#You still haunt the corners of my heart (Nightmare AU ~ Sans)

[atqh16]

For my Minato lives au

Minato wakes up with Kushina’s name on his lips and Sarutobi’s heart breaks for him. He’s seen his fair share of grief and tragedy. He’s fought in 3 different wars ever since he was a teenager. Life had rarely been painless for him and his people.

Still, it never makes it any easier.

Minato is not conscious enough to receive a reply and before Sarutobi can even get up from his seat, the man has already fallen back into a more peaceful slumber after several nights of restless, feverish, nightmares.

At least the worst has passed, he thinks as he leaves, hoping that whatever waited for his protégé when he awakes will be enough to root him to the earth. Right now, Konoha needed him more than ever.

When Minato finally breaks through his dreams the first thing he feels is surprise before he’s speared by a pain so deep and visceral that it’s a shock to him when he sees no wound on his chest where the agony was tearing him apart. Truthfully he knows why he’s feeling the way he is. His memory is not merciful enough to have blocked out the reality he’s being made to face but as he’s learned over the years, awareness doesn’t take away grief. Nothing can and that is another fact that has him choking on his own breath. Before the nurses can even be alerted of his waking, tears are already falling in unbidden streams that soak the pillow beneath him. Every part of him hurts but the pain is not enough to distract him from the horrible picture in his mind that replays like a haunting nightmare he can't seem to break through.

He can feel with unwavering clarity how it felt to have his hands sticky and wet, soaked with Kushina’s blood even as she smiled in his arms, dark blue eyes never leaving the sight of their son that he’d placed so delicately on her chest.

The nurses seem to understand without words because as soon as the doctor left after a short evaluation, a crib was wheeled into the room and suddenly Minato felt like he’s fallen back into a dream but one that’s managed to pierce the darkness and loosen the knot around his chest.

Naruto feels almost weightless when the nurse finally places him above his heart, so much so that Minato doesn’t think he’d believe his child was even there were it not for his own eyes assuring him of the truth.

“Naruto”, he whispers as the tiny life fusses and whimpers in the blue wrap he’s bundled in.

A part of him wants to sit up so he can fully feast his sight on his son. But even being awake for a bare few minutes has depleted his strength. Still even as his eyes fall to a close, his grip on Naruto doesn’t loosen.

“I love you. I’ll take care of you. I promise. Till my last breath”

““Lord Fourth, I must insist that this is not a conduct fit for a Hokage”

Minato doesn’t even look up from where he was reading through a report on his desk, his right hand twiddling a pen while his left pats the bottom of the wrap that was strapped over his shoulder and side just loose enough to comfortably nestle his 3-week-old son. Naruto’s annoyed grumbling tapered off back to sleep soothed by his father’s touch.

“Lord Fourth-“

“Inside voices Shimura-San. If you’d be so inclined”, Minato whispers back in his usual calm demeanor but no one in the room misses the sharp way the words are uttered.

Minato can almost hear Danzo gritting his teeth.

“Lord Fourth, I must insist that it is both unnecessary and unsuitable for a child to be guarded by the Hokage when we have perfectly competent caretakers to look after him while you work and anbu to protect him”

“I don’t think Naruto’s presence has caused any disturbance in my work ethic as of yet. Is my son’s presence bothering you Nara-San?”

Shikaku, who’d been standing idly by the filing cabinet, can barely hide the smirk threatening to lift the corner of his lips.

“Not at all, Lord Fourth. I say Naruto being here creates a much calmer atmosphere and helps you focus without being distracted by worry for his well-being should he be cared for by anyone else”

“Thank you Nara-San. And I trust that you will be honest and straightforward with me if Naruto’s presence does create a problem in your ability to commit to your work?”

“Of course Lord Fourth. I wouldn’t be so disrespectful as to be less than truthful to you”

“That’s settled then”, Minato says cheerfully but his tone falls with a firm finality in the air that brooks no argument. The very thing that had made Sarutobi choose him as his successor and also the very thing that was the bane of Danzo’s existence. Minato’s refusal to ever let anything pass his awareness without strict scrutiny.

Minato drops his eyes back onto the document lying so ‘invitingly’ on his desk and it's as clear as a dismissal as it can get.

Shikaku barely manages to catch the door in time before the older man can slam it shut behind him as he leaves the office.

Still, Naruto ever sensitive to even the smallest disturbance, begins to fuss in annoyance but he calms quickly when his father presses him just a tad tighter against his chest.

“I don’t think I need to warn you about getting on the man’s bad side”, Shikaku tries to scold in a grave voice but Minato knows his friend well enough to decipher the hint of mirth peeking behind his words.

“I’ve been on his bad side since day one. Why stop now? Besides, watching out for his schemes and machinations is your job isn’t it?”, Minato jokingly replies and his smile widens when his advisor gives him a mournful look.

“You put too much work on me. Can’t you leave me unbothered for once?”

Minato graces him with a cheeky smile, “I’m sure you’ll have more than enough time to spend at home afterward to pass on your wisdom and philosophy to your son. But until then, call Fugaku in will you?”

Shikaku gives him a playful salute as he leaves, careful to open and shut the door without so much as a squeak.

As soon as the door closes, Minato brushes his fingers through his hair before massaging his forehead and letting out a lethargic sigh.

“One at a time. One at a time”

@maelstrom-of-emotions thoughts?

[multiverse-of-souls]

@draftink​ -  🐤!!

[the-judge-of-bones]

@draftink​ continued from ASK

“W̶̛̞Ḧ̷̢́A̴͈͌T̴̹̕ ̶̪̕Ȉ̴̙S̵̮͑ ̵̱͂W̵̩͌R̶̰͗O̴̱͝N̶̡̿G̴͔͛ ̸̪̈́W̶̰͠Ǐ̴̘Ť̷̤H̸̖͝ ̸̝͋Y̴̰͌O̵̠͗U̴̩̔.”

‘YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT HE’S BEEN DOING!’

“I̴̯̕ ̶͙̌D̴͍͝O̷͐͜N̴̥̎'̶͈̉T̸̨̽ ̵̳̈́C̸̟̏Ä̵͉́R̴̡͘E̶̪̋ ̵̘͝W̸̩͝H̴̠͑Ạ̷̐Ṯ̷̚ ̴̖̿H̶̩͊E̴̋ͅ'̴̤̿S̶͖͝ ̸̼̊B̸͔͊E̶͙̚E̸͎̚N̵̯͆ ̶̞̆U̷̧͂P̶̺̏ ̶̭̀T̵̛̝O̵̜͑.”

‘BUT HE’S BEEN WORKING W-.’

“H̸͓͐E̷̮͠ ̷̪̌Ċ̷̜O̵͉̾U̷̹͐L̵̠̏D̴́ͅ ̵̢̈́B̸̧͊E̷͈͘ ̸̢̈W̵̛͉O̶̭̓R̷̢͛K̵̭̅Ỉ̶͓N̷͙͐G̴̤͝ ̸̡̅W̸͑ͅI̸̜͝T̵̥͠H̵̯͊ ̴̖̾D̶̼̓È̸̯S̷̝̈́T̵̪̚I̴̼̾N̵̹͒Ỹ̴̬ ̶̝̆Ȉ̵͔T̷̹͆S̸̮͊Ĕ̶̩L̸͚͌F̸̱̚ ̶͔͋F̴̣̍Ọ̵́Ŕ̶̥ ̷̺̏A̵͉͛Ľ̶̺Ļ̵͝ ̴͎̄Í̵͉ ̴͔̿C̸̜͘A̴̡͌R̸̫̄È̷͉,̵̭͌ ̷̜̀Ḡ̶ͅE̵͇̐T̷̆͜ ̷̼͂O̴̤̓U̴̡͌Ṱ̵͋ ̴͈̈́Ö̶̫́F̵̗̔ ̶̠̉M̵͔̊Ŷ̷͎ ̶̯́Ŝ̸͕I̴̫̋G̴̈͜Ḧ̶̜́T̵̺͑.”

As loud as dream could be, Nightmare in some ways was still louder, voice layered and heavy. Not the usual softer, royal tone he often took to chide people, he was pissed, Tentacles that had split into a few extra were all lashing angrily on his back. Dream would be lucky if they didn’t hit him on accident but rather then resulting to blows, for once he didn’t do that, No he took the high road (And he wasn’t fully recovered from the last battle yet either, bones protesting underneath the goo that kept him together-) and made his way over to ink. One of the tentacles sliding around his waist and lifting him up into it’s grasp, like a gooey cradle, careful not to shake him despite the anger of it’s host.

“D̸̜́Ǫ̸͘Ḙ̸̛S̴̗̎ ̶̩̋T̷̜́H̵̭̏I̵͔̕S̸̞̊ ̴̣̓L̴̹͗O̴̱̾Ö̶̬Ǩ̷͓ ̵͙͒N̵̄ͅO̴̩̾R̷̹̍M̴͖̓A̵̡̎L̴͎͑ ̸̜̐T̸̘̀O̷̜̽ ̴͕̂Y̴̳̚O̸̯͘Ù̵̼?̶̝̈́,̵͓̈́ ̵̦́D̶̳̈́O̸̢̿É̶̲Ŝ̶ͅ ̶̯́Į̸̛T̵̺̾ ̵̤̈́D̴̨̿R̷͕͝E̶̠̒Â̶̟M̸̞͝?̶̹̀?̶̗͘,̵̻̀ ̷̣̂Y̶̯̕O̴̗̅Û̸̞ ̵̱̍Ĉ̴͓L̷̥͒Ů̶̬È̷̞L̵͎͗E̶̞̒S̷̟̀S̴̛̯,̶͔͑ ̸̢̏N̸͚̄A̸̰͠Ī̸̩V̷͔͝Ḙ̷̈́ ̸̹͊L̵̘̿I̸̩̔T̴̟̈T̵̘͌L̶̦̽É̶͈-̵̻̿.”

of course by the time he turned back around with ink, dream had disappeared and he snarled, Coward. Still he tried a deep breath (Normally he’d just go fuck with a timeline but oh right, those were already FUCKED-), Cyan eye light that showed just the slightest flicker of purple magic in it’s depth, This entire situation was messing with his magic.

“This is fucking ridiculous, this entire situation is ridiculous, i’m not going to ask what’s up with you yet. All i know is all this ain’t fuckin’ normal and you aren’t acting right.”

Another tentacle slid to pick up ‘broomie’, Left off to the side.

[the-judge-of-bones]

“Do you find my request odd? The body i inhabit is a prince’s, I have many skills i don’t often use but still have a small desire to do, I don’t believe i could ask the others the same. Is it that you don’t know how?”

He didn’t seem to find it odd when killer had walked in on him in the large ballroom esque area of the castle, a tiny bit of music playing where he’d previously been dancing alone. Calm and poised, Even his goop had taken on the shape of his prince outfit even if it was all one color.

❰❰ DANCE ❱❱ sender invites receiver to slow dance (Killermare owo)

"you... you wanna dance... with me? why?" he asks, though he doesn't move away from the other or flat out refuse. the curiosity is getting the better of him.

[cherrybombwritesstuff]

Guardian of the Shrine

Tengu Kirishima x Fem Reader fic

Explicit/Smut

This is part of the Citrus Dome server collab Gods AU! 

Masterlist coming soon @lemonlordleah-shinzawa-kitten​

ENJOY!

Black, swirling shadows circled your ankles, reached out to capture your fingers as you instinctively flinched away; legs stuck in their place as though encased in blocks of ice. Your own gasping breaths filled your ears along with your thudding heartbeat. Despite how much you willed your eyes to shut they remained open, unblinking and staring at the inky void before you. The shadows rushed together, spiraling and entwining around each other until a tall figure formed in the distance. Angled shoulders jutted out each side, obscenely long arms dripped out of the writhing mass and they shakily began to reach forward, reach for you. Your mouth hung open in a silent scream, eyes wide in horror as the figure shunted closer still. 

“Never...forgive…” 

The words drilled into your ears. Long, black tendrils of hair slithered about the being’s shoulders and didn’t stop when they reached the floor, pooling around the creature’s pale ankles as more of it’s flesh became visible. The hair crept forward, inching its way to your trapped feet no matter how much you tried to squirm and writhe out of your stuck position. 

“I’ll never...forgive…”

The summer air was thick as you gulped it down, chest rising and falling as you gasped for air. Your blankets were a twisted mess crumpled at your side. Sweat dappled your skin as you lay sprawled out on your futon, back in the comforting darkness of your room. A soft whimper left your dry lips as you wiped your forehead and tried to steady your racing heart. As your eyes adjusted to the darkness you reached to your side, grabbing hold of the talisman you had kept from your childhood.

“Baku-san.” you said between breaths, “Baku-san, come eat my dream.”

Morning sun streamed through your modest home and you stirred awake. The horrors of the night were still fresh in your mind, yet it appeared as though the Baku had consumed any further nightmares and you were able to sleep peacefully until the morning. With a groan, you pulled yourself from your blankets and straightened them out before you began your morning ritual. Your first task was to leave a piece of candy on your pillow for the zashiki warashi who had kindly taken up residence in your home. From a very early age you had been able to see and interact with yokai, something you had always considered a blessing rather than a curse. Your parents would catch you talking to guestroom children, or sneaking a bottle of fine sake outside for the troublesome tanuki. 

You wandered barefoot outside, patches of sunlight warming your skin as you collected water to wash. The forest was calm, quiet other than the birds and wind as it whistled through the bamboo. The water was a cold addition to the chilly morning breeze, but it was a welcome necessity, waking you up for the full day of tasks ahead. Fully dressed with your hair pinned up, you prepared a simple lunch and packed it along with a container of water and your broom. Your isolated home was a short walk from the shrine, but admittedly those stairs made your thighs ache. Respectfully bowing at the Torii, you noticed the path was mercifully clear of leaves and debris, a testament to your hard work. 

After purifying at the chozuya, you continued to the shrine which was looking much better than the pitiful state you found it in. It had long been abandoned, possibly because of the overwhelming yokai activity in the area, though many of the stories you heard could have been attributed to bandits and wandering thieves. You had restored it to the best of your abilities, cleaning away dead plants and moss where you could. The warm sun streamed against the shrine, highlighting the dips and curves of the long nosed Tengu mask that sat there. You reached the top and clapped your hands once before pressing your palms together in prayer. Silently asking for purification, for release from the blackness that haunted your dreams and followed your every footstep. The shadow was the reason you moved away from your town, choosing the seclusion of the forested mountains to protect your loved ones. It had been your hope that by pleasing the yokai you could find help, something to appease the darkness or banish it from your life entirely. But it only seemed to be getting closer with every night that passed. 

"Good morning." You said brightly as you could muster. 

Setting your food aside, you took your broom and started sweeping. The shrine needed regular upkeep and you were the only person available for miles around. At first, your intention had been a trade, for the guardian of the shrine to protect you from whatever it was that tormented you. As time went on, attending to the shrine brought you a sense of peace, as well as something of a companion in your self imposed solitude. After briefly tidying up, you sat at the shrine and unwrapped your food. 

"It's going to be a sunny day today, I should be able to visit the lake without getting caught in the rain." 

It was quiet. The only replies you could hear were from the chirping morning birds. It would always be a one way conversation, but you could feel an unmistakable presence in this place. Someone or something would always listen to you. 

"I um. I dreamed about him again. I think at this point, Baku-san may grow fat from the dreams I ask him to take…"

Dread pooled in the pit of your stomach. An unpleasant squeeze at your chest caught your breath as you tried to take a few more bites of rice. 

"I don't think I have much time. I can feel it getting closer to me…" 

Your smile faded, eyes stinging with unshed tears before you could gather yourself in front of the shrine. 

"But I'm not giving up! A-and I'll keep coming here as long as I can…I don't want you to be lonely again." 

A surge of despair was the very first feeling that hit you the first time you ascended these steps. The shrine had been forgotten and whatever lingered here abandoned along with it. The overwhelming wave of sadness that enveloped you that day completely distracted from your own plight. Originally the plan was to ask for help, but it was apparent there was something here that needed it more. 

"Maybe if it reveals itself, I can talk to it and find out why it's so angry…" 

You weren't fooled by your own shaky tone and apparently, neither was the being in the shrine. As you finished your half of the food, warmth began to radiate from the Tengu mask. It draped over your shoulders like a comforting blanket, easing your nerves as you sighed out your frustrations. With every visit, the presence grew stronger as though you could almost reach out and touch a tangible being. 

"Thank you…" 

As much as you wanted to remain there, the day's list of tasks was long and if you wanted to sustain yourself, you had to get started. You stood and took hold of the empty lunchbox from yesterday, leaving half of your food behind to share with your only friend out here. It was always gone by the time you came back, though you couldn't exactly prove who was finishing it off. Dusting off your knees, you respectfully bowed and said your goodbyes before heading back down the steps to the shrine and into the forest. Heat rose along with the sun. Splashing your face with the clear water of the lake helped somewhat and you hoped the locals wouldn't mind. You left a new batch of cucumbers floating there, knowing the Kappa would appreciate them and, who knows, maybe they could eventually help ward off your demons. There was still hope but your heart grew heavier as the day went on. A full day of chores would ensure you slept despite your fear, though you couldn't help but wonder if you would even wake up again the next morning. 

With aching feet you trudged back through your door, announcing your return out loud for your own benefit. The candy left out had mysteriously disappeared which brought the touch of a smile to your cheek. The sun burned an angry red as it disappeared over the horizon, forcing yourself to light the lanterns around your modest home. Your limited crops had been tended to, bamboo and wood had been chopped and you had collected enough water for your bath, which you sorely needed by now. After a simple meal, you washed the labours of the day from your skin before climbing into the steaming tub for a soak. The hot water soothed your aching muscles, but the heat couldn't penetrate that cold, sickly feeling in the pit of your stomach. It was there. Its presence was weak, but it grew with every passing hour of the night. The shadows around you flickered in the low light of the lantern flames, at least that's what you told yourself. Movement kept grabbing your attention, twitching at the corners of your eyes until you sharply turned to glance behind you. 

Nothing, nothing you could see with a naked eye that is. You released a breath you had been holding and rubbed your eyes, looking again just to make sure. This time something did catch your eye, small and unassuming but it hadn't been there a second ago. You rose out of your bath, wrapping a towel around you as you closed in on the unfamiliar object. Your eyes adjusted and you recognised a long, black feather placed neatly on the ground by the door as though it were waiting for you. Instinctively you picked it up and immediately you could feel a tingling warmth radiating up your fingertips. Its origin was a mystery but for some bizarre reason, holding it brought you comfort. Given the amount of yokai you had been trying to appease, it could have been a gift from any one of them. Maybe this could bring you peace tonight. With a hopeful smile you quietly thanked the gifter before changing into your night wear and letting your hair down. Your intention was to place the feather under your pillow before you slept, that was until you threw back the covers to your futon.

Hidden underneath was the shattered remains of the Baku charm. The amulet that had protected you from nightmares since childhood lay in pieces, sadistically spread out beneath your blankets for you to find. A helpless whimper escaped you before you could stop it. Exhaustion from the relentless dread and the days work enveloped your limbs regardless of your discovery. With a heavy sigh, you collected the pieces and sadly gathered them in a pile at the side of your bed. Kneeling at its side, you clutched the feather close to your chest, its softness bringing you a little comfort, but it couldn't banish the darkness that was now rapidly closing in. An uneasy pang twisted your gut and you opened your eyes, frantically looking around your room. Breath caught in your throat when you noticed small, scattered holes in the Shoji. Against your better judgement, you crawled a little closer to inspect them, only to be met with the staring mokumokuren. Instantly you jumped back in fright, shuffling away from what must have been dozens of disembodied eyes, completely trained on you. They weren't here to harm you however, they were here to watch. 

The air turned thick and suffocating, like a miasma of oppressive fear. The shadows around you curled and moved, revealing their true forms of long tendrils of black hair. You shook your head in disbelief, gasping for breath as it slithered from the corners of your room. 

"...never forgive…" 

Those words hit you into reality and you scrambled to your feet on trembling limbs. A ghostly white set of hands shifted through the wall, long fingers reaching for you. Fear gripped your body, the only command that echoed through your head seemed to be whispered over and over outside the house; run. Almost tripping over your own feet, you turned on your heel to flee. A searing, white hot pain hit your shoulder, forcing your torso to twist as you hurtled out of the door. Landing hard on your knees, you paused to look back, horrified to find a burning black hand print on your bare shoulder. Heavy footsteps thundered through your home, pale arms and feet almost glowed in the darkness and you recognised the figure lurching towards you as the same one that haunted your nightmares. His hair almost reached the ground, twisting around his jagged shoulders. Dressed entirely in white robes that enveloped his gaunt figure. Black, sunken circles sat where his eyes should have been. His pace was slow, until a random jerk of movement pulled him forward, closer to you. Inwardly you begged your limbs to move, fingernails scratching at the dirt to drag yourself away. 

"I'll never...forgive you…" 

What did those words even mean? It seemed as though you would die tonight never knowing. Your eyes burned with tears as you crawled further away. A flash of red fur caught your attention, snapping your head to look at the path before you. A fox stood inches from you, its golden eyes locked on yours before it turned and dashed towards the forest trees. It stopped before disappearing, glancing back at you, waiting for you to follow. His fur seemed to glow, sending a sliver of hope to your stomach and it pulled you to your feet. Foxes were messengers, this had to be the help you had been looking for. The creature was fast but wouldn't let you lose sight of it, stopping every now and then to allow you to keep following up the steps of the shrine. The darkness continued to trace your footsteps, blackness curling through the ground like an infection spreading, filling everything it touched. You stumbled on the stone in your bare feet, lungs burning as you finally reached the top, only to have that same searing pain from before grasping around your ankles. You fell hard on your stomach, kicking at the creature as tendrils of black hair began to travel up your legs. 

"Let go!! I didn't do anything to you!" you cried out as it climbed over your body. 

"I'll never forgive you!" It roared back in response. 

The fox shrieked, its fur bristling as it faced the ghostly creature. The pain on your legs subsided and your attacker snarled as it suddenly retreated back. Light pooled at the base of the shrine, gently swirling around you and creating a barrier which the being refused to touch. It was cool to the touch, bringing some relief to your burning skin. Long black feathers started drifting around you, floating gracefully to the ground and you realised the creature's attention was no longer on you, it was staring above your head at something that stood behind you. d, straight past you. 

“Why are you still here?” 

The voice was unfamiliar, yet oddly soothing. You turned away from the monster to find yourself gazing up at a man, face covered in the Tengu mask from the shrine and shoulders obscured by two large, feathery wings. He stepped around you, protective light surrounding him as he placed himself between you and the gaunt man. 

“She...She’s gone… it’s their fault. Their fault...THEIR FAULT!” 

You covered your ears as the spirit wailed, cowering behind the tall being as he relaxed his wings, creating a wider guard between you. 

“This girl isn’t who you’re looking for. Your love died years ago…” 

The black hair was retracting, slithering back to a shorter length around the creatures shoulders. It shook its head, bony fingers clawing at its scalp as it’s shrill voice dissolved into a whimper.

“Their fault… theirs…” 

The winged man reached out, resting a large hand on the spirit’s shoulder.

“Your love died in childbirth right?”

A pathetic wail escaped his crooked mouth. You peered around your protector’s robes, your heart stopping when you noticed large tears oozing out of the creature’s sunken eyes.

“Let go of your grudge my friend. Then you’ll be able to see her, she’s been waiting for you.” 

Time seemed to halt around you. Falling feathers slowed mid air and a deafening silence swept through the forest.  The monster’s visage seemed to crack, peeling away like rust to reveal a dark haired young man, tears streaked across his face. The kind being gently turned his shoulder, inviting him to cast his eyes to the bottom of the steps to the shrine. She stood inside the archway, a beautiful young woman dressed in white. The spirit whispered her name before heading down the stone steps. The black infection that stained the ground retreated with every step he took, disappearing completely when he closed the gap between him and the smiling woman. Swirling light surrounded the both of them, but before you could witness their fate, the winged man turned to face you, intentionally blocking out the event as time began to flow normally once again. 

“You’re safe now!” he said brightly, head tilted to the side. 

You simply couldn’t find the words, not after what you had witnessed. Hell you couldn’t even make sense of it yet. The roaming light faded, leaving you both bathed in the moonlight. 

“Are you alright?” he questioned after a brief silence, taking a moment to remove the mask. 

He seemed not to notice your eyes widen as you took in the sight. Beneath the mask was the face of a man, high cheekbones surrounded by spikes of red hair. After the night’s events nothing really should have surprised you, yet you still felt unprepared for how handsome he was…

“I-I um… what...who was that person?” 

He knelt down by your side, taking your comparatively small hand in his while resting the other on your shoulder. The danger was gone, but you were still shaking. 

“That was an Onryo… from what I can tell he’s been haunting your family for generations.” 

His matter of fact tone caught you off guard, yet you nodded as though you understood. 

“I...I see. And um...wh-who are you?” 

His eyes widened and he scratched at the back of his head. His mouth curved in a wide, embarrassed smile that revealed two rows of sharp teeth. 

“Oh yeah! Probably should have introduced myself huh? My name is Kirishima Eijirou, this is my shrine.” 

His tone was bright and welcoming, a stark contrast to the horrors you had faced moments ago. He read your blank expression and let out a sympathetic chuckle.

“Let me get you home… you’ve had a rough night huh?” he grinned before slipping his powerful arms beneath you and lifting you off of the ground. 

You could feel your cheeks burning as he held you against his broad chest, bare skin showing through flowing, open robes. He walked down at a steady pace, as though you weighed barely anything to him as he carried you. 

“Um… Kirishima?” 

He hummed in response, looking down at you in anticipation. You held your breath, sure that your cheeks were turning the same colour as his hair. 

“Do you know why I was being targeted by that spirit? You seemed to know who he was…”

He cleared his throat and glanced away for a moment.

“Oh uh, I was looking into it for you. I could feel it clinging to you when you first started visiting the shrine… so I asked for some help!” 

You studied his face as he spoke, a little taken by his sculpted jawline and in the limited light it almost looked as though his cheeks were turning a warm shade of pink. 

“The Baku told me about your dreams, it wasn’t difficult to figure it out from there. I just had to find the person he was mourning.” 

It didn’t seem as easy as he was making it sound. 

“His love died in childbirth a few generations back. Looks like he was shunned from her family after that, his child was taken and raised without him. I’m not sure how he died but his pain lingered. He haunted the descendants of that family...but it looks like he was really able to get to you huh?”

He gestured to the blackened handprint seared into your shoulder, careful not to touch it. The cool night air grazed your skin and it made you realise how exposed your nightwear had left your skin. Awkwardly you pulled the material closer, shielding what flesh you could under Kirishima’s lingering gaze. 

“I’m sorry…” he murmured.

“I wish I could have helped you sooner. You must have been so scared…” 

Your heart fluttered a little, his eyes cast down in guilt. Without hesitation you reached for his cheek, caressing his skin with your thumb. 

“It’s alright, really! You protected me, I owe you my life…” 

He didn’t shy away from your touch but you could feel him stiffen, mouth hanging open slightly as blood rushed to  his ears and cheeks. Your eyes locked with his, melting what little confidence you had and you retracted your hand quicker than you intended. 

“Ah...nah. It was the least I could do…”

It wasn’t long before you were home but he didn’t let go, carrying you through to your bedroom. Your lanterns flickered on as he passed them, lighting the room enough to highlight the shining black feathers of his beautiful wings. He set you down carefully on top of your futon and you noticed the little holes from before had disappeared from the shoji. 

“Now then… the curse should be gone, but uh… those marks are going to leave some nasty scars.” he explained, noting the cruel handprints on both of your legs. 

They still stung, though they were a little less angry from when they were inflicted. Kirishima sat back on his haunches, scratching the back of his neck nervously. 

“I uh, I could help heal them for you but, it may feel a little strange.” 

You couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow, still attempting to wrap your mind around the being before you. 

“You’re a Tengu aren’t you? I didn’t know you could heal people…” 

He barked a laugh at that, gaining a little confidence as his wings bristled with pride. 

“Oh yeah! We can do a lot of things you wouldn’t know about.” he said with a wink, and you had to wonder if he even realised how damned suggestive that had come across as. 

“Well… I know I can trust you. I can handle a little strangeness after tonight.” you reassured him with a smile. 

His smile seemed to widen at that and he moved in a little closer. 

“Alright then. Just lie there and relax for me, ok?”

You weren’t sure if you were still jumpy after the attack, or if it had only just properly dawned on you that you were alone in your bedroom in the presence of a very attractive yokai, but the way he hovered over your body sent your heard thudding violently in your chest. He began at your legs, large, calloused hands drifting over the soft skin of your calf. He held your ankle so delicately, contrasting the power that must have lay beneath those thick muscles of his arms. A tingling sensation caressed your skin where he touched you, pulsing through your skin like a soothing massage. With utmost care, he lifted your leg a little higher and pressed a soft kiss to the afflicted area. Before you could stop it, a quiet moan escaped your lips in response; had your skin always been this sensitive? With a hand over your mouth, you watched as he took your other leg and repeated the same actions. You couldn’t help but watch, noting how his eyes shut when he kissed your ankle, how long his lashes were and how they complimented his masculine features. Even though you bit down on your tongue, a quiet moan was caught against your hand and the warm, tingling sensations in both of your legs lingered even after he let go. There was no time to recover as he moved upwards, reaching over to your shoulder to gently pull your clothing away from it.  

“Just one more to go. But I can stop if you need me to…”

Catching your breath, you reached out to him, small hands grasping at his firm shoulders. 

“Please...don’t stop.” you asked him, eyes glazing over with the pleasurable touches that continued to ghost your legs. 

The Tengu climbed over you with a wolfish grin, caging you in with his sculpted arms. 

“Very well… you asked for it, little one.” 

His fingertips tickled your skin before you could regret your choices, glancing over the final burn and instantly easing the sting. This time you didn’t hold back your voice, mewling shamelessly as his lips once again met your flesh. He didn’t stop at one, trailing soft kisses along your collarbone and with each touch he left behind those delectable tingles that pulsed through your body. 

“Ahh! K-Kirishima…” you whimpered, writhing beneath him as pain transformed completely into pleasure. 

“Do you want me to stop? Or do you want me to keep going…” he breathed against your neck, sharp teeth grazing you before he nipped at your ear. 

“Kirishima… I want you, please I… I need you…” 

You could barely register the words that left your mouth, but you couldn’t find it in you to regret them. This rescue wasn’t your first meeting, he felt far too familiar for that. This yokai, this man  had been your only meaningful company while you suffered a curse. The energy he poured into you was the same you felt everyday at the shrine and you refused to let it go. 

“As you wish…” he whispered before peeling your robes from your body.

He moved over you fully, pressing his mouth against yours in a passionate, breathless kiss. His thick fingers ran through your hair and he moaned against you. 

“I’ve waited for this…” he admitted, kissing a path down your chest. 

His hands took hold of your breasts, fingertips gently pressing into your pliant flesh as his mouth closed over your nipple. Your back arched, his touch electric that ran currents through your entire being. 

“Keep making those sounds for me little one… don’t you dare stop.” he growled against you. 

He continued down, spreading your thighs and pinning them there as he took in the sight of you. 

“You’re so beautiful y/n...so damned beautiful.” 

Your eyes flew open as he nibbled at your inner thigh, sucking little purple marks into your soft flesh. 

“Y-you...you know my name?” you breathed, hips bucking as he kissed his way closer to your mound. 

“I do...I’ve known since you started restoring my shrine.” 

He took hold of your hips, keeping them still as he placed teasing kisses down the length of your slit. 

“You’re mine y/n. I knew from the first time you came to me… I had to claim you for myself…” 

You bit your lip as his tongue separated your silken folds, sliding up and back down again before he circled your sensitive clit. He groaned in satisfaction at your taste, upping his efforts as he lapped at your nectar hungrily. He didn’t give you a moment to adjust, strong hands securing you down as he took that sensitive little pearl between his lips and flicked his tongue against it. 

“Ohhh fuck!! K-Kirishima...you’re gonna make me…” 

You barely had time to warn him before it hit, jolts of tingling pleasure pulsing through your body, shaking you to your very core. He pressed his tongue against you, continuing to drink your essence as you squirmed in his grip. 

“Good girl… my good girl…” 

He released you and pushed himself to his knees, stripping himself of his robes and stretching out his wings before he climbed back over you. Gazing up at him through your lashes, you were able to appreciate his body in full. Solid muscle rippling beneath his skin as though he had been sculpted by a master. His cock was thick, fully erect and you could barely stand the wait. You need him inside you, to fill you and claim you just like he said he would. He crawled back over you, the tip of his cock trailing against your thigh before it pressed against your soaked, needy cunt. 

“Tell me what you want little one...I need to hear you say it…”

His lids were heavy, drunk with lust for you as he kept himself from sheathing his cock inside your welcoming pussy right then and there. You reached up, your fingernails tracing his scalp as you pulled him in for a hungry kiss. 

“Kirishima...please fuck me. I need you to take me…” 

“Oh fuck… good girl…” he growled before finally thrusting his hips and bottoming out inside you. 

You held onto his neck, coaxing him to hold you close as he moved against you. It was impossible to hold back, moaning and mewling against his ear as he fucked you, his thick shaft filling you perfectly, the head of his cock pressing against every sensitive spot you had. Without warning he wrapped his arms around your lower back, lifting you up to sit on his lap as he impaled you over and over. You clung to him as you brought your hips up and down and matched his rhythm. He was beautiful even now, face contorted with pure pleasure as you clenched around his cock. He groaned against you, holding you against his glistening skin. 

“Fuck… you’re mind little one...all mine…” 

He quickened his pace, his moans echoing through the room along with the clashing of flesh as he neared his limit. Your thighs tensed, white hot pleasure coiling in the pit of your stomach as you reached the edge of your second orgasm. 

“Oh fuck… fuck you feel so damned good… so good!” 

He called out as he released, filling you with hot fluid as you milked his cock for everything he had. You followed a second after him, squeezing around his twitching shaft as your head fell back, dark spots forming in your vision as you both fell together in ecstasy. Kirishima rocked backwards, landing less than gracefully on his back with you clinging to his chest. For a few blissful moments you lay there, painting for breath, sweat glistening on your skin. 

“Damn little one...heh, who knew you had it in ya!” he laughed, his chest bobbing as you lay on top of it. 

Still too spaced out to talk, you lay against him with a smile and lightly kissed his chest. 

“Hey uh… was this, really ok?” 

His question surprised you, almost as much as the uncertainty in his voice. 

“I mean… after everything that happened to you tonight. I’d hate to think you regretted it or somethin’... So, was this ok?” 

He gazed down at you, eyes wide with worry that he may have just crossed the line. How could a powerful Tengu be this damned cute? You shook your head with a smile before planting a sudden kiss on his lips. His voice was muffled against you, but he relaxed into it soon enough. 

“I’ll take that as a yes!” he giggled, his body relaxing beneath you once again. 

“Hey, does this mean we can do it again!?” 

His demeanour had switched to something akin to an excitable puppy, it was just too precious to deny. 

“Who am I to say no to such a noble Tengu?”

[purplehairedwonder]

Hearts With(out) Chains Prologue

Fandom: One Piece Rating: PG-13 Pairings: Gen (eventual Lawlu) Words: 2178 Characters: Trafalgar Law, Donquixote Doflamingo, Penguin, Shachi, Bepo Note: I'm taking my turn at the Corazon!Law AU because my brain won't leave me alone until this is written down. Tags will be updated as the chapters come out.

The story title is based on the Ellie Goulding song "Hearts Without Chains."

Summary: Law is reclaimed by the Family when he's 17 and, with Doflamingo holding the lives of his crew as collateral for his good behavior, eventually becomes the third Corazon. Years later, trapped by his impossible situation, Law can't help but resent Monkey D. Luffy for offering a glimpse of something he's repeatedly had ripped away from him: hope.

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Law meandered down the street, the docked Polar Tang and the setting sun at his back and his hands stuffed in his pockets, to meet Bepo, Shachi, and Penguin for dinner. The island they’d docked at to refuel and restock wasn’t a major port by any means, but it had enough of a commercial district that the four teens had been able to find the food and supplies that they needed.

They had split up into pairs to tackle their supply lists, with Law and Bepo tackling food and medical supplies while Shachi and Penguin had stayed in the small port to secure fuel and have a mechanic give the Tang a once-over. Once the necessities had been procured and dropped off at the ship, the four went their separate ways for a few hours of shore leave before planning to meet for dinner.

Law, for his part, had spent most of his time in the local bookstore, browsing for new medical texts to add to his growing collection as he continued his education as ship’s doctor. After making a few purchases, he’d ended up staying on the Tang, reading one of his new books until it was time to meet the other three.

Since leaving Swallow Island a year earlier—officially the Heart Pirates, complete with Jolly Roger and everything—Law had been unable to shake the feeling of eyes between his shoulder blades whenever the Tang surfaced or docked. Though Doflamingo had been named a Warlord and had recently taken over the throne of a kingdom in the New World while Law’s crew remained in the North Blue, he knew his old boss had eyes everywhere. When they weren’t submerged, he couldn’t help looking to the sky or over his shoulder for a telltale flash of pink. The other three knew some of the history there—they’d witnessed enough of his nightmares that he’d eventually filled in some of the gaps—but they could never fully understand Law’s anxiousness at surfacing when sailing underwater provided the safest passage.

Law shook his head, his shoulders slumping further as he walked. The source of his nightmares was four years buried in the snow and halfway across the world. His friends were constantly trying to get him to lighten up and drop his paranoia—and Law supposed they had a point, not that he’d admit that to them. Though those three years on Swallow Island had provided a measure of stability Law hadn’t felt since before Lami had collapsed at the festival, he hadn’t been able to shake the restlessness under his skin, the feeling of unfinished business that haunted him, so had jumped at the chance to set sail.

Once he reached the town, Law headed right for the inn they'd decided to meet at, having noted its location earlier when he’d gone to the bookstore. He opened the door and stepped inside, looking around to see if any of the other three had arrived yet. He froze, immediately sensing that something was off. There were diners at about half the tables, but it took Law a moment to realize that none of them were eating or drinking. In fact, none of them were talking or moving at all. A heavy silence weighed the room down.

Swallowing, Law scanned the room, his gaze coming to rest on Shachi, Penguin, and Bepo at a table in the center of the room—odd, as they usually opted for corner tables to avoid notice. And they were all sitting on the same side of the table, facing the door.

Facing Law.

Alarm bells rang in Law’s head as he noticed Shachi’s and Penguin’s pale features and wide eyes as they met Law’s gaze. Bepo’s hackles were up. None of them had moved as Law entered. Law opened his mouth, but words died ashy on his tongue as the figure sitting across from them rose to his impossibly tall height and turned, pink feather coat swishing with the movement.

No…

Doflamingo grinned. “Law,” he crooned, throwing his arms out wide. “It’s so good to see you, my boy.”

Law was frozen to the spot, terror warring with rage as his heart pounded in his chest. His throat constricted. He couldn’t be here. He was supposed to be in Dressrosa in the New World, not at a small-town inn on a no-name island in the North Blue.

Law wasn’t ready to face him yet.

“What, no greeting for your boss after all this time?” Doflamingo lifted a finger, and strings wrapped around Law’s arms and chest, pulling him forward into the arms of his nightmare. Law stiffened as Doflamingo’s arms surrounded him.

After an agonizingly long moment, Doflamingo let Law go and stepped back, hands still on Law’s shoulders as he looked the teen up and down, drinking him in. Law fought the urge to fidget.

“It does my heart good to see you alive and healthy, Law.” A large hand cupped his chin and turned his face so Doflamingo could examine him. “No spots. You truly cured yourself of the incurable.”

Law swallowed as the hand dropped from his face. “W-why are you here?” he finally managed, hating the shakiness to his voice.

Doflamingo looked surprised at the question. “For you, of course.” He gestured back towards Law’s friends. “I was just getting acquainted with the rest of your crew. Come, sit.”

Law was given no choice in the matter, as the strings around his upper body pulled him to the free chair adjacent to both Doflamingo and the other three. Law awkwardly sat, and the strings fell away once he’d settled himself. Law blinked in surprise. A show of good faith?

He glanced at Shachi, Penguin, and Bepo and saw the naked fear in their eyes. The man in front of them was a Warlord and far more powerful than any of them. It was one thing to hear Law talk about Doflamingo; it was another entirely to face the man in person. He nodded minutely to them before turning his attention back to Doflamingo.

“How did you know I was here?” he asked, pleased that his voice had steadied. He tried not to think about the other people in the room who would overhear the entire conversation since they were being prevented from speaking. He could only concentrate on the danger directly in front of him.

Doflamingo waved a hand toward the bar before leaning back in his chair. “I’ve been keeping my ear to the ground for any news of the Ope Ope no Mi since you disappeared, Law. Imagine my surprise when, about a year ago, rumors started spreading about a young pirate in the North Blue using that very Fruit.”

That was exactly what Law had been worried about. He’d just hoped Doflamingo’s new status as Warlord and king would keep him too busy to come back to the North Blue.

The bartender came forward jerkily, clearly controlled by strings, with a decanter of wine. She poured a glass for Doflamingo and set the bottle down on the table before retreating. The clang of the glass on the wooden table echoed through the eerily quiet dining room.

“I confess, it was difficult getting eyes on that intriguing ship of yours,” Doflamingo went on, unconcerned with—or, more likely, enjoying—the room’s mood, “but I have my ways.”

“And you came personally?”

“Of course.” Doflamingo leaned forward, his large frame encroaching on Law’s space without even trying. He picked up the glass and took a long draught of wine before speaking once more. “After four years, don’t you think it’s time to come home, Law? It’s time to take your rightful place back with the Family.”

Law wanted to snarl that he knew how Doflamingo treated his family, that he knew what the man really wanted him for, that he’d never return to the Family after Minion Island—but the presence of his friends stayed his tongue. Doflamingo didn’t know that Law had heard his exchange with Cora-san that night, and something told Law it should stay that way, so he kept his features neutral.

“Why now?”

Doflamingo’s grin turned sharp. “I need the best at my side to rule. It was no idle promise to train you to become my second-in-command. The Heart seat waits for you, Law.”

Law’s breath hitched at the reference to the seat Cora-san had held. The seat that was empty because Doflamingo had killed Cora-san for saving Law. The seat that Cora-san tried to protect Law from taking, though Law hadn’t realized exactly what Cora-san was protecting him from until it was too late. If Law went back to the Family now, Cora-san’s sacrifice would have been for nothing.

Doflamingo was eyeing Law, and Law realized he’d clenched his hands into fists. He dropped them into his lap, and when he opened his hands, they revealed bloody, crescent-shaped wounds on his palms.

“And,” Law asked slowly, “if I were to say no?”

The atmosphere at the table, already tense, curdled at Law’s words. It was as though the temperature had suddenly dropped as Doflamingo replied, “That would be… unwise.” The man’s grip on his wine glass tightened dangerously.

Law clenched his jaw but said nothing, eyes boring a hole into the table in front of him. He could feel his friends practically vibrating in their anxiety next to him.

“Why,” the low voice continued, “would you refuse to return to your Family, Law?”

“Maybe there’s a reason I never came back,” Law ground out.

Law jumped in spite of himself at the sound of shattering glass. He whipped his gaze over to see wine spilled over Doflamingo’s hand and glass shards scattered across the table and floor.

“My brother,” Doflamingo growled, flicking wine from his fingers. “It seems I was right to worry that he poisoned your mind.”

“Cora-san saved me,” Law hissed, long-held rage uncurling in his chest and refusing to be suppressed when faced with its target. “I am alive today because of him.”

“He was a traitor, and he took you from where you belong,” Doflamingo retorted coldly as the bartender returned with rags and a broom and dustpan. She was shaking as she cleaned up the spilled wine around the tense gathering at the center of the captive room. Once the mess was cleaned up, Doflamingo dismissed her with a wave of his hand, never once looking at her.

“It’s time to come home, Law.”

His frigid tone brooked no argument, but Law had never been particularly good at taking orders. He opened his mouth, but Doflamingo cut him off with a lifted finger and three gasps. Law’s gaze flew to his friends, and his eyes widened. Shachi, Penguin, and Bepo each had a single string looped around his neck.

Fuck. Law knew that string could kill his friends before he could form a Room to protect them. Doflamingo would follow through with his threat, too. Law had seen it happen many times in his time with the Family.

“I told you, defying me would be unwise, Law.”

“They have nothing to do with this.”

“You were the one to bring them into this,” Doflamingo countered. “When you made them part of your crew.”

Law’s mind spun, running through one scenario after another but not coming up with one that didn’t end with his friends dead or him reclaimed by the Family—or both. After several tense moments, Law’s shoulders slumped in defeat.

“If I return with you, they will be unharmed?”

“Law, n—” Penguin’s objection was cut off by the tightening of the string, drawing blood. He grimaced, and Law shook his head. The danger his friends were in now was entirely Law’s fault. If going back to the Family could save them, then he’d do what he had to.

“If you do as you are told, they will be unharmed,” Doflamingo agreed.

Law took a breath, eyes shutting briefly as the fight went out of him. “Fine.”

“What’s that?” Now the bastard was just gloating.

“I’ll come,” Law gritted out. “Now let them go.”

The strings fell away from Shachi, Penguin, and Bepo’s throats, and they let out relieved breaths. The tightness in Law’s chest loosened the tiniest bit at the sight, though mostly he just felt hollow as what he’d agreed to started to sink in.

“Excellent. We leave for Dressrosa in the morning.” Doflamingo’s lips twitched. “I have an eternal pose for Dressrosa you four can use.”

Law jerked his gaze back to Doflamingo. “What? No. That wasn’t the agreement. I agreed to come back to the Family, so let them go.”

“The agreement,” Doflamingo corrected, “was that as long as you do what you’re told, Law, your friends will be unharmed.”

Law’s stomach sank as he realized the trap he’d walked into in his emotional state. He’d just damned Shachi, Penguin, and Bepo along with himself.

“Consider their lives collateral for your good behavior.” He turned to the other three, who were watching the exchange in shock. “Welcome to the Donquixote Pirates.”

Next Chapter

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this is reposted as well, still gotta add vulture at some point! but i did add Ellie!, this’ll be further updated as new people join, still gotta do it for dream’s team

Nightmare: - Guardian of Negativity - Only true weakness is his brother’s magic - Calm, cool and collected, gives off a regal air - Axe’s nickname for him is Marshmallow - At least a thousand years old - LV 0 - 6′4

Killer: - Right hand to nightmare and defacto boss if nightmare is kidnapped or injured - Next host for the corruption in case of nightmare’s death - First one recruited and most sound of mind - Axe’s nickname for him is Cocoa   | - Mid 200′s - LV 26 - 5′4

Axe: - Best tracker and hunter of the group, He will find you - Functionally immortal due to his determination - Unstable but sweet, monster of few words - Everyone’s nickname for axe is Big guy, he loves it - LV 15 - 6′2

Dust & Paps (Phantom) - Third and Fourth recruited - Dust is shy and quiet, Mumbles to paps a lot - Semi-unstable but steady - Paps is a phantom visible to him and nightmare only but he is real - Axe’s nickname for him is Cinnabunny & Cream (For phantom) - Late hundreds - LV 20 - 4′6 

 Mulberry: - Fifth recruited - Stuttery and Anxious -Has bouts of depression but mentally sound - Doesn’t go on missions - Blood orange’s younger brother - Axe’s nickname for him is Mousami (reminds him of mouse/is sweet lemon) - Late hundreds - LV 1 - 5′1

Blood orange: @puzzlebones muse - Sixth recruited - Bad memory and muscle issues - Twitchy on good days, Aggressive on bad - Mulberry’s older brother - Axe’s nickname for him is Glaze - Age unknown - LV ??? - 6′9 (nice)

Balefire/Hot pocket: @spookyscientistskeleton ‘s muse - Seventh recruited - Assisted in genocide route with another dust sans - Only elemental currently in the group - Axe’s nickname for him is Hot pocket (Warm outside, Cold inside) - Age unknown - LV 20 (?) - Height unknown

Ellie: @hopeful-shining-soul ‘s muse - Eight recruited - Very sweet - Soul of hope - Can be just as feral as killer - Axe’s nickname for her is Cupcake (Her frilly dress looks like cupcake paper) - Age Twenty - LV 0 - 4′9

Draft/Ink: @draftink ‘s muse - Honorary member of Night’s team - Guardian of the Multiverse - Sometimes looks like a jack o’ lantern - Axe’s nickname for him is Mushroom (because he pops out of nowhere) - LV ??? - 5′3

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Simp calculator 2: electric boogaloo

“99% of them are killer on different accounts.”

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“How flattering! i’m taken of course but i appreciate the compliments.”

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“It’s blue! he tries to hide it but i love him.”

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Which specific character archetype are you?

the Lionheart.

The loyal one, the stubborn one, the one who fights for others. The guarder, the watcher, the brave, foolish, valiant person who is not the same person by the end of the story.

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the Scholar.

Someone who'd give away most things, perhaps everything, for knowledge, for understanding, for meaning. A person living in the world like it's an experiment; a person oddly generous when others least expect it.

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the King.

Bold, majestic, burdened, responsible, an impassive and neutral face that discloses no pain, only regality.

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@spookyscientistskeleton​ - 💙 for Sans, 💙 for Gaster, 💙 for Nootz, 💙 for Yarn Send me a ‘💙’ for a random Sinday headcannon. 

Have i mentioned he really likes being manhandled? Like having someone with the strength to fuck him really well but the restraint not to knock off his singular HP? That’s super arousing and he’s 99% sure this plays into his normal risk taking but he’ll far take rough manhandling over gentle sex any day, Not that he dislikes gentle sex but sometimes he just likes not being able to talk.

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Yarn has a very fine control of his ecto, everyone knows this, but what they don’t seem to realize that while he has a preferred body type. He’ll also take requests on what other people want to see during a show, You want someone a bit thicker in all the right areas? pay the right price and he’ll do it. You want ecto that presses tight to his bones? Perfect, he’ll do it! he’s had all types of breast sizes (He’s not fond of the super big ones because ow his spine) and looks of coochie/dick because everyone likes something different

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Gaster tends to avoid people when he’s in heat because it makes him surprisingly aggressive, This is a side effect of the voids influence and something he can’t help though he tries his best. He’ll grab, pull, bite and overwhelm and he often feels very ashamed by the end of his heats because he’s very worried that if someone caught him at the wrong time, He could hurt them so it makes sex a concept that worries him a lot.

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He can’t form a regular shaped member, he’s tried and tried but his preferences align very much to the feminine and he just cannot make his magic summon a member. The closest he gets is a tentacle dick while he finds works just as well if not better then a more human shaped member anyway but he’s still a little self conscious if anyone were to ask

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Which Undertale Song Would Be Your Theme?

Echo’s theme would be Another Medium

* You feel oddly reminiscent of walks to the lab

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Yarn’s theme would be Dogsong (Dunked on version)

”It stole my fucking panties.”

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Nightmare’s theme would be Home

 * The castle smells like freshly made dinner

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Star’s theme would be His Theme

* You’re hope to be reunited one day came true

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Orchid’s theme would be CORE

‘...Darker, yet darker, it’s call ever eternal.’

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Needle’s theme would be The Fallen Child

I hate him, i hate him, i hate him-

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What's your role in bed?

“Apart of being lazy, if i can lay down and just take it, that’s great. I can dom on the occasion but usually only if mm’ in heat.”

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“N-no thank you.”

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“....”

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@spookyscientistskeleton​ - 📂 📂 for Sans, 📂 📂 for Yarn, 📂 📂 for NootNoot!

Send 📂 and i’ll tell you a random headcannon about my muse

Consider it a culinary sin but sans does not just drink ketchup for the meme, he legit loves it, making people cringe is just a bonus. He will have ketchup mixed into other things to, ketchup cookies, ketchup macaroons, rarely his morning coffee. Papyrus even made him spaghetti once made from as many tomato/ketchup things as possible because despite hating himself the entire time, it made sans happy.

In his deltarune verse, sans spent the majority of his younger life among just skeletons in their village so he's naturally very inquisitive about other monster species, their cultures and how they work on a biological level and chances are, he'll be overjoyed if you let him 'study' you, which really is just asking a bunch of questions and looking you over to sate his curiosity.

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Yarn got his nickname from the spider clan for his weaving skills from a young age, pretty quickly picking up on the nuances of his soul trait but because he couldn't make silky threads like muffet, he used actual yarn to practice and he ended up making a lot of miscellaneous scarves, hats and gloves. He's still pretty good at using actual yarn even if he's long since figured out how to make magic strands.

Super fond of makeup and always has been, he even had a vague interest in it before the widespread lust of the underground and wanted an excuse to fiddle with it. So now he's really good at it! Usually he uses eye shadow/liner in various sparkly colors, blush, highlights his cheekbones, all that fun stuff.

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He's never known quite the same amount of joy since the day he discovered turtle neck sweaters, he has a whole bunch of them in his closet alongside proper royal clothing, sleep clothes and a jacket he stole from killer. His favorite color is white surprisingly even if he wishes his goo would stop staining stuff

He could make his ecto smaller if he was truly uncomfortable with the attention it helps him receive but he refuses to as his ecto is a point of pride for him, a luxurious use of excess magic from the curve of his breasts to the squish of his belly and the stretch marks on his thighs. It's perfectly imperfect just like he is and to be able to stare at himself in the mirror most days, to feel proud of how he looks makes him very emotional because of just how long he felt ashamed by his appearance

[the-judge-of-bones]

Nice or Naughty?

“Was it killing my mother still or was it because i scared killer’s cats with a roomba?”

He’s his own Santa anyway, he ain’t need no jolly fat man.

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“A fucking what by my name?”

:)

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“i don’t fucking tamper with food nor’ does anyone else here and for good reason.”

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“na, mm’ good, boss always gets us stuff anyway. wonder if you can put santa above the fireplace...”

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“I don’t know who Mother Teresa is but i try my best!”

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“I AM NOT A CHILD, DREAM IS THE SAME HEIGHT AS ME, IS IT BECAUSE OF MY FONT??”

[the-judge-of-bones]

Moooore nightmare squad headcannons cause i’m a simp.

- Nightmare has a soul in the shape of a black apple, it’s not gooey and feels like an actual apple (Like a black diamond apple, A real thing!) though it still lightly beats and it’s warm like a soul although it isn’t sensitive so no soul play for nightmare, It has a few scarred over bite marks where each of the boys have taken a piece but otherwise is entirely unmarred. It’s technically one of many ‘souls’ as he has a lot of negative apples (which form his corruption most of the time), it is however the main soul and if it were to be destroyed, He to would die.

- Nightmare can in fact become stone just like dream did once upon a time, The guardian’s becoming stone is a defense mechanism to protect what they do (hope/negativity) and keep it from being stolen, It just takes a lot more to get nightmare to become stone vs dream who’s significantly weaker then him. But it is still possibly if nightmare is weakened enough/backed into a corner and he’d take longer then dream to recover as he’s a lot stronger (1000 years vs 500 years), He has no idea what would happen to his boys if this were to occur.

- Only two members of the nightmare squad could successfully carry a pregnancy/soulling without needing some form of medical assistance to make it possible (think monster surrogacy), These two being Nightmare and Dust. Dust is the best of the four since although he has a lot of LV, his soul is stable. Of a normal shape with plenty of magic to spare (alongside the magic of his partners) and his body is strong. 

- Nightmare is in second since while his soul is odd, He much like dream was never meant to have a soul, but it works like a soul so it should work all the same. His mass amount of negative aura can be counteracted by gathering up small bits of hope, Storing it in some form of jewelry (probably his crown) to draw from for any soulling that needs it. His main issue is his host body, The corruption keeps it sturdy and makes him strong, but should that leak off at any point (From low magic levels/injury/illness/etc), He’d be left incredibly weak and vulnerable. If not in need of some powerful healing magic to sustain him and the soulling.

- Killer would be unable to carry a soul due to the state his own is in, the closest it ever gets to a ‘normal’ soul is when it morphs into a heart shape but it still floats outside of his chest and is unstable due to it being ‘rejected’ so to speak, He’d be able to create one with someone else, but never carry one.

- And Axe doesn’t have a soul, He’s by all monster standards dead (as he had a soul previously vs soulless beings) because the injury to his skull and the stealing of his magic (his eye) killed him that day, he is sustained entirely by the determination that burns through his body and the eye he stole (which occasionally needs to be replaced), His magic is weak and faulty. Barely working and often needing assistance from one of the other’s to form anything meaningful. So he can neither carry nor create one without the use of artificial methods (and this is for create only, not carry).

- Nightmare has a minor version of haphephobia (Fear of touch) and only on his host body.

- Axe has severe food anxiety despite knowing that nightmare would never let him starve again, He’s deeply possessive over any food that’s ‘his’ and to combat this, he has full control of the food stores in the castle and keeps a very neat list of what they have, what they don’t, what they need and what’s just snacks, he always has snacks on him. ALWAYS and has secret stashes stored throughout the castle for his own sake, He also gets anxious when anyone else isn’t eating/Looks to thin/etc and will cook food for them. (This is especially true when anyone in the castle is sick and can’t hold anything down)

- Killer has a fear of being controlled (fear of engulfment) because he was controlled once, Forced into killing his friends and family with no way to break free until his body rejected his soul out of sheer distress which is why his trust in nightmare is so intimate in nature, to offer his complete will and trust in another monster after what happened to him is almost spiritual, It’s why nightmare can touch his soul with ease, Why he can tell him what to do. Because despite fearing being controlled, He also does better with commands and sometimes has trouble thinking for himself so it’s a very sharp double edged sword that takes nightmare’s skill to maneuver around.

- Dust has Atychiphobia, a fear of failure because of failing his own timeline, He wanted to reset it, to take control and beat back the human for good. But he couldn’t reset and living with the knowledge he’d ended all of their lives including Phantom’s for nothing? made him snap. So even now he fears failing and gets incredibly frustrated if he can’t figure something out.

- Dust has a small lab that’s all to himself in nightmare’s castle and it’s hidden behind one of the library bookcases that slides back to let him in, It’s not uncommon for him to spend hours in there, tinkering around.

- Eventually nightmare and his boys do end up in a poly relationship and those apart of it will receive a full apple from Nightmare, One each to bond with their souls (or in some ways serve as their ‘new’ soul) and makes Killer, Dust and Axe immortal. Tying them eternally to nightmare’s own life force and maybe even beyond, This wasn’t even nightmare’s idea, It was the boys who convinced him of the idea so that they as mortals would never have to leave his side.

[multiverse-of-souls]

what is your true role in the story?

the fallen prodigy

hello old friend, it's been a while hasn't it? I remember when you were just a child, gape-smiled and beaming like the sun. where have you laid your youth to rest my love? is it buried beside your heart perhaps? I know how deeply life has wounded you, it took away everything, didn't it? oh poor soul, you held onto happiness with bloody, shaking hands but still fate ripped even that away from you. your past lovers are dead or did some betray you? turning away in fear of what they once admired. your comrades have been slain, or their priorities shifted. I've heard you too have changed your way of thought. the people fear you know, do they normally cower at the sound of your name? ah don't fret, that makes two of us. the masses tend to despise the things they do not have the will to comprehend. the villain finds sympathy for you don't they, well I could have seen that from a mile away. you two are the oldest friends, you made a deal with them correct? to save your late love, they tried to hold their end of the bargain, really, but I fear you are cursed to forever be despondent. oh what a sad and miserable life without love. is that why you chase loneliness? for is it truly a life of sorrow if you yourself has chosen it? but don't become bitter from the pain. trust when I say I have seen wounds unfold a man, turning the gentlest spirits into seething beasts. please, keep seeking love, even if it seems you are forbidden from it. you are the master of your own fate, I see how tired you are. the scars never healed, they twist and wrap around your entire person. your eyes are dark and lifeless, rest. but keep fighting, not with the sword you have forsaken so long ago, but with your heart. I'll be rooting for you my friend.

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the antihero

ah yes, hello edge lord. it is lovely to see you again. you my dear, are the incarnation of duality, and you might think of claws and venom mixed with grace but alas, nothing near as poetic. you my friend, are mixture of what is seen as right, and what is questioned. you follow the path of your own two feet, you know the twists and turns of life's forests quite well if I do say so myself. and you can meander along them wonderfully. you strive to stay true to a certain sense of principles you might call your code, but whereas in reality, those would be your morals. people tend to see you as strange. sharp edged and glinting you hide behind a cloak of chain mail but really you just prefer to show off your imperfections first. unlike many who scramble to make it as if their flaws never existed, you proudly raise yours up. saying, "this is me, this is the worst of me, now you know what to expect." and might I say, it is quite an intriguing mindset, for truth be told, the ones that love your spikes and craters are the ones who appreciate your softness the most. you wish not to be loved as something lovable, but as a monster. for aren't we all just beasts in human skin? you are brave, but you are lonely. you know quite well how to scare off most, making even the heroes with the boldest bravado creep away with their tails between their legs. you are not a villain, sometimes you play the part a bit too well. but nevertheless you are no hero either. you put yourself first, but if one wins your trust then may the gods have mercy on those who might wrong them. you long to be a poetic mess of sorts, and well, if the ink sets in long enough you might just become that sooner or later. but for one who is so dead set on truth you sure do hide a lot don't you? please, step out of the shadows, there is a difference to not making your flaws visible and to simply acting as if you're the most despicable person in all the realms. it's because you're afraid of attachment is it not? well let me tell you a little secret, everyone is. you say you wish to be left alone for eternity but than why are you craving connection. you wish to be known and understood truly, but you snarl and push the ones that might be trying away. please little wolf, accept you are lovable. you are not some ravenous beast that terrifies the multitudes, sure, you are not for the faint of heart but that does not make you an inkling less perfect as you are. young antihero, step into the sun. you would do better actually reaching for the things you want rather than pining for them in the darkness.