#( cuddles. ) ‘‘ what doesn't kill us makes us stronger ! ’’

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Dating the Slytherin boys (+ Harry) ▪ HEADCANONS

Requested: No

Characters: Mattheo Riddle, Tom Riddle, Theodore Nott, Draco Malfoy, Blaise Zabini, Regulus Black, Harry Potter (+ y/n)

Warnings: NSFW mentions, English is not my first language

A/N: I'm not sure I like this but here we go. However I have to say I like Regulus' one so I might turn his version into a one shot one day (when uni won't be killing me slowly). This will include also the pre-dating/flirting stage as well. SORRY FOR THE TYPOS. Comments and feedback are always appreciated. Enjoy! ^^

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Mattheo Riddle:

His feelings for you probably confused him at first 

If he falls first, he either won’t let you know or will do everything to get your attention (‘Hey, y/n, come sit here, the seat is free!”, “y/n, do you mind helping me with homework for Snape? I can’t bloody do it”, “How about we go to Hogsmeade, just you and me?”, “you look beautiful, y/n”)

Your love for him always calms him when he gets anxious or when he’s upset, especially after his father comes back

Will tell you things he never told anyone

Would rather spend time with you than with his friends

Is terrified something will happen to you because of his father 

VERY jealous, but trusts you

Despite easily getting angry, he can’t get mad at you. Even during arguments 

LOVES sleeping in your arms or when you just hold him

He's crazy about your body

Loves showering with you, and we both know how it often ends

HOT, passionate sex

Will randomly eat you out without expecting anything in return (doesn't mind if you return the favor, though)

100% calls you "baby" or "love" all the time

Doesn’t care about what anyone thinks of him as long as you love him

Your love makes him feel lighter and stronger

You're his whole world

Feels bad when he hears someone criticize you for dating him 

Always makes sure you don’t overwork yourself, and makes sure you get enough sleep, water and food, and comforts you when you're anxious

Holds your hands when he's anxious or stressed

Will listen to anything you have to say 

Crazy about your perfume

Theodore Nott:

Struggles to express his love or feelings in general, at least in the beginning 

Has never done serious relationships before, and it may cause some trouble in your relationship, as you end up believing he doesn’t care about you

It causes many fights, and the last one will be the first time he says ‘I love you’

Always goes to you for comfort 

Loves sleeping with you in his arms/on his laps, or cuddling, and with time he can’t sleep without you

Loves watching you sleep 

Loves having you on his lap

Always gets you great gifts (even randomly)

“Well, it thought it was pretty, and…it reminded me of you.”

Will fight any guy who is rude to you or acts like a creep 

Very jealous (trusts you, doesn’t trust others)

Doesn’t mind PDA at all, will gladly hold your hand or kiss you in public

Always has a hand on your waist or around your shoulders 

Very supportive in everything you do, even when he doesn’t understand it/isn’t really interested in it

Isn’t very good with comforting people (mostly because he's not used to it), but will hold you and listen to you as long as you need, can even give you advice/reassurance 

Every compliment/'I love you' you say melts his heart and means much more to him than he shows, same goes for anything you do for him

Loves doing fun things, even if it’s just throwing snowballs at each other during winter (which ends in loving kisses, just savouring the joy of being together)  

Love getting in a pool with you and playing "childish" games during summer

Any form of intimacy means A LOT to him 

He's used to hooks up and "fucking" but it takes him a bit of time to have sex with you (despite being crazy about you and your body) because you mean everything to him and with you it's really making love instead of just "fucking"

The first time is loving and slow yet passionnate (eye contact at all times, hands holding, desperate kisses from him), and it gets a bit rougher and passionate the next times (but aftercare, which he isn't used to, is always on point and keeps getting better)

Is secretly very insecure, and is terrified you will leave him (especially for another “better” guy) 

Craves your touch and your love but won’t admit it

His boggart is probably you being dead alongside his mother

Will tell you sweets things in Italian

Very clingy in private - and also in public with time

With you he learns to be happier and discovers a happier side of himself he didn't know he had

Loves you much more than he actually shows at first 

Will often say you're all he has (and means it)

But with time, you have no reason to doubt his love and he’s the perfect boyfriend

Blaise Zabini:

Probably will court you like the gentleman he is

He doesn’t trust people easily and might be a little distant (while always polite and kind) in the early stages of your relationship 

But with time he becomes very warm and smiles a lot

Always kisses the top of your hand or your forehead 

Doesn’t do much PDA except for holding hands and kisses on your forehead

However in private he’ll 100% cuddle you and hold you

Dates in parks or restaurants  

Get you flowers at least once a month

Will always defend you against others 

One of his love languages is acts of service

Lorenzo Berkshire:

You either were friends before dating or he fell in love with you at first sight, there is no in between

Takes you on fun dates (arcade, funfair, theme parks) 

Can be shy at the beginning, which will make it a bit hard for him to talk about how he feels about you

Movie nights where you two eats lots of snacks and sweets while cuddling 

Always smiles when you enter a room

So supportive 

Loves when you're on his lap

He has no problem with PDA

Quickly willing to meet your family if you agree

He’s a great listener and mostly gives good advices 

Loves taking naps with you 

Always makes you sure you get enough sleep, water and food

Won’t let you get yourself into dangerous situations

Loves to go anywhere with you, no matter the activity and even if he just follows you around 

Many pet names

If you're Muggleborn or grew up among Muggles, he will totally ask you questions about the muggle world

Passionnate sex, will get rough if he hasn't seen you in a long time or if it's angry sex after he got jealous

His aftercare is the best, and he's always thankful you trust him enough to have that form of intimacy with him

Draco Malfoy:

Won’t flirt at first with you but keeps wanting your attention

Tries to seduce you with expensive gifts, and is a bit taken aback when you say he doesn’t work

Continues to get you gifts, but will make sure they match your interests/tastes, and keeps expensive gifts for your birthdays and Christmas (even though he’d like to get them all year for you) 

At first he doesn't show any weakness in your presence

With you he’ll learn patience and to focus of more positive things, and also to stand up to his father

Takes you on dates every chance he gets

Will ditch his friends to spend time with you

Probably makes Crabbe and Goyle carry your bags or do things for you

So proud to be dating you, it might even make him more arrogant

Gets grumpy when jealous but after a kiss on the cheek he’s back to his normal self 

Will invite you to his home and write you nearly everyday during holidays

Hates it when Harry or any Gryffindor boy tries to talk to you

Surprisingly has no problem with PDA

Loves when you come to see him play during Quidditch matches

Tom Riddle:

Oh boy

It started with him admiring/watching you from afar, for a reason he can’t understand

SUPER confused by what he feels for you and why

Will probably try to get closer to you through homework or through books if he sees you read one

Will know everything about you, and will secretly follow you, saving you if you’re in danger with you never knowing who saved you

Crazy about your perfume, so much so that it makes him steal one of your clothes just to be able to smell it anytime he wants

After a while, he’ll spend most of his time with you without ever admitting he likes it

Will probably let you know his feelings for you after he cast a spell on a guy for being a creep with you 

Won’t let another man touch you

Will ask Mattheo for advice to be better or to make you fall in love with him

Will do your homework without hesitation, even if he pretends that he hates it, and will leave explanations so you understand his answers/his work

No PDA except for holding hands or your hand under his arm, but will make sure to stay close to you at all times 

Is a surprisingly good listener 

VERY jealous, but surprisingly isn’t mad or suspicious at you

“Did you enjoy having his attention? Do you wish for me to show you how my attention is better?” 

He doesn't stress over homework or stuff like that, so he finds it ridiculous when you do (learns with time to be more understanding)

Will let flowers in your room with a note on it

Pretends to not care about the gifts you get him for his birthday or Christmas but it actually means so much to him as no one ever got him any gifts before 

Nothing the others say about him gets to him, but he gets angry when he hears someone say that you deserve better than him

Is secretly insecure about his background and the fact that he’s poor, and thinks you deserve better 

As Voldemort: Might be torn between continuing his goals for power or spending a simple life with you; is aware you’ll leave him if he gets on a darker path 

As Voldemort’s son: would do everything to protect you from his father, and if he’s forced to get the Dark Mark, he will makes sure you don’t know 

Possessive kisses 

Would hurt anyone who does you wrong

Borrows money from Draco to take you on dates or to get you gifts, as he feels like you deserve the nicest things, even though you keep telling him his mere presence is enough

May feel a little bit guilty that he can’t properly show you his love like “normal” boyfriends do 

Won’t admit it but considers you the only good thing in his life, and if he ever lost you he’d get on a dark path

Won’t cuddle at first, but if you wake up first you’ll find him sleeping close to you, with at least one of his hands touching you

Always notices when you don’t eat, sleep or drink enough

You’re the first (and only) person he will feel romantic love for

He has a bit of sexual experience before, but with you it's completely different - once you guys have sex for the first time, he becomes obsessed with your body and how it makes him feel

Loves fingering you

"You like it, dove?"

Even if you guys don’t work out, he won’t ever be with somebody else 

Would ask your parents for you hand in marriage, but honestly it's just out of politeness, the only answer that matters to him is yours

Regulus Black:

Like Blaise, he was raised the old fashioned way

Acts coldly towards everyone except you, his tone and eyes gets warmer and kinder when talking/looking at you, and you’re the only person he’ll smile at

You were his best (and only) friend and he has been in love with you for years

He hides his feelings very well, but one day you start dating someone else (thinking Regulus doesn’t share your feelings) but he can’t bear it and confesses his feelings

Always defends you

He’ll take you on restaurants or picnics dates, always bringing flowers

Mostly fine with PDA (holding hands, hands on your waist)

Thinks he’s very lucky to have you

Probably already starts thinking of marrying you during your last year at Hogwarts 

A bit jealous, but can’t stand it when Sirius tries to talk to you

Will gladly do your homework with/for you

Loves it when you sleep in each other’s arms, loves feeling you close

Loves it when you call him “Reggie” (only you is allowed to)

Will literally do everything you ask him to

You’re everything to him

Can’t stay away from you for long

Will get worried if you’re five minutes late

Always calls you “sweetheart” or “love”/”my love” 

Slow, romantic sex most of the time but sometimes he needs to be rougher

Thanks to you he’ll feel lighter and he will become kinder

You’ll even make him change his views on blood purity and stand up to his parents, and with time he gets closer to Sirius thanks to that (and you) 

If that doesn’t change and he still joins Voldemort, he’ll leave you a letter before going to the cavern, saying how much he loves you and how much you mean to him

Harry Potter:

Don’t expect any pet names from him, but he might create a nickname with your name (like he calls Ginny ‘Gin’ in the Cursed Child) 

His love languages are fierce protectiveness, loyalty and a patience he didn’t knew he had

Has no problem with PDA because he doesn’t care about what other people think  

Loves cuddles

Rarely gets mad at you, and feels guilty when he does

Mostly gets mad at you when you hurt yourself (for example during Quidditch) but it's also because he was scared for you

Hot kisses in private

Will be jealous if he sees you with another guy 

He’s passionate in a lot of things he does, and it includes you and everything you do

Will fiercely defend you again anyone, can even throw hands

Gets FURIOUS when Umbridge hurts you during detention, and will cuddle you for hours and do everything he can to make the pain disappear

Knows people are mean to you during fifth year because you're dating him and he hates it

During that year the only peace he feels is when he's holding you or when you sleep in his arms (it's also the only time he doesn't get nightmares)

Very supportive 

Loves getting you gifts 

You make him feel SO happy, he’ll just keep smiling for no reason 

Gets more and more clingy with time

Always write to you during the holidays (you always invite him to come to your house)

I'm not sure about sex while you guys are at Hogwarts but he 100% feels lust for you, there will definitely be hot making sessions when you guys are alone in a dark corner of the castle and it often ends up with you against the wall with your legs around his waist while he kisses your neck and caresses your legs

However sometimes he just can't stop himself and will eat you out (even maybe finger you at the same time), and will be proud when you come

Any act of service you do for him means a lot

You're always worried about him when he's at the Dursleys but he reassures you that he's fine

Comes to you in the middle of the night if he has a nightmare and generally comes to you for comfort or to rant 

Needs you more than ever after Voldemort comes back and after Sirius’ death 

Misses you like crazy during his quest for Horcruxes, and he can’t bear the thought of something happening to you 

Might struggle to show it, but he knows and is thankful of how patient and comprehensive you are with him, and that makes him want to be the best boyfriend he can be

Terrified Voldemort might hurt/kill you

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Breaking Walls

Vampire!Brahms Heelshire x preg.fem!reader

welcomed reader: @hao-ming-8

Tw: biting, blood, killing/murder, bone breaking, angry Brahms, reader being used as a shield, gun, proofread twice but might have grammar mistakes

You woke up to the sound of the backdoor glass shattering.

Your head jerked up from the pillows, sleep still in your eyes. You didn't want to move because Brahms had you in a cuddle, his face pressed in your stomach, his wild brown curls covering his burn, and he looked so beautiful in your arms. At first, you thought it was nothing but part of a dream, but you heard shoes crunching over broken glass.

You placed a kiss in Brahms's hair before getting up. Maybe it's nothing, but it doesn't hurt to look, right? Maybe Malcolm forgot his keys again? No, he forgets a lot of things but not the keys. Also, it's the middle of the night! He's at home with his two dogs. He can't be here at this hour.

If your mind is playing tricks on you, however, it's worth the trip; you needed a glass of water anyways. Yeah, you can get water from the bathroom sink, but the water didn't taste right? Ever since you got pregnant, you would only drink water from the kitchen sink and nowhere else. If you tired to drink from the bathroom sinks, you would throw-up. Two months in and you're still learning new things. You're tired and sleepy, but water and a mysterious noises called you.

You put on Brahms's jacket and slipped on your bunny slippers, still getting the sleep out of your eyes. You really hoped it was mice breaking something or some very angry racoon throwing rocks like last week. Brahms fought the little guy and killed it with his teeth, his fangs ripping it apart like a dog on a chew toy. You held a funeral for the little guy and had Malcolm get a racoon statue as a grave stone marker. You had Brahms read aloud a written apology to the dead racoon before you lowered the critter into the earth.

R.I.P. Ted the Racoon, who's buried in the backyard, you thought as you sneaked down the steps. Maybe Ted's family has come for revenge. You couldn't help but give a silly smile at the thought of Brahms fighting another racoon. He's so hot cute when his fangs are out. His eyes would shine brighter and his smile looked so breath taking. What a king, my man. He's the Racoon Slayer.

When you got closer to the backdoor, you froze.

Standing by the good china, a taller, stronger man had his back turned as he hurriedly took the good silver from the drawer. Standing next to him, a smaller man in a ski mask held the bag.

Out of reaction, you turned on the lights, making the men freeze.

"What in the hell do you think you're doing?" You snapped confused, sleep finally starting to leave. When you saw the handgun in the back pocket of the smaller man, your eyes grew wide. You did not think this through. "Oh... shit."

The smaller one was the first to jump to run after you as soon as you started towards the staircase again. "Brahms! Brahms, help--!"

His hand covered your mouth as he pulled you backwards, the taller man starting to hurry to get things packed. "Come on, Dylan! We got enough!"

"The bitch screamed for help!" The smaller one shouted. "There's another here!"

The taller man turned, his eyes glowing from under the ski mask. "Then let's get out of here! We got enough silver-!"

Within the walls, the sound of wood breaking and paint chipping echoed. The lights above you flickered and broke, it sounded like a freight train inside the walls. You struggled to get out of his grasp, but he squeezed harder around your skin. If he leaves bruises on you, all type of mercy will go out the window. Your eyes darted around the room as the smaller man took out his gun, taking it off safety.

Suddenly, silence.

You closed your eyes and started to cry silently, a whimper escaping from the back of your throat.

And that's all Brahms needs to hear.

From the right side of the taller man, Brahms burst through the wall roughly, taking down the taller man. The man didn't have time to react as Brahms took a piece of wood and stabbed him in his lower chest, burying it in deep. Brahms threw him to the side, his back snapping as soon as it hit the broken door, and sunk to the floor.

When his eyes flashed to you, his soft puppy eyes turned to a blood red, maskless. He hissed at the man, his fangs bared and bright, his body tense with danger and murder. He looked at you then at the man, hate burning his lungs. How dare he have a gun against your skin. Your his. You're not supposed to feel fear while you're in his house, your home. He promised you that since he married you in the spring.

And the baby--

The gun pressed against your throat as the shorter man said, "Move and she dies, I swear--!"

He didn't finish that statement. In a blink, he was thrown back into the wall, his back going through it. Brahms pushed you away, and you fell on back and scurried away as Brahms entered the wall.

Close your eyes and count to 100, y/n. This is going to be ugly.

The man looked up at horror of Brahms and tried to shot, but Brahms broke his hand. "How dare you," he hissed through his teeth. "How dare you come into my house," his grip tighten, "try to steal my wife away from me," his grip tightened until his bones stated to shatter all over again. The man screamed but Brahms didn't let up. "You threatened her, my darling, with a gun! My y/n with a gun! My child, that she carries, with a bullet!" Brahms twisted his arm back violently, snapping his shoulder in two.

"Please," the man whimpers pathetically. "Mercy--"

"Fuck your mercy," his accent was heavy. "Fuck your begs. It left as soon as you thought it was a good idea," he yanked the man to his feet until he was dangling in the air, "to put my wife and child in harms way!" The more he thought about you almost getting hurt, the more he hated the men. The more he hated the fact that they were in his house. Near you. Touching and bruising you. Scaring you. He hated them. He ate himself. He loves you. "Never again," he growled, his fangs growing longer and sharper. "Never. Again."

With a terrible noise leaving the attacker, the sound of the man's neck being torn from his body made you want to throw-up.

You slowly sat up as you watched Brahms come out of the broken wall, his mouth covered in rich blood from his kill, chest heaving heavily. His eyes scanned the room and saw the other man, who laid across from you, taking shallow breaths. You looked at your husband then back at the man. He didn't do anything wrong to you; he wanted to leave and call it a night! Truth to be told, you felt bad for him. He was just looking for a score, not to be killed by a ragging vampire husband. You looked between him and Brahms as you watched him breath heavily.

"Let me take care of him, doll," Brahms said in his real voice, deep and low, the corner of his lip twitching in anger. "You'll never see him again-"

"Brahms, wait," you were shaky as you stood between him and the dying man. Your hands went up and cupped his cheeks. "Honey, he's almost dead. He didn't hurt me or wanted to harm me; he wanted to leave."

"He came into our house, y/n," Brahms's voice was heavy in anger as he looked at the man gasping. "I can take care of the rat."

"Then make it fast?" You asked. "I don't want him to suffer more than he already has, okay?" You thumbed away some of the blood on the corner of his mouth. "He's done nothing wrong towards me." His eyes fell back on you, and his soft brown and blue eyes returned. He leaned into your hands and took deep breaths, but your hands left him, lowering them to your side.

He looked at you confused as you were careful to step away and over the broken glass. You crouched next to the dying man and held his hand. Your grandmother said that it's bad to die alone, and it's the worst feeling in the world. You frowned as you listened to his broken apologies, and you offered a sad smile.

"Thank you for not hurting me," you whispered. "I'm sorry that it has to be this way."

You felt Brahms standing over you, and you looked up, letting him know that you were ready, that it was okay for him to do the kill. You know it's in his nature, but he always made sure you're not in the room. He helps you stand and ushered you out of the room to the front hallway.

He kisses your hands, whispering in his voice, "Be right back, y/n."

"Please, Brahms," you said again, taking his hand. "Please be good? Make it fast?" He doesn't answer you, but he squeezed your hand and left you alone.

You stand and wait alone in the dark. You held your stomach as you waited, nervous and scared. The moments later, the light turned off and Brahms emerged from the darkness. He lowered his head on your shoulder and left a blood stain kiss on your neck, his fangs brushing your skin.

Your hands raked through his curls as you leaned into his chest, closing your eyes, allowing yourself to cry again.

"Never again," Brahms murmurs in his childish voice. "Never face scary noises by yourself again." His hand grip your arms gently before scooping you up and carried you back to bed.

You leaned into his chest a he carried you up the steps. "Did he suffer?"

"No," he answers childishly. "I was good. I listened. I promise." You looked up at him and touched his scared face. He leaned into it and kissed your palm. "Brahms was good."

You couldn't help but smile as you lean against him. "Good boy," you whispered, tears slowing down. "Good boy, Brahms."

He takes you back into the bedroom and lays you down. He leaves and washes up in the bathroom. When he comes back, he wasn't wearing a shirt as he came back into bed. He kisses your lips twice, one to say 'I love you' and one for 'goodnight', and wrapped his arms around your side, burying his face to be close to his child once more. Your hands went through his curls, again, then closed your eyes. After a few shaky breaths, you were back to sleep.

[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

While they're alone in the woods, a giant snake lunges at them from nowhere and starts to constrict them with the clear intent to choke them. For the main skeletons.

Undertale Sans - His survival instincts kick in and he quickly teleports out of the dangerous coils. He's a bit in shock and out of breath, but he's fine. He's surprisingly not a big fan of snakes after that.

Undertale Papyrus - He rolls on the floor and repeatedly slams his leg against a big rock until the snake falls down, not in a very good state. Papyrus is very strong when he wants to be and the snake found out this a bit too late. Papyrus is avoiding the woods at all costs now.

Underswap Sans - He stays calm and grabs the head of the snake. He then forces it to stop coiling him by pulling him out. The snake is not happy, but luckily, he's trained to take care of random snakes with his job. He's definitely going to investigate though as he's not sure what the hell an anaconda is doing in the middle of these woods, far far away from where it should be.

Underswap Papyrus - He screams and panics, rolling on the floor to get the monsters out of him, which actually makes things worse as he gives the snake a better angle to keep him down. As Honey sees his life flashing in front of his eyes, his three dogs come to the rescue and attack the animal, freeing him. Honey pulls his dogs and runs out of here, badly shaken and bruised, but pretty fine. He's never going to this place ever again though, lesson learned.

Underfell Sans - He's using his sharp teeth to bite deeply into the snake's skin, making the animal wiggle in pain and let go. Red starts to run as soon as the coils loosen. He doesn't want to understand what this snake was doing here, he's clearly out of there.

Underfell Papyrus - He summons a sharp bone and stabs the thing to death obviously. He doesn't have time to waste with primitive creatures trying to eat him alive, thank you very much. He kicks the dead snake in the bushes, angry.

Horrortale Sans - Uh... He simply picks up the snake, puts him back on the floor, pets his head twice and goes on with his day. The snake is so confused and has no idea if they should feel happy, angry or offended. Oak is too strong for the snake.

Horrortale Papyrus - Willow screams in surprise, making the snake fly in the air, and then he stomps on it until it stops moving. He's glad he did actually because that damn reptile is for sure the one who made two of his sheep disappear. An eye for an eye!

Swapfell Sans - He completely freaks out, is surprised, and doesn't think. He summons two blasters and blasts himself at full power. Well, the snake is well dead, but it almost killed him in the process as well. It still counts as a victory though. He stomps home, mad his day got ruined.

Swapfell Papyrus - The snake just lost its wild privilege. Rus is stronger, but he also have no survival instinct whatsoever and he's taking the snake home as a pet. The snake is so confused about what's happening to him as he is hungry and now his prey is feeding him???

Fellswap Gold Sans - He sighs, annoyed, before grabbing his gun and shooting the snake in the head. Here, problem solved. He keeps the skin to make boots so this encounter didn't entirely waste his time.

Fellswap Gold Papyrus - The snake clearly adopted him and there's no evil in that. He takes the snake home. Sure, it's squeezing him a little too hard, but eh, he's not going to judge how the snake cuddles. Wine is having a soul attack when he sees his brother get home.

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Day 7: Gothmog/Eönwë | Friendship & Romance

AN: Just a collection of random cute headcanons for these two and their dynamic :3

✧˖° Characters: Eönwë, Gothmog ✧˖° Pairing: Firebird (Gothmog x Eönwë) ✧˖° Headcanons

› Eönwë's preferred humanoid fána is roughly the size of an Elf (a bit bigger), which makes him about... (drum roll) half the size of a Balrog! Even when fluffed up in righteous anger, he looks like a tiny little twink next to Gothmog.

› Due to not being an avian Ainu himself nor being around them much, Gothmog had no concept of what feathers are when he saw Eönwë for the first time and proceeded to describe them as "bird leaves" to the other Balrogs. When they finally properly talked ages later, Eönwë was very confused what the hell Gothmog was talking about whenever he brought up "those fluffy bird leaves". Eönwë's complaint that birds and trees are very different things was countered with "but they're both flammable" by Gothmog.

› Gothmog greatly enjoys playing with and preening Eönwë's plumage, using his claws to do so. Eönwë wants to return the favor, but doesn't know how exactly Balrogs even preen, so he polishes crystalline parts of his fána instead.

› Eönwë loves eating, a bit of a guilty pleasure of his because Ainur don't need food and are generally supposed to leave it for the Children. Gothmog has no such qualms, so he hunts for him and feeds him, saying that since he caught the prey anyway, they shouldn't waste it. Both of them enjoy hunting, but typically don't hunt together due to some... disagreements regarding what is and isn't appropriate prey.

› To honor and appreciate Eönwë's prowess as a raptor anyway, Gothmog eats everything he's given in return. This includes the times when what he was given was not necessarily food, but Balrogs have no problems with that.

› Eönwë sometimes spars with Gothmog. They both know that the respective other is resilient enough to have a proper fight - something Eönwë has to be careful with whenever he spars with his Elven companions in particular - and appreciate the opportunity.

› Gothmog knows that, when it comes down to it, Eönwë is the better warrior in terms of raw skill, even if he, as a Balrog, is physically a lot stronger. He's not ashamed to admit it, though keeps his mouth shut around Melkor and Mairon.

› Eönwë and Gothmog can't bathe together since Gothmog hates water and Eönwë isn't fully fireproof. They need separate tubs/pools. Gothmog will (re)heat the water, though.

› While cuddling, Eönwë loves to tuck himself under that big heavy Balrog head and wing hugs Gothmog (shout out to @i-did-not-mean-to❤️).

› While Eönwë grows winter plumage to deal with the temperature on Taniquetil, Gothmog prefers to hibernate - with or without cold weather, Balrogs just love to sleep when they're not fighting. During these hibernation periods, Eönwë sometimes sneaks him some hot soup or shiny things to make sure he's alright and resting well.

› They mutually agree not to argue about morals and allegiances too much, but Eönwë will complain whenever Gothmog talks shit about Elves and makes jokes about his Noldor kill streak.

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TOJI X FEM READER | NSFW | NO PRONOUNS BUT AFAB WORD COUNT: 4.6k wc CONTENT WARNING: profanity, murder, blood, torture, body dismemberment, stalking?, toji is a creep, he is mannerless and acts like he was raised in the wild, he plays more little games, oral male receiving female giving, blood, biting, violence in general, penetration, groping A BADLY WRITTEN SUMMARY: Chapter 2 of What Doesn't Kill You Makes You Stronger // Toji isn't used to not having the upper hand. He finds it in his charitable heart to "watch over" y/n and help her with her "tasks", he is youthful and likes to play games

Previous

You’re not sure how long you had been lying there, inside Toji’s warm but sticky embrace. The truth was, you wanted to leave as soon as your legs could stand to hold your weight. You had formulated a plan in between sloppy kisses. You had never pictured Toji Zenin to be the cuddling type but the other truth was that you didn’t know anything about him outside of his work skills. Toji Zenin, the man, was a stranger to you.

One night of fucking wouldn’t change that.

Having drawn that conclusion made it easier for you to slip out quietly. You gathered your clothes, expertly, amazed that your panties were still in one piece. Without giving yourself time to second guess yourself, you fist the stiff panties in your hand and leave them on the nightstand; a payment for his services. It was the least you could do, after all, he had been a little bit of fun.

When he wakes, you’re not in his arms. When he wakes, he’s pissed. It wasn’t that he had developed some kind of sick attachment. After all, he had just met you, officially, the night prior. It merely irritated him that you had the nerve to leave before he could have the pleasure of throwing you out on your ass, wearing nothing but your soiled panties.

At the thought of them, being neatly chewed up by your voluminous ass cheeks, Toji grins. It was to his surprise that he saw them on the nightstand, crumpled up into a ball. A large hand snatches them from the nightstand, on his way to the shower. His lips split into a large grin. You could run all you wanted. Toji knew exactly where to find you.

Life went by as usual, with you sleeping until noon, waking up only to shower, work out, eat in that order. You’d check your various checking accounts obsessively, compulsively, counting every penny trying to add them up. The idea was to save enough to buy an island, and live by yourself, maybe some monkeys; something inane and ridiculous like that just to have an interesting story to tell in hell that didn’t involve blood and guts. 

You were so busy living from ordinary day to ordinary day, checking the app to see if anyone had posted a request worth the money that you had almost forgotten about him; almost.

It was hard to erase him entirely from your mind when you could feel him trailing you wherever you went. You stood in line at your favorite coffee shop, tapping your foot rapidly. Your patience was wearing thin. There was no way Toji Zenin would make his presence so obvious if he was trying to secretly spy on you. You had reached the conclusion on the first day you noticed–a whole week ago–that he was doing it on purpose. He wanted you to know he was there. He wanted you to feel his presence, be unnerved by it enough to react. He wanted to see you snap.

You had told yourself, time and time again, to not give in; to not give him the satisfaction, but the sight of your pointy boot was filling your head with ideas. What if you crammed your foot so far up his ass that you punctured his spleen? Wouldn’t that be joyful? You’re so distracted at the image of him penetrated up to your ankle by your thigh high boot, screaming in pain that you don’t realize it’s your turn next up at the register.

“Double shot of espresso over ice with a splash of half and half,” you mumble, slipping your hand into a pocket of your tawny double breasted trench coat. You pull out your phone, tapping it on the register. “Thank you,” you add, since unlike some members of your circles, you had manners. You can’t help it. You cast a furious look to the corner of the coffee shop. He sits there, casually drinking a cup of who knows what, legs crossed acting as if he wasn’t there for you. The sunlight casts his tan skin in a white glow, a stark contrast to his messy raven hair.

The sight was offensive, insulting. You aggressively shove a ten dollar bill in the tip jar without looking at it, nearly spilling its contents. Your coffee tastes more bitter that day, and you swallow it down with your anger, hoping that you’d never see him again.

Hoping had been foolish. Two days later, he is back in your orbit as you browse the aisles of the small liquor store. The store owner had called you to let you know a new shipment had come in for your favorite bourbon. You grab the fat bottomed bottle, and shoulder Toji as you pass him. He drops the bottle of whiskey, and it shatters, caramel liquid spilling everywhere. You don’t stop,  even as you smile at the register paying for your purchase, the scent of liquor in your nostrils. 

You don’t stop to think how easy that had been. You don’t stop to think about the reason his guard was down. You don’t stop to think at all, until you’re in your bed later that night, body sore and scrubbed clean of blood. You stop, and you think, and you hate him all over again.

You hate him especially, as you feel him jogging behind you a day later at the local park. You roll your eyes as you pick up your pace and run. He must be part animal, part predatory feline, you think because you barely feel his presence. You don’t hear his feet thudding on the ground but you hear his breathing; at least you think you do. You think you feel his breath, hot on your neck, think you hear him panting, moaning, laughing. Your heart freezes and you pivot on your left foot, swinging your right for a hook. 

Your fist lands on nothing but air. There is no one behind you but confused pigeons on the ground. They piss you off with their soulless eyes so you yell at them, and watch them scatter, flying off into the distance.

“Fuck you, Toji Zenin,” you mutter under your breath. You peer at the nearby bushes, try to spot him under a distant tree but can’t find him. Your eyes are unable to capture the sight of his smirk, the wide build of his strong shoulders. Still, you know it was him, you know he’s near. Steadying your breathing, you clench your fists and order yourself to run.

You’d be damned if Toji Zenin got the best of you. He could fuck off straight to hell.

* * *

You always kept your clothes simple and minimal while working. Black on black on black, with enough fabric to keep your anonymity, and to minimize the cost. It was easier to discard the clothes in a burning furnace than it was to attempt to wash the blood off. The knife is slippery in your hand, so you wipe the blood off on the fabric of your skirt. You feel your phone buzz, for the third time since you last checked it, and you ignore it.

You had gotten a bunch of texts from an unsaved number; awful attempts at flirting, inappropriate requests. At first, you figured they must have the wrong number, a prank from someone who didn’t want their attention. As the texts continued, you knew exactly who it was. But how did he get your number?

He’s mumbling, groaning and yelling against the cloth in his mouth. You look up from where you were counting the torn fingernails on the ground, bloody sinew still attached. Perhaps you should have been a little more gentle. Your phone buzzes again.

“You’re making a lot of noise,” you tell him in a flat tone, bringing your boot up to his crotch. He dodged your foot just in time by widening his knees. You scoff, a smirk pulling at a corner of your plush lips. His blood is splattered on the floor, dripping over the arms of the chair. You wear it on your temple, some on your brown cheek.  “And you’re wasting my time. I told you, I have to be out by ten.”

There was no particular reason. You just liked your beauty sleep. As you give him time to think his pathetic life over, you pull out your phone with your clean hand. Three new notifications from an unsaved number. You frown at the latest one.

‘You’ll be sorry if you ignore me.’

You were impressed he knew how to text full sentences. It wasn’t enough to bring you to text him back. Instead, you pocket the phone once more, and get back to work.

“Now, no screaming or any of that bullshit from earlier,” you grumble as you pull his gag down. “You gave me a headache.” He breathes in gulps, desperate pleas dropping out of his mouth. You tilt your head, take in his hollowed cheeks, the purple swollen eye. “Shut up. I hate repeating myself.” You smack the knife against his cheek, relishing every time he flinched. “I don’t care about rapists, and pedophiles. So tell me where to find your piece of shit distributor before I chop off the little baby octopus in your pants into little pieces.”

You drag the knife from his cheek, to his jaw. You follow the pathetic excuse of a jawline to his earlobe, and you press the tip enough to draw blood. He whimpers, wiggling in the chair trying to get away from you. So you dig in deeper.

“You suck at negotiating you know,” says a voice that was all too familiar. You groan, and since you can’t very well throw your knife in between his eyebrows, you slice octopus man’s earlobe right off instead. A piece stuck to your knife, you flick it off in the direction of the green eyed idiot invading your space. 

The man’s scream is shrill. It echoes in the empty warehouse, bouncing against the concrete walls. Toji crams a pinky finger into his ear and wiggles it, head tilted, face scrunched up. 

“Put the fucking gag back on,” he tells you having dodged the piece of flesh flying at him. Surprisingly, you obey his orders. It was peculiar how you could cooperate like this but can’t bother to reply to any of his texts; and by peculiar he means fucking obnoxious.

“You’re interrupting,” you tell him, standing up straight, tapping the knife against your exposed thigh. “Could you just stand there and look pretty?”

Toji tilts his head, one finger scratching an itch on his scalp. In all honesty, he didn’t give a fuck if he was interrupting. The way he saw it, you had it coming. He had tried to make you come to him on your own accord; made his presence known on multiple occasions. Toji had even gone out of his way, to take the time to type fully thought out messages on one of his burner phones; messages you chose to ignore.

“I don’t give a shit,” he rebuffs, enunciating his frustration with dramatic pauses. 

Frankly, Toji Zenin was not only annoying her, but he was starting to become embarrassing. You fix him with a pointed stare over one shoulder, returning to teasing and torturing your capture with your knife. “Just relax. Let me finish.”

He reminded you of a petulant child, acting out since he wasn’t getting the attention he craved. You purse your lips, back turned to him. There was an odd sense of satisfaction, pooling and circling below your navel. In your time of knowing of Toji’s existence you had not once even imagined him being so inadvertently captivated by a person to the point of idiocy.

He was an idiot, and you quite liked it.

His idiocy continued for several minutes, as he insisted on giving you advice over your shoulder, breaking your concentration. You had been busy digging the tip of your knife into the fleshy parts between Octopus Dick’s toes, when Zenin decided you were simply not working efficiently enough. Pride was a terrible beast to tame but it could not be denied that Toji Zenin’s reputation preceded him. If you thought about him as superior you could consider this a valuable lesson. For this reason, you stand back and watch him work, making easy pickings of the man tied to the chair.

He had begged for his life, pitifully, and found no mercy behind Toji’s eyes.

His green eyes were on you now, a sheen on them so bright it reminded you of ornate chandeliers, and treasures; the thrill of a heist. You swallow a lump in your throat, unwilling to discover that feeling further.

It was just as well, there was cleanup to be done. Working with another professional has been easier than you thought. Not that you would ever admit this out loud, especially to the man next to you, wiping the sweat off his brow with the back of his hand.

It feels like you owe him. It’s your excuse as you accept his invitation back to his place–to the place you had escaped from just two weeks prior. It’s your excuse as you abandon your vehicle, trusting him when he said ‘i'll get it taken care of’. It’s still your excuse as you get in his car, and it’s the excuse you remind yourself when he slithers a heavy hand, calloused and warm, between your thighs on the road there.

You exited the vehicle too quickly, eager to get away from Toji’s burning touch. Memories had come flooding, a flash flood with no warning; and you cussed at yourself inwardly. When did you become so weak? So soft? Over a man’s rough hands at that. The shame was enough to heat up your face. Your blood drummed loudly against your eardrums, in an attempt perhaps to inspire your primal instincts. If you became feral enough, you’d fight for survival at all costs. You’re lost in thought, and realize belatedly that Toji had been speaking to you.

He is in your space, invasive as always–a viney carnivorous species of a plant, poisonous and unforgiving. His  hands find the small of your back all too easily. Despite yourself, you sway in his embrace.

“Are you still curious about my cursed weapons,” he asks you, looking down at you with narrowed eyes. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think he was threatening you. “I have an idea. And since you technically owe me,” he drawled, tucking his tongue behind one molar. You observe the gesture, the swell of his cheek, with a small scowl. 

You loathed his persistence, but you loathed the way you wanted to suck on his tongue right there and then more.

“Is this gonna be another one of your little games?” you ask him, trying to keep your face expressionless. You measure your words, take notice of your tone. You sprinkle a bit of disinterest in your inflection, hoping he’d fall for your trick. 

He doesn’t. He never does. His smile becomes crooked, salacious intentions pulling on invisible strings. You feel riveted to your spot, eyes taking in the shape of the scar on his mouth; jagged, a remembrance of violence. 

“I’ll show you whatever you want to see,” his words are measured, heavy, full of barely restrained lust. His fingers dig into your lower back as he pulls you closer, chests flushed against each other. His face dips towards you, angling so his lips almost brush yours; phantom kisses haunting your senses. You smell his breath heady with whiskey, and mint. “But you have to make me cum.” He pauses to lick his lips, eyes searing your skin wherever he looks.  “6 minutes.” His nose brushes against yours and you are beside yourself. Annoyance sits heavy on your shoulders, as your mouth follows his–not touching, parched, seeking. “Think you can do it?”

His tone is mocking, and you are as impetuous as always. 

You don’t let him finish, or name his terms. You are not interested. The only thing holding your interest was the shape of his mouth, you trace it with the tip of your tongue, heated fingers grasping the front of his shirt. You hear a grunt, a mumbled question from him but ignore it. 

You feel smooth around his lip line, soft and enticing against his scar. He pulls away slightly, unsure of why that unsettled him. His fingers grip your hair, he holds you steady as he looks down at you. “Leave the scar alone,” he tells you in a breathy voice.  You seem to regard him questioningly. He readies an argument, prepares to kick you out on your ass if you don’t listen but it appears you were as smart as you were attractive.

He grabs your ass with both hands, grabbing ample amounts of flesh and muscle. He loves the way his fingers dig, as if there were endless amounts of you; a bounty on top of a bounty. He wanted it all, all his greedy hands could get a hold of. Your mouth is demanding as it claims his tongue. He pretends to resist as he walks back towards his platform bed. When you come up for air, face flushed, eyes dark and ravenous he takes a seat at the edge of the mattress. 

Eye contact seemed imperative, the goal of the mission. You hold it even when your heart runs for its life, trying to tear its claws into the flesh of your chest, squeeze past the bones of your ribcage.  You hold it, as you lower yourself to your knees in front of him. Kneeling shouldn’t be this easy. Kneeling should have taken some thought, some consideration, some goddamn bribery; something more than the possible sight of his cursed weapons, more than the hungry need to slide your hands up his thighs.

You obey your needs, a starved animal with no restraints. It was if you never had spent a day in civilization. The zipper of his jeans comes down easily, he watches you and you swear the room temperature skyrockets. You can taste the humidity in the air. Your tongue darts out, nervously licking the corners of your mouth. 

“The clock started ticking the moment your knees touched the carpet,” he tells you with an air of importance. He looked down at you as if he was benevolent; the most saintly. You scoff when he meets your eyes. There was nothing saintly about Toji Zenin, you think as you finally release his hardened cock from his jeans. You admire the length and girth of him, knowing full well this was not his full potential. Intent on goading it out of him, your hands wrap around his shaft, stroking slowly at first to gauge his reaction.

He bites his lower lip, watches you as he clutches the bed sheets. His hands had ideas of their own, but he willed them to stay still; willed them to ignore the animalistic desire to pull you by the hair and fuck your mouth stupid. 

Your  hands become eager, picking up the pace. You’re aware of the time limit, somewhere in the back of your mind. You’re aware that this was a stupid game, one that made no sense, and only served to satisfy Toji and his obsession with control. Yet, you play along, yet you bring your tongue to curl around his tip, taking in the slick precum on his pink tip.

There’s a moan in the back of your mouth that you try to push down with the tip of his cock. You hollow your cheeks, fight your gag reflex as you try to take all of him in. If you pushed past your limits, sucked him with force and the violence of your will, there was no way he wouldn’t break. You wanted to see him fall apart, feel him crack and erode away under your touch.

Hands should not betray their master. They should heed command, bide their time. Toji thought this with some amount of bitterness as he grasped bundles of your curly hair. He pushed his hips up once, a low groan falling out of his moistened lips. He should hold back, resist, make you work for it but your mouth felt excruciatingly hot tonight. If you kept this up, he would become a loser in his own home.

That was simply unacceptable.

He jerks your head back, your hair tangled in his thick fingers. “You can’t possibly think it would be that easy,” he tells you, looking down at your flushed face. His heart threatens to throttle him at the sight of you; the small trail of glistening drool oozing down your chin, the way your eyes reflected no fear only desire and desire alone. “Fuck,” he mutters as he pulls you up by the hair, forcing you on the bed. You flip over as soon as you bounce on the mattress, unwilling to give up the upper hand. You knew he was close, you just needed a few more minutes.  Arms reach for him, and he fights to push you back. You become a tangle of limbs, mouths like car wrecks, teeth nipping and pulling at skin. 

“You’re wasting my fucking time,” you spit as he pins you to your stomach to his bed. He is on top of you, grinding his hardened cock against your ass. His mouth is on your neck, your shoulder, biting and kissing. He holds you down by the nape of your neck, one hand pressing you down. His breath is hot against your ear.

“That’s the point, sweetheart,” his whisper against the shell of your ear is almost too much to bear. His hands slip underneath your body, squeezing in between you and the mattress. They find their home on your breasts. He grips them possessively. “You should have figured that out by now.”

You throw your head back, aiming for his nose but despite his blood pooling in his crotch, he is still in control of his senses enough to avoid you. Using surprise to your advantage you push him over, climbing over his body to straddle him. You trap his hands, gripping his wrists above his head before he can push you off. You’re not an idiot, you realize as you grind down on his cock, that he could push you off easily if wanted to.

This little nugget of knowledge pissed you off and it was made worse that you couldn’t explain why, not even to yourself.

“Are you going easy on me?” you ask him, teeth gritted, voice taut. Your efforts to push him off the cliff of ecstasy only bring you closer to it. Dammit, was he made of steel? He smiles up at you, relaxes his fingers. There’s an odd serene look on his face, as if he was perfectly content to lay there underneath you while you pretend to be in control. “You’re such an ass.”

He laughs at you, turns his face slightly as if he could see all the sides of you, every angle you thought you hid from view. 

“Is that what you really think?” he asks you. He knows what he was. He knows you’re aware. What was the use of name calling but stating the obvious? He took pleasure in watching your discomfort, as if giving in and admitting defeat was as bad or worse than losing a limb. “Give it up. You’re already out of time.”

You yell softly, restrained as you bite down on his lip, tugging until you feel the taste of iron. He groans, and captures your bottom lip as soon as you let him go, sucking hotly. He runs his tongue on your bottom lip, then the top. “Come on, let me fuck you.” You resist, let go of his wrists to push aside your panties.

“Get this through your head, Toji Zenin,” you tell him, breathless, as you kneel over him, adjusting his tip at your entrance. “I’m the one fucking you.” You kneel back down, slowly, mouth dropping open as you slide down his cock. You feel him stretch you, fill you, centimeter by centimeter. You press your lips tightly, trying to forbid the whimper from being audible but it’s useless. Your head lolls at the pleasure, eyes fluttering close. You hear his soft laughter, feel his fingers grip your thighs.

“Then fuck me already,” he says raising a hand to slap your ass. The crack is loud in the room, and your back arches at the feel. He groans low, feeling you clench around him. “You’re taking your sweet time.” He pulls you close, stops just before devouring your mouth. “I thought you said you weren’t a patient person.”

You despised the easy way he got under your skin. You despised how you don’t hate the way he remembers the words you say. You despised the way our hips move on their own accord, eager to please, eager to find the glowing bead of pleasure at the end of the abyss. Your hands wrap around his throat, and squeeze.

“Remember,” you breathed out, thoughts scatter and run as a moan interrupts your drive. You feel him flattened his feet on the bed, grip your hips. You feel him as he starts, pounding into you. You cry out, falling over at his speed and strength. His mouth finds yours, you taste the blood on his lip, bury your fingers in his hair as you moan.

“Remember what?” he asks against your cheek, diggings his fingers into your ass now, angling his hips. You close your eyes tightly, feeling him hit that special spot that makes you lose control every time. Your legs feel shaky, your toes curl. 

“What I said….” you say weakly, aware that it didn’t matter anymore; your false bravado or your stubborn tenacity. The truth was in the pudding–or in the slick cum making your thighs slippery, the wetness sliding down his cock. You had no chance in hell of fucking Toji Zenin. Toji Zenin always fucked you.

He laughs against your ear, moves his face slightly to kiss your temple. He keeps his mouth there, lips pressed tightly against your skin, one hand on your head to keep you in place. His other hand grips one of your hips, holding you in place as he continues to thrust up into you. You cry out, hands splayed out on the mattress on the sides of his head. He laughs at you again, a little softer, letting you ride out your high. His thrusts only slow slightly.

“Come on,” he says, rolling you over. You watch him breathless as he takes off his shirt and you realize how ass backwards everything was when Toji was involved; down to the way  you were both still mainly clothed. “We have all night. You’re not giving up on me yet, are you?”

There’s a cold finger sliding up your spine, leaving fear behind on its wake. You had barely made it out last in one piece. You weren’t sure you could survive this time. 

“Fuck you, Toji Zenin,” you tell him, fully prepared for them to be your dying words. He leans down, encapsulates you in his arms.

“With pleasure.” His smirk is dangerous, fire in the staircase, no exits found. He was impending doom, and endless possibilities. Death, life, and all its contradictions. You swallow, and accept your fate.

If you died, you died.

[evilfloralfoolery]

Summary Blather

So, for those who have actually been reading my plot stuff, here's the summary of what happens between Indigo and Grimm before I jump into the romantic, snzy shit.

Indigo . . . is a problem. He doesn't "weaken" when he uses magic. He's extremely competent and capable all by himself and that makes him dangerous. It also puts a major target on his back because a Hunter than can work alone is basically unheard of. The amount of times things have gone after Indigo just to kill him is astounding. But this also makes him somewhat unstable and he needs someone to ground him because if he goes too far, he could harm not only himself, but possibly others caught in the line of (literal) fire.

Indigo reveals that he's a demon hunter. He can conjure blue fire, multiple daggers, and a whip made of blue fire. He has the ability to heal wounds (his own and his partner's). Indigo actually never should have existed. His father was a Fire Master and his mother, an Ice Master. Indigo SHOULD have been one or the other, but he somehow ended up with both. His fire "burns," but it's a cold burn. This ability made him extremely desirable as a future Hunter because not only can he conjure weapons, he has also has the ability to use fire, ice, and even electricity at times.

The problem is that all Hunters require a partner, a Shield. Someone who not only assists in the hunting of demons, but protects the magic user while they may be weak or drained from using too much energy. They must form a special kind of bond that is stronger than friendship, even stronger than love. If that doesn't happen, the pairing is basically useless.

Indigo has had several partners. He's never really "bonded" with any of them. He's so icy and aloof, it's like trying to cuddle a frozen cactus. He did have ONE partner where the bond was just starting to form and Indigo was very close to the tipping point of falling for him . . .and something terrible happened.

I'll let Indigo tell you that himself in another part.

Grimm has been a sort of "hunter" himself for most of his life. He's an ex-military sniper and dabbled in law enforcement for a while (he got bored lol). He worked as a solo mercenary for a while and was damn good at it. He was then scouted by an elite organization that makes sure certain critically dangerous people are eradicated. No one is a better shot than Grimm, except perhaps his father. The other guys nicknamed him "Grimm Reaper" because if he targets you, you're dead. Period.

Grimm's organization and Indigo's organization are actually intertwined in some ways. They've definitely aided each other. Grimm has no idea about any of this.

At some point, after Grimm is shot, Indigo has his first failure to defend an important magic user against a demonic force. Reginald, the head of the organization, decides to send his best hunter on a leave of absence. Grimm's organization that Max leads has done the same.

It just so happens that Grimm has no idea what he's truly capable of and whether it's fate or chance, he and Indigo end up in a rather tumultuous situation where there's definitely an attraction and both are fighting it. But when Max and Reginald basically order them to give it a shot (hurr hurr), they begrudgingly try being together.

If the bond were to actually take, Grimm would have access to some of Indigo's abilities, including being able to conjure his guns and possibly some other weapons (including a literal shield). The problem is that Grimm also has access to everything else. If he's Indigo's Shield, he knows everything about Indigo. He knows when he's unwell, upset, or trying to hide something. None of Indigo's wards to keep him out will work.

Indigo is VERY against all of this, but Grimm is so goddamn attractive in so many ways, he's having a harder and harder time fighting it. And if the bond is consummated, they're stuck with each other, like it or not.

Not to mention, Indigo has this "peculiarity." A fetish of sorts. He's massively picky and extremely in control of himself . . . except with Grimm.

HOO HOO HOO, the fun we're about to have, y'all . . .

[pheita]

Character Profile Tag

I was tagged by @eternalwritingstudent

I will do this for Sojan from Blood Night

Name:

Sojan Kargoret Mahelgris

Nickname:

none

Kind of being:

Lust demon, coming from another dimension and hiding in the dimension of humans. The term lust demon was created by the priest of the Five because the natural magic of these demons cause every non-demon to become horny beyond sanity. This is one of the reasons Sojan is adamant about his magic blockers.

Age:

578 (equals roughly mid-thirties in human years)

Gender:

Male

Appearance:

Sojan is 6'5" with broad shoulders and the kind of muscular you would see with weight lifters. As human, he appears to be Caucasian with dark brown wavy hair and gray-blue eyes since he automatically took the appearance of the people around him when he entered the human dimension. As demon, his skin would be middle blue, and he has horns going from the sides of his forehead in a low curve over his head to the upper back of his head. The eyes get a more turquoise color and his hair a bluish-black.

Occupation:

Monster Hunt for the Hunter's Guild of Duwos

Family members:

Sojan is the third of five. The eldest one is Akejin, followed by their sister Simajin. After Sojan are the twins Rastenit and Ramirin, or short Ras and Ram, and last is Arritit. He has a stained relationship with his father since childhood, because his father Akamratit always had those stupid ideas of the glorious days of the demons that made them outcasts, and ended in Akamratit killing Akejin, the fiances of Sojan and Arritit to get his point across to not stop his plans. That happened almost hundred years ago and since then Sojan, Arritit and their mother Rahnirin fled to the human dimension. Only the twins Ras and Ram are still with their father and no one knowing where Simajin is.

Pets:

As a child, he used to have a winged demon cat called Macak he loved dearly. Today he has his riding wolf Parin, he often calls oversized puppy because of its friendly and cuddly demeanor.

Describe their room:

His room in the guildhouse of Lagawood, which is his chosen home, is quite small with only a bed, a small wardrobe, a small table with two chairs and the view towards the outskirts of the city. You will often find a bag with rose candies or dried fruits at the table.

Way of speaking:

His way of speaking is not overly simple or overly complicated. Sojan likes to be clear and efficient in communication, which is also because it keeps you alive out there during a monster hunt. He has a slight accent from living for over 80 years in the mid-east area of the continent, what means he rumbles his R's and Ch's but the G is so soft it could easily be mistaken as J if you don't listen closely. Thanks to being a demon his speaks slightly melodic, something that carried over from his mother tongue.

Physical characteristics (posture, gestures, attitudes):

You will find him pinch the bridge of his nose a lot when he thinks hard or has to make a different decision. His eyes are always scanning the surrounding when he isn't at the guild house, a habit he learned the hard way. Sojan carries himself with the air of a seasoned fighter who has seen too many fights, tall standing but with this hint of weariness in his face. He is also a physical person who laughs a lot, hugs friends whenever a chance occurs and will always be the one to lay a calming hand on your shoulder.

Hobbies:

He has a passion for cooking and baking, it helps him clear his mind.

Favorite sports:

Sojan doesn't do sport, unless you count being cuddled to death by agiant wolf counts

Abilities/talents/powers:

Technically, Sojan has magic, and strong one on top, but never got the hang of it besides basic stuff because his brain didn't like to understand it. So he blocked it away and never used it the last 90 years. Since he lives in the human dimension as a demon his senses are slightly better, and he is a bit stronger, ranging in the same are as elves with both and often gets away with "having elf heritage" as an excuse. He is good with animals, knows how to fight with a sword and axe but prefers sword, and has this talent to make friends effortless.

Relationships (interaction with others):

Arritit: His younger sister who he protected since she was born since the sisters before her decided to bully her all her life. There are days Sojan wonders how he deserved to have her a sister, especially when she makes him join her on some of her errands again. In the end, he will do everything for her. Lyran: The love interest, the young apparently human bard who is more than he appears to be with a danger kink and who called dibs the moment he saw Sojan. For a big part of the journey, Sojan wasn't sure if Lyran was serious about him or not and kept him at bay, but well, stubborn bards get what they want. Especially this one.

Fears:

His biggest fear is his father. After losing his older brother and his fiancees to him and his crazy idea of a world dominated by demons, Sojan lives in constant fear this might happen again.

Faults:

He can be an eremite when it comes down to personal stuff, which sometimes leads to him needing to be dragged along.

Good points:

Don't go into a fight unprepared. Sojan likes to know what he deals with before he acts, what sometimes appears as laziness.

What they want more than anything else:

To live just a calm, peaceful life without the dooming threat of his father.

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Shadowhunters: 31 of Our Favorite Malec Moments

Rachel Foertsch at July 23, 2018 3:37 pm.

The relationship between Magnus and Alec on Shadowhunters is one of the best 'ships currently on television.

Alec is a Shadowhunter and head of the New York Institute while Magnus is the High Warlock of Brooklyn. Seeing as they're both in charge of two groups who don't particularly get along, they have the odds stacked against them in almost every way.

Despite their struggles, Alec and Magnus never let their differences keep them apart. They have proved throughout the series that their love is strong enough to overcome anything life throws at them.

Not only are they great representation for the LGBTQ community, but they also have a pure and healthy relationship that everyone can look up to. They're one of the many reasons we're all fighting so hard to #SaveShadowhunters.

It's obviously impossible to name every amazing Malec scene, but we compiled a slideshow of 31 of our favorite Malec moments below!

And don't forget you can see these moments for yourself by watching Shadowhunters online right here on TV Fanatic! 

1. Their first time on 2x18 "Awake, Arise, or Be Forever Fallen"

There are so many amazing things that could be said about this scene as a whole. The music, the kissing, and Alec telling Magnus how beautiful he is officially ended us all.

2. Team work makes the dream work on 3x02 "The Powers That Be"

Anytime Malec teams up in the face of danger they always accomplish their goal. It's clear that being around each other makes them stronger.

3. Alec and Magnus' first kiss on 1x12 "Malec"

This was the iconic kiss that no one will ever forget. Alec literally walked back down the aisle of his own wedding to plant one on Magnus in front of everyone. And yes, Magnus and Alec are so epic that they actually had an episode named after them.

4. That time they turned Shadowhunters into a crime drama on 3x02 "The Powers That Be"

Somehow, Magnus and Alec are the best partners in crime and the worst. Being sneaky and subtle is not their strong suit, yet surprisingly they still managed to get the job done.

5. Malec gets domestic AF on 3x03 "What Lies Beneath"

Alec's cooking may not have been the best but thankfully Magnus was there to make some er...magical improvements. But you know what they say, a couple who cooks together stays together.

6. AU Alec pulls a Magnus on 1x10 "This World Inverted"

When Magnus and Alec first met Magnus inferred that Alec was playing hard to get. It's a good thing Magnus and otherworldly Alec both love a challenge.

7. Magnus and Alec kill us with cuteness on 3x01 "On Infernal Ground"

This scene was all kinds of adorable. Once Magnus is truthful with Alec and admits he doesn't want him to go to Idris, Alec tells him that his real dream was finding someone like Magnus. He assures Magnus that he's not going anywhere.

8. Cuddling ensues the morning after on 2x18 "Awake, Arise, or Be Forever Fallen"

Their first morning after was everything we hoped it would be and more. It's clear just how much these two love each other and what the night before meant to them.

9. Magnus being a worried boyfriend on 2x13 "Those of Demon Blood"

Seeing Magnus worry about Alec going out alone was absolutely precious. Honestly, these two couldn't act any more married if they tried.

10. Malec is here to stay on 2x08 "Love is a Devil"

We already knew that Malec was a permanent thing, but hearing Alec say the words out loud to Magnus was especially satisfying.

11. Gift giving on 2x07 "How Are Thou Fallen"

Like Magnus said, Alec is always surprising him. In just one of many examples of him being an adorable boyfriend, Alec gives Magnus an Omamori charm which is said to offer health and protection.

12. Magnus and Alec talk it out on 2x01 "This Guilty Blood"

It's impossible for couples to go through life without facing challenges. But Magnus lets Alec know that they need to work through problems together instead of getting nervous and pushing each other away.

13. Immortality angst on 3x05 "Stronger Than Heaven"

It's not that we love the angst but well...we love the angst. The fact that the basis of Magnus and Alec's fight was that they never wanted to be without each other was somehow both heartbreaking and heartwarming.

14. Alec comforts Magnus on 2x15 "A Problem of Memory"

Magnus finally opened up to Alec about what he was going through and Alec did the only thing he could. He was there for him completely.

15. True love's kiss on 2x03 "Parabatai Lost"

Things were not looking good for Alec this episode. His soul was lost alongside his parabatai's and getting Jace back was the only way to wake Alec up. Although it (sadly) didn't work, the fact that Magnus tried to kiss Alec back to life gave us all the feels.

16. Magnus and Alec's first date on 2x06 "Iron Sisters"

A first date was much needed between these two. They finally got to talk about the things that were important to each of them. Despite Alec not being at all experienced and Magnus being extremely experienced in the dating world, they showed how determined they are to make things work.

17. Malec teaches us about healthy relationships on 2x20 "Beside Still Water"

In the words of Magnus Bane quoting Alec Lightwood, relationships take effort. Magnus and Alec both understand that in order to have a healthy relationship they need to put in the work. And these two are willing to do whatever it takes.

18. Alec tells Magnus he loves him on 2x10 "By the Light of Dawn"

After Alec spent a few horrifying moments thinking that Magnus was dead, we got an epic declaration of love. Their first I love you is always going to be one of Shadowhunters' best scenes and it's impossible to watch it dry-eyed.

19. Love at first sight on 1x04 "Raising Hell"

From the moment Magnus and Alec met sparks were flying. You can tell from Alec's nervous smile and the way he can't keep his eyes off Magnus that he is crushing hard.

20. Magnus and Alec get back together on 2x20 "Beside Still Water"

When Magnus and Alec are together it almost feels like everything in the show is going to be okay. When they were apart the world was very literally falling apart around them. Alec tells Magnus that he can't live without him, and we connected with Alec on a spiritual level.

21. A magical dinner by the fire on 2x17 "A Dark Reflection"

When Alec misses their date, Magnus brings the date to him with a wave of his hand. Having a boyfriend with magic powers sure does come in handy.

22. Alec (literally) gives Magnus his strength on 1x06 "Of Men and Angels"

Even warlocks can run out of power and Magnus was fading fast. Thankfully, Alec was there to offer his own strength in whatever way he needed. Magnus was obviously surprised by Alec's inclination to help him and admitted that it's rare to find a Shadowhunter with such an open heart.

23. The aftermath of Valentine's destruction on 2x12 "You Are Not Your Own"

This entire episode was absolutely tragic. When Magnus is hurting so is Alec, and the devastation when he realized he couldn't take away Magnus' pain is agonizing. This moment may not be a happy one, but it definitely made us emotional.

24. Alec opens Magnus up to love for the first time in a century on 1x06 "Of Men and Angels"

Although Magnus had been in love with both men and women before, he closed himself off from feeling anything for anyone for almost a century. But from the moment he met Alec his heart immediately opened back up. If that's not true love than what is?

25. The heartbreaking goodbye on 3x10 "Erchomai"

This scene was a mess of emotions. Magnus couldn't stand by and do nothing while he watched someone so important to the man he loves fade away. Alec told Magnus that he needs to make it back and of course, Magnus' reply was perfect.

26. Unofficial first drinks on 1x06 "Of Men and Angels"

What Alec doesn't know in this scene is that he's sharing his first drink with the love of his life. Of course, with the way these two couldn't keep their eyes off of each other they must have had some idea.

27. Malec's photo booth pics on 2x19 "Hail and Farewell"

Magnus staring at a photo strip of him and Alec after their breakup was devasting. But we couldn't help but fawn over the fact that Magnus and Alec actually had the chance to go out and do cute couple things. Where's our flashback of the photo booth scene?

28. Magnus tries to convince Alec to call off his wedding on 1x12 "Malec"

We were right there with you Magnus. Even though Lydia was a great character, Alec was only marrying her out of duty and obligation. Magnus could see right through him and tried to get Alec to admit who he really had feelings for.

29. Hug and make up on 3x07 "Salt in the Wound"

These two still had some things to talk about, but in this moment the only thing that mattered was their love for each other. With other things taking precedence, they just had to take a moment to make sure the other knew they were sorry.

30. Handholding on 3x02 "The Powers That Be"

Alec was pretty nervous about being the only Shadowhunter in a party full of warlocks, but Magnus was quick to help calm his nerves.

31. Reconciliations on 2x13 "Those of Demon Blood"

After Alec realized he was in the wrong for asking Magnus for a piece of hair to verify his innocence, Alec assures him that he never has to prove himself. He trusts Magnus implicitly.

[drifloonz]

s!3v3n headcanons bc i've been thinking of him and nobodys specifically requested s!3v3n yet? just my default version steven ( post incident post Manicness ). also yea dating hcs too This is an x reader blog primarily you should expect this by now

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♡ S!3v3n isn't an alternate personality of Steven's. I mean like ok technically but not in the DID way. it's just basically steven when he's manic or incredibly upset. he will most of the time go into this form when he feels these intense emotions that he can't exactly grapple with or handle. especially anger or rage or revenge and things of that sort. aliken it to more of a werewolf transformation but like personalitywise. does this even make sense.

♡ despite this S!3v3n can be passive, but he's always on the defensive in some way or another. he's always protecting something he loves from any danger no matter the cost - usually you or miki.

♡ he can loosen up in this state of course, but usually just when you two are cuddling. physical affection seems to soothe him easiest, as he'll just relax and de-tense a lot, but will still hug you nice and tight. he also might purr but who can say. smiles.

♡ prefers he/it, while steven prefers he/they. state of mind based secondary pronoun changes we love to see it

♡ not missingno possessed per se but missingno fucked with a lot of his body, mentally or physically, which is why he gets like this sometimes. missingno isn't possessing him ( missingno does not have desires it is just a jumbled mess of code that can do whatever it wants because it's not supposed to exist ) but being around it made him go a little bit insane, basically. Frenzy area of effect that permanently damaged him /hj

♡ s!3v3n isn't nonverbal per se but he's a lot less verbal than steven already is, unless he's really mad. see; doors open and strangled ( with image examples this time just cuz i wanted to, i guess. the last one is so funny. once again steven/s!3v3n is not written well in these. this is also s!3v3n / steven around the ages of what i'd assume to be 16-17 so take it with a grain of salt bc my hc steven/s!3v3n i write for these requests by default are like 19-28 or over )

♡ he still speaks in a lot of noises over words, and if he has to speak usually does it in very short sentences, but unless he wants to talk he'll always opt for just silent communication or little noises.

♡ tends to growl a lot. notably, steven grumbles and groans and sighs, but never growls. s!3v3n growls and hisses and snarls. things like that. he's more animalistic and impulsive.

♡ due to his impulsive nature he doesn't make the best decisions. s!3v3n is mentally unstable ( not like steven isnt but as said, s!3v3n's emotions are much stronger than stevens ) and very clingy. he does things with 15-35% good intentions, at least to him, and the rest of that percentage is impulse. what he wants in the moment. he's more passive than he used to be when steven was actively fucking killing people, but he'll still be like this sometimes. although, most of the impulse is when he's angry and towards people he doesn't know, doesn't care about.

♡ i state this like he's actively really shitty to be around but nowadays tbh this just shows in s!3v3n not asking you about things and just doing them most of the time. if he wants to cuddle he'll grab you and take you to bed and cuddle with you and you Aren't escaping his arms. he's still mindful of your needs to some degree of course, but he's just sorta like that. this can obviously still lead to discomfort and disagreements though.

♡ he'll be more mindful about it if you seem genuinely upset with him for doing these things, though. although since his emotions are heightened he has bad reactions to being rejected in any way so he'll just lock himself in his room and avoid you because he thinks you hate him ( or is scared of getting angry and hurting you, because hey, he's hurt loved ones over accidents and disagreements before. ) it'll usually take half a day and then his 'being loved' battery runs too low so he gets over it and walks back into your arms with your permission and snuggles up like a big cat.

♡ very very prone to moodswings and is easy to upset. this is a lot harder with anybody he's clingy or protective towards but can still happen. but like i said, easy to soothe with physical affection from his loved ones. he's a moody black cat except a black cat that's like, 6'8 feet tall. and is a lion.

♡ s!3v3n's a lot more buried within steven these days since he's less actively manic all the time, but he'll still come out, usually after traumatic experiences or when steven is extremely upset and can't handle himself. often times he'll lock himself in his room if he can figure that he's about to lose control of himself for everybody's safety. the last time he let himself get lost in his intense emotions he let that control him for like 1-5ish years and killed like 3 or more people and also flew to johto for some reason ( escapism, s!3v3n sort of fucking hates kanto due to how everyone there treats him ) and killed one of those 3 people there.

♡ extremely overprotective and clingy. steven himself already is, but s!3v3n basically just makes his emotions 10x worse. he will not let you leave his sight 99% of the time, will cling onto you literally, and hold you extremely tight in bed so you don't leave because he's kind of selfish and likes your warmth and everything else about you. he'll let go with an annoyed grumble if you have to go to eat or go to the bathroom or something, but he'll let you go. he might follow if he cares enough.

♡ s!3v3n specifically is way more obsessive with miki. she's out constantly when s!3v3n is, getting so much attention. sometimes even more than you. miki's his main priority even if she's perfectly fine and alive - at least to him. you are an extremely close second though, sometimes tying depending on how he feels and how close steven is to you normally. if you're dating but like, only recently, s!3v3n will basically still care about you but will barely be around you unless you need something or come to him first. but if you two are very close he is all fucking over you and is as obsessive about you as he is with miki sometimes. have fun! ( also obviously if you don't fuck with miki this pisses s!3v3n off way more than it pisses steven off. So don't be rude!!! )

♡ he does not go outside for any reason unless it's at midnight. the last time he did he flew to johto and beat a kids ass for no reason. he'll go on strolls in his secluded little forest area of pallet and maybe fly with miki to take his mind off or to go somewhere to do something cryptic, but otherwise he stays holed up in his house as usual. he's much more active than steven though, often pacing or sometimes stomping around if he's upset.

♡ speaking of which he doesn't engage in most activities other than ones to keep him alive like eating and whatnot, but. the exception to this is videogames. canonically, probably, since its noted that he loves videogames and has old consoles. which is really fucking funny. imagine him with his scary ass red eyes and messed tangled hair growling and yelling at a multiplayer game or something. ( he is very competitive </3 ) ( canonically, he probably wouldn't even have any newer consoles with online multiplayer. but for the sake of my headcanons he does. )

♡ likes to cuddle up with you sitting on his lap while he plays games or watches tv or something. another easy way to soothe him.

♡ because he's clingy, this also means he'll take you literally everywhere he goes because he's too afraid and paranoid of leaving you alone. the only time he doesn't is when he himself is going out, is sure you're safe and won't try to do anything, and is sure he'll be quick ( for example him getting a midnight snack and then just coming back to bed after )

♡ type of guy who triple-checks everything - if locks are actually locked, if doors are closed, if wires are working and connected properly ( iykyk ), etc. so does steven, but as per usual, less than s!3v3n.

♡ if you like try to go to the store or something he'll be staring at you like an upset dog the second you get close to his homes door for any reason. he will not break eyecontact until you leave or move away from the door. he'll peak outside just to make sure you're safe, but will try to leave it alone despite his mind desperately telling him that something bad will happen to you if he leaves you alone.

♡ extremely easily jealous. if you ever somehow were to rope s!3v3n in an actual factual public setting ( likely via doing so with steven and something happening to make him s!3v3n during that ), he'd curl his form around you protectively, a hand always on you. it grips tighter whenever he's jealous - not intentionally to hurt you, but just out of impulse.

♡ hair is a lot more wild than usual, sometimes floating a bit off the ground, sometimes even longer than normal? it's also usually even darker than normal, too...

♡ although steven has cooking knowledge when s!3v3n's there, he doesn't really mentally care enough to cook so he just eats frozen meals. its why.. most of stevens kitchen is full of frozen and easy to make meals - because he was in a much worse mindset in most of his years of living at his somewhat decrepit home. said mindset being called Whatever the fuck S!3v3n is.

♡ s!3v3n loves physical contact as mentioned previously, but one thing he likes is to hug you from behind or to rub his cheese-grater feelin' ass chin stubble against your shoulder or something like that.

♡ that borderline certainly can personality a disorder! goddamn!!!!!!!!

♡ he's clingy! obsessive! jealous! terribly paranoid! has a lot of emotions he doesn't know why he feels or how to handle! but he still loves you at the end of the day, he's just easily upset and doesn't know what you want sometimes.

♡ he finds anything strange or new a threat most of the time and will either be cautious or defensive around said things. most true of people, least true of items. i feel like if you poisoned him he wouldn't even feel it so he wouldn't care ( although he does check food for poison if hes giving it to you or miki ). due to this if you want to order delivery or something he will be like "we have food at home." but in a less verbal sense ( probably just dragging you to the kitchen and scrounging around for something to eat that doesn't require social interaction )

♡ while pokemon avoid steven and leave him alone, pokemon and people fear s!3v3n. it's like a magnet aura of people leaving him alone out of fear. this is also kind of canon in strangled red after he gets missingno, where every npc turns away from him after he obtains it. it's not like s!3v3n specifically ever willingly goes out into public settings anyways, but if he were to nobody would bother him out of fear.

♡ if you two run out of food he dreads going to the local pokemart but does it begrudingly, being silent the entire time and just throwing food he wants or needs into his cart. he uh. he doesn't have money after the events of strangled red ( unless he stole mike, gold, or That one kid he presumably killed in strangled's wallet. ) so i don't know how he pays, he just does. or he steals at the dead of night via breaking in. either works. if someone catches him he just turns slowly and stares. the glowing red eyes usually convince them to leave him alone.

♡ he really likes putting his hands through your hair. its soothing and calms him down.

♡ s!3v3n isn't only active when stevens going through an episode, it's just 99% of the time when it happens. but when he just comes out through normal(ish) means, he's pretty passive. just quiet, giving single word responses usually and following you around his house with intrigue. he likes observing you passively throughout the day. just looking at you makes him that much calmer.

♡ sorry if you don't like being stared at s!3v3n does that a lot with his big glowey red eyes. the 'tism. he's staring at you lovingly if you can't tell dw

♡ if anything hurts you he will fucking go after whoever did it. you have to hold him back from seriously hurting anything or anybody. he just growls and stares at whatever hurt you in an attempt to hold himself back but make his intentions known. despite steven himself getting better to a degree, s!3v3n isn't one to be messed with still. He will actually beat your ass and possibly kill somebody over things still, just not as easily since he's ever-so-slightly more well adjusted than he was a few years back.

♡ the only difference is the s!3v3n back then relied on miki and various versions of her to take care of annoyances. s!3v3n nowadays will just beat somebody's ass with his bare hands for the hell of it if they piss him off enough and especially if they are trying to hurt you.

♡ if you two don't live together he'll collect various knickknacks you lose at his house and stash them somewhere safe, close to his bed as a good-luck charm of sorts. he's unironically not trying to be weird, he just thinks its cute and is a little too awkward to tell you that something of yours is left with him... he wants something to remember you by as cheesy as it may seem.

♡ s!3v3n is especially careful to not squeeze you too tight due to s!3v3n allegedly being stronger than steven since he's more emotional in this state than steven is, but at the same time he likes squeezing you a little roughly, but not enough to be uncomfortable. just in a playful and affectionate way. obviously he's mindful of it though, this is the version of steven that did snap his brother's neck after all. as much as he wishes to forget about that.

♡ s!3v3n holds grudges like a motherfucker and will not let them die. he's obviously more forgiving towards partners and usually flags relationship issues as his fault, but he will get vindictive and upset sometimes regardless - he just tries to not act on these feelings and have a moment to himself so he can calm down instead of immediately acting on it like he used to.

♡ doesn't eat a lot. s!3v3n usually comes out when stevens manic / having an episode / extremely depressed, which. Symptom of depression number whatever; Not taking care of yourself. which steven already does, but like stated many times before, s!3v3n is always way worse about stevens flaws

♡ if you like mostly solitude and if you don't like when stevens all snarky to you sometimes, s!3v3n tends to be more quiet if he's happy as stated before. he's just happy existing around you.

♡ often times he'll do his own thing while you do your own thing if the two of you don't want to be super touchy. parallel play behavior. it's usually him taking care of miki while you do whatever hobbies you have.

♡ face is usually shaded over way more than stevens and thats the main visual indicator along with his eyes being glowy usually. which should be known but In case it isn't. oh also he's probably taller or bigger sometimes in this state.

♡ he has a lot of issues but he's trying his best! big scary animalistic boyfriend who is always thinking of giving you a little smooch and cuddles all over.

♡ i'm writing too much and a lot of this boils down to the same things so im sending the fucking post and worrying about it later. amen.

♡ tldr the type of dude to wrap his arms around you tight to his chest and growl at any sort of threat. overprotective clingy boyfriend x 10.

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it's a man named gojo in the world full of people with different types of curses given to them as a form, ability and power to have on their ordinary human body cannot be able to comprehend these abilities. But this man gojo is a special type of powerful used to be a god-like beings with his abilities and power used to defeat enemies so much stronger than him. his eyes are a weapon, and that weapon can make people also look at his eyes and be stuck in a neverending dimension of beauty due to his eyes looking like an ice cave. But his real abilities in them are incredible perception and control over cursed energy. but he's so attractive in that term. he looks like a white haired angel who's only power is to charm woman with his natural beauty.

he looked like a man who could look like a model. He is a man who acts gay but can also act straight at the same time. Having such sparkling eyes that make a moonlight under an ocean look pathetic. I come to terms with the fact that he's a busy man with a busy life. so I don't have time to actually spend time with him and his own business just so I can investigate his hobby and what he does a bit more. Maybe im just hallucinating. but I just want to run my hands through his swan colored hair and brush up against his soft skin no matter how dangerous he really is. it seems like I'm attracted to him, but he doesn't notice me either when we get set on a mission to eliminate much more powerful deadly curses to threaten humanity's cycle of their daily life.

I don't know. he's either trying to be funny to one of his friends, or he's oblivious to any type of strong emotion to anybody in a silent room that trait literally pissed me off since I like him more than usual. No.

I shouldn't overthink about it too much since I invited him over to come have a drink with me no matter if I'm a stranger to him. I just want to get to know me since we are basically partners in a group full of powerful curse holders, holders of much stronger domain expansions, and techniques. I'm surprised he makes death threats when he can actually kill a lot of people. but prefer not to. I'm sitting here on the couch. In my own home, with two bottles of his favorite wine.

Had to ask geto what his favorite wine or alcoholic beverage is, but we aren't gonna pay attention to that.

some fresh bought cut pineapples and strawberries mixed in a bowl, multiple movies to watch, some popcorn and pizza to eat since eating fatty foods can help with being drunk. and two blankets, one for each. Is this a date or not? surely the cost of inviting a god like being you like into your home for a drink SURELY doesn't mean a date. my mind is overthinking again about it. is my outfit likable? Would he even care about a partner he doesn't pay attention to? my mind snaps back to reality once the doorbell ran. I was excited but also nervous about impressing him. Maybe im trying too hard. He is known for being a compassionate person caring about a lot of his people, that's for sure.

That means dreaming about murder in a comedic way?

nope. I'm just too focused on a man who might not even be judgemental. my hands open the door to see that same black mask covering his eyes with a smirk having lines of being "playful" or "happy to receive an invitation to someone's house for a small drink." His greeting was full of kindness once my face had time to react to him.

"O-oh..hello gojo."

"Oh my...what do we have here? You are so red. anything wrong...?"

I felt messy so much. like..does he even notice his words are messing me up? even being blindfolded is making me screech like a drunk fangirl in a concert towards how hot he really is...other then ahem..being thin.

"N-no. I'm fine, gojo. I made a special occasion for us since this is my way of getting to know each other."

I can tell he absolutely adored the decor of this date. I don't know if he finds this is an actual date. He reached the fruit mix to dig into both a mix of pineapple and strawberry all in one single hand. He popped them in like a drug as I watched in a bit of a flustered confusion. How can this man act adorable and goofy by doing a simple thing? so I decided to sit down with him with my voice, which is mute like a YouTube video without volume.

The living room was filled with "Who is going to say the first word?" But he said something as soon as my mind starts to bubble thoughts of "does he like me?" or maybe he wants to fuck me so hard that my womb is filled with his cu-

" Y/N? Are you ok?"

my brain was sizzling so hard, it could cook a steak. he tapped my shoulder out of worry. it successfully knocked my delusional subconscious state back into the void and got me back into the reality that I oh so hate. he's, of course, worried about me, so what was I doing? reminiscing about how lust can change a person's entire perspective about sex but that isn't what I'm doing. My mind was being boiled alive, but somehow, it's back to normal. my vision blinks back to the tv, to my living room, and back to him.

"Let's watch some TV, shall we? Y-you are free to help yourself to some food on the table. It looks DELECTABLE."

"My my...having sex thoughts about me are you?"

I looked more like a makeup blush than a fruit with red on its insides. I guessed he used his ability to see through my mind, but why? Did curiosity get the best of him or he's just trying to figure out why my brain is melting like hot chocolate under a fire. either way, I was able to function enough to talk back.

"N-no, my mind had been a lot more scrambled lately than I can count. but...anyways, let's change the topic. What movies do you like?"

"...hmm.. I certainly like action and fantasy type movies."

I reached to grab the remote to pick out what movie to watch while gojo just casually ate the mixed bowl like he's a starved man. it's avengers endgame, dungeons and Dragons, star wars, and John wick on for free!? Thats a great deal.

Dispite having to pay 167 dollars for this special occasion. My money is being butt-fucked

"John wick."

"Hm? What did you say?"

"Click John wick. I only watched Chapter 2. I need to watch some more with you."

I blush slightly less red, starting to think all of this is about spending time with my own partner and not some romantic date invite unintentionally. i click on John wick only to see the darkness of my living room, have the aura be a little intimately silent to both of us. his head lay on my shoulder. The biggest once in a lifetime just started.

I saw his hand dig through his mask and take it off. Revealing his light blue orbs. the moonlight reflecting on my living room window somehow glistened his eyes to be more gorgeous than they ever were. his eyes are like a fantasy ice dimension full of shiny icy spikes all over it. it's like a whole painting full of vast blue and light blue colors to use to create a full-fledged masterpiece. His eyes look like the bottom of a beautiful hawaiian lake. I kept staring at him until I realize he's genuinely cuddling onto my arm.

I look to the screen and wonder why it's taking so long until I see my internet disconnect. But I no longer care about the internet. What I'm paying attention to is why he's cuddling with me. I guess he's stuck in a bit of a trance. probably because he's tired or he is so aroused with my warmth? my sex thoughts started to terrorize my mind once more. My blush started to return again in terms of that. he's so hot. What inch is he? does he know how to get a person active just by using words. hench forth..words aren't weak to please someone. Either if it's a boy or a girl.

my thought process shattered into a million pieces by seeing him snore on my shoulder like I'm a squishmellow. I'm guessing he's tired from being an extremely powerful sorcerer dealing with threats all day like he's a level 500 player in a video game while those threats are level 44. I reach to his waist and let him lay on my chest no matter how flustered I am. his eyes made me flinch once he blinked them twice to be half-asleep. he chuckled in a raspy voice, making my blush burn my face off by how red I was.

"Aww, look at you looking like a tanglulu strawberry. I'm sure you wouldn't mind if I kissed you a little?" This was a bit unlike him. But he fell back asleep before he can even decide.

let's lay here for the rest of the night.

( -END- thank-you so much for the love you guys give me♡)

[princesspastel8]

Chapter 58

Third POV

It's been two weeks, and Christmas is right around the corner - four days away. Things between Eboni & Jeff have been good, their bond growing stronger and oddly deadly to the ones around them. Eboni has grown tired of Luna's constant warnings regarding Jeff. Eboni can't stand the constant slander of Jeff's name. It works her up so much that the disrespect directed at him makes her feel murderous, which is odd. When has Eboni ever been so set on defending someone to death? She made the decision to distance herself from Luna & Iris, especially after sharing her theory in who shot Jeff.

It was Taylor. It had to be Taylor. The question is, did Taylor set everything up, or did she watch from the sidelines waiting for her chance to strike? Personally, Eboni doesn't think that bimbo is smart enough to talk the gang into jumping her after somehow connecting her to Jeff. In their brains, they truly believed they had a chance against a top of the line serial killer that has been trained by a supernatural being against his well. Jeff has clearly been in more dangerous situations.

However, Iris and even Luna struggled to believe Eboni. They didn't give a reason why - yet their boyfriends managed to chime in and give plenty of reasons on why Taylor would want to kill Jeff and possibly Eboni later on.

After that altercation, Eboni moved back into her home with Tiffany & Daniel. The two tried to get close to Eboni, but all attempts failed. The girl only spent a week in the mansion's medical ward thanks to the healing serum. Jeff, however, had to say another week to ensure that his lungs are fully healed. The bullets used took great damage. All the more reason for Eboni to fight Taylor. It's on sight the moment she sees her again - if she does.

During Jeff's time confined to bed rest, Eboni would come and visit him every day. For some reason, she has grown more clingy to him - not that Jeff minds, it's what he wanted in the first place. His time in this medical room has been painfully boring. The only thing he looked forward to was seeing his girl.

Yet during the times Eboni was away, the killer had to deal with his look-a-like. Nina never left Jeff alone, taking every chance she could to visit him. Even EJ seemed to struggle to keep the girl away, trying to explain that any stress put on Jeff will make his healing process slower. That would always be answered with, 'but my presence isn't stressful - but enlightening!'

To say she annoyed both Jeff & EJ would be an understatement. Eboni even had to witness Nina making a move on her man. Eboni was so angry to the point that her hands were trembling - yet she held back, held her tongue. EJ quickly pulled Nina back and kicked her out, but that wasn't enough to make her rage disappear. Jeff, though, wanted to see Eboni lose it. He can't help but be curious about how his girl would handle Nina. It would be a sight to see, considering how possessive she's become.

Right now, the two are sitting on Eboni's couch, watching some lame horror movie with poor CGI effects. It's mostly just for the two to laugh at. Jeff is resting against the couch with an arm laying on Eboni's shoulder - the girl cuddled against his chest.

"What the hell is this shit princess? That blood looks like ketchup."

Eboni giggles, "This was made in the 1970s. It's in black and white - how can you tell the blood is ketchup?"

"It's too clear! The condensity is off. Blood is darker and waaaaay thicker." Jeff said matter of factly.

Eboni rolls her eyes. "Of course you'd know how thick blood feels."

Jeff scoffs, "Do you wanna know what it feels like?"

"You're asking me this...why?"

"Your foster pricks just got back. If they come in here without knocking, I'm slitting their throats." He said boredly.

Eboni clicks her tongue. "Can you not? I'm tired of those detectives trying to get up my ass. They're so annoying."

"Mhm. Is that why you didn't come see me on Friday?"

Eboni nods her head, frowning at the memory. "Yeah..half of it -"

Jeff groans, now irritated. "I fucking told you Nina pushed herself on me!"

"Sure."

"I would rather slenderman rip me to pieces than be anywhere near her."

"Heh, yeah, ri-"

Jeff moves to pin Eboni to the couch, moving on top of her. He frowns, tilting his head. "Your pussy is the only one I wanna be balls deep in. When are you gonna get that through your stupid little brain?"

Eboni blushes, sucking in her bottle lip. She stares at him for a few seconds before speaking. "I dont know.....maybe show me how much daddy loves my pussy." She whispers boldly.

Jeff chuckles, raising his hand to push his hair out of his face. "And here I am trying to be 'romantic' and watch a shitty movie with you."

"I never said you -"

"You were just bitching about how we never just laz' around doing nothing- unless its fucking."

Eboni huffs, trying to wiggle out of his hold. "Fine then. If you don't wanna -"

Jeff is quick to force her legs opens, pressing himself against her clothed cunt. He rocks his hips, pinning both her wrist above her head. "Never said no to ya' offer princess." He grins, giving her light kisses all over her face.

She giggles, trying to avade his kisses until his lips land on hers. Their lips move in perfect sync, Eboni parting her lips for Jeff to slip his tongue through. The girl playfully pushes his tongue back with hers - earning a warning nibble to her lips.

Eboni, being Eboni, doesn't listen. Jeff opens his eyes, narrowing them as he bites her bottom lip harshly - making the inside bleed just a bit. She whimpers, the killer's grinding becoming rougher.

Jeff pulls away from the kiss, licking his lips before he speaks, though he is never given the chance thanks to a knock at Eboni's door. Both freeze, looking at each other with urgency. The killer frowns, the feeling of his hard on straining against his pants irritating him.

"Eboni honey, it's Tiffany. May I come in?"

"W-Wait a second!" Eboni yells back.

"Imma kill 'em. Ruining my damn fun. I haven't gotten any since I've been shot - fuck!" Jeff whisper shouts.

Eboni wiggles out from under him and opens her closet door, pointing to it without saying another word. Jeff groans, wanting to roll around the floor in protest - but the constant knocking from Tiffany keeps him from doing so. The killer stands, shoulders slump as he walks into the closet. Eboni giggles, kissing his cheek before closing the door, cracking it just a bit for him to see.

"You can come in now!" She said, sitting back on her couch.

Tiffany walks in, a look of excitement clearly on her face. "I have something for you!"

"It's not Christmas yet."

"Well, I was going through the mail, and this is addressed to you." The middle-aged woman said, handing Eboni the envelope. "Its up to you if you want to accpet them back in or not."

"What are you on about?" Eboni questions, opening the envelope and pulls out the note inside.

"Read it. You'll understand what I meant."

Eboni sighs, opening the letter - her eyes widen at the first few lines. As the girl continues to read, tears slowly build in her eyes. Jeff watches this, inching to be near her. When she finishes, Eboni scrunches the letter - tears freely falling from her eyes. Tiffany moves to try and comfort the girl, but she brushes her off.

"....how long were you in contact with them?" Eboni questions.

"After you went missing. They've seen what happened to you on the news and wanted to reach out to you...for a second chance -"

"Bullshit! COMPLETELY BULLSHIT!"

"Eboni-"

"Get the FUCK OUT!" she screams, ready to throw something at the woman if she stays any longer.

"Like I said, it's your choice." She said calmly, leaving the room to give the girl her space - closing the door behind herself.

Eboni begins pacing around the room, her anger rising and tears growing heavier. She balls up the letter and tosses it, grabbing her desk lamp and throwing it to her door. Jeff steps out of the closet, moving to grab the balled up letter. He carefully unfolds it and reads it.

Hello Eboni,

I hope this reaches you in good health. This is your Aunt Veronika reaching out to you. The family has seen the news of all that has happened to you this year and we wish to see you again, to catch up and apologize for the part we played with the cards you were dealt with. You're invited to our family get-together on Christmas Eve & Christmas. We all hope to see you there. Please contact me once you've made up your mind. My phone number is ×××-×××-××××. I'll give you the location if you decide to visit us.

With love, Auntie.

Jeff turns to look at his girl now sitting on the edge of her bed, face in her hands as she cries. He sighs, stepping in front of her and lowers himself onto his knees. He watches her for a few seconds before speaking.

"Princess -"

"Those lying assholes! They abounded me! Gave me away! They're the reason I went through so much hell! My parents clearly meant nothing to them! Why else would they give me away? I wasn't a bad kid... I wouldn't have caused them trouble. They threw me away like garbage - turned their nose up at the sight of me, like I'm gum on the bottom of their shoe. I didn't deserve....this hell they made me have to endure..."

"That's why you should go."

"....what?" Eboni questions in disbelief.

"I think you should go, princess. Tell those fuckers everything you just told me. Think of it as a closer thing."

"But I don't need cl-"

"You do. You clearly do. You wouldn't be balling like a newborn baby if you didn't."

Eboni sniffles, drying her tears. "I just... I don't know if I can face them alone.."

"I'll be with you."

"Huh h-"

"From a distance. What? You thought I'd let you go back yourself? Tough shit princess. Now give that shitty aunt of yours a call." The smiling killer said, pulling back and tosses her phone onto her lap.

Eboni pouts, her lips quivering as she types in her Aunt's phone number - having remembered it from the letter. She takes in a deep breath as the phone rings, letting it out shakenly at the sound of her picking up.

"Hello?"

"I-Its...me auntie...Its Eboni..."

"Oh my gosh, Eboni! Gurl, it's so nice to hear from you! Do you plan on coming to see us? Oh pleaseee say yes! Everyone wants to see you, and I have someone that's been dying to meet you!"

Eboni gulps nervously, looking at Jeff for support. The killer nods his head. "Y-Yeah... yeah, I'll go... just text me the address.."

"Sure thing, gurl! I'll send you all the details! Can't wait to see you again!"

Veronika hangs up the phone, leaving Eboni in her dazed state. She looks up at Jeff, who's holding his arms out for her. He grins, motioning his head for her to come. She grips her phone, jumping into his arms - clinging to him.

Jeff holds her tightly, his grin stretching into his crazed smile. He's not sure why, but he feels so overjoyed. Maybe... just maybe this could be his chance to make her devote her entire being to him - and him alone. If he can somehow show that Eboni only needs him, that she can only trust him - she'll wholeheartedly place her soul in his hands. And that's all he truly wants.

"So proud of you, princess."

Eboni pulls back, looking up at him. "Really?"

"Yeah, I know how hard that shit was. That's only step one." He hums, kissing her forehead.

As Jeff guides Eboni back to the couch, she gets a text from Veronika. The message includes the location of her home, what time the event starts, and even an invite to bing one guest. Jeff looks over the message with Eboni and grins.

"Wow...she lives here?"

"She's not that far?"

"Nah. She lives over on the outskirts of this shitty town. Where all the mansions and stuff are. Slenderman's jurisdiction doesn't reach that fair."

"That includes his protection, too?" Eboni questions hesitantly.

Jeff raises a brow, bringing his hand to squish her cheeks together. "Nothing you say will make me not come with you, princess. The quicker you get that, the better." He warns, removing his hand and placing his arms on her shoulder.

Eboni huffs, snuggling into him with a sigh. "How excatly are you going to not stand out to the public eye?"

"Nothing a change of clothes, contacts, a mask, and hair bleaching can't fix. Like hell, I'm letting you take the city bus by yourself."

Eboni giggles, "I thought you hated blonde hair."

"The shit is too bright. I hated my natural color - that's why I dyed it. To many fucking eyes always staring at me. But once we're back, you'll dye it again for me."

Eboni smiles happily, her anxious heart calming down. She doesn't look forward to seeing her family again, but knowing Jeff will be watching brings her so much comfort. At least she won't be alone. Though with Jeff, he's just itching to see shit hit the fan - all by the hands of his girl.

Both of them are now looking forward to the holidays- for different reasons.

[lovelycrimsonredsnow]

Thank you for taking my request if it's okay can I please ask for another yandere Tiki Toby but how would he react to ema being more scared of him killing her than the fact he's kidnapped her and made her be in a relationship with him

(sorry it's short it's currently 5 am and I've gotten NO sleep)

Yandere ticci toby with ema (oc) reaction to ema being scared of him:

(type: headcanons and a short oneshot)

Genre: fluff/?

--🪓🌸--

🪓 ok so first of all he would take that as an insult-

🪓 despite being sweet to you he's not emotionally stable, it's best to just go along unless you wanna die.

🪓 at first he would be confused since he's delusional and thanks you return his feelings in some way. Not complying causes him to sober up.

🪓 and he doesn't wanna do that...

🪓 so he can react to this in two ways:

He can either be in an empathetic mood and try to comfort you or be in a bad mood and end your misery :)

🪓 there's no In between

"...i-it's me, i-i don't und-understand why y-your hiding..."

🪓 he doesn't just 'calm down'. If he's in an especially empathetic mood he'll cry with you.

🪓 if not he'll either shut the door and tell you to shut up or straight up cry and kill you.

🪓 he'll start sobbing about how you don't love him anymore and out of misery/rage he'll either choke you or chop your head clean off.

🪓 there's also a chance he might try to commit suicide after that if you've been with him a while.

🪓 if not he'll just find other poor person to be his next victim....he'll be better this time...He promised himself he would.

"I-i love yo-you so much....b-but I fuc-fucking hate you at th-the same time"

Cuddles? (Yandere ticci tobi x oc)

Third pov:

Ema cried and sobbed for hours and hours, this man that kidnapped her was way stronger...she could die at any given moment if he wanted to.

A knock echoed on her door and the man whom she learned his name was toby walked in. She started to curl up in the corner and cry even harder. Toby felt terrible...he didn't know what he did to make ema cry but he had enough with it. He sat in the bed next to her and put her in his lap and rock her. She sobbed for a good have hour before there was no more noise. She eventually stopped crying, when he looked down he saw her slowly falling asleep. He personally thought it was cute how she fell asleep on him. He squeezed ema tight and he layed down with her. He could get used to this...

Maybe she liked him to?

He wished he could hold her forever...

[szilianna]

Also, i think it would be important to note that both Eris and Erik are referred to as Mr. Esmeralda. So... Being a girl vindicator means two things. One, you're a fucking disappointment, or two, you don't rely matter, if you can have kids then you will reproduce later on and that's your only duty, you won't be trained.

Eris' father decided to raise both of his children as boys to not have to constantly be ashamed for having a girl in the family. Eris is obviously a bit weaker than Erik, given that men are mostly stronger than women, but they're almost on the same level, and it's not like Eris is really super weak so she's good.

Now this doesn't make her transgender. She's raised a boy, and used he/him pronouns, but she knows what she is and she doesn't mind pretending she's a boy. She mostly doesn't talk, because then others would be able to tell by her voice that she's not a boy. She also binded her chest, and did many boy things, but since nobody aside from her family, and best friend Miira knew what's with her, the others don't suspect a thing. But sometimes, when she's alone, she steals some dresses from wherever she can, mostly from the storage room chests, and tries them on, but none of them fit her due to her muscular build so she's stuck with suits. They have these clothes because sometimes they have events where they can drink and dance together, not because of romance and stuff, these are mostly for celebrations and for getting to know everyone a little better before going on a raid together.

This raising girl vindicators as a boy thing is pretty common, and when they have to marry, illagers marry for tactical purposes, not out of love, so two boys or girls being "married" to each other is seen as a completely normal thing, especially among vindicators, because some of them are pretend boys, and some can't reproduce, so it doesn't matter who they live in one mansion with. So does that make them accepting and not homophobic? Nah. Vindicators and most illagers are everything phobic, they hate everyone, so it kind of doesn't matter to them. They don't like love in general as it makes you significantly weaker and lose focus from your main duties. Also mansions have a certain amount of beds, so unexpected babies mostly get killed after being born. In this case, they like same sex couples more, since they won't accidentally gift the already overwhelmed medical staff with more things to deal with. There's always a time when more children will be born, mostly after one generation of illagers are raised, and they're good and no longer need to be educated and stuff.

They aren't exactly against of same sex couples but they don't encourage it. THEY DON'T ENCOURAGE ANY KIND OF TWO PEOPLE LOVING EACH OTHER BEHAVIOR SO THEY'RE MORE LIKE LOVE-PHOBIC THAN HOMOPHOBIC OR HETEROPHOBIC OR WHATEVER

They don't care what you do or who you sleep with as long as you don't do it in front of them. Illagers don't know how to express their love due to this, so most will never even confess, and will just stay as raid-mates or whatever. But those who can will be cold and agressive in public, seemingly having no feelings towards anyone, but in private, they can be very affectionate. Also they can sleep together, since the mansion is a cold place and they don't have fireplaces in every room, so most illagers and villagers cuddle with each other to stay warm. Which is i think so cute like who wouldn't wanna cuddle a big buff sweaty vindicator LIKE I WANNA CUDDLE ERIS SO BAD ISTG BEST SLEEP OF MY LIFE

Tf is wrong with me i hate myself sm

[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

The main 10 with a crush who basically acts like a guard dog for them

Undertale Sans - He thought it was funny the first few times, but he finds it a bit annoying after some months as you're growling at everyone just talking to him. Sans will have a talk about this soon and you better listen.

Undertale Papyrus - Of course, you're protecting him. If it helps you to sleep better, he can play along. He's four times stronger than you are and could break someone's neck just with his magic, but sure, he needs protection! He feels so protected right now.

Underswap Sans - As long as you're not putting yourself in danger by intervening in one of his police operations, he's fine with it. He thinks it's funny even though, well, he can handle himself quite well you know.

Underswap Papyrus - As long as you're not hurting anyone, he doesn't care. He's kinda of flattered you're protecting him from falling the stairs by carrying him like a princess, even if he has legs. Who needs legs anyway?

Underfell Sans - Cute. He plays along but as soon there's actually danger he drags you out of the way behind him to defend you. You can protest, that won't change anything. Sorry to break your dreams though.

Underfell Papyrus - He's too protective to allow it. He doesn't like it when you face danger to protect him as his enemies are powerful and could break you in half easily. He's flattered, but please stop putting yourself in danger, you're giving him anxiety!

Horrortale Sans - He lets you believe you're scaring dangers away when in reality he's just behind you making a scary very efficient face to scare people away. But sure, you're the hero. What could he do without you? And since you saved him, he needs cuddles.

Horrortale Papyrus - He's staring at you in disbelief as you're screaming at the phone at the architect of the house because he fell down the stairs. You know that house is at least 40 years and that the poor guy is probably in retirement, right? Right, he just wanted to be sure. He appreciates the concern, but please don't cause more chaos.

Swapfell Sans - He's holding you back, a hand on the mouth, seconds before you insult the Queen of Monsters. Nox appreciates the concern, but he doesn't want you to die for it you know. You can protect him from little thieves in the street, but please don't taunt the monster with the higher LV just because she accidentally walked on his foot, he's begging you.

Swapfell Papyrus - You're in a lake, and he's pretending he's drowning in 10 cm of water just to see you run to him all claws out to kill whoever hurt him. When you realize there's nothing, he just bursts into tears, losing it at your face. Yeah, Rus loves to use your protective side for bad pranks. You hate him.

Fellswap Gold Sans - You're fighting to protect each other lol. Both of you are annoyed the other is protective so you're always bickering or arguing to have the right to protect the other in any type of situation.

Fellswap Gold Papyrus - He feels safer knowing you can save him from talking to the cashier in the grocery store lol. Not sure it's a good way to deal with his anxiety though. Pretty sure his therapist wouldn't agree.

[endlessrise]

Lucy was peering around the corner at Kefla, concerned for how he was acting. He wasn't acting like his normal self, he was different, he looked sad. Lucy doesn't like that her papa is sad, not one bit. So she did what she thought would cheer him up. Whenever she felt upset she would cuddle up with her plushy until she didn't feel sad anymore, so perhaps it would help him as well?

Crawling to her room and hopping up onto her bed, she would grab the plushy that he had given her. It was much bigger then the small baby, but it was perfect for cuddling and she had grown attached to it quite quickly. She would drag it off the bed so that it easy for her to move, but then she ran into a little problem.

The plushy being so big ment that it would be difficult to drag, she remembered the time she tryed to get her blanket to the living room to make a little nest out of it to watch cartoons, it got snaged on nearly everything. She would have to carry the plushy and to do that she'd have to walk. Using her bed to help herself up she would test her legs, taking a few steps before promptly falling over.

She would try again and keep doing so until she stopped falling forwards, discovering that her wings and tail made great counterweights to keep herself up. With that she'd pick up the plushy, little arms around it as far as they could go, and start walking to the living room. Bumping into a few walls on the way there but eventually making it.

"Here papa."

Her little voice would say, muffled by the plushy that she's carrying. Walking up to him and presenting it for him to take. The size difference between the small Evoline and the plushy was quite a bit as she wouldn't be able to be seen behind it, except when her little wings flair out to catch her balance as she stumbles a bit.

Mournful was not the right term to use there. He did not grief the death of that soldier because she knew that one day she would meet her end on the battlefield. They all know it, even he could potentially get killed on the battlefield even with this ridiculous amount of power. Power that was not high enough because he was unable to save her. If he was not strong enough to save someone, he was not strong enough to kill him.

Perhaps, he needed to do something different. He has reached his physical peak and while he does get stronger with his routine. It's not cutting it. If training physically did not work, then what he needed was to train the other way. To train his mind and his ki, something he has never done. No, he never grew an interest in training his ki, but his body had reached its peak. Now it was time for his mind and life energy to reach its peak.

He will need to go to the bookstore soon. He should be able to find something that will help him unify his ki, body and mind to get an even higher level of power. Some old book he would usually find at the Sadalian school, but he is clearly too old for that. A shame he did not have access to the book of legend anymore. He had been banned from Namek because he stole it.

Namekian are good when it comes to ki use, but they are not as good as the sadalian. He could think of one weak race that was better at using energy than a sadalian. They called it spirit control, but it was not different to ki control.

The Yardrat. Paying them a visit should not be too much of a problem. Anything to gain more strength. Yes, doing this would be the next step to reach a new level of unexpected strength. When he took the time to think about it, he only put his truth into his physical strength and his ki to win a battle. But, if he remembered the boring class about ki. One reached the peak when body and mind were on the wavelength.

He should have paid more attention during class, but it was better to do it now than never.

Now he finally took notice of the infant talking to him and presenting him with the plush.

— Cute, he said as he took the plush from her hand.

He was certain she liked the plush more than anything, so it was interesting that she wanted him to use what usually helped her feel good. He returned it to her with a sincere smile.

— Papa will be away for a while, you like Kolra and her son, right?

He should be able to convince her to take care of Lucy while he was away. Lucy had taken a liking to her, so it should be fine. Unlike the last time when he left her with one of his duplicate. She was pretty hot, he had to admit.

[the-starry-seas]

the strawberries are actually a wildly funny ship to me hold on lemme explain

so they belong to a BOBF AU where Boba's Tusken tribe is alive and Boba found a squad of clone troopers in stasis and figured he kinda had to rescue them if he was going to try to be a better person, and they decide that he's a cool big sibling and promptly adopt him

Boba also brought Din's covert to live with him under his protection so they can chill for five minutes and Boba can bang Din without Din stressing about his family being safe

Fury, one of the clones, finds out about the covert showing up when he hears someone cussing out Din. He goes to investigate because that's his brother-in-law and Fury probably shouldn't him get turned into paste. When he sees some random Mandalorian taking a swing at Din, Fury promptly goes in and kicks ass.

"Paz, stop it," a woman says, her voice sharp and commanding. The weight on top of him eases a little, as his opponent hesitates and looks toward the speaker. Fury gathers his legs to kick the Mandalorian off him, the treads of his boots leaving dusty footprints on their chestplate. They both fall back. They both scramble to their feet, ready for another round. But neither of them make the first move. One of the others steps between them, with a horned gold helmet and some kind of furred cape across a brown chestplate. A leader, Fury assumes. This must be the covert that had sought Din's help. Why they'd done that if one only planned to attack him, Fury doesn't know, but he does know that he has no desire to get involved with any of them. Whatever their problems or grievances, none of them are against him. He'll leave that particular problem to the man responsible for them all being here. Din's still where Fury last saw him, his Whistling Birds armed as he speaks quietly into his comm. Calling Boba, hopefully. He's the strongest fighter of any of them, even with the clones being taller and stronger. Working together with Din and Fury, they could kill a kriffing mythosaur. "So what's going on here?" he asks. Din sighs. "This is my family." "They're awful," Fury says bluntly, and the blue Mandalorian growls at him. “You’re awful.” “Hey!” The blue Mandalorian starts toward him again, but the leader in the horned helmet braces their hands against their blue chestplate, digging their feet into the sand and pushing back to stop them. They have a hushed, sharp conversation in Mando’a. Fury’s pretty sure it’s about him. Since the Mandalorian with the horned helmet has their back to him, he flips the blue Mandalorian off. It doesn’t seem to improve the situation. “This is Paz,” says the leader. “I’m the Armorer.” “Good to know that one of you still has her sense,” Din says dryly.

Thus begins Fury and Paz tormenting each other to goad each other into another fight. Real "instigating a fight becuase the guy was hot and I want him on me" energy from both sides.

The best part about this is that they are, technically, coparenting at this time. Paz has an eight-year-old son named Jules, who was adopted when his parents were killed by the Imperials that Din led back to the covert. (Paz has some issues with Din getting his kid's parents killed.) The Mandalorians are all co-parenting, and Fury is the daddest dad to ever want to dad, so he decides to also co-parent everyone's kids. This include's Jules, who thinks Fury is pretty cool.

The goading turns into fighting turns into hatefucking. Everyone else is watching this mating dance bullshit with absolute confusion and a good deal of exhaustion.

They would all be much more confused if they realised that the hatefucking was starting to turn into... annoyfucking? Paz and Fury are starting to get used to each other and they still think that each other is pretty hot. Why shove a man up against a wall and then punch him, when you can shove a man up against a wall and fuck him?

It's the better part of a year before they get their shit sorted out, but eventually, they end up cuddling after fucking. From there, they are not admitting that they're in a relationship. Everyone else is aware of it.

Two years after that, one of Boba's Tusken family members hangs out around the palace for a while, and they and Fury end up connecting. (There's a whole writeup about that here, if you want details.)

U'Rajya expresses their intention to court them, if they're open to that. Fury and Paz are very open to that. U'Rajya then expresses their intention to brawl with anyone who has any problems with a throuple. Fury and Paz think that's incredibly sexy of them.

As it turns out, not many people have a problem with that. Anyone who does, quickly learns to vacate the area at high speeds. U'Rajya isn't the only one who's intimidating, capable, and well-armed. Or the only one deeply in love with two warriors who also want to kick ass at any insult to their partner. Sure, U'Rajya is 5'6" and Paz and Fury are both 6'3"... but that just means it's all the more impressive when U'Rajya can kick ass and put him on his knees. It's an enjoyable experience for all of them.