#I did watch some of the Sun and Moon anime though

[itslavenduh]

Jessie gets her license.

[moonstruckme]

Hi Mae! I hope you’re having a great weekend. You asked for whimsical reader and I feel like that would be an interesting dynamic with Spencer (if you’re willing to write it ofc) bc he’s typically more logical and analytical. Like she is talking to him about one of her interests or showing him something and it’s so not Him but he’s fascinated by her and how her mind works

Thanks lovely!

Spencer Reid x whimsical!reader ♡ 557 words

“I’m only saying that we can’t know for sure.” 

“We do know.” There’s no pique in Spencer’s tone. For anyone else there might be, but he can never bring himself to agitation around you. You have a presence that feels like rain in summer. It lulls Spencer without him realizing it’s happening. 

“Spencer.” You give him a look. Indulgent, fond. “How much of the ocean did you say humans have explored?” 

He frowns. “About five percent.” 

“And we evolved from fish, didn’t you say that?” 

“Yes, but—” 

“So we can’t say for sure that mermaids don’t exist,” you say, patiently. Going back to braiding together three dandelions still rooted in the ground. Joggers pass on the park trail nearby. “Humans have come from the ocean before, and we haven’t seen enough of it to know that some who stopped halfway through evolution aren’t down there somewhere.” 

Spencer exhales a laugh. Something you and he have in common is your insatiable curiosity. If there were suddenly a way to go to the bottom of the ocean and explore everything humans have never seen, Spencer would go in a heartbeat and he really believes that you would, too. His curiosity is scientifically-minded, though, based in evidence. You work differently. 

“They’re always discovering things they weren’t expecting down there,” you go on. “Like sea angels. Nobody could have come up with that.” 

Spencer watches you. Your careful fingers, your relaxed posture, the way the afternoon sun tangles in your hair. He’s not sure when looking at you became less about fascination and more about feeding the aching hunger in his chest. 

“You know, there’s some speculation that early human sightings of animals like manatees or dugongs might have inspired stories of mermaids.” You glance up at him, intrigued. Like Spencer around you, you never seem to get upset when he argues. You’re only inquisitive. “Ancient Assyrians believed that Atargatis, the goddess of water and the moon, dove into a lake to take the form of a fish. Because the gods wouldn’t allow her to give up her beauty, they forced her to keep half of her human form.”

Your expression is rapt. “So she was the first mermaid.” 

You phrase it like it’s more than myth. “That’s the oldest known belief of mermaids, yes.” 

“I hope it’s true.” You go back to braiding your flowers. “That’s such a cool story.” 

You say it so contentedly Spencer can’t bring himself to contradict you. It’s not about what you hope is true, an insistent voice in his head cries. But maybe it is. With you, you’re happy enough just to believe in what you hope is true. 

You seem to sense what Spencer is craving, scooting over in the grass so that you’re closer to him. You lay your head on his shoulder. He can feel the warmth of your cheek through his sleeve. 

You say in a placid tone, gaze fixed on some faraway cloud, “Maybe some humans evolved into butterflies, too.” 

Spencer smiles and turns his head, enjoying the tickle of your hair against his chin. “You won’t convince me fairies are real, sorry.” 

“How much of the sky have we explored, Spencer?” 

“I work for the government. If there were fairies, I would tell you.” 

“What makes you think the government would know? Fairies are very good at hiding.”

[cosmalumi]

A summary of the rest of the story:

This is late, but better late than never I suppose. I've been asked a couple of times over the years to post the rest of the story, but I never knew how to go about writing it up, so here we go Chapter 3

This was the last one I had a proper script for. I guess partially 4? There was a snippet with Twilight and Spike figuring out how to find element bearers but I dunno if it made much sense. The script here is a bit rough and probably needed some refinement, but it gets the point across. The following are the last pages I worked on, two of which were never posted.

[START SCRIPT] He gives a short laugh. “Sorry about that! Nice to meet’cha. Name’s Nox. I hope those restraints aren’t too tight. You might be a prisoner, but there’s no need for you to be uncomfortable here.”

“…” Fluttershy glares at him.

Wow that’s actually a really great impression of my boss… You’re not related to Brass are you?

I guess you’re not the talkative type huh? That's alright, I can do it for you. How’s about we start with a name?

"Says here you’re Fluttershy. Only child of Cloud Cover and Posey who were prominent figures of the Velvet Carnation Movement until their untimely deaths ten years ago during the Ponyville fire, leading to you dropping out of Cloudsdale flight school. Currently you live in a cottage on the outskirts of New Ponyville and run an animal caretaking service.” Fluttershy is shocked, and he’s grinning “Pretty spooky, huh? The crown’s got eyes and ears everywhere… But it looks like few places are escaping us… saaay… the hiding places of your Red Sun friends?”

Fluttershy raises an eyebrow.

“Look, I get it. You don’t trust me or anypony in the castle for that matter, but you’re here on charges of attempted regicide and that means you’re on a fast track to a short rope. But I know you’re just another pony that’s been twisted by the Red Sun. If you work with us-

“I’ll never work for Nightmare Moon!” She blurts out angrily.

“But you’ll follow the Red Sun? Do you even know what kind of things they do? Because they certainly aren’t the heroes some ponies make them out to be.

“All they want is an Equestria where ponies can live in peace-” “Peace?”He places several photos on the table. ”Blood rituals, bombings of public gathering places, foalnapping and ransoming ponies to fund their activities.” Fluttershy's face is concerned. “Remember the wild weather that destroyed the harvest in Tall Tale last fall? Well the Red Sun’s goons stole the relief supplies our Queen sent. They were alright with leaving thousands to starve.

“Even if that were the case, I didn’t want to do what I did, but someone had to stand up to her. She’s nothing more than a big bully and I couldn’t sit around anymore and watch her hurt more innocent ponies. I had to try, and If that means this is my last day on Gaia, then so be it. New Fluttershy isn’t a coward!” “That’s quite noble of you. Ponies that selfless are hard to come by… which is why I don’t want to see you go down for this. Tell me who helped plan the attack and the Crown won’t press charges. I’ll make it so you never stepped hoof in Canterlot. You could go on with your life… Go back to your cottage… back to your pet.” Slides forward picture of angel. [PAGE BREAK] Fluttershy is thinking of Angel and other animals from back home. "I can’t do that. They helped put my life back together. I won’t let you hurt them. “Would they do the same for you though? I mean… they didn’t come for you when you got captured. They don’t care about YOU, they cared about what you could do FOR them.” “What and you care?” “Fluttershy, I just want to give you your life back. The way I see it, a cult took advantage of a young troubled mare and made you do things you'd never think to do otherwise. If the Red Sun was willing to sacrifice someone as kind as you, who else would they be willing to throw away for their selfish goals?” “They’re not like that…” She looks a bit more unsure this time. [PAGE BREAK] All I ask in return for your freedom is a name. If you won't do it for yourself, do it for the ones that care for you and would like to see you again. Take some time to think about it. He gets up and leaves. Fluttershy looks down pensively. [PAGE BREAK]

Nox exits. “That went well! Wanna grab a bite, Sabre? I’m thinking sandwiches-- Something with peanut butter. Crunchy, obviously. Crystal Sabre is there, looking at Nox, exasperated. She points at him accusingly. “I told you that wasn’t going to go anywhere. You should have let me interrogate her. “Look, until Brass gets back, I have to fill in for her, and that means I’m stuck with a mountain of paperwork. I even had to get up for that emergency meeting this morning! Let me have a little fun! Besides, I have a feeling it wasn’t all for nothing. “The Red Sun’s never been this bold before…What do you think changed?” Fluttershy says through the intercom window thingy “I want to talk to Rainbow Dash!” “…Who?”

[END SCRIPT]

In the end, I got too scared of the idea of backlash from one of my OCs being mean to Fluttershy ^^;; I recognize that it may not have been the case, but after how much hate I got for killing off a random guard, younger me got too scared to stick to this script and I flip flopped between redoing it or leaving it. I came to love the characters I had originally made for the sole purpose of filling cabinet roles. I struggled bring myself to make one of them the antagonist in an interaction with someone as beloved as Fluttershy. I ended up putting off the decision long enough that I lost interest in continuing the story though. This script was not the main reason I lost interest in the story, but it was a factor. My original points stand, and I don't regret deciding to let this comic go so I could branch out.

A chunk I wrote with Twilight: Sunset shimmer was a failed magician that was previously in Night's employ Twilight actually would have talked about here in this chunk: [START SCRIPT] “We know the elements are all part of a system. If they’re inactive, the bond is still there, it’s just faint, like how on a map you might not see a road between a town and Canterlot, but there has to be one because duh, all roads lead to Canterlot. We have pieces of the system and if we can isolate that link between the pieces, we could follow the link from one element back to the others. All we need to do is fine tune Rarity’s gem finding spell so instead of the beacon being any old gem, it’s whatever is on the other side of the link. Spike: “Wouldn’t the mages before you already have tried something like that? Twi: “Well the last one, Sunset or something, (Frowny scrunchy face), destroyed all of the notes from previous experiments so we’re pretty much starting from scratch, but even if they did, we have something they didn’t! A working element!” [END SCRIPT]

Night burned through so many young and eager mages trying to get what she wanted. Once they weren't useful, they got dumped.

Rest of it:

The big bad evil was going to be the guard Fenix who is actually a body hopping spirit of an alicorn from the ancient alicorn empire before it got decimated in the Alicorn-Draconequus wars. The alicorns had purged themselves of their "darkness" and went on a crusade to bring greatness and order to the rest of Gaia. The last of the Draconequus sacrificed themselves to break the alicorns into the three/four pony tribes--essentially exterminating both races. One of the newly minted unicorns had been in the Empress's inner council and refused to die quietly like the others. Since then, he's been taking over other unicorns' bodies as a way of living forever because he's scared of death (Unicorns because he wasn't sure if non-unicorns could do the necessary magic to prolong his life). That's why Fenix's personality changed when his buddy died in the flashback told by his cousin (The hopping usually kills original person. The original Fenix is gone, there's just the rogue soul now. The previous body was going to die, so he jumped ship before it did). The changeling comment by his cousin was meant to be a diversion.

The entity in Fenix's body had been around for thousands of years, just living a regular life. Ever since the rise of the two sisters, he attached himself to their leadership, usually hanging around as a soldier/guard of some kind, because he still believes in the Alicorns' right to rule and wants to help with bringing glory to Equestria and serve the greater good--the Alicorns and the ideals they choose to rule by.

Fenix had been fine living as just a guard, even under Nightmare Moon. Witnessing her uncertainty and paranoia--how the country was being divided by Night's poor leadership in recent years (especially after the whole assassin and Quake dying)--he became disillusioned by Night's rule and would go on to lead a rebellion against her by plotting to take the Elements of Harmony for himself, hopping into the body of the Red Sun Rebellion's Leader- Sunset Shimmer, then eventually hopping into Celestia to become Solar Flare/Daybreaker or Evil Celestia or whatever. The Elements of Harmony were actually ancient alicorn weapons of mass destruction. The enchantment that made them had mutated over the millennia, becoming something completely new, but contact with the soul of an alicorn of old would have ignited something. Not exactly a reset, but they would have recognized one of their original users and their original purpose.

Night is actually the darkness (a shade) that had been purged from the Alicorn Empress in the old days. It gained a will of it's own over years and forged a pact with Luna to help her take over the kingdom. She didn't remember who she was, only fragments because she was all the parts of the Empress that were deemed impure/bad. They were fine being partner rulers for a while, but then an offhanded comment led to Ponyville being burned to the ground by zealots in the Queen's name 15 or so years ago --this had been to destroy the Velvet Carnation Movement which had been a peaceful group advocating for democracy instead of monarchies--and they'd been feuding ever since and only recently made up in the comic.

Night would have freed Celestia from the Sun of her own volition to try to appease the population and show that she is a good ruler and stop all the talk of rebellion. She wanted to use her as a political puppet. Celestia would have been on a short leash.

Night would have died at the end of the comic, sacrificing herself to put an end to the old empire once and for all by holding down evil Celestia as they both get blasted by the Friendship Elements beam. The old ways were wrong, it was time to stop clinging onto the past--Celestia and Luna are left to make up and rebuild Equestria.

There was definitely a lot of middle stuff that I never figured out, but I did like the story. It just grew increasingly clear that it wasn't something I could ever finish.

Here are some of the alicorn designs I never got around to showing:

I feels quite nice to finally have it all out there.

[giggle-guru]

Attention Cravings

Sooo…I have absolutely adored @autemka and her OC’s as well as her incredible artistic talents! And I wrote a little ficlet about them as a little appreciation moment, and with her permission I’ll be posting it here. Thank you again for creating such dynamic (and adorable) characters!

Word Count: 2027

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Muffled chatter and laughter can be heard from behind closed doors within the daycare. Intertwined between various pillows and blankets sits Eclipse, casually leaning back with a raised brow as Ruin and Autem sit on each side of his lap, respectively. The two of them eagerly describe a recent animated film they watched together in an attempt to convince Eclipse to re-watch it with the group.

Not too far away from them, Moon listens in but doesn’t make any comments. He’s far too busy looking down at Sun, who is wrapped against his side and practically clinging to it. He can’t stop a slight smirk creeping onto his face as he quietly murmurs, “Holding on a little tight there, Sunshine. Think I’m going to vanish into thin air or somethin’?”

Sun, who had also been slightly invested in his friend and counterpart’s retelling of the story, glances up at his twin. He can’t help the slight blush of embarrassment on his face but tries his hardest to play it off as he smiles, “What? I can’t enjoy your company? How rude.” He teases back, leaning a little more into his side.

Moon lets a chuckle slip by at that, adjusting his grip to wrap an arm around him. “I was just pointing out the obvious.” He rolls his eyes, before turning back to the others as he throws in a comment about how Eclipse really should give it a watch, knowing damn well he hasn’t seen it himself. His grin widens when he gets a look shot back at him from Eclipse while Ruin and Autem instantly use it as further ammunition to convince him to watch the movie.

Sun, meanwhile, stays almost uncharacteristically silent as he relishes the feeling of his twin being close. A smile stays plastered on his face as he watches the other's conversation, giggling to himself at the eagerness they have over the film. It must have been good. Subconsciously, he begins tracing various shapes along the center of Moon’s stomach plating. Moon jolts in response, before attempting to relax again and biting back a laugh.

Moon glances down at Sun, realizing it by no means was intentional. Rather, it was far more likely that he was struggling to sit still or craving some sort of contact. He doesn’t push him away and continues biting back and any giggles or laughter that threaten to spill from his lips. Thankfully, it gets easier as the minutes pass by.

“I-I promise Eclipse! It was really good!” Ruin stammers slightly, excitement clear in his eyes as he continues to try to sway Eclipse. Autem grins wider, gently tapping Eclipse’s leg.

“He’s not lying to you. I think you would like it. Besides, why not have a movie night together?” Autem adds on, looking up at Eclipse who still appeared unconvinced.

“Yeah, Eclipse, just listen to ‘em!” Moon comments once more, which gets another look sent his way.

“Aren’t you supposed to be out on patrol soon or something?” Eclipse scoffs slightly with an eye roll towards Moon, before looking back at the other two and stating that maybe he would think about it.

Moon couldn’t deny that Eclipse did have a point. It was getting late. He glances down at Sun, who is still absentmindedly tracing along his stomach plate, though now it is soft rubbing rather than being as ticklish as it was before. “I should get up soon.” He speaks in a mutter to his twin. Though, he is slightly surprised when Sun doesn’t make a move to let him get up. If anything, his grip tightens.

“No,” comes a teasing reply, “You can’t.” Sun looks up at him with a grin. Moon knows that look, however, and beyond the teasing, there was something else. A slight plea for him to stay by the looks of it.

“I can and I will,” Moon teases back with fake irritation, attempting to pull his arm back to sit up. Sun doesn’t let that happen, instead rolling back to trap it beneath his back. Moon tugs a little harder in response, but Sun has his arm stuck under him.

“Can’t you just take one night off? What’s the worst that could happen?” Sun giggles slightly, resting his head along his counterpart's shoulder and getting as much physical contact with him as possible.

“Oh, I don’t know. Someone breaks in? A fire starts? A-” Moon begins listing off various reasons sarcastically but is cut off by his hitch of breath at a poke to his side. His eyes instantly lock onto Sun’s, whose expression is nothing less than mischievous.

“A what? What was that Moony?” Sun teases, trailing a finger up his side causing Moon to instantly tense up, his free hand shooting to cover his mouth as a laugh slips through.

“Sun, just what do you think you’re doing?” Moon shoots him a mock glare, just barely managing to keep himself still. The last thing he wanted was to get the others’ attention drawn to him.

“Convincing you to stay.” Sun giggles, trailing his finger up and down his side with barely any pressure. Moon desperately attempts to sit still in response. Of course, Sun wouldn’t give him any sort of relief and target there first.

“You know I cahan’t.” A giggle slips out against Moon’s will as he once again tugs at his trapped arm. He can feel his composure breaking rather quickly, much to his dismay.

Sun grins more, trailing his finger higher along the side of his plating. “Come on. Just for tonight.” His voice comes out in almost a teasing whine, once again pressing himself into his brother.

“I said noho-” another giggle slips. Moon is starting to care less about drawing attention toward himself and more about escaping his wiggling fingers. He tries one more time to aggressively yank his arm free from behind Sun’s back.

“I say yes. Don’t make me have to convince you.” Sun teases as his fingers move higher beneath his underarm plating and adding enough pressure to really make him squirm.

In response, a few more giggles begin to spill out. Now, they’re loud enough to start to get the attention of the other three. They all look over with various expressions of amusement at the scene.

“What’s going on over there?” Autem calls out, a devious smirk on her face as she watches Moon begin to squirm and struggle more and more, his face getting a slightly blue glow to it. Ruin looks at the scene with a nervous smile, while Eclipse seems to be enjoying watching Moon flail.

“Nohohothing!” Moon attempts to protest in a snap, though it is completely weakened by his giggling. Sun glances away from Moon to look at the other three with a shit-eating grin.

“I don’t think Moon needs to go on patrol tonight,” Sun states simply, not trying to hide his tickling as he moves back down towards the sides of Moon’s stomach to get him laughing. “I think he’s better off staying here with us. Don’t you think?”

Moon's giggles begin to turn into laughter now as he covers his mouth and throws his head slightly back into the pillows. “I-I think nohohoHOHOT! Suhuhun! Lehet mehe geheHEHET UHUHUP!”

Eclipse grins wide from where he’s sitting as he throws in a comment, “Eh, you’ve got a point. It’s just one night. Looks like he needs more convincing Sun,” as clear payback for his earlier teasing. It was Moon’s turn to shoot him a glare, though it was clearly weakened thanks to the laughter slipping past his lips. Moon continues squirming as his laughter begins to grow louder the closer Sun gets to his closer to his sides once more.

Sun’s eyes light up at Eclipse’s comment. It’s clear having a brother on his side is only motivating him more. “Eclipse has a point. I’ll let you up when you decide you’ll stay here with me.” He teases, clearly enjoying himself. He never lets up, despite Moon’s pleas as he adds, “Why don’t we have that movie night tonight, hmm?”

Both Ruin and Autem seem to agree almost instantly, as they speak in unison, “Yeah! Come on, Moon!”

Moon, however, is far too caught up in his own laughter when Sun finally strikes at his sides, scribbling relentlessly. “NOHOHO! SUHUHUN, NOHOHOT THEHEHERE!” He squeals.

Sun has to lean further back on his twin’s arm just to get him to stay still as he begins giggling himself. “It’s not that hard, Mohohoony! Just stay with us or else I’ll have to keep tickling these sides of yours forever.~” He speaks in a more quiet and purposely breathy tone near the side of his faceplate where his ears would be.

The dark blue hue on his face is visible to everyone now, as he finally squeals out, “FIHIHIHINE! FIHIHIHINE, JUHUHUST STOHOHOHOP! SUHUHUHUNSHIHIHINE!”

Sun, internally disappointed that his brother gave in so soon, finally relents. He sits up slightly to allow Moon to pull his arm back as he wraps it around himself in an effort to hide his sensitive spots. “Was that so hard?” Sun giggles, looking over to the other three. “Now let’s watch that movie!”

Autem eagerly moves to set up the movie that they had been discussing earlier, while Ruin settles himself beside Eclipse. An arm is wrapped around him as Eclipse holds him close.

Meanwhile, Moon glances over to Sun. “You’re going to regret that.” He purrs quietly, and if Sun’s slight yellow hue is anything to go by, he isn’t entirely against the idea. “Don’t think I haven’t figured you out. You’ve been following me around all day.”

Sun pouts slightly, once again relaxing against Moon’s shoulder. “Maybe I’ve just been bored.” He mumbles as Autem finishes preparing the movie, moving to join the others as it begins.

Moon can’t help but roll his eyes as he pulls Sun closer, purposely trailing his fingers up and down his side in order to get his brother to squirm and bury his face slightly into his side. “Right, right. You’re definitely not just in need of some physical affection from me or anything.”

Soft giggles escape Sun’s lips as he keeps his eyes trained on the movie. “I-I dohon’t know whahat you’re talking abohohout,” comes the quiet reply. Neither of them seem to notice Eclipse, Ruin, and Autem having taken note of their behavior tonight and quietly whispering and giggling to one another.

“Yes you do, Giggles. Don’t give me that. I deserve some revenge anyways, not that you’re going to complain,” comes the response as his fingers slip to Sun’s stomach causing louder, muffled laughs to slip past Sun’s hand which had shot up in an attempt to keep himself quiet.

“MohohohoHOHONY! The mohohohovie is ohohon, stohohop ihihiHIHIT!” He whines into his hand, though his complaints are clearly half-assed. He still keeps his eyes locked on the screen, though he is hardly paying attention to it.

“Shh…You’re distracting me. I’m trying to watch the movie.” comes the hushed reply, fingers moving faster if anything along the center of his stomach,

“IHIHIHIHIT’S NOHOHOHOT MY FAULT!” He squeals now, squirming against his brother's sides frantically, but every squirm is only causing him to press further into those torturous fingers.

“You’re not the only one that’s getting distracted,” Autem calls out, not that she seems to mind. As Moon glances over, it’s clear that nobody is even watching the film anymore. All of their eyes are on them.

“Hey, ignore us,” Moon grins, “Sun needs this.” The others all laugh at that, and Eclipse decides to pitch in.

“He does? Do you need any help?”

“Yeah, I don’t mind pitching in,” Autumn adds.

“I-I can help too! If everyone else is.” Ruin squeaks out.

Sun shakes his head frantically, while Moon hums out, “I don’t see why not.”

As the movie continues playing in the background, the others begin crawling over towards Moon and Sun’s side of the blankets. Sun squeaks, frantically giggling out protests as the others ignore them and move to assist Moon in giving Sun the attention he craves. Perhaps the movie will be replayed another night…

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Thank you for reading. And a final thank you to Autem for constantly gracing my feed with the cutest artwork I’ve seen so far on this app. 🫶🏻

[peachie-bumblebee]

Hiii your nsfw headcanons for FNAF SB was INTENSE. IT WAS SOMETHING I WASNT READY FOR LMAO

So i was wondering can you do nsfw headcanons for Sun/Moon too?

HOLY SHIT! My first ask on this account- I LOVE receiving asks on anything and everything- from comments to requests! As for your ask- of course love <3

NSFW SUN/MOON HEADCANONS

MINORS DNI

did i kinda snap with this one?? y’all let me know :))

CW: OBSESSIVE BEHAVIOR, SOMNOPHILIA, MILD EXHIBITIONISM, CHOKING

SUN

FUCKING BRACE YOURSELF!

oh no. oh nonononono. if he’s set his eyes on you you’re kind of in trouble because he-

he fucks like a rabbit. he’s the type to practically crawl on top of his partner and beg to fuck them.

as for his sex style? fast. i don’t think he knows how to take it slow.

he will rut his partner into the goddamn floor, breathing heavy and endless thank-you’s spilling out of his mouth

he’s absolutely insane over it. he’d be drooling if he could.

he’s the type who can’t keep his hands off his partner. if you came to visit him and y’all were alone he’s immediately snaking his hands down your hips and pressing his erection into your ass.

he can’t give head cuz he doesn’t have a tONGUE but you best believe that if he could he’d be down like a damn dog about it.

i’m thinking about them long ass fingers YEOOOUCH

if his partner worked overnight at the pizzaplex and needed to take a shower his spidey senses would fucking go off

you’d turn around and his fingers would be curled around the door opening like

“Can I come in? Please say yes. I’ll leave you alone if you want but please please if you’re okay please let me in please. Please.”

he can’t help himself. Pussy/Bussy drunk ass motherfucker.

FASCINATED by fingering his partners. He loves watching them slide in and out with a PASSION. If they left a mess on them he’d nearly die and go to heaven. I swear to god.

let’s be so fucking fr I know for a fact he’d like to be called a Good boy. It’d kill him.

worships the ground you walk on. Fucks like he’s trying to win the gold medal of making you feel good. Please tell him you did.

he can go forever. He doesn’t seem to get satisfied at all. If it was up to him he’d fuck until he straight up absolutely had to get charged.

literally he’ll fuck until his partner either taps out or (consensually ofc)

YEAH HE WHIMPERS. WHAT ABOUT IT.

call him out on it and it gets worse. he’ll tell you that he can’t help it- he can’t.

it’s a orange to yellow gradient with a flushed pink-orange tip. long and skinny. i was solid on this before and i’m solid on it now.

for those who are wondering NO i don’t think any of the animatronics have metal genitalia. think dildo/fleshlight material that gets warm.

he definitely jerks off into some of your clothes if you left them there for him. if you caught him he would be embarrassed but ALSO- if you want him to keep going he’s willing.

more than willing, even.

MOON

ALSO BRACE YOURSELF.

if sun fucks like a rabid animal who can’t keep his mouth shut, moon fucks hard and mostly silently. it’s almost spooky.

he likes to watch. he likes to observe.

he’d fuck his partner from behind with a hand over their mouth, hard and medium paced. but fuck it’s hard.

silently watching his partner’s eyes roll back, hissing through his teeth at the feeling of them clenching down- only one or two words ever coming out.

“Slut.”

“Good.”

you get the picture.

WITH prior consent (everything, and I mean EVERYTHING I write includes consent) he’d watch you sleep.

and jerk off over your sleeping body.

he won’t leave a mess, don’t worry.

…unless you’d like that.

if he knew you wanted it, he’d push a finger slowly in while you slept and work it in and out, careful to keep you slumbering

if you woke up, he’d hush you and tell you to go back to sleep.

he won’t stop though.

both of them are jealous creatures. but moon especially so. if something makes him jealous then it’s absolute brutal thrusts down into his partner with their legs up around his shoulder. maybe choking them out.

don’t worry though. he knows his strength.

he’s 100% the type to silently overstimulate his partner. you could be begging and sobbing and covered in your own fluids and he wouldn’t stop unless you safeworded.

dick is pale blue to white gradient with a pink flushed tip

he doesn’t even make much of a sound when he cums. he just hisses through his teeth.

ooooh if he feels like you like sun more? oh no. oh no you’re done for. he’s gonna prove why he’s the best. it’s gonna be a problem.

a problem you enjoy but STILL

remember: he’s always watching.

always.

I HOPE YALL ENJOYED! please comment, reblog w comments, and request!!! it really motivates me <3

[pandapetals]

The Wolverine

You tell Logan about the myth of the Wolverine.

professor logan howlett x professor fem!reader - married couple, cute, fluff, teasing, no y/n used, no reader description, your an english professor, logan is a history professor - imagine days of future past logan with the white streaks in his hair

a/n: Im sad that logan doesn't remember kayla. She deserved better, well both of them did. So i wrote this for her. I did some googling and found in Innu culture they see the wolverine in a few different ways so i took that and ran with it.

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divider credit: @enchanthings

You were curled up in the oversized armchair on the balcony, wrapped in a soft blanket, gazing out over the garden bathed in silvery moonlight. The stars sparkled overhead, scattered across the sky like tiny, far-off promises, casting a gentle glow over everything. Logan sat beside you, his arm draped around your shoulders, thumb tracing slow, absent-minded circles along your upper arm.

After a comfortable stretch of silence, you let out a quiet sigh, eyes still fixed on the stars. "Sometimes I wonder if I made the right choice, you know? Studying literature. Maybe I should’ve gone into astronomy instead." You paused, a small smile playing on your lips. "Stars are just so beautiful. There’s so much out there."

Logan chuckled, a low, warm sound that rumbled through his chest. "Oh yeah? So you could spend your days talkin’ about constellations and meteors? Think I’d go crazy, darlin’."

You nudged him playfully. "Oh, because listening to you ramble about ancient battles and military strategies is so riveting."

He smirked, tilting his head down to look at you. "Hey, at least I know how to make it interesting."

You rolled your eyes, leaning into him a little more. "Sure, you do, tough guy." After a moment, you tilted your head back to the sky, the light of the stars casting a soft glow in your eyes. "But, really... I've always wondered. Why Wolverine? I get the whole 'fierce and growly' thing, but it’s oddly specific."

Logan gave you a look, a playful warning in his gaze. "Watch it, sweetheart," he drawled, though there was a hint of amusement in his tone. He hesitated, his brow furrowing slightly as he looked back out over the garden. "Truth is… I’m not sure where it came from. Can’t remember. Might’ve been ‘cause I was a… well, an animal. Felt like one back then, anyway."

You reached over, resting a gentle hand on his arm, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "You're not an animal, Logan," you said softly, your voice filled with quiet conviction. "You never were."

He let out a faint sigh as if he didn’t fully believe you, though he appreciated the sentiment. "Maybe not," he murmured, his gaze drifting back to the stars. "But it sure felt like it sometimes."

A peaceful silence settled between you, and you leaned your head against his shoulder, watching the stars glitter above. "Did you know," you said softly after a moment, "that in one Innu legend, the wolverine was actually a creator of the world?"

Logan raised an eyebrow, looking down at you with a skeptical smirk. "Now you’re makin’ stuff up."

You laughed, nudging him again. "I swear! It’s true. According to the story, the wolverine built a boat to save the animals from a great flood. Then he told a mink to dive into the water and gather mud, and he used it to create an island. That island eventually became the whole world."

Logan shook his head, a small, reluctant smile tugging at his lips. "You always gotta turn everything into a story, don’t you?"

You grinned, looking up at him with a twinkle in your eye. "I can’t help it. It’s what I do." You paused, then added, "There’s another story that says the Wolverine tried to steal light from the midnight sky. He fashioned bits of it into the sun, moon, and stars, creating the northern lights. Kind of fitting, don’t you think? A wolverine bringing light to the world."

Logan looked at you, amusement and something deeper flickering in his eyes. "You got quite the imagination, you know that?"

"Comes with the job," you teased, snuggling closer, resting your head on his chest. "But honestly… you bring light to people too, Logan. Even if you don’t see it. You’re gruff, sure, but there’s a big heart under all that scowling."

He huffed, though his chest rumbled with a laugh as his fingers absentmindedly traced circles along your shoulder. "You’re really layin’ it on thick tonight, aren’t ya?"

"Just stating the facts," you replied, looking up at him with a grin. "You’re kind of like the stars. Tough on the outside, but warm and steady when people need you most."

Logan’s gaze softened, and he reached up to brush a strand of hair behind your ear, his fingers lingering on your cheek as he looked down at you. "If that’s how you see me… guess I can’t argue."

You smirked, snuggling back into his chest. "See? Not so bad being the wolverine, is it?"

He chuckled, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head. "Guess not," he murmured, his voice low and comforting. "Not if it means sittin’ here with you under these stars."

You looked up at him, eyes twinkling with playful warmth as you took in the way the moonlight softened his rough edges. "Who would’ve thought?" you whispered with a teasing lilt. "That the Wolverine could be more than just a trickster… that he could be gentle, even thoughtful."

Logan let out a low, skeptical chuckle, giving you a look that was both amused and exasperated. "Oh, is that so?" he rumbled, his voice a soft, low vibration beneath your cheek. "Here I thought I was just some ornery old fighter."

You chuckled, reaching up to trace a finger along his jaw, feeling the roughness of his stubble. "You’re definitely more than that. There’s a lot more to you than the tough-guy act. There’s… heart, kindness." You paused, smirking as you added, "Though the ‘ornery old fighter’ part is pretty accurate."

He let out a mock sigh, though his eyes glimmered with affection. "Don’t push it," he muttered, pulling you closer as he looked down at you, the corners of his mouth twitching in a reluctant smile.

You shifted slightly, resting your chin on his chest so you could look up at him. "You know, in some stories, the wolverine’s not just a trickster. He’s a protector. Fierce, unyielding. The one who keeps everyone safe, no matter what."

Logan’s eyes softened, and he reached up, brushing his thumb along your cheek as he gazed down at you. "So you see me as some kinda myth, huh?" he murmured, his voice low, almost vulnerable. "Better be careful, sweetheart. I’m just a man, remember?"

You smiled, covering his hand with yours. "Oh, I know," you whispered, your voice tender. "But you’re my myth, Logan. My hero. The one who showed me what real strength looks like."

For a moment, he looked taken aback, his usual composure slipping as he took in your words. Then, his gaze dropped, as if the weight of your affection was almost too much to bear. "You say all that… but sometimes I still feel like a lost soul," he murmured, his voice rough. "Someone who didn’t know where he belonged."

You cupped his face, guiding his eyes back to yours. "You belong right here," you whispered, your thumb tracing his cheek. "With me. Right where you’re supposed to be."

A soft, genuine smile played on his lips as he leaned in, pressing his forehead to yours. "Damn, darlin’," he muttered, his voice barely more than a rumble. "You’re gonna make me go soft."

You laughed, brushing a gentle kiss against his lips. "Too late for that," you teased, smiling against his mouth. "I think I’ve already uncovered the soft side of the Wolverine."

He rolled his eyes, but his hand found yours, his rough fingers intertwining with yours as he brought your hand to his lips. He pressed a lingering kiss to your knuckles, his gaze warm and unguarded. "You really make people question my reputation, you know that?" he murmured, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"Oh, am I ruining your whole 'grumpy lone wolf' image?" you teased, grinning up at him.

Logan pretended to be annoyed, though his eyes sparkled with affection. "Damn right, you are," he replied, his voice a low murmur. "Can’t go anywhere without folks thinkin’ I’m a softy now."

You leaned in, your face close to his, your smile teasing. "Well, maybe you are.”

He let out a low chuckle, pulling you even closer, his arm secure around you. "You’re lucky you’re cute," he muttered, his thumb brushing over your hand. "Otherwise, I might actually be annoyed."

You looked up at him, your heart full, and whispered, "I think you’re cute too, even if you try to hide it."

He groaned, tipping his head back. "There goes my whole reputation," he said, but when he looked back down at you, his gaze was filled with warmth, something so genuine that it made your heart skip a beat.

You squeezed his hand, giving him a playful smile. "Good.” You grinned, closing the small distance between you and kissing him, slow and sweet, letting the world fall away. When you finally pulled back, he was looking at you with a smile so genuine it made your heart skip.

"Happy?" he asked, his thumb tracing gentle circles on your hand.

You nodded, resting your head on his shoulder as you both gazed out at the stars. "Always, with you."

[findmeinforks]

Not Letting You Go Easy - Paul Lahote x Fem!Reader

IM BACKKKKKKK!!! Wow I just checked my last fic and it's been TWO years. Does anyone even remember me? 🥹 I'm back on my twilight bs, this one is my longest ever! Let me know what you think! - 3.2K Words ❤️

*Second Person POV*

The sun poured on your face as you soaked in all the warmth it allowed. You missed the sun, watching the palm trees sway peacefully as the ocean tide rolls in. The goosebumps that arise on your skin as a strong breeze passes, the warmth blanketing back over them.

You keep your eyes shut as your mouth curls up in a smirk, listening faintly to your mom try and convince your sister to stay in Jacksonville. She could offer up the moon and all the stars...Bella would still choose Edward, every time. It's true that you were weary of the vampire, after she flew like a bat out of hell half way across the world to Italy to save him. But could you blame her?

If it wasn't for your sister stumbling her way into the supernatural world, it's possible you could have never met Paul. A blush crept up your cheeks as you crack a full smile, thinking back to the day you met the hot head.

~

There was absolutely zero hesitation when you followed behind Bella in the truck to go to Jacob's. You had been worried for weeks about your sister, who had been spiraling ever since she was ghosted a second time by someone she trusted. Not only did you care about your her, but Jacob too. He had been around your family for years, and this behavior...especially towards Bella...was concerning. So when she frantically barged in your room asking you to go with, you were out of the house in minutes.

You had taken off in a sprint to try and keep up with your sisters manic running towards the group of shirtless men in Jacob's backyard. You heard rumors of the so called "cult" that had formed in the recent weeks. Jacob's haircut and tattoo had confirmed that part. But seeing the others approach through his window, you knew this was going to be a bad idea. You barely had time to catch your breath before her hand came in contact with one of their faces. You let a gasp slip as you made it in time to yank her back by the elbow.

What had gotten into her!?

Not able to process why she would resort to slapping him in the first place, the man, who looked like a carbon copy of the other ones standing around, began to shake violently. The others were urging you both to get back while attempting to calm him down. Never in your life had you witnessed such immense anger. In seconds his shakes became tremors. It was as if he ripped apart, and in his place stood a massive grey wolf. Mirroring the emotions of the man before, the animal was growling, snarling at your sister with its teeth bared.

Your heart was beating out of your chest. You felt as if you were dreaming, blinking rapidly to make sure this was real. Not standing around to question the animal who could very well kill you, Bella grabbed your hand and you both booked it towards the house. The outburst must have woken Jacob, who was running towards the scene. Bellas blood curdling scream was telling him to go back, though he kept charging forward.

You both fell hands first onto the grass as Jacob launched over you both, shreds of clothes flying as yet another wolf emerged.

Now it was you who was shaking. The only thing that prevented you from having a panic attack was realizing that all the other men were calm, as if this happened all the time. You swallowed your fear as you accepted the hand of one of the younger men, who led you two back to the truck by the order of the oldest one.

As you walked into the cozy secluded home, your mind was running a million miles a minute. They were werewolves....as if after learning vampires existed wasnt a shock enough already.

The oldest one, fiancé, Emily, you had learned, helped ease some of the headache. Besides the scar she wore upon her face that made your stomach drop when you first saw her, she was the epitome of kindness. You could see when she was greeted by Sam that their love was far more deep rooted than the mark she wore. Only knowing her for an hour, you felt happy for the girl.

You vaguely registered Jacob returning, finally looking away from the couple when you heard an unfamiliar voice apologize to Bella. As he then turned your way, you both locked eyes. An electric current jolted through your body, through your veins as you held his stare. You felt a fuzzy warm feeling race its way all the way down to your toes. The feeling lasted what felt like forever, until Jacob's "no fucking way...." pulled you back to earth. It's as if you had been some other place. A place of immense happiness and love. You knew you looked as bright as a tomato when you realized all eyes were on the two of you, mortified they caught you staring.

You did a quick scan of the room, noticing they were paying more attention to the man rather than you, who, was still staring.

When you craned your neck to look at Bella behind you, you found relief in that she looked just as confused.

The man was slapped on the back by Embry, which snapped him out of his trance. He quietly introduced himself as Paul. You blushed hard when you quickly said your name back. As if to break the tension in the room, Jacob asked you both to go for a walk.

Before you left, you had sworn you heard Paul growl.

"Not now. She's been through too much today already." Sam lowly said to him. You furrowed your brows as you trailed behind your sister out of the house.

After a walk on the beach and many questions answered, you were able to take a deep breath. The world was getting scary for you, but Jacob seemed to ease your fears, promising he would always protect you both.

Before he dropped you both off at your house, he had mentioned going to a pack bonfire the following night. You couldn't help but get excited at the prospect of seeing Paul again. You both hadn't even spoke other than introductions, but there was some type of spark in your core when you both met.

Attempting to shove it away, you reminded yourself it was nothing but a crush.

~

You sat on a log by the fire, rubbing your hands together in front of it. Everyone was up gathering their food, but you were focused on the warmth as it was more than chilly outside. Nerves bubbled in you as Paul approached, asking to sit next to you. Your cheeks heated as he sat, only inches away.

"I just wanted to apologize about yesterday," he spoke, his voice gruff as he looked into the fire. "You could have gotten hurt and I let my anger get the best of me. I promise I'm not like that all the time, and I don't want you to be afraid of me."

Your heart melted at how softly he spoke. "It's really alright. My sister acts out of impulse, if you couldn't tell." This got him to laugh lightly. You laughed too, until a strong breeze made you break out into a shiver.

Paul immediately noticed, grabbing a blanket from the pile beside him. "Here," he said as he wrapped one around you. His warmth radiated off you as he had gotten closer to do so. Not even realizing what you were saying you spoke, "I bet your girlfriend never gets cold with you around." To your embarrassment but surprise he cracked a big smile. "I bet she would, if I had one." It was your turn to smile. "What about you?" You shook your head no as Paul let out a small breath that almost sounded like relief.

Before either of you could say something more, everyone gathered around the fire. The legends of the tribe had you captivated. So much history that you were never aware of, right under your nose. You could feel Paul glance at you every so often, gauging your reaction to everything that was said.

When the fire died down and Jacob's dad came to a stopping point, everyone quietly mingled until deciding to call it a night. You had talked to Paul the entire time, getting to know the basics. You had a lot more in common than you thought. The more you learned about him, the more you liked him. A lot. He followed you to Bella's truck, shoving his hands in his pockets.

"I had a really good time tonight" you spoke softly, now inches away from his face. You were so close you could feel his breath.

"I did too. I hope this won't be the last time I see you?" he questioned.

You glanced past him to see Bella and Jacob making their way up the hill.

"With everything going on, everything that's happening...I have a feeling we won't be going away anytime soon."

Paul smiled.

This is the part where he'll kiss me, you think. Your heart beats fast in anticipation.

But Paul just stands there. Staring. He stood there so long that you cleared your throat awkwardly.

"I'll see you around Paul." You tried to hide the disappointment on your face as you climbed into the truck and shut the door. He had let you, still standing there for a moment before turning around to walk back to the house.

Tears welled up in your eyes. How foolish were you, to think that a guy like Paul Lahote would just sweep you off your feet? Sure, a kiss might be moving fast for the first night, but he didn't even give you his number. You analyzed everything you had said to each other. Nothing was even romantic, so why on earth would you think he liked you back? Pathetic.

Bella said goodbye to Jacob and got in the truck. One thing you loved most about your sister was that she knew you better than anyone else. And if there was one thing you hated, it was when people asked if you were upset. One look in your direction and she didn't say a word, starting the truck and driving off. She knew when you were ready to talk, you would.

*Paul's POV*

I turned around, watching the truck drive away, getting smaller and smaller in the distance. I was frozen in place.

What is wrong with me?

"Everything go okay?" Sam approached, clearly sensing my distress.

"I'm never like this with women, Sam. I should have kissed her, but I didn't. I stood there, right in front of her with my mouth open like a fucking fish. I-I've never felt this way-" I rambled on.

"Dude it's alright" Sam interrupted, "Did you tell her that she's your imprint?"

I sighed. "I didn't even get that far. I don't, I don't want her to feel forced to like me like that right away. I want to treat it like a normal relationship....but I think I went ahead and screwed it up anyways." I huffed.

Sam placed his hand on my shoulder. "Deep breathes. You didn't screw anything up, you just met her. You can tell her about the imprinting when you're comfortable....as far as the kiss, well, it's never too late." Sam held up keys to his vehicle, putting them in my hand. "Only if you need them." He slapped me on the shoulder, winking, as he walked back to where Emily was.

I watched him sneak up behind her, she giggled as he peppered kisses on the back of her neck. I knew what he was doing. And it was working, as I made my way towards his car.

*Back to Second Person POV*

You sniffled, taking a deep breath. You were done crying over this man. This man you had literally just met. So what if he didn't like you? There is a million other people out there. Why did you care so much?

A knock on the door interrupted your thoughts. Charlie was gone over night on a hunting trip and Bella was fast asleep.

Another knock. It was almost damn near midnight. As you slowly approached the door, bat in hand, you looked through the peep hole.

It was Paul.

You flung open the door, ready to ask him what the hell him problem was, when he lunged forward. Grabbing you by the face, he kissed you feverishly. Your heart pounded in your chest as you melted into the kiss, tongues dancing together in perfect harmony. One hand held you by the hair as the other grabbed you by the waist, pulling you impossibly closer. When you both needed to breathe you pulled away, Paul's hand held tightly so you couldn't go too far. He leaned his forehead against yours, panting.

"I am so sorry I didn't do this when you left. You, you make me nervous. It's a feeling I've never really had before. When you left I- I didn't want to let you go that easy. I'm sorry." He said.

You leaned in to kiss him once, slowly, softly. "I've been waiting for you to do that," you smiled. "There's a lot more where that came from...if you'll have me." he said, his hand sliding down to interlock with yours, bringing back up to place a gentle kiss on the top.

"I couldn't imagine anything better." you grinned.

*Paul's POV*

Y/N guided me to the couch, asking to stay awhile. We held each other until the sun came up, just talking. It was as if everything right there had changed for me. She would be my number one priority, to have and protect. I vowed to myself that I would do anything she asked, that I will love her no matter the cost. Whatever makes her happy.

I had to leave before Charlie got home, but not without a heated make out session at the door. It took everything in me to pull away from her, both of us lingering. Despite her not letting go either, I could see the bags under her eyes forming.

"Get some sleep baby, text me when you wake up okay?" She nodded, and after a good 20 minutes of more kissing, I left.

I understood why Sam was always mopey without Emily around. As I drove away I could feel my heart ache like something was missing. This was a whole new feeling, and for the first time I thanked whatever spirits gave me her.

My imprint.

I bit my lip as I remembered I still had to tell her. I'm worried about how she'll take it, but there was something heavier on my mind.

Victoria.

Part Two Anyone? :)

[himezoro]

Can you do head canons of how the straw hats would cheer you up if they noticed you were sad?

— thank you so much for requesting, and being my first request ! ୨୧ i mainly focused on the monster trio, i'll be happy to do a part 2 with other straw hats if you want to (tbh i was so excited to write after work that i could not wait lmao). i hope you'll enjoy it as much as i liked writing it for you ⋆˙⟡♡ i didn't know if it was meant to be their s/o, so i went for both hypothesis.

— ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴ��ɴꜱ : how would the monster trio cheer you up if they noticed you were sad ?

wc : 1400+

warning! : mention of gender (female) in sanji's part !

sailing with the strawhats has always been pure magic and ectic each day. watching the sun sets in the most beautiful places, feeling the breeze tickling your nose, discovering nature in all its glory, dancing to the rythm of the waves. but traveling the seas had its tough times. who could have thought that your inner demons would catch up, when the thousands sunny would go so many ways ?

during these tempestuous times, with a forced smile on your face, the light in your eyes dimmed, and when you thought (or, your inner demons so declared), no one noticed, or that no one cared...

monkey d luffy

[ if you were his friend ]

luffy brings light with each blink of his round, bright eyes. he is the life of the party, hell, he is the party.

and even though he is used to having some more quiet souls around him, like zoro or robin, he sure can notice when someone is feeling sad, especially a crewmate. a friend.

when he noticed your absence during the time the ship decked on a beautiful beach, luffy asked for you, as he would for any of his comrades.

when he heard you stayed on the ship "to get some rest", he nodded and kept on having fun with usopp and chopper.

but the time flied, and you did not show up.

luffy would scream for you at the top of his lungs for you to come out and look at him pull pranks and build a really fun castle. he would do anything to make you laugh. even if it meant getting dugged in the sand by his friends or used as a kite for kite-surfing.

if his screams didn't make you come out (or, get him killed by nami), he would run to the ship and offer you a present : seashells he collected.

he would offer his biggest smile and tell you that he will be back soon with a giant fish for everyone to eat.

needless to say, he ended up drowning and that, made you laugh.

[ if you were his s/o ]

again, luffy may look a little over the moon, but he can make the difference between introversion and sadness.

if he would do anything to make you laugh as a friend, as a partner, luffy would tend to be more quiet.

luffy immediatly feels your sadness, even from miles away. it clenches his heart. he hates it when he knows his antics are not enough to make you smile. he feels like he failed in some way.

luffy's love language is physical touch. be prepared for a lot of cuddling sessions where he would not.let.you.breathe.

he hopes to bring warmth to your heart. he would not kiss you, but trap you with his elastic arms for as long as you want, or until he has to eat.

if you say you need space and alone time, luffy would respect that. instead, he would put his hat on your head and patiently wait until you're ready to be welcomed in his arms.

he's a sweetheart overall i want to squish him

roronoa zoro

[ if you were his friend ]

roronoa zoro is a quiet animal, a man of a few words. he respects boundaries more than anyone on the ship, which is why you liked having him around, especially during these dark times.

but just because zoro is quiet doesn't mean he does not notice. boy, does he notice. that man is always on watch, his guard on, he can feel the switch in the air the second he saw you sitting in a secluded space of the ship.

he knows he's not skillfull with words, and he knows he does not like prying. so, he does not ask questions. he just acknowledges your current state, and leaves you space.

when other crew members would ask for you, he would lie and say you're asleep in your quarters and do not want to be disturbed. he would make sure no one gets close to the place you're currently hiding, knowing that if you were there, it meant not wanting to be seen dealing with these emotions.

he would yell at luffy for being too loud and pretend it disturbs his own peace.

when he sees you come out looking sad again and cross his path, he would not talk or say anything. instead, he would give you a small, silent, yet, eloquent nod.

in other words : zoro would be the greatest gardian

[ if you were his s/o ]

zoro often felt like he was not a great partner. he's not energetic like luffy, romantic and eloquent like sanji... he feels like a brute.

but if there's one thing zoro is confident in for sure, in his relationship with you, it's his ability to protect you, to shield you from harm.

as a friend, he always feels protective of his crewmates, but when it comes to his s/o, this boy would build a whole planet just for them to be safe and sound. at peace.

so he immediatly notices you were sad with the way you bid "goodnight" after dinner.

he left you alone for a couple of minutes, just so you would not feel oppressed. again, this man knows boundaries.

yet, he is unable to stay away from you and leaving you alone in such state. his duty is to protect you from even the smallest ant. even if he has a lot of trust in your strength, he cannot help but to come into your room and sit, lay by you. he would not ask you to talk, but he will. after placing a kiss on your wet temple and a hand on your shivering shoulder, he would quietly state, with determination and pure adoration : "i'll be waiting by your side, if you need anything."

he would probably fall asleep, but he kept his promise, and his hand remained on your shoulder the entire time.

vinsmoke sanji

[ if you were his friend ]

sanji cares about the well-being of his crewmates like no other. after all, he is the chef, he is responsible for your health, and you know what they say : le bonheur est dans l'assiette (translation, happiness lies in the plate).

so when sanji notices you have not finished your meal last night, he figures that you just didn't like its taste.

so the next day for lunch, he tried to improve his recipe and served the meal once again, but to no avail. you did not eat a bite and quickly left.

sanji then understood the meal was not the issue here (he's a great chef after all, i cannot see him fail a recipe), but it was something else. you were sad. and this man cannot let a pretty lady in such dismay (or a friend in general).

sanji would bake your favorite cookies and, if you're a female, bring them over to you on a silver tray with the most marvelous bouquet to make you feel like a princess. it would be difficult for him to hide his excitement when he sees you, but he would understand your need to be left alone if this would please you.

but if you needed someone to talk, female or not, this man would pour down a cup of wonderful tea and listen to you for minutes, hours, hell, even for days, and provide a lot of advices and support.

he would not eat the treats he made for you, claiming they were yours and he "feeds off your growing happiness".

[ if you were his s/o ]

he would do everything he would do for a friend. after all, sanji is known to be kindhearted, thoughtful and attentive.

but when it comes to his s/o being sad ? he would feel it right away, like lightning.

before checking on you and reacting, sanji would think. this boy is sensitive, filled with empathy. so he would question himself and wonder if he is the cause of your sadness. is he too cliché ? is he too pushy ? does he not compliment you enough ? is the attention he gives to other ladies problematic ? he would think a lot about his own actions to make sure he can comfort you the right way.

so even though he notices your sadness really early on, he takes a while to react.

but when he does, expect your favorite treats along with a wonderful handwritten note under the plate where this boy tells you everything he wants you to know, "so you can cherish these words forever and hold them to your heart when feeling sorrow"

he would not give you the plate in person if you asked to be left alone, instead, he would silently leave it by your window and wait until you open it to offer you a sweet, loving kiss, on top of your forehead. like la cerise sur le gâteau (translation, the cherry on top of the cake).

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[captain-mj]

Bad dog

Been a while since I did something with muzzles and had an idea

Ghost had come back from a very successful mission, the captured creature had been locked away and catalogued. Another win for him and the fucking scientists.

He lit a cigarette and watched the... things in their rooms and cells. The scientists assured them that none were human, but he wasn't sure he completely believed them. Some were very good at mimicking people.

His personal favorite was A21987028. Or Soap. Scientists liked spouting off that long string of numbers, but Ghost preferred the nickname given. It was like how the dog like creature in cell 483 was named "Riley" because of the collar it had on when it was found. And while yes, she was a little maneater, Ghost still snuck her biscuits and things to eat and she liked him better.

Soap was interesting. Brimming with intelligence, perfectly mimicking a Scottish man, and friendly.

Ghost went to his room and sat with him, likely he usually did. He sat across from him and Soap perked up. The brown leather across his face was the only grim reminder of what he was. Otherwise, he looked normal. Even his clothes were nice, of the latest fashion.

"Hello, Simon." Soap said with a smile, teeth flashing under the brown leather. Same one Riley wore. Same one everything in this building wore but the guards. "Come to chat?"

Ghost shifted, legs spreading to fill out the chair. He looked at Soap. "Another mission. Caught a thing that looks like a mix between a raccoon and a sparrow. Its wings are too small to fly."

"How did you catch it?"

Ghost had speared it like a fish and held it down, blade causing yellow blood to gush out until it had the good sense to stop fighting. He had thrown it in the cage and heard the useless wing snap.

"Used one of those loops on the poles. It hooked around it's neck and i dropped it in the cage. No harm, no foul."

Soap nodded and walked over. There were strict rules on most of the creatures, but Soap was different. Intelligent enough to know that fighting back was futile. Friendly enough to be able to play nice. In the fifteen years there, he had never once caused an incident.

The muzzle stayed, so did the chains around his ankles, but his hands were freed. His room decorated. Books were given to him. A tv. He had plenty of enmities.

Ghost still felt guilty. If he could, he'd let Soap leave. But Soap was not truly Soap. He was A21987028. A thing that had appeared out of the sky and ate flesh.

For now though, it wasn't feeding time. Ghost could be here, with him. In this space.

Soap leaned down and brushed the muzzle against Ghost's mask. Like an animal.

"Simon. Do they listen to our conversations?"

"Don't necessarily listen, but they do record them. If there was ever a need, they'd review them. But you won't do that. You're a good boy." Ghost meant it as a joke. A fucked up version of one, but a joke.

Soap looked at him, that brilliant blue was wrong. It happened occasionally. Soap wouldn't look like Soap. He'd look like someone or something else. Usually they were so subtle, Ghost would be unsure if they really even happened.

"Shame. Sometimes, I want to tell you things. Tell you secrets. But I can't. Things listen."

Ghost had no doubts in his mind that Soap didn't mean the microphones.

"I apologize, Soap. Lights out soon, I'm on night duty."

"Will you come say hi to me as you pass?" That wasn't what Soap really wanted. He wanted Ghost to sneak him food.

“Maybe.” Ghost smiled at him.

Soap brightened considerably. “I’ll wait for you.” He smiled and went around the room, a sway to it.

Ghost left, as always, wondering what Soap would feel like if they could touch without his gloves between them. He’d show Soap the sun. The moon.

Instead, he had to have a picture of them on the wall.

Ghost thought of the dozens of documentaries over space and human history and war. Soap requested to have a documentary over bombs, but they denied him immediately.

He'd do wonders in the human world. But it wasn't human. It was hard to remember that at times.

Ghost made sure before he went back by Soap that he had a candy bar to slip into his cell. A candy bar that was grabbed by a hand with too many fingers.

"Simon?"

"Yes, Soap?"

Soap looked at him, eyes glowing enough so Ghost would surely see him. "I appreciate the time we spend we spend together."

Ghost smiled at him and he could tell, despite the mask, that Soap could see. He pulled away and kept walking through the yard. Creatures tried to get his attention. All hoping that he'll be the one to slip up and let them free.

The night ended like all nights ended. With him turning into his own bed in a different barracks. With Simon laying down and remembering that he's doing good for the world.

He couldn't have been asleep long when the alarms went off. He assumed it was Protocol L at first, a common break they had was that particular one. But then he heard the numbers that followed and realized more than just one had escaped. He grabbed his gun and checked his gear, happy he hadn't taken much of it off, and got out the door.

Ghost put the majority of the creatures back in their cages, safe and sound. Most were intimidated by him, despite being able to grow much bigger than him.

Then his gun came face to face with Soap.

The muzzle was still securely on, but the chains had been broken. "Simon. Don't make me hurt you."

"Think you have the nerve?"

"Come with me. We can go somewhere else. Somewhere just the two of us." Soap grabbed his hand and moved closer. "I promise, I'm really not like the others. I don't want to hurt you.""

Ghost put his gun under Soap's chin. They had about five minutes to leave. "How can I trust it? How do I know you weren't playing the long con?"

"You know me. You love me. i love you. Let's go." Soap squeezed his hand tight. "Please. I want to see the world. See everything."

Ghost squeezed his hand back and made a decision.

[thetireddoktor]

Cotl AU: Webs of Fate

Below is the beginning of my Lore for my Au: Webs of fate

How the Bishops Earn Their Crowns

The Crowns are not given freely. They are not inherited, or are they simply bestowed by divine right. To earn a Crown, one must suffer, not just any suffering, but a loss that reflects the opposite of the power they are destined to wield. Only through enduring the very thing they are meant to counterbalance can they be deemed worthy.

Each Bishop's ascension follows the same cruel cycle:

They live, unaware of what they will become.

They face great loss—the negative reflection of their future power.

In the depths of that suffering, the Crown appears to them.

If they accept it, they are forever changed, marked as a Bishop/God.

The Bishops and Their Trials

Shamura, Crown of Peace → Loss through War

Watched their home burn. Their people slaughtered.

The Webs of Fate, reduced to ash by their own mother.

Only after war took everything did the Crown of Peace appear.

Their irony: They wear the Crown of Peace, yet they have become War itself.

Kallamar, Crown of Healing → Loss through Pestilence

Watched disease consume his people, helpless to stop it.

Every healer, every cure—failed.

Only after the sickness had claimed everything did the Crown of Healing appear.

His irony: Now he can heal, but he could never save the ones he loved.

Leshy, Crown of Order → Loss through Chaos

Lived in a world of wild, untamed destruction.

No structure. No control. Anarchy devoured all.

Only after his world collapsed under chaos did the Crown of Order appear.

His irony: He now enforces Order, but he was born from Ruin.

Heket, Crown of Harvest → Loss through Famine

Watched crops wither, animals die, people starve.

No matter how hard she fought, there was never enough.

Only after hunger had taken everything did the Crown of Harvest appear.

Her irony: She creates abundance, yet she knows what it means to starve.

Narinder, Crown of Death → Loss through Life (or Immortality?)

He watched the cycle of life continue endlessly, trapping him.

Or he saw others die while he remained, unable to follow.

Only after he lost his connection to death did the Crown of Death appear.

His irony: He rules over death, yet he is cursed to never die.

Before Narinder's imprisonment

The crowns had different eyes based on their uncorrupted powers. All eyes are inspired based on symbols based on their ability.

Shamura's was the first to become corrupted, their 'Peace' hardly lasting more than a few centuries, turning from a Sun to a Crescent moon, much like the one in Cotl. "The rising sun after peace, dawn shining over a new day.

When the corruption takes hold, it twists into the shape of a crescent, a harbinger of change. It signifies that the sun has set on peace, ushering in the cold, unrelenting night of war." The "Corruption" is Shamura's trauma, from their loss. Shamura, though they had lost their way, works to keep their Siblings from falling from grace like they had, being the Wise elder sibling they needed, encouraged them to expand outside their comfort zones. Some tried to expand their power more than others. I guess this is the uhm.. Most I've gotten so far. I hope yall enjoyed reading. Next up, Shamura's Origin's.

[doeeyedmeanie]

Morbid Curiosity…

a much requested part 3..? is this becoming a series ?

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Patrick had trailed behind you like a loyal dog the entire walk home, each step you took , each breath you snuck practically being studied by him. His body mirroring yours , his mind working overtime to figure you out . Not even aware you were talking to him right now, not even aware his hand had skimmed yours, not even aware that you were genuinely warming upto him.

“So…are we friends and does that mean i’m safe from henry’s wrath or…?” You turned , eyes wide like a deers, hand foolishly messing with your hair , the setting sun make you glow like some sort of angel sent..which Patrick was starting to believe, he’d made everything around apart from you but you were real..so real that you matched him perfectly, maybe he had made you too.Maybe not.

“Henry..” He mumbled , only now snapping out of his mind and into the moment , only now noticing he was stood on your porch with you. Only now realising it was past curfew and that you were still here, you’d talked the entire time to him and not even mentioned how late it was getting or how much trouble you’d be in with your parents or how the creeping darkness was starting to get to you , starting to weigh down on your mind and body. “uh..i’ll see..maybe if you hang out with me again..” He lazy line left his lips, that smug smile tugging his lips , body leaning into yours as he handed you your bag back.

“hmm i’ll think about it..?” A stupid puppy dog look appeared in your eyes , making it even harder for Hockstetter to concentrate or even keep up with whatever your pretty mouth was babbling about. He nodded, probably way too fast and possibly gave away how much he didn’t mind your company. How you didn’t annoy him, how you actually made him feel something other than a murderous intention , i mean sure if the moment came up…he could probably cut into you, dissect each part , study you and everything inside you…probably feast upon your soft flesh and taste that warm red that pumped around you , the warm red that sent heat into your face , the same that made your lashes flutter and that made that soft sweet noise leave your throat.

He stood there , watching you turn and wave him off . He waved back, mind working over time to figure out how or what you’d done to make him act like an animal starved. He stood there ,stuck in place for so long that the lights of your house had dimmed, the moon had witnessed the sun leave , the crickets began their usual nightly gossip and so long that the neighbours across the street were growing worried . The lights from their house turning back on, the glow so bright it snapped him back out of his lovestruck state and back into his brutal bulling machine state. He’d walked back home, mind full of you and only you; a part of him soured at the actual thought of wanting you…wanting you and just you, he didn’t even care if all you’d do was giggle at him and not even touch him..and that..that was enough to almost make him rethink everything. He’d warmed upto the thought of you by time he’d gotten home, shoes leaving muddy steps upto his room. A shrine of rock bands, comics and weird things he’d collected like bones , rocks and the occasional science book paper..like a page on dissecting rats or a pigs heart welcomed him, his arms tired and pulling his clothing off . His bed unmade and ready for him to take his much needed slumber though Patrick knew he’d only get an hour or two of sleep, his mind so heavily bent on you and how to make sure you stayed close .

Friday rolled around ; a week of Patrick and you getting sickly close, your shared interest becoming the only thing you did together. Your conversations consisting solely on “wanna go see a dead cat?” or “hey look at this” or even “i heard there’s a whole bunch of dead birds in the forest .” Patrick thought of each conversation or hang out as a way to you, his mind making use of each moment he got with you. Using that interest of yours to keep you focused on the poor animal and your mouth running with stuff , he’d practically manipulated these hang outs to be a whole different thing. You’d stare at the corpse like a hunting dog ready to feast , as would he, you’d be so focused on everything that Patrick would ask anything and you’d willingly spill. He loved it, having you so close, your mind so available, your eyes so focused. He fed off of it, fed off of the thought that you were just as messed up as he was , fed off of the thought that you were real. Friday afternoon rolled around and as did Patrick’s hand on your shoulder , guiding you into the quarry and towards a dead fish, only now did Patrick have some sort of plan for this.

“I mean you can literally see it laying its eggs…” He shrugged , hands snaking to your hips and pulling you closer , his fingers tracing your skin. The buzz in the back of his mind fuiling everything and making his grin grow bigger and bigger . He knew how’d he’d do this, show you the fish, let his hands wander until his lips found yours and the boom he’d ask the question and you’d say yes and everything would be perfect..right ? It’s not like you were having your own thoughts or feelings…or even having your own plan.

“She’s missing an eye..” You hummed out, your head turning as soon as Patrick’s warm fingers dug into your flesh. Bones digging deep just to pull back and resume their tracing , “you think she lost it before or after she died..?” You asked , eyes focused on his and his focused on yours . Not even a gasp of air could get between you both , you were just breathing in and out of each others air. Eyes stuck to each others , body’s contouring and becoming one, minds swapping thoughts and now even heart beats matching . Perhaps you even shared the same buzz in the back of your heads.

“hmm i don’t know…probably after . Some bird probably ate it right off of her corpse ..” He laughed , “anyways..i’m bored..” He shrugged , eyes moving back to the fish before they moved to you once again, his fingers moving up and towards your face , “how about we..uh..get out of here..? hm? go get a milkshake or something..” He asked , eyes stuck on your lips as they formed a sweet smile. The sort of smile that almost had him break, almost had him rough himself back up and force his lips to yours but no..patrick knew that if he did do that then you’d run off and probably never speak to you. He knew you were morbid like him..but he knew you were also tame, he’d seen your friends , heard your conversations and even knew what music you listened to. All tame…or well tame enough for him. You nodded at him, complying as usual before you paused.

“how about i show you something..?” You suggested , your fingers messing with the collar of his shirt and tugging him back to you, he froze. His head nodding , mind shut off, hands stuck on you like you’d just put some sort of trance onto him, making that buzzing in the back of his thump and thrash around like a caged animal biting at its bars. You giggled , lips finding his and gently moving against him..the action brought him out of his trance , the buzz escaping its cage and finally finding a way to attack. Patrick didn’t know how to act gentle , especially right now , especially after he’d became so obsessed with you. His lips found yours within seconds, greedy and desperate for contact. His hands wandering, grabbing, pulling, pushing and causing little noises to escape your lips. Your hands snaking all over him , only causing the heat between you both to thicken and cause an animalistic urge to take over Patrick. He had you backed into a tree, his lips making a mess of yours , his teeth nibbling on the flesh, nibbling so badly he’d torn your bottom lip causing you to wince and pull away the second you’d felt the pain . You gasp , breathing ragged and lashes fluttering. You looked perfect , real…so real . You tasted real , Patrick decided then and there that you were all he needed.

He let you take a minute before his tongue lapped at your blood, a mumble of sloppy “oops”s and “shit..look at you..” leaving his lips as he continued to clean you up in his own messed up way. Once the blood had stopped, once he’d swallowed the last drop of you, once his hands hand left the final bruise he’d pull away. Eyes stuck on you and how goddamn ethereal you looked, “be my girlfriend.” He blurted out , eyes desperate like a starved dog awaiting a treat .

“mhmph..” You nodded, half panting for air and half slightly bewildered by how messy, how wild , how free you’d just been with Patrick Hockstetter. You knew this sort of behaviour would get you talked about , make you lose friends in school… you didn’t care . Your soul felt a little more seen with Patrick, your mind a little more clearer, your voice actually heard and your body appreciated.

Patrick nodded, his hands moving to fix your hair , “look at you..” He hummed out , “all mine..huh? “ He laughed , that smug look on his face before his lips met with your forehead and his hands pulled you back into him, “beautiful..” He mumbled , fixing you up before leading you out into the forest and towards the Derry diner ; little to no one even inside or outside of it .

He’d led you to sit down, ordered a strawberry milkshake despite the hatred he had for them…something inside him hatred them but you’d briefly mentioned them once during one of your walks and now Patrick felt like he owed you this. Owed you a milkshake for being the only real thing despite him, being the only girl who didn’t look at him like he was dirt , for being the only person who smiled at him for something other than the horrific things he did, for being so understanding and for being so goddamn beautiful. Youd taken the first sip, your hand snaking towards his as you batted your lashes, your lips pursed and broken from the heated moment you shared. Patrick knew it was wrong to think of that during this moment but it’s all he could think about.

He sat there, watching you drink before he finally spoke, “so uh..now we’re together..how about we start acting like it,huh? “ You sent him a look, a look that meant not to push his luck , that you weren’t sure of what was about to escape his lips, “let me kiss you in public, ride with me and the boys , let me walk you home every time i see you, let me sneak in your house so we can make out..” You snapped him a look at the last demand , he knew it was pushing his luck but that didn’t stop the idea of it..of finally seeing what your room looked like if it was going to portray you in the most perfect way or if it was going to be the total opposite..either way he didn’t care aslong as you were around.

“hmmm fine..but maybe not sneaking in..yet.”

“yet?”

“Pat..it’s not even been a day..” You scoffed out, giggling as you playfully rolled your eyes , your lips pecking his before returning to the milkshake . Patrick smirked , squeezing your hand before complying . He knew he was getting ahead of himself but these were only mere dreams he had of you and him, only the less important things he wanted to do. He wanted to explore each part of you, your room only being the start . He’d hope to move onto how that brain of yours fully worked, you’d worked out a little between your shared interest but he wanted to know what set you off, what didn’t , why it didn’t, why it did, what you needed, what you wanted, what you hated, what you loved, if you felt real, what you knew and you. He wanted to know you, every part even the worst part.

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Thank you for reading ! Reminder that you’re loved !! Eat , drink and rest !!! Eek i’m so glad my posts are getting attention:) thank youuu

[jujutsukgojo]

Sleepyhead

Dabi x Reader

Summary: You wished him good luck every time. Should you have kept them to yourself and let him die? tw: minor character death, major bnha manga/anime spoilers, implied abuse, attempted su*cide, tried to edit (pray)

Sleepyhead has finally woken up. He stumbles out of the room and looks at you. His eyes are crystal blue haloed with fluttery white lashes. Now that he’s awake, he’s prettier than when he was asleep even though Mr. Sunny disagreed with his looks. Mr. Sunny said something about him being beyond disfigured from the fire. To you, he’s still strangely handsome. You continue to chew on a bag of chips against Mr. Sunny’s wishes. “Hi, Sleepyhead. Nice to meet you.”

  When he frowns, you immediately go on the defense. “Don’t tell on me, okay?”

He looks at you confused and nods. He hasn't talked yet, unfortunately; hopefully he can. It must have taken a lot for him to wake up and move around. It'd be a shame if he couldn't speak. 

“They’re over there.” You point down the hall, and he takes off in that direction. You don’t know why Sleepyhead is so eager to meet Mr. Sunny and the rest. He’s never seen them since he’s been asleep this whole time. In fact, you came in at the same time he did and never has he woken up. It's a bit of a running joke. All of the kids draw pictures of him being sleeping beauty. Those drawings are even in his room, wishing for him to wake up. So, seeing him actually move is weird. You have watched him grow and now he's mobile. It's hard to explain why his open eyes throw you off.

You overhear that one girl be her own version of a welcoming committee. She calls for Mr. Sunny. You quickly finish your snack and put the wrapper in the band of your pants. Mr. Sunny walks by. He stops and looks at you. The saltiness of the chips stick to your throat.

  “What’re you doing, little one?” His voice holds a fake sweetness. You curl your toes in your slippers, hoping for something to ground you. “Nothing. Sleepyhead just walked by.”

“Oh! Did you say hello?” You nod. His face looks like the sun but underneath is evil. Yet somehow, there is an even greater evil behind him, behind this whole operation. “What did he say?”

“Nothing.”

“Hm. Open your mouth.” He looks at you like he's appraising you. You swallow and give a thin, shallow smile. The empty bag of chips becomes more obvious to you as it touches your body. Your sweat slightly sticks to it. 

“Where am I?” The teenage Sleepyhead asks. He whispers a question of his voice and caresses his throat. Mr. Sunny turns his attention to him. “Todoroki! Nice to see you. Come with me and everything will be explained,”

Your hands are behind your back. He stops and looks at you. “Show me what’s behind you, my dear.”

You show him your hands then turn around in a circle. “Mhm. Open your mouth for me.” 

Your heart rate speeds up. There are still some crumbs in your mouth. Sleepyhead interrupts him. “What’re you doing? I’m serious! I need to see my family. Mom, Fuyumi, Natsu, Shouto, my dad!”

  As he says this, he makes eye contact with you. “My apologies, Touya Todoroki. You’ve been through a lot. I should prioritize that. Follow me.”

 Sleepyhead walks behind him. In the distance Mr. Sunny asks, “What was she doing when you saw her?”

Fear settles in your stomach. “Nothing. Just standing there.” Before he goes in the room, Sleepyhead makes eye contact with you. You nod and leave the area, not wanting to be anywhere near Mr. Sunny. 

Quickly, you dispose of the wrapper, take a drink of water then brush your teeth. Laying on your bed you draw another picture for Sleepyhead. There's no sun, sky, or a moon. Instead, there is a familiar building that you loved before you were swept up here. You color it with open doors and a red curtain in the back. On the stage is a small drawing of the familiar woman who sang beautifully. Sleepyhead will like this. You put him on a bench next to the building with a bag of chips in his hand. The next time you have them, you will give them to him as a thank you.

  Suddenly, the building shook. You gasped and sat up in your bed. Dust from the ceiling falls. Not feeling safe, you get up and leave the room. The hallway is warm like when you open an oven. You head deeper into it, confused on why it’s so hot. At the end of it is a bright blue, consuming light. It eats away the walls and ceiling. There is only one person in the facility that can do this.

  You gasp and head in the other direction as it travels in every way it can. At the end of the hall is a window. If you can get to it, you can jump out and be free. The problem is, is that you tried that once and it wouldn’t budge without Mr. Sunny’s permission or at least a strong enough quirk. You bang on it and try to open it. The building gets hotter and hotter. “Open, open, open!” 

  You hear people scream and Mr. Sunny yells for a straight line. His voice is hoarse, and he’s obviously hurt with the groans and hisses he makes. They’re going to leave you? 

  The banging, pushing, shoving, the window isn’t helping at all. Its steel frame refuses to let the window move. The heat increases and sweat pours off of you. Smoke surrounds the area, even the outside. They’re leaving you.

Suddenly, you hear footsteps behind you. You turn to see Sleepyhead walk through the flames. “Where’s the door, dolly?”

  He stands on the fluttering blue light. You tap on the window behind you. Sleepyhead frowns but heads straight anyway. “Move.”

You follow his direction and shriek when the panel flies off the wall and the glass is melted off. Sleepyhead exits the window. You can’t make it across without hurting yourself. How is he able to? Ah, that's right. He cannot feel pain. Before he can leave, you lean and grab his shoulders. He looks back at you with furrowed brows and misty eyes that are not from physical pain. Without even asking him, you press your weight on his shoulders and jump out the window, missing the embers wanting to expand and the melted glass painted on the grass.

  He growls and swings to pick you up. You're safely in his very warm arms. “Get off of me.” He puts you down on a safe spot and takes off. You run too and when he sees you follow, he pushes you down. “They’re over there!”

  “You don’t understand…”

“Get away from me!” He runs again. You follow him much to his annoyance. Then, you see which direction he’s headed. “No, this way!”

He yanks his arm back. “I am not going back there. I have a family, friends, people that love and need me. I am not like you guys.”

It stings. “That way,” You point to his set direction. “Is where the doctor is and where the big boss goes sometimes. If they see you, they’ll grab you. I know a good way out.”

  Interested, he follows you. There’s a buzzing noise over your heads. You gasp and grab his hand. You run to the trees. “W-why are you so fast?”

“Nomu! That’s what we’re gonna be if we don’t run!” Sleepyhead looks at the sky behind him. There are large bodies with their brains showing, flying around. They look under themselves and scout, no doubt for the two runaways. Your heart is pounding in your ears as a white one goes right above you, its eyes barely missing you. 

  Finally, you reach the edge of the cliff. A few tufts of grass surround the dirt. Beyond that is a river that gently flows. You’ve made it to this part before and know what’s at the end. “Can you swim?”

“Um, yeah? Not the best, though.” He looks down with fearful eyes.

You hold his hand tighter. “Hang onto me.” You grab his hand and jump. He screams as the two of you descend into the cold water. You hang onto his hand as you travel through the water. It chills you down to your bones but it is better than the alternative. If Doctor Garaki talks to Mr. Sunny and finds out that the two of you are gone, it could mean that the big guy, All For One, or something, could come.

The water pushes you two around and neither of you let go of each other. With grace, you dodge debris and pull him closer, encircling your arms around him as the rushing water guides you away. 

  Pebbles curl underneath your fingers when you pull yourself out with Sleepyhead’s hand in yours. He coughs and breathes heavily. “We have to keep moving. Down here is a street.”

“A street,” He coughs. “To where?”

“People that aren’t them. I remember seeing it.” You spotted it when you were pulled out of the water by a flying nomu. You have yet to touch the pavement of the street or smell the lavish perfumes from the boutique at the corner or get a good look in the pet store that is a few doors down. Colorful clothes and expensive cellphones have been next to the facility where children were held for years. 

He gets up shakily and goes with you, his hand still in yours. The wind blows against you, chilling your body through your wet clothes. You gasp but keep on with the plan anyway. You and Sleepyhead have gotten far. There’s no turning back now.

  You push the tree branches and leaves out of the way and show that you were right. The street is busy with people and life. The sun shines bright on the passing people who go about their daily lives, not once thinking that there is a monstrosity not too far from them. 

  “I…I know this. I know this! I can’t be far from home!” Sleepyhead yanks his hand away from yours and goes to the left. You follow him. 

“What? No! Go away. This is my family. Go to your own.” He pushes you down to the ground, the pavement scraping against your palms. Someone scolds him. “Young man, control yourself! Now apologize.”

  He growls and clenches his fists. “Sorry.” The old lady nods and helps you up then leaves. You notice how she didn’t even bother to comment on both of your appearances. Clearly, there is something wrong with the two kids in front of her, yet she walks away.

“Happy?” 

You shrug. Sleepyhead turns around and continues to his home. Once again, you run behind him. At first he growls in frustration but ignores you in the end, except for running faster and using evasive maneuvers to lose you. Of course, they all fail.

  The soles of your feet take a toll. Now that the adrenaline is wearing down, you’re beginning to feel the weight of everything. This is enough physical activity for a lifetime. Thankfully, you’re not the only one who feels that way. Sleepyhead slows down to a halt. He’s breathing heavily and has his hands on his knees. “Come on. If you stop, it’ll be harder to finish.”

  He pushes himself up and jogs. The two of you come across a street that no doubt belongs to the rich. There are kominkas and modern homes next to each other, all different yet have a lavish quality. It’s something that you know you’d never be able to afford. It’s a miracle you’re even here. 

  “Are one of these yours?” You shake your head no. “You can’t,” He gasps for breath. “Come with me.”

“Where do I go?” 

He cocks his head. “Fine, fine.” He grabs your hand roughly and limps to another house that isn’t quite as big as the kominka down the road. Sleepyhead brings you to the gate. “Knock on the door, alright?”

Before he leaves, you say, “Goodbye Sleepyhead, and I wish you good luck.”

“My name’s Touya.”

“I’m (Y/n).” He looks back at you. “Thanks for everything, doll.” He limps around the corner. You have a small smile and flutters in your tummy. Taking a deep breath, you push the button on the gate and it opens. Your legs are aching, and your feet are blistered. Whoever owns this house must be good if Sleepyhead dropped you here.

You knock on the door.

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You walk home from work with the streetlights that are just now flickering on to guide you. Right as you are rubbing your shoulders, you hear voices to your right range in pitch and volume. You tread along the sidewalk and hope not to run into anyone unsavory. Suddenly, right when you come across an alley, it erupts into flames that create a woosh sound. 

The heat is intense and consuming. People scream so loud it echoes on the brick buildings’ walls. There is nothing you can do for them except watch in horror. Some of the people move around frantically, and others roll on the ground.  Lucky for them, their pain is soon gone as the flames ended them in seconds.

  You are at the end of the alley, clutching your purse for dear life. Smoke blows your way as the assailant walks closer to you. His black boots don't melt and his trench flows behind him, letting him look like a true villain, even without his dastardly deeds

  Now he is feet from you, you remember who he is. He has changed a little but looking at his face for three years straight lets you recognize him anywhere. His eyes are still jewels and have hardened, purple scars have spread, and his hair is dyed. He has staples rather than the bonded skin he left with.

And yet, you see him even though it’s been years. "Are you scared, doll?" His voice is deeper and smoother than it was last time you saw him. 

You shake your head no. He doesn't smile but cocks his head to the side. He is letting you go. Before you can leave, you turn back to him and say, “Wish you good luck, Sleepyhead.” 

Nothing else needed to be said between you two. Not even a nod or wave. There is a sense of familiarity, a camaraderie, a bond, that was created in a facility designed to abduct and trick children into nomus and spare quirks for All For One. There is nothing needed when it comes to you two.

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Lately, there has been a terrorist organization that has grown drastically. Among them is a blue flame user named Dabi. Without seeing him, you know who it is and have a feeling of what he is doing. He had dropped you off at his neighbor’s house and went to his family. He made sure you knew about them and how desperate he was to go back to them. If he has turned into this, it has to do with them.

 On every screen is a shirtless Sleepyhead. He is covered in staples and scars. He talks about an unfair justice system and fake heroes. You look around and see everyone’s reactions to him.

He goes on about his backstory and doesn't bring up the facility, only Endeavor and his crappy parenting. You don't know whether to be offended or not. No, this is a wish for good luck. Because if he did, you'd be in deep shit. So instead, you nod and say, “Good luck, Sleepyhead.”

  You walk away and head home, not paying any more attention to the man on the screen or even to the people who whisper the name, Dabi.  There’s no need for any comments or corrections. At this rate, you may see him again.

This thought occurred again when he decided to attempt suicide. It was painful to see that because you saw Sleepyhead still and not Dabi. You saw Touya, who ran away with you and the one who didn't tell anyone about the potato chips, and the one who spared you from his flames twice. You can't listen to the fear and cries of others anymore. You sit on the bench with your hands in your lap, holding the wish of good luck. It is his if he wants it. And with this oncoming explosion, he doesn't want it this time.

In the fortress of U.A, you can’t do anything but have him on your mind, and the question of if your wishes meant anything.

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Not too long after, you’re called to go to a special secured room. It’s one for the extremely injured patients or the dangerous. You knock first then open the door. Inside is a vault with a charred person inside. There is no one in the room but there were visitors before your arrival. You spot the vase with pretty blue flowers in it, a food tray with what looks like a single soba noodle lying in the trash, and a book on the table. 

  "Sleepyhead?" The machine beeps in response. In the doctor's notes, it says he is only able to speak for a few minutes a day. Since his family was here, those minutes are probably used up. 

You enter deeper into the room and stand in front of Sleepyhead. "I'm only here to get your vitals, I won't be long." Another beep. You check the machine then gently touch him. He cannot feel pain, but it is still considerate to be careful. His skin is completely charred, his fluffy hair is gone. He may not be able to physically feel pain, however, that doesn't mean he cannot feel the burden of it. The fact that he knows his condition is painful enough. 

After a few short minutes, a hoarse voice says, “Should’ve kept your wishes for yourself. They did me nothing.”

Sleepyhead's eyes follow you. “They were yours, nonetheless.”

There's a deep humorless chuckle. His voice sounds slurred almost. His tongue is probably burnt again. “You aren’t grossed out, dollface? Not even a little?”

You shake your head no. “I’ve seen worse,” You settle down on the chair that is to his left. “That one was you, by the way. When you first came in, you looked a lot like this but a little worse.” You hear a shuddered breath. “This is the most we’ve ever talked, ain’t it?”

“I think? When we were running, we might've talked more?” It's crazy how that is. You feel connected to him but have only spoken a few words to each other.

“(Y/n),” You don’t comment on how he remembers your name despite only telling him once. “I messed up, messed up badly. I’m dying.”

“Isn’t that how you wanted it?”

“Not now. Not when…everything is getting clearer.” You raise your brow. “Clearer?”

He takes a deep breath. "I hate him, that old bastard. But it cost me my life and siblings. Everything could’ve been different. There's still so much I hav-" He coughs. 

"Don't waste your energy, Sleepyhead."

  He sighs. "It feels good to talk about it," You nod, encouraging him to continue if he wants. Sleepyhead looks to the ceiling and continues. "His favorite food is soba, just like me. We have the same favorite color, too. Dollface, I messed up. I broke my family." You don’t know who exactly he’s talking about, but it isn’t Endeavor. Endeavor doesn’t look like the type to like soba.

  "That wasn't just you, Touya. You were just the biggest crack in the glass house." You write down his numbers. "Honestly, Sleepyhead, I think this was bound to happen. Your home was built on glass when it’s not supposed to be, I think."

"So positive." He wheezed. You look at him, not moving from your seat. "No one can change the past, it’s set in stone and the future is just bare pages. That is how I think of it at least.”

He listens. “You can’t rewrite history but you can learn from it. Bear that burden in your current and write the lessons on the future pages. Endeavor made his bed and will lie in it. You can too, if you want."

 After a few beeps, you speak. "I think it's evil of them to let you suffer though. You should die in peace. You got to say and do what you wanted." His eyes trail to you. "What would you like, Sleepyhead?"

"Bare pages."

"What if it ends up the same?" 

His chest rises and falls. Sleepyhead lifts one finger to you. "It was you, right, angel?" You nod. He was bound to piece it together. It's just unfortunate that he figured it out eleven years later. Sad that on death’s door he figured out who you were.

"Can I still wish you good luck?" He can no longer talk today, so he'll blink.

You get up and walk to him. "Then I will see you later, Sleepyhead." You kiss his nose, just as you did last time. He looks shocked at you then closes his eyes. You will see him again, just like before. However, you are sure to piece him together right this time. With every wish good luck to pump his heart and organs again, every stitch to his skin is more careful. You don't have pressure or evil behind you, breathing on your neck. 

  Now, you can take your time piecing Sleepyhead together and hopefully, it won't feel weird seeing his eyes open.

[loveslibrarywp]

Little Red

Aemond Targaryen x Stark!reader

Summary: After only wanting to take a simple stroll in the evening, you end up getting chased through the woods by a mysterious stranger..

Warnings: NSFW. Outdoor sex (she gets fucked behind a tree). Non con (at first). Breeding kink. Praising + degradation kink. Werewolf!Aemond. Reader is Helaena’s friend. Aemond lowkey obsessed with reader (Joe Goldberg type shi).

Requested by: @slytherincursebreaker

“I don’t know Helaena, I just want to be married and have children like you!” The young stark girl complained to her friend whom sat beside her on the loveseat. “My marriage is the least bit happy!” Helaena protested with a sigh as she continued to stitch onto her cloth.

“Some women have happy marriages, though I’m sorry yours isn’t..” she said as she placed a comforting hand on her friend’s shoulder. “It is alright, I find solitude in being alone anyway.” She said with a bright smile.

“Well, it is getting dark and I don’t want to talk your ear off, my dear friend. Shall we continue tomorrow?” She asked as she placed down her embroidered cloth on the seat. Helaena agreed as she went to tend to her children.

Y/N tied on her red coat and walked towards the exit of the castle, though she didn’t feel the eyes on her as she did so, nor had she felt them the entire day while with Helaena.

She made it to the entrance of the forest she adored taking long walks in. She loved nature and all of the animals she saw as she strolled through the path. Little did she know, something was following her as the sun came down and the moon hung in the sky.

The stars lit up the gravel path as she walked through the dark forest. She watched little squirrels run up the trees, fighting over the nuts they had collected from the day, she giggled at the small animals but she felt silent when she heard a twig snap behind her.

She whipped towards the sound to see nothing, just the dark abyss between the trees. She let out a deep breath she had been keeping in and decided to just keep walking.

With her foot in front of the other, she heard another stick snap under something foot. Her heartbeat began to pick up as well as her speed. She quickly walked through the trees and began to think if it was time to go home.

The sound of leaves crunching filled the quiet forest. She stopped in her tracks, “hello…?” She called out. Once she heard the sound again, she took off as fast as her feet could take her.

Another figure ran right after her, practically announcing that they were following her. Her heart was beating out of her chest from running and from fear.

Softly and low growls came from the figure chasing her. ‘What was it?’ She thought. She continued to run throw the thick trees of the forest. She looked back to see the figure but she only saw a dark cloak hiding the figures face and body.

Her hair and red cloak flew behind her in the wind as she sprinted. She was terrified for her life. What did this thing want from her? She panted and gasped for air.

She quickly turned and hid behind a nearby tree to maybe lose the creature. She quickly caught her breath and hid her body behind the big tree.

The forest was silent. Too silent. She felt a hand cup her mouth and grab her waist to pull her towards its body.

She screamed into its hand. It’s long claws caressed her cheek. She was then pressed up against the tree she was hiding behind.

The figure only looked down so she couldn’t see its face. Yet, it towered over her. “Please, let me go!” She shouted at the tall figure. She was shaking in fear, fear the she may not see the light of the day again.

“I’ll do anything! Please!” She pleaded. The figure finally spoke, “anything..?” It said with a masculine voice, one she had very well heard before. Tears painted her red cheeks, “please..”

The cloaked man took off his hood to reveal its face. Aemond. It was Aemond.

“Aemond? Why are you doing this? Let me go!” She cried out. Why would her best friend’s younger brother try to scare her like this? Was it a prank?

“I’m going to finally have my way with you, little one..” he growled into her ear as he grabbed her neck. “You said you’d do anything, right? So, just listen to me…it’s that simple, lovie.” A sly smirk was plastered on his face.

“Why? What are you going to do to me?” She asked as she shook in fear and confusion. His hand that wasn’t pressed up against her neck slid down her leg and up her white dress. His long fingers caressed her thigh and her hip as he slid into her undergarments, snapping them off her hips.

“I just wanna play with you, baby..” he whispered with a soft smile, she just stared at him in shock. The names he was calling her and the way he was touching her left her with a burning sensation in her belly and an ache in her cunt. She didn’t want to feel like this for him, not at this moment that is. Not when he was scaring her.

He dipped his fingers into her panties felt the growing arousal she had felt just moments ago. He laughed when his fingers felt the wetness of her cunt, “you like this, don’t you, little girl?”

“Tsk, tsk…sweet girl. What are we going to do with you?” He asked with false worry. She couldn’t draw her eyes away from his face no matter how bad she wanted too. She hated how attractive he looked in this moment.

She let out a small whimper as he flicked over her clit. Her noises made him smile, oh how sick he was. “Aemond, please…” she begged. She didn’t know what she was pleading for, multiple things maybe.

“Don’t worry, lovie. I’ll take good care of you.” He nipped at her neck and moved his hands down her body. He tugged her dress up and over her hips and lifted her off the ground.

She didn’t know what to do, she didn’t even know if she wanted this. He unlaced his breeches with one hand and pulled out his leaking cock. She didn’t know something so vulgar could be so pretty.

He swiftly pulled her panties the side and ran his tip through her slit. He tapped his tip against her swollen clip. She whimpered and whined at his actions, “please…” she begged.

“Please what?” He asked, he dragged his cock against her dripping cunt as he waited for her answer. “Fuck me, Aemond.” She pleaded.

He plunged his cock inside of her in one thrust. She almost fell over as she moaned before he held her up. His pace moved fast and uncontrolled, yet so good. The quiet forest was filled with her moans and whimpers and his low groans.

“What a little whore you are…getting fucked behind a tree, where anyone could stumble upon us..” he groaned in her ear. She could only respond with her whines.

He let out a low laugh at her little noises. They only fueled his desire and drive to fuck her stupid. He pounding into her, her back was hitting the tree but she could only focus on the pleasure the man was giving her.

“Oh fuck!” She gasped as he repeatedly hit that special spot inside of her, “that feel good? Fucking slut..” he said as his fingers moved towards her clit. He pressed lighting into the small button and rubbed little circles into it, earning him a loud moan.

“I heard you with Helaena today. You want a husband, lovie? I can be that for you. I can make every desire of yours come true.” He admitted, making her gasp as he continued to fuck her. “What that to happen? want me to be your husband?” She nodded against the tree even though she hadn’t completely comprehended what she was agreeing too, she was too fucked out to even think.

“I bet you do, sweet girl. I’ll give you anything you want.” He smiled as his thrust became short and scattered. He was reached his peak as was she. She clenched around his cock and her moans became even louder than they were before.

“-so close!” She shouted. He picked up his pace with his fingers, her peak came crashing over her. She came with a groan. Aemond fucked her through her orgasam as he approached his. “Gonna let me fuck a baby into, lovie?” He groaned at the thought of her pregnant with his child. “Yes! Please, Aemond! Let me carry your children!” She gasped.

He groaned as he came inside her at her words. All of his dreams were coming true at that moment, she was finally his.

“You’re mine now.”

[anonymous-dentist]

Part Nine of the Catboy in the Village AU

Part One | Part Eight

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Cellbit realizes that it's gotten bad when he finally gets permission to go to the castle's gardens and he feels the urge to cry upon seeing the sun. The sky is so blue that it hurts his eyes to look at. And the clouds?

Roier sighs contentedly and immediately faceplants onto the lawn, nuzzling his face against the grass. He's so embarrassing.

"You're embarrassing," Cellbit tells him, very matter-of-fact.

He settles next to Roier and pulls his upper half into his lap, anyway. Roier already has grass in his hair; Cellbit resists the urge to pick it out.

The guards escorting them stand at attention next to the door leading back into the castle. There is another set of guards at the far end of the garden on either side of a large wooden gate that presumably leads to the outside world.

Cellbit stares at the gate hungrily. So close...

Roier raises a hand and pinches Cellbit's cheek.

"You're embarrassing," he teases. "What did you say? 'Please let us outside, please, please, please, please'-"

Cellbit covers Roier's mouth with his hand. Roier keeps talking, anyway; his eyes crinkle up like he's smiling, and his shoulders shake with the effort of not laughing.

(Behind them, grass crunches.

Ah, Cellbit thinks. The little spy is finally back.)

"Cállate," Cellbit huffs, mispronouncing the word just to finally make Roier laugh. And he succeeds!

Roier explodes into giggles, rolling onto his side and hiding his face in Cellbit's stomach and wrapping his arms around Cellbit's middle and squeezing lightly.

Cellbit's heart flutters. He feels like he's on the moon. Roier's laughter sounds like what an angel's must sound like, it's just so heavenly.

Smiling, Cellbit flops backwards, pulling Roier with him. He makes sure his hat doesn't fall off with one hand; his free hand grips the back of Roier's tunic loosely.

Roier resettles so that he's laying entirely on top of Cellbit- still hiding his face, but not uncomfortably diagonal. His legs tangle with Cellbit's, and his smile burns through the thick cloth of Cellbit's shirt.

Cellbit stares directly at the sun. His eyes water, but those might be tears of another kind.

Once a week, he and Roier and the kids would make the trip to the Águila Kingdom's palace for a playdate with Leonarda. The palace gardens are massive: there are acres of trees of every kind, beds of flowers from every corner of the world, a life-size pirate ship on a pond for Leo to play pretend on with her fathers, a literal zoo filled with every animal the princess could ever imagine, and more that Cellbit hasn't gotten to see yet but that Roier assures him is real. Like the greenhouse filled with every medicinal herb that has ever been discovered, and a thick bed of roses.

While the kids played, Cellbit and Roier would sit somewhere and let the guards keep watch. Sometimes Jaiden would sit with them. Sometimes it would be Etoiles. Foolish, usually, though he always left the second he heard his daughter call for him.

The Gato Kingdom's garden doesn't seem to be a thing like the Águila Kingdom's. It's just the one spot of land, for one thing. There are a few trees and some empty flowerbeds, but that's it. The grass is green, but it's thin, and Cellbit can feel the dirt under him.

It's... small. Clearly neglected.

I could fix it, Cellbit idly thinks. And then he mentally rolls his eyes. Yeah, right. As if he'd be allowed to, "lost prince" or not. He's still a prisoner; he had to resort to literal begging to get the guards to escort him and Roier out. It's the same yard time that Cellbit was given back in prison, just with fewer prisoners.

Besides. Why should Cellbit care what the garden looks like? It's none of his business.

...Still. Pepito would like it. He likes anything, really, but he especially likes open spaces that don't have things for him to trip over. Richarlyson would hate it, but he hates everything that his sibling likes. That's just how he works.

After adjusting his hat one final time, Cellbit shifts that hand down to caress the back of Roier's head; Roier hums, quieting down with his laughter.

He must be thinking about the same thing as Cellbit, because he quietly asks, "I wonder if they have a graveyard here, too."

Cellbit winces. "They aren't dead."

"Maybe. Probably not."

"Roier..."

"But! If there is a cemetery here, wouldn't the prince be in it? Just dig the body up, prove there is a body, then we can go. Easy!"

Roier props his head up on Cellbit's chest, looking at him with bright, teary eyes. He's smiling, but only because he thinks that it'll keep Cellbit from worrying.

Cellbit sighs. His hand travels from the back of Roier's head to his cheek, cupping it; he wipes a tear from under Roier's eye with his thumb.

"If they were dead, we would have heard about it by now," he assures Roier, voice low; the guards don't need to hear any of this, it isn't any of their business.

(The grass beside him shifts.

Cellbit, caught up in his husband's sad little face, doesn't care to think about it.)

"Unless they ran away and died," Roier argues. "They're shitty kids, they'd do it."

"Be nice. They're perfect."

"Perfectly dead."

"Roier."

"Gatinho."

Cellbit opens his mouth, about to argue, when the grass next to the two of them crunches just a bit too obviously.

In a heartbeat, Roier is ready for battle. He's pushing Cellbit to the side and lunging for the invisible spy before Cellbit can say anything.

There's a screech, and then the invisibility potion wears off to reveal Princess Empanada kicking at Roier and clutching her little notebook to her chest.

The guards by the door immediately rush into action, tackling Roier to the side and pinning him to the ground.

And then Cellbit is immediately rushing into action, pushing himself to his knees and lunging for the guards with bared teeth.

The fight lasts for approximately five seconds before the princess stands and shouts, "Everybody, stop it!"

Everybody stops it. The guards look up at the princess reverently. Roier looks at the princess confusedly. Cellbit looks at Roier concernedly.

The princess' notebook has been abandoned to the grass, and her hands are over her ears, pinning them to her head. She looks positively overwhemled, and Cellbit's heart breaks just a little for her (he definitely understands the feeling.)

Grumbling, Roier pushes the guards off of him with ease. Gods, he's strong...

"How dare you attack the prince's husband?" he snaps. "Imagine what the queen will say!"

The guards cower before him.

Cellbit just rolls his eyes. What a drama queen...

While Roier and the guards argue, Cellbit stands and brushes the grass off of him. He spits at the nearest guard's feet, sneers at them, scoops his hat off of the ground where it had fallen and firmly pulls it down over his ears.

Then, he walks around the guards and Roier and bends down to pick the princess' notebook up. He holds it out to her, not making eye contact.

"Thank you," she mutters.

She takes the notebook and tucks it under her arm.

"Let me guess, you made a potion that can last longer, but you made it so that it wears off as soon as someone touches you," Cellbit says.

He clicks his tongue and shakes his head. "Rookie mistake. What is the healer teaching you?"

He yelps as the princess smacks him with her notebook hard.

"She's the best alchemist ever!" she huffs. "You're just a bully."

And then she yelps as Roier, suddenly, swoops in and picks her up and dangles her above the ground by the armpits.

"He is a bully!" Roier agrees. "And you are an eavesdropper! What, isn't there anyone else you can get your chisme from?"

The princess squirms angrily.

Notably, the guards have vanished. Cellbit can't see them anywhere.

"Guapito," he mildly asks, "where did the guards go?"

Roier shrugs. "Who knows? All I did was threaten to get them fired for trying to kill us. Maybe they fell over and died and the demon ate them."

The princess freezes briefly before resuming her petulant wiggling.

Cellbit nods. "Makes sense."

He leans in towards the princess and whispers, "Remember when I told you about the half-spider who followed me around?"

She nods.

"Well, this is him. So it's best to behave."

Her eyes widen. She stops fighting, but she still looks pretty pissed.

Humming, Roier turns the princess around and raises his arms until he can look the her in the eyes.

She sticks her tongue out at him.

He sticks his tongue out back.

Then, he looks at Cellbit and asks, "Do you think they have mail here?"

The princess scoffs, "Of course we have mail. The war was forever ago. Mamãe fixed the mail immediately."

Roier quirks an eyebrow at Cellbit. Cellbit gestures towards the princess' cat ears with his eyes. Roier's own eyes widen in realization, and he nods and mouths, "Right."

"Well, your highness, we need you to send a letter for us," Roier says. "I'll use your little note-thing, and then you send the letter, and then we're even."

He glances at Cellbit before continuing, "I mean, this guy is the prince. He's your uncle! We just want to know if your cousins are okay. Then we'll leave you alone, and you'll leave us alone, and we can pretend that we never saw each other. Deal?"

The princess bites her lip and looks away. "Mamãe says that you aren't supposed to know that I'm here."

Cellbit nods sympathetically. "And she won't know that we know, because you're going to help us, and then we won't see each other ever again. Nobody has to get in trouble."

Does he feel bad about blackmailing a child? A little, he's never liked hurting kids, especially now that he has his own children.

But if it'll make Roier feel better, Cellbit will do anything. He'll kill everyone in this gods damned castle if it means getting Roier back home to their children. Blackmail is nothing.

Eventually, the princess nods.

Grinning, Roier puts her down on the ground. He accepts the notebook when it's offered, and he starts to write.

(A shiver runs down Cellbit's spine. Why, all of a sudden, does he feel like he's being watched?)

[sunecito]

Regressuary Day 2: Hand in Hand 🐍🔥

(Art by @/Sweetiedraws on Twitter/X)

Prompt: Character A’s nighttime routine (Changed by me).

Characters: Obanai Iguro (Regressor) & Kyoujuro Rengoku (Caregiver?)

WARNINGS: Spoilers for Obanai’s backstory, dark/traumatic themes, mentions/images of past trauma.

(Sorry I’m so behind, I’m on a family trip and barely had any time to write. But just to lyk I will be finishing the list!! Anyway, here we go!!)

As the sun sets upon the Rengoku estate Obanai watches as the brightly colored flowers tuck away into the night, fulfilling their duties for the day and surrendering to the moon’s grace.

The pattern was different yet all the same; house lights being turned off, candles blown off, animals burrowing into their dens or nests with their families after a long day of searching for food. Such is the cycle of life; live to survive, survive to live. It was a cycle of on and off battles for survival. Simple really.

“O-Obanai-san… You’ve been staring at those flowers for half an hour now…?”

Oh crap.

He turned his head to the youngest Rengoku descendant, Senjuro, who was checking up on him before he went for bed as he always did when the Serpent Hashira spent the night. Obanai sighed, pouting behind his bandages. He would’ve thought that after all these years, Senjuro would’ve dropped the formalities and simply called him by his first name by now… They’re basically brothers…

“Ahem… Apologies, Senjuro. Also, drop the formal title, I’ve told you already that you can call me by my first name.” Obanai spoke, voice breathy almost like a soft hiss. Senjuro smiled. “Are you heading to bed?”

“Yes! Well… Kyoujuro promised me he’d train with me tomorrow so I want to have as much energy as I can!” Senjuro beamed, hands held in fists. Despite his enthusiasm’s similarities with that Kamado boy’s, he never hated Senjuro’s positivity, not once.

Obanai stood up from where he sat on the porch, walking over to the kid and patting him on the head, the faintest of smiles hidden behind his mask. “Good, it’s always important to keep up with your training, I’m glad you’re taking it seriously.”

Senjuro, while blushing, nodded with determination. From the corner, came his much taller older brother, Kyoujuro, who was standing there for a few minutes watching the interaction before Obanai noticed. Obanai retracted his hand and cleaned his throat.

“H-how long have you been watching us?”

“Not long enough, hahah!” Kyoujuro laughed with his usual smile, contagiously bright. He walked over to the pair, now ruffling Senjuro’s hair himself with his big, battered hands. “I always knew you were a softie, Obi! Alright then, Kiddo. I won’t be holding back tomorrow, so be ready and get plenty of sleep!”

“R-right! Goodnight, Nii-san, Obanai.” Senjuro bowed politely as he returned to his room, his socked footsteps fading as he closed the door. Obanai sighed, looking over at Kyoujuro, who still bore a radiant smile on his face.

“What are you smiling for?”

“Oh nothing! Is it so bad to smile when one’s joyous?” Obanai said nothing, simply pouting as Kyoujuro redirected him to their rooms. As kids, they shared a room until Obanai became a demon slayer, but Kyoujuro always kept an extra futon in his room for when his adoptive brother came over.

Kyoujuro slid the door closed as Obanai began to undo the light blue happi he wore above his dark blue clothing. As soon as the sleeves ran down his arms, he was tackled to the soft cushion on the futon by Kyoujuro.

“Wha!?-“

“It’s night-night time, Snakelet!”

Wait, how did he-?

Kyoujuro always had some strange sixth sense when it came to his family, and wether or not it was endearing or creepy, it was nonetheless helpful. Right now though was not the time when Obanai wanted to regress, how did Kyoujuro know he was regressing before he himself knew!?- Whatever. Just pretend to be big and sleep it off, Mitsuri is coming over tomorrow to the Rengoku estate, and he has so help Senjuro train-

“Come on, did you think you could hide this from me? I’m more keen than you might think, Obi!” Kyoujuro chuckled, pulling both of them up, leaving Obanai to sit there winded as he went to grab some jinbei pajamas for the two.

Kaburamaru slithered up to his head, resting itself on Obanai’s (now) messy hair. Obanai didn’t know what to do now, give up? There was no fighting Kyoujuro when he got like this, afterall…

“Cmon, Obi! Let’s go take a bath, okay? I can wash your hair!” Kyoujuro snapped him out of his thoughts, rattling a small wooden rattle infront of Obanai to catch his attention. It worked, to say the least, but he took it back before Obanai could grab it. “Bath.”

Obanai pouted, but nonetheless obliged to Kyoujuro’s authorative tone and stood up (with the taller man’s help), leaving Kaburamaru on the futon with mumbled instructions for him to stay there until they got back. Afterall, Kaburamaru doesn’t like baths.

Neither does Obanai.

When they got to the bath, Kyoujuro wasted no time getting their clothes off properly, wrapping a tower around his own waist as he led Obanai to the bath, setting up warm water.

The water’s reflection glared at Obanai like a sword to the neck. The bathhouse itself was moist and hot already without any water, but even with sweat dripping down his neck, his hands shook at the thought of removing his facial bandages.

The Rengoku estate was the one place where he felt like he was validated, even after Ruka-san passed away and Shinjuro-san began drinking. Afterall, Shinjuro was the one who saved him from- from his “family”, he was the one who freed him. He’d gotten the best healers to treat his wounds as best as they could, and his son, Kyoujuro, would hold his hand during the days it would get infected and he’d be bedridden with fever. Despite all that, Obanai hated showing his face.

No. He didn’t hate showing his face, he simply hated his face.

Even still, Kyoujuro, with his oversized hands all scarred and battered with training, gently tugged at the bandages around his neck and jawline, slipping them off in one long strand still it sat like a long pearl serpent in his hands. Obanai felt the air against his exposed skin. It was his least favorite feeling.

Kyoujuro held his hand in his. Despite being a year older, Obanai was always smaller than the Flame Hashira in most ways, but now, they felt like they stood the same.

It wasn’t long that they stayed in the bathhouse. Kyoujuro slowly washing off his body and washing his hair, careful not to tug at his sensitive scalp all while Obanai listened to the stories Kyoujuro told; “Today I rescued a family of ducks near a river! The mother duck was about to fall in and drift away, but I safely got her and her ducklings across!” Obanai couldn’t help but laugh, Kyoujuro always knew how to make him smile, little or not.

Finally, when they were both dried up and dressed back in their rooms, Obanai’s hair in a ponytail and Kyoujuro’s firely locks wrapped neatly in a towel, l the flame haired male grabbed a container of medicinal cream and scooped some up with two fingers. Obanai whined, shrinking into himself as Kaburamaru, draped over his shoulders, wrapped himself protectively around the Hashira.

“Oh, c’mon, Obi… We’ve been through this. Y’know you have to…” Kyoujuro’s voice was gentle, taking Obanai’s thumb from his mouth once he began to nibble on it unconsciously. “You always get itchy during warm nights… Senjuro made this because he knew you were coming.”

“N-no.” Obanai hissed, shielding his face with his hands. “No- Don’ touch me…” His words slurred.

Hands on his face… A blade on his face-

“Obi…”

His hair tied back, arms behind his back, exposed to the large shadow before him-

“N-no…!”

“Obanai!” Warm hands gripped at his, and heterochromatic eyes met sunset palette ones. A pair of eyes that had no intent on hurting him. Kyoujuro’s eyes. “I know you don’t like being touched on you face, Snakelet… But please? Can you try for me? I’ll hold you hand, it’ll be quick.”

Right… It was just medicinal cream, not a blade… It would prevent swelling and irritatio!, it wouldn’t hurt him… Especially when his brother was there.

“…M’kay…”

Kyoujuro smiled, slowly placing the cream around Obanai’s long scars. The cream was cold upon contact, but it was smooth against his dry skin. Kyoujuro moved swiftly and gently, softly praising Obanai for his patience as he slowly traced his more sensitive spots. Obanai shivered, but didn’t flinch, he only squeezed the flame haired man’s hand.

The eldest Rengoku son was always rather odd to one’s eyes, weird even, and if you asked the same thing to Obanai fifteen years ago, hed probably agree. Afterall, he was always smiling. Even when Obanai was locked in a caged filled with rotting bentos and an empty stomach for days, his sisters and aunts would always plaster a smile and offer him food like nothing was wrong. Obanai thought Kyoujuro was the same, a simple minded kid who had lived a privileged life and who didn’t know the extent of Obanai’s suffering back then, but that couldn’t be far from the truth. Unlike his mothers, aunts, cousins and sisters, Kyoujuro smiled knowing he was doing something good for Obanai. His smiles didn’t mean “eat this! It’ll make you more appealing!” or “your eyes are just so beautiful, Obanai!”. Instead, they meant “eat this! Father said you gotta eat lots to be strong!” and “your eyes are so cool, Obanai!”.

There was a reason why Kyoujuro was the first person Obanai confied to about his regression. Kyoujuro was the big brother he never had.

By now, the taller man had passed the wooden rattle to the smaller man, who shook it lightly, making satisfying noises as the wooden beads inside bounced against the walls of the rattle. A handmade gift from Kyoujuro, when he was forced into practicing wood carving by Mitsuri (she carved a heart on it. It was a sweet gesture from her).

Kyoujuro made a final noise of satisfaction when he pulled back. That’s when Obanai noticed that the skin that was usually hidden underneath scratchy bandages was now smooth and cool against the breeze. Kyoujuro also proceeded to grab his soother and blow off the candles that were dimly lighting the room.

Obanai placed the soother in his mouth, mumbling a small thanks as Kyoujuro tucked him into his futon.

“Don’t mention it, Baby Brother! I’ll always be here to take care of you!” Kyoujuro laughed it off, passing him his rattle and using an extra blanket to form a nest for Kaburamaru right next to Obanai’s head. Despite being the younger one between the two, Kyoujuro always felt like he was the elder one, the one that had to protect his younger brothers. It was pretty obvious since day one that Kyoujuro was going to take that caretaker role, but it was one of the many things that made Kyoujuro so different from other people Obanai knew.

Kyoujuro, now with his damp hair slipped out of the towel, nuzzled himself into the futon next to Obanai’s, chuckling a little as he felt the other’s smaller hands grasp his. Just like they were kids.

“Promise Bubba that you’ll wake me up if you have any bad dreams?” Kyoujuro asked, voice soft when he notice Obanai’s eyes slipping shut. Obanai saw that cheeky smile, Obanai wasn’t fully blind, and yet he didn’t make any re marks about the petname Kyoujuro gave himself. His body was melting into a soft warmth, feeling Kyoujuro’s hand go slack with his as they both fell into slumber.

Later, Obanai would wake up that morning with his soother in his mouth and his hand still holding his brother’s. But right now, he was peacefully resting beside his brother, their heads just barely touching eachother as they rested side by side. A brotherly bond; protection and to be protected.

Hand in his brother’s hand, Obanai slept without any disturbances that night.

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Why I M O, Pokeshipping is dead. ( kinda hot take, sorry pokeshippers. )

So, pokeshipping. The very 1st ship in the Pokemon anime’s history. I personally am not a fan of it, I did watch the original anime, and I personally don’t like misty’s character. It was off putting to me.

Now as to what your here for, what killed pokeshipping. There are 3 main contributors to the death of pokeshipping.

1.) The length of time from when misty was replaced to now,

2.) Serena and Amourshipping

3.) The Pokémon sun and moon anime

The length of time from when misty was replaced to now.

Now while this might not have been much of an issue if the other 2 bullet points didn’t exist, it has been over a decade at this point, since we last saw misty, meaning that we have a severe lack in character development, and that gives time for other potentially better ships to be created, which leads me to my next point

Serena and Amourshipping.

Possibly one of the biggest ships right now, (which at this point isn’t going to fizzle out anytime soon. ) With Amourshipping going so far, as to introduce a major plot point in ash’s story by having Serena be his childhood acquaintance, many other points that multiple poketubers like Catch ‘Em All Saul, bring up in their videos from years past, to the kiss, and even the writers basically confirming the darn thing

Amourshipping Confirmed?

So at this point, ( unless they throw all that away, which please. Don’t. ) there is next to no hope of pokeshipping to ever become cannon, which is only further proven by my last point,

The Pokémon sun and moon anime.

Now, this is honestly the iceberg that sank the ship, because Brock and Misty returned twice in the Sun and Moon anime, which I’m pretty sure was for let’s go promotion. Now this is where all hope is lost for pokeshipping because even though they returned twice, Misty had literally zero emotional moments with ash whatsoever. No pokeshipping pandering, no flashbacks, nothing. Here’s another video explaining that further

They did Misty DIRTY!

Now while the only good thing to come out of the re-return episodes was Brock possibly finally finding a girlfriend,

Brock x Olivia

This was the point of no return for Misty and pokeshipping in general. Misty, even though she returned twice, in the most recent anime, had literally no development, and nothing to show how she grew as a character since her absence, her return seems pointless and devoid of substance, and with another ship still gaining popularity at an exponential rate, I’m sorry Serge and all you genwunners, but it's time to pay your respects and move on.

RIP pokeshipping

1997-2023

https://x.com/GearUniverse/status/1732682994148688105

https://x.com/dbzebra2/status/1882231337417114071

Also to rub some salt on your wounds, all your stupid genwunner stories are 🤮🤮💩💩

"Ash, why is the flower bent?"

The words had meant to be more questioning than accusatory, but the combination of a 45-degree angle stem and petals that resembled blasted firecrackers that had been filled with too much gunpowder was cause for...concern for Misty.

"What's wrong, you said you wanted a flower."

"Not if it's practically ruined!"

Ash thrust a dirt-covered finger towards the cliff he'd obtained the flower from. "I couldn't help it! Trying to climb down that cliff wasn't easy, you know!"

"Then why didn't you just send one of your Pokémon to do it?"

At this a small flush bloomed underneath the patches of dust on his cheeks. "Well, I wanted to be the one to pick it for you."

Softened eyes and a skipped heartbeat came together and Misty felt something lodge in her throat. She glanced back over to the cliff, barely able to make out the small bunch of flowers that Ash had nabbed his from. It swayed softly in the breeze, decidedly devoid of any weird angles on their stems.

She smiled before turning back to Ash. She reached forward to take the flower in her hand, stopping to savor the way her fingertips grazed his.

"Well, I guess it doesn't have to be perfect. Thanks, Ash."

His lips contorted into a wobbled grin, softly scratching his cheek. "I'll get you a perfect one soon. You might have to wait a while, though."

Misty practically etched his promise into her brain, the joy enough to compel her to lean forward and plant a soft kiss on his cheek. His eyes went wide, an undecipherable noise eking out from his throat. Misty grinned, turning back towards the campsite where the others were surely waiting. "When I get that perfect flower, maybe I'll kiss you for real. You might have to wait a while, though."

In all honesty, she shouldn't have been surprised when her words sent Ash sprinting back towards the cliff, loudly proclaiming that the next one would be "even prettier than her." She hadn't bothered to try stopping him; Ash "Headstrong" Ketchum would hardly be deterred. She watched him once again scale the cliffside, holding the bent flower in her hands.

Truth be told, it was already perfect.