royalty to no obvious job at all. Some were even other races, shown the same way. The monsters were whittled to scale, and some of these had individual prices to reflect this.

The figures were particularly popular with Gorons. The two Links saw many familiar faces come by that day, and Grandpa suspected they were buying replacements for carvings that were either burnt or blown up. Not that he could complain, though; his customers put food on the table, after all.

Ishamu gently put Junior back into his grandfather’s arms and leaned against one of the support beams. She idly looked around, .

“Hey,” she whispered, nudging Grandpa, “here comes one of your favorite customers!”

Grandpa grimaced. He could guess who it was.

A young, somewhat scruffy-looking Hylian with dirty brown hair approached the stand. He had a brown tunic that he seemed to always be shifting in, as if it would crawl off of him at any moment.

Grandpa put on his best professional grin and gestured towards his wares.

“Hello, Denian!” he said, as calmly as he could, “Here to look again?”

Junior squinted at him, and seemed about ready to try and pull the figures back. Grandpa didn’t seem to notice, and kept his grip on the baby.

Denian didn’t seem to notice Junor and nodded, eying the figures as if they were the delicacies from that nice Kokiri kid a few stands down. His eyes darted from figure to figure, finally stopping on a purple-painted farmer in the corner.

“That one right there is remarkable,” he said, leaning in to take a closer look.

Junior noticed his hands seemed more interested in the soldiers in the front, and tried pointing this out to Grandpa. Grandpa, however, glanced down at him once, and then simply looked back at Denian and nodded.

“I see you have an eye for this,” he noted.

“I should hope so! After so many visits, anyone should become a connoisseur of whittle-work! How much?”

“Five, as always.”

Rustles.

“I’ll take it.”

Grandpa smiled as he put the rupees in his pocket. His grin grew even wider as Denian immediately tripped after turning to leave, scattering several foot soldiers and a sculpture of a princess across the ground.

Grandpa pulled his cane back out from under the table and stood up, setting Junior down on the chair.

“I thought it was you,” he sneered. “You’ve gotten careless…”

He took a quick glance at his surroundings. People were stopping to gawk at the scene. They always liked a show.

“For shame,” he continued, shaking his head. “Pulling one over your elder, and with his grandson there, too!”

He gestured toward Junior, who had crawled over and started picking up the figures.

“Y-you tripped me!” Denian said, feebly trying to defend himself. Who was he kidding? It was obvious what had happened.

Ishamu sauntered over, lifting Denian onto his feet with minimal effort.

“And you stole from him,” she said, evenly. “You know what we Gerudo do to those who steal from their neighbors?”

Denian paled. Junior never knew eyes could get so wide, and couldn’t help but laugh.

“N-no, ma’am.”

“Well. It’d be a good idea to leave then, wouldn’t it?”

Danian nodded, slowly backing up, and then running as fast as he could out of the market. He didn’t even notice that his legitimately purchased figure was left behind. Grandpa shrugged, putting it back in its place in the corner.

After the crowd dispersed, curiosity got the better of Grandpa.

“Hey, Ishamu, what do you do to people who do that?”

Ishamu shrugged.

“I dunno. Should prob’ly come up with something.”

* * *

Other than Denian, the day was pretty uneventful. Figures were sold, Ishamu left to wander around the market some more, and the two Links would occasionally take breaks to look at the local stands, especially the catering ones.

Grandpa was sure to purchase several wooden blocks and paint, and he spent some time gawking at the newer brushes, carving knives, and chisels. Junior, on the other hand, had no interest in these. Instead, he begged Grandpa for a miniature pair of bongos. Even if Grandpa could say no to that face, he figured an instrument as subdued as the bongos would be a nice thing for his grandson to play with, and possibly learn.

Grandpa grunted as he slung his overstuffed bag over his shoulders. He never really had issues carrying it, but it was heavy. Finally, the two were ready to go.

Junior never really had issues staying awake until they went home. While Gramps was carrying his things, Junior was happily striding forward in what would have been a march if he wasn’t still a clumsy toddler. All the while, the bongos hung by a nice leather strap around his shoulders, and he was playing them all the way home.

It was about five minutes before Grandpa regretted buying them. But, it made Junior happy, and he sounded like he might almost get a rhythm going if he kept at it. Maybe he’d learn to not bang on the things.

It was evening when they finally made it back to their house.

“Alright,” Grandpa finally sighed, “that’s enough of that.”

Junior didn’t resist as his bongos were lifted from his shoulders. He yawned, rubbing his eyes sleepily.

“You tired now?” Grandpa asked, affectionately picking Junior up. “You ready for bed?”

Junior simply wriggled in response, trying to get into a more comfortable position. Grandpa smiled warmly, humming softly to keep his grandson relaxed as he gently put him into his crib.

“G’night,” he whispered, before turning to his supplies. He spent the next several hours whittling new figures, painting them, and re-painting the old ones for good measure. Occasionally, he would turn to see his grandson still soundly asleep, and smiled. It was just a nightmare, after all.

Finally, he set the figures aside to dry, hoisted himself up, and went to bed.

* * *

The soil stirred in the still air. No one was around to see this, as this patch of land was so infertile as to seem actively hostile.

Perfect, the soil thought, before sending some of itself to fly into the winds.