#HIT ME WITH LIGHTNING : VISAGE.

[sercphs]

Epiphany.

[leagueofdccm]

⚒️◂Alden┊i'm striking like lightning ; write my name in skywriting┊Visage,

⚒️◂Alden┊you hit me like the sky fell on me┊Love,

⚒️◂Alden┊yeah ; your skin ; your touch ; your kiss ; the rush┊Lust,

⚒️◂Alden┊It's my life it's now or never i ain't gonna live forever┊Musing,

⚒️◂Alden┊my dreams are my wings┊Aesthetics  ,

[cambion-companion]

Master of the Mouse

Yes yes there is really filthy shameful smut ahead. Adding this to Tumblr so I can keep my masterlist comprehensive.

Raphael x f!reader x Haarlep

Word count: 3174

Crystal blue water cascaded in waterfalls from feminine statues that surrounded a familiar steaming pool.

You licked your lips, the warm water as inviting as the first time you’d stepped foot into Raphael’s boudoir.

“Back so soon?” Haarlep reclined upon a plush red chaise pushed up against the far wall. The incubus once again wore Raphael’s cambion visage.

Haarlep raised an unimpressed eyebrow, seemingly unbothered by your unexpected appearance. “We did have such a delicious time together.” He gave you a lazy smile. “Although your stamina is worse than Raphael’s, if you can believe it.” Haarlep sat up slightly, grinning at the internal conflict he sensed within you. “Did you come back for more of Haarlep? Seemingly the closest you can get to what you truly desire. Has my master remained distant? How preciously sad.”

Every word, spoken in that infuriatingly exaggerated lilt, hit every insecurity and frustration you’d been battling since your very first visit to Raphael’s House of Hope.

The demon rose with a knowing smirk, rolling his neck and stretching his wings wide. Your pupils dilated as they followed the languid movement, each action made purposefully sensual for your torment.

“I must admit, I am rather disappointed you didn’t follow through with retrieving that little contract of yours. It would’ve made for such a satisfying ending.” Haarlep took one step forward, pushing into your space, the heat rolling off his body already warming your clammy skin. “I may even be free now if it wasn’t for your…weakness.” He trailed a sharp finger down your cheek. “You’ve felt him, I assume? The heady rush in your pliable mortal body as Raphael took me in your form.”

You shivered, remembering.

“Speak, little trifling creature.” Haarlep caressed your neck, nails digging into your skin just enough to raise welts. “I wish to hear your voice. Raphael seems to appreciate when I speak using it.” His strong hand wrapped around your throat, resting gently against your collarbone with a dangerous promise.

“I…” You swallowed thickly, your hand closing around his wrist as he gave your neck a slight squeeze. “Yes, I’ve felt it. Multiple times.”

“It must rankle.” Haarlep laughed, his hand trailing down to your tattered disguise, cutting into the fabric of the dirty bodice. “He chooses not fuck you.”

Your eyes sparked fury and you pushed at his chest angrily, not budging the towering fiend an inch. “You’re just a cheap imitation. How does it feel to have been stripped of any free will and identity?”

You’d made a mistake. Taken one step too far. Only realizing your fatal error when his grip on your throat became suddenly tight as a vice, cutting off your air flow. You scrabbled futilely at Haarlep’s hand, your eyes widening in fear. The incubus’ face was a mask of dark intent, grim and deadly.

You released a jolt of magic, channeling lightning energy into the fiend. He twitched and gasped in pain, loosening his grasp enough for you to suck in several mouthfuls of air.

“The kitten does have teeth after all.” Haarlep sneered, tail lashing. “Be aware in this house we yank them out.”

You withdrew your radiant dagger, taking a defensive stance, drawing an amused laugh from the demon.

“My dear, you were foolish to return.” A new voice joined, the familiar cadence of Raphael. The cambion leaned casually against a marble column; arms folded over the chest of his human disguise. His keen brown eyes observed your standoff with raised brows. “Don’t damage my property.” He straightened and strode to you, addressing you and Haarlep. “Or I will be forced to take drastic measures.”

Raphael gave his incubus a sharp look over your shoulder. You felt the demon shrink back, temporarily cowed.

“Haarlep isn’t as magnanimous as I.” Raphael tucked a lock of hair behind your ear, taking a moment to consider you archly. “You truly have a death wish, my errant mouse.”

“You are impossible to reach.” You said, slightly breathless, the skin on the back of your neck prickling under Haarlep’s glare. “I need to speak to you.”

“Thus, you think it prudent to break into my home, in violation of our contract.” Raphael tucked his fingers beneath your chin and tilted his head at you. “The only reason you are not cinders beneath my feet at this very moment is because you chose to not pilfer my belongings.”

“Haarlep doesn’t count?” You asked, your shoulders relaxing slightly.

“Haarlep never counts.” Raphael answered firmly. “I admit to being pleased by the little surprise you left for me.”

You flushed, though your eyes did not waver from his. “Something you’ve used plenty to your advantage.”

“Naturally!” Raphael chortled, a devious twist to his lips. “Just who do you think you are dealing with, my dear?” He leaned in close, his cheek brushing yours. The air around you grew thick with heated tension. “Surely, this isn’t you complaining?”

“Not exactly.” Your eyelashes tickled your cheeks as you turned your face just enough for your lips to graze the corner of Raphael’s mouth. “Though I certainly have no interest in being second to a demon.”

“Bold little thing.” Raphael withdrew just enough to have a clear view of your face. “I do so like it when my clients have some vim and vigor.”

Raphael took a step back, his eyes roving your body. “Such rags you wear. The better to not draw ire from the residents of my house?” He smiled knowingly at you. “Such a blight upon your body offends me. Remove them.”

He could’ve just snapped your clothes away, baring you in an instant, but it was clear Raphael wanted to savor having you in this position. You slowly began unbuttoning the front of your blouse, heat blossoming pink across your cheekbones as you stripped in front of both fiends.

“Your embarrassment is darling.” Raphael slid a hand across your side, resting it upon your hip. “However superfluous. I’ve seen and felt all of your flesh while my incubus has worn it.”

You gave the devil a measured look from beneath your lashes. “You’ve never yet touched me, however. Not truly.”

“Nor you, me.” Raphael seemed to be suppressing his amusement, cocking his head to the side with a gleam in his eyes. His visage shimmered, wreathed momentarily in hellfire as it grew and transformed into his cambion form. A slightly mocking smirk tugged his crimson lips. “I have it on good authority you prefer me like this. A quaint little quirk I find endlessly endearing, love.” Raphael took a measured step toward you, leaning down until your noses brushed. “Do as I say, to the letter, and you might still get out of this alive. Yes?”

You swallowed, reading the fine line between danger and desire you now tread.

You nodded, nerves fluttering in your stomach. “Yes.”

“Good.” Raphael gave your hip a final squeeze before guiding you towards the familiar bed. “Now, lay upon your back and do not move until I permit it.”

Your obedience was the only option you had left, Haarlep followed and sat at the corner of the mattress as you laid down. You shuffled back toward the headboard until only your feet hung over the edge. Haarlep leaned forward and began stroking along the length of your legs, teasing the inside of your thighs. The demon gave you a deviously discerning look as you shuddered in response to his attention.

You turned your head as Raphael approached the side of the bed, holding a glittering decanter filled with dark liquid. Notes of a rich whiskey wafted on a warm breeze to your nose and your muscles tensed, knowing where this was going.

“Hold still. Don’t twitch, little mouse.” Raphael’s hand pressed firm upon your shoulder, Haarlep moved to hold your ankles together in one hand. “This spirit is hellishly expensive. It would be unfortunate for you if a single drop was wasted.”

With a flourish, Raphael unstopped the glass bottle and tipped it slowly and with finesse. You felt the warm liquid filling your belly button, the drip of it splashing your skin as Raphael finished his pour.

“What a sinful delight you are turning out to be.” Raphael bent over your quivering form. His breath ghosted hot upon your chest. “Now hold perfectly still for me.”

You tried valiantly to remain still, a futile attempt, your skin shivering as his tongue circled each breast and threatened to bite at your pert nipples. You tensed slightly in mild trepidation.

“Good girl.” Raphael murmured and chuckled, knowing exactly the effect his praise had. His tongue moved slowly down from the valley of your chest to your navel. You felt his tongue swirl against your skin as he slurped the whiskey down. Raphael groaned with satisfaction and gave your waist a sharp bite before withdrawing, squeezing your thigh approvingly.

Hands gripped your waist; you weren’t sure if they belonged to Haarlep or Raphael. You were maneuvered like a doll onto all fours, the hands on your waist slid to your neck and hair as Haarlep positioned himself on the pillows beneath your torso, guiding your hands to support yourself on his lap.

You knelt over Haarlep, your fingers digging into the flesh of his thighs, smoothing your thumbs over the various ridges marking his infernal nature. You glanced up at the demon wearing Raphael’s form, hellfire eyes gazing back down at you with a cocky grin.

“Now, pet. Enough words.” Raphael instructed, the bed dipping behind you and his warmth pressing against your rear. “Put that lush mouth of yours to better use.”

The tip of your tongue wetted your lips before you pressed a tentative kiss to the angry head of Haarlep’s member. Precum coated your mouth, the heat of it simmering and stinging your lips.

“Now is certainly not the time to act the part of a wilting flower.” Raphael murmured in your ear, his chest and hips pressing flush against you from behind. His words were laden and dripping with lust. “Pleasure me.”

You obeyed, taking the incubus into your mouth, the answering groan from both fiends reverberating through your own chest. Raphael began toying with you from behind, spreading your thighs further apart with one hand and circling your heat until he deemed you ready.

Raphael pushed his hard length into you, drawing a moan from deep within your throat, the sound choking around Haarlep as the demon guided you by the hair further down against him.

Your body began rocking beneath Raphael’s weight, he hissed against the nape of your neck, unable to reconcile the combined pleasure you and Haarlep were giving him.

“Enough.” Raphael’s hands gripped your hips possessively, partially holding you up as your thighs began to tremble. “Kiss her.” Raphael said, his voice lowered in pitch as he continued to thrust into you.

Haarlep obeyed, withdrawing his length from your throat only to take your lips in a scorching kiss, his hand beneath your chin. Haarlep’s long tongue delved into your mouth, your eyes rolled back in pleasure while Raphael fisted your hair from behind and tugged until your neck arched back for Haarlep’s hand to wrap around.

The incubus licked his spittle into your mouth, not releasing you until you swallowed. The effect was immediate. Fresh heat pooled in your belly. The fiends surrounding you laughed as your sounds of pleasure heightened in pitch, a buzzing molten sensation overtaking your limbs to the point of near collapse.

Raphael’s arms wrapped around your torso, grasping a breast non-gently as he lifted you and pulled your body back against his chest. “There you are.” He purred, licking the shell of your ear as you watched Haarlep begin stroking his cock still shining wet from your own saliva.

Raphael turned your head forcefully to him, licking his way across your jaw before his lips and tongue began tangling with your own. You gasped at the ferocity of his touch, your bodies rocking together, the friction building to a crescendo as the incubus spit coursed through your veins. Turning the edges of your vision white.

“So eager, a perfect jewel in the palm of my hand.” Raphael murmured, taking your bottom lip between his teeth until you whimpered. “My treasure, not yet. You still must be punished for interloping uninvited.”

Raphael withdrew completely from you, gesturing for Haarlep to follow suit. A strangled cry caught in your throat at the sudden absence of pleasure and warmth. You twisted around with surprising dexterity given your current state, glaring daggers at both fiends. You were able to tell which was Raphael by the especially amused smile on the smug bastard’s face.

“Ah, ah.” Raphael raised a finger to you, commanding you to sit back down upon his bed. His tail swished back and forth as a sly grin tilted his lips, showing off sharp white teeth.

You made your displeasure known by the petulant expression you gave him before settling back cross-legged, having no choice but to obey the devil’s every whim.

“Watch and squirm, little mouse.” Raphael kept his eyes on you even as Haarlep began biting and licking down Raphael’s body, deep red as a ripe cherry. “Keep your hands upon the sheets.”

Your gazes locked, your whole body flushing as the sounds of Haarlep pleasuring his master filled the room. You fidgeted, trying to gain some sense of friction, especially after Raphael closed his eyes and moaned low in his throat. “Be still, my dear.” His eyes opened to burn once again into you.

Haarlep continued moving between Raphael’s thighs, his wings stretching to either side as he knelt upon the luxurious rug. Raphael continued voicing his pleasure, to torment you more than anything it seemed.

After what seemed to you an eternity, the cambion pulled Haarlep by the hair away from his body. “Change.” He instructed tersely.

A glimmer of orange light surrounded Haarlep, the fiendish form shrinking into a smaller feminine shape. Your eyes widened as you saw your own visage blinking owlishly back at you, the second time you’d had such a disconcerting view.

The demon had the gall to blow you a small kiss, grinning as the blood drained from your face.

Raphael arched an amused brow as well. “Hands on the bedspread, pet.”

You felt the familiar tingle from the top of your head to the tips of your toes. The incubus in your form turned to face you and pushed their hips back against Raphael’s.

All three of you made a soft sound of pleasure.

Raphael didn’t bother to move.

He made Haarlep do all the work, the incubus riding back against his cock. All the while the cambion’s eyes remained fixed on you sitting meekly upon his bed, your aching fingers twisting in the silken sheets.

You bit into your bottom lip, tasting the iron of your blood. Your gaze became pleading, not able to look away from Raphael’s sharply angled face. His tail wrapped around Haarlep’s leg as he growled a command for them to move faster.

Haarlep bent forward, grasping the bedpost, the lewd sound of lovemaking teasing your ears and making your mouth water.

“Now, your turn to watch.” Raphael spoke, his teeth gritted from the effort it seemed to take him not to spend himself there and then. “Observe how I treat a playmate I actually desire.” He pushed Haarlep unceremoniously to the side and strode to you. His body pressed you back against the mattress as he crawled over you, his massive wings extending and falling either side of where you lay prone.

“Raphael.” You didn’t know what you intended to say, all thoughts silenced as his mouth found yours. All teeth and tongue, demanding a claim to you that no amount of magic could wash away.

He hungrily swallowed your moans and whimpers, his sharp nails digging into the flesh of your hip until beads of blood blossomed. Your hands touched and pressed against the thin flesh of his wings, his body shivering in response as he slowly began grinding down against your writhing hips.

Like the rest of his fiendish body, Raphael’s cock had ridges all along its girth. You experienced the dizzying stretch of your body accommodating his intrusion, the ridges catching and rubbing against your most erogenous parts. Your toes curled in response, your legs wrapping instinctively around Raphael’s torso. He answered with a growl as his sharp teeth found the base of your neck, marking you as his possession.

Hellfire surrounded your twisting bodies. It licked harmlessly against the sheets and your skin, framing the lurid scene in flickering light and shadow.

Pain and pleasure mixed with desire and fear.

Your fingers sought him, wrapping around his lower right horn. Raphael took your wrist and pinned the offending hand to the bed, giving your neck a reprimanding bite. “You are here to serve me.” He reminded you, his tongue soothing over where he’d broken skin. “Careful.”

You wanted to say something witty and stinging as a retort, but your mind was far too lust addled for such a feat.

You were his. He was not yours.

The igneous tension in your belly began seeping down into your legs. Your tired muscles tensed. You cried out your release against Raphael’s neck, clinging to the cambion as his body became the anchor to your own.

Raphael followed soon after, unable to withstand the way your body milked him. His seed burned into you as he slammed against your hips, each thrust drawing a cry of pained pleasure from your aching throat.

Raphael sat up slowly, observing the mess he’d made of you upon his own bed. He caressed a hand through your hair before digging his claws against your scalp, drawing from you a final mewl.

Looking conceited as ever, the devil stepped to the floor and rolled his shoulders, admiring his reflection in the standing mirror. “The wanton woman waltzed blithely to the devil’s den. With the sole aim to feel pleasure beyond mortal ken.”

Raphael grinned at you, self-assured and smug while you continued to desperately catch your breath, struggling to sit up. He tilted his head, gesturing lazily for Haarlep to approach from where the incubus had sat back against the chaise.

“Clean our guest.” With another wave of his hand, clothes reappeared upon Raphael’s form, his appearance collected and coiffed as though nothing untoward had occurred. “I have important business to attend to.” Raphael hesitated a moment, his glowing eyes looking you over then flicking to Haarlep as the incubus walked to where you still lay. “Keep her here. Our time together is not yet done. Oh, and Haarlep…” Raphael’s tone lowered to a menacing timbre. “Speak to Him about this little distraction and I will find out. I demand your silence, or I will personally strip that twisting tongue from your wretched mouth.”

Long fingers snapped and a shower of sparks enveloped Raphael, whisking him from the room and leaving you alone once again under the piercingly judgmental gaze of his incubus.

[2af-afterdark]

Lord of the Mountain

Fandom: Twisted Wonderland Content: Malleus x afab!Yuu|Player (you/your), fantasy au, oral sex (Yuu recieving), Malleus is a dragon-man and we monster fuckers shall feed, yuu is shy, first times, yuu is a virgin, double dicks for our dragon✌️ A/N: Planned for this to be longer, but the spot I hit was cute sooo... Also, you know, real life is kicking me in the teeth right now Word Count: 912

Malleus – the fabled terrible lord of the mountain whose moods controlled the very weather and earth around him; whose happiness made crops grow plentiful and healthy and whose anger split the sky with lightning and thunder – held your knees apart to admire the space between your legs that you'd been trying to hide by closing them. His emerald eyes bore into you, a thousand questions dancing at the tip of his tongue but not one being asked as he concerned himself more with studying every inch of your beauty; the shape of your hips, the build of your frame, the swell of your breasts hidden behind the cup of your hands, the shyness on your face as you looked away from him, he etched all of you into his eyes and committed it to his very long-lived memory.

He intended for more senses than simply his sight to admire you. He buried his head between your legs, pressing his lips against your lower ones. His long, black tongue dragged through your wet folds, then effortlessly doubled back to get another taste of your chastity. 

He savored the flavor of your arousal, demonstrating the restraint of a saint so as to not ravish you entirely despite his desires. You were, at the end of the day, only human and he had to use a delicate hand when handling you or else you may just break beneath his claws. 

But when he glanced upward, you were not looking at him. Your eyes were turned away, while your lip was practically red from how fiercely you had been biting it to muffle your own voice. You were the perfect visage of nervousness and anxiety, but he intended to chase that expression away.

His hands slid beneath your buttocks, lifting your hips enough to lift them into the air and press firmly against his mouth so he could slip his tongue inside of you. The small, surprised gasp you made as he licked the sides of your inner walls threatened to test his patience. After all, you were a feast. So much so that he had to forcefully pull himself away before he devoured you whole.

Malleus pulled away from your dripping hole. “That should be enough to allow your body to accept me.”

“My lord,” you said with warm cheeks as you stared away from your own nudity, trying to ignore how your lower half burned and throbbed with want after what he had done, “I don't think there is a human alive who could welcome all of you.”

He didn't have a frame of reference to compare himself to a human male, but surely he wasn't that much larger. Not enough to be of concern at the very least.

He repositioned himself between your legs, sitting up so he could rest his hardness – both of them – against your mound. The hand holding your left leg open was replaced by a tail curling around your thigh so Malleus could press a spot on your lower stomach.

“They will only reach to here.”

Only.

As if the place he was touching wasn't a hair's breadth from your belly button. As if you were supposed to find it comforting as he brushed his fingers over that spot. As if you weren’t lying under a man – well, a dragon technically speaking – for the first time.

“My lord, that's still quite the feat.”

“Is it? It seems normal for a female dragon to take this much. Are humans different?”

“I wouldn't know, my lord.”

The corners of his mouth pulled slightly downward. “We've spoken about using titles and you’ve already uttered mine three times.”

You felt your face grow warm in shame and embarrassment as he pointed out your behavior. “I'm sorry. I'm not used to referring to you by name yet.”

“Even now?” He asked.

“Even now,” you confirmed.

“Shall we delay the ceremony until you're more comfortable?” He continued to ask, but the way his erections twitched against your entrance in anticipation told you that he was eager to proceed.

“No, my lord.” As nervous as a part of you was, you wanted the same thing deep down. “I'm ready and willing. Please allow me to officially be your bride.”

Bride was the term given to those residents – male or female, man or woman, old or young, rich or poor – of your village and many others nearby that were sent as a sacrifice to the lord of the mountain. When the fields were barren and the water ran dry, they were expected to throw themselves at the lord's mercy and convince him to grant prosperity to their families and neighbors. But you would be different than all his previous brides, because you would be the first one to truly be his mate – or, that was the term he used, at least, but it sounded so animalistic that you still chose to use the phrase you were more accustomed to.

As soon as he had your permission, you could feel something fat pressed against your entrance, already pushing its way inside.

An unease rose up in your stomach for what you knew would happen next. “M- my lord?”

“It's only one and I shall be gentle,” he promised as he leaned over you. He laid his palm against yours to lace his fingers with yours. “Tell me if you would like to stop.”

“I don't plan to,” you replied as you curled your fingers around his. “Please continue.”

[lxverrings]

Lost Little Lamb.

A Miguel O’hara fic. (Unresolved Angst,17+)

Disclaimer: The “religion” depicted here that reader is from originally, is not real, and is simply a mirage of the nasty underbelly of Catholicism/Christianity. You’re here to be horny, not religious anyway.

A/N: Lol I’ve had this in drafts for SOOOO long. I fixed it a wee bit, and you guys let me know if um. You want part 2... I’m a bit rusty, sorrz

Summary: Reader is currently worshipping some obscure figure after Catholicism has failed in the glory of its broken system. Pleasing this “God” via “Sacrifices” which if I describe; are not words listed in the Bible, all is consensual, nothing is done without consent prior.

Warnings: Nothing done to reader, but dark themes such as blind worship, and religious trauma. Reader is completely devoted to Miguel, Fem!Reader. Eventual smut (?), alternating POVs, done in 3rd POV. No use of “y/n��.

This might be more self indulgent than I want it to be, tbh.

How did you get here? ... Did you lose your way, little lamb?... Once so holy... Yet here you are. ...This book has led down a path of nothing but evil, now has it? ... Have you come to repent?... Have you come to change?

The answer, is no. Not really.

...

Many proclaimed you a witch in the vicinity of town, why? Because you decided to believe in something else. Those questions you received were nothing but taunts the priests held to you visage every time you stepped remotely close to the church.

...But why did you venture near it? You didn’t know. But He did. He who saved you.

He saved you. You should be greatful.

“Greatful I am for him.” you muttered into the book you found on the night of your misfortune.

...

All it took was confiding in one priest. That man broke your trust. He indefinitely broke it. The putrid smell of his musk as he threatened to tell the townsfolk what you did as you broke away, shots of lightning powering through voltages and rumbling through town.

On that night, you clearly remembered wondering, ‘Was that Thor’s lightning bolt? Or was it Zeus’...?’

Well... No matter. Your boots were shoved into the mush of the earth as water hit your cheeks, was it the rain or your tears? Only salt could tell you that. Slipping to find some sort of freedom as the winds howled your name, screeching through your veins as you were hurled into a cave... The blaring winds howling at your misfortune, the belittling forest trampling you further down that misbegotten path.

It was a strange cave, that one. Strange Aztec symbols, lost doom, foreign glory, and a taste of freedom so close... Yet so far.

...

And there it was.

All it took was a little venturing further down the unwelcoming atmosphere.

The answer.

You had no idea yet, but when you opened the book, the cave seemed to lit up, and a strange voice croaked to life, as if awakened.

“Me despertaste. Who are you? And where do you come from? May I ask?” Frantically, you almost threw the book away– who fucking wouldn’t? At the sound of such a sudden voice, it is only natural, the want to run away.

“What are you afraid of? ¿Porqué corres?... You smell of fear.”

“... I- I’m sorry, the priest- he threatened me and I-” it would be too awkward to say it was this... Thing. That had frightened you anyway.

“Shhh, ovejita. No llores. No tengas miedo de mí.” seems it knew.

“What... Do you mean?”

“I have the answer to your problem. I can fix it for you. If you do one thing... Para mí.”

Desperate for a way out, you agreed to take the book this voice asked you to take. You were free to leave it, but... You felt strangely attached to it? How weird. How... Unsettling. Attachment... To a book.

...

But you soon followed with the bidding of this being you now knew went by... ‘Miguel’. A common, human name, really. But maybe that was the point. Maybe that was his trick. And maybe that’s what he wanted... So for now, you would refrain from using it.

(POV change)

A simple task, really. Everyday, ask people if they were interested in seeing if they were worthy for a divine presence beyond mortal understanding. Some agreed, some disagreed.

Those who did agree, were soon addicted to the euphoric feeling this ritual gave them. Miguel knew. He knew all too well.

What a perfect little bride you are, as oblivious as ever, unknowing these rituals aren’t for him;

They’re for you.

And he knows that, but you don’t... He knows that. He knows your smaller, more fragile body would never be able to sustain his demonic form... He’d break you. Literally.

...

So here he is. The candlelight morphing into his shadows.

“Muñequita.” He whispered in a deep rumble– the one he always had for you. Such a pretty, innocent little thing. Oblivious to everything.

Such pretty little eyes in awe of his presence. How he wanted to see you cry on his cock, begging for more– No, no. You’re not ready. Not yet... Not quite. But he hasn’t stopped thinking about you for a minute, less so with those innocent little eyes watching his shadow in awe.

“Ah! Sorry... I didn’t feel your presence, My lord.”

Translations:

“Miguel will suffice.” he hissed. But... it was gentle, his shadow gently caressed you, making shivers run down your back, “I need you to go fetch something for me. A small... Offering. If you will. If you have finished reading my book... You should know I will need more. Voy a necesitar más de tí.”

“And... Will you comply with keeping me safe?”

“Sí, mí dulce.”

1. “You have awakened me.“ (tone: demanding/accusatory)

2. “Why are you running?”

3. “Shhh, little lamb. Don’t cry. Don’t be afraid of me.”

4. “...For me.”

5. “Little lamb...”

Tags:

6. “I will need more of you.”

7. “Yes, my sweet.”

@obi-mom-kenobi

[s0lemnhypn0s]

So like, I'm insane, so let me share some songs I think are very Crochawk

-Smooth by Santana

"And if you said this life ain't good enough // I would give my world to lift you up // I could change my life to better suit your mood // Because you're so smooth // And it's just like the ocean under the moon // Oh, it's the same as the emotion that I get from you // You got the kind of lovin' that can be so smooth, yeah // Give me your heart, make it real, or else forget about it"

-Your body, my temple by Will Wood

"Amen, I'm only a man // Howling at your face in the moon // Hot damn! But no holy man, kneeling in the stained-glass tomb // As all hell breaks loose, as all hells always do // Oh, what the hell can I do // To have a little more heaven with you? // Hot damn, you are a part of my plan // Cataclysmic Catechism catch-22 // Your body, my temple, baby // Your body, my temple // So, when the cattle fall dead and the waters run red // I'll be your lamb's blood on the wall // God isn't dead, but that's exactly what I've been dreading // After all the meek inherited fuck all // If you help those who help themselves // My superstitions, your visage, my visions // Your body, my temple, baby // Your body, my temple"

-Sex dwarf by Soft cell

"Isn't it nice, sugar and spice // Luring disco dollies to a life of vice // I can make a film and make you my star // You'd be a natural the way you are // I would like you on a long black leash // I would parade you down the High Street // You've got the attraction // You've got the pulling power // Walk my little doggie, walk my little sex dwarf (here doggie, doggie!) // We can make a scene, we'll be a team // Making the headlines sounds like a dream // When we hit the floor you just watch them move aside // We will take them for a ride of rides"

-Paralyzer by Finger eleven

"I hold out for one more drink, before I think // I'm lookin' too desperately // But so far has not been fun, I should just stay home // If one thing really means one // This club will hopefully be closed in three weeks // That would be cool with me // Well, I'm still imagining a dark lit place // Or your place or my place // Well, I'm not paralyzed, but I seem to be struck by you // I wanna make you move because you're standin' still // If your body matches what your eyes can do // You'll probably move right through me on my way to you"

-To err is human so don't be one by Will wood

"Mm, I could take your life, if you're done with it, sweetheart // You still picking at that? only ate the good parts // Hey, whatever works, I'm a cheap date (Check please!) // Falling off the bone, I'm awful glad we met // We only ever notice what's in front of us // Read over my shoulder, breathing down my neck // Are we on the same page yet, I'm getting old here! // Come on don't you get it? What the heck? // Oh, I could drink your blood if you let me, baby // Drain you o' your love until you hate me // Yes, to err is human, so don't be one // This was a mistake, I'll take my leave // But, before I go, let me know if you see // A little black bag with a toe tag please // If you don't hate me, then reanimate me // Prove it to me baby, lightning in my veins // These instincts I've managed to stave mean // Monsters must be people too, so oh geez! // Oh, I could drink your blood if you let me, baby // Drain you o' your love until you hate me // I will drink your blood 'till your lips turn blue // Drain you o' your love, if you want me to"

-GOOD OLD FASHIONED LOVERBOY BY QUEEN

"I can dim the lights and sing you songs full of sad things // We can do the tango, just for two // I can serenade and gently play on your heart strings // Be your Valentino, just for you // Ooh, love, ooh, lover boy // What're you doing tonight? Hey, boy // Set my alarm, turn on my charm // That's because I'm a good old-fashioned lover boy // Ooh, let me feel your heartbeat (grow faster, faster) // (Ooh-ooh) can you feel my love heat? (Ooh-ooh) // Come on and sit on my hot seat of love // And tell me how do you feel, right after all // I'd like for you and I to go romancing // Say the word, your wish is my command"

"Dining at the Ritz, we'll meet at nine // (One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine o'clock) precisely // I will pay the bill, you taste the wine // Driving back in style, in my saloon, will do quite nicely // Just take me back to yours, that will be fine // Come on and get it // Ooh, love (there he goes again) // Ooh, lover boy (he's my good old-fashioned lover boy, ooh) // What're you doing tonight? Hey, boy // Everything's all right, just hold on tight // That's because I'm a good old-(fashioned, fashioned) lover boy"

[itsupermanti]

My Hero Superman AU; Reign of the Multiversal Supermen by @itsupermanti, Part 5 Action Comics; Starring the House of El, Feat. the Justice League

(Artwork from Superman Vol 5, #9)

Inko(voiceover as she is seen hugging her resurrected mother): My name is Inko Shimura-Midoriya, and I am the Warrior of Truth, Wonder Woman!

Inko(voiceover as Nana hugs her back with tears in her eyes): The woman I’m hugging is my mother, Nana Shimura, the Wonder Woman before me.

Inko(with tears in her eyes as she let’s go and pulls away to look at Nana): How is this possible?

Kent Nelson(with his helmet held in hit arms, gesturing towards a stunned Eri): I simply pulled out the remnants of her soul that were bond to Young Eri’s quirk here, and used my magic to simply create a new vessel for the soul.

Kent Nelson(chuckling as all the pros look at him in shock): You all think of All Might and Superman as godly beings, yet I can make what they both can do look like the work of insects.

Eri(looking at her great-grandma in shock): Is it really you granny?

Izuku+Ochaco(confused by their daughter’s words): “Granny”?

Nana(turning to Eri with a small smile and tears in her eyes): Yeah, it’s me “Unicorn”…

Eri(pointing at Nana with wide eyes): Then what were the first words you told me when you first learned how to talk with me?

Toshi(eyes wide): How could you-

Nana(answering Eri): I said, “You’re just like your father and grandfather. You’re going to accomplish so much. I’m proud to have you as part of my family!”

Eri(darting to Nana and hugging her tightly): IT REALLY IS YOU GRANNY!!!

Toshi(waving his hands around in the air): WAIT WAIT WAIT!!! TIME OUT!!!

Toshi(pointing at Eri): You could hear her as a visage?

Nana(turning to her former student): She could, her connection to “One for All” grew at such a rate that it allowed her to hear us.

Nana(turning to Izuku): If Izuku had kept it for just a little longer, then he would’ve started hearing us.

Nana then passes Eri to Inko and walks over to Toshi and Hisashi, stopping in front of them both with a smile. A smile that is beaming with pride for her two students.

Nana(hugging them both): I’m proud of you two, you’ve both accomplished so much without me.

Nana(pulling back and turning to Toshi): You we’re able to fill the void I left behind and gave the world someone to look up to as best you could when Hisashi left…

Nana(turning to Hisashi): You showed the world a glimpse of what they can become, what they should be, and you continued to do good by our family.

Nana(turning around to face Inko): And you.

Nana(walking back to Inko with a smile): You stood tall, unbroken, a mother who supported her child through their hardships and made sure that they were loved.

Inko(smiling at her mother with Eri in her arms): I had a good role model.

Nana(turning to the people around them): I have quite a few words to say to SOME people…

Nana(walking up to Izuku and his siblings): I know you three WILL show the world how heroes are SUPPOSED to be.

Nana(turning to Ochaco, Eijiro, and Jirou): Thank you for caring for my grandchildren.

Nana(turning to Sir Nighteye with narrowed eyes): And you…

Nana(appearing in front of Nighteye in a gust of wind): HOW DARE YOU CLAIM THAT MY FAMILY WERE TERRIBLE CHOICES FOR “ONE FOR ALL”?!?!?!

Nighteye is initially startled by the former Wonder Woman’s sudden appearance and shouting. The bespectacled man quickly recovers with an annoyed look, but before he argue his own reasons he is interrupted by the angered Great-Grandmother.

Nana(seemingly towering over the man): AND DON’T YOU DARE CLAIM THAT THAT MIRIO KID WOULD HAVE BEEN A BETTER CHOICE!!! YOU JUST WANTED HIM TO BE A COPY OF TOSHI AND HE WOULDN’T HAVE BEEN ABLE TO USE IT THE SAME WAY ERI DOES!!!

Nighteye(getting fed up with being told wrong): YOU DON’T KNOW THAT!!!

Nana(sparks of lightning flashing in her eyes): I DO KNOW!!! WHEN I WAS A VESTIGE IN THE QUIRK, I REALIZED THAT THE QUIRK HAS ACCUMULATED TO MUCH POWER TO BE USED ALONGSIDE A QUIRK FACTOR, WHICH IS WHY I AWAKENED IZUKU’S TRUE POWERS SO THAT HE WOULDN’T DIE!!!

Nana(cutting him off with her eyes glowing with lightning): ERI CAN HANDLE IT BECAUSE SHE GOT IZUKU’S ABILITIES TO ABSORB SUNLIGHT AND HIS TELEKINESIS, HER ORIGINAL QUIRK NOW SIMPLY REINFORCES HER HEALING, AND SHE DOESN’T NEED TO USE THE POWER SINCE SHE USES HER COPY OF IZUKU’S POWERS!!! IF ANYONE TRIES TO USES “ONE FOR ALL’S” STOCKPILED ENERGY, THEY’LL DIE!!! SHE DOESN’T EVEN NEED TO USE IT!!! AND ANOTHER THING-

Inko(voiceover as everyone moves away from Nana chewing out the foresight user): Wow, she’s really letting him have it! Good, his whining was getting more annoying every time…

Hawks(with his goggles raised and eyes wide in disbelief): Wait, are you two saying that I’m part-alien?!

Carter Hall(with his helmet in under his arms and his wings retracted, speaking Japanese): We’re saying that you’re half Thanagarian.

Shayera Hall(holding her helmet in her arms and her wings retracted as well, also speaking Japanese): We looked you up shortly after Superman made his reappearance, and we found that your father was an exiled Thanagarian criminal that made his way to Earth and started a criminal career. He was stripped of his wings and could only manifest razor sharp feathers, which he passed off as a quirk. You inherited your wings from him.

Hawks(hand on his chin): That does explain a bit.

Hawks(looking back up at the married couple): So what are two going to do with me?

Hawkman(putting his helmet back on): Nothing.

Hawks(confused): …Excuse me?

Hawkman(repeating himself): I said we’re going to do nothing.

Hawks(eyes wide): Why not?

Hawkwoman(with her helmet back on): Because you’re not your father.

Hawkwoman(placing a hand on Hawks’ shoulder and lowering her voice): Nor are you the weapon the Commission tried to make you be Young Keigo…

Hawkwoman(as Keigo’s eyes widen at hearing his real name as well as his relationship with the H.P.S.C.): You are capable of making your own choices and flying free.

Hisashi(whistling as he turns away from his mother-in-law, who is still berating Nighteye for his claims that Izuku and Eri were never worthy of “One for All”): She’s just as vicious as Ma is.

Yu(nervously walking up to Hisashi with her mask off): H-hi S-S-Superman, I-I’m n-not s-s-sure if you-

Hisashi(turning to Yu with a smile on his face): Hello there Yu, how have you been?

Yu(stunned): You DO remember me?!

Hisashi: Of course I do, “I wish it was okay for you to fly”, I gave you one of my capes once, and you turned it into a jacket that you wore to work at the news station as a cub reporter. I figure Inko told you about our shared history?

Yu(stunned): It really is you, Mr. Hisashi…

Hisashi(placing a hand on Yu’s shoulder): Let’s go and catch up kid…

Hisashi(looking over his shoulder at Nana, letting off sparks of lightning while being held back by Wildcat and All Might as she continues berating a frightened Nighteye): This may take a while…

After taking time to make sure that everyone on the island was accounted for, a sleek black aircraft appears on the horizon and swiftly lands upon the landing strip of I-island. Out of the aircraft, steps out a young woman in a black costume with purple running down the sides, with purple boots, and gloves, a purple belt, and a purple cape, and a purple hood and black face mask, with bits of her flaming green hair being visible underneath, but what stands out the most is the purple bat symbol on her chest. This is Moe Kamiji, one of Enji’s top sidekicks from his time as Endeavor, formerly known as Burnin now known as Batgirl!

Batgirl(looking around): Wow boss, you weren’t kidding when you said that you ran into unexpected trouble on your way to Superman’s Fortress.

Batman(walking up to her with his cape draped over his shoulders like a cloak): You brought what I asked for?

Batgirl(waving towards the aircraft she came in): Yeah, a set of subzero Batsuits, and artic gear, capable of withstanding the temperatures of the Arctic circle.

Kirishima(having running unto the aircraft): THANK YOU!!!

Batgirl(smirking at Kirishima running unto the aircraft to get some of the gear): As well as some supplies to help with the relief effort in getting I-island back to floating on the ocean.

Batgirl(turning back to Enji with a worried look): You sure this isn’t a “All hands on Deck” situation?

Batman(turning to Moe): We have this taken care of, you just keep an eye on things back home.

Batgirl(snorts): Speaking of home…

Batgirl(lifting her glove and activating her wrist computer): He popped up on our radar again…

Batman(with regret in his voice as a hologram of a man in combat gear and a red helmet with white eyes appears, with a red bat on his chest, Knight Ops Red Hood from “Gotham Knights”): Touya…

Batgirl(as the man is shown using guns that shoot bullets made out of blue fire): It’s him alright, taken to calling himself “Red Hood”.

Batman: What about “him”, is he still catatonic?

Batgirl(switching to an image of a cell in Tartarus, holding a man with green hair and bleach white skin laughing quietly to himself): No luck, as soon as one of the guards’ TVs reported the news that the League was back, he turned towards it, and said “Batman?…Darling” before grinning widely. They moved him to a secure cell immediately.

Batman(as the man, looks up at the camera, revealing his wild green eyes and yellow teeth): Good, the longer we can keep Joker off the streets the better.

Batgirl(as she switches to another set of images and recordings showing Red Hood going after members of a gang all wearing clown themed makeup): It also looks like Touya is starting to remember who he used to be before All for One had him revived as “Dabi”, he’s been going after the remnants of the Joker gang, he’s investigating his own death in his free time from the League of Villains.

Batman(regretfully gazing at an image of a younger, smiling Touya): We have to find him, help him. I’m not giving up on him…Not again…

Batgirl(switching to a final set of images and police reports, showing a young man in a red and black costume, with a yellow harness and a red cape shown to be able to turn into wings for flight and a red domino mask, letting black hair show, New 52 Red Robin suit): We also have more confirmed reports of the new guy, calling himself “Red Robin”. Naomasa suspects this guy has an accomplice helping him gather the evidence to track and bust the gangs he goes after, but it’s obvious this guy is learning as he goes, he staff techniques are sloppy, but he’s learning from his mistakes at a fast rate. He was also heard talking to someone named “Oracle” over a com-link.

Batgirl(as Enji takes a closer look at the image of “Red Robin’s” face, noting that it looks familiar): People think that Red Hood and Red Robin are part of the “Batman Incorporated” agency, what with Red Hood wearing that bat on his chest, and Red Robin’s name and costume looking like they draw inspiration from Kota and your old costume from your time as Robin.

Batman(as the others start unloading the relief supplies and Arctic gear): I’ll look into them once we get back.

Batman(walking up): I say we split these investigations up between us when we get back.

Batman(as Enji and Moe turn to him): Batgirl will look into this “Oracle”, and Robin and I will go after “Red Robin”.

Batman(turning to Enji): You just focus on getting Touya back.

Batman(nodding): I will.

We see various pros helping with the clean up of the island, with help from the Justice Society, Justice League, and UA staff and students.

We see a kid holding his father’s hand point at Izuku and his friends.

Kid(excitedly pointing at Izuku): Daddy look, it’s Superboy and the Teen Titans!

Shouto(turning to Izuku confused): What did he just call us?

Kid’s dad(chuckling at their confused look): That’s just what everyone online is calling your group. The next generation of the Justice League, and the third group of heroes to band together to uphold the beliefs of Truth and Justice. A group of teenagers capable of taking on even the titans, thus “Teen Titans”.

Izuku(chin in his hands with a smirk): It’s actually not that bad…

Ochaco(agreeing with her boyfriend): It’s actually kinda evocative!

Kirishima(grinning widely while wearing a shirt for the Arctic): IT SOUNDS SO MANLY!!!

Izuku(turning to others): Looks like until we’re able to form our own Justice League, we’ll be known as the “Teen Titans”!

Mina(grinning): I like the sound of that!

We then see Deatharms struggling to get a grip on a piece of rubble trapping civilians underneath.

Deatharms(turning to the other pros): A little help here, please?

Hisashi(smiling as he walks over with Yu and Kamui): I can lend a hand.

Deatharms(glaring at the Kryptonian as Yu looks at the cracks between the rubble): You’d probably make the structure collapse.

Deatharms(turning to Kamui as Yu finds a crack that lets her see the people trapped underneath): Maybe you could send some branches into the cracks to make me a hand-

Deatharms(as Yu jumps into the air and shrinks, fitting through the crack she found): -hold…

Yu then proceeds to grow once she was on the other side and lifts the piece of rubble, freeing the people trapped underneath. As she sets the rubble aside, she turns to see the various pros looking at her in shock.

Yu(raising a brow): What?

Deatharms(looking at her in shock): SINCE WHEN COULD YOU DO THAT?!?!?!

Yu(confused): Since I got my quirk, why?

Present Mic: YOU MEAN YOU COULD ALWAYS SHRINK TO?!?!?!

Hisashi(walking up to her): This is what you were afraid of when we met, you could only shrink at the time and people labeled your quirk weak because of it.

Yu(nodding her head): Yeah, when I learned I could grow as well, I was encouraged to only use that aspect of my quirk.

Yu(gritting her teeth): And my manager also told me to act “sexy”, but he didn’t care about me actually helping people.

Hisashi(smirking): Who cares what other people think?

Hisashi(as Yu looks up at him): What matters is what you think.

Yu(beaming at her ideal/former mentor): You’re right!

Midnight(smirking mischievously): You know, being able to shrink must make things easier for you…

Yu(eyes narrowing as she turns to Nemuri): What are you saying?

Midnight(grinning as she walks forward): It must definitely make it easier for you to…

Midnight(leaning in with a wide grin): Climb up your “tree”…

Hisashi: …

Kamui(blushing with eyes wide under his helmet): …

Deatharms+Present Mic: *jaws open in shock*

Eraserhead(facepalming): Goddamnit Nemuri…

We see Alan Scott with Haruto making small talk between the two Green Lanterns.

Alan(addressing Haruto): It’s been ages since we last talked kid, how’s your wife?

Haruto(smiling at his senior): Kurara’s doing great, we divide up responsibility of the company equally so that we can do what we can as a Green Lantern and a Star-

Mt Lady(screaming in rage in the background): I’M GONNA KILL YOU NEMURI!!!

Haruto(turning around at the screaming): -Sapphire…What the heck was that about?

As the two Green Lanterns head towards the shout, they find an anger Mt Lady being held back by Deatharms as Kamui tries to talk her out of attacking a laughing Midnight.

Midnight: HAHAHAHAHA!!! It’s true isn’t it?!

Yu suddenly stops her struggling, before smirking darkly.

Kamui(seeing her smirk): WAIT, YU DON’T!!!

She then shrinks herself down to the size of an ant, allowing her to escape from Deatharms’ hold. The miniature hero then jumps towards the R-rated heroine, and delivers an uppercut with enough force that it lifts Nemuri off the ground!

Mt Lady(grinning while growing back to her normal size): I retain my strength and mass when I shrink!

Midnight(getting up with a groan): Ok…That’s actually pretty useful for hero work…

Eri(still in Inko’s arms as they walk over with an irritated Nana and a shivering Nighteye): What did Auntie Nemuri mean by, “Climb up your tree”?

Yu+Kamui(both blushing and waving their arms in the air with wide eyes): NO COMMENT!!!

Hisashi(walking up to them as Yamada and Nemuri break down into laughter): Ignore Nemuri, I’ve learned that she only acts like this to get everyone to underestimate her.

Hisashi(placing his hand on Kamui’s shoulder): But if you break her heart, I’ll break your ribs…

Hisashi(eyes glowing red with the sign of heat-vision): She was the closest Inko and I had to a child before Izuku, so we’re protective of her, understood?

Kamui(shivering with fright): Crystal…

Yu(seeing this occur, before turning to Inko with a blush): You two really saw me that way?

Inko(smiling): Of course, you were an orphan who needed the guidance we could give you. That’s why we asked you to babysit Izuku when he was younger and before you made your debut.

Izuku(appearing before them with super-speed, after hearing what Inko just said): SHE DID?!?!?!

Yu(stunned): I REMEMBER NOW!!! Oh my god…He used to call me Onee-chan…I’m basically Superboy’s older sister!

Mina(walking over with a grin): I don’t mind an older sister.

Ochaco(with a grin on her face): That must mean you have same pretty juicy stories about his childhood.

Nana(grinning as well): Please do tell me about my grandson.

Izuku(terrified as Yu starts smirking): DON’T YOU DARE TELL THEM ANY OF THOSE STORIES!!!

A few hours later;

We find the heroes in their respective aircrafts heading to Hisashi’s Fortress of Solitude in the Arctic, all wearing the necessary Arctic gear. Katsuki then takes the time to ask a question that had been bugging him since they first left UA.

Bakugo(pointing at Mineta in the pilot’s seat): Why is the “Grape Midget” flying us, didn’t he transfer to the Business Course?

Mineta(speaking over his shoulder): Because I actually learned how to pilot an aircraft from my grandfather. Any other questions?

Monoma(raising his own hand): I got one…

Monoma(pointing at Wildcat, Jay Garrick and Atom Smasher): Why are these old timers coming with us?

Wildcat(speaking Japanese): Because the Justice Society figured we could lend a hand with this situation of yours.

Atom Smasher(taking his mask off to reveal a teenager): They have experience with this sort of thing.

Most of UA(shocked): YOU’RE A KID?!?!?!

Atom Smasher(rubbing the back of his neck with a chuckle): Yeah, my uncle was the original Atom Smasher, I ended up getting the same powers as him and I’ve been training with the JSA to be a hero.

Ralph: My names is Ralph, by the way.

Jay(talking with Tenya): I’ve noticed that you still wear your Ingenium armor, why is that?

Tenya(holding his helmet in the seat next to him): I’m still getting used to my new speed, and I kept the armor to help protect me if I slip and crash into something.

Jay(confused): But the Speedforce provides a passive aura that actually protects us from the effects of Air friction from moving so fast, it also protects us from high speed impacts.

Tenya(explaining): I still don’t trust my ability to move at higher speeds yet, and the armor is the only thing I have that withstand my high speeds for now.

Tenya: That’s also why Tensei’s costume is armored compared to his original Flash suit, he’s still getting re-accustomed to his speed.

Tenya(looking at his helmet): Once he’s confident enough, he’ll start wearing something sleeker and Mei is working on a new costume for me, one that’ll fit over my engines.

Mei(walking up to him wearing a silver suit of power armor, Steel suits from “Superman and Lois”): I actually managed to finish it “Flash Teen”!

Tenya(turning to her in mild annoyance and confusion): First of all it’s “Kid Flash”, and second, how?

Melissa(walking up wearing a blue costume covered in white stars, with red boots, gloves and a red belt, with a blue mask, Stargirl costume): Turns out the Javelins have a mobile station meant for repairing costumes and the analysis of any samples gathered from a battle site.

Jay(tilting his hat with a whistle): Now you look like a proper hero.

Melissa(smiling at the original speedster): Thanks, my Papa also brought out a special project from storage to be able to help me. He’s going to try and use the Fortress’ resources to hopefully finish it.

Mei(tossing Tenya a golden ring): Your new suit is made of a similar material as your brother’s, so this baby can be stored inside this ring.

Mei(as Tenya catches the ring): Try it on!

Tenya removes his red right gauntlet and glove and places the golden ring on his right hand. He looks at the ring closely and sees that like his brother’s, it has a lightning bolt emblem on the faceplate of the compartment, and finds the small button to open it and release the costume.

Tenya holds the ring out in front of him and presses the hidden button, releasing a red and yellow costume, and proceeds to remove his old armor and don his new suit at super speed, becoming a mini red tornado with lightning emitting from it.

Once Tenya stops spinning, he is shown wearing a new red body costume with segmented body paneling along it, with a yellow segment belt, big yellow armored boots decorated with lightning bolts that help to hide the vents for his leg engines, yellow gauntlets that cover his arms, a red helmet with white eye lenses and that cover his entire face, with yellow antennas on each side that converge to an air filter underneath his chin. The signature yellow lightning bolt in a white circle is emblazoned on his chest(think Elseworlds Flash as it appears in “Injustice; Gods Among Us”)

Tenya(removing his new helmet): This is perfect Mei!

Jay(grinning at the younger speedster): Now you look like a proper Flash.

Mineta(from the pilot seat): We’re approaching the Fortress, get ready everyone!

Meanwhile;

We see an open field with a large crater in the middle of a thunderstorm. A look into the crater reveals a muscular, blond-haired man wearing black and silver chain mail armor with a red cape, holding a war hammer with his eyes glowing with power, revealing himself to be the source of the storm. We suddenly hear a familiar, if slightly older voice call out to him from behind.

Hisashi?: Mind explaining just who you are and what you’re doing here friend?

The blonde man turns around and prepares to swing his hammer, until he sees another alternate Superman, this one resembling an older Hisashi with graying hair, red trunks, a black belt with a yellow buckle, and a stylized red “S” emblem with a black background instead of the usual yellow. This is the Hisashi Midoriya/Superman of an Earth that has experienced a Kingdom that has yet to Come.

Blond Man(lowering his hammer after realizing that SupermanKC means him no I’ll will): I’m Thor Odinson of Asgard, the one many worshipped as the Norse God of Thunder.

Thor(as SupermanKC lands and walks towards him): I was with my team, the Avengers, in our base of Avenger’s Mountain, when a portal suddenly opened up before me and I ended up here, a place I know not of.

Thor(gesturing towards HisashiKC): And what of you? I do not recognize you, but you appear to be a mighty protector such as I.

SupermanKC(extending his hand out for a handshake): My name is Kal-El of Krypton, the people of my Earth call me “Superman”.

SupermanKC(smiling as Thor shakes his hand): But you can call me Hisashi.

???(from behind them): I told you something was up!

The two turn around and see two men descending from the air. The one who spook was a man seemingly made of blue energy, with glowing blue skin and hair wearing a white and blue costume, with a stylized, sharper variant of the House of El’s emblem(Energy Superman/Superman Blue).

The other man is wearing a blue suit, with red boots, a simple red belt and a cape with visible clasps going over his shoulders, and the standard House of El emblem on his chest(Tyler Hoechlin’s Superman costume from the CW series “Supergirl”, NOT “Superman and Lois”! That’s a different Superman but with the same actor).

SupermanKC(eyes widening in recognition): Izuku? Denki?

Thor(turning to him as the two men land): You know these two?

SupermanKC: There my sons.

SupermanCW(as he and Energy Superman walk up to them): But on our Earths, we were the ones sent to Earth by you and our mother, Inko Val-Van, to save us from Krypton’s destruction.

ESuperman: But we were both born as only children on our respective Earths, and I accumulated enough Solar energy to be able to switch between this “Energy form” and my “human” form, but I used up the accumulated energy and went back to my normal self.

ESuperman(gesturing to himself): As soon as I came through the portal, I turned back into my energy form. I also detected more groups of people whose energies don’t this Earth.

SupermanKC: On my Earth, I was sent to Earth, and married the Amazonian Princess, your mother Inko, and we had you two along with your sister, Mina.

Thor(waving his hand to stop any further discussions): I suggest not focusing on the similarities and differences between your Earths. My experience with the multiverse has taught me that is best to avoid wondering about that to avoid headaches and having an existential crisis.

SupermanCW(nodding his head): He’s right, our main priority should be to find a way back to our own Earths.

SupermanKC(agreeing with his alternate son): Right! Denki, you said that you could detect other people with energies that don’t belong on this Earth?

ESuperman(pointing North): Yeah, three groups, all heading towards the Arctic Circle.

SupermanCW: Maybe there’s a Superman on this Earth, with his own Fortress of Solitude.

Thor(swinging Mjolnir around): Then let us make haste!

As the Thunder God stops swinging and thrusts his hammer forward and takes to the skies with a mighty gust of wind, the three sons of Krypton take off after him. None of them aware of another group heading towards the planet, being pursued by a lone figure in a black armor with a cape, and glowing red eyes.

Meanwhile, at the Fortress of Solitude;

Invincible(looking back the door they entered through): Why did give the door a key that big?

Superman(pushing the captive Supermen forward): To keep just anyone from getting inside, it’s made of dwarf star material and actually weighs well over half a million tons so not just anyone can lift it.

Invincible(astonished): I can only lift around 400 tons, and my dad from my time could lift around 2,500 tons!

Supreme(impressed): I might be able to lift that key, but I’ll probably struggle to move it without dropping it.

Hyperion(agreeing with Ethan): Same here.

Sentry(hand on his chin): I might be able to do it, but only because my powers can adapt to do whatever I want to accomplish. I’d probably subconsciously make myself stronger, but my strength will revert back to my preferred range.

Homelander(being pushed forward by Aquaman): That’s impossible! THERE’S NOTHING ON EARTH THAT HEAVY!!! THE HEAVIEST I COULD FIND TO LIFT WAS 209 TONS, AND I WAS STILL ABLE TO LIFT IT EASILY!!!

Homelander(turning to Hisashi): YOU REALLY EXPECT ME TO BELIEVE THAT YOU CAN LIFT HALF A MILLION TONS?!?!?!

Superman(nonchalant): Actually, I can casually lift around 2 billion tons.

Utopian(eyes wide): YOU CAN LIFT HOW MUCH?!?!?!

Superman(turning to Sheldon): All Kryptonians can under after being exposed to a yellow sun long enough.

Before the Utopian could ask another question about Superman’s powers, they are cut off by a white blur flying past them and into Hisashi’s chest, pushing him to the ground to reveal Krypto, the Superdog.

Superman(smiling as Krypto pants in excitement): It’s good to see you to boy!

Invincible: You have a flying dog?!

Superboy(walking up to them): Yeah, meet Krypto, the Superdog.

Krypto(turning to them while wagging his tail in excitement): *BARK-BARK*

Supergirl(smiling): He likes you guys!

Wonder Woman(grinning): He’s actually a really good judge of character.

Homelander(annoyed): Please, like a mutt could actually-

Homelander is cut off by a red beam shooting past his face, startling him before he starts to hear a growl coming from Krypto. Turning to the so-called “mutt” he sees Krypto bearing his teeth with his eyes glowing red.

Krypto(glaring at Homelander and Brandon): GGGGRRRRRRR!!!

Brandon(Paragon, stunned): It has the same powers as you?!

Shazam(smirking as Krypto growls at the young Sampson): HE was actual Dad’s family pet back on Krypton. Our grandparents tested the first prototype rocket on him, and Dad found his rocket around Neptune a few years before Superboy was born. He has the same powers as Dad, and is actually smarter than normal Earth dogs.

Bubbles(flying straight to Krypto and picks him up in a hug): THAT’S AMAZING!!!

Bubbles(scratching him behind the ears): Who’s such a good boy? You are! Yes you are!

Krypto(wagging his tail excitedly): *BarkBark*

Bubbles(laughing): No, you’re cuter!

Brandon(Breyer, confused): Did she actually understand him?

Blossom(explaining): Bubbles actually has the unique ability to understand and learn any language, including animals.

Nana(in Greek): Impressive.

Bubbles(in Greek while still petting Krypto): Thank you!

Supergirl(in Kryptonese): What about alien languages?

Buttercup(confused): What did she just say?

Bubbles(in Kryptonese): Apparently, what language is this?

Supergirl(smiling, in Kryptonese): It’s Kryptonese, grandpa taught me how to speak it.

As the two girls speak with each other, the two bound Supermen(Homelander and Paragon) are escorted to temporary holding cells, and David, Melissa and Mei start working alongside the Jor-El AI and Kelex to figure out a solution.

We then see Izuku talking with the Iida brothers over Tenya’s new suit.

Izuku(looking over Tenya’s new, sleeker suit): Impressive, now you look more like a “Flash” than “Kid Flash”, and those boots and gauntlets will definitely help you adapt your fighting style to your new speed.

Tenya(smiling at his friend): Exactly, and now I don’t have to deal with any excessive weight slowing me down, and the Speedforce helps me withstand greater impacts.

Tensei(smiling): I’m almost fully re-accustomed to my speed again, so soon I’ll be able to wear my old suit again, albeit with some updates.

Mina(walking up alongside Ochaco, with each carrying cases that Inko gave them): Tenya isn’t the only one with a new change of wardrobe!

Mina opens her case with the contents facing her brother and the Speedster siblings. The case contains a red, blue and silver one piece costume, reminiscent of Inko and Nana’s Wonder Woman costumes, albeit with silver replacing the gold, and the boots being blue instead of red, and the suit clearly appears to be made of an armored cloth instead of simple fabric(New 52 Wonder Woman suit).

Mina(smirking): Mom had this made in Themyscira for me, since Dad gave you your armor last time we were here.

Ochaco(holding up her own case with a smirk): She also gave me a new costume that could actually keep up with me performing the same feats as you.

Izuku(remembering his armor and grinning as he has an idea): Think I should put it on, so that we’ll all look like our predecessors in the League?

Mina(smiling as she closes her case and heads to an empty room to change): Oh definitely!

Izuku then speeds off into the armory to retrieve the stylized “S” shield that houses his armor while grabbing the red cape that he learned used to be the baby blanket his grandma Chiyo made for him out of Kryptonian fabrics with a stylized “S” on it outlined in black.

Ochaco heads into a room and opens her case to and is stunned when she is greeted by her boyfriend’s family crest in white and red.

Izuku heads back to the main chambers and finds Eri and the Plutonium sisters playing with Krypto as J’onn is peering into Brandon’s mind in an attempt to help the boy be able to suppress his darker, artificial personality, with Sentry conveying his own struggles with containing the Void.

He also sees Marcus conversing with Ethan as he walks towards them.

Marcus(stunned): So you also dealt with an evil version of yourself?

Ethan(nodding his head with his arms crossed): Yeah, every few years my Earth’s timeline will get reset and I get reset to. Sometimes, these resets result in alternate me’s getting left behind and retiring to a sanctuary they built for themselves.

Ethan(explaining): Apparently the first incarnation of me was from World War II and was incredibly violent, so the others locked him up in the Sanctuary and called him “Mean Supreme”, but he later broke out and fought Nolan, who’s earth had converged with mine during that reset, which is how we know each other.

Nolan(arms crossed as he and Mark join the conversation): That explains why you aren’t as arrogant as you were when we first met.

Mark(hand in his chin): That also explains why you were trying to kill someone when Dad fought you in my timeline.

Ethan(nodding his head): Exactly, I’m the most recent incarnation and I have the memories of all my previous incarnations, but I have a different personality compared to “Mean Supreme”.

Marcus(noticing Izuku walk in without his jacket and boots, leaving him a black bodysuit, with the crest and cape in his hands): Hey Izuku, what are those for?

Tenya(walking in with the rest of the recently dubbed “Teen Titans”, minus Mina and Ochaco): He suggested that we all wear the costumes we have that reflect the legacy we each inherit from the League before us.

Mina(walking in wearing her new armor, and her hair hair covering her back, showing her pink tips): How do I look everyone?

Kirishima(blushing as he looks at her): Amazing…

Wonder Woman(smiling at her speechless boyfriend with a blush): Thanks…

Supergirl(walking over with Krypto and the Plutonium sisters): Where’s mom?

Ochaco(from behind Izuku): I’m right here.

Izuku turns around and is left stunned as he sees Ochaco in her new costume. A red bodysuit with white running down the middle of it and on the outside of the arms, red boots, and her hair tied into a ponytail, but what catches his attention the most is the symbol on her chest. Proudly emblazoned on Ochaco’s chest, is the House of El’s emblem in white upon a red background(Lana Lang’s Superwoman costume).

Ochaco(blushing as she looks at her boyfriend expectantly): What do you think?

Izuku(snapping out of his daze and smiling at his girlfriend): You look like a proper “Superwoman”.

Supergirl(walking up and hugging her mother): He’s right!

Superwoman(smiling as she hugs her daughter back): Thanks, that means a lot coming from you two…

Superwoman(facing Izuku): You’re the last one left, what are you waiting for “Superman”?

Izuku(smirking as he holds the shield): If you insist.

Buttercup(confused): What’s that supposed to do?

Izuku(as Sentry and Brandon turn to face him along with the others): Let me show you.

Izuku then places the shield upon his chest, letting the nanotech from the shield connect to the nanotech in his black bodysuit, keeping it in place as the bodysuit turns blue. More nanites begin spreading from the crest, forming segmented armor upon his body. A red belt with a diamond shaped buckle forms on his waist, along with a pair of armored red boots. The lines throughout his armor glow as it finishes forming, before the glow fades and the lines turn black.

To complete his new look, Izuku throws the cape in his hands behind him and drapes it over his shoulders as the nanotech clasps onto it, securing it in place(New 52 Superman armor).

Superman(as the otherworldly visitors look at him in shock): What do you think?

Mark(eyes wide): That is the coolest thing I have every seen!

Marcus(nodding his head in approval): You can definitely that you’re your father’s son.

Brandon(curious): I’ve seen that “S” on one of the statues here, Superman said that the statue was of his dad on Krypton, but why was he wearing that symbol to?

Superman(smiling as Sheldon walks in with the rest of Justice League and they see him and his friends all dressed like them): This symbol was our family’s crest on Krypton, the symbol of the House of El.

Superman(continuing as the other Supermen listen to him closely): On Krypton, it stood for “Hope”, it represented the beliefs of our family, that everyone could be a force for good, no matter who they are, and that the world of tomorrow can be better, as long as someone steps up to guide them, to show them the way.

Superman(walking to stand alongside his son): To give them an ideal to strive towards, even if they stumble and fall, they can still get back up and try again, as long as they learn how to better themselves.

Wonder Woman(voiceover while looking at her husband and son proudly): He truly want to inspire others, just like his father…

Wonder Woman(voiceover as the Utopian and Brightburn are shown deep in thought): And I know that he already has.

Brandon(gazing at the symbol): A symbol of hope…

Sheldon(to himself): Maybe I really should have let the newer heroes learn on their own…

Suddenly, everyone present can feel the ground shake in what feels like an earthquake as Krypto starts flying off towards the entrance, barking and growling the entire way. Suddenly, the Fortress’ defense come online and begin attacking the source. A hidden compartment in the wall opens up and a small drone flies out towards the main computer system as Jor-El’s hologram avatar appears by it.

Superman(rushing to the computer and addressing the drone): What’s going on Kelex?

Kelex(the drone): To put it simply sir, we are under attack.

Nana(now sporting her old Wonder Woman attire, Classic Wonder Woman): By who?!

Kelex(pulling up a live feed of the front door, with his optic seemingly widening in shock): …

Kelex(turning to face the Justice League): …By all of you…

The live feed shows a group of people dressed similarly to the members of the Justice League, albeit with some drastic changes.

Wonder Woman(realizing who these people are): This must be the Crime Syndicate.

Batman(seeing Ultraman lift up the key with assistance from Superwoman(CS)): They’re trying to get in!

The Flash: They must be trying to take the Fortress itself!

Alan(his ring glowing with power): Then let’s show them what happens to trespassers!

Eraserhead(turning to the students): You should all stay back a bit and only provide minimal assistance!

Vlad King(agreeing with his fellow home room teacher): This Crime Syndicate appears to have the same powers and abilities of the Justice League, but I don’t think they’ll have any qualms against hurting kids.

Wildcat(cracking his knuckles in anticipation for a big fight): I say we let the kids help.

Nighteye(staring at the senior hero): Are you mad?! They’re just students! Most of them aren’t a high enough rank to help us official!

Citizen Steel(smirking at the foresight user): We find that proper field experience outranks everything.

The Flash(grinning): I can get behind that line of thinking.

Flash(turning to his fellow students after having his heard his brother give his approval): Be prepared for anything!

The Heroes head towards the entrance alongside Krypto, each of them preparing themselves physically and mentally.

Wonder Woman(voiceover, as readies her sword and shield): According Jon and Conner, this Crime Syndicate are the evil doppelgängers of their Justice League, who knows how their strengths will compare to ours?

Superman(glancing at everyone): Everyone ready?

Suddenly a large mech suit comes running from the direction of one the Fortress’ labs, before coming to a stop alongside Melissa.

David(from the mech’s speakers): S.T.R.I.P.E. is online and ready to go!

Stargirl(looking at her father in amazement): That’s what you were working on?

Mei(flying in with her armor, now sporting a red cape and helmet with a silver “S”, wielding a large two-handed hammer): I helped him finish it along with my steel suit.

Steel(lifting her hammer): This baby’s ready to go!

Superman(addressing Kelex over a comm unit as the rumbling outside gets louder): Kelex, any word from that backup I told you to contact?

Kelex: He said he’ll be on his way momentarily sir, but the Fortress’ defenses my not be able be able to keep the intruders at bay much longer!

Superman(coming to a decision): Kelex, open the door, we’ll have to hold them back ourselves.

Kelex: …

Kelex: Very well sir…

The door to the Fortress opens up, letting in the cold Arctic air and revealing an amused Crime Syndicate as the Fortress’ defenses power down.

Ultraman(smirking as he drops the key to the Fortress): So you decided to just let us in, huh?

Superwoman(grinning): Or do you all expect to be able to handle all of us?

Nighteye(glaring at them): Surrender now, and we’ll help you all get back to your Earth!

Owlman(smirking): Actually…

Johnny Quick(vibrating with lightning): We were thinking of taking this Earth for ourselves!

Power Ring(smiling maniacally): Just like we did with ours!

???(from above them): If anyone’s going to claim this world…

Omniman+Invincible(eyes widening as they look up towards the voice): Thragg?!/Oh no…

Regent Thragg(descending from the sky with a small army of his Viltrumites): It will be the Viltrumite Empire!

Wonder Woman(voiceover as the three groups look at one another): Things just got more difficult, according to Mark and Nolan, this Thragg is capable of single-handedly destroying a planet…

Before any form of fighting could begin, a black blur zips down from the sky and lands in the ground between the three groups, kicking dust and snow upon landing.

Once the dust settles, we see the same man in black that had been pursuing Thragg and his army. A man that Justice League knows very well…

General Zod(eyes glowing as he glares up at Thragg): Did you think you could run and hide from me?

General Zod(hovering off the ground): Or that I would let you claim what remains of my planet’s technology?!

Regent Thragg(glaring at the man who had single-handedly driven his forces from the planet they appeared on): This planet and it’s resources will be ours!

Black Adam(addressing the Crime Syndicate and the Viltrum army): THIS PLANET IS UNDER MY PROTECTION!!!

General Zod(addressing Hisashi while pointing at Thragg): KAL-EL, I STAND ALONGSIDE THE HOUSE OF EL TO DRIVE OFF THIS THREAT TO OUR PEOPLE’S LEGACY!!!

Wonder Woman(turning to her husband in shock): You called Zod for help?!

Superman(turning to his wife): Actually, I called in an old friend of ours, I didn’t see Zod coming.

All Might(still maintaining a fighting stance for when the fighting starts): Then where’s our actual backup?

Ultraman(heading straight for Thragg): Enough of this!

Before the two Supermen could land a hit on each other, an object zips past them like a lightning bolt and craters the ground beneath them. The object flies out of the crater, revealing itself to be a Norse war hammer.

Hyperion+Sentry(eyes widening): I KNOW THAT HAMMER!!!

The hammer returns to the hand of it’s wielder, causing those present to face the fourth group to join them.

Thor(taking a hold of Mjolnir as he hovers in the air with the three Supermen he came with): If thou wants this planet…

Thor(causing lightning to strike down): THEN THOU SHALL FACE THE MIGHTY THOR ODINSON, GOD OF THUNDER, PROTECTER OF MIDGARD, AND AVENGER FROM ASGARD!!!

Hyperion(smirking at he glances at his friend): OH YOU’RE IN FOR IT NOW!!!

Superman(as he picks up an object flying in at high speeds): And there’s our back-up.

The last person to appear comes flying in, standing upon what appears to be a golden cloud. The man wears what appears to be the outfit that Sun Wukong is often depicted wearing in Chinese legend, albeit in orange, with blue and yellow boots.

The man is armed with what appears to be a simple staff in his hands, which he then rests upon his shoulders as he addresses those present with the wind blowing upon his spiky black hair.

???: Now wonder Hisashi called me in the middle of my training for the next round of the Tournament of Power, your power levels are through the roof!

Superman(smiling as the man jumps off the cloud and hovers towards the ground): Thanks for coming Goku.

Goku(grinning): You know me, I never turn down a fight to get stronger, especially if it involves protecting our home.

Goku(turning to the invaders): Alright, my name is Son Goku of Earth, or Kakarot of the Saiyan Race, but you can all call me “the Monkey hero, Wukong”, now…

Goku(entering a fighting stance as an aura of energy appears around him and his hair turns blond and his eyes blue): GET OFF MY PLANET!!!

Wonder Woman(voiceoever as she raises her weapons and the heroes start charging at the meet the invaders): I’d say we have a better chance now!

Wonder Woman(voiceover as a red cape I’d shown fluttering over a small farm): We HAVE to win!

Wonder Woman(as the cape wearer lands on the farm, and the farm’s mailbox is shown with the name, “Shuzenji”): And for the sake of our world, I hope this is the last of these visitors.

To Be Continued…

Next Time; Part 6 Wonder Woman; Princess of Power, Feat. Justice League International

Stay tuned!

Author’s Note;

This one took a lot longer to finish, since I wanted to introduce quite a few ideas that I came up with. But these are the last few of the other worldly visitors that came through due the Boomtube malfunction, with the final one heading to Hisashi’s childhood home.

Son Goku is here and ready to D-d-dragon Rock!

So many people think that Goku could beat Superman, but he can’t, and that not the DC fanboy in me talking, Goku just simply hasn’t encountered something strong enough to push him to the same capabilities as Superman, yet!

I’ve seen both Death Battles between the two of them, where Clark won both of them, and some bits of the Lego Monkie Kid cartoon, in Goku’s actor, Sean Schemmel, voices Sun Wukong/Monkey King, the very character that inspired Goku!

Even if he can’t beat Superman, Goku’s power is still strong enough to make him come close, so I decided to incorporate him into this AU as a reference, Goku embraces his similarities to Wukong and became a pro based on the Chinese legend in order to fight strong villains in his free time.

He still met Chi-chi and the rest of friends, and he met Hisashi shortly after he became Superman, and they became friends. Hisashi also helped Goku realize that he was an alien as well, and the two spar often. This Goku will be more competent when it comes to real world experience, he knows how to drive properly and cook himself, but he’ll just act lazy if there’s nothing for him to do to improve one of his skills, or simply be with his family.

He still has his orange gi, but his pro gear will be based on Sun Wukong’s own attire, especially from the aforementioned “Monkie Kid” cartoon, in which his personality and appearance slightly resemble Goku’s own.

Goku trusts Hisashi to be the one to protect the planet between them, but he’ll fill in whenever Hisashi has to go off-world. He also enjoys fighting opponents at their maximum, but knows when to take an enemy seriously and end a fight quickly before others can hurt, especially after he had to pay for damages caused to a city he was fighting in. Vegeta is also around, but he is indifferent to the villains of the planet, unless they threaten or harm his family directly, and helps Bulma run Capsule Corp.

Anyways, that’s enough world building of what is essentially Dragon Ball characters fitting into the My Hero Academia universe along with DC characters. They’ll make rare pop-up cameos, just to showcase how little pros actually know about the world/universe around them.

Next time; The fight to defend the Fortress, a battle between the Gods Among Us, a conversation held over an apple pie, a break out, and a rematch between the sons of two Earths’ greatest heroes!

[toomanyf4ndoms7]

Mortal Kombat: In the end: Eye of the storm.

Summary: Raiden finds himself confronted by old allies.

Chapter List.

Chapter List part two.

Raiden returned to the sky temple, crimson lightning heralding his arrival. His enforcer, the undead Liu Kang, stood lifelessly and awaiting instructions.

The grand battle of Armageddon would happen within hours. And he would need to be in attendance to begin his plan.

Unfortunately, he sensed arrivals in his temple. All of which he knew expertly.

“I know you are watching me, brother.”

“Then you know what I am here for.”

Raiden turned around slowly. Seeing his brother, Kung Lao and Kai flanking his sides as they stared at the resurrected Liu Kang. Raiden felt another presence, but he couldn’t quite pinpoint the identity.

Kung Lao spoke first.

“Lord Raiden, what have you done to Liu Lang?!”

“I have brought him to life. Liu Kang was a skilled warrior, likely the greatest mortal warrior I know. But his unwillingness to kill led to his demise. If he had killed Shang Tsung or Shao Kahn during his earlier encounters, perhaps fate would have turned differently.”

Kai stepped forward, far less restrained than Lao.

“Liu Kang was a hero! He deserves better than having a desecrated body!”

“I will not be dissuaded from my duty. Earthrealm has suffered because of my mercy. When I have Blaze’s power, none will threaten this realm again.”

“Who are you to decide the fates of other realms? We are to govern Earthrealm, our duty should be to the mortals! That is what you told me.”

Raiden closed his eyes, a painful reminder.

“Times have changed. I have changed. I do not wish to fight you, brother. Together, we can eliminate Outworld.”

Fujin took a fighting stance.

“You must be reminded of yourself.”

“I already know.”

Raiden shot a blast of lighting towards his brother, who blocked it with a wind barrier before he was caught by a flying tackle. As the brothers fought outside, Kai and Lao stood before the undead Liu.

‘So, what’s the plan here?” Kai asked.

“Try to restrain him, then I’ll handle the rest.”

Kai nodded, dashing into battle. He had learned new moves over his travels. He performed a cartwheel to Liu Kang, landing a series of powerful chi powered kicks. A spinning roundhouse knocked Liu Kang’s head sideways, causing Kai to cheer in victory for a moment.

“Lao, get read-

Liu Kang’s head twisted back around, no worse for wear. 

“Oh, right,” Kai muttered.

Kai lit his fists on fire and thrusted them forward, only for it to be caught without much challenge. A punch hit Kai’s cheek, stumbling him long enough for Liu’s elbow to wrap around his neck and threaten to choke the life out. As Kai fought for life, he shouted to Lao.

“Lao, do it now!”

Nodding, Kung Lao took out a small soul jar. Spirits could be bound to certain objects and sent forth as obstacles.  In this case, used as a way to get earthrealm’s champion back.

From the jar, Liu Kang’s emerald spirit rushed into his undead body. It convulsed, soul and body battling for control, until the body slumped forward. Kai inhaled a free breath as the grip loosened around his throat.

“Did it work?”

“Kai, Kung Lao…” Spoke the voice of their friend.

Despite the rotted visage, Liu Kang’s personality was clear.

“Thank you.”

In the outside level of the temple, Raiden and Fujin were locked in battle. Lightning and wind clashed against each other. Raiden blocked Fujin’s sword with a lightning blade, trying to ignore his brother’s pleas.

“Brother, I do not-

A lightning powered punch sent Fujin spinning back. The Wind God shot his crossbow, Raiden stopping them in mid-air before they exploded in a gust of magic energy.

Fujin landed a flying flip-kick, before shooting a powerful gust shooting Raiden to the ground. Dust rose from the crater. As Raiden stood up, Liu Kang’s hooked chains dug into his shoulders. Kai, Lao and Fujin stood before him, the former two with their hands to their weapons.

“You are outnumbered, brother. Please, stop this madness.”

Raiden’s response was a wordless stare. He gripped Liu’s chains and sent crimson lightning across it. As the shock pulsed through the corpse, Raiden sent another current along the ground, shocking his former comrades. He ripped the hooks from his shoulders, rage sparking from his eyes.

“Enough of this! I will not suffer this naivety!”

“Raiden!”

Liu Kang put his arms to his sides, inviting Raiden’s rage.

“You have been like a father to Kung Lao and I. Please, don’t let it end like this.”

Raiden looked into the blank eyes of his pupil. The eyes were calm but accepting a possible fate. The allies had eyes of desperation, hoping that it wouldn’t be so.

Is this how he wished to be seen? With fear and horror? A tyrant no better than those he had fought?

No.

The crimson rage that lit Raiden’s eyes began to change to a blue. The Thunder God fell to his knees, defeated.

“What have I done? I am a fool.”

Raiden stared to Fujin, lowering his eyes in shame.

“Punish me as a tyrant deserves. Let my next reincarnation redeem myself.”

Fujin offered a hand.

“You have made mistakes brother. Many would say you too far gone.”

Raiden looked at the hand. How could Fujin so readily accept him? After he had desecrated Liu Kang? After he had reclused himself from all? After he nearly killed him?

“What do you say, brother?”

“As your penance, I request your aid in the coming battle. Our allies are numerous, but they will be lacking without you leading the charge.”

Raiden took his brother’s hand, allowing himself lifted up. He looked to Liu Kang, and he guilt was almost unbearable.

“I am truly sorry, Liu Kang. You are a righteous man, undeserving of this fate.”

“I must admit, I was taken aback. But, perhaps even Gods have things to learn.”

Raiden let a sad chuckle escape his lips. Quite a true statement.

“More than you will know. Fujin, could you take us to our allies?”

Fujin shook his head.

“First, I must go before the Elder Gods. If this battle is as dangerous as I have heard, perhaps they will have some way to increase our chance at victory.”

Raiden felt a bitterness at the mention of the Elder Gods. Would they intervene? Would they deem it a proper use of their time?

Fujin mistook the silence for fear.

“Fear not, brother. I will ensure you are kept from punishment. For now, at least.”

For the first time since his reincarnation, Raiden felt a sliver of hope in his soul. Despite his transgressions, his brother and pupils saw a chance for redemption. And with all the strength in his soul, Raiden would try to prove worthy of it.

So swore Raiden, protector of Earthrealm.

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The storm raging in the Dreaming is worse than it has been for as long as any of them can remember, even Dream. He strides through the cavernous halls of his palace, and Dreams and Nightmares alike scramble out of his way. Even Matthew stays up in the eaves instead of swooping down to inundate Dream with mindless chatter.

Hob wanted the truth. He explicitly asked for it, yet when he received it, he found fault with it. With Dream. He dared chastise Dream. He believed—

He had looked at Dream with such disgust. Anger on Nada’s behalf. He banished Dream from their—his, not their—bed. Dream’s eyes flutter closed at a crash of thunder overhead; lightning fills the sky, highlights the damage still awaiting repairs. A window nearby shatters.

“My Lord?”

Dream comes to an abrupt stop but does not face Lucienne. “Yes?”

“Sire, the denizens of the Dreaming. . . No, I am wondering if all is well.”

“It is out of your purview, Lucienne.”

“Yes, Sire, but—”

“But nothing. Leave me.”

He doesn’t need to look at her to know the expression she wears: Pinched lips, brows drawn together, concern in her eyes. He loathes that expression. It usually precedes a lecture he doesn’t want but she feels he needs.

“Yes, My Lord,” she finally says, and he stifles a sigh of relief. “I shall be in the Library if you have need for me.”

Her footsteps disappear, and he continues on his way. There is no destination in mind. He merely storms up one corridor and down another; his body is too human, even here. Restless, filled with the sensation of a thousand bees buzzing in his blood and muscles, taut with a tension he aches to dispel.

Hasn’t he had enough to contend with over the last century, than to also have to mitigate the anger of his oldest (and perhaps only) true friend? He has lost many—some by another’s hands, most by their own volition—and he spent over a hundred years locked away for someone’s greed.

The walls shudder around him, in time with his own shiver. The glass reflects his visage, the sickly pale skin stretched over sharp cheekbones and clavicle and skeleton. The too-bright lights beat down on him, illuminating him for others to view as a specimen in captivity, but that’s all he is, isn’t it? Something for them to gawk and jeer at. No one cares how he freezes and suffocates on air he’s never needed before. He flinches at the crack of a cane against glass and iron.

The resounding thud of rock crumbling to the floor jolts Dream from his thoughts. The memory. His throat aches, eyes burn, body grows weightless. He collapses to his knees, and a hiss escapes when his palms hit the stone beneath him.

It is a poor thing for one man to enslave another.

How could those words have ever slipped so easily from his lips when he knew well what he’d done to Nada? He has loved her for ten thousand years. He will always love her. Yet he imprisoned her in Hell and refuses to forgive her.

Hob was correct—Dream had been cruel for his wounded pride. He was too blinded by his anger to understand, to see the validity behind her reasons.

Would you have done the same if I hadn’t pursued you? If you’d been the one who wanted more and I was content with being only friends?

Dream said he’s changed over the last century, but he knows it was before. At least, when it pertained to Hob Gadling. Everything changed when Hob saw to the core of Dream, to the utter loneliness he’s endured for so long. It’s taken a hundred and thirty-three years to admit that, especially to himself. He struggles even now to confess a need of anyone. Months of being in Hob’s presence has not changed that.

Clambering stiffly to his feet, Dream shakes his head as if to physically shake the thoughts away. He can feel them lingering at the edges of his mind. They will not disappear, no matter how he tries to banish them. He steels his spine and strides away. He leaves behind the broken glass and the wisp of memories.

He finds himself standing on the Shores of Creation. A half-formed idea stands before him, unfinished and awaiting the final touches. Dream stares, unseeing, at what is to be a Nightmare. Cold eyes with wrinkles at the edges, silvering hair, and robes of rich blue. A cruel voice echoes in his mind; demands are made, demands he won’t—can’t—meet. He hears the thunderous bang, the nearly-silent squawk, the thud of a body against glass.

Dream’s hands shake in a way they never have before.

The ground quakes beneath his feet.

He must gain control of himself once more. It will not do to let this continue. To let this fester as a wound that will surely scar more than himself. It will injure the Dreaming, its dreamers, Dreams and Nightmares alike. He can’t allow that. He is better than what he’s letting himself become.

He isn’t weak.

A presence shimmers at the edges of the realm, a gentle and familiar tug that has a want stirring in his chest. Dream closes his eyes and forces himself to ignore the yearning. Pretends he doesn’t feel it. Though he wants to speak to Hob, he will give him the space he requested.

Dream waves a hand and listens to the sand whispering to the shore.

He slips into the Waking when he’s sure Hob is deeply asleep, body slumping when he sees his helm placed carefully on the coffee-table. A book rests beside it, a postcard sticking out from between the pages. He hesitates then runs a finger over the drawing of the boy on the cover. Steadying himself, he picks up the book and lets the pages fall open. Fais de ta vie un rêve et d’un rêve une réalité. His index traces the letters before he flips the pages once more. Tu deviens responsable pour toujours de ce que tu as apprivoisé. Tu es responsable de ta rose.

Snapping the book closed, Dream lets it drop to the table once more. This isn’t the time for sentimentality or romantic idealisation. And that’s all it is. Idealisation. Dream knows, probably better than anyone, that this can’t last. He will push Hob away, as he’s done to all those he has loved. Hob will never accept what Dream did to Nada. There will be no amount of remorse that will change this, and Dream must accept that.

He will.

Until then, he will selfishly hold onto this while he can.

Dream gathers his helm and turns toward the window. Matthew sits on the sill, beak tapping at the glass, and he repeats the action until Dream rolls his eyes. With a sharp sigh, he makes his way across the living room and opens the window. The raven flutters into the room and lands on the arm of the couch.

“What are you doing here?” Dream asks when all Matthew does is stare at him.

“Uh, well, Lucienne sent me. Said you might need some help.”

“I need no help. Go back.”

“Sorry, Boss, you said you didn’t need help before then asked me to tail that chick. So forgive me if I don’t believe when you say you don’t need help now.”

Dream narrows his eyes. How impudent this bird is. That Lucienne thinks he is a wise fit is unfathomable, but perhaps it isn’t so far-fetched that she would make a mistake. After all, she is no perfect creature despite being quite an adept Librarian.

Instead of replying, Dream merely slips the helm on over his head.

“Can you even see in that thing?” Matthew asks, and Dream tamps down the surge of frustration.

It’s through pure willpower that he controls his voice if not the set to his face: “I can. I can see the ruby.”

“Well, let’s go get it then!”

Leaving Hob’s flat feels too final, but Dream cannot allow himself to think of it. If he falters. . . There are far worse consequences than losing the love and respect of a man.

Coming to consciousness is a Hell of its own. The ruby is, once again, gone from his grasp. It is worse, however. This time, there has been irreparable damage done to the jewel. He glances at Matthew who bounces around on the ground in agitation.

“Calm yourself, Matthew. We will find the ruby.”

“You found the ruby, Boss. And look what it did! How could that happen?”

“Someone altered it. But no matter. It will be easy enough to find the man who has done this.”

And it is. Far more simple than Dream expected, though he has no complaints. John Dee’s desire for the truth and nothing but is his downfall. His inability to see the beauty in stories, the ones humans tell themselves to make life more bearable. . . He has an ugly want for the world, and Dream cannot allow it. He does, however, show a mercy that he himself never got: He does not take John Dee’s life, nor does he torture him. Instead, he puts the man to sleep, a much-needed rest for a pained mind.

Matthew lands lightly on his shoulder as the two stare at the building in front of them. With helm and sand retrieved, and ruby destroyed, Dream is at full-strength. He has the power he has missed for so long. Yet there’s a weakness he feels, worrying at him like a tongue in the hole left behind by a missing tooth. He tries, but he can’t stop thinking about it, prodding at it.

And the answer lies just inside, up a flight of stairs, and behind a locked door marked ‘Private’.

“You, uh, gonna go inside any time soon, Boss?” Matthew asks quietly. “I only ask ‘cause you’re kinda attracting attention just standing here.”

“No, I think not.”

Without another word, Dream gives the window one last look then turns away from the New Inn. The Waking disappears in a swirl of sand, and as his feet touch ground outside the gates, he wonders if perhaps he’s making a mistake.

It certainly feels that way.

[b-raypokemontime]

You came to the wrong neighborhood

A sudden boom of thunder right over head shook the ground and lightning struck the ground, heralding the roiling black stormclouds that just appeared overhead. They whirled threateningly over the tree topped ridge just next to the hillside where the battlefield was rageing. Another flash of light came from the ridge but it was not lightning. Wind started rattling the trees and there she stood. Long Aqua hair billowing in the air like smoke from a bonfire. She was seen by some from both sides but only House Ofthalmos really reacted. A cry of recognition and relief went up from the weary of the defending warriors.

An ethereal roar issued from her throat and shattered the cacophony of clanging metal, screams, and the cries of pokemon falling victim to the fighting and to House Ofthalmos's nightmare guardian. A wave of pure rage crashed against each and every one of the Invaders. Human and pokemon alike. Striking them to their very cores.

She shone like the sun in bright green before she shot up into the air like a firework rocket, screaming rage into the stormcloud created darkness. Slamming down in the middle of the fray. The ground shook from the impact and after she was a blur in Fuschia. A single keen from her mouth leveled a pathway through the ranks of the enemies of House Ofthalmos before she ran in. A pair of deadly hand axes paired with a debilitatijng teetering dance that was both parts beautiful and terrifying made excellerated work of man and beast that stood against the continued freedom of House Ofthalmos. All fell before her, no matter how powerful or cunning.

A shout came from behind her.

"Save some for me!" covered in blood and her eye blazing bright, the Princess of Isle Ray turned to her Nightmareish comrade. One of her eyes was bandaged up but the bandage was wet with pinkish tears. An attack from a pokemon hit her full force and she didn't even flinch. She just called across the field, voice just as ethereal as her visage. But cold as ice.

"Only if I must Celia." She said, as she struck down another enemy with Damning force.

[wildhcartcd]

&&. eoin clark tag dump !

[rutiilant]

princess olivia’s tag dump !

[trophyrun]

never swim in the ocean, for fear of shark attacks  !  (  lemon.  tags  ) *    ⚡  .    ‘    DONT  WORRY  ABOUT  ME   //   headcanons.   

[damiano-mylove]

When The World Knows Peace

Pairing: Jake Kiszka x afab!reader

Wc: 1.6k

Cw(s): SMUT, unprotected sex, sex in a forest, sappy love, oral sex (reader receiving), prolly typos (tell me if it sucks ass)

Summary: The world may know a fleeting moment of peace when lovers embrace

Masterlist

Many a moon-many a generation- had passed before the lovers met under the moonlight once more. Their souls had been connected since the dawn of time, always drawn to each other, always in yearning for the other, and never complete lest the souls find each other once more.

It is said that their very souls were once one, until the Gods' tore them from one another; to damn the lovers to an eternal plight to once again be whole.

Their tale had existed in many different tongues, a legend of time, a legend of persistence. Twas for naught, as the children whose ears the tale fell upon laughed - for, how true may true love really be?

Yet, each time the souls rejoin, the onlookers-whom had grown from the children who laughed- were marked as indisputably mistaken. Only fools may look upon the souls intertwined and still beg the question how true may true love really be?

In the expanse of the many eons, the souls had taken many a form; each with a different face, doctrine, and colour. Be that as it may, none were to be more beautiful in the eyes of one half than their counterpart. Each visage had the other swooning at first sight, feeling the everlasting pull of fate to their other half.

There were lifetimes where the clock ticked much too speedily, and the lovers were once more damned to a life of separation and settling.

But not this one.

Now, as the lovers lay in the forest, they loved, they loved, and they loved, as if this may be the last lifetime they may spend together.

~

"Happy three years, Baby," Jake whispered to you. A deep blush spread from your sternum to the upper-most tips of your ears. Somehow, despite having been in love with him for three years now, even the simplest of words from Jake could have the blood rushing through your veins at mach speed. The beautiful boy beside you chuckled, brushing his rough thumb over your cheek. "Awe, you still get all flustered around me."

"I'm going to punch you in the mouth," you laughed, placing you hand over his. Jake smiled contently, gazing at your beguiling face. "Y'know how we went to that really fancy restaurant on our first year?" Jake nodded. "And to Vancouver on our second?"

"If this is about how our third is low budget and-"

"I like this one the best," you finished with a snicker. Jake rolled his eyes with a certain sass.

"So we spent all that money only for you to be happier with a blanket and a forest?" He grinned. You laughed, propping your head up with one hand, resting the other on his chest. Jake smiled up at you, "Well I'm glad my idea is the best one."

Leaning lower, you brushed your nose across his, gaining a low chuckle from your counterpart. "You're an asshole," is all you said before closing the gap between your lips and his.

While your one hand traveled up to cup the lower part of Jake's face, his hand came over and rested upon your side. Still, you shivered at the touch, his fingertips seeming to strike lightning to each cell in your body.

"Baby, I love you - you know that, yeah?" Jake mumbled, breaking the kiss for a fraction of a second.

You couldn't suppress the smile. "I know that, Jakey. I've always known - just like you've always know of my love for you."

"I would not wish any companion in the world but you," he spoke lowly.

"The Temptress. Slick."

Jake came back up to rejoin your lips, for he could never satiate the need of your own upon his. The overwhelming feeling of passion engulfed you both, bathed in the light of the Pale Lady Moon above, while shrouded by the dark green of the foliage.

Pushing you back on the blanket, Jake deepened the kiss so that there may be no doubt of his love for you. The feeling of utmost devotion was palpable to even the animals passing by.

Grasping the ever-so soft locks of his hair, your fingers got lost in the maze of his scalp, bringing him infinitely more close. Jake's hands roamed your body as if he were savouring the moment, though this was not the first nor the last he'd ever caress your sweet form. One hand drifted from the curvature of your frame to lift your thigh, effectively wrapping your leg around his waist.

The tight prison of Jake's jeans brushed against your own as you could feel the warmth of arousal dampening your underwear. With a small tug on the roots of his hair, Jake groaned, relishing in the pleasure just your simple touch could bring him.

For a moment, you broke the kiss, as for both you and Jake to strip your shirts. The cool night air nipped at your skin, but you could practically imagine steam rolling off the two of you. Jake began to kiss from your jaw, to your clavicle, leaving the smallest bites and the sloppiest kisses down the territory of your neck. The hands fondled your newly exposed chest, making your nails drag down his back when he began to pinch and twist one of your nipples with his forefinger and thumb.

"Jesus, Jakey," you sighed in pleasure.

Your comment only spurred the guitar player further, becoming more rough with your breasts. He opted to attach his lips to your chest, while beginning to toy with your unoccupied nipple. His teeth grazed your tender skin, making you putty in the palm of his hand.

"You torture me, y'know," you respired as Jake began to make his trail further down your torso. The lowly laughter of Jakey only sent vibrations from your stomach to the spot he was most anxious to meet.

His dark eyes met yours, looking at you in the most sinful way. "It'd be no fun if I didn't." As he spoke, his fingers undid the button and zipper of your jeans, removing them from your legs entirely, to join with your shirts, in a pile long forgotten. The pressure you felt against your core was still clothed by your soaked underwear, making your boyfriend hum, "You're always so wet for me."

"And you're always rock hard for me," you responded, letting your calf graze his raging erection. Jake smiled as he came into connect with your clit, sending a shiver up your spine. You couldn't resist the low moan that came from your lips, "Please, Jakey."

"As you wish."

With a swift snap, your panties were removed from you, leaving you fully exposed to a man you fully trusted. He leaned further down, letting his warm breath fan your weeping heat. Flattening his tongue, he collected your juices on his tongue, reveling in your sweet taste. You let out a groan as Jake began lapping up your arousal with his tongue, having it like ambrosia.

"You taste amazing," he whispered. His tongue came into contact with your clit; abusing the bundle of nerves while his fingers found home inside of you. The sounds you made were pornographic as Jake decided to begin sucking your sensitive spot.

It wasn't far after that you could feel the nerves begin to collect in the pit of your stomach. The fingers that carded in his hair became unorganized, and Jake knew that was his sign to stop.

You gave him a look of betrayal as he began undressing the rest of himself. "Tortuous."

"As wonderful as you taste, Baby," Jake said, coming back on top of you. He tilted your head with his fingers gently, leaning in closer. "You know I love it when you cum on my cock. Who am I to deprive you of that pleasure?"

"God, you're so right."

You attacked his lips feverishly as Jake began to slowly fill you to the brim. The kiss stopped you from making too loud of a sound, but it was unavoidable.

His thrusts were slow and methodical, finding your g-spot. Once the soft tissue was found, Jake began ensuring he hit it every time. With every hitch in your breath and every vibration sent down his throat, Jake came closer and closer to his own undoing.

"Jakey, I'm really - ah - really close," you whimpered.

"Me too. I'm right behind you," he grunted, his thrusts becoming less and less methodical, yet more and more animalistic.

The bundle of nerves in your stomach finally burst, causing your legs to spasm and your walls to clench around the cause that was buried deep inside. Feeling the wave of orgasm wash over you, Jake was quick to follow, shooting his warm seed deep inside of you.

After a few more weak thrusts, Jake slipped out of you, flopping next to you on the blanket. You looked over at him, but Jake was already looking at you.

"Even after three years, you can still fuck me like no one else," you laughed. Jake busted a ragged smile as his chest heaved, trying to absorb every bit of oxygen he could get.

"I'll never get tired of you, Y/n," he told you. You smiled, getting bashful again. "Even when we're old and grey, I'll be right by your side, still taking you to plays and still playing you every song you want to hear."

"I'd want nothing more."

The two of you joined for one more kiss, this one oozing with passion and love. And for a moment, the world was still, and all that mattered was this moment.

~

The Gods let it be so, that when the souls shall be connected once more, enthralled in the other's embrace, the world would know peace, if not just for a fleeting moment.

[rrasado]

Headcanon request for Genshin (Beidou) please?

(Platonic because reader is a small child)

One particularly starless night, the Crux encounters the ghost of a young kid. They rigidly stumble across the planks into the captain’s cabin, leaving the crew in a state of silence.

“H-Hey...” They whisper, their tiny voice seemingly echoing in the cold air. ”You probably d-don’t know me, b-but when I died at sea... whatever that means... I wasn’t scared. I think it’s b-because you were strong, so I was strong too...”

Then they fade away, but the entire ship felt as if it housed one more guest that evening.

• Lightning Catches What Mist Can't Hide •

The sample you wrote was wonderfully written anon-san I'm partially biased to angst laced requests like these 👁. Liyue is filled with its fair share of unmoving souls and we can only wonder where they lay without their mortal body.

⚠️ Mentions of Alcohol ⚠️

The Captain of the Crux, with a ghostly passenger:

As questionable as the Crux fleet is, no one can deny Beidou’s character. Merchants and common folk share an honest perception of her, the Liyue Qixing do feel a similar stance when regarding the Captain of the Crux.

Out of them all, her crew are the most loyal when singing praises to Haishan's slayer. During her perilous battle against a grand monster of the sea, the Crux Fleet savored the last time they'll ever hear her sing her shanty, the one she wholeheartedly vocalized until the horizon showed the first peaks of dawn.

But to someone else, this shanty was not merely a requiem for veteran sailors. It was like a lighthouse amidst the unforgiving waves, at least that's what the young child thought of it as.

So when Beidou one day looks up from her desk in her cabin to a translucent visage, it felt like a reminder of the dimmer aspect of her duties. She does take the time to observe them, she's had her fair share of restless beings that her greatsword can vouch for, but if it's someone that her crew were silently observing beyond the door- she was leaning on peaceful when approaching them.

Their revelation caused a stir in her chest, no matter how many times she's experienced transgression it still tugged at her feelings whenever she witnesses its hidden threads among the fickle waves. And with the amount of times she's faced a foe among the hydrological terrain she can only guess which battle the young child breathed their final breathe at.

"You're a tough one then, that sort of bravery can take some people years before they can even grasp its true meaning. But a lil' bud like you utilized it in the moment...and I greatly respect that"

Even when she can't actually touch your head, the sentiment came through. It's not often that she gets the honor of sending someone off in a peaceful sense like this, it felt...assuring in a way. To know that Beidou's labor amounted to something, one that isn't exactly like the fame and glory of being Liyue's Uncrowned Lord of the Ocean rather, as the benevolent captain who grew up knowing the pains of having no one to clutch onto during a time of hardship.

That night, dinnertime resumes as usual save for the extra serving of grilled tiger fish sitting at the crow's nest, a plate she personally placed herself in hopes that you'd be able to have a hearty meal, sights of a sea that wasn't anything like the unforgiving waves you passed away on but rather a tranquil plane of blue reflecting the string of stars hanging above.

Did you ever experience lantern rite? Had you ever seen snow capped peaks from the horizon where the sun would hit them in way that made them look like freshly mined Cor lapis? Have you ever seen the sky as a mirage of Celestial wonders instead of the murky storm clouds that blocked your hopes of life that day? These thoughts were peacefully laid down when she took a good chug of cold beer next to the plate of food.

The cold chill that passed by after she began making her way down to deck was comforting rather than shivering. From then on the Alcor's sails had expanded in greater shape, receiving the fleeting closure of your will as you soon became the presence that reminds the Crux fleet to always look upwards when the cold water submerged themselves.

Your will's presence is what kept them sober with hope compared to the drunken chants they hale in the dead of night. Sharing a round of memories they wish to make more of, knowing they've been spared the blessing of a longer life. To live for those who wish to live as them was a principal not many follow but the Crux Fleet welcomes it with open arms. Fists were raised high in the air in honor of the fallen, in honor of your recollection of bravery when everyone else was admittedly ready to face death in the eye. You were but a small part but you were what reignited the seamen's love for life. To Beidou, a reminder meant to be held close.

"We take what's changeable into our grasp, and strive forward with our heads held high, never loose sight of the sky beyond that godforsaken storm!"

[animereaderinsertwriter]

Cupbearer (Eren/Reader)

Part I

Part II

Part III

Part IV (in progress)

Warnings: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT (im watching you, if you see this, begone!), vampire!eren, hunter!reader, fem!reader, smut, some amount of predator/prey dynamics but only kinda?? there is also a significant age difference but only cos eren is immortal and all that jazz. we're all adults here. there will eventually be smut.... and do i really need to say that there's gonna be blood in a vampire fic?

Description: A story of falling in love in 4 parts.

Eren is a bad man (well, a bad Creature) who has done bad things. When he meets the great-great-great granddaughter of one of his former friends in his favorite blood bar, however, he thinks it might not matter so much what happened in the past, so long as he can make the future something worth living to see.

Ao3 link here

Part I

A lamb in a den of lions, he thought, watching the newcomer as she settled in, ordering whiskey neat. A fool, for sure.

A fool she may be, perhaps, but even fools could be dangerous. Eren had known that the young woman was a Hunter from the moment she entered the bar (everyone else had, too) but something told Eren that she was hardly cut from the same cloth as the average Bane of Creatures. There was something in her movements— a predatory grace in her stride, perhaps, or a stiff, straight posture, with muscles tensed and ready for action— that betrayed her power to him; but for all that, she really was lovely, and the image of a rabbit caught in a patch of bramble came to mind whenever he looked at her.

Sitting in a corner, drinking his B-neg, he watched the woman as she sipped her drink, checking over her shoulder now and then. She was wary— as anyone with good sense would be— but she didn't appear frightened, and Eren's curiosity was piqued. It wasn't every day that someone so bold happened across his path, and it became harder and harder for him to resist the urge to approach her.

Eventually, Eren gave in to his curiosity— he never had been very good at or even particularly fond of restraining himself— and when he came silently up behind her, the newcomer didn't even notice his presence until he murmured a greeting close to her ear.

"Hello, little love," he said, and she startled in her seat. "Are you lost?"

She turned around then, her eyes big and bright in the dim lighting of the bar, but by the time she managed to look at the spot where Eren would have been, he was already seated on the barstool beside her. Eventually, though, her eyes found his, and when their gazes met, Eren was amused to find no fear in her visage.

"Far from it," she told him, turning her body towards him. "I am precisely where I mean to be."

Eren blinked, nonplussed.

"Curious," he said, leaning forward so that she could see the sharpness of his teeth as he spoke. "Do you fancy yourself a wolf among sheep, little Hunter? Did you really not think we would know you for what you are the moment you crossed the threshold of this place?"

Any normal, human ear would have missed the way her heart leapt in her chest, but Eren missed nothing. The fear he had hoped to inspire in her was present after all, but her face never moved from its impenetrable mask— an affectation that was somehow both soft and steely at once.

"That's not what I'm here for," she told him, widening the distance between her knees as she readjusted on the stool. "I'm here to discover the truth."

The truth— what an odd notion!— and yet Eren sensed no lie in her.

"You're a strange one," he told her, but forced himself to relax his posture to appear lazy, almost drunk. "Most Hunters— even ones so pretty as yourself— shoot first and worry about the truth later. What's your name?"

Her nose crinkled. "It's polite to give your own first."

Sharp, he thought, watching her closely. Names have power.

"Eren Jaeger."

"Eren Jaeger," she echoed, then extended her hand. "My name is (Y/N)."

That name sounded familiar to Eren— and though most names did after living a few centuries, this one seemed to hit closer to home. He knew that name, and knew it well…

"What's your surname?"

(Y/N)'s eyes flashed with an emotion that Eren didn't catch.

"Kirschtein," she replied, averting her eyes. "I'm Jean Kirschtein's great-great-great granddaughter."

And damn if Eren didn't want to laugh. Perhaps his nosiness into the posterity of his old acquaintances really was as bad of an idea as Armin always seemed to imply.

"I see," he said, and he truly, truly did. "Then you know who I am— what I am— and what I've done."

More than that, if she truly did know who he was, it was unlikely that she had come without a specific purpose in mind.

(Y/N) nodded, confirming his suspicions. "I was digging around in my family history and— well— I read what my grandfather wrote, and I just— I wanted the truth."

So wide-eyed, so innocent— so alive. Eren could see now her resemblance to Jean; if they were not similar in looks, she had his sharpness, his humanness… and, as he always had Jean, Eren envied her for it.

"If that's the case, then I'm sure you know that you don't get something for nothing," he told her, sipping his drink just to watch the expression on her face as he let the warm blood slide down his throat. "And that dealings with me can be dangerous."

"Jean Kirschtein loved you, Eren Jaeger," she told him fiercely and with such conviction that Eren nearly choked on his drink. "To take such a tone with me, to threaten me, the last living remnant of him, is the most disrespectful thing I've ever heard."

Eren was about to say that he didn't owe her, Jean Kirschtein, or anyone else any sort of respect, but she plowed on, unwilling to let him say his piece.

"You broke his heart a million ways by doing what you did, but— but he was your friend through all of it, no matter what side each of you were on," (Y/N) continued, passion aflame in her eyes. "I can't even imagine what inspired such a love, such a loyalty from him that he would forgive you for the horrors you caused. That's what I'm here to find out— what you have that a man such as him would find you redeemable."

The reproof in her words stung, but Eren was too old to argue. She could never understand what it was like back then.

"I understand more than you think," she snapped, and Eren actually flinched. "I understand that you hurt the woman my grandfather loved immeasurably, and that he forgave you for that even though he never even particularly liked you. I understand that you were ready to sacrifice the world for that selfsame woman, for Jean, and for all the others. I understand that you're a monster who loved and was loved back, but I want to know why."

How? Eren thought, shaken.

How had she known his thoughts? It was as though she had seen straight through to his innermost being.

Without speaking, she answered his question. (Y/N) took a hand and rolled up her left sleeve, presenting to him a scarred marking in the shape of a pentagram.

"My grandfather didn't settle down with just anyone," she told him, holding his gaze. "I come from a line of powerful witches, all of whom possessed strong claircognizance. Paired with my nature as an empath, you can assume I know what you're going to say before you say it."

Eren hummed, trying to appear less perturbed than he was.

"And yet you hunt Creatures for a living; strange, since you're practically one of us yourself."

(Y/N) glowered. "I hunt monsters that prey on my people, not Creatures. No innocent has died by my hand."

The unlike you went unsaid, but that didn't mean that Eren didn't hear it anyway.

"Don't get high-and-mighty with me, girl," he told her roughly. "Knowing is one thing, but experiencing what we experienced is another."

"I'm not here to judge you," she replied. "I told you, I'm here for truth, nothing more."

"And I told you that the truth doesn't come for free," he told her darkly. "You must give me something in return."

(Y/N) set her jaw.

"What would you have of me?"

It was a mean, base request. Eren was wicked for even thinking it, and vile for wanting it— but looking at the great-to-however-many-degrees granddaughter of a good man that he had once known, seeing the vitality that brought a flush to her cheeks and thumping to her heart, he knew he couldn't pass up this golden opportunity.

It had been so long since he'd had a Companion.

"Become my cupbearer for six moons," he told her, crossing his arms. "Starting with tonight, the moon becomes new; let me drink from you until six of these have passed, and along the way, you will learn what you want to know."

(Y/N) eyed him warily.

"Can you assure my physical safety?"

Eren grunted, almost amused. It was a bit late to be worrying about that.

"I think you know that I can."

"And will you let me continue in my duties as a Hunter?" she asked, her eyes searching his own as if she would find the answer to her question there inside the same eyes he'd had since he was nineteen. "Completely uninhibited?"

"That depends. Will you kill Creatures in the discharge of your duties?"

(Y/N) made a face. Eren had forgotten how expressive mortals could be, but he found that being reminded was not altogether unpleasant.

"You know I will," she replied, "But you have my word that any killing won't be unprovoked."

Eren supposed it was as close to a compromise as he could expect.

"As you wish it, so shall it be."

He turned away, signaling to the bartender for another drink, but a lightning-fast hand shot out to grab his wrist.

"Swear it," she demanded. "I need us to be Bound by it."

The meanness in Eren finally won over. He reached forward, grabbing (Y/N) by the neck, and the silver rings on her fingers burned him as she pulled at his hand to try and restore her breath. Eyes from all around the room were on the two of them— had been, since the very beginning— but it was only once the Hunter before him began to look appropriately humbled that he withdrew.

"Do not touch me without my permission," he said, "And I will return the favor."

(Y/N) looked at him then, but there was still no fear in her eyes. Anger, yes, but no fear.

She must be mad, or foolish one, he thought, considering her for a moment. I always have been partial to mad fools in general, but…

Something about her seemed different, and Eren didn't know what to do other than accept what she had to offer. Heavens knew he was getting the better end of the deal anyway.

"Swear it," she repeated, this time more quietly. "Give your word, and I will be your cupbearer."

Eren brought his hand up and unbuttoned the top three buttons of his shirt. At his will, the nail tip of his forefinger sharpened, hardening into a point; he used it to draw an 'X' onto the skin just over where his heart rested inside his chest, cold and dead. Blood welled into the cut— precious little, compared to that of a human, but still enough to run down his chest in smudges— and it was by that blood that he swore. He spoke the terms of their agreement, then took the blood from his wound with the pad of his finger and marked the same spot over (Y/N)'s own heart.

"Satisfied?" he asked, their faces almost touching, and (Y/N) shivered.

"Yes."

Her warm, living breath fanned over his face with her reply, and Eren took the moment to close his eyes and appreciate the scent and sensation of it.

"You may think you're satisfied," he told her, pulling away, "But you don't know the meaning of the word."

She eyed him warily, but before she could speak, he added, "In six months' time, I'll ask you the same question, and it is then that you will truly know what it is to feel satisfied— satiated in every way."

"As you say."

It was a throwaway comment, nothing more than a dismissal, really; but Eren felt like it was the start of something truly remarkable.