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"What is that?" Daryl suddenly said.
"Hmm?" you hummed, glancing down toward your lap.
"No—your palm. What happened?"
"What? Nothing," you said, still not showing it to him.
"Lemme see it. Now," Daryl demanded.
You looked up at him in surprise, your eyebrows lifting. "Daryl, it's nothing—"
"If it's nothin' then lemme see it," he growled.
You sighed and relented, holding your hand out palm up so he could see the gash across it. Daryl's face darkened and his brow furrowed.
"What happened?" he demanded again.
"I can't hide anything from you, can I? It's stupid," you said, feeling nervous as he pulled your hand closer to himself to examine it better. "I fell when I was out foraging and I tried to catch myself and I landed on the edge of some random scrap out there. It's nothing."
Daryl seemed to relax and he nodded. "I hope ya cleaned it real good," he said, catching your eyes and relinquishing your hand.
You smiled a little. "I did." There was a tense pause for a moment before you went on. "You looked like you were about ready to kill someone for a moment," you said.
Daryl paused and licked his lips thoughtfully before shrugging. "Thought I was gonna have to. Thought somebody did that to ya." Now he hesitated. "If somebody did—you'd tell me, righ'?"
You nodded, still smiling a little at his protectiveness. "I would."
"Good."
Prompt: "I can't hide anything from you, can I?"
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MOTHER HEN: PART SEVEN
parings: hawks x mother!reader
wordcount: 3.2k
warnings: none
notes: daddy’s…home? genuinely so excited to write the next chapter cause if you notice the timeline, something big is coming😈😈
summary: you, the mother of Fumikage Tokoyami, are just a simple nurse! Who caught the eye of a certain pro.
You haven’t gotten a text from hawks in the past four days, which puts you in a sour mood.
technically it’s a little bit of your fault for kissing his forehead- but if the little shit would have just let you explain…
what’s even worse is that your unable to watch the sports festival- fucking hospital job.
And when you finally get home from that hellhole, Fumikage will be sassy cause you weren’t able to watch him.
He wouldn’t be angry just..slightly disappointed?
Then when you cuddled up in your nest yesterday you see that damned hawks plush you spent 30 dollars on…
So here you are at this amazing place of work! against your will of course.
Currently you’re at the water station- until you were rudely pulled away due to a pro hero getting hurt…as usual.
You open the door to see a younger, dark skinned woman with white hair and the cutest bunny ears on her head.
She looks at you and starts waving happily…your heart would feel warm if it weren’t for the blood on her face.
“Names Mirko!” Oh, you know her! Your sister used to be obsessed with her…well for a short period of time but still obsessed no the less.
“Mirko, how you feeling today?”
She sends you a thumbs up, ���terrible!”
You chuckle softly and walk over towards her, accompanying another one of the doctors.
“What’s her condition?”
The doctor sighs, “nothing too serious, we ought to check her for a concussion though..and she’ll have to at least spend one night here.”
“With those injuries it should be longer no?”
The doctor shakes his head, “can’t keep Mirko tied down for too long.” Then proceeds to just…walk out.
But Mirko doesn’t let it stay too quiet.
“So, your name is?”
You smile softly, “ Y/N Tokoyami.”
Mirko looks like she’s pondering for a moment..looks as if she knows you from somewhere.
“I swear I’ve heard that name before..” she says quietly.
You smile again, “you probably have, so is there anything you need?”
Mirko puts her attention back onto you, “nah, I’ll be alright.”
“Really, Why’d the doctor call me in then?”
“Because I complained my ass hurt, I’ve been laying in bed all day.”
You chuckle, “that all?”
She nods her head quickly.
“Well, let’s hope you don’t get a bed sore kay?” You shoot a thumbs up towards her, same she did to you earlier.
Then you walk out, wondering why she even needed you…
But Mirko knew why, hawks told her you were nurse and she wanted to she what all the fuss was about.
Truthfully, he’d been talking about you every time she saw him while on patrol.
She supposes his ramblings are correct, you’re cute.
Then again Mirko has never really pinned hawks as the mamas boy type, and you echo the motherly type.
But you’re sweet, maybe that’s why he’s so attracted to you?
So, Mirko pulls out her phone to bother hawks about his little high school boy crush.
she took it the the group chat though, little asshole.
BEST PROS.
carrot foot
Found ur gf hawks
caw caw bitch
what
caw caw bitch
where
jorts
who?
carrot foot
Hospital
INCOMING FACETIME CALL
Mirko sighs and answers it.
“Where is she, she look cute?” Hawks says frantically.
Mirko shakes her head, “again hawks, get a grip.”
Mirko can hear the wind howling into the phone, of course hawks is flying while on the phone.
“Answer me.” Hawks says sternly.
Mirko immediately starts rambling about the very small amount of information she has on you, “Damn you got a mommy kink or something, cause that woman is a MILF. I mean M.I.L.F.”
“What- what the hell does…no?” Mirko can pick on hawks confusion through the phone.
“Hawks, man, that woman echos mother. Here she is mothering throughout the halls of a hospital!”
“Mirko, what’s your point here.”
“I mean she’s hot dude, get your head in the game…or in her i don’t-“
Mirko can then her hawks yelling loudly out of shock, “GROSS MIRKO, DONT MAKE JOKES LIKE-“
If he yelled any louder you could probably hear him in the halls.
Mirko laughs loudly, “Don’t get your panties in a twist, I’m joking.”
Then there’s an uncomfortable silence on the phone, a little too long for comfort.
but then of course hawks breaks it- as him usually does.
“I mean, I wouldn’t mind…”
Mirko starts laughing again, “aha! Damn dirty bird- go get your wings ruffled elsewhere man!”
Hawks responds quickly, ignoring Mirko comment.
“I gotta go- I see a best jeanist and I’d like to go pull his ear.”
Mirko huffs, “fine, but he isn’t your wingman-I am.”
Hawks laughs softly and hangs up, leaving Mirko in silence.
Until you walk in.
“Oh, there’s my favorite nurse!” She beams.
“Do you mind if I watch the sports festival in here? My kids in it..”
Mirko nods her head, “I don’t mind- need to look for recruits anyways.”
So, there you and Mirko sit watching the sports festival together.
Many times throughout it you had to put a hand over your mouth to keep yourself from screaming and alerting the others your not technically working at the moment.
but during every break in the sports festival, you rushed and did your actual duties as quickly as you could.
Then when you came back, and the 1V1 battles have already started.
And of course your gorgeous boy conquers and destroys the competition.
One after another, what was most surprising to you was seeing todorokis and midoriyas fight, aggressive and raw.
made you vividly remember that was the boy who tripped on his own ice..
You were a little scared that’d he have to face your Fumikage.
Instead it was Katsuki Bakugo who faced him, and after that fight he’ll be the only kid who doesn’t get your end-of-semester cookies.
I mean cmon! Grabbing your son by the beak?! Unbelievable…angers you to your core because who does he think he is?!
But it’s fine.
Fumikage would’ve won if it were anyone else.
But Fumikage still got third, and you can shove it in all your friend’s faces that your son is awesome and that they could never.
Because Fumikage is one of a kind.
You look over to Mirko after jumping for joy for your son’s new shiny medal.
“He’s a good fighter, y’know I know someone all birdy like that.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yea, hawks.” She says bluntly.
You can feel the color drain from your face, hawks low key, high key broke your heart after your last interaction.
“Oh… well I’m sure Fumikage will consider an invitation from him.- if he wanted to work with him.” You say while tapping your fingers together.
Mirko pulls out her phone, typing something, you don’t know exactly what but…it’s whatever.
carrot foot
yea your cooked bud
caw caw bitch
what
Mirko seats down her phone next to the table, where you can hear it buzzing loudly…
“Uhm are you gonna check that?” You say nervously.
“Nah, he’s fine.” She says as she finally relaxes into the bed she had been complaining about all day apparently.
“Ah…okay?” You then hop out of the seat, making your way back to your work.
You should get him an apple pie to celebrate, or maybe just straight apples cause Fumikage will go crazy either way.
Hawks briefly crossed your mind again, what was his favorite again? Wasn’t apples you know what…it was probably something dumb- just like him…
dumb, dumb, dumb man.
enough of him, you have work to do…
right after you call Fumikage!
It rings, but he doesn’t answer? Which is weird because Fumikage always answers his phone unless it’s dead.
Yes that’s probably why, he’ll call you right back when it charges.
But Fumikages phone was in-fact not dead, he was just…distracted?
Fumikages eyes squint slightly, “What could you possibly want.”
It’s hawks he’s being so standoffish with, but hawks just sends him a soft smile.
“It’s the sports festival, of course I’d be here.”
“You decide to stalk me instead of my mother?”
Hawks goes quiet, his carefree smile faltering.
“Not exactly..we got in a small spat.”
“If you’re trying to get me to talk to her for you, it’s not gonna work.” Fumikage starts to walk away before hawks grabs his shoulder.
Then dark shadow comes out.
Hawks steps off slightly, “that’s kinda freaky…”
“Kinda like your face.”
Dark shadow looks over to Fumikage, “that wasn’t even a good comeback.”
“Shut up dark shadow.”
Dark shadow scoffs and folds his cute little shadow arms with what looks to be a pout on his face.
Hawks face completely loses the carefree smile, “I’m serious when I say I’m not here for you…well not technically.”
“What do you mean by that.”
“Yea, what do you-“
“Dark shadow…”
Hawks lets out a small breath, “I was interested in you being my sidekick due to the skills you showed off on the fie-“
“Not interested” Fumikage says curtly.
Dark shadow whips his head over to look at Fumikage with surprise, whispering something in his ear.
“He’s number three- you can’t just reject an offer from him!”
“I can, and I just did.”
Then it’s silent, Fumikage doesn’t mind though.
Hawks sighs softly, putting back on the smile Fumikage hates so much.
“Well if you ever rethink it, my agency will always be open.”
“I hope retribution comes for you in the darkness of your home.”
Hawks stays quiet but then his face twists into confusion, “what does that even mean..?”
Fumikage huffs and if he had hair he would most likely flip it whilst walking away.
Fumikage leaves hawks standing outside, utterly confused in what Fumikage was even talking about.
Maybe that’s what you meant when you said Fumikage was unique…
speaking of you, you were still at that darn hospital.
Fumikage was aware of that, you always worked a lot but the times that you weren’t working you tried your best to spend them with him.
Until Mr. Pro-Hero decided to come into your life..
The first time Fumikage really noticed your relationship with hawks was when you had the talk on the balcony.
He knew he wasn’t going crazy when he thought someone was under a blanket, a blanket you don’t even use may he add.
Then the next day when he went up to your balcony, the blanket was in-fact no where to found.
Then he caught him in your kicthen, Fumikage debated on even eating the cookies because maybe hawks terrible aura rubbed off on them.
They were delicious but that’s not the point!
Then hawks wanders into Fumikages home, which was locked, uninvited looking for you.
Only time Fumikage could tolerate hawks was when he had to save you from the bar.
But then his tolerance shot down when he walked in on the two of you coddling each other.
Then he heard the “little spat” you and hawks had which is why he rushed into your room so fast.
Honestly, who does that damn fowl think he is?!
Fumikage explains all of this to poor dark shadow, who truly just wanted to watch a movie with him.
“Sounds rough.” Dark shadow says quietly.
Fumikage huffs, “It’s worse than rough dark shadow, it’s appalling.”
“Maybe you shouldn’t be so…extreme with hawks- Momma seems to like him.”
“Correction, liked, my mother will never participate in any romances with that man again.”
Fumikage ends the conversation there, but dark shadow would like to expand on the topic.
“It was nice of hawks to offer you that side kick position.”
“well being nice doesn’t cut it.”
Finally, the conversation about hawks is finished, Fumikage only ranted for 4 hours this time!
And he’d finished 3 movies in that time as well…maybe the hospital will let you off early.
So Fumikage and dark shadow fight the urge to rest, which they both utterly fail and fall asleep on the couch.
You come in around 5:30 so they never stood a chance, not after the day Fumikage had.
You walk into the door, spotting only Fumikage.
You stumble over towards him, sitting on the floor and brushing your hand through his feathers.
Fumikage is knocked out, so he won’t wake up if you pick him up.
You use all your remaining strength to pick Fumikage up, making your way towards your bedroom.
It’s been a minute since Fumikage got cuddles from his mama.
And also you seriously doubt you could carry Fumikage back to his room, then walk back to yours without passing out onto the floor.
You place Fumikage under the warm covers, then yourself.
You then wrap your hands around Fumikage as tightly as you possible could, as if someone would take him away if you didn’t.
Then you rest, same as Fumikage.
Same as hawks.
And hawks truly needs to thank you for whatever you did to make him stop having those nightmares.
barely dreams now, and if he does it’s always weird shit.
usually has you in it too.
nevermind, you probably cursed him and overrode whatever put that nightmare spell on him.
a curse that just makes him dream about you.
Now he really wishes he talked Mirko into getting a picture of you, he misses you bad.
Maybe a text wouldn’t hurt? No, too risky- you’re probably still mad at him.
Maybe he could worm his way back into your life with that weighted blanket, if his plan worked he could probably steal it back anyways.
It still smells like you, which is weird because he’s had it for awhile.
That’s probably his favorite part of the day now, getting home, taking a shower, cuddling into his mostly bare bed and just sniffing that shit like it’s coke.
Kinda like how some people spray lavender onto their beds to get sleepy, he just smells the hell out of that blanket.
He wishes he was able to snatch another item from your house that smelled like you.
Fumikage doesn’t really smell like you, he noticed.
He smells kinda like wood? And also a little fruity too.
You wouldn’t really guess fruits and flowers from looking at him but maybe your scent rubbed off on him too.
Honestly, hawks kinda feels like Edward when Bella first walked into that classroom though- hawks wouldn’t be covering his mouth to avoid the smell, he would be INHALING that smell.
He would never admit that the night that he comforted you out on that balcony he didn’t even go home and change, he kept that uniform on.
The coat didn’t truly smell like you, but the under shirt did.
Maybe he’s going a little crazy, sure he’s real kept together most the time but- the things you do to that poor man.
And Mirko- peacefully sleeping in the hospital, she may be hawks wingman but she needs her rest too!
And when you wake, you’ll have to go right back to the hospital.
doesn’t men’s you can’t talk to your son before you leave though.
“Mama.” Fumikage says sleepily, awoken from you moving all around the room.
You perk up now your son’s awake, “Fumikage?”
Fumikages eyes a still closed, fighting to go back to sleep.
“Did you see me, in the sports festival?”
You run your hands through Fumikages feathers, “Course’ I did.”
Fumikage smiles softly, “guess who talked to me after..?”
“All might? I saw it on-“
“No it was hawks, invited me for an internship.”
You jaw slacks slightly, “did you accept?”
“No, not after what he’s done.” Fumikage says with a little rasp in his own voice.
“You should’ve.”
“What?”
You sigh, “hawks is number three- doesn’t matter what he did to me Fumikage.
Fumikage stays silent, suddenly now regretting telling you.
“But…”
You kiss his temple, “thank you for thinking about how I’d feel though. Don’t let my emotions or relationships get in the way of your future.”
Fumikage nods, understanding your point of view.
“Are you leaving for work?”
“Yep, it’s not a long shift though.”
You open your bedroom door, “I’ll see you later, Fumi.”
Then walking out of your own house, making your way to the hospital.
Once you walk in, your infact greeted with Mirko!
and hawks.
“Ah, my favorite nurse!” Mirko cheers excitedly.
“Mirko! Shouldn’t you still be on bed rest?”
Mirko chuckles, “glad you’re worried about me toots.”
You gasp a small bit at the nickname, “Oh!”
Mirko places her hand onto her hip, “Hey, didn’t I see you hear like 7 hours ago, why you already back?”
“Duty calls?”
Hawks chuckles at that, wasn’t even funny.
Mirko throws an arm around hawks, “this was the birdy boy I was talking about!”
“We’ve met.”
suddenly there was an awkward silence.
Hawks wanted to throw himself out a window, you wouldn’t even look at him.
Mirko taps her foot nervously.
“Hawks…” you say his name softly.
His head perks up form Mirko hold, “yeah?”
“Sorry that Fumikage rejected you…I know how he is.”
Hawks can feel his heart beating in his ears, “it’s all good- doors always open.”
You nod softly, looking away.
The three of you just stand there in silence, Mirko foot tapping repeats.
Then she breaks, “Mrs Tokoyami, sorry for holding you up-You got a job to do!”
You jump in surprise, “ah- your right, it was nice talking to you both!”
You quickly walk away to clock in, Mirko and hawks make there way outside.
She scoffs, “had the perfect opportunity.”
Hawks rolls his eyes, “I wasn’t gonna apologize to her in a hospital.
“I’m going to put you in the hospital/ what the hell even was that back there?!” Mirko exclaims.
Hawks pushes her arm away, “I was nervous.”
“Doors always open!” Mirko mocks him.
“Oh quiet down.”
“I’m your wingwoman- giving you a perfect chance and you fuck it all up.”
“It wasn’t that bad-“
Mirko smacks the back of his head, “Hawks, shut your trap.”
Hawks doesn’t reply, walking next to Mirko throughout the less populated areas of town.
Mirko snaps her fingers, “You know what, I can fix this.”
“You can?”
“Of course I can, I’m Mirko.”
Hawks groans softly, already annoyed by the days events.
Mirko starts her plan, “clearly she cares a good bit about her son-but there feeling are mostly separated for different things.”
Hawks nods along.
“So instead of getting all cushy with her son again, you need to fix it with her- clearly your not gonna getting through with her son based on what you told me earlier.-“
Hawks interrupts, “her son is always home though.”
“Don’t interrupt me, he goes to U.A. I bet they have some trip for passing the exam.”
“How are we supposed to find that out?”
Mirko groans, “let me talk, I’m always going to that hospital for some reason- I’ll find something out…she likes me unlike you.”
Hawks looks away with a pout, “Don’t say that…”
“I’ll say whatever I want, I’m your wingwoman.”
Hawks and Mirko continue their walk up until they get to his agency, since Mirko doesn’t have one.
Though Mirko continues walking, “See ya later, Hawkey.”
“Where are you going?”
“To my house?- don’t fuck up anything else while I’m gone.”
Hawks huffs lightly, walking into his own office.
He has so much paper work to do, then the commission will be badgering him later for “doing it wrong” according to them.
He can’t wait to just be home.
Be home next to you.
or…your blanket at the very least?
…he really needs to fix this.
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Fandoms don't show their female characters enough love. Here's a 20 prompt list for female character appreciation. Any kind of post or work for this is cool: art, fics, analysis posts, appreciation posts, gifs, memes, edits. Maybe make this an ask game. Anything. Feel free to tag me, I'd love to see what you do.
Film character
LGBT+ character
TV character
Childhood favourite
Comfort character/favourite character
F/F ship (canon or non-canon)
Character of colour
An old favourite
Disabled character
Character you relate to
Book character
OC/video game/dnd player character
Underappreciated character
Side character
Video game character
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Animated character
From your first fandom
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DANGEROUSLY IN LOVE ᯓᡣ𐭩
S: Fem!reader x Nanami Kento, where Nanami has a crush on you but he’s also your boss.
Nanami sat at his desk, the warm afternoon light casting long shadows across the organized stacks of paperwork. His gaze lingered on the glass wall that separated his office from the rest of the floor, specifically on one person. You, his diligent and cheerful employee, was working at your desk, completely unaware of the fluttering emotions stirring in his chest. You’re hair styled to perfection, lips he wanted to kiss so bad were coloured in his favourite of your lipsticks and the way you’d steal glances into his office with a slight smile.
Nanami was not a man who easily succumbed to whims or distractions. He prided himself on his professionalism and his dedication to his work. But you had a way of breaking through all of that with your bright smile, infectious laugh, and the way you approached every task with unwavering enthusiasm.
This afternoon, the office was quieter than usual, the soft hum of computers and the occasional rustling of papers the only sounds. Nanami’s thoughts, however, were anything but quiet. He sighed, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose, trying to focus on the report in front of him.
Suddenly, there was a knock at his door. Nanami straightened in his chair, clearing his throat. “Come in,” he called, his voice steady and composed.
The door opened, and there you were holding a stack of papers. “Mr Nanami, I have the updated reports you wanted.”
“Thank you, Y/N,” Kento replied, his tone professional. “Please, set them on my desk.”
As you did, you looked at him with those big, curious eyes. Your lashes, something he would never notice on anyone else fluttered perfectly against your cheekbones. “Is there anything else you need help with, sir?”
For a moment, Nanami considered saying something, anything that would allow him to keep you in his office a bit longer. But he quickly let go of the thought. It wasn’t appropriate. He was your boss, after all. “No, that will be all for now. Thank you, Y/N.”
You nodded and turned to leave, but paused at the door. “Mr. Nanami, would you like to join us for coffee after work? A few of us are going to the café down the street.”
Nanami was taken aback by the invitation. He rarely participated in after-work activities, preferring to keep his personal and professional lives separate. But the hopeful look in your eyes made him reconsider. “I appreciate the offer, Y/N, but I have some reports to finish tonight.”
Your face fell slightly, but you smiled nonetheless. “Alright, maybe another time then. Have a good evening, sir.”
As the door closed behind you, Kento let out a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding. He couldn’t deny the pang of disappointment that washed over him. He wanted to join the team, to see you outside of the walls of the office, but his sense of propriety always held him back
As he worked late into the night, Nanami found himself unable to concentrate. His thoughts kept drifting back to you. The way you laughed with your colleagues, the way you try and include him in what you do, the way she made him feel alive, hopeful, and terrified all at once.
Days turned into weeks, and Nanami continued to struggle with his feelings for you. He kept his distance, maintaining a strict grip on his demeanor, but inside, he was a whirlwind of emotions. One evening, as he was packing up to leave, he found you still at your desk, looking tired but still hard at work.
“Y/N,” he called, walking over to you. “You should go home. It’s late.”
You looked up, startled, eyes wide. “Oh, Mr. Nanami, I didn’t realize the time. I just wanted to finish this last project report.”
Nanami softened, seeing the exhaustion in your eyes. “You’ve done enough for today. Go and rest. The report can wait until tomorrow.”
You smiled, gathering your things. “Thank you, sir. Goodnight.”
As he watched you get up, Nanami made a decision. He couldn’t keep his feelings bottled up any longer. You took up all his thoughts, you were the only one he looked at. He couldn’t come to work every day ignoring his feelings.
“Y/N, wait a minute” Nanami began, his heart pounding. “I need to speak with you about something important.”
You sat back down, eyes wide with anticipation. Nanami took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts. “I want to be honest with you. Over the past few months, I’ve come to realize that I have feelings for you. I understand that this is highly unprofessional, and I apologize if this makes you uncomfortable, but I just thought you should know.”
Your eyes widened in surprise, but you didn’t interrupt, waiting for what he would say next
“I have tried to keep my feelings to myself.” he continued, “but it’s become increasingly difficult. I don’t want to make you feel pressured in any way. If you feel that this affects our professional relationship, I will respect your decision and take any necessary steps to address it.”
For a moment, there was silence. Then you spoke, your voice soft and sincere. “Mr. Nanami…Kento I’m glad you told me. Because, honestly, I’ve had feelings for you too. I just never thought you’d feel the same way.”
Kento’s heart soared, practically beating out of his chest but he kept his composure. “I want to do this the right way, Y/N. We need to ensure that our work remains unaffected and that we maintain professionalism in the office. But outside of work… I’d like to get to know you better, if you’re open to that.”
Your smile was radiant. “I’d like that very much.”
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TRIGGER WARNING ‼️ MENTION OF SLIGHT SA/GUNSH*T
@skydiverdrawings @meadow-hearthfire @grinnworld You guys really had me on my toes! Lol I hope I did okay with it. This is inspired by and written for all of you. Based on @meadow-hearthfire ask here! Also introducing two new characters to you all!
Veneer can’t take it anymore… the abuse is too much… and now even from his own sister. He has the chance to leave, to runaway. He extends his hand to her to come with him… but is she too far gone to now think for herself?
Veneer landed with a loud bang against the wall… his whole body aching in pain.
“Please…. Stop.” He begged. Gruff looked at the Mistress, her green eyes glinting with a desire for pain. She snapped her fingers; the Bergen grasped Veneer by his neck and began pounding away.
“Stop! Please! Velvet!” He cried and begged, he looked to his sister… But Velvet had a distant look in
her eyes mixed with anger….
“Wait.” She finally called out. The Bergen stopped, Mistress turned her head to eye the girl. Velvet walked up to the Bergen, hovering over her brother.
“Why did you do it?… Why did you let him go?” She asked, tears of rage filling her eyes.
“It’s…. It’s not right what we’re doing Vels… We’re frauds. This isn’t right- AH!” He was silenced as Velvet struck him across the face.
“Why do you have to ruin everything!” She struck him again. “That little Troll was working! Working!” Again she struck.
“Velvet, stop, please. You’re hurting me.” Veneer coward into a corner, blocking his face and hugging his knees. Looking up at his sister, he was afraid… who was this, this wasn’t her. She stared at him with a pink glow in her eyes, dark circles appearing underneath.
Velvets breathing began to slow down… she looked down at her brother and saw the same fear when he was a child, when she would protect him from their aunt. But now… he was afraid of her… who was going to protect him from his own sister?
“Idiot.” She walked out the door. Mistress watched the whole thing with a smirk across her face.
“Well look at that. The one person who promised to protect you. Tsk tsk. Poor Vennie. All alone in this big, big world. You let that stupid Troll out.” She knelt down in front him… a little to close for comfort… it brought back horrid memories. “Getting hot and bothered are we.” She placed a hand on his leg, slowly creeping up, “You know this would be fair. You owe me after so much trouble of continually trying to letting that damn Troll out…” Her hand crept to his thigh… he shivered. Mistress leaned her face obviously close, “You’re a very handsome.” Her hand crept farther up, her lips brushing his ear. “I think I know how you’re going to repay me for this mess you caused.” But she pushed him away.
“After your performance, when you’re all dolled up. Then I can have fun with my toy, you owe me and you’re my property. Now, I need to see how I can go about getting another damn Troll. For today, Gruff, Ruff, a few beatings shall do. Enough to hurt him but not kill him. Carry on.” She snapped and walked out the door, leaving Veneer at the mercy of her Bergens…
Floyd had the chance to leave, to runaway, finally go home…. But he came back. There two reasons that he did: Velvet and Veneer. He denied them once, he wasn’t going to do that again. Floyd crept his way back into the vents from which he came. But he had to be careful, getting caught meant loosing a chance to freedom…And possibly loosing the twins. He had to find one of them, and right now, his best bet was finding Veneer first. Something was wrong with Velvet, something had changed her. She wasn’t the same fiery spirit he came to care for, a darkness loomed over her, like she was under the effect of some drug. Veneer, he still had some sensibility, and he was the only one Velvet would listen to right now.
Floyd ran and ran. He had to be quick. He knew the Bergens would pick up his scent, then it all go downhill from there. The little Troll looked through every vent into every room until he fell upon the right one…
“Veneer!” He called out. When he looked in, he found the Rageon lying on the floor, hugging his knees, his shoulders shaking from crying intensely. He made his way out of the vent and down to the boy. Floyd slowly crept up to him. “Veneer?”
He slowly moved his head up to get a good look at the Troll, “Floyd? You’re back? Why didn’t you leave?” A worry crossed his voice, it was then Floyd saw the bruising on his face, the cuts and gashes the Bergens had left him.
“Vennie… what…. What did they do to you?” Floyd said as he placed a gentle hand on the Rageons cheek.
Veneer buried his face again, “…. I can’t take it anymore Floyd…. I can’t…. I hate it …. I hate my life… I hate here. I want to go home.” He cried.
“Back to Under Rageous?”
“At least we were free… we can’t do anything here or make any mistakes. I’m done Floyd!” Veneer cried and cried. Floyd just stood there, holding him as much as he could…
“Then let’s go…” The Troll finally said.
“What?” Veneer looked up with tear stained cheeks.
“I came back for you and your sister. Let’s go. Let’s run and run till we can’t anymore.” Floyd said with a glint of hope in his voice. “Let’s go be a family again. Just us three.”
Veneer stopped trembling for a moment, his face still buried within his hands…he grew silent, terribly silent…. A worry crossed the Trolls face.
“Ven?”
“…Family…Now….Now we’re a family?” Veneer looked up Floyd…his eyes glowing pink again. Oh no, Floyd thought. He had the same look in him when he was trapped, when Veneer trapped Floyd in that damn diamond bottle. Floyd began to slowly step away…
“You were willing to leave us! And NOW were family? After all she’s put us through! You’re kidding me Floyd! You thought me and Velvet were in her thing about using Trolls! You didn’t believe us!” Veneer looked at him, glowing pink eyes, stained in tears. “You told us we were never family! Those were your words!” Veneer ran his hands through hair, pratically pulling pieces off…mad…he was going mad. Floyd was continuing to back away..but then…he stopped. This is what started it, him running away is what drove him mad in the first place. So he stood his ground.
“Ven….I’m sorry….I am SO sorry for ever even doing that to both of you.” Floyd said creeping closer now.
“Saying sorry is going to fix it? Fix what you told us! If I hadnt trapped you’d be gone. We’d be alone!” Veneer began scratching at his skin, “These bugs, get them off me please!”…. There was nothing there. That woman, what was this essence doing to them?
“I know, I know. Trapping me was probably the best thing you did. I deserved it for even thinking of betraying you two, for betraying and leaving my own little brother all those years ago. I am not a good person Ven…” Veneer continue scratching at his skin as Floyd talked, but he was silent…he was listening. “You two…You two brought the color back in me. Do you understand what that means to a Troll? It means you brought me happiness. For so long I was alone…and that was my fault. I don’t know where my family is or if they’re even alive…but I found you two…You two became my family. I deserve all the punishment for even saying those things to you…It had to take me for me to see both of you tortured and manipulated to even see that you didn’t know…that SHE was the one changing you, grooming you…I let that happen…” Tears began forming in the little Trolls eyes as he got near to the Rageon. Veneer had stopped scratching himself, the pink fading from his eyes… “I want to make it up to you…please, please come with me now. That’s why I came back.”
“…What if I don’t want to come with you…” Veneer replied, a calmness finally coming over him.
“…Then I’m staying.. I’ll hide, I’ll get caught again…but I am not leaving you guys ever again.” Floyd replied.
Veneer had calmed down. Floyd could see he was back to himself. He hugged himself, “I can’t take here anymore Floyd….I physically can’t. The beatings. Her taking advan-…” He stopped himself. Floyd didn’t need to know what Mistress would do him sometimes…he didn’t need to know. “I want my sister to be happy, but not like this...I just can’t anymore!”
“Then let’s go to Velvet…and get the hell out of here.”
Night had fallen around the mansion. Veneer waited till the dead of night, before opening his door. There was nothing of value he needed to take, just the clothes on his back, Floyd, and hopefully, his sister. Veneer had saved his oversized red hoodie from the under-city, along with his black skinny jeans and combat boots….of course he HAD to save his dad’s old purple beanie. With Floyd on his shoulder, Veneer made his way out of his room and headed quietly towards his sisters.
“So far…no Bergens.” Floyd said.
“They normally guard her. She doesn’t think we’ll do anything…well…anything like I’m doing now.” He said.
“Point taken.”
Veneer opened the door to Velvet’s room and peeked in. She was sound asleep on her bed, her hair falling loosely around her face. Veneer quietly walked up next to her. He placed a gentle hand on her arm, “Vels?” He said in a whisper. She moaned a little in her sleep, hardly sturring. “Velly?”
“Five minutes.” She muttered…This was the Velvet he knew.
“Vels, it’s me.” He said. Opening her eyes slowly, she looked up at him.
“Ven? What the hell, bro?” She rubbed her eyes and blinked twice when she saw the Troll on his shoulder. “Floyd?”
“Hey, Vels.” He smiled softly, but a scowl came over her face.
“What the hell do you want? I thought you’d be long gone by now.”
“You have every right to be bad. But I couldn’t leave again…I came back, for both of you. We have to leae now.” Floyd warned.
“Leave? Like leave for good?” She repeated looking at her brother and how he was dressed. “You’re serious Ven? You’re really up for this?”
“I can’t take it anymore Vels! What she does to me, what those Bergens do…How you get when your under her, her, her, POISON! I’m loosing you little by little. I can’t have that. We need to leave. We need to leave now.” He said.
Velvet’s mouth hung open…she couldn’t believe it. After all they went through, after all they accomplished…he wanted to leave it behind. “Ven, we’re finally somebody! How do you want to just, LEAVE?”
“We’re stll nobodies! This isn’t us! This show we’re putting on? It’s all her idea! Think about it Vels.”
“We want this Ven! We deserve this!”
“But not like this! Sis, come on! Open your eyes.” He looked at her…a distant look began crossing her face…Her eyes were fading from blue, to pink. No, no, no, he was starting to loose her again. “Vels. Please just hear me.”
“We deserve this.”
“Those are lies. We were somebodies before this. Vels please I’m begging you. Do this….for me.” He held out his hand in hopes she’d take it.
The pink began taking over her eyes entirely, “…..No…..No I’m not sacrificing this…I sacrificed to much for you already…Not anymore…We’re not kids anymore!”
“Please Velvet, “ Tears began to fall down his face, “…I can’t do this anymore. I’m just tired, really tired.”
“….Then you’re not cut out for this…”
“Don’t make me leave you Velvet. Please don’t make me leave you here.”
“Go. I don’t need you. You’ve been nothing but a damn burden Veneer. The more for me, the merrier.”
Floyd looked between both twins. Veneer wiped away the tears in his eyes, he withdrew his hand and slowly backed away…She wasn’t coming…She wasnt going to leave….
“I’m sorry Vels…I can’t….I can’t do this anymore…I’m sorry…I love you…You know that. I really love you.” More tears fell as he turned away and walked out the door. Velvet still sat on her bed, the pink glow around her eyes, her mind couldn’t distringuish between reality or not. She just stared as he left her…
“Ven. What are you doing?” Floyd asked looking back towards her door. Did he really just leave his sister? Veneer would never do that…but then again…that wasn’t his sister…something overcame her that Veneer thought HE couldn’t even save. “Velvet?”
“Don’t Floyd please.” He cried as he continued heading towards the exit….they were almost there….they were almost there…Why didn’t she come with him? Why? His steps began to slow…He couldn’t leave her…He couldn’t…
“And where do you think you are heading too?” A deep voice came from behind. Veneer spun around to see Gruff standing in the hallway…Shoot, they found out. A voice behind Veneer caused him to turn back, Ruff was right behind him…The Bergen extended his arm and wrapped his giant hands around his neck. Veneer began gasping for air.
“I smell Troll.” Ruff replied as he squeezed Veneer’s neck tighter, “Mistress is not going to be happy.”
“Hey! Pea brain!” A voice called from above, standing on a light over head was Floyd, “Leave me kid alone!” Wrapping his hair near a fixture, he whipped himself straight into the Bergens eyes. Ruff cried in pain and let go of Veneer. He fell to the ground gasping for air. Gruff roared and started charging behind him.
“Ven!” Floyd cried. Though the Bergens were strong, they were not quick. Veneer moved within the last second, allowing for Gruff to collide with his Bergen brother…but that wasn’t enough, they began to growl and stir standing on their feet again.
“Run!” Floyd cried as he began running towards the exit.
Veneer ran, scooping Floyd up in his hand as he ran past. He slammed against the exit door, bursting it open. The smells of the outside world hit Veneer, his eyes adjusting to the lights. They were outside, but not free yet. Veneer took off running towards the gates that surrounded the mansion. He could here the Bergens finally coming out behind him.
“I have to make it to the fence..” He said. Floyd was on his shoulder again. He turned around to see the Bergens running like angry bulls.
“Hurry!” The little Troll yelled.
Veneer hadn’t ran like this since his time in the under-city, but muscle memory was catching up to him. He pace quickened. The roars and growls of the Bergens behind were still heard, but they sounded farther. Veneer neared the fence, in a leap, he mounted it and jumped over.
THUD!
He landed on the other side. One quick look at the Bergens and he took off again…off into Mount Rageous. Gruff and Ruff finally reached the gates…but the boy was already far off…
“She’s going to be angry.” Gruff said.
Crowds of Rageons began to appear, that’s when Veneer finally decided to slow down. There was a bench in front of a record store…he sat down and caught his breath. Floyd hopped off his shoulder and on to his lap.
“You okay?” Veneer didn’t respond, he only gave him a thumbs up. “That was pure adrenline right there. We can take it slow. We got to make it out of Mount Rageous and onto the highway that leads out. Pull your hoodie up, hide that green hair as much as you can.” Veneer nodded as he pulled his red hood over his hair and beanie. Floyd hopped back on his shoulder, “Let’s go.”
Hardly anyone really payed him any attention. Of course, no one really saw him out of his glamourous outfits. To them, he was just another Rageon…and for a moment, Veneer enjoyed that. He passed some revenues he knew he and Velvet would have enjoyed…especially the roller rink and pizza parlor. A sadness crept into his heart…He had really left her behind…She could have been here with him. Veneer didn’t know how long he had been wlaking when he suddenly stopped.
“Hey. What’s going on?” Floyd asked.
“…Vels…I left her….”
Floyd sighed with a heavy heart, “You…you did what you had too..”
“…What if she hurts her…”
“She won’t Ven….That woman favored your sister. She’s her pride, her muse…That’s one good thing. She won’t hurt her while we get out of here and figure out how we can come back and get her out.”
Veneer knew if he would go back now…She’d kill him. But he had no choice…Velvet wasn’t going to leave with him…Her heart was now set on something different…He took in a deep breath.
“We have to make it to the highway before they find us.” He said. Veneer continued making his way through the crowds of Mount Rageous undetected…..for now.
Velvet sat on a diamond chair next to Mistress as she went through her files. The Bergens had just reported Veneers escape.
“This brother of yours really is a trouble maker.” She said not even looking up, “Decided to run off without you.”
“I didn’t want to leave with him any way.” She replied dryly. Mistress smirked as she saw the girl was under her control…Total loss of any free will. It all had worked.
“You know it won’t be pretty when my boyfriend get’s his hands on him.”
“Vennie, brought it upon himself.”
“Good. So we’re in agreement….To bad. He was a fun little pleasurable toy to play with every now and then.”
Those words stung Velvet’s heart. Something snapped and clicked inside her, as if the shackles were finally broken, the curtain was finally drawn back. What the hell did she just say? The memory of what their aunt did to her brother was released…Vvelt grew angry, but unlike Veneer, Velvet was cunning, just like Mistress, she knew how to play her game.
“We out grow toys.” Velvet simply replied.
“We sure do. Too bad. He would’ve made me money in other ways. Now. To plan for what we tell the public. You and Veneer broke up, you both decided to go seperate ways. This is your solo debut now…” As the Mistress kept talking, Velvet began planning. She should have ran away with her brother, she should’ve gone up and left…but she was here for one purpose now…to finally get rid of this evil woman once and for all.
It seemed like hours….but they had finally made it…The highway leading away from Mount Rageous. It was build mainly for those to visits Rageous….No one really went out into the rest of the world anymore. Why would they? Rageous had everything, everything they ever wanted…or so that’s what they would make the people think…That’s what Veneer had thought at one point, but it was all just an illusion. He continued slow and steady…his mind and heart stilling thinking about Velvet. He walked in silence as he began to cry…he fell to his knees.
“Ven?”
“…..I miss her….” He cried, balling his fists on his knees. Floyd hopped off his shoulder and onto the ground, placing a small hand on the boy’s thumb.
“I know…I do too. But we need to figure out a plan before going back in there. It won’t be pretty…She won’t be herself.”
“I should’ve tried harder…Maybe I didn’t try hard enough…but I just couldn’t take it anymore…she’d beat me…She would never hit me.” Veneer said.
“Ven, we…” Floyd’s words were cut off as the sound of a car approached. Scooping Floyd up, he placed him in this pocket this time. Veneer didn’t know what to do, he froze. The car came to a screeching halt a few feet in front of him.
“Hello, Vincent.” A familair voice sounded as a hooded, cloaked figure stepped out of the vehicle. The figure pulled back his hood, reveavling a pale Rageon with dark, blue stringy hair pulled back into dreadlocks. Scars were patterened all over his body, he had a sharp toothy grin…Shank. He was one of the few to call the twins by their middle names.
“Where’s you’re hot sister?” He asked.
“Not here.” Veneer scowled…Shank had caused them trouble in the under-city. He was the one who would potentially sell them to the Mistress…his lover.
“Obviously. Got a call from my girl. You’ve been causing her trouble. Now she’s really had enough of you. You know how much money I have to refund her now because of this mess. Lucky she’s hot.” Shank reached into his belt and pulled out a gun…Veneer’s heart sank, he wrapped a protective hand around Floyd.
“What’s going on?” The Troll asked trying to peek out from his pockets.
“She really doesn’t care for you. Your sister was the one with all the potential. You were a fail safe. You’ve actually made it easier on her Vincent. Orginally she planned to stage your death, leaving Velvet with the solo career. But this makes it so much better…Running out on your own sister. Priceless.” His sharp teeth shined as he smiled. Floyd was able to poke his head out, he saw the glint of the gun in the other Rageons hand.
“Just…just let me go…please.” Veneer tried to beg.
“This is a business we run. And no one…I repeat, no one, runs out on us. You’re done, when we say we’re done.” He loaded the gun, pointing it at Veneer. “…And Vincent, we’re done.”
BANG!
“NO!” Floyd tugged on Veneer’s sleeve. What little force he had caused Veneer to move…and with that little move, those few little inches, allowed the bullet to barely miss Veneer’s heart. He cried in pain, pressing his hand where the bullet went through. He staggered, his breathing heavied, his vision began to blur. Veneer got closer to the edge of the highway. His eyes rolled behind his head as he fell off the edge of into whatever waited in the depths below. Shank looked down and spat.
“Good night Vincent.”
As the day passed, Velvet could only think of her brother. Where did he go? How far had he gone? She stood a her vanity and stared at herself in the mirror. What had she become? What made her delusional to not leave with Veneer? She gripped the side of her vanity hard….Velvet finally had enough. She turned and walked out her door.
Mistress had full trust in her. She had to keep it that way…for now. No Bergens followed her around like they did her brother, and she had access to wherever she liked. Mistress had gone off to some meetings in which Velvet wasn’t invited, so she took this opportunity and snuck into her office. Velvet knew it would be locked, but she also knew how to pick locks herself. Within no time, she was in the office of The Mistress. She closed the door behind her and began to dig around.
It began to seem like it was all for nothing. Everywhere she searched was coming out empty… until she came across a locked segment on her desk. Velvet picked the locked and opened it… Files. What good were files? She began peering through them one boy one.
“Trolls?” She flipped through it… the memory of what Floyd told her came to her mind. “Non effective. Dead. Deceased….What the hell? Pop Troll… effective…..Floyd.” Everything he said was true. No wonder he thought they were part of it… What the hell were they using trolls to make?
“The whole damn agency is doing this?” Velvet and Veneer were just the muses of music for them, their pawns in one small act. Whatever Rageons that were part of this agency, were victims of the same thing her and her brother were. But then she figured, many weren’t really victims, some knew, and didn’t care. They wanted the fame and glory, it’s what Velvet had wanted too… but something was more important to her… family. She looked further inside the cabinet for anything else, that’s when she found the vile. A small vile with pink-like liquid inside. There was no label, no names, just a small cursive E imprinted on the lid….Velvet had had enough… Time to cut the head off at least one snake…
Veneer extended his arms… he felt something soft underneath them. Blankets? He moved his head. A pillow? His sense started coming back as he opened his eyes. He found himself in a room. He knew it wasn’t Rageous, the decor was much different. Where was he?
“Ven!” A small familiar voice called out. He turned to see Floyd standing on the drawer next to his bed side. The little Troll hopped on, ran to his face, and hugged him. “You’re awake! And alive!” Relief passing through his body.
“Where… What happened?”
“The highway. That Rageon shot you. Thankfully he missed your heart by inches. We fell, but there was water below. I was afraid you were going to bleed to death.”
“How did we end up here? Where are we?”
“Well, turns out someone was looking for me and happened to find us washed up on the banks.” Floyd turned as a group of smaller Trolls entered the room, “Ven, these are my brothers. Guys, this is Veneer.”
Veneer stared wide-eyed at the group Trolls. He kept of himself from going a little over board… they were just the cutest thing.
“Well our plan was to save our brother from you, but good old Rhonda picked up his scent a mile away and lead us to you two in the nick of time!” John Dory exclaimed.
“You guys moved me all the way over here!?” Veneer exclaimed. The Trolls laughed in unison.
“Well we’re flattered, but Trolls have a limit, even with an armadillo bus helping us. We called for back up.” Clay smiled. He saw the look of confusion on the Rageons face when he mentioned the armadillo bus, “Yeah we’ll explain all that later.”
“Where exactly are we?” Veneer asked.
“BergenTown.” Branch crossed his arms. At the mention of the Bergens Veneer jumped. He only knew the Bergens of Under Rageous, and they were brutal. He panicked and tried to quickly rush out of the bed. “Whoa! Whoa! Take it easy! Man, you’re more frantic than I was when someone mentioned a Bergen.”
“He…. He doesn’t have good experiences with Bergens either.” Floyd said. Branch glanced at his brother then the Rageon. Veneer looked embarrassed.
“Yeah. They’re not as bad as I thought either. You’ll see.” Branch offered a small smile. Veneer glanced at Floyd.
“Vels?”
“You were out a couple of days… I went back and forth. There was no sign of her. I don’t think she followed us Ven.” Floyd replied, a sad look in his eyes. Veneer nodded looking down at his hands…. She made her choice, and he had made his. Did he plan for their choices to pull them away? No. But it did…and he had to live with it for the rest of his life.
“Come on. Let’s introduce you to the rest of BergenTown.”
Months had passed since she last saw her brother. Who knew where in the world he was. She wanted to go after him, and find him. But this plan had taken time, she needed to earn her trust, to make sure Mistress didn’t suspect anything…. Then the day finally came when Velvet just couldn’t take it any longer.
Her and two other young Rageons sat opposite of Mistress. They were her other muses in the music industry, another brother-sister duo a few years older than the twins: Cashmere and Luster. They were more ruthless, more ambitious, unlike the twins, they weren’t under any control, they were doing this for their sick twisted pleasure. They weren’t twins, a year apart. They were also Under Rageons: pale skin, their hair was eggplant purple, they’re were stunning in their own way.
“So dear old Vincent couldn’t take the fame life.” Luster grinned, “Once a loser, always a loser.” He laughed looking at Velvet. “Don’t worry cousin, maybe he died a quick death, somewhat painless death.” Hector smirked.
“Hm.” Was all Velvet replied. Cashmere was quiet… she still hated that her and her brother were below the twins, that Velvet managed to keep her title at the top without Veneer…. That they were still the better cousins.
“We’re done here.” Mistress said walking back into the room. “You two may leave now. You have your batch to last you the month. I except that new music to deliver and bring in the money.” She said to Cashmere and Luster.
“Don’t we always.” Cashmere casted Velvet a devious look before leaving.
“Enjoy your time at the top dear cousin.” Luster spat as he followed his sister.
Velvet was now alone with Mistress. She eyed the woman as she worked through her files. “May I ask why the hell you’re wearing THAT?” She looked at Velvets attire. She had her old dark pink vest from the under-city, tight black crop top, black mini skirt and combat boots.
“I’m not performing. Can’t I wear what I want?” She stated.
“Around me, no.”
Mistress stood up to pour herself her coffee. “I recommend you go change.” She turned to take a sip. Velvet only eyed her, a devious look in her eyes. A smirk started coming across Velvets face.
“….Do many know about the Trolls? About what you do?” Velvet asked.
“What do you think? But who cares. They’re Trolls. Resources for superior beings like us. Under Rageous knows this. Mount Rageous already has the perfect form of Rageons, we just need the talent, the enhancement.” Mistress said as she sipped her coffee.
Velvet smiled, “The perfect form of Rageon. Is that what we’re aiming for?”
“It’s what we’ve achieved. Look at you, look at your cousins. Look at anyone comining out of this agency on top! Look at you. You’re different, beautiful. Basically a goddess amongst them, now think of just making you more than perfect. That’s where the Trolls come in.” She sipped her coffee again. Velvet listened… is this what she had sounded to Veneer at one point? Mad? Velvet continued to smile, but it wasn’t for the reason Mistress thought. The Mistresses face churned as a bitter after taste stained her lips. “What the hell? Who made this?” She began spitting it out. She suddenly grasped her stomach wailing in pain.
“Velvet call an ambulance now!” She yelled as she fell on the floor holding her abdomen. Velvet stared with a gleeful expression as Mistress began to suffer. “VELVET!…. AAHHH…. GRUFF! RUFF!”
“They won’t answer you. I don’t think they will ever again. See, they decided to eat some “troll” chocolate . Idiots. I just wrapped Floyd’s old left over clothes in chocolate and those big idiots ate it up. Funny what kind of poisons you can make with this.” Velvet held up the vile she found that had contained the pink liquid. “I really have you to thank for the idea though.”
Mistress cried and wailed as her stomach burned. “WHAT DID YOU DO!!!”
“Just made sure you wouldn’t see the light of day again…. Or torture my brother.” Velvet kneeled on the Mistresses stomach, putting more pain than what she was already feeling. “How dare you touch him! How dare you take advantage of him! He’s not a freaking toy! And how dare you abuse either one of us for your own game. I know who I am… and I am NOT your pawn.”
White foam began to appear around the Mistresses mouth. She began to gag and choke. “You……vile…….girl……”
“If that means out smarting you, then yes, I’m very vile.” Velvet watched as the life left her eyes, as she took her last breath. Velvet stood up and screamed, she kicked the woman’s lifeless body…. She was gone… The Bergens were gone… and she had to disappear too. Velvet ran back towards the cabinets and collected the evidence she had found. She stuffed them into her backpack she collected….. and she ran….she ran out of building, out of her prison…. She was finally free..
Veneer. She had to go find him…. She hoped he was still alive. Velvet didn’t where to look, she didn’t even know where to start. She must’ve looked like a crazy Rageon running as fast as she did through the city…. Where? Where could she start? The world was big, and it had been months. If Veneer was alive… he could be anywhere.
She saw the glint of the highway. She could somewhat still feel his presence… he was alive, she knew it, she felt it… and she was going to find him.
#trolls 3#trolls band together#velvet and veneer#veneer#velvet#trolls veneer#velvet and veneer trolls#velvet trolls#trolls fandom#trolls#trolls au#trolls 3 veneer#trolls 3 velvet#trolls 3 band together#trolls floyd#trolls fanfic#fanfic#fanfiction#fanfics
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Percy Jackson & Neptune Fic Recs
A list of fanfics featuring the platonic/familial relationship between Percy Jackson and Neptune. Enjoy!
kept you like an oath by aadarshinah
Not Rated | 800 words | Complete
Percy Jackson & Poseidon, Percy Jackson & Neptune
Temporary Amnesia, Percy Jackson Needs a Hug, Flower Crowns
"You were born for a reason, Percy Jackson. Perhaps it was to remind these Romans of the power of the sea."
Or: One universe over, a world exists where Percy gets 24 hours between being accepted into the legion and being sent to Alaska on the quest to free Thanatos. This has a greater effect than anyone could realize.
Daddy's home by IncompleteTh0ts
G | 1.2k | Complete
Percy Jackson & Neptune, Neptune & Poseidon, Hazel Levesque & Frank Zhang
Memory Loss, Camp Jupitar, Son of Neptune
Percy finally meets his father.
Fishing And Fishermen by orphan_account
G | 1.3k | Complete
Percy Jackson & Poseidon, Neptune & Poseidon, Neptune & Percy Jackson
Post-Son of Neptune
In the attempt to make the visit less awkward, Neptune- employed by Juno/Hera to talk to and make sure Poseidon is well- tells a cryptic story of Perseus's time in SON. Later he finds himself answering a prayer
Aka: Uncharted bullshits their way into extending the storyline and narrative and finds themself actually liking its actions upon the story
Storm Drains by Phoenix_And_Thestral
G | 2.1k | Complete
Percy Jackson & Poseidon, Percy Jackson & Neptune
Short & Sweet, Bonding, Pre-Canon
He had not come here to speak to the boy. He really shouldn’t have stuck around as long as he had. Neptune had just thought to see him, to see what child Poseidon had borne after so long heeding the oath. He could tell the child would be powerful someday -- assuming, of course, that he lived that long.
And yet, Neptune found himself sitting on the curb beside a storm drain, trying to convince the mortal child that there were great whites under the streets of New York.
bellow, bid our father rise by magdalenes (ariadnes)
T | 2.5k | Complete
Percy Jackson & Neptune
Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Camp Jupitar, Father-Son Relationship
The first thing his father ever says to him is, "Y'have a way of prayer, boy. Best be careful with those thoughts. Ye may be my get, but I'll leave you for the gulls to pick over just as quick."
He's Mine by PunkFlame
T | 3.1k | Complete
Percy Jackson & Poseidon, Percy Jackson & Neptune
Seafam, Powerful Percy Jackson, Ascension
"He doesn't belong to you." Poseidon spat, allowing his own form to burst from its bounds.
Neptune laughed, "Any of your treasures, especially your treasured offspring, belong to me. He has been mine from the time he drew his first breath."
Poseidon growled, the water around them beyond ice cold. "No. You will leave him be. Stay away from my boy."
"I think not. You've had your chance, now it's my turn."
bloodtide by DragonflyxParodies
Not Rated | 4.5k | Last Updated May 23, 2024
Percy Jackson & Neptune, Percy Jackson & Kymopolia, Percy Jackson/Nico di Angelo
Non Canon Compliant, Past Genocide, Divine Retribution
There are no water gods in New Rome.
marked me like a bloodstain by aadarshinah
T | 5.5k | Complete
Percy Jackson & Poseidon, Percy Jackson & Hazel Levesque, Percy Jackson & Neptune
Temporary Amnesia, Father-son relationship, Powerful Percy Jackson
"Nice to see you're not letting losing that upstart Achilles' curse slow you down."
Perseus Jackson and dii Consentes by CarpePugna
M | 6.7K+ | Last Updated Oct 16, 2023
Percy Jackson & Jason Grace, Percy Jackson & Neptune, Percy Jackson & Lupa
Roman Mythology, Camp Jupitar, no sugarcoating the myths here
Life’s been pretty normal for Percy and Jason since they left the she-wolf Lupa and arrived at Camp Jupiter; but now, with tensions stirring amongst the gods, Jason and Percy must band together to protect not only New Rome but the rest of the world itself.
AKA the Roman!Percy au that’s not very original since I’m plastering over canon with Roman legends instead. But I hope you like it all the same!
Even with just a name by 60sec400
G | 8.6k | Complete
Percy Jackson & Poseidon, Percy Jackson/Annabeth Chase, Percy Jackson/Neptune
Dark Percy Jackson, Good Parent Neptune, Roman Percy Jackson
Small snippets in a world where Percy chose the ocean.
Neptune finds his son. Perseus Jackson has a quest for the glory of Rome and the glory of Neptune. Only, well, he's met another god. And that god wants him to find Annabeth Chase, the one name he's had in his head since he's woken up other than his own.
aka. disconnected scenes that could exist in a son of neptune au
The Ascension of Percy Jackson ( as brought to you by Poseidon) by breakerfaith
T | 22k+ | Last Updated May 31, 2024
Percy Jackson/Annabeth Chase, Percy Jackson & Poseidon, Percy Jackson & Neptune
Ascension, Poseidon Loves Percy Jackson, Alternate Universe
Poseidon looks at Percy and decides " no you don't get to die" and focuses on turning Percy into a god.
#pjo#neptune#percy jackson#rec list#poseidon#rrverse#hoo#heroes of olympus#poseidon & percy#neptune & percy#pjo hoo toa#pjoverse#percy jackon and the olympians#heros of olympus#percyjackson#powerful percy#percy pjo#percy series#fanfics#ao3
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Happy Pride everyone <3 Here’s the new chapter to commemorate hehe!!
Chapter 10 is Out!
Fun Fact: Flat White is a coffee drink containing an espresso and steamed milk.
Summary:
“Right, but aren’t angels usually up in heaven?”
“Yes, usually, but I’m your guardian angel,” Lucifer says, nodding and standing, the bounds around his hands and body falling away like water. Alastor watches in awe as it happens, shoulders stiffening in slight alarm, but Lucifer simply beams and offers his hand. “Pleased to meet you.”
“Charmed,” Alastor says as he takes the offered hand, shakes it, then pointedly wipes his hand on the front of his suit, much to this angel’s consternation.
Or: Alastor attempts to murder the local coffeehouse's barista, but accidentally invites his guardian angel into his life instead.
#radioapple#appleradio#hazbin hotel#hazbin alastor#hazbin lucifer#alastor#lucifer morningstar#duckiedeer#alastor x lucifer#fanfic#fanfics#ao3#update
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Daryl watched the man retreat outside the tent through narrowed eyes, hot as blue flame. As soon as he was gone, Daryl resumed working the rope around his wrists up and down against the post. He could feel his skin chafing and abrading from the rough wood, but he gritted his teeth and bore it.
Then, suddenly, there was a strange sound from outside, like a quiet gasp. It was followed by a thud and then silence. Daryl froze. He strained his hearing. Then the fabric near the front of the tent ruffled.
You appeared through the tent flap, and immediately gave him a half smile.
"What the hell are ya doin' here?" Daryl asked urgently as you knelt down behind him and cut the ropes binding his arms back.
"I think you mean, 'God, I'm so happy to see you, Y/N. Thanks for the rescue.' Seems like I'm always saving your ass, doesn't it?" You helped him to his feet and watched him rub at his wrists and forearms. "Are you okay?" you asked more seriously, concern overtaking your features.
He nodded. "Yeah. 'M good. Thanks... Let's—let's get the hell outta here." As you made your way quietly through the camp, sneaking stealthily back to cover, your were surprised when he gently grabbed your hand. "I owe ya," he said, giving it a gentle squeezes. "I owe ya about ten times over."
You smiled at him, your cheeks flushing with a little heat. "No. You don't. I will always come to save you whenever you need it. Though, I'd prefer if this was the last time."
Prompt: "Seems like I'm always saving your ass, doesn't it?"
#daryl dixon fanfiction#daryl dixon x reader#daryl dixon twd#the walking dead#twd fanfics#daryl dixon drabbles#daryl imagines#daryl x y/n#fanfics#writers of tumblr#twd drabbles
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guys. GUYS. Where are my tennis boys fics?? Why am I not being bombarded by Carlos Alcaraz fan fics rn??? Why am I not seeing cutesy head canons about Jannik Sinner being an amazing boyfriend?? Why is Andrey Rublev and his insane humour not all over my feed?? WHERE ARE MY TENNIS FANGIRLS ATTTTT????
#tennis#andrey rublev#jannik sinner#carlos alcaraz#fanfics#tennis fanfics#I NEED TENNIS FANFICS#novak djokovic#my thoughts#thoughts#screaming#a necessity
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i was thinking andddd (nsfw content.)
andrew graves shotgunning during sex 🤷♂️
(if you don’t know what shotgun kissing is, basically someone will smoke something and exhale into the recipients mouth)
quick notes: hi this is like a quick thingy i wanted to post before i write that andrew graves smut that i've been ignoring since march. also this is the first time i've written something formatted like this so....
ALSO IS THE SMOKING ACCURATE?? i've never smoked
you're sitting on andrew's lap, similar to that one devlog art of andrew and ashley. his cock is inside of you, except this time, he isn't thrusting into you, you're riding him.
one of his hands is on your thigh, the other holding a cigarette clasped in-between is fingers. as you ride him, letting out soft whines, he just gazes at you with lustful eyes.
“baby, is that all you're gonna do?" you complain, lips slightly pouty, just the way he likes it.
".. what?"
“no kisses or nothing?" you complain again, batting your eyelashes and doing your best to give him a sweet, puppy dog look. you even start rocking your hips a bit harder, faster, anything for his attention. a smirk crawls up your face as you listen to his groans getting more frequent
"fine." andrew surrenders, sighing lightly but smiling as he takes a drag from his cigarette. the two of you lean in, meeting in the middle, yet instead of the two of you making out, his lips ghost over yours, almost brushing against yet not enough to be a real kiss.
you let out a soft whine as he exhales the smoke through his mouth and into yours, coughing lightly. "babe, i thought we were gonna make out or something."
he just smirks in return, taking another drag from his cigarette.
#julia’s fics .𖥔 ݁ ˖ִ ࣪⚝₊ ⊹˚#fanfiction#the coffin of andy and leyley#tcoaal#the coffin of andy and leyley fanfic#tcoaal smut#tcoaal fanfic#andrew graves#andrew graves x reader#andrew graves fanfic#fanfic#fanfics#julia's headcanons ✶𓏲ּ꩜ .ᐟ
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in case it needs to be said again
#ao3 memes#fanfiction#wattpad#ao3 writer#fan fiction#fandom memes#writers on tumblr#fanfic writing#archive of our own#ao3 stuff#ao3 fanfic#ao3#ao3 struggles#writing#fanfic#fanfics#fandom culture#fandom community#fandom#boba.memes
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i was reading a fanfic and then in the authors note the author mentioned she had a husband?? AND CHILDREN??? WHAT
#i forget it’s not just depressed teens avoiding homework who write fics#felayslay#fanfics#fanfiction#fanfic#klance#zukka#krbk#kiribaku
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❪ ✦ ❫ 𝐀𝐒𝐌𝐑.
𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: grayson hawthorne x nb!reader
𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: js thinkin about how grayson would secretly listen to quiet asmr to calm his overthinking at night
𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: fluff, cuddling, asmr, headcanon, idk probably an unpopular opinion with grayson listening to asmr at night, pet name of love
𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒: idk
𝐀/𝐍: i know im not supposed to be making drabbles while im making my royalty series but still i couldnt help myself😞 plus probably an unpopular opinion with gray?? also the asmr arent those annoying ones hes very picky with his asmr choices bro like my dude will spend almost an HOUR lookin for one that he likes
𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓. 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐘𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐖𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐄.
𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐃: ✓
𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒: @reminiscentreader @nqds @never-enough-novels @ilyiwdtpyiwmyhmtkys @evaswarner @sc11vb @sophiesonlinediary @starrynightsxo @f4iry-bell @his-littlefox @viivdle @aaron-warner @reyreadersblog @urbanflorals @imaseabear
just thinking about how GRAYSON HAWTHORNE would listen to asmr late at night to calm his thinking. when his thoughts became too much, when he started to slowly stress more and more.
he’d carefully make sure not to wake you up, even though you were up already whenever his breathing started to get unsteady, and get his phone before scrolling about youtube, looking at different asmr videos.
he carefully turned down his phone volume to not wake you up, clicking a video. he clicked out of it after seeing the previews, grumbling under his breath.
after a few indecisive choices and glaring at his phone, he finally picked a video that he liked. he carefully put his phone next to his ear, not wanting to move you from your head on his chest.
you knew about his secret habit of listening to asmr, letting it sooth him whenever everything got too much—when everything started to overwhelm him. you weren’t bothered by it.
even if you were, you didn’t tell him to stop. the noises from the video calmed him. you could tell his heartbeat started to slow down, his hand laying on yours on his chest.
he breathed in deeply and you nuzzled into his chest more, listening as his heart went back to his normal pace.
it wasn’t his fault he was like this, of course. you didn’t want to make it seem like he was to blame for his anxiety—hell, that was the last thing you wanted to do.
you were his rock—his anchor—aside from asmr, of course.
you hummed, before murmuring a “good night,” to the blond man. he blinked, looking down at you in slight shock. the tips of his lips lifted into a small smile.
“good night, my love,” he whispered back over the asmr video.
#⭑ belles drabbles .ᐟ ˎˊ˗#grayson hawthorne#grayson davenport hawthorne#grayson hawthorne x reader#grayson hawthorne x y/n#grayson hawthorne x fem!reader#grayson hawthorne x fem!y/n#grayson hawthorne x you#x reader#x y/n#fanfic#fanfiction#fanfics#fanfictions
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Could you write something about how Luz and Lilith get stuck in the Edwardian era, and Luz becomes a daughter like figure to Philip?
Deadwardian Era Dad
Summary: In the process of setting up a time pool, Luz and Lilith lend a hand to Beardo Philip.
Enjoy!
Thank you, @talisman975, for the help!
Beardo Philip began tracing a large concentric circle in the wet sand on the beach's berm with a stick.
Upon doing so, Luz and Lilith (Aunt Dirtrude) stood behind him, holding the ingredients needed to open a time pool. While watching, they also kept vigilance.
Luz especially watched Philip draw in the sand with a sparkle of youthful admiration in her eyes.
'Eeee, he's so cool!' she squealed in utter delight in her mind.
The sharp and spirited human she saw portrayed in his diary was a person she truly identified with.
After the circle was completed, Philip crouched down in the sand and extended his flat hand out.
He motioned for something to be given to him.
"Magic algae?" he gently requested, and Lilith handed over the protist slathered in Titan's blood.
Philip set it on the circumference section of the circle.
He then asked, "Wrinkling oak bark?" Luz happily placed the piece of tree bark in Philip's palm.
He placed it alongside the algae and requested two more crucial ingredients. "Barnacle crusted clam? Seaweed? Ammonite?"
He was like a modern father asking his children to pass him specific tools while he worked on a project.
Once the items were properly placed in the perimeter of the circle, Philip raised his gloved hand and promptly shoved it into the sand.
Genuine shock and a sprinkle of disappointment grew on his features as his hand failed to sink into a time passage.
"I-I don't understand," he said incredulously, standing up. "We collected all the ingredients that were needed. Could it be that we're missing some? Perhaps more?"
Philip was unsure if that was the case or not.
"I think I know what we're missing," Luz giggled as she reached behind her back and retrieved a light glyph.
Philip let out a small gasp, blue eyes glowing with realization. "A picto-glyph!" he quietly exclaimed.
How could he have forgotten to include that in his notes?
Luz nodded with a smile. "That's right," she said, setting the glyph down in the center.
A soft glow was generated by the magic in the sandy circle before it expanded into a tiny bubble of shining light.
Poking her head into the sand, Luz's eyes lit up in sheer delight when she saw the same beach that she and Lilith were at before going back in time.
After pulling her head from the pool, she starts to share her discovery, with joy radiating in her voice.
"The time pool! It's working!"
She hadn't been this proud since the first time she drew a successful light glyph.
Lilith gasped. "It is?!"
Philip gently ruffled Luz's hair as if he were a proud father doing it to his child.
"Splendid job, Luzura!" he complimented her with a chuckle.
"Thanks!" Luz laughed, giving the bearded man a gentle hug.
After Lilith approaches the time pool, she and Luz are ready to return to their correct era.
As she looked back at Philip, Luz offered out her hand to him with a gentle smile. "You coming?" she asked.
The expression on Philip's face was like that of a surprised cat as he looked down at Luz's hand.
He shakes his head. "Oh, no. I wouldn't fit in."
"So?" Luz said with a soft laugh. "I don't really fit in either. Not fitting in with someone else is better than not fitting in on your own."
Philip went back to gazing at Luz's hand once more, still hesitant to take it, but when he slowly did, he felt a small smile flicker on his face and tears welling up in his eyes.
#(HEY @ THE ANON WHO REQUESTED THIS I'M SO SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG TO GET TO!)#(this ask was extremely deep in my inbox)#ask#asks#anon#anonymous#the owl house#owl house#toh#luz nozeda#toh luz#lilith clawthorne#emperor belos#belos#philip wittebane#beardo philip#moldy crumpet husbando#belosfanstakeover#toh belos#belos toh#toh philip#philip toh#request#requests#fanfic#fanfics#fanfiction#fanfictions#writing#my writing
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