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yandereonepieceimagines · 1 month ago

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You brought me on an idea with a little bit of a crack/funny scene with the baby 5 ask xD What about the reader, stumbling into those Den Den Mushi moments, where it rings? Here is at least one moment that I think about:

Crocodile who tries to reach Mr.3, but is met with the reader exploring Little Garden, and is the one who stumbled on the wax house instead of Sanji. Bonus if she instantly has beef with him.

But can you do something similar with Doflamingo, King and… Akainu too, maybe? Really like how you seem to imagine our magma man to be like as a yandere!

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Omg even Akainu! xD That makes me happy! This one was tough, but I gave it my best shot! I actually picture the reader being pretty strong. Definitely tougher than most of the infamous pirates from the Grand Line and beyond. But compared to the true heavy hitters of the New World, she’s still a bit below average. So honestly, she either doesn’t realize what she’s getting herself into or she just doesn’t care.

Crocodile, though, is an exception. Unlike most characters, I genuinely feel he was introduced way too early in the series and Luffy was rocking some serious plot armor to pull off that ultimate win. In my mind, Crocodile is still stronger than the reader. I always try to let that show whenever I’m writing scenes with him.

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Donquixote Doflamingo

The trees of the island bled red and gold. Their leaves rustling like paper caught in wind. It was always autumn here. Perpetual twilight, where the sky stretched heavy with bronze clouds and the ground was layered in thick, crunchy carpets of fallen foliage. You had landed only hours ago. Your small but dependable ship anchored in a quiet inlet where no marine nor pirate eyes would pry. The island wasn’t charted on most maps, but you weren’t most travelers.

You weren’t searching for anything in particular. Sometimes, the Grand Line simply offered places that drew you in like a whispered dare. And so... With your satchel strapped and weapon sheathed, you had wandered into the woods until you found it.

A log cabin, old but sturdy, tucked beneath the boughs of a crooked sycamore. Moss crept up the sides, and its windows reflected the orange canopy above. No smoke in the chimney. No footprints around. But the door had been left ajar, as if someone left in a hurry.

You pushed inside.

It was quiet. Functional. Whoever lived here had cleared out in haste. Half-eaten rations still on the counter, a coat flung across a chair and a Den Den Mushi blinking silently in a wooden bowl.

You turned around to leave, but then it rang. "Pururururu."

The snail jerked further to life, its face twitching into a grin far too amused for the stillness of the room. The sudden noise startled you. Not because it was loud, but because it felt so out of place in the quiet gloom of the cabin. Like the room itself had been waiting for that moment.

You stared. The Den Den Mushi’s features animated as if it already knew something you didn’t. Its little eyestalks twitched in your direction, looking at you.

Then, with a faint frown, you picked it up.

"Hello? Owner of this Den Den Mushi isn't here right now."

"Well, well," came a smooth, languid voice on the other end, practically dripping with theatrical charm. "And who might you be, hm? I didn’t know we’d upgraded from grunts to goddesses."

You blinked, confused. The line was unusually clear. His voice had that honeyed tone that suggested he was far too used to being listened to.

Then you sighed.

"Alright? Anyhow... Whoever this is, your person is not here. And neither am I, for long."

A pause followed. Long enough that you almost set the transmitter down again.

Then a short laugh. "Oho? You’re not going to play along? And here I thought I was being charming."

"You're not," you replied dryly. "You sound like a man who talks too much and listens too little."

Another beat of silence followed, but it felt heavier now. Charged. As if he hadn’t expected to be dismissed so quickly. You imagined him leaning forward, just slightly, intrigued by your disinterest.

"Now, now, don’t be so cruel," the voice said again, the velvet edge thinning, revealing something less polished beneath. "At least tell me your name. Surely that’s not too much to ask?"

"No," you said again, sharper this time.

"Oh? Then maybe just a hint?"

"…Still no."

A pause. It lingered longer this time. Then he let out a low chuckle, but there was a new note to it. Something colder and more deliberate.

"You know, people don’t usually trouble me like this. It’s bad manners."

"Then consider this an education," you muttered.

And with a tired breath, your patience gone and your interest long since vanished, you clicked the line shut.

Unceremoniously. And completely unmoved.

Far away, in the lavish interior of a certain sky-lit palace where the sun's beams fell across velvet furniture, a tall figure lounged in a throne-like chair. Doflamingo stared at the now-silent Den Den Mushi. The curve of his lips still twisted in a smile, but his eyes from behind his distinct sunglasses had narrowed. There was a stillness in the room. A coiled quiet that belied the tension blooming behind that smirk.

He tilted his head back before letting out a small chuckle that echoed like shattered glass through the vaulted space. he is far too delighted for someone who had just been so thoroughly dismissed. But the sound was hollow, yet razor-edged. Amused, yes, but in that way predators are amused when prey shows unexpected teeth.

‘So that’s how you want to play it...’

He ran a tanned finger along the Den Den Mushi's now dormant shell, as if expecting it to wake up again with your voice, to apologize, to beg. His grin remained, but it no longer touched the sharpness in the rest of his features. The mood in the room shifted, the temperature cooled by calculation.

You had no idea who you were speaking to. No fear. No reverence. Just irritation and the gall to hang up on him.

Amusing. Unforgivable.

He laced his fingers beneath his chin, elbow resting comfortably on the arm of his chair as the lenses of his glasses flashed gold beneath the sunbeams. The wheels were turning. Names. Faces. Locations. You had become a question that needed answering, and once answered, a piece he would yet decide how to keep.

King the Wildfire

The air was brittle and sharp. Each breath you took cutting into your lungs like tiny knives. Snow fell in soft sheets, almost too delicate for the world it blanketed. You had landed your ship; small, frost-lined, and slightly worn by travel, on the edge of a cliffside inlet. It was the kind of winter island only the bold or the desperate would approach, hidden deep in the New World, far off any trade route or charted log pose.

You’d come here for solitude. Maybe to resupply. Maybe to breathe. Even in the New World, there were moments when the silence of the snow could drown out the madness of the sea.

But the island wasn’t empty.

You found the cabin while following a trail of broken pine branches and faint blood marks half-buried beneath the snowfall. Whoever had stumbled through here had been in a hurry, and hurt. The cabin itself was wedged between slabs of frozen rock, built tight against the wind, its windows frosted over and door cracked open slightly.

Inside, it was dark, dimly lit by a fire that had long since died. Supplies had been overturned. A half-unpacked crate of rations sat untouched, next to a thick black fur-lined cloak that hung by the wall. Whatever had happened here, the occupant had left, or even been taken, suddenly.

You should have left. It was none of your business.

But the Den Den Mushi on the corner table suddenly stirred from its blanket.

Its eyes blinked open, slow and groggy, then twitched to life. Its shell, black and almost armored, vibrated slightly as static bled through its mouth. Then it rang. "Pururururu"

You frowned, hesitated, then stepped forward and picked it up, your fingers tensing instinctively.

"Yes? Whoever this is, they’re gone now. I just found the place."

There was a pause. Then, a steady voice came through with a weight that settled instantly in your chest. It wasn’t loud. It didn’t need to be.

"Who are you."

Not a question. A demand.

You raised an eyebrow. Lips twitching at the coldness of it as you are more intrigued than intimidated.

"Shouldn’t I be asking you that mystery voice?"

Another pause. Then a sound like wind through steel. Controlled, but dangerous.

"This line was not meant for you."

"Clearly," you muttered, already feeling the conversation sour. "Take it up with whoever left their life behind here. I’m just passing through."

"Describe yourself."

You snorted, more amused than concerned. "You first."

Silence.

And then, for a moment, you thought he’d ended the call.

But then he spoke again. Slower. Measured. Almost... Thoughtful.

"You shouldn’t be there."

That sent a prickle up your spine. You glanced toward the window, suddenly more aware of the wind outside, of the cabin’s exposed position.

"Tch. Don’t worry. I won’t be for long," you muttered, your breath curling in the frozen air as your fingers hovered just a moment longer over the receiver.

The silence on the other end thickened, as if he was still there. Judging. Waiting for a mistake you wouldn’t make.

Your lips pressed into a thin, unimpressed line. With a soft exhale and zero ceremony, you clicked the transmitter down with finality, like closing a door on a storm that hadn't quite reached you yet.

Amid the churning clouds of a storm-gray sky, a tall, dark figure hovered. No longer flying in motion. Enormous and winged, it was enshrouded in a mantle of black leather and flame.

King stared at the Den Den Mushi nestled in his gloved hand. It looked almost like a pebble cradled in his palm. His jaw set, unreadable behind his obsidian mask, but his eyes narrowed beneath it- two sharp coals in a sea of silver cloud.

You had not been afraid. Not respectful. Not even curious.

You had spoken to him like he was just another voice. A stranger. Like he didn’t matter.

Now he needed to know the face behind that voice. The stranger who spoke so carelessly.

And if you thought the cold of the island would hide you, you didn’t yet understand what burned beneath his skin.

Sakazuki Akainu

The island was alive with birdsong and breeze, the scent of wildflowers sweet on the air. Spring had settled thick into the ground. Lush green hills rolled beneath a soft blue sky, and warm sunlight danced across the surface of quiet streams. It would have been peaceful. It should have been.

But something felt off.

Your ship was moored in a small cove just beyond a canopy of flowering trees, nestled beside jagged cliffs. You'd come here for a brief survey. Mapping islands untouched by the World Government, collecting samples, maybe marking a few points of interest. It was the kind of work that should have felt routine by now. But as soon as your boots touched the forest floor, the wind shifted. The birds quieted. Something- someone was missing.

It was a trail of bootprints that led you to the modest hut perched on a slope above the stream. Simple, sturdy, built with intention. But the door was ajar, the interior empty. No food. No packs. Just the remnants of someone leaving in a hurry.

And a Den Den Mushi, sitting neatly atop a wooden desk.

It rang the moment you stepped in.

You stared at it. Just long enough to question your instincts. Then you picked it up.

"Hello? The person linked to this Den Den Mushi is currently nowhere in sight."

"Who the hell is this?" the voice growled through the line. Low, gravelly and laced with the tightly controlled outrage of a man unaccustomed to sudden surprises.

You raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. "You first."

A pause. Just a beat. But it was dense with barely contained irritation.

"You're trespassing on restricted grounds. Identify yourself immediately."

"Pass," you said flatly, not in the mood to entertain command barked like law.

The silence that followed turned molten. You could practically feel the seethe radiating from the snail. The Den Den Mushi even twitched slightly in your hand, as if anticipating the fury on the other end.

"Listen well. I don’t care who you think you are, or what authority you pretend to operate under-"

"You want to try that again with a little less barking and a little more humility? Who are you exactly?"

The voice hissed like boiling coals. "I am Admiral Sakazuki Akainu."

You blinked. Then scoffed. "Oh. That explains the total absence of warmth."

The line went still, but not with silence. It felt like the kind of stillness before a firestorm rips through the sky. The Den Den Mushi's features slowly twisted in discomfort, its body drawing back just slightly further as though it too feared what was coming next. Yet its face… Its face still mirrored the one on the other end. And that face was furious.

Then he spoke again, lower this time, slower: "You have five seconds to explain why you're there."

You rolled your eyes. "Take a hike. I currently abide by the law, as the island itself isn’t officially limited. And I won’t let some old man too high up his horse ruin my expedition. Not today."

You didn’t give him the chance to steamroll the conversation again. Your finger hovered just half a second longer, then pressed down with quiet finality.

Click.

Out at sea, aboard a massive Marine battleship cutting through the blue, the call ended with a sharp click that echoed louder than it should have in the Admiral’s quarters.

Though you weren't present to witness it, the ambient atmosphere within the Admiral’s quarters had changed noticeably in the span of just a minute. An almost tangible pressure descended, as if the temperature and tension simultaneously rose in response to the call's abrupt end.

Sakazuki stood behind his desk, gloved fists clenched tight at his sides, the Den Den Mushi still twitching faintly in fear on the polished surface. The words you’d left him with still rang in his ears. Unapologetic, dismissive and entirely undeserved in his mind.

Your voice. Your tone. That defiance. It wasn't just a slight… It was a challenge. And whether you realized it or not, you had his full attention now.

He stared out the porthole, his jaw working, heat radiating faintly off his shoulders as magma simmered just beneath the surface of his skin.

You had mocked him. Dismissed him. Treated him like an annoyance.

You still had no idea who you were speaking to.

But he did.

You were now a question he needed answered. A fire he had no intention of extinguishing, but rather understanding.

He would find you. He’ll go directly to the spring island instead. Marinefort can wait.

And when he gets there, he would meet your defiance not with fury, but with equal intensity. A force not to silence you, but to match you. He needed to know what kind of mind stood behind that voice, and what kind of a heart dared to challenge his.

You had sparked something he couldn’t ignore.

Sir Crocodile

The jungle of Little Garden buzzed with ancient life, massive prehistoric flowers blooming in unnatural colors, their petals bigger than sails and glistening with dew the size of pearls. You had come to this strange island alone, navigating the Grand Line aboard your own compact but expertly built vessel. Fast, stealthy and equipped to endure the worst of the seas. It was all you needed. You never did like sailing in someone else’s shadow.

Your boots sank into mossy earth as you ventured deeper into the foliage, drawn not by a map or mission but by curiosity alone. Something about the raw, untouched feel of the island tugged at you. And then you saw it. Tucked into a grove of twisted trees. A structure entirely out of place.

A house made of wax. It looked like a giant box with oddly charming round windows, basic in shape and strangely pristine among the jungle's chaos. The structure seemed almost cartoonishly simplistic, its smooth waxy exterior untouched and looking quite fresh. It stood there like a misplaced toy dropped in the wilderness, absurd in its bold presence but undeniably inviting. Your instincts bristled at the unnatural sight. Every survival lesson told you to walk away. And yet, curiosity whispered louder, more insistent. It always did. You stepped inside.

It was quaint, eerily tidy, with the faint scent of candlewax and floral tea lingering in the air. The interior was smooth and softly glowing, with light filtering gently through the round windows. A kettle still steamed gently on the table, and porcelain teacups were set out neatly for five, their delicate rims catching the light. As if the host had just stepped out and would return any minute.

You arched a brow but shrugged, placing a modest stack of belli beside the cup that looked unused. Gratitude without a name. You sipped. Jasmine? Maybe bergamot? You have no clue. Still… Surprisingly refined for such a bizarre setting.

After a few minutes of soothing silence, a strange crackling sound broke the quiet. Muffled, subtle, like a whisper trapped in a box trying to escape. It was faint, but persistent, threading unease through the otherwise peaceful stillness of the wax house.

Your eyes drifted toward a modest wicker basket tucked against the wall. You approached slowly, each step muffled by the waxy floor beneath your boots, and crouched to examine the basket.

Curiosity, again, won over caution.

Cautiously, you flipped open the lid. A low, static hum greeted you, followed by the sudden blinking of a Den Den Mushi, its tiny snail body twitching awake as if shaken from slumber. You picked up the call.

Its eyes blinked at you, already mimicking the tension of someone on the other end of the line. Someone who looked anything but friendly.

"Hello?" you said smoothly, lifting it to your face. "Whoever owns this Den Den Mushi isn’t here right now. Can I take a message? I could write it down for this..." Your eyes examined the engraved black lettering and the serial number inscribed neatly near the top of the Den Den Mushi's shell, just above the dial casing. An identifier likely tied to its designated owner, which made it all the more curious. "Mr. 3?"

The snail's mouth twitched, its face forming into a vaguely annoyed scowl. You watched, your brow arching slightly, as the Den Den Mushi’s features settled into the likeness of someone clearly unamused. There was a pause. Intentional and weighted. Then came a voice. Low, smoky and steeped in suspicion: "Who are you?"

You blinked, caught off guard by the tone. Not what you expected from answering a snail call in a wax house.

"Excuse me?" you asked, your voice tightening with a mix of confusion and annoyance.

"Who are you." the voice repeated even sharper now. Every word laced with barely restrained authority. It wasn’t a question anymore. It was a demand.

Your spine straightened instinctively, the hairs on your arms rising in silent protest. Irritation surged, flaring beneath your calm expression.

"That sounds like a personal problem," you replied, tone clipped. "Why does it matter so much to you anyway?"

A pause stretched out between you like the calm before a storm. Then, as if on cue, the temperature of the room seemed to shift. An invisible heat curling through the line, thick with tension. Whoever was on the other end wasn’t just irritated. They were dangerous. And they weren’t used to being talked back to.

But that only made your disinterest grow.

"Wait. Don’t answer that," you said, your voice suddenly as cold as it had been curious a moment ago. You glanced at the snail’s twitching face and exhaled slowly.

"I’m already bored with the start of this conversation as is. Have a nice day, and I hope your attitude truly isn’t as low as your voice is. Bye."

Click.

Far across the Grand Line, deep within the opulent, marble-veined walls of Rain Dinners, a Warlord sat behind a desk carved from dark wood, the room scented faintly of cigars, a tinge of ozone and dry desert wind. The Den Den Mushi before him had gone still, its mimicry fading, the tiny snail now blinking blankly once more.

Crocodile's golden hook tapped once against the desk’s surface, the soft clink echoing louder than it should have. His lips curled. Not quite a smile, but something darker, bemused and simmering with intent. It wasn’t anger that stirred behind his deep, heavy-lidded eyes. Not entirely. No, it was intrigue. Thin, sharp intrigue that slipped into something more vicious the longer he sat with the silence.

Across the room, lounging comfortably beside the lounging Bananawani, Miss All Sunday didn’t say a word. She continued stroking the creature’s chin with idle grace, her fingers moving in lazy circles as if this moment meant nothing to her. But her eyes, sharp and impossibly calm, flicked toward Crocodile. Her smile grew just slightly. Subtle, knowing and amused. Still, she said nothing. Just a glance, a raised brow, and the curve of her lips betraying silent amusement.

He ignored her entirely.

No one… No one spoke to him like that. Not Marines, not pirates, not even the fools under his employ. And yet, that voice; sharp, cool, unshaken, had done exactly that.

Who were you? Why were you there? And how dare you hang up on him like this?

His mind, once razor-focused on the original task, began to shift. The irritation you’d sparked twisted into something far more obsessive. Cold calculation replaced surprise. Your words repeated in his head. Not just the insult, but the tone: bored, dismissive, utterly unafraid.

Now he had to know who you were.

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dracocheesecake · 5 months ago

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Ahem. I just watched all KFP movies and I'm dying for more Kai X reader.

Could you do one where like reader is happening to be at the jade palace because she just happens to be. Could be like the part where Kai takes chi from everyone there and the reader is like 'oh.. Hi?' maybe the reader isn't from the valley of peace! And Kai just kind of decide to take her with him. Cough kidnap cough. And PLEASE DON'T TURN THEM INTO CHI AT THE End. 🥺. Reader slowly starts following for him because big and strong and I'm just rambling at this point. Don't question my sanity. If you can't do, that is fine :p

It's just i have a weird obsession with villains

Oh no you're fine I totally get it XD

Here it is!

General Kai x Fem!Reader: Wrong Place, Wrong Time

Wrong place, wrong time; You had heard it before, but the meaning behind the phrase had never been so starkly clear to you until now.

You had fallen asleep in one of the supply closets shortly after you had arrived at the Hall of Heroes. Travel to the Valley of Peace had been rough, and you had only meant to take a quick little nap, alone and undisturbed, so your mind would be sharp enough to get down to some serious study of the many historic kung fu artifacts- but when you awoke, the place was completely deserted, void of anyone, even servants.

Alright, maybe that should have tipped you off that something wasn’t right. But to be fair, you had been almost completely absorbed by your obsession at the moment, and there was no one to watch you or chastise you for worshipfully touching the artifacts- just a teeeny bit, for further analysis, only- so how could you not take the chance when you had it?

But then there was shouting from outside, and the place went so strangely dark; an ominous, almost supernatural sort of darkness, not like the candles and burners simply going out; no, this was phosphorescent, eerie and green. It made you feel sick, full of malaise. Quickly you collected yourself- the commotion outside had to mean that someone (a few someones, by the sound) were still present: the Furious Five and Master Shifu. You could go to them and find out what was happening.

You came close to the doors and knew you would have to find a different mode of escape; it was more than a commotion- it sounded like a full-on battle was going on; but against who? It couldn’t be an army. There would have been many more voices if that were the case, war drums and cries, weapons clashing; but there was only Masters Tigress, Viper, Monkey, and Shifu. They had been the only ones currently at the palace when you had fallen asleep; you remembered that much.

But there was another voice, a deeper voice you did not recognize- a more menacing voice.

“Why not? He destroyed mine.”

The bitterness, the pure hatred behind it, told you all you needed to know, even without hearing the rest of the conversation or seeing the one who spoke. You listened further to the sounds of combat, and knew it wasn’t going well for the Jade Palace. Despite your fear, despite everything, you had to see for certain- not that you could help, but you just at least had to go see with your own eyes, some sort of curiosity demanding you went to confirm your disbelief.

Unnoticed by the combatants (you hoped), you opened the door and rushed onto the portico. Hiding behind one of the wide pillars, you peeked around it to watch the fight in the Master’s Garden- and you immediately gasped in horror at what you saw. Your worst fears were confirmed: the Jade Palace was losing.

But to whom? You watched the battle, watched as Shifu attacked a hulking figure. It was a bull- a single bull, but…You felt your breath catch in your throat at the mere sight of him: this was no mortal being, you knew immediately.

No, this was something else.

He looked demonic, just from the four horns sprouting from his head- like no other bovid you had ever seen before. A hulking figure that exuded raw, evil power. He was the source of the darkness that had come over the world, the source of the green glow of unearthly energy. He swung jade blades from long chains, trying to slice Master Shifu to shreds; but fortunately the red panda was still quick and agile for his age.

But the Furious Five were not faring well, not against their own. You didn’t know how, it was too horrifying a thought, but your eyes weren't deceived; it seemed Masters Crane and Mantis had been transfigured into jade versions of themselves, and they were attacking the other masters!

Master Shifu went flying, smacking into the base of the Oogway statue. Tigress managed to get up, rushing to his aid. The bull's eyes glowed green. He lifted a hand that also glowed, beckoning.

“Bring them to me,” he ordered darkly.

The jade Crane and Mantis grabbed Masters Monkey and Viper, whisking them towards the bull. You couldn’t look away, transfixed with horror as you watched the bull move his hooves, a flash, and then…

They were gone, and he had new amulets to go along with the collection on his belt. He laughed, a boisterous, fell laugh. Those horrible green eyes were on the remaining Masters.

You couldn't watch anymore. You had to survive. You ran back into the palace, closing the door behind you and rushing for another escape- or at least a hiding place, should he come looking for you. You couldn’t string your thoughts together, couldn't calm down the rapid pounding of your heart, as if it too were trying to escape the bull.

A sound- that was all the warning you had. Some impression of the incoming danger forced you down to flatten yourself against the cold polished floors. You threw your arms over your head, whimpering, then screaming as you heard something enormous come crashing through the Jade Palace right above your head.

Rubble fell over you, but nothing too heavy, by some good fortune. Still, you didn’t rise again for a good while, just in case something else collapsed on top of you, or the bull came; but eventually, the quiet reassured you…and simultaneously, filled you with dread. But you needed to get up, anyway, try to escape.

You groaned, coughing up dust as you rose again, brushing it off of your clothes. You kept your eyes on your feet for sometime, not wanting to see what had happened- the ruin surrounding you now was already too much to accept. You didn’t need to see the rest, you already knew. You tried to clamber over the ruin, stumbling and tripping as you went- and it only reinforced the facts you couldn’t shield yourself from.

He had destroyed the Jade Palace. The entire palace. It was rubble. It was gone.

Your breath came in quick, panicked bursts, and you began to speed through the wreckage without direction- but then you remembered the bull, and fear, ever the teacher, the protector, forced you to slow. To think out your escape. With considerable effort you took control of your lungs, easing your pace to a more steady jog.

Then you came over the crest of a hill, rounding what remained of the Master’s Garden, and saw him. Instantly terror petrified your body, rooting you to the spot. A breath, two, waiting for your inevitable demise at his hands, to share the fate of the Furious Five and Master Shifu.

But he wasn’t looking in your direction. By some mercy of the gods of fortune, the bull sat on what remained of the base of Oogway’s statue, gazing at what ruin he had wrought, and so avoided seeing you. You should have taken the opportunity provided by providence to slip away, you knew that- but that conscious knowledge hadn’t been delivered to your feet yet; fear still paralyzed you.

So having no other choice, you observed him for a minute. You had a good view of him where you stood, a much better view than the slight glimpse you had had from the portico; he had been fighting then, moving around too much for you to really see him.

He was still a menacing, hulking presence, but now, sitting casually with his forearms draped over his knees, he didn’t seem quite so demonically large as before. A helmet that wasn't of a military fashion from this dynasty sat on his head, giving his heavy brow an even more severe look, even when his expression was relaxed, as now- you didn’t know for certain if he was military, or had belonged to the military: something about his bearing just emanated authority which demanded to be obeyed- only a high-ranking military figure could have that. The rest of his attire, though, wasn’t quite military grade: dirty puttees, brown bracers, and a tattered loincloth.

The glow had gone from his eyes, so now his expression seemed almost…disappointed, or bored; a conqueror who had laid claim to his prize, only to realize that it was the battle, not the conquest, that made victory sweet. One of his hooves reached up, taking the amulet he had around his neck and stroking it with his thumb. If you hadn’t just witnessed the horrors he had wrought, you almost would have felt bad for him- maybe even gone up to him and asked what’s wrong.

The thought was sudden, and disturbing. There was no way you would willingly get within fifty miles of him if you could have helped it- so why the thought that you wanted to reassure him? He deserved whatever melancholy he felt, after what he did. Your anguish over the Jade Palace’s destruction broke you out of your paralysis, and you managed to move your foot- and stepped on what felt like a leaf, a soft crunch that seemed horribly loud.

You let out a slight gasp and looked down. It wasn’t a leaf, but a piece of ancient parchment- possibly the remnants of a scroll that had drifted from the ruins of the Palace. You squinted at it, recognizing in the painting the shape of the bull, and beside him, what looked to be…Master Oogway? Oogway had known him?

You didn’t have time to contemplate the revelation; you had made too much noise. Your head shot up, gazing in the bull’s direction. His ear twitched, and you tried to duck down to the side of the path, behind a boulder and out of his range of vision-

Too late. The bull’s glowing green eyes were on you. His eyebrows arched slightly, as if he were somewhat surprised, before his expression flattened back into boredom. You tried to turn and run.

“Bring her to me,” you heard that rumble behind you, and the next thing you knew, a stone cold, steel grasp was on your wrist. You grunted in pain, then turned and almost screamed when you saw that the jade statue of Master Shifu had you. You tried to twist away, but then it struck you in the ribs. You fell to your knees, breathless and reeling from the pain.

The jade Master Monkey picked you up, and then the jade Master Crane swooped over, snatching you in his talons and dropping you in front of the bull. Your legs reverberated painfully from the impact of landing, but no serious damage was done. You could have ran- if the jade coils of what looked to be Master Viper hadn’t wrapped around you, squeezing your limbs to your sides and strangling the breath from your lungs. You gasped, helpless.

The yak leaned down more to your level, so that the black tangles of his mane almost curtained you. A pleasant smile was on his face, one that didn’t reflect in those horrible, glowing green eyes- half-lidded, as if this were only an idle chat. From this close, though, you could see a ring of blue surrounding the pupil; it was…lovely, in a way. You never would have noticed, if you hadn’t been so close to him.

“Hello, there,” he said. “I thought all of the little Valley people scurried off before I came. Not you?”

Why did his voice make your spine shiver like this? It had to be fear. You swallowed past the lump in your throat, and tried to choke out some response- a very difficult task, with a jade snake strangling you, and the thumping of your heart.

“N…No…”

He tilted his head. “How come?”

“Fell asleep…i-in-in…cl-closet…no…way…to…”

You glanced towards the Jade Palace, saw the rubble it now was, and wished you hadn’t. Your gaze quickly returned to him, and you saw he had followed your thoughts. His eyes turned back from the ruins to you, and he smiled.

“Surprised you managed to survive. Too bad you couldn’t get away unnoticed, though.”

He chuckled, a deep rumble that sent another one of those strange shivers down your spine. You couldn’t help it, he had some sort of charm you couldn’t describe or reason away. That, and something about his appearance, the slovenly, almost barbaric array, was a little appealing…

You immediately shook off the thoughts. What was wrong with you? There was no way you found this deep voiced, muscular, long haired, strong, powerful, villainous, devilishly charming bovine handsome or anything.

No. You didn’t. Not at all. It was just fear. After all, you had seen what he had done to the masters. Would that be your fate, too? You watched him, eyes wide, waiting with bated breath for his next move.

One of his hooves then came up, taking your chin in hand. The blood rushed to your face rather than away from it.

“Care to tell me what you were doing here, Little Sneak?” He asked. His brows raised archly. “You aren’t one of Oogway’s students, are you? I’m afraid I would have to add you to my collection if you are- nothing personal. At least, not between you and me.” That glint, like the glow of the blades holstered at his hips, flashed in his eyes.

You swallowed and shook your head. It wasn’t just the jade coils holding you tight that took your breath away, now. He was so close, holding your chin with such gentleness despite the immense strength you knew him capable of…

He nodded. “Alright. Release her.”

The jade viper uncoiled, and you were able to breathe again. The yak also released you, stepping back. You didn’t stick around to thank him; you turned and started to rush down the path.

“I didn’t say you were free to go yet,” the bull said sharply, with authority. It made you freeze in place. “Turn around. I’m talking to you.”

Your body moved as if controlled by his will, slowly rotating on your heel until you were facing him again. You stood where you were, eyes wide, shaking. The severe expression he was wearing eased back into that pleasant smile, the harsh green glow of his eyes dimming.

“That’s better. Now we can discuss what to do with you.”

He stroked his beard, as if in thought. “Hmmmm…Let’s see…Maybe I will take your chi after all.”

You felt your heart racing. Your shaking intensified. He cast you a playful grin, one that showed his crooked teeth.

He chuckled. “Or maybe not. But what to do with you? Hmmmm…”

The bull again pretended to think, stroking his beard. Your eyes shifted around, searching for an exit- but there was none. The entirety of his mountainous bulk blocked the path ahead of you, and the jade masters every other possible escape. You weren’t going to squeeze out of this one easily.

“Or maybe,” he said, “I could interrogate you for information…But you don’t look like you know very much- not anything useful to me, anyway.”

He perked up suddenly, clapping his hooves together as if he just had an epiphany. “Oh! I know! I could just…let you go!”

You couldn’t suppress the reflex that made you look hopeful. He saw it, then burst out laughing.

“Don’t tell me you fell for that. Nah. Not a chance.”

He cocked his head to the side, admiring you from the corner of his eye. There was something in that gaze though, something that gleamed in a dangerous way. He had a lazy smile on his muzzle.

“...You’re cute, for a mortal,” he said softly, appreciatively. “And fun to tease.”

He straightened. Then he chuckled, placing his hooves on his hips, close to his blades. His tone was casual as he spoke.

“Tell you what,” he said. “I’m not going to take your chi. Wouldn’t be worth it, anyway.”

The pleasantly lazy smile turned back into a smirk. His voice darkened. “But you’re still coming with me.”

Your heart leapt into your throat as one of the jade masters- a gorilla, by the looks of it- lifted you and hauled you effortlessly over a shoulder. You grunted, scrambling to try to wriggle free- or at least, get in a slightly more comfortable position. Kai chuckled at your futile attempts, then turned back towards the path. He stretched a little as he walked, and you couldn’t help but admire the view, watching the heavy cords of muscle move under the slate gray fur. Your face was heating up, but you didn’t look away.

“I don’t know if you overheard my conversation with the Lesser Panda while you were sneaking around, so I’ll explain again. Little Kitten will lead me straight to the panda village,” he said, “and to the Dragon Warrior, too. I’ll take their chi, and then drain every. Single. Panda. There.”

He stopped in his tracks. The jade gorilla did, too. You were behind him, so you couldn’t see his expression. However, his shoulders started to bounce, and then he burst out into an evil cackle.

“Then I’ll destroy every last trace of Oogway’s legacy! And then begins The Kai Dynasty!” He let out another evil laugh. Green lightning streaked across the sky, followed by an ominous boom of thunder- whether good timing or some power of his own, you didn’t know.

You paused, horrified by what you had heard. But then, despite yourself, you piped up:

“Kai Dynasty?”

He turned to look at you. “What?”

“...That’s what you’re going to call your evil reign?”

He furrowed his brow. “Yeah. What’s wrong with it?”

His tone had been gruff, but there was a slight hesitancy before he spoke, and the way he slumped his shoulders showed that his pride had been wounded. You would have smiled at the absurdity of the entire situation, if it hadn't been so dire. You cleared your throat.

“Um…No-nothing, it's just a little…cheesy, is all.”

His eyes flashed, and he narrowed them at you. “How so? You have a better idea?”

“Well…Maybe the Jade Dynasty?”

The bovine- Kai, you assumed- glared at you with his strange eyes for a moment in tense silence. Then his posture relaxed again. He chuckled.

“The Jade Dynasty…I actually like that,” he murmured. That somehow charming, lop-sided smile spread across his face again, along with that strange gleam in his eye- a gleam you were starting to recognize as fondness. “Good idea.”

Was he starting to like you?...And why were you starting to like him, too? What was wrong with you?

What did you get yourself into?

#ask #request drabble #thank you for the ask!#kung fu panda #general kai #kai the collector #general kai x reader #kfp villain x reader #x reader #reader insert #fem reader #kfp3 #fanfic #turned out way longer than I expected but I couldn't stop myself 😅

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cottonlemonade · 1 year ago

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hi😁 i thought long hard about this and i came to a decision of a large mango with boba for issei🙇🏽‍♀️ mwuah

Noisy Neighbors

word count: 603 || avg. reading time: 3 mins.

pairing: post-time skip husband!Issei Matsukawa x chubby!Reader

genre: fluff and smut

warnings: mdni, nsfw, mentions of overstimulation

request: fluffy spicy, clingy husband Mattsun

“There, all done!“

“Look at us, being accomplished adults and everything.“

You high fived your husband.

After many weeks of driving back and forth you finally managed to move into your new house and today you both trampled the last battered, empty moving box.

With a happy squeak you threw your arms around Issei‘s neck, having to hop and balance on your tiptoes to accomplish such a feat.

You gave him a kiss and let your hands wander from his shoulders down to his butt, giving it a quick squeeze, then wanted to let go to get started on a late lunch but Issei pulled you back for another, much more indecent kiss.

You laughed against his lips when you felt something hard press against your plush thigh.

“Can‘t believe that‘s all it takes for you.“, you teased.

“Baby, anything you do is an aphrodisiac to me.“

You leaned back a bit, in thought, playing with his hair in the back of his neck.

“What if I‘m pigging on a burger and have sauce all over my face?“

Issei gave you a superior grin, cupping your cheek, “There isn‘t enough fast food in the world to ever turn me off my wife.“

Leaning down, he began kissing your neck.

“Oh, you‘re about to get sooo lucky.“, you beamed.

“I already am.“, he murmured into your skin.

Making a sound somewhere between a giggle and a moan you replied, “Ugh, that was so cheesy, babe. Take me to bed already, will you?“

“Your wish is my command, my queen.“

And with that he crouched down to throw you over his shoulder like a sack of rice, carrying you off towards your new bedroom.

“Ah, stop it!“, you laughed.

“Quit wiggling like a chubby little worm.“ Issei gave your ass a playful slap then tossed you onto the bed.

He climbed on top of you, knees trapping you on either side.

With a grin he discarded his sweaty shirt, his well-toned body glowing in the afternoon sun shining through your large window.

“But just to be clear“, he leaned down to kiss you again, “I would still love you if you were a worm.“

You snorted and pulled him down on top of you, sighing happily.

Soon enough the remaining clothes were taken off as well and Issei went to work worshiping every inch of your body.

“Mmh… ah, baby… no more teasing. Please? Can you just fuck me?“

You saw him smirk between your legs.

“You sure? Just letting you know, you‘re not about to leave this bed for a while.“

“Stop bragging and prove it.“

____________________

Three orgasms later

“Where do you think you‘re going, bunny?“, he panted.

His large strong hands grabbed your hips and pulled him back onto his cock.

You had been at it for hours. Your new neighbors, although few and far between, must think you were being tortured. Exhausted and on all fours you were completely at the mercy of your husband who very obviously had lost none of his stamina since quitting volleyball.

“No more… Issei… Oh my god… Ah! I can‘t…“

“Aw, my cute little bunny. Surely you can take one more. Hm, okay, maybe two.“ His hips sped up again, balls slapping heavily against your overstimulated clit, “Ah, look at you dripping on our new sheets, hm? Nnng, so tight… ah, so full of cum - hey, come on bunny, ass up.“ He grabbed at your cheeks, kneading their flesh while pounding you like a madman, “That‘s it… you‘re so good to me. Come on, you can do it.“

You muffled your next climax in the pillow.

a/n: did anyone else read that time skip in the voice of the SpongeBob narrator? No? Just me then xD I genuinely had so much fun writing this. Thank you for the prompt✨

Note, the fast food line is inspired by a tweet I saw many many moons ago. I tried to find it again but with no luck - if you know the one, lemme know and I shall credit ^^

for requests see here

#sunnys lemonade stand #issei x chubby reader #matsukawa issei x chubby reader #mattsun x chubby reader #haikyuu x chubby reader #chubby reader #haikyuu smut #haikyuu x reader #matsukawa issei x reader #matsukawa issei #issei matsukawa #matsukawa x chubby reader #matsukawa smut #matsukawa x reader #hq matsukawa #haikyuu matsukawa #haikyuu issei #haikyuu x curvy reader

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lagoonalake · 1 year ago

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SEVENTEEN IDEAL TYPE PART 2

Part 1 here

Personality: 4 of pentacles, 9 of swords, the lovers

Someone home oriented, strong nurturing vibe, someone who can be a bit stubborn, a bit anxiety prone, I’m hearing the typical mom lol, while he’ll be the funny relaxed dad, relationship oriented, kinda clingy a bit jealous type, a bit feisty, practical, possessive, stable, more predictable, very affectionate and loving, romantic, queen of the house, the boss at home cancer, leo, taurus, virgo

Appearance: 3 of cups, 6 of wands, strength

Another air sign, another one for who looks aren’t too important! XD it’s more about the connection, and that this person he is with is nice and friendly, that being said, he likes someone who looks strong, confident, may like red hair, or the color red, orange, warm colors, shorter, curvier types that are a bit feisty, big hair, strong shapely legs leo, sagittarius, aquarius

Turn offs: knight of swords, 10 of wands, justice

People who are too energetic, impulsive, always on the move, cold and calculating, unfeeling and overly rational or detached, people who are “exhausting”, too talkative or are party poopers, always spreading negative energy around them negative aries, aquarius, gemini, saturn

MINGYU

Personality: ace of cups, 9 of swords, queen of swords

Charming, intelligent people, elegant, sophisticated, rational, well spoken, balanced people, icy exterior, plays hard to get and has this cold aura but is actually sensitive, someone who he’d managed to tease and get a reaction from even if they are usually so well behaved and in control, a thinker, strategist, possibly tends to be attracted to people who are depressed that he can cheer up, someone with a sense of humor, witty libra, air signs, virgo, saturn, venus

Appearance: the lovers, ace of swords, the hanged man

Romantic looking, like the typical romantic lead in a movie/drama, classic timeless beauty, harmonious features, long straight hair, lighter colors, princess vibes, slim shapely body, hourglass figure, feminine, well designed bone structure, clear voice, beautiful well kept hands, soft clear skin libra, capricorn, venus, neptune

Turn offs: 8 of cups, 9 of wands, knight of cups

Someone outside of his environment or usual circle, someone who makes the first step, makes it easy for him, or pines over him (he wants to be the chaser), someone who looks unhealthy or doesn’t take care of themselves (like Joshua, looks are important for him and he thinks he is handsome so he only accept people who he’d consider as beautiful as him, conventionally good looking), someone who is kinda detached from celebrity lifestyle and would think of it as shallow or unimportant scorpio, aquarius, sagittarius, pluto

THE8

Personality: 10 of swords, 9 of cups, the magician

Someone who has gone through a lot, very intelligent and knowledgeable, someone who despite their hardships is positive and calm, chill, mature, motherly vibes, hippie vibes, someone sensual, the sexual bond is important, someone with a sense of humor, good with words, healing presence, independent and resourceful, probably older than him or with a lot of life experience, generous aquarius, scorpio, cancer, jupiter

Appearance: 3 of cups, 10 of pentacles, 2 of pentacles

Another one who doesn’t care much about looks, mostly that this person is reliable and that physically they “are not too mismatched”, so maybe similar build to him, looks etc… likes a nurturing vibes with a steady reassuring presence, deeper voice, darker warm brownish colors capricorn, cancer, taurus

Turn off: 2 of pentacles, 5 of wands, ace of swords

Conditional love, for some reason he wants someone who can gives love unconditionally without ever expecting anything in return (I’m getting a bit of an imbalance here though, like he expect the person to give all the time), argumentative people, cold detached overly practical people, people who are too stubborn, people who bring up things that he doesn’t want to hear libra, virgo, capricorn, aries

SEUNGKWAN

Personality: judgement, the magician, 8 of cups

I feel like he wants a savior, someone who can help him make a sort of transition in his life, someone very positive with very intense decisive energy who can help him turn things around, someone outside of the industry, intelligent and who can make things happen, strong and independent, positive and with a light hearted yet intense energy, witty, excellent communicator, a way with words, healing words, charismatic, funny, good sense of humor gemini, scorpio, pluto, mercury

Appearance: page of cups, 9 of cups, the magician

Someone with a big smile, kind, happy looking, round youthful face, friendly and approachable, short hair, possibly darker skin, cute and cuddly, “huggable”, someone with an expressive face who can look a bit mischievous mercury, gemini, sagittarius, jupiter, leo

Turn offs: 3 of swords, 9 of wands, 8 of pentacles

Depressed, sad, negative people, people who are on the defensive, always looking for a fight, pessimism, workoholics, people who complain all the time, people who are false, untrustworthy and backstabby negative scorpio, aries, capricorn

VERNON

Personality: 2 of swords, 2 of wands, the devil

People who are a bit confusing lol, who make him wait, with strong sexual magnetism, sexy, sensual, passionate, people who are relationship oriented, people who are more balanced when making a decision, who think before acting, intelligent , open minded, is attracted to a bit of danger or a challenge scorpio, libra, pisces

Appearance: knight of swords, the tower, wheel of fortune

Lean, tall, dramatic appearance, striking, expressive, sharp features, defined musculature, someone who stands out even if they are not conventionally beautiful, androgynous style and features, can be attracted to people of all ethnicities, likes diversity, dark skin, short hair, could like a good dancer, street style, modern looking, city vibes, dark colors, rocker style aquarius, uranus, aries, sagittarius

Turn offs: 6 of swords, 5 of wands, the hierophant

Someone seemingly too easy going or calm, someone who forces him to do something (he hates being told what to do or being advised lol), someone overly argumentative, stubborn, narrow minded, overly traditional, boring, predictable, someone who looks or acts like everyone else or the way it’s expected to, someone who cares too much about their image taurus, virgo, libra, cancer

DINO

Personality: the emperor, 4 of wands, page of coins

Someone with leadership qualities, who can take charge of the relationship, strong and rational, with a good head on their shoulders, protective, independent, someone he would respect, someone marriage material interested in building something cozy and stable that would last, someone trustworthy and honest, charismatic, with authority, fun-loving, who likes to have a good time, responsible yet knows how to relax, happy, who can enjoy life to the fullest, enterprising and positive leo, aries, libra, taurus

Appearance: page of coins, page of swords, the hermit

Fresh, natural beauty, roundish face, small features, petite compact body, expressive intelligent eyes, cat face, more light colors, white, light blue, clean, simple aesthetic mercury, aquarius, gemini, virgo

Turn offs: 10 of swords, death, strength

Someone messy, whose life is in shambles, someone who always seems to be in survival or crisis mode, overly intense or emotional people, people who have a bunch of issues, health issues, family issues (he doesn’t want any extra baggage lol), people who struggle all the time scorpio, pluto, uranus, mars

#seventeen tarot #seventeen #dk #mingyu #the8 #seungkwan #vernon #dino #seventeen ideal type #kpop #kpop tarot #kpop ideal type

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anyrei-snarks · 6 months ago

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A Study in Subtext

Just my funny take on the last scene of Season 2, episode 21 of UTS.

Finally Fang Kai Yi and Du Cheng meet. I was waiting for the moment and I was not disappointed.

My shippy subtext meta with pictures under the spoiler tag! I wanted to make gifs but the program I used was crap and the quality was horrible so I had to use pictures. (sowy)

Shen Yi was super quick to tell Du Cheng that he would join him to visit the company.

And his secret boyfriend was of course happy, only having eyes for Shen Yi (who can blame him?)

Well, Du Cheng can, cuz he immediately is like WHUT? WHO IS THAT GUY?

When Shen Yi admits that he knows Fang, Du Cheng immediately gives him a critical once-over, checking out the competition.

Fang is wearing his civil non psycho face but Du Cheng is still reluctant to shake his hand cuz reasons... He is still like "Who the fuck are you and why do you know my boyfriend.

Shen Yi is probably comparing their height cuz at this point I think it's clear that he likes them tall.

Fang tries his best to show Du Cheng how much he knows Shen Yi and how much he is only interested in him. (Because he knows)

I'm including this cuz when Shen Yi says "desire" he looks at Du Cheng. (And I'm a clown)

And then the camera has this framed when Shen Yi talks about the strong conflict. Well yeah, there will be a strong conflict with those two, I'm sure of that. XD

In this scene Fang is shifting on his leg and tries to appear taller than Du Cheng to look more dominant. (I wish the gifs would have worked out T_T)

Du Cheng is unimpressed.

So Fang proceeds to blatantly flirt with Shen Yi in front of Du Cheng.

Giving him soft longing looks and complimenting him.

He hits a nerve there cuz Du Cheng gets angry now and raises his voice.

Shen Yi is uncomfortable, and it looks like he is fighting two emotions, the wish to calm Du Cheng down but he is also a little miffed cuz he wants them to get along. I think at this point Fang already has his fangs (haha, sorry guys, ignore me) deep in Shen Yi's psyche. Shen Yi sees Fang as someone who understands him on a level no one else can.

When Fang starts to tell Du Cheng how much being a police officer is killing Shen Yi's talent and creativity you can see how Shen Yi looks down. It's not the first time Shen Yi is confronted with that from other people but usually he brushes it off cuz he knows who he is and what he wants to do. He knows his work is important. But this reaction is new. He looks upset and uncomfortable and I think it's because this is coming from Fang. In Shen Yi's perception Fang is someone who sees him, his intellect, his uniqueness. Fang is a genius himself and they bonded over having a special view of the world.

And I laughed so hard when Du Cheng just casually ignored everything Fang had said and just tells him "thank you for cooperating with us" which was basically "I don't care for your input other than stuff that was case related and fuck off"

#under the skin (2022)#猎罪图鉴2 #shen yi x du cheng #du cheng #shen yi #season 2 spoilers #Fang Kai Yi #episode 21 #I will go down with this ship #meta

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what-if-i-like-my-mechs-older · 3 months ago

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Pt39

(If you want fanart of your writing one must do it themselves xD)

(Valve on valve writing under the cut)

Soundwave brought him to his own private space, one that Megatron had granted him as he was the best of the best of his soldiers and deserved a few privileges.

Orion let his optics wander, taking in the sight, it was...surprisingly nice, and then he saw it, that music note he'd made on his outing with Rumble and Frenzy on an actual display stand...that was unexpected.

He was still waiting for the moment where the mech was going to force him on his knees and just shove his spike down his throat and get what he wanted, only that didn't happen.

The autobot watched as Soundwave poured energon into two shot glasses and passed one to him.

"Any particular reason the portion is so small?"

He asked, looking it over as if it might be drugged.

"It is highly concentrated, it'll take the edge off, make you feel more...relaxed."

Soundwave explained, watching his every move, he had him to himself and this time there were no leaders in their alt modes , no blindfolds, just them, only them and Pax came willingly for such a small trade, however the idea of that Witwicky human currently being shown Cybertronian biology by his immature casseticons was certainly an amusing thought.

He let his mask snap back long enough to down his shot and then close again. He couldn't let Pax hear his voice, it would give away the game of who he was to him.

"I am not so crude as to not offer you refreshments before you start..."

He leaned in , hand under his chin

"Oh and Pax...make sure you make me feel wanted, it'd be rather disappointing if you just open your mouth and drop your face between my thighs."

Orion gave him that same glare that only excited the older mech. What a firey temper he had, absolutely delightful.

"Please, as if I would do such a thing."

Soundwave posed his fingers like a gun and pressed two finger tips to Orions lips.

"You might, as I recall, click, click..."

He made the impression sound that people usually make for a gun firing off , his thumb going down as if he were doing just that.

Pax couldn't argue, he had just left after shoving Megatron in gun mode in Soundwaves mouth. Drinking down the energon Soundwave had given him he could feel it already effecting him, that really was strong, definitely different than the energon of his world.

"Good, isn't it? Warms the circuits."

Orions ear fins twitched as his fans subtly came to life.

"Seems you have a stronger reaction to it than me, but I won't let this go past our agreement, that is what you consented to."

Pax nodded, optics slightly hazed, he was still aware enough to make his own decisions with clear enough thought at least.

Placing his hands on Soundwaves chest, palms flat, he took in the feeling of cool glass, maybe this time the mech would let him take a look inside, no one was in there right now.

Pushing him back into the large extremely comfortable looking chair he went to his knees, pleased that Soundwave allowed himself to be guided, he wanted to see what the Con would do, how much he would be allowed to explore.

Pax had the feeling that if he wanted to, he could demand Soundwave spread his thighs and let him frag him in which ever opening he pleased, and he would do just that.

He'd noticed how often he seemed to just show up while he was conversing with others.

It was obvious that Soundwave was watching every move at this moment, it was like they'd disappeared into some pocket dimension no one would find them in, his lips close to his mask and head tilted as his hands went from his chest , caressing down to his sides and holding his hips as he pressed between his thighs.

"You'd love it if I just hate fucked you, wouldn't you? Instead of beating you, you would die if I put the same effort into ruining your valve, or do you prefer it in the aft?"

Orion growled against his audio receptor, pressing their panels firmly together, just sheets of metal between their bodies.

Soundwave was ready to put his legs around him, but he wouldn't, absolutely not, he could see this for what it was, a test of power between them.

"I assure you Pax, I could pin you down and escape would be impossible, you only get to do what you want, because I let you."

'Because I want you to.'

He added internally.

Soundwave tilted his head to the side , giving him space to place all those lovely delicate kisses to the cables of his throat.

(As artists we do like to add extra details do we not?)

Feeling fangs scraping dangerously close to vulnerable wiring as Orions hands explored him, fingering along seams, tracing each button , one by one , he could feel him slowly grinding their panels, together, his intakes stuttered as he recalled how their valves had met in the bath, the way their nodes had touched, how he'd driven Pax to tears with overwhelming pleasure until he was numb, until he couldn't wake up for another round.

His taste, his body, the way he took care of his Casseticons like no one else had.

Soundwave had, had to find storage closets just to spread his legs and rub at his node, desperate and whimpering as he recalled every slick movement and how they'd moved together to the point he'd tried to press his own one into Orions valve, the warm oil in the bath had hidden just how hard he'd squirted, every day was an ache to his body where he couldn't have Orion in some way.

How jealous he'd been that Megatron had received all the attention that first day, how he'd dragged him off to the brig and later had his way with him , over and over again, and to find out he liked to pretend to struggle, to escape only to be dragged back for more.

That moment when he'd practically climbed a post overload Orion and held him down and rode his spike, hips rolling as if there was no such thing as tomorrow, Pax had whimpered and twitched under him moaning and trying to move his hips up to meet every time he'd sank down onto his spike as they had shared another overload.

Oh and listening to him tell Prime he enjoyed being dragged back for more, he'd drank in every kink and fact, learning more about him and storing it away within himself, so each meeting when Orion didn't know it was him he could give him everything he wanted.

Wrapping an arm around him, he pressed the white button that opened his tape deck, permitting the autobot access...

Orion looked down between them, there was enough space for him to slip his hand inside and touch , something he felt not many if any were ever allowed to do. Despite the rivalry between them he had no intention of being rough on something so delicate.

Fingers traced over his internals, carefully touching each thing, listening out for anything that seemed to effect him the most, he must be doing something right as Soundwave had moved his hips, angling them better in want of more, only for him to suddenly buck when he'd touched one of the pinch roller hubs, his thumb moving in small circular motions over it again to make sure it was that , that had caused such a reaction.

"The more you let me explore, the more I'll give. "

Ohhhhhhh Primus, hahaha, if only Orion knew all he had to do was say please he would let him do what he wanted, but to have him willingly offer on his knees more of himself to him, well...heh, let him believe he was in control, in charge of this situation.

"And what will you offer me, fully expose my inner workings to you Pax?"

"That's your valve panel pressed against mine. The one you're trying oh so hard not grind on, is it not."

Prime smirked , rolling the roller hub between his fingers.

Go on say it, he dared him internally to say it, he didn't think this day could get any better, his node swelling just as desperate as he was to reach out and feel the warmth of that pretty blue one against his, it throbbed with want, begging for the stroke of Orions against it.

"It is."

Soundwave stated as calmly as he could, he had to choose his wording carefully, especially if Orion decided to change his mind it'd make him go feral with want."

"I'll open mine, if you open yours."

Orion smirked, his top lip curling, giving Soundwave a lovely view of his fangs.

Soundwave immediately grabbed for the lube in his side dresser and made sure that there would be enough for the both of them, well, he hadn't hidden how eager he was for that very well, his breath stilled as he watched Orion part the lips of their valves, swallowing as he saw Orion's node just as flushed as his own , and when they touched, it was like electric had coursed through him.

He near half tore off the cassette window , taking it off its hinges as he set it beside the chair, his legs wrapped around Orions hips pressing them closer together as they moved, their bodies kissing , tasting each one as intimately as one could, he wanted not just to kiss him like this but to feel his fangs, feel them tease and scratch at his bottom lip.

It wasn't fair Pax was too damn good at this, for only having slept with Starscream prior to coming here , it was as if he understood bodies, how they worked what they needed , oh Primus, the fingers that worked between each roller hub on his chest, the way he was biting just hard enough to straight up threaten to tear open his throat, and the movement of his hips as he valve fucked him, fuck, fuck, fuck, his body was being rocked with every motion, each one with aim and point to make sure their nodes ran the length of each other, the way it pushed up and down, over his valve, just the way he had, trying to fuck him with it as his hips jerked.

This time he could leave paint scratches on him, leave his mark and it wouldn't matter, his legs holding him tighter, his other hand pressed against Primes aft fingers rubbing at the panel there, he hadn't aft fucked him yet but by Primus, he might just sell his fragging spark to do so.

"You're playing a dangerous game Soundwave, you don't have anything to offer to enter there."

He grabbed Soundwave's hand and laced his fingers with it, pressing it against the cushions of the over sized chair

"And I have a promise to keep, don't I."

He shoved him onto his back putting the mechs legs against his body as he pushed forward, one hand on his calf the other now wrapped around his throat, squeezing, slowly adding pressure the harder he tribbed him.

The Decepticons back arched, he was no longer quiet, he couldn't be even if his life depended on it, one day he'd get Orion to pound into him, fill him with everything he had to offer but this right now, as his optics started rolling and with every grind that made his body rock was driving him crazy as he clawed at seating, it was there he was so close, so damn close, the pooling heat with every lick of Pax's node over his, a few more strokes and he'd, he'd.... Oh God, OH PRIMUS!

Orion bit down hard enough to tear the metal between neck and shoulder, there was something primal about the sound he made as both of them over loaded together, causing Soundwave's own climax to double in its intensity, making his whole body tremble and ache as a second one almost immediately followed, causing him to squirt hard against Primes valve as a sob left him, Primus fuck, their hips were still moving as they rode out the high....

Eventually it came to a stand still, cooling fans and the need to take in air to help his systems from burning up.

But Prime wasn't done as he started kissing down over his body, lightly nipping at the pinch roller hubs, taking his time with each one as he teased them with his glossa.

"It's time to keep my promise now, don't you think?"

"Y...yes....more..."

His spike panel opened with a hiss, clearly aching , begging for attention.

"Let us begin now shall we."

He purred kissing the tip nuzzling along the length of it.

If this was death, Soundwave thought to himself, then please, never let him stop dying.

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#transformers animated #transformers g1 #optimus prime #optimus tfa #megatron g1 #megop #writing this for me #cross over #megatron #soundwave #soundop

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quinloki · 1 year ago

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Birthday Request Event v2024

"It's my birthday and I'll write what I want to \o/"

Gift Details ♥ Reader Style: gn afab Character: Eustass Kid, Killer, Heat, Wire Vibe: NSFW Consensual AU: a/b/o AU Prompt: Size Difference Gift Giver: @nocturnalrorobin

Summary: You're the omega to four massive alphas, and the gods saw fit enough to at least grace you with a strong enough heat and just enough stamina to make it work.

Content Notes: fivesome, vaginal sex, cum play, nipple teasing, breeding bench, praise, so much swearing, messy sex, mentions of heat, alphas, omegas, etc. I finally wrote one of these at the length I meant to write all of these XD

This birthday party is 18+, consensual unless explicitly stated otherwise, and BYOB

“Fuck!” You grunt as Wire bottoms out inside you. The swear shatters and falls as a moan to the floor. He’s still only for a second before he starts moving again, long slow movements that have your legs shaking. Every little shift of the thick veiny beast can be felt, and the delicious pleasure it sends through you is intoxicating.

Cum covers your chest, cold and sticky as more leaks out of your over-filled cunt every time Wire pushes in again. Killer and Heat are at your chest, stroking themselves idly as they suck and lick your sensitive nipples.

Tied down to the breeding bench, you have little available movement, and despite the time that’s passed while the four alphas take turns trying to sate your desperate heat, you’re comfortable. That was half the point of the bench.

Sweat slicks your body, pooling a little along your sides as your fingers flex in the padded cuffs holding your wrists in place. It’s made your hair wet, but the guys have all been good about clearing errant strands away from your face, giving you kisses or nibbles as they do so.

Kid’s standing over you, his balls just out of reach of your tongue as you try to lick them. His muscles are rock hard, taut as he keeps himself standing while he’s dripping precum onto your neck. It’s his fault you’re covered in cum. He filled you first - and twice - before the others took their turns, and he’s been keeping himself calm since then by covering your body.

“Everyone’s opened you up before me,” Wire husks, voice tense. “You’re dripping fucking wet, but fuck you’re so tight.”

“That’s our, hngh, perfect little fucking omega.” Kid growls, grunting as he lowers himself enough to let you lick his balls while he cums on your throat. “Greedy enough to keep us all on our toes.”

Wire grunts. “I’m going to pick up the pace, say so if it hurts.” He commands you before putting his hands on your legs. The bench has them held up and open and Wire pushes enough to adjust the bench so that you’re spread open just a little wider. It’s the furthest setting of the bench, and it’s designed to be just inside what you can handle.

The heavy thrusts knock air and moans out of your mouth, rushing hot breath against Kid’s sack. He steps back enough to look at your face as Wire rails you. Heat and Killer stop stroking themselves, using their hands to hold your breasts steady while they continue to tease your nipples. It wouldn’t do to accidentally bite you because of Wire’s punishing pace.

“Fuck, watching the way your face changes when you’re close.” Kid purrs, hands on his cock, pumping himself as fast as Wire’s going. “That’s fucking hot.”

“K-Kid, please, Wire - please!” You gasp, brain addled with everything that’s happened the last, however long. Hours you’re sure. You’re exhausted, but the pleasure builds regardless. You can feel the raging need starting to finally die down and you don’t know if you’re truly sated, or if your body is too exhausted to continue regardless.

Heat and Killer suck harshly on your nipples in unison and you cry out. “Heat! Kuh-Killer! Sorry, I’m sorry - I’m gonna - I’m gonna!” You can’t escape the rising pleasure. You can’t escape the heavy thrusts, or the gentle caresses of tongues and fingers soothing your burning skin.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” the swears spill from your lips and you squirm against the binds. Wire pushes in deep, grinding into your throbbing cunt, and rolls his thumb against your clit. The sensation bursts stars in your vision as pleasure crashed into your body yet again. You tense and buck, fucking him despite your limited range of motion, as your mouth opens in a silent ring of pleasure.

One large hand covers your eyes and Kid cums in your gaping mouth. You can feel the warmth and rush of liquid as Wire fills you up, his cock pulsing inside you. He stays that way for a moment, hands moving over your shivering body as you slowly come down from the last orgasm you had to give.

You still mewl when he pulls out, the empty feeling sinking your body into bench as exhaustion melts any resistance your muscles and bones had left. The soft voices of four of the largest people you know coo at you as hands work carefully to release you from your restraints. They praise you, check in on you, and talk oh so sweetly to you.

As wet and wild and rough as the sex was, the aftercare will be so soft and sweet and warm.

#birthday request event #birthday request event 2024 #one piece drabble #reader insert #x reader #eustass kid #wire one piece #heat one piece #killer one piece #massacre soldier killer #mdni #a/b/o

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kymsys · 1 year ago

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(okay i was going about my day yesterday but i really couldn't get the merman au out of my head😭😭 i just imagine for a while somehow geto managed to sneak satoru into the palace and then it's a whole ordeal trying to hide him. panicked geto and oblivious gojo and really for all that image is stuck in my head i still have yet to write a proper interaction w them but!! it's not proofread so sorry if there are mistakes and it's a bit scattered but i had to get this one scene out that was brewing in my mind so🥺 ignore this if you want❗️❗️)

From the mezzanine, everyone looked like ants. Suguru had to squint to make out familiar faces in the crowd, and even then, the only person he could identify was a distant aunt of his that he had never really liked. Usually, he'd have been able to pick apart anyone of significance; he'd have known their name, their title, their interests.

Suguru would've known, he always memorises the details before public events — he spends days in his room at a time, talking into the mirror and telling his reflection things about these people who he has never met. Perhaps, lately, he'd been busy with Satoru.

Suguru smiled. He didn't feel as guilty as he thought he would.

A hand clapped on his back, and he jolted. Shoko beside him, cocking a brow. “What's got you looking like a dumbass?” Her voice was flat, eyes busy scanning the crowd and Suguru knew who she was looking for.

He cleared his throat. He couldn't really tell her that he was keeping a siren in the little pond in his private garden — well, it wasn't exactly little, but that information held no relevance anyway. Shoko was his dear friend, and he knew she would always support him, but he had to keep Satoru a secret, more for her sake. Suguru bit his lip in thought. If only Satoru didn't have such a strong taste for human flesh.

“Is meat more nutritious than fish?”

“What?”

“Nevermind.” Suguru winced at the look he was being sent. He didn't mean to blurt the question out, but he'd been thinking about it for days. The salmon that he'd been feeding Satoru probably wasn't enough to sustain a creature his size — especially when he was so active — which would mean he burnt through a lot of calories very quickly. “Utahime is on the balcony,” Suguru pointed in the general direction, giving Shoko a pat on the shoulder, “good luck.”

From his peripheral vision, he could see Shoko roll her eyes as he walked away, but she muttered a small 'thanks' before she turned to find the other woman. He was glad she finally had someone to open up to other than him — he saw how happy Shoko was with Utahime, and with the burden of inheriting the throne giving her sleepless nights, it was all Suguru could want for his closest friend.

He turned his attention back to the winding flight of stairs before him. Now, to find some meat.

KINGGGGGGGGGGGG (can i call you like that??)!!!! ♥ GAHHH IM SO HONOURED AND HAPPY, you actually wrote MORE??? bless you, this is truely amazing, this has me by my throat. thank you so fucking much, i love it!! <3 WHY THE FUCK WOULD I EVER IGNORE THIS, are u out of your mind. i LOVEEEE the way suguru keeps thinking about his little "pet" gojo and what would probably be the best food for him! like indeed he is a massive creature, he will probably need...a lot?? but also at the same time i can imagine that he is maybe not that....needy. isnt that a thing with lots of sharks or deep sea fish that they eat very little, just because its so hard to get by food? so their organism is evolved to survive on very little food and thrive nonetheless. MAYBE suguru just thinks gojo is in need of lots of food, but actually gojo just likes to eat bc he enjoys the food, but doesnt neccessarily need it?(he is also a mystical creature, so in that sense anything is possible really xD) I ALSO LOVE HOW SUGURU JUST RANDOMLY ASKS SHOKO ABOUT NUTRITIONS AND SHOKO IS JUST LIKE WHAT, i adore that ; u ; <3 AND OMG gojo lives in a pond in his private garden??? HOW CUTE!! so that makes me wonder (pls indulge with me) why would he bring this technically "monster" into his home? generally i would think maybe that a creature like that needs its space and would need their freedom? so MAYBEEEEE smth has happened? maybe gojo got hurt, maybe even when he was caught in the fishernet situation? MAYBE suguru needs to take care of him until he gets better and maybe gojo, the curious creepy creature that he is, enjoys the change of environment and the new feeling of being cared for?? its exciting for both! what do you think ?? 👉👈 maybe you had a different idea?? im so excited to hear your thoughts!! AND AGAIN THANK YOU, i love it SO much, i feel so lucky that you actually like it so much that you wanna write about it T___T ♥

EVERYONE LOOK !!!!!!!!

#fuuuuuuuuuuuck #this is so good #im blessed #thank you #kingdomofred #merman au #merman au lives #jjk #stsg #satosugu #geto suguru #gojo satoru #jujutsu kaisen

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broadwaydivastournament · 1 year ago

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Movie Musical Divas Tournament: Round 1

Bette, Babs & Beyond

Barbra Streisand (1942- ): Yentl in Yentl (1983) | Fanny Brice in Funny Girl (1968) and Funny Lady (1975) | Dolly Levi in Hello, Dolly! (1969) | Daisy Gamble, On A Clear Day You Can See Forever (1970)

"One can hardly say the word diva before someone is screaming for Barbra Streisand. And really, it’s hard to argue with that. She is chock full of magnetism, to the point where you can hardly look away. Even the weakest material feels astounding in her hands- I can say that with confidence, because I’ve watched Funny Lady XD. What more can I say? Babs is Babs." - anonymous

Bette Midler (1945- ): Mama Rose - Gypsy (1993) | Winifred Sanderson - Hocus Pocus (1993) Dixie Leonard - For the Boys (1991) | CC Bloom - Beaches (1988) | Rose - The Rose (1979)

"Bette can make you laugh and cry at the drop of a hat. She is bold, bawdy, fearless, and one of a kind!" - anonymous

This is Round 1 of the Movie Musical Divas tournament. Additional polls in this round may be found by searching #mmround1, or by clicking the link below. Add your propaganda and support by reblogging this post.

ADDITIONAL PROPAGANDA AND MEDIA UNDER CUT: ALL POLLS HERE

Barbra Streisand:

"She very good in Funny Girl (which isn’t even that strong a musical) and in Hello Dolly (which IS good but the movie flopped so hard the genre has never been the same). And still! She keeps singing like the queen she is." - anonymous

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Photos submitted by: @mygreatadventurehasbegun | Video submitted by: anonymous

Bette Midler:

"Perhaps better known for stage work and as a solo performer, but anyone who plays Mama Rose deserves to be in the ring! What a BELT. Able through sheer force of will to get musical numbers added into non-musical movies. And she deserves a huge amount of credit for being uncompromisingly herself - succeeding with a big brassy voice, a strong profile, and hair as uncontainable as her spirit." - anonymous

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Photos and video submitted by: anonymous

#moviemusicaldivas #moviemusicaltournamentpolls #mmround1 #bette midler #barbra streisand

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maximwtf · 11 months ago

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“No more stunts.”

Tighnari x Reader

Words: 1340

Google Docs Pages: 2

Warnings: hurt/comfort, injury, but no description of it. Platonic, but if you squint it’s not.

Opening: You’d been on a mission with Tighnari. Though, as much as he trusted your skills, you had somehow gotten yourself hurt at a withering zone. The trip back to Gandharva Ville is bound to be filled with some displeased murmurs and worried gazes, but before that Tighnari has to explain what happened.

AN// G/N reader :) I know I don’t really write for Tighnari, but aye just this once :”D While my brain is still rotted, have this ! I’ve written this now twice with a slightly different plot each time. Hopefully this turned out okay xd

“No more stunts.”

A fuzzy image played in your mind. The corners of your field of vision a deep red, a pressuring feeling behind your eyes. Exhaustion and an odd sickly feeling spreading all across your body. Everything else that should have made sense around you seemed a mess. So hard to navigate that there was no possibility you could have recognized where you were going. And perhaps for the best, that was where the memory ended. The image of it fading to a deeper red, before taking over fully.

Your eyes opened, faced with faint daylight. Mostly blocked by the branches of trees. A sense of confusion taking over, causing you to try and force yourself up. Which oddly enough ended up being possible. Ignoring the pounding headache and the remains of that weird sickly feeling from the faint memory you’d just seen.

But now that your vision had cleared the place you’d found yourself in had started to look far more familiar than before. It was the tent you and Tighnari had set up yesterday, having left it up before heading to the withering zone..today? Was it still the same day? And if it was, how long had you been out?

Outside the tent came silent noises. Focusing your vision to the direction of them, Tighnari appeared to be by the campfire. He’d been packing items up, and by the looks of the smoke coming from the campfire, he’d recently put it out. He was preparing to make the trip back. And what had you done to help him? You thought, feeling a wave of guilt strong enough to almost get you to get up and go help him. But that exhaustion you’d startled awake with weighed you down still, backing down any hope of going to help Tighnari.

Averting your eyes from him, your vision returned to the tent. Noticing some of your own belongings having been piled next to where your head had been resting. Also noting your own coat, which had been folded nicely into layers to support your head higher. No doubt Tighnari’s work as well. If knowing he’d been cleaning up by himself hadn’t made you feel guilty as it was.

How had you ended up here? The last memories you had, had been exactly the ones that had played before your eyes just moments before waking up. And hopefully the ‘how you had ended up here’ hadn’t been by Tighnari’s hands. Because at that point you would have successfully lost all credibility in the man’s eyes. Or so you thought.

And you’d soon come to find out. As by the sounds of it, Tighnari had finished whatever he’d been doing outside. The sounds of his shoes against the ground getting closer, soon his gaze landing on your moving form. “Are you feeling better?” He asked almost immediately while making his way towards you. The tone in his voice resembled worry, but was laced with frustration to hide the rest. Making you cringe at the words, but copying the way he hid his worry and nodded. Trying not to show him how bothered you felt.

But by that point, you weren’t even sure what ‘better’ meant in this context. Sure, your head was still pounding and maybe there was some fatigue mixed with it all. But depending on what had happened, perhaps this state was better? You rubbed your temples, a sigh escaping your lips. “How’d I get here?” You asked.

Tighnari kept gathering some of the items in the tent before pausing at the question. He seemd to rethink the events back for a moment before taking a seat to explain. “While clearing out the larger withering zone, I lost sight of you. I had no time to go looking, the withering zone had to be taken care of first. Since I had no idea if you’d been injured.” He explained, making your mind tick. His actions seemed to make sense, safety first. Yet, you still felt confused about the first portion of this. Where had you ended up? Getting out of sight like that in withering zones was something you knew through and through to not do. It seemed almost out of character for you to have done willingly. “But what I feared seemed to have been true. You’d gotten injured, and likely due to the mixed state of mind had attempted to get out of the zone. And due to this, walked astray and collapsed to an area out of sight.” Tighnari continued, giving you some time to think every now and then. Attempting to see if any of these points were refreshing your memory yet. But sadly it hadn’t, not yet.

You raised your gaze to him again, brows furrowed ever so slightly. Waiting for him to continue. Determined to figure this out. “Though, it seems you’d been conscious enough to get yourself a little further, to a more open area.” Tighnari took a breath, his eyes moving to your leg. “As for the bandages, you must have tripped at some point during that. The ankle looked sprained and there was a scrape, which you’d bandaged with a scarf.” He explains as your eyes go over where the makeshift bandage had been. Now replaced by neatly wrapped gauze, Tighnari’s handiwork.You smiled faintly at the sight. Knowing the other would speak of this later as if it was a bother for him, knowing he still cared.

The leg didn’t hurt, at the very least now that you were sitting still. Yet, something of what Tighnari had said started to jog your mind. A faint memory of pain surging from your leg floating in your mind now.

You took a breath, thinking of informing Tighnari of said memories coming back. But to no avail, him speaking up again, “I’m not done yet.” He says, making you cringe lightly. Not enjoying the sound of that. He looked at you with a slightly more annoyed, bothered expression, though his tone of voice didn’t sound angry. It never did. “You may have acted wisely by finding that open spot, so it was easier to aid you. But you still acted foolishly, endangering the whole mission by getting too far away in the first place.” Tighnari took a breath, giving you another look. “And I know you’re aware of why we stick within sight on these missions.” You cringed again, knowing he was correct. But also very much aware of how deserving of the scolding you were after pulling such a stunt.

“Because of this our return will be delayed, and the way back will be harder. A foolish act.” He huffs, at the end sounding a little more concerned than he was trying to let on. Seemingly having a hard time trying to cover that anymore. But he had said nothing but the truth, and you were grateful to him for springing into action when he was needed. “Thank you for aiding me…And eh, apologies for delaying the trip. I know you’re here with a tight schedule.” You squinted your eyes, hoping Tighnari would relent a little with the scolding after hearing that. Not continuing on with the lecture, making you cringe further. So just to be sure, “And- I think I can find something to make me less of a nuisance during the trip back”, you added. Watching as Tighnari shook his head, palm on his forehead as he pushed himself up. “Please, you’re not a nuisance…I’ll help you, of course.” He sighed, pausing. “But don’t go pulling stunts like that again. You know you’re far more experienced than that.” The forest ranger added a hint of a praise at the end, walking past you to the threshold of the tent. Caressing the top of your head on his way.

Proving that he truly couldn’t stay mad, but couldn’t bring himself to start showing he was concerned. Other than by the way he’d made sure the bandages he’d put on were neatly placed. He needed you to be at your best before starting the walk back.

#tighnari #tighnari x reader #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #x reader #tighnari genshin impact #tighnari genshin

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bubble-popping · 10 months ago

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day 23 and i'm inspired by a certain someone to share my own 'dreamxd as a loving and protective parental figure to dream' kind of au :D

Dream's frame shook as he sobbed, tears catching on the rim of his hood which was pressed snugly to his face. He hugged himself tightly, knees to his chest, curled in a safe little ball where the rest of the world couldn't reach him. Guilt and fear gripped his rapidly beating heart, a hummingbird in a too-small cage. He could still hear them, the mocking laughter of his classmates, shocked gasps from his friends too stunned to react. But that cruelty wasn't what scared him.

He was vaguely aware of the sun beginning its descent in the sky, that his friends and family were probably worried sick about him right now. Again, they weren't what concerned him at the moment.

Tiny squeaks made him tense. A blob wiggled out from his hoodie pocket, and his anxiety increased tenfold.

Dream brought the small creature into his hands, no bigger than his little fists, and yet the weight of a thousand suns rested in his palms. A gift from XD, meant to keep track of him and accompany him when XD couldn't be there. A blessing, and a curse. It whined at him, expression distraught and smile gone. Confused by the lack of his precious mask.

"It's okay! I'm okay, I promise! Please, don't tell XD-"

"Don't tell XD what?" The last voice he wanted to hear spoke behind him.

"N-nothing!" Dream answered too quickly. "Everything's fine, I'm fine." He struggled to keep his voice level. For the life of him, his lips just wouldn't stop quivering.

"Dream. Don't lie to me. You know how I feel about that." They said, firm, unyielding, terrifying-

Dream's throat closed up. He couldn't respond even if he tried.

He heard the shift of robes, of feet finally touching the forest floor, of feathers brushing each other as wings flexed. The blob he held warmed in an effort to soothe his trembling.

"Stand up and face me, Dream."

Dream winced, face scrunching like he was ready to be struck. Slow and hesitant, he got to his feet, then turned. He refused to look up from the grass. XD's robe blending with the color of the ground was so much easier to focus on than what their reaction would be, especially after Dream heard their sharp intake of breath.

If he wasn't so afraid, maybe he'd wonder about the intentions of a god knowingly inhaling when they didn't require oxygen to survive.

"Child..." they began, much gentler than their previous tone, "what's the meaning of these tears? And where's your mask?" But in Dream's mind, they just sounded hurt, betrayed.

Without warning, the small mortal broke down in sobs. Clutching the blob, he wailed apologies and pleas of mercy. His shoulders shook, a leaf fighting against the strong winds of a hurricane. He knew he looked nothing like the fierce, confident prodigy he'd promised XD. The god saw him for what he really was. Just a scared little boy, totally unworthy of their power, of the coveted status being a Prodigy brought.

To his utter surprise and bewilderment, he felt the tender touch of fingers pulling back the edges of his hood and large hands cupping his face. Thumbs brushed away the rushing tears. Dream found himself frozen, staring into warm green eyes just like his.

XD smiled at him, kind and soft and... human. There was no disappointment, no anger, no frustration.

Dream didn't understand. He'd let them down. He showed his weakness. They could see it, plain and clear as the grass was green and the sky was blue, and yet...

"Y-you're not mad...?"

"Why would I be?" They tilted their head. It was strange, XD rarely went without their mask. Their freckles were like little galaxies, features too perfect to be true, but they could pass as his sibling. Another question for a time when Dream wasn't so confused.

"I, I got in trouble... There was a different teacher today and she," he hiccuped, tears returning full force at the memory, "she took my mask. I cried and e-everyone just laughed at me-" his voice cut out, overtaken by messy blubbering.

XD merely shushed him, dual sets of arms wrapping him in comfort and warmth as they tucked him under their chin. They whispered soft reassurances, tone the embodiment of thick blankets and fluffy pillows. Hands combed through his hair, rubbed circles into his back, held him close. Six wings folded around him, further shielding his form until Dream could truly believe they were the only ones in the world.

Exhaustion began to set in, eyelids growing heavy, and made infinitely worse by the melodic humming of his god. The grip he had on XD's robes gradually loosened, cries dying down.

"Rest now, my child. You've had a long day. We'll talk in the morning."

"Promise...?" Dream murmured after a moment of silence, teetering on the cusp of sleep.

"I promise."

With that, the young boy let himself fall into sweet slumber.

#dreblr #dreamxd #dsmp fanfic #daily drabbles #bubble writes #they're not his actual parent but close enough

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maebird-melody · 3 months ago

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WIP Word Game

I was tagged by @the-oaken-muse! You have no idea the abundance of WIPs I have right now. XD We are going to try pulling a snippet from different stories for each of these~

The game: you will be given a word. Then you share one sentence/excerpt from your wip(s) that start with each letter of your word.

My word from Oaken is ACORN.

“And live a life chained to the lesser kinds, always doing their bidding? How low our noble kin have fallen!” “To serve is an honor,” Embraterion replied, voice strained. “But clearly not one which you can respect.” “Penumbrael was right. You are weak.” Ignafeldor’s lip curled into a disdainful grimace. “I will not kill you yet, Dragon King. First, I want you to watch your precious world burn.”

Clocks? Nothing but timepieces filled the bag almost to the brim. Everything from wristwatches to mantlepiece timekeepers to sundials. Maybe a watchmaker had lost his luggage. Or perhaps a merchant had misplaced his wares. He closed the bag and tucked it under his cloak. If the owner ever came to reclaim it, then he could always return the thing. What on earth he would do with so many clocks in the meantime, though, he had no idea.

"Or go. I don’t care either way.” You’re putting her in danger just by being here, a part of his mind whispers. Isn’t this exactly what you were trying to avoid? They ride in tense silence until the bus approaches MJ’s block. Spider-man pulls the cord. MJ looks at him with narrowed eyes. “How did you know this was my stop?” Spider-man starts to sweat. “Are you stalking me?” “No! I, uh—I didn’t know. I was just—just gonna get off. Here.” He clears his throat. “You should be safe on your own now.”

“Right away, my lady.” There it was again, that icy facade fit snugly back into place. Cordelia played along, letting Bernan escort her from the warm room into the chilly interior of the estate. He led her up the dark staircase and down a long series of corridors until they reached a dim hall, tucked neatly out of the way. A visiting noble would consider it a slight being put up in any of these rooms. She supposed a criminal on trial, even an inklooded one, did not have the luxury to complain about their living arrangements.

Nocturn’s head snaps to the right. He definitely did not say that. “Hello? Who is there?” “You will not lack for diversions during your afterlife.” The voice whispers into his ear. “Where are you? Show yourself!” Nocturn turns to his left. No one. “Your power is strong enough to rival the Ancients.” It comes from behind him now, but the agora is empty. “Yes, enough power still lingers within your core to perhaps even join them.” “Answer me!” Nocturn shouts, voice cracking and wisping like a bonfire as anger boils in him.

Tagging @imakemywings (pretty sure if you're not tagging me in a WIP game, then I'm tagging you lol), @prydoniantrash, @tundra-tiger, and @misstooni

Your word is SIGMA ;)

#wip wednesday #mcu spiderman #original work #embraterion's folly #inkbound #danny phantom #dp nocturn #dp clockwork #time lost au #psychopomp au #mae writes

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unlikelywrestlingfan · 4 months ago

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(uh the anon from before here) pretty please tell me ALL about it ! i have all the time in the world for haters >:)

You energy delights me, Anon!

Alright, *cracks knuckles* let's give this a shot

Why does Elle hate Jay White?

Where to begin? Well, I suppose at the beginning...I don't have a for sure 100 percent clear memory, but I believe my first exposure to Jay White was when he cameoed on AEW for the first time. I remember having a ew no reaction to him right away. I had vaguely heard his name, but hadn't gotten into nooj yet. I believe I asked @elitehoe who the guy that showed up was and why people were freaking out.

Now I would have to scroll back REALLY far to see exactly what she said, but I think the gist was "that's the guy that took over Bullet Club from Kenny Omega." And while I was still a very reluctant Kenny fan (that's it's own long story for another time), I immediately disliked that this man overthrew my beloved Young Bucks.

And then, the more I learned about him, the more I hated him.

Now is probably a good time to clarify, since you are new here, as you say, dear anon, that while I hate the fictional wrestling character Jay White, I have absolutely nothing against Jamie White, Real Life Guy From New Zealand That Now Lives on a Farm in Florida. I am actually a huge fan of his, but we'll get back to that later.

Anywho, the more I learned about Jay White, the more I hated him. I'm probably going to forget at least one thing, but here's a list of reasons:

Pride: The most surefire way to get me to hate a character is if their main or one of their main traits is pride. It pushes all the wrong buttons and pisses me off. This is, of course, a very common character trait in wrestling. But man, Jay White really takes it to a new level. It irritates the ever living shit out of me, especially when he makes delusional, hyperbolic claims, usually in the midst of his "catalyst" speeches.

He's too fucking loud: The man will not shut up. His voice and his words irritate me. Stop talking.

What is love (baby don't hurt me): Jay White cares for no one. Absolutely no one. Not even himself, really. But he's really good at pretending to care. We've seen it happen over and over again, he gets someone to trust him and then he stabs them in the back the second they aren't useful to him anymore (and this is an excellent villainous quality in a heel). What really drives me crazy is the fact that people keep FALLING for it. "But no, Elle, he really loves ELP!" And then he didn't. "But no, Elle, he really loves Juice!" Just wait for it. Just wait.

Alex Shelley: This takes more or less explanation, based on how much you know about Alex Shelley. The VERY abbreviated version is: Alex Shelley is one of my fave wrestlers and is also basically Jay's wrestling dad, and they have long rivalry. Jay's finisher IS Shelley's finisher. Every time commentator says "Bladerunner," I'm like *Shellshock.

People ignore his crimes: So many people excuse Jay's years of war crimes because they think him pretty. And, I don't begrudge them that because hello this is wrestling, BUT it makes me feel crazy that I'm one of the few people that doesn't feel this way, and I must rise up in spite to equal the love he gets despite his crimes.

The war crimes: He's a nasty, nasty heel with no love for anyone, and this makes him fun to hate.

Switchblades: I already liked knives, but he has claimed them as his symbol. I liked them first. Back off, Knife Rat.

Committing to the Bit: I accidentially became known as the number one Jay White hater here on wrestleblr, and I am the queen of committing to the bit, so it has definitely snowballed XD. And I'm cool with that

Catharsis: So back to the whole hate the character not the guy thing. Catharsis. In case this term is unfamiliar, it's basically the release of strong emotions. In the context of media, it often refers to being able to release and/or process strong emotions via media. Think of crying during a death scene or such. I really try to love all human beings. I'm far from perfect, but I don't like to hate actual people or take out my anger on them. So Jay White is a character I can vent my anger and frustration on. He's not real; he can't be hurt by my rage. I don't have to censor or tamp down my anger about him. To be clear, I would never, ever direct any of this hate at Guy Who Plays Him. Boo him at an event? Absolutely. Send him hate online? No. The other element of this catharsis, is recompense. This is huge in wrestling in and of itself! In real life, bad guys don't always get punished. But in wrestling, even if a heel wins a feud, gets a title, or such, there's payback. There's just desserts. So watching Jay White fuck around and eventually find out is deeply satisfying and cathartic, in the same way watching a movie villain getting their due is! So, my hate for Jay White the character is, in a way, a (platonic) love letter of appreciation for Guy Who Plays Him. I am genuinely, deeply thankful to this extremely talented performer for giving me a bad guy to passionately boo and hate in a safe space for expression such emotions!

Friendship: This sounds weird, but ironically for the guy with no friends, I've had multiple friendships strengthened around my Jay White spite XD.

Honestly, there's so much more to the Spite Jay White story. But this, I believe, answers the why question.

Thank you for asking, and thank you for reading!

#elle spites jay white #that knife guy from new japan #man that was a doosey #i've been working on this pretty much the whole first hour of nxt lol #unlikelywrestlingfan

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lagoonalake · 1 year ago

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WAYV IDEAL TYPE

KUN

Personality: 7 of swords, the lovers, the wheel of fortune

Kun wants a serious relationship, he wants to find his soulmate, but could have a lot of karma to release when it comes to love, so he tends to attract tricksters, people who are beautiful and seem romantic but are not all they appear to be. That being said, he tends to go for driven people who are goal oriented (sometimes have a tendency to use him for their goals), who are good at making decisions, diplomacy and business, very intelligent, cunning people. They can unfortunately also be opportunistic, unreliable and fame hungry or too focused on their status. He needs to find someone with those same qualities (willpower, intelligence, cunning) but with integrity too and/or fighting for a good cause. all air signs especially gemini, capricorn, leo

Appearance: justice, queen of swords, the world

Ice queens, tall, lean, cold looking, would prefer an asian, sculptural, good bone structure, pale skin, elegantly dressed, looks play a strong part when he is attracted to someone, someone who could look like him a bit, mirror his looks a bit, clear cold voice, haughty, proud expression, high status, famous for their beauty, elegance and style, how respectable they are. Well connected, this isn’t about looks per say, but he would be impressed if he saw that person for the first time amongst a certain circle, talking to important people, that would impress him. capricorn, libra, aquarius, virgo

Turn offs: 9 of cups, 8 of wands, 10 of wands

Overindulgence, laziness, someone who isn’t taking care of their health or looks, someone a bit too eager to be friend with him or too spontaneous (he prefers that unreachable coldness), someone too loud, unrefined, goofy, someone who is exhausting, whose energy is too loud, too bombastic, someone impulsive, who don’t think before they act, too fast paced and childish. sagittarius, pisces, cancer, taurus, aries

TEN

Personality: king of wands, 3 of wands, the sun

He is attracted to driven go getters but compared to Kun who was more into strategists, Ten is into the fighters, the fiery individuals who believe in themselves, strong egos, very proud but dignified people, with a lot of integrity, a noble character, who never gives up, strong, focused, what you see is what you get, although at times they could hide a bit behind their pride. Honest, straight-forward people, respectable and who shine brightly, fun and full of life, connected to their inner child, creative, artistic. Born leaders who can guide and inspire others. fire signs, especially leo and aries

Appearance: queen of pentacles, 3 of pentacles, the wheel of fortune

Sensual and sexy, not shy to show off their body, could prefer darker skin tone, a dancer, someone with a very flexible body, hips, long limbs, lean, wider features, open honest expression, wide smile, a more simple, ethnic style, shorter hair, warm colors, earthy colors (orange, green, brown…), kinda has a more raw sex appeal taurus, aries, sagittarius

Turn offs: the chariot, queen of wands, ace of swords

So he is one of those who is turned off by the negative sides of what he is attracted to, when that shows up in a reading it makes me think that the person must always go for the same type XD So impulsivity pushed to the extreme, extreme pride and overblown ego, narcissism, domineering personality who needs to bring others down in order to feel good about themselves, “my way is the only way”, people who are too blunt, too direct with their words to the point they are being cruel, people who always look for a fight mars, fire signs

WINWIN

Personality: 2 of swords, 7 of wands, queen of pentacles

He is attracted to rather shy individuals, he finds it charming, and values the fact that it takes time for a person to open up, he finds it more meaningful when they finally do, someone slow to trust, who would be intelligent and practical when it comes to love, would need proof that they can trust him, but when they’ll finally do, would be very stubborn and invested in the relationship, quite passionate. Someone who is balanced, open minded, able to see things from a different perspective, still opinionated and stubborn, grounded, organized, stable, with a realistic and mature mindset. Healing, a caretaker. nurturing, would play a more traditional role in the relationship. Still with their own goals and independence. libra, virgo, cancer, aries

Appearance: justice, 8 of cups, 6 of pentacles

Probably not a celebrity, mature, could be into older partner, who looks serious, at times intimidating but kind when you approach them, he’s not too concerned about beauty, more about the person’s aura, if they look trustworthy, he'd like to see someone being kind to others or animals, someone who is a bit withdrawn. A balanced, healthy, moderate appearance, nothing too flashy. Harmonious features, natural, healthy, sturdy beauty. saturn, scorpio, virgo, cancer

Turn offs: 7 of wands, knight of pentacles, death

So while he would want his partner to have their own goals, he still wants to be the primary breadwinner and provider, he has more traditional views of partnership, and it’s also because he wants his person to trust him and relax. So someone too ambitious, too competitive, too combative or too masculine. Also someone destructive, or overwhelmed by their emotions that they lose sight of reality and would hurt others without even realizing they do (I feel like this is something he most likely experienced). Someone who in messy, always in crisis mode, with no stability, with serious mental health issues. scorpio, aries, leo, capricorn, mars, pluto

XIAOJUN

Personality: 2 of pentacles, queen of pentacles, 4 of wands

Similar to Winwin he wants someone who would support and help him, with a strong head on their shoulder, a grounding, warm presence, he is more interested in a long term, stable relationship, he wants to be able to balance career and love life so he needs a person who possibly could assist him in his career, good at managing the practical things. He also wants his relationship to feel like a celebration, so he likes a fun loving, playful, funny, creative individual. Romantic, relationship oriented, who boost his confidence. The physical aspect of the relationship is important for him, not just sex, but that he can touch his partner, feel them close, that they would be responsive to his touch, a tangible, sensual presence, which I guess would fit more into the appearance section, but it showed up here lol. all earth signs especially taurus and virgo, libra, leo

Appearance: knight of swords, ace of cups, page of wands

So besides the sensuality, he is attracted to a fresh, clean appearance. Someone with swift movements, strong body, well designed facial features, athletic. Someone who enjoys the outdoors, more natural looks. Possibly more masculine or simple, he’s not too concerned about fashion or being cute and pretty. Someone who is quite expressive, who can look fierce one moment, then full of emotions and then happy and enthusiastic. It’s not so much about beauty that it is about the emotional and mental connection. gemini, aquarius, sagittarius, cancer

Turn offs: 4 of swords, 8 of swords, 9 of pentacles

Someone apathetic, lethargic, lazy, someone who doesn’t seem to care about anything, seems always bored, someone a bit stupid who doesn’t have anything to say, who doesn’t have any conversation, is shallow, only focused on making money, and enjoying their luxuries, someone spoiled, who never had to lift a finger in their life, someone insecure, pessimistic who has no will power and determination. cancer, pisces, neptune, taurus

HENDERY

Personality: death, king of swords, the tower, 7 of pentacles

He could be attracted to rather dark individuals. Charming and charismatic yet intimidating, powerful people with a brilliant mind, strategists, seemingly in control, could be cold and unmovable or detached, but actually quite destructive and super intense. Great talkers, thinkers, leaders. interesting people who have great conversation. Quiet introvert, very patient, but extremely determined and stubborn. Secretive. Good at mind games. He is attracted to that transformative and ultra intense energy, and his relationships are chaotic and passionate, sometimes there is a long period of waiting or pining, longing from afar, until one of them makes a move, but they would both feel the intensity and the slow burn makes it more exciting. When they finally give in it’s an all or nothing type of love, and more often than not a love that hurts and consumes him. scorpio, pluto, capricorn, aquarius

Appearance: the empress, 3 of cups, the hierophant

A traditional, natural beauty, who doesn’t have to do too much to look attractive, a "fertile” beauty. Radiant skin, soft body, sensual, feminine. Someone who smells good. Slow, calm, steady energy. Despite the colder personality, he likes someone who looks friendly (which makes me think his type is someone who is good at masking their true feelings and intentions, very secretive). Long soft silky hair that he’d like to touch. Soft calm voice. Like Xiaojun, touch is very important for him. Warm, earthy colors, brown, gold, pink. venus, taurus, virgo, libra, pisces

Turn offs: 2 of wands, ace of swords, strength

He likes having to figure out someone’s true intentions and decipher them, so someone who is too simple and direct is not as interesting to him XD someone too bold, too spontaneous, what you see is what you get type of people, it’s not that he is annoyed by them, and he could be friend with them, but he cannot feel attraction for them, he really prefers that enigmatic puzzling quality. Someone disheveled, who looks like a mess or like they are struggling. He is into the stoic, well groomed, perfectly in control type. Colors or styles that are too flashy. Masculine, sharp, rough appearance or voice. aries, sagittarius, leo, aquarius, uranus, mars

YANGYANG

Personality: 10 of wands, queen of swords, the sun

He is attracted to a wounded, tired soul, similar to Kun, he tends to be tricked by the glamour of beauty or fame, status and wants to be of help to a rather cold, tired individual who honestly most of the time feels empty and dry. Someone who could treat him like a servant a bit, but he would feel honored to have been accepted by this person. This could be a specific energy I’m picking up on, an actual person. Yet this person is very physically beautiful, has a high status, is famous, adored, which is all intimidating yet they accepted him so the relationship feels special, but it is one sided. Could be slightly older than him or have a lot of experience in the industry that has taken a big toll on them. What he needs is an intelligent, elegant, poised yet giving individual who would give as much as he does, someone optimistic, generous and warm. libra, leo, capricorn

Appearance: judgement, 5 of swords, knight of cups

Someone impressive spectacular looking, the “wow” type of person at least to him, someone who would make a big impression on him, confident and who stands out from the crowd, a bit mean looking, tall, striking features, radiant, shining brightly, seductive, looks like a heart breaker or someone who could have anyone, sexy and magnetic, could prefer sharper features, aquiline nose, dark almond shaped eyes, lean tall body, straight black hair, wide, square, structured shapes. Otherworldly. capricorn, saturn, aquarius, scorpio, pisces

Turn offs: justice, 10 of pentacles, 3 of swords

A relationship that would feel too much like business. For example he wouldn’t like to go on a dating app (not that it would be much possible as an idol) or be introduced to someone, having to go on dates to test the chemistry, he wouldn’t like that. Someone who is too practical, too secure, too predictable. Someone moralizing, a preacher, overly critical. Too much stability, he kinda likes being in the dark. Equality, he prefers some kind of imbalance. However he is also turned off by treachery, someone who would break his trust, someone who uses him, hides things from him, and cheats, which he will inevitably experience with the type of person he is currently involved with. He’ll grow from this though. air and earth signs

#kpop #kpop tarot #wayv #wayv tarot #wayv ideal types #kun #ten #winwin #hendery #xiaojun #yangyang #wayv ideal type #kpop ideal type #nct

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yourimaginationrealm · 2 years ago

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Part 2

To Part 1:

Finally, I finished part two! I hope you like it liked the first one! I just did not anymore head canons: I wrote scenarios. Or written out head canons.! Still, hope you like it.

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@ani-girl (Because you wanted more xD)

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Shinya is defintily the cool uncle who always teases you and Guren. He is absolutely supportive of you two what means having literally million of photos from you like a family. So, whenever Guren acts all cool, he likes to break the ice and embarrass Guren with some real Dad pictures.

"Ahhhh! Look here. You are looking like a real father of Yuu!" " There! You could mean that you two are married and Yu is your real son!" "Remember when you smiled warmly at them..."

Yes, Shinya is a real pain in the ass for Guren. More likely, he loves to make him jealous. Sometimes, you have missions with other soldiers and Shinya takes pictures of you with other persons in very misleading positions.... "Wow, the new partner of Y/N looks really amazing, don't you think...?" " Aren't they a perfect team? They understand each other without words."

Guren never shows jealously, but somehow he is very curious with who you work. And likes to talk them down....

Before Yuu enters your life, you knew Guren as a high ranking soldier who is arrogant. You thought, he is an ass. Both of you, worked already together when you meet Yuu the first time in the cold. You respected Guren as a strong soldier and listen to his commands. Without Yuu, you would never become so close to this man. Like a magnet or a red thread, you always drawn back to him or he is to you. Moreover, Yuu symbolize the red thread. Of course, this means you two start to worry for each other. Of course, you kinda get that Guren has a soft spot.

You were ready to sacrifice yourself for the sake of humanity. At least, you were ready. The mission could fail without finding someone, playing the decoy yet nobody signed up freely. You sighed and walked to the center of the group. You explained your plan and how you distract the nobles for their safety. You gulped down your own knot in your throat. And definitely, not thinking about Yuu.

"ARE YOU INSANE?!" The voice sounded raspy and pitched high at some vocals. You head flew towards the said man. "That is never gonna happened and the stupidest plan I ever heard. We get here out together!" Guren yells at you like he wants to make his point clear. "Then, tell us, how are we making it out alive without sacrificing one...?" You were angry that he screamed unnecessarily at you and start provoking him more. In the end, Shinya helped Guren with a plan to get you out alive so you both survived.

It was reckless for Yuu to intervene with a noble vampire yet he saved you and Guren. Somehow, you killed the Noble as a team. In the end, Guren pats Yuus head with side comment. „Reckless but you did well!“

"I am proud of you, Yuu! Amazing Job!" The boy could not feel more proud, energetic and loved.

The fight between Guren and Mika is stopped by you. You recognise the old friend Yuu has always talked about.

“What the hell? Get out of my way, Y/N!”

“No, Guren! Don’t you see it ? It’s Mika !”

“Yes, all I see, is a Vampire!”

Mika was ready to lunge at you when he overheard a particular name….

“Yes, a Vampire yet Yuus old friend Mika!”

Mika: “Yuu?”

Guren: “Come on, he is changed and a blood sucker!”

“Still his friend and family!”

You are the only person who can stop Guren. He sinks his sword and scoffs at your attempt.

"Thank you, Guren!" You said with a slight smile.

Yuu knows that he can trust you and such actions brought more and more bond towards you. After all, you and Guren belong to his family.

Yuu loves you with all his heart. Wherever he sees you, he has to smile and talk to you. He appreciates how nice, strong, independent, pretty, warm, motherly you are and definitely can kick Gurens ass. He knows that he can be a bit arrogant too or too motivated to fight vampires but you regularly get to him when you say: "You have that from him! Don't imitate Guren so much!" Yuu deny this fact with all he can. "I am not like him!" "You are..:" "Never...!" "You totally do..:!" "Do not!" You bicker a bit until you pat his head lovingly which makes him stop and enjoys your touching. You smile warmly at him and just say he should behave now. Of course, he listens to you. In emotional moments, you hug him without a warning. He needs it and just let his body rest on yours. There are more moments than he can count, he would love just to say 'I love you, mom' and often almost had this word on his tongue.

Later, when Yuu joins the Japanese Imperial army, you start to be the stressed out person. You worry too much even though you look like to him the chillest person. After he got injured real bad, you killed the vampire who hurt him and stood at his side on the bed for hours until he wakes up with teary eyes and still your weapon in your hands. Still dizzy, he slipped the ma word without realizing it as he sees you. "Mom...?" You caress his cheek and mumble a soft: "Yes, mom is here, dear." A few tears slipped from your eyes.

The time were you couldn't save Guren and he was dragged away by a Noble. You don't know why you felt like shit. But he sends you a gaze that you should leave. You both know that Yuu would freak out and wants to save you both if you fail. So you should retreat and calm Yuu down.

Before you left him, you delivered Guren your threat that you kill him again if he dies before you save him. He just lies on the floor with a painful smirk. "I guess that is my only fear..."

Of course, Yuu was furious yet you talked some sense to him. Walking with Yuu alone home, if gives you a feeling how single mothers have to feel. However, this showed you how important this idiot became to you.

Yes, Yuu is a big fan of your fighting style. He loves to brag about you in front of his friends. Sometimes, he tries to imitate you but Shinoa lost it as shakes hair for the hairflip.

„You are such a mamasboy!“

„Did you see her ? How she got very vampire?! Cool, right?“

Of course his male friends were impressed, too. They are your own little Fanclub. Congratulations.

Sometimes, you overhear Guren talking about you in front of Yuu… More like :

“Well, she is a good archer but she lacks sharpness in a fight. She is too emotional and diverted…”

“What did you just say about me?”

Every time, both gained a heart attack!

“Who saved your ass last time from the vampire chick before she could sank her teeth in your-!?”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah! No need to speak out details! That was close I know!”

Yuu loves when you two bicker and laughs heartily. He knows you two show affection by teasing each other.

“Don’t laugh! It happened only this time!”

“Only this time?! I believe Shinya has a whole album of How Y/N saves Guren from silly situations. "

"From what does he not have an album..." The colonel groans.

#imaginationrealm #anime #anime imagines #imagines #owari no seraph shinya #owari no seraph fluff #owari no seraph imagine #owari no seraph guren #ichinose guren #guren ichinose #guren x reader #seraph of the end yuu #seraph of the end x reader #seraph of the end imagine #seraph of the end scenarios #ons scenario

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