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dairyminki · 10 months

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Inked By Fate - ONE

↬ pairing/s: park seonghwa x fem!reader, choi san x fem!reader ↬ genre: soulmate!au, racers!ateez, rivalry, angst, romance, fluff, pining ↬warning/s: none (lmk if i missed anything) ↬wc: 1k+

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You hissed as you felt the pricking sensation on your back growing much more intense by the second. Your hands gripped at the counter, knuckles almost turning white, as you tried to steady yourself up whilst trying to not give in to the pain.

Here, it goes again.

A minute or two later, the door to the shop opens, revealing another female whose face turned panicky upon seeing your state behind the counter.

"Oh my god, Y/N!" The newly arrived female runs to you and then quickly guides you to one of the chairs. She eases you through the pain by cracking some jokes and telling you everything about her day. By the time the pain subsided, you were left staring at the pastel-painted ceiling, spaced out on the chair with a sore back.

"Y/N..."

A voice snaps you out of your mini daze.

"I-I think it's the biggest one yet, Jia." You told your best friend whose eyes widened in response.

"That explains why you looked more pained than ever." Jia says, pouting. "I'm sorry you always have to go through this. If only I can do something-"

You immediately put a hand up, indicating that you don't want to hear Jia continuing her words.

Because in the first place, it's not and will never be your best friend's fault. The cruelty of fate and destiny - that's what to blame.

"Ji, can you check it for me please?" You ask her instead, gesturing your back, with your head. Without any other word, Jia rushes behind you and rolls up your baby blue shirt.

"Oh my- Y/N, it's very pretty!" Jia exclaims, prompting you to roll your eyes.

"Jia, everything for you is pretty," you counter.

"No- I mean, I'm not kidding this time. This one's different!" Jia insists, and when you turn to look at her, you could see how your best friend's eyes sparkled in delight.

Seeing the doubt in your face, Jia offers, already extending her hand to you, "Do you want me to take a picture of it?" she asks.

"Yes, please."

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As soon as you got inside your apartment, you immediately went inside your room and made your way to your bed. Hugging a pillow, you laid down on your side as your mind drifted off to the familiar dark abyss where your endless thoughts resided.

Just how much pain will you still have to go through before you finally meet them?

For all you could know, maybe the chances of meeting them might not even be that high...so does that mean you'll have to suffer endlessly through these pains?

Sometimes, you question why fate and destiny chose to play their cards this way...

Why do they have to make it so hard for everyone, just for the sake of finding each other's soulmates? Your soulmate.

Yes, all the pain you've been feeling is all caused by your one and only soulmate. Your, supposed to be, 'other half' who, for some reason, you still can't find.

As a child, your parents always told you and your brother about the concept of soulmates, and of fate and destiny. Because of that, you've learned to love and appreciate the concept so much that everytime you see the inked initial on your wrist, you can't help but smile. Looking at it always manages to make your day.

That is, until you turned 18 - still no signs of your so-called soulmate. Due to that unfortunate reason, you had to experience another soulmate mark.

You remembered giggling in joy once upon a time as you let your imagination run wild. You imagined that maybe you'll have the infamous different eye color mark, or maybe the changing hair color one - but you certainly didn't expect this - for getting another tattoo related mark.

It started when you were in the middle of your Physics midterm exam, when you suddenly felt pain surging through your lower leg. The pain was bearable, but still it was pain.

When you went inside the bathroom, that's when you took notice of the black ink that was present in your leg. The tattoo was in the form of a fiery crown. And at first you were confused, thinking that your eyes were probably deceiving you. However, after spending nearly an hour staring at the same spot on your leg and searching on the web for confirmation, you eventually found out that it indeed is, your new soulmate mark.

After that, the tattoos just kept coming, and before you even knew it, your upper arm towards your back was littered with black ink.

And then today happened...

The biggest tattoo your soulmate has ever done - and they really had to place it on their back?

You wanted to curse them, but you thought that what if your soulmate didn't know? What if your soulmate didn't know that this is the case for your new soulmate mark? That for each tattoo they decide to get on their skin, the very same one starts to blossom on yours as well? Can you blame them?

"What a day..." You mutter under your breath, and then you suddenly realized that you still haven't seen the new design on your own back. And so, you quickly fished your phone out from your pocket.

"Oh my god...Jia wasn't joking." It is pretty. Maybe, the prettiest you've ever seen.

The tattoo was an infinity symbol, but instead of the plain one, it was made of a rose, with its stem bended into a loop with all the thorns present. And then somewhere along the lines were the words, fate and destiny.

You don't know why, but you felt warm. You felt warm because it's as if your soulmate was thinking the same as you.

That no matter how beautiful the concept of having soulmates is, the process of finding them says otherwise. But in the end, you know it'll be worth it. Just like a rose, no matter how beautiful it is, it still has prickly thorns that might pierce your skin. But in the end, it'll still be a beautiful flower to those who can see.

So that's why even though this game of hide and seek might be tiring and somewhat painful, you'll still move forward. Hoping that each step you take will finally lead you to your soulmate.

"What a beautiful pain..." You sighed as your gaze went to the letter that was inked on your right wrist.

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↬a/n: hello hello hello~ this one's finally been freed from my drafts dungeon and i'm so happy! the first chapter is just an introduction for y'all to get a glimpse of the character and their life. see ya on the next chapter where things will begin to unfold ♡

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revlischarm · 1 year

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SO APPARENTLY I NEVER POSTED SEASON 3 DETAILS FOR THE LMK MORRO AU.

I feel like an idiot ugh

Anyways. Uh.

Take that, because I know if I don’t attach art to this post it will fade into obscurity.

Details about season 3 under the cut!! So, so much lore, it’s a very long post honestly.

• Okay so starting off Season 3 with Macaque attacking the ship

• Morro can tell from the moment Mac shows up initially that there’s something screwy going on, not on any spiritual level but more in a way of “What kind of motive would Macaque have for working for the Bone Demon?? Why would he????”

• So we have Morro making a lot of biting remarks every time someone tries insulting Macaque for being on LBD’s side

-Wukong, to Macaque: “You always had a sidekick kinda vibe.”

Morro: “And you always had a shut-the-fuck-up kinda vibe but hey, look at you!” (Credit to @breathlessmonkie for the joke)

• He just knows there’s gotta be something else going on. Or at least he’s hoping so.

• I mean Macaque definitely has some residual LBD vibes on him since she’s got her claws in him, and Morro can sense that, he just can’t pin it down specifically yet

• He wants to help his monke dad but he can’t and that frustrates him immensely

• And during Macaque’s actual attack on the ship/them trying to escape LBD initially, Morro’s broom ends up getting smashed. And I mean that quite literally it is reduced to splinters

-Rest in peace, Morro’s broom. It’s honestly surprising you made it this far with how much Morro refused to use you for your intended purpose

• Ohohoho Morro and LBD’s dynamic is so much fun btw

• LBD’s whole thing is about fulfilling the path of destiny, and meanwhile Morro’s schtick was all about defying his!

-They clash really well!! I adore the parallels

• Oh, and Morro can instantly recognize possession like that upon seeing her

-He was a ghost for fucking 40-ish years (I don’t know the exact timeline), it’s a sensation that sticks with you—being able to tell that sorta thing, I mean. He was literally a cursed spirit for longer than he was actually alive, for fuck’s sake.

-Morro is super twitchy when it comes to possession just in general. Like, he’s an expert on it and knows a ton of information about it (obviously)

-And he knows immediately that this isn’t a possession that can be broken via willpower, that’s a fucking child who is frightened and definitely not strong enough to resist this demon.

• Morro hates LBD a lot honestly, they don’t like anything about her

-She’s so dedicated to destiny and she’s possessing people

-They loathe how she seems so sure of herself, and how she uses “It is destiny and nothing you do will change this” as a justification for everything she’s doing. They think that destiny is a load of bullshit and people can do what they want, not just because someone said they should.

• While on the topic of LBD and ghosts in general I’m gonna take this time to go over my concept/thoughts on how Morro’s newly resurrected body works. I even made up a super weird and unhelpful diagram where I try miserably to explain my thought process.

-Physically, it’s difficult for an ex-ghost to get possessed because their spirit used to be departed. Like…it’s super hard to explain, but the body and spirit work? A bit oddly?

-That new body in theory was created from nothing in a way? It’s from the spirit themselves, it’s got weird physical attributes going on. I mean, Morro’s actual body is rotting away in a cave

-So he had to conjure up a whole new body when he got brought back

-It’s just like. The connection between body and soul acts differently than it would for a regular person. His body is an extension of his spirit?? They’re not really separate.

-For a normal person you’ve got a clear divide between soul and body, it’s like a shell, you know? Whereas Morro’s body is more of uhhhhh. A second skin. It’s rooted into him and attached. The soul is the body, and vice versa.

-His soul has turned into a physical form, so there’s no separation there! That’s just. It’s all Morro! It is so hard to explain and so frustrating that I can’t word this right and I’m repeating myself

-I can say that Cole is a special and different case

-There’s two ways that Cole’s whole deal could operate; one of which involves a fun notion that when Cole failed to escape the temple he actually ended up leaving his body behind, thus that’s what it meant by “becoming a ghost”. His body sorta smacked into the doors and his soul kept on walking, so. That’s a fun idea. If that’s the route we go with, then his resurrection would work just the same as Morro’s, but if it isn’t then he gets some completely different funky dynamics

-It’s overall frustrating sometimes to have to think about because both cases are so unique and isolated that I can’t really draw from any other examples since there are none. I just end up having to make up my own lore along the way

-TLDR: Morro is a ghost with skin

• On that note if anyone wants to contribute any ideas I would love to hear them, there are so many things in this au that are rough concepts at best and could really use polishing up

• Anyways…back on my other bullshit, it’s hard to possess something that isn’t really. A body/empty husk.

-It’s just Morro, all one thing packaged together

-Yeah LBD can taunt him and get inside his head (mentally), but not actually possess him

-She tries and just bounces off of him like a rubber ball because it’s literally just colliding with another spirit except he’s solid

-Plus there’s mental complications too. Someone who used to be a ghost (for a long time at least! You’ve gotta have experience with possession, you know?) would know all the tricks that someone does when possessing, so they’re psychically fortified, they just. They know how to lock out a secondary conscience with relative ease.

-When possessing someone, you have to keep that person’s will/conscious under wraps and separate it from your own! It works the same way as that.

-Just imagine Morro as being a physical ghost in a way idk I’m trying my best to explain

• Morro can touch things both on the spiritual plane and the physical plane

-He doesn’t have ghost powers tho, this is all just side effects from the Rift

-But Morro can interact with stuff in the mortal plane as well as any spiritual stuff, which is something others can’t do.

-He can’t separate LBD from her host or anything like that, possession isn’t really like. That’s an entirely different thing from grabbing something that’s on the spiritual realm like an object, and it’s not something I’ll go into detail about since it’s not relevant

• LBD’s powers also slip off of Morro a lot

-They can’t really. Latch onto him? It’s very touch-and-go.

-She can’t do any kind of long-distance contact with Morro either

-You know how she can get in MK’s head sometimes from a distance? Whatever that pang of blue outline is. She can’t do that on Morro

• The Mayor also struggles against Morro somewhat. It depends on how exactly he’s attacking. Physical attacks work normally, like nothing is really changed about that, but any sort of magic/spiritual stuff could be a tad wonky? I’m not sure

• Morro can also see stuff on the spiritual/astral(?) plane in addition to his being able to make contact with stuff! Think MK’s gold vision, except only for spiritual stuff

-So when Wukong is communicating via astral projection to MK, Morro is able to see that. His immediate reaction is “Oh hey Monkey King finally killed the bucket lmao” (he says, jokingly)

• Also Morro grabbing LBD’s chain things without consequences is something they can absolutely do

-Of course all this is to say that this stuff doesn’t make Morro immune to all spiritual attacks; if anything, at times they impact him even more. But it depends on what it is.

• Ohohoho plot time now

• Morro is freaking the fuck out when the ship crashes into the ocean. His powers just start going haywire underwater because of how bad he’s panicking.

-They have an actual panic attack, and are having flashbacks to their death via the Preeminent and how much they feared water as a ghost

-It’s a very rough time for everybody

• He’s tryna make an air bubble for people but keeps failing because Panic Attacc

-He’s upset and generally out of it overall; not entirely lucid

• Morro 🤝 Wukong: Being useless underwater

• So they get to the dragon palace, right? First things first, the moment they’re out of the wreaked vehicle, Morro sorta just stumbles to the ground and is having trouble breathing right.

-Morro is able to calm down from his panic with some help, but there’s not exactly time to recuperate properly when the plot starts moving along again

• So they meet with Ao Guang, and because of the green streak in his hair and the power of plot convenience and his having powers, Ao Guang is like “oh another dragon kid? I don’t remember you but okay. Bring him in too.” Plus the dragon pendant Morro is wearing adds to that as well.

-Not to mention Morro is still so frazzled that Ao Guang would feel bad throwing him in the dungeon anyways. He looks like a really sad wet cat and I love him for it

• Morro’s clothes got all torn up and wet during the chaos, so Mei insists that he get a change of clothes too. Cue the fashion montage!!

-And Morro dyes his hair purple as a kinda nod to Macaque. He’s also got his own color scheme now!! Trying to find his own identity and life and such. He’s got the ribbons to represent his friendship with MK and Mei! And bc they’re very pretty and I wanted something to flap around in the wind for dramatic effect.

-Morro actually lends MK his dragon pendant thing to be a part of MK’s new outfit! It doesn’t do anything, it’s purely sentimental/ornamental.

-MK literally asks, “What’s it do? Is it magic? Does it turn into some cool secret weapon??”

And Morro just goes “No? It’s just a pendant?”

-MK has the idea in his head by this point that Morro must have been some sort of ghost hunter since he’s able to punch ghosts in the face and knows a lot about them

• AIWUWHWJWJ picturing MK dying a streak of green in his hair to match Mei and Morro one day since literally two of his friends have that

-That’s unrelated, it’s just funny to think about

• Oh, and since Morro’s broom got broken, he steals a guandao from one of the guards as they’re breaking out

-The guandao stays with Morro for the rest of the season! And even after that, though a brand new broom is his typical weapon of choice, he’ll bring out the guandao (he keeps it in MK’s room lol) when he knows he’s going into a fight

-Morro, dual-wielding a broom and a guandao: “Don’t fuck with me! I have the power of the FSM and found family on my side!”

• Also also also!!! When they crash into the ocean and everything, Morro’s makeup that he’s been using to cover up his cursed markings gets washed off. Yes, he uses a lot of concealer, but so much happened that it couldn’t really withstand all of that

-He can’t reapply it because he doesn’t have any spare concealer on him, and the purpose is defeated seeing as everyone’s noticed the markings now

• When Morro had first arrived, they immediately went and stole concealer once they passed by a store. They spotted their reflection in a shop window and went “Shit I gotta hide these” since they’re a red flag in Ninjago

-And then he ended up getting stabbed by me after that lol

• Now they don’t know what the marks mean (Tang has a few suspicions tho), all they can see is that they’re etched into his skin. MK compares them to Macaque’s or Wukong’s face markings

-But Morro steadfastly refuses to elaborate on what his markings mean specifically, or how they originated

-He’s extremely vague and dodgy about the subject and will even go so far as to brush them off as a “birth defect”

-Then Amnesia Wukong comes along :)

-Yeah that’s actually part of a lovely big reveal for Morro’s new uncle figures Tang and Pigsy hehe

• Oh and when Wukong is meditating btw Morro absolutely draws on his face and messes with him. Takes pictures with his phone to send to Macaque later.

• I’m just gonna jump right into the amnesiac Wukong stuff because it’s a lot of fun

• I wanna start off with saying that Macaque’s plan when he separated the group was to specifically have Morro around with Wukong, that was intentional on his part. He didn’t want to have to deal (presently) with facing Morro.

-Like he’ll fight MK, sure, but he knows if Morro was with MK then they’d end up protecting the kid at all costs, whereas Macaque is aware that Morro doesn’t care very much for Wukong.

-Thus the way Macaque was thinking, he’d be able to subdue MK (without Morro knowing), and then go over to pick up Wukong without too big a fight

• Anyways back to Wukong revealing some sensitive information that Morro really wishes he hadn’t

-Like…Wukong says it so casually, too, as if it’s a glaringly obvious fact and not something Morro’s kept buried from everyone

-At least normal Wukong has the decency not to, you know. Mention the fact that his gold vision and centuries worth of experience let him know that Morro’s been cursed/dead at some point.

-But amnesiac Wukong? No tact whatsoever. “You! Spirit! Why are you hovering over there next to my master?!”

-This SWK only calls Morro variations of spirit, phantom, ghost, wraith, etc.

-Morro is wondering if Wukong has a fucking thesaurus or something on him with how many synonyms he’s spouting

-On that note allow me to list some because data collection is fun

-Apparition, shade, specter, banshee, poltergeist, phantasm, shadow, spook…those are the most relevant ones I could find. Although Wukong’s favorite/most used is gonna be spirit or phantom.

• That aside, Morro is mortified when he gets addressed in that manner

• This reveal happens before Tang gets snatched by the Scorpion Queen, so he hears SWK call Morro that along with Pigsy

-So that was fun for Tang to ruminate on while he was kidnapped lol

• Like, Wukong glances around and sees Morro and after some back and forth, proclaims “Well they’re clearly an evil spirit! Though they may hide in that mortal form, they can’t conceal the distinctive markings on their face! Those show who they really are: a being that was cursed upon death!”

-Cut to Morro’s expression getting increasingly alarmed while Wukong’s saying all of this, eventually tackling the monkey to the ground in an impulsive effort to silence him

-“Shut up shut up shut up! You don’t get to say those things, you don’t get to talk about any of that as if you—as if you understand! You have no right—!”

-Morro is frenzied and panicked, horrified that SWK may have just scared away the few people who he’d actually grown quite fond of! The last thing he wants to see (though he wouldn’t admit it aloud) is them looking at him in fear and revulsion.

• Pigsy definitely questions Morro on what Wukong meant while they’re looking for Tang, although that’s after needing to convince Morro not to immediately bolt when Wukong had finished talking. Morro was ready to fucking sprint off and start life anew as the local woodland cryptid; that’s how freaked out they had gotten. So Pigsy has to calm them down enough to at least get them to like, stay stationary.

• Once Morro’s settled enough (and even then, he’s got a very flighty look to him) Pigsy starts questioning him

-Morro is. Extraordinarily hesitant to disclose anything—he always is—but he seems especially cagey about this topic in particular, which is saying something.

-Morro, thinking to himself: “Oh my FSM I’m turning into Wu with the amount of information I’m keeping to myself.”

-He absolutely, positively, refuses to reveal anything about himself dying. He cannot and will not voluntarily mention that. Reluctantly and after a lot of prodding, he explains to Pigsy that yes, he was cursed at one point, but that’s as much as he’ll let on.

-It’s so frustrating for anyone to try and get backstory details from Morro lmao

-“I did something awful/something I wasn’t supposed to do, and it pissed someone off, I guess. It got me cursed, and it’s nothing that I want to talk about. Please.” Or he even mentions that he “defied destiny” and was cursed for it.

• The big reveal that Morro had died previously comes during the confrontation with LBD and Wukong

-She is definitely the one who reveals it seeing as there’s no feasible way that Morro is willingly divulging that information

-She straight up mocks him about it I’d wager

-“You, who have so foolishly defied destiny time and time again, and even defied the very cycle of natural life. O’ Morro, former champion of the Cursed Realm, general to the Preeminent—how low you have fallen in your futile reach towards a life of repentance.” LBD probably knows shit, dialogue ain’t set in stone, I’m really just trying to set the mood for these events

• If anything, I’d only imagine she knows about the ghost stuff for whatever reason. I don’t know. I’m making my own canon. She can tell he’s died before? She can tell he was cursed, specifically that he was, you know. Powerful/chosen/appointed some high rank. She doesn’t really know his life story.

-She just knows about his ghost status and that he’s died at least twice—she knows some vague details, and that’s only because of plot reasons and also because like. It’s like.

-Yeah she knows he tried to curse a whole realm/all the realms, she’s an ancient demon and has access to certain knowledge

-She wanted to find out who exactly Morro was that she couldn’t take hold of him. So she did some research spirit-wise and found out the basic information of Morro’s rank and role, and that he’s died at least twice, and that he just. Cursed spirit, you know?

-Reading Journey to the West I discovered that apparently you can just up and go to some records or whatever and find some convenient info out

-Literally Wukong did a whole quest to go find out more about LBD in the show

• So Morro is just. The most mortified and distraught and furious at her for the sheer audacity she’s shown to have outed him like that

-MK might even say, “You lied to us?” To which Morro immediately snaps that that’s bs, he did not lie about anything. He just wasn’t telling them every little detail about him.

-He left information out but he didn’t lie because they never specifically asked so yeah lmao

-Morro: “I told you I wasn’t the best person.”

MK: “Dude I thought you were just being like, angsty and edgy.” (Credit: @breathlessboy)

• Oh LBD totally calls him a hypocrite, too

-LBD: “You tried to curse all the realms across time and space, and yet you really think yourself better than I?”

• Morro lets his emotions get the better of him during this whole encounter, I mean he’s been bottling them up for awhile as is

-This is when Wukong went off to go battle LBD on his own

-Morro and MK and Nezha are closer to the whole fight this time, and Morro’s actually trying to lend a hand since he does have powers and all

-Since they’re up in the air a lot, Morro has an extreme advantage, and aids the wind to Wukong’s side while making it way less favorable for LBD

• Either way LBD does this reveal when they’re closer to the ground/on the ground (so MK hears it), and it winds Morro up a lot.

-He’s very emotional at the moment and thus, his powers aren’t the easiest to control? Yes, he’s controlling the wind, but the wind is reacting in tune to his rampaging emotions right now.

-So he can’t focus them completely on, you know. The whole fight. This ends up making things harder for LBD and for Wukong, as well as MK and Nezha who can’t get near him amid the whirlwind he’s practically shielded himself with.

-He’s genuinely upset, he doesn’t want to hear about this after he’s already tried so hard to put it behind him. He had a chance he didn’t even ask for to start fresh with this clean slate, and it’s been ruined.

-Both Wukong and LBD are getting tossed around like rag dolls by the wind which is fun to watch tho lol

-Still, it means they just have to fight harder against the relentless gale

• Morro snapping that he’ll tear LBD apart and inadvertently frightening MK

-Because Morro is so goddamn scary and pissed off right now, his hair’s all a mess and has long since escaped from its bun, his eyes almost seem to glow in the darkness…it’s eerie, to say the least.

• Morro ends up going to attack LBD and unfortunately gets shot down because he’s so emotionally vulnerable she’s able to sneak attack him

-He’s off his game, he’s distracted

-She sorta knocks him out of the air and down into the mech/ground

-He gets up from the crater he’s created and he’s injured, but not badly enough to the point where he can’t stand.

-He is seething and then he spits out another, “I’M GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU!” which is met with a “Morro, stop!” from a terrified MK nearby

-Nezha is standing in front of MK almost protectively and MK looks extremely shaken up

-MK then having to remind Morro that LBD is possessing a child. They’re fighting a little kid right now.

-It settles Morro down a little bit, lessens some of that frenzied rage, but not by much

• “I’ll rip her out of that kid if I have to—possession can be undone, MK! Even if it takes me having to beat that wench out of her! She won’t possess a vessel that isn’t usable!”

-Which Morro regrets saying immediately upon hearing himself aloud

-He is just. Horror-struck, realizing he sounds just like he used to and hating it immensely.

-“I’m—I’m sorry, I didn’t mean…I didn’t…oh First Master, what am I doing? I was trying to be better than this, better than her, and I…”

-He gets so genuinely upset here because he’s trying so hard all this time to do better and be a good person, to make the most of his new life, yet the moment his past is brought up/he has to face that, he immediately snaps. He’s disappointed in himself and it has him fearing that maybe he can’t be redeemed. Maybe, no matter how hard he tries, he won’t be able to change and he’ll always be this—this bitter, awful person doomed to failure.

• Morro‘s very caught up in his breakdown right now and he’s experiencing a lot of not-fun feelings and doubts

-Morro’s gonna choke out something along the lines of “I’ll never be able to change, will I? This is just what I’m always going to be no matter how hard I try. I can’t fix this—I can’t fix what I am, and I don’t deserve to either.” And that in particular is gonna distract Wukong for a brief moment since he’s pinning LBD down on the mech rn, and thus, you know. Possession stuff.

-Morro feels guilty about that afterwards

• Morro also absolutely gets struck by a possessed Wukong at one point

-He’s so freaked out and in his own head that he just doesn’t see the attack coming

-He gets knocked back, MK runs after him, and Nezha holds Monkey King off

• Macaque saves them and Morro knows it’s him, he’s familiar with his magic, and he feels so much relief when those shadows teleport them to safety

• They get dropped in a jungle and into the mud, and MK is you know. Dialoguing to himself before saying to Morro, “Well…we should probably get going,” but Morro is just on his hands and knees in the mud, muttering quietly, “No, don’t go just yet, please stay” to seemingly nothing. MK assumes he’s speaking to him, goes over, and it snaps Morro out of his dazed trance.

-“I wasn’t—I wasn’t talking to you, MK. I…nevermind, just forget I said anything.”

-He was talking to Macaque (who wasn’t there and was already gone maybe? Idk)

-He felt Macaque’s magic and the teleportation and mourned when that went away. Morro just wants to talk with Macaque and vibe. He misses his monke dad.

• Morro’s also in a bit of a daze as he follows MK, he’s definitely aware but at the same time? Sorta disassociating.

• Although when he gets himself together after a few minutes, he’s reverted back to bitter remarks and insults. Unfortunate temporary character regression and hiding behind a wall as a defense mechanism, essentially. He’s withdrawn, he’s upset, and this is just how he copes.

• Oh I also wanna mention that when Macaque delivers the Mayor to the gang and makes his appearance, Morro can’t help himself from rushing forward and tackling him in a hug

-He’s just so relieved and it’s very surprising to the others in the room because 1. Morro doesn’t usually initiate that kind of physical contact and 2. DON’T HUG THE ENEMY

-“I missed you and also I screwed up bad and can I crash at your place when this is all done for a bit? I may need a spot to stay.”

• Dude thinks he’s gonna get kicked out of MK’s apartment for his behavior and also for the secrets that got revealed

• Macaque is taken aback by the sudden onslaught of info but then he sees how absolutely defeated Morro looks and deadass says aloud “Who hurt you??”

• They don't even need to tie Mac up, they just let Morro cling to him and it keeps the monkey in place (credit: @breathlessmonkie)

• Morro: “I never liked the Monkey King but I didn’t want him to get fucking possessed.”

• Oh yeah literally seeing them interact together? Everyone starts asking like “you two are really close? When did this happen??? How did we miss this?”

-Morro revealing “uhhh so I’ve actually been training with Macaque for a while now in secret haha”

• But legit like this is the moment that Macaque decides “This is my kid now.”

-He succumbs to the fate of being dad-caque

• Morro is also the one who voices concern about sending Macaque in to fight against Wukong

• Alsooooo Morro definitely fights by Macaque’s side the best he can for that encounter

-“Dude I know you’re insanely strong and all that but I can help. You shouldn’t have to face him alone.”

• Oh and Morro accusing Red Son of stealing his look lmao

-“Hey fuck you, the sleeveless black top is MY thing”

• Yes I know there’s a lot of things I didn’t go over like the Samadhi Fire, Red Son’s and Morro’s dynamic (spoiler alert: they can and will refer to each other as cousins. Do with that information as you will), a deeper look on Morro’s actual relationships with each character, etc, etc.

• This post is just way too long as is so I’m gonna end it here and continue in a different one

• Oh and one final teaser for y’all: there is absolutely eventually gonna be a confrontation/crossover that happens where the ninja show up and hehe

• I’m plotting and scheming and cackling with delight

#ninjago #art #lego ninjago #my art #nsg #nsg au #noodle shop ghost au #noodle shop ghost #Morro #ninjago morro #lmk #lmk au #lego monkey kid #monkie kid #long post

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🍁🍂 Fortress Magica [ A TF2 / PMMM AU Concept ] 🍂🍁

...Welp; I caved. Someone had to make a Team Fortress 2/Puella Magi Madoka Magica crossover someday, and that someone had to be me. The brain maggots worms were too strong.

So, before I open this can of concentrated ramblings and bullshit, I do have to write down out the groundworks of this AU in order for it to make sense in the context of both universes and to make it easier for both myself and my remaining sanity left. As such, the rules are as follows:

Outside the help of incubators, humans are still able to gain magical abilities from other sources, so Merasmus and the Bombinomicon aren't necessarily connected to Kyubey and the likes. Akin to the elements of the air we breathe in, however, they all function under the same label of what we deem as "magical", so these different systems of magic do tend to coincide with one another.

Girls are not the only ones who are able to contract with Kyubey, though they are the most common demographic. I have a long-ass rant on why I chose to say "fuck canon" on these grounds, but now is not the time for it.

The history and worldbuilding of Team Fortress 2 stay mostly the same; the Blu vs. Red team, Grey Mann taking over, Australium, Saxton Hale- all the likes, baby.

Since we were not given the definitive end of the comics, I'll leave it up to ya'll on whether the AU takes place after Saxton takes over Mann Co. and diverges the timeline from there, or that, somehow, everything was back to normal after that cliffhanger of an ending is all up to you. This WILL be important later down the line, especially when we get to Medic's part.

I will be referring to the masculine individuals who have contracted Kyubey as either Puer Magi or Mahou Otoko (Magical Man), the masculine version of Witches are called Hellerunes, and the plural version of those who have contracted are Magicae. If there are any errors with these decisions, please PLEASE lmk so I can correct them accordingly.

Building upon the above point, a Puer Magi's equivalent to a Witch's Kiss would a Hellerune's Touch; both being common types of love languages that have been twisted for the purpose of causing despair amongst mankind.

Ah, now that we got all that out of the way, I also need to point out that I, admittedly, have no clue on what I should do with Sniper, Soldier and Engineer; I still need to look up the foremost former's lore and character writing, Soldier's a wild card, and we weren't given a lot of info about Engi. On top of that, be prepared to realize that some sections are WAY longer than the others; I am still catching up on TF2 lore and the comics, so I apologize in advance for missing info, apparent character favoritism, etc.

Lastly, if you guys have your own tips, interpretations, or even whole-ass AUs surrounding the topic, please do share them!! I really wanna know and see ya'll's takes on a PMMM AU- it's so fun!

And with all that said and done, let's get down to the meat and potatoes of this topic, starting with....

Scout

Ah, the literal gift from God to straight ladies everywhere, and, no, that is not hyperbole. With a fate like that, a backstory of being the underdog amongst his family, and familiarity with bloodshed, you bet your ass that his karmic potential would be off the charts; possibly moreso than either Tart's or MADOKA'S.

When you look at his character, it becomes increasingly evident that he is prime candidate for being a Magi; outside his karmic destiny, he is the most, let's say, volatile of the mercenaries- the most likely to actually burn himself out due to sheer cockiness and pride alone - one second he believes that his soul gem is fine and dandy, then the next he sees how dark it became and goes "oh shit" -.

This is also without mentioning the potential reason why he would contract in the first place; deep beneath his egotistical exterior, you can see that he wants to keep bettering himself- to get stronger and faster, and for what? Well, either to impress the dames, or to protect his mama. After all, we all know that the "disappearance" of his father is such a painful memory to him that he dropped the tough guy act just to tell Heavy that he would rather not talk about it, period. So his wish would be related to wanting to keep his family safe- by becoming stronger.

Spy

Now you see him, and now you don't. We don't know much about the Spy outside of the barebones, evident details; he hailed from France, possesses technology that allows him to become invisible at will, is able to seamlessly, successfully disguise himself as any person in mind, and is Scout's mom's...buddy. True to his profession, the Spy is an enigma through and through, so the difficulty of properly placing him in this jigsaw puzzle of a universe is inevitable....

or is it? In the Naked and the Dead comic, he's disguised himself as Tom Hones in order to make sure Scout passes on peacefully, and admits to having hooked up with his mother- and conceiving him as result. As Scout closed his eyes, Spy reverts back to his real form, telling him how he was so proud of him- his own son.

A traumatic disappearance, immense karmic potential, the themes of gifts, and the spy's ability to be a literal chameleon...

Now, personally, I am unsure about Spy's wish that not only ties into his traumatic disappearance and Scout outright refusing to talk about it, but it should be tied to his canonical powers- whether it's his ability to turn invisible, him being a master of disguise, or both. I'd also wager that he's a veteran Puer Magi- and, as we all know, a magi gets weaker the older they get (the witch Roberta is one such example), so, over time, he's begun relying more on his intellect and deception than raw strength alone in order to win a fight.

Demoman:

He can see the Incubators even to this day. He claims to have killed the Loch Ness Monster. He has a possessed eye socket. The Eyelander is a sentient weapon, so you bet your ass he knows most of the rudimentary details about magic-

He is not a Puer Magi.

After he had lost one of his eyes and was returned to his biological family after accidentally killing his adoptive ones, a deep pit in his heart was formed and hollowed him out- from the expectations of him parents to the traumatic incident causing his eye to be removed, he was aimless, and, soon, fell into the hands of a witch-

Yes, yes, I know that this is similar to how Madoka met Homura, but remember: he had at least some skills as a demolitions expert at that time, on top of the whole possessed eye socket thing (which may or may not have a certain effect when wandering through witch domains). This is Tavish fucking Degroot we are talking about, so, even as a wee tot and influenced by a witch's kiss, you bet he's managed to blow that witch into smithereens right before whatever group of Magicae got to it. If Homura was able to do it with non-magical weapons, so could the iron-willed Tavish.

(either that, or he did get saved by a bunch of Magicae- it all depends on your interpretations, and I personally wanted throw him a bone here)

As the barrier dissipated, a grief seed slowly fell from the sky nearby the exhausted child. Whether he was curious as to what it was or saw it as once of his very first spoils of way, he took it. Whatever research a child like him at the time was able to do yielded barebones results; ranging from only talk and scraps regarding unresolved tragedies, to the unexplained runes that he was sure he's seen in that barrier.

So many threads, but very little leads - if any -. Tavish looked at the grief seed in his hands...

If he was going to get some answers, he was gonna hunt them down himself.

It wasn't tough to find another witch- or, rather, it was no challenge for another witch to come his way; with his eyesocket and that grief seed in his hands combined, he's practically become a magnet for all things magical. This time, however, Tavish was more than prepared if things got too nasty...and he wasn't alone in the hunt-

In the midst of debris and shifting magic, the silhouettes of multiple Magicae - and an odd, mishappen fox thing - came into view. Both sides had their fair share of questions; the context and absurdity of it all on Tavish's side, and the inherent impossibility of an ordinary human being able to take down a witch on that of the veteran magical people. Considering the pros and cons, the group made an alliance with the young boy, as an ever-curious Kyubey looks on- intrigues by Tavish's peculiar abilities.

Over time, the young lad and the veteran magicae grew closer, even if it was still odd to them that Tavish didn't contract. It wasn't that he didn't want to be a magical boy - he'd be lying if he said he wasn't curious over the idea of having any wish he desires come true, and he was damn close to contracting several times, too -, yet experience with magical artifacts have left a sour taste in his mouth, so he had his suspicions. He'd wave his hand at the ferret thing and say "Probably another time."

Despite the apparent ups of the Magicae life, there were also the many downs in this rollercoaster. Though he was closer to the sidelines, Tavish was able to witness all the downfalls that come with this duty of becoming bound by Kyubey's sick rules.

By the time he was a teenager, the last member of their group fell - shattered their own soul gem in order to spare themselves the inevitability of becoming a witch -, and all he was able to do was...walk away with their body in his arms between tears; a noble person like them deserved a proper burial.

Without much consideration into his emotional strife, Kyubey inquired the demolitions expert whether or not he considered bringing the team back. He had all these chances to change all this handed to him on a silver platter, and he almost caved in numerous times - whether from guilt or the pressure from his "teammates" -; so why the hesitation? It wasn't as if he didn't need any additional magical abilities- so why couldn't he help his friends?

Help? Help them by bringing them back into this shithole of a life they fell into? A vicious cycle of betrayal, backstabbing, and inhumanity?

What befell each and every one of them was terrible, but it was outright selfish if he were to "save" them by dragging them into this endless samsara of horror.

Bitterly, the Scot scoffed at the alien beneath his feet.

"If I've got one wish..."

SQUASH

"Then I'd wish for ya to go back to whatever hell ya came from."

Nowadays, outside of his experience working with the Magicae and his knowledge of the incubators, he is still our lovable, honorable, sword-wielding drunkard. He eventually joined Mann Co. participated in the Gravel War, and the rest was history. The lives of the mercenaries were on the way of reaching a familiar beat and tune they were all comfortable with...

That was, until his eye caught the glimpse of something fuzzy and white.

His blood ran cold- and he was damn sure it wasn't the alcohol poisoning his senses this time.

Medic

(TW: mentions of Antisemitism, N-zis, unsanitary topics)

"It's the sound of progress, mein friend."

Our lovable quack doctor himself. Much like Spy and Pyro, we weren't given much information surrounding his backstory aside from his dialogue in Meet the Medic - in which he reveals that he has stolen a patient's bones and had his medical license revoked - and the subtle yet shockingly plentiful nudges towards his Jewish heritage and the, uh, considering the time period, he's had to escape his home in Germany due to All ThatTM. Yes, he has little to no respect for the hippocratic oath and the human dignity, but one can't help but wonder whether or not his apparent insanity did come from somewhere.

So, where can we go with the Medic? You remember when I said that the timeline will affect how we're gonna go with him? Because we are going the Hellerune route 100%.

Medic's obsession with his sick idea of "medicine", studies, and experiments will be his downfall, and I believe his wish has something to do with his advanced surgical techniques. After all, he's managed to fully heal Soldier without having to separate the blood types and by using his fucking underwear to get all the blood in the first place. It wouldn't be a stretch to already call him a witch in human form, not only due to said obsession, but also the fact that he has 8 souls sewn into himself sans his own.

Here's where the problem with the timelines starts to show; I am personally of the opinion that the souls Medic has were that of the Classic team's, because, if it were his teammates' souls, then not only would that not make much sense chronologically, but Sniper and Scout would have been barred from Heaven had it been the case. After all, Medic did sell one of those souls to Satan just for his pen.

If we were to go with the Saxton timeline, then the souls must have come from someplace else- since we also need a valid reason for Kyubey to target Scout; it wouldn't be in his best interest to target someone who is running around without said soul, after all.

So why am I blabbering on about the whole soul deal? Because, my dear friends, not only will they boost his Hellerune's powers - if we're going by the logic that the reason why Walpurgis is so stupidly powerful is because she's a fusion of several other witches herself -, but they'd also influence one set of his familiars.

Yes, I am aware that a witch's familiars are reflective of the witch's inner thoughts, their desires, and even goals; while Oktavia's Holgers exist solely to provide music for her, the Clara Dolls openly mock and berate Homulilly as she endlessly marches on towards her death sentence.

HOWEVER-

Holger was not Oktavia's only familiar throughout the timelines Homura went through; the first time she's ever seen Sayaka become a witch, the familiars that Oktavia had manifested in that timeline were the Klarissas, who were tasked to dance behind the witch as she focused on defeating the magical girls in her sights without giving a care for their wellbeing. Do take note that Holger and Klarissa both represent the two individuals who have aided in Sayaka's descent into despair; Kyosuke and Hitomi. Plus, let's not get into Walpurgisnacht's familiars, especially in the manga.

Besides, even if that wasn't the case, the souls have to manifest in some way. So whether his Hellerune's familiars look like random patients or the Classic team heavily depends on where this AU takes place in the TF2 comics' timeline. Either way, they ain't gonna be looking pretty.

Going back to Medic, I am certain that he seeked out the incubators himself; though his domain primarily focuses on human physiology, human experimentation and "medicine", he did showcase his fair share of intrigue towards magic whenever Merasmus is around, and even states that he has chosen the wrong field to study- that magic was the way to go. That's also without mentioning the wish-making aspect in all this- even if he would probably try and experiment on the incubator whenever he could, you bet that this would pique his interest from the get-go.

I'll be going by the possibility that Kyubey, whether prior to or during contracting, figured out that Medic had more than one soul within him- thus, multiple destinies. Status as a hivemind be damned, whatever Kyubey that Medic ran into hit the jackpot with that one.

Medic was already deep into immorality and obsession; while he would look for less-than-moral ways to keep his soul gem constantly functioning, all he'll be doing at this point was delay the inevitable- perhaps even unknowingly increasing his own karma in the process (whether or not this means even more souls being sewn into his system is up to ya'll). His fate was sealed as soon as his and the incubator's eyes met.

Aside from the familiars, the additional souls have also boosted his Hellerune's power and sentience- that, or it was his already-fleeting sanity that allowed him to stay aware in this new form. If Walpurgis achieved such strength via fusion, Medic was like this as soon as his Hellerune hatched.

His memories and moral standing as a Hellerune...wouldn't really change much. He's already caused more than enough despair as a human (just ask the classics and look at the money he blew just by siding with them /j); I bet he's still our old medic, just in a new body...and, boy, he's LOVING it.

And, yes, Archimedes would be another one of his familiars; he'll find a way to drag that bird into his barrier.

Pyro

So, remember when I said that though the kinds of magic Merasmus and Kyubey utilize are vastly different, they are still interlinked and are under one label? There are many a factors and intersections that come between these two systems, and, as we are going to dive into, Pyro is one of those links that tie them all together.

Depending on your own interpretation of Pyro, whether or not they are under Pyrovision 100% of the time, and how their Pyrovision manifests in the first place is all up to you. I will simply be talking about how this ties into the Madokaverse and try to make as much sense of it as I could, but, as I said earlier, I am all open for interpretations and suggestions.

You see, in this AU, Pyrovision kinda functions like the evert mechanic present in the game Eversion- that everything is somehow real and not just to Pyro; that Pyrovision is simply another "layer" or perspective of reality. As such, the logic of non-magi being unable to see witches, their familiars, or even the incubators does not apply to Pyro because their perception is vastly different from that of a common person.

Whether they've contracted or not and their perspective on the witches+familiars+kyubey+etc., again, it all falls on one's own interpretation of Pyro's character. I could start going on about mine, but that would lean too much into hc territories and this post was getting too long, anyway. ^^;

Heavy

Finally, we end it all with the big man himself, the face of Team Fortress 2; Mikhail. The stone-cold killing machine with a sound mind and soft soul (who else would willingly starve themselves just to keep animals alive? Much less personally name his own guns?).

Just like Scout, there are many a reasons as to why Heavy would be a target for contracting; much like Tavish, his backstory is riddled with tragedy- upon his father's death, Heavy, his mother, and his sisters were sent to the North Siberian Gulag due to said dad being a counter-revolutionist. They were there for 3 months, but it was still approximately 91 days of being trapped in a heartless, frozen hell- until a fire consumed the camp, the soldiers there perishing, and the prisoners - heavy and his family included - running free from the disaster.

A...frankly fucked up story so far, and let's not get into the implication that he might have had something to do with the burning of said gulag; that he risked his life for the chance of his younger sisters and mother to be set free. This speaks volumes of Heavy's role as a guardian figure to those around him, and as one of the most understanding and empathetic of the mercs next to Demoman and Engineer.

Above all else, the Heavy's duty revolves around the safety of his teammates, both during gameplay and in-lore. He values the lives of those around him, human or otherwise, and, like Tavish, has a sense of duty- in his case, it is towards his surviving family and the comrades of his team. What better wish would fit a giant like him than wishing to ensure the safe escape of his family and the other prisoners?

Yes, this does fit in rather well with the rules and present themes of karma and sacrifice PMMM is so well-known for. The contrast between his and Medic's destinies is evident; in which Heavy's empathy and the specifications of his wish have assisted in allowing him to live on for so long- to stay still and strong to keep on for his loved ones' sakes, while Medic's fervent fascination with his unorthodox experiments in the name of discovery, progress, and satiating his sick curiosity was eventually his downfall.

I wish I was able to write more here, I really do (especially Heavy's reaction to Medic witching out, and said Hellerune not only recognizing him but also calling out his name). Alas, it is 2 in the morning where I live atm, so I'll leave it all here for now. :'D Sorry!

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act three

act three of the let others wage war, you, happy child, marry series

future tsar/romanov prince! timothée chalamet x danish!princess reader/oc

series masterlist

main masterlist

act one.

act two.

word count: 4.1k

warning(s): kissing, making out (nothing too steamy) more yearning that's all, vague sexual references if you squint

summary: your seemingly uneventful life meets a turn when you are faced a proposition that will propel you into the centre of a glittering empire as you wrestle with the prospects of leaving home or being with the one you love.

notes: a romanov au based on the grandmother of Anastasia- Maria Feodorovna. also based on the Danish Royal Family who were elected into the position and married into prestigious families and dynasties, with Christian IX her father known as the "father-in-law of Europe" during the 19th century.

side note: please lmk if you would like to join the taglist for any of my series/soc med aus or anything I upload! I lost track the first time but please send it again so I can organize it tysm 💕

"You don't turn your back on your destiny.”

― Trine Villemann, Queen of Deception

What you were expected to do next, is probably what your mother trained you her entire life for. After spending another breakfast alongside the Tsarina, this time without your mother, you were to spend your next few afternoons in the library with Timothee.

Besides from your introduction by the staircase and your brief altercation with you dropping your book, you have not spent any private time alone with the Russian heir one to one without his attention divided with your numerous family members.

You made your way through the marble halls, whipping your sweaty palms as you trembled in anxiety towards the library. With ribbons in your hair, braided as it’s split in the middle of your scalp before its pinned on the nape of your neck, you thought you looked like a show pony up for auction.

Pink ribbons that complemented the all-white dress you wore, jacquard organza, with bell sleeves decorated with dotted lace and a plain pearl white chiffon belt around your waist. You found it a little superficial that you had to be dressed to the nines to get his attention, but you closed your eyes as you stopped behind the oak doors, taking a deep breath before you swing the door open towards the library.

Absorbed into the leather spined book on the mahogany table, Tsesarevich Timothee did not hear your arrival. As you clear your throat, he looks up at you from the desk, astounded as he shuts the book and stands up to greet you with a polite bow.

“I apologize I did not hear you enter the room, Dagmar.” His cheeks flush in embarrassment and you can’t help but smile at how much younger and more childlike he seems suddenly, even with his dignified appearance and garments.

Walking towards him so you sit across from him on matching oak chairs, he elegantly strides over to usher the seat for you, inviting you to take a seat before him, ever a gentleman.

“Why, thank you Timothee. “ Minnie graciously nods in gratitude with a meek grin. In the absence of footmen usually doing announcements and assisting as your mothers unanimously agreed you both would be alone, devoid of your older brother Freddie in the other room.

As he sits from across from you, you hesitantly don’t know where to place his hands or what to say. He notices your discomfort, affably trying to find common interests in the encyclopedia he was reading.

“I have been engrossed for hours in this library, it is filled with such a magnificent collection. Do you usually read here often?”

“Very much so, Timothee. It’s my second home, my escape from everything around me. I like reading anything, probably more than my siblings. However, I am currently reading A Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens.”

“Yes, I have read that myself. Are you enjoying it so far?”

“I am eager to finish it soon but I would not call it among my favourites.”

He arches his eyebrow in curiosity, more unconstrained once he felt that you were less guarded with him.“Is that so? What else has been occupying your time, Minnie of Denmark.”

You ramble on for what seems like hours on end on your ongoing interests, from the new dress patterns you have been trying, the meals you have been cooking up in the kitchen (even if you can now easily afford an entire array of chefs and maids in the palace), to the economic, philosophical and even political works in the abounding library filled with both ancient texts and new literature fresh off the press.

For the next few weeks up to the month, this has become part of your routine to spend a few hours in the private library with Timothee. In your own private nook and cranny, you’re both surrounded and intellectually yet also emotionally and mentally stimulated by lush, carved marble with golden leaves and statues intricately molded.

It is between these halls where you truly get to know him, from his fondness of his family even within the wintry coldness of the aptly named Winter Palace, how he adores his only sister Maria among his rowdy brothers.

He shared with you how it was like in the Imperial Russian royal court, from the elaborate court dress and protocol, the ceremonies, the holidays, the symbolism and the complexity of a world that is so unlike the one you know.

The way Timothee described the ornate halls in the Tsarskoye Selo palaces, from the Malachite Room where Russian Grand Duchesses prepared for their matrimonial ceremonies, the remarkable itinerary from his past Grand Tour of Europe, from the vastness of the kingdom he is to inherit, the range of people he has met who will one day be ruled under his wing, the places and cultures he has explored.

A certain tinge of jealousy formed from within you, but the compelling way he would unravel stories to you, from thoughts and ideas into spoken word, like the written poetry he had gradually introduced and shown you, fascinated you more by the day. You longed to get out of what felt like a plain cage in your tiny Denmark, you loved your country more than anything. You would die for it.

Yet you could see the genuine admiration he had for your passionate, incongruous tirades for hours on end on what you sincerely cared about. From your avenue in swimming, rare for noble women and even less regular to be taught by a female swimming coach, ice skating by the lake and racing with your siblings - to the new economic and political theories emerging in universities where you longed to go in place of your indifferent brothers, new dress sketches, ribbons, laces, pearls, the places you wanted to go and what you wanted to do in the future.

Yet you could not get rid of this inner knowing, this unspoken urge, almost your intuition or insight on your fate and potential - that you were meant for greater things. You were meant for the extravagance of life, not just a plain soldier’s wife like your sisters would be satisfied with. You would never be satisfied, there was always a hunger in you that would not be quenched, fulfilled and fed to fullness.

With Alix en route to becoming Princess of Wales and future Queen of England, one of the great powers of Europe, then is it not only fitting for you as her younger sister to have a fate as befitting as hers? It felt wrong thinking that you would throw yourself to whatever eligible heir to try to one up your own flesh and blood, but there was more to it that you could not fully comprehend.

As the weeks continued and you became closer than ever to the Russian heir, it is an accumulation of built up tension and almost - longing, passion and unspoken emotion that is always present between the two of you. It grows, it lingers, it festers, no matter how much you try to kill it and you can visibly see him suppress himself as he would, a proper, respectable gentleman raised only with the finest breeding.

“Tell me what a typical day in your tutoring sessions looks like?” Minnie inquires curiously, lounging on the golden loveseat with her palms folded under her chin as she kneels on the cushion and looks at him with wide eyes.

“My mother is thoroughly involved in my education, from the selection of my tutors, the content of my curriculum, the traveling itinerary when I am actually out on the field rather than locked up in a palace. Both my parents have always emphasized to me that my role is privileged yet it is a duty, a responsibility to improve the lives of those who look under me. To be a public servant and not be indulgent in the trappings of wealth and revelry, is my goal as future Tsar of Russia.”

…

Nearly reaching a month of when your library concussion became regular, you and Timothee dug deep into the halls of the aged library, having read, thoroughly discussed and explored the shelves closer to the main entrance by the oak table.

You were scanning thoroughly through the bottom shelves, brushing your fingers against the harsh spines of the pressed books, while he was up a few steps on the metal ladder, skimming through a few pages of books until he would find what he was looking for.

“Be careful you might fall off, Timmy.” You tease him partially, but downplaying the concern you had for his safety as you gripped tightly on the ladder for support.

Over the hours you have gotten to know him closely and without formalities, you have been able to peek beyond the facade of the guarded, romantic Russian heir and become familiar with his sense of humour and unfiltered thoughts, dreams and aspirations, beyond the role he was raised to inherit.

Shaking his head as he clambers down, he struggles to get his footing back on the ground before nearly colliding into you. The sheer force of the weight and holding back the ladder as he panics.

You stride backwards haphazardly against the staircase, with his body pressing against yours, with his palms around your shoulders to soften the blow of impact, and a gentle hand on the side of your head in case any books fall over.

Out of breath as your heart beats so loudly you can hear it echo in your eardrums, his breath warm against your skin, his nose touching yours and your mouth a millimeter away from his. Timothgee’s shaken expression turns into unabridged yearning, wanting to kiss you but not without your permission. Not like this.

It was never proper for any respectable gentlemen, more so a royal prince, to make any advancements without a formal proposal. You attempt to speak up or push him away from you, but a part of you is frozen in place and has your words caught in your throat, eyes dilated in adoration. The scent of his aftershave lingered and you wanted to hollow yourself into its embrace.

“I-I sincerely apologize, Your Royal Highness.” Closing his eyes in restraint before he smooths the ruffles of your dress, pacing away from you unable to meet your eyes before he bows and leaves the room abruptly. It’s hard to deny the stinging hurt and conflict heavy on your chest as you recollect your breath, and fiddle with the loose curls in your hair.

Stumbling into the closest upholstered chaise, you let out a breath of incredulity as you brush your fingerprints against your lips, feeling the ghost of what could have been. Your meetings with the heir are abruptly interrupted as you are too overwhelmed to see him in private without a crowd of your families and delegates present.

…

“What if- what if she does not fancy me the same way I do?” Timothee asks, slamming down the French language newspaper he is unable to focus on and read as he sits by the reading table in his guest bedroom.

Alexander, or Sasha, his younger brother by only a year, had finished his yearly military training before following his brother and mother to their excursion in Copenhagen. Taller, broader, with much more roguish and defined features than his delicate, almost ethereal, elfin brother, whatever differences they had could not be overcome by their unchanging bond.

“No fool of a woman would refuse your advances, Tim. Besides, if you were to propose on bended knee to anyone from the street, whether it be from the Almanach de Gotha or the brothels, it would take a blind man to not see how her eyes speak of love to you in the same way.” Sasha retorts, crossing his legs as he lounges them over the table, throwing in a grape from the bowl next to him languidly as he looks out the window.

“She is a beautiful girl-”

“You act as if I have not seen her at the balls and the brunches we have attended in her home country, or worse, I have been subject to your hours of pining over you as you sing songs of praise in her name and declare her the love of your life even from the few photographs you had of her.” Sasha teases, dropping his legs and turning to face his brother with a pestering expression.

He dodges the embroidered pillow Timothee throws at him facetiously, earning a chuckle from both before the elder leaves the room to reach for his parchment and his treasured, personally engraved inked fountain pen.

In his absence, Timothee misses Alexander’s apprehensive frown towards the scatter of carte-de-visites of Minnie’s image.

…

The cold, icy silence is broken in only a few days, as the time is ticking before his departure, with a full bouquet of pink roses and carnations by your front door, delivered not by your Danish maids but by his personal secretary and a few of his staff members.

“Your Royal Highness, these are from His imperial Highness, Grand Duke Timothee Alexandrovich, ma’am. If you would so kindly accept, he has intricately put these together for you.”

“For me?” They all nod in expectation, blinking at you expressionlessly before you miss the beat and graciously take the bouquet in your arms. Just as they bow politely to their absence, your ladies-in-waiting about to shut your bedroom door before you interrupt them to pick up the note inserted that fell down on the floor.

“Dear Minnie,

I apologize for the impropriety of my behaviour since the last time we had met and have only parted since. I ask humbly to implore your kindness to forgive me and give me one more chance to be blessed with your company. If it pleases you, please send for a single white peony flower to be delivered to my bedside this morning, and I plead that you meet me at the same drawing room of the library we have become so accustomed to in the last Sunday before my decampment.

Yours,

Timmy”

Your heart fluttered that he had dropped the rigid formalities he had resorted to since you had last seen him in the flesh, still coming back to the nicknames that had sounded so natural to your tongue and felt like home.

A singular peony flower was found by his bedside the following morning.

…

You have been on edge recently, restless and numb all around as you pace around your bedroom, pondering whether you go outside again and risk bumping into him before you are emotionally prepared to do so.

In your velvet riding cape and with your riding shoes laced up tightly, you peer through the cream coloured curtains and you could already feel the tinge of regret if you do not ride in view of the perfect sunset, scattered in warm pinks and bright oranges.

Sneaking past your distracted handmaidens, you furtively make your way towards the stables to ride with your beloved white stallion. Mounting on your horse masterfully, you tug on the leather straps before your horse Winter gallops eagerly towards the gorgeous fall weather outside.

The breeze of fresh air hits your face suddenly, and you smile at the soothing sensation it gives you that nearly knocks off the tiredness and sleeplessness you have been fighting since you last saw Timothee. As you attempted to enjoy the scenery before you and the lush, pedicured gardens that you had so loved, you could not escape your thoughts of his acuminous, striking features, from his curved nose, the pink of his fine lips, his dreamy eyes that swirled of gold, of emerald green, and the blues of the seas all at once.

Shaking your head, you tug on your leather straps to quicken the pace of your stallion. You feel the sweat glisten on your brow as the temperature rises and your cheeks redden in flush.

Dried eyes and dark circles hollow your face from sleepless nights of tossing and turning. You cannot ignore the feeling, the butterflies, the thumping, the unintended calm, the peaceful knowing erupting from within you.

What minutes you rode outside the palace grounds felt like hours, even as the noon sun began to slightly dim in the late summer.

Just as you make a final turn to quickly stop over towards the private garden hidden beneath the grazed path that is concealed by bushes and mazes, you catch a glimpse of unruly curls amass a swad of fine silks and satin and you turn around so abruptly you're afraid you have gone whiplash.

Dizzy and discombobulated as you hurriedly race back to your bedroom in hopes of being spared from scoldings from your parents, your swift, quiet riding turns rugged and emphatic.

Whatever efforts you had to avoid your presence being known to Timothee are all in vain when you see him galloping towards you on your brothers horse from the corner of your eye when you turn around.

Light-headed and wobbly as you halt your horse in front of an aged oak tree and plummet down your feet, you catch your breath leaning down and holding on your horses leather stirrups as he approaches you hurriedly.

Feeling humiliated and abashed in your muddy riding gown, untucked hair falling off your lazily pinned bonnet and worn out riding boots, your heart continues to raise from the adrenaline of the chase, yet from the mere presence of him in your vicinity.

"It has been too long, my dearest Dagmar. I cannot hide it any longer, what I feel towards you."

"What!?"

You scold yourself in your head immediately and bite your tongue at your tendency to speak before thinking, yet he is not phased.

"What I feel towards you goes beyond political pressures and dynastic alliances, as I would rather die alone than marry someone out of duty and not love, Minnie." Hearing the hoarseness in his voice as he murmurs your nickname like a prayer feels so right, even when it felt like you were thrown off hundreds of miles spinning in unknown directions as the forked road splits in front of you.

As he approaches you, you notice his lavender cravat is loosened from its formerly orderly knot, slugging along with his unbuttoned cream white shirt, revealing his milky skin.

Seeing the same restlessness and fatigue in his swollen eyes and faint shadow of stubble on his chiseled face, your heart turns into knots that overwhelm you so much you fear you will burst into tears.

As he steps forward towards you, you do not retreat and surrender as your back hits the firm tree trunk, his forehead brushing against yours as his eyes waver anxiously from your eyes to your lips.

"Is it wrong I feel the same?"

You sword you saw him roll his eyes in constrained want, his groans making you feel an unfamiliar wetness between your legs, nearly feeling his arousal harden between your thighs yet his wandering hands go no further than the columns of your curves. Feeling the fabric of your beige cropped Button jacket, you feel want coarse through your veins as you lean in towards him, your lips so close to his.

"May I?"

"I would die if you waited any longer."

He dives in with heated passion, hands tightly gripping around your waist as your palms slide up towards his shoulders and behind his neck. His lips feel warm against yours, exploring wildly as his tongue dances around your mouth yet constrains and softens as his lust is overpowered by a mellow, placid affection and infatuation for you.

Timothée pulls away with swollen lips and dilated pupils that swirl in the hazel, gold and hints of ocean blue that you love so much.

"The days I have left in Copenhagen are numbered but what is most important to me is you do not feel pressured to succumb to any external influences of your feelings to me. Take a few fortnights to think through what I have shared with you, Minnie. If you would give me the honour to be your wedded husband, I would do anything in my capability to make you happy and be loyal to you. Even if it costs my life."

Before you are able to process the heated exchange you have in the shaded, dimming forest, he is gone.

…

“May I speak to Princess Dagmar, please. Alone?”

The surreptitious knocks from the unlocked entrance of the parlor room interrupts your spirited discussions and round of games with your sisters, Alix and Thyra. Alix had just returned from England on her own, having won over the affections of Queen Victoria and began preparations before you were to join her with your family to England for the matrimonial ceremony.

Alix looks at you with a raised eyebrow, almost knowing from her subtle smirk as you pull gently from the hems of her sleeves, but she shakes her head as she stands up and pats your shoulder before she leaves.

“Alix, where are you going?” You whisper with wide eyes.

“You will be fine, dear Minnie. He wants to talk to you alone. Remember what we talked about.”

As your mother Louise answers nearly feverishly, a grin on her face as she courtesies at the Russian heir and dragging your sisters along with her, slamming the door shut just to leave you and Timothee alone.

Minnie stammers, fiddling with her fingers nervously. Timothee approaches you tensely with his arms by his sides, palms interlocked behind him.

A poignant, charged silence occurs between the two of you. You sit there nervously, your skirt splayed out on the upholstered love seat, your words caught up in your throat.

Mustering the courage, he clears his throat as he looks at you, stepping closer carefully.

"Dagmar, I-You-" murmuring under his breath, switching back and forth between your shared English language, before spluttering in incomprehensible French and German that confused you further.

"As you know, the road ahead for me is clearly paved as the future Tsar of Russia and it is a duty that I do not take lightly."

"Yes?"

"Heavy is the crown that one bears and I understand it is not merely a privilege for me to splurge but a responsibility for me to serve my country men. I have met many great men far and wide, of the utmost intelligence, discipline -" as he nervously prances around the room, you stare at him with furrowed brows and a gaped mouth on confusion for his next step.

" You are very kind, Timothee. Too kind, perhaps. "

"Yes, yes." He pauses intentionally, staring at you right in your eyes with an unknown expression. You are drawn into his hazel eyes sprinkled in gold and lush green, under a spell you don't want to break yourself free of.

"And for the future Tsar, in order to rule the kingdom with the right mind and character, no matter how much preparation I would need, I would need a future Empress of Russia." Timothee approaches you, now more relaxed with slumped shoulders. Standing in front of you, hesitantly reaching forward until you offer your hands, clutching his large, slender fingers gently yet firmly and with purpose.

Gulping tensely as you let out a shaky breath and close your eyes to collect your breath, before you meet his eye. You know what exactly he is asking for.

"I had spoken for and asked permission from your beloved parents, His and Her Majesty, if they would grant me the honour of asking for your hand. In their kindness and grace, they only ask that you marry for love and it remains your choice in your choice of groom. If you believe that I am not worthy of your presence, one word from you and I will leave you in peace. I do not promise it will be an easy journey, for the undertaking I am humbly asking of you, but would you accept my proposal that you will become the future Empress of Russia by my side? To be my destined spouse in front of the church, our Father in Christ and our people?"

"Yes! Yes! Without question." You interrupt him suddenly, looking up as you jump on your feet. With your voice highly pitched with your wide eyes and raised cheeks, you leap into his arms with an disarming speed that nearly knocks him off his feet.

Caught off guard, he errors into an overjoyed smile, eyes wrinkled in his unrbidled joy, wrapping his arms around your waist with happy tears brimming from his eyes as you pepper gentle kisses on the apple of his cheeks and brushing over his nose.

Pulling away to stand in front of him, you gently grasp his forearms as he circles his hands around your waist. You exhale slowly, admiring him with gentle, soft eyes and a satisfied grin.

Your life changed forever. Another world opens up to you.

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kjtoons · 1 year

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AU CONCEPT TIME- (Ninjago Crystallised and LMK Season 3 Spoilers Below the Cut)

Okay so I had this idea for a sort of fix-it AU for Crystallized that also involves a Lego Monkie Kid Crossover as well as a Morro redemption arch, bear with me here- So basically when Lloyd goes golden Oni in the battle for the first time, instead of getting scared and shaking it off, he gets scared and the overlord takes advantage of this and decides to possess him. Meanwhile, the four ninja aren’t able to free their creation elements in time and end up getting corrupted in their dragon forms. Basically everything that can go wrong goes wrong, and Ninjago falls and is basically decimated by these five- Anyways you can tell this is me really wanting complicated character development through a villain arch, continuing- Now I’m not sure how this happens yet (I have a vague idea that MK’s world is the departed realm but I’m not sure how to explain that yet) but I’m thinking when Morro dies in the water that second time he’s reincarnated in the world of LMK as Mei’s older brother. They’re practically glued to the hip until Mei meets MK and the gang and they start growing apart. Morro doesn’t really show signs of having dragon powers and is struggling with feeling useless since his sister’s out here being a badass while he’s stuck with just doing nothing but skateboarding and gaming. He does end up going with the gang to help find the Samadhi fire, but is in Tang’s position where he can’t contribute much but helps where he can. At the end of this during that scene where they’re all eating on top of that cliff (Mountain? can’t remember exactly) he corners Monkey King and asks what he’s supposed to be. The Monkey King simply says his destiny lies elsewhere and doesn’t elaborate- Anyways because Morro was constantly feeling useless after Mei started growing distant with him he start practicing martial arts to fight the feeling, and he’s gotten pretty good at it. He’s out on his family’s mansion’s big porch one day, practicing, when he accidentally discovers that he can control the wind. He’s shocked, thinking this is some kind of dragon power, and tells his parents. His parents are confused since this isn’t a power you can get from being descended from dragons. Now Morro’s confused as well, wondering where the heck this came from. Then all hell breaks loose with the arrival of a new golden demon and his four winged servants. Outside of the idea of MK’s realm being the departed realm, I don’t really have much a reason for why they end up here, but my current reasoning is that the overlord is basically fostering Lloyd’s anger to keep his form up by sending them to the departed realm to basically torture his enemies. Mei, MK, Red Son, and the rest of the crew are struggling to get a leg up on fighting him, since he’s proving to have an otherworldly power to spread darkness that they can’t combat. Then golden guy spots Morro randomly during the battle and goes ballistic, hellbent on killing him. MK, Red Son, Mei and the rest of the gang come to his rescue and get the hell out of there since they’re not winning this one. That’s all I really have figured out right now for this AU, but I do plan on them finding a way for MK and co to get to Ninjago at one point and meet those that are still alive that weren’t decimated by golden dude, as well as Morro gradually gaining his memories from his past life back throughout the story. Also saving the four core ninja from their corruption somehow. I still have the idea to separate these into seperate AUs since I seriously think Lloyd and the other four ninja could’ve been absolutely freaking amazing villains for Ninjago: United and provided such interesting character archs because they’re corrupted and such. I also would just want to write my own version of a Morro redemption somehow because I love this angsty ghost boy so much and thrown it in there with this whole thing. Also, just a seperate AU where oni lloyd attacks MK’s realm somehow. Idk if they’ll stay together, idk it they’ll be seperate, we’ll see- Anyways thanks for reading my word vomit hopefully it wasn’t too indecipherable. I just wanted to get it down somewhere.

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goobiestar · 1 year

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what if i were to ask you to go on about the destiny switch au… sounds cool af if you ask me…

OK SO DESTINY SWITCH AU (lmk if u have any questions after the messy ass read)

So it starts off with Doestar having 3 lives left and having her deputy Daisytoe expecting some tom’s kits.

She has two she kits, Goosekit and Moonkit and the med cat Cloudberry already sees something in Goosekit and asks if she can be a med cat app early. Daisytoe (still the deputy) is like “fuck no my kid is 4 months old” but Cloudberry doesnt listen and says its a sign from starclan (which is a scam bcuz goose has powers and Cloudberry is on 1% battery)

So goosekit, an infant 4 month old is sad shes gonna be a med cat—so moonkit is like “i dont care if its a sign, i would actually like to be a medicine cat instead.” And with enough arguing with the leader, med cat and deputy Moonkit finally gets assigned to Cloudberry when she reaches the age of 6 months.

Goosepaw is assigned to Rooktail (adopted dad) and Moonpaw is assigned to Cloudberry ofc.

Goosepaw is made fun of by the other apprentices for being a bit weird and absent minded, also really small and weak for her age—and it gets worse when Goose starts questioning her gender.

Meanwhile Moonpaw had been too busy to keep track of her sibling and more with medicine, she starts talking to Stormpaw and the two hit it off—Stormpaw is upset shes a medicine cat, Moonpaw likes stormpaw.

Goosepaw finds comfort in her mentor and new friend Pinepaw and this is when Goosepaw decides to transition (very roughly) into a tom? Still lots of backlash and confusion but Pinepaw and Rooktail shrug and say it is what it is.

This is also when Goosepaw starts to look at the leader position Doestar is in and takes idolization in his mother and leader.

Time skip, Pinepaw becomes Pineheart, Stormpaw becomes Stormsight and Goosepaw becomes Goosefang after the three fought together in battle.

Goosefang and Stormsight are good friends, and Stormsight confides in Goosefang that he has a crush on his 4 second older sister.

Goosefang is like “WHAT THE FUCK THATS AGAINST THE CODE!!!” And has a vision of 2 cats in nestling at Moon’s belly. So Goosefang is like “fuck you whore. My sister is a med cat and we’re gonna be the best sibling duo EVR..” and Goosefang drops Stormsight like that.

Moonpaw gets her med cat name finally and is named Moonshine (pun intended), this means Stormsight tries to become closer with her and tries flirting with her more much to Goosefang’s distaste.

Cloudberry dies from old age and Moonshine is the only medicine cat, a moon later Daisytoe retires from a wounded leg that wouldnt heal and Doestar is on her second to last life. Goosefang “recieves a sign” from starclan and says he has to become deputy after his mother.

Leaf-bare comes and also brings famine.

Moonshine and Goosefang have no idea what they’re in for.

#btw theyre a bit older around this timeline because it’s pushed back #some timelines are pushed forward while some are pushed back #THIS IS JUST PART ONEEEE MAKING PART 2 RIGHT NOWWWWWW #also keep in mind doe and cloud still know about goose’s powers and its still hidden away for him to be a totally normal warrior #he has no destiny because he was planned to be a med cat and his sister a warrior #thus the au name #destiny switch au #goobie bites #asks #goosefeather #moonflower wc #warrior cats #warrior cats au #au

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moondrop39-dovewing70 · 1 year

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The Crossover AU

Imagine if your own personal original series interacted with the LMK Characters....

How would that change events?

The Crossover AU takes two universes and combines them:

The first universe has been a pet project of mine that has it's own original characters and lore. I have mentioned it before multiple times and my profile picture is one of the characters. The Destiny Saga, also known as Destiny: Legend of the Protectors.

The second universe is, of course, Lego Monkie Kid affectionately nicknamed LMK.

I will detail this in a another post but beware spoilers are ahead for both series.

Are you guys interested?

#Crossover AU #Au #LMK au #LMK #lego monkey kid #lego monkie kid

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prongsbxtch · 3 years

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Dreaming

Modern AU

summary: two people seemingly found themselves after healing from the heart break they both caused.

word count: 617

a/n: I had a lil mind blast today and thought to post this as my first fic here? Not beta read tho. I kinda planned that the place they were on was on Diplomat Hotel in Baguio, Philippines. I saw this tiktok video and im just rlly drawn to it at some way. the second clip was like the scene im going for in this blurb.

And there he was, like a deer caught in headlights. Staring at the person like it was a ghost in front of him that’s been haunting him everywhere he went.

He was dreaming. How could they possibly be in the same place as he is? He thought about how cliché it is to see the person they love at a random place like it’s their destiny calling. A random place they’ve once talked about.

He saw them smile. A smile that reached their ears, the look that would undoubtedly make another person feels safe with them. He was stunned meanwhile the person on the other side wanders the place with admiration the same way they looked at him long ago. They were awed by the structure of the building full of mysteries and stories behind it; they were such a sight for sore eyes especially for him.

The person he broke was standing at the other side of them and he couldn’t fathom it.

But then he heard them laughed. Someone called out their name saying it’s time to go but they just disregarded them, telling their friend they should let them stay there for a while.

He definitely wasn’t dreaming.

He couldn’t believe they were here, the person he left just because he thought the girl he loved was the one. The person he left because they were both with different persons they once loved. The person who he described “the right person, wrong time.”

The person who he believed would be his at the right time, maybe not today, tomorrow, years even or ever; but in some universe, maybe they were each other’s persons.

They look comforting. He kept walking as he stared at the sight of them, he was keeping their pace. Funny how minutes has passed that he’s dazing since he saw them, yet they still hasn’t noticed his presence.

Unknowingly, they both turned at the corner, having both of them facing each other.

This time, it was them caught like a deer in headlights. He is here.

He is here?!

The man they thought have looked their way but end up going for another person. The man they got their heart broken because they don’t have the courage to tell them how they feel. The man they’ve opened up their naked truths.

They didn’t know what to say or rather react. They could be dreaming. They could be hallucinating at the sudden thought of him of the place.

He was just standing and gazing back at them. He has this appeal where he looks like he was enraptured by them, rather than the place they’re in. He was there as if the universe is telling them some sign.

They pinched themselves thrice. He shakes his head snickering.

They definitely weren’t dreaming.

“Are you for real?” They cried out as their palms nervously sweat, they walked slowly towards the man. He nodded mouthing "yes." Without any hesitations, they ran to him; both of them spreading their arms as an invitation to hug.

They are real. They’re both definitely not dreaming.

“I missed you so much,” They both said at the same time. A minute passed with them just hugging and feeling each other’s warmth.

It felt as if they were lovers away from each other for too long, too long which felt like they were reincarnated just to be right for each other at the right time. It was as if they were made for each other.

The two souls healed from the heartbreak both of them unconsciously caused, now met again.

As they pulled out from the hug, it was at this moment they knew it was a new start for them.

lmk if u liked it !! likes, reblogs, and comments are deeply appreciated !! <333

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rivalsforlife · 4 years

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The Miles Dadworth Fic Rec List

List last updated: May 14 2021

Hopefully comprehensive list of fics of Miles Edgeworth Being A Father. This can be heavily implied or him outright adopting a kid. Not filtered through for quality, I just picked all the ones I could find easily.

Here’s how it works: I went through the 29 fics in the platonic Miles&Kay tag on ao3 that weren’t also tagged with the ship (gross), and skimmed through the fics that listed them both in the character tags. I also went through the platonic Sebastian&Miles tag. (Pretty much all the Sebastian fics are under the aai2 spoilers category regardless of how much spoilers are actually in there, just to be on the safe side!) I picked out ones that were either Miles Is A Dad or at least had heavy Dad vibes, and in which that relationship played a major if not were the sole focus of the story.

I didn’t go through Trucy’s tag yet because it’s the largest and also overlaps heavily with narumitsu - and while I love the ship, I wanted to focus on platonic relationships here, and didn’t really want to break down if each fic is more Miles&Trucy focused or narumitsu focused. Maybe later! I also didn’t go through the fics with original child characters for Miles -- though if you have any, lmk and I’ll add in a category for them, it counts as Dadworth too.

In the interest of being transparent as possible, these options are probably going to be biased. I read over or at least skimmed all of the fics submitted here before I put together this list, and therefore, I probably missed some that are tagged under ships that I personally dislike. As long as the ship isn’t something egregious, feel free to recommend it preferably with the Dadworth parts you like pointed out to me, and I’ll add it!

Now that those disclaimers are done… each of the fics below is sorted into one of three categories based on spoilers. There’s the link, followed by the title, author, rating, word count, and completion status (most are complete) along with any notes I thought might be helpful, such as which Dadworth relationship it focuses on but also any content warnings. Check them out and send the authors your love!

If you have any recommendations for the list, whether that’s because it’s on a non-ao3 site, under a ship I avoided, under a Dadworth relationship I didn’t search for, or I just plain missed something… send me a message either here or on twitter @rivalsforlife with a link to the fic!

Similarly, if one of your fics on this list and you don’t want it to be, let me know and I’ll remove you from it, no hard feelings!

Full list under the “keep reading”.

Relatively Spoiler-Free Recs

… like it’s not going to be totally spoiler-free, but no major spoilers for anything released post-AJ unless stated otherwise.

Surprise Visit, by tellezara. T, 1385 words, complete. Not explicitly Dadworth, but Kay breaks into Miles’s house and meets Phoenix. Background narumitsu.

Means to an End by xtwilightzx. T, 24653 words, complete. Miles + Kay and a little bit of Miles + Trucy, again there’s narumitsu haha oops there’s gonna be a lot of those. It’s a spy+secret agent AU, I kind of just went through the Kay parts when adding it so I didn’t read over a lot of it and it’s been a while since I read it the first time. Not a fluffy piece, so tread carefully!

startling conclusions., by snowweiss. G, 3589 words, complete. Mainly Miles + Trucy and also Kay is there, and again, background narumitsu.

The Little Things, by TelepathJeneral. G, 1838 words, complete. Miles+Kay, literally tagged “the ‘dad who isn’t a dad’” so. Yeah.

By the Skies, by potatomin. G, 1893 words, complete. Miles + Kay, not outright dad-stuff and can be read as friendship-only but here I am anyways claiming it

Turnabout Road Trip, by AutisticWriter. G, 1032 words, complete. Miles + Kay, not outright dad stuff but there’s a line implying it. Miles and Kay go to the Stonewall Inn, and there’s implied narumitsu.

Dear Kay, by chariset. T, 3790 words, complete. As the name would suggest it’s Miles + Kay. Contains spoilers for Dual Destinies, largely narumitsu focused, and a few lines that are nsfw-ish (for the narumitsu) but nothing graphic.

Jingleheimer Schmidt, by Meowzee. T, 2702 words, complete. It’s an AU where Miles has adopted (younger) Kay, Sebastian, and Ema, running into Phoenix who has adopted Trucy and (younger) Apollo and (human?) Charley. There’s a bit of implied narumitsu in there I think.

The Track Meet, by Auste. G, 2053 words, complete. Kay invites Miles and Gumshoe to her track meet. It’s not outright Dadworth, can be read as friendship only, but it’s implied in a few places.

An Unexpected Embrace, by PaleSkiessss. G, 2493 words, complete. Miles+Kay, there’s a spoiler for the victim of AAI case 4 in there but since I don’t think it’s an outright spoiler it’s here. Warning for kidnapping and hopsitals.

A Real Hero, by agoldengalaxy. G, 1609 words, complete. Miles+Kay, it takes place after aai2 but there aren’t any spoilers for it in here.

The Single-Dads-In-Law-Enforcement Club, by milesedgeworthy (glassandroses). T, 1063 words at the time of writing this, incomplete. AU where Miles adopts Kay (who is aged down in this). Narumitsu seems to be a future focus, there’s also Gumshoe/Maggey and Mia/Diego.

Long Known Facts, by Laquilasse. G, 3010 words, complete. Miles+Kay and Miles+Trucy, along with Miles+Gregory (various Dadworth flavours!). Miles turns 36 and reflects on the loss of his father; it’s a little heavy, naturally, but has a hopeful ending. Narumitsu is there as a pairing. Warning for past suicidal thinking.

Looking Past the Blindside, by AuthorForHire. G, 2808 words, complete. Miles+Kay, watching the beginning of Turnabout Succession (hence, AA4 spoilers).

From Borginia, with Love, by Inkblot0Blue. G, 678 words, complete (but reportedly part of an earlier abandoned(?) work). Miles+Kay and Miles+Sebastian, but no spoilers pop up regarding Sebastian.

Found, by BexDaBex. G, 318 words, complete. Miles+Kay, Miles finds Kay crying in the prosecutor’s office.

To the victor goes the spoils, by Verse. G, 499 words, complete. Miles+Kay, Miles spends a ridiculous amount of money on Kay. Warning that, while the fic itself is fine and absolutely dadworth, it is based on a prompt and the prompter mentions it as a ship in the prompt. (Again, the fic itself is fine, just brace yourself for that if needed.)

Making the Most, by digitaldreams. G, 2000 words, complete. Miles+Kay, Miles introduces Kay to Phoenix. narumitsu is in this one.

AAI Spoilers

For fics that contain spoilers for the first investigations game, but not the second.

Room 1202, by AquilaMage, G, 2950 words, complete. A bit of Miles + Kay stuff, but mostly Kay and Trucy sister-like bonding fluff!

Late Night, by agoldengalaxy. G, 1270 words, complete. Miles + Kay, post-AAI.

Turnabout Smokescreen, by chariset. T, 61036 words, complete. This is a multi-chapter casefic, it’s not super Dadworth focused but believe me it is in there, Miles + Kay. Some SOJ spoilers, not very fluffy, and I didn’t read over it before adding it to the list since it’s so long, so there may be some warnings or spoilers that I missed!

Promises, by an orphaned account :(. G, 1390 words, complete. Miles + Kay, Miles signs her promise notebook.

Two in the Bush, by Rosage. G, 4568 words, complete. Miles has adopted Kay in this, and some Kay+Trucy interactions plus Protective Dad Phoenix -- it’s not a fluffy fic, though, deals with moral ambiguity + Actual Yatagarasu Kay.

Spreading Her Wings, by Auste. G, 1542 words, complete. Less Dadworth and more Miles as a mentor to Kay, on her first day as a prosecutor, but I’m counting it in this anyways.

Father and daughter, by thewritingchip. G, 370 words, complete. Miles + Kay. Kay misses her father.

Coming out, by Verse. G, 977 words, complete. Miles+Kay, Kay comes out as trans to Miles. Content warning for an instance of unintentional deadnaming in the fic.

Never Lose You, by Leave_the_cravat. T, 13800 words, incomplete as of the time I’m writing this. Miles+Kay, Miles get shot and his friends/found family wait for him to recover. Evidently, content warning for gun violence and hospitals; more detailed warnings in the chapters.

Here, by lesbiantoddhoward. G, 1194 words, complete. Miles+Kay, Kay works through some of her trauma post-AAI with the help of Miles. Not outright dadworth, but can be read as such.

AAI2 Spoilers

For fics that contain any amount of spoilers for the second investigations game.

Childswap, by theacegrace, aka me… sorry for the self-promotion haha but it fits. G, 11781 words, complete, has Miles’ relationships with Trucy + Kay + Sebastian (and also background, heavily implied narumitsu)

“family.”, by snowweiss. G, 2403 words, complete, features Miles’ relationships with Kay and Trucy and also narumitsu. No major plot spoilers but some implied ones through aai2 case 3 and 4.

These Children Are Not Objections, But I Will Raise Them!, by organicgold. G, 12368 words, complete. Has a whole bunch of platonic relationships you can see in the tags and also narumitsu. Some plot spoilers re: Sebastian

Edgeworth Gets Glasses, by Pinkstar14, G, 1516 words, complete. There aren’t any aai2 plot spoilers but Ray and Sebastian do show up in this. A bit of Miles and Sebastian, and Miles and Kay. Also Gregory’s Ever-Looming Presence, because technically he’s a dadworth too.

a great thief has to eat too, by polly_perks. G, 1357 words, complete. Some spoilers for cases 4 and 5 in here, focused on Miles and Kay. Miles gives Kay college advice.

Family Found, by MortisBane. G, 2422 words, complete. Spoilers are just General Sebastian things, but it’s outright dadworth with Kay and Sebastian.

Marked, by AquilaMage. T, 2112 words, complete. Kind of like one of those “soulmate AUs” except skin-to-skin contact with someone who truly loves you, whether that’s platonic, familial, or romantic, results in marks. Has some Miles + Sebastian dad stuff, but Miles also has Sebastian and Kay living with him. There’s also the Klavier/Sebastian ship. Warnings for implied child abuse.

That Warm Familiar Feeling, by ShyAura. G, 3091 words, complete. It’s an AU where Kay and Seb are aged down and Miles adopts them. Again warnings for implied child abuse in this re: Blaise.

Sleeping on Talent, by StrawhatsAndDeliberds. G, 10258 words, complete. Mostly Miles + Sebastian focused, but Miles adopts both him and Kay after the events of aai2 (or at least lets them live in his house.)

With a Chip in his Shoulder, by StrawhatsAndDeliberds. G, 80179 words at the time of writing this, incomplete. Much like the one above, Miles+Sebastian focused but Kay is there too. (I’m not sure if this is supposed to be part of a series or not, but it’s similar with Sebastian working through his issues!)

Surprises and Pride, by agoldengalaxy. G, 2848 words, complete. Miles+Kay but Sebastian is there too, I don’t think there are any aai2 spoilers but since it takes place post-aai2 and Sebastian is there, I put it here just to be safe!

Awfully Quiet, by rainingbluegold. G, 1079 words, complete. Miles+Kay and Miles+Sebastian, Miles cheers them up after the events of aai2.

Home Is Where The Heart Is, by JJsADragon. G, 5887 words, complete. Miles+Kay - Miles tries to figure out Kay’s secret about where she’s been staying throughout the course of the investigations games.

Birds of a Feather, by theacegrace (oh look it’s me again). G, 8738 words, complete. Miles+Kay (with a little bit of Miles+Gregory). Five times Miles reminds Kay of her father, and one time Miles reminds himself of his own.

Warm Welcome, by debestefarewell. G, 551 words, complete. Miles+Sebastian - Sebastian gets a REAL dad.

Of Revelations and Wedding Bells, by Hotel_Japanifornia. G, 1330 words, complete. Miles+Kay, Kay is getting married (to an ambiguous/unknown partner) and Miles walks her down the aisle.

schön rosmarin, by KiwiKat_Writes. T, 13885 words at the time of writing this, incomplete. Miles+Sebastian and some Miles+Kay. Sebastian gets a dog! Warnings for some child abuse (Blaise being horrible), mentioned animal death at the beginning. (I haven’t had the time to read this one in detail yet, so let me know if I missed something.)

Smile Through the Memories, by VonKarmasWhip. T, 2490 words, complete. Miles+Kay, where Miles adopts Kay and deals with memories and doubts about being a father. There’s Gregbadd in the beginning of this and mentions of narumitsu and faraskye.

A Different Kind of Lullaby, by JJsADragon. T, 4101 words, complete. Miles+Sebastian, Sebastian calls Miles in the middle of the night wondering what happened to his mother. Content warning for Blaise being terrible, so implied/referenced child abuse and neglect.

Photosynthesize, by UtterPandamonium. T, 2140 words, incomplete at the time of writing this. Miles+Kay, with Miles and Phoenix and their accidental child acquisitions. No spoilers yet, but I’m putting it here just in case there is. narumitsu and franmaya are tagged as relationships in here.

#ace attorney #dadworth #miles edgeworth #kay faraday #sebastian debeste #ace attorney fic recs #dadworth fic rec list

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soulwillower · 4 years

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buttercup • richie tozier

(richie tozier x reader)

requested: Would you mind writing a Richie Tozier X reader soulmate AU where Richie is VERY self conscious and he finds out that the reader is his soulmate and the reader is well known and very pretty, so he’s just like djjdjfgjjcbvnfnf but once they actually meet she really likes him? :0 thanks if you consider!

warning: swearing, angst, richie being edgy and also a bit unstable (king shit), neuroatypical richie!!!, fluff, soulmate au!! <33 also sorry this may be rough, i havent edited it at all

[reader + losers are in college]

lmk what u guys think of this one,... idk LOL

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richie was about to be sick. yes, he really, really was going to vomit in approximately ten seconds and he didn’t know what he was going to do. the room, full of barely-adults chugging jungle juice was sweaty and bustling and the walls were closing in on him quick. those people who weren't in the main rooms were doing sniff in the bathrooms and blocking his pathway to heaven (the toilet) so he quickly stumbles towards the sliding-glass door.

he passes a guy who claps his shoulder and says in a deep voice, "you good, bro?"

no, no. he's not good, bro. thanks for asking, though.

as he finally breaks free of the plastic, out of the crusty balloon that was holding his body hostage, he takes a deep breath and sprawls himself on the back deck, staring up at the clouds in the nighttime sky. maybe he should go home and mull this over, before he crams it down his own throat and chokes to death, alone and broken on the back deck of a 22 year old business major's rental house.

he laughs to himself - an image which he's sure would be a full on maniacal scene to an onlooker - as he lights a cigarette with very shaky fingers. even if he chooses to give this situation some thought, he will end up being forced regardless because this is, quite literally, richard tozier's destiny.

y/n y/l/n is richie's destiny, and it makes him feel like complete shit.

you see - his whole life, richie knew about the fucking soulmate tattoos. of course he did, everybody did - it was, like, one of the first things you learn, ever. he knows that there's basically a soulmate for every person and often times the soulmate marks were different, the ways of finding your soulmate were wide and far.

for most of richie's life - actually, almost all of it up until the last month - he'd had a big, fat 0 tattooed on his arm and below it a humiliating phrase that was quite the epitome of richie himself.

yet it never changed, which led him, his friends, and his parents to determine that he'd gotten a time-counter soulmate mark, which he likes to pride himself on believing he did not give a single fuck about.

the number is supposed to count the amount of time that you've spent with your soulmate, and there's usually a sentence or phrase that's associated with your soulmate's first thoughts of you below it. and yeah, of course the first thing the lucky guy or gal thought of richie is 'wow, those are the ugliest socks ever.' pretty fucking on-brand, if richie says so himself.

so yeah, he never really paid attention to his soulmate mark - partly because the thought of emotionally opening up to someone enough for them to know his whole and true self was repulsive and terrifying enough to make him physically ill, enough for him to develop a crazy sense of humor as a less-than proficient coping mechanism for the insecurity and fear that lives in his mind rent-free, 24/7 365. but mostly he didn't pay attention to the mark because, you know, he thought it was lame.

that is, until it changed from the 0.

it happened on the first day of classes fall semester of this, his freshman year of college.

which, honestly, was a huge fucking bummer, because he literally came into contact with almost 800 new people that first day through classes, dorms, walking around campus, and the dining hall. and yet, as he got back to his dorm and smoked a bowl with bill, he'd noticed that his arm had said 00:51:26.

bill had been so excited he'd almost lifted richie through the roof, because 'holy sh-shit, rich, y-you did it!'

it was hard to believe someone was out there for him, though. and yeah, he didn't give a fuck about it, but he also kind of did.

richie, now thinking back on that day, groans a bit. if he'd just known, if he had just fucking looked at the thigh of the girl in front of him with the soft-looking grin and the alluring scent of orange creamsicle shampoo, who'd smiled a bit when he borrowed a pen - if he'd just known then that y/n was meant to spend the rest of her life with him, he could've... well, he's not really sure what he could have done.

he thinks to that moment in time, as he was blowing smoke out the dorm window with bill and giggling as he ate an entire bag of cheez-its, and how much he wanted to know who it was back then.

but tonight, it had become a nightmare when the information practically fell into his lap. he's at this house party in late september, and about five minutes ago it was just boring enough to warrant sitting on the rug in the living room and just fun enough to actually stay.

“-yeah, she said the first time you guys met was in microeconomics, right?” ben says, and richie huffs in agreement as he picks at the skin on his nails. ben was talking about her again, and richie's heart was beating stupidly hard. y/n, one of his closest friends that he'd made outside of the losers, never failed to make his heart run a goddamn marathon.

“-she told me the first thing she noticed was that you were wearing socks with sandals. and she thought that your socks were really ugly.” he finishes with a laugh and richie’s head snaps up at that. he feels chills spill over back as if he’d been doused with ice water and he gapes at ben. “wait, what?” richie shudders, the words escaping his lips quietly enough that his friends mistake it for a forceful exhale brought on by offense at the word 'ugly.'

“well she was right to think that.” stan says from behind his solo cup, carefree, as if richie’s life wasn’t crashing to an alarming and unbelievable halt. eddie giggles faintly somewhere from the floor where the losers are sitting, but richie’s mind is reeling too much for him to react to or even comprehend anything.

“rich, i th-thought i got you to st-stop wearing socks and sandals so long ago.” bill adds, laughing into his hand. but richie’s barely registering any other fucking information because he’s staring at ben, who is finally noticing his friend’s perplexed face. “you good, rich?” ben asks carefully.

“wh-er, wait. what exactly did she say?” richie asks, really not wanting to know the answer and yet wanting to know more than life itself. it can't be her. he’s getting odd looks from everyone now, but he's starting to breathe quickly and he thinks he might vomit. he kind of regrets never showing anybody but big bill his soulmate mark, because he's suffocating right now in embarrassment and bill is a little too drunk to assume what richie's assuming right now.

“wait, y/n y/l/n, right? from my dorm. she’s here tonight, she told me- oh, y/n!” stan calls, looking directly over richie’s shoulder. it happens so fast. y/n, in the flesh, walks past at just that moment, breaking out into a breath-taking, world-halting smile. richie's chest hurts worse than it ever has before as she waves and bustles over to plop herself next to richie. and holy shit, she's wearing shorts because even though it's cold out, the house is warm and richie can see dark ink on her thigh. a soulmate tattoo. he can't draw his eyes away even though his brain is screaming to knock it off because there's going to be something there he doesn't want to accept, but he then does it anyways.

he almost hyperventilates as he reads the words emblazoned on her thigh,

27:36:08 and right below it: "holy hell her hair smells like orange creamsicle"

he almost sobs right then and there as she greets him with a soft hand on his shoulder, completely unaware of their fate and richie has to stand up abruptly because he can literally feel the numbers changing on his arm as the seconds go by with y/n at his side.

and now, mere minutes later he's out here, laying in self pity as anxiety claws at every inch of his body and fear tingles on him like the slight presence of snowflakes falling on his skin - briefly he wonders if, as an older man, he'll wonder how he never got cold wearing nothing, vulnerable as he welcomes in that falling snow.

he would be totally daft not to wonder how he ended up with a soulmate like her, someone not only so fucking attractive but so kind and undeserving of a monstrosity of a human like him. she is, in every place he isn't, a complete and utter success of a person; he's a hurricane where she's whitecaps in the sea, he's loud and abrupt while she is kind and outgoing. maybe they do work well together, hell - they spend enough time on study dates outside of class for him to know that he does really like her. but richie also knows his standoffish, happy-go-lucky and untamed personality paired with his unwillingness to make himself appear vulnerable to most people will probably have a very large impact on... whatever it is that happens with y/n.

because that's really the point, isn't it?

she is stuck with him. bucky beaver, the trashmouth, mr. i-can't-keep-my-trap-shut-for-three-seconds. y/n, the most incredible person in this world, is the kind of person that was designed for richie to admire from afar, as he is so willing to suffer through. because as much as it hurts to watch her and to love her without loving her, it is a thousand times safer for both of them than the inevitable look of disappointment that will befall y/n’s angelic features when she discovers who her burden of a soulmate is.

the thought makes richie choke out a weak sob, sitting up and digging the heel of his palms into his sockets, trying to scrub out the image of himself from his brain. awful, awful, bad.

he takes a long drag from his cigarette and for a brief moment he wonders if, just maybe, she’ll love him back eventually. the thought makes him feel like crying all over again.

huge nose, big teeth, awkwardly skinny and too tall. maybe he's got nice hair, but he sometimes wakes up too late and can only brush his teeth and swipe on deodorant before he's sprinting out his dorm with his pickle socks and stan's old sandals, trudging to class and getting in the way of y/n's future.

but he is her future, after all - how can that be right?

he doesn't have enough time to take another drag from his cig as he hears the glass door open, the noise from the party bursting through the gap in the foundation of the house and sending him back to five minutes, ago, inside. he cranes his neck and can't bring himself to be surprised when he sees her, backlit from the party inside and figure in his mind standing like the only being in the world.

she thinks he looks devastatingly beautiful tonight. she loves the awkwardness in his bones, the way he carries himself with confidence although she's not sure he always really has it. he's wearing some dumb socks again as usual, though they're mostly covered by his black pants and red high-tops this time. it makes her smile softly.

she wants to know him, really know him, as more than just a classmate, a crush, a boy who's friends with stan uris from the floor above her own room. she wants to feel his large hands on her in more than just fleeting greetings, knucks to the shoulder or jaw. she wants the sharp taste of nicotine and mint from those life savers he was always sucking on in her own mouth as he holds her tightly against him, she wants to know everything about him and be with him, even if they aren't somehow destined to be forever. which, she thinks with an array of wild animals tumbling around her chest, they might be.

after all, someone at this party is her soulmate, and she's almost 99.8% sure it's richie. it gives her the most beautiful butterflies she's ever had, even when he stares at her from the deck with glassy eyes and tear-stained cheeks.

"what’s up, buttercup?” is all she says, in her mind because he's stunned her to near-silence once again by just existing, and in his mind because she is the most perfect being.

he doesn't respond despite being completely charmed by her, because he's breathing in the nicotine and its making his fingers twitch and even though he's sober by now, he thinks he may be tweaking a bit, mostly from the overwhelming set of information that just smacked into his face when y/n walked over into that room.

he watches as suddenly she's dropping herself so she's sat next to him, her legs swinging off the edge of the deck. she eyes his cigarette. "that's so unhealthy, rich." she says softly, teasing but with a lacing of truth behind it that really makes richie itch to never smoke ever again in his life. but he's a stubborn ass, so he instead takes a deeper drag, maintaining eye contact. he can feel one tear slip from his eye and he feels so fucking melodramatic as he does so, but he's at the lowest he's been in a while, so he gives himself a bit of credit.

she reaches out and pulls the cigarette directly from between his lips, sending him a pointed look as she presses it out on the finished wood of the deck. he wipes the tear away when she's not looking. and as she turns back he smirks, unsure what else to do, as he blows the smoke out of his mouth towards her face.

"hi, toots." he says in what he hopes is a normal tone, despite his blotchy and tear-trailed face. she blinks her eyes owlishly at him but just shrugs, "you left a little prematurely back there. what, do i smell that bad?" she jokes. no, he thinks, you smell like orange creamsicles.

it's bittersweet, the irony in her statement. because he knows that she probably knows what she smells like every day, as it's literally tattooed right on the meat of her leg, on display for her and whoever else lucky enough to find themselves being acquainted with the skin of her upper thigh. the thought leaves a sour taste in his mouth.

maybe if he were feeling a little less in-the-dumps, a little less like a complete and utter disappointment and failure that ruined this sweet girl's life, he would have ribbed her back a bit. you know, grind her gears in typical tozier fashion.

but he's exhausted and so distraught that he can't bring himself to even look at her. "i'm not in the mood" he grumbles, his heart pounding. she frowns, tilting her head.

"okay, what's wrong, richie?" she asks, and it's in that caring voice that she uses that isn't pitying but simply solicitous in nature. her calming force on him is obvious and immediate and his teeth stop rattling around in his head

he wants to scream because she's burning warm and perfect while he's frigid cold inside his body; a wasteland full of broken slinkies and half-formulated 'your mom' jokes that are melded to the crust of him with the tar that's been sucked straight from those damn ciggies. for crying out loud, if he were to so much as touch her, she'd get corrupted.

she notices as he scoots a bit away from her, and her heart hurts. he's so upset, clearly, and yet it hurts her that he can't trust himself or her enough to open up; no fault of his own surely, but heartbreaking all the same. "i care about you, and i really want to be here for you." she says it like there's going to be more, but the words kind of die in her throat as she realizes the extend of her words.

holy shit, she thinks, i'd go to the ends of the earth for him. if richie asked me to, i think i'd probably kill the queen.

"i stubbed my toe, and it really hurts." he says then, and the absurdity of his excuse makes her laugh out loud, head tilting back towards the moon as the bubbly giggles tumble from her lips. she looks at him after and his face is a twisted mix of affection and utter pain, a combination that hurts her to her core but lights a fuel in her that makes her want to help him.

"it's true." he mutters, motioning to his shoe limply, and she looks at his foot, the tip of his converse scribbled in sharpie with the word 'half-brain' and then a bunch of hearts.

"i like your socks." she says absentmindedly, grinning at him as she says it, voice teasing. but the reaction she was hoping for was nowhere to be seen as richie suddenly heaves a hiccup-sob, one so upsetting and quiet that she thinks she misheard it.

but he's keeling over and clutching his face with his hands, shaking his head, and her heart breaks. "richie, honey please tell me what's going on. or i can just sit here, if you'd rather-"

her sentence is cut off with richies own rushed words, expelled from his mouth so quickly that it's almost as if they were trying to escape while his lips tried to hold them in.

"-you're going to have to spend the rest of your life trying to force yourself to love me, and that terrifies me.”

as he says it, his stomach twists itself inwards at his admission and he thinks he's going to be sick. he doesn't deserve you, you're going to resent him for it. she's silent for a few moments, and he doesn't dare look anywhere near her as tears trail down his solemn cheekbones and drop onto the black corduroy that wraps around his jittering legs.

"richie, please, what are you trying to say?" she says quietly, sounding scared, nervous, upset... richie did that. it's his fault. he tilts his head back, his brain buzzing in guilt. "fuck," he says, and it comes out broken, "you... i- you're my soulmate." he says, looking down to where his chest rises and falls almost unnaturally, a consequence of muscle memory being tampered with by the lethally college combination of nicotine, alcohol and marijuana on an empty stomach.

earlier he was afraid that if he opened his mouth too wide he would lose control of his tongue and then the words would come out without him wanting them to, but he knows he's basically sober by now, as sober as y/n is next to him - he's just neurotic, but he doesn't want her to know that, because oh god, what if she hated him for it?

she wouldn't, right? isn't she supposed to find a way to love him?

this was a really stupid idea, but in his mind it was one that had to be done. shutting his eyes, he tugs the sleeve of his left arm upwards, taking a shaky breath. again, it's silent as she reads the words written there. wow, those are the ugliest socks ever.

she stares at the words, and the number above it, then she looks at her own thigh, where the exact same number counts on in time with his.

he wastes no time, though: "-don't worry, doll. i've got it figured out, we can just- maybe we can get yours covered and you don't have to think about it anymore. fi-find someone better, like, oh, bill - he'd treat you nice i think. just- we don't have to think about it, i'm sorry." he says in one breath, not looking at her at all.

"richie, how can i be yours if you're not mine?" she says thickly because she's fighting off tears wondering how someone so incredible and full of life could feel so undeserving.

"you can't want me, you can't." he insists, not looking at her as she gapes at him because if he were to look at her expression he may lose it. it's quiet again in their own little world here, the air silent and numbing as y/n takes a breath.

"oh my god, wait richie how are we this stupid?" she asks, perking up and lightly slapping his arm. he looks at her in shock as she begins to laugh, "we've been alone together so many times. how did we not notice?" she asks, and he chuckles a bit, shrugging.

"maybe we're not the sharpest crayons in the drawer, toots. all i'm sayin' is that i figured it out first." he says cheekily, and secretly both of them are shocked to see how quickly they fell together, as if the knowledge that they were made for each other made all their insecurities fall away.

her face softens again. "you know, i saw my timer counting tonight and i was hoping more than anything that you'd be here. that we'd be-" she adds softly, a hand landing lightly on richie's thigh, sending licks of flames up his body. she takes a breath and restarts. "do you know how fucking bad i wanted it to be you?"

and just like that, y/n unintentionally provides a luscious mix of words and tricks that fill him with barely enough confidence to let him bet when he knows he should fold.

what's life without a little risk?

he meets her eyes for the first time in a few minutes and hers are large and hopeful as they wait patiently for him to give her something. but he still can't speak without running his mouth, so instead he cups her cheeks. her lips part slowly and he stares in awe at her raw beauty, unable to hold it in longer.

he presses his lips to her quickly and to her it feels like he is trying to prove something. it makes her heart soar as he comes alive against her, pressing as enthusiastically as she is into him. he tastes, as she'd guessed, like nicotine but mostly like a mint and it makes her grin as he pulls back.

"is this okay?" he's asking then, his thumb soothing over her cheek sweetly and giving her the same butterflies she gets when he smiles; the very same butterflies that release when he says anything to her, when he comes to her dorm for a study date with two red bulls in his hand, and when she realized their tattoos beat the same.

"yeah, of course." she whispers against his lips, the feeling of his teasing lightly making her sniffle. she presses their lips together again, this time warmer, more comfortably and his hands move to her hips and tug her closer, her hands winding to his neck as his own hands explore her body, caressing her sides gently. he pulls back and holds her softly.

"your hair smells nice." he says sheepishly, and she grins so widely she thinks she may split in two. her heart flutters as she looks into his eyes, finding nothing but love. "orange creamsicle, huh?" she asks with pink cheeks, and he laughs lightly, nodding his head. "best smell ever, babe."

"you make me happy." she says it onto his lips again, and the shiver that runs down his spine is a feeling he wouldn't mind feeling forever. his heart soars because he believes her, he trusts her. she wouldn't lie to him.

"we're so dramatic, aren't we?" richie jokes, his walls sliding back up a bit, but as y/n cuddles into his chest, head against his beating heart as she presses kisses to his neck, he realizes she accepts him.

"yeah, well. we're made for each other, aren't we rich?" she asks gently as his hand falls to brush over her thigh, right over the words. "that's right, toots." he says softly, looking down at her hairline softly, still in disbelief that it worked out for him. she turns to look at him, cheeks dusted a bit as she leans up to press a kiss on his lips.

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#richie tozier x reader #richie tozier has adhd #losers x reader #bill denbrough x reader #stanley uris x reader #mike hanlon x reader #eddie kaspbrak x reader #ben hanscom x reader #beverly marsh x reader #losers club x reader

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ryvjin · 4 years

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a fine list of things i’d like to write!

(please lmk if ur interested in any of these and we can plot our little hearts out dafkjhdns)

general ow timeline:

genji’s early ow days including his recovery / adjusting to his new body, meeting other agents for the first time, and being recruited into bw after he gets back on his feet!

genji’s time spent exploring the desert pre-zenyatta! or genji exploring in general! give me ur ocs!!! let them guide him through their favorite cities / towns / wilderness! also stargazing!

genji meeting zenyatta & his time spent in nepal with the shambali! genji learning to come to terms with what happened to him and accepting himself!!!

literally anything between genji and mondatta!!

literally anything between genji and gabriel during blackwatch!!!

genji actively seeking out hanzo post-dragons short! genji trying to mend burned bridges whether hanzo wants him to or not (or vice versa)! alternatively: genji and hanzo meeting purely by accident! also see: genji and hanzo content after they’ve made up and come to terms with their pasts! literally just give me genji and hanzo!!

genji’s young adult years and the events leading up to the conflict with hanzo! come right @ me ocs!

genji reflecting on childhood memories and his relationship with his parents with somebody he’s close to or a complete stranger he doesn’t expect to ever see again! where are the ocs at?

undercover bw missions!!!

blackwatch things in general!!!!

genji meeting new agents post-zero hour! ocs are v welcome!

genji meeting ana / s76 / reaper in passing and unknowingly (re)connecting with them! alternatively: genji hearing rumors of their activity and actively seeking them out for [reason xyz] and later discovering their true identities (willingly or unwillingly would be up to u)! genji getting attached to these people and being absolutely shaken when he discovers who they really are lmfao i’m already having a lot of feelings about this;;;;

‘endgame’ content set far in the future where genji is Much Older and Much Slower than he used to be! genji still trying to make a difference in the world despite this! –whether ow 2.0 ended badly or not would have to be discussed dfkjhdf–

AUs:

warframe because i’m on the biggest warframe kick right now > after learning about the nature of transference, genji scours the solar system and the depths of the void in search of his operator! ...............if he even still exists.

destiny > new guardian genji struggling to come to terms with his existence as a lightbearer! exo hunter genji retaining fragments of his past life and trying to make sense of them / put them back in order! genji struggling to learn how to wield the traveler’s light! genji helping out new guardians later down the line! genji excelling in the crucible and/or srl and making friends & enemies along the way! SRL competitions!!! guardians forming found families together!!!

yakuza > genji remains a part of the shimada clan as his brother’s second-in-command! possible double agent!genji for ow or triple agent!genji for his family to keep things interesting!

talon > after the fall of overwatch, genji--still v unhappy knowing that shimada loyalists continue to prowl the streets of japan + shimada castle--is tempted by another agent to join their ranks; having been promised the resources he needs to eliminate what remains of the clan, genji dubiously accepts, and offers his skills as a trained assassin + former bw operative to them. alternatively: zenyatta meeting talon!genji and making him question all of his life choices that led him into talon’s clutches! alternatively x2: talon!genji gets his talon!zenyatta counterpart i’ve low key been dying for! alternatively x3: talon!genji receives winston’s recall and rejoins overwatch but low key works for talon as a double agent (or a triple agent for ovw, because apparently i have a weird thing for double agent scenarios)!!

ships:

i’m always a sucker for mcg//enji, gen//yatta, and gen//cy, but i’m a very open-minded individual with a massive soft spot for shippy content. i’m open to talking about a possible ship if u ever wanted to try writing one with me. ♥ ocs are not exempt from this!

other ships i high key enjoy are sym//menji, gen//cio, gen//ji76, and genr//eaper.

#wishlist.#plot ideas.#?#long post /#gently pastes this onto my new blog oiwkjsdfn

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ryvjin-a · 5 years

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a fine list of things i’d like to write!

(please lmk if ur interested in any of this and we can plot our little hearts out dafkjhdns)

general ow timeline:

genji’s early ow days including his recovery / adjusting to his new body, meeting other agents for the first time, and being recruited into bw after he gets back on his feet!

genji’s time spent exploring the desert pre-zenyatta! or genji exploring in general! give me ur ocs!!! let them guide him through their favorite cities / towns / wilderness! also stargazing!

genji meeting zenyatta & his time spent in nepal with the shambali! genji learning to come to terms with what happened to him and accepting himself!!!

literally anything between genji and mondatta!!

literally anything between genji and gabriel during blackwatch!!!

genji’s young adult years and the events leading up to the conflict with hanzo! come right @ me ocs!

genji reflecting on childhood memories and his relationship with his parents with somebody he’s close to or a complete stranger he doesn’t expect to ever see again! where are the ocs at?

undercover bw missions!!!

genji receiving winston’s recall and reconnecting with old colleagues on his way to gibraltar! genji meeting new agents when he arrives! ocs are v welcome!

genji meeting bastet / 76 / reaper in passing and unknowingly (re)connecting with people from his past! alternatively: genji hearing rumors of their activity and actively seeking them out for xyz and later discovering their true identities (willingly or unwillingly would be up to u)! genji getting attached to these people and being absolutely shaken when he discovers who they really are lmfao i’m already experiencing Big Emotions!

‘endgame’ content set far in the future where genji is Much Older and Much Slower than he used to be! genji still trying to make a difference in the world despite this! --whether ow 2.0 ended badly or not would have to be discussed dfkjhdf--

AUs:

yakuza > genji remains a part of the shimada clan as his brother’s second-in-command! possible double agent!genji for ow or triple agent!genji for his family to keep things interesting!

talon (all threads will be written on @wrathblade) > one (1) v insecure and angery:tm: genji joins talon after the fall of ow as an assassin and often carries out hits & scouting missions for them! despite his allegiances with talon he is relatively reserved around former / present ow agents unless otherwise provoked (low key he has a soft sport for them but will try to keep them at an arm’s length; i’m already crying)! zenyatta meeting talon genji and making him question his morals has been on my wishlist for eons! alternatively: talon genji gets his talon zenyatta counterpart i’ve also low key been thirsting for!

Ships:

i’m always a ho for mcg//enji, gen//yatta, and gen//cy, but i’m a very open-minded individual and i always love to write & discuss shippy content; i’m always willing to talk about relationships if u ever want to try writing them with me. ♥ ocs are always welcome.

other ships i high key enjoy are sym//menji, gen//ji76, genr//eaper, and gen//cio.

#WOW THIS LIST TOOK MUCH LONGER THAN I EXPECTED IT TO LMAO #▸ ooc.#▸ wishlist.

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psiioniicarts · 6 years

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You know that Ace Attorney AU you thought no one cared about? I wanted to ask, what about the people before Dual Destines(sorry for bad spelling)? If you've gotten that far, that is. If you haven't, that's fine!

oh OH shit shitt WOW OKAY, I’m sorry I don’t know how late this ask is, I’ve just been all over the place these past few months-

I don’t have any sketches to give you, since I haven’t had time to think about this AU but I DO. HAVE SOME THOUGHTS ON PRE-DUAL DESTINIES CHARACTERS. If any you’s haven’t seen my other posts about my Mythical Creature AU for Ace Attorney, there’s my first one with Phoenix and generals of the other characters, deeper details on Apollo and Athena (and Phoenix), and deeper details on Klavier and Blackquill and Edgeworth. I’ll uuuhhh see if sketches can happen later but I’ll share the stuff I have written down for some characters:

Gumshoe is a golem, an “animated anthropomorphic being that is magically created entirely from inanimate matter (specifically clay or mud)”

Class HL (Human-Like), subclass AH (Artificial “Human”), like Athena

Under his clothes, you can see the seams of his different parts, like where his arms meet his torso, and also can see his “magic seals”, the seals that keep him from falling apart/going berserk

He doesn’t have a particular master, he mostly just serves the police department in general, but he has an affinity to serving Edgeworth

His skin has the texture of stone, and he is prone to chipping, but is incredibly tough

Pretty quiet for a big stone guy, but people like Apollo and Simon can hear him by the slight stone grinding noise he makes when he moves

Maya (and by extension, Mia and Pearl) are spirit puppets, of a sort

I couldn’t find an exact name for the thing I’m thinking of (if you have a name please lmk), but basically spirit mediums in this universe essentially can be of any monster origin, but undergo a process that essentially turns them in “living husks with no spirit”

They’re technically “dead”, but still have their own free will and being when not “hosting” a spirit

The process just make their spirit disappear or “vanish”, so that their body is “empty” and capable of embodying other spirits

I’m still figuring out this sub plot, but here’s what I got so far: Maya and Mia are kitsunes; Maya had four tails, Mia had seven, and Pearl had three

Most of the Kurain family are kitsunes

When kitsunes reach nine tails, they fully “mature” and become powerful beings

Few Kurain members are allowed to reach that potential anymore, as they become harder to control, so many are put under spirit training early, as once they become a spirit puppet, they are incapable of gaining the rest of their tails and reaching that potential

Mia thought that was a load of BS and that’s why she left, so she wouldn’t be restricted by that rule. Unfortunately, she died at only seven (due to…unrelated reasons)

Maya ended up being the one to undergo the training instead, and technically finished by the events of the first game (she still had to refine the art, but at four tails she finished the main ritual and thus was stopped at four tails)

Morgan, her aunt, is one of the only nine tailed foxes in Kurain, and she forced Pearl into training early, sensing her immense potential, and wanting to stunt her early so Morgan could keep power

Which is why Pearl is only at three tails

There is a way to continue getting tails after the ritual, but those tails are not as long and seem short and are a different duller color than the others

That being said, older Maya has continue spirit training but also training on gaining all her tails, since “That’s what Sis would’ve wanted”

Currently, she has the four tails plus three paler, shorter ones, and has been helping Pearl too, who now has three plus a fourth

Maya, Mia and Pearl are classified as HL (Human-Like/”Previously Human”)

(side note: not ALL spirit mediums are kitsunes, and Ray’fa isn’t a kitsune)

Franziska (and by extension, Von Karma) are vampires

Class HL, they have to wear the the same restricting bracelet as Edgeworth

Vampires in the modern society technically only need to drink blood once a month at bare minimum, but receive three packs of “Monthly Supplied Blood” (MSB) from the city hall to keep them satiated, human blood that is donated by donors every month

The “craving” of blood is more of a myth, and vampires don’t crave it unless they are starving

Other than that, they are entirely capable of eating regular food (except garlic, which I’ve researched and I’ve found has perfectly acceptable reasons as to why it repels vampires)

The normal aversions remain, though modern vampires find ways around said things (sunblock/clothes or umbrella for sunlight, careful avoidance of crosses/silver)

As a side note, modern mirrors aren’t backed by silver anymore, so the Von Karmas can see their reflections

Another side note, in this universe, vampires can be made OR born, but vampires can only breed with other vampires, thus the Von Karmas are what you’d consider “purebred

Ema and Lana Skye are Khajiits

I uuuhh, dunno if those are creatures outside of DnD but I don’t care

Basically, humanoid feline creatures

Class H2 (Half Human), subclass PLM (”Predatory Land Mammal”), like Blackquill

Unlike were creatures, is permanently a humanoid cat creatue

Just, look up Khajiit and that’s pretty much what they look like

Prone to cat-like behaviors, but don’t bring them up or tease them about it or you’ll probably end up with a massive scratch to the face

Wears the same collar as Blackquill and Phoenix

“Shut up, you glimmerous fop, I’ll take a bite out of your sushi smelling ass”

Ema resembles a tri-color cat, and Lana a striped tabby

Mostly humanoid with similar leg build to Blackquill or Apollo, and fully formed human-like hands but with claws and pads

..Dahlia and Iris are succubi

Class H2, subclass DC (Demonic Creatures)

Wear the same collars as Kris and Klav to keep their “seducing voice” under control, though Dahlia found ways to work around her collar and used her voice uncontrolled until she was caught by Mia

Have a “true form”, with isn’t anything above just them but with wings, tail and horns and some other…details

I haven’t gone into deep thought about them yet

I thought about Investigations characters too, but I only have one so far due the obviousness of it

Lang is a werewolf (I’d be a fool to make this local furry anything else)

Similar to Blackquill in creature detail department, might as well read that post before continuing here

Unlike Simon, spends most of the time in the most human form a werewolf can take, human looking with only the ears and tail showing

When he can riled up, he can start shifting into a form that looks more like Blackquill, but keeps himself under control most of the time

Where Blackquill has thicker fur with a big rounded snout and paws, Lang is skinnier, with sharper features and sleeker, shinier fur

Has longer teeth and claws, but isn’t as powerful as Blackquill

That’s all I got for now, I’m still trying to think of creatures and details for other major characters like Godot/Diego, Kay, maayyyybbbe Maggey if you consider her a main character, Ray and Sebastian. If you have ideas, I’m always open to hear them, just leave a reply or send me an ask (admittedly, I’m having a harder time with charactes like Ray and Sebastian since I didn’t play the second Investigations game, and I didn’t finish Trials and Tribulations so Godot/Diego is giving me grief too).

(I DO have idea for post-Dual Destinies characters like Nahyuta and his family, Ga’ran and Ray’fa, etc., so I only need suggestions for the main characters listed above, and any other main characters pre-Dual Destinies I haven’t listed)

#ace attorney #ace attorney au #mythicalattorneysAU #dick gumshoe #detective gumshoe #shi-long lang #maya fey #mia fey #pearl fey #franziska von karma #von karma

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