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hemlock-dreams · 2 months ago

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Horny brain! Activate!

Just wanted to write a scene of Spidey finally getting to indulge his colossal oral fixation. Wade volunteers as tribute! So here: 4k words of pure filth.

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Wade's back hits the wall. He's out of breath, body thrumming from the adrenaline, pulse a hummingbird beat against his chest.

Spiderman has him caged against the rooftop access, an inky blot in the darkness, an electric shadow pressed up against Wade. Their masks are halfway up, and Spidey's tongue is halfway down Wade's throat.

Spidey drops his head to the crook of Wade's neck, leaving a series of sucking kisses that make Wade ache in the suit. "I win," he says, smug as shit, but Wade can't fault him for it.

It was a good fucking chase and an even better fucking fight. He just wishes he could keep the bruises.

"Yeah, you did," Wade pants, grinding against Spidey's dense body. It's amazing, a perfect end to the night, except Wade's not ready for it to be over. "Where I come from, winners get a prize." He says, hoping it doesn't come out too desperate. Or maybe just the right amount of desperate.

Who the winner is in this situation is really up for interpretation, but Wade wants to think they can both get what they want.

Clearly, they're on the same wavelength because Spidey grabs the tail end of the thought and runs with it. "I've got some ideas…"

The dark, masculine purr of Spidey's voice makes Wade want to lick into his mouth, so he does, groaning when Spidey lets him have it. It feels so unbelievably good to let himself want without compunction, to take what's on offer without having to break off pieces of himself to pay for it.

It has the strange side effect of making Wade unusually generous. Borderline pliant—especially when it comes to his favorite spider.

"Oh, yeah?" Wade asks. His vision is already starting to sparkle, body twitching under Spidey's hands from the venom. Wandering hands inevitably end up on Spidey's magnificent ass, squeezing hard, knowing he can take it. "You know what they say. Sharing is caring."

A hand comes up between Wade's legs, palming the erection that's been there ever since Spidey tackled him across a fire escape three blocks ago. He's not gentle, either. Wade pushes up into it, shuddering when the pressure doesn't let up.

Fuck it's good. But he's more interested in what's Spidey's got cooking.

"Here's what's going to happen," Spidey starts casually, cool as a cucumber. Wade's heartbeat picks up immediately. Spidey always has spectacular plans, especially when they involve Wade. "I'm going to get on my knees, and you're going to fuck my mouth. My prize, is going to be swallowing you down— as many times as you can take it."

The words hit Wade like a nuclear fucking blast, evaporating all the air in his lungs. He doesn't even pretend to think about it; just shoves his hands between their bodies and starts yanking at his suit like it's offended the honor of his house and name.

“I haven’t done this before,” Spidey’s voice is thick with anticipation, and the way he watches Wade unbuckle his suit, licking his lips like there’s a five-course meal waiting in Wade’s pants makes his hands shake. “But I��ve thought about it. A lot.”

His mouth brushes under the edge of Wade’s mask as he confesses, licking the seam of the merc’s lips before continuing down his chin.

“Tell me,” Wade grunts, fingers clumsy as he tries to get his fucking zipper to cooperate- difficult when Spidey’s fangs scrape over the sensitive skin of his jaw, little pinpricks of pain and pixie magic that make his trapped cock scream in the suit.

“Been thinking about how it would feel on my tongue,” Spidey indulges, panting wetly against Wade’s neck. “Thought about holding you down and stretching my throat around you, wanna swallow till I’m sore-”

Wade tears the zipper clean off with an unhinged sound. Spidey huffs a laugh, something about being impatient, but he's far past caring. Fuck patience. Fuck the suit. Everything between him and Spidey’s ravenous fucking mouth needs to fucking disappear.

It takes a few drugged, desperate seconds to summon the coordination, but Wade finally manages to pull out his dick, hissing in relief as he palms the throbbing length of it. He’s already painfully hard from the chase. The thrill of being so thoroughly roughed up has him leaking against the blood-slick leather of his glove where he twists it around the head.

Spidey bats it away with a low, possessive growl that makes Wade forget to register the tired knee-jerk stab of shame about his scarring. All attention is devoted to the sight of Spidey sinking to his knees with inhuman, predatory grace, and the heavy curl of his hands around Wade’s hips, coupled with the sharp glint of his venom-streaked fangs, has his dick jumping like he’s been electrocuted.

Fuck, fuck— Spidey hasn’t even done anything, and Wade's on the verge of begging.

“C’mon, Fangs,” he pleads because shame is on vacation right now, fisting the edges of Spidey’s suit and spreading his legs as far as the leather will allow. He tries to flex his hips, but it’s no use. Spiderman is carved from marble, his hands immovable from where he’s anchored Wade.

There’s barely two inches between Spidey’s mouth and his dick, but it might as well be a fucking mile. He glances up at Wade, and his smile is hungry and a little manic, tongue pink and lurid as he swipes it across his fangs.

“I’ll probably hurt you,” he whispers.

Wade’s brain rattles in his head. “Promise?” He begs, breathless because just the thought of it has him panting like a bitch.

That was apparently the right thing to say because Spidey laughs and gets with the fucking program.

It’s been a while since Wade’s been on his knees for anyone. Even longer since he’s been on the receiving end, but given Spidey’s hungry enthusiasm, Wade expected to be halfway down the man’s throat by now.

But predicting Spiderman is an exercise in futility because instead of going to town or doing any of the normal things people do when presented with a cock, he bypasses it to press his face to the base of the shaft, inhaling through his teeth in heaving gulps.

Oh, that’s right.

It's been mentioned once or twice, how Spidey can taste Wade on the air, that their constant proximity means he can parse the merc’s flavor apart from the rest of the ambient soup of the world.

Wade doesn’t know what that really means, but he doesn’t care because Spidey rolls his face against Wade’s skin, breathing deeply, fingers convulsing around the merc’s hips in fits.

It’s both blisteringly hot and strangely chaste— like Spidey is feeling Wade because he’s pleasing to touch, using his body to satisfy all the little urges he’s had to keep tucked away, just because Wade makes him feel good in some bone-deep way.

The feeling unfurls, rolling outwards till his legs are trembling. His hands scrabble against Spidey because his grip is the only thing keeping Wade from freefalling.

“Jesus, Slick,” Wade pants, trying to swallow around the sudden lump his throat, “You’re gonna fucking kill me, come on.”

“Pot. Kettle.” Spidey breathes, in time with Wade’s spiking pulse, “You’ve been driving me crazy. The way you fucking taste, you have no idea-”

Wade really doesn’t. He’s extremely fuzzy on what keeps Spidey here, but he’s not dumb enough to call his bluff, not when his gorgeous hunter leans back and rolls his tongue over the head of Wade’s weeping dick, groaning like the merc is doing him a favor.

The first real touch of his tongue has both of them shivering, and Spidey suddenly descends on Wade like a man starved. He works his lips over the head of his dick like it’s the world’s most delicious lollipop, leaving tingling iridescent trails in his wake as he kisses down the shaft.

Wade is transfixed at the sight, pulse rabbiting as Spidey traces over the scars with his tongue, dipping into the grooves like he’s trying to ingrain them into his memory by mouthfeel alone.

It’s the hottest fucking thing Wade’s ever seen. In fact, he wishes he could permanently pluck out his own eyes to make sure it’s the last thing he ever sees. Then again, maybe it's good he can't because there’s no way he’s missing the sight of Spidey chasing a drop of precum like it’s vital to his survival.

“You taste so pretty,” Spiderman slurs like he can read Wade’s mind, or maybe taste it on his tongue— punctuating the statement with a debauched kiss to the leaking tip. “So fucking perfect, wanna keep you here forever.”

The praise goes straight to Wade’s head, hips jerking uselessly against Spidey’s iron grip. “You can,” he sounds pathetic. “As long as you want, all yours.” And he is, fuck, he is— for as long as long as Spiderman can stand him.

“Yeah?” A pink-slick tongue laves the underside of the head, tracing the throbbing vein there. Wade’s vision crackles; it’s so intense, “Whenever I want?” There’s something deeply satisfying in the way his fingers dig into Wade’s hip, ten sweet points of bruising pain that makes his dick weep.

“Yeah. Anytime, anywhere,” Wade promises fervently, sounding like the lovelorn maiden he is. He’ll let Spidey blame it on the venom.

That gets him a crooked grin, pleased. Spidey purses his lips around the head of Wade’s cock, content to linger, pressing torturous little licks into his slit.

Now, Wade is a well-known masochist, but apparently, he’s got a limit. “C’mon, Fangs,” he moans, twitching against Spidey’s mouth, heart jumping when the head of his cock hitches one venom-slicked lip high enough to see teeth, “Let me in.”

That earns him a heartfelt groan and a shiver.

“I want, but-” Spidey hisses, rubbing his lips against scarred skin. Lips draw back in a facsimile of a snarl.

Wade pulls at Spidey’s shoulders, impatient, “Your teeth? Trust me, baby, it's all I've been thinking about. I want it.” Wade’s cock is literally jumping at the sight. Want doesn’t even begin to describe it.

Wade needs it; needs to see that pretty needle-lined mouth wrapped around his cock before he wakes up behind whatever dumpster he’s offloaded his body.

Spidey stares at him, breath coming out in harsh gasps.

"Please," Wade begs, and it must be convincing because Spidey twitches forward in an aborted movement.

“Show me,” Spiderman says, then shakes his head, sounding unhinged, borderline feral. “No…Make me.”

The demand practically creaks under years of habits born in response to having fangs that don’t retract.

Jesus, he really hasn't done this before, has he?

The thought of being the first person to sink into Spiderman’s virgin fucking mouth drives him crazy. Wade isn’t delusional enough to believe he’ll be the last but fuck, he wants to make it so good that Spidey keeps coming back-

He remembers to tear his gloves off before fisting one hand into the back of Spidey’s mask, tugging hard, forcing the man’s head back until his neck is a pale, elegant line in the dark.

His gorgeous little spider doesn't even flinch; he just leans into the pain like it's a gift. The explicit show of trust sends all voices roaring, and the intensity of Wade's desire takes him by surprise. Violence, lust, love, all the lines blur until Wade can't tell the difference between wanting to fuck Spidey or kill him— whatever it takes to permanently mark him as Wade's.

Spidey chooses that moment to swallow, knowing that Wade's eyes follow the motion like a man possessed. Fucking tease. Wade's going to ruin him.

“Poor itsy bitsy spider,” Wade's voice is a velvet growl as he settles his other hand around Spidey’s jaw, reveling in how the simple touch makes him shiver. Has anyone else ever reacted like that to Wade? “Spent your entire life with that hungry mouth muzzled, huh?”

Wade doesn't wait for Spidey to confirm. He can already imagine the man's civilian life, a sad snapshot of carefully regulated emotions filled with close-lipped smiles and pursed grins. A real fucking shame because Wade recognizes a repressed slut when he sees one. Something, something birds of a feather.

“Don't worry, baby,” He slides his cock up and over Spidey's mouth, watching the wallcrawler jerk and pant as he spreads all that shiny venom over his cheeks, pushing up against the edge of his mask, “I'm going to pry you open just to see how soft you are inside.”

Spidey grits out a wounded noise, jaw hard enough to chew through gravel. He’s drooling through clamped teeth, venom, and spit trailing down his chin in rivulets. He wants it, bad, and Wade wants to give it to him.

Spidey just needs a little coaxing, and the challenge of it, combined with Wade's frayed impatience, makes his touches mean.

“Thought you wanted this?” Wade cruelly squeezes his fingers deep into the bone, right where the hinge is, just to watch Spidey flinch and take it. “Don’t tell me you chased me through the city just to pass on your prize?”

He presses his cock against Spidey’s closed mouth, pushing past his lips to rub against his teeth and catch against his swollen gums, right up against the sensitive glands.

It must feel intense because Spidey shakes and whines, muscles spasming under Wade's fingers as he struggles to fight years of conditioning.

“Was it all talk?” He taunts, pulling back just enough to watch Spidey fight his grip to chase him. “Is it too much for you? Maybe I should put it away-”

It’s a bluff because Wade is fucking desperate, but Spidey’s jaw flexes in response, loosening just enough to unleash a furious growl.

“No?” Wade pretends to think about it long enough for Spidey’s grip to turn dangerous. Wade's hips might be splinters by the end, but that’s just icing on the cake. “You want it?”

“Yes,” Spidey chokes out, and Wade gives him a brutal little shake,

“Then, open up.” His voice is all malice, the way it gets when Wade's face to face with a target he’s looking particularly forward to taking his time with. “Let me break you in.”

That does it. A full-body tremor rolls up Spidey’s entire frame, and slowly, very slowly, his jaw begins to relax.

What a perfect, fucking freak.

Immediately, Wade pushes his fingers into the soft hollows of Spidey’s cheeks, forcing his jaw wider, crooning in pleasure as he watches bruises bloom under pressure. “That’s it, Slick. Open up those pearly gates, lemme see what heaven looks like.”

The fangs really are pretty- long and graceful, and absolutely drenched, gums swollen around the base of his canines— hypersensitive, if the way Spidey is twitching is any indication. His mouth is plush and bright pink, a salivating mess when Wade jerks his head up for a better look.

His cock throbs at the sight, and Wade reached his limit about two paragraphs into this whole thing, so he starts pushing, dragging the leaking tip past Spidey’s criminally soft lips.

“Fuck,” he breathes, hand shaking around Spidey’s jaw. “Fuck, baby, you feel so good. Wider, that’s it, yeah-“

Spidey makes a garbled, incoherent noise that makes Wade want to slam in. His spider is breathing hard and fast, hands tight across the merc's hips; Wade has to fight for every goddamn inch, earn every shallow, torturous slide into that glorious mouth.

The wet, needy sound that accompanies every slide is addicting.

“That’s it, baby, keep that mouth nice and loose for me. Let me give it to you, fuck-” he’s working his hips in little jerks, just dragging the head across Spidey’s drooling mouth, fighting not to come before he's given Spidey his damn prize.

Wade goes deeper each time, teasing both of them when he pulls out and dips back in, little thrusts that have Wade’s nerve endings sparking. Fuck, fuck, he needs more—

"Is that all you can take?" It's supposed to be a taunt, but the words come out twisted, desperate. Wade needs to get deeper; he needs to carve out a space in Spidey's body just for him.

Spidey makes a frustrated, guttural noise around Wade’s cock as he tilts his head. The new angle makes his fangs look obscene, like two gleaming daggers poised over the head of Wade’s dick, and his voice pitches embarrassingly high at the sight.

“In, wanna see you take it.” Panting breaths, Wade pulling as much as he can, pushing his hips at the same time, but there's no fucking give to Spiderman. “Come on, come on, c’mon, c'moncmoncmon-”

Spidey shifts, and Wade feels his jaw pop under his thumb, the final piece of resistance disappearing as he finally leans in, and god- Spidey's mouth is a fucking revelation, all scorching heat, so wet there's almost no friction, just a long, dripping, sinful slide.

Wade hears himself whine, a perfect counterpitch to Spidey's low animal groan.

It's too fast, especially given Spidey's inexperience, but the promise of bruising that beautiful throat from the inside out burns all of Wade's gentler impulses.

And Spidey sounds so fucking pleased, like Wade is everything he ever wanted, sinking further and further like he can't bear the thought of pulling back— like the weight of Wade's cock is more important than the air in his lungs.

“C’mon,” He’s babbling, comically delirious even to his own ears, leaking every thought right into Spidey's greedy mouth, “Take it, take it, sweetheart, it’s yours, all of it, anything you need, Slick, please—”

He's so close. The world is starting to go hazy, the wet sound of Spidey's mouth, the bruising grip around his hips, the chill breeze over his stomach, everything blurring together to tease the most monstrous orgasm of his life.

Right as he's about to tip over the edge, Spiderman retreats, and Wade nearly breaks his own fingers trying to claw him back over his aching dick. Wade's throat burns, loud and incoherent, a wash of white noise against the coming tide.

It doesn't seem to matter, or maybe it does, because Spidey just breathes deep and sinks all the way to the root, and the resounding crack of Wade's skull against the wall is nothing but a delicious accent to the absolute tidal wave of pleasure that swamps him.

Time turns to spaghetti, and by the time Wade floats back up, it's to the sight and sound of Spidey shaking, whining around the thick length of Wade's cock, nose pressed against the bone. He sounds pained, like he's hurting, or—

“Jesus, Jesus, baby, did you just-?” Wade shudders, staring down at Spidey's kneeling form in disbelief.

Spidey just makes a raw, broken noise, sounding as fucked out as Wade feels. He swallows, then nods.

His hands haven't moved from Wade's hips.

"Where did they make you? Fuck, you're so, —just— fucking perfect. You're gonna kill me," Wade chokes out, hoarse, twitching against the soft meat of Spidey's throat.

Spiderman seems to take this as advice because instead of pulling off, he sinks even further until his face is completely pressed up against Wade's abdomen.

It's immediately too much, and Wade scrabbles at Spidey's shoulders, hissing as his body instinctively tries to retreat.

He doesn't go far because Spidey fuckin’ snarls around Wade’s cock in protest, and Wade suddenly finds himself pushed against the wall hard enough to grind his spine into the brick. He’s pinned, completely immobile, save for his mouth- which is still running a mile a minute,

“Fuck, baby, Jesus, you're a fucking lunatic—!" His voice cracks as Spidey inhales him, taking the entirety of Wade's shaft like he's going to find the meaning of life at the base of it.

He stays there for a long time, immune to the desperate, inarticulate noises tearing out of Wade's mouth. Wade's cock hasn't even had a chance to go down, and thanks to Spidey, is almost painfully hard against the back of his throat.

Enthusiasm aside, Wade knows he needs to ease up. Spidey can't be getting enough air— but Wade can’t pull back, not when he feels the tips of those fangs threaten him when he tries. Instinct paralyzes Wade, but the sound that Spidey makes, a low hum of warning, vibrates through his cock and all the way up his spine.

Those teeth press close, locking tight enough to be unnerving. There's no pain, not yet, but the threat, the mere idea of it, sends Wade's brain right into the fucking stratosphere.

When his ears turn back on, it’s to the sound of his own babbling, out of his mind on a heady cocktail of terror and pleasure, "Fuck, Slick, your fucking teeth, yeah do it, do it, do it, do it—" Wade’s voice is wobbly, wet as he shakes from the overstimulation.

Spiderman doesn't let up, forcibly pushing Wade deeper into the wall as he speeds up.

Spiderman pulls back and sinks down, dragging the sharp points of his teeth across Wade's cock over and over and over, carving shallow lines of blistering pain and pleasure that coil in the mess of his brain until they're indistinguishable from one another.

Wade is suspended, writhing in pure, terrifying sensation, and the sounds being punched out of his chest are humiliatingly small and honest.

Spidey’s venom is shimmering on his skin, coursing in his veins, sinking into his fucking soul and staining the ragged thing electric pink. His entire nervous system feels like it's been doused with gasoline and set on fucking fire.

It's too much. Every inch of exposed skin feels flayed. Wade's cock is just a raw nerve, and Spidey’s mouth a fucking black hole, sucking every single thought out of Wade’s head with incredible violence.

“Fuckbabyfuckican't—" But he wants to, wants to give it to Spidey, but there's just no way, he can't.

Spidey doesn't give a shit about Wade's limits, because he pries one of the merc's hands from his shoulder, and Wade valiantly scrapes half a brain cell off the floor to pay attention when Spidey presses the bare palm to the side of his neck—

Everything slows down. Oh fuck. Oh fuck-

Then Spidey swallows and squeezes, and the feel of his fangs pressing in, his throat distending around Wade’s cock, under his palm-

That’s it. Game over. Wade’s entire body locks up, muscles convulsing as Spidey wrenches his second orgasm from the fucking pits of hell. He comes so hard his teeth ache. It lasts for centuries, time stretching and wringing out every drop of pleasure until Wade is whiting out, eyes rolling to the back of his head.

He’s not sure he ever really comes back down; just floats just over the precipice of consciousness, just low enough to hear his own overstimulated whimpers as Spidey swallows around him, just like he promised.

For the first time in ages, Wade's head is blissfully silent, and he basks in it for as long as he can.

Eventually, the world begins to filter in, but Wade's body still feels languid, lacking the telltale bite he associates with general living.

Cracking his eyes open— when had he closed them?— Wade is treated to the sight of a very satisfied, very smug spider.

"Fucker." He manages, voice broken and rough with affection.

His legs are completely fucking shot, and the only thing stopping Wade from buckling to the grimy cement are Spidey's hands holding him to the wall, keeping the entire bulk of Wade's considerable weight like he's nothing.

His thumbs are stroking over Wade's hipbones.

It's hot. It's...it's...

He runs a soft hand over the fading bruises on Spidey's jaw and gets a sweet kiss on his knuckles in return. Wade's heart does something funny in his chest, but the accompanying feeling isn't funny in the slightest.

Then Spidey nips the thumb, grinning wide, a little drunk and a lot vicious. The broken rasp of his voice straight up rewires the pleasure centers of Wade's brain, “Again?”

Wade feels the addiction forming, physically impossible but there all the same. And like every substance abuse story, Spidey is going to eat Wade alive from the inside out.

What a way to go.

"Yeah," Wade grins. "C'mon sweetheart, let's see if you can actually kill me this time."

#hunting!spider #spiderman #deadpool #spideypool #blink and miss it character study #can't wait to spot all the typos the moment I post this up #the 3am brain just hits different #they're in love your honor

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oopsiedaisiesbaby · 27 days ago

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I know you usually write quite grounded stuff but what about a world where everyone has a little innate magic, even if most can't use it. And if someone wished hard enough, or was stressed enough, or did the wrong combinations of things and words, little changes could happen. Maybe you have blue hair for a while until a magical illness passes. Maybe you can only tell the truth until you say the right counter spell, or someone de-ages for a bit when they're feeling too stressed to think.

There are two scenarios that I think would work really, really well for this world:

1. One of the boys wakes up with a pussy

2. One of the boys wakes up with the urge to obey every command, even sarcastic ones. ( "Go fuck yourself" and "blow me" are quickly discovered)

Oooh I have never written anything with even a hint of fantasticalness to it… let’s do this 😍 Full disclosure… it’s the middle of the night and I’ve just finished a 6 hour drive, you’ve been warned 😘

1. Sorry not sorry, but Gale is waking up with a magical vagina and the only thing to cure it is getting dicked down. I know I’ve seen a fic like this in Hangster fandom, so apologies if there’s similarities, it’s wholly unintentional. Unedited rough draft beginning of a fic below… second half coming soon… just like Gale 😉

2. Notoriously allergic to authority John is definitely getting this curse because this would be such a comical way for him to find out how much he likes being bossed around by Gale. I really wanna write this too, fingers crossed my brain eventually cooperates!

To say that the war was stressful would be the grossest understatement of the century.

Even Gale, ice cold and forever calmer than the evening air before a storm, had been shaken by that first mission. However, he quickly learned how to lock it down and move forward like he did with everything else.

Stress was inconsequential and unnecessary to his existence. He wasn’t going to let it get in his way and end up with a spontaneous stress affect like Hambone who woke up with blue hair, or Crank who spent a whole day ribbiting like a frog every time he tried to talk.

Gale was above that kind of stress, knew how to get ahead of it or handle it when he couldn’t prevent it. Until he didn’t.

It took him an embarrassingly long time to realize something was off. He was always hyper aware of his body, it came with being a great pilot.

Gale was tired that morning though. Had flown back to back missions that had both gone horribly awry.

Made it all the way to the bathroom to pee before he realized something pretty integral to his person was missing as he went to grab his dick and wrapped his fist around air. He frowned, blinking down at his cock before realizing it wasn’t even there.

Panic seized him as he pressed his hand where his dick should have been and felt nothing but pubes and a flat surface. He let his fingers drift between his legs where his balls should have been and jolted as his rough fingertips parted soft skin and nudged up against something unbearably sensitive. He gasped, yanking his hand away from his apparent vagina and accidentally hit John’s arm where he was pissing in the urinal next to Gale.

“What the hell are you br-” John cut off suddenly, eyes going wide and lips parting in surprise as he noticed Gale’s lack of a penis almost immediately. “Gale, that’s - are you - wh- fuuuck.”

Gale shrugged helplessly, unable to answer any of John’s unasked questions. Nobody knew how or why spontaneous stress affects happened, they just did. The only cure was to lessen stress. Gale was a goddamned bomber pilot in the Second World War though.

He still needed to pee.

He shouldered into a stall, John following close behind him and standing in the way of Gale shutting the door behind him. Gale didn’t care, he sat on the toilet and started peeing, slumping in relief at the sudden release. He glanced up at John, unsurprised to see that his dick was still out.

“Can you put that away?” Gale asked, raising an eyebrow when John’s brow furrowed in confusion.

That’s all it seemed to take before John’s mouth dropped into an understanding “o” and he tucked himself back into his pants.

“We gotta get you to medical,” John insisted as he watched Gale figure out wiping after peeing.

“Absolutely not,” Gale bristled. No fucking way was he letting this particular spontaneous stresss affect get around base. His squadron would never follow an order again.

“Buck,” John started, like he had any room to be telling Gale how to handle his business after he goaded some RAF pilots into a fight just the night before. “I really -”

“No,” Gale snapped, his tone final. They were not going to tell a soul about this. “I just need to lower my stress and I’ll be fine.”

Except Gale woke up the next day with his magical vagina still very firmly in place. He shook his head at John’s raised eyebrow, ignoring his pointed look and went about his business.

As the days wore on, Gale’s irritation grew at every knowing, disappointed look John gave him. His frustration mounted each time he had to sit down to pee. He felt wretched every time his pants rode up and the seam of his pants pressed against him just right.

He was so sensitive physically as well as emotionally as the stress didn’t lessen, it just built and built into an itching, burning crescendo until he was snapping at Ken forcing everyone around them to freeze at just how out of character it was. John whistled before grabbing him by the shoulders, apologizing on his behalf and guiding him away from the scene he had just created.

“We have got to get a handle on this, Buck,” John insisted, rubbing his hands up and down Gale’s arms, over his jacket. “This has gone on long enough, don’t you think?”

Gale simply shrugged, determined to avoid ever having to actually talk about it.

“C’mon, Buck,” John urged. “We gotta get your stress down, and I know the most sure fire way to do it.”

Gale stopped in his tracks, whirling around on John, furious to find out he’d been withholding information from him. That’s when he noticed the filthy smirk on John’s lips.

Shoving him away, Gale stormed off tossing an, “Absolutely not,” over his shoulder only to receive a delighted cackle.

The dirty bastard.

Gale thought his rejection would be enough. He should’ve known John would test his limits like he was getting paid to do so though.

At the pub he leaned into Gale’s space and asked what it was like to get wet. In the officer’s mess, he leaned back in his chair and asked if Gale had tried fingering himself much to Gale and Jack’s chagrin.

It was when he asked what Gale thought about eating pussy one evening during a movie, his obscenely large tongue sliding out to sweep across his top lip suggestively, disturbing his mustache that had Gale squirming. Something between his legs tingled pleasantly and Gale could feel himself flushing. John’s teasing grin slipping into smirking awareness did nothing to quell the staticky interest buzzing through Gale’s belly and centralizing between his clenching thighs with slick interest.

“That’s it, baby?” John teased, tossing an arm behind Gale and leaning in real close. “You want someone to bury their face between those incredible thighs and eat you out until your legs are shaking, huh?”

It shouldn’t have been so hot. John was his best friend, John was just teasing him for getting himself such a ridiculous spontaneous stress affect. He was just so wound up though.

Gale cleared his throat, directing his attention back to the screen as he shifted in his seat, his underwear already sticking to him uncomfortably.

“Shit,” John cursed like he too was surprised by how affected Gale was. He pressed his forehead against Gale’s temple making Gale feel grateful they were in the back row. “Know you’d taste so sweet too, all hot and wet and needy.”

John groaned quietly and Gale felt the hot gust of his breath before John was pressing his mouth against the hinge of his jaw. This had already gone too far, he crossed his legs.

“No,” John pleaded, his hand shooting out to cup between Gale’s legs and press.

Gale gasped at the overwhelming pleasure as it pressed the seam of his pants, right up against where he needed it most. He tossed his head back against John’s arm that was still behind him, gasping up at the ceiling quietly.

“I would make it so good for you, baby,” John promised, rubbing his fingers against Gale through his pants and Gale fought back a moan at how sensitive he felt between his legs. “Make you come with my mouth first before slipping you a couple of fingers.”

The whispers were filthy and hot in Gale’s ear as he started to rock his hips against John’s hand. Electric shocks, jolting through him with each press. He nearly groaned with relief when John moved his hand to start unbuckling Gale’s belt and undoing his fly before slipping his hand inside of Gale’s skivvies. They both whimpered as John’s rough fingers slipped between his wet lips and started rubbing at his painfully swollen clit.

“God,” John moaned quietly against the skin of his jaw, mustache scraping Gale’s sensitive skin.

Gale let his eyes flutter closed, panting up at the ceiling as electricity built dangerously between his legs, ready to burst and strike out as John continued to move his fingers in tight, quick circles over his clit.

“Just know your pussy’s so fucking tight,” John told him, licking at the taught skin of his jaw. “Would probably hurt but I’d love it. Christ, wanna feel just how wet you are around my cock.”

Gale was embarrassingly soaked, the slick sound of John’s fingers rubbing at his clit was deafeningly loud in the limited space between them. Apparently it was loud enough to be heard outside of the space between them too.

“What the hell is wrong with you two?” Jack snapped, a look of horror pinching his face as he turned around in his seat to glare at them pointedly.

John unashamedly took his hand out of Gale’s pants and it nearly had Gale sobbing at the lack of release of the pressure built between his legs. Jack turned back around in his seat as Gale buttoned his pants back up and fixed his belt.

His pussy throbbed as he watched John slip his wet fingers into his mouth and suck lewdly. Gale was going to get them a weekend pass come he’ll or high water.

Part 2 coming to your screens soon 😘

#oopsieanswers #mota #clegan #masters of the air #john egan #gale cleven

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thelampisaflashlight · 4 months ago

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Occasionally, I, like, "forget" I'm mentally ill.

I'll have days where I'm anxious/generally just not doing well in the ol' brain box, and won't be able to place why, and then I remember, "Dude, your brain chemicals are fucky. Take a moment and reassess."

And while having an awareness of the fact that I have a bad brain doesn't stop the physical symptoms of it (you have to kinda gear down from that, ya know, doesn't just go away like magic) it does give me more clarity.

So sometimes I'm just sitting there, trying to do basic shit and shaking.

Like, I will be trembling and struggling to use my phone, because my fingers won't cooperate, and I will be fully aware of the fact that it's because I'm having an anxiety attack, but can't do a damn thing about it, so I'm just there, frustrated at myself.

But also, because I do CBT (Cognitive Behavioral Therapy), it's me going, "I know why I'm upset, however, I cannot control this reaction beyond what I'm already doing." and that makes the part of my brain that doesn't like not having control screech.

I go for long periods of time where my stress/anxiety levels are at, like, a 7/10 from the point I wake up until I go to bed at night.

My head's so screwy sometimes that things that are arguably/actually good happening fucks me up.

Part of it is down to genetics/being born this way, and the rest stems from trauma and the side effects of going through a majority of my life without being dinged as anything other than a functional human being.

Did I have my intelligence questioned a lot because my anxious mind needs to ask for clarity/clear instructions on things other people think are obvious?

Yes.

Did not having the resources set forth to help me learn how to deal with this/having people see me as "normal" but stupid make me want to stop asking questions and just beat me down into a person who just went along with whatever or just do nothing at all?

Also yes.

Sometimes, I wish I had had more help growing up, but I also look at the help I did receive and go, "This wasn't helpful or what I needed." or "Why did they let this person be in charge of x or y when they clearly hated it?"

Stuff like that, ya know.

Mostly, I just think if I had known as a kid what was going on inside of my head/had more words to describe how I felt I might have been better set up to tackle the world around me.

But, then again, I could have also wound up exactly where I am now, and I have to wonder if I'd see that as a grander, much more painful fall than the one I took entering into society.

#lamp rambles #actually rambling #I'm okay just so y'all know #just thinking a lot of thoughts

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kyokimidori · 29 days ago

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I motion to continue the untitled love triangle. 📐 I am also prepared to disregard decorum and second my own motion.

Hello Lovely. You know i'd write anything for you. Here is the next installment of Twisted Bonds. Hopefully you enjoy it.

~Kyoki

Life was confusing. One minute you are fighting for your kife, the next you are hit by a curse directly from the dark lord and find yourself 50 years in the past with a budding dark lord. Life was crazy.

She remembered it all like it was yesterday.

Could still smell the burning flesh, could still feel the fear and determination to stop the dark lord. She remembered fighting for her life after harry fell in battle, remembered locking eyes with Voldemort himself,

His red eyes had flashed with recognition, a fact that Hermione missed in the moment, He had attacked her then, and she dared to fight back, dared to hold her own against the monster before her. And then she had been attacked by Bellatrix Lestrange, the woman managing to hit her from behind, knocking the bushy haired girl off balance, causing her to fall forward.

She caught herself, rolling over and bouncing up, wand at the ready but it was too late. Voldemort stood before her, towering over her small frame, making him really seem like a monster from her darkest nightmares.

She locked eyes with him, holding her chin high, knowing this was the end. She would meet her fate, just like Harry did, in defiance.

She felt the curse before she comprehended his words, collapsing to the ground. It felt as if razor blade flowed through her very body, slicing her to death from the inside. She knew this curse quite well, having been under its nasty spell before.

She wasn’t sure how long the cruciatus curse lasted, though it felt like an eternity. Then it was gone and she was left gasping for air, tears flowing freely down her face. She could feel her voice was hoarse, and though she didn’t remember screaming from the pain, she must have.

Voldemort bent in front of her, pulling her chin up so that their eyes locked again, brown meeting red.

“That is for everything you put me though Hermione” he said as he raised his wand, pointing it at her, “Stand” he commanded as he himself straightened up.

Hermione struggled to get her limbs to cooperate, but eventually she manage to stand, legs shaky. Still, she held her wand up defiantly, ready to fight for her life once again. It elicited a laugh from Voldemort. It startled her so much, hearing that laugh that she hesitated, reacting too late.

It was a silent spell that erupted from the end of the elder wand, the magic flying towards her in a burst of bright blue.

Not the sickly green she had been expecting.

Confusion filled her, even as the spell hit her, for she expected death, welcomed it even for she didn’t want to live in this twisted corrupted world.

The dark lord wasn’t so kind as to grant her her wish. The spell hit her in the chest, right where the time turner that she had on at all times was. To her surprise the spell didn;t harm her, but it did make the time turner start to turn on its own, glowing blue.

She tried to jerk it from her neck, terrified as to what was happening, but she was too late. The world started to spin around her. She looked back at Voldemort, for the last time, seeing a triumphant smile on his face.

It seemed as if the world spun around her forever, but then, just as suddenly as it started it stopped.

Hermione stood up at the castle in front of her, confusion filling her as she realized the building wasn’t on fire any longer, that there were no students and teachers fighting grown men and women in a war forced upon them.

No, here, everything was peaceful, quiet.

Ideally she wondered if she had actually died, if she was in a version of the afterlife.

It was a voice that snapped her from her revere, she didn’t recognize the voice or the handsome boy that it belonged to. Yet something about the boy made her brain itch.

“Are you alright?” the boy had asked, his voice showing his concern for her, “You look as if you have been attacked.”

Hermione had stared at him blankly, trying to place him, trying to place what exactly was going on. What had Voldemort done to her?

“I have been” she finally answered, looking down at her clothes, noticing how she must look to them, hagrid and muddy, her hair a mess, clothes ripped and tattered from days of being on the run, of the fight that ensued once Voldemort had caught up with her, determined to see her dead like her friends before her.

“You’re safe now” the boy said, and Hermione felt herself relax slightly, believing his words wholeheartedly. She watched as the boy turned to his friend, who was hidden in the shadows. Whatever was said, the other boy left towards the castle, but not before Hermione saw the boys blonde hair, recognition filling her “Draco?” she asked softy, though neither boy could hear her.

The handsome one had turned back to her now and was asking her something but she couldn’t concentrate on the words. The world started to spin again, and this time it wasn't because of the time turner.

She felt herself slipping into the darkness even as she collapsed to the ground. The last thing she saw was the boys concerned face before she lost consciousness.

It had been the next day that she had learned the identity of that handsome boy, and had realized she had gone back 50 years in the past. It was disturbing on many levels, especially since she was stuck here. The time turner did not move time forward, and whatever spell Voldeort had cast upon it had shattered the glass, blue sand leaking everywhere. No, she learned very quickly that she was stuck here.

The only person she told where she really came from was Dumbledore, afraid to disrupt the timeline by saying she was from the future to anyone else.

It was Dumbledore that helped her with a backstory, taking from her own experiences, but replacing voldemort and his death eaters with the dark wizard of the time, Grindelwald.

Still, she had messed up in the infirmary that day, had murmured about 50 years having passed, having not shaken Tom Riddle’s hand.

She had just made him interested in her and the last thing she wanted was his attention.

Yet, she got his attention.

She avoided him at every turn that she could, not wanting him to see his future, terrified at how it would change the timeline.

No, she doubted showing him the monster he had become would deter him from the path. There were two ways that she could think of that she could influence the budding dark lord. By either giving in and talking to him, growing close to him, or by influencing one of his most trusted minions.

That was what brought her to Abraxas. The boy had seemed as interested as his lord about her, had managed to somehow be paired with her on every project they were assigned. At first it had been frustrating, but she saw how it seemed to upset Riddle. It was one day that Abraxas had broken the silence between them, asking who Draco was. A part of her wanted to tell him that it was his grandson, but she kept that information to herself, explaining it away as her school bully, that he and all her friends had perished at the hands of Grindelwald. If he didn’t believe her story, he never called her out on it.

Months passed like that, the two of them growing a bond she hadn’t counted on, not really. She knew that she had to get close to him in order to use him for her goals, but she never counted on caring for the boy. He was supposed to be a bigot, yet he never once asked her blood status. He was intelligent and to her he was kind. So it wasn't long before she was touching him, keeping her hand on his arm, or squeezing hand, Soft innocent touches to tell him seh was interested in him. He did not seem to notice, but Tom had. She could practically feel his anger as she touched his most loyal follower. Abraxas seemingly not noticing it,

Hermione was tired of being ignored, so she snuck out of hogsmeade, going up the path towards the castle and spotting a tree that would work for what she needed. With her magic she forced mistletoe to grow before she went back to the castle, It was the next day that she had asked Abraxas to go to Hogsmeade with her, had been relieved when he had agreed. They walked to hogsmeade together, stopping under the tree with the mistletoe. Abraxas didn’t seem to see the mistletoe, but he didn’t make a move. Didn’t lean down to kiss her, nothing of the sort.

So she did the only thing she could think of, she leaned up and kissed him. To her horror he didn;t kiss her back, she pulled away feeling rather self conscious. She had sworn that he had felt something between them. Had she been wrong? Too cocky?

“I'm sorry, I just…” Hermione started but Abraxas cut her off, leaning down and kissing her gently, making Hermione melt into the kiss. It felt good, unlike kissing ron or viktor. He knew what he was doing but was gentle with her, sweet even. She sighed into the kiss, only pulling away when she heard the crunching of snow beneath feet. She looked over to see who it was, Only to scowl at the boy who had interrupted them.

Tension filled the air, Abraxas stiff beside him. It seemed as if they were having a private conversation, though she knew that couldn’t be true. Finally she broke the silence, addressing him for the first time since that first day.

“Alright tom?” she had asked

“I’m fine” he had replied watching them both, as if trying to figure something out.

“Good, we’ll see you later then” she had replied, entangling her fingers with Abraxas’s keenly aware that Tom watched the gesture, his face an angelic mask of calm. Hermione decided that it was best to leave, gently she pulled Abraxas back towards the castle, deciding it was best to get back then to go to hogsmede where tom was headed.

She started past Tom, only for Abraxas to be pulled to a stop by Tom.

“I’ll see you tonight” Tom had said.

Hermione frowned, seeing the way Abraxas’s eyes widened ever so slightly “He has plans tonight, we are studying together in the library until curfew” She had informed him.

She then dragged Abraxas away, feeling Tom’s eyes on her back.

The next few days had gone by without a hitch. She and Abraxas spent as much time as possible together, often meeting early in the morning and spending the day together, only parting well into the evening.

Today was the one day that she had been unable to spend time with Abraxas, having to speak with Dumbledore, the only person who knew her secret.

They had agreed to spend the afternoon together, which left the rest of her morning free. Going through her memories she had decided to go to the room of requirement, to the room where students throughout the centuries had hidden things. Draco had used a cabinet in there to sneak in the Death Eaters in their 6th year. If she destroyed it, Dumbledore wouldn’t die and they might stand a chance against the dark lord.

She walked down the hall, pacing in front of the same spot, thinking of what she needed before the door opened for her. She didn't hesitate, opening the door and walking inside. She had never been in this room before, though Harry had described it to her before he passed away.

He definitely undersold it. The room was huge, a maze of things jumbled up in piles all around her. It was fascinating to think that most of these things were from students throughout history. A part of her wanted to look through everything, but the more practical part of her knew that it would take a long time, more than she really had. She had to concentrate on the task at hand. Quietly she walked through the maze of things, keeping an eye out for the cabinet. It wasn’t long before she heard voices. She frowned, recognizing the voice.

“Mercy, my lord,” Abraxas choked out. “Please…”

Hermione crept closer, peaking around the corner of some chairs that were stacked high, seeing Tom standing above Abraxas' wand at his side. Abraxas was at Tom's feet, trembling slightly.

“Tell me, Abraxas… Why should I grant mercy to someone so weak? Someone who cannot even control his base impulses?”

Hermione frowned, his words causing her stomach to turn. Was he punishing Abraxas for the kiss?

“It meant nothing my lord, please it won’t happen again” Abraxas whispered trembling before the man

“It meant nothing..�� tom mused,”Yet you have spent every day with her, every waking hour with what is not yours”

“ you wanted me to get closer to her, to learn her secrets” Abraxas spoke, still trembling in fear. Or was it pain.

Hermione frowned, taking in the scene fully, noticing how Abraxas was trembling head to toe, looking weak, like he had just suffered excruciating pain. It dawn on her then that Tom had used the cruciatus curse against Abraxas, all because she had kissed Abraxas, because she had wanted to use him, to influence him, and in extension the other followers of the budding dark lord.

Tom raised his wand, the curse on his lips. Hermione didn’t react quickly enough, watching in horror as Abraxas fell to the ground, a scream ripped from his lips as Tom tortured him again.

“Stop!” she shouted, pushing off the pile of chairs, barely noticing as the fell over with a loud clatter.

Tom did stop, though his dark eyes were now on her.

“Miss Granger, what a surprise” he said with a smirk on his lips “ were you here looking for your boyfriend” he said the word with such venom it made hermione's gut twist.

“He’s not my boyfriend” she replied, her gaze falling on the boy in question “Even if he was it is none of your concern” she started towards abraxas, wanting to help him but Tom stopped her, his wand raised threateningly.

“I’m not afraid of you Riddle” she snapped “i’ve seen a true monster, and you aren't it” she squared her shoulders.

“Do you speak of grindelwald?” he asked, his tone of someone speaking of the weather “Strange how you claim that you and your friends were attacked by grindelwald, yet you still live” he looked at her, interest in his eyes.

“The truth, Hermione, is that I don’t think you battled Grindelwald at all. No, you reminded me of abraxas here, having been under the influence of the cruicacious curse. Not to mention your evident confusion with the date, specifically the year. Did you not think I would notice how you paled at the news of the year, did not hear you whisper about 50 years, did not notice your utter hatred of me the moment you learned my name.” he took step after step towards her, not lowering his wand.

Though her brain told her to run, she stood her ground, chin held high, though her wand remained at her side. “I don’t know what you are talking about Tom. I am indifferent to you”

“You lie”

Hermione squared her shoulders, “I speak the truth.” she responded, “Do you know why I don’t like you riddle? It’s because you are fake. You hide your monster behind a perfect mask, but I see right through you.”

“You speak as if you know me,” he said, eyes darkening. “As if you have known me for quite awhile, yet we have spoken but twice.” he commented “A fact that I find highly interesting. Tell me Hermione, how do you know me so well?”

“I don’t know you Tom, I know people like you. I see a man no better than Grindelwald, so caught up in seeking power that he makes mistakes, tries to rule with fear. That fear will turn to resentment. It will be your downfall.” she looked him in the eyes, seeing the anger that he concealed.

“I’m tired of these games Hermione” he said, “tired of your lies” he stepped forward, and before she could react he was in her mind, ripping through her memories, searching for the truth.

His invasion was swift and unforgiving, as he tore through her memories, they flashed before her eyes in a dizzying array of sounds and colors. She watched helplessly as he searched through her memories, seeing her first day at Hogwarts, her helping Harry, year after year. Tom continued forward, ruthlessly, even as she tried to fight him, trying to force her out of her head. Yet she was woefully unprepared for his invasion.

He stopped on a specific memory, of seeing the final battle between him and Harry Potter, the twisted monster that he would become standing triumphantly over Harry's dead body. Then he moved on, stopping yet again at the memory of how she got here. She watched as the memory played out, clawing at him, trying to force him from her brain to no avail. Instead he watched as Voldemort cast the spell on her, watched as the spell hit the time turner, how he had grinned triumphantly as if he had won, as if her knee she would be sent to the past.

With all her strength she pushed him out of her mind, grateful when she succeeded. She panted as her mind reeled, the memories swirling in her brain. She tried to get back control of her mind.

“ I sent you back” Tom murmured, “How interesting” he said. He kneeled before her, tilting her chin up so she was looking at him. “I now know your secrets Hermione. I know your fears, your deepest desires. I see that you are not very different from me”

“I’m nothing like you” she spat.

He smiled, his expression chilling. “No? Setting a teacher on fire, brewing illegal potions, meddling with time, cursing people, trapping a reporter in a jar—those sound like things I would do. You are more like me than you realize.”

“I’m nothing like you” she repeated, looking up at him defiantly. Tom released her chin, straightening up.

“Continue to fool yourself, but I see you for what you are, just as you see me” he smirked at her then “I must say, you are perhaps more ruthless than I am.” he looked towards Abraxas who still hadn't been able to gain his strength. “Using someone’s feelings for your own gain, planting that mistletoe. How cunning, You played him like a puppet”

Hermione felt her heart clench at the realization of what she had truly done to Abraxas, how she had set him up for this. She hadn’t foreseen how Tom would react to her budding romance with Abraxas, how upset he was at the kiss between herself and abraxas. “You’re wrong tom, I have feelings for him” she slowly pushed herself from the ground, staring into his eyes.

She saw it then, the flash of jealousy, going as quickly as it came. Shock flooded her veins, the realization dawning on her. She actually couldn’t help the smile that spread across her face. “Is that it tom?” she asked ��Did you wish it was you that I kissed instead?” she asked him, approaching him slowly “Jealousy doesn’t suit you”

Tom’s eyes narrowed on her, a sneer on his face as the jealousy disappeared as quickly as it came. “ You think you are so clever, but you are mistaken if you think your little games affect me Hermione. I’m not as Gulliable as Abraxas” he replied, stepping closer to her.

Hermione did not back down, her chin held high and proud “what if it wasn’t a game” she replied, thinking quickly. It wasn’t a bad plan, staying by his side influencing him to make different choices. It might even be the smartest.

Tom’s face was unreadable at her offer, and for a minute he seemed to be contemplating it.

“I held my own against you tom. A girl younger then you by 50 years” she coaxed him, “I would be a valuable asset to you”

His gaze never left hers as he contemplated her offer, looking for deceit in her words.

"You think you're clever, don’t you, Granger?" His voice was soft, almost amused, but there was no warmth in it. "Trying to turn this into some... partnership. A bargain."

“I’m giving you an opportunity Tom”she replied softly, looking up at him from behind her lashes. “ You know i’m from the future, know that I see what you become. I can help you go a different path. You kill thousands of witches and wizards the way you are headed. We can prevent that, together”

“Together” he parroted the word, tasting it. “You still think you can control me, change me” he sneered, his voice lethal “You are wrong if you think you can manipulate me like you did abraxas. You have little to offer me. I have considered these other paths you mention, but the path I am on gives me what I want. Why would i change that for an unknown future”

“You might have won the War, Tom, but after you will be a tyrant, a dictator. Your claim to power by fear will make people resent you. It will lead to your downfall, one way or another.”

Toms once handsome face twisted into something monstrous, his eyes flashing red, making hermione's heart skip a beat. For a moment, she saw the monster he would become. “You want to leave a legacy behind, you can do that without bloodshed, without violence and fear. There are more then one way to gain the power you desire- the legacy you deserve”

Cold fury replaced Tom’s calm mask, “You speak of what I deserve but you know nothing of what I deserve” He stepped closer to her, so close she could feel his magic and body heat. “Did you ever think that maybe I wish to rule with fear, that I chose this path for a reason, or do you think I was so blinded by power that I didn’t consider the other options?”

“"Perhaps you did, but you didn’t know then what you know now," Hermione continued, her voice steady despite the tension in the air. "You’ve seen the destruction you’ve left in your wake. Yes, people will speak of you in fear, not even daring to say your name, but at what cost? Thousands will die, Tom, all because you refused to choose a different path. Don’t make the same mistake again."

She looked at him, daring to reach out to him, to grab his hand “We can change your destiny for the better, together”

To her surprise he did not pull away from her grasp, his eyes locked on their clasped hands.

“And your relationship with Abraxas?” he asked “If you abandon him so quickly, how could I ever trust you not to do the same to me” he asked. There was something in his face that Hermione couldnt quite pinpoint. Was it want? A hunger?

“This isn;t about my relationship with abraxas, It's about our relationship, about us building your legacy together”

“And if I told you to forsake him, would you?” he asked, that need flashing in his eyes again “will you forsake him to be with me, to reach the future you want”

The question weighed heavily on Hermione, she could feel the eyes of Abraxas on her, hanging to her every word. Guilt filled her, for she knew the truth of the matter, if it came down to it, if it was the only choice, she would do it. She would forsake Abraxas to save thousands of lives. It wasn't fair, but it was a sacrifice she would have to make.

She locked eyes with Tom, answering him without speaking.

Tom’s lips curled into a smirk, one that held both triumph and something darker. He let go of her hand,and instead opened his arms wide, as if daring her to take the final step. His invitation was clear.

"Make your choice, Hermione," he murmured, his voice a low whisper that seemed to reverberate in the charged air between them.

Without a backward glance to Abraxas, she stepped into Tom's embrace, wondering if she had just made a fatal error.

Only time would tell.

#hermione granger #tomione #tom riddle #askkyoki #send me prompts #alternate au #abraxas malfoy #tom riddle x hermione granger

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theodoradevlin · 1 year ago

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Old Habits and All That

SUMMARY: Silly/Random drabble/imagining of what MC x Ominis x Sebastian are up to in their future endeavors, on assignment for an artifact in the Dolomites. Sort of a continuation based off of this old imagining I had dreamed up about Seb being a magical artifact hunter. Using Theo as the MC....cause ya know. we can't be separated at this point.

WOW actually had a brain cell for once. Felt good to write a little again...so this may be more for me than anyone else (lol).Would be nice to turn this into an actual fic if my creativity wants to cooperate...but we'll see.

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OLD HABITS AND ALL THAT

Theo cursed as she dropped what must have been the third thing this week. This time - a mug. A mug…that had previously been holding the glorious caffeine that her body most so desperately needed right now.

At the curse, and the shatter, one of her companions jolted upright on the chaise they had previously been napping on across the room, unseeing eyes already full of alarm none the less.

“Theo? What is it? What’s wrong?”

Ominis’ concerns were never tentative, but immediate. For that she was grateful…because what came next was an accusing curse to match hers from the other side of the room as the unshaven man who’s face had previously been buried in his research also shot up to see what the commotion was about... only to immediately be followed by a groan.

“Damn - that was my Montrose Magpies mug wasn’t it? That was my favorite one.” Sebastian’s whine crawled under her skin as she let out her own exasperated sigh.

They had all been on the search for weeks, having been funded by a mystery donor for a six month stint in the middle of the Dolomite region in the Cansiglio Plateau. Muggles had always spoken about an ‘energetic boundary’ in the area they believed to be spiritual…but the minute Theo had stepped foot here she knew what it really was. It had called to her instantly, as it always did.

Ancient Magic.

Sebastian had been researching tales on the region, about another object that could remove essence of magic from individuals, ancient or not, and it was something that needed to be apprehended and locked away as soon as possible.

Theo could only imagine if it got out…one could potentially steal magic from anyone they wished. And….no one deserved that fate. Loosing magic was comparable to loosing one’s part of their soul.

They knew from experience that even Sebastian’s experiments with dark magic had irreversibly altered his own magic trace, to this day.

And Ominis, having become an expert Curse Breaker in their years after Hogwarts, was also well aware from his own experiences on what risks usually came with an object like that.

They suspected the object was located in an ancient tomb somewhere within the mountains, but ...where exactly this tomb was they could not say...yet.

However….all that to say….Theo knew full well if finding this object wasn’t going to test them all, then her lack of sleep certainly was.

“Don’t get your knickers in a twist. I’ll…try and replace it.” She growled at Sebastian.

“Now, now Theo. If you want to get into my knickers you needn’t go around terrorizing my mugs to do it.”

Despite his own lack of sleep, the quick wit was never idle. Ominis let out a scoff as if to remind them he was ALSO in the room, and not currently interested in seeing Seb’s knickers.

“Try and keep your trousers on for once. I know we’ve all been cooped up in here, but really Sebastian.” He scolded playfully. Not as if he hadn’t seen that part of Sebastian before… the first few weeks here, the three of them had taken too many shots of fire whiskey…and…well. For now, they would have to save that for another time.

Sebastian shot him a withering look…though in his disheveled state from his corner of the room, tucked behind the table underneath stacks of old texts, some of that glare lost its power. Ominis had still managed to sound and appear as calm, cool, and collected as he always was.

And yet with Ominis, Theo could always spot the signs when something more feral was flashing beneath the surface. Yes…they had all been cooped up in their hideout for far too long, with all of them needing some form of release. Whether a break-through in the research…or perhaps something else.

Pulling herself out of her thoughts, she bent down to pick up the mug shards, surprised to see that her own fingers were shaking.

Cautiously, Ominis came over to her as if sensing this, bending down to her level and taking her hands in his own, rubbing a finger along the skin as if in a small attempt to soothe her.

“Perhaps one too many cups of coffee, hm Theo? When was the last time you slept for longer than twenty minutes?”

Even as her breath calmed at his touch, her chest immediately turned tight at the fact that she knew her body demanded sleep, but their situation could not allow it.

“We…we’re so close to finding the relic. So close. I’ll sleep afterwards.” Her voice came out tight, and stubborn, so much so that Ominis sighed.

“She’s right you know. Ominis - we can’t stop now. That would put off all the progress we’ve made —“

The man still had not released her hands, but turned to snap his head in Sebastian’s direction.

“Neither of you are getting anything done in the state you’re in. Theo can’t even hold something in her hands for two seconds without dropping it, and you…I know you haven’t shaved in forever judging by the feeling of hair that attacks me every time I’m near you, so I can only assume what state you’re in. I can certainly smell you. Now….maybe you both can pause for some food and a bath.”

“But—“

Ominis cut off Theo’s protest again.

“Enough of that. You need to soak up the caffeine, and Sebastian needs to be in a world outside of his textbooks for a night.”

“Hey!”

Despite the objection from them both, Theo knew he was right. She could see Ominis needed it too in the tense muscle fluttering in his jaw.

“Alright fine. Agreed. Food…and a break. For a bit. Then…back to work.” She agreed, with a tight and shallow nod.

Ominis smirked, dipping his own head in a slight nod, pleased clearly that he’d gotten her to agree. “Always so diligent. Alright then. And Sebastian… bath first please.”

More disgruntled noises from the freckled man, but no more objections as they went to get ready.

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Luckily, since they were staying close to the valley…the walk to the nearest tavern was a short and welcome trek from their hideout. As they walked, her eyes skimmed over the pale mountains looming in the distance, forcing her mind to forget the secrets they might hold….at least for a time.

Theo wasn’t going to deny that the stew placed in front of her had thawed all remaining feelings of tension and warmed her from the inside out. For the first time in days, she felt like more of a human and less of a run over dugbog. She could see it on all of their faces as they sat in the booth of the tavern, no one speaking words, but just enjoying the comfort of the food.

Even Sebastian was at ease, despite the small tinge of nervousness that still followed him when they were out in public. It was half the reason their work in tracking down artifacts took them around the world, and nowhere near Hogwarts.

All those years ago after their fifth year, she still remembered when she saw him for the first time after that summer. The unfamiliar look of doubt that had worked its way into his previously unbothered and careless demeanor. He had showed up at the Three Broomsticks, having been taken in by Sirona after the events that had happened in the catacombs. It was the first, and only time, she had seen him frozen in their presence…unsure of what they thought of him.

Theo hugged him first, rushing over and holding him tightly, not questioning a single thing. Ominis was slower to embrace him, but did all the same. Questions would still come from him, they always would. And that’s why they needed each other.

Like he had said all those months ago, whatever they were in for…they were in it together.

And they still were.

They had eaten stew that day too.

The thought of how far they’d come welcomed a grin to her face as she looked down into her soup, Sebastian immediately picking up on it.

“Hm. And what, may I ask, are you smiling about over there?” His voice was light and teasing, already so much less strained than it had been earlier. Theo made a face at him.

“Just nice to see your face again, Seb that’s all. I had forgotten what you had looked like under all that wolfish facial hair.”

Ominis let out a snort, as Sebastian rolled his eyes, but the smile still remained on his face. “Always warms my heart when you say you like my face, Theo. You know what….just for that. I’m ordering us a round of drinks.”

Ominis eyebrows immediately raised in curiosity, no doubt remembering the last time they all drank together. “Oh?”

“Oh, indeed.” Theo echoed, leaning closer and resting her head in her hands in intent interest.

“Well- we all agreed we deserved a break. Don’t we deserve a little fun too?”

None of them disagreed as Sebastian came back over, with three shots of fire whiskey.

“In it together, then?” Ominis said, raising his glass.

“For better or worse.” Theo concurred.

“And more of it worse, knowing us. Old habits, and all that..” Seb added his quip, before the three of them clinked and threw it back.

She chuckled, knowing that he was right. Their philosophy seemed to be one of being in trouble or being bored.

Theo knew a lot had changed, and probably still would. but, perhaps these old habits wouldn't.

#hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy one shot #sebastian sallow #ominis gaunt #hogwarts legacy mc #theo devlin #fanfic #drabbles #hogwarts legacy fanfic #Spotify

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wellpresseddaisy · 1 year ago

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The Poshest Bedstead in Islington part 15

Dominic Agnew stood shoulder to shoulder with Adelaide Kershaw in the entry hall and basked in their shared moment of triumph. The sun barely glimmered over the horizon, lightening the early morning gloom just enough. The summer morning dawned chilly and damp, with rain promised later, but inside fires crackled in each grate. The entry tiles positively gleamed from everyone’s hard work yesterday and a soft strain of beeswax furniture polish floated under the scent of flowers from the garden. Not that anything hadn’t been clean before, but Gordon had a way with scrubbing tiles that even Kreacher approved.

Welcoming Molly Weasley into the house was enough to give any Housekeeper the yips. They’d done a thorough cleaning last night, from the sub-basement up to the attics, in part to tamp down on their own nerves and in part to introduce themselves to Black House. Coming in as new staff when she’d got used to only having Kreacher tending her needed a delicate touch. She needed to know their magic and their intentions, and so they set to work.

He thought, perhaps, that the grand old girl liked having them about. Old houses, magical ones especially, had their quirks and personalities that one simply worked with or around. Dominic didn’t think she’d give them trouble so long as they respected her. All of them were so up in alt over being chosen that he wasn’t sure they’d particularly notice.

He’d positively longed to try his hand at being Housekeeper, and now he could. Adelaide, he knew, would excel as Butler. He’d never yet met anyone who could match her breadth and depth of knowledge regarding wine and the care of silver services.

He surveyed the footmen and housemaids lined up before the pair of them and took a deep breath as Adelaide began.

“In one hour, we will begin welcoming our house guests. They will be staying for as long as is needed, given the distressing threats laid against them. We are asked to give no indication that they are here for the present moment. Not one word of gossip will pass out of this house. Am I understood?” Adelaide spoke severely.

The group of them gave a general murmur of assent.

“In the beginning, as a reminder, His Grace will neither entertain nor be at home to visitors. We know that his innocence should be announced in the next few weeks. Kreacher will let us know when this is announced and if His Grace will be at home. His Lordship will, with any luck, be able to join the household at that time.” Adelaide continued. “Jefferson, Danvers, and Bailey—has the heavy luggage been brought up?”

“Yes, ma’am. We saw to it earlier this morning. We’re set to go with Kreacher to bring the guests here in an hour.” Jefferson, the first footman, stepped forward and answered smartly.

“Good work.” Adeliade nodded at them.

“And the bedrooms are all made up?” Dominic asked, even though he’d checked not fifteen minutes before.

“We’re ready for everyone, Mr. Kershaw.” Maud answered, her eyes crinkling at the corners. “Miss Daley wished me to tell you that she’s ready to receive the young ladies. Mr. Douglas will wait upon the young gentlemen and Miss Cooper is ready for Mrs. Weasley.”

“Thank you, Maud.” Not even a week ago they’d both been senior housemaids. He hoped she didn’t take his promotion amiss.

“Cook will send an early tea up to the Morning room once our guests are settled,” he continued. “I know we’ll all do excellent work here. His Grace noticed your efforts last night and sends along his sincere thanks. If you have any trouble, you may come to me. Many of our younger guests aren’t used to being waited upon and have spent the last few years mostly at school. Any trouble from that quarter should be brought to Kreacher.”

One of the footmen—Katherine Bailey, Dominic’s brain supplied—raised her hand.

“Yes, Bailey?” Adelaide prompted.

“It’s probably not my place, Mrs. Kershaw, but I grew up not far from the Weasleys. Does anyone else think this is a thinly veiled attempt to keep His Grace distracted and entertained until His Lordship can come home?”

Dominic saw Adelaide twitch out of the corner of his eye and bit the inside of his cheek. Good old Bailey, always noticing things.

“You always do make connections quickly, Bailey.” Adelaide sounded a bit strained.

“Sorry, Mrs. Kershaw. It’s just that they’re a guardian family and the Burrow is protected as anything.” Bailey shifted under Adelaide’s steady gaze.

“Whatever the reasons, we’ll be on our guard, won’t we?”

That got a firm yes from all gathered.

“Right. Well, off we trot to face the day and make Mrs. Harris proud.” Dominic winced at how that sounded but shooed everyone off to their work.

He’d have to work on not sounding like a giant tit.

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The gray, mizzley day couldn’t put a damper on Sirius’ high spirits. Nor could the heavy over robe Kreacher and Halloway insisted on, or the Bath chair Kreacher unearthed from somewhere ‘So His Grace can be comfortable while guests arrive’. Despite his continued convalescence, he would (privately) not mind sitting while waiting. His balance hadn’t quite recovered yet, and he had misgivings about all the stairs down into the garden.

Guests. The very word sent a thrill through him. He hadn’t realized just how much he missed other people about the place until Albus suggested the Weasleys come to stay a while. As much as he hated thinking of the threats leveled against them (against Ginny and Ronald especially), he rather hoped they’d stay a good long while. If anyone deserved some rest it was Molly and Arthur. They worked hell’s own hours, no matter what Molly made it look like to the children.

Having young people around would be fun, too. He’d liked Hermione and Ronald when he met them, and he expected that Ginny would be interesting at the very least. One did not mix Weasley and Prewett blood and expect a mealy-mouthed miss. They weren’t Harry, but taking them through the attics to select furniture and clothes would still be great fun.

He felt a bit silly sitting on the terrace under a pavilion, but it was the only way he could get Kreacher and Halloway to agree to him waiting outside. Honestly, if he’d realized what complete autocrats servants trained under Mrs. Harris were, he’d have risked arrest and gone to an agency instead.

“Halloway, if you try to tuck another rug over my knees or about my shoulders, I will turn into a dog and bite you,” Sirius snapped, waving off his anxious valet.

“As you wish, your Grace,” Halloway sniffed. “It would be a shame if Kreacher found you’d caught cold, of course.”

“You have been in my employ for…how long were you at Buckingham House?” Sirius interrupted himself.

“Five years this August, your grace.” Halloway took advantage of his momentary distraction to drop the disputed rug over his knees.

“In any case you’ve been in my particular employ for less than twenty-four hours and you’re invoking Kreacher? For shame, man.”

“Kreacher was exceedingly specific, your grace, as to his expectations of me. I shan’t fail him.”

“Do my own expectations get a look in?”

“Er, no, your grace. Kreacher doesn’t believe they should. He began muttering about trousers and music hall abominations when I asked.”

“We are going to have a chat about that as soon as I feel up to it,” Sirius declared. “We’re all in thrall to Kreacher, aren’t we?”

“I believe we all know that listening to Nanny is in our best interest.”

The first pop of apparition distracted them both. Bailey appeared with Hermione on one arm and Ginny on the other.

“Miss Hermione Granger and Miss Ginevra Weasley, your grace,” Bailey announced and popped out again.

The girls walked up the terrace steps together, stopping just under the pavilion.

“Welcome, both of you,” Sirius began. “Miss Granger, do you accept the protection and sponsorship of my House?”

He held a hand out to her and she did as they practiced with her parents, clasping his hand for a moment and then sliding her hand up to clasp his wrist.

“With the consent of my parents, I do accept,” Hermione answered in a clear, ringing voice.

Their magic surged in response to the oath, hers a sparking lavender and his Family Magic a slinking silver. Tendrils twined together, reminding him of little more than two cats meeting for the first time. Acceptance thrilled through him, the Black magic well pleased to offer shelter to such a magical. Slowly, their magic receded, Hermione’s now bearing the gossamer sheen of the Black Family. She loosed his wrist and stepped back.

“That was…my magic?” She breathed, eyes wide. “I’ve never seen…it’s beautiful.”

“It is, Miss Granger. Welcome to the protection of my House. We shall be well pleased to sponsor you.”

“Thank you, your grace. It is an honor to be given the protection and sponsorship of such a House as this. I only hope I shall bring honor to it.”

“For now, Miss Granger, Mr. Black will do. We’ll work out a compromise acceptable to all parties in the very near future. You’re all so dear to Harry that…well, we won’t say anything more about that for the moment. Sit and be comfortable. Halloway has quite a knack for warming charms.” Sirius unholstered his wand and conjured two chairs.

“Thank you, Mr. Black. I think it was Ron next, and then Fred and George. Mum’s still insisting she can apparate herself,” Ginny explained as she made herself comfortable. “Bailey, I think, is going to win in the end.”

Hermione shook herself out of a reverie and sat as well. “How…are you well?”

Sirius took in the worry in her eyes and the way she bit at her lip and sighed internally. Another one taking on too much responsibility, too many adult worries. Hermione should have thoughts only for her coming OWL year and whatever else the Hermiones of the world enjoyed, not his health and how it would affect Harry and all of it.

“I will be perfectly well soon,” he reassured her. “We’re being extremely cautious at the moment, but in a few more weeks I may not need even a walking stick. The chair is so I don’t have to try all the steps to get back here.”

Hermione nodded and relaxed fractionally. “I’m sure it’s a lovely garden.”

Ginny snorted and Sirius honestly agreed with her.

“We haven’t done much out here. We wanted to wait for your mother, Miss Weasley. She seems to think taming a pleasure garden is great fun.”

“So that’s why she’s had all the gardening catalogs and books out. It is fun for her, though. Mum mostly plans working gardens and things like that at home. Mucking about with flowers and decorative borders and all that will be fun for her.”

Just then, Jefferson and Ron apparated in, Ron looking a bit green.

“Mr. Ronald Weasley,” Jefferson announced before he apparated out.

“Er, thanks,” Ron told thin air.

“Be welcome, Mr. Weasley,” Sirius called to him. “Come up and get out of that drizzle.”

“Nasty sort of a day,” Ron remarked once he made the top of the stairs. “We got caught in a filthy downpour in Brighton. Jefferson’s first rate with drying charms.”

“There are fires and near endless hot water inside,” Sirius assured him, enlarging Hermione’s chair to fit two. “I don’t know what they did to the boiler, but I don’t think it’s ever worked better.”

“Do you think they’d mind if I asked? Only Dad’s been muttering about ours since Fred and George discovered that they really liked scalding showers.”

“Could I listen in? I don’t know anything about magical home repair or appliances,” Hermione added hopefully.

“We’ll have to ask Kreacher. Which…Kreacher, they’re here.” Usually he would say ‘the children are here’, but with three above the age of thirteen, one didn’t wish to insult them.

Kreacher entered with a pop, looking delighted.

“Excellent, your grace. Kreacher will take you up to the…schoolroom floor so you may rest and tidy before an early tea. Mr. Ronald, Kreacher heard about the dousing in Brighton. A bath is waiting.”

The three young people found themselves chivvied toward the terrace entrance to the house, not one of them quite knowing how they got there. Ron and Ginny, at least, had some idea of exactly who Kreacher was in the grand scheme of this sort of family.

“Don’t you want company, Mr. Black?” Hermione asked, turning back.

“Miss Hermione will come with Kreacher.”

Sirius pressed his lips together a moment before he answered.

“Best go in with Kreacher, Miss Granger. Mr. Weasley will clue you in. It’s best, though, if we all listen to Nanny.”

#hp society/the ton #hp the season au #hp the season/the ton au #the poshest bedstead in islington #Sirius black #the servant problem aka they're a bunch of autocratic arseholes ruling your house with an iron will #but they're nice people really

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diedbrave · 1 year ago

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Since Eddie is refusing to cooperate writing wise (he's angsty and thinks he isn't good enough, so sue him), I figured I'd type up some head canons that have been floating around in my brain since I'm on the latest chapter of the IT audio book and it's from Eddie's perspective. Some of these I've already said before, but since this blog is new and I lost all the HC's on my old one, they might be new to you. Who knows. Also some are not so much head canons as much as highlighting things in the book that people forget about Eddie.

Eddie loves cars. One of the first scenes from his perspective in the novel is him watching a bunch of cars passing by on the box cars on the railroad and him wishing he could have one of those one day. He's absolutely the type to splurge on a fancy car, and that's also why he drives for a living. I know people hc him as a bad driver because of the opening scene in Chapter 2, but I feel like that was just because Mike calling him left him so caught off guard. Aggressive, sure, but still a good driver. You almost HAVE to be to live in New York.

The first love of Eddie's live was Bill (sorry to my Reddie loves, especially as I hardcore stan Reddie). It's just like so apparent in the novel that you can't deny it. There's literally a line where Eddie says he remembers he would die for Bill if Bill asked him to, he would just say when and where. He talks about how much he remembers loving Bill (and later adds it was like an older brother or a father but stfu Stephen King that shit was gay). He seems to be the only Loser that can look at Bill and know what he was thinking without Bill having to say a word. It's true love, y'all.

They mention that there's some sort of room (I forget the exact word they used, I'd never heard of it) above Eddie's garage where Richie and Eddie would spend hours just laughing and reading comics. (Eddie's favorite superhero is Spiderman). I definitely imagine that this is where they shared their first kiss if they kissed as teenagers. Either that or the hammock, but. Still. Cute.

There's some sort of hc I want to write about the fact that apparently like all the Losers would sit around and smoke cigarettes while Eddie would just watch them. I always forget that Bill smoked, too, especially since in the new films it really only shows Beverly. I don't know what I want to write about it, but SOMETHING is there. It stuck out to me.

This is one that @scribedhorror and I have already discussed several times, but Eddie is the only one that can call his best friend 'Billy.' It reminds him too much of Georgie. But Eddie calls him that several times in the book, and I imagine it's because Bill feels that sort of fondness towards Eddie that he did towards his brother, seeing as Eddie is the youngest Loser. And smallest. And most vulnerable.

A hc I have said before, but Eddie hates hospitals. He spent so much time there growing up that he spent most of his time learning how to tend to his own wounds so his mom would (hopefully) not even notice. He definitely had a panic attack waking up from his 'coma' (I say coma bc if you know me, Eddie full out died, and the magic of Maturin upon defeating Pennywise brought Eddie back, but he was definitely dead) and knowing that he was in the hospital all alone.

Old hc, but Eddie also had to use a wheelchair for quite a few months after this and go to physical therapy. No way does someone get stabbed through the chest like that and damage most likely his spine and be able to walk all easy peasy again.

Just made this one up based on the miniseries ending, but I imagine that Eddie will sometimes take small acting roles for money alongside Richie when Richie gets cast in films. He doesn't go by Edward Kaspbrak in the credits because he doesn't want anyone to find him (specifically Myra), but I haven't decided yet what his name would be. Either way, he definitely has a few small cameos and is actually fairly decent, but he would never do it full time.

#{what i've got full stock of thoughts and dreams that scatter headcanons}

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fleshybones · 29 days ago

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Collective Soul - Adored, Good Morning After All

Queensryche - I don’t believe in love, silent lucidity

Queen - Mother Love , No One but you, days of our lives, the show must go on, save , love of my life

Written about freddie

Ginger Wildheart

Sorry, the one, one more arrow, the last song, empty garden, candle in the wind- Elton John

Motörhead 1916, love me forever , iron horse

Thinking of you - Lenny kravitz

Song for Emma - Joe Walsh

Rod McKuen - seasons in the sun

Either Way - Chris stapleton

Fade to black - Metallica

Alice In Chains- down in a hole, your decision , don’t follow

Day after Day - badfinger

When a blind man cries, mistreated, child in time, soldier of fortune - deep purple

Maggot brain - funkadelic

You light up my life - Debby Boone

Without You, you’re breaking my heart - Harry Nilsson

Chance - big country

Wildfire - Michael Martin Murphey

Eleanor rigby / the long & winding road, for no one - Beatles

I used to love her GnR

Sylvia’s Mother - dr. Hook

Crying, in dreams - Roy Orbison

Joey - concrete blonde

Silver spring, man of the world, storms - fleet wood Mac

Lost without your love, teddy bear, if, Aubrey , everything I own - bread

Tangerine, thank you - Led Zeppelin

Pictures of you - the cure

She’s gone, solitude, changes - Black Sabbath

Road to nowhere - Ozzy Osborne

Still in love with you - thin Lizzy

Garden of rememberance - phish

Final cut - Pink Floyd , broken bones, in any tongue, jug band blues , two Suns in the sunset , when the tigers broke free , sorrow , the gunners dream , nobody homr

Zzyzx rd / stone sour

Black, just breathe, bitter hands, nothing man, yellow Ledbetter - Pearl Jam

Tangled up in you, something to remind you - staind

It’s raining again - supertramp

The bed, the kids, perfect day - Lou reed

McArthur park

Love hurts, ebony eyes - the everly brothers

Paradise by the dashboard lights

Strange fruit, gloomy holiday - Billie holiday

The last game of the season -David geddes

Say hello to heaven - soundgarden

Keep me in your heart - warren zevon

Alone again - Gilbert

Knights in white satin - moody blues

The weeping song, your funeral my trial, into my arms - nick cave

Breakup - A.C.T

Angel flight - radney foster

In the river - black label society

No one has to cry - the fixx

The dance - Garth brooks

Lost horizons - gin blossoms

Tears of a clown - Smokey Robinson

Lonesome loser- little river band

Les roses blanches - berthe Silva

Bird song - Johnny thunders

It’s only make believe - Conway twitty

Sky blue & black - Jackson Browne

Swithin’s day - dubstar

For Martha - the smashing pumpkins

The sky above the rain - marillion

Motion picture soundtrack, true love waits - Radiohead

Long black limousine - Elvis Presley

Dead boy’s poem - night wish

By the time I get to Phoenix, / glen Campbell Xmas shoes

One more try - George Michael

Bright eyes, sound of silence / art Garfunkel

He went to Paris - Jimmy buffet

Everybody’s been burned - the Byrds

Puff the magic dragon Peter Paul Mary

Racing in the street, streets of Philadelphia, paradise - Bruce Springsteen

Tom waits- Kentucky Ave , closing time

Red gum - only 19

What about me - moving pictures

Fire & rain - James Taylor

New York minute, Heart of the matter - - don henley

Still loving you , daddy’s girl - scorpions

Turn of the century - yes

Honey Bobby goldsboro

Holy mother , the sky is crying - Eric Clapton

Fiddlers green - tragically hip

The last goodbye, lilac wine - Jeff Buckley

The walk - sawyer brown

Peace in the valley

Everything hurts - sad cafe

Sunday morning coming down , solitary man / Johnny cash

Leader of the pack - shangri la’s

Blinded by rainbows - The Rolling Stones

Time in a bottle - Jim Croce

Drive - the cars

& So it goes / billy Joel

Edmond Fitzgerald , if you could read my mind - Gordon lightfoot

When love & hate collide, long long way to go - Def Leppard

Only women bleed- Alice cooper

Farewell, I don’t want to talk about it - rod Stewart

It’s my time - filter

Funeral March - Chopin

Sure got cold after the rain fell - ZZ Top

Catch the wind - donovan

I’ll remember you - bob Dylan

John moreland - you don’t care for me

Anything for you - great white

Summers end - John prine

Darknessdarkneas- the youngbloods

Another day, disappear - dream theatre

Green fields of France - drop kick murpheys

Caroline no - beach boys

Cold turkey, god, I found out - John Lennon

I’ll be true to you - the oak ridge boys

Say hello to heaven - temple of the dog

Another day in paradise - Phil Collins

Reflections of my life - marmalade

Return the wish - Sammy Hagar

Starless - king crimson

After all - David Bowie

It makes no difference - the band

Hollow / pantera

Leave me blind - zodiac

Ready to fly - Lynyrd skynyrd

Save a little room , I’ll get by- Eddie money

The drugs don’t work / the verve

No one compares to u Snead o Connor

Love hurts - Nazareth

Without you - omega

Respect the wind

The day that never comes

That’s how much I feel - ambrosia

Something to believe in / poison

New order- in a. Lonely place

The water boys - too close to heaven

Solitaire - the carpenters

I left my heart in San Francisco

Rise again- disturbed

10cc - not in love

Mercy street - Peter gabriel

Big Balls - AC/DC

Tom petty - echoes

Holocaust - big star

Up the junction - squeeze

Midnight cowboy

Perfect blue building - counting crows

Thank You - Led Zeppelin

Crying in the Chapel - Elvis Presley

Time After Time - Cyndi Lauper

Box of Rain - Grateful Dead

(Don’t Fear) The Reaper - Blue Oyster Cult

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Jenga Chapter 11

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It was almost time for finals and Patton was dying. All this studying was messing with his brain, and he still needed to take up dog walking for some extra cash. Not to mention all the magic stuff he’s been dealing with. It wouldn’t be unreasonable to say that he’s been going through a lot lately. Still, he had his brother, and he had new friends, and that’s really all that mattered, right? Why did it feel like Patton should be doing something, that he wasn’t doing enough? Why was it that everything, while moving so quickly, felt so stagnant at the same time?

Maybe he should focus more on his studies, but it was hard. His brain just wasn’t cooperating with him. It kept wandering, to whatever else he thought was more interesting in the moment. Honestly, at this point, he wasn’t sure if it was worth it to graduate. Maybe it was, but if he was just going to be a dog walker, he didn’t need to have a high school degree. It would be easier than answering the questions on this sheet of paper. Easier than finishing this study sheet that was due this afternoon.

“Patton are you alright?” Mrs. Hanson asked, “you seem to be a bit distracted today.”

“Yeah, I’m fine. Guess I’m just really stressed about finals.”

“You always have been a good student Patton, why don’t you turn that in tomorrow morning instead.”

“Are you sure Mrs. Hanson? I wouldn’t want to…”

“Nonsense! Throughout this semester you have been one of the students who has tried their hardest even when the subject matter has been challenging. I want you to do your best on the finals, you can get the packet in to me tomorrow.”

“Thank you Mrs. Hanson.”

The rest of the day was about as frustrating as that first class, just without the extensions that Mrs. Hanson had given him. He really should be focusing on finals right now. Something to keep him sane. But it was hard. Still, it was important he did his best on these, even if he didn’t see a point, because, at the very least, he wouldn’t get concerned parents. If they cared; well they would, he knew they would. They just weren’t really there, and it was a blessing and a curse. Sure, Patton was still upset and angry that they had used his disability against him, but he still wanted parents; he still loved them. And thoughts like this were exactly why he was struggling this finals season, if he would just focus on the issue at hand he would be fine, but he couldn’t seem to corral his thoughts.

“Ah, Patton, is everything adequate?” Came Logan’s familiar voice.

“I’m fine, just stressed about finals. Who isn’t?”

“That is something perfectly reasonable to be stressed about. Finals are a significant portion of our grade, and considering we are both seniors they are even more paramount. If you would wish we could study for them at my place of residence.”

“Are you sure?” Patton was hopeful that maybe Logan knew of different ways to help him study, although part of him felt like it wouldn’t help at all; leaving him feeling guilty and seemingly more of a failure.

“I am positive that this would be a wonderful course of action. Do you think it would be productive for you to invite the others as well?”

Oh, Logan wanted to hang out with everyone else too. Of course he did, he was friends with them too after all, so Patton hesitantly nodded. Unfortunately for him, Logan didn’t seem to buy it; probably suspecting it to be an act of some kind.

“Patton, if I may postulate, it is quite alright if you do not wish for the others to be there. I had only suggested it because I was unsure if you would retain information better with or without more associates. It is important to me that those I assist are able to collect knowledge to the best of their ability. You are allowed to say that my ideas are less than satisfactory in aiding your learning.”

“Oh, thank you Logan, but it’s really not that big of a deal.”

“Patton, it is not an issue to exclude the others for this. In fact I personally would prefer it this time around.”

“You would?”

“Affirmative, do not misinterpret my words, I do enjoy spending time with them. However, attempting to help and tutor all of them is a challenge I would not enjoy participating in. They can all be a bit obstinate when it comes to their studies.”

“Oh, that makes sense,” Patton sighed. At least if he messed up it would only be in front of Logan. “Yeah, lets have it be just us for now.”

“Agreed. Now, do you know where I reside or do you need me to relay to you my address?”

“I’ve got a better idea. What if I walked home with you? Virgil would understand, and I think he said something about going to the twins place too, so he could head straight there instead of going home first if he wanted.”

Logan seemed to think on it for a moment, before agreeing.

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Patton was excited, he was hopefully going to figure out how to focus on his finals. And probably learn a whole host of other things as well, all things considered. Maybe afterwards he could figure out dog walking logistics with Logan too, if he was okay with it, Patton didn’t want to overextend his stay. Still every little thing helped and he wanted to be prepared for when the tests actually started.

“Patton, I would like to welcome you to my dwelling.”

It was a decent sized house, bigger than Patton’s, but nothing that seemed overly expensive, like Janus’s. Logan gave him a basic tour, showing him everything he would probably need to know since he was staying for a while to study for finals. After a few minutes, he was finally led to Logan’s room, and they sat down, preparing to study.

“So, how exactly does this work? Like, what exactly are you going to do to tutor me?”

“Well, first you will state a subject you need help with. If I may suggest something, starting with the subject that you are having the most trouble with is strongly recommended.”

“Okay, uh, I’m not sure what I struggle with the most.”

“What subject do you despise the most?”

“Probably debate. I’ve managed to skate by for the most part… but it’s not my strong suit.”

“Of course not,” Logan’s immediate response put Patton down a bit. Was it that obvious he was bad at arguing his point? “Debate is a culmination of words, of trying to get the opponent to see your point. While it is a strong tool to use in a verbal disagreement, it is not a suit you can wear. Or at least it is not meant to be, I am sure Roman would be able to come up with some fanciful design for a suit made out of debate flashcards or something of the like.”

“Oh, it was a metaphor.”

“Ah. Apologies.”

“No, you’re fine.”

Logan seemed to think for a minute, staring straight ahead. Patton wondered if he had said something wrong already, or if maybe it was going to be too difficult to teach him.

“I suppose if I am to tutor you in debate tactics that it will be something we do over time. Firstly, do you know how to research arguments for your side of the debate?”

“Not really. I was just kind of hoping that my side would be right.”

“Ah. That is, fundamentally, not how debate works. In debate, you are attempting to get an opponent to acquiesce to your views on the subject matter. Which requires ample research and time to do so. When is your debate final?”

“Next Friday…”

“That is more time than I expected, but less than ideal if we are starting with no research done. What is your topic?”

“I don’t know? She mentioned it a few weeks ago, I have it written down somewhere!”

“Then we should begin by searching for where you wrote down your topic,” Logan was clearly annoyed at this point. “Would you mind if I assisted by looking through some of your notebooks? It has the probability of being helpful in completing this task most efficiently.”

“Oh, uh, sure. Have at it!”

Going through the notebooks was interesting, especially when the first thing Logan did was grab Patton’s backpack and dump it on the floor. Watching as he grabbed one frantically, Patton followed suit but at a much calmer pace.

They sat there for about fifteen minutes, reading through the different journals until Patton couldn’t take the silence anymore.

“So, what do you think about dog walking?”

“What?” Logan’s tone was incredulous, and full of some sort of anger or frustration. “Why are you asking this now, is it pertinent to studying?”

“Yes- well no… well sort of? I don’t know. I was just, I’ve been thinking of dropping out and dog walking. Obviously it’s a bit late to drop out now. But you know, it’s something to do.”

Logan seemed to breathe deeply before responding. “Patton, I invited you to my house to study, not ponder over whether dog walking is a viable career path or not.”

“You’re right, I’ll shut up. Let’s keep looking for the debate topic.”

Logan nodded stiffly at that, and Patton wished he’d never opened his mouth.

Picking up another journal, Patton watched as the pages got blurrier and blurrier. Until something wet hit them.

…

Was he…

“Patton are you crying?”

“I don’t mean to be! I’m sorry!”

Logan sighed a bit, staring up at the ceiling. Seeming to ponder something, probably wondering if he should have never offered to tutor Patton in the first place. After a minute or two he looked back to Patton.

“I suppose I should have been more… careful in how I addressed what you had to say. While you did come here to study, it is apparent that this dog walking venture is taking up a good portion of your conscious memory. Meaning it is important to you.” Logan sighed, humming to himself a bit before saying this next part. “I have come up with a compromise of sorts. If we can study for the first hour of you being here, then we can converse about starting up a dog walking business for the last hour of your visit.”

“Yeah, that would probably be a good idea.” Patton wiped the tears streaming down his face, “sorry.”

“It is of no consequence. I should probably apologize too. After all, it is my less than sensitive phrasing that caused this whole mess.”

“Oh, it’s fine. I shouldn’t have started crying over what you said. I don’t even think I was crying over that.”

“You have been stressed these past few weeks, and clearly this dog walking endeavor is important to you. It is understandable that your emotions would get the best of you. Now, we have a debate topic we must find, so you do not fail that elective.”

“Yeah… it would be horrible if I didn’t graduate because I failed this one class.”

“Precisely why we are studying. Oh, I believe I’ve found it. Are you debating the ethics of colonizing other planets?”

“Oh yes, I think that’s it!”

“Wonderful, the next step is to look into the topic. What knowledge have you already obtained about it?”

“Well, hm… if I’m being honest I don’t know a whole lot about anything to do with other planets.”

With that the both of them launched into discussions of how to research for a topic as well as eventually discussing the other school subjects. It was a bit frighteningly easy for Patton to follow along with what Logan was saying, there were a few hiccups; as Logan kept using words Patton didn’t know, but overall he had been able to keep up with what Logan was saying. It was nice, being able to focus on his studies. Pretending he was at least a somewhat normal student.

After about an hour, Patton was a bit exhausted from studying for so long. He had so many notes on debate, math, and english; Logan had said they’d go through history tomorrow. Sighing, Patton yawned and stretched a bit.

“Would it be agreeable if I were to acquire some form of sustenance for the both of us before we are to discuss this dog walking venture of yours?”

“Yeah, snacks sound good right now, what do you have?”

“Ah. I was thinking we could have a meal, considering it is almost dinner time.”

“Sure! What are we having?”

“I was thinking, if you are amenable to it, that I could make shrimp alfredo. If you are not a fan, however, I will resolve to create something else.”

“Oh, I haven’t had shrimp in a while. I’d be willing to try it!”

Patton noticed as Logan’s eyes lit up, ever so slightly, at the agreement to try the food.

“That is acceptable, if you wish you may remain here as I start to cook the dish.”

“Alright!”

As Logan left the room, Patton lied down on the bed in there staring up at the ceiling. After a few minutes, everything seemed to drown out as he let his eyes rest a bit. It had been a rather long day, after all. In what felt like seconds, but was probably half an hour or so, Patton was being gently shaken awake.

“Apologies if I have startled you. Your food is on the desk over there.”

“Thank you,” Patton yawned, stretching and starting to get up to eat as Logan pulled notebooks out of his bag.

“If earlier discussions are true, you are interested in starting a dog walking business are you not?”

“Yeah,” Patton mumbled through a mouthful of food before swallowing to give a more in depth response. “I just think it would be a good way to earn money, and have some funds stored away.”

“That is understandable. Have you considered, perhaps, inviting the others to join in on this venture? We can work on prices and how best to even the amount everyone is earning at a later date.”

“Oh, alright. And no I hadn’t thought of that. Um… would the others even be interested?”

“Having some source of income, even if it is minimal due to the nature of the business, would be beneficial for everyone. As it would allow us funding for any projects of sorts.”

“Oh okay. That makes sense. I know you said we could talk about pricing and how much everyone gets at a later date. But maybe, if everyone agrees, we could have at least three dog walkers? It would help us get more funds for things.”

“That would be sufficient and efficient. Telling the others should be made a priority, as their help would be beneficial. Most likely, we will be able to figure out funds and payment another time.”

“Yeah, we should tell the others first if we’re wanting their help! Thank you Logan!”

#sanders sides #fanfiction #ts sides #thomas sanders sides #ts patton #patton sanders #ts logan #logan sanders

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discoknack · 6 months ago

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Ohh I wish I could get my brain to cooperate with anything, especially drawing. Anyway scales aren't so bad. Fur has much more surface area to clean! I wonder if the armor might help hide a bit; on the one hand, he's forced to resemble a cosplayer forever. On the other, his insane power level would make him a target wherever the Defense Force scans for that, huh.

The red bear theme reminds me a lot of Knack, hehe.

I'm assuming he's not a ghost for long? Temporary human body, how does that work...? Horrible smell...? Oh, duh! Magic. I imagine Larva 8 gave him quite a scare. Kafka goes to slurp up a little guy like he always does, but then it turns around to help him out with just that! Bet it felt great, though, to be a live warm-blooded(ish?) thing again instead of a memory or husk.

I'm not familiar with Madness Combat, but that route sounds like the poor guy's gonna suffer from sanity slippage. Undergoing tortuous procedures to be transformed into a greater being sounds traumatic as hell. Combine that with Larva 8, who's mainly concerned with kaiju things. You got the tormented human-animal and the... oblivious-to-dignity(?) kaiju-animal. He needs a buddy to help keep him grounded.

Species Swap: Kafka Hibino

I mentioned earlier that species swap are something I haven't really delved with Kafka. (Not including asks for obvious reasons.) Thus here are some ideas that came to mind and will be explored on further in their own potential posts.

Agunimon

Yup, not a Digimon that is in the Angoramon Line or GranDracmon line. (Although Kafka as an eldritch vampire would be an interesting sight.) I figured why not choose a childhood favorite instead.

How Kafka gets into this situation is funnily simple: Cursed Armor. In Digimon Frontier, the Warrior and Beast Spirits resemble armor that need to be collected by the respective chosen. Thus why not twist such a detail to something more...malicious.

Kafka discovers the cursed armor while cleaning the ruins of a hoarder house. A bet from his fellow Sweepers to put the items on is how it happens. Now Kafka doesn't fully look like Agunimon but instead more like a fusion.

Black hair that haphazardly fades to gold, beastlike features such as a bear snout alongside pointy ears hidden under the helmet, his pudgy wrestler body type remains, paw pads, tufts of gold fur, horns, then finally a chubby red dragon tail.

Now Kafka can turn back to human but for at most 6 hours on a good day. Otherwise he's forced to look like a beast. The armor pretty much haunts his wardrobe as it will come back no matter what he does.

If Kafka doesn't wear it from time to time then he runs the risk of his curse condition getting worse. You can bet your ass that his kaiju powers aggravated it even further. Finding body wash for scales is more difficult than fur.

Ghost

Kafka fucking dies! He perishes at the age of 26 after saving someone amidst a kaiju attack. This heroic deed doesn't go unpunished as the man had enough regrets in life(than an obviously violent death) for his spirit to linger.

Now a Shadow type specter, Kafka spends his afterlife trying to protect others and eating kaiju souls. The latter altering his ghostly form into something similar to Snatcher from A Hat In Time. 25 ft long serpentine body with three talon "paw" like hands, fluffy almost velvet fur like texture hide, and a jack-o'-lantern smile that can become sinister in seconds.

The Defense Force classify him as 'The Shadow' from his shadowlike appearance. It isn't uncommon for officers to come across him during missions with many failing to capture or kill the ghost. The Science Department has been trying to uncover scientific ways to do so, not supernatural.

It took some experimentation before he could create a temporary human body to inhabit. (Kafka might've robbed his own grave.) He works at the Monster Sweepers partly cause kaiju corpses often come with "free snacks" in the form of Honju and Yoju. Although a certain mosquito kaiju definitely had a mighty extra kick Kafka wasn't ready to handle.

It somehow made his temporary body "alive" and made his ghostly form more monstrous. Kafka rather not get killed again much less by the Defense Force. A second death can put him down for good.

MAG

Considering how many times Kafka failed the Entrance Exams for the Defense Force, what are the chances someone would take advantage of this? Such as his fate in this specific route where a mysterious man's innocent offer holds insidious motives. Kafka finds himself kidnapped and experimented on using kaiju DNA.

He becomes a MAG through these unethical experiments. A type of huge supersoldier known for their heightened aggression, unmistaking power but also programmed to take orders from handlers(like Madness Combat). Luckily Kafka manages to escape before he could be programmed into an 'attack dog'.

His MAG form stands around 15'6 with dark grey scales covering his sides/arms/legs/facial cheeks, long stretched mouth full of sharp jagged teeth like his kaiju form, long claws, pale red spikes on back/shoulders, raptor like feet, long black scaly tail, slitted red eyes and white piercing horns. Kafka's fate is split between two possible routes.

One route is being found by the Monster Sweepers who look after their mutated coworker. The other leads to Mina whose investigating the massacre of the very shadow organization that turned Kafka into a monster and linked various disappearances involving flunked examinees. It isn't hard to recognize her old friend despite his monstrous new form.

A certain small Kaiju might make things more chaotic in the process. Kaiju No.8 gonna look scarier and more aggressive than just bigger that's for sure. Although it might help Kafka compress his MAG form better with something to help stabilize it. Wouldn't make him human again but at least he can walk in building without needing to duck as much.

What do you guys think? For those curious, this is Angoramon and GranDracmon.

#zzz #sonicasura #discoknack #species swap

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blues824 · 2 years ago

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could you do the obey me brothers with a mc who hasnt celebrated christmas for a long time so they completely brushed it off, but end up really excited and kind of teary eyed at seeing all the brothers celebrating with them?

sorry if this is worded in a confusing way, my brain is scrambled rn💀

Don’t even worry, fam. We all got those days. If I don’t get another request from you, then I wish you a Merry Christmas!

Lucifer

He knows all about Christmas and how it’s a big deal in the human world. He’s seen the huge Christmas Tree in Time Square (bro I wish). He’s witnessed all the traditions for it as well. What he’s surprised about is that you don’t give it any thought.

So what does he do? He asks you about it, of course! You explain that you haven’t really celebrated it in a while, so you just treated it like any other winter day. You didn’t give it much thought, but Lucifer was scheming and planning.

He got Diavolo, Barbatos, Solomon, Simeon, Luke, Mephistopheles, Thirteen, Raphael, and his brothers on board. They were all going to surprise you with a Christmas party. They all agreed that you deserved it with all your hard work, after all.

So they all got to work. The oldest brother was impressed with everyone’s cooperation on this project, but he wasn’t gonna question or complain. He was the one that kept you out of the house all day as the others set the surprise up. He treated you to a nice lunch

When you came back, he opened the door for you. Upon that happening, you were attacked with the smell of gingerbread and peppermint. The house was completely decked out in decorations. Lucifer could feel his heart swell with pride as he heard you gasp out of pure shock and amazement, tears of joy leaking from your gorgeous eyes.

You went to hug the living daylights out of everyone. When everyone explained that it was your beloved Avatar of Pride’s idea to surprise you, you ran into his arms and pulled him into a kiss. Solomon used some magic to levitate some mistletoe over the both of you, and Asmo got the money shot. It would be a Christmas you could never forget.

Mammon

He has seen it all over Devilgram. Everyone was getting holiday pictures of their significant other or their families, and he can’t say that he wasn’t at least a tad bit jealous. Then he realized: you didn’t show any hype towards the holiday.

As a result, he decides that he’s gonna go out and buy you a bunch of presents. Whether you aren’t as enthusiastic or just had a bad experience, he’s gonna try and make this Christmas one you will remember forever.

He asks all of his brothers to get you to partake in typical Christmas activities. Sure, he wishes he was the one to build the gingerbread houses or help decorate the tree, but he put in the special request that he be the one to pick you up so you could put the star on the tree.

He had Asmo sending him half-hour updates on how you were doing. He grew a bit worried when he was receiving the messages that you looked a bit more downcast than usual. He knew that he had to hurry to get back to you.

Once he gets back to the HoL, he texts you and tells you to come outside. Once you open the door, you are met with your Avatar of Greed. He has the smuggest grin as he gives you some bags from a variety of different stores. You set them down and jumped into his arms, giving him a kiss.

While still carrying you, he marches you over to the tree, where he has to put you down and turn you around so that you are also facing the evergreen fir. He hands you the star, and he picks you up. You hold the tree in place as you put the star on the tree, where he looks up and sees that tears are streaming down your face and you are smiling.

Leviathan

Devilgram, Deviltube, even his freaking Email was flooded with Christmas deals on anime merchandise. He already bought the both of you a bunch of gifts, but he still felt as if something was missing. He realized that while he did buy you stuff, nothing was unique.

So he got to work. Night and day, he was working on his most precious and valuable present for you. You see, it was a romance simulator where you and he were the main love interests. There was only one ending, the ending where you both get so far in the relationship that he gets down on one knee on Christmas.

However, he knew that it would take you a while to get to that point. What he forgot about was that while he was working on this, he was neglecting you. You, as a result, grew sadder and sadder.

Once he deems it finished, he texts you to come to his room. When he sees that you were upset because of him, he feels horrible. On the plus side, he got you merch and made you a game that you should play… like right now.

He will have you sitting on his lap while you play. Please don’t look at his face, otherwise his already red face will become even redder. He loves seeing your surprise at the insane graphics and the great storyline.

He gets worried when tears start to fall out of your eyes. He asks you if you don’t like the gifts, but then you wrap your arms around his neck and give him a very long kiss. It took him a few minutes to actually reciprocate, but he was happy with this unexpected outcome.

Satan

Has most definitely read classic novels that detail family holiday celebrations, and most definitely wants to recreate the most romantic ones with you. He most definitely takes you out and gets a scope of the area.

He took you ice skating, which was quite the experience. You see, depending on your level of experience you both either danced on the rink with each other or he had your hands in his, leading you while also keeping you stable.

At one book store you both entered, the owner had put a branch of mistletoe over the door post. You and Satan both looked up and you gave him a quick peck on the cheek. He made sure to close the door behind you.

What you didn’t know is that he knew what he was doing. Asmodeus was following you both, making sure to get the best pictures he could of the two of you in the moment rather than pausing it to preserve a smiling picture.

His plan was to get the film developed and make you a picture book that he has written, where under each picture, there was a reason why he loved you. 31 reasons, to be exact. For each of the days of December.

When he gave it to you at the end of the day on a bench, he grew a bit worried when he saw tears falling from your eyes. Then you grabbed him by his collar and pulled him into a passionate kiss. He was more than willing to continue, but considering you were out in public, he pulled away after a few seconds. You laid your head on his shoulder and you both just basked in each other’s company.

Asmodeus

He would take you to those places that have the Christmas themed photo backgrounds and take a whole bunch of pictures to post on his Devilgram. He even just sneaks some in-the-moment pictures to keep for himself. His camera roll is filled with photos of you.

Then he took you on a shopping spree. A lot of the shelves were empty because of other demons taking advantage of the Christmas discounts, but Asmo had already purchased all of your Christmas gifts. One of the cashiers had told you that you both make a cute couple.

You both made many memories that day. You spent it laughing and loving, and that’s how Asmo prefers it. So when you say that you haven’t celebrated Christmas in a long time, he was astonished. He’s a party animal, so he had the Shocked Pickachu face.

Once you both went back to the House of Lamentation, he sat you down in the living room and went to his room to retrieve your gifts from under his bed. He got you a lot of stuff that he wrapped in very fancy and elegant wrapping paper. But he knew which one he would give you first.

Going back to the living room, he placed the item in your lap. It was a teddy bear that was holding a heart, with ‘I love you, Y/N’ stitched into it. It was a simple gift, but to know that he went through the trouble of stitching the message…

He grew panicked when he saw the tears falling. However, every ounce of fear that he felt was washed away when you pulled him into a big hug. You uttered a small thank you through sniffles and he understood that they were tears of joy.

Beelzebub

Would love to spend the day in the kitchen with you. Have you ever heard the phrase, “the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach”? Well, this is proved true with this guy. He would watch you bake cookies and would help you decorate them.

Whenever he looks at you, he has hearts in his eyes. He’s just so down bad for you. He also loves when you smile, so he’ll swipe some icing on your nose. That starts an icing war between the two of you, which ends up in the two of you spending 30 minutes cleaning.

When you both went to the living room to relax, he pulled you close to him and started cuddling the heck out of you. As you were cuddling, you both conversed about how you both celebrated the holidays in years past.

He was a bit shocked when you say you didn’t really celebrate for a long time. He then remembered that you said it in passing a little bit ago. He also remembered that he got you a couple of gifts while he was out eating, so he carried you to his room.

There, he handed you your presents one by one. They weren’t anything big, but they were sentimentally valuable. First was a pair of matching bracelets so that you’re always connected somehow. Next was a bunch of snacks he purchased. As he handed you the presents, he noticed that your hand started to shake.

He looked into your face and saw that you were on the verge of crying. He was about to ask what was wrong before you placed your hands on the sides of his face and pulled him into a kiss. He was taken by surprise, to say the least, but melted into it after a second.

Belphegor

Doesn’t want to go anywhere. He would rather sleep the day away with you. However, humans need food so he walks to the kitchen with you. Like Beel, he would watch as you made some Christmas themed meal for the both of you.

Before, he never knew how Lilith could love such a weak being. However, he changed. Now he’s staring at you with a lovesick gaze and grin, thanking the stars for letting him be this lucky. He walked up behind you and wrapped his arms around your torso, grateful to have you in his life.

You lean back in his grasp, and you both are just talking about anything and everything that came to mind in the moment. Every few seconds, you turn your head and give him a kiss. If anyone walked in, they would walk out so as to not disturb this moment.

When you say that it’s been a while since you’ve celebrated the holiday season, he has a subtle smirk. You see, he already knows because he’s heard you say it before. He’s prepared for this months in advance.

He had a little space on a hill all set up for a picnic under the stars. He had little fairy lights wrapped around the trees to give off a fair amount of light. But he grew panicked when you started crying but you just pulled him into a tight embrace, whispering a small thank you.

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dessarious · 3 years ago

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What Comes After Pt1

And once again, no idea where I’m going with this but here’s another god knows how long it will be fic. Yes I’m still working on all my other’s they’re just not cooperating at the moment lol.

TW - Suicide and suicidal thoughts

Ladybug stood on what was left of the Eiffel Tower, eyes moving from building to building cataloging the damage. Total loss, likely no survivors. Structural collapse imminent. Roof caved in but structurally sound otherwise. Her brain took it in with no real understanding of the carnage. Her heartbeat sounded far too loud in her head. When she heard boots land behind her she didn’t move.

“The fight is over, why haven’t you cast your cure?” The gruff sound of Batman’s voice brought despair but she pushed it back as she turned to look at him and his team. Even though she couldn’t see their eyes she could tell none of them would meet her gaze except their leader.

“You knew.” Her tone was flat and the others flinched. She felt rage boiling under her skin but she was too drained to let it out. They knew Chat was working with Hawkmoth and hadn’t told her.

“We had our suspicions, but no concrete proof. We couldn’t risk you tipping him off if we were right.” If she had any energy left to spare she would have strangled the man with his own cape.

“You agreed to inform me of everything you found. You have no understanding of the magic in use here and that information could have prevented this.” She never should have agreed to let them into Paris. Never should have trusted that they would hold up their end of the bargain.

“Your cure will fix it. You took down Hawkmoth, that's the important thing.” She really wished she didn’t have to start looking for survivors so she could shove that condescending attitude down his throat, but Paris still needed her.

“I already cast it, that’s why the city is no longer on fire. You meddled in things you do not understand and now Paris is paying the price.” The casualty count was going to be horrendous. Her eyes trailed along the buildings again, unconsciously coming to a stop on the bakery. Total loss, likely no survivors. Her parents never left the building during Akuma attacks. She couldn’t focus on that now. “I have to go help the rescue crews.”

“You’ve always been able to fix it before, why not now?” He sounded angry, as if she was withholding her full power out of spite. As if she would make Paris pay for his stupidity.

“The Ladybug and Black Cat Miraculous are not meant to work counter to each other. This is what happens when it does. Had you told me of your suspicions I could have benched Chat and taken his Miraculous.” Her tone still just sounded dead but she couldn’t do anything about it.

“If that had happened Hawkmoth would have been alerted and who knows what he would have done.” She was starting to crack, she could feel it. She needed to get away from them.

“Whatever it was, I would have been able to fix it. This is exactly why I made you swear to give me all the information you found. Paris lies in ruins and you had the power to stop it.” It was an exaggeration. The city was devastated yes, but it looked like maybe only one in twenty buildings had suffered significant damage. It could be rebuilt, but the people of Paris would take far longer to recover.

“This is not our fault.” She wanted to scream, or cry, or rage at the injustice of it all, but she couldn’t. She was Ladybug and her city needed to see her calm. They needed her to take care of them now more than ever.

“No. It’s mine for believing that I could trust you. It is not a mistake I’ll be making again.” She jumped off the beam without waiting for a reply, heading to where she was most needed to save lives. Away from her home, even though that’s where she most wanted to be. Later she would process the fact that her parents were gone. Now, she just went from building to building gauging the likelihood of survivors. She felt dead inside and couldn’t honestly bring herself to care.

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128,356

The number was burned into her mind. The final death count from the last confrontation with Hawkmoth and Chat Noir. It seemed far too high until she realized that Chat had been targeting Akuma shelters. He’d wanted a higher death toll, hoping it would get her to agree to make a wish. She’d never had an actual number before. When everyone was brought back, no one seemed to care how many had died. Now it was just a constant reminder of her failure. Her arrogance. She should have seen what was going on.

The rebuilding effort was slow. It would have been nice if the Justice League had followed through on their promise to help in the aftermath, but there was some sort of emergency and they couldn’t spare the resources anymore. Ladybug did what she could to help. She hosted fund raisers and went to functions to try and keep spirits up. She went to every public wake or funeral she could to apologize to the families. Far fewer people blamed her than she felt should.

She held press conferences with the Mayor weekly to update everyone on the state of the city, and announce new projects or programs. Until one day she just couldn’t do it anymore. She used the forum to announce her retirement. The city was healing and they had most of the money they needed. They would be fine without her and she couldn’t be here anymore. She couldn’t take the guilt and the pain that just walking around Paris brought. Two months after the last battle, Ladybug was simply gone.

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“Miss Dupain-Cheng!” Marinette groaned as she recognized the voice yelling her name. She knew it was a bad idea to come here but the university had one of the best business programs and a decent fashion curriculum as well. Audrey had suggested it because she thought Marinette would benefit far more from a business degree than having teachers criticizing her designs when she was already running a profitable commission business. She kept walking, hoping that the person who yelled at her would give up. She should have known her luck wasn’t that good.

Nightwing dropped in front of her and she debated just walking around him but she had a feeling that wouldn’t stop him. Last she checked, Signal was the only one normally out during the day which meant he’d likely come out here just to talk to her. It also meant they were monitoring her movements, and likely anyone connected to the Miraculous. Granted that was just her and Chloe who were not in jail, at least that they knew about. Nightwing’s grin faltered as she glared at him but he quickly returned to his cheery persona.

“Hello I’m-”

“I know who you are. What do you want?” He frowned at her.

“I see Ladybug poisoned the well. That’s rather unprofessional.” She felt her eye twitch and had to stop herself from punching him.

“Of course you would blame her. Obviously no Parisian would put together the timeline and realize the Justice League left them to fend for themselves in their time of need. Now, you stalking me on the other hand, that’s unprofessional.” He sputtered something that seemed to be a denial but there weren’t any words that she could make out. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to be going. My ride is waiting.”

“Do you know how to contact Ladybug? Or where she is?” Marinette blinked at him. What the hell? They had absolutely no reason to be looking for her.

“I wouldn’t tell you if I did. As far as I know, no one has seen or heard from her since that last press conference. Honestly I wouldn’t be surprised to find out that she was one of the almost two thousand suicides that happened in the months after that last fight.” A lot of people had lost everything in that fight, her included, and she’d definitely thought about it. If there was anyone else to take over as Guardian, she probably would have. Audrey and Chloe had convinced Andre to take her in once they found out about her parents and they were honestly the only thing that kept her from completely falling apart.

“She wouldn’t have done that.” He sounded like he was trying to convince himself more than anything but she still rolled her eyes at him.

“I apologize. I didn’t realize I was talking to an expert on Ladybug’s mental state. Since you know her so well, you should have no problems finding her on your own. Are we done?” he didn’t seem to be able to come up with a response so she walked around him.

“We’re not the bad guys here.”

“Yes, and Batman threatening our Mayor’s career and livelihood to force him to contact Ladybug was a really stand up thing to do. Especially since he never had a way to do it in the first place.” Nightwing froze for just a second, but it was enough.

“Your Mayor has a tendency to exaggerate.” He was trying to put on an air of indifference but his posture was ridged

“I was in the room at the time, but feel free to keep digging yourself a deeper hole.”

“There wasn’t anyone else in the room.” It was an automatic response and he seemed far more surprised at it than she did. Marinette grinned at him.

“There’s a reason for the phrase ‘quiet as a mouse’. Just because you, Batman, and Spoiler didn’t see me, doesn’t mean I wasn’t there, recording the conversation.” His mouth actually dropped open as she named the people who’d been there, and snapped shut when she mentioned the recording. She’d been all for using it to go after them in a public forum, but Andre had suggested keeping it until they needed it.

“I’m sure if it sounded like that it was just translation issues. Things get muddled all the time.” She raised an eyebrow at him wondering if he could hear how weak his argument sounded.

“That might be a good excuse if not for the fact that Batman is on record as being fluent in french. It was the main reason the Justice League sent you lot to Paris in the first place.” Watching Nightwing fumble for words should have been amusing but she just felt drained. “Look, just drop all this surveillance and stalking garbage and no one will ever know that recording exists. Leave me and Chloe alone because neither one of us will lead you where you want to go. If Ladybug is alive she obviously doesn’t want to be found and until she does nothing you do will make a difference.” She tried to walk away again but his soft voice stopped her.

“Do you really think she’s dead?” She wanted to say yes, just to get them off her back but she couldn’t.

“No. She wouldn’t just abandon all her responsibilities like that. No matter how much she wanted to.” And, oh, how she’d wanted to. All the Miraculous went back into the box after the last battle except hers. Even then she’d renounced Tikki anytime she didn’t need to transform. She couldn’t handle the guilt of her failure and the ultimate disappointment from the Kwami.

“She abandoned Paris.” Marinette’s rage began bubbling up but she forced it down. The Bats knew nothing about Paris.

“Believe what you want. Just leave us the fuck alone.”

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“It really does have the best business program.” Chloe’s words caused Marinette to groan and drop her head to the table with a satisfying thud. She knew that before they started talking about it, she was just hoping Chloe would have a different opinion. “I’ll go with you, it won’t be that bad.”

“How is you beating the shit out of any Bat you come across not that bad?” Chloe gave an amused snort but Mari was serious. She hadn’t told anyone she’d been Ladybug, or that she was still the Guardian, but Chloe was still overly protective of her. Not to mention what the Bats tried to pull with her father. When she’d mentioned that the Bats were obviously monitoring them she’d had to stop Chloe from going back to Gotham.

“You told them to stay away from us. If they don’t, they deserve what they get.” Marinette shot her a flat look. They both knew they weren’t just going to stop tracking them because Marinette said so. They were literally the Bats only lead to get to Ladybug.

“Chloe, you know damn well they’re going to be bothering us constantly. Not to mention do we really want to move to a city where people die in rogue attacks on a daily basis?” As a Guardian, Gotham called out to her to help restore the balance, but as the only Guardian she wasn’t certain it was a risk she should take. If something happened to her… If they were going to do this she was going to have to come up with a plan incase of death far quicker than she’d wanted.

“We’ll get a house outside of town and the university itself isn’t targeted very often for some reason. Probably because the size of the campus makes pulling together a decent amount of hostages difficult.” Marinette could only blink at her. Chloe must have started looking into this weeks ago, before Marinette even went to the school.

“You really just want to confront them don’t you?” She just continued tapping on her phone but Marinette saw a small smile form. “Honestly Chloe, do you really think it’s a good idea to piss them off on their territory? What I did was bad enough.” She should have been prepared for it but it hadn’t occurred to her that she would run across any of them in a three hour trip. She’d let her emotions get the better of her.

“What you said was not nearly enough. Especially if they still think Ladybug did anything wrong. The mighty Batman needs to be taken down a peg or two until he can finally admit he’s not infallible.” Well she wasn’t wrong, but Marinette still didn’t think them going on the offensive was a good idea. Maybe they would be content to continue monitoring them from a distance.

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That hope barely made it through her first class. As she was trying to leave the building she was blocked by a man and when she looked up he was shooting her the same smile he had as Nightwing. Why could nothing in her life go right?

“Hi! I’m Richard-”

“What the fuck is wrong with you? Don’t think for a minute that you being in civies gives you a pass to follow me.” He just gaped at and she rolled her eyes. “Move.” He didn’t so she tried to go around him but he wouldn’t let her.

“Miss, I think there’s been a mistake I’m-”

“You’re Nightwing and you need to move and leave me alone unless you want Batman to be embarrassed on every news station I can find contact information for.” She managed to push past him while he panicked but before she could get clear he reached out to grab her arm.

“Hang on, I have no idea what you’re talking about. I’m just volunteering for the university to help new students get settled. Not everyone in Gotham is a vigilante.” Was he really trying to convince her that she was crazy? Coming here was such a terrible idea.

“That fake smile of yours is a dead give away.” He actually pouted at her.

“My smile is not fake. I-” A fist came out of nowhere and the man was on the ground with Chloe glaring murder at him.

“Keep your hands off my sister you creep.” She didn’t yell but the words were loud enough to gain the attention of students milling about. Murmurs started and the man looked even more panicked.

“Now hang on, this is just a big misunderstanding.” He was scanning the area but Marinette wasn’t sure if he was looking for an escape or a way to salvage the situation.

“Oh, so I didn’t just see you block my sister from exiting a building and then, when that didn’t work, you put your hands on her without her consent. What exactly am I misunderstanding?” The murmurs grew louder and his expression turned harder.

“Look I was just trying to help-”

“We don’t need your help. Let’s go.” Chloe wrapped an arm around her shoulders and tugged her away before she could say anything, not that she was sure she wanted to. She did take pleasure in the fact that there was already a bruise forming on the man's jaw where Chloe had hit him.

“Good form on the punch, though I’m going to assume you didn’t give it your all since his jaw isn’t broken.” Chloe had been taking a number of martial arts and kickboxing lessons since the first time she became Queen Bee. She sometimes forgot exactly how dangerous Chloe could be.

“I figured you would object to me sending someone to the hospital on our first day. I also didn’t hear any of the conversation so I didn’t want to be accused of overreacting.” Given that Marinette had purposely kept her voice low she wasn’t surprised. She turned to look back at the crowd and found some whispering, a few were snickering at the man on the ground but one was outright laughing and Nightwing flipped him off. So probably another bat then. Her gaze went to the rooftops next and she caught sight of Spoiler. When the vigilante looked her way she offered a wave. The girl started and immediately backed out of sight but not before Chloe saw her as well. “Seriously? They couldn’t just leave us be for one day?”

“Well, you’ll at least be happy to know that you punched Nightwing in the face.” Marinette winced as soon as the words came out. Was she planning on telling Chloe? Absolutely, but she really should have waited until they got home. She had to physically stop the girl from turning back. “Now it would definitely seem like an overreaction. Don’t worry, I highly doubt this is the last we’ll see of them. You’ll have more than enough of an opportunity to beat the shit out of someone I’m sure.”

“I’d fucking better.” The words came out in a growl more than anything else. She was going to be in a foul mood the rest of the day.

“Maybe we should just skip the rest of our classes for the day and go home. You’re not in the right frame of mind to learn anything and I just want to not be stared at for a while.” She’d felt eyes on her since they got to the campus and it was making her skin crawl. Even when she knew where it was coming from it didn’t help the paranoia. Chloe turned from murderous to concerned in an instant.

“We’ll look into switching as many of our classes to online as possible. That will cut down on the time we have to be somewhere they can watch us.” It seemed like running away but at this point Mari was fine with that. She wasn’t here to socialize or make connections. She had more than she needed already. She was here to get her degree and get out. The sooner the better at this point. “Maybe we should just drop out and try somewhere else.” She had no idea what Chloe saw on her face but it couldn’t have been pleasant.

“No, it’s fine. We’ll go as much online as we can and everything will be fine. And we can always head back to New York for a couple weeks if we need to. I’m not going to let a furry and his menagerie keep me from getting the best education I can.” Chloe let out a bark of laughter.

“There’s the snark I know and love. Come on, let's get home and call Mom. She’ll know what we need to do.”

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Marinette couldn’t quite get a handle on what she was seeing. She’d been in their garden, sketching and minding her own business, when voices dragged her back to reality. Upon looking up she found Gotham’s Sirens gathered in front of her, studying her. Because that wasn’t creepy. And they just continued to stare at her, so now it was awkward. She was about to say something when a thought hit her. Marinette turned to glare at Catwoman. She looked taken aback but the other two were sniggering to themselves.

“You’re dating Batman.” The woman looked confused but nodded. Before she could actually say anything Marinette broke into a string of curses that had all of them looking at her like she was possessed. “You can tell that egotistical, stalking piece of trash to go to hell. I’m so tired of this bullshit! I should be able to have privacy in my own fucking home and he sends you here. Sending his team to surveil us as civilians didn’t work and he thinks this will? Chloe! We’re going to dismember a flying rodent!”

“About damn time!” Chloe rushed out of the house only to jerk to a stop when she spotted the Sirens. “What the actual fuck?”

“Okay, wait, I think there’s been some type of misunderstanding. I have no idea who you are and Batman definitely didn’t send me here.” Chloe cocked her head studying the woman.

“She’s not lying.” After growing up around politicians and business owners who were always looking to benefit themselves, Chloe had developed an impressive ability to tell when people were being truthful. “But why exactly are you here then?”

“That would be because of me.” Marinette just frowned at Poison Ivy as she stepped forward. “The plants in the area have suddenly started thriving far beyond what they normally do in or around Gotham, other than the plants I tend to myself. I wanted to find the source and they led me to you.”

“Me?” She couldn’t help the disbelief in her tone.

“Yeah that makes sense.” Her head whipped around to Chloe only to find that she was completely serious.

“How does that make sense?” Chloe just rolled her eyes.

“You’re a nurturer Mari. You take care of everyone and everything around you. It was literally your entire personality before…” She grimaced and looked away. “Before shit happened. It makes sense that they’d be drawn to that energy.” Poison Ivy gave a thoughtful hum.

“I can sort of feel what she’s talking about. The plants are very fond of you and more than a little upset that you’re in pain.” Mari felt her eye twitch and focused on a point beyond all of them.

“Not exactly thrilled about that myself.” Her mumbled response brought concerned looks from all the women and Mari started feeling like the air was too thin.

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Chloe could only sigh as Mari ran into the house. She wasn’t ready to open up or be comforted yet and nothing anyone said or did was going to change that fact. Everyone else just chalked up her attitude to survivor’s guilt but Chloe was certain there was more to it. As much as she wanted to know what it was, she wouldn’t push. It wouldn’t do any good anyway. Catwoman let out an awkward cough.

“So what’s your beef with the World’s Greatest Detective?” Chloe sneered at the words, she couldn’t help it.

“Greatest Detective my ass. If he could do his job he wouldn’t be stalking us.” None of the women seemed to know if they should be amused or concerned. “He’s trying to find Ladybug and hit a dead end that he thinks we’re the answer to. It’s pathetic really.”

“Ladybug? You mean that Parisian hero that blames him for what happened?” Chloe felt her spine stiffen and she wanted nothing more than to either follow Mari or go find a Bat to rip apart. How dare he make this about him.

“If that’s what he said he’s a liar or delusional. The only person Ladybug blames for what happened is herself. She doesn’t even blame that stupid fucking cat for what he did. She should have figured it out sooner, she should have prevented it, she should have been a better hero.” The hero was with her father constantly to help with everything and Chloe had heard every self condemnation that she threw at herself. No matter what anyone else said, she ‘knew’ the blame lay with her and there was no getting through to her. “If he’s looking for an apology he can go straight to hell. There’s no way I’d even attempt to find a way to contact her just so he can pile on to the shitstorm she already suffered. Assuming she can even be found.”

“You think she gave up being a hero?” Chloe winced at Catwoman’s question. She really hadn’t meant to say that last part out loud.

“Given that she hasn’t been seen in over a year I'd say that's obvious.” The women shared a look she couldn’t decipher before Harley Quinn stepped closer to her.

“What did you mean then?” The question was soft, almost as if she was worried if she was too loud it would stop Chloe from answering, or make her run away.

“In public, Ladybug forced herself to be perfect. She never faltered, never broke down. After that last press conference, she had a meeting with my father and I ran into her as she was leaving.” That entire encounter was burned into her brain. The guilt she carried for not saying more was useless and she knew it but it didn’t stop it from gnawing at her. “The look in her eyes… it was the same look my friend Sabrina had the day before she killed herself… the same look Mari has everytime she thinks about Paris.” That was why she stuck to Mari like glue whenever possible. She didn’t blame Sabrina. That final battle had been bad enough but she’d watched Chat Noir literally rip her father apart on live TV. Finding out it was actually Adrien had broken what little control she had left. Chloe hadn’t understood what that dead look in her eyes truly meant until after the fact.

Harley pulling her into a hug interrupted her thoughts. She hesitated before returning it. Her mother had gotten better but she still wasn’t physically affectionate and she tried very hard not to lean on Mari emotionally given everything that had happened. This was really nice. When she looked at the other two, Ivy was staring worriedly and the house and Catwoman was glaring in the direction of Gotham proper. The seemed to both shake off their thoughts at the same time and began whispering while Harley continued to hug her and rub her back in a soothing manner. She felt like that should worry her but she couldn’t muster the energy for it.

#maribat #batman salt #tw suicide #tw suicidal thoughts #gore #but not much #marinette dupain cheng #chloe burgeois #Selina Kyle #Harley Quinn #Poision Ivy #nightwing pulled the short straw #Marinette has no more fucks to give #overprotective chloe

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bowandcurtsey · 3 years ago

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Hello Hello!

I was wondering if you could do Headcanons of Some of the Black Bull Members reacting to a Gn! reader who has this powerful magic (Which is up to you!) and they see it for the first time!

So the reader doesnt like using their magic a lot because they were bullied for it (Reason why is up to you!) So they are insecure about their magic!

But desperate times call for desperate measures! So during a mission they had to show the full extent of their magic and the Boys/Girls/Members are just blown away by it!

If you could add Yami and Asta in it That would be great! But other then those two you can do whoever you like from the Black Bulls!

ALSO!

I just wanted to say I love your writing! It’s truly amazing! I wish I could write like you! You’re also an amazing person! Keep up the good work!

Remember to eat, drink, and get enough sleep!

Take care <3

Oh bby, thank you for the compliments (〃´∀｀〃) You're too kind, really! Want to know a tip? Just start writing and continue doing it! i'm sure you'll improve! AND AND Maybe you do already write well!! Don't doubt yourself!

There's a similar fic about a powerful reader I wrote not too long ago, you can find it here!

Yami | Asta | Nacht x f! reader

Yami Sukehiro

Yami already knew you were powerful because of your ki. He knew you held back your powers from the look in your eyes. He was, after all, your other half.

When he first saw your full blown power, he gave a low whistle and went: "That's my girl," and he smirks his signature shit eating smirk.

He was so proud I'm telling ya, he most probably flaunts it to Julius which also goes all sparkly eye about it.

Would totally flaunt it to Nozel and Jack just to piss them off.

But anyway, when he first got the chance to, he would totally come up to you and compliment you. But y'know, not anything fussy because this man tries to act all cool about it.

Probably something like, "that was some godly ass spell, baby."

Eventually you told him that you were always made fun of whenever you used your power in the past, so you were self conscious about it.

"Tell me who are they, Imma whoop their ass when I see them" he'd say at first, just to goof around and make you laugh.

But eventually he'll tell you, "you don't have to care about what others think of you baby, you know that you're an exceptionally amazing magic user yourself."

Basically just good ol Yami being a sweetheart and daddy.

Asta

This boy always believed you were an amazing person. Well he thinks that everyone is amazing no matter what, especially so when you're his other half.

But when you released your ultimate magic, his jaws dropped and his eyes were widened in shock.

He was so dazzled by your powers, there was tears in the corner of his eyes. because he was so proud of you for achieving this level of power.

When he realises that you had this power in you all along, he definitely gets mind blown and he gets stunned momentarily.

And when he finally gets his head around it, his mouth and his brain could not cooperate. "WHAYY??"

"I mean, WHY?? AND WHAT makes you think this way?!"

"Aren't they the same meaning babe?" you had to ask him.

But anyway, you told him that it was because you got beaten up by your parents when you were younger whenever you used too much of your magic and overpowered your brothers. It didn't look good on the men in the family.

Again he was bewildered by how your family thought, but he didn't want to hurt your feelings by saying anything nasty about your family.

Instead, he told you, "babe, from now onwards, can you always unleash your full potential and even surpass your limits? We can train together and protect each other!"

Nacht Faust

He remained all cool and he barely flinched when he witnessed your powers. But just a glimmer of a second, his lips curled upward in a tiny smile.

Deep inside, he was genuinely surprised since he always thought he needed to protect you. After thinking about it, he knew from your personality that you were a strong and resilient person, so having this extent of magic shouldn't be that far fetched.

He would then casually tease you about it. "Didn't know my sweet little kitten was actually a lioness~"

Of course you were already back to your usual humble self, and denied that you were really strong.

He eventually asked why did you supress your powers all the time and you told him that it was because in war it's never a win-win but a lose-lose, and you don't really like the idea of that and that you feel anxious when you killed someone.

He immediately understood. You were just too kind and would only use your magic to heal instead to harm.

From then on, he still continued to protect you so that you didn't need to fight. He would never let you do anything you didn't like to do.

-end-

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eleanorfenyx · 2 years ago

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For the ask game:

What is the perfect environment for you to write in?

Do you prefer to write AUs, canon divergence, or canon-compliant fic?

Is there a trope you haven’t written yet but really want to?

What is your most underrated fic?

What is a line/scene you’re really proud of? Give us the DVD commentary for that scene.

What’s your favorite minor character you’ve written?

♥ Thank you for sending something back! Also in order of asking (and with the numbers of the asks fixed as promised lol):

(here's the link to the askgame for anyone curious)

5: Perfect environment to write in? - I wish I could say it's something nice and healthy-sounding like at my desk with a cup of hot chocolate yada yada yada but it is, unfortunately, in the dark in the middle of the night writing furiously on my phone to get my insomnia to be quiet and let me sleep. There's just something about that perfect storm of circumstances that leads me to bang out thousands of words at a time, thumbs flying, even if I'm super stuck every time I open my laptop when I could get so much more done so much faster if my brain would cooperate. So weird!

9: AU's vs. canon divergence vs. canon-compliant? - I've written all three and I really love them all in different ways at different times, but I think my favorite right now is AU's. I've been doing ones inspired by other media as well as just straight AU's (i.e. my Pacific Rim 3zun-centric AU vs. my ensemble/multiship 90's Strip Mall AU) and they're both super fun. I really really love getting to the point where I feel like I know characters well enough that I feel like I can pluck them up out of their source material and redesign their world to something new. Plus I get a really big kick out of people commenting that my characterization still feels realistic to them even when the circumstances are so different from canon.

12: A trope I haven't written but want to? - I think I'd really like to do something with identity porn/mistaken identity/shenanigans. I'm a big fan of miscommunication (done well, not just to draw things out unnecessarily [I have noped out of so many dramas for committing this crime against my sensibilities]) and I think that identity shenanigans can play into that really well. I read a lot of them and I think they're really fun, so I think I'd enjoy doing that sometime. Either that or mind-reading stuff like Cherry Magic AU's and the like, that also seems like such a good time.

16: My most underrated fic? - Hmm it's a bit of a tough choice. I think right now I feel like my ongoing 3zun-centric Pacific Rim AU 'Soldier, Poet, King' isn't getting nearly as much attention as I'd thought it might when I first started writing it. Pacific Rim AU's used to be everywhere back in the day and people ate that shit up like it was candy, and I suppose I'd expected that same excitement to still be around because why wouldn't people be excited about giant love-powered robots fighting aliens? I also started writing it while there was still a lot of really active buzz about Xiran Jay Zhao's fantastic 'Iron Widow', so the timing felt right and I'm really proud of what I've done for it so far, but alack alas it (feels like it) is going largely ignored. (Even accounting for the fact that 3zun is a much less popular ship than Wangxian, it still feels weirdly quiet)

18: A line/scene that I'm proud of and some commentary for it? - Two years ago almost to the day, I wrote/posted some of my first fic for CQL. It's a relatively short re-imagining of the Jingshi scene in episode 43, when Wei Wuxian is realizing that if he has no one else he still has Lan Wangji, and he comes in out of the cold to sit with his zhiji. They have a brief conversation about the time Lan Wangji spent waiting for Wei Wuxian and mourning him, and have this brief exchange:

“What if I had never come back?” [Wei Ying] whispers and the quiet heartbreak that shatters through Lan Zhan’s stoic facade steals his breath straight out of his lungs.

“I would have hoped for another lifetime together to be kinder to us.”

I'm still really proud of this even though it's so simple and I've written just shy of 800k other words, according to my AO3 stats. I think it really sums up Lan Wangji and his love for Wei Wuxian. If given no other choice but to wait then that's what he'll do, and he would have done it hoping that he and Wei Wuxian would be given another chance one day, because one lifetime just was not going to be enough. Like it would have hurt and he would have been in mourning until the moment of their unknown second chance arrived - and probably after too - but he would have seen no choice but to wait and hope. I feel like I hit the core of Lan Wangji's characterization (in the ways I want to write him, anyway) so it still colors everything I do with him in it.

20: Favorite minor character I've written? - MO. XUANYU. But particularly my Mo Xuanyu from my time-travel fix-it universe that was begun in my first ever longfic and has now spiralled outward into a much bigger universe than I'd originally thought it would. So basically Mo Xuanyu in this universe had the chance to grow up in Koi Tower from a young age, but a Koi Tower in which Jin Zixuan is the Sect Leader and Jin Guangshan is already dead. So he gets a very large, loving family who supports him and loves him for his oddities and his gender fuckery - that is 100% my self-projection - based solely on the fact that he was known in canon for wearing makeup. Like I took that and RAN with it, and now in my universe he's essentially a full-time feminine cross-dresser, though he identifies as both masculine and feminine and isn't too fussed about picking one or the other. He's everything I wish my gender fuckery could be, and I love him and want all good things for him, so I'm very attached to him. The very close runner up is my Lan Jingyi, both in that universe and in a more canon-compliant setting, so I feel like it's no wonder I got it in my head that they should be together in my fix-it universe lol.

#the untamed fanfic #ask game #scarlet-gryphon #I feel so weird talking about Soldier Poet King as underrated because it feels like I'm whining #but it's so weird to me that almost 70k words in it has less than 3k hits #like even if it wasn't my story I'd find that super weird in a fandom this big #especially considering my other 3zun longfics are my 2nd and 4th most popular fics by hitcount

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lokiskitten · 4 years ago

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Request for @brat-blog-2 !!

Loki Laufeyson | dark obsession

Loki Laufeyson x fem!reader

plot : after Loki takes over Asgard and becomes king, he is now finally able to tear you away from his brother’s grip, before deciding to make you pay for it.

warnings : cursing, degrading, physical abuse, mental abuse, biting, none/co, smut, unprotected sex, physical manipulation, lack of after care.

PLEASE, this imagine contains NONE/CO. Do not read it if it’s a subject that you’re uninterested/sensitive with. All irrelevant comments will be deleted. Now, to all the people that are willing to read, enjoy! :D

Groans exit your lips as you were forcefully dragged all the way up to Odin’s throne, which had now unfortunately become Loki’s- and that against everyone’s will. Most of the Asgardians had decided to submit to their new savior, however you decided not to take part in this petty move and remain faithful to the people you believe deserved it, such as Thor or Odin. Unfortunately, this attitude easily led you to get in trouble with the king and his surroundings, remaining unaware that Loki had been obsessing over you for a while now which allowed you to avoid great moments of anxiety. But now, you had just gotten caught, and escaping felt absolutely impossible.

The guards’ grip tightened around your fragile arms as they forced you on your knees before Loki’s sat silhouette, wishing to avoid accidentally letting you go which would’ve risked to annoy their king. The raven haired man’s green eyes looked down at you, smirk appearing onto his devilish lips as you progressively started to feel more and more uncomfortable about his intense stare. Thankfully, hatred managed to drag you out of this shame hole, giving you strength to stand up face to this man who claimed to be your king though he truly was nowhere near reaching this rank. “Ah, at last. You almost made me wait.” He spoke, raspy voice echoing through the large room. And as you continued to physically and mentally struggle, Loki carried on talking.

“You gave me a really hard time, in fact.” He explained, causing you to cringe as you truly did not look forward to discovering the double meaning hiding behind this creepy sentence. Getting up from where he had been sitting, the man accepted to remove his horns before taking a couple of steps down the luxurious throne which once belonged to his adoptive father. Watching him near you stroke another shockwave of hatred through your body, head looking up as you were no longer fighting the guards grip- or at least not physically. “Tell me... Why keep fighting it? All you have to do is give in. Forget about the past, and become my queen.” He purred, though you felt nowhere near softened by his devilish words.

“You are not king.” The words escaped your lips like the purest yet sneakiest venom. Hearing this sentence, Loki groaned and turned around in order to refrain from allowing his anger to take over his calm yet frustrated mindset. “I’m a better king than you’ve ever known.” Loki spoke lowly, hand forming a fist in anticipation of your next, surely offensive, answer. “You are nothing compared to your brother!” You dared to affirm, head dangerously moving closer to his silhouette through the words’ hatred. This sentence crossed a line which probably should’ve been kept intact, easily leading Loki to unleash his anger out on your left cheek. The back of his hand collided with your face as he turned around in a fast manner, your head and upper body propelled backwards due to the imminent shock you had just received.

A small wince escape your lips, Loki’s silhouette now hovering above yours as the guards took a step back in order to leave some space for their king to outburst. “I am ten times the king he will ever be, you little quim! And you’re just a fool for believing otherwise.” Progressively, his tone lowered, entire being calming down as his hand travelled to your bruised cheek. “I could show you a good time... and that only if you agree to give in.” The young man proposed, though the physical contact was soon broken by your strong attitude. Shaking your head in an attempt to make his hand back away from your face, a sigh escaping Loki’s lips as he seemingly agreed to take a step back and watch your pathetic self struggle helplessly.

“Alright. Have it your own way then.” He affirmed, green eyes drifting up to his guards, a move which was accompanied by a simple nod of his head. Instantly, your arms were trapped by their palms, body dragged away towards god knew where whilst Loki frustratedly made his way back to the throne. Screams exited your lips as you had completely gave up on any form of dignity, though it wasn’t as if Loki hadn’t proceeded to completely steal it from you barely a couple of seconds ago.

[...]

After spending the rest of your day locked away in the dungeons, body sitting down against the wall whilst trying to contain it’s need of food and water, an unexpected visit occurred. Before you could even tell, Loki turned out to be standing before your quivering frame, refraining from making physical contact with you as he simply waited for the moment where you would finally notice his presence. Barely looking up, you decided to offer him no form of attention as you knew that it was something that made his blood boil. “It would be foolish to ignore my presence.” Loki explained, kneeling before your folded self. Your face looked away, jaw clenching in an upset and painful manner.

Seeing how you seemingly weren’t willing to properly cooperate, the demigod rose from the floor and made his way towards your bed which had graciously been gifted by the dungeons services. He sat down, legs remaining spread as his bulge pressed against the elastic fabric of his suit. Finally agreeing to look up, a blush spread over your cheeks when you made eye contact with the man who was now your king. Gasping uncomfortably, your hands immediately decided to push down the fabric of your dress in order to hide the leftovers of flesh which weren’t covered by the thin piece of fabric. Even with the attitude your carried, your instincts forced you to go humble face to the threat of male gaze.

“If I may, I think you look alluring alluring.” Loki confessed, green eyes moving up from your body to your face. It didn’t take long for you to understand the man’s intention- like a doe being preyed by a dangerous cheetah in the mountains. Noticing that the door had been left unlocked since the king remained in your cell, you decided to attempt the impossible by getting up to your feet and rushing towards the exit. Unfortunately, and quite unexpectedly, Loki’s silhouette summoned before you could reach the see through wall, stopping you in your track. Thankfully, this vision was nothing but a clone yet which still successfully managed to make you back away in fear as your eyes stared straight into his smirking features.

Your feet bumped against the edge of the bed, making you fall back as the real Loki got up right in time to avoid your silhouette. The demigod joined his clone with a chuckle, both of them looking down at you in amusement as your troubled mind couldn’t manage to figure out who the real Loki was. The only object which turned out to be in your reach was a book, and your hand didn’t waste any time before taking a firm hold of it in order to throw it at your abuser. Unfortunately, you couldn’t seem to tell which one of them was real- and seeing how you had one chance out of two to miss, your brain took a decision rather quickly... but unfortunately, it didn’t turn out to be efficient. The book passed straight through the projected figure of Loki, landing onto the floor shortly before the clone faded away from your sight.

A disappointed sigh escaped Loki’s lips as your eyes stared at his face in fear. “That was audacious. It’s a shame that your instincts decided to lead you towards the wrong path.” The king affirmed before taking ahold of your ankles, easily managing to get on top of your fragile self. You squirmed, head tilting back as you wrists were now trapped by his strong hold. “Can’t you see that I want you. I need you, my dear.” Loki confessed roughly, face buried against your neck as he kept on kissing and licking your warm flesh. You exhaled loudly, refraining from moaning as this unwanted gesture would’ve only encouraged the madman through his acts.

Soon enough, your mind and body both agreed that it was time for you to stop fighting it, arms helplessly laying beside your head as the demigod continued to do whatever he wished of your body. Thankfully, emptying the rest of the cells had been one of the first things that Loki did shortly after becoming king- which offered you both complete privacy. His hand roamed your clothed waist, the other one taking a rough hold of your breast he’s seemingly been wishing to touch for a long time now. You could feel his teeth biting at your jawline, probably creating bruises which you wouldn’t get to see until the moment you’d be free from his grip and facing your own reflection in the mirror.

Almost carefully, Loki sat you up before pulling your dress over your body, naked silhouette now exposed to his sight as you had never felt more vulnerable in your whole entire life. Soon enough, he decided that it was your turn to return the gesture, limbs falling back besides his own body as a smile appeared on his face. “Undress me.” Loki demanded calmly, green orbs looking at your scared self as he admired the way you still found the strength to fight the situation. Carefully, his hand traveled up to your chest, index and middle finger pressing against your sternum as his facial expressions were now stern. “Undress me.” Loki repeated, green mist swirling around his fingers and magically penetrating through your skin.

Nearly instantly, your brain was intoxicated with the painful grip which was Loki’s magic. Forced to obey, your hands moved up to his shoulders as you started to remove his first layers of clothing. Surprisingly enough, and as difficult to figure out as his suit could be, you managed to remove the layers of clothes as if you’ve been doing this for your entire life. Though, even if you obeyed his orders and successfully managed to undress the demigod, your soul remained empty from any forms of emotions- which was soon to become a dislike for the unamused god of mischief.

The man now sat shirtless face to your naked self, magic exiting your body as he forcefully laid you back down against the rough sheets. It felt as if you had just awoken from a dream, eyes blinking curiously as you barely managed to understand what was going on around yourself nor properly get back into reality. All you could feel were Loki’s hand on you as his clothed crotch pressed against your bare one, happy grunts and hungry moans escaping his lips as he let his lust out on the skin of your neck. His boner was undeniable, and your scent penetrating through his nostrils only managed to make it swell even harder as it prepared for the upcoming penetration.

On another hand, you turned out to have a hard time getting any wet, as the thought of having to submit to his demands made you feel sick in your stomach. However, nature was soon to take over as the feeling of his crotch against yours uncontrollably caused your genitals to throb and moisten- preparing for intercourse just like Loki’s. His head moved down to your chest, lips easily wrapping around your nipple which he religiously suckled on. Your eyelids shut close in order to avoid paying too much attention to the multiple sensations going through your body at the moment, though it was becoming harder and harder seeing how Loki truly didn’t help.

Climbing back to your face, both of your crotches aligned again as his hand moved down in order to lazily pull his own pants down, and that just enough for his member to be set free. A wince escaped his lips due to the friction the movement managed to create for his cock to enjoy, warm tip colliding with your clit as Loki took a couple of seconds to blindly align his length with your slightly moist entrance. His lips pressed against yours as his warm member slid inside of your core, a loud yet deep and creepy moan escaping his lips as his bare stomach collided with your skin.

Never once you believed ending up having to submit to such an act in your life, and yet here you were : laying down in the arms of a man you were meant to despise. However, the intercourse technically remained none consensual. As soon as he had reached balls deep, the demigod took a couple of seconds to catch his breath as this first sexual contact was visibly sending him head over heels. At least, one of you was having fun. You adjusted the position of your legs against the bed, leading Loki to do same as you could feel his stomach bulge every time he breathed in. “Fuck, my darling... you know how to make your king happy.” The man praised with a grin before starting to thrust in and out of your entrance.

A gentle hiss exited your closed mouth as Loki allowed multiple winces to escape his parted lips, his head tilting back in pleasure whilst your breasts bounced generously every time his balls collided with your ass. Once in a while, you noticed that the god of mischief would stop and enjoy some cosy time inside of your warm and soaked self as he caught his breath, hand always pressed against your cheek as he either kissed you or stared right into your eyes. Then, he would begin to thrust again and allow more frustrated groans to escape his lips as his body took care of slowly building up it’s owner’s climax.

His mouvements were soon to become sloppier, betraying the undeniable fact that your partner was soon going to release his semen against your cervix. Of course, from where you patiently laid, you couldn’t help but apprehend this moment as your worst fear was for him to cum inside of you and cause a pregnancy you did not want to occur. Finally, a moan escaped the man’s lips as he paused inside of you, the lower part of his shaft moving in waves as his scrotum throbbed and twitched. Your greatest fear had just come to reality as you could sense the thick and warm liquid stain your walls, grin appearing on Loki’s seemingly satisfied face.

“Oh my lord.. that felt so nice. I’m afraid I couldn’t thank you enough.” He confessed whilst looking down at you, shortly after managing to wash away his orgasm. Pulling out of you and causing a sudden emptiness to take over your stretched pussy, a couple of more droplets of white semen leaked out of his tip which he made sure to wipe off against your sensitive clit. Your jaw clenched as you tried your best to remain calm though your heart was rushing due to your ovaries receiving the needed ingredient to produce a living being. “I can’t wait for you to give birth to my heir.” He affirmed, sat down on the edge of the bed as he lazily pulled his pants back up.

This sentence was enough to pull you out of your daytime nightmares only to dip you into a worse one, eyes filled with fear and hatred staring up at him in a determined manner. A dark chuckle escaped Loki’s lips as he seemed to appreciate your reaction, feeling amused by behaving as if he didn’t know that was something you wouldn’t enjoy. Mental torture was in fact his favorite. “But don’t you worry my darling, I will make sure to find time through my many duties in order to visit you often.” The demigod added, confirming the fact that you probably wouldn’t get to leave this cell until your pregnancy was led to term.

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