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Yandere Alphabet: Undertaker

This is a request not made by someone on Tumblr, but rather from my own circle of people from real life. Yeah, you know I'm talking about you. Feeling called out yet? Good. You little fluffy simp.

Anyway...

MAJOR CONTENT WARNING!

As you may be able to guess, Yanderes are rather bloody and not nice from a human rights point of view. This post features a couple of human rights violations, for example kidnapping, torture, gaslighting, manipulation, cencorship, drugging and drug abuse, psychological warfare, being almost exclusively fed with biscuits, arson, and many more I do not know of yet. But you little freaks probably like that, otherwise you wouldn't be reading this.

(For the love of anything unholy, why does he look like he's jerking off in that GIF? Also, I found my headline fond again. And I figured out how to add a "read more" barrier. I'm getting good again.)

Yandere Alphabet: Undertaker

A - Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

You know how little children tend to cling to their favourite stuffy and won't let them go for anything, not even washing? This is how intense he gets. He takes you everywhere he goes, as long as you won't hinder him. He hugs you tight and then just drags you along, wether you like it or not. Another thing he likes to do is to pet and caress your head with his fingernails, he knows that it feels good. He puts a huge emphasis on physical touch, if you couldn't tell. It's his love language, in contrast to giving gifts. These are rewards for you behaving well, not signs of affection, because they can be bought again and again and don't mean anything to him. They were bought with money after all, and we all know that he could care less for money.

B - Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

It is an understatement if I said he would kill. He would light houses and humans on fire, he would publicly execute people and make it seem like an accident. He would chloroform them and bury them alive, with or without a coffin, depends on his mood.

C - Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

First of all, you're getting locked in a room. You need sleep after being drugged so heavily. He knows his poisons well, he's embalming people for a living after all. You get to keep a few belongings from your old home, but mobile devices or anything technically advanced is off the table for now (he's a grandpa, let him be). He doesn't throw them away, he just doesn't want you to be able to contact anyone who could potentially help you. The police for example. He doesn't need the police on his poarch again. It happened once, it wasn't pleasant. The only food available for you at that moment are buiscuits, you will have to cook for the both of you if you want anything proper. But that won't happen soon, as you are locked in a room. What a bummer. It will only get better with time, if you manage to earn his trust. Otherwise, you have to stay in your room. And it is boring there. Kind of to mock you how empty your life is without him in the room.

D- Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling's will?

Of course, you're his now after all. You don't want to wear the clothes he selected for you? It's either this or you might aswell run around naked. He forces you to sleep in his coffin with you. Does not matter if you barely have any space in there together, you could be standing in the corner or be sleeping on the floor. The room you first wake up in only has a rather thin matress without any sheets or blankets. So? What will it be? Of course it will be him.

E - Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

He knows on which power level he is in comparison to others. And he knows he is way above them. What, you are trying to get a reaction out of him by threatening him with you? Pathetic little thing, they're as good as dirt now. You try to threaten him with running away or doing something to yourself? Your loss. He won't be pressured into anything by you. He doesn't show you anything about himself, he gives you no space to potentially hurt him.

F - Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

He sees it as a joke. What does a little drugged up ragdoll like you want to do against him? Scream and cry and kick around yourself? How cute, now hold still for the syringe. Try to strangle him in his sleep? The joke is on you, he already is dead. Why don't you try to go to sleep for once? Maybe this little chokehold on your neck will help you.

G - Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

This is better than any joke he's been told so far. The way you try so desperately to find your way out, he even encourages you to try even harder. Your frightened expression is just so divine, he can't get enough of it. And the best thing is, he knows that you will never be able to get out of there alive. As if it weren't enough, he also gives you false hints. Or maybe they're truthful. You'll probably never know, as you get knocked out before you can try them properly.

H - Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

Everything. Every second of you not obeying him equades to a month in the nine circles of hell. So just be nice and do as he says and you won't have to meet his devices from the middle ages.

I - Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

He always wanted a housewife that cleans after him and cooks for him. An obedient little plaything to amuse himself with. No children. He is not fond of them, they are annoying at best.

J - Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

Him and jealousy? Ha, never. He'd never get jealous. He just tracks down the people you frequently interact with to check if they pose any threat to your relationship. That girl you frequently go out with is just a normal friend and they are in a long-term relationship? Everyone can be a cheater. That dude you told him not to worry about? You definitely have something going on. And that is unacceptable. He doesn't show you his discontentment, not yet at least. But these others in your life, they will get to know it very well.

K - Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

It is weird to say, but he almost acts like a mixture of an older brother and boyfriend. He's always looking out for you, seeming oh so very sweet. He's not touchy, but he glares at anyone who tries to get physically close to you. He's always slightly behind you, making sure to avoid any possible danger he sees. But none of them come close to the danger the Undertaker himself poses to you. But shhh, you don't have to know about that.

L - Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

It would start off with normal dates. Going to a restaurant, going shopping, anything he knows you like. And he knows what you like, he has stalked watched you long enough to notice your likes and dislikes. During this time, he gets progressively more touchy the closer you get, until you let him into your home. He knew where you lived before you showed him and he was even in your building and rooms before you showed them to him, but he is good at pretending to see them for the first time. After this, he basically consideres himself welcome around your house 24/7.

M - Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

Of course they are. Otherwise, the police would have showed up at his doorstep sooner than later. And they already know him well, a story he does not like to remember, it was tedious to get them out of his mortuary.

N - Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

His go-to is either drugging or medieval torture devices. You blabbered too much nonsense again? A few hours with the Scold's bridle will teach you right. Trying to physically overpower him will be punished by drugging. You are so much more lovely like this, all drugged up and dazed. His disciplining is usually more unpleasant than hindering. Never would he go so far as to break your legs or even chop them off, you need those little sticks after all.

O - Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

Almost any he sees fit. Blabber too much and you lose your right of free speech (literally). The right of cencorship-free information? Surely not, the world outside is taboo for you. But don't worry, he won't take your right to go to the bathroom. He's not a monster after all.

P - Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

One month until he first tries to obduct you. Afterwards, he doesn't care to wait up for you. The longer you take, the less patient he is. So you better adjust to him quickly.

Q - Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

He could never. If you died, he would not wait long to bring you back as one of his living corpses. And if you, against all odds, manage to leave and escape his premises, he would go hunt after you right again. He makes sure you won't be able to catch a break, at least nowhere outside of his home.

R - Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

No and no. Why should he feel sorry about something he wanted? If you can't adapt properly to him and your new life, it is purely your problem. And running away is no solution. Sorry, love.

S - Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

This man has been unalive for longer than he needed and has enough trauma for three whole families. So why shouldn't he share his psychological turmoil with you? Also, he is curious how well a human can take being treated like this.

T - Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

He doesn't appear to feel anything, other than annoyance with a slight hint of amusement. If you isolate yourself, good. Better than crying and throwing a fit right infront of him. He really can't stand that, it reminds him of crying children who run after their mother after they were mean to her and she decided to leave them standing where they are. Screaming should only be done in isolation, otherwise you might hurt his eardrums. This man is already half blind, adding deafness to it is more than he'd like to have.

U - Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

He doesn't admire you. He wants you to admire him.

V - Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

Not a classical weakness, but useful none the less. His medicine/chemical cabinet has enough to kill a whole village, so if you start to be a bit more attentive during his work period, you might be able to learn a thing or two about some chemicals. He is most distracted during coffin nailing. If you use these facts wisely, you might make it out of there...

W - Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

Of course he would. What would be a better way to discipline you? Most of the injuries aren't fatal of course, he needs you in a good working shape.

X - Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

Him worshipping you? Dearie, you got something completely wrong. To him you are a puppet, a doll, a mere toy to play around with and throw aside as soon as he doesn't want you anymore. He knows that he doesn't need to win you over. He's way too irresistable for that (in his opinion).

Y - Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

Upon first meeting you, about 4 months. Plus minus one, if you're particularly lucky/unlucky. He knows what he's doing after all, he doesn't need much planing.

Z- Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

In the end, all he wants is a perfect little doll that will keep him company for as long as he needs. And if he needs to break you for this goal, he will do so without hesitation. That way, you'll be stuck with him for the rest of your time, as long as your mortal coil exists. Forever.

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Did I promise something happy or fluffy? Oops. My bad. I'll maybe do a series out of this, depends on my mood and creativity. I can't tell you yet what my next post will be, because I have no clue what it will be.

(I'm too lazy to proof read this, as always.)

Until next time~

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Greater and More Terrible

On a quest to slay a malevolent witch, a knight of the realm goes missing. Fearful of what fate may have befallen the knight, his squire, Elliott, sets off into the witch's domain in search of his master. The young man soon comes face to face with the witch herself and falls victim to a powerful curse. Reduced to less than half a foot tall and imprisoned in the witch's cabin, can Elliott find a way to break the curse and escape? Or will he meet his end and disappear without a trace in the shadowed depths of the forest the witch calls home?

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Preface

Hello all! This is my first foray into the Tumblr g/t community, though I've been lurking here for a few years. I'm excited (although a bit nervous) to finally be posting something. I have a few other story ideas that I'm working on here and there, and I can't promise any kind of consistent update schedule, but regardless, my number one goal is to tell a decent story, so I hope you enjoy! I welcome any feedback, comments, criticisms, etc.

Chapter One: Alone

In which Elliott makes one brave, somewhat questionable decision and a few less brave, definitely questionable decisions. Running blindly through the forest is probably a fine thing to do, right? And what's that saying - always trust strangers? I think that's how it goes, anyway. *Note* - there's no g/t in the story yet, but there will be! I just gotta cook a little, first.

CW: General Fear, Pain, Embarrassment, Poor Survival Skills, and a Squirrel-Related Inciting Incident

Next Chapter: Coming Soon...

Word Count: 3,479

The food would last another day – maybe two, if Elliott was careful with it. After that, he would be in trouble. He wasn’t any kind of outdoorsman, and he was sure that a novice trying to hunt or forage in the witch’s woods might as well be asking to meet the gods of death. As the name suggested, a witch of great power and ill repute had supposedly claimed the forest as her territory, and Elliott didn’t want to risk drawing her attention.

If it came down to it, he supposed there was always the food set aside for Sir Geoffrey. On the other hand, if the knight came back and found that his squire had stolen from his pack… Elliott shuddered at the thought. That wasn’t an option.

He is going to come back, isn’t he?

It wasn’t the first time he’d had the thought since Sir Geoffrey left him here four days ago, in the clearing where they had set up their camp. The first day had been almost nice, aside from the general anxiety of being alone in a supposedly cursed (or haunted, depending on who you asked) forest. Days apart from Sir Geoffrey were a rare gift—a break from the insults and the so-called training that left Elliott with bruises more than anything else.

The second day, the peace of solitude gave way to the unease of isolation, but Elliott hadn’t been worried about Sir Geoffrey. It only made sense that finding the witch’s lair and slaying her would take more than a day, even after leaving behind the “dead weight”, as Sir Geoffrey had so kindly phrased it.

On the third day, as morning settled into afternoon with no sign of the night, the thought tickled the back of Elliott’s mind for the first time. Is Sir Geoffrey all right? He tried to push it down, to tell himself it was an irrational question. Of course, Sir Geoffrey was all right—he was a knight of the realm, a champion of the people, a vanquisher of evil! And yet, despite his efforts, the worry wormed its way deep into Elliott’s thoughts, repeating again and again through the rest of the day, until he dozed off into fitful sleep that night.

This morning, Elliott had been torn from slumber by horrible, shrill chittering. He woke with a start, sure that some awful beast of the haunted (or cursed) forest was descending to take his life. In his tired haze, he groped for his nearby walking stick—the closest thing he had to a weapon. Armed as well as he could be, he sprang to his feet, ready to fight for his life.

There was no monster to slay, no magical creature to fend off. The raucous noise came from a half-dozen squirrels fighting over, around, and in Elliott’s pack. He stared at them, almost disappointed, until one of them popped up over the lip of the pack with a chunk of bread. Then, in a horrible flash, Elliott realized they had been fighting over his food. He charged at the rodents, screaming and waving his stick wildly.

The squirrels scattered, but the damage had already been done. The rations that were supposed to last him another week had been ravaged. Elliott salvaged everything he could, but what hadn’t been eaten outright was largely inedible, trampled in the dirt or torn to shreds and covered in fur.

Elliott’s chewed on his lower lip as he considered the predicament. His leg bounced nervously. He already wasn’t thrilled about being in the witch’s forest, but he had taken some solace in the assurance of the camp—if nothing else, he had a tent to sleep in, and food to eat. But now, the camp didn’t seem like such a haven.

Elliott was once again keenly aware that the forest penned him in on all sides. The ancient trees loomed at the edge of the clearing like giants standing at attention. Their broad branches hung heavy with leaves and cast dark shadows on the forest floor. Elliott’s view of the autumn sky was reduced to a blue circle high above him and whatever flecks he could spy through the shifting red-and-gold canopy. Any other direction he looked, all he could see was the forest.

Surrounded by the sea of trees, low on food, and with no sign of Sir Geoffrey, Elliott suddenly felt very small. That was hardly new – even at eighteen years old, he stood only five-foot-four, and he had a young face. When combined with his baggy tunic, which he’d owned since he was fifteen and still thought he would grow into it, Elliott appeared younger and smaller than he was, and people often treated him as less than significant. But where people were might be rude, or even malicious, the forest felt hungry. Elliott didn’t feel denigrated or offended—he felt hunted.

“Okay,” he said aloud, as if breaking the silence would ease the panic rising in his throat. “What options do I have?” He would make a list, that’s what he’d do. Lists were good. Lists made order out of chaos. Lists let you look objectively at a situation. A list would help him find the right course of action.

“Option one: starve to death.”

No! Idiot! He shook his head. Not an option. Try again.

“Option one: stay here and keep waiting. It’s not like I have no food left. Maybe I can stick it out for a while longer. I mean, Sir Geoffrey could be on his way back right now, for all I know.”

Assuming he’s coming back at all, his brain added helpfully. He tried to ignore it, but it had a point. If Elliott waited, and Sir Geoffrey didn’t come back, then he’d be in a worse situation than before.

“Option two,” he continued. “Try to get out of the forest. There’s that village we passed before—if I can make it there, then I can resupply and…” He trailed off. And what? He asked himself. Come back and wait some more? That wouldn’t solve anything. Besides, if Sir Geoffrey was coming back, it would probably be soon. If he wasn’t coming back, then he was either in serious trouble, or he was dead—and the more time passed, the more likely it was to be the second possibility. So that wasn’t an option either, which only left…

“Option three.” Elliott’s fists clenched and unclenched at his sides. He didn’t want to say it. If he said it, it was real. If it was real, he’d have to do it. He really wished he didn’t have to do it.

“Option three,” he repeated. “Go looking for Sir Geoffrey myself.” It was a horrible idea. Elliott wouldn’t stand a chance against anything that Sir Geoffrey couldn’t handle. What’s more, if the knight returned to camp while he was away, Elliott wasn’t certain that Sir Geoffrey would wait for him to return. Even so, Elliott had a responsibility to uphold. If Sir Geoffrey might be in trouble, Elliott was honor-bound to at least try to help him.

Elliott groaned loudly and started to gather his things. Sure, he was probably walking straight into certain death, but he might as well be prepared in case he wasn’t. He couldn’t carry everything, though. He’d have to make some choices. The food would come with him, of course, both his own and Sir Geoffrey’s. The tent would have to stay, and so would one of the bedrolls—trying to strap both to his pack threw off his balance. His walking stick was invaluable, as it would at least give him a chance to try and protect himself. The cookware was too heavy and took up too much space, so it had to stay as well. The rest of the space in his pack was claimed by the tinderbox, an extra water skin, and the emergency supplies—bandages and such.

When he was done, Elliott slung the heavy, wood-framed bag onto his shoulders and picked up his stick. He stood at the edge of camp and looked out into the forest, at the gap in the trees where he had last seen Sir Geoffrey.

Is this really a good idea? Elliott thought. Part of him wanted nothing more than to turn around, go back to the tent, and pretend like nothing was happening. No, he decided, this is definitely not a good idea. But I don’t have a choice. He gritted his teeth. He could do this. He had to do this. He took a deep breath and, on shaking legs, strode away from the camp, into the depths of the forest.

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A few hours later, Elliott found himself deeply regretting his choice. The gnarled, twisting branches of ancient trees reached toward him from every angle. They caught and tugged at his clothing and pack as though trying to pull them into their embrace. Though Elliott knew the sun must be nearing its zenith, the shadows seemed darker than ever, and heavy as pitch where they settled in the brush. The undergrowth hissed with the passage of dozens—no, hundreds, or even thousands!—of unseen creatures. In Elliott’s mind’s eye, each rustle marked a monster fouler than the last.

His breath hitched painfully in his chest. His aching eyes begged him to blink. His knees threatened to give out from beneath him. He couldn’t stop himself from trembling. Even so, he kept moving.

This is what a knight must do, he thought. A knight must not quail in the face of their fears. He repeated it over and over, clinging to the thought like flotsam after a shipwreck. It bobbed and tipped in the sea of Elliott’s fear. If it sank, there would be nothing keeping Elliott apart from the great, dark terror below—the truth he was doing his best to ignore. The truth that however awful the forest was, the witch, greater and more terrible than anything in her dread domain, was waiting at the end of Elliott’s quest.

He stopped briefly, giving into some of his body’s demands. He leaned heavily on his walking stick, blinked the tears from his eyes and shifted his pack to sit more comfortably on his shoulders. When he was ready to move again, he looked up.

Something looked back at him.

A pair of predatory eyes, pale green tinged with yellow, gleamed dimly from within the brush. Elliott’s instinct took over; almost before he knew what was happening, he was running. The branches which had tugged at him before now struck him as he rushed past, carving bright, hot lines across his face. He threw his free arm up to take the worst of it. It cost him his vision, but it didn’t matter. He didn’t care where he was going as long as he escaped whatever lurked the darkness.

Fate, it seemed, had other plans for Elliott that day. At that moment, his foot landed wrong. Caught in the thicket at full speed, he pitched forward with a crack. Blinding pain shot through his lower leg. His shoulder slammed into the trunk of a tree and he caromed off it, crashing to the ground and rolling through the brush. It almost slowed his momentum enough to keep him from going over the edge. Almost.

The half-second of freefall nearly stopped Elliott’s heart. He landed hard on sloped ground, finding no reprieve from his agony as he continued to roll, now careening down the side of the steep hill. The stones and vegetation littering the hill did little to slow him. Every bump sent waves of pain through his body, radiating out from his leg. It was less painful when he rolled over top of his pack, but only just. The objects inside rattled and the wooden frame creaked ominously. His walking stick caught fast on something and was torn from his hand.

Elliott tucked his head to his chest. It was all he could do. Tears streamed down his face. He was dimly aware that he was screaming. Gods, please, he thought desperately. Please save me. Please let it stop.

As if in answer to his prayers, the base of the hill appeared beneath Elliott. The slope flattened, suddenly and jarringly, to level ground, and Elliott came to a shuddering stop on his side.

His head spun. His ears rang. His eyes and throat burned. His leg throbbed with pain as bad as he had ever felt. Every inch of his body hurt. His breathing was ragged, and his heart pounded as though it were trying to break through his ribs.

The outside world was lost to Elliott—his body’s misery commanded his attention. Time was likewise a mystery. He didn’t know how long he lay on the forest floor, wracked with pain. It might have been mere moments. It felt like hours.

After some time, the pain began to subside. Elliott’s breath steadied. It wasn’t so bad anymore. Even the stabbing agony in his leg had dulled to a sharp ache.

“Are you all right?”

Elliott flinched at the unfamiliar voice. He hadn’t realized he was no longer alone. Who were they? How long had they been there? Elliott stiffly uncurled and raised his head.

A woman crouched at Elliott’s side, brows deeply furrowed over amber eyes filled with concern. One hand rested on Elliott’s knee. The woman appeared to be around thirty, though life had apparently spared her the common ravages of disease and injury, as her smooth, olive skin bore no scars that Elliott could see, pox or otherwise. Her thick, dark hair was swept to one side and curled past her shoulders. The sleeves of her simple, cream-colored blouse were pushed up to her elbows, and mud stained her deep green skirt at the knees.

“Are you all right?” The woman asked again. She spoke softly, but her voice was steady and strong, and it flowed like warm honey. It might just have been the relief of seeing another person for the first time in days, but Elliott found something about her voice reassuring.

“Ah, y-yes,” Elliott stammered. He scrambled to his feet, wincing as he put weight on his injured leg, and looked himself over. A few cuts here and there, a few bruises, and of course, his leg still hurt, but aside from that (and his fresh coating of dirt and leaves), he was basically intact. “I’m all right, I think. Mostly. That is, I’m more or less all right. Still in one piece, anyway.” He mentally kicked himself. Stop rambling! “Thank you for asking,” he finished lamely.

The woman stood as well. To Elliott’s surprise, she was a few inches shorter than him. He didn’t often meet many people who were. “I’m glad to hear it,” the woman said with a smile. “That was a nasty fall.”

Elliott’s face flushed, and the tips of his ears burned. “Oh. You… you saw that?” It was one embarrassment after another.

“I heard it from the trail,” she said, and pointed away from the hill. Beyond the trees, a narrow path of worn dirt wound through the forest. A lidded wicker handbasket sat on the side of the path. “It was a bit of a shock at first,” the woman continued. Her smile grew slightly mischievous. “I was worried there was a banshee haunting the woods. Of course, banshees don’t make so much noise outside of the screaming, so I realized that couldn’t be it and came to take a look.”

Elliott’s flush deepened at the joke. Gods above, she must think I’m an absolute idiot. “It seemed worse in the moment,” he said by way of an explanation. “Really, I’m just grateful I didn’t get more badly injured.”

“Small blessings,” the woman said. Her eyes sparkled like she was holding back laughter.

What was funny about that? Elliott wondered. The thought was quickly pushed aside by a sudden realization. “I’m sorry,” he said, “I’ve been so rude! I haven’t introduced myself yet.” He brushed the front of his clothes as best as he could and gave the woman a small bow. “Elliott Weathersby, at your service, ma’am.”

The woman shook her head. “If you’ve been rude, then so have I. Please, call me Laurel. No need for the ‘ma’am’, either. I’m no more a lady than I am a king. It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Elliott.

“The pleasure is mine, m—” Elliott caught himself. “Laurel,” he corrected, somewhat sheepishly.

This time, Laurel did laugh. Elliott could tell it wasn’t mean-spirited, but his meager pride felt the blow anyway. He felt foolish a lot of the time, but right now, he may as well have been a court jester.

“Well,” Laurel said, “now that we’ve officially met each other, I have to ask—how did you end up in a heap at the bottom of a hill this deep in the forest, anyway?” She looked bemused. “I don’t usually see anyone out here at all, let alone in the…” She tilted her head and waved a hand vaguely in his direction. “…state you seem to have found yourself in.

Elliott scratched the back of his head and glanced away. “It’s a bit of a long story,” he said, determined to not appear more foolish than he already did. “To put it briefly, I’m looking for my traveling companion. He went off on his own a few days ago, and I haven’t seen him since.”

Laurel frowned. “Rather inconsiderate of him to wander off like that. What does he look like? It’s possible we’ve crossed paths.”

“You would probably know if you had seen him. He’s a knight, after all.”

If Elliott had been more alert, less weary, or less distracted by his lingering aches and pains, he might have noticed the momentary pause before Laurel responded. He might have heard the slight change in the tone of her voice as she asked, “A knight?” He might have remembered Sir Geoffrey’s warnings to be wary while in the woods.

But he wasn’t. And he didn’t.

“Right,” he nodded. “Armor, sword, steed, all of it. The very image of chivalry.”

Laurel folded her arms. “Except for the part where he left you alone in the woods.”

“No, no, that’s different!” Elliott assured her. “He has a very important job to do. I’m just a squire, and a poor one at that. I would have just been in the way, so it was for the best.”

“Hm.” Laurel didn’t seem particularly assuaged by the explanation. “In any case, I haven’t seen any knights. That being said, I did find a horse wandering in the forest yesterday. Could it be your errant knight’s?”

Elliott’s stomach dropped. He tried to stay calm. Maybe it was just a coincidence. “Was it a white mare?” he asked. “Did the saddle pad have crests of roosters on either side?”

“It was a white mare, yes, but she didn’t have any kind of tack on when I found her.”

Elliott’s concern grew. “None at all? No saddle, no reins, no bit or bridle?” He could feel his worries rising, like a pot about to boil over. “Did she have any distinctive markings, or a brand, or anything like that?

“I’m not sure…” Laurel tapped her chin and thought for a moment. She snapped her fingers. “How about this? My home isn’t far from here. Why don’t you just come with me and see her for yourself.”

Elliott nodded. “I would appreciate that very much, thank you.” The sense of relief that had been growing over the course of the conversation had all but shattered. His mind raced, conjuring up all the most horrible, gruesome things that might have happened. The only thing keeping his anxiety from becoming panic was the possibility that it was a different horse.

“Then let’s not waste any more time,” Laurel said. She walked back toward the path. “Follow me.”

At the side of the path, Laurel stooped to pick up her basket. “I can carry that,” Elliott blurted. Laurel looked at him quizzically. “Not that you need me to,” he added hastily. “Just that—well, my mother always told me that one good turn deserves another, and you’re helping me, so I—I should help you, if I can.” “I suppose I won’t say no, if you’re so eager to offer,” Laurel said with a shrug. She raised a warning finger. “But let me know if your leg hurts too much, and I’ll take it back. There’s no need for you to overtax yourself."

“I will,” Elliott agreed. She held out the basket, and he took it. The damp, earthy scent of mushrooms rose from within.

“All right, then.” Laurel turned and set off down the trail. Slinging the basket over his arm and into the crook of his elbow, Elliott followed.

#g/t #g/t writing #sfw g/t #AmbiWritesGT #Greater and More Terrible #GaMT #Witch and Squire #OC-Elliott #OC-Laurel #okay so it's not g/t yet but we're getting there #just trust #g/t community

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bluejaysandblackbats · 16 days

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Hair Trigger

Fandom: DC Comics, Batfam, Superfam, YJ98

Summary: A junior at Gotham University, Jason finds it difficult to conceal his worsening mental health from his family and his friend, Jon Lane Kent. Family secrets are revealed and boundaries are pushed as Jason and Laney struggle to navigate through school, their romantic feelings, and their trauma. Could the reintroduction of Laney Kent be more trouble than it's worth, or is it just what Jason needed to confront the demons of his past?

I will also do trigger warnings for chapters and if there is smut I have the chapter(s) tagged so you don't have to worry about nsfw in the fic if you're just here for the story itself.

Chapters: 5/?

Characters: Jason Todd, Jonathan Lane Kent, Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent, Lois Lane, Cassandra Cain, Tim Drake, Conner Kent, Natalia Knight, Jonathan Samuel Kent, Cassie Sandsmark, Chris Kent, Bart Allen, Original Character(s)

Relationships: JayLaney, Clois, TimKon

Additional Tags: University AU, No Powers AU, Sharing A Bed, Romance, Angst

Chapter Five: Image

Clark hesitated a while before knocking on the door. Laney answered the door and turned to go back to cooking dinner without so much as a greeting. "Where's your roommate?" Clark asked as he shut and locked the door behind him.

"She's out of town for the weekend. Where's your stuff?" Laney asked as he washed his hands and checked on the food in the oven.

"It's in the car. I just wanted to make sure you were okay with me staying this weekend?" Clark asked. Laney nodded. "I'm gonna go get my things then, and I'll be right back..."

"Okay... Dad, do you want onion on your burger or no?" Laney asked.

"Onion is fine, thank you," Clark replied as he walked out the door and went back downstairs. He carried his clothes for the weekend in a duffle bag and his air mattress under his arm.

This time, Clark took the elevator instead of the stairs. He opened the door with one hand, and Laney came back over to take the air mattress and set it aside. "How do you like your classes? I remember you said you changed your major," Clark asked.

"I like it... I'm a music therapy major now, by the way," Laney answered as he took the food out of the oven and made Clark's plate. "What're you working on? Anything I should know about?" Laney asked. Clark placed his phone on the counter.

"I interviewed an influencer in Bludhaven," Clark replied, "And we talked about the future of marketing, which used to be your major."

"Yeah? Send me the link when you post it... It sounds interesting," Laney whispered as he poured Clark a glass of milk and poured himself a drink. "Here you go, Dad."

"Thank you," Clark smiled as he bit into his burger. Laney started to eat and took a sip of gin. "You drink?"

"Mhm, not on school nights, though..." Laney replied after taking another sip. "Also, I figured that we would eat before talking about anything serious."

Clark took a sip of his milk. "Oh, no, I wasn't judging you. I was just making an observation," Clark replied, "What's your roommate like?"

"She's a sweet kid. She's a freshman, never lived away from home before, theatre major, and she's a genuinely kind person to be around. It's like having a cool little sister around," Laney answered as he went back to eating, "And don't worry, I'm being nice to her. How're the boys?"

"They're doing good... Chris tries not to show it, but he misses you a lot," Clark confessed, "He won't let anyone move anything on your side of the room."

"I'll talk to him soon," Laney whispered, "I miss him too." They continued to eat in silence for a while, and Laney finished his drink.

"Laney, I can't do this... I just wanna know what happened? I wanna fix things—."

Laney got up and poured himself another glass. "Can I ask you a question first? When you sent me away, why couldn't you just say you loved me back?" Laney asked. He leaned in, tapping his nails on the counter. He took a swig of his second drink.

"Because if I said it, I never would've been able to send you away. All I wanted to do was take it back," Clark whispered, "Lane... What happened?"

"I had no one to hold onto, Dad," Laney started to cry, "And the boys there... They weren't kind to my weakness. I wasn't even there a whole week before they started in on me... And yeah, I probably had it coming to me after all the mean things I'd done in my life, but this was so different." Clark reached for Laney's hand, and Laney recoiled violently. Laney poured a little more gin into his glass. "And my counselor... He was the only one at that school who I could talk to. So, I did, almost every day of those two years... And that's why you couldn't find me on the last day of school..."

"I don't understand," Clark murmured. Laney shook his head.

"No, no... You don't get why that day was so bad for me. I let him take me off-campus. He said he wanted to take me to live with him, and I wanted to go.

We got about an hour away from the school, and we passed by this field, and as much as I wanted to leave with him, I started crying... I told him that I was sorry. He took me back to a restaurant right outside the school and told me to go inside and call the school, and when I got out of the car, he drove off, and I never saw him again," Laney explained as he finished his drink and Clark grabbed the bottle before Laney could pour himself another glass.

"Laney, look at me," Clark pleaded with him, "Laney—."

"It's okay if you hate me for trying to replace you. I want you to be mad at me for it—."

"Why would—?"

"I didn't know what else to do! I lost my best friend, I lost you, and all I wanted was someone to say it back," Laney's voice broke, "I just wanted somebody to care."

He jumped as soon as he felt himself being grabbed and embraced, and Laney couldn't move until he heard his father's voice whispering, "I care... I love you, Laney. I love you, and I'm sorry." Laney wrapped his arms around his father, and as soon as Laney regained his composure, he let go.

"I thought I wanted to be mad..." Laney stepped away from the counter and sat on the couch. He let out a few shaky breaths.

"Can I put the gin away now?" Clark asked innocently, and Laney let out a shaky laugh and nodded.

"You can put it back... So, you're not mad at me? You're not gonna say what I did was crazy and irresponsible and that I could've gotten killed?" Laney asked. Clark pushed up his glasses.

"Laney, I'm just happy that we got you back... Do you remember what you were like when we went to that restaurant to come and pick you up?" Clark asked. Laney shook his head. "You looked like you hadn't slept in days. You were shaky, out of it... You kept telling us you'd give anything just to go home and go to bed. You wouldn't say anything else. You slept on the couch in the living room for weeks."

"It took everything in me not to punch Conner in the face for saying I was scared to sleep in my own bed," Laney chuckled.

"I'm glad that you didn't do that," Clark smiled, and he got up to wash his hands, "You're so much like your mother."

"Stubborn?" Laney asked.

"Driven," Clark replied. Laney went to wash his hands in the bathroom, and he dried his hands on the towel.

Laney turned on the tv, and Clark washed the dishes. "Dad, you don't have to—."

"But I'd like to just this once," Clark interrupted. Laney nodded. Clark's phone rang. "That's your mom."

Laney put the phone on speaker. "Hi, Mom..." Laney answered.

"I just wanted to call to see if your father got in alright... And the boys wanted to say goodnight," Lois whispered.

"Hi, Sammy! Hi, Chris!" Laney exclaimed. The boys both spoke at once in a jumble of words that Laney couldn't quite make out.

"You're not mad?" Sammy asked.

"No, I'm not mad. How was your field trip?" Laney asked.

"It was good. We went to the exploratorium," Sammy answered, and he went on to tell Laney about what he did there.

Then Chris mentioned something about missing Laney, and Laney smiled to himself. "I miss you too," Laney whispered.

"We're making pizza for dinner. Did you eat already?" Lois asked.

"Mhm, Laney made burgers," Clark answered, "Oh, and boys make sure to start your homework and chores before Sunday." Chris and Sammy groaned. Clark dried the dishes and put them away in the cupboards.

"Loving the enthusiasm," Lois joked, and she sent the boys back to the kitchen before she asked if things were going alright.

"We're okay," Laney whispered. Lois made a humming noise.

"Good. I love both of you," Lois whispered.

"Love you too, Mom," Laney replied.

"I love you, Lois," Clark replied, and they hung up. Gus came out of Laney's bedroom and stood by Laney's feet.

"Oh, hello, handsome. Dad, this is Gus Gus. Gus Gus, this is Dad," Laney introduced them. Clark followed Laney and Gus to the couch. Laney rested his legs on Clark's lap as he watched tv.

"You still watch The Wonder Years?" Clark asked, and Laney nodded.

"It's kind of what I imagine you were like as a kid," Laney replied.

"Huh," Clark nodded, "That's fair."

They didn't say much as they continued watching tv, and Clark looked over to say something at Laney, and Laney lay fast asleep with his mouth open. "Laney? Lane, wake up." Laney started to snore. He moved Laney's legs and picked up Gus, and moved him to the side. "Laney?" Clark asked a little bit louder, and still, Laney didn't stir. So, Clark picked him up and carried him to bed while his mattress blew up in the living room. He pulled the blankets over Laney and was startled by Laney grabbing his face, still half asleep and pressing a kiss to his cheek.

"You're going already?" Laney whimpered. Clark chuckled, realizing that Laney was a little bit drunk, and he let out a breath. "Don't go. Not yet," Laney wiped a few tears away with his sleeve. "I don't wanna stay here by myself," Laney mumbled as he cried.

"I'm not going anywhere. I'm just getting ready to go to bed. I'll be here when you get up," Clark reassured him, "I promised I'd be here the whole weekend, remember?"

Laney turned over on his side, and with his eyes still closed, Laney uttered, "I remember... But I wish you could stay longer," in a half-broken whisper. Clark smiled and pushed Laney's hair back.

"Goodnight, Laney," Clark whispered, and he closed Laney's door on his way out. He unpacked his duffle bag and grabbed took some of his things to the bathroom.

After he took his shower, he looked around for where Laney kept his extra blankets. He found a comforter in a bin in the coat closet and placed it on the mattress. He left the tv on for a little while before taking his glasses off and going to bed.

Clark woke up a few hours around two in the morning to a loud thud. "Fuck," Laney winced, and he opened the door and stumbled to the bathroom in the dark. He came out of the bathroom a minute later, and he stopped in his tracks. "Hiya, Dad," he greeted him casually before going back to bed. Clark turned over on his back and chuckled to himself.

The rest of the night was calm, even for Laney, who couldn't recall the last time he slept so peacefully. He didn't awaken again until eight that morning to the smell of breakfast. He stepped out of his room, and Clark greeted him. "Good morning, how're you feeling?" Clark asked.

"I don't remember going to bed," Laney yawned.

"I carried you to bed," Clark answered as he flipped their pancakes.

"Well, that's embarrassing..." Laney went to the bathroom to brush his teeth, and he came back just as Clark finished making his plate.

"Did you mean what you said about wishing I could stay longer?" Clark asked.

Laney dug into his breakfast and shrugged, "I kind of remember that... Hey, Dad? I really am glad that you came this weekend. I know I wanted to leave things alone, but it means a lot to me that you cared enough to come and spend the weekend with me." Clark took a sip of orange juice.

"It's because I love you. I really do, Laney," Clark answered.

"I love you too, Dad," Laney whispered as he picked over his apples.

Clark reached across the counter and nudged his hand. "Eat your apples," Clark instructed gently. Laney laughed.

"Can I have another sausage?" Laney asked.

"Finish some of your apples, and we'll talk," Clark replied.

Laney ate his pancakes with the apples. "Are you gonna tell Mom about the stuff I said?" he asked, his mouth half full.

"Do you want me to?" Clark asked. "She doesn't tell me about what you two talk about in therapy." Laney furrowed his brows. "You didn't know that?"

"I dunno. I figured Mom told you everything. I don't expect either of you to keep secrets from each other on my behalf... I don't talk about you there. I mostly just talk about my nightmares and the fact that I try to bury my feelings out of fear," Laney admitted, "And you can tell Mom what I said. I'll probably bring it up in therapy anyway."

Clark pushed his glasses up and finished his breakfast. "You have nightmares still?" Clark asked.

"Mhm, it's nothing that I can really put into words. I just know that some of them are caused by sleep apnea... And before you say it, Mom is already trying to force me to get a CPAP machine. It's not that bad—."

"Laney, I just heard you say you don't really need to breathe while you sleep—."

"Oh, Dad, come on. You know that's not what I said," Laney replied as he went back to eating. Clark took a deep breath.

"Sorry, but I'd feel a lot better if I knew you were doing something about that," Clark replied. Laney put his fork down and started eating his apples with his fingers. "Laney, are you telling me that you go to therapy for sleep apnea?"

"Of course not! I go to therapy because I compartmentalize," Laney snapped, "I started feeling like I had to be completely different people at school, at home, at work, just to survive. I can't date, I can't ask for help outside of therapy... I feel like I'm just waiting until the next party so that I can self-destruct... And I called Mom, telling her that I wanted to die on New Year's Eve last year, and she picked me up from the pier." Laney swallowed hard. Clark put his fork down.

"Jonathan... I didn't know—."

"Yeah, well, I'm working through it... It's not as bad as it was before, but I still struggle," Laney whispered, "I thought you knew that much, at least."

"I didn't know any of it. Laney, if you think that I don't think your feelings are important—."

"That's not the problem. It's the fact that I remember how it felt to be able to tell you this stuff, and now I feel like I want to tell you when I don't feel good," Laney coughed into his elbow, "But I feel like I don't deserve it anymore."

"Don't deserve what?" Clark asked.

"I don't deserve to talk to you about things," Laney replied, "And I know Mom tries, but she and I are so much alike that I feel like talking to her is the same as talking to myself."

"Laney, I love talking to you kids. I like knowing what's going on. Even in Conner's life, and let me tell you, sometimes I wish there were things that he would keep to himself," Clark joked, and Laney let out a little laugh. "And I'd pick arguing with you over whatever we've been doing for the past couple of years. I missed being able to go beyond just small talk with you.

I like knowing that you hate the space that's grown between us just as much as I do... And if you want me to do all the work and ask all the questions, I'll do that. Okay?" Laney forced his tears back and nodded, and Clark got up and embraced him just as he did the night before. Laney shut his eyes and let out a sigh as he let his father hold him.

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devildomdisaster · 3 years

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I'm sending this assuming that requests are open. If not, feel free to ignore this, haha

Can I request the bros reacting to mc getting annoyed and worried during a thunderstorm, and when they ask why mc answers with something akin to "my dog is terrified of thunderstorms, so it's become instinct to find him and comfort him"?

I've been slow to answer requests lately. Sorry, this took so long.

Lucifer:

Your constant pacing is annoying him. Lucifer can’t figure out why you are so agitated, and your pacing is starting to distract him from the paperwork he has to have done by morning. “It’s just a thunderstorm, Mc please.”

You whip around to glare at him so quickly he is taken aback.

Nothing in your expression says fear, and to be honest, Lucifer is relieved you don’t seem to be afraid of the storm. He hadn’t handled the situation well and he wouldn’t ever want you to think he cares so little for you that he would brush aside your fears as if they meant nothing.

Now that he is thinking clearly again he changes tactics.

“Mc, my dear, what has got you so upset?”

“My dog hates thunder, and I always have to comfort him during a storm. He’s not here. But I can’t help but worry. And it’s just instinct now I guess.

Lucifer seriously considers bringing your dog to the Devildom.

But the trouble that would get him into, the paperwork, Diavolo, the chance that some sort of harm could come to your pet dissuades him from that idea.

“I’m sorry mc.” and he really does look distressed that he can’t help you.

Until he realizes that Cerberus isn’t the biggest fan of thunder either. Cerberus’s room is more protected from the noise of the storm but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t like attention and comfort during a storm.

Lucifer takes your hand and silently leads you down to Cerberus.

You are understandably reluctant at first but Lucifer assures you that Cerberus is completely docile while he is around.

Soon you are snuggled up against the three-headed dog and Lucifer is finishing his work on the ground next to you.

Mammon:

Mammon bluntly asks you what has you so annoyed

“Oi human, what’s got ya all antsy?”

The way he says it makes you want to fight him just a little.

But he’s a demon and there’s no way a human could scare him with a little glare. Well normally your glare might scare him just a bit, but the look in your eyes now is tempered by the worry that is so clear on your face.

He drags you to his room and has you explain exactly why you are so worried.

Mammon asks you all about your dog.

He somehow distracts you by getting you to tell him all kinds of cute and funny stories about your dog.

You end up sitting with Mammon for hours, music playing in the background, almost completely forgetting about the storm.

He definitely wants to meet your dog now.

He’ll even go to Lucifer to get permission to visit your home in the human realm so you can both see your dog.

Levi:

You are distracting him from his gaming and it takes Levi a second to process that you might need his comfort.

“If you are going to be a distracting normie, could you at least not pace in front of the screen Mc?”

You apologetically move away from the screen towards the door.

“W-Wait! I didn’t mean you should leave! What’s wrong?”

You hesitate not sure if you want to tell him now, but then you spot Henry in his fishbowl.

“My dog hates thunder,” you say refusing to look at Levi and staring at the fishbowl instead “I usually have to go find him when a storm starts. But he’s not here, and I dunno… I think it’s just like instinct to comfort him but I cant so…”

Levi gets it.

He has so much love for his pets. Even the ones that grew into giant demon-eating monsters that don’t even recognize him.

He’d do almost anything for them.

You can’t go comfort your dog, but maybe Levi can comfort you?

He’ll try, even if he is blushy and nervous.

You’ll spend the storm exchanging stories about your pets and watching animes that are eerily similar to your situation. Like ‘My demon dog hates storms but I’m in the human realm and now the storms make me anxious because I can’t help but worry about him.’ and ‘My crush is worried about her pets and I almost messed everything up, but don’t worry I think I can help!’

Satan:

It’s no secret this demon is more of a cat lover.

But he still cares about your dog because he cares about you.

Blunt demon 2.0

Straight up asks you about your behavior as soon as you start acting weird. Although he is much more polite about it than Mammon.

“Mc, is there something you want to talk about? You seem distressed.”

“No!” you snap “Yes? Maybe? I don’t know Satan. This storm is driving me crazy! Every fiber of my being tells me I need to go find him. But he’s not here and I can’t help but worry and I know you mean well but there is nothing you can do to fix this.”

“Oh, well I don’t know if I would say there is nothing I can do. But who is he, kitten?” he asks gently, trying to understand

“My dog.”

You stare at him as he goes rummaging through the piles on one of his bookcases. After several minutes he turns triumphantly to you holding an ornamental metal hand mirror out to you.

It looks beyond old, and it’s surprisingly heavy and sturdy when he hands it to you.

“Just think of your dog and look in the mirror.”

“Like beauty and the beast?” you joke.

“Where do you think the ‘beast got the mirror in the first place?” Satan asks.

“I-What? You mean you-”

Satan’s eyes glint “That’s a story for another time, but yes I gave the ‘beast’ his magic mirror. But the fairy tales butchered the actual story,” He sighs.

You look in the mirror as instructed and see your dog with your family, tale wagging, dashing across a grassy field after a ball.

You smile “Thank you, Satan. This really helps.”

“Anytime Mc”

Asmo:

Asmo is telling you about his latest Devilgram post and how his followers “simply loved seeing the picture of you on the Ferris wheel with him,” when the first clap of thunder rolls through the air above the house of lamentation.

When you jump up at the sound Asmo thinks you’re afraid of the storm.

He carefully places the top to the nail polish he was using back on the bottle before focusing on you. “Darling, are you ok?”

You shake your head, pacing to the door then back to your vacated seat on Asmo’s bed.

“Mc darling can you tell me what’s wrong?” Asmo analyses your expression quickly, he’s looking for fear but doesn’t find any.

“It’s the storm,” you murmur “My dog can’t stand thunder and I’m used to going to find him when a storm starts. But I can’t really do that here so I’m stuck not knowing what to do with myself.”

“Oh Mc, that’s absolutely adorable!”

You glare half-heartedly at the demon.

“Don’t look at me like that!” Asmo pouts “I can’t help but react when you act so sweet.” he hums in thought for a moment.

“Is there someone taking care of him now?”

You nod “Yes, but I still worry sometimes.”

“I know darling. How about we go ask Lucifer if you can go for a visit tomorrow?”

You perk up at the thought and Asmo grins “Good, then we’ll do that first thing tomorrow morning. But for now, do you think we can distract you with a movie and some facemasks?”

Beel:

Beel doesn’t want to intrude, but he can’t help it when your mood starts affecting him.

He can’t enjoy the snacks he just bought when you seem so upset.

“Mc… will you tell me how I can help you?”

The sincerity of his question shocks you for a moment.

You blink up at him, feeling heat blooming in your cheeks.

“I’m sorry Beel, I didn’t mean to ruin your snacks”

“It’s ok Mc, you're more important.”

“It’s just that storms bother me. My dog hates them and when I can’t be there to comfort him I get… well like this.”

Beel nods and asks if you’d like to do something to take your mind off the storm.

“I don’t really know if I can just forget about the storm, you know?”

“That’s ok, how about we make some comfort foods then?”

Beel has you choose some music to play in hope of concealing the sound of thunder and you end up talking about your dog and cooking your favorite foods.

Beel is content helping out even if you aren't in the best of moods as long as he can help cheer you up just a bit.

Belphie:

Belphie is already annoyed that the thunder is keeping him from sleeping.

So your mood fits right in with his.

You can both be anxious/ annoyed little terrors together.

The rest of the brothers are giving you both plenty of space.

Somehow having someone in a similar mood as your own is helpful.

You can both be a little snappy without the other being offended or impatient.

You probably end up in a pile of pillows and blankets with Belphie. You're both a little restless but eventually, the comfort of the blankets and Belphie’s warmth calm you.

He’ll make sure you’re ok, with gently probing questions to find out what caused your mood.

He can’t exactly help your situation, after all, he doesn’t have the power to bring your dog to the Devildom and he doubts Lucifer would let him anyways.

But he can, and will let you talk if you want, and if not he’ll support you in silence.

He likes it best when you are happy but he knows there are problems he can’t solve.

He’ll ask if you’d like to dream about being home with your dog and if so he’ll influence your dreams.

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tilarileopard · 2 years

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Undertale AU Sims 4 Part 1

I recently got back on my Sims bullshit after many years, and since I've been all-in on Undertale fanfic, I decided to make my favorite disasters in the game and let them loose.

Currently, I have the skellies from Undertale, Underfell, Dancetale, Underswap, and Underlust in the game living their best chaotic lives. I plan on adding Swapfell, Horrortale, Bad Sans Poly Crew, and a few others as I get settled in.

I'm compiling these random ass adventures and screenshots from my poly Discord server to make it easier to share around. :) I also just got set up with all of the expansions and will be adding mods soonish for even more fun. Later updates will have way more screenshots because I realized I should probably be doing that.

Without further adieu, let's get into these disasters.

Tumblr, why is this pic upside down? You are as much of a disaster as this crew is. Leaving it like this because it is VERY FITTING.

The first family is Sans, Papyrus, Red, Edge, Annoying Dog, Doomfanger, and a raccoon named Trash Panda because Red would totally have that as a pet. Their characterizations are heavily drawn from Nilchance's Ain't This the Life and Kamari's Ebott is a Multiverse series.

Starting Their Adventures So far, Edge has made breakfast at 3 am, Trash Panda has been in the literal trash, Doomfanger has attacked a visitor, I have Red and Sans flirting b/c I need Kustard ASAP, also all the pets try to eat all of the food Papryus cooks.

Edge had to take Trash Panda to the vet b/c Trash Panda ate spoiled food, and the raccoon started picking fights in the office. Papyrus tries to clean up around the gremlins as best he can but it is CHALLENGING. The household bought a computer and Red stayed up until like 3 am playing video games

Doomfanger continues to attack literally every guest. Red then praises the cat.

THIS IS ALL SHIT THEY'RE DOING ON THEIR OWN. Very little of this chaos involves my input. I'm mostly the cleanup crew.

Doomfanger decided to run away for a bit, which made everyone in the house sad. Edge posted a lost pet alert and slept a lot and didn't even care that Fanger was filthy when he showed back up.

(Editor's note: This happens a metric shitton until I learn how to lock the doors for the cats. Doomfanger is just an independent soul who wants to terrorize the entire neighborhood.) Papyrus is just power cleaning with all of his might but between the pets and the Sanses, it's a lost cause.

Red decided that he wasn't going to eat the dinner that Papyrus LOVINGLY CREATED one night, so he went to cook tofu dogs on the grill in the backyard. It promptly caught on fire. This will not be the only time this happens. I have learned how to travel to other lots, so I will soon be unleashing their mayhem elsewhere. Red and Sans finally had their first kiss but, in true disaster queer, idiots to idiot lovers fashion, have not actually admitted their attraction to one another yet. Papyrus and Edge have started a garden in the back that was thankfully outside of the blast zone of the grill fire. I'm waiting to see how this goes sideways. Also, Annoying Dog literally will not shut up and barks about everything. Especially when the room's occupant is sleeping.

Red, This is Not How We Min-Max Our Career Progression

Trying to get Sans and Red to up their logic skills for their careers, but RED JUST GETS SUPER FLIRTY AROUND HIM NOW WHICH I FEEL LIKE IS A LITTLE BIT DISTRACTING. I tried to make them woohoo but SANS DECIDED TO JUST GO AND TAKE A FRIKKIN NAP.

So Red is trolling people on the internet now to channel his frustrations elsewhere.

Edge is unironically having lots of fun repairing the toilet. Red unironically refuses to flush the toilet.

Papyrus randomly keeps running out to the trail to say hi to the neighbors. We live by a park. I feel like I need to put a leash on Papyrus for him to get anything done in the house, but that would make this a completely different Sims 4 playthrough.

Annoying Dog Don't Be Creepy

Annoying Dog continues to live up to his name by peeing on Papyrus. Then it's time to bother the rest of the household. RED AND SANS ARE FINALLY FUCKING AND THE GODDAMN DOG IS IN THERE BARKING AT THEM JESUS CHRIST. EDGE IS STANDING IN THE HALLWAY OUTSIDE OF THE BEDROOM DOOR OH NO. ..he's doing situps outside of their door. Wat? I feel like this household needs to have some discussions about boundaries. Sans fell asleep right after and Red is outside playing post-coital chess by himself. Sure, why not?

I feel like Papyrus intentionally has a weekend work schedule when everyone else is home all day just to get some space.

Disasters Gonna Disaster It is once again 3 am. Edge is trying to repair the sink that Sans somehow broke by washing his hands. Red and Sans are boyfriends now but trying to get them to sleep in the same bed is like pulling teeth. Red keeps falling asleep on the couch. I gave the raccoon catnip and now it's chasing its tail in the litter box. Red's raccoon has shit like 5 times an hour. Edge is slowly going crazy trying to keep the litter boxes clean. He then managed to fill out daily reports so hard that the computer is sparking.

For some reason, Papyrus really loves making coffee and then taking it into the bath with him. I assume it's because that's a very efficient way of getting ready. Dateasters Sans and Red are on a date. It is a disaster. Sans keeps wandering off and when I got them both in a quiet corner, he managed to make his way back to the goddamn bar. RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF RED ASKING TO MAKE OUT. Sans refuses to leave the bar, so now Red is at a table with two strangers. OH FFS SANS IS TALKING TO A STRANGER AT THE BAR ABOUT HIS COMMITMENT ISSUES. Red has gone off down to the wharf to talk to a feral cat. Petting a wild cat is probably easier than trying to corner a cagey Sans right now. TFW getting them to travel back home is the most convoluted mess of menus and clicks. A MESS LIKE THEIR DATE. I later learned that there are much easier ways to manage that.

THE GAME GAVE ME A CONSOLATION PRIZE FOR THE DATE. This tracks.

Sans immediately went for a depression nap. Red is sitting in Edge's room drinking coffee while Edge upgrades the bathroom sink. Red's raccoon has FINALLY stopped his chain shitting after leaving the lot and coming back.

Papyrii Doesn't Get Paid Enough For This Shit Papyrus got home from his catering shift, took one look around the house, said fuck that, and went to bed immediately. Someone in this house has a sense of self-preservation, look at that. Edge and Annoying Dog have been on a walk for the past three hours. Papyrii know how to clear out of a blast zone. Oh god, Sans woke up and has decided to grill himself a hamburger. DON'T YOU KNOW YOUR BROTHER COOKS FOR THE HOUSEHOLD WHEN HE GETS HOME AFTER A LONG SHIFT SO YOU DON'T GO SETTING SHIT ON FIRE!?!?!??! To no one's surprise, the grill catches on fire. Again. OMFG RED GOES TO THE GRILL RIGHT AFTER I REPLACE IT FROM SANS SETTING IT ON FIRE. I am shocked, somehow it didn't re-catch on fire. Which is good because I was not gonna replace that shit a third time. (Reader, this was a lie). Sans just standing in Edge's room talking to Doomfanger and ignoring the chaos.

Once again, Papyrus has woken up out of a dead sleep to make coffee and sit in the tub. He does not need a bath. I think he might be a tad stressed. I can't imagine why. Time for Underlust Because I am truly deficient when it comes to making reasonable buildings in any games (my Valheim creations were truly...something), MalaikaDream created Lust, Pink, and a truly lovely house.

It took two minutes after Mala left for shit to explode.

RIGHT AFTER YOU LEFT, PINK INVITED HIMSELF OVER. BUT THEN DOOMFANGER RAN AWAY (Doomfanger runaway counter: 2). SO THEN EDGE WAS SAD AND STARTED MOPING ROOM TO ROOM AND MAKING PINK PISSED OFF BECAUSE HE WOULDN'T STAY STILL AND TALK. THEN PAPYRUS CAME HOME FROM WORK. WITH LIKE A ZERO EXHAUSTION AND HYGIENE METER AND JUST PLOPS DOWN NEXT TO PINK WHILE EDGE IS TRYING TO APOLOGIZE

PINK IS LIKE DEAR GOD IT'S SO STINKY. THEN EDGE GOES AND DEPRESSION NAPS AND SO DOES SANS. ANYWAY, BOTH LUST AND PINK ARE TRYING TO GET WITH EDGE BUT THEY KEEP INVITING THEMSELVES OVER AT THE WORST TIMES. I'M SORRY FRIENDS BUT STAYING UNTIL 3 AM ON A WORK NIGHT JUST MAKES EVERYONE CRANKY. Oh Disaster Goblin Couple

ALSO RED AND SANS ARE HAVING PROBLEMS, AGAIN.

Then Doomfanger got pissed off about a vet visit that bugged out so it lasted 14 hours and took off again (Doomfanger runaway counter: 3).

Everyone is sad, again and it's the weekend, so Papyrus is at work all night. To stop them from starving in depression, I order Zoomer delivery. SO THE DELIVERY LADY BRINGS IN THE FOOD BAG, AND I MOUSE OVER, AND SHE IS SAD AND IS IN THEIR HOUSE NOW. SANS AND RED ARE TRYING TO AWKWARDLY COMFORT THE DELIVERY DRIVER WHILE BEING VERY SAD ABOUT DOOMFANGER. Right now the delivery driver in our bathroom trying to pep-talk herself in the mirror, and Sans trying to cheer her up. SHE FINALLY LEFT AT LIKE 11 PM. LOOK WHAT WERE THEY SUPPOSED TO DO WITH THAT? NEITHER SANS NOR RED IS GONNA INSULT SOMEONE WILLING TO DELIVER FOOD TO THEM. DELIVERY DRIVERS ARE LIKE GODS ENABLING THEIR LAZINESS.

Doomfanger, What Do You Want From Me? For the like fourth time, Doomfanger has run away because she insists the 234234324 litter boxes available to her are dirty when they are, in fact, clean. (Doomfanger runaway counter: 4). The fridge broke after Edge went to work, and I didn't want anyone electrocuting themselves, so Papyrus called a repair person. He was depressed all over the repair person and had to excuse himself to his bedroom to cry twice during their conversation. Doomfanger you are tearing this family apart. Red is taking a depression nap in the new hot tub.

I had a suggestion that the delivery lady and repair guy are reader self-inserts and now that's my head canon.

Going to Grillby's

I downloaded a Grillby's lot to put in their neighborhood (I need to look up the specific one I added to give credit, will do that when I have the chance.)

The first visit didn't go so well.

Sans was miserable that night going in, and then Red decided to flirt with someone else in front of Sans. Trying to keep my favorite couple happy is trying.

Edge, surprisingly, had a great time, mostly because I made it a cat-friendly place so there were owned and stray cats all over the place and he was introducing himself to every. single. one. Crazy cat lady Edge is my favorite headcanon ever. Plus the only reason that Edge would willingly step foot into Grillby's is if he's there to feed the community cats. Welcome the Rarepair

Edge and Pink had a lovely date and thankfully the house wasn't on fire when he got back that night. I had him invite Pink to stay the night but tbh I don't actually know how that mechanic works specifically so we'll see how that ends up playing out. I've also been making Red be a complete asshole to the random people who like to show up to try and visit, which makes the wild Y/N headcanon even more hilarious.

And the repair dude who stayed all day because Papyrus introduced himself. Which I mean, it's Papyrus, so fair.

Dance Fuckers Dance

Mala also handled the Dancetale house build because, once again, I am as much of a disaster goblin as Sans and Red and can't be trusted with these things.

THE WELCOME WAGON OF GOBLINS HAS JUST ROLLED UP. Sans, Red, Lust, Pink, Papyrus have shown up to introduce themselves Papyrus needs to pee desperately but is too polite to leave the conversation without saying hi.

WAIT IT'S A FUCKING TUESDAY. AT 2 PM. YOU FUCKERS HAVE WORK. WHY ARE YOU THERE???? ONLY PAPYRUS SHOULD BE THERE PROBABLY, MAYBE SANS. YOU FUCKS BETTER HAVE TAKEN VACATION DAYS. WHY IS SANS COOKING AT THEIR HOUSE? HE IS GOING TO BURN THE HOUSE DOWN. HE DOESN'T EVEN LIKE COOKING. SANS LEFT IT ON THE STOVE AND WENT TO MAKE COFFEE. HE IS WALKING AWAY NOW. SANS. SANS WHAT THE FUCK. HE WAS MAKING MAC AND CHEESE JUST WHAT THE FUCK Suave is going to go finish it because he is a fine upstanding citizen. Dance is mainlining tea,

PINK JUST TOOK THE MAC AND CHEESE AND IS EATING IT. WHY??? WHAT KIND OF WELCOME WAGON IS THIS? SAUVE IS NOW GOSSIPING ABOUT NEIGHBORS EXCEPT ALL THE NEIGHBORS ARE IN THE HOUSE RIGHT NOW. THIS TRACKS. SANS IS RANDOMLY WALKING OFF WITH SOME MAC AND CHEESE TO GO TO THE PICNIC BENCHES IN THE PARK AND THEN HE LEFT IT THERE.

WAIT. IT'S EGGS AND TOAST. WHERE THE FUCK DID HE GET EGGS AND TOAST FROM?

HE STARTED MAKING EGGS AND TOAST AND THEN WALKED TO THE PARK TO LEAVE THE HALF-PREPARED EGGS AND TOAST. SANS WHAT THE FUCK 2.0? Pink left one bite of mac and cheese on the plate, Dance went and finished it. Suave is now finishing the eggs and toast that Sans started. Sans hates cooking, why did he start two meals. It has somehow managed to be excellent quality, b/c Suave.

Starting Up Burlesque - Dial-up Noises DANCE AND LUST HAVE FINALLY MET. Pink just sitting back and watching the spectator sport of awkward flirting. He literally had the popcorn thought bubble at one point.

Mala was playing this round and frikkin speedrunning to their OTP. Lust had cooked a hamburger cake at some point. When? Who knows. From first kiss to boyfriends to woohoo - two days. They fucked in the observatory because Lust's fancy ass house (that towers over my disaster shack) has one of those.

OH MY GOD, IT MAKES THE TELESCOPE MOVE. JESUS CHRIST THEY ARE ROCKING THE TELESCOPE. SANS IS GOING TO BE VERY ANNOYED AT THIS. OH MY GOD, WHEN THEY FINISH THE FUCKING TELESCOPE SPINS AROUND.

WHAT EVEN IS THIS GAME? JESUS CHRIST MALAJUST HAD LUST PROPOSE. LUST AND DANCE ARE NOW ENGAGED. THEY HAVEN'T EVEN BEEN ON A DATE. I didn't know I was playing a realistic queer dating simulator. Time to name this Underhaulin'. THEY ARE FUCKING IN THE OBSERVATORY AGAIN. Of course.

The Disasters Never End

SANS VISITED PINK AND LUST AND HAS DECIDED TO JUST GO TO SLEEP IN LUST'S BED.

LUST HAS SET HIMSELF ON FIRE WHILE COOKING. PINK LAUGHED AT HIM. PINK HE ONLY HAS ONE HP HOW DARE. FUCKING SIMS 4 TRYING TO INTRODUCE SOME FUCKING ANGST INTO OUR IDIOTS TO IDIOT LOVERS FIC.

Doomfanger is best cat when the little shit isn't driving everyone to depression when she runs away.

Papyrus works too hard and then passes out on the way to his bed sometimes. Once again, what is this game, even?

ANYWAY GRILLBY'S TRIP TONIGHT!

TRYING TO KEEP ANY OF THESE DISASTERS IN ONE PLACE IS VERY HARD. NO ONE BUT THE ORIGINAL GOBLINS STAYED AT GRILLBY'S FOR MORE THAN LIKE AN HOUR. PINK, LUST, DANCE, AND SUAVE ARE ALL SLEEPING NOW.

Edge is upgrading the toilets so they're self-cleaning.

Red, Sans, and Edge finally got home at like 5 am. THANKFULLY THIS TIME RED WASN'T HITTING ON OTHER PEOPLE IN FRONT OF SANS. Okay nix that 5 AM thing. It's 7 am and they still haven't made the walk down the street. I TOLD THEM TO GO HOME AND THEY ARE JUST STANDING OUT FROM OF GRILLBYS.

The one other acceptable reader insert other than the delivery lady who is worshipped as a god is the crazy cat lady Katarina.

Oh No, Oh No, Oh No No NO NO NOOO!!! OH MY GOD SO DANCE IS IN EDGE'S ROOM PLAYING HIS VIOLIN, SO WHEN I HAD EDGE ASK PINK TO WOOHOO FOR THE FIRST TIME, THEY WENT INTO PAPYRUS' BED. PAPYRUS JUST GOT HOME FROM WORK.

Edge and Pink are so adorable together but also Edge is still sitting there like oh our friendship and romance meters are basically maxed, but I'm too nervous to ask him to be my boyfriend I dunno if he likes me. BUT SERIOUSLY I CAN'T BELIEVE THEY FUCKED IN PAPYRUS' BED. Thankfully he was taking a bubble bath at the time of the fuckening.

RED AND SANS PLAYING THE "WHAT ARE YOUR INTENTIONS WITH MY BROTHER" GAME.

Papyrus in the back cleaning up and just happy everyone seems like they're getting along. Edge is gonna go guilty upgrade Papyrus' bed as penance.

PINK I JUST BOUGHT THAT TEA MAKER. HOW IS IT BROKEN?

The Game is Very Set On Us Having an Angst Arc Pink came over to hang out and I had Red tending the bar at the house to up his mixology skill. Sans came over and decided to flirt with Pink IN FRONT OF RED AND EDGE SO NOW MY FELL BOYS ARE VERY FUCKING SAD.

SANS THIS IS NOT HOW YOU GET BACK AT RED. Oh no Red gets a breakup prompt and holy shit their romance meter dropped to half. It was full. Okay, their romance meter is back at square one so IT'S TIME FOR THE ANGST ARC APPARENTLY. Cuz Red went and gave Sans the cold shoulder then insulted his woohoo techniques Poor Papyrus was at work during all of this and is, once again, going to come home to a disaster. Red is back to sleeping in his own room for now.

I'm Going to Leave a Bad Yelp Review

WHAT THE SHIT. I hired a maid service to give Papyrus a break. SHE GOT A COFFEE AND IS TAKING A BATH.

Edge is currently chatting with Pink LIKE AN ADULT about how he felt about the flirting. Sans is ignoring his problems by playing with the raccoon.

I am sending Edge next door and it pops the prompt to invite Sims along and like 75% of Edge's friends list are cats and dogs. Sans tried to have a suggestive conversation. Red had just got home from work and has immediately gone to throw his drink in Sans' face.

And well. No Sans. You really fucked up. OR MAYBE NOT. Red got happy when he got close to Sans so he didn't do the thing. Maybe this can go well. Unexpected.

I think Sans apologized. Then apparently went to take a nap. So Red is gonna wander down to Grillby's and antagonize more reader inserts to celebrate. He has invited everyone on his list that he hates, and then turns on the most annoying music on the jukebox - kids music.

Red invites Sans to Grillby's after his nap, and the first thing Sans does is start dancing to the kids music. Oh my god. Anyway, there are 5 more people on Red's hate list so this has been a very productive evening. Red has fallen asleep in his favorite booth.

Doomfanger Pls

Papyrus and Sans had a brotherly day out visiting a haunted museum. They made friends with a ghost dog.

RESET YOUR DOOMFANGER RUN AWAY COUNTERS (...6 I think?) Edge had to take the day off to take Annoying Dog to the vet, and now both Papyrus and Edge are pre-cleaning before the maid service arrives. This is a very Papyrii thing to do. ]I DON'T KNOW WHY BUT THE MAID IS HEATED. He has stopped cleaning and is now just sitting on the couch. Edge is coping with his Doomfanger sadness by going over to his crazy cat lady friend's house and feeding all the strays treats. ALSO, WHAT ARE THEY DOING TO THE TEA MAKER THAT IT EXPLODES EVERY 5 SECONDS The raccoon attacked the pizza delivery driver. The driver liked it.

Commitment-phobe Chaos

SANS WHO THE FUCK DID YOU THINK YOU WERE CALLING?

I guess they're not over their fight yet.

PAPYRUS CAN MAKE SACK LUNCHES NOW OMG. Truly the pinnacle of gaming.

#undertale #undertale fanfiction #underfell #dancetale #underswap #thesims4 #undertale au #underlust

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umnvatra · 3 years

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take me with you [zhongli]

fem! reader, fluff.

word count: 2.2k words

warning: contains spoilers of 1.1 story quest, "A New Star Approaches".

notes: wanted to post something before Zhongli's banner officially gets released in game! To my fellow travelers who are pulling for him, goodluck. Ad astra abyssosque. May the archons be with you. I haven't written in a long, long time so i apologize if the fic seems rushed or smth shdjdjsjdj

The winds on the harbor are as gentle as ever, brushing his hair lightly as he stood waiting. For some reason as always, he couldn't stop his heart from beating fast in his chest, anticipation eating away at him. It gave him the urge to pace back and forth, but he held himself back. It's been awhile since he's felt an emotion this strong before.

The feeling of awaiting someone's return.

Unconsciously, he held a hand up to his chest, where he could feel his own heart beating wildly. Calm, he thought to himself. Well, he supposes that it couldn't be helped. He missed you so, so much after all.

He knew he could not come with you on your adventures. As much as it pained him to part with you, he had a job at the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor and you had a quest to fulfill. However, on your time away from him, he could not stop feeling anxious, worried, and most of all, melancholic. Your presence was something that he got used to, to the point where going on everyday without you made him feel as if something was amiss with his day.

When the silhouette of The Crux appeared on the distance, he felt his heart beat faster and he finds that he couldn't stop himself from smiling. Finally...

Without thinking, he immediately steps down into the docks of the harbor, awaiting for the ship to set anchor in Liyue.

The sight of you and Paimon's floating figure appears on top of the ship, with Beidou following shortly after. He could see you waving at him enthusiastically from afar, making his smile widen more than it's supposed to. It's silly, of course. How Zhongli himself acted so differently around you.

When the ship drew nearer, it seemed that you couldn't contain your excitement anymore as you immediately climbed the sides of the ship and jumped, your glider spreading its wings as if they were your own. Zhongli couldn't help but chuckle at the surprised exclaim that came out of Beidou and Paimon at your actions, but it didn't seem like you cared. After all, you had your eyes on him. The pixie immediately followed after you dejectedly as the captain couldn't help but break into an exasperated smile.

He came closer to the edge of the dock, spreading his arms out. He already knew your habits. And if so, he knew that at this moment, you wanted him to...

"Catch me!" You shouted, before retracting your glider. As you fell towards him, Zhongli had already readied himself for impact only to catch you on his arms in time. He struggles to regain balance for a little only to have laughter erupt from you both, your arms automatically wrapping around his neck.

After a month, you have finally returned from Inazuma.

"You lovebirds sure missed each other that much, huh?" Beidou teased, stepping out as The Crux anchored. She looked highly amused at you and Zhongli as she made her way towards you both. Zhongli gave her an appreciative smile in return.

"Beidou. Allow me to express my gratitude for escorting [Name] back safely to Liyue," he says, to which the woman playfully rolls her eyes.

"Oh, don't sweat it. Besides, it was fun to bring [Name] aboard the Crux," she says, casting a grin towards you. "She is... a strong spirit. I gotta say, i'm impressed, Zhongli. The electro archon had lifted the Vision Hunt Decree because of [Name] over here."

At that, Zhongli's eyes strayed back towards your face, who now gave him a shy smile. A feeling of pride bloomed in his chest, and he couldn't help but smile warmly down at you. "Indeed, she is."

"Well! I'll be going to get dinner for myself then. I heard that Xiangling will be cooking in Wanmin today. See you two lovebirds," Beidou said. Paimon lets out a sound of dissatisfaction as she places a hand on her stomach.

"Uuuuugh. Paimon is hungry too. I could really really use some food right now," she says, looking towards you for approval. Zhongli sets you down on the ground as you dusted yourself off.

"Right. I'm hungry too," you say before casting a glance at Zhongli. For some reason, you felt shy around him right now. He looked handsome and elegant as ever, and you looked a little disheveled from your trip from Inazuma. Anywho, his beauty is still enough to make you flustered. "Zhongli? Do you want to come with us?"

"Let it be my treat," he says, making you and Paimon look at each other hesitantly. Before any of you can question him, he brings out a wallet that, surprisingly, had mora in them. "I bought mora with me this time."

"Just so you know, i don't have all day," Beidou calls out, catching all three of your attention. You and Paimon look at each other excitedly before nodding.

You intertwine your fingers with Zhongli's, giving it a squeeze. He looks at you then, and couldn't help but notice the new bandages and scratches that were on your body. You smelled like sea salt and the earthy tones of wood, but he did not mind. In his eyes, you still looked as beautiful as ever. Especially when you smile at him so lovingly like that.

"Let's go," you said softly, tugging his arm.

In order to celebrate, Xiangling overdid herself by whipping up a deliciously cooked Adeptus Temptation for you and Zhongli, and Tianshu Meat for Beidou. Paimon gets the to share with you and Zhongli much to her dismay, as she absolutely does not like how both of you dote on each other and feed each other occasionally. The four of you dine together, laughing and conversing with each other with Xiangling constantly popping up to join in on the conversations too. It was quite a strange sight to behold, having the captain of The Crux dine with the consultant of the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor and the Traveler who aided in saving Liyue from Osial.

None of you cared though. Especially Zhongli, who was basking in the present, feeding you food and gazing at your face from time to time. Even with you here, his heart trembles with such longing.

When you're finished eating, Beidou ruffles your hair and laughs at the sight of your pout. "Unfortunately, i have to go and tend to some business now." She sighs. "Sport, take good care of yourself. And you too, parlor man. I'll see you two when i see ya," she says, clapping a hand on your shoulder. Both of you bid her goodbye and watch as she disappears amidst the throng of people in the harbor.

Zhongli takes your hand in his and smiles. "Should we go then, my dear? You look like you need some rest."

You flush at the nickname and nod, squeezing his hand again. Paimon sighs quietly behind you, a hand on her head. Oh bother, here you both go again.

And just like that, you all make it back to the guesthouse where Zhongli stayed in. As soon as the door closes behind him, he eyes each of the scars and fresh bandages on your form.

"...And that's Paimon's cue to leave," she says, looking unamused as she fades into trails of constellations. You let out a light laugh at her comment, making the tall gentleman near you relax visibly at the sound. Perhaps you should apologize to Paimon someday for making her the unintentional third wheel on your relationship.

"How was it?" Zhongli asks, clearly referring to Inazuma.

You squeezed his hand, excitement evident in your eyes as a large smile appeared on your face.

"You wouldn't believe it. Inazuma.. it was... crazy," you said.

He leads you towards the couch as you tell him animatedly about your adventures in Inazuma. Raiden, how her rule affected the people in Inazuma, the technology they had, and about a certain vagrant who turned out to be a Fatui harbinger. He carefully combs and unknots your messy hair with his own fingers, listening attentively to your stories. In his mind's eye, he could picture out your journey in trying, and surviving Inazuma. All the piece of history, the emotions of the shogun herself, and the power of the seemingly innocent Harbinger stood so clearly in his head. By the time you were recounting your battle with the fatui, your voice was already slightly hoarse from the amount of talking you've done.

Your adventures always sounded enjoyable and full of wonder to him. With your goal, you are slowly uncovering each and every mystery there was to find in Teyvat. Although you expressed some sadness about the gnosis of the electro archon, Zhongli kisses the crown of your head tenderly, his actions so genuine that it made you relax immediately.

"You've already done the best you could. I am sure the thought counts to Raiden," he says, drawing soothing circles on your palm. You turned towards him with a smile before suddenly enveloping him into a tight hug. He gets taken aback at first, but he slowly relaxes and hugs you back just as tight. He inhales your scent and holds you close, the emotions that he'd been holding off for so many weeks finally spilling over.

"I... missed you," he says into your hair, voice uncharacteristically vulnerable. You chuckle, the vibrations running through his chest and his stomach.

"I missed you too. You have no idea how much i.. couldn't stop thinking about you when i was in Inazuma," you said, your voice becoming low. "When i was trapped in there, i was afraid for a moment. I thought... i couldn't see you anymore. But then i repelled those thoughts away. I told myself that if i fought hard enough, i could see you again for sure."

He squeezes you. That was certainly a terrifying possibility. One that he only realized on his days apart from you. He almost berated himself from letting you go too easily. After all, he knew how dangerous Inazuma was.

But there was no need to worry anymore, as you returned to him safely. Alive. And healthy.

"I wouldn't want to imagine what would happen if you could not come out..." he confesses. At his words, you run your fingers through his hair in hopes of comforting him.

He wouldn't say that he'd let you go so easily again though.

"I would never let that happen. When i faced off with the harbinger, all i had to think about was my brother... and you," You said, making him break out into a smile again. Empowering. Your words always empowered him. No matter how simple.

"Where is your next destination?" He found himself asking, even though he already had an idea.

You break away from the hug, staring at his intense amber ones.

"I have to go to Sumeru next before the fatui can stir up problems again," you respond, your eyes set in determination. Zhongli nods his head in understanding. Of course the shogun directed you next to the Archon of Wisdom next. It was only natural.

"Then... could you take me with you?" He asks, voice almost sheepish. He looked expectant and openly searched your own reaction, but before you can even respond, he opens his mouth again and the words stumble out. "I find that without you here, i get rather... lonely. I feel that something is amiss— " he pauses, exhaling. Goodness, he wasn't good with expressing his emotions.

"...And i decided that i wanted to take on your journey with you. To fight alongside you, no matter what happens. I want to explore what Teyvat has to offer with you, even if it's dangerous, i- oof —"

He gets interrupted by you enveloping him into an incredibly tight hug that made him feel as if his bones were going to get crushed. Zhongli fidgets uncomfortably, not used to you hugging him this tight when you speak again.

"I thought you'd never ask," you murmur, smiling into his skin. For a long, long time, you'd been worried that you'd have to leave him always just to reach the rest of the regions. Of course you knew that being in a relationship while having a quest such as yours was going to be one full of hardship.

But everything is okay, especially when Zhongli carefully breaks the embrace and cups your face with his hands slowly.

He already made arrangements and talked with Hu Tao. She was willing enough to let him go of his position on the parlor. Leaving Liyue would possibly make him homesick, as he knows no other region like the back of his hand other than it, but he knew that he wanted to go with you no matter what, or where. And he was prepared to take on this journey with you.

It would be of no easy task. He knew an adventure could mean so many things. Joy, rage, curiosity, conflict...

And yet he wanted nothing more than to go with you. And possibly even come with you to your own world.

He leans in, capturing your lips in a slow, sensual kiss that would mark his gratitude.

From the entirety of Teyvat, up until the stars.

#genshin impact #genshin impact zhongli #zhongli #genshin impact fanfiction #i'm so so sorry for not making the reader gender neutral djdjdjdusjjskd my biggest fear is slipping up on the pronouns 😭😭#and for clarification some of the inazuma parts are made up by me #this is for my fellow zhongli simps out there #this will be my catalyst as well #goodluck to us 🤡

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ninjasmart · 4 years

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Ninja, how do I know if I'm meant to be with someone? I like someone from afar. He ofcourse doesn't know my existence. On one hand I don't have any expectations and I tell myself it's just a stupid crush. But sometimes I feel a such a strong pull, almost like our destinies are about to get intertwined soon. I don't know what's happening, I keep on getting minor hints that keep on reminding me of him. How do I know if this is just a stupid crush or can I expect something more from the Universe?

I hit the post before I could answer so here it is.

First, thank you for asking about this. It’s a cardinal rule in this Universe to not interfere unless you’re asked for help.

Second, even if you have mad compatibility aspects with someone it still does not mean that you are meant to be with that someone. Esoterically speaking and even astrologically, for connection can be counted the first time you lay eyes on each other. Preferably in person, but zoom is also an option these days.

From that moment on whatever aspects you two have could potentially play out. If you don’t meet for real it’s really not it. A further relationship cornerstone is when you exchange sexual energy. It is not my place to give advice to others about how often with how many and how quickly to have a sex with a guy. Everyone has a life and personal responsibility for it.

What I would mention is two things. Every man you sleep with, you exchange life energy and karma with him. The woman gives the man receives. If the guy has a bad karma you take it onto yourself. This is what we women do - we transform the bad karma of the man and give him life force, creative energy so that he can conquer the world.

I personally go to great lengths - I mean, past life regressions, akashic records, astrology, tarot before I sleep with a guy. Two things I want to figure out about him - does he have the type of karma I don’t want to deal with (I once had the mistake of sleeping with a guy who turned out to be into financial fraud and 365 days after I cut it with him I finally stopped having people from all over the place stealing money from me) and the second thing is - what’s in it for me. If a guy can significantly uplevel his life just buy having me in his life, why should I give him my energy. It’s not a given. What does he have to offer in return? Will he be kind, dependable, protective, will he be a user. I wanna know what’s in the water before I jump with both feet ;)

The second thing about sleeping with a guy is that he connects with you and for 7 years he draws from your life force. That’s why it’s a good thing for a weak man to sleep with a lot of women and not a good thing for a woman to sleep with a lot of guys. She’ll be depleted of feminine energy and there’s even some women who turn into strong male energy where they find weak men and suck their life force.

The next key date for a relationship is betrothal - could be with a ring but even a promise to be together or to “never forget you and always be in your heart” is a betrothal that should not be taken lightly. This is the time when each of the partners brings their ancestral karma in the mix. The final stage of a young relationship is marriage. This is the time when the two people form their own energetic nucleus which has some mix of past relationships, family karma, personal karma and past lives of both partners but also has its own energy. Then there’s changes with each child that comes to the mix but that’s another story.

With all that - if you have not seen someone in person it is more important to find out what that hope / dream / obsession / fantasy is giving you than to drill more into when what and how to meet the guy or girl. So here’s my advice for you:

1. Leave it to God. Some things are not in your hands. Allow the Higher Power to be on your side and to bring you the best life conditions for the expansion of your soul and the best life lessons you might have.

2. If you really want to do something about it and you are a woman - do not act like a man about it. There’s so many women today that have forgotten how to be a woman. A woman does not go out into the world to meet her destiny. A woman harnesses her feminine energy at home. She dances, she cooks, she cleans, she makes handmade stuff. That’s how a woman becomes energetically powerful and attracts what she wants in life.

3. You can do a Parvati offering, if you’re a woman. For 16 Mondays wear all white, cook all white food (rice, milk, cheese) and ask for Goddess Parvati to help you meet your soulmate. Just remember to not name names. You might thing someone is your soulmate but you might be b*shi**ing yourself. So ask for the man you’re connected with the red string of fate to come find you, to come closer to you.

And believe that it can happen. A man can literally travel 17 hours just to meet you for afternoon tea. Because he wants to and because he can.

4. What’s the payoff of holding on to this dream? Be very specific about it. I’ll give a few examples:

- You’re lonely and dreaming and fantasizing about a man is filling up the loneliness void in your life, plus it’s cheaper than drinking till you blackout.

- It’s an addiction that looks harmless at first glance but it really isn’t. It seems that you’re not hurting anybody, just lusting about a person you have never met. It’s innocent, no harm done. Right? Wrong. You’re sending him your life force, you’re gifting it to him with zero return to you, you’re also closing yourself vibrationally to an available guy who can actually find you, you give off the “I’m taken” vibe and that’s a strong repellent to men who are ready for relationship and commitment

- It’s a way to avoid reality because reality is sh***ty and in your dream reality you can be as glam and victorious as can be.

Well I have some news for you. Life is a mess. Most likely your life will be a disappointment, will not happen how you wanted it to happen, things will go sideways and you won’t be able to do anything about it, you’ll ask yourself more than once in your life - what’s the point, what do I do now, this is a dead end, why are others happy, in love, with money, with career, with kids, without a care in the world and I am not like them, I’m back at square one, I can’t do this any more. And let me tell you - it doesn’t matter where you’re born, what color your skin is, how well you were raised, how much you have or don’t have - you will go through this. Everyone does.

And finally, what I really wanted to tell you. It is a choice to obsess about someone. It’s a choice to not live in the reality of your life. Many people do it. Many people escape reality with food, mindless sex, spending on stuff, holidaying all year long, watching netflix or porn or news all day long. But that’s all that is - an escapism, a choice to not face reality but live in a fantasy world (I do it too. I’m not above it all. I watch c-drama to practice my mandarin but really, to have that fairy tale ending where the good girl gets the guy). Same with drinking and using drugs or smoking or junk food/dolce foods. Just that with the vices that can kill you faster it’s more obvious that it’s not good for you. With escapism not so much. It’s the same as consumerism. You think you need stuff but then covid comes and you realize that people who care for you are more precious than the next thing you can buy.

I’ll leave you with two things you can think of.

1. Ask yourself: Why do you really want this person? What’s the benefit for you?

2. If you knew that holding onto “I want That” is going to push That away from you (you may think that you focus on “I want that” but you actually focus on “I don’t have that” and you push it away) and if you knew that with this dream you’re keeping the space for the most amazing man or woman to come into your life and thus are missing out on opportunities to actually meet your happiness (even if you have a soul contract with someone if you do not meet during the time to meet a soulmate and a husband / wife, it’s not going to work, speaking from experience), would you still subject yourself to a future of single woman / man with cats and dogs? Or would you take full responsibility for the missed life while high on escapism and look at your reality exactly as it is and maybe go from wherever you are in life.

#twinflame soulmate soulcontracts

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Hokay, how I dealt with - and am still dealing with - the end of a very long term partnership. There's still stuff to sort out but this isn't what the post is about; what I'm sharing is how I remained composed and cared for myself in order not to spiral downwards into depression so that life didn't come apart.

It's also why I chose to use a body photo - our mental and emotional wellbeing falls under holistic health. Without further ado, here's what I did, from the early days and my progress till now, a few days shy of 2 months from calling it quits.

1. Shutting him out.

This may seem cold and uncaring; however it's anything but. Older followers will recall how much effort I put into cooking veggies the way he liked them so he would actually eat them. After splitting up, I am my priority and that's how it has to be, at least in my case.

He's blocked across all communication platforms, including social media. I don't want to hear about him, see him, talk to him, nor know anything at all about his life whilst I adjust to caring for my emotional wellbeing.

2. Giving myself the patience, encouragement and support that I would give a family member or best friend.

Although I wanted to get over things yesterday, realistically, it takes time and a lot of effort to get there. So I told myself never mind when it felt yucky, especially during the first week. I comforted myself the way I would've done for someone dear to me.

3. Grieve.

I allowed myself to feel everything. I cried from time to time for 3 days, ate mashed potatoes, potato chips and ramen (no sweet tooth, so Ben & Jerry's wasn't my friend) and became one with the couch.

After that, I resumed exercise, started filling the kitchen and fridge with foods I like, as well as made the arrangements for a part-time domestic helper to come by weekly and help with the chores I can't do due to my old injury.

4. Mindset shift.

This, I think, is the second most important thing I did. It allowed me to feel in charge of my life. So, I repeated these affirmations to replace irrational thoughts.

Instead of 'he's left again' and waiting for weeks, I substituted that with 'I'm not going back to him', 'It's over', 'I don't want to be with him'.

Rather than reach out and tell him what a bastard he is, I told myself that my silence will tell him all that he needs to know - that it's over, I won't let him back into my life so that he can hurt me again and I want nothing to do with him.

5. Reclaim my power.

This is the single most important thing that I did and all the acts of independence soon followed with greater ease and it ties with point number 4.

He doesn't have all the control to waltz in and out of my life according to his temper tantrums. I can protect myself as well and I jolly well will do so, so that my life won't fall apart. Even though I'm at a stage where I'm adapting to my new life, I still repeat this affirmation several times a day - 'I take all my power back'.

By taking these steps, life returned to almost normal, week by week. I spend time with loved ones and friends, especially women. I shop because... heck, I need to reward myself too, you know 😉 I listen to music and dance because I feel good. I watch happy videos of cute babies, puppies and little bunnies.

And... erm, well, this is embarrassing to admit because at 42yo, we just don't talk very much about these things. So erm, yeah, I got to know other dudes. For now, I'm not ready to date and it isn't fair for the other party to be a rebound guy. However, I'm open to friendships and casual chats. If there's a spark or something happens, then it happens (and yay for that!).

So here's how I got back to being and feeling almost normal. If I can at 42yo, so can you in your teens, 20s or 30s. You have a wider pool of potential partners too. As for me, knowing that there're options out there even at my age helped with my self confidence.

I am fine and you will be as well. Trust and believe in yourself because we are our biggest allies and supporters. Hope this helps! Till my next post (with my face so you can see I've not become a dishevelled mess), stay sweet! 🙂

#goldenconfidence #itsmyconfidence #positivity #positivevibes #positivemind #positivethoughts #positivelife #positiveliving

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I'm Afraid Nigeria May Collapse very soon, Another Drum of War All Over Nigeria...get ready for it - Alhaji Bashir Tofa Cries Out

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I'm Afraid Nigeria May Collapse very soon, Another Drum of War All Over Nigeria...get ready for it - Alhaji Bashir Tofa Cries Out

The last time Nigeria heard him was 1993 when he sought to be president. Now, he is being heard again with a dire warning of what he sees o the horizon, what another compatriot, Gen T Y Danjuma has called the ‘war without fronts’. It is thus not whether he is making sense or not but a case of a senior citizen putting his thoughts together on an issue which he is absolutely qualified to speak on as a citizen. Read on:

Alhaji Bashir Tofa