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Synopsis: Two women. Two worlds. One borrowed body — and a mystery neither of them understands. Characters: Sylus x Non-MC!reader, MC. Will add more later. Warnings: hurt/comfort, angst. eventual fluff, alternate worlds, body swap, A/N: pacing is reeeaaaallyyyy slooooow.

Part 2

There wasn't anything special about you. You just lived quietly, working with the cards that the life had dealt you. a simple primary school teacher. You loved your job, truly. seeing your pupils achieving something was filling your chest with warmth.

Of course there were bad days, where everything just felt wrong. your amazing pupils were behaving differently, their parents demanding things from you that were definitely not in your power to give. On such days you were quietly crying in your pillow, because you had no one to talk to.

Sure, you had a few friends, but you felt like you were constantely complaining to them. so you usually kept quiet. silently listening to your friends as they talked about everything.

Your life was simple, quiet, predictable. until it was not. The day started as usual. You woke up, skipping breakfast and rushing to work. until everything started crumbling. Children just refused to listen to you, no matter how hard you tried to focus them during the lessons. When you sent children home and was about to leave the school, one of the parents called you and screamed at you because their precious baby returned home with a hole in their's puffer jacket. the parent didn't want to hear your explanation that the child probably was playing outside after school had ended and somehow tore his puffer jacket.

On the way from work you slipped and sprained your ankle. So when you finally returned home you were overwhelemed and on the verge of crying. You went through your evening routine just waiting for your day to be over. You didn't even want to talk to your friends because you would definitely cry. And you hated crying in front of anyone. You finally slumped on your bed, crawling under the soft blanket. Bitterness bubbled in your chest as you thought about going to work tomorrow with a sprained ankle and trying to keep up with a whole class of energetic kids. Your school was really understaffed so there was no one to cover for you for a few days.

With a heavy sigh you closed your eyes and immediately fell asleep. You jolted awake when you realised that the light was seeping through the curtains but you haven't heard your alarm. Not a single one out of the five you set. Did you oversleep? Adrenaline coursed through your veins as you jumped out of the bed and froze. You blinked once, twice. Looked around you. Shut your eyes tight, counted to ten and opened them again. That was not your room. You looked around trying to find your phone and glasses or any of your things. but everything looked unfamiliar. You felt dread creeping up your spine. Where were you? How did you end up here? What if you weren't alone? You strained your ears trying to hear if someone else was there. But you only heard the sounds of the city outside the window and a soft ticking of a clock.

Gathering your courage you slowly stepped out of the bedroom and entered a spacious living room, decorated with a light-colored furniture, and tall windows almost covering the whole wall. And was that a holographic projection on them? You felt dizziness and turned away from the windows. You didn't notice a crow sitting outside and looking intently at you. You stumbled through the apartment looking for the bathroom. In the back of your mind you noted that your sprained ankle wasn't hurting anymore. and you saw everything clearly even though you didn't have your glasses, but you pushed the thought aside.

Finally finding the bathroom (that was much bigger than your own) you leaned on the sink and splashed cold water on your face. Then you looked up in the mirror in front of you and screamed. An unfamiliar face was staring back at you, her mouth opened in a silent scream. You hand snapped to your face, covering your mouth. the person in the mirror did the same.

Panic washed over you, your heart beating out of you chest. You slumped on the floor next to the sink. Your mind was struggling to keep up with everything. Tough day at work, sprained ankle and now this. A tight knot that was coiling in your chest finally bursted and a strangled sob left your lips. Then another one. The dam was broken, unable to withstand the swirling emotions. You wailed, lying on the cold tiles of someone else's bathroom, with a face that was not your own. Confused and scared You wailed until your tears dried up and you passed out from exhaustion.

Yyour alarm ringed loudly. You groggily opened your eyes, mind still dazed with sleep. Until the memories flooded you. Your eyes snapped open and you immediately squinted trying to see your surroundings. Your hand reached for your glasses on the bedside table. You put them on and finally could see clearly. That was undoubtedly your room. You grabbed you phone and turned on the front camera. You looked like yourself, just frightened.

Another alarm ringed and you finally glanced at the time, realising that you slept through three alarms. All thoughts vanished from your mind as you rushed through your morning routine, wincing as your sprained ankle reminded of itself, and went to work. The routine of your life quickly returned and you chalked your strange experience to a tricks of an exhausted mind and vivid dreaming. your life was normal again. predictable.

While yes, there are aspects where they balance each other out, and I myself talk about them from time to time, and talk about how those things support their relationship - I think it's also a major part of their interactions that no, they're not that different.

They're both little shits that enjoy some mean for mean's sake, because yes, Hinata and Kageyema are galaxy level stupid and it's funny. At the same time, they're both well-behaved boys that, ultimately, do respect their elders, Japanese school sports culture-appropriately, and never get in trouble. They're both nerds from prep class that end up getting a decent college degree and stable, "normal" jobs right next to their hometown.

They both seem to be introverts, or at the very least, are enough of asocial losers to spend most of their free time with just the one close friend they can be around without social anxiety oozing out of their pores.

Neither are dream big types by any means, having, at best, realistic outlook on their own abilities; they're "normal people" who just happen to be in one room with these weirdo geniuses, they "know their place" so to say and won't go for a bigger bite than they can chew.

The way I see it, these things are a huge part of them being so close, as well. They can both appreciate the random ramblings and the thoughtful silence. They both appreciate the respect for unvoiced boundaries and being given space for the most part, as well as being bluntly told "as it is" when needed. They share the feeling of wanting to stay in your lane - in a good way, not because you're stalling or stagnating, but because even with all the needed growth and change, you just know that's where you belong and you love it for what it is.

thank you so much for feeding the Mother Miranda loving community theres not nearly enough content 😭 and your stuff is top tier

omgomgomg I'm so glad you like it so much!!! (this is my first request ever and I'm so excited!) I'm not the best with fluff (especially with MM), but I gave it my best.

Mother Miranda x reader (oneshot)

Word Count: 820 (we love a short queen).

Thank you for the ask!! I hope I did this hodgepodge of our shared favorite characters justice!!

[ 🧩 ]ㅤ.ㅤ what’s a truth about themselves they refuse to admit ?

Andy - going with silly, I think she a little bit regrets naming her son Huckleberry: or she does at least once the first time someone gives him grief about it--but she doubles down and never admits it. For some reason, my brain settled down on the headcanon that maternal Grandpa Huck had Huckleberry as a last name and not a first name (or perhaps even as a backhanded epithet calling him a rube in his business of choice that he eventually excelled in, making it instead a badge of honor and contributing to why Andy was so insistent on it as a name).

Amy - I think a part of her that she pushes down over and over and over again, is worried about ending up alone. I think you can read Amy as a lesbian or straight (or bi or even ace) and still have this be a deep fear she has about herself and that she wouldn't be okay if that were the case. Again, not even thinking romantically, I think we see her build and burn bridges across the seasons and I think she will never admit to herself that she is afraid there is a future where she miscalculates and winds up with only coworkers and political allies and no close friends and confidantes. I don't think that would ever happen and I don't think she would ever have it as a conscious fear.

Toby - Is it gauche to hone in on 'you're too sad for me?' I think at the end of 4.22, Zoey's kidnapping is the nail in the coffin on the sad/pragmatic vs. joyful/unprepared debate. At the end of the episode, I feel Sorkin's writing is supposed to tell us that narratively, Toby is correct to be sad, because that's his tragedy but it's the "tragedy of his intellect," and that intellectualism to Sorkin has more worth than happiness. With that, I've always wanted Toby, at least once, to wish he could simply stop being the way he is and that his pessimism could stop being a part of him. I feel like it's antithetical to most of his characterization, but that kind of deviation is tantalizing. Plus I think the self-aware tortured artist is a little played out. There's more to this, specifically with his leak arc, that I have to finish my rewatch on before I feel I could confidently articulate.

[ 🌧️ ]ㅤ. ㅤis there a pain they refuse to heal from ?

CJ - In the context of the show, I think CJ deliberately never engages with the absence of her mother in her life and lets that scar fester to continue to feel something. I envision CJ as someone who kept busy from childhood on so as to not feel her feelings and avoided her stepmothers with activities as she could (always asking her dad or siblings to drive her to activities before she got her license) or fought with them outright in a way that kept the scar rancid. I think when she and Danny have their kid in canon, she continues to use being busy as an excuse for so long. I think it's only at least two presidential terms post-canon (perhaps when the kid is about eight or nine) that she thinks about therapy or even sitting deliberately with her feelings without a distraction to actually grieve her mom.

(also this post isn't comprehensive, and if you've got anything to add on, be my guest)

Cw: Drowning

He couldn't breathe. That's the first thing he noticed. The second thing was that his clothes were wet. His muscles burned and his lungs ached.

What was happening? Where was he?

And why was it so cold?

Villain didn't dare open his eyes. He didn't want to know where he was.

The last thing he remembered was his warm, dry home. A small apartment at the edge of the city.

So how and why was he here? He didn't recall leaving, especially considering the mess he was in. Why would he leave his hiding place and risk getting captured?

Or maybe... had they found him? No, impossible.

You always was fascinated with any kind of floral. Didn’t matter where it was from or what kind, flowers always peeled your interest. You had recently went to Romania for a college school trip to learn more about the country, and while you was fascinated by the different architectures you was more interested in the local floral and plants.

And that’s how you found yourself deep in the forest in a flower field. The sun was basking its sunlight on your skin as you picked up a purple flower bringing it to your face as you inhaled your scent. Beneath your skin you could feel the kaleidoscope rustle in excitement. You was always different from the others, being that you could turn into butterflies at any given time. You weren’t sure why or how you was able to do it, your parents avoiding the question every time. It took awhile for you to come to terms that you was just like this.

You continued to walk through the large field as picking up flowers and making a small flower crown. Placing it on top of your head you smile feeling euphoria washing over you. Suddenly you was snapped out of your little happy bubble when you heard a buzzing noise in your ears. You flinch as a greenish fly flies past you, nipping at your ear a bit. Odd. You swat at the fly before trying to resume your previous task when the fly comes again, this time two more following after. These were different than the first one with one being reddish orange and the other a golden yellow. All three fly around you as you grow irritated.

“Shoo.” You say making a shooing motion with your hands.

“Well that’s not very nice.” A sultry voice comes from behind you causing you to jump dropping the flowers you’ve picked. Whipping around you come face to face with a black hooded woman, her face half covered by the hood but you could still make out the lower half. Her mouth was covered in seemingly fresh blood as a few drops fell onto the ground. Instinctively you take a few steps back feeling your heart race and anxiety slowly rise.

Giggling the mysterious woman tales a step forward, streaks of red hair rolling down the side of face. “Don’t be scared, we just want to play with you.” She coos.

We?

“That’s right Dani.” A new voice chimes in to your side as you jump seeing a swarm of golden coated flies form to another woman, this time you could see her hair was a deep brown. Her eyes were crazed as they bore into yours, like a panther stalking prey.

“I saw her first! I get to claim her first!” The redhead says to the other woman pouting. This cause the brunette to roll her eyes, “Mother said we had to share Daniela.” She spoke in annoyance sparking an argument between the two. Taking this opportunity to back away from them keeping your eyes on them until you was at a safe distance to run off. However you soon backed into something as arms wrap around you and a small knife pressed into your throat.

“Going somewhere little one?” A voice asks chuckling as the blade presses deeper into your skin. The two other women quickly cease their arguing turning to look at the new arrival. “Bela, we thought you were too busy to join us?” The brunette asks raising an eyebrow. A harsh scoff could be heard behind you but you were too scared to turn around to see your new assaulter.

“Be lucky I am here, you two idiots almost let the prey escape.” She growls out. Approaching you the brunette grabs a hold of your chin tilting it up. “What a pretty little thing, mother would like her.” She comments studying your face. You tremble as tears well up at the corner of yours. What do they want with you? You have done nothing wrong or do you thought.

“They don’t look like they’re from here, perhaps a foreigner?” The woman holding you ponders out loud.

“Let’s keep them!” The redhead piped up from behind the brunette.

Keep you?

“Please let me go, I haven’t done anything.” You begged as tears fell from your face. This only cause the tall women to laugh. You finally realized your current situation; you was all alone in the woods of a foreign country surrounded by three women who were not only taller than you by a couple feet but also wielding weapons. You couldn’t even pull your phone out to try to call for help since there was no signal and you was wedged between two of them. There was another option to get out of this though you’ll just…

“Tell you what foreigner, we’ll play a game of tag. If you win you’ll be free to go, but if we win…” the brunette grins sadistically and your heart drops.

“Cassandra are you serious right now? It’s getting late and mother will be expecting us soon.” The voice of the woman holding you replies, her hot breath on your neck.

“Don’t be such a bore Bela!” The brunette named Cassandra says. “It’s no fun just taking them.” She smirks at you as your heart drops further down to your stomach. Hearing an annoyed sigh the woman you presumed was Bela lets you go. “Very well, it has been awhile since we had a decent chase. And I do so love hearing their heartbeat race.” She coos and you finally was able to turn to look at her. Similar to the others she wore a black hoodie that concealed half of her face albeit her mouth, which was also covered in blood. Her hair was og platinum gold that could be seen in the corners. With all three women staring at you with cold twisted yellow eyes you felt even more uncomfortable.

“Now we will count to ten to give you a head start.” Cassandra says grinning revealing whitish yellow teeth. You gulp before taking off further into the forest without a word, no point trying to negotiate with them.

“10”

You crash through the forest not caring which direction or path you was taking. All you was concerned with is putting as much distance between you and the women as far as possible.

“9”

You could hear your heart racing as you push through bushes and branches. You yelp as a thorn brush sticks to your jeans as you tug free, a few rips appearing.

“8”

Soon you come across a small rolling creek and you quickly grab handfuls of water splashing yourself with it. Maybe this will mask your scent a bit. Getting back up you cross over continuing to run.

“7”

You felt you was even more lost than before. The forest felt endless as more trees and shrubs stretched out from miles away. Pulling out your phone you check your signal; nothing.

“6”

Was you going to die out here? Even if you did somehow got away from those women you don’t know how to find your way back to the city. These were random thoughts that flooded your mind in your state of panic. You couldn’t hear the women but you knew they would soon start looking for soon.

“5”

You was growing tired of using your feet so you start exploding into your kaleidoscope swarm flying further into the forest. A variety of butterflies filled the forest as you moved as one at higher speed. You didn’t want to use up all your energy in this form, thinking it would be best to preserve it.

“4”

You slowly form back daring a single glance behind you. But there was no one behind you. Still you kept running debating if you should climb a tree. You decide against it not wanting to potentially hinder yourself.

“3”

You get snagged again by a tree branch ripping your shirt a bit. This gives you an idea as you take off the rest of your shirt and tossing it onto the branch leaving you only in your bra.

“2”

You press yourself against the tree taking a chance to rest your human body. Covering your mouth trying to conceal your breathing you looked around expecting any of the hooded women to appear.

“1”

Cackles could be heard throughout the forest as the three hooded women surge through the forest, excited about the hunt. They follow their prey’s scent until they came to the small creek as the scent was more weaker here. They were confused at first before realizing what you must have done. “What a clever little minx.” Cassandra croons as she swarms over the creek in pursuit, the others behind her. She loved someone who could challenge her, it’s better than the previous prey they have chased.

Meanwhile you had went back to running having heard the women. You needed to find help or somewhere you could hide that they couldn’t think to look. Behind you heard a branch crack. Was that them? Had they already found you? You didn’t want to stay and find out. Eventually you come to a screeching halt on a cliff leading down to a long drop. It was so steep it almost looked endless making your stomach churn at the mere thought of falling.

“Looks like you’re trapped, morsel.” A singsong voice comes from behind you and you turn seeing the three women swarming. In their hands were bloodied sickles in their gloves hands. They were giggling hysterically as they realized you had no where else to go. Or that’s what they thought.

You glance back behind you noticing across the cliff was another part of the forest. You could easily fly across. A giggle makes you whip around as the brunette starts walking towards you.

“Let’s end this now, sisters. Before she take their own life.” She says before lunging towards you sickle raised. Just as she was about to reach you burst into your kaleidoscope as butterflies swarm around the women before flying across the cliff towards the other side. When you finally reached the other end you become one once more taking a single glance at the women before running off once more.

The women made no intention to continue to chase, too stunned at what has happened to fully comprehend that you were gone. Did that really happen?

“She’s…like us.” The redhead says softly looking at where you once were.

Without saying anything the three women started to head home, not before coming upon your shirt that you tossed up on the branch. Cassandra grabs it and grips it in her fist. A memoir to remember you by.

All three girls return to the castle with less enthusiasm as they sit in front of the window gazing out to the forest longingly, hoping that they come upon you again

The one who turns into butterflies