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abrthephantomq · 4 months

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'Encoder' Zim AU Idea Thingy

ie, Cas is Trying to World Build this Invader Zim AU he wants Alicia and Steven to Write and the whole process has got him like this:

Putting the idea behind a cut but also tagging @paynomindtotheinsanity because this was heavily inspired by a conversation we had a few days about competent!Zim but also because her characterization of Zim is *chef's kiss* in Your Eyes Are Red.

So the real concept is that instead of “Invading” planets, Irkens are sent to various alien planets throughout the universe in order to study them. And then they “assimilate” them into the Irken Empire’s vast galactic Empire.

The Irken Race are being guided by the “Control Brains” still – the Control Brains can do all the things that they can totally do in like – The Trial episode. But also note that Red (Savin) and Purple (Jazz) (like 00 version J&S where they are very, very sexually compatible but not necessarily compatible-compatible, especially as leaders, not that it matters because –) are basically puppet dictators – they know their role is just to be the public face for the Control Brains.

The thing is – the Control Brains aren’t actually Irken. They’re humans who achieved immortality. I want to say two of them but honestly? I think they’re supposed to be the 8 richest human beings from this earth. They had so much wealth and power that they basically other humans into something unrecognizable…

Well, they turned them into Irkens.

Irkens are basically the like, Worker Bees of the giant Hive Mind the Control Brains worked really hard to create, and have been creating, for the past millennia. Irkens are used to MAINTAIN the hive. They go to planets and figure out what sorts of things its societies are doing “wrong” and how fractured each world is etc and learn the history / record the issues down and then pass the information to The Tallests. The Tallests then report this information to the Control Brains, who then decide the fate of those planets.

(Read: The Control Brains then tell the Tallests that yes, these planets should be assimilated and that they need sooooo much help and guidance to learn how to have the besttttt livessssss ever and like…. the Encoders are supposed to facilitate that whole process, as well. Irkens live for many many years, they effectively don’t age because they’re genetically perfect, thanks to the cloning process, and the Paks make sure that everyone stays in LINE)

So rly – Paks keep Irkens Alive, they keep them In Line, and they essentially act as fucking thought police.

Now – here’s where it’s gonna get a bit loopy.

Irkens are Humans, right? The first race that the Control Brains assimilated into the Hive Mind? The same Hive Mind that essentially continues to feed the Control Brains desire to control EVERYTHING across the galaxy and continue to pile more and more money etc???

What happens if an Irken Encoder is sent, purposely, to Earth?

Humans shouldn’t still exist, right?

Yeah, tell that to planet Earth, circa year 2001. Humans are still there. Still “thriving.”

Professor Membrane is studying Human Genetic Manipulation. He’s made two clones of himself – a boy, and a girl. They’re both him, they’re his kids, they’re fucked up. As all families are.

Professor Membrane is also splicing Human Genetic Material with Other Species’ Genetic Material.

Except he can’t test this shit on HUMAN subjects, because that shit’s unethical.

Well…

Except he can, though.

He proved that he could clone himself, after all. Who’s to say he can’t just…. try to clone humans and manipulate their DNA that way? No one. He’s given free fucking rein because Dib and Gaz were the only “successful” human clones he’d produced, according to his research and the grants etc he was given to conduct this research, etc.

Dib and Gaz may get to live long, happy lives (as they are human beings born with Privillege – Professor Membrane’s rich as fucking hell, obvs) – but they have an untold number of “siblings” they know nothing about.

I can’t remember if it was Enter the Florpus that had Membrane working on a perpetual motion / energy machine? I think it was Enter the Florpus.

Anyway, EtF more or less proves that the Earth IZ takes place on is part of a series of different AUs. Remember, there are other dimensions, too – A Room With A Moose, for example. So this isn’t all that weird of a thing.

Thing is, these AUs exist together and overlap one another and Zim is sent to Encode Earth. Zim is a competent Irken Encoder; he has yet to fail at properly folding various planets in. He’s good at it. It essentially requires him to just conduct experiments on different races all day long and see how they work etc.

He’s so good at it, he starts to notice weird shit about the Human Race, and about the planet in general. Features of it look familiar; bits of history sound familiar, etc.

btw, he and Dib more or less have the SAME weird rival situationship happening – because Dib recognizes Zim as not a human being (“Does…. nobody see the alien sitting in class?”), and since Zim is competent at blending in and shit (and honestly? Yeah, he kinda IS in the show – at least with middle schoolers? he was REAL GOOD at getting the other kids to be on his side and not Dib’s).

So Dib grew up the same fucking pariah in his class, with Zim like – falling into the “preps” – Drumline Captain for the marching band, etc. Like, Zim is popular. The girls want to date him. The boys want to be him, etc. Prom King material, right there.

They graduate.

They go their separate ways. Dib becomes a paranormal investigator with the CIA (Swollen Eyeballs - Agent Mothman) and…

Well, he’s given a mission to assassinate a certain scientist / researcher. Someone who’s putting too many puzzle pieces together and therefore threatens to completely collapse the human race and, quite honestly, the planet – especially if he ever gets his research published. Because this scientist / researcher has been working independently for at least a decade, and every single time he releases findings, Things Happen.

The researcher / scientist / historian (lol) is Zim.

Chaos ensues.

#encoder Zim AU #yes that's what I'm calling it #I thought about 'enforcer' Zim but this feels less... something #like they're still Invaders they've just #given them a less obvious name for these 'soldiers'?#Invader Zim #Invader Zim AU #world building #idk man it's epic and I needed Cas to give me the backstory so I could properly start it #yes it's gonna be ZADR #I was given the advice to get back to my roots as a writer #Invader Zim are my roots

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padawansuggest · 2 years

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I have a fic in planning where Qui-Gon actually was bad (I rarely do those but this is perfect timing for an AU) to both Xanatos and Obi-Wan.

So. Obi-Wan endured Bandomeer and Melida/Daan, with the only change being that when he was taken to the deep sea mines, he was not taken by Xanatos. Xanatos hadn’t had a chance to get a hold of him yet.

Then on M/D, instead of Qui-Gon showing up when Obi-Wan called, he realized he lied to the council and didn’t want to bring Obi back in case he snitched. So. Obi was there over 6 months, and shit went bad.

Finally, Xanatos, in a desperate attempt to get Qui-Gon’s attention (for Revenge Purposes) finds Obi-Wan and takes him off planet. He puts a collar on him to keep him complacent, but he doesn’t count on Obi-Wan’s pure feral rage at this point, and since they’re the only ones on Xanatos’s ship, they crash… on Galidraan.

Jaster, who is alive in this AU cause I just want kiddos to have good dads and I will ignore anything to give Mandalorian’s a happy ending, is on patrol because they are in a vague sense, looking for Death Watch after hearing about them being in the area, comes into a clearing with Jango and a few others because a ship just crashed and they need to check it out, finds Xanatos with a small child on his back pulling his hair and trying to bite him, screaming ‘IF I BLOW UP IM TAKING YOUR BITCH ASS WITH ME’ and they just watch all 👁👄👁

So. That’s fun. They have a half starved feral child and an angry brat who apparently kidnapped them to get back at their… dad???? Okay. Wtf. Okay.

So. Xanatos is screaming back that if Obi-Wan had just told him Qui-Gon had abandoned him they could have ruined him like that instead but Obi-Wan’s lil teeth are clamped around his wrist now and Jaster is finally like ‘okay, let’s separate them, the joys of having a brother obviously never occurred to these two’ (‘idk Mand’alor, my brother and I act like that too.’ ‘I saw you kick your brother in the nads for calling you cute once. Most siblings play a LITTLE nicer???’ ‘Bruh? I chased my little brother with a knife one time??’ ‘Why is everyone so mean here wtf?’)

Anyways. They get them separated. But. The thing is. They realize fast that Xanatos is force sensitive and they manage to get a pair of cuffs on him… which is where things get interesting. Because as soon as Xanatos is cut off from the force, his anger stops being compounded into energy, and he just drops like a sack of rocks.

So. Now they have a crying young adult who’s sobbing that he’s so angry why is he crying he just wants to get back at his master for what he did to him (imagine him having at least as rough of a padawanship as Obi did) and Obi-Wan who’s also crying and got dragged onto a log so a metal worker could work on getting his collar off.

Jaster leaves Jango with Obi-Wan (who’s tiny and clingy and looks starved to death and this obviously isn’t the first bomb collar he’s had on his neck and he’s all shaky and Jango is giving him tiny snacks to try and keep him from panicking) and decides to deal with the big on himself.

Xanatos obviously isn’t doing good, but now that he’s cut off from the force, he can’t feel his range compounded back at him, amplifying it till he can’t do anything but use it for evil, he’s just crying and limp and Jaster has to coax him into sitting up and eating a ration bar and cautiously puts an arm around him for a hug. Xanatos just collapses into him and refuses to move.

Well. Jaster has a new son, he guesses????

He looks over to Jango, who is in a similar process of taming a feral child with little candy pieces and holding him halfway into his lap. Oh. He’s a grandpa now too.

Anyways. Dooku shows up (who both kids recognize and are able to stop any bad will before it starts as he is VERY worried over the boys and was able to get things calmed down) and Xanatos says he refuses to take the cuffs off because this is the first time he didn’t want to kill everyone in years and he’s scared and Jaster just keeps rubbing his back and saying he can keep them on while he’s going through therapy for all this ossik and Obi-Wan keeps clinging to Jango all quiet and sad and reluctantly tells Dooku about Qui-Gon kicking him out of the order and not coming back when Obi begged him to (Jango about to commit a murder fam) and Dooku horrifyingly tells them Qui-Gon claimed he left the order willingly for a girl he met and the war was never even mentioned or that children were fighting-

It’s bad. Real bad. Jaster is able to help the Jedi route out the Death Watch (and the corrupt governor) and Tor probably still gets away but they’re all (Dooku isn’t leaving his grandbabies alone okay) able to go back to Mandalore to figure out what happens next.

Obi-Wan and Xanatos eventually come to an understanding that they have been adopted into the royal family and they are sorta okay with each other (Obi-Wan’s bites are less feral now, more like love bites really, and Xanatos hasn’t tried to kill anyone in a while and claims he’s never taking off the cuffs again) and it’s kinda nice.

Anyways. Xanatos shuts down Offworld’s mining bullshit and straight up gives Telos IV to Jaster like ‘idk what to do with it, you fix it’ and Jaster takes that as a challenge and accepts. He really is a good ruler and will do anything he can to fix this new Telos.

Also after looking at the planets Bandomeer and Telos (obviously they would be close considering Bandomeer is close enough for Offworld to mine on) Telos IV isn’t actually too far from Mandalore. So, putting some verde in a city on the planet to help fix their government, wouldn’t be too much of a stretch there. They’re closer than Mandalore is to Coruscant so they could totally have a Little Keldabe there.

Anyways. That’s my idea. Jaster adopts Xanatos and gets him therapy, and Jango adopts Obi-Wan and feeds him snacks and gives him the love he’s never had. Dooku comes along for the funsies and Qui-Gon goes to Jedi Jail.

Jango: *standing with Obi-Wan sitting on one armored shoulder and bicep* This my baby, and ain’t NO ONE finna touch him.

Jaster: *gently petting Xanatos’s head* He’s so sweet and violent and I don’t even mind that he’s straight. The manda makes us all as we are meant to be, and mistakes happen. He’s a good violent boy.

Xanatos and Obi-Wan: …wtf…

Eventually they find Bruck back on Telos IV and Dooku adopts him so now they’re all getting therapy.

#star wars #obi wan kenobi #galidraan #telos iv #Bandomeer #melida/daan #xanatos du crion #jaster mereel #jango fett #feral Obi wan #master dooku #Mandalorians adopt ferals

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redrobin-detective · 3 years

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Ok, I’ve tried and tried and tried to write this fic because I see it so clearly in my mind but it’s just not going no matter what I do. But I don’t want the idea to die with me. The closest this came to being written was exile which was an attempt to bleed out some of the energy of this au.

Anyway, so it starts off vaguely similar to canon only more aggressive. There had been underlying tension between ghosts and humans for a while, the dead jealous/angry at the living for disrespecting them. The successful creation of the Fenton ghost portal (and another halfa) was considered an act of war and so the ghosts responded in kind. So basically all of S1 occurs fairly close to canon except ghost attacks are more violent and have increasingly more consequences as time passes. Also the attacks aren’t just in Amity Park with ghosts becoming a worldwide issue but Amity is a focal point. Regular people know the ghosts hate them though they don’t know why. Phantom is very much a controversial figure as he is a ghost but also clearly is fighting off the more violent ghosts.

One day, not long after the events of Control Freaks, Amity Park wakes up to find three of their own are gone. Danny Fenton, Sam Manson and Tucker Foley are nowhere to be found. There’s a massive manhunt, the parents go on TV and beg for information but they cannot be found. Curiously enough, town hero Phantom was also missing. There’s some evidence they left of their own volition so the Mansons and Foleys eventually relent that the kids fled on their own. The Fentons are 100% certain the kids were stolen/killed by ghosts as a statement. And the fact that Phantom went missing around the same time means he was the one who killed them. Jazz knows Danny was Phantom but had no idea what was going on and knew her parents wouldn’t listen she just, kept quiet and privately tried to piece together what happened.

Three years pass and finally it looks like the Ecto War is coming to a close. Young, naive ghosts attempted to raise Pariah Dark in a bid to win. It went disastrously but Phantom (who was periodically spotted around the world, deep in the worst battles of the war) and group of loyal allies subdued the king. By the law of ghosts, Phantom was named heir apparent and he declared that the fighting would stop. Humans and ghosts would have to negotiate and co-exist in peace. But he’s not king yet, no he needs to be crowned at the place where it began, Amity Park’s Fenton portal (”where it all began” has a double meaning of the beginning of the war but also symbolically where Phantom began as Kings assume the crown where their living life ended to show their abandonment of their first life and the commitment to their second). Amity is NOT happy to hear that their former hero is coming home.

Amity has been through the wringer, ghost attacks got pretty bad. The Fenton’s throw themselves into their work to cancel out the grief, they create a group of ghost hunters nicknamed the Reds (for their red blood, ghosts are nicknamed Greens) to control the threat. Valerie heads the young adult division and is considered one of the best, she drops out of school to devote herself to it full time. Oh also her dad is now the Mayor as most have died or didn’t want the job. There are still people who like Phantom and see him as a hero (a lot of Casper Kids) but it’s generally an unpopular opinion in town. Maddie and Jack are ready to obliterate the ghost that took their son’s life the moment he’s within city limits. It’s a powder keg ready to blow. It all comes to a head when Phantom and his entourage arrive.

First off, Phantom looks very different, much less human looking than when he left. He’s clearly aged like a normal teen but his eyes look much, much older. His skin is dead white with a blue tinge to it from his ice core and his aura is super cold. His hair is longer and is very misty that kind of swirls around him and his has fangs and claws. When he’s deep in battle or his obsession, his sclera turn black and he looks scary af. His entourage is ghosts who have sworn loyalty to him, who he picked up along the way after battling beside them for 3 years. Fright Knight, Skulker and Frostbite are recognizable allies. They are not happy that their future King is back in Amity (secretly fearing they’ll lose him once more to his human life). J&M have a shot and are going for the kill when they see something that shocks them; Sam and Tucker are in Phantom’s entourage.

There had been whispers that Phantom interacted with humans, that humans were in his inner circle but this is something else together. And so are Sam and Tucker. Sam is Phantom’s General, she is talented and collected and half feral. She used to be a pacifist but the trials of war and understanding that peace sometimes needs to be fought for made her compromise. She’s covered in scars and an extremely talented fighter. She’s missing her right hand up to her forearm, she can form a ‘phantom limb’ (basically borrowing ectoplasm from her future ghost) to do some things with some powers. Tucker is the support, he uses human and ghost tech to organize, weaponize and generally keep things running. He’s covered in homemade tech (shields and weapons and computers) and he rarely removes. Both he and Sam have kinda forgotten how to interact with and really BE human after so long among the dead. They had attempted to conceal themselves but they had forgotten how strong parental love and recognition is. J&M want to know about Danny, the teens don’t know how to respond but assure them he’s alive. Phantom can’t bring himself to look at them.

This is where I start to lose track of things but there will be parallels of Valerie/Maddie vs Sam as female warriors on opposite sides who are willing to go behind, possibly compromising the things important to them, for victory. Tucker will be contrasted against Jack/Jazz as the one making weapons but also generally keeping the human parts of the team mentally/physically afloat. *Severe* PTSD for all three of them. They’re also unnaturally codependent on each other, get super anxious when one of the trio is out of sight and sleep in a big cuddle pile. They will fucking Kill You if you look at one of them wrong. Vlad will be involved, he had been jailed for war crimes but convinced Walker to stage a coup to overthrow Danny and take the crown before he’s actually declared King and is too powerful. Vlad is more unhinged here, more ghost than human (a hint on what could happen to Danny if he’s not careful). He is eventually defeated but he sacrifices his life for ghost power which, in the end, is what makes him able to be beaten.

There’s lots of ideas on what it means to be live or dead and where the divide really is, is it a heartbeat or it is how you choose to use your existence. On how duty shouldn’t mean you need to give up everything. Because Jack and Maddie believe that Phantom killed their son and, in a way, they’re right. Before they left, the ghost war had gotten so bad and the rumors of Dark being resurrected were going around. Amity attacks were at an all time high, people in their school were being killed just because Danny went there. He realized he had to choose between Fenton or Phantom and he chose to protect the world. He abandoned his human identity and went off to fight in war. Tried to convince Sam and Tucker to stay but they followed him through hell and back. Because Danny spends so much time as Phantom, Fenton is severely neglected. His long hair is cool and floaty as Phantom but is unkempt and stringy, hanging in his face as Fenton. He’s wan and underweight and looks like a walking corpse. He knows his human half will give out soon if he doesn’t give it more attention but he just can’t there’s too much to do, too many people to save.

It would end with Danny being outed to the town, not the world, just the town. Jack and Maddie need to recon with the fact that their boy DID leave of his own choice but only because their failure to protect him (from both the portal and ghosts) made him feel he had to take all this responsibility on his shoulders. Danny also has to recognize that he (and Sam/Tuck) can’t do all this on their own and they can trust and rely on the people around him. Phantom is crowned King but he decides Amity will be his base. The trio eat more, sleep some, catches up on school all the while continuing their duties as King and court. The ghosts also see that Phantom’s humanity isn’t a weakness but a strength and will bring peace to the Earth/Zone so they also take some of the burdens off his shoulder.

Basically I load up heavily with angst at the beginning and end with all the love and comfort imaginable. I just can’t fucking figure out the middle and my motivation will not let me write this shit out. But I can’t let this AU die bc it fucking keeps me up at night.

#behind me dips eternity #god I want to write this but its just not going #Ive been trying for over a month #I cant finish the outline #I've only gotten a paragraph into actually typing #but there are so many vivid images from this fic that live rent free in my head #was lowkey thinking of comissioning an artist to depict Danny bc I've tried and its not coming out right and it drives me INSANE #bc this world is very vivid to me #i love it even if it hurts me #anyway here's wonderwall

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georgiapeach30513 · 2 years

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Yours

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Summary: Abel comes to the hospital

Pairings: The Drysdale’s

Rating: 😭😭

Warnings: baby in an incubator, tears, Posie in a coma, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 2.5K

Desperate Lives AU Masterlist

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Jax stands outside the window staring at his baby. Round the clock care for Daisy, and if they’re needing to check Posie, this is where he is. Iris clings tight to his hand staring at her first botn grandbaby.

“I thought I saw little babies before. Story was tiny, Brooks was even smaller,” her voice trails off and she whimpers. “Daisy is the smallest.”

“The doctors said she’s improving every hour,” his ringed fingers that aren’t holding onto Iris, lifts up to touch the glass. His little flower still fighting for her life. Constantly improving and hasn’t declined in health yet. “How’s Illiana?”

“Mom said she’s perfect,” she turns to look at Jax, as a single tear rolls down his face. “She’s waiting to meet her cousin and birthday twin, Daisy though. Carter decided to stop trying to buy the hospital,” Jax only chuckles slightly. “Nobody wants you to worry about the cost of this. Your ours just like they are.”

“I want to be upset,” he wipes at his face again, “but I want them alive and healthy more. Do you think it’s a good idea for Abel to see them like this?”

“I think Posie hearing his voice, would help her. Give her even more reason to fight.”

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If James’ eyes aren’t looking at all these machines, he’s looking at his daughter. He uses a wash cloth to help the nurse wash her body. The first year of her life he missed, all the giggles at bath time, all the little songs that were sung to her, are all being made up now.

Her nurse sings a low hymn with every pass over her skin she makes. “She’s a strong one. Brain waves are great. They’re going to take her off the medically induced coma, hopefully get this ventilator off her so we can see her pretty face,” she goes back to humming, taking care of the stitches in her hair.

“She’s not ready to go. She’s got that beautiful baby she’s got to see,” James has no more tears left to cry as he looks up at the nurse. Her kind dark eyes look so hopeful at him. “What’s the J stand for?”

“I don’t know. We never discussed her middle name. She’ll tell me when she wakes, won’t you baby?” The nurse gives him a big smile, and continues cleaning her. Picking up her hand she starts to trim her fingernails.

“It was a good day. She was so happy, brought their…their son,” James gives a pitiful little laugh when her finger twitches. “I’m sorry, baby, he’s definitely your son. I won’t hesitate to call him that. That’s our Abie, and I’m Grumpy. Can’t wait until Daisy calls me that. Or even you and Jax giving me more babies. But maybe wait for your plan to be finished.”

The nurse spins to look at the machines lighting up. “I think she likes the idea of giving you more babies, dad. Keep talking. I hear she loves hearing about her future.”

With a wipe of his eyes he leans over to kiss softly on her forehead. “I talked to Beau earlier. Arleigh only planted daisies on that property that is too far from us. But, somehow there’s another plant growing. She thinks they’re black eyed Susan’s. Apparently they mean motivation and remind us to turn around bad habits. Like your annoying boyfriend.”

James drops Posie’s hand and they both watch her fingers twitch, her brain waves getting bigger, and she pages a doctor. “Go on dad.”

“You know what else is growing on the outskirts of the property? Wood anemone. Your flower, but a wild one. What was it you were wanting as Abel’s? Goah, I’m blank. Like I really want to think of flowers,” James sighs sarcastically, the nurse looks at him odd and he huffs out a laugh. “My wife’s family, and on into our extended family, we…each member has a flower. I’m a forget-me-not. My in laws’ have a garden of all our flowers. Started with them and their kids.”

“Sunflower? They look like a daisy.”

“That’s it. Beau was clearing you out a space for your family garden,” his hands cover his face when he thinks about the picture Beau sent him. “Did you and numb skull carve your initials in that oak tree? Plain as day, right where he cleared the space. JT + PR. And then Otto and Ellie needed a break, and you did the same on the tree beside mine and your moms. You knew not to be messing with our tree huh? You’re so much like your mom in some ways and others you’re just like me a perfect combination.”

The doctor comes in and assesses all her activity. Watching how James steadily talks to his daughter. “Baby, your mom said that Daisy looks just like you. It’s like I’m getting my chance to see you as a newborn. Now I gotta see you as a mom, and a wife.”

Posie’s eyes start flickering as the doctor looks at her stunned, “Get her out of this coma. She wants to wake up. Mr. Rogers. We need a moment.”

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James holds onto Iris as he nearly rocks her in his lap. His constant whispers in her ear about what the doctor said. Even though he’s crying, they’re the happiest tears he can muster. “She’s in there Baby Doll you should have seen her when I said I wanted to see her as a wife.”

Jax drops to his knees looking at the door when Owin and you bring the boy in. He runs up to his dad, wrapping his arms around his neck tight, “Where’s my…Posie and sissy?”

“They’re doing a few things to Posie, but do you want to see sissy? You can’t touch her, and we can’t go in her room, but you’ll get to see her.”

Abel nods at him but looks back at James and Iris, “Can Grumpy and Lovie go,too?”

James wants to say no. Not ready to see the baby that he keeps getting told looked like Posie, but when Abel reaches out his hand for him, James takes it in his own.

Iris leads the way, while James and Jax hold tightly to Abel. But when they reach the doors, Jax goes to pick Abel up, and Iris grabs her Jamey’s hand.

She makes him look down at her, and standing in her tippy toes, Iris gives him a lingering chaste kiss. “I’ve got you sarge,” James is overcome with emotion when he walks up to the window seeing his little bitty granddaughter getting her dressing changed.

An angry red line down her stomach, that looks bigger than her. Daisy’s eyes blink up at the nurses, and he has to lean over on his wife. “Daddy, why does she have that?”

“Remember her heart? They had to go in and help fix it.”

“They cut my sissy open? Did she cry?”

“No buddy,” Jax turns to look at the little baby. “She had medicine that made her not feel anything.”

“Does she hurt now?”

“Is she crying?” Jax looks at Abel and then quickly back to Daisy, not wanting to miss a single moment.

“No.”

“She’s not hurting. She’s so strong. They told me that we may get to touch her hand soon.”

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Abel follows closely behind Jax, his body almost completely hiding behind his dad’s. The doctor had helped him wash his hands properly before he entered into the room. Jax looks at Posie, that finger glowing with her ring, and now no ventilator to block the face he wants to look at for the rest of his life.

“We shouldn’t be here. She’s sleeping,” Abel gives Jax a little tug. “You said mama needs her sleep.”

“What did you call her?”

“I’m sorry. Posie.”

“No, buddy, I-I-I told you, that you could call her mama when you were ready,” the nurse walks closer to Posie as her fingers on both hands start twitching. Her eyes trying to pry themselves open.

“Doctor! She’s trying to wake up. Keep talking. She’s ready to see you.”

Jax lifts Abel up, and walks closer to Posie, smiling when he sees her eyes struggling to open. “Your dad said he saw our initials. He asked if we sealed it, in anyway. I’m not sure what he means, but…I can’t talk about what we did before hand, I have our son,” he sees a tiny flicker of her hazel eyes and gets closer. “Chris can marry us, Squeakers. The doctor said we’d get married while you’re in this bed. Our daughter is waiting to meet you, too.”

“Mama, why are you crying? Daddy she’s…” Posie fully opens her eyes to stare up at Jax and Abel trying to talk but it’s harsh squeaks. “Mama! Did we wake you?”

“No,” her voice croaks out, and she lifts a hand up to Jax, who grabs it tightly. Kneeling down beside her bed, he presses his lips hard on her knuckles. “Jaaa…”

“Shh…Squeakers, you’re here, I don’t need you to say a word. My god, how I’ve waited to see your eyes again. Don’t leave us again.”

“Dai…Dai,” her fingers move to belly, and she cries up at him.

“She’s in NICU. She had to have surgery, but she’s so strong. They said we should get to touch her hand today. I think she was waiting on you,” he stops to look at the doctor, “Can we wheel her in to see Daisy?”

“We’ll make it happen.”

“See, Posie, our little family is growing.”

“Daa…” she taps on her tattoo looking up at Jax, and nods her head.

“You want me to go get him?” Posie gives a quick nod, and Jax leans over to kiss her. “Want your mom?” she gives one shake of her head. “Not yet, huh?” Posie gives him a smile up at him, before he turns to get James.

“Grumpy! Mama is awake!” Iris turns to stare at Abel and Jax and both are just ecstatic. “How long was she asleep?”

“James, she wants to see you. Iris, she wants you to wait a minute. Give them about five.”

James gives a quick kiss to Iris. They both take a deep breath, before she squeezes his arms, “See you in five, Sarge.”

He almost sprints to her room, nearly wanting to vomit with the adrenaline he’s tried to keep under control, but when he opens that door to see the daughter that made him a dad, he can’t believe it. Spent so much time silently in his head. Hoping that she would come back to them. And now there she was with her head turned to look at him.

Walking over to her bedside, she pulls his hand to her ring. “Jaxy,” she whispers out with a lot of difficult. Her voice hoarse and painful. Tapping on her throat, and a nurse assists her with water. “Mine. Hus…husband.”

“Can we not wait? You just woke up?” Posie shakes her head no.

Tapping on her chest, “Wife. Promise.”

“I know, I said I wanted to see you as a wife.”

“Mine.”

James huffs out air, but nods his head. “You’re gonna have to change your initials on the tree. You’ll be Posie Teller.”

“Ms. Rogers,” Posie looks up at her dad, and rolls her eyes. “Would you like to meet your daughter?”

“Mom.”

“Yes, you’re a mother now, do you want to meet her?” Posie shakes her no, tapping at her chest.

“Mine.”

“She wants to see her mom first. I’ll go let, Jax know about Daisy,” before he leaves the doctor informs him how Abel can’t go beyond the glass, leaving Posie to look up at him angrily. “Why?”

“Kids carry a lot of germs. He’s also a minor.”

“That’s his sister.”

“It’s a safety precaution. Soon though.”

James only has to peek his head out the door, and he finds Iris. Holding onto her hand, he walks her to see Posie, and immediately her hands rub over Posie’s cheek. “Don’t do that to us again.”

“Ring,” Posie taps at her ring, and Iris looks between Posie and James confused.

“Her and Jax are getting married.”

Iris shakes her head no, but Posie answers with a solid, “Yes.”

“Why? You’re alive and together. You have a beautiful daughter.”

“Iris, do you remember how long it took for answers on how to get him back here. Your brother-in-law tried to buy the damn hospital and create his own policies. Posie came to because I wanted to see her as a wife. She’s ready. She fought to stay alive for Jax and their kids. She’s not asking for permission. She’s telling you what she’s going to do,” Posie gives a single nod, and stares up at her mom owlishly.

“Fine. You’re staying at the estate though. It’s bigger, Daisy has a nursery there, and it’s safer on the compound,” Posie rolls her eyes. “Don’t do that Pose. We almost lost you. You know Mimi and Papa won’t care about you living there. You going to trust anyone to watch Abel and Daisy?” Posie shakes her head no. “Exactly. Abel has been through enough. He has his own room, and no memories of that window.”

Posie’s blood pressure straights raising, and James leans over his daughter, “Baby, look at me. You’re going to meet your daughter, and you’re getting married. Abel called you mama.”

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Iris and James stand behind the window, as a nurse walks Posie into the room followed by Jax, with one look to her daughter, she gets upset, looking up at Jax. “It’s not as scary as it looks, Squeakers. Daisy is strong like her mother.”

She calms down again when his hands move over the incubator, “You,” with a tap of her hand, she points to where their daughter sleeps.

“No, you should be first.”

“You.”

With his scrubs on, Jax reaches into the incubator, and touches his daughter’s delicate skin. Smiling, crying, laughing, and overwhelmed. “Oh, my sweet girl. I’ve wanted this for days.”

Posie’s eyes drift from Jax to the name on the box, and she growls at what she sees. “Yours.”

Removing his hand, he steps back to look at Posie not understanding, but she just repeats it again, this time points. “Oh,” Jax squats down in front of her, “You weren’t awake, so I thought Rogers made more sense.”

Posie boops his nose and whispers, “Daddy. Yours. Mine.”

“She’s yours and mine I know. Can we change the last name to Teller?” he asks the nurse who nods.

“What about the J?”

“It’s time, Squeakers,” he turns the wheelchair, so she can see her parents. “Tell them what the J stands for.”

Posie points and her dad, “James,” James’ lips tremble and Iris holds tighter to him. “Yours.”

James just gazes at his daughter of all the things he’s done wrong with her, she’s turned out good and pure. In love with Jax, and still not wanting to fully let go of her Rogers’ heritage. “Yours,” James points back at her. “She’s yours, baby.”

Masterlist

#desperate lives #desperate lives au #desperate verse #da au #dau #posie rogers #jax teller #sons of anarchy #soa #daisy teller #posie rogers x jax teller

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limeinaltime · 3 years

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How did 0 go coo coo for Cocopuffs?

That’s one way to put what ends up happening to 0. To understand, I gotta pull up the picture of @edibletrees2 ‘s OCs, because there’s layers.

Basically…

Before he went all evil and cult leader-y, 0 was basically his generation’s N; sweet, dorky, kind of naive and idealistic, and an all-around decent, friendly guy. He was close to X and looked up to her a lot, and was good friends with F and 13. Meanwhile 12, another antagonist from this AU, is a power-hungry girlboss-in-the-making from the moment she was brought online, and 0 unfortunately thought she was hot (N/V parallels?). 13 and F warned him that she was bad, bad news, hell, even X (the true OG girlboss/positive) said that she wasn’t the one, but like N, 0 has a thing for women who can and will kick his ass and ruin his life, so he didn’t listen.

An eerie thing about 0 and 12 is that they have the unique ability to manipulate the minds of other drones. This ability allowed 0 to brainwash his cult and force F into a relationship with him, but 12’s is more powerful. She can draw secrets straight out of other’s lips, force them to bend to her will, and with her natural silver tongue and charm, make just about anyone do anything she wants them to do. 0’s powers rely on fear and control, but 12’s is like a snake slithering through your brain, or a gentle caress on your cheek. It’s a total violation of mental agency, but you can’t help but give in. She makes you want to give in, and the more you do, the easier it is for her to take hold, over and over again.

Between the pressure placed on 0’s shoulders due to him being the first assassination drone, his insecurities, his naive nature and 12’s constant subtle manipulation, it was easy for 12 to manipulate him, bit by bit, and when X was taken away by the company, he lost probably the only one who could truly help him. 0 knew he was slipping, and was scared of what he would become when he stopped being himself, and was able to say goodbye to 13 and F before becoming the scary cultist asshole we know today. 12 has F and 13’s old squad killed and they’re forced to join the cult, where 0 brainwashes F into being with him, and forces 13 to be the cult’s mechanic/healer. 0 and 12 definitely have a fucked-up affair going on, which allows 12 to keep 0 from returning to sanity, and allows her to hold a great deal of power that continues to grow.

12’s manipulation runs deep in the murder drone’s section of the narrative, starting with 0’s fall from grace, and eventually latching onto our favorite wholesome murder boi. There’s a reason N ended up getting replaced by M and transferred to J and V’s squad, and why 0 specifically chose to put the red core in him out of everyone in the rebellion… N reminds 0 of his “weak” old self, and he hates the younger drone for “replacing” him as X’s “favorite”.

One of the most fucked-up things about 0’s madness is that it twists his feelings for X into a weird love/hate feeling instead of those of a son who looks up to his mother. X is very uncomfortable by all of this, but cannot bring herself to truly hate 0, not when she remembers who he used to be. She’s also not happy that 0 made an entire religious cult partially dedicated to hating her for “abandoning” the assassination drones, and everyone is too brainwashed to hear her out. Oof.

Basically, 12 is the real villain, and the old 0 is still alive inside this evil husk he’s become. He doesn’t want to hurt anyone or cause all this pain, but 12’s got him in a chokehold and she’s not letting up anytime soon.

#murder drones #oc #asks #yeah this narrative runs deep and has tons of religious imagery (and trauma)#Y and T are also victims of this mess but only T knows who 0 used to be because he used to be her caretaker #he was a good big brother :(#Hell. Pain Even. (Murder Drones Edition)

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cinnaminsvga · 3 years

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intermission • vi | moonlight

→ summary: When the love letter you wrote and submitted as an assignment is leaked to the entirety of your university, it becomes a race against time to dispel rumours and convince the seven suspected muses of the poem that they aren’t the subject before anyone realises that you are the author. Easy, right? Well… maybe not as easy as you think.

→ pairing: bts x reader (feat. jungkook) → genre: college!au, crack, fluff, angst → warnings: none!! it's just jungkook being a cutie!! → words: 3.7K → a/n: this intermission chapter was actually written by @jincherie!! i'm posting it on her behalf since she's currently on hiatus. she had this chapter mostly finished a few months ago and we were waiting to post it until we were both more active (lol) but yeah... things change i guess... anyway see you guys next year (i wanna say /j but really... is it really /j...)

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Jungkook's strength has never been making friends.

In his mother’s words, a “pleasant and sweet boy” though he might be, that didn’t help much when it came to meeting someone new and the storm of butterflies in his stomach would grow so strong that it froze his limbs and caught his tongue. He’s not too good at first impressions.

A “pleasant and sweet, but terribly shy boy” is actually more along the lines of how Jungkook’s mother describes him, now that he thinks about it. That’s probably a little more accurate.

The sprawling complex he lives in is full of kids, and Jungkook knows each and every one of them. He might be challenged in the social area, but his mother is anything but. She says he takes more after his father, and since his father is usually relaxing inside and reading or drawing when Jungkook sees him at home, he figures that makes enough sense.

Every time someone new moves into the complex, Jungkook’s mother goes to greet them. Of course, he is graciously asked (read: forced) to come along too, just in case they have any kids around his age. This is how he normally meets the other kids on the block. It’s fine, he can’t complain. He has to admit it’s nice meeting all the new and different people that come through. His family is probably one of the ones that have stayed in the complex this long.

When the house next door is emptied of the family he knew, it’s a while before the next one comes in. By the time Jungkook peeks out his window one morning, woken by the telltale sound of a truck beeping as it reverses, and finally sees some movement in the house next to his own, his mother isn’t home. She’d moved into the hospital just a few days earlier, looking ready to pop with the little brother he’d heard so much about in her belly. He’s excited to meet his little brother, and now as he stands on his tippy-toes to get a good look from the window, he finds himself a little excited to meet the new neighbours, too.

It only has a little bit to do with the great, big, fluffy dog they have. Just a little.

It takes a few days for them to move in fully. Jungkook watches from his window every now and then, seeing all sorts of different cars come through. This family has lots of helpers, he notices. By the time they seem to really settle in, Jungkook doesn’t see much of them. Actually, to his disappointment, he doesn’t see anyone around at all. He still hears the dog, glimpses it every so often, but realised that they probably walk it in the mornings before he wakes up.

His mother is home before long, his baby brother cradled in her arms. The first thing she asks as she steps through the door is, “Have the new neighbours moved in? Have you met them yet, Kookie?”

This is perhaps the first time all week he hasn’t cared about the neighbours-- he’s transfixed with his brother. It stays that way for a few days, until the allure wears off when the tiny baby won’t stop crying at night. Perhaps his little brother is something best loved from afar for now, Jungkook surmises.

Back to the window he goes – except this time, there’s actually something to see.

There’s a child! A combination of nerves and excitement bubbles within him as he sees a kid in the backyard playing with the dog, throwing a Frisbee for the massive puppy to leap up and catch in its mouth. The kid looks a little…. feral. Like the baby from that one funny caveman movie he watched with his parents. They’re rolling around with the puppy, uncaring of the way grass and dirt get on their clothes and tangle their hair-- they laugh the whole time. It takes a second for the sound to reach him, but when it does it makes his heart do something funny in his chest.

Ah, the neighbour's kid is a girl.

It’s you.

Jungkook has always been a little more shy around girls, but has never known why. To meet you, he’s going to need his mother there for backup. This is probably the first time he’s outright wanted to go meet one of the neighbours. It’s a little embarrassing, so he elects not to think about it too much.

He thought he would have to pester his mother more to get up and go greet them, but it seems she’s a little sick of being in the house so much because she jumps up the second he mentions it. His baby brother is graciously asleep when they make the trip one morning to the house next door, nestled in his mothers arms looking like an angel wrapped up in fluffy clouds. Jungkook wonders if you’ll like his brother as much as he does. If you don’t, then he doesn’t know how good of a friend you’re going to be.

The doorbell is different, it’s the first thing he notices about the house. Your family must have changed it when you moved in. It’s a bubbly, fun tune now, and he doesn’t even realise the smile it brings to his face. His grip on his mother’s hand tightens, but he misses the fond look she casts over him.

When the door opens, Jungkook thinks his nerves just might eat him alive. He’s so stiff he’s worried he might turn to stone and disintegrate into dust on the spot.

It’s you who answered the door.

You don’t look as wild and unkempt as you did that day he saw you from the window. Actually, your hair is in two cute little buns on top of your head and there isn’t a spot of dirt or grime on your overalls.

The way your eyes light up when you see him and his mother, as well as the baby held to her chest, is enough to make him forget to breathe for a moment. When he remembers, he feels like running his head into the pole of the awning.

“Hey, sweetie,” his mother greets, that big smile on her face that normally wins everyone over. “We’re from the house next door! We wanted to come say hello and meet you. Are one of your parents home too?”

“Hello!” Your response is instant, and the smile you return is so big Jungkook can easily see the gap where you’re missing a tooth. It seems like you’re beating him, he hasn’t lost that one yet. “Yeah, my mama’s home-- you should come in! She said she wanted to meet you guys! Oh, also, we have a puppy! She’s big, and actually maybe she’s too old to be a puppy but… she’s cute. I want you to see her!”

You’re rambling, but you don’t seem to realise. Jungkook couldn’t get a word in edgewise if he wanted to, but he finds himself more than happy to simply listen as he and his mother follow you into the house.

Your mother isn’t as wild as you, but he notices the same little sparkle in her eyes that you have in yours. He wonders if he and his mother have their own matching sparkle. That would be cool.

Right away, his mother hits it off with yours – two socialites of a feather, it seems. You fawn over his baby brother for a few minutes while they talk (he knew right then that you were a good one), before grabbing him by the sleeve and insisting on showing him around. You get a full tour in, and miraculously Jungkook finds it in himself to ask a few questions as you go.

“S-so, you like it? Here?” Every time he opens his mouth the words don’t come out how he wants them, but he can’t do anything now. At least he only stuttered once.

“Yes! It’s so much better than my old house! There’s so many more kids here, and they’re all so nice too!” You’re more than happy to blabber on, a hand thoughtlessly carding through the long, fluffy fur on your dog’s back. Jungkook’s own hand is doing the same (the fur is just as soft and fluffy as he imagined). “There’s more room for Poopie to play, too.”

Jungkook still isn’t quite used to the name of your pet, but something more important in what you said is taking hold of his attention. “Wait, you, uh… you’ve met some of the other kids?”

“Yep,” you say, gaze off in the distance as you try to summon them all from your memory. “Not all of them, but some! Um, I think one of them is named…. Chanyeol…? He lives down the street. Then there’s-- …”

A queasy feeling fills his stomach. He thinks it might be disappointment. For some reason, he thought he was going to come in here and be the first kid you met, that he was going to tell you all about the complex, maybe show you down the street. If you turned out to be a real good egg, then he had even planned to show you his secret place. But now that he thinks about it, it’s a bit silly to think that none of the other families would have come to greet you by now. You’ve been here for more than a week, after all.

He had a good time when visiting you, but for some reason after that day, he finds himself hanging back a bit. He wants to go out and play with you and the other kids, but when he sees you getting along with them so well he’s reminded of that queasy feeling from that day and he stays inside. Which, oddly enough, makes him feel even worse. He feels like no matter what he does, he’s losing progress with you. Maybe you won’t even want to play with him at all, you might think he’s boring after having so much fun with the other kids.

“You gonna go out and play, Kookie?” his mother catches him staring out the living room window one afternoon. She’s bouncing his brother on her hip, the demon baby sated for the time being. “There’s still plenty of time before dark.”

“No, I’m okay,” he answers, hating himself a little bit for it. Why was it so hard to say that yes, he wanted to play, but also that he didn’t. He thinks his mother would be able to help, but he has no idea how to tell her his woes. “I think I might draw a little.”

“Okay, sweets.” She comes over and ruffles his hair. “But if you do decide to go out and play, just let me know so I know where you are, okay?”

He nods, and she leans to kiss his hair before wandering back into the depths of the house. Maybe he will do some drawing, he ponders. It might distract him from the sight of you getting along so well with all the other kids.

Jungkook’s strength has never lain in being outgoing. This proves itself over the months when his attempts to grow closer and befriend you turn out unsuccessful, without fail.

You’ve made a good space for yourself amongst the kids of the block. You’re nice, caring and understanding, and never mean – sure you pushed Chanyeol off the seesaw once, but that was because he was being mean to Suzie. He didn’t do it again afterwards, and peace was maintained in the playground in the park at the end of the complex. Your friendship is sought-after, and with the beginning of the school year looming so close he’s running out of time to establish a friendship between the two of you.

When he spends an afternoon riding his bike at the end of the street, looping around and through the park, it’s definitely not just because you’re sitting there with some of the other girls on the block. When he summons all the knowledge stored in his brain from watching those bike tournaments and attempts to do a little trick, it’s definitely not because he thinks you might be watching. If you happen to see and think he’s cool, then it is what it is. It’s not like he’s actually trying to impress you or anything.

It goes okay, for the most part. His legs are a little tired though. He probably shouldn't attempt the trick he’s thinking of next, but he swears he sees you glance his way and he feels a surge of confidence flow through him. He attempts it.

He botches it.

The bike clatters to the ground and he rolls a bit, but his knees take the brunt of his meeting with the concrete path.

Lucky he wasn’t trying to impress you, because that was pretty humiliating. Lucky you probably didn’t see, either. His knees burn and he feels tears prick at his eyes, probably not just from the pain. He feels so embarrassed, so dumb. He’s touched his bike five times since he got it for his birthday last year, why did he think he would be able to do awesome tricks on it? Dumb, so dumb. He flees the scene before anyone can notice what happened, and completely forgets his bike.

He’s made it all the way home before he even realises it, his vision blurred from the tears that just won’t stop falling and his knees still singing in pain each time he bends them. He almost goes inside, craving a hug from his mother and her gentle hands on his wounds, but then he realises she would ask what happened, and he doesn’t think he’ll be able to tell her. It’s too embarrassing. He’s so embarrassed.

So he bypasses the front door, going around the side and slipping through the gate. There’s a tree that lines the side of the house where his window is, and it’s so tall it reaches well above the roof. Without pause, he climbs it, hands finding familiar grooves. He halts, hissing at the sudden sting – it would seem he’s scraped up his palms, too. His eyes burn with the added humiliation and he darts up the tree, making quick work of the climb until he reaches his special spot.

The roof of his house is mostly slanted, but there’s a flat bit at the very top on one side of the house. This is where he likes to go. No one ever looks for him here, plus the view is always very pretty. He doesn’t appreciate the sunset right now, though. He feels like he doesn’t deserve it.

The whole way home, Jungkook held in his cries. He didn’t want anyone to hear and tell his mother. But now, in the embrace of his little ‘safe haven’, he lets them out. He buries his head in his arms and sobs, the pain of moving his palms only making it worse.

He doesn’t know how his little body can handle so much embarrassment, let alone so many tears, but for the moment he doesn’t think about it and surrenders himself to his woes.

He must be up there for a while before his crying ceases. By the time he lifts his head, the last of his tears drying against his cheeks, the sun is just beginning to disappear beyond the horizon. It’s pretty, how it casts light around the shadowy silhouette of the city buildings in the distance. He kind of wants to show it to you. That thought is quickly shut down. He’s going to ask his mother if they can move cities so he doesn’t have to face you again.

Alas, the world just doesn’t seem to be working in his favour today. He hears the rustling of the tree before he sees it. By the time he looks over to investigate, you’re already clambering onto the roof, an oversized fanny pack bursting at the seams with whatever you’ve shoved inside slung over your shoulder.

“Hey!” You greet with a smile, apparently oblivious to the dumbstruck look on his face. “Man, it took forever to find you! If I didn’t see you from the window in my room, I never would have known where you went!”

That was the idea, he laments. He hadn’t wanted to be found.

“Anyway,” you say, plopping down a foot away from him, safely away from the edge of the roof. You swing the fanny pack around so the zip is at your front, and rip it open. Immediately, a tsunami of bandages and band-aids flow forth, fluttering to the tile before you. They’re all sorts of different sizes, but one thing is common across them all – they all have pikachu’s face plastered on them in one way or another. “These are my special band-aids! My mama uses them when I hurt myself, and they always make it heal really quick! I didn’t know how big your owie is, so I brought them all.”

Jungkook is still stunned into silence as you sort through them, organising the chaos at least a little. One of your buns has come loose, he notes. One pigtail, one bun. You look a little more like that wild child he first saw from his window. The knees of your overalls are smeared with dirt, too. He wonders if it got like that while you were looking for him. It makes him feel a little warm inside.

And a little warm outside – his cheeks are starting to burn. He doesn’t remember scratching them too, but maybe he did…?

“Let’s see…” you’re practically just holding a conversation with yourself at this point. He surrenders his leg without protest as you grab it to inspect his knee. “Yep. That’s a big ‘un.”

His whole face has lit on fire. Even his ears feel hot. Is that normal? Probably not. He’d have to ask his mother to take him to the doctor. Maybe he’s dying.

He notices how close you are suddenly, realises this is the first time you’ve been fully alone together (without Poopie), and suddenly he can’t think. Like, at all. He may as well not have a tongue because he can’t remember how to use it anyway.

Somewhere amongst the bandages you’d shoved some tissues. You pull them out now, gently clearing the dirt away from the wounds on his knees. You’re talking as you do it, but his brain is full of static. Your hands are even tinier than his. Is that normal? Wait, no-- they’re the same size. What is he doing…?

Is he going to get in trouble for being alone with a girl…? His mother hasn’t told him about the birds and bees like she said she would yet-- is that what this is? Will he turn into a bird if he gets any warmer? Jungkook doesn’t want to be a bird.

You are placing large plasters over his knees when he finally tunes in to what you’re saying. “… -that last trick was pretty cool, too. It would have been even cooler if you didn’t fall.”

Jungkook squeaks, “You saw that?”

You nod, apparently unaware of his utter humiliation. “Yeah! You’re pretty good on a bike. Can you teach me sometime? I want to show my dad.”

He makes a noise that sounds enough like an affirmation that you accept it, a big grin on your face. For a few more minutes, you finish patching him up.

“There! All done!”

Pikachu stares back up at him from his knees, looking a little wonky because of their shape. The band-aids are a bit wrinkled, but you look so proud of yourself he forces himself to ignore it. He looks up, the words of thanks he took so much courage to summon dying on the tip of his tongue as he sees you.

The setting sun changes the colour of your eyes a bit – it’s pretty, he finds himself thinking. Immediately afterwards, he blushes. Even more embarrassingly, he finds himself unable to help but observe that the sun suits you, actually. Bright, persistent, a little bit sparkly. In the sun’s last reaching rays of afternoon light, you look a bit like you’re glowing.

Of course, Jungkook is used to his silence, but it seems you’re only just noticing it. You seem to misunderstand it’s cause. “Oh, do they hurt?”

Your words tear him from his reverie, and the startled look on his face doesn’t exactly help his case. “Oh, I’m sorry! I didn’t realise they were that bad-- oh! I almost forgot the next step! My mum always does this whenever I hurt myself.”

Then, without a second spared for him to prepare himself, you lean over and plant a kiss on each of his bandaged knees.

Jungkook thinks he might explode. The entire neighbourhood is going to see him take off and zip through the sky like a rocket. His earlier thoughts of moving cities and changing his name come back full force.

“There, they hurt less now, right?” But you’re still grinning, still bright as ever with shining eyes hoping for a certain response. Despite himself he takes a moment to assess the level of pain he’s feeling – oddly enough, it does feel a bit better.

There’s no way he can manage to say that, though.

Instead he nods, wide-eyed. You let loose a sigh of relief, muttering about how you didn’t know what you’d do if that didn’t work. He swears he catches the slightest warmth in your cheeks, but doesn’t know whether it’s a trick of the sun.

“Thanks,” he finally manages, his voice just shy of a whisper. You hear him anyway and flash that gap-tooth smile his way.

“Of course! This is what friends are for!”

You think of him as a friend? Jungkook can’t help the dumb smile that rises to his face. He likes that. Friends. As the two of you stay on the roof until moonlight begins to filter through the tree and your parents are calling your name, he thinks he’d like for things to stay that way.

He’d like to be friends with you. Always.

#btsghostie #networkbangtan #bts scenarios #jungkook scenarios #bts x reader #jungkook x reader #bts imagines #jungkook imagines #bts fanfiction #bts reader insert #bts fluff #jungkook fluff #jeon jungkook #jungkook #bangtan #bts fanfic #i dont even remember how to tag HAJDHASJ i havent posted a fic in so LONG #anyway yall thought fox rain was dead but i guess she lives for one day... next chapter is gonna kill me tho but im excited!!#see you sooner than later i hope lmao

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inevitably-johnlocked · 4 years

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Hey Steph, got any good old (maybe new?) bedsharing fics for a fanfic obsessed lurker?

Thanks 😘

Hey Nonny!!

Hahha! I actually just did a list recently of my old ones, but I just double-checked my offline lists and I actually DO have some fics on my next Bed Sharing list, so GUESS WHAT? Your ask is the one to start the next Bed Sharing one, LOL.

As usual, if anyone has any they’d like to add, especially if they’re brand new fics, let us know! <3

BEDSHARING Pt. 5

See also:

The Speckled Blonde / BedSharing

BedSharing Pt. 2 and Insecure Sherlock

Bed Sharing Pt. 3

Bed Sharing Pt. 4

Bed Sharing “Just Happens”

Soft. Happy. Content. by inevitably_johnlocked (G, 223 w., 1 Ch. || Sleepy Cuddles, Bed Sharing, Slice of Life, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Spooning, Morning After, Sherlock POV) – Sherlock reflects on his state of mind.

And When The Night Is Over by Simply Isnt On (K, 329 w., 1 Ch. || Hurt/Comfort, Friendship, Platonic Bed Sharing / Not Slash) – Sherlock and John sleep together.

I Knew You Loved Me by inevitably_johnlocked (T, 743 w., 1 Ch. || Morning Cuddles, Fluff, Clingy Sherlock, Idiots in Love, Slice of Life, Morning After, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Declarations of Love, Pet Name, Bed Sharing, Snuggles) – John and Sherlock share a lie-in the morning after their first time. So fluffy and gross your teeth will fall out. Part 4 of I-J's Tumblr Ficlet Collection

Sleep Tonight by Jenn1984 (T, 1,220 w, 1 Ch. || Hurt/Comfort, Bed Sharing, Worried Sherlock, Sick John, Hugs/Cuddles, Touch Neediness) – Fingers begin prying open his jacket looking for a wound and John would really like to swat at them. No, he's not hit anywhere, he's just damn sick.- John Watson has a fever.

Loved. by inevitably_johnlocked (G, 1,231 w., 1 Ch. || First Sherlock POV, Slice of Life, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Nose Kisses, Morning After, Love Confessions, Morning Cuddles, Emotional Sherlock, Sentiment, Bed Sharing) – Sherlock reflects on his relationship with John. Part 5 of I-J's Tumblr Ficlet Collection

Here to Stay by MockJayPhoenix12 (K, 1,574 w., 1 Ch. || Post Reunion, Friendship, Hurt/Comfort, Headache, Bed Sharing, Care Taker Sherlock, Hand Holding, Fluff) – On Sherlock's first day home, John wakes with a migraine.

The Perfect Place by SilverSmile (K+, 1,955 w., 1 Ch. || Humour, Romance, 5 and Ones, Fluff, Experiments, Bed Sharing) – Sherlock attempts to find the perfect place to sleep, but his little experiment proves to be far more difficult than expected.

Insomnia by TheSingingGirl (K+, 2,635 w., 1 Ch. || Friendship, Humour, Bed Sharing, Sleepy Sherlock) – Sleep is merely the next frontier in what has become the battle to keep Sherlock alive. It's because of this that John ends up in bed with a sociopath.

Human Body Pillow by Lunavere (K, 4,122 w., 1 Ch. || Hurt/Comfort, Friendship, Five and Ones, Sleepy Johnlock, Bed Sharing) – A story about the five times John fell asleep on Sherlock, and the one time Sherlock fell asleep on him.

The Myth by AGirloftheSouth (M, 4,329 w., 1 Ch || Sex Toys / Anal Beads, PWP, Romance, Bottom John, Prostate Stimulation) – Sherlock believes something to be a myth. John proves him wrong.

When We Sleep by PrincessNala (K+, 6,660 w., 1 Ch || Post-TGG, Alternating POV, Bed Sharing, Anxious/Worried Sherlock, Hurt/Comfort, Hugs) – Sherlock needed to feel every beat of his heart, every rise and fall of his chest as he breathed. It was the only way to completely assure himself that John was alive and right there next to him, and not dead, no, never dead…

To be loved by Strange_johnlock (E, 12,436 w., 8 Ch. || Post S3, Established Relationship, First Person POV Sherlock, Pet Names, Soft Sherlock, Mild ADHD, Protective John, Captain Watson, Body Appreciation, Bottomlock, Rough Sex, Travelling for Holidays, Introspection, Sherlock Loves John So Much It Hurts) – John is so deeply integrated into the work, both as my conductor of light, and as a great shot with a vicious right hook who tackles men -and women- no matter their size all in my defense. He protects me with all he can without question, and this loyalty is surely more than I deserve. Or: Sherlock is counting his blessings.

There's So Much Labour Just in Breathing Lately by Susan (E, 12,708 w., 1 Ch. || Post-TRF / Mentions of S3 Events, Romance, Angst, Grief/Mourning, Grieving John, Mutual Pining, Meddling Mycroft, Therapy, Ambiguous Hopeful Ending, Infidelity) – The dreams he hated most – the ones that left him a sweating, shaking mess when he woke – were the ones in which Sherlock was just Sherlock. Laughing or drinking tea. Sitting across the table from him at Angelo’s eating pasta. Trailing his open hand behind him on the way to the bedroom. “C’mon, John. I’m about to have my way with you.”

Kintsugi by distantstarlight (E, 14,772 w., 1 Ch. || Post S4, Emotional Hurt / Comfort, Regret / Remorse, Loneliness, Separation, Drug Use, Healing, Protective John, Sad Sherlock, Dev. Rel., Complicated Relationships, Love, Angst With Happy Ending, Sherlock is Called Freak, John’s Penance, Voyeurism, Doctor/Caretaker John, Guilty John, Detox, Fingering, Love Confessions, Cuddling, Slight Non-Con Turns Enthusiastic Consent, Virgin Sherlock) – Sherlock Holmes becomes estranged from the man he had once considered his best friend after John lets him down horribly in public. It seems that the world's only consulting detective will be on his own once again...or will he?

The Burning of the Leaves by blueink3 (M, 15,915 w., 3 Ch. || Post S4, Angst, Reichenbach, Parentlock, Past Jolto, Idiot John, Sherlock’s a Mess, Puppies, Fluff, Possessive / Jealous Sherlock, Pining Sherlock, Sherlock POV, Matchmaker Sholto, Melancholic Feelings, Emotional Sherlock, Domesticity, Love Confessions in the Rain, Kissing in the Rain, Pet Names, Panic Attack) – After the events of series 4, Major Sholto invites John and Sherlock to lunch one day. It nearly proves to be too much for their tenuous relationship as the past haunts the present, putting the future that Sherlock so desperately wants at risk.

A Silver Sixpence by _doodle (NC-17, 16,400 w., 2 Ch. || LJ Fic || For a Case / Case Fic, Fake Relationship, Humour, Romance, Marriage Proposal, Awkward Idiots, Cuddling, Touching, Kissing, Love Confessions, Bed Sharing, Friends to Lovers, Fake Until It’s Not, Schmoop and Fluff, Bottomlock) – “John, we need to get married. It’s for a case, not any romantic notions on my part pertaining to our partnership,” Sherlock said, with brutal honesty, and without even looking up.

Division by MrsNoggin (E, 19,542 w., 11 Ch. || Coffee Shop AU || First Kiss/Time, Fluff, Barista Sherlock, Clingy Sherlock, POV John, John’s Limp, Bed Sharing, Fluff, Sleepy Cuddles, Sensuality, Touching, Virgin Sherlock, Insecure John) – John likes mysteries. And every morning he dips into the local independent coffee bar with his newspaper and ponders another... one Sherlock Holmes.

Out of the Woods by SilentAuror (E, 20,471 w., 1 Ch. || Post S4, Romance, Slow Burn, Flirting, Drunk Sex, Practical Jokes, POV Sherlock, Bottomlock, Possessive John, Pining Sherlock, Frustrated Wanking, Frottage, Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs, First Kiss/Time, Virgin Sherlock, Love Confessions, Soft Sherlock, Dancing, Bum Appreciation, Hanging out with the Yard) – Sherlock is fairly certain that John has taken to flirting with him of late, but can't be entirely certain of it. At least, not until a case takes them into a forest, along with Lestrade's team and something happens that will change everything about their lives...

Insanity in the Middle by DotyTakeThisDown (E, 28,010 w., 8 Ch. || Equestrian Sports AU || Alternate First Meeting, POV John, Pining John, Bottomlock, Clueless Sherlock, First Kiss/Time, Passionate Kisses, Hand Holding, Caught Making Out, Bed Sharing, Spooning, Blow Job) – John is a world-class eventing rider with a gold medal and several four-star wins to his credit, but he's never won at Rolex. Sherlock is an up-and-coming rider taking the sport by storm.

A Home for Us by sussexbound (M, 30,581 w., 12 Ch. || Scars, Bedsharing, Grief, Doctor John, Hurt/Comfort, Post-TRF, Implied/Referenced Torture, Sherlock POV, Pining Sherlock, Suicidal Ideation, Heavy Emotions, Clingy Sherlock, Hallucinations, Disassociation, Emotional Turmoil) – He has been on the road for two years, and he is exhausted. He’s almost accepted that he will never see London (John) again—almost. But then there are nights like tonight, where he is weak, and all he can think of is the warmth of the flat they once shared, the crackle of the fire in the hearth, the teasing smile playing at the corner of John’s lips, the boxes of half-eaten Chinese takeaway balanced precariously in their laps. He aches at the memory of it, at the realisation that it is something he may never experience again.

Anchor Point by trickybonmot (E, 49,856 w., 80 Ch. || Truman Show AU || Psychological Drama, Suspense, Slow Burn, Dark Characters / Fic, Alternating First/Third Person, Protective John, Anxious/Worried Sherlock, Tender Moments, Love Confessions, Hand/Blow Jobs, Cuddling, Jealous John, First Kiss/Time) – The world tunes in nightly for Sherlock, the ultimate in reality TV: Sherlock Holmes, a real person with a legendary name, unknowingly lives out his life in a staged setting contrived by his brother. Things get complicated when a retired army doctor joins the show to play the part of Sherlock's closest friend. This fic borrows its concept from the 1998 film, the Truman Show. However, you don't need to have any knowledge of the movie to enjoy this story.

The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse by SilentAuror (E, 50,635 w., 1 Ch. || Post-S4/S4 Divergence, Case Fic, For a Case / Reverse Fake-Relationship, Conferences, Marriage Equality, Travelling / New York, Pride, Homophobia, Bottomlock, Marriage Proposal, John POV, Sexuality, Love Confessions, Emotional Love Making, Public Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs, Passionate Kissing, Needy/Clingy Sherlock, Virgin Sherlock, Touching / Hand Holding, Bed Sharing, Little Spoon Sherlock, Intense Orgasms) – John and Sherlock go to New York to attend a conference run by the National Defence of Traditional Marriage Coalition in order to investigate the potential bombing of the annual Manhattan Pride parade. As the conference unfolds, John finds himself repulsed by the toxic ideology being presented, which becomes relevent to his own unacknowledged issues and his friendship with Sherlock...

A Goose Quill Dipped in Venom by Polyphony (M, 52,748 w., 16 Ch. || Celebrity John AU || Alternate First Meeting, TV Host John, Supermodel Mary, Character Death, Mystery, Romance, Case Fic, First Kiss/Time, Meddling Mycroft, Drug Abuse, Doctor John, PDA, Deductions, POV Sherlock, Toplock, Sexual Tension, Angry/Rough Sex, Hopeful Ending, Asperger’s Sherlock) – Sherlock Holmes, consulting detective, is called in to a very ordinary although brutal murder. Something is badly out of tune with the whole scenario and Sherlock finds himself becoming more and more obsessed with the crime - and also with the victim.

Isosceles by SilentAuror (E, 56,609 w., 7 Ch. || Post-S4, POV John, Original Male Character / Sherlock Dates Another Man, Love Triangle, Jealous John, Virgin Sherlock, Sexual Coaching, Angst, Romance, Domesticity, Unrequited Feelings, Miscommunication, First Kiss/Time, For a Case, Friends With Benefits, Bottomlock, Love Confessions, Spooning) – After solving a case for a major celebrity, Sherlock gets himself asked out. When John asks, he discovers that Sherlock has no intention of going, at least not until John agrees to coach him through whatever he might need to know for his date...

Lunar Landscapes by J_Baillier (M, 57,046 w., 21 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || S3/TAB Fix-It, Slow Burn Angst, Drama, Hurt/Comfort, Confessions, Drugs, Pain, Medical, Injury, Sherlock Whump, Mental Health Issues, Panic Attacks, Romance, Secrets, Tragedy, Trauma, BAMF John, Doctor!John, Drug Addict Sherlock, Injured Sherlock, Grieving John, Idiots In Love, Protective John, POV John Watson, PTSD Sherlock, Sherlock is a Mess, Medical Realism) – An accident forces John to face the fact that Sherlock's downward spiral had started long before his flight to exile even left the tarmac.

Repairing the Broken Things by BakerTumblings (M, 75,252 w., 15 Ch. || S4 Compliant, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Medical Trauma, Hospitals, Big Brother Mycroft, Misunderstandings, Realizations, Severe Accident, John Whump, Pneumonia, Medical Procedures, Bed Sharing, First Time, Healing, Happy Ending) – "I'm calling today to notify you that there's been an accident."

Just To Hold You Close by sussexbound (E, 70,841 w., 18 Ch. || Alternate First Meeting, Sherlock POV, ASD Sherlock, PTSD John, Demisexual Sherlock, Bisexual John, Cuddling/Snuggling, Platonic Cuddling, Enthusiastic Consent, Bed Sharing, Love Confessions, First Kiss/Time, Sexual Tension, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Cuddle Negotiations, For a Case Until It Isn’t, Hair Petting, Sexual Negotiation, Anxiety, Trust Issues, Slow Burn, Panic Attacks, Frottage, Hand/Blow Jobs, Referenced Self Harm / Abuse / Suicidal Ideation, First Kiss/Time, Anal) – When a woman is murdered and the last person to see her alive is recently invalided army vet turned reluctant (and prickly) professional cuddler, John Watson, Sherlock Holmes is pulled into a world of intimacy and intrigue he never could have imagined. John is a conundrum and mystery: frank yet reserved, tender yet angry, open yet afraid. Sherlock is instantly drawn into his orbit, and begins to feel and desire things he never has before.

Gold Rush by ShirleyCarlton (E, 71,783 w., 17 Ch. || Post S3 / No Mary, Friends to Lovers, Mentions of Past Sexual Abuse, First Kiss, Case Fic, Slow Burn, Alternating POV, Switchlock, Angst with Happy Ending, Marriage Proposal, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Abduction, Anxious/Insecure Sherlock, Miscommunication, Emotional Lovemaking) – John has divorced Mary and pops round to 221B one evening to find Sherlock in the middle of a case. As Sherlock tries to find the identity of a young woman’s stalker, John realises he can no longer deny his feelings for Sherlock – which then, to their befuddlement, turn out to be mutual. Shy kisses and tentative embraces ensue. But will Sherlock be able to cast off a shadow from his past that he thinks might prevent John from wanting to stay?

Thermocline by J_Baillier (M, 83,557 w., 14 Ch. || Scuba Diving AU || Adventure, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Marine Archaeology, Asexual Sherlock, Horny John, Relationship Drama, Technical/Scuba/Wreck Diving, Slow Burn, Underwater / Medical Peril, Doctor John, Hurt Sherlock, Anxious Sherlock, John POV, Protective John, Body Appreciation) – John "Five Oceans" Watson — technical dive instructor, dive accident analyst and weapon of mass seduction — meets recluse professor of maritime archaeology Holmes. As they head out to a remote archipelago off the coast of Guatemala to study and film its shipwrecks for a documentary, will sparks fly or fizzle out?

Kintsukuroi by sussexbound (E, 91,823 w., 20 Ch. || S4 Compliant / Post-TLD, Grief / Mourning, PTSD, Internalized Homophobia, Therapy, Past Abuse, Alcohol Abuse, Nightmares, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Depression, Anxiety, Bed Sharing, Love Confessions, Cuddling, Suicidal Ideation, Masturbation, Minor Character Death, Sexting, Frottage, Inexperienced Sherlock, Rimming / Anal / BJ’s, Emotional Turmoil, Finding Each Other) – “I love you.” Sherlock sees the words hit John with almost physical force. He reels back a little, jaw twitching and eyes filling. “I love you,” he repeats, a little softer, a little more gentle, as earnest as he possibly can. Because they’ve been teetering on the brink of this thing for years, and it had become painfully obvious over the last few months that they were at a tipping point. This had to happen. Now it has. Now they can see where they end up. The tears in John’s eyes spill over, and he wipes at them angrily. “Do you even know what that means?”

The Summer Boy by khorazir (T, 94,706 w., 6 Ch. || Post S3/Post TAB/Alternate S4, Friends to Lovers, Flashbacks, Sussex, Bullying, 1980′s Kid Sherlock, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Inexperienced Sherlock, Grief/Mourning, Pining Sherlock, Background Case Fic) – About half a year after the fateful events at Appledore, Sherlock and John embark on a private case in Sussex. For Sherlock, it’s a journey into his past, bringing up memories both happy and sad that he has locked away for almost thirty years. For John, it means coming to terms with the present – and a potential future with Sherlock. Part 1 of the The Summer Boy series

Northwest Passage by Kryptaria (E, 95,157 w., 27 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Canadian AU || BAMF!John, Canadian John, PTSD, Anal / Oral Sex, Rimming, Emotional Hurt / Comfort, Drug Rehab, Falling in Love, Pining Sherlock, Love Confessions, Sherlock’s Violin, Panic Attacks, Switching, Anxious / Protective Sherlock, Hugs for Comfort, Suicide Mentions, Healing Each Other) – Seven years ago, Captain John Watson of the Canadian Forces Medical Service withdrew from society, seeking a simple, isolated life in the distant northern wilderness of Canada. Though he survives from one day to the next, he doesn't truly live until someone from his dark past calls in a favor and turns his world upside-down with the introduction of Sherlock Holmes." Part 1 of Tales from the Northwest

The Bang and the Clatter by earlgreytea68 (M, 137,049 w., 37 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Baseball AU || Slow Burn / Dev. Rel., Possessive/Obsessive Sherlock, Jealous Sherlock, Mutual Pining, Body Appreciation, Depression, Closeted Sexuality, Family, Sherlock’s Mind Palace, Ogling Each Other, Anxious Sherlock, Panic Attack, Drunkenness, Talk of Forever, Big Feelings™) – Sherlock Holmes is a pitcher and John Watson is a catcher. No, no, no, it's a baseball AU. Part 1 of Baseball

Against the Rest of the World by SilentAuror (E, 151,714 w., 20 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Post-TRF, Hiatus Fic, POV First Person Sherlock, Present Tense, First Kiss/Time, Big Brother Mycroft, Escaping from Capture, Soft Sherlock, Toplock, Insecurity, Infidelity, Travelling, Introspection, Pining Sherlock, Depression, Fantasies, Yearning for the Past, PTSD Sherlock, Suicidal Ideation) – Sherlock has been away from London for nine hundred and twelve days and counting, and has no idea what sort of reception to expect when he finally returns.

Proving A Point by elldotsee & J_Baillier (E, 186,270 w., 28 Ch. || Me Before You Fusion || Medical Realism, Insecure John, Depression, Romance, Angst, POV John, Sherlock Whump, Serious Illness, Doctor John, Injury Recovery, Assisted Suicide, Sherlock’s Violin, Awkward Sexual Situations, Alcoholism, Drugs, Idiots in Love, Slow Burn, Body Image, Friends to Lovers, Hurt / Comfort, Pain, Big Brother Mycroft, Intimacy, Anxiety, PTSD, Family Issues, Psychological Trauma, John Whump, Case Fics, Loneliness, Pain) – Invalided home from Afghanistan, running out of funds and convinced that his surgical career is over, John Watson accepts a mysterious job offer to provide care and companionship for a disabled person. Little does he know how much hangs in the balance of his performance as he settles into his new life at Musgrave Court.

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Broken Mirror (Lee Seoho x Reader)

Pairing: Lee Seoho (Oneus) x fem!Reader

Genre: idk really, a little bit angsty, but I guess it could count as fluff, it’s somewhat a Soulmate!au

Trigger Warning!!: Short mention of blood, death of a character (but they’re reborn)

Summary: Seoho finds a mirror in the attic that seems to show him the life of his soulmate. You come to find the man in the mirror after a long time.

Word Count: 2,508

A/N: I wrote this in February and now catch me fully believing I predicted the Black Mirror Comeback lol. Seoho is immortal in this fic, there is no actual reason for that, I just wanted him to. That’s the power I hold as an author, hehe. Have fun reading :) ~Admin J

Seoho loved exploring and adventure, ever since he was young he was always looking for some thrill in life. One of the places he loved during his childhood was the attic in the house his parents owned. They were part of the upper class and pretty well off, so there were a lot of treasures in the attic. It's where he found one of his most treasured possessions, a broken mirror. He remembered the day that he found this mirror like it was just yesterday. ~*~ Young Seoho was climbing up the stairs to the attic with excitement. Up there the sun was shining through the cracks in the wood and made the dust visible, but something made it seem magical to Seoho. He was debating where to look through today when suddenly he was blinded by light. He put a hand up to shield his eyes and searched for the culprit that was blinding him. A small mirror was laying on a crate and reflected the sun right into his eyes. Seoho was intrigued, he couldn't recall seeing this mirror before. Maybe his mother had brought it up here recently? The young boy decided to take a better look at the small rectangle mirror. He picked it up and what he saw in there shocked him. Instead of his own reflection he was met with the figure of a girl. She seemed to be running as her hair was moving in the wind. Due to the shock of his unusual sighting the mirror slipped from his grip. It shattered into a few big pieces but all of them stayed in the frame. Seoho picked it up checking if maybe it had just been his mind playing tricks on him, but no there you were again. This time you were standing, head to the side smiling at someone. It seemed like you weren't aware that he could watch you and he felt awkward. He made his way down to find his mom to ask her about the mirror. "Mother what is this?" he asked showing her the small treasure. She inspected the mirror but didn't seem to recognize it "Where did you get this?" "I found it in the attic." His mother shrugged it was a simple mirror, maybe she forgot about it. "Do you not see the girl?" Seoho asked, staring at his mother with big eyes. "A girl? What do you mean? This is a mirror you see yourself in this." Seoho blinked confused, why did he not see himself, but a girl in this mirror? Most importantly, who was the girl he was seeing? Ever since then he had kept the mirror with him at all times.

~*~ Seoho quickly realized that time seemed to move differently for him. He turned older every year but is appearance never changed ever since his 25th Birthday. Many assumed for him to be happy about that, but living a life like his, was hell to him. He had no idea why he had been given immortality, but he hated it. It was a lonely life to live. His family and friends were all dying, but he had to stay on this world, all alone. The only person that was constant in his life was you, the girl in the mirror. Or at least that was what he thought. Occasionally he took glances into the mirror to see you, however it still felt like he was invading your privacy. Usually he looked, when he was sad or nervous, since you always seemed to be smiling, just living your life simple. He could tell your family was from the lower class due to your clothing, but he admired how you were still always happy. Until one day. He was feeling nervous the whole day, he didn't know what it was. Maybe because the country was preparing for a war or maybe it was the still unanswered letter he had send to his friend earlier this month. When he took his mirror, it almost slipped from his hand again. Instead of seeing you, he saw nothing. The mirror was black, completely black. No sign from you nor his own reflection. His heart sank to his knees, not knowing what was going on. Seoho could do nothing about it, but wait and see if the mirror would change and show you again. ~*~ Seoho had been recruited as a general, leading a troop in war. He felt pressure, not for himself, he was immortal after all, but he had the responsibility for a ton of soldiers. There were several other Generals with the same fate as him, they were six in total. The King had personally requested for them, to build an unkillable unit. The six of them grew closer throughout the span of war, Seoho even showed them his treasured mirror, which was still black. Even throughout the war he kept the mirror with him at all times, he looked into it every morning after waking up and every evening before going to sleep. Five years he saw nothing but black in it, until one evening before going to sleep, he could see the face of a baby in the mirror. He jolted upright in his bed, catching the attention of fellow general Youngjo. "There's a baby." he sprinted over to Youngjo holding the mirror into his face. Youngjo chuckled "I only see myself." After his words Seoho checked the mirror again, he could clearly see the face of a small baby. It made a sort of calmness rush over his body, he smiled and lightly stroked his finger over the mirror, as if he was actually stroking the baby's cheek. "Maybe she had a baby?" he lightly said to himself, still smiling. "I doubt so." Youngjo told him and Seoho's head whipped to look at him questioningly. "There is a war going on, almost all men are recruited." his older explained. "Have you ever thought that maybe the person you see in there could be the one your fate is intertwined with?" Youngjo suggested. Seoho thought about Youngjo's words for a while "So do you think she died and was reborn?" "Could be. I guess we'll find out when it happens again, for now just be happy your mirror is working again." It took Seoho a while to fall asleep this evening, but he was feeling happier and warmer than he ever felt in the last five years. ~*~ The war was tiring, no matter how many times they fought it seemed to never end. For years now Seoho had gotten strength from looking at the little child growing up. You had grown into a young teen and Seoho could tell that in this life you were a noble lady. Your clothes were very flashy and fancy. However Seoho could tell you weren't happy with your life. There was a heavy burden on your shoulders, you never smiled like you used to in your previous life. Being born a noble in times of war made you a target. After various long years the war seemed to finally come to an end, not only for Seoho's relief but also the other 5 generals were happy about this turn of events. When the six of them came back to the king they were honored and received a big piece of land completed with a big castle for them. Life in the castle was boring, sure there was a lot to explore but Seoho would much rather explore the mystery that was you. He spent his days painting you, not only the current you, but also the you that he remembered from your past life. "Is that her? The girl from the mirror?" Xion, the youngest of the generals, asked as he was coming across Seoho painting in the garden, while he was on his way to find some fruits in the garden. Seoho nodded, looking at his artwork with a fond smile. "She looks like a noble lady, but why is she wearing these clothes?" the young one asked, pointing to one of the pictures in which he had drawn your previous life. "She wasn't always a noble. This is her second life." Seoho explained. The next morning his heart dropped. When he looked into the mirror as every morning, he saw you cradling yourself with a pained expression. There was blood on you and an arrow stuck to your chest. Seoho wanted to help you so bad, but there was nothing he could do, he didn't even know where to find you. Your actions and cries seemed to die down with time, the color slowly fading from your skin. "Don't close your eyes!" Seoho called out but there was no way you heard him. As soon as your eyes closed his mirror went black again. There were tears streaming down his face, for the second time in his life he had lost the person that gave him strength unable to protect them. He felt like a failure. It took a lot of support from Youngjo and the other generals to get him out of his room after watching you die like that. ~*~ (the next part will be from your perspective and is taking part in the current time) "Y/N, honestly, I don't get why you're so obsessed with that myth!" your friend Jieun whined as you pulled her along to the museum. "It's not a myth, there are various evidences that the six generals were actually alive, technically that means they're still alive." you argued as you paid for two museum tickets. "Still, that was a long time ago, why are you so obsessed with them?" your friend asked, trying to break free from your grip on her wrist. "The drawing, I'm telling you it really looks like me." you beamed at her, remembering how you had went to the museum a week ago, because they were having an extra showcase on the six generals. As you had went through the exhibition you had found yourself in front of some drawings that were apparently painted by general Lee Seoho and it looked exactly like you. The information given on the painting was that it was believed the lady was General Seoho's love, but there were no evidences for that, however it were the only drawings found by him. When you had told your friend about the paintings, she hadn't believed you, saying something like you were interpreting too much into it. But now that you had brought her in front of the drawings there was no way she could deny it. That was definitely you, just in clothes that fit the century the generals had lived in. "No way!" she stood astonished looking between you and the drawing. "I'm telling you, I think General Seoho is my soulmate." you said pointing to a drawing that had been made of the six generals, before they were send off to war. "He looks like that guy I keep seeing in mirrors, well his hair is shorter and he's wearing different clothes, but his face is the same." "But the generals haven't been seen for hundred of years, how could you even find him. There's no way he's the one." Your friend argued shaking her head, not fully believing your story. She had never seen the guy you talked about in your mirror, all she did was see herself, but the way you excitedly talked about him, there was no way you made this story up. Besides that, the world was crazy with soulmates finding each other in the weirdest of ways, so why not see your soulmate in the mirror, but a general? A general that no one even knew if he was still alive? Very Questionable. "They say that this castle was gifted to them after the war." you pointed to a map that was put up on the opposite side of the drawings, where the location of the castle was marked. "Didn't it burn down? I saw some pictures it looked pretty beat up." your friend asked reading through the information underneath the map. "That's what it says in a lot of books, but I found one where it said that even though everything around the castle burned down, the grounds that belonged to the generals were unharmed. I'm going to go there tomorrow." You told your friend. "Are you crazy? They're saying the castle is dangerous, what of you get squished to death by falling stones or whatever?" Your friend screeched, but she was well aware there was no way to stop you when you were this determined. ~*~ The next day you got ready early in the morning, you would be taking a bus that would take you the closest to the castle as possible. However the foot walk from the stop to the castle was still a long one, especially since you had to walk through a forest, without an actual road. You knew what you were doing was dangerous, but something told you it was the right decision. The little hand mirror you had brought showed, who you believed to be General Lee Seoho talking excitedly to someone outside of the mirror. Could it be possible he knew you were on your way? Your picked up your pace, but still careful not to trip on the uneven ground of the forest. The sun was standing high in the sky when you took a short break on a tree stump. After your small break you collected all your belongings and put it back into the backpack you were carrying. Back on your way the scenery in front of you started to flicker and for a second you thought if maybe you had been under the sun for too long. You rubbed your eyes and when you slowly opened them again, you found a long road out of small white stones leading up to an impressively big castle in the distance. It looked nothing like the pictures you had seen, there was no sign of a fire at all. You made your way up to the castle the stones making a little noise under your footsteps, however you stopped when you saw a figure come your way. He stopped in front of you and both of you stared at each other, not fully believeing that the person you had only seen in a mirror until now was actually standing in front of you. "It's really you? General Lee Seoho?" you asked with a wavering voice slowly taking a step forward, touching his face with your fingers to see if you weren't dreaming his face felt real and his eyes stared into yours as a smile spread on his face. "I haven't heard that title in years." he answered as he quickly engulfed you in a hug. "I'm sorry I wasn't able to protect you before." You felt his body shaking and tears streamed down his face. "It's okay. I'm here now." you smiled at him fondly, washing away his tears with your thumb.

#oneus #oneus seoho #oneus imagines #oneus scenarios #oneus fanfic #oneus x reader #oneus seoho x reader #oneus soulmate!au #oneus kpop #kpop #kpop oneus #kpop soulmate!au #kpop fanfic #kpop scenarios #kpop x reader #stan oneus #go stream black mirror pls #admin j

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castiel-loves-pudding · 4 years

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Okay, hear me out,,,

I’ve recently once again come across the show Pushing Daisies (Bryan Fuller creator of Hannibal also made this show. Do what you will with this info.) I remember seeing this show when I was younger and loving it. I really, really recommend it to anyone who loves a quirky love story with a side of fantasy crime. (Heads up though, the series was unfortunately cancelled and was left on a cliffhanger. So if your poor heart can take that, knowing you won’t have a happy ending, go for it.... *cries* but some of you may already be used that. Haha am I right?! *bum dum tss* I’ll see my way out.) That being said, watching it again there was one thing that kept popping up in my mind. This could be a perfect AU for Destiel.

I have a feeling I’m not the only one who’s had this thought. But I haven’t seen a post, but there MUST be other people who’ve felt the same way as me. Let’s start with the basics of story,

First up we have Ned, the Pie Maker

That’s right, the Pie maker. Now let’s think for a bit, who do we know loves pies. Probably dreams about them too. *taps chin* Ah, could it be out very own Dean Winchester.

Why yes, I think that’s our guy. Okay okay, let’s move on.

The love interest and Lover of Bees and Honey, Charlotte “Chuck” Charles.

Now that also sounds very similar. A fan of bees and honey? Whoa there. Kind of sounds like the blue eyed angel we all know and love. Castiel as a matter of fact.

Then last but not least, Emerson Cod. A business friend and fellow Private investigator, who with the help of Ned, solve crimes.

Apart from being a sassy investigator who reminds me a lot of Sammy, Emerson also knits when really stressed. And let’s just say, I would love that for Sam.

Okay I think that should cover it for who would be who for now. But trust me, there are other wonderful characters in the show, who would also be fun to swap and place supernatural characters. Now let me give you further details to the story, for those who aren’t too familiar with the show.

Ned the Piemaker can bring dead people back to life with a single touch. Of course there are consequences:

Touch a dead person (or any life form) once, they come back

Touch alive person again, they die (again) permanently this time though

Revived person can only stay alive for about a minute, if longer then another life form (equal to the one revived) has to takes its place and die. That’s the consequence.

Pretty straight forward right? So Ned and Chuck, what’s their story. It all starts when they’re kids, neighbors across each other who play together. Ned soon enough has a crush on Chuck but before anything else can happen, Neds mother dies (from an aneurysm I believe). Ned knowing he has the gift to bring people back, touches his mother.

As of now, Ned has no idea of the rules regarding his gift. So when his Mother passes the minute mark, Chucks father dies in her place. Ned is aware of this and feels guilty. Later in the day when Ned is placed to bed, his mother kisses him good night... killing her instantly. This is where he learns about not being able to bring people back a second time. Now both parents dead on the same day, a week later both have funerals on the same day. Where both Ned and Chuck see each other for the last time. And overcome with emotions and what not, they have their first kiss. This would be the last time they see each other. For now. Ned is immediately after sent to a boarding school, father practically leaving him to start up a new family. (*cough* just as bad as J*hn Winchester *cough*) And Chuck, she goes to live with her two aunts who are antisocial.

20 years later, Ned now has a grasp on how his gift works and currently works as a pie maker. One day a perp was running away from Emerson and jumped off a building. His body immediately bounces off of Ned, who had been taking out trash in the back alley, and comes back to life. Knowing what he has to do, he runs after the guy and touches him again. Emerson saw everything and is now the only other guy who knows about Neds gift. They get to talking and form an alliance as business partners solving crimes and splitting the cash reward. Ned questions the dead and both figure out the rest. That’s when suddenly, Chuck is in front of Ned as a deceased person with a questionable death.

Doing what he does, Ned brings back Chuck, but is immediately bombarded with his feelings of her and rekindling his crush from childhood. Taking a long time to think and finally letting Chuck live past the minute mark. (Someone else dies.) Ned explains their current situation to Chuck, and how he can no longer touch her, specifically no skin contact.

Now this is the fun part, these two being in love, but having to work their way around being intimate with each other. And that’s where you get amazing solutions to their affection seeking. Because we really don’t want Chuck to die.

Kissing like this

Ooor like this :)

Holding hands by imitating the feeling like this

🥺🥺🥺

Gosh I’m a sucker for that. Sue me.

This is all great stuff, right!! Now imagine all this, but Destiel. I know I know.

😔🤚

I’ll give you minute to let that sink in.... okay now it’s been sunk in. But think about it! Like in the show, there would be moments where Castiel would trip and Dean would (against his very will) won’t catch Cas. And when Dean wants to hug Cas, he’ll ask Sam to do it in his place. (Later on they find they can hug safely with a plastic sheet.) But in the meantime Sam has to (reluctantly) offer the comfort Dean wishes he could give Cas.

Cas with his bees making amazing honey, that gets glazed onto Deans wonderful pies 😋. Solving crimes alongside with Sam (who sometimes is 100% done with their antics. Because he really doesn’t have times for this bs, they have to solve the case!)

Both Dean and Cas sleeping in the same room on separate beds. (Later a plastic sheet wall is placed on a bed so they can now sleep together.) Dean telling Cas to sit in the back seat of the car so they don’t accidentally touch each other in the front. Soon Dean modifying the front by placing a plastic wall and a glove hole so they can hold hands. (Ahhh me corazon 😫🫀 it hurts.) Dean getting extremely jealous when other people catch Cas, preventing him from falling. Or holding his hands. (I’m dead. That’s it. I’m gone.)

#seriously though there must be other people who thought of this #right?!?!#I mean look at that #piemaker and bee lover???#that’s as clear as day Destiel content right there #please anyone #you see it to right #dean winchester #jensen ackles #misha collins #destiel #supernatural #sam winchester #deancas #pushing daisies #I will most definitely be adding to this #just you wait

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im-totally-not-an-alien · 4 years

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Final Fantasy prompts no 52

1. Cloud getting swarmed by orphans who proceed to put make up on him, Tifa, and Yuffie.

When they are "revealed" to eachother, Cloud asks, "Am I pretty?" With a blank face and monotone voice.

2. Clouds reaction to different people saying, "I have a crush on you"

That exact phrase. No other wording or phrases.

3. #2 but its everyone in AVALANCHE saying this to Cloud one at a time, once a day.

Example: Yuffie on Tuesday, Tifa on Wednesday, Barret on Thursday, etc.

This is because they were trying a misguided attempt at making Vincent comfortable enough to actually confess.

When Vincent does confess, however, Cloud doesn't believe him. Oops.

4. Palmer was being a prick again. Ever since the "Incident" in the conference room when they discovered Sephiroths...relationship...with laser pointers, Palmer had been sneaking them in and teasing the poor man with them.

Scarlett had been the most recent victim, having the small red dot travel across her breasts without her knowledge. When she noticed the general staring at her cleavage, a whole host of questions flittered threw her mind, the most prominent being, "Am I about to get laid?"

By the time she noticed the dot it was too late. Catboy pounced.

Her last thought before she was squished by hard muscle and leather was "Oh, no."

Later, there was a mysterious surge in people writing fanfiction about Sephiroth pouncing on people...

5. Cloud chunking a ceramic vase full of catnip grass at Sephiroths head and yelling, "Happy birthday, asshole!"

6. Yuffie often observed how cat-like Cloud was, and just never questioned it.

Years later when Tifa says something about it, Yuffie was like, "You guys never noticed? He's always been like that."

Additionally, Vincent trailing his fingers through Clouds hair as the blond rests his head in the gunman lap. All was well and good until Cloud began purring in his sleep.

He wasn't sure what to do with this information.

7. Time traveler Cloud lands in the Shinra building and immediately gets spotted. He fights his way down with First Tsurugi until he's confronted by a familiar mop of spikey blond hair.

He has a blond moment of, "Oh, that's me. Oh- I'm shooting at myself. Lovely." He then proceeded to kidnap his younger self, much to Zacks dismay.

Now Cloud has Zack, Sephiroth, and two people he doesn't know hunting him like a wild animal.

It doesn't help that his past self is uncooperative

8. Zack as the hero instead of Cloud.

They made it to Midgar, but Cloud remained in a coma at 7th heaven. There was even a big rescue scene where he woke up and saved Marlene when the plate fell. Everyone thinks they're dead, but they find refuge with Elmira after AVALANCHE leaves Midgar.

Zack being referred to as "puppy" by Sephiroth in the same way Cloud is referred to as "puppet"

Also, Zack with green cat eyes

9. A group of scientists working under a mysterious organization managed to obtain samples of Clouds DNA, thus managing to revive the SOLDIER program.

But they made a mistake.

Cloud was made using large amounts of S and J-cells. Cells that mutated and changed him. He feels the new SOLDIERs as they change, as they are reborn. He feels them as they come alive with his cells, senses them like blinking lights on a sonar. The pull of REUNION has never been this strong before, but strangely, the blond didn't feel drawn anywhere.

When he first saw them he knew. He knew immediately what had happened and what the scientists had done, but it didn't matter. All that mattered was that he had babies and they needed him.

Needed their Mother

And so Gaia cries for another twisted hero

10. Someone from the Silver Elite writes romantic fanfiction of Sephiroth and Genesis and it starts a shipping war with people writing fanfiction about their favorite pairings.

A particularly...mature... piece of romantic high fantasy fanfiction involving himself and some blond named Cloud actually makes it to Sephiroth and he reads it.

He admittedly becomes curious of, "The pretty little fae" that has a solid hold on a significant amount of people in the Silver Elite.

Too bad the blond is avoiding him, like the plague and blushing as red as a beet the moment he sees him. He must have read something the fangirls made.

(Its funnier if you add time traveler AC Cloud but cuter if its CC Cloud. Idk which one I like better)

11. Angeal tries to teach CC Zack and Cloud how to build a bookshelf.

Cloud does pretty good, but Zack...actually, Angeal isn't sure what that is.

Zack called it art, so they were gonna go with that.

That's how they spent the rest of the evening, making wierd art that makes people stare in wonder and confusion.

12. Time travel shenanigans where Genesis's Jenova powers interfere with Clouds and now all the SOLDIERS that were in the Shinra tower with them when it happened have been turned into catboys.

It doesn't really change anything. It's still business as usual, just with a few extra appendages.

Angeal, who wasn't there at the time, has to muffle his laughter everytime he sees his friends.

It doesn't help that the company is pushing for Sephiroth to do a commercial showing off his new assets.

AC Cloud escaped and is on the run, but it's so much harder to blend in when you have cat ears on your head 24/7. Maybe he could wear a hat, but he wasn't sure what to do about the tail.

13. You remember that part in advent children where those monsters came out of the shadows that the remnants sent after Cloud?

Yeah, Cloud can do that. Not the, "summon eldrich monsters" thing, though he can probably do that too. I mean the "sinking into your own shadow to travel at high speeds/ through cracks in walls".

He finds this out by getting out of bed and falling into his shadow and slinking around like that until someone notices him.

He can't speak, so Barret and the others think the little shodow thing ate their blond friend or something.

Cloud is so frustrated and confused from being stuck in his shadow. Poor guy.

14. Gang leader Cloud x Mafia boss Sephiroth

15. Au where most things are the same, but Cloud and Sephiroth are both demons.

Sephiroth was raised in Shinra and frequently studies his dead race, believing he is the last of his kind and these books were all that were left of his people.

Then he found Cloud, who hated him on sight. As it turns out, Sephiroth is from the Cresent family. A clan of notoriously powerful and cruel demons with silver hair. What's worse is that the man was from the Strife clan, his family's enemy.

They had been at war for eons, with the Cresent family often becoming infatuated or obsessed with a Strife. They even had a phrase, which translated to, "Little song bird, you would look so pretty in a cage"

Needless to say the blond wanted nothing to do with him. So naturally, Sephiroth kidnapped him.

Demon Vincent is kind of there in the background, hiding himself like a smart person and watching over his blond friend and his deceased lover Lucricia's nephew. He allows most things, but ninjas his way in when he feels things are going too far.

#cloud strife #sephiroth #sefikura #vincent valentine #zack fair #angeal hewley #genesis rhapsodos #yuffie kisaragi #ff7 #sephiroth+x+cloud #ff7 prompts #ff7 story prompts #prompts #story prompts #final fantasy story prompts #final fantasy 7 story prompts #final fantasy 7 #writing fanfiction about writing fanfiction

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aethersea · 4 years

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you know what, I never do these things, but actually I’ve decided I would like to get to know people better! I would like to partake of the mortifying ordeal! I would like to talk about myself for a bit!

ok for the next...let’s say five days I will answer any of these things that people tag me in, or any random personal questions you plop in my ask box. I don’t have an ask meme on hand but just....pick one you’ve seen recently, or make up questions of your own, and I’ll answer. (the answer might be ‘nope that’s private’ but I will answer.) (@ the anon who asked for book recs - I see you, I’ve been thinking of books all day, I’m going to give you SUCH a long answer, I hope you don’t regret your choices bc it WILL be full of gushing)

alright, let’s go!

🌻 Tag 9 people you want to get to know better

Tagged by @booksandchainmail

Last Song: I’m currently listening to “Falcon in the Dive” from the Scarlet Pimpernel musical on loop. I watched one or two Scarlet Pimpernel movies when I was just barely too young to fully get what was going on, and the story’s held an odd but deep-seated place in my heart ever since. A few years ago I found out there’s a musical and most of the songs are pretty stellar (go listen to “Madame Guillotine” if you like big ensemble broadway numbers, it’s a banger, the bit where he cries out for God has been running through my mind on and off for a few days now haha not like that’s topical or anything), so every once in a while I spend a few days listening to them a lot.

Sometime last year I read the actual book, and got super into the whole concept of the Scarlet Pimpernel for a while. I plotted out Pimpernel aus for several fandoms, I read the entire wikipedia article, and I went looking for bootlegs of the musical. I didn’t find one, but I did find a full radioplay-style recording of the script, complete with full musical numbers, and listened to it like a podcast.

Reader, I was so disappointed. The play adds some scenes, bc a lot of the dramatic tension of the novel comes from internal conflict and that doesn’t stage super well, and the very first scene of this play – a play written in the NINETIES – features our dashing hero rescuing some aristocrats from a French prison, and then saying to the person in the next cell, who begs for rescue but is not an aristocrat, “We have enough of your kind in England.”

Enough! of your KIND! What in the merry frickety HECK my dudes!! The book has some rather unfortunate™ takes but it is from 1905, it’s regrettable but sadly to be expected. This play is from 1997. It has NO excuse. This scene wasn’t even in the book! What! the heck!

I was so disheartened that I lost my excitement for the play, and a couple songs later I stopped listening. It occurred to me just a few days ago that you could actually stage that ironically, with the person in the cell giving the audience a “can you believe this” look, and then the rest of the play could feature assorted non-aristocratic ensemble members constantly looking at the audience like they’re on The Office. And hey, maybe that’s what they did, or something similar – maybe that was never meant to be taken as a cleanly heroic stance, and the play deals with it in a complex way. It’s possible. I wouldn’t know. Kinda doubt it though, based on song lyrics.

Favorite Color: red, probably

Last Movie: I watched that new lesbian christmas movie with my family for christmas, the one with kirsten stewart and the guy from schitt’s creek. it’s very sweet and good and kinda sad, and I really enjoyed it. it also incidentally has the best gay best friend trope in probably anything ever, bc it’s not a trope (I didn’t realize until several hours after watching that it technically fits), it’s just a guy who is the protagonist’s best friend, and they’re just all gay, and then when he Gives Relationship Advice as a gay best friend always does, it’s advice about how to deal with your partner’s hangups around coming out.

actually every part of the gay best friend trope becomes better when they’re just best friends who are both gay. the big dramatic gestures (in this case, driving some ungodly distance in the snow on no notice) go from “haha how kooky” to “queer man will do anything he needs to to rescue his queer friend from an isolating & potentially triggering situation”. the relationship advice isn’t “honey you deserve some self-respect, treat yourself”, it’s a deeply sincere reminder of the vulnerability that is shared across almost everyone’s queer experience, and look I could ramble about this for a long time before reaching a coherent point but I’m INTO IT, okay? I’m into it.

Last Show: you want me to remember what show I last finished???? impossible, cannot be done, it was a long time ago and the adhd has eaten everything that happened before last week. here, instead I’ll tell you about another movie I watched, late at night with my mom in cozy companionship just a couple days ago. it’s called Quigley Down Under and it’s about a cowboy who goes to Australia and kills a bunch of racists, 10/10 would watch again. it’s from 1990 but it feels much older, with the music choices and the cinematography of a 70s Western. the cowboy is great, honorable and fearless and kind, but the breakaway star of this movie for me is the woman who attaches herself to his side and refuses to leave. her name is Cora, and she’s crazy, in the sense that she’s not altogether tethered to reality, but this never for a second diminishes her agency. she’s fierce and clever and compassionate, and she basically never does anything she doesn’t want to in the whole movie. her arc is about overcoming trauma by taking charge of her own fear and facing it head-on, she is never belittled or dismissed by the narrative or the protagonist, and look she’s just so cool. I love her. she’s so vibrantly alive. her story could probably have been handled with a bit more nuance, but honestly for the 90s it’s pretty great. I’m no expert, but I found nothing objectionable in it, just a bit of heavy-handedness.

anyway the theme of the movie is that racism is evil and racists deserve to be shot, and this too could have been handled better (not a single aboriginal character speaks a single line of english in this movie), but it follows through on that message in every way, while still being a fun kinda campy cowboy movie. overall a very good time.

Currently Watching: started showing my sister Hilda the other day, and she’s liking it! I love that show, it’s so incredibly cute. can’t wait to see season 2

Currently Reading: lmao I wish. lately the brain has firmly rejected all attempts to read anything of any length. currently pending, bc I was halfway through them when my brain stalled out, are tano’s fic What Does Kill You Can Make You Stronger, Too, a Toby Daye book - I think it was The Brightest Fell, I got like half a chapter in and haven’t picked it up in over a month, the Locked Tomb series, and probably a few other things too. ooh! also a book called Making Sex by thomas laqueur, which is my fancy academic reading that I’ve been doing in short bursts for the past year or two when I feel fancy and academic. it’s about the development of the concept of biological sex and of gender in Western society, and it’s fascinating. has among other things introduced me to the idea that until quite recently, fathers were a matter of faith. the mother? yeah, you can watch the baby pop out, we all know who the mother is. but the father? how can you know? how can you really know? we have paternity tests these days, but for all of human history up until now, we've just had to take fatherhood on faith. (not to mention we didn’t even know what fathers were contributing to the production of a fetus. clearly it was something, since you can’t get pregnant without a penis getting involved, but we have literally not known what until the past few decades. and that is wild. it has colored ALL of human history, all of our conceptions of society and family and kinship and gender, all of it, and it hadn’t even occurred to me until it was spelled out for me in this book, and it’s just......wow.

Salty, sweet or savory: for christmas my sister and I made seven different types of cookie, most of them involving chocolate somehow.

Craving: no bc I ate so many cookies. unless sleep counts. or maybe pringles, it’s been many moons since last I had a potato chip and I miss them.

Coffee or Tea: no thank you

Tagging: @coloursisee, @krchy-tuna, @sam-j-squirrel, @xzienne, @mirandatam, @viciousmaukeries, @sepulchritude, @elidyce, and @navigatorsnorth bc it’s been a while since we’ve talked, and I’m super hyped that you’re married now. v happy for you!

#finx rambles #finx has friends on the internet #be sure to tag me if you do this so I can go read it!#also you don't have to yammer on as much as I do #I'm just Like This you know #hmm perhaps I should readmore this actually #hmmmmmmm #I think I will use the excuse that it is 6 am to not do that #on account of how surely there are not many people up #and anyway this isn't meant for reblogging; you will only have to deal with this post once

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whoknowsbud · 4 years

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Stand Mutation AU

Warning, this is FILLED with body horror! And somewhat loose but present connections to the recent epidemic! Mainly in part 4...

These are mostly just lists of the designs, and this post will only contain parts 3 & 5. There’s a lot more bulk to what was written to part 4, and there’s a lot more angst written, so that’s going to be a separate post.

(Which is now here!)

The idea here is essentially taking the ‘stand sickness’ Holy and Josuke had and twisting it into overdrive. Rather than gaining stands, the infected mutate (often horrifically, but there are some who look almost unaffected) based on their in-canon stands. The uninfected don’t see the full image; the shapes and colors come through, but not completely. The common headlight-style eyes are a big giveaway (until they’re not).

The mutations here will also commonly hinder most functions, especially rational thought. It’s most often temporary as the infected adjusts to the changes of their body. This can take a number of forms, but what happened to the Nijimura brothers is the worst it gets. The term for this for now is going to be ‘fried’.

The infection is only transferred by the arrow, and genetic relation.

Part 3

Holy has flowers growing on her body. Has a way better handle on it than Jotaro; fully present and coherent, the flowers just need to sap a little of her energy to grow big and bright. So, yeah, she's completely fine.

Jotaro ends up this ethereal star man with so much luscious hair, but also partly fried at the start; ends up being essentially like a big dog for a while (acts on base instinct and can’t articulate).

Joseph’s arms become vines. That’s it, that’s all. Vines for arms.

Avdol is pretty much just fused with Magician’s Red. I say ‘just’, but he’s pretty damn rad.

Kakyoin is basically a bunch of wires, wrapped to make a more human shape. Rather than shooting solid energy bursts, he can send energy through the wires.

Polnareff, like Avdol, is also just fused with his Silver Chariot. The armor and sword are still removable.

Iggy is made of sand. Can shapeshift, often takes the form of a wolf, because he can and he wants to.

Hol Horse has a gun for a hand. Yes, that's all.

Gray Fly... tiny man. Beetle sized old man with beetle wings and dagger tongue. Nasty nasty.

Imposter Captain Tenille is a fish-man, simple as that. Basically take Dark Blue Moon and put it in the mans clothes. This makes it obvious that he’s the enemy the moment he comes out, but Anne is still under some suspicion at first.

Forever is just Strength. Green ship with orangutang face.

Devo basically is Ebony Devil. Imagine making a (somewhat crappy) almost life size doll of Devo, and there you go. Rather than needing a grudge to act, he forms his grudge as he fights, making him stronger.

Rubber Soul is just Yellow Temperance; when he went through stand puberty he just pretty much melted.

J. Geil is just Hanged Man; only seen through reflections. Tied a knife to his hand.

Nena is almost the same as canon; she assimilates a beautiful woman to host her real body (which has no skin covering, so here she needs a host, the looks are just preference), and still leaves parasites on victims through her blood.

ZZ's stand mutation is actually his arm. His arm is the car.

Enya… ghost? Still uses fog for the illusions, still does puppet stuff? But then Jotaro would still have to suck her down so NO, THANKS

Steely Dan, the crab man. Can duplicate himself but at NOWHERE near the same rate. Not as effective either. He's about the size of your average 14 year old.

Arabia Fats is just. On fire. Fire man. Human torch. But more fire. Just fire.

Mannish boy appears with a flat, jester-like face, so the group knows to refuse.

Cameo... genie?

Midler is basically herself with High Priestess's power to become any mineral. Still can shapeshift, but its limited.

N’Doul… could be a water man. Sends his hand out so he can stay safely out of most people’s range.

Anubis... is just the same Anubis as canon. It's a sword, what were you expecting?

Mariah is the magnetizer. It happens through contact, and feels like a small static shock. It does not work on normal people, although they do feel the shock.

Alessi has just become a shadow, his own silhouette, that de-ages those it touches like in canon, with the same eyes and manifesting ability, too. Cannot talk.

The D’arby brothers are a terrible amalgamation of the souls they’ve taken.

Pet Shop is... just its stand I think.

Vanilla Ice is another stand/user mix. As uncomfortable as the v o r e is, it seems like the only sensible thing...

Dio is similar to Jotaro. But green & yellow, with more disturbing growths (those... bullet chain suspenders looking things, and the apparent oxygen tanks on the back). He's a bit distorted, rippling in time with the seconds.

Part 5

Haruno becomes a plant creature (Oh you want limbs? Limbs to hold things? Too bad, you get tendrils!), changes his name to Giorno. The human body is still inside, controlling everything. When he’s truly happy, he blooms.

Bruno's body is just zippers. They can all be opened or closed (although if they're all opened he's kind of a mess, and its an awful noise), and what's under them is just a void. He seems to have glowing orbs as eyes, revealed by a single open zipper over where his eyes would be. To resemble a more human form, he has zippers on his head to look like hair. There are a few zippers that hang off his arms and legs almost like fins, and he will whip you with them.

Abbachio is a glitchy creature that looks like someone constantly flipping channels, with a sort of goo coating his body in almost the exact way it does Moody Blues.

Narancia is a ‘cyborg’, fighting logic output to stay ‘human’

Mista basically goes through mitosis, becoming 7 of himself; but it takes time for them to truly separate.

Fugo appears to be normal, but he has this ‘oxygen’ tank & connected mask. The Purple Haze virus is more of a gas here, produced in his lungs, so he has to have a way to contain it when he's around others. Once he starts getting emotional, he sort of melts into a zombie-like form; starts looking like a typical victim of Purple Haze.

(Giorno's able to take in an absurd amount of toxins and pollution and spit out a shit ton of oxygen, so there's much less concern.)

WE RETAIN THE DINOSAUR SPICE GIRL HERE, TRISH IS A STRETCHY & SQUISHY LIZARDWOMAN.

Mr President is a cube, still with the room. He's like a box. A box turtle, you might say.

Polpo is still in prison. His shadow does pretty much everything Black Sabbath does. Permanent poggers face.

Zucchero is a slug. Has spikes on his body that perform Soft Machine’s ability, and they’re barbed to grab the deflated forms.

Sale... maybe he's already dead. Infection stopped his own heart or something. Or hes like.. a landmark. Like Angelo in canon; fully immobile, but sort of immortal. /till you destroy the body I guess...

Formaggio’s size is constantly fluctuating, not always proportionately consistent.

Illuso... doesn't exist outside of mirrors. He can still communicate to those on the other side, and pull them in, but can't leave, himself. He works similarly to Yoshihiro Kira; ig seal the mirror, you seal him.

Prosciutto has so many eyes. Just all over, so so many. Somewhat shriveled up from the waist down.

Pesci has a fishing pole arm I guess...

Melone is some sort of... digital-ish cyborg thing. The Babyface kids are the same though

Ghiaccio is essentially fused with his suit, with the weak spot in the back of his neck frozen over. It’s actually like the mane of a lion, but ice; he can’t turn his head at all, speaking is near impossible, and eating is a struggle as well. The white album fight reveals a lot:

Due to literally being plants, Giorno has to revert back to Haruno or risk serious danger. This is the first time he’s come out; they knew he existed (he was mentioned in passing) but they weren't sure if he was alive or dead. When he can take his plants form again, it’s... kind of horrifying. Roots and vines coming out of his body, wrapping around him...

Risotto is basically a living Metallica colony. Take risotto, make every 5x5 pixels a metallica bean, there you go that’s him.

Squalo... Sharkboy

Tiziano looks fine, but his mouth is all wrong. Tongues like a starfish.

Secco... mud? Mudman?

Cioccolata looks like a zombie, moldy and decomposed an shit.

Diavolo and Doppio are... basically, literally, just King Crimson and Epitaph. They can apparently switch places? Maybe

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P e a r l s & T e a r s

⋆ pairing: siren!ateez x pirate!reader (poly!ateez)

⋆ genre: siren au, pirate au, yandere au, suggestive

⋆ warnings: yandere content, obsessiveness/possessiveness, alcohol, strong language, storm, blood, ship accident, death, mentions of impregnation, captivity, mentions of harassment, mind manipulation, betrayal

⋆ words: 5,600

a/n: they’re not really brothers; sirens can walk on land in this story

„Manipulation is a beautiful thing, especially when the one who is manipulated doesn’t realize it anymore.“

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„Seisinoe is again missing... where’s our brother?“

„I’ve seen him going down to the mermaids lagoon. He just can’t get enough.“ Molpe giggles and pours himself another glass of wine.

„I will get him.“

„Great. Than we can finally discuss the urging process of our dying blood line!“ Haglaophonos grumbles out annoyed and sits down on one of the thrones at the head of the circle

He watches the others playing around and practicing their sword combat while waiting for Simperopa to return with their brother. Lately he thinks he’s the only one who takes the topic to heart and especially Seisinoe is disappointing him these last days with his ignorance. Usually he’s the most decent one out of them and the one urging the others to think straight...

Warthenope observes how the night probably brings out some of the most enormous anger of poseidon this year. Fortunately the thick walls of their huge estate is keeping away the wind which is howling against the closed windows while the young siren studied the power of the waves that are crashing against the coast.

Poor bastards that are trying to sail through this storm right now...Yeukosia joins him at the balcony and hands him another glass of wine which he accepts.

„Whoever‘s outside tonight is surely going to die.“

„Why’s he so angry?“

Yeukosia frowns a little bit and eyes the surface of the sea with high interest.

„Don’t assume he’s angry everytime a storm rages. I can’t remember to anger him with anything lately, well, I can only talk for myself of course.“

Warthenope turns around and takes a huge sip from the liquid.

„If I think about it, you’re right. This one seems to be different.“

One thing was sure, the storm was enormous. Whereas every decent person is locked inside their homes at land right now you are desperately clinging on the mainmast of the ship you called your home since the last five years.

With your last strength your try to save anyone of your crew who were lucky to not be thrown into the wilding sea by now. You don’t know where your captain is and practically see nothing while crying and screaming for the others that are poorfully dying right in front of your eyes.

The ship is thrown from side to side and you can hear the wood crackling everytime another wave comes crashing down on the surface or against it. Of course it wasn’t the first storm you encounter but this one seemed to be sent by Poseidon himself. Suddenly a lightning meets the top of the main mast and you see your look-out falling down painfully slamming into the ground in front of you.

You curse under your breath and cough because of the huge amount of water that entered your system by now. You shriek back when you feel the mainmast shake from side to side and like in a time loop it crashes down into the water.

You’re trying to save yourself on all fours to the other side of the ship when it starts to break into two halves. The last thing you see is another mast coming down and after that only black dots forming in front of your eyes...

It’s funny that you always believed it only happens in fairy tales that some poor soul could survive a huge storm and regain their consciousness back at the beach of an isolated island. But here you are, slowly opening your eyes and feeling the urge to cough out the water that still lingers in your lungs.

Where the heck am I?

Of course it took some time to gain back your senses and to slowly get into a sitting position. Your clothes are ruined and your skin is dirty but you not seem to be hurt anywhere except the big wound on your head from the mast. You groan out when you pat your head and see the blood on your fingers.

Rather fast you search for a hiding spot when you hear some voices behind the rocks but your legs are still too tired to move your body even only the slightest. Much to your dismay the voices become louder and you see a small convoy of guards nearing your form. After spotting you they of course increase their speed and stop you from crawling away from them.

„What do we have here? A stranded?“

The others of the group only laugh at how the man roughly jerks you up by your arm and he furrows his brows at your worn out state.

„You have to be extremely lucky to survive a storm like that...“

„Sir, Poseidon himself unleashed the sea yesterday. Seeing a girl like her surviving it and stranding here is a miracle. We should take here to the masters...“

„That’s a great idea... You, girl, maybe you can bring luck to our lords and make them happy again. If you’re not able to, well, then I will have some fun with you!“ You flinch back and try to free yourself from the young man but without success...

After what seems like an eternity up the coast and through a town where everyone’s pretty busy they arrive with you in front of big gates. They open and the guards practically drag you to the entry of an enormous mansion and inside of it. Never before have you seen such luxury like in this moment. The place could have belonged to Zeus himself if it wasn’t for the fact that you were on earth and not high in the skies.

Before you realize it a man with beautiful shiny black hair and dark eyes stands in front of you eyeing you down with a curious look.

„Who’s this?“

„Oh my, master Seisinoe! This is a stranded we found at the beach today!“

The man tilts his head a little bit and rounds your form with careful steps while his arms are behind his back. He screams authority and this isn’t only about the guards who are still in a bowing position since he came into the scene. No, it’s something about his gaze and how he moves that intimidates but fascinates you in the same time.

You flinch a little bit when he leans down behind you and starts to whisper into your ear after he dismissed the guards.

„You don’t know where you are am I right? You’re clearly from another part of this boring world... Pirates normally don’t come along these waters so care to explain what you and the others were looking for here?“

It’s intriguing how he could tell so much with only the little information of your appearance. He isn’t wrong, you are indeed looking for something.

„Answer me little bird...“ You can feel his fingers sliding through your hair and a shiver runs down your spine.

„Brother! Leave her, we‘re going to the main hall I already told the others.“ Seisinoe rolls with his eyes and takes your wrist to guide you into the right direction.

„What a mood killer.“

Guess you can call yourself pretty lucky that you are still alive to this point although being stranded on a foreign island. Luckily you are not stupid enough to act too rushed and decide to wait and analyze you chances to escape.

Seisinoe stops in the middle of a big hall and sends you a gaze which means stay here or you will regret it. After that he takes his place on one of the eight thrones in front of you. Your eyes drift over everyone of them while you’re trying to think who they could be.

After everyone is seated a man in the middle coughs a little bit to get the attention of everyone. It seems like he tries to think about what to say and your brows furrow when you notice one of the men glaring at you with a mischievous smirk. Either he’s a sadist and happy about torturing you soon or - and that’s absolutely ridiculous - he’s flirting with you.

Looking down yourself you observe the last dirty clothes that protect your naked skin from the mens’ eyes and you gulp slowly but relax a little bit when they avert their gaze as if they notic your discomfort.

„What’s your name girl?“

„Y/N.“

„And where are you from?“

„You wouldn’t recognize it anyway...“

„Is that so? Well, I have to apologize in the name of our guards for being so rough with you also you have to be tired and hungry regarding the fact you cannot even stand properly... We will continue this talk when you are taken care of.“

With a clap of his hands some maids appear and guide you away from them to an equally rich decorated room. After a few minutes they return with a lot of food and a physician looks over your wound. Everyone of them is nothing but nice and respectful towards you and it seems genuine so you thank them afterwards.

With a full stomach and after a long and needed bath you fall into the bed and drift into the dreamland.

Haglaophonos and Yeukosia continued to ask you the next morning and explained where you and who they are. Never in your life would you have thought that you would meet some royal sirens. Sirens alone were very rare and a mystery themselves but getting to know them and their own island where they were technically the kings impressed you.

Although they knew that you were a pirate they told you to be a peaceful folk and would help you to find your crew or what still remained of them. Under the condition that you won’t tell anybody about their location and they wouldn’t secretly inform the other states about you.

As the people of the island and the sirens themselves didn’t really needed boats or ships because they had everything they needed it had to take some time to provide you with a ship and a crew that would take you back to some pirate site.

The people of the island were warm-hearted and laid-back and always had a helping hand. The weather usually was sunny and the breeze of the sea refreshed your state and mind. The whole place felt like you were on vacation. Also you learnt to know that some of the sirens really loved to spoil you with everything they could think about. You room was soon decorated with the most beautiful flowers, jewelry and clothes.

Sometimes you felt overwhelmed with all the recognition and attention they gave you so you always sticked with the most inconspicuous pieces out of their presents to not come off rude by using nothing they gifted you.

The big halls of their estate sometimes intimidated you and as they forbid you from helping with the ship building you busied yourself with exploring the island and helping some of the people. You enjoyed teaching the children something of your home language or helping the elderly with their daily tasks.

Soon the conversations about the mysterious pretty lady in the mansion of their rulers increased and it didn’t left unnoticed by the sirens. Of course, sometimes the thought crossed your mind... Why haven’t they just killed you? Why feed you, give you a bed and swamp you with the most expensive things? What was so special about you to let you live and build a whole ship for you?

As time flew by you got closer to some of the boys. Especially Yhelxiope and Warthenope became some of the best companions on the sometimes boring island days. They were funny and like the brothers that you always wanted in your childhood.

Haglaophonos and Yeukosia were usually busy with the administration of their state. Whereas Yeukosia was well-read and a little bit mysterious Haglaophonos often wore a serious face. Strangely he had a quite cute site, too, and you couldn’t deny the fact that it brought butterflies to your stomach whenever he smiled at you.

Usually Jigeia and Molpe were hard to find and to hang out with. At the dinners they often rushed to take a seat next to you and talked with you a lot but it really left you curious what they were after to in a day.

The last ones included Simperopa and Seisinoe. Simperopa usually hang out at the training field and you enjoyed watching him practicing his combat skills. Sometimes you just pretended to train out a little bit yourself but secretly you liked to see him. He was a hot young man and he looked good while concentrating so you didn’t feel bad about it because you obviously weren’t the only one who enjoyed his training.

Seisinoe on the other hand was the only one who acted hostile towards you, or, maybe more creepy? You didn’t know what it was but you were still fascinated by the authority he radiated off and often only his presence could make you weak in your knees. Seisinoe of course knew what effect he had and you quickly learnt that he spend a lot of his time with girls and mermaids. They were some interesting creatures with their beautiful eyes and tails. Not once were you able to see the boys in their natural state with a tail and the one time you asked Haglaophonos he just giggled a little bit and called you a curious little doll.

It took about maybe three to four weeks when you carefully asked Yeukosia if he knew when the ship would be ready. Back then his orbs widened and his eyes turned into a dangerous yellow color. His features hardened and he gave you a lecture about how you should be thankful and not pressurize their hard working people to do more than they are able to. Tears formed and you quickly apologied to him feeling very ashamed. Yeukosia slowly went back to his usual composed stature and took you into his embrace. He caressed your hair and told you it was ok and he wouldn’t tell the others so they wouldn’t be hurt because of your thoughtless words. You didn’t even understand why it would be inappropriate to ask but something about his outburst affected your own judgment of the situation.

After a while you decided to stop asking about the ship and your plan to get back to your life always fearing to anger the nice sirens in any way and just waited patiently for the day to come.

„Y/N? Could you please come to the garden in half an hour?“

„Ehm, yes of course!“

Jigeia nears your form in front of the mirror and lays his chin on your shoulder.

„You are so beautiful...“

„I am not. Stop talking nonsense!“ You blush a little bit at his statement and avert your eyes when he embraces you from behind and puts a light kiss on your naked shoulder. By now you are totally used to the close skinship they liked to share with you but of course for it doesn’t mean anything more.

„Be on time.“ Something dark flashes in his eyes and by now you know that the yellow color usually means they’re liking what they see or they are angry.

When you enter the garden wearing a light and flowy pinkish dress you already hear Warthenope‘s loud laugh and a smile adorns your face when you come into view in front of them. „You are all here? Something‘s special today?“

They smile at you cheekily and Haglaophonos opens his palm for you to come to him and take his hand. „Y/N, today is indeed a special day. Everything’s ready for you.“

This can only mean one thing... Your waiting is paying off and you can finally leave the island and maybe find someone of your crew! „You, you mean the ship is ready? Oh my god!“

As Simperopa‘s smile only vanishs out of his face Seisinoe‘s grows. Some of the others are literally disgusted of the thought you would leave them but of course they’re trying to hide it in front of you.

„My little Y/N, no no. You already know it takes some time to build a ship that can take you over the ocean.“ Haglaophonos shakes his head and coos at you jumping a little bit out of excitement. You stop right away and disappointment sneaks into your features.

„What could it be then?“

„We have something different for you. Molpe was the last one to find an appropriate one so we are now finished with our gifts.“

„Gifts? But I already told you I don’t want anything anymore...“

„Believe me, it’s something really special.“ Before you can answer him the sirens stand up in a circle around you leaving you turning around to make eye contact with every single one of them wondering what they are planning to do. Suddenly Yeukosia nears you and pulls out what seems like a chain behind his back.

Your curious eyes follow his movements when he holds the chain directly in front of your eyes and you clearly dismiss how he watches you in a slightly lunatic manner. The chain is made out of pure gold and crested with the best small diamonds and refinements. What catches the most of your attention are the eight pearls that are set-in the piece. Everyone is beautiful and unique in color and shape.

„Are you accepting it?“ Yeukosia already moves to put it around your neck and closes it when Yhelxiope speaks up before anyone forgets to.

„Y/N, it’s not nice to ignore your masters.“ Jigeia adds in with a serious tone. They always address themselves as masters when they aren’t happy with your behavior.

„Yes, yes of course! I am accepting it. It’s so beautiful...“

The boys relax after the ritual is done and get closer to you to watch you wonder about every detail of the chain. „Everyone of us searched for their own pearl, the pearl they’re giving to their beloved ones.“

You stop in your tracks when the words leave Simperopa‘s mouth. „Is this a siren thing? Then why, why would you give them to me?“

„You still don’t see what we feel for you, Y/N?“ They look at you expectantly and wait for your answer.

„What exactly do you mean feel for me?“

Seisinoe rolls with his eyes annoyed and sighs. „It means we‘ve decided for you to be ours. You should be happy and thankful right now not asking dumb things.“

„What Seisinoe means is that we are in love with you. When a siren finds someone they want to spend their life with they gift them their most precious pearl. It’s like a promise we make to love them unconditionally and always stay by their site and protect them.“ Warthenope adds.

Molpe comes into your view and takes your hand into his ones. „It just happened that all of us fell in love with the same girl. Believe me, we are urged to find at least one appropriate woman for one of us to save our bloodline but everyone of us wants to marry out of love and not just have children with a person we don’t even know or love. Before you came to our island we were just about to pick one random girl because our residents want to see a heir to the throne. We knew Poseidon sent you to us with a good reason.“

You need a few seconds to register and understand his words but if you think back to the first day you awakened at the beach and what the guard told you it all made sense now. They thought because you stranded here after Poseidon’s storm you were someone special and now they want to impregnate you - and that sounds absolutely insane.

With a shaky breath and mixed feelings you take your hand back out of Molpes reach and collect your thoughts.

„To be honest, I feel really honored that you think of me to be a suitable party for your blood line. I understand your situation although it’s confusing that you think you’re all in love with me because we don’t even know each other that well. I am feeling very flattered right now but I can just say that I don’t feel the same for you guys. I like you and I think you’re attractive but in my situation I cannot think of a relationship let alone stay on this island.“

You take off the chain and hold it out for anyone of them to take it back why you put some space between you and the sirens.

„I hope you understand my position and that you finde someone else who can returns your affection.“

Luckily your gaze is focused on the ground so you don’t see the humiliation and anger some of them are feeling. Just before Seisinoe is able to get to you Yeukosia takes his wrist and speaks up.

„Y/N, we are not lying about being in love with you. It’s not rare for sirens to fall in love with the same person and share a poly relationship. Also you say you’re liking us, too. Why don’t you think about it a little bit first, hm?“

„Yeukosia, I don’t need to think about it and I am not shaming your way of living. I just can’t stay here with you. I have places to be.“

„Fine. It’s her decision guys I mean we cannot force her to stay with us. The ship will be ready soon so you can go your way. For now I think we should calm down a little bit.“

Haglaophonos motions for the others to leave seeing the situation soon escalating if he doesn’t break up the dangerous atmosphere. He takes the chain out of Y/N‘s tremulous hands and smiles at her mischievously.

„I didn’t want to anger you or the others, Haglaophonos.“

„My little doll, don’t worry. We just wouldn’t have thought you would turn us down...“

He closes the distance between the two of you and holds your gaze with his beautiful eyes. He literally eyes you down and studied every feature of your face while you feel you could collapse any second he’s making you so nervous.

„It’s a pity you don’t like us enough or don’t even want to give us a chance.“

By now you can feel his breath on your face and your lips are opening a little bit without your consent just like they’re waiting to be touched by Haglaophonos‘s smirking ones. You know what he’s doing and your reaction shows too much that you’re indeed attracted to them. But you just cannot give in so close your eyes and turn your face away from him your hands turning into fists and the nails gripping hard into your palms.

„Don’t be late for dinner.“ He just giggles and leaves you there.

After the tense dinner you’re now sitting in your room reading a book to distract yourself from the events earlier this day when a knock interrupts your peace.

„Yes?“ One of the maids you came to have a good relationship with enters your room and closes the door behind her.

„Miss, I have something really important to tell you.“

„I already told you to call me by my name Sophia.“ You smile at her and pat the place next to you.

„I know, Y/N... I am sorry.“

„You seem to be upset about anything - you can tell me everything you know that right?“

„Yes, I know. I am just so confused and scared.“

„Scared? Why? What happened? Did someone hurt you? Is Seisinoe harassing you again?“

„No, no! To be honest it’s about you, Y/N. Listen to me, you have to get out of here as soon as you can! You should take a boat and get off this island!“

„But why? And even if I wanted to there are no boats that could take me over the ocean - “

„There‘s a little boat at the west coast behind the big warehouse for the grain. The boat is small, yes, but it is able to take you to a little nearby island where my brother‘s working. He’s in contact with many merchants and sometimes even pirates cross his way. It’s your chance to get away from this place. Here’s the map.“

„But, if there are big ships coming to this nearby island why didn’t they brought me there?!“

„Y/N, they don’t want you to leave this island. They are not building a ship for you. They are lying since you’ve arrived here.“

„But, why would they do that? I don’t understand... They promised me they would help - “

„I’ve heard them earlier talking about everything, I am sorry Y/N. The masters are usually very nice so I don’t understand it either! I mean, I don’t think they want to hurt you or anything but they just talked about how you couldn’t leave the island under any circumstances and that they would do anything to keep you here. Then master Yhelxiope said he hopes you aren’t looking for the ship that doesn’t even exist and he laughed...“

It hurts. The ones you though of so big literally made fun of you behind your back all the time. There wasn’t a ship and they didn’t want to help you. All the time they were selfish bastards that just tried to keep you here and manipulate you. You would like to confront them right now and slap everyone of them in the face but their guards wouldn’t even leave you the chance to do either.

„The, the map. Is it really working?“ You take it out of Sophia‘s hands and study it while some tears leave your red eyes. Your hands shake a little bit because of the anger and you try to concentrate while the maid rubs your back.

„It is. You have to leave tonight my brother will know I sent you when you just say who you are. If they find out about you knowing anything they will definitely put you into prison or worse.“

„Alright. But what if they find out you told me?“

„Don’t worry, they won’t.“

Of course you would’ve had a good chance to escape if it wasn’t for the sudden high waves this night that threw you over the boat and into the dark and angry water.

It felt like tons of water entered your lungs and knowing it wasn’t any use to fight the natural power you just tried to get back to the surface with the last strength you got. It was like Poseidon again decided for your destiny and pushed you deeper and deeper into the depths of the blackness. The last thing you saw were large and beautiful tails that glittered in the light of the moon before your eyes finally closed.

You would be dead by now if it wasn’t for Simperopa who accidentally saw the maid leaving your chambers that evening. They could’ve stopped you sooner but as they knew there would be a storm after a long time tonight again they just waited knowing you wouldn’t get any far.

One week passed with you being in what seems like some sort of coma before you open your eyes again. You look around the familiar room and tense immediately when you see Seisinoe sitting across from your bed.

He smirks when he recognizes you have awakened and stands up to sit down on the bed. He pats your head and plays a little bit with your hair while humming softly to a melody.

„W - “

„Careful, your voice is still horse after the amount of water you swallowed.“

„S - s - so - phhh - “

„What do you think happens with traitors?“ A smile adorns his face and you feel sick to your stomach at his words. You’re tearing up the thought of the small and fragile girl. It wasn’t her fault she just wanted to help you...

„You should rest a little bit more. I am going to tell the others.“ Before he sits up he stops in his tracks and leans down again. „Y/N, if you ever try to escape again I will kill everyone on this goddamn island.“ You cry out at his cruel words and watch him leaving not being able to move any muscle.

After being forced to eat some soup by another maid everyone gathers in your room around your bed. You watch their faces, some of them are happy and relieved you’re good again, the others looking still angry like they wanted to break something and Seisinoe who’s just smiling at you knowingly.

What makes the blood in your vessels freeze is seeing Haglaophonos smirking and nearing your laying form with the chain in his hands. „My dear brothers, our Y/N is finally awake and in our arms again.“

The others watch how their leader puts on the chain around your neck again and how you try to turn away from him when he plants a long kiss on your lips.

„You are sick.“

„No, we love you - and you should begin to accept the fact that your staying here.“

„What’s with helping me? You promised!“

„But you were the one who tried to escape. You were trying to get away and tell the others about our location. You broke the agreement.“

„I - I didn’t! I just wanted to leave!“

„Why? We would’ve given you a ship and everything but you betrayed us and we cannot let you go now. You have to stay here and be with us. You just managed to imprison yourself this island.“ Yeukosia says in a monotone voice.

„I won’t say anything! You know that! Warthenope, Yhelxiope - please, you know I wouldn’t!“

The both sirens share gazes and Warthenope answers for the two. „Sorry, Y/N - but they’re right... it makes sense how Seisinoe explained it. Also I really love you and you accepted our pearls.“

Slowly you become insane with the situation and try to get out of the bed but Jigeia stops you before you an move any further and fall out of it. „Slow down. You will hurt yourself.“

„The only one who is hurting me are you guys!“

„Stop being irrational now.“

You begin to cry endlessly realizing you would have to stay here for the rest of your live not having the chance to fulfill the real promise you made.

„Little one, stop crying. Tell me, what were your plans as a sought-after pirate and girl with no home or money?“ Haglaophonos asks while he caresses your hair and cheeks.

„I - I just wanted to be free. I am not a pirate. I am a girl from a good house that just was robbed by pirates! I wanted to live freely and without having to fear for the law to catch me... I wanted to prove my innocence...“

„Mh, but you’re free if you stay with us. On this island you’re the lady everyone respects and loves. The law won’t get you here and no one dares to lay a finger on you if you’re next to our side.“

„What a beautiful dress and - oh my! those pearls! Are they heavy?

„Sometimes yes.“

You smile at the noble woman in front of you hoping she wouldn’t think about it too much. Your eyes search the scenario for one of the sirens and you sigh relieved when they’re not in sight right now.

You take your place on the wedding table and gulp down a large glass of wine. Everyone seems to be so happy and relieved they finally got a woman for their emperors and you can only think of your own misery. Maybe Yeukosia is right and you should change the perspective to the citizens and their well being...

Watching children dance with their fathers and the elderly enjoying themselves brings a smile to your face, too. Also the weather‘s again perfect this evening. You decide to get another glass of wine and go to the pavillon and watch the ocean.

„Very peaceful isn’t it?“

„Seems so.“

„You never fail to make me smile my love.“ Seisinoe takes you by your waist and pushes you against his body.

„I should’ve known you planned all of this in the beginning.“

„But you didn’t. At least no one died, right?“

„Don’t remember me of that bitch...“

„Those words out of my beautiful bride‘s mouth... sksksk.“ He places a chaste kiss on your lips and you roll your eyes at him after he winks at you.

„Manipulation is a beautiful thing, especially when the one who is manipulated doesn’t realize it anymore.“

„They aren’t dumb, master.“

„I didn’t say it but let’s just say that some of them needed a little push.“

„If it wasn’t for you I wouldn’t be here, right?“ Seisinoe snuggles his face into your neck and takes in your scent. After that he embraces you from behind and watches the ocean with you in his arms and giggles.

„Maybe, but I didn’t manipulate them into loving you.“

Behind the two of you voices can be heard and Seisinoe takes your hand to get back to the place where the event is held. There the rest of the eight sirens are standing and watching you with twinkling eyes as you enter with their brother.

„And now we can finally present our wife, the one we gifted our pearls and that we promised to love and protect forever.“

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h a h look at the thing I did- All the vessels + Grimmchild,, and I’ll be sort of... talking about them further below. Wowie finally using this feature-- Basically its me recapping them as characters and how they are in the AU. This is going to be a long read god I’m so sorry :<

Ghost- Ghost is the energetic one of the vessels. They just do whatever they want, they literally often do not care a lot about what they do. Ghost likes helping others, because they just wanna fix a lot of things. They like making friends, and just-- having fun. Who wouldn’t? There are rare times Ghost gets mad, and when they do- they go big Shade Lord mode. In conclusion Ghost is just a very.. chaotic.. fun-loving-- andd-- helpful baby. We love them. - But onto how they appear once more- Basically, since this AU is a mix of both the dream no more ending and as well as the embrace the void ending,, this basically has Ghost go full on shade lord in their fight with Radi. They disappear afterwards, only leaving their shell behind. They are presumed to be dead by Hornet. As described quite a bit ago (when I first talked about this AU), Ghost is just.. verryyyy angry as the Shade Lord. They finally appear in Dirtmouth, lashing out and just being a ng y. They try to attack Hornet, but no, Hollow stops them-- fighting them off even in their weak form. Eventually they are given time to run back into the home they and Hornet have been staying in to retrieve Ghosts shell. Why do they retrieve Ghosts shell? Well, because they are aware that Shade Lord = Ghost. They just carefully lay their shell on the ground and sort of.. apologize. They do this by speaking to Ghost through void, void beings can do that right? Surely. Though eventually, Ghost calms down and accepts their shell, fitting their big Shade Lord form into their tiny shell. Then going to their siblings to... hug them.. strangely enough. Hollow would of course hug them back. Anddd-- thats that. Another thing that Ghost does is revive PK, Radi, and even get NKG up in the real world too. One more is that they too ‘revive’ their siblings Clematis (aka the Greenpath Vessel) and Beryl (Lost Kin/Broken Vessel) by getting Mask Maker to fix their shells and then they just yeeted them into the Abyss. After a moment, they go and retrieve them, and bring them to their parents so they can deal with them then. They too sort of helped Godseeker get out of the Junk Pit, because who wants to live in garbage? They do a lot of stuff. They are happy to help. Grimmchild- Ah yes, my favorite. Grimmchild in general is.. less.. childish than she was, of course she’d be less childish- She’s an adult. She has more sense than she used to, she’s much smarter, though still retains those silly aspects of hers. She’s rather protective, over Ghost mostly, and usually is always with and around them. best friends for life. She’s the one who generally calms Ghost down when they get angry. - Alrighty, so-- After Ghost presumably had died, Grimmchild was very sad, quite sad. She usually sought out Hornet or Hollow for comfort, but generally it was Hollow who’d give her pats and let her lay on their head. Hornet on the other hand, was quite busy,, doing Hornet things of course :> When Ghost returned, and was brought back to the house- oh-- what did Grimmchild do? Well, she literally tackled them to the ground in a hug (the way this bat lookin child hugs) because ‘oh my god, best friend is back, hi friend, you okay friend?’ and so on, just really happy to see them. And truly-- truly-- ever since then you can never see these two apart. How Lovely. Grimmchild has a good enough relationship with her ‘aunt’ Radi, generally it started off.. not that well but as time passed Radi decided to tolerate her (and Ghost) enough to actually be nice. Grimmchild usually seeks out Radi for advice and so on, some of the rare times that she’s away from Ghost. But when Ghost does allow her dear ol dad to actually exist in the real world (with their ultimate goddamn shade lord powers.. pff..), she’s very happy, very appreciative. Then theres the dilemma of her taking on the name ‘Grimm’ and her fathers name too basically being Grimm. She just calls him dad but usually they get confused on which Grimm someone is calling for. Silly. Clematis- Okie dokie, third one! and its the precious short baby, Clematis. Aka of course.. the Greenpath vessel. Clematis is a very meek fellow, and they generally like and appreciate being alone. They do sometimes like company, but peace and quiet is better than that. It’s quite obvious here, Clematis is not very social. They are not very skilled at socializing but a certain someone is gonna help em. - As stated before, yeah, Clematis gets basically revived alongside Beryl and given to PK and WL so they can properly take care of their goddamn kids. Even then, Clematis often hid in places that gave them such peace and quiet that they’d fall asleep there. It’d take a long while to find them. They are somewhat close with their mother, since she’d often take them to garden with her when they weren’t hiding. They formed a somewhat bond with Beryl, but Beryl eventually pushed them away because of how damn mean they are. Bad Beryl. Later in life, when Clematis is an.. adult? sure, they’ve reached their own prime form. Very short though for a vessel. By then, they are living alone in Greenpath. Somehow someway, they come to befriend the oh so lovely Lace, who’s just been seeking out someone who does not absolutely dislike her. The two become friends, and she just comes by often to have this one person who understands where she’s coming from. Both were very lonely, now they besties. And now, a fun fact, those flowers decorated them and their moss collar are clematis flowers. They generally are quite pretty. And oh-- Clematis likes to grow flowers as they did back in Queens Gardens with their mama. Beryl- Beryl! I love them, but god are they mean. As said, Beryl is.. quite mean,, quite stubborn. They feel as if they don’t need anyone, just preferring to do things their way. They don’t really like their family at all, and show it by once more- being a big ol bitch. Strangely enough though, the only person in their family they aren’t..really...that mean to-- is Lil Lady. Their littlest sister. They actually are nicer to her, one of the only moments they are gentle and nice are when they interacted with her. Sometimes, they are actually nicer to other people as well. That rarely happens though. - Yada yada- even when they are being taken care of by their parents they dislike them. PK is a bit distant as always, WL tries to give them love but they say no. They don’t want anything from these people. Since they already did grow a bit beforehand, they are the first out of the two revived siblings to reach their prime form. They once were nicer to Clematis, now the two barely interact. It’s kinda sad. (It’s not fully Beryl’s fault, Clematis just barely interacts with people anymore) During this time, a young Lil Lady gave them the ‘necklace’ that they still do wear to this day. They are sometimes teased for it. (Their little sister made it for them, don’t j ud g e) Beryl generally likes fighting, its very fun for them. So when Hornet asked them if they would like to be one of her knights, they ‘happily’ obliged. Then being one of her knights, they are constantly told off by Hollow, who’s one of her other knights because they don’t like to listen to orders. And they often get into little fights with Lace, who too is a knight of Hornets, because oh my lets step on the shortest one who you never agree with. Either way, Beryl isn’t totally terrible- but they never planned on listening to their parents when they tried to teach them to do better. Even though they are a bitch, their fellow knights (and family) will come to their aid if they need it. Hollow- FINALLY- the last one. Oh my god...I’m mostly taking this from the recent post I did about Hollow and their own reference. Hehe. Hollow is a very gentle vessel, and too is protective, mostly over their family. They have a deep care for those who they are related to, of course of course. They too hold deep respect for their parents, and for the most part, is somewhat ‘closer’ to PK, due to the fact he was the one who mostly.. raised them back then. They still are close with their mother of course. They are very friendly, but not as friendly as Ghost. More reserved?? sure. They are the one who usually keeps their fellow knights in check. - It all starts off with Hornet finding them strangely alive after the black egg is no more, and her helping them get to Dirtmouth and-- get patched up. After quite a while of recovery, the whole big shade lord thing happens-- and-- Hollow sees it fit to apologize to Ghost for everything, for leaving them to fall back into the Abyss. They are happy that Ghost accepts their apology and literally carries them back into the house. How cute. Afterwards, Hornet decides to finally take these two to see the White Lady. Oh at last, Hollow gets to face their mother. And so, they do. The moment is... quite emotional for the poor bean. They feel so guilty, that they weren’t truly empty, and WL reassures them with the notion that it was not them who failed their parents, it was their parents who failed them. She’s going to actually try to be a proper mother.. huh.. finally. And so, Hornet leaves Hollow with WL, Ghost coming along with her because they too feel as if those two deserve some time to fix things a bit. Ah, and once more-- a bit of a timeskip. Hollow has been living quite well with their mother, with her having unbound herself and gaining some of her sight back, enough that she is able to walk around without bumping into anything lmao. They get along quite well. When Ghost brings PK around, and Hornet finally drags him to Queens Gardens-- another emotional moment for Hollow. They go and embrace their father and wont let go until he asks them too..they’re just too damn happy to see him, though there is still that guilt of them failing him. PK himself is guilty. Then from that, and PK’s reunion with WL, they live.. quite happily, quite comfortably, and Hollow accepts their two siblings whenever Ghost is to bring them around. They are generally pleasant to their smaller sibs. But oh,, when their newest sibling finally arrives- Lil Lady- OH GOD- are they a loving big big sibling. They sort of,, cared for her a lot, and whenever PK and WL needed a break? They were there. Of course, they are a good influence on her, and Beryl is the bad influence. Though in general they have spent much more time with their little sister than Beryl has. Soon enough, when Hornet finally ascends to the throne, Hollow too is requested to be one of her knights, and of course they’d accept. This is their sister here. Whenever she is to need help, they help, and whenever their fellow knights need help, they are there. They feel useful like this, and Hornet does greatly appreciate their company and how they can easily split up Lace and Beryl from their constant fights. They’re truly an older sibling, scolding those two. And lastly, the whole Radi thing. I did explain this in that post about Hollow- but I’ll say it here too. Hollow wanted closure for everything, so they’ve gone and forgiven most people who have.. hurt them? yeah. This includes Radi. Radi doesn’t really want to be forgiven, she knows she did horrible things, and she isn’t the most guilty about them. But either way, they forgive her, and they somewhat become.. acquaintances?? friends?? They don’t really know. She’s just not as mean as she was to them before.. OH GOD- AND IM DONE AAAAAAAA This is a whole mess I tried my be s t whoever has read this whole thing, I thank you for reading my bullshit.

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