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(The blanket holds both of you tight, protecting you from the cold chill of the night outside.)
(Belle huffs quietly in her sleep, chest drawn up and down as she sleeps soundly.)
(You reach into your pocket and run your finger along the blade of your cooking knife.)
(...The King promised, super duper promised, that if you just did this, he'd unfreeze your sister. Let you both go.)
(...Belle's nose twitches like a funny rabbit. She must be having a fun dream.)
(You wrap your fist around the knife's handle.)
(...This seems like a really really bad thing to do. If Belle can save Vaugarde, isn't it awful to kill her and doom everyone but you and Nille? But if the King finds out you didn't keep your promise, he could... No, he would hurt your sister!)
(Belle yawns.)
(If you stab her very fast right in the heart, she'll die instantly, right? It won't hurt. She won't know it happened. Maybe there won't even be any blood.)
(Nille is still frozen, so scared. Her mouth wide open, perpetuilly shouting for you to run.)
(You can save her. You have to do this. You promised.)
(You pull out your cooking knife, its blade still damp and sticky from pineapple juice. You raise it high, aiming for the spot on her chest where you felt her heartbeat.)
(You hurl it downward,)
(and you...)
(You stop. Just above her chest.)
(You whine, tears pricking your eyes, and pocket the knife again. You feel like dozens of insects are crawling up your arms, like your hands are dirty and everyone will see in the morning and know what you are.)
(You're a terrible sibling. A terrible kid. And a terrible friend. How could you do this? Why couldn't you just save her without having to be a murderer? Why did this happen to you? You're bad, bad, bad bad bad.)
(You whine again. Belle is cuddling you in her sleep. You ex-track yourself and shuffle as far away from her as you can, on the edge of the bed, cold and alone without the blanket. Just as you deserve.)
(You dream of Nille, covered in blood. You throw up in the morning. Belle holds back your hair for you.)
You the reader are sent to a alternate world that has the best picturesque community and botanical gardens.
Welcome to Selenium Prim neighborhood.
Witness a life of bliss and common ✨️ joys of being in a close knit town with 0 crime and just the most wonderful bake offs and merriment of the kids that know nothing of sorrow.
Get to know your partner (1 of the Yan Lads).
The founder, Caleb
The brooding pharmacist ,Zayne
The chief of security, Sylus
The town's mural painter, Rafeyal
Or the local astronomer, Xavier
Each love you deeply.
But some where inside your mind Somethings wrong in this slice of paradise.
I have had a LADS x Soul Eater AU drafted for a while since its lowkey a very easy crossover AU to make based on the universal ruleset of both worlds imo
But I was also thinking about a LADS and Dungeon Meshi AU and working out how that would play out.
There’s certain details about the character’s such as Sylus’s being a dragon and Raf being lumerian (merman) that would be tricky to implement into the Dungeon Meshi based on their monster identity in the series
Also figuring out if I should keep MC’s deity nature…
I still need to finish the Dungeon Meshi manga and Adventure’s Bible so I can both actually finish the story but also get a better understanding of the world and its function
Because I’m absolutely the type of crossover enjoyer who loves it when crossovers follow universal rules and seeing how people choose to develop it :3
Fiddlestan au Stan and Fidds argument Post Weirdmaggedon
@mickeytk Here.
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Stan is watching the Duchess Approves in the living room as he hears the loud noises of Dipper and Mabel running around from upstairs as they do dumb kid stuff like forcing each other to gross smelling sniff scratch and sniff stickers,he sighs contentedly as he can finally have peaceful quiet moments like this again without having to worry about the portal or Bill hurting his family anymore. He then smiles as he turns up the volume of his favorite show while eating a can of meat. "Ah. This is the life. No Bill,no portal,no apocalypse,just me in my house and my family being left to their own devices. I sure hope this peace sticks forever." Stan says to himself as he enjoys his quiet afternoon,until he heard the rough knocking on the door. He decided to ignore it as he figured it was probably some dumb gnomes trying to get in and steal food again plus he was busy watching the good part where Duchess sues Count Lionel for killing her new husband. But the knocking persisted. He then groans in annoyance as he walked up to the door to answer it as neither the kids nor his brother were around to answer with them being busy having fun elsewhere. To his surprise,Fiddleford Mcgucket was at his door. He tried to not act happy about the southern man finally reaching out after those painful years of watching him lose himself. "What's your business here,Hick?. Tell me now or i'll shut the door on your freakishly long nose." Stan asks as the hillbilly looked at him with his big bright eyes and charming smile while he lightly blushed,the con man almost vomiting from the fact that the southerner STILL makes him feel this way even after how much he hurt him. "Ah just wanted to see Stanferd' so i could show him my new plans for creating a trapping device fer anomalies. And i.. want to talk to you." Fiddleford explains as he stared at the former grifter expectantly. "Ford's not here,Mcgucket. He's chasing some new moth species in the forest. Get lost." Stan says in frustration,not wanting to face his ex despite how his gut tells him that he absolutely needs to and even yearns to. Fidds isn't offended by the man's harshness in the slightest. As based on the things he recollected about the con's behavior through the kids telling him stories about him,he was always a grump who often avoided being "sappy" unless he couldn't take it anymore. "Well fine. I know how bad ya feel about our.. separation,darlin'. Stanferd' has been telling me about your guilt and how bad you took the heartbreak lately ever since he found out about our relationship. If ya really want me to leave again,i understand. Yer probably not ready to talk yet anyway-." Fiddleford remarks as he then tries to walk away,only for the swindler to grab him by the wrist. "Damnit Ford. I can't believe he told you even when i explicitly told him to NOT tell you anything about my pathetic moping over the break up. And uhhh,you can stay. I.. want to talk too." Stan replied as he opened the door a bit wider to let the hillbilly in as Fiddleford enters the building while the con guided him to the kitchen where they can discuss their relationship more comfortably. Stan sat in his chair while Fiddleford sat at the chair in front of him. "So what do you have to say for yourself?. After making me go through that dumb memory gun 'experiment',which was just an excuse to rope me into your problems." Stan says bitterly,leaving out the part where he heavily grieved the southern man after he lost his sanity in the final moments of the memory tapes before the car crash occurred. "Ah never meant to force you into anything back then. You were completely willing to help at first despite you being annoyed at having to be the camera man." Fiddleford explains as he watched the man shift uncomfortably in his seat.
"Well what about the part where you left me after that car crash and made ME fix the portal while i tried to avoid your cult mess?." Stan remarks as he balled his fists in anger while his hands are placed on the table,wanting to retaliate at the hillbilly for making him hurt for so long yet he doesn't as part of him still deeply cares about the nerd. "I- Ah wasn't in my right mind back then and i figured that the entire world was against me with my slipping sanity as well as paranoia. I had to leave,Stanley or else i wouldn't have held onto the sliver of peace i kept before i fully lost mah mind." Fiddleford says as he looked at the man in guilt,but then Stan banged his fist on the table as he couldn't take it anymore. He needed the hillbilly to know how bad he hurt him.
"YOUR peace?. What about me?,huh?. With the little sanity you had during that time,didn't you once think about how much your little memory gun fiasco affected ME?!. YOUR PARTNER?!. Don't you get it,Fiddlesticks?. You HURT me. You left me to suffer from your dwindling mental state and THEN you abandoned me last minute when your mind couldn't take it anymore,leaving ME to cover up all evidence of YOUR insane cult from the house. I spent those days of memory gun testing watching my beloved southern nerd,the person most important to me at the time,destroy himself with a damn memory erasing ray while you never even called or talked to me about what you were going through before you got into that cult." Stan exclaims as he started crying angry tears as Fiddleford gasps in disbelief at his reaction. "Stanley,hun. Ah had no choice!. Ah had no choice but to leave or else you would've been roped in deeper into my problems. I couldn't reach out because i felt like clawing mah skull with every memory erasure!. Do ya know how hard it was to keep it together while knowin' full well that the gun was ruining me?!." Fiddleford says in slight annoyance over the con not considering how he felt at the time. "No no YOU don't understand. Do you know how hard it was for ME,to see your unhinged bastard self everyday while knowing full well that i couldn't talk to you about what happend with your empty noggin?!. I spent half of my life thinking that it was my fault,Fiddleford. I kept thinking that i was the reason why you went back to using that damned gun,i hated myself for never talking about our issues which lead to you using the memory gun with our every argument. Something i didn't know was actually ruining your brilliant mind with every use." Stan explains as he kept crying,more out of sadness and hurt this time instead of rage. "I did everything for you. I protected you from monsters,i made dinner for you even when i was used to living off of granola bars and couldn't cook for shit,i comforted you every time you had nightmares about Ford coming back to hurt you for quitting the project. Yet you still subjected me to that memory gun shit,and you left me despite everything we've been through together. Heh. Every time i get attached to someone,they always leave me in the end. Whether it's Ford,my old heist buddies Jorge and Rico,or you." Stan remarks bitterly as tears fell on his chest while he kept bawling from the horrible heartbreak as Fiddleford took a guilty glance at him,as he never knew how bad his dwindling sanity affected the man until now. "I.. Stanley. I'm so sorry. I- I had no idea that what i did hurt you that much. I never meant to hurt you,i just made a lot of regrettable decisions and my past arguments with you were just the catalyst. It was never your fault,the blame is all on me. I didn't mean to make you suffer with my problems,i sincerely apologize and i feel terrible for doing all of that to you without realizing how much it hurt ya." Fiddleford explains as he expresses genuine regret for his actions,but the con turns his back on him and refuses to accept his apology. "Sorry won't reverse the unimaginable amount of heartbreak you gave me." Stan says in slight annoyance,as he has accepted the man's apology but he's still angry at him for never explaining himself until 30 years have passed.
"Will this change yer mind?." Fiddleford replied as he then kissed the con straight on the mouth as he placed a light peck on his grifter's lips,the man blushing as he pulled away while leaving the man dumbfounded as Stan laughed from being tickled by the hillbilly's trimmed beard. "Ahahahaha! Fidds,your beard made my mouth feel funny." Stan remarks as he smiled at the hillbilly slyly looked at him. "But ah thought you were still mad at me?~." Fiddleford says as he blushes while staring at the con with pure love in his eyes. "I'm not anymore. Now that you gave me that long overdue apology and that great kiss~." Stan replied as he then kisses the southern nerd again,giving him a longgg slobbery smooch as the saliva connecting their lips breaks soon after he pulls away. "Ah missed yer kisses,and that adorable laugh." Fiddleford says as he smiled at the con,with Stan smiling back as he finally got his nerd back. All he wanted was to hear the man apologize,and get his hillbilly back instead of constantly seeing that empty mindless and insane husk that he became everyday,and he got both in one fateful afternoon. "I missed ya too,Fiddlesticks. I'm so glad to have you back. And we have plenty of time to make up for lost time before the kids come over to pester us about our relationship." Stan remarks as he then looked at the nerd with adoring eyes. "I'd like that. But first,let me hold you again like i always did. C'mere." Fiddleford replied as he gestures for the con to come over,which he obliges as he let himself get tightly embraced by the taller elder as he started crying tears of joy as he hasn't had felt the warm touch of his nerd in years (someone help this touch starved man). Fiddleford then winces in guilt as he thought he messed up again. "Hey,what's wrong?. Why are ya cryin' again?." Fiddleford asks as he kept gently holding his grifter in his arms. "N-Nothing. It's just- I haven't felt your warm embrace in such a long time. I'm so happy to feel it again." Stan replied as he smiled at his nerd while Fiddleford sighs in relief. "And am' glad to hold ya again. C'mere,darlin'." Fiddleford says as he then grabbed the man by the shirt collar as he lightly made out with him,with both of them blushing deeply as Fidds gently caressed his con man's face. Stan smiled through the kiss as he realized that he'll finally get to spend the rest of his life with the southern nerd he adores as he makes up for the time that the memory gun robbed from him.
(yes, I finally showed up. no, this will probably not be consistent at all.)
He stares across the bar curiously, letting Hen talk up the man to him.
“Best guy in the business,” she states. “If there’s an advertisment account, he’s got it. Nike’s four billion dollars last year? Tommy.”
Evan nods. Sometimes he’s baffled that Hen works for a women’s magazine, but she definitely has the lock on medical procedures better than anyone else he knows.
“And you think he’s good for this,” he asks. He twirls his beer, although he’s still locked on the gorgeous man feet away.
“He’s queer,” Hen counters. “Conventionally good looking. What more do you need? It’s not like you’re trying to marry him.”
True, Evan thinks. I’m trying to send your life up in flames.
(aka, part 1 of bucktommy How To Lose A Guy In 10 Days AU)
Could we see a drabble of what would have happened if Valeria rescued Quill when he was broken but lucid?
Here you are!!
@hollowgast1
Valeria holds her bow firmly in one hand, her knife gripped in the other, ready for a trap behind the door. She pushes it open and darts back, braced, but no attack comes.
She peers inside, easily able to see in the darkness with her catlike vision, and she stalks down the stairs, freezing at a sudden sound.
Quill freezes, so still he’s holding his breath. He strains his ears when he catches the slight sound outside the door, pulse rising as he fears Vera’s return.
He hears the door fly open and he flinches sharply, curling tight against the corner of his cage. She must be angry at him, and that never bodes well.
Footsteps grew louder as they headed down the stairs.
Valeria eyes the cage at the back of the room. It looks like it's made of wooden boards, not metal, and that's a new development from Vera.
The slats obscure most details of the occupant, and Valeria creeps closer, trying to get a better look.
She’s mad, she’s mad, she’s mad, Quill played on repeat, tending as he prepared for the cage to be unlocked and for him to be grabbed roughly.
As she gets closer, Valeria realizes she knows this man, and that reveal is a particular slap to the face.
Then she scoffs, hopping easily up on top of the crate and glaring down at its occupant.
Quill shrinks when he hears the boots right outside his cage, but then the weight is on top of the cage, not outside it, and he can see the face better.
That’s…not Vera.
Oh God.
He tortured Valeria. Her mother is his captor. If she…if– Could she be just as bad as her mom? Was she worse?
She gives a dark, bitter laugh.
"Finally on the wrong side of the chains, huh handsome?" She asks him, rage barely contained.
He’s too terrified to even respond. Quill can feel his limbs trembling, his legs still nothing but a mess of agony and blood. He ducks his head and hides beneath his slightly overgrown hair, closing his eyes. He doesn’t want to see the same look Vera has in Valeria’s eyes.
He hugs his knees to his chest tighter and stays quiet.
"What, nothing to say? I thought you loved to listen to yourself talk." The words are biting, and she slides off the cage and idly glances around the room.
He registers the unspoken command a moment later.
She wants to hear you speak, dumbass.
“I’m s-sorry,” he whispers for a lack of anything better to say. The command was vague and leaves too much room for error. She’s good at this.
She scoffs a laugh.
"You're sorry?" her disbelief is clear.
Then she shrugs.
"Whatever. Where's Flashflood?"
She knows she can't leave him here... but *he* doesn’t need to know that yet, right?
“I- I don’t know. I swear, I don’t,” Quill says quietly, shifting. His eyes absently seek out the spaces between the bars of his cage, looking for other moving figures in case Vera is in that room somewhere and he hasn’t noticed.
She mutters under her breath, and heads back towards the door, ignoring the guilt that scolds her.
He tortured her for his own amusement. Why shouldn't she let him sweat a bit? Besides, for all she knows, he's faking it.
Quill watches her go, dread building with every step she takes away from him.
She hasn’t hurt him yet. Any hell has to be better than this one.
He scrambles up as much as he can, still hunched and curled, and paws against the bars closest to her.
“Val– Valeria! Please,” he says brokenly. “P-please, wait.”
She turns to look at him, raising an eyebrow, and circles back towards him, stopping in front of him.
Quill swallows shakily, eyes dropping to the floor. He can’t meet her gaze.
"What do you want?" She asks him, anger suddenly fading, leaving her body cold and her voice soft.
He shivers at the sound of her voice.
He doesn’t know what he wants.
Yes, he does, he’s just too afraid to ask for it.
“Please…please don’t leave me here…” he whispers, flinching away as he anticipates a strike.
Valeria crouches, unlocking the cage, ready for him to lash out as she pulls the door open.
When no strike comes, she sits back on her heels and gets a better look at his injuries, stomach knotting.
Quill can’t help but accidentally glance at her face when she lowers herself.
He winces, pushing himself back, and waits for her first command. He hasn’t expected her to grant his request, which means he needs to behave perfectly to make up for it.
She winces as she takes in the damage to his legs, pity warring with anger and dragging it under. She slowly, cautiously puts her hand on his cheek, checking for fever... and trying to show the compassion she'd so badly wanted when she was the one hurting.
At his hands.
She swallows, but doesn't pull her hand away.
Quill closes his eyes and lets himself lean into it. He’s never felt a touch like this before.
Valeria absently rubs her thumb over his cheekbone.
