#the energy is of the vine with the kid with a knife but they start laughing instead of yelling NO

[kartsie]

Jason’s greatest weakness: angry babies with knives

[girasollake]

˚♡ ⋆two of cupsੈ♡˳

pairing: neteyam x fem!mangkwan!reader

!disclaimer! there is pretty much nothing we know about this clan but since i saw they are like ‚spiritual masters’ or something i thought i would use their name because it fits the story!

requested: no

type: angst/fluff

summary: (i am so bad at writing these) the reader is part of the clan you mostly hear about in legends, they are spiritually connected to eywa, more than any other tribe. she has to run away after the sky people destroyed her village and she meets a boy. his energy calls to her and she doesnt know why. both of them are children of clan leaders and both of them need to find a mate due to their age (both are around 18-20), they feel the pull towards each other and dont know that their fate was already written in the stars (its me, im the stars)

warnings: death of a loved one, injuries, mentions of blood and wounds, breakdown, grief, a happy ending

a/n: i hope you guys will like this one because i came up with the whole clan for the sake of the story lmao, but even if you wont like it i still hope you enjoy reading it!// gif is from pinterest, all credits to the owner!

word count: 5,818 

[there may be some errors, because i’m too lazy to check it lol]

╰┈➤ a little glossary:

*Faysawtute! Wiya! - These sky people! Dammit!

** Oel ngati kameie, Olo’eyktan, Tsahik - I see you, Olo’eyktan, Tsahik

***evi - kid(in an affecionate way kinda)

You weren’t sure how you ended up in that place. The last thing you remember is running away from the sky people who had somehow found your village, the screams of your people started echoing in your brain. You sat up and analyzed your surroundings carefully - the forest around you was vast and mysterious, you have never went into this part of Pandora before. You needed to find your friends, your parents, your ikran, but the only things you could see were trees and bioluminescent plants. A hiss escaped your lips when you stood up, blood was running down your leg and you noticed a big wound it was coming out of, a stab wound. All of this wasn’t unfamiliar, you have fought against the sky people before, but this time they were hungrier for blood than ever, targeting your tribe and searching for you. Your clan had knowledge others didn’t, your people had a special connection to Eywa which presented itself in the fact that your hair was white. You were hiding in the shadows, often migrating and avoiding direct contacts with others, to other tribes yours was just a legend. You almost never engaged, only when it was necessary, and even though you should have gotten rid of the strange enemies from the other planet – your father decided to keep moving and put the fighting behind you. You didn’t blame him, there has been enough bloodshed and there were only 87 of you left, well, now probably less than that.

‘Faysawtute! Wiya!*’ You cursed and pressed on your wound as you walked over to the nearest plant with long leaves.

You tore one of them out of the plant and used it as a bandage, as well as some small vines you found nearby. A faint sound of an animal could be heard in the distance and you were thankful you still had your bow and arrows; your knife however was nowhere in sight. You sat down on the ground, closed your eyes and pressed your palm to the ground, you needed to feel her so that she could lead you to one of the sacred places. A few deep breaths calmed your body down and you opened your eyes rapidly, your ears going down – you felt her. After standing up you started following your gut, you had learned to trust it as much as possible. You tried to stay focused on the energy flowing through your body as well as the one flowing through the forest, but those beautiful plants had caught your eye way too many times for your liking, causing you to lose that focus.  With each step you felt weaker and even more tired, the journey was taking too long, you felt as if you had been walking for eternity. The sun started showing up, soft light reflected in your sleepy eyes and something in the horizon suddenly caught your attention, you stopped in your tracks. A big tree, with white long vines and a strong aura you could see from far away - the source of power. You smiled to yourself and resumed your walk, you couldn’t give up now, she would heal you at last. When you finally reached the tree, you collapsed at the bottom of its trunk. Your hands took one of the vines and connected it to your queue making a tsaheylu. Your pupils dilated as the purest energy of all flowed slowly through your weak body. Next thing you remember was darkness.

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A sound of flapping wings caused you to open your eyes. You quickly disconnected from the tree and ran behind one of the larger roots to hide. As you were putting one of your arrows on the bow you heard the stranger approaching you. You stood up and pointed your weapon at them, but this wasn’t an enemy - it was a young Na’vi boy, probably close to your age. His bow was also ready to fire an arrow at you and you could tell he was confused too, because his eyes were scanning your body in a rapid pace. When you finally locked eyes, you lowered your weapon. However, he was still holding his up, cautious of you and your actions. But you knew better, you knew he wouldn’t hurt you; it was visible in his eyes that he was not a killer.

‘Who are you?’ He finally asked. ‘Are you an avatar?’

You tilted your head, confused about the new word he used, ‘What’s an avatar?’

He lowered his bow and hung it on his body, ‘Come.’

You didn’t move.

‘You’re Omaticaya, right?’ A question left your lips.

He nodded and opened his mouth to say something, but he shut it just as quickly.

‘What’s your name, boy?’

He grimaced at the last word, ‘Neteyam.’

‘(y/n)’ You replied.

For a moment you were standing there in silence, contemplating if you should ask for help. After all, you had nowhere to go to.

‘What are you doing here?’ He asked suddenly and stepped closer, which made you take a step back.

‘I got lost.’ You sighed. ‘The sky people found my village and the last thing I can remember is running away.’ You looked up at the tree. ‘I woke up in the forest and followed Eywa’s energy to find one of the sacred places to heal myself.’

‘Heal?’ He tilted his head in confusion once again.

You nodded, ‘I need your help.’ This time it was you who stepped closer. ‘I have to find my parents.’

He nodded, ‘I’ll take you to my grandmother, she’s Tsahik.’

Your ears perked up as you started following him to his ikran, ‘Who is the Olo’eyktan in your clan? Your grandfather?’

‘No, he died before I was born.’ He got on his ikran and offered you his hand. ‘My father is the leader.’

‘Hm.’ You quietly said and wrapped your arms around his chest gently.

You started wondering if you should tell him that you have that in common – being future clan leaders, that is. You knew the pressure, the responsibilities, the expectations and you could talk to him about that, but you wanted to keep that a secret for just a little longer. You could feel his strong energy, there was a certain feeling of calmness radiating from him and you swore it called to you. You have just met him, but he felt like an old friend, someone you never forget.

The ride was pleasant, you were curiously looking around and admiring the view. You thought he would take you to his home, somewhere in the forest, because after all the Omaticaya were a forest clan. It was surprising to say the least, when you landed inside a huge cave in one of the mountains.

‘I thought you were supposed to be tree people?’ You furrowed your eyebrows as you were looking around the village.

Neteyam helped you get down from the animal and softly laughed, ‘We are, but our home was destroyed.’ He looked down. ‘I never got to see it.’

You rested your hand on his arm and rubbed it softly, ‘I’m sorry, Neteyam. I am sure it was very beautiful.’

He sent you a soft smile which you reciprocated. Your eyes were locked with his, but he broke the eye contact due to something or rather someone coming from behind you. You turned around, a man was slowly approaching you, an elderly woman following after him.

‘That is father and grandmother.’ Neteyam stated from behind you.

‘Oel ngati kameie, Olo’eyktan, Tsahik.**’ You made the proper gesture and felt their tough gaze on you.

They greeted you in the same way and then looked at Neteyam. You knew exactly why they were confused just like he had been. It was because of your hair.

‘I come from the Mangkwan People.’ You announced in order to avoid unnecessary questions.

The Tsahik walked over to you and inspected your whole body, especially one part of it.

‘It’s been a while since I saw one of you.’ She said calmly. ‘Where is the rest of your clan?’

‘I don’t know.’ You sighed. ‘That’s why I’m here, I need to find them and I need help.’

She looked at Neteyam’s father who gave her a firm nod.

‘You can stay with us child.’ She informed you. ‘What are you called?’

‘(y/n) te Magte Leta’ite.’ You whispered your full name and the woman gasped softly, but didn’t say anything.

Neteyam exchanged a look with his father, both uncertain about the Tsahik’s reaction. The Olo’eyktan made a gesture towards his son to come closer and he whispered something into his ear. The young heir nodded and turned his attention to you.

‘Come, I’ll show you around.’

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After a brief walk through the village, which mostly consisted of you trying not to pay attention to the people whispering as you walked by, you arrived at what you figured would be Neteyam’s home.

‘This is where we sleep. There is not a lot of space but I can give you my own area if you want to rest, I’ll just share with my brother.’

‘Oh, no, it’s okay. I can sleep on the floor, I don’t mind it.’ You chuckled. ‘No, but really, you don’t have to give up your space for me, I’ll be good with anything.’

He smiled at you and his eyes followed your movements as you were admiring the inside.

‘Forgive me for staring at you so much before.’ You turned around to face him. ‘I’ve heard legends about your clan and I was surprised that..’

‘I’m real?’ You softly laughed. ‘It’s okay, I know you don’t see people like me every day.’ Your happy expression faded away.

‘What’s wrong?’ He approached you.

You sat down without looking at him and he did the same, ‘There isn’t many of us left.’ You turned your head to look into his eyes. ‘That’s why you don’t see us often. We always run away, hide in the shadows, we don’t engage in anything… I’m sure your grandmother remembers the times when my clan would happily help others when in need, but times have changed. All I know how to do is run away.’

‘You don’t have to do that anymore, I’m sure your clan would be welcome here. To stay with us.’

You lifted one corner of your mouth, ‘Thanks, tree boy.’

‘Who is that, brother?’ Your focus shifted from the boy sitting next to you to the girls standing in the entrance.

‘(y/n).’ You answered before he could open his mouth. ‘May I know your names?’

‘I’m Kiri and this is Tuk.’ She replied and looked down at the smaller girl hiding behind her leg.

‘Come here, I don’t bite.’ You smiled at them.

They carefully came closer and sat in front of you. Their reaction was similar to everybody else, their eyes weren’t looking into yours, but above. You curiously looked Kiri up and down, there was something in this girl you couldn’t quite put into words, a powerful energy illuminated from her body.

‘Dad wanted to talk to you.’ She said to Neteyam.

‘Oh, okay.’ He quickly stood up. ‘I’ll be right back, treat her nicely, she’s our guest.’

He left their home, your gaze followed him as he got lost in the sea of other Omaticaya people. Meanwhile, Tuk was still taking in your strange looks, a confused frown was on her face.

‘You want to touch it?’ You asked her and she nodded eagerly.

She crawled closer to you and started playing with your hair, ‘It looks like it glows! Does it glow in the dark?’

‘Sometimes.’ You replied with a funny expression on your face.

‘Can you show me? Please!’

‘Maybe one day, okay?’ She nodded in reply.

‘Do you need someone to patch you up?’ Kiri asked.

‘Sorry, what?’ You gave her a confused reply to which she gave a nod towards your bandaged thigh. ‘Oh! I forgot about that. It’s okay, it’s fully healed.’

‘How do you know?’

‘Because Eywa healed me.’ You replied while taking off the leaves and vines, Tuk was still playing with your hair.

‘What?’ Her ears perked up and she sat up straighter. ‘What do you mean by that?’

‘When I connect to the source, such as your big sacred tree, I can transfer Eywa’s power into my body to heal myself.’ You explained like it was nothing. ‘See? All good.’ You showed her your thigh which  now only had a small, faint scar in the place you were stabbed.

You looked up to see her puzzled expression and it took everything in you to not laugh.

‘You need to teach me how to do it.’ She finally whispered.

‘I can try, but it’s a difficult craft. It requires patience, meditation, and strength, spiritual strength. My people start training the moment they connect with Eywa for the first time and it takes years to master it.’ You told her. ‘But I feel that you have all that is needed. I’ll teach you when the time comes.’

‘Really?’ She covered her mouth in shock. ‘Thank you!’

‘It’s nothing.’ You smiled and looked over at Tuk. ‘Are you having fun?’

‘Mhm!’ She exclaimed. ‘Can I braid some of it?’

‘Of course.’ Her smile warmed up your heart.

It’s been a while since you sat down and had your hair done by anyone, so why not let the little kid do it? You shifted your gaze to look outside and saw Neteyam talking to a girl. A light clench could be felt in your heart, why was your body doing that?

‘Is that your brother’s mate?’ You asked and gave a nod towards them.

Kiri turned around to see who you were referring to, ‘He hasn’t chosen yet. Mother is expecting him to do that soon but he keeps postponing it, he says he has to be sure.’ She explained and you felt a relief inside. ‘And that is Nelao, mother thinks she would be the perfect Tsahik, but I disagree.’

‘Why?’ Your curiosity won. ‘She looks nice.’

‘She does, but I just don’t feel like she’s the right fit for my brother.’ She murmured. ‘Nelao overheard my mother talking about her being the new Tsahik. Because of that she’s so certain he will chose her that she doesn’t even leave his side.’

‘You would be a better Tsahik, (y/n).’ Tuk peeped in.

You tilted your head and giggled, ‘I would be, indeed.’ You paused. ‘And I will. Perks of being the daughter of the clan leaders.’

‘Your parents are Tsahik and Olo’eyktan?’ Kiri gasped. ‘Why didn’t you say it before?!’

‘I like being secretive.’ You smiled. ‘Revealing too much information at once isn’t a good idea, trust me.’

‘You can be our Tsahik if you want to.’ Tuk added.

‘Tuk! You can’t say things like that!’ Kiri scolded her sister.

‘Why not?’

‘Well, for once, she may already have someone betrothed to her.’ Kiri explained and turned her attention to you. ‘Do you have someone promised to you?’

You shook your head, ‘No.’

You wanted to add more, but you bit your tongue. Your parents have shown you a few young men to marry, but none of them felt right. You had to feel it inside and you couldn’t choose just because they expected that, it was your decision after all. And it’s not like you didn’t try, you hung out with some of them, talked with them, laughed with them, and yet none of them matched your energy in a way you longed for.

‘See? She can be our Tsahik.’ The little girl muttered and Kiri just rolled her eyes.

‘I’m sorry for my sister.’

‘It’s okay.’ You giggled. ‘Don’t be sorry for her, be grateful that she’s here to make your day more interesting.’

She smiled at you, ‘She sure is.’

‘All done! Do you like it?’ Tuk asked and showed you a few braids she had done.

‘They are perfect! Thank you ‘evi.***’ You gave her a quick hug to show your gratitude.

‘Kiri can you show me where you clean yourselves? I think I need to wash away the dirt.’ You turned to the older sister.

‘Oh my, of course! I’m sorry I should have asked you if you needed anything! Can I offer you some new clothes?’

‘If you’d be so kind.’ You smiled.

The three of you got up and you followed them hastily. On your way out you locked eyes with Neteyam who was still talking to Nelao, he shot you a quick smirk which made you look down and break the eye contact.

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After changing and cleaning yourself up you sat down on the edge of the cave. You were taking in the view unfolding in front of your eyes.

‘Where are you mom?’ You whispered and felt someone approach you from behind.

‘We have not had a chance to meet. My name is Neytiri, I am Neteyam’s mother.’ The beautiful woman spoke up.

‘(y/n).’ You smiled and bowed your head to greet her.

‘Can I join you?’ You nodded in approval.

She sat down next to you, ‘Beautiful, isn’t it?’

‘Yes, it’s extraordinary. I love looking at Pandora from above.’ You replied.

‘You have your own ikran?’

‘Yes, but I don’t know where she is. I was hoping to go search for her in the morning with Neteyam if that’s possible?’ You asked and quickly looked down. ‘Or any warrior for that matter, it doesn’t have to be him.’

Neytiri smiled sweetly, ‘I’m sure he would love to help you.’

You shyly raised your head and while looking into her eyes reciprocated the smile. For a moment both of you were sitting there quietly, enjoying the darkness with some glowing plants in the distance. Your ears perked up when you remembered a strange word Neteyam had said to you before.

‘What’s an avatar?’ You asked your companion out of the blue.

She looked at you confused, ‘You don’t know?’

‘No, I am not familiar with that word.’ You answered. ‘Neteyam asked me if I was one and I didn’t know what it meant.’

Neytiri roughly explained to you the concept of the word, she also used the term dream walkers. You also found out that her husband was an avatar before, which surprised you, it’s weird you haven’t noticed his additional fingers.

‘Your husband has a strong spirit, strong heart. I could feel it.’

‘He does.’ She whispered. ‘It’s late, we should head inside.’

You nodded and stood up to follow the woman inside their family home.

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When you woke up there was nobody in the tent with you. While you were stretching a big yawn escaped your lips. There was some water left next to you in a small pot, you picked it up and took a few big sips. You wiped your mouth and stood up to go outside and search for any of the familiar faces. You approached Neteyam who was giving some food to his ikran.

‘Hi.’

‘Hi, did you sleep well?’ He looked at you.

‘Um, yeah, it was a good night.’ You mumbled. ‘Are you going to help me today? With finding my ikran and my people?’

‘Oh! Yes, right, I have this thing here for you.’ He pulled out some sort of device. ‘This goes around your neck and this into your ear. Those are comms we use for communicating. ‘He pointed to the one he was wearing. ‘I’ll show you how they work.’

He installed everything on you and explained step by step to you how to use it. The whole time you tried to stay composed and steady, but his fingers brushing your skin were not helping. After that you both got on his ikran, the first place you wanted to check was the one you woke up at and that’s where you navigated him. You were using your memory and it was hard doing it from above since you were inside the forest while looking for a way out. Neteyam was patient with you, he landed a few times in the wrong places because you thought each could be the right one, thankfully one of them was. You got off the ikran and immediately noticed your blood on the grass. It was faint but because of daylight you could see the trail you were running through that night. You followed the blood with Neteyam by your side.

‘Mom! Dad!’ You shouted into the forest but received no response.

Suddenly a faint ikran roar erupted through the trees. Your ears perked up and you quickly ran towards the sound while making noises to lure in the animal.

‘Wait for me!’ You heard the man shout behind you, but you didn’t stop.

Soon you noticed something blue moving between two trees and you slowly approached it.

‘Ra’ia.’ You whispered and came closer to your ikran.

You noticed she was covered with a net and that was the thing disallowing her to move. You spotted your knife next to her and grabbed it to free the animal. Now everything made sense, they must’ve shot that net at you which caused both of you to fall down, you somehow freed yourself and dropped your knife while running away.

‘I’m sorry I left you Ra’ia.’ You whispered while you were hugging her neck and stroking her skin with one of your hands. ‘Thank you Great Mother for keeping her safe.’

‘Is that your ikran?’ You heard Neteyam’s voice.

‘Yes.’ You nodded. ‘Her name is Ra’ia.’

‘It’s suits her.’

‘Thanks.’ You chuckled. ‘We should check my village now.’

He gave you a nod and started calling for his own animal.

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The place was a mess. Your started to feel heavy when you noticed limp bodies of your people laying on the ground. You took a deep breath and wiped away the tears already falling down from your eyes. With each person you examined you felt your heart break even more. However it broke down completely when you noticed your father’s  broken bow, his hand wrapped around the weapon. You swallowed a big lump and took cautious steps towards him.

This can’t be real. He’s okay, he has to be okay.

‘Dad?’ You whispered when you finally reached his side you moved his body, he didn’t move. ‘Dad, come on.’ You cried. ‘Wake up! You can’t do this to me!’ You shouted and started shaking his body.

A pair of arms wrapped around you and started pulling you away.

‘No!’ You shouted. ‘NO!’

Neteyam embraced you in a hug which you were trying to break out of, ‘Let me go! He’s okay! We have to get him help!’

‘I’m sorry, (y/n).’He whispered and held you tighter. ‘There is nothing we can do for him, we need to go.’

You were crying your eyes out, your screams were stopping in your throat along with the tears you were choking on. You don’t know how long Neteyam was trying to calm you down, it could’ve been 20 minutes or 3 hours, you had no idea. His palm was stroking your hair and his chest was wet from your tears, but it was working, he finally managed to help you steady your breath and stop crying.

‘Can you help me bury him?’ You looked up at him with glossy eyes. ‘Please, Neteyam.’

‘Of course.’ He replied and kissed the top of your head gently.

There was a sacred place, a small tree close to your village where you would bury the dead. Neteyam helped you carry your father’s body there, you whispered a quick prayer to him and to Eywa. You connected your queue to the sacred tree and experienced a vision. Instead of seeing your father you saw your mother in some kind of metal home, perhaps a capsule? It was strange and covered in various plants. You gasped and collapsed right into Neteyam’s arms. You looked at him and explained where you think your mother may be.

He widened his eyes, ‘I think I know where that is.’

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‘Mom?’ You called out. ‘Mom are you there!?’

You moved closer to the entrance of the shack and looked through the broken window. Your mother was nowhere in sight.

‘She’s not inside, do you know if there is anywhere she could-‘

‘(y/n)?’ You heard your mother’s voice coming from the bushes.

You moved closer to the sound, ‘Mom? Yes, yes mom, it’s me.’

Her fragile silhouette emerged from the plants and she instantly collapsed into your arms, crying.

‘Your father..‘ She cried. ‘He..’

‘I know, ma, I know…’ You started caressing her tangled hair. ‘It’s going to be okay, ma.’

‘You need to find someone to lead the clan, you need to find a mate, daughter. We have to find the others as soon as we can, it is the only way.’ She explained and looked up to rest her sad eyes on Neteyam. ‘Who’s that?’

‘That’s my friend. We’re going to take you to a safe place.’ You explained. ‘The Omaticaya will take care of you, of us.’

‘No, no, we can’t. They are going to be hunting us. They know what we can do and they don’t like it.’ She stammered.

‘They are hunting my people too.’ Neteyam finally spoke up. ‘I can’t guarantee you will be safe in our hideout, but going there is the best thing I can offer you right now.’

‘We have to go, ma.’ You helped her stand up. ‘It’s okay, come on.’

The flight to the Omaticaya camp was peaceful, with no surprises from the enemy, but you felt your mother’s broken energy the whole time and it was draining you. You felt her pain, it was mixing with yours and creating a dreadful combination. There was also her unwillingness to go with you so she complained for most of the ride. When you finally arrived you were greeted by Mo’at, who immediately recognised your mother. She took her away from everyone and they both disappeared in her tent. You sighed and turned around to face Neteyam.

‘Thank you.’ You said. ‘For helping me. With finding my mother, Ra’ia and my..’ You paused, tears were starting to form in your eyes.

‘Hey, hey, you don’t have to thank me for this.’ He took your hand into his, caressing your knuckles softly with his fingers. ‘I’ll help you anytime you need me.’

You smiled up at him, ‘Do you-‘

‘Neteyam!’ A voice called out which made him drop your hand. ‘Is that this new friend of yours everyone is talking about? My name is Nelao.’

She grabbed Neteyam’s arm and hugged it to her body. The sight made your heart feel like a needle was going straight through it. You told her your name and complemented her own.

‘Thank you. Yours is quite unique as well.’ She looked up at Neteyam. ‘Shall we go? You must be hungry!’ She turned to you. ‘You’re welcome to join us, of course.’

You shook your head, ‘Maybe later, but thank you for invitation.’

You started walking away and looked at the man one more time, to your surprise you locked eyes with him once again. Then Nelao pulled him away as they headed to feast with the others. You approached Mo’at’s tent in hopes to find out how your mother was doing.

‘We have to find the rest. My daughter needs a mate, we need a new leader, Mo’at. I cannot believe all of this is happening.’ You heard your mother’s broken voice through the thin tent material. ‘I lost him, it hurts so much.’

‘I know what it feels like. I lost my husband because of these demons too. Your clan is welcome to stay with us when they are found.’ Mo’at spoke up. ‘Accept our help, Leta.’

‘It’s not nice to eavesdrop, you know?’ Neteyam’s voice startled you.

‘And why are you not participating in the feast?’ You tilted your head to the side.

‘I just..’ He paused. ‘Can we talk?’

You nodded, ‘Why didn’t you tell me you are the next Tsahik?’

‘What?’ You asked confused. ‘How-‘

‘I overheard your mother saying it to you before, she wasn’t particularly quiet so it’s not my fault.’

‘Right.’ You gave him a nod and smirked. ‘Do you want to go for a ride?’

‘If I do, will you answer my question?’ He tilted his head.

You shrugged, ‘Come and find out.’

You giggled and started running away to get on your ikran. Neteyam shook his head and followed your steps.

‘Where are we even going?’

‘You’ll see.’ You replied and took off, the man right behind you.

Throughout the flight you were constantly messing with him, whether that would be shoving him from the side or disappearing behind a mountain to scare him. He was pretending to be mad, but you knew he liked it. When you saw your destination you increased your speed. He tried chasing you trying to outrun your ikran, but to no avail.

‘It’s even more beautiful at night.’ You whispered when you landed.

‘It is.’ He replied, but he wasn’t looking at The Spirit Tree.

He was looking at something else or rather someone.

‘Come on, let’s go sit under it.’ You grabbed his hand and ran towards the tree.

For a moment you were just enjoying each other’s presence and looking around at the bioluminescent grass, leaves and vines. Well, you were the one looking around when his gaze was mostly lingering on your form.

‘So?’ He broke the silence which made you sigh.

‘I didn’t want to be defined by that. You out of all people should know the burden this role carries.’ You paused. ‘All the responsibilities, risks, duties… I just… I sometimes wish I wasn’t next in line.’ You looked at your hands. ‘Especially now when my mother urges me to find a mate immediately. Someone to step in for… You know.’

He nodded, ‘Yeah, I know what all of that feels like.’

‘But I can’t just take anyone and I think she doesn’t understand it. I have to feel it inside, it has to feel-‘

‘Right.’ He interrupted you.

‘Exactly!’ You exclaimed. ‘At least you already have someone to mate with.’ You whispered.

‘Huh?’ He raised his eyebrows. ‘Are you talking about Nelao?’

You nodded, ‘She seems really nice. You should be grateful your mom chose someone like that for you.’

‘She is nice, but at the end of the day it is not my mother’s decision.’ He responded. ‘It is mine.’

He raised his palm and rested it on your cheek.

‘And I don’t want Nelao.’

You felt heat going up to your cheeks and his face was slowly getting closer to yours. The kiss was slow and passionate, but most importantly – it felt right.

You were the first to break the kiss, ‘Are you sure about this?’

‘Are you?’ He asked.

You nodded your head eagerly, ‘You know, from the moment I saw you, your energy has called out to me.’

‘My energy?’ He chuckled.

You softly punched his arm, ‘Do not laugh at me! Last time I checked, I was the one seeing and feeling what you don’t.’

‘Oh, and that makes me worse than you?’ He tilted his head playfully.

‘Yes.’ You giggled and connected your lips with his eagerly.

After a while both of you pulled out your queues and observed how they connected with each other. The feeling was almost euphoric, something you have never felt before. You felt Neteyam’s energy, you saw it so vividly in your mind, all of his good and bad sides, everything about him was in front of you like an open book. All of it melted into your own body, your own energy mixed with his as you became one. There was no denying that all of this felt right.

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You woke up in the morning only because someone towered over you and their presence was enough to awaken you. You slowly opened your eyes and you felt Neteyam’s arm on your stomach, your back pressed to his chest. When your vision cleared up you looked up and saw your mother’s angry face.

‘Did you mate with this boy!?’ She screamed, which made Neteyam and you quickly sit up.

Jake was standing behind her and guided her to take a step back. Neytiri was also present, but she was behind the two, a small smirk spread out on her face.

‘Answer me, daughter.’

You stood up, your fingers intertwined with Neteyam’s, ‘Yes, mother.’

She scoffed, ‘You were supposed to find someone from our clan!’

‘It is my fault.’ Neteyam spoke up. ‘I was the one to-‘

‘No, it isn’t.’ You shook your head.’ It was all because of Eywa. We met before her and we mated before her.’ You told your mother. ‘From the moment I saw him I knew we were meant to be together, his energy called me, it lured me in and I could not resist. The feeling was stronger than anything else.’

Your mother shook her head, but deep down she knew exactly what you were talking about. She had felt the same thing when she first laid her eyes on your father. She looked up at Jake who just shrugged his arms.

‘There is nothing we can do about it.’ He told her. ‘It is done.’

‘There is nothing wrong with uniting our clans.’ Neytiri spoke up. ‘I must say, I think it’s necessary. Especially in those dark times.’

You smiled at her and she reciprocated the gesture. You turned to your mother with pleading eyes.

‘Please, ma.’

She was looking between the two of you quickly and her gaze finally rested on your mate.

‘Fine.’ She closed her eyes and sighed. ‘At least it’s done now. All we have to do is find the rest of the clan, but I must say, the boy I chose for you will not be very pleased about this.’

‘Ma!’ You scolded her.

‘The boy she chose for you?’ Neteyam asked.

‘She chose like 5 boys for me.’ You chuckled. ‘But they don’t matter anymore, do they?’

‘I guess they don’t.’ He smiled at you.

‘We should head back to the camp.’ Jake said. ‘And please, don’t sneak out in the night, I don’t want your siblings to follow your footsteps.’

‘Yes sir.’ Netayam nodded.

Everyone turned around and started walking towards their ikrans, you and Neteyam following after them.

‘I knew this would happen.’ You heard Neytiri whisper to her husband.

‘Who didn’t?’ He quietly replied.

You chuckled and turned your head to Neteyam. You gave him a quick peck on the cheek.

‘Want to race to the camp?’ You asked and started running to your animal before the man had a chance to process your question.

He shook his head and ran after you. He would always run after you.

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[darlin-djarin]

zeb's role in this au is ezra and sabine's 3rd emergency contact that they call when they don't want hera and kanan to know they got into shit because it's not like he's bothered enough to tell them. he's integral because of how much he doesn't care

also 4 year old Chopper has the energy of that one "What do you have?" "A knife!!" "No!" vine in my mind

YESSSS OUR BRAINWORMS ARE MATCHINGG- in modern au zeb would for sure get the kids out of situations at school or even jail without telling hera or kanan. he’d also blackmail them a little, like “give me half your income this month or i’ll tell hera” and sabine and ezra would lose their shit like “HALF??” or maybe a situation where they come back from school and zeb’s like “go get me a beer” and they refuse and then he starts blackmailing and threatening to tell kanan and hera about “that one time you guys were caught graffitiing the school’s wall with drawing of butts” 👍 normal things.

and yesssss chopper being their 4 year old little brother would drive them absolutely insane. he’d come in from the backyard for dinner holding up a whole ass dead possum and start terrorizing everyone with it.

[bumbleklee]

i saw a tweet about how this dad would always call his daughter 'baby girl' and one day she said to him that he was her 'baby daddy' and he had to tell her no no that's not how it works

it gives very kaeya and calla energy

im so in love w this. i am now accepting famous vines or tiktoks as the kids starting with the knife kid as clara and diluc tyvm

[yandere-daydreams]

Title: Entitlement.

Pairing: Yandere!Childe x Reader (Genshin Impact).

Word Count: 3.1k.

TW: Implied Dub-Con/Non-Con, Human Trafficking and Forced Prostitution, Emotional Abuse, Physical Abuse (Past and Present), Degradation, Slight Infantilization, Mentions of Blood/Violence.

“When did he stab you?”

Childe sighed, gesturing vaguely as you cut away what was left of his shirt. The cut was long, jagged, stretching from the nape of his neck to the base of his spine, but it was shallow, too, messy, more blood and torn skin than anything else, anything more fatal. There was bruising, around his neck, littered over his shoulder blades, but you focused on the gash, for now. There was no need to rush. It hadn't taken you long to realize that Childe only ever came to you when he had a few hours to burn.

You dropped your scalpel onto the cushion beside you, taking up your brush and the small pot of ink it rested in, instead. You waited for Childe to answer before you started – out of habit, if nothing else. You tried to keep your clients distracted, when you could. “After we sparred,” He started, pausing to hiss as you made the first stroke. You’d need a more elaborate design, something large enough to cover most of his back. “The bastard couldn’t handle having his ass handed to him. Must’ve decided putting a knife in my back was the only way to save his reputation.”

A flower, one you couldn’t remember the name of, blooming across his shoulder. The ink was running, but you didn’t try to correct the imperfection. Visualization mattered more than execution. As long as you could give yourself a template, anything would due. “Another new recruit?”

He groaned, and you picked away at the leaves, branching off from your main design to encompass all the bruises, all the scrapes he preferred to let heal naturally. He might chide you if he noticed, scold you the way a parent might when they find their child drawing on the walls, but you knew better than to work half-heartedly. Scaramouche had seen the cuts you neglected to heal last time he was in Liyue, the ones Childe had insisted you skip, and he wasn’t as kind to you as Childe was. He wasn’t as patient.

He said he wanted the Fatui didn’t tolerate investments who couldn’t turn a profit, and you weren’t inclined to take his threats lightly.

“They’re cocky. That’s what happens when you ship kids straight out of Snezhnaya. They think they’re real soldiers just because they’ve been on a few field missions, and—” He sighed again, running a hand over his face and shaking his head. “Archons, I’m starting to sound like Signora. You alright, back there?”

“Just putting on the finishing touches.” You discarded your brush, letting your hand fall your hip, to the Vision hanging from your sash. You closed your eyes, but you could feel the burst of heat, the rush of energy through your veins, and when you opened them, your black lines were replaced by vibrant color, dripping ink by stationary dye, Childe’s injury for smooth, unblemished skin. You let yourself admire it, for a moment, the swirl of the vines, the fine detailing you’d only hinted at, but tore your eyes away quickly.

It still felt wrong to admire your own work, to think of it as anything but a means to an end. Your handler used to watch over your shoulder, encouraging you to take longer, touch your client more, let the thin red robes you were given fall a little further down your shoulder and urge your client to touch you, in return. It was art, sure, but it was a service, too, a product meant to allure and attract. He got mad when you didn’t try hard enough, when you failed to push your product as far as it could possibly go. Those were the worst days, when he was mad at you, when he seemed to forget why you were valuable. It was never good, but—

But, Childe didn’t get mad at you. Not for that, at least. Not as often.

Childe was your handler now, even if he refused to wear the title openly.

And Childe wouldn’t hurt you.

“All done.” You forced yourself to speak. You were with the Fatui. You were with Childe. Thinking about anything else was pointless. “The tattoo should fade in a few days – and be more careful, next time. You’ll need to salvage your reputation if anyone notices you’re covered in flowers.”

“A small price to pay for having such a talented healer on my staff.” You scoffed, and he grinned, pushing himself to his feet with a throaty groan. “I don’t know what I did to deserve you, (Y/n).”

A few months ago, you might’ve reminded him (with as much spite in your voice as shameless adoration) that he’d bought you, that you’d been a purchased asset, an ‘investment’, but he would’ve hated it, and trying to make him into as much of a villain as your handler had been would’ve only made you miserable. Now, you only smiled, throwing a spare glance to your inkpot, wondering how long it’d been since you’d had it refilled. You didn’t say anything, but you didn’t have to. “I know I’m supposed to take it easy,” He said, stretching, already testing the limits of his newly healed wound. “But a shopping trip won’t kill me, right? It’s the least I could do, after using up your supplies.”

You bowed your head. “You’re too kind, Lord Tartaglia.”

“No need to be so formal.” You didn’t offer your hands, but he took it regardless, pulling it out of your lap and squeezing your palm gently.

“Call me Ajax."

~

You tried to. You really, really tried to.

You'd never know your handler’s name. There’d been formalities, roles, nicknames to use in front of clients and on the rare occasion you were allowed to go out into public. You should be thankful for a name, for more to hold onto than a title or an alias. It should've felt right on your tongue, rather than rigid, wrong. It should feel right to think of him as… not a friend, but something else. Something more, or something less. Something other than an employer, a superior.

Something other than a handler.

You bit the inside of your cheek, letting yourself scan over the bustling marketplace, the crowded stalls, the people, hundreds of them, thousands, as if all the residents of Liyue Harbor had decided to come out in force. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d seen so many people in the same place. Even after Childe took you on, after you were given a room in the Northern Bank that locked from the inside, you’d self-isolated, kept to yourself, bothered the secretary at the front desk incessantly about how much you were actually supposed to eat and how far you were really allowed to stray without an escort.

You’d been insufferable, too paranoid do anything but pace and paint bloody, beating hearts on anyone who came to you. Childe had been patient, thankfully.

Eternally, unbearably patient.

You still tried to run your errands after the sun set or before it rose, to keep to shops few others chose to frequent, but privacy wasn’t a luxury you had, now, in the middle of the day, in the middle of a marketplace more populated than your hometown. You stopped, for a moment, clasping your hands together in front of you, trying to breathe through the thick, humid air, but you felt two hands on your back and you forgot how to breathe at all.

Childe nudged you forward, chuckling under his breath. You’d forgotten that he came with you, but you couldn’t imagine how. Dragging you around the harbor had become his latest hobby, for lack of anything more entertaining to do. You wouldn’t mind, if he didn’t always seem to take you where you wanted to be the least.

You stumbled, but he didn’t seem to notice, only moving to your side, draping an arm over your shoulders. You felt small, like you were going to be hurried into a narrow side-street or another windowless carriage. You felt exposed. “Trying to get away from me?” He asked, his tone playful, and you shook your head, the action more reflexive than anything else. You weren’t trying to run. You wouldn’t try to run. You were smarter than that. You knew better. You were better.

He said something else, but you couldn't hear him. You couldn’t breathe. You wished you’d worn something else, something that covered the symbol dyed onto the nape of your neck, the evidence of your allegiance to the Fatui, to Childe. You’d wanted the tattoo, gotten it on your own time and paid the artist with a month’s worth of your own meager salary, but it felt like a tether, now, the other end looped around Childe’s wrist. It felt like it was branded across your chest, where everyone could see it. It felt like everyone was looking at you. It felt like everyone was looking at you.

“It’s crowded,” You mumbled, and he laughed, in response, the noise light and unsympathetic. He was still touching you. His skin seemed to burn where it brushed against yours. “If you touch me like that—”

“What's wrong?” He pulled you closer, until your side pressed against his. You felt his fingertips brush against your bicep, his hip slot against the curve of your waist. Someone else brushed against you, on your other side, a stranger just trying to pass by. Your vision was starting to blur. You could hear your own pulse, and you knew everyone else could, too. “Afraid people might think we’re a couple?”

Dim light, candles left to burn a little too long. Damp cellars with bare walls and bare floors and straw mattresses stuffed into the corners. Thin paint, cheap silk, gifts from ‘admirers’ that you and your handler would laugh about over sweet wine and expensive, imported chocolate. Older men who liked to compliment your tattoos and rich women who liked to rent you out for parties and pass around your Vision like a toy. Your last client, screaming, clutching at his face, and your handler throwing you, bruised and bleeding, at the feet of a man you didn’t know. Hands, on your chest, on your thighs, on your neck, squeezing until your knees buckled and you couldn’t breathe and—

Childe caught you, wrapping his arms around your waist, holding you to his chest. You were somewhere else, now, in front of one of the closed stalls, and he was humming, a lullaby you might’ve heard before but couldn’t name. It hurt your ears. Your chest ached.

You tried to push him away, but it was a weak, futile effort, and if Childe noticed, it didn't convince him to let you go. You could feel his lips on the top of your head, and you wondered how much it really would've hurt if he’d just let you collapsed.

“Poor thing.” His voice was quiet, muffled. You told yourself you weren’t supposed to be listening at all. “I think I lost you there, for a second. Did someone get a little overwhelmed?”

He used to talk to you like that all the time. Like you were delicate, like the wrong word might make you break down. You’d never cried in front of him. Panicked, ranted, screamed, but you’d never cried. Not for lack of trying, on Childe’s part.

You wanted to go back to the Northern Bank. You wanted to paint something fierce across your back, a dragon, or a tiger, or another monstrous, massive predator big enough to cover as much skin as you could possibly force it too. “Childe, I—”

“Ajax.” A hand on your chin, tilting your head back. You saw the barest hints of his small, lopsided smile before you looked away. “Ajax, remember?”

You just wanted to be somewhere else.

You let yourself lean into his palm, shutting your eyes entirely.

“Ajax.”

~

You’d watched a girl bite off her own fingers, once.

Slowly. Loudly. It’d taken her all night, and she’d stopped a few times, given herself time to gasp and sob and scream into her own bloody palms. You’d shared a cage with her, and you’d been able to smell her blood, to count how many minutes it took her to split flesh and gnaw through bone. She knew the two of you were going to be put on auction, the next day, and she was scared. She’d thought that, if she damaged herself badly enough, made herself unsightly enough, they’d kill her, instead.

They hadn’t. They’d just cut off her hands and feet and sold her to a merchant from Fontaine who had an affinity for that kind of thing.

You’d been sold to Childe an hour later.

You hoped she was dead. For her own sake, and for yours.

You splayed your hand out in front of you, spreading your fingers apart, counting each. You didn’t want to bite them off. You didn’t want to hurt yourself.

But, you were starting to see why she’d felt like she needed to.

You reached out blindly, looking for something to hold onto, something to feel, and your fingertips brushed against glass, against metal, against your Vision, lying neglected on the cold, hard floor. You clutched it absentmindedly, pulling into your chest, seeking out what little warmth it could provide when you were so lifeless, yourself. As you shifted, curling around it, something behind you stirred, groaning softly, slotting against your back and latching onto your hip. You felt lips the edge of your jaw, cold breath ghosting over your neck, bare skin pressing into yours.

You were thankful for your Vision, and you hated it more than you’d ever hated anything else. If you didn’t have a Vision, you likely would’ve spent the rest of your life in your tiny village, never venturing beyond its borders. If you didn’t have a Vision, your handler never would’ve taken an interest in you, never would’ve persuaded your starving family to send you out into the world with little more than their blessing and a trusted stranger at your side. If you didn’t have a Vision, you never would’ve been able to attack the client who wrapped his hands around your neck, who choked you out until your head was spinning and your lungs ached, and your handler never would’ve given you up, sold you off, abandoned you. You wouldn’t be here. You never would’ve been brought into the Fatui. You never would’ve had to meet Childe.

He was kissing your neck, now, the sensitive skin just above your jugular. You didn’t know why. He’d already bruised it, bitten it, left his mark there and everywhere else. Bitten. Bitten-off fingers, covered in blood. Blood and bone and burning.

You’d blinded that client. You should’ve been thrown back into the cellar, killed, and left in a shallow grave, but you hadn’t been because you'd been given Vision and that meant you were worth something, even if you weren’t worth enough to keep around, anymore. You were a bad investment. Scaramouche would see that, next time he visited Liyue, and he’d tell Childe and you’d be sold again, or discarded entirely. You wanted to feel scared. You tried to picture yourself without hands, without feet, but that just made you feel sick and you were so, so tired of making yourself sick.

You were on your back, suddenly, and Childe was above you, between your open legs. You could see his chest, toned and pale and covered in scratches, in defensive wounds he must’ve misinterpreted as an invitation to be rougher, to be worse. You looked away, trying to let your head lull to the side, but he caught you, corrected you, kissed you, again, softly, barely letting his teeth brush against your lips when he pulled away.

“I love you.” He was smiling. You wished he would stop. “You love me too, don’t you?”

Cages, crates, rooms with bars on the windows. Rust, as red as blood. Blood. “I do.”

“And you wouldn’t try to leave me. You know that you’d never be able to survive, without me.”

Leashes. Around your wrist, in public, around your neck, in front of clients. Candles and wine and pretty, floral tattoos. “I wouldn’t.”

“And you need me.” You could feel his hands on your thighs. You recognized the airiness of his voice, the gentle bliss, the terrible excitement. “You know that you need me, right?”

Ink. In your skin, in your lungs, flooding through your veins. You wished you could breathe ink. You wished you could drown in ink. “Of course, Lord Tartaglia.”

He stopped smiling. You were relieved beyond words.

You were still holding onto your Vision. You couldn’t be sure if Childe only just noticed or if he’d been ignoring it, letting you get away with something you shouldn’t under the presumption of good behavior, but he decided to act, now, prying it out of your grip, batting away your pathetic attempts to take it back with a single hand. He looked at it speculatively, dismissively, then discarded it, tossing it off the bed, out of your reach. You shot up, trying to dart after it, but Childe took you by the shoulders, pinning you down with little effort. He let you go, a second later, and you didn’t try to get away again.

“I met your last owner the day I bought you.” Owner, owner, owner. It was an ugly word. You weren’t supposed to use it. It made clients feel guilty, ashamed. It made your handler mad. “He told me what a little whore you used to be, how many cocks you'd take in an hour, what a little slut you've always been. I mentioned how much you were going to cost me, and he said I was getting cheated, paying too much for used goods. I didn’t listen, though. I brought you home, treated you like a real soldier. That was nice of me, wasn’t it?”

“I want my Vision back.” Your voice was shaking. “I… I don’t want you to touch me, anymore.”

He moved quickly, swiftly. You felt the pain in your cheek, the heat left from the impact, and little else. “You should be grateful I still want to touch you. I could've had any healer, but I wanted you, I put all that time and mora into you. I thought we would get along. I thought you looked like someone who would be thankful for a little help, but clearly, I was wrong.”

You shook your head, but you weren’t really sure what you were trying to deny. “No, no, I’m—”

“You’re weak.” You tasted iron. It was so dark, and he was above you, and he looked so tall, like this. So much bigger than you. “You’d be helpless, if it wasn’t for me.”

You opened your mouth, then closed it again just as quickly. You tried closing your eyes, but the tears slipped out, regardless, then a sob, so cracked and so crooked, it was hard to think of as a sound you’d made at all. You didn’t thrash, didn’t lash out, but Childe drew away, regardless, pulling back just far enough to work an arm underneath you, to drag you into his chest. It was an awkward position, your body bent, but he didn’t seem to mind, and you clung to him, hiding your face in the crook of his neck. You couldn’t imagine trying to get away.

“I gotcha.” You could feel his hand on the back of your neck, tracing the shape of your tattoo, your insignia, your brand. You’d get paint another onto yourself, later on, then another and another and another, until you'd never have to look at your own skin ever again. “This is why you need me. You’re just a fragile little thing, too timid for your own good." He was grinning, again. You could feel it, sense it, but you couldn't bring yourself to care. "You just need to remember who you belong to."

Right. Of course.

You'd almost managed to forget.

[polarpuppet]

“Get away from him!” Luz screamed as she charged the masked man once more, Hunter now laying motionless on the throne. “A child like you had no business being this annoying!” Belos growled as Luz flew backwards. “You WILL stay out of my way or else-“ He said before the back of his cloak was grabbed, the man whipping around to see what creature was brave enough to do so. “Or else you’ll stab them, perchance?” A familiar voice said. It was Hunter’s, but older, more sad.

In a single heartbeat, the crimson eyes and pointy ears vanished to show green eyes and rounded ears. “I see it’s happened already. I normally have longer.” Belos said as the young man stood up. “I see you are still making clones of me, brother. When will you let me rest?!” Hunter yelled. “I just…want to rest, please stop reviving me, stop this MADNESS!” He begged.

Luz watched Hunter in confusion. “H-Hunter?” She tried, but he didn’t even notice her, his eyes on his once littler brother. Now? Now he’s looking up to him, as all of his previous selves have once done.”I know the truth of who you are. Every time you bring me back, you look worse and worse. Please. Please, let’s just exist here.” He begged and held his hand out with a small smile.

“NEVER!” Belos screamed and slapped the hand away.”You offered that so many years ago, you offer that every time you regain your memories, but I will NEVER stop trying to leave this place! YOU are the one who likes it here! YOU are the one who fell in love! YOU are the one who turned your back on me!” He screamed as he produced a knife. “And you. Will. Die.” He said before he launched an attack, Hunter’s arms coming to protect his face before a wall of vines came from no where, stopping the blade.

“I’ll say it again! Get away from him!” Luz yelled as the vines pushed Belos back to the other side of the room, slamming into the wall.”Philip!” Hunter cried out in shock before looking at Luz. “Y-You saved me? Why?” He asked. “Because we’re friends! I don’t know who you are, but that body belongs to a friend of mine, so I plan to protect it.” She said, her words filled with determination as Hunter smiled. “Thank you. I’ve never had someone do that before.” He said before he suddenly pushed her out of the way of the energy attack sent from the cane.

“You brat! How dare you interfere!” Belos wailed as he launched another attack. Just before his cane met Hunter, the young man let out a small note. The sound froze Belos in his tracks as Hunter started to sing, his words mystifying as he held a glyph in his hand. Luz watched, mesmerised by the way he was able to do that.”Bard magic!” She squealed, keeping her voice to a whisper as Hunter stood in front of the blade as the final words were sung.

“NO!” Luz said as she realized what would happen too late. The blade went through the small form, the tip stained with red.”You did always fancy knives, huh?” Hunter teased.”Thank you, for helping me.” He said before Belos grabbed him, raising his hand high. “I shall help you. To your grave!” He said before Hunter began singing again, this time, walking around in a circle, using his new red ink to draw a glyph and gently placing Belos inside.

At his final note, the emperor snapped out of it.”You little-“ He said before he noticed the glyph and looked up at Hunter. “I’m sorry, brother. You’ve gone too far.” The blonde said before he activated it. “NO!!!” Belos cried as his body slowly faded. Hunter looked away as Luz had to shield her eyes, the light too bright for her.

Once the light subsided, a small figure could be seen. It was a palisman. A figurine of Belos. Hunter gently scooped it up and smiled softly before the door flung open, Eda, King, Darius, and Raine all looking ready to fight. When they noticed no one was there, they were confused. “Hey kid. What happened?” Eda asked. “We…won.” Luz said before she looked at Hunter. She was about to say something before Darius ran over and engulfed the boy in a hug. “You aren’t hurt are you? I will revive that monster and take him out myself if he did!” He yelled.

Hunte gently took the hands off him before he looked up at him.”This version…made friends…had a family?” He asked before he looked down. “I’m sorry. This…Hunter? He doesn’t exist. Not anymore. Forgive me.” He said softly. Those words, small as they were, so very simple, shook everyone in that room to their core.”But then who are you?” King asked, a bit more forceful than needed. “My name is Caleb. Caleb Wittebane. Philip, the man who killed me…tormented me for years…he was my baby brother.” He said as he held the figurine in his hand.

Tears went down the young man, now known as Caleb’s face. “I didn’t want it to end this way. I’m sorry for all the trouble he and I might of caused.” He said and bowed his head. A second later, he felt multiple arms around him, holding him close. “You have suffered so much, too much, kid.” Darius said. “Yes. You can rest now, Hun-I mean Caleb. Everyone needs to rest.” Luz said kindly, small tears going down her cheeks.

Caleb smiled softly at her.”Kid. Can you do me a small favor?” He asked. She looked saddened but smiled and nodded. “What is it?” She asked. “Can you bury us in the human realm? I know Phil wanted to get back their really bad. It would mean a lot to him.” He said, his voice getting softer. Luz sniffled before she nodded.”Of course! I would be happy to.” She said as Caleb’s smile grew. “Did you hear that Philip? We can finally go home…”He said before he let out a small breath, his body vanishing as he, too, became a figurine. Both men now had a smile on their faces, joining hands once more in death…

[incorrect-ikevamp-quotes]

Hi! I love everything that you write and heh I am a fan! 😄 tbh this is my first time requesting something on Tumblr! If you don't mind and if I am not being a bother...can you write about how the guys would react If MC suddenly starts making meme references? I don't know how I got the idea but I am REALLY curious. And love you! :D

Hiya! Tyvm for the kind words, and apologies that this took a while! I hope you have the chance to enjoy it regardless ❤️❤️❤️ Love you too, sweet pea! I promise to get to the next request you’ve sent ASAP~

Aight but this would be hilarious because the range of the reactions is just ungodly. I will be putting this under a cut after Napoleon so I don’t clog up everyone’s dash, but all the suitors are included below otherwise! 

Comte is the one that recognizes a few, but didn’t really stay in modern times long enough to be as well-versed as a Gen Z kid might. Regardless he finds the wittiness and absolute chaotic fuckery to be delightful, and will 100% support the harmless nonsense. It never fails to get a laugh out of him

Mozart that first day be like: “Buzz off MC I hate you” MC, because she likes swinging bats at wasps’ nests: “Well that’s not very cash money of you” Mozart: ?????????? Comte, giggling in the bg like the secret fae he is This one’s just because I’m petty, but after the events of Comte rt I just imagine them encountering Vlad again and MC’s just “I lived bitch.” while Comte is flipping him off behind her lkjahgkjhdsg

Comte @ Leo when he finds the latter under his desk: Had it not been for the laws of this land, I would have slaughtered you.  MC: wheezing from the hallway as she’s about to give him his letters

MC: So how was your day, honey? Comte: Good, good--briefly had to go beastmode upon the punk that pilfered my lint roller MC, biting her lip to keep from laughing: So does Leo still have his kneecaps? Comte: for now.

Comte, @ literally anyone upsetting the MC: I won’t hesitate, bitch

Comte: Be careful with my emotional baggage, it’s designer

MC: What if I was evil and ran towards you at very fast speeds Comte: My arms are strong, I would catch and hug you

Leo and Dazai are the ones that don’t have a single reference point but are filled with so much dumbass chaos energy that they just. Understand immediately???? Nobody knows how or why, but they just catch on so fast--adapt the language in a matter of weeks. Never underestimate the power of combined boredom, depression, and humor

I swear to god I just see MC taking them their Blanc/Rouge and being like “here you go sir, one enslaved moisture” and they just go fucking hog wild from day one. MC starts impersonating Theo when he leaves the room around Dazai, like fake deep voice “you all only hate me because you do not like me and I am mean to you. grow up.” Or like the MC meets a baby on her travels with Leo around town and she holds them and says v seriously and sagely “So you are Baby? I have heard tales of your exploits.” and Leo about loses his shit right there. They both think MC is the funniest person alive--they’ve never been more eager to throw a ring at someone in their entire life.

Also a bonus for my beloved Dazai:  MC, facing even the slightest inconvenience (like dropping her fork) in the most dramtic voice possible: Life is not daijoubu. Dazai: wheezing

MC, after watching Theo turn down a woman at the bar in the meanest way possible: bro quit letting the darkness consume you u r scaring the hoes Dazai, literally rolling around on the ground, half-drunk and dying:

MC, walking alongside Dazai and stopping to stare at her reflection in the River Seine. Dazai’s expecting some sad or twisted shit, since people often feel comfortable talking about those things around him, but instead she just: “Oh, it’s you. The source of all my problems.” And he about falls into the river from shock HAHAHA

At this point don’t be surprised if his next book is about an absolute madlad woman similar to MC

Napoleon finds it to be a delightful quirk more than anything? He doesn’t really understand it, but he finds it funny when they change their voice for effect or speak in exaggerated tones. If it’s just comprehensible enough for an outsider to understand--or Sebas gives him context--chances are it’ll send him into a laughing fit

For this one I just imagine MC singing that Ratatouille meme song obnoxiously bad while cooking, and Napoleon and Comte are just so wildly amused by it bc it makes zero sense and it’s only vaguely French at this point

MC @ Napoleon while they’re cooking brunch: Can I offer you a nice egg in these trying times?

MC, conflicted because she’s tired and wanted to sleep in but also got to see Napo’s cute sleeping face for a few hours: For my next stunt, I’ll wake up at 5AM on the day I can sleep in. Sebas: Early to bed and early to rise makes a person healthy, wealthy, and wise MC: early to bed and early to rise makes me a massive bitch Napoleon: laughing in agreement

Isaac is the type to be bewildered and concerned at first (especially when he hears the more nihilistic ones hoOOOoooOO BOY) but eventually begins to understand it’s some bizarre attempt at humor (that hurts Zack baby). While some part of him laments that it reminds him of Dazai and he’s secretly jealous of how she and Dazai bond over it, he will sometimes join in the chaos when the mood strikes him and he’s feeling mischievous

Isaac: How are you feeling? MC: Oh, I’m not Isaac: seconds from dialing 911 Isaac: Are you okay? MC: Oh yeah dw I just suffer from that syndrome where your neutral expression makes you look like you’re an angry serial killer Isaac: say sike rn

Isaac, tutoring MC and correcting something:  MC, muttering while redoing it: The risk I took was calculated, but man am I bad at math. Isaac: unable to help a laugh

One time MC was avoiding Isaac for fear of hurting his feelings and he just confronts her like: Isaac: back by unpopular demand, me! What’s wrong, MC pls MC was so hecking proud of him

Isaac, telling MC about a recent discovery he learned at uni from another professor: bones typically heal stronger after they’ve been broken--so long as they’re set properly, of course MC, looking him dead in the eyes: So what you’re saying is that I should break every bone in my body until I become superhumanly powerful? Isaac: please do not, no

Mozart and Jeanne are just. Totally lost. Why are you talking like that??? Why are you making “crab hands”???? They don’t understand. Maybe never will. They reach a point where they just kind of laugh and shake their heads, endeared by the oddity after they’re used to it and have determined it isn’t a threat/insult. 

MC: It’s a cold and it’s a brooooken, Waluigi. Waaaaluigiiiii...waaaahluigi..... Mozart: surprised, then starts snickering and playing along on the piano

Arthur, asking MC very personal questions out loud because he is an idiot sometimes: Soooo MC, are you a top or a bottom? MC: I’m a threat. (If he asks a second time, the response will be “Wouldn’t you like to know, weatherboy.”) Jeanne, fighting a smile:

MC, about to punch an asshole: Your free trial of being alive has ended Jeanne, seconds from laughing for the first time in 100 years:

Also, because I genuinely can’t help myself. You know that knight meme like “Parry this you fucking casual.” I cannot stress enough that it is literally the personification of Jeanne’s entire character. I’m not even joking.

Arthur and Shakespeare are utterly fascinated by the rapid evolution of wordplay and the sheer hilarity. They will ask all about these so-called “memes” and ask for examples of them if MC can show them (either somehow accessing her phone or drawing them). MC draws Arthur the knife cat meme and he about a s c e n d s at the hilarity of it all, points and yells THEO IS HOLDING THE KNIFE. He is correct. They will be delighted and follow along eagerly, and--god forbid--will make their own based on late 19th century struggles.

Is this where Shakespeare got the idea for “What, you egg? stabs him” and “You are a saucy boy.”? I’m too scared to ask. Don’t even get me started on “The Fool jingled miserably across the floor.” That one is just too on the nose...

I can’t even imagine what would happen to Shakespeare if MC like translated vines and memes into Ye Olde English around him. Imagine she’s at one of those noble balls and hears rumors of these two guys living together and they’re so obviously gay and he says “And those gents w’re roommates.” And in the most false surprised tone ever MC just replies “oh mine own god, those gents w’re roommates.” Imagine having a wife that’s just as hilarious as you are and hits you with all the force of a bag of wet mice every time you speak in retaliation, he’s going into palpitations.

Every time Arthur does smth stupid MC just: “I Pretend I Do Not See It.”

Vincent is tickled pink by MC’s penchant for finding joy and/or amusement in nearly everything they do, and he smiles gently when he sees them muttering and laughing to themselves. He wants to be able to join them in what they love, but he has a harder time following along and understanding the darker humor sometimes. Mostly gets confused??? Please give him the easier ones to mimic and laugh when he tries--or just include him in your jokes MC. He’s babie your honor...

But he also. Will not. Stand any kind of self-deprecation or borderline verbal self-harm. He’s usually very easygoing and calm, but for whatever reason that stuff makes him go deathly quiet and upset.

MC, after something goes horribly wrong, hugging Vincent: Oh Vince, we really in it now Vincent: giggling a little despite his worries, relaxing

MC: Theo stop simping for Vincent that’s my job

MC, when Theo leaves the room and she gets Vincent all to herself: The evil is defeated.

MC: And this is where I would put my will to live...if I h a d one! Vincent: ;-; MC: oh shit, oh fuck, I was only kidding Vincent wait (MC was subsequently lectured and loved on for many hours)

Theo is conflicted because on the one hand, he loves to see you smiling and having fun. On the other, you’re clowning as hard as Dazai and Arthur and he can only handle so many monkeys in his circus. Most of the time he will roll his eyes and be the straight man of this comedy, but you might find him cracking a smile--or accidentally letting a chuckle slip past his lips now and again.

MC, after meeting Theo: I’m a nice person, but I’m about to start throwing rocks at people.

Theo, those first days: Oh? You’re approaching me? Instead of running away, you’re coming right to me? MC: I can’t beat the shit out of you without getting closer.

Theo: Every time I ask MC to explain “vibe check” to me she hits me with some kind of improvised weapon

MC, after the “incident” (you know the one): This year, I lost my dear lover Theo Theo, in the distance: QUIT TELLING EVERYONE I’M DEAD! MC: ;-; sometimes I can still hear his voice...

Sebastian is last because oh boy. OH BOYYYYY I LOVE HIM. Okay so the way I see this happening with Sebastian is just. So wild. Because at first he’s t r y i n g so hard to be the proper butler man. He does not meme. But then he starts to drift closer to what Niles from The Nanny was, where he’ll quip and joke in private or when the situation is just beyond the amount of absurdity he can handle without making a snarky comment. Everyone in the house can’t fathom how Sebas and MC got so close so fast, but there are points where they’re just “Are they even speaking English anymore???” It’s 11 times funnier than normal because Sebas almost never smiles or laughs when memeing, the deadpan quality of his playing along sends MC every time

Has ABSOLUTELY said “HEY. PANINI HEAD. ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO ME???” jokingly when MC made a mistake in the kitchen. They laugh about it for y e a r s

MC: I can’t date someone who keeps a lamb as a pet, that’s so weird Sebas, brushing Lotte in front of MC: MC: MC: Okay, I will make an exception because she looks very polite

MC and Sebas, fully aware of the fame some of the men will reach in modern times: We will watch your career with great interest.  (I s2g that’s like half of Sebas’ rt right there I’m crying)

Sebas rt with Lotte be like that 500 dollar Mareep meme: “sometimes a family can be just a boy, his gf, and their 500 dollar two foot tall Lotte”

[nyx-aira]

Hold me just a little bit longer (part 6)

Summary: Things are spiralling more and more out of control. Is love strong enough to hold it together?

A/N: This is my favorite chapter so far. I really had fun writing it and I hope you enjoy it as much as I do.

Tag list: @escapetodreamworld @midnight-lestrange @king-star @nataliahaslosthershit

You've been having a rather uneventful day so far. Getting out of bed you made yourself a cup of tea, reading one of your books and just enjoying your morning. You hadn't talked to Agnes after the strange occurrence yesterday, too tired after you had run through half the city.

Looking up from your book you heard footsteps and saw your girlfriend walking down the stairs, a weird look on her face, almost as if she was surprised to see you.

"Morning Agnes." You said, a little bit salty, not looking up from your book. She owed you an explanation, because clearly something was going on here and you wanted to know why. No excuse, no nothing, you wanted answers.

"Good morning darling." She eyed you warily, clearly aware of your mood. Making her way to the kitchen she poured herself a cup of tea, her eyes never leaving you, she knew something was going on, and she didn't like it.

Sitting down next to you she eyed you questioningly. "Is there something wrong darling?"

Closing your book you turned around, facing her. "How about you tell me?" Opening her mouth to speak you interrupted her, having had enough of her nonsense. "No, no excuses. Something is going on here, strange things are happening and I wanna know what's going on Agnes. Now." Looking at her you saw confusion written all over her face but with all the time you spent together you knew how to read her expression, she was hiding something and you were determined to find out what. "Agnes. What. Is. Going. On?"

Getting more frustrated every second you got up from the couch, pacing through your living room. Growing more agitated as the silence stretched out longer and longer, only your angry footsteps making a sound.

"You know I think I'm gonna head over to Wanda's."

Wipping your head around you looked at her, already halfway out the door.

"Agnes!" You yelled but she ignored you. Clenching your fists you stormed after her, grabbing her arm.

"What is your problem?!" You yelled, not understanding what was going on with your girlfriend, she always told you everything.

"I'm heading over to Wanda's, have a nice day darling." She said, voice monoton, as if she didn't care about what just happened. Prying off your hand she walked away, leaving you fuming on the sidewalk, your blood boiling.

Not wanting to go back inside you decided to go for a walk, trying to calm your thoughts. What was she thinking, going to Wanda's. As if running away from you would fix her problems. No, no, no, no. When she would come back you two would have a talk. Explaining to you what the fuck was going on.

Talking yourself more and more into a fit you realised that this wouldn't get you anywhere. Taking a deep breath you tried to relax, focusing on the scenery instead of your own racing thoughts.

You had been gone for longer than you expected, because when you entered the house nobody was there. You looked around but it was completely silent, well not exactly. The TV was on, some kids show with some monsters. Confused you walked into the kitchen, two more mugs of tea on the counter, cold. You had a strange feeling, the same feeling you had when you were running home yesterday. Peeking into the other rooms you found them empty, a feeling of dread and fear starting to creep you out. Damn it, where was Agnes when you needed her? You just wanted to call out her name when you heard a noise. Whipping your head around you realised it came from the basement. Great, you thought to yourself, that's the start of every horror movie.

Grabbing a knife from the kitchen you made your way downstairs, the dim lights and creepy shadows amplifying your fear. If you thought about it you've never been down here before. Squinting at the dull lights you tried to make out the way, the rooms getting darker and darker the more you moved forward. How big was this basement? You were just contemplating to go up again when you stumbled over something. Cursing as you fell to the floor, scraping your knees in the process. Getting up from the floor you noticed something in the dim light. The floor was covered in strange vines and roots.

Confused you started following them until they led you in some sort of lair. There were stone pillars holding up the ceiling and symbols were carved into the stone, old glass cabinets lining the walls, filled with skulls and bones. Looking up to the ceiling you tried to find out where the vines came from but it was too dark. This whole place was creeping you out, sweat dripping down your back, your hands shaking. Whatever this was you didn't want to stay to find out.

Turning around to leave you came face to face with your girlfriend. You let out a scream, stumbling backwards, dropping the knife, heart racing with fear.

"You weren't supposed to see this."

"A-Agnes?"

"Let's just go back to the living room shall we?"

She offered you her hand, expression blank, a pleading look in her eyes.

Shaking your head you stepped back, determined to get to the bottom of this.

"No Agnes, I need to know what's going on here."

Dropping her head she sighed, sadness in her gaze. When she looked up again her eyes were purple, glowing. With a twist of her hand she slammed the door, locking you inside the room, the vines starting to glow purple, some sort of energy moving through them. You looked around the room and then back to your girlfriend, confusion, shock and fear written all over your face.

"Y-You..y-you..."

"Darling let me explain..." She demanded, stepping closer, reaching for you but you were scared, scared of the woman you thought you loved. Hurt crossed her features as she realised that, taking back her hand.

"Agnes.."

"It's Agatha." She interrupted you, guilt on her face as she saw your face drop.

"What?" You voice was a mere whisper, shocked and hurt by the revelation. She lied to you, you weren't even sure anymore if her love for you was real.

"Please darling let me explain. I know I haven't been honest with you but I can't bear the thought of loosing you. Please."

You saw the pleading look in her eyes, desperate for you to listen but she broke your trust. She lied to you.

"No." You said determined, voice breaking. "I'm sorry but it's over."

"No!"

Grabbing you by the shoulders Agatha slammed you into the wall, pinning you against the stone pillar.

"No!"

She lunged forward, your lips crashing, she kissed you hungrily. Pressing herself against your body, holding you there in an iron grip you were sure you were gonna get bruises from. Shocked and angry at her actions you tried to resist her at first.

But you soon found yourself kissing back, all the anger and rage fueling your kiss you gripped her by the waist, not gently, not caring, just wanting to feel something.

The only thing you cared for was the feeling of her lips on yours. This kiss was different then any of the kisses you shared before. You were both desperate to come out on top, wanting to assert dominance, your rage and bottled up emotions intensifying the feeling, none of you willing to back down.

You felt like your life depended on this, loving and hating the way you reacted to Agathas touch, craving more but also detesting yourself for yearning for her touch.

Grabbing her by the collar of her shirt you deepened the kiss, needing more, not wanting to think anymore, just feel.

This was getting out of control, both of you knew that, neither one making a move to end it.

You felt her grip on your shoulders tighten as you both fought for dominance, feeling her magic pulsing through your body you let out a shocked gasp. Agatha used that chance to take control of your kiss, pressing you further into the wall.

You ignored the hard stone pressing into your back, the hands painfully gripping your shoulders and the fact that you didn't need to break away for air, just wanting to make her feel like her life depended on this, like your life depended on this.

All the secrets and lies, all the anger and rage, betrayal and sadness. Everything felt more intense, more real than ever before. You never ever wanted to feel like that again. Never.

Giving in to the sensation nudging your brain you let Agatha take over, feeling her magic pulse through your body, showing you what she couldn't tell you.

It was madness, letting her take over your mind, it felt like you were one, not knowing where you ended and she started. All you could feel and see was her.

Getting overwhelmed you got pulled back to reality at the feeling of Agatha caressing your cheek.

Pulling away in shock you looked at her. Eyes and hands glowing with magic, a hungry looked on her face. This wasn't Agnes, the nosy neighbour you had met and had fallen in love with. No. This was Agatha, the ruthless, powerful witch, centuries old, malicious and dangerous but you couldn't bring yourself to care.

Pulling her closer once more you crashed your lips into hers. Ignoring the voice in your head telling you that this was wrong.

Yes you had fallen for the villain but wasn't it more fun that way?

[mollymauk-teafleak]

Noise

It was the ever incredible and wonderful @minky-for-short's birthday yesterday so I wrote her this fic! Thanks for being such a good friend and also for coming up with this brilliant Artist AU for Thanatos and Zagreus!

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Thanatos wasn’t used to coming home to a quiet house.

When he was younger, he’d always walked in from school or training classes to the racket of a house full of his siblings. There would always be someone yelling, someone arguing, something crashing to the floor, a handful of brothers and sisters sprinting past. And something inside him would sink under the weight of it.

Even for the size of the house of Nyx, there were very few quiet places, driving Than up onto the roof if he actually wanted some peace after a long day. But then there would be Zagreus, on the good days, sitting beside him and telling some story to cheer him up when he could see Than was tired and getting run down. He was there waving his hands in the air, gesturing wildly as he walked across the spine of the rooftop, eyes bright and wild and full. There was all the life and joy inside him bursting out as noise the way, later in life, it would burst out in his art.

Was it any wonder Than had fallen in love with him? He was the only kind of noise that had filled him up rather than worn him down.

And then he’d moved out but you’d really be surprised how much noise Sleep Incarnate could make when it was just the two of you sharing a cramped dorm room. And when your boyfriend was over half the time, bumping his elbows on everything and playing his guitar very badly as you tried to study, making you laugh, or sketching you as you typed an essay and throwing balls of paper at you when you moved and changed the light.

And you’d smile and you’d realise this was the man you were going to marry.

Now they had their brownstone, perfectly placed between Thanatos’ office and Zag’s studio and there was more noise contained in those walls than the mansion and that little dorm room combined. At first it was music, bright, cheesy music blasting as they unpacked all of those boxes and fit their two lives together for good. It was Zag singing in the shower on a morning, it was Than clattering pots and pans as he recreated his favourite recipes of his mothers, pared down for just the two of them. It was Cerberus barking at the birds on the fire escape or whining and kicking in his sleep, sprawled out across the sofa Than had definitely asked he not be allowed on.

And then Theodora happened. When neither of them had been looking, their bright, beautiful baby girl had come into their lives with one green eye and one gold one and all of her daddy’s spark and her papa’s brains and if Than had thought his life was noisy before, he was a fool.

But his life felt fuller than it ever had.

So when Thanatos walked through the door that evening, he immediately froze, overwhelmed with the sensation that something was very wrong. Because his house was silent.

Frowning, he hung his keys on the hook and shrugged out the heavy black coat he’d been sweating in for the last few days of warm weather. He’d had meetings with potential clients all over the place today and it felt like each one had required at least a block’s worth of walking. Of course he could just have taken the heavy thing off, as Zag often suggested, but he didn’t feel quite right without it. But drowning in sweat or not, he’d sold three of his husband's paintings today and he really felt like it warranted at least a welcome home kiss from said husband, followed by his daughter hauling herself onto her wobbly little baby legs, begging him to pick her up. And any other day, he’d have that wall of noise washing over him, loud and comforting and familiar.

So where were they?

The living room was eerily silent too, Theo’s toys lying in boneless patience for the next time she came along to play with them, the radio normally permanently tuned to Zag’s favourite station voiceless. Than frowned, the sense of disquiet getting a firmer grip on him as he passed through into the kitchen. The pots from breakfast were still in the sink, the dregs of Than’s coffee he’d hurriedly downed on the way to his office now ice cold sludge in the bottom of his favourite mug. Normally he’d be coming home to Zag attempting to cook dinner, it was his job to calmly survey the knife edge of disaster it was balancing on and diplomatically extract his husband from the stove so he could turn it into something edible. It was the thought that counted. But there wasn’t so much as a pot of tea brewing, the normally warm and raucous room cold and still.

Than’s frown deepened and he looked for a note, something to explain they’d gone to the store or the park, Zag often scrawled something on the back of an invitation to the latest gallery showing or letter asking for him to submit some work and stuck it onto the fridge. Thanatos had rescued commission requests worth thousands from the front of their fridge before, still valuable even with a request for eggs and milk scribbled on the back.

But he couldn’t see anything. The fridge only held a now week old reassurance that Zag had picked Theo up from his parents’ and taken her to get ice cream. Not much comfort to Thanatos, his heartbeat now increasing significantly.

Zagreus never left him worrying like this, he knew his husband's anxiety was only ever waiting for the slightest little nudge to topple over into overdrive. Hands starting to tremble now, he groped for his phone in his pocket, unsure whether to first dial Zag, his mother or the National Guard.

Fortunately, he didn’t have to work that out because just as he was about to yank his phone free, he heard a noise from behind the back door, something muffled coming from their tiny little walled garden. Laughter. Two kinds of laughter and he knew both of them well.

Relief settling over him, Than tried not to look like he’d been panicking that much as he pushed the door back and walked into the golden late afternoon sunlight. Their little yard wasn’t much, just a square of concrete tiles, but the borders were overflowing with greenery and flowers in sheer defiance to the lack of soil, all thanks to Than’s mother in law. In was in the sparse shades of these towering grasses and flowering vines that Zag and Theo were giggling. They were both grinning the same crooked grin, both pairs of eyes alight with that same joy.

And they were both covered in paint.

“Good evening,” Than found himself smiling too, before he even really knew why, “And what are we up to exactly?”

If Than was still a little miffed at his lack of a welcome home, it was quickly made up for when both his husband and daughter gave unison cries of delight and rushed towards him.

“Than!”

“Papa!”

Than laughed, bracing himself so he wasn’t completely knocked off his feet by their hugs, wrapping his arms around them. He accepted a lingering kiss from Zag before Theo loudly interrupted it with a retching noise, tugging on the bottom of his coat and demanding his attention.

“You gross!” she declared loudly, “Daddies gross!”

“Oh are we now?” Than chuckled, scooping her up and covering her pudgy little face in kisses until she squealed, “Is this gross?”

“No but your shirt might be going that way,” Zag grimaced apologetically, noticing the paint smearing from Theo onto her papa, “Sorry.”

Than glanced down, eyebrows raising, “Ah. And why exactly is my daughter covered in paint? I know a small amount is normal but this rather looks like she’s been rolling in it.”

Zag’s face brightened, “You’re not far off! I had this incredible idea, you see…”

“One that involved an awful lot of mess?” Than’s smile quirked fondly.

“All my best ideas do,” Zag winked over his shoulder before stepping to one side so Than could see the large roll of paper spread out across the ground.

Already it was filled with multicoloured smears and a few handprints, some footprints too, a cacophony of shape and colour. There were a few in different palettes hanging and drying on the back wall in the sun.

“You see, little Teddy’s going to be my new collaborator!” Zag spread his arms grandly over their work, “She starts them off and she can use whatever she feels like, just really moves with the energy of it all, y’know? Then I come in and tie it all together! She’s a phenomenal abstract artist!”

Than looked over the paintings they’d made together. Part of why he was such a good art dealer and such a good agent for Zagreus was that he found more to love in his work than anyone and he was good at making others see it too as he sold it to them. His love for the man spilled into the art, in the shapes and colours and textures he saw the person he’d loved since he was a kid. It was like Zag’s art spoke a language Thanatos was fluent in.

And looking at this art, the art Zag and their daughter had made together, it took his breath away. It was familiar and it was new all at once, it was bright and joyful as the two of them clashed and flowed together in the paint. If he looked long enough he could start to see what was Theo simply having fun splashing around in the colourful stuff she saw her daddy getting to play with all day and what was Zag fondly stitching her marks into something cohesive, something musical and formed.

And in it Thanatos could see his family. He could see noise.

“What do you think?” Zag’s eager smile had started to dim, his eyes getting a little anxious as he searched his husband’s face, tumbling into a nervous ramble, “I will clean her up, I promise, I put her in clothes she doesn’t love love, y’know? I will get the stains out, I swear and I can wash your shirt too if you want? I’ll use the special stuff that works really good, I mean, you might have to show me how but if there’s instructions I’ll just read those...”

Than took a step closer, careful not to damage the painting, reaching over and putting a hand on his shoulder. As it always did, the touch alone was enough to calm Zag, his nervous stumbling coming to a stop, turning into a self conscious smile.

“Zag, it’s beautiful,” Than murmured gently, moving the hand to brush his cheek affectionately. Fortunately, Theo didn’t deem this unacceptably gross, just pressing her face to Than’s neck and nuzzling contentedly, “It’s really, really beautiful.”

Zag beamed, tilting his head hopefully, “Beautiful enough that you wanna help us make another one?”

Than smiled back, already maneuvering Theo so he could shrug out of his work jacket and let it fall to the floor, Theo giggling and squirming with excitement as she helped him push his sleeves up.

“Well, I’m not a phenomenal abstract artist like you two but it does look like fun…”

The works from this new series would go across the country, thanks to Thanatos. He really was a good agent.

They didn’t sell them, Zag didn’t want them to be sold for money after the initial exhibition. Instead they were donated to art schools and children’s hospital wards and after school clubs. But the one that all three of them had done together, the one with the two sets of bigger handprints in varying shades of red and purple and the flurry of tinier ones, the smudges and smears and bright splashes of eye watering colour, that one stayed firmly where it belonged, hanging in their living room. Over time they would take it down and add to it, especially when they had two more sets of tiny handprints to add to it.

And around it, their house would never, ever be quiet.

[lilmcttens]

Strange Dream

Guys. I had a strange dream. I’m gonna write it down before I forget it. Because it was very vivid and I’m trying to remember important details. Could be an interesting read I’ll classify it as “strange drabble” if enough of you enjoy it Let me know. 

It went something like this… The school of Hexside went on another school trip to some forbidden kind of woods to increase the magic skills of the school. This year the a lot of upperclassman were leading the expedition and they like took a boat on the boiling sea and whatnot to get there. Think like (Hunter if he attended Hexside) Jerbo, Barkus, Viney, Edric, and Emira, and so many others were are in charge. 

Ed & Em were kind of excited to prank all the younger kids including Luz and Co. but as they are getting ready to pull off the “Prank of the Century” out of the blue the school lost sight of the Hexside student Amity Blight. 

Of course, their hearts sink no one can find her. It’s occurred to the two twins as well having a feeling like she’d done this before, but that was scarier because Amity was younger and it was due to their mother. Viney offers to help she allows Em to ride around with her on the Puddles to search the sky’s. Meanwhile Jerbo and Barkus stick to the grounds Barkus is sniffing for her aura and her scent.

Edric is quick to point out. “Ya know if I had a pet  bat maybe we could have more eyes in the skies!” But Viney is quick to shut him down.

“Can it please. The important thing we do now is find your sister. We will all be in so much trouble. We are in charge of them. We’re responsible for what happens.”

Luz, Willow, and Gus, and even Matt joins the search to help Gus and even helping Amity out as a person. However, they all aren’t having much luck either. Constantly they are all shouting her name while King is hiding in Luz’s bag terrified of the camp site they are on and wishes the school had not sent them here. He stowed away in Luz’s bag with Luz’s knowledge that he was in there, but now things are getting scary. 

Tension is high as Principal Bump is beside himself because he’s lost a valuable student. Not only will he get grief from the wealthy family, but He Knows her she loves to learn, she’s bright, she’s helpful, and he’s always been impressed by her knowledge and cunning. All the while cries a tad, but also searches using his abominations to comb through the brush.

Alone and scared Amity is stuck in vines in a murky swamp and she has fallen into the gross waters and trying to stay up and keep afloat but the vines have tangled her!

Luz is the first to spot her and calls out her name! In turn, Willow calls out her name too! Amity shouts back with the little oxygen she has left in her lungs. Gus works very hard breaking a stick to hold out to the water for her to grab! Matt holds his waist trying to make sure he doesn’t fall in. Amity grabs onto it, but co. falls in all struggling but not nearly as bad as the Blight child.

Hark! The older teenagers shout out that they see them! Ed and Em riding on Puddles slapping each other playfully for control. VIney hits their heads together. They see the kids and all leap into action! Jerbo lifts Matt out of the water by his hood. 

He helps lift Willow and Gus out of the water! Edric runs into the water and retrieves Luz. All of the younger teens gasping for air. Barkus drags King by his collar free from the gunk. The abominations start sacrificing themselves to make a path.

 Viney shouts all scared.

“Ami is tangled up in vines she cannot swim!”

Emira says “Show me where Amity is!”

Willow recovers from coughing and says. “Yes please. I’ll go too!”

They together all dive down with Viney. Viney uses a witch’s knife to cut the vines off of her. Emira also uses a pocket knife to cut some vines off. Willow is commanding a majority of the vines to release her friend with her plant magic.

King, Barkus, and Edric and the rest of the students watch from above. 

“What is taking so long?” Luz cries. King trembles. “Oh Amity come up..” he is terrified. Together kids manage to release the Blight from her confines and she comes up violently gasping for air! Her clothes are kind of tattered and somewhat very ripped.

Now Everyone starts to calms down when they get back to the campsite. Amity explains she was trying to get away from all the chaos and wound up lost when everyone disappeared. Without the buddy system to which Bump scolds her for, but seeing her safe she’s not in huge trouble.

However ,she can’t get off the hook from her brother and sister who are not allowing her to get up. The trembling twins can’t bring themselves to let go of her. Sighing they have protectively begin sitting side by side at her and holding her hands by the fire throughout the rest of the evening.

King asks. “Amity you gonna be okay?” She nods and sighs wrapping a blanket around her. “I’ll be fine. I’m just wet.” She complains. “Sorry for all the trouble I caused. I guess that wasn’t much help finding the magical creatures after all.”

Viney shakes her head “No.” to this. “Aww don’t talk that way little one just stay there and rest until you feel better.”

In a moment of desperation Edric and Emira make a tent change. They politely ask Bump if Amity can stay with them in their tent.  The twins had planned to all be separated, . . . but now! Now they were too scared to let Amity out of their sight! He nods and agrees smiling warmly at the Blights after all that’s happened. It was not a bad idea because now that everything is alright and well he should allow them to it. Principle Bump may not always see eye to eye with the older Blights, but at least he knows how much family is very important.

Luz gives Amity a hug and kiss, Willow and Gus join in on the hug. Matt smiles relieved his classmate is okay. She is a little miffed that her siblings did this. Then the younger girl is protesting she why she can’t be in a tent with her friends. She is very mouthy about this but losing energy fast. Her older brother and sister just pick her up together while she’s about to fall asleep whining for the night. 

“No. No. Let me go. I’m not tired.” 

“Glad you’re safe, kiddo.” They both say. 

[whoknowsbud]

Stand Mutation AU

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

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

(Which is now here!)

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

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

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

Part 3

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Forever is just Strength. Green ship with orangutang face.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Cameo... genie?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Part 5

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Pesci has a fishing pole arm I guess...

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

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

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

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

Squalo... Sharkboy

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

Secco... mud? Mudman?

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

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

[captainficspace]

Included- Ben’s Day

Fandom: The Umbrella Academy 

Characters: The Hargreeves Bros

A/N: There’s not enough fics with the guys being bros. And Ben is a ray of sunshine and deserves the world.  

     Because the 60s had no internet, Klaus and Ben were determined to make up for lost time the best way they knew how. They set aside a lazy Saturday morning for  watching hours-long Vine compilations, even though they still knew just about every one by heart. They took the task upon them this time to assign every clip to one of their siblings, which only made the videos even funnier.

“Diego is the toddler running with the knife and mom is the one going ‘NO!’” Klaus said. Ben snickered. He was pretty sure there were moments in the house that were damn near identical to that clip.

“Absolutely.”

“The girl with the awful glitter eyeshadow is Allison.”

“That’s you.”

“Hurtful.” Klaus couldn’t exactly tell him he was wrong, exactly.

Just as they were going to debate whether or not a clip of a Chihuahua trying and failing to run up the stairs truly matched Five’s energy, a scream interrupted their trains of thought.

 “Again?” Diego and Five were locked in some battle that had been going on-and-off all week, starting when Five deciding to launch a near-lethal tickle attack on Number Two.  There were several sets of footsteps now clattering around upstairs, each getting closer to landing until one stopped altogether.

“Five must have gotten away.”  Klaus mused.

Another stopped.

 “Incoming in three, two…” Diego dropped from over the edge of the bannister, sticking the landing on the living room floor.

“You could have just used the stairs.” Ben said, before realizing Diego couldn’t hear him. It would have taken all of three seconds, but his dramatic entrance didn’t mean a thing because whoever he was pursuing was nowhere to be found.

“Five’s not here?”

“Nope. What’s the occasion?” Klaus asked, as if he was unaware that the two of them had been acting like complete children for the past four days.

“He knows what he did.”

Five materialized at the top of the stairs, staring down at the TV. He watched for a second, a faint smile crossing his face.

“The one with the guys yelling at the duck reminds me of you and Ben.” And he was off down the hall once more, Diego tearing up the stairs after him.

It took about thirty more seconds before shrieks were heard. The screeching went from muffled threats of violence, to jagged streams of profanity, to high-pitched cackling, occasionally broken up with screams. Everyone could depend on the stages of Five’s laughter like clockwork.

“It sounds like he’s getting him good.” Klaus went to turn up the volume, but realized Ben was listening closely, a wistful grin on his face.

“It hasn’t changed.”

“You miss it, don’t you?” He gently poked Ben in the side and he squirmed, biting back a smile. They had all been ruthless with him as kids. He was too fun not to. All of the siblings would pile on him or hold him down and tickle him silly until his laughter went silent, only letting out squeaks mixed with hiccups.

“You literally torture me every spare second you have.”

“Liar.”  More screeching came from upstairs. Diego must have found that sweet spot on the back of Five’s knees.

“We could go watch. Get some blackmail material.”

“…you want in, don’t you?” Ben refused to meet his eyes, trying to act invested in the Vines again and not the fun going on in the other room.

“Oh, look it’s the ‘Welcome to Chili’s’ guy. If that’s not you, I don’t know what is.”

“Do you want a visitation?” They hadn’t done it much at all since they had gotten back. Getting trust back was hard enough and it was such an awkward time of wordless apologies that even talking about possession again seemed much too soon for the longest time. But when Ben was having one of his down days, a few hours in a tangible, living body seemed like the least Klaus could give. Being able to walk in the rain or visit the farmer’s market or hug his brothers and sisters was such a gift.

“Won’t it be weird to jump in like that?”

“I let you take over at movie night that one time and you picked out- without me, for your information-“ Any claims got caught off by a new surge of hysterics coming from upstairs. Klaus noticed how Ben’s eyes lit up at the sound.

 “Just go. Have fun.” He hopped up and got into the proper stance for Ben to take over, giving him a wink.  Nine times out of ten, Klaus would be doing the same, eager to finally make some better memories.  Ben got up as well, Klaus not having to tell him twice as he took a few steps back to get a running start and threw himself into Klaus’ body.

The body shuddered as Ben took over, and he caught his footing with a lurch. Back inside. Everything came as a shock at first. It did every time, feeling a little like coming out of a dream. The dream was real enough, of course, but not as real as being truly present. Except unlike previous “visitations” where Klaus would let him take over in the garden or on the street, he knew exactly what he wanted to do.

He felt downright giddy racing up the stairs, following the laughter down the hall and around the corner where Diego had Five pinned to floor of his room, holding him down with one hand and digging into his ribs with the other. The smaller brother cackled and writhed, kicking uselessly as his cheeks grew red.

Ben wished he knew how to announce himself, for all they knew, it was Klaus standing in the doorway in such an awkward, uncharacteristic manner.

“Klaus! Help!” Five gasped out, desperate enough to call for backup, but not yet desperate enough to beg Diego for mercy.

“Oh, I’ll help. But Klaus isn’t home at the moment…”  Diego slowed his assault, still firmly holding Five to the floor. His eyes lit up and Ben felt his chest grow warm seeing the excitement clearly written across his face.

 “Ben?”  He nodded, so happy he couldn’t think of anything else to say.

“By all means-“ Diego gestured towards their squirming brother still pinned to the floor. As fun as that sounded, Ben had a promise to keep to Five. He lunged for Diego instead, taking him from his kneeling position to flat on his back.

“You traitor!” Before Ben could launch his attack, Diego grabbed him by the shoulders and reversed their positions. As kids, they were an equal match for each other, down to their deathly ticklish tummies. They could go wrestle for what seemed like hours, arms locked, until they both went for the risky move of attacking the other’s worst spots at the same time and would end up screaming with laughter. Now, not so much. Damn Klaus and his noodle limbs. Ben was now finding himself in the exact same way he had walked in on Five, now the two were staring over him, an especially devious smirk on Diego’s face.

 “You think it’s gonna be that easy huh?” Ben was already giggling. He never could pull it together when he knew he had gotten himself backed into a corner. He blamed the anticipation; he hadn’t been tickled in this body yet. Who knew what that would even feel like?

 Five, who had been trying to scowl at Diego as he caught his breath, suddenly grinned. “That’s not how Klaus laughs at all.” Even when Ben was reaching his absolute limits, his laugh stayed bubbly and sweet. Klaus cackled like a witch and would wind up hoarse after a tickle fight or a good story. Hearing Ben’s breathless, squeaky laugh coming from Klaus’ voice and body was jarring, but strangely adorable and endearing.

“You’re right. Good lord, it really is you, huh?” Ben tried to answer, but Diego started to squeeze at his sides and he couldn’t even begin to hold his laughter in.

“I think you should prove it again.” Five said, smugness dripping from his voice.

“I-I got youhou out of this mess and-“ He yelped, trying to get his arms out of Diego’s grip so he could cover his face. The feeling was nearly driving him out of his skin. He could feel everything. There was the feeling of being pinned down by hands he couldn’t phase through and the feeling of the carpet beneath him as he squirmed and the awful, awful feeling of Diego skitter his fingertips across the surface of his belly. Klaus had been wearing a crop top when Ben took over and that made everything so much worse.  

  “So if you laugh like Ben, I bet you’re…sensitive in all the places he is too.” He giggled all the more at the fact Diego still couldn’t say the word, even when he was in the rare place of power for once.

“What’s happening?”  Luther appeared in the doorway, no doubt intrigued by the latest battle in Diego and Five’s ongoing saga. Apparently Klaus was involved in things now? Maybe they had settled their differences and picked a mutual foe. Five wasn’t above joining in a one-sided tickle fight, content to poke away at Ben’s ribs.

“Ben’s visiting for a bit and already got himself into trouble.” Diego announced. Luther took it as an invitation to join them, switching places with Diego to properly hold Ben’s arms down so there were four hands on him. .

“Good to see you again.” Ben couldn’t even get a response out, only able to shake his head and squeeze his eyes shut as tears pricked at his eyes. Somehow, his tickle spots had made the journey with him into Klaus’ body, and his brothers exactly remembered just how to attack his ribs and belly.

 He was gasping for breath now? When was the last time he had felt breathless? Klaus tickled him all the time and even though he used “I can’t breathe” as a reason for him to stop, it was more because he was reaching his limit that anything else. He couldn’t even pay attention to the ways his siblings were teasing him or how way his laughter was ringing in his ears. He couldn’t begin to get past feeling. There were so many other parts of these interactions he forgot about. Blushing was one because for the first time everyone could see him. The ways his sides were beginning to ache was another. The way it felt to be manhandled in all its playful roughness and to laugh with complete abandon. It was something that felt so alien, but also like coming home.

“Do you remember the claw monster?” Five asked, flexing his fingers and vibrating them into Ben’s ribs.

“He remembers being a squeaky toy, that’s for sure.” Diego added, prodding up and down his sides, just to prove his point. Ben’s laugh was full of little squeals and squeaks; and to everyone’s delight, he hadn’t outgrown it.

“And that spot right around his portal. He screamed so loud that one time.” Luther said, thinking back to when they were younger and would “inspect” the port “just in case” and tickle around and around the edges until he cried laughing.

“If I recall, there was something that used to drive him wild.” Diego said, circling back to Ben’s exposed belly, leaning in close and taking a deep breath before blowing hard.

“NO!”

And it was too much.

He didn’t mean to leave Klaus’ body, but there was something about Diego’s scruff making contact with his stomach that had launched him out of the physical plane.

The others didn’t see Ben leave, but they saw how Klaus’ body shuddered and they all pulled back at once.

“Did…did he just?” Luther asked, biting back his own laughter.

“What-what happened?” Klaus was back in control but still trying to put back the pieces of how he got there. How did he end up on the floor? Why was his heart racing? He felt like he just did 20 sets of sit-ups while holding his breath.  When he looked over to Ben for an answer, he refused to say a word, hiding his face in his hands.

 “Apparently he’s still just as ticklish as we remember.”

“His soul actually left your body.” Five said, giggling.

 “You fucking tickle-exorcised Ben. I don’t believe it.” He tipped his head back and let out a wheeze of laughter. In the corner of his eye, Ben flipped him off, cheeks darkening. Klaus didn’t tell the others, but he was still giggling. He didn’t need a body to feel safe and appreciated, exhausted and content. The visitation had helped, but when Klaus’ hands glowed blue and everyone could see him for a second as he squeaked and hiccupped, all he could see was fondness on his brothers’ faces. They hadn’t forgotten how to make him feel included and happy. Ben hadn’t forgotten he was loved.

[bella-spil]

Halloween

Summary: you and the avengers spend Halloween together.

Characters: Y/N (your name), Bucky, Loki, Thor, Tony, Steve, Sam, Natasha, Clint, Vision, Wanda, Peter, Shuri.

Warnings: cursing, tbh thats it.  VINE REFERENCES

Word Count: 2.4

A/N: hi.. I’m sry I haven’t written in a while.  School has been killing my creativity.  This is gonna be more of a miniseries, more like 2-3 parts.  It’s prob not gonna get much attention, but if you like it, just comment or re blog bc it helps my confidence with posting stuff on here.  This is also inspired by a meme I saw (Ill post it at the bottom of the story) and a video with Anthony Mackie and Chris Evans (link) Masterlist is here

Tag List: @sea040561 @wednesday-add-em @kmuir1 (lmk if you wanna join)

Halloween was a week away.  Tony being Tony, already paid for the decorations for the tower, so basically all of the floors look like a haunted house.  Rolls of toilet paper stretched across arches in the hallways, tiny spiders were all over furniture, bones and eyes and zombies and witches and everything in between that you could possibly think of was in the tower.  The tower looked like a zombie on steroids; creepy yet entertaining at the same time.  

Everyone was fine with the decorations, but the costumes were a big issue.  Steve and Tony kept arguing over the ideas, both of them wanting to do group costumes.  Everyone else had their ideas too, but Tony and Steve were at each other's throats for the past couple weeks, since like August.  Your room in the tower was right by the meeting office, so hearing the two of them screaming at each other for the most stupid shit was driving you insane.  Once it got to the point where you had to yell at them to shut up.  

This morning, a week before Halloween, while everyone was there, you cleared your throat while you heard Steve and Tony bickering.

“Guys this is getting to be too much.  We need to have a meeting to discuss these fucken costumes.” you said.

“Yeah this is getting out of control,” Nat agreed.

“Guys, cmon, you have to agree with me.  All of us having Iron Man suits would be awesome.  We could fly around the city all night and have so much fun!” Tony said.

“Tony, stop.  All of us being soldiers is better.”  Steve countered.

“STOP!” Clint groaned.  “You guys are insane.  We need to discuss this as a group.”

Tony and Steve sat across from each other, glaring at each other.  Death was looming between them.  

“Fine,” Tony sighed.  “When and where?”

“The office, 2pm,” Nat said.  “And everyone has to show up, that means you too Bucky.”

Bucky groaned from the other side of the room.  He hated group discussions, he liked working alone better.  Said that it was faster to be alone and you didn’t have to worry as much.

~~~

2pm finally rolled by.  Everyone has showed up in the big office, one that seemed a little too big.  Everyone was tired of the bickering and had showed up, thankfully.  

Tony, Steve, Natasha, Clint, Thor, Bucky, Sam, Peter P, Shuri, Wanda, Vision, Loki and you were crowded around the table.  Tony was standing at the end with a whiteboard, prepared to write down ideas.

“So guys, what do you want to do?” Tony said.

“What about we dress up as famous Star Wars characters?” Sam suggested.

“Nah, Steve isn’t going to know who Yoda is.  That’s a must if we do Star Wars.” Tony said.

“Devils and Angels?” Wanda said.

“Not original,” Steve said.

“What about we just wear each other’s costumes?” Thor suggested.

“You really think you are gonna wear my wings?” Sam said, a hint of annoyance in his voice that made you and Bucky snicker.

“I don’t think any of you guys want to wear a leather catsuit,” Nat said.

“We could dress up as famous vines,” Shuri offered, smirking at you and Peter.  

The three of you quoted vines daily and the rest of the team never knew what you guys meant, which made it even more fun.  Eventually, Sam, Bucky and Clint started learning vines with you because they kept saying things which you guys followed up with vine references.  The frustration got to the three men and they started to learn with you, but they weren’t nearly as attentive as you, Shuri and Peter.

“What’s a vine?” Steve asked.

“Vine was a website created in 2012, officially released in 2013.  It was ultimately shut down in 2016.  Vine was a website where users would create short videos an-” Vision said.

“Vis, I don’t think they want a whole essay,” Wanda said, seeing the reactions of the other Avengers.  Sam had started to fake snore, Loki was muttering something to Peter about knifes, and Shuri was about to watch vines, from what you could tell.  

“It’s this app filled with people saying and doing stupid things for attention,” Nat sighed.

“IT IS NOT STUPID!  VINE WAS LEGENDARY!!”  Shuri shouted.

“YOU WOULD DO THINGS FOR THE VINE, YOU UNCULTURED SWINE!!” you shrieked.

“EDUCATE YO SELF!” Clint shouted, right in Natasha’s ear.  Doing that earned him a hard punch in the back of the head.

“Well I don’t have all day so we need something,” Tony groaned, hitting his expo marker against the whiteboard.

You and everyone else was trying to come up with ideas when all the sudden, quiet Peter Parker, who was pretty much the baby of the tower, spoke up.

“Mr. Frost Giant, God sir?” Peter asked.

“Loki,” Loki sighed, pleasantly shocked.

“So, you have ice powers right?” Peter continued.

“Yes, I am an ice giant,” Loki said.

“You should be Elsa for Halloween,” Peter gasped.

Then, out of nowhere, Clint jumped up, looking like he had 5 monster energy drinks and 10 packs of warheads.

“I’LL BE MERIDA!!!” he screamed.

“I must assume that I am going to portray Elsa then,” Thor said, with a smile on his face.

“So...we are doing Disney princesses?” Tony asked, slightly confused.

“Looks like it,” Bucky said.

“Who the fuck am I gonna be?” Shuri asked.

“Language.” Steve said.

You and Shuri looked at each other for a moment and with a slight nod of your head, you were both in a song.

“FUCK SHIT PUSSY ASS!!!” you and Shuri sang.

“MOTHERFUC-” Peter started to continue, but Tony just slapped his hand over Peter’s mouth.  Tony swore that Peter wasn’t like a son to him, but this didn’t help his situation.

Steve was turning ad red as a tomato in his seat, not being able to process all the dirty words that escaped yours and Shuri’s mouths.

“Ok, who are all the Disney Princesses?” Tony asked, frustration in his voice as he looked down at Peter.  Tony gave him a look, one that said “Stop this shit or you get your suit taken away for two weeks” and once Peter nodded his head slightly, Tony removed his hand.

Vision started to list a bunch of them off, even some of the ones that aren’t considered princesses, like Megara, Alice and Jane.  Once Tony had a list of all the princesses, he started to write of all the avengers, making lines to match them up with their character.  

“Ok, who wants to find their Disney princess counterpart first?” Tony asked.

“Me, I already asked before,” Shuri said rolling her eyes.

“Well I mean you already are a princess.” you said.

“Oh,” Shuri said. “I don’t have to dress up then.  Haha.  You can cross my name off, Tony.”

Tony sighed and rolled his eyes, while taking her name off.

“Next?” he sighed.

“What about me?” Steve asked.

“Oh this is gonna be interesting.” Sam grinned.

“Snow White.” Bucky said, without even hesitating.

“Wait why?” you asked.

“Ohhhhh, I think I see why,” Wanda smirked.

“Continue Barnes,” Natasha said.

“First of all, Snow White was the very first princess to come out.  She came out in the thirties or forties.  She’s the oldest.  Steve was the first avenger and he is the oldest.”  Bucky said.

“Bucky, you are a couple months older than me.” Steve countered.

“Second,” Bucky continued, ignoring his friend completely.  “She is like the most gullible and is surrounded by followers.  Snow White was like living with seven dwarfs.  And she was underage and just lived with them. Steve here, was the leader of the Howling Commandos.  And I was in that group, so I had to endure him and his stupid ass decisions, but I couldn’t elect to ignore it.”

“That’s offensive,” Steve said.

“That's the point,” Bucky said.  

“Ok so Steve is Snow White.”  Tony declared, making a line between Snow White and Steve on the whiteboard.  “NEXTT!”

“Me,” said the super secret Russian spy.

“Hmm..” you thought.

“Megara,” said Clint.

“Oh that's a good one,” Sam agreed.

“Who is Megara?” Steve asked.

“She is an attractive Greek lady that Hercules, the son of Zeus, who is the King of the Greek Gods, falls in love with.” Thor explained.

“Thor, how do you of all people know that?” Shuri asked.  “Shouldn’t Vision know all of these things?”

“M’lady, I am formally educated in Disney movies by the request of Peter Parker, also known as ‘The One and Only Friendly Neighborhood Spiderman’.” Thor explained.

“Kid, you make Thor, the God of Thunder, sit through Sleeping Beauty?” Tony asked, shocked.

“My dear man of Iron, Sleeping beauty was quite relaxing.  That Prince Philip, that amazing man, demonstrated quite intellectually advanced ways to use a sword.  Ways that I can use Storm-breaker effectively in battle.” Thor smiled.

Tony and Sam shared a look of disgust with a combination of interest and concern.

“Thor, I don’t think you can learn fighting tactics from a cart-” Vision started.

“I need to watch the movies again,” Clint and Bucky muttered under their breaths.

“No she should be Mulan,” Wanda said.  “Mulan is determined and strong.  Megara just messed with the God of Death.”

“I mess with death all the time,” Natasha countered.

“I should be Megara.” Bucky stated.

“Because you almost died?” Steve asked.

“Because your soul is dark and empty?” Sam asked.

“Yes and no.  My hair is long, not as long as her’s but I can make it work.  Hair extensions.  She plays with Hercules’ emotions.  She is also strong and independent.  Like me.” Bucky explained.

“That settles it.  Bucky is Megara and Natasha is Mulan.”  Tony said, making lines between the two avengers and their princesses.  

“nEXXttT!” Tony shouted.

“Me me me!” Wanda said happily.

“Yes Mr. Stark I would like to go as well.” Vision added.

“Wanda would make the perfect Moana.” Thor said.  “Moana and Wanda both demonstrate very strong emotions, which affect their abilities regarding their powers and limits and they care deeply about the people that mean the most to them.”

He nudged Loki in the shoulder to try to get him more involved in the meeting.  Loki was just throwing his knives up in the air, and Peter was getting very interested, and getting dangerously close to the God of Mischief.  Tony was eyeing the two of them very, very carefully.

“Yeah, yeah sure,” Loki sighed, just going along with Thor or the sake of it.

“Who would Vision be then?” Sam asked.

“He could be the dead grandma,” Clint suggested.

“Yeah, that one that turned into the manta ray.” Nat agreed.

“It’s settled.  Moana and Dead Grandma Ray.” Tony said, making the lines once again.  He had to add “dead grandma” to the board for Vision’s sake.

“NeXXXXXtttT!!” he shrieked.

“Tony, you should be Belle,” Natasha said.

“Yeah.  I mean, they both fall in love and save the people that mean the most to them, even if it means putting their own life at risk.” Steve agreed.

“And they are both really smart.” Peter added.

“Peter, you just had to say that and I would have been on board.  Now I had to listen to Steve and Natasha for a minute.” Tony groaned as he drew a line between his name and Belle’s.

“Thanks Tony,” Steve said sarcastically.

“Your welcome, Capsicle.” Tony gleamed back.

“Sam should be Cinderella.” Bucky said.

“OMG that works!!” Shuri exclaimed.

“Yeah..” Sam realized.  “I’m Cinderella ‘cause she broke, homie.”

“Yeah,” Steve said, smiling from ear to ear, looking back at Sam.

“She represent me, yooo,” Sam said.  Then he looked over at Steve and said, “Lemme borrow twenty dollas.”

By this point, Steve couldn’t hold in the laughter and almost fell out of his chair.  And Sam, being as he called it “Steve’s best friend, better than Bucky,” saved Steve from collapsing on to the floor.

“Steve is the cinder princess.  Deal with it.” Tony declared, adding another line.

“NeeXXttTTT!” Tony screamed.

“Now, all that’s left is Peter and Y/N,” Wanda said, eyeing you two.

“Peter should be Rapunzel.  Before they face the real world, they are both innocent, but then when they see what the world is really like, it changes them.” Thor said, analyzing the similarities between the princess and the superhero.

“Jesus Christ, why is Point break actually really on point?” Tony asked.

“My dear Stalk of corn, I am educated like I told you earlier.  Insect man has really helped me tap into my inner child and all of the pain my demon brother made me endure.” Thor said.

“Spiderman,” Peter mumbled.

“I take that as a complement.” Loki stated, out of the blue.

“Rapunzel is Parker.” Tony declared.

“Last but not least, Y/N.” Steve said.

Now, it took everyone a while to come up with a princess for you.  You didn’t fit the exact mold or looks of a certain princess, so it was definitely harder.

“What about Alice?” Sam said/

“Why the fuck would she be Alice?” Bucky asked.

“Because Alice in Wonderland is supposed to portray the effects of drugs.” Sam explained.

“So your saying that I act like a drug addict?” you asked.

“NO!” Sam shouted.

“Sam, drop it before you dig your own grave.” Steve said.

“What about Jasmine?” offered Wanda.  “You have a very free spirit like her, and she’s your favorite princess.”

“Yeah sure, that sounds fine.” you agreed.

“Y/N is Jasmine!  dOOONNEe!” Tony shouted with relief.

“WAIT I CHANGED MY MIND!” Shuri shrieked.  “I WANNA BE A PRINCESS.  I WANNA BE TIANA SHE IS AN ABSOLUTE BADASS!”

“FINE!” Tony shouted back.  “NOW WE ARE DONE.  EVERYONE HAPPY?”

Everyone in the room, not wanting to disagree with a hot-headed Tony, looked around at each other and slowly nodded their heads.

“Great!” Tony smiled, a complete change in moods.  “Tomorrow we are going to Party City to get our costumes.  Everyone in this room has to come so we can get the wigs and dresses and makeup.  No skipping out.  That includes you Clint, Bucky and Loki.”

The three men who were called out rolled their heads and sighed.  But they agreed to go.  To Tony’s happiness.

“Great.  Meeting finished.  Pepper wants me for something.  Probably for the party.  Nobody try to call me or you will be met with an ear rape of AC/DC.” Tony said, putting on his glasses and promptly leaving the room in Stark fashion.  Everyone eventually left the room, you being lost in your thoughts.  

“You coming, doll?” Bucky asked, seeing you were still sitting in the room.

“Ya, I’ll be out in a second.” you said.  

“Alright, you, me and Clint are doing a Disney marathon for fighting tactics.  Don’t be late or you because we are gonna eat all the food.  I don’t wanna hear you complain.” Bucky said, walking out the door with a lazy drag of his legs.

Now, relief filled your body.  Now you wouldn’t have to hear arguing about costumes!  And they actually agreed to costumes, shockingly.  Now you just couldn’t wait to go to Party City and endure all the chaos.  And then, you left the room to watch Disney movies again, for fighting tactics.  

Oh, the chaos that awaits.  

[calebfms]

❛ ✶ ( SHAWN MENDES , CIS MAN , HE/HIM )  —  did you see CALEB WALSH around the house this morning ? i've heard some things about the TWENTY year old YOUTUBER . from what i know , they are worth SEVEN MILLION . they have been living in the house for 2 YEARS & they come across as + SOCIABLE but also - UNRELIABLE , which makes sense because on their instagram ( @CALEBWALSH ) it says they are a LIBRA . i usually hear KIDS by MGMT playing from their bedroom. they remind me of A GRIN AS SHARP AS A KNIFE, TRYING TO LIVE UP TO OTHER PEOPLE’S EXPECTATIONS, GOING TO PARTIES, ALWAYS OFFERING A HELPING HAND . ✶

BASICS. 

full name: caleb asher walsh

birthdate: october 11, 1999

birthplace: essex, connecticut

biological parents: richard walsh (father), helen walsh (mother)

siblings: emma walsh (younger sister), dalton walsh (older brother)

nationality: american

sexual orientation: heterosexual

occupation: youtuber/vlogger, social media influencer

current location: los angeles, california

BACKGROUND. 

( trigger warnings: neglect, cheating, bullying )

born and raised in a small town in connecticut, caleb walsh grew up in a middle-class family of five.

for the most part, he had a pretty normal childhood but being the middle child meant his parents paid him the least amount of attention. he didn’t have the best relationship with his parents and was deemed the ‘troublemaker’ of the family. 

he’s not proud of who he was in high school. he got cheated on during his sophomore year and that heartbreak on top of his parents’ neglect just led to a downward spiral. caleb put on a tough guy exterior and ultimately became the school bully. 

towards the end of his senior year, when his bullying was at its peak, one of his victims had enough and dropped out. this was a kid that had a bright future ahead of him but caleb basically ruined his life. the kid dropping out was sort of a wake-up call for caleb and he finally realized the impact his actions and words had on people. he was determined to change himself for the better. 

he quickly picked up a love for vlogging. in the beginning, he was just filming his day-to-day life. but with a desire to mend his relationship with his family, he started including them in his vlogs and spending more time with them. as he grew closer to his parents and siblings, he changed for the better — more positive, more caring, more understanding, just an overall happier person. 

he decided college wasn’t for him and had a long talk with his parents about a lot of things. at this time, his channel began to take off so he wanted to pursue his youtube career and that’s how he ended up moving to los angeles. 

PRESENT-DAY. 

his youtube channel has grown A LOT and he currently has 18 million subscribers and over 7 billion views in total

his videos are v chaotic energy and he’ll do a lot of crazy sh*t for content or ask the people in his video to do something wild for views ... basically a “do it for the vine!” kinda guy. 

he also has some really wholesome content where he’ll surprise friends and strangers with gifts/money - think david dobrik ( his career claim )

part of the reason he does this is because of his guilty conscience and to this day, he still feels bad about the kid who dropped out because of him

but he’s really liking the person he’s become and he knows he’s come a long way since his high school days 

he loves it here and he’s just a young kid living his best life, having a good time wherever he goes, whoever he’s with, whether that’s going to the beach with his friends or partying it up with strangers

PERSONALITY.

( + ) sociable, endearing, easygoing, understanding, great listener

he’s a really sociable kid, and the fact that he’s extroverted and endearing means he always knows the right things to say

super easygoing and easy to get along with ... usually down to make new friends/grow his social circle

he’s also really understanding, which makes him a great listener because he’ll be there for you if you ever need to rant he’s more than willing to offer you advice if you ask for it

( - ) people pleaser, fake, manipulative, indecisive, unreliable 

he is constantly trying to please everyone so he can come off as a bit fake at times 

he can’t be trusted because he’ll say one thing to one person and something else to another ... he just talks too much and never knows when to shut up tbh 

he tends to change the narrative based on what he thinks the other person wants to hear, making him a little manipulative

he constantly has his plate full, so he can be indecisive and unreliable. he’s vulnerable to giving too much of himself to people that it makes him prone to letting others dictate his thinking and decisions 

[beacon-sanctuary]

Chapter 1: Let’s Start Off School With a Shadow Fight

Introduction, Ch.2

Note from Headmaster Ortiz: No student or faculty was harmed in this event, please do not sue us, thank you

       Soaring in the sky sits a behemoth of a vessel, it’s sleek, bronze metallic wings rake against the clouds while its pointed nose thrusts forward.  Propelled by its ringed tail the airship makes its way towards a coastal fortress and university.  It’s towering scarred walls topped with snow while within its fortification sits a number of sprawling buildings, each ranging from dusty ancient to sparkling present.  Though once more returning to the vessel sits an excited person in a grey cloak. Bouncing and nearly jittering in their cushioned seat as they and many others gaze at the approaching settlement.  This androgynous cloaked individual was rather short, hardly reaching five feet and surrounded by a number of taller and increasingly varied passengers.  Some looked like regular humans, while others looked as if they were elements personified.  People made of plants, clouds, fire, and even space dotted about the humans around them.

But this peaceful ride was briefly stopped thanks to large thump which shook the vessel, though before long two shots rang out like thunder overhead.  Silencing the chatter in the hull as a static screech echoed from the intercom.

“Alright ya Lil’ twerps, whoever’s scared, or thinkin’ of anything worrisome, calm the heck down!” A gravelly voice grunted, “ ain’t tryin’ to have a war this close to the academy, so whoever ya are-hug somebody or somethin’!”  said the annoyed captain who grumbled something like you, Yella-belly kids, today before turning off the mic.  

     And right after that, the storm of chatter returned, as the grey cloaked individual hand snaked around a cool, galaxy patterned die.  Fondling it in their tawny hand as they slightly winced at all the noise, but still, despite all this, they still looked on with excitement as they now began their descent.  With a whine in its gears, the ship landed among a cleared out space, folding its wings into its frame as a ramp eases down.  And in a flash, the cloaked individual rushed to exit the ship but before they reached the ramp they were cut off by a boy in a jade Oni mask, stopping in their tracks as they gave a small chuckle and apologized.

“Hehe, Whoops-sorry about that, got excited, Oh! Right, the name’s Eir by the way what’s yours?”

      The boy in return only gave them a tsk, walking down the ramp, with one long rat tail flopping every way, in fact, it nearly struck Eir in the face.  Eir, now squinting in confusion and annoyance was about to give him a piece of their mind but was quickly silenced by the now shoving crowd behind them.  Now, as everyone has finally gotten off the airship, the group of teenagers now found themselves staring up at a towering, barrel-chested man who’s brown overcoat was nearly too small for his arms.  His light brown face has a jovial smile, beaming with joy among his brown-grey bush that was his beard.  And honestly, he looked messy, hair and beard were disheveled, didn’t tuck in his dress shirt, pants were too baggy, etc etc.  Fists on his hips the headmaster drew in a large breath and said,

“Welcome to The Academy future Beacons of the world,!”  he boomed to everyone’s bewilderment “Bully on you for keeping up to good fight, I hope you will enjoy your time here with fondness and memories that shall last to the end of your days!  I am headmaster Micah Ortiz! Headmaster Izusa is in the main building now, making the final preparations for your innagura-”  Seeing a tawny hand raised he paused before saying  “ah yes child, do you have a question?” he yelled at a shocked and blinking Eir.

“Uhh, Headmaster, can ya tone it down a bit, I don’t think my ears can take it” they pleaded to the now confused headmaster.

“Nonsense child, this is my inside voice! Hahaha, but if you prefer, I’ll try and lower myself to a whisper!”  Which in his case was normal talking volume, as in Eir’s mind they had a newfound fear, what the heck is his outside voice then? “Now as I was saying, your inauguration is just in front of you, now then,”  with two claps of his hands a row of floating blue flames made a path forward, leading the group towards their destination.  And as they began their march forward, Eir with stars in their eyes excitedly bounded towards the headmaster.

“Oh! Headmaster, can you do magic?!” they asked excitedly to a hearty chuckle

“Hahaha, no I’m afraid, I’m a human as well my child, I only activated the trigger, now Izusa, she is indeed a magi, so be on the look for her, if she, shows herself that is” he spoke less enthusiastically at the last part. To this answer, Eir groaned disappointingly but immediately perked up into a bit of confusion at the last statement, shrugging and just assuming the headmaster was being weird again they continued the march as the Headmaster continued to talk, almost as if he needed no air with how long he went on.  But finally, they reached the main building, it seemed like a regular university, wide brick building with beautiful Greco-Roman inspired architecture, but unlike most this too has many scars across its walls.  And around its structure were an assortment of runes, etched into the earth around it, all humming with a rainbow of magic energy, while on its flanks were two cannons and automagic guns respectively.

      Making their way through the wooden double doors, they saw a moving mural across its walls, an owl soared forward in the sky with a scroll and magic in each talon, its space patterned body leaving a multicolored trail in its arc, as jutting up from the ground stood a bi-horned lion atop a jagged cliff of rocks which transitioned into a new form. A monkey made of ink hung from its tail painting another splatter of art which revealed a flaming nine-tailed fox, growling and sneering as in its stalk, ultimately gave way to unicorn stampeding forward, blazing the path with a storm left in its wake.  Most of the people looked upon this mural with awe, as they began to follow the headmaster to the last of the blue flames, creaking open the dual doors, the headmaster ushered the students to their seats, but surprisingly, a few rows were already filled by a number of other students before.  And in Eir’s case, they got sat beside a boy with a messy Afro and skin that was black as the night sky with a blue nebula patterned across his body. He looked like an embodied, specifically the void it seemed.  His black sclera sapphire eyes gazed at Eir with brief interest before he gave them a back nod saying,

“Sup, names Orion” he said nonchalantly, his baritone voice had a slight drawl to it as he spoke

“Heya, I’m Eir, nice to meet ya, guess you’re from the south huh?”  Eir was kicking themselves for that, dang it books, why didn’t you teach me conversation skills they thought as Orion gave them a chuckle as he said

“Heheh, Naw, brah, toootally from California maaan~” he smirked playfully as Eir scoffed,

“Oh I do declare, you’ll have to forgive good sir, I had no idea” they fired back with an accent of their own, and then afterward the two began to hit it off as the loud headmaster joined a bored-looking woman.  Her skin was a deep brown and bore wood-like patterns, while in contrast her “Hair” was made of an assortment of fall colored leaves with a green vine wrapping around her head, it seems most of her hair matched the winter season as beyond this short canopy of hair are two yellow-black rams horn.  She wore a tattered patchwork hooded brown cloak and some formfitting pants with a pair of cowboy boots.  But the thing that was the most shocking about her was that she was armed to the teeth.  At her back was a hunting rifle and bow, across her waist was a utility belled with bullets, a grappling hook, a pistol, and a knife.  Oh, and she had a quiver strapped to her left thigh.

Headmaster Ortiz made his way atop the stage as he stood in front of two podiums, and five other individuals sitting on both wings of said structures.  One was made of metal, and painstakingly crafted with many details, meanwhile the other seemed to erupt from the ground in a mixture of branches, roots, and vines to make a podium made of plant life with at its base, a single arrow made of wood and vines impaled to the stage floor.

As the students began to chatter once more Headmaster Ortiz began to sigh fondly, but as he was about to say something he saw Izusa get up with a pistol in hand, eyes widening, he mouthed no, as he caught eyes with the masked headmaster who only rolled her eyes before, bang, bang two shots from her revolver rang out, silencing the kids as she motioned them towards her fellow master, who was massaging his head for a moment, whether it was from stress or the sound no one knew.

“A-ahem, thank you Headmaster Izusa, for that sporting assistance in starting things off. Children, thank you for your patience, I am sure you’re all excited to begin your time as beacons in training, or in other words, Torches.  Bully for you!  All of you are about to carry a long history on your backs, one spanning from the earliest formation of Humans and Magi, the beacons to fight against the shadows which plague our peoples since our incep-”

“Alright let’s get down to the point, what classes will y’all be?  Alchemist, Guerilla, Artificer blah blah blah” Izusa interrupted with a hand on her hip to which she saw Micah cough into his hand

“Very well put Headmaster Izusa, as you’ve just heard Beacons indeed have a number of fields, five of which to be exact which we specialize in. And now, please welcome to the stage our professors!”  One by one five teachers strolled forward, and as each person walked into the light, each headmaster traded introductions.

“Professor, Alexander Blum!”  Leaning back from his non-mic, the Headmaster motioned his arm to present a man with large wild silver locks with the strongest cheekbones you’ve ever seen across his pale, wrinkled skin.  He dressed in a black overcoat with red velvet lining. Each of his steps echoed across the wooden stage as his amber eyes stared through every student with a ruthless analysis.  

“After Mr.Grumpy over there we have, Alto Jackson, the Artificer professor” Izusa droned as with clicking heels, there now stands a middle-aged man with dark brown skin and a short cloud where his hair should be, and arcing through said black cloud were arcs of grey lightning, his relaxed sky blue eyes studied the kids with a calm smile across his face, jazzily tapping he nodded at the two headmasters as they continued

“Professor of the Guerilla class, Arthur Dutch!” Micah said as a fair-skinned man with a dust-stained black cowboy stalked forward, flipping a knife lazily in his hand before tipping his hat with a whistle in the kid’s direction. And at his side walked stood an Asian woman with a long raven braid spilling across her shoulder while she wore a flowing coat which stretched to her thighs with a  metal-plated skirt above her dark grey pants tucked into a pair of combat boots, as at her side are two blades, sheathed on her left hip.  One a katana and the other a tanto. She bore a playful grin and with a light chuckle politely waved at the students

“Professor Cahira everyone, go on Headmaster Megaphone lets get to the fun part”

“Hahahaha, very well, last but not least allow me to introduce Professor Aisha  El-Said” And after his words, a woman wearing a green hijab stood in the middle of the teachers with a pair of goggles atop her head, while the rest of her clothes were a fusion of comfortable and durable. At her waist was a collapsed jade staff flowing with magic energy.  With a booming clap, the human headmaster began to speak/yell once more,

” As my co-Headmaster said, it is indeed time for the fun part.  Our professors have made a special treat for all of you.  Thinking it not sporting to have you all choose without any incentive, they’ve decided to give you a demonstration so to speak, now then, Headmaster Izua, if you would do the honors!” smirking wickedly Izusa upholstered her rifle and shot three bullets into the air above everyone, but when they expected to hear nothing, the sound of metal getting struck whiled their head around every which way, as the sound of monstrous growling and ear-splitting cries sounded behind them as in an instant, a pack of shadows surged towards the students, appearing similar to deranged, inky black coyotes, but before even a hair of the shadows touched them, massive roots broke through the earth and ensnared the shadows, as looking upon the stage, they saw Professor Blum with a conductor stick in hand was leading the trees like a masterful orchestra.  

      And after writing in the air an orange circle of runes burned in the sky, as he took in a deep breath and blew a plume of fire towards the trapped shadow, incinerating it and the root to ashes.  Fixing his cuff-links, he stiffly raised his stick into the air as an assortment of rocked erupted above, but in an instant, the patters of feet sounded as Cahira dashed atop the newly erected rock mass, slicing one coyote in half, before instantly kicking one to the earth, rolling in the air she launched her blade towards the stunned form of the shadow as it pierced its body instantly as she gracefully landed upon the pommel of her blade, as it now sits among the inky remains of the shadow as she patted Eir on the head.

       Flicking his hat Arthur snapped his hands to his side as in between each knuckle now sat eight knives, each flowing with black-purple energy.  Throwing his blades one after another he caused each one to ricochet off the other, sending them arcing at multiple other shadows, impaling each through the head without breaking a sweat.  But right when they were about to move again, the energy encased them rapidly before they were destroyed in an instant.  It seems despite his appearance, Arthur was a void magi.  And to his left, there was Alto, digging in his tuxedo’s chest pocket he pulls out a paintbrush and dabs it twice on the paint-stained cloth on his waist, and as some shadows were about to attack some students he drew two clouds of paint in the sky and blew them forward as they surrounded the students and rained fire and lightning respectively on the shadows.

      And while this was happening, Aisha launched her uncollapsed javelin at the shadows and impaled one to the ground, hopping off the stage, she landed next to her staff and lifted it from the ground, with the shadow still attached she twirled and swung it at the other pack member, careening them both to the base of the stage before spearing them through.  Another coyote tried to bite at her but she slammed the other end of her staff upon its head, destroying it instantly. And now there stood each professor, each finished with their assailant, each seemingly saying now choose.

[melodiouswhite]

Classic literature vine compilation - Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde pt. 08

Utterson: *holds up a crucifix* Henry Jekyll! 

Hyde: Henry Jekyll is no more! 

Utterson: Edward Hyde! 

Hyde: Yeeessssss. 

Poole: That's not good, that's not good! 

Hyde: Gabe, you fool! 

Utterson: I say unto thee: THE POWER OF CHRIST COMPELS YOU! 

Hyde: Oh does it? Does it compel me? 

Utterson: THE POWER OF CHRIST COMPELS YOU! 

Hyde: Does it, Gabe? 

Utterson: THE POWER OF CHRIST COMPELS YOU! 

Hyde: Is the power of Christ compelling me, is that what's happening? 

Utterson, on the verge of tears: THE POWER OF CHRIST … COMPELS YOU!!! 

Hyde: *evil laughter* Guess what? It's not that compelling!

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Jekyll: *singing* Don't tell your mother- 

Hyde: *singing* Kiss one another- 

Jekyll: *singing DIE FOR EACH OTHER-

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Jekyll: Please, God! Just let me have one good day! 

God: Oh my me, you again? Give it a rest, buddy!

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Utterson, holding Lanyon hostage: YOU'LL NEVER HAVE HIM! 

Jekyll: AND WHY IS THAT? 

Utterson: Because I love you. 

Jekyll: *blushes* 

Utterson: *carries him off* 

Lanyon: I just can't even-! :D

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Hyde: Lucy, you honestly look so pretty today- 

Lucy: PRETTY?! *grabs a knife* BITCH, ARE YOU CRAZY, I'M BEAUTIFUL, HOW DARE YOU CALL ME JUST PRETTY?! 

Hyde: O_O *backs away*

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Utterson: You're gonna tell me everything right now. 

Jekyll: No. 

Utterson: Please. 

Jekyll: No. 

Utterson: Please. 

Jekyll: No. 

Utterson: Please. 

Jekyll: No. 

Utterson: Please. 

Jekyll: No

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Hyde: *sitting at the piano* This song is called "What I want for Christmas".

Hyde: *plays one accord* Money. :3

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Utterson: *picks up the phone* Hello. You've reached the house of unrecognised talent. Please start after the- 

Utterson: *sings an opera aria, because he can*

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Lanyon: Hey! Hey! 

Utterson: Shhh! *whispering* Henry is sleeping. 

Lanyon: *whispering* Sorry. 

Utterson: *still whispering* What is it? 

Lanyon: *still whispering* There's a fire!

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Lady Summers, giving a yoga lesson: And release all the sounds that are trapped in your mind- 

Jekyll: AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! 

Utterson: … 

Lanyon: … 

Hyde, inside Jekyll's head: … 

Lady Summers: Dr. Jekyll? Are you okay? 

Jekyll: I'm a little messed up.

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Hyde: DO IT! 

Jekyll: NOOO! 

Hyde: MAKE- 

Jekyll: WHY?! 

Hyde: -YOUR DREAMS- 

Jekyll: PLEASE, NO!!! 

Hyde: -COME TRUE!!! 

Jekyll: NO!!! 

Hyde: JUST- 

Jekyll: NO! 

Hyde: -DO IT!!!! 

Jekyll: NOOOOOOO!!!

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Utterson: Edward, what are you doing, lining shelves on a Friday night? 

Hyde: I'm working off all my excess sexual energy! 

Utterson: Why don't we just hook you up to the gas stove and make popcorn?

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Lucy, to Jekyll, Alma and Lady Summers: Well, I'm just looking into alternatives, you know, hospitals have a rigid way of doing things … 

*someone screams in the background, everyone winces* 

Lucy: Why is she screaming?! 

Lady Summers: *deadpan* She's conscious. 

*more screaming* 

Lucy: I just want this to be an experience I'll never forget- 

*particularly high-pitched screaming* 

Nurse: *bursts in* You're in luck! You're about to see one of our deliveries! 

Jekyll: W-we don't need the whole tour. 

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Enfield: Oh please, Utterson, she wants me to travel to Windsor with her! 

Utterson: To Windsor? Well, I suppose you do have to celebrate doing so well this afternoon, so what the heck, go off!  

Enfield: *squeals* AWW, THANK YOU, THANK YOU, I KNEW YOU WOULD UNDERSTAND! I'LL SEE YOU ALL LATER! 

Utterson: Oh, I'm so happy things are going so well for him! Practically accepted into Oxford University, now he's going off to Windsor with his American ladyfriend! *starts to chop vegetables for dinner* 

Jekyll: *hesitantly* … Uh, Gabriel, this trip to Windsor … it is not with the American. 

Utterson: *stops chopping* What do you mean? 

Lanyon: Kid's a slut. *sips his tea* 

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Utterson, on the phone: Do you happen to have any bandaids for when I get there? 

Jekyll, on the other end of the line: Why? 

Utterson: Because I scraped my knee pretty badly, when I fell for you. 

Jekyll: Awww!  

Utterson: It's a good kind of clumsy. ^^

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Alma: Good evening, kind sister! Ü 

Lady Summers: What's up, my little gold digger?

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Luise: *texting her 70yo father* Rofl. 

Her father: *texting back* Lshidmtamsfo. 

Luise: Do you know what that means? 

Her father: Laughing so hard I dropped my taco and my sombrero fell off. BOOM. 

Luise: Best. Dad. Ever. 

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Lanyon: Father, I just saw one of those ugly arse clowns on the street. 

Mr. Lanyon: What's a mirror doing out on the street?

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Utterson: My mother said I was an angel and that I was born to be a star. It was embarrassing. And you? 

Lady Summers: My parents said I was a miracle, every time they introduced me to someone. It was very awkward. 

Lanyon & Jekyll: … 

Lanyon: My parents said I was ugly, a fussy little worm, a freak and a bore. 

Jekyll: My father said I was worth- and useless, a terrible person and a waste of space. My mother said I was a spawn of Satan and that I should be exorcised. 

Utterson & Lady Summers: … 

Utterson: I'm so sorry. 

Lady Summers: Same here. 

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Utterson: Henry, ask me what kind of tree that is. 

Jekyll: No. 

Utterson: Henry, ask me what kind of tree that is. 

Jekyll: No. 

Utterson: Just … Henry, ask me what kind of tree that is. 

Jekyll: N- 

Utterson: It's a chris pine. Ü

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Poole, about Jekyll and Hyde: And they were roommates. 

Utterson: Oh my God, they were roommates!

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Hyde: *tramples a little girl* 

Enfield: *grabs him* Sir, your vibes are disgusting and I need you to STOP.

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Jekyll: YOU WILL GO? 

Hyde: I WILL SWING! 

Jekyll: YOU'LL SWING? 

Hyde: I WILL SWING!!! 

Jekyll: BET YOU WON'T SWING!!! 

Hyde: I WILL SWING!!! 

*later* 

Hyde: *swings at the swing set* I told you! 

Jekyll: Whatever. >:(

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Lanyon: Imagine if someone handed you a box full of the items you have lost throughout your life. 

Poole: It WOULD be nice to get my sense of purpose back. 

Lady Summers: Oh wow, my childhood innocence! Thank you for finding this. 

Utterson: I knew I lost that potential somewhere! 

Jekyll: My will to live! I haven’t seen this in years! 

Hyde: Mental stability, my old friend! 

Lanyon: Guys, could you lighten up a little? 

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Jekyll: Sorry, Hastie, but I can't believe that you have ever read an art journal. 

Lanyon: Believe whatever you want, see if I care! >:/ 

Lanyon: *stands up, leaves* Hypersexual bitch.

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Utterson: *sweetly* Time to wake up! You gotta get up! <3 

Jekyll: NOOOOOOOOOOOO-

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Lady Summers: How did you take down Doria Gray? 

Hyde: I beat him to death, because he gave his soul for agelessness, not immortality and he's a twit. 

Lady Summers: True. That and an ugly bastard. 

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Hyde: Just me and Aoi hanging out! Ü 

Aoimoku: *turns invisible* >:) 

*Lanyon, Utterson and Hyde having tea* 

Aoimoku: *comes in, head still invisible* 

Lanyon: *screams in fear* 

Utterson: *screams, because Lanyon is screaming* 

Hyde & Aoimoku: >:)

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Jekyll: How was your first dinner party? 

Hyde: AAAARRRGH!!! I! HATE! EVERYBODY!!! 

Hyde: *cries under the shower* 

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Lanyon, from the end of the hallway: You're stupid! 

Jekyll: Bet you won't say it to my face!

Lanyon, to his face: Stupid! 

Jekyll: Bet you won't say it on Snapchat! 

Lanyon: Stupid! 

Jekyll: Bet you won't say it at our sugery! 

Lanyon: *hands him a note that says 'stupid'* 

Jekyll: … Alright. 

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*Take#2* 

Lanyon, from the other end of the room: You're stupid! 

Jekyll: Bet you won't say it to my face! 

Lanyon, to his face: Stupid! 

Jekyll: Bet you won't say it in the shower! 

Lanyon: *poking his head into the shower* Stupid! 

Jekyll: Bet you won't say it in Braille! 

Lanyon: *hands him a note in Braille* 

Hyde: It says 'stupid'. 

Jekyll: … Alright. 

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Hyde: *falls from the ceiling* 

Hyde: Hey, Gabe!  

Utterson: Hey, Eddie. Ü

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Enfield: How does it feel to be the worst man ever, huh? 

Hyde: Shut up, your mother buys you Megabloks instead of Legos! 

Enfield: You fucking take that back, you-