#and becomes a charismatic menace

[huntersapprentice]

different flavors of hunter

[yesihaveaobsession]

Cling To Her Like You Mean It

Alastor x female reader

Summary: Alastor gets wasted and your left to handle him, except his clingy ass heckkk.

A/N- I hope y'all like it! This is kind of a head canon I do believe that if he gets black out drunk/ completely wasted he does become HELLA clingy.

(CREDIT TO: MR SMILES AKA @@ZombieRetroTea ON X)

You had never seen Alastor drink anything but his expensive signature whiskey, so when he started chugging down that mysterious glowing brew from Angel, you knew things were about to get interesting. You watched from across the bar, a mix of curiosity and concern bubbling in your chest. The Radio Demon was always so composed and controlled, but tonight? Tonight was different.

Within minutes, Alastor's usual charismatic demeanor began to waver. His smile was still there, but it was softer and less menacing. And his eyes—his eyes told you everything. His eyes were usually always sharp and calculating, but at the moment they were almost dreamy. You snapped out of your thoughts when you saw him stumbling slightly, catching himself on the bar. That's when you decided to intervene, placing your hand on his back to signal you were right behind him.

"Hey, Alastor," you shouted over the music, your eyebrows furrowed. "Maybe it's time you cut back a little, huh?" His reaction was quick, surprisingly. He turned towards you, and to your surprise, his eyes lit up even more when he saw you.

"Darling!" he exclaimed, his voice warm and affectionate with a hint of slur and his transatlantic accent. Alastor then proceeded to practically lunge at you, causing you to flinch, but he didn't notice nor care. He wrapped his arms around you in a tight embrace. "You're here! I was just thinking about you!"

You laughed nervously and tried to support his weight as he leaned heavily on you. "I'm always here, Alastor. Maybe we should get you to a seat," you struggled. That's when he added more weight by nuzzling his face into your neck, his breath warm against your skin.

"No, no, no," the demon murmured, his tone almost childlike. "I want to stay right here with you. You're so... so wonderful, did you know that?" You weren't expecting him to be so clingy, but again, once you're wasted, you become vulnerable, which meant you were going to be babysitting him probably for the rest of the night. You blushed at his words. He was always kind to you, and you appreciated it because, well, he could kill you in the blink of an eye if he wanted to, but this—this was a whole new level. He was practically, if not outright, flirting with you.

Your heart began to race. "Uh—thank you, Alastor... But let's sit you down, yeah?" You pressed on again, and reluctantly, he allowed you to guide him to a nearby booth. As soon as you sat down, he scooted as close to you as possible, his long legs practically in your lap, draping an arm around your shoulder and resting his head on your shoulder.

"You know, I don't tell you this enough," he slurred. "But you're my favorite person in this whole wretched place."

"Thanks, Al, that means a lot." You looked around the bar. You had picked the booth in the far back corner so you could keep an eye on your surroundings. Somehow, Alastor took that as an invitation, chuckling and then nuzzling his face into your neck again, nipping playfully at your skin. His ears were practically brushing against your face. "You smell so nice, my dear," he mumbled, his voice almost hypnotically low. "Like roses."

"Let's get you back to the hotel, yeah?" His body seemed to melt against yours.

"Mm... yes, I think that's a good idea. But only if you come with me."

"You can barely walk; of course, I'm coming with you." You looked around the bar and found Charlie and Vaggie sitting next to each other, watching Nifty run around with cockroaches. You flagged them down, and they headed towards you. To their surprise, Alastor was nuzzling into your neck, and you couldn't move even if you wanted to because he had put all of his weight on you, so you were just tensed up.

"I'm going to bring Mister Happy back to the hotel and lay him on my bed. Could one of you help me?"

Charlie nodded, and you each took one of his arms and draped it around your shoulders. The Radio Demon's eyes were still dreamy, and he had a closed-lipped smile as he let out a hum. That's when his head leaned closer to you, looked you up and down, and said, "Well, aren't you a pretty one?" You tried not to blush as you and Charlie struggled down the streets of Pride Ring, trying to complete the mission of Alastor's safety.

[jaethaone]

Claiming What’s Mines

Part 2 Of “Coming for What’s Mines”

Parings: Roman Reigns x Black female reader, mentions of Carmelo Hayes x reader

Word Count: 2.5k

Ratings: 18+ Minors DNI

Warnings: Smut!! , Bad Smut Possibly, unprotected sex (Always Wrap It Up) , Possessive, Toxic Roman

Summary: After Trying To Avoid Roman Since His Return, And Show That You’re Moving On, Roman’s Had Enough Of The Games And Decided To Let You Know Who You Belong To

A/n: So The Creative Juices Have Been Flowing So Part 2 Is Here Faster Than Expected, Its Also My First Time Writing Smut So Bear With Me. I’d Also Like To Thank Everyone Whose Loved The First Part, I Wasn’t Expecting How Well Its Been Doing So Thank You .. I Hope You Guys Enjoy This Part.

GIF Credit: @jeysuso

The atmosphere backstage was electric, thrumming with the echoes of the crowd that had just departed the arena. The deafening cheers from the arena still reverberated in the air, vibrating with the energy of the crowd that had just witnessed an electrifying episode of SmackDown.

Among it all, a palpable tension brewed, one that was far more intimate than the public scene.

Two weeks had passed since Roman had unleashed his fury, reminding everyone why he was the Tribal Chief of the Bloodline, and why challenging him was a grave mistake. But it wasn’t just the wrestling world that was in upheaval. Your feelings were a storm, tossed between the lingering memory of Roman and the magnetic pull of Carmelo.

Charming and charismatic his attention had become a reprieve from the chaos, a welcome distraction from the heat of your complicated emotions for Roman. You had needed space, yet the distance had only stoked the flames.

You had been avoiding Roman these last two weeks.. or at least trying to. Flitting between the chaotic backstage life and stolen moments with Carmelo.

You had tried to spend more time with him.. with Carmelo, trying to show Roman that you could move on.

And yet, the longer you avoided Roman, the more you sensed his relentless pursuit, a force too strong to disregard.

You had been trying to escape from Roman’s looming presence and his possessiveness, the latter being something you haven’t experienced before, using every ounce of willpower to stand firm in your decision that you’d move on.

But still, Roman lurked in the corners of your mind. The memory of his gaze, smoldering with a fierceness that made your heart race, haunted you. He had a way of making your very being tremble, leaving you unsure yet yearning—caught in a maelstrom of conflicting emotions.

After the recent events at SummerSlam, where you had stood up to him, Roman had taken your rejection with a sort of nonchalance that made you ache. “Just know that I’ll be waiting,” was all he had said with that signature smirk, leaving you simmering in uncertainty. You thought avoiding him would help, but Roman was relentless; he always had to be in control, always had to get what he wanted, and right now, what he wanted was you.

Tonight, everything had exploded during his showdown with Solo, anger and frustration spilling over. His rivalry with the Bloodline had ignited a fire in him, but it was the sight of you laughing with Carmelo backstage that had truly pushed him to his breaking point. Roman had always been possessive, and right now, he was more determined than ever to stake his claim.

Roman leaned against the wall, arms crossed, the shadows emphasizing his chiselled jaw and sharp features. His dark eyes tracked every movement of the two figures in front of him.

He watched as you retreated down the hall, waiting until you were out of view before stepping to Carmelo

“Still think you can dance with fire and not get burned?” Roman’s voice broke the charged silence, low and dripping with menace.

Carmelo raised an eyebrow turning around, a sly smile playing across his lips. “I’m just here to have a good time. You know how it is, Reigns.”

“That’s the problem,” Roman leaned in, closing the distance. “You’re having too much of a good time and forgetting who belongs to who.”

“Like I said, it’s just fun”

“Well you can go have fun with someone else”

“Nah” Carmelo stepping up to Roman despite size difference, “I think I’m going to continue to have my.. fun.” Patting Roman on the shoulder and walking away.

“Yeah” Roman says rubbing his hand over his face. “We gone see”

With that he walks away.. towards your dressing room

Finally in the confines of your dressing room you sat on the couch that was positioned in the corner letting you have a view of the whole room. Letting out a long breath, you sat contemplating Carmelo’s offer. He suggested you come back to his hotel room tonight. And any other time you’d be all for the distraction. Yet, in the depths of your mind, like an ominous shadow, Roman loomed large.

He wasn’t just the crowd’s favorite. He was a force—a storm of confidence wrapped in simmering danger. You had seen it in his eyes when he fought for what he wanted, and it terrified you.

You were about to get up to change your clothes when the door burst open with a force that caught your attention, revealing Roman—jaw clenched, eyes ablaze with determination.

The tension in the air thickened as he pushed the door closed, his imposing presence filling the small space.

There was a moment—silent, electric—between you and Roman.

“What are you doing here, Roman?” you asked, a hint of defiance in your voice, but knowing full well what the answer was.

“I came to set things straight,” he replied, his tone smooth but laced with underlying menace. His eyes bore into yours, dark like a storm cloud, intense enough to make your heart leap in both fear and excitement.

You stood slowly, feeling the weight of Roman's gaze pulling you closer. The air thickened as you crossed the space between you and him, the palpable tension wrapping around you both.

“Roman, I—” you began, but he cut you off with a sharp shake of his head.

“No more games,” Roman asserted, stepping forward until he was mere inches away. “Two weeks of hiding from me, running around with him…it ends now.”

“Look I’m just trying to move on,” you challenged, trying to sound nonchalant but failing to mask your own growing irritation.

“Move on?” He laughed, a cold, harsh sound that resonated in your chest. “You think you can just move on from me, after everything? Look around; we both know it’s not that easy.”

“Roman, you don’t own me,” you asserted, your voice steadier than your pulse.

His eyes darkened, the air between you heating up, igniting something that had been smoldering for far too long.

You crossed your arms, grounding yourself as you tried to resist the storm brewing in your chest. “Honestly, What do you want, Roman? I thought I made myself clear.”

“Clear?” He stepped forward some more, invading your space, heat radiating off him like the sun. “You think you can just brush me off? You think you can move on with him?”

“Carmelo has nothing to do with this,” you snapped, trying to stand firm against the overwhelming presence of the man before you. But even as you said the words, doubt trickled in. ”Besides, you made your choice.”

“Did I?” Roman scoffed, the corner of his mouth twitching into a smirk that sent a thrill through your core.

“Look, I don’t belong to you, Roman,” you asserted, your voice stronger than you felt. “So this walking around thinking that i do, is going to stop”

The corners of his mouth twitched, a faint smirk forming. “That’s where you’re wrong,” he said, his voice dropping to a low growl.

“You’ve always belonged to me.”

“Roman…”

He silenced you with a fierce kiss, capturing your lips with an urgency that sent shivers dancing along your spine. It wasn’t the softness of Carmelo’s charm; it was raw, passionate, and intoxicating. You felt yourself surrender, your body responding instinctively to the heat of his kiss, the touch of his hands as they roamed down your hips, pulling you deeper into him.

“Do you understand now?” he murmured against your lips, hungry and possessive.

“You’re mine. You always have been and always will be.”

As he pulled away just enough to look into your eyes, there was a wildness in him—desire mingled with desperation. You could sense it; he was a man who didn’t take no for an answer, a man who had always gotten what he wanted.

“Roman, I—” you began, though it came out more breathless than you intended.

But he was relentless, pulling you flush against him again, his mouth capturing yours once more in a heated frenzy.

“You belong to me,” he murmured, a low growl that resonated deep within you. “And I’ll remind you of that.”

With renewed fervor, his hands slid down your sides, gripping your thighs and lifting you effortlessly until you were wrapped around him. You gasped at the sudden heat pooling within you, pressing your hips against his as if trying to draw him in further.

“Roman, please—”

As he backed you against the locker, his hands traveled over your skin, igniting sparks everywhere they touched, and your body replied in ways you couldn’t control. Every ounce of reason faded into a haze of pleasure, a growing fire that consumed everything else.

You couldn’t deny how intoxicating it felt to be wanted in such a primal way. The air around you thickened with sexual tension as he devoured your mouth, hands slipping beneath your clothes, caressing the bare skin beneath. You gasped, a mixture of desire and shock, but it only fueled his hunger further.

“Roman,” you gasped, struggling to regain control over your senses, but he silenced you with another fierce kiss. He devoured you, as though he were trying to consume your very essence, fueling the desire that had always simmered beneath the surface.

“I’ll show you who you belong to,” he murmured, pulling you away from the wall and into a flurry of movement as he led you to the couch in the room.

Roman's hands traced your figure, each caress igniting the fire inside you until it blazed beyond control.

With raw, hungry intent, he pushed you down, his body pressing against yours

“You’re mine, always will be,” he growled, his lips trailing along your neck, seductive and overwhelming. The unmistakable urgency of his actions ignited a hunger you could no longer resist.

Your breath quickened as you felt his tongue trace a path along your collarbone. You wanted to be selfish, to keep this moment for yourself. But more than that, you wanted Roman, and you wanted him now. You couldn’t deny that anymore.

"Please," you whispered, your hands tangling in his hair. "Don't make me wait any longer."

With a growl, Roman ripped your clothes off, exposing your lace bra and the swell of your breasts. You gasped at the sudden exposer, your nipples pebbling against the soft fabric.

Roman took one nipple into his mouth, sucking and nibbling as his hand drifted down to your core.

"You're so wet for me, YN," he murmured, his fingers tracing the outline of your pussy through your panties. "Tell me it’s mines."

"It’s yours," You moaned, your head falling back as he teased you. "Roman, please. I need you inside me."

With a rough tug, Roman ripped your panties aside, his fingers plunging into your heat.

You cried out, your hips bucking off the couch as he thrust his fingers deep inside you.

"That's it, baby," he groaned, adding a second finger. "Take it all. Take my fingers and wait for your turn to have my dick."

You were on fire, your body throbbing around his fingers as he worked you towards an orgasm. You cried out, your hands clutching at his shoulders as he slammed his fingers in and out of your wet hole.

"Come for me, YN," Roman demanded, his thumb seeking out your swollen clit. "Let me feel you cum around my fingers."

You couldn't hold back any longer. With a strangled cry, you convulsed around his hand, your body shaking as waves of pleasure crashed over you.

Roman rode out your orgasm, his fingers never slowing as he prolonged your release.

"That's my girl," he growled, withdrawing his wet fingers and bringing them to his mouth.

In a heady haze, you surrendered, losing yourself in the raw ferocity of his desire. He gave in to every fervent longing—the taste of his lips, the intensity of his touch—every action a promise that surged through your veins. This was not just physical; it was declaration, a statement of who you belonged to.

"You taste so fucking good."

You were panting, your body spent as Roman feasted on the taste of you. He kicked off his jeans, freeing his hard length, and positioned himself between your legs.

You looked up at him, your eyes glazed with desire as you watched him slap his dick on your throbbing core.

"Tell me you want my dick," he demanded, his voice hoarse with need.

"I want your dick," you whispered, your eyes flicking to his thick length. "I want it inside me. Please, Roman."

With one swift thrust, Roman filled you, moaning as your tight heat enveloped him. You gasped, your eyes rolling back as he stretched you, filling you in a way you had only dreamed of.

"Fuck, you feel so good," he groaned, beginning to move, his hips snapping as he set a relentless pace. "Tight little pussy was made for my cock."

You moaned, your nails digging into his shoulders as he pounded into you. The sound of your bodies slapping together filled the room, along with your grunts and moans. Roman's eyes never left yours as he fucked you, his breath coming in harsh gasps.

"Look at me, YN," he demanded, his hand tangling in her hair, guiding her head back. "Watch me fuck you."

Your eyes flew open, locking with his as he thrust deep, again and again. Your pussy clenched around him, milking his length as he hit all the right spots.

"Roman, I'm gonna cum," you cried out, her body tightening around him once more.

“Let everyone know who you belong to,” he whispered against your lips, his breath hot and needy. “You’re mine, say it”

You couldn’t do anything but moan

“Say It” He said one more time, thrusting harder

“I’m Yours!” You all but yelled

"Cum for me," he growled, his hips never slowing. "Cum around my cock, baby."

As if in a trance, you tensed, your body shaking as another orgasm ripped through you.

Roman felt your pussy pulse around him, and it sent him over the edge. With a roar, he thrust into you a few more times before he stilled, his release flooding your insides.

Panting, you stayed joined for a moment, Your legs wrapped around his waist as you both came down from your high. Then, with a soft smile, Roman gently withdrew, his eyes never leaving yours.

"That's how I claim what's mine," he whispered, helping you sit up. "And now, everyone will know who you belong to."

Your heart raced as you realized what you had just done. The dressing room offered just enough privacy, but your passionate encounter could easily have been overheard. But instead of feeling embarrassed, you felt empowered. You had just experienced mind-blowing sex with the man you wanted, and didn't care who knew it.

"You're right," you said, a smile playing at your lips. "And I can't wait to do it again."

The reality of your earlier struggles faded away in the face of his unwavering conviction, a promise to remind you of your place beside him.

After you both got dressed and a promise of round two and a final kiss, Roman left your dressing room, a satisfied smirk on his face. He knew that he had just reignited a past romance, and this time.. you were going nowhere

You belonged to Roman Reigns—always had, always would.

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[valictini]

I was watching a video analysing how the Yiga clan were handled in botw and how the person analysing it lamented the fact that Kohga was a joke character who totally destroyed the much more threatening image the yiga clan had all throughout the game. Although I do understand the sentiment (I felt that way for a long time) I’ve come to realise that we might not be viewing it in the right perspective. I ended up writing a comment under that video explaining how I saw things, and realised that maybe it could interest people here too? So here is the fleshed out version of it:

I think part of why they made Kohga extremely goofy compared to a way less goofy clan of literal assassins is to emphasise how even though the clan originally held some understandable beliefs, it has become a cult of personality over the years, and like most cults, the leader is way less charismatic than his followers make him out to be. Indeed, from the outside, it seems absurd how anyone could take Kohga seriously, let alone kill under his command, but from the inside, Kohga is the Beloved Leader That Guides Them Towards Victory, and anyone threatening him deserves to die.

In a way, yiga clan members feel like vulnerable, impressionable people who were enrolled into a cult and given a Big Family and a purpose (and a lethal weapon) by their lovable Master Kohga who wants the best for them… Except if you want to get out, then you’re a filthy traitor who also deserves to die. It’s especially visible when you beat him and they all get personally mad at you for killing him. They didn’t care about Ganon, they didn’t seem to actually understand the bigger picture, they only cared about Kohga.

It also shows how, like the rest of Hyrule, the Yigas are very much disconnected from their own history, seemingly holding on the grudge their ancestors held more as an excuse to continue to enact violence and perpetuate the cult of personality than fighting for a “noble” cause. Only Kohga seems to actually care about Calamity Ganon, and the rest of the yigas seem to be just tools to him. Wether or not he’s actually conscious of what he’s doing is unclear. Is he a fully aware con artist, or is he purely another product of Yiga indoctrination?

So yeah, to me it feels like a parody/critic/mockery of cult dynamics. It shows that this gang of assassins are indeed a real menace, but for seemingly no reason other than “that one lunatic they admire told them to” and “if they go away they get killed”. The reason why the clan was originally created becomes almost anecdotal. Under the current leader, no one is required to actually know what they’re doing, they just need to follow orders.

In the end, I think it is the intention the developers had because cults are a rampant problem in Japan. At the very least, even if it’s not a actually conscious critic, it’s a concept that is much more present in their cultural landscape than ours and that almost certainly influenced how they handled the Yiga clan. Basically, cults are not cool and can even be dangerous both for the public and their members. Cult leaders especially are not cool and often are con artists. Therefore, Kohga couldn’t be badass, he had to be a doofus getting beaten in the most unexceptional way possible.

[mickyschumacher]

Hi!!! I just wanna say that I really love your writings!!! Their so good hehehe!! Can you do one a mick x wolff!reader?? Maybe one where toto sets them up cause he is tired of seeing them make heart eyes at each other and not making a move HHHH. Thank you lovie!!🤍

[SET IT UP!]

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: love at times is shy and oblivious. like you and mick. but sometimes all you need is a father and a plan (with some backups!).

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: 16+? (suggestive), fluff, poor humour as guaranteed, (loosely) based on the movie 'set it up', no sense of a motorhome ♡︎, mention of christian horner :(, possibly cringe, basically childhood friends to lovers trope, reader is lowkey a menace, confessions are made, toto in line for best dad award?, google translated german :0, a mess in general!

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: mick schumacher x wolff!fem!reader, joão felix x reader

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 3k+

𝐀/𝐍: okay so i've been waiting for a good mick plot but nothing was coming to mind but this! this screams mick! thank you so much for your praise. hope i do them justice with this although the plot holes are there!!

𝐏.𝐒: i'm curious on how people envision themselves as wolff, horner, vettle readers, etc. if you're coloured like me, do you pretend to be adopted or from a previous relationship if it isn't specified? 😭 i mean the explanation has to be viable lmao. maybe you just don't imagine?

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

There were certain values a Wolff had. Those that were just innate.

A Wolff, more often than not, was a leader, intelligent, charismatic, good-looking, and embedded with dad jokes. Additionally, when a Wolff wanted something, they would do whatever to get it. They didn't leave any leaf unturned, they made the rounds and the effort.

It didn't make sense. You had all of those values. Yet, every time you joined the Mercedes garage, your father, Toto, found himself questioning everything.

Take now for example. He was in the beloved Mercedes garage, sat next to the best reserve driver he had ever chosen, Mick.

Parents tend to be protective of their children before they're even born. And it only amplifies after they're born. From which strangers you meet, the roads you cross, the seatbelt you have to wear to the clothes you wear, the suspiciously high phone bill and your romantic endeavours. A father's protection for his little girl was a tad bit stronger than this, special in it's own way.

Toto would do anything to protect his children, especially his little girls. And if any guy was making moves on you, right in front of him, the 'dad' side of him was just waiting to come out.

But he could only do that if someone actually made a move on you. Sure there were other guys but the one sat right next to him did nothing but shyly follow you with his blue eyes and blush in your presence.

Mick was seriously frustrating Toto and his wife. The both of them had watched the German boy watch you with heart eyes ever since the both of you had first met at the Schumacher's house for dinner. You were young back then but hell, within five minutes everyone knew that Mick was a lovesick puppy.

Years had gone by with your friendship becoming stronger. Those same years involved Mick and you being stuck to each other as if you were hip-to-hip. You attended all his races and he supported you in all your academic achievements. And oblivious to you, somewhere along the road you had also become as lovesick as he was.

Toto didn't really realise how fed up he was. He didn't want to interfere. In fact, he wanted things between the both of you to happen naturally. But he just had happen to watch the entire hour and forty-five minutes of 'Set It Up' over your shoulder instead of doing his work and he just had to do something... hell, anything.

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First things first... Toto couldn't put the both of you in an elevator. At least not yet. You knew each other while the two bosses in 'Set It Up' didn't, so it didn't make much sense. You probably would never even get to the topic of your feelings. Not without a physical icebreaker of sorts.

Toto needed someone and George Russell just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.

"George, my boy!" Toto chorused, beckoning the British driver towards him. He slung his arm over George's shoulder, bringing him closer to him. "Do you mind doing me a favour?"

George nodded without too much thought. "Yeah sure. What is it?"

"If you see Mick and Y/N go towards an elevator, stop them and tell Y/N that a guy asked for her number, uh, who was that footballer... ah yes, João Félix, him... he did ask her yesterday right?" Toto looked over at George.

"Uh, yeah. Before you dragged her away... listen, Toto, I'm not sure I can do what you asking me to. I thought none of us were going to mess with whatever's going on between them?"

"You're young, George. One day you'll realise what 'desperate times calls for desperate measures' means. So..." Toto trailed off, eagerly looking for an answer before spotting the hesitant expression on the British driver's face. "Can I pay you do the favour?"

George blankly looked at his boss. "I'm on your payroll, Toto. You already pay me. That also sounds like extortion and bribery."

Toto's eye twitched as an exasperated sigh fell from his lips. He stared at George heavily before giving in. "Fine. You'll be out before Lewis for this week's quali."

The corner of George's mouth teetered up, working to a small grin. "Extortion and bribery... it sounds cool," He said with a nonchalant shrug.

Toto shook his head to himself. "You can try and be less British, George. Just because your ancestors colonised doesn't mean you need to take the same behaviour," He patted his shoulder before leaving, feeling George's confused expression bore into the back of his head.

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Toto was a great man. But today was one of those days where George really did question him. Part of him was praying that he didn't see you and Mick head to an elevator. The scenario was so specific that well... the probability was low.

There was no way he was going to see it happen. Not even 30 minutes after he had this conversation and he had just grabbed a coffee and was now heading to Alex...

But the peak of that blonde hair and the familiar shine of your signature glasses caught George's eye. Christ.

"How is that possible?" He muttered to himself, eyeing the both of you as you waited for the elevator to go up the Mercedes' motorhome.

First in quali. Come on, George. You got this!

"Hey guys," George greeted the both of you.

You and Mick turned to him and smiled. "Hey George. How's it going? Ready for practice?"

George nodded absentmindedly. "Yeah, yeah. Good, thanks. Uh, I was just wondering about yesterday... João? Since Toto dragged you away before you could do anything but he was just wondering if you would still consider giving him your number."

George pressed his lips, seeing Mick's eyes narrow from his peripheral vision. God how had the both of you not gotten together yet?

"I didn't know João asked you that?" Mick looked at you with questioning eyes.

You blinked, feeling your heart skip a beat slightly. You weren't sure why Mick's interest was to intriguing to you all of a sudden. You pursed your lips, looking to George. "Oh? I didn't know you knew João like that."

"I... don't. It's... Kika! Kika knows him... you know... Portugal things," He laughed awkwardly, giving a helpless shrug.

"Right..." You nodded slowly. "Uh, I don't know. I mean was considering it, I guess."

"You were?" George and Mick spluttered out in unison.

Your eyes widened at their reaction. "I mean, yeah... kinda?" You rubbed the back of your neck sheepishly.

George could see the German driver's head racing a hundred miles per hour. It was time to get out of this mess.

"Okay, well, if you consider it, you could probably DM him on Instagram. Don't ask Kika!" George quickly said. "I mean... you know, she gets very excited to play cupid... anyways, I have to get back to Dudley, but let me know how it goes!"

You and Mick waved goodbye, heading onto the elevator after what felt like forever.

As the doors closed, you looked over at your thought-consumed best friend. "Penny for your thoughts, Mr Schumacher?" You humoured.

Mick briefly smiled before returning to his brooding state. He folded his arms, leaned on the wall of the elevator and stared at you.

Your mouth felt dry and yet you were drowning in your own saliva. There were certain things that weren't healthy for humans: too much sugar, high cholesterol foods, and apparently air-drying your hair. And then there was too much Mick.

The folded arms and his stupid shirt brought your eyes to the muscles you had so desperately been avoiding after Mick had started to work out even more in the past year.

You cleared your throat, trying to think of another topic of discussion.

In your pondering, Mick opened his mouth. "I don't think you should give João your number," He said, bringing his hands to his side, discreetly allowing the fabric of his shorts to soak up his clammy hands.

Your eyes flickered towards his face. You raised brow. "What? Why?" You asked, feeling an uneasy ache gnaw at your chest.

"I..." Mick started, "I mean what if he's a bad guy? You know... I wouldn't want you to get hurt."

Your heart dropped. You felt like an deflating balloon: all blown up, only to be taken down. You mustered a soft smile. "I mean, you can't protect me forever Mick. What are you going to do? Vet the guy on the day of my wedding," You joked.

Mick frowned at your response. The image of you marrying someone that wasn't him was disheartening.

"I won't need to if you get married to someone you know," He shrugged. "You don't know João. You know me."

Oh?

Oh.

You almost did a double-take on your best friend. Did he know what words were falling from his lips. "So what? He's kinda cute. And a five-star FIFA player. I could take the risk. And eventually, I would know him... since that's how relationships work... communication and all," You defended the footballer.

Mick stared at you for a few seconds before blinking out of his short trance. "Right..." He said sharply, pushing himself off of the wall as the elevator opened. He struck out his arm, holding back the door. "You go on. I just remembered I need to talk to Toto."

You flickered your eyes to Mick, trying to read his face. "That's fine, we can go togeth–"

"No," Mick interjected, "it's... it's okay."

Upon the slight widening of your eyes and the startled expression lingering on your face, Mick's innate action was to internally wince. "I'll join you soon. Don't worry. I bring your favourite pastry on the way back, hmm?"

You nodded silently, taking a step out of the elevator and headed towards the lounge with a troubled feeling nagging at your head.

Had you struck a nerve?

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Toto couldn't tell what he had done wrong. You and Mick were fine this morning. But after he had told George to push things along between the both of you, a sense of distance radiated off of you.

And George still got out before Lewis for the first quali. Goddamn it.

When Toto raised an eyebrow at you after Mick had slightly brushed you off to talk to Bono, you simply shrugged helplessly.

That night Toto did not get a wink of sleep. Instead, he stared at this hotel ceiling with a twitching eye.

There was nothing he couldn't fix. Whatever was going on between you and Mick right now was just a small bump in the road.

The solution?

A baseball game.

Unfortunately for Toto, baseball wasn't that popular in Brazil. But that didn't mean they didn't do them.

The plan was going perfectly. Toto had offered a 'family day' and gotten you and Mick to join him and Susie to attend a local baseball match between some of university teams. Toto made sure you and Mick were sitting behind him so you had all the privacy you needed. As a dad, he shouldn't be that happy about kiss-cam, let alone bribing the camera operators with the help of Pierre and Kika. But he wanted peace and he was going to get it.

But nothing was easy in life. And Toto could not have predicted this in a million years.

As everyone waited for the game to start, Toto timidly turned his head. He caught the brown eyes of the five-star FIFA player. Giving him a hesitant smile, he averted his own eyes back to the field, cursing himself under his breath. "Scheiße," He muttered through his clenched teeth. Shit.

The tension in the air was thick, to say the least. You sat between João and Mick with blank expression.

João, who was in town for the F1 race, decided to stay back to support a friend in the match. Obviously.

When the footballer on your right extended his hand to Mick, you sucked in a sharp breath. You heavily eyed the firmest handshake you had seen in your life. Letting out a nervous laugh, you sat down before the gesture turned into hardcore glaring.

Still, there was the hope of this kiss-cam.

Toto waited with little patience, hearing João crack jokes in Portuguese that actually made you laugh while Mick took deeper breaths.

It felt like life itself had been poured into Toto once the kiss-cam started on the public. This mattered to him more than whoever was going to win this match.

Toto's face dropped as the camera fell on you.

Your mother pointed at the camera with a gleeful exclamation. Your eyes moved to the screen, widening when you saw yourself and the man next to you.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me," Toto exasperated quietly.

You turned your head to the right, meeting the equally shocked brown eyes.

"In what way does he look like 'a blonde boy with the face of the greatest racer in F1 history'?" Toto said into his hands, shaking his head slowly.

Mick looked blankly at you and João on the screen before turning to you. He watched you shake your head softly, smiling awkwardly at the camera as the crowd urged you to kiss.

"Oh mein Gott," You murmured to yourself, eyes darting around in panic. Oh my God.

Suddenly, you felt Mick lean in, his fingers sliding under your chin and resting on your cheek. He turned your head slightly towards him.

Your eyes widened upon meeting his baby blues, feeling unnerving giddiness swarm you. You hoped your face screamed, "What are you doing?!"

All Mick did give a small smile, bringing his lips towards you.

Instinctively, your eyes closed, bracing yourself whatever was about to happen. All you could hope for was that this was all a dream of some sort. Maybe you fell asleep in the car?

You skin flushed at the feel of Mick's soft lips on your cheek. Your eyes fluttered open, feeling him linger for a second longer before pulling back.

What on earth?

You weren't sure if you were breathing as you felt his hand move to your leg, covering your hand and giving it a small squeeze. You moved your eyes to the screen. Mick looked unbothered while the crowd erupted in cheers and boos. You, on the other hand, looked flushed.

And Toto?

The urge to run around with his hands flailing in the air was strong.

This was a home run, for crying out loud!

Whoever said jealousy was a disease... thank you!

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"Liebling, du solltest jetzt rauskommen," Your mother said to you through the bathroom stall you had been hiding in for the past five minutes. Darling, you should come out now.

You winced as you banged your head against the wall of the stall. You sighed. "I don't think I can. Do you think you can convince the staff the bring a bed? Maybe some food?"

Your mother snorted. "What are you going to do? Live here?"

"Ja. War das nicht offensichtlich?" You retorted, eyes screwing themselves shut after replaying the kiss in your head for the umpteenth time. Yes. Was that not obvious?

Susie sighed, awkwardly smiling at a woman leaving the bathroom. "Y/N... it's Mick. You can't ignore him forever. How long do you think it will truly take for Mick and your father to storm in here after not seeing you for so long?"

You sighed at your mother's response. She was. As always.

The last thing you needed was a headline on ESPN: Toto Wolff and Mick Schumacher caught barging into a women's bathroom.

Christian would have a field day!

You shuddered at the thought.

Susie's ears perked up at your grumble as you fumbled with the lock of the stall. She sported an amused smile at the blank look you gave her.

Slinging an arm around you, she rubbed your shoulder. "Come on, liebling. You got this."

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"Oh thank God!" Toto exclaimed after seeing you and your mother come out of the bathroom. "You took forever!"

You narrowed your eyes at your father, avoiding the lingering eyes of a certain German boy. "Maybe next time you shouldn't feed me a hotdog at a baseball game, right?" You pressed with a raised brow.

"Hmm?" Toto mended his brows before nodding profusely. "Right! Right! Yes... that was my bad. Poor thing... you know, Mick, with Y/N being sick and all, I think you should drop her to the hotel. Me and Susie still have a date to go on!"

You and your mother looked at Toto increduolously.

"We do?"

"You do?"

Toto nodded, grabbing your mother's hand. "Yes! Okay, see you two! Tschüss!" Bye!

With a jaw-dropping expression, you watched your parents leave with a twitching eye.

You heard Mick clear his throat.

Slowly, you turned around with a small smile. Fiddling with your fingers, "So..."

Mick rubbed the back of his neck nervously, a small tinge of pink dancing across his cheeks. "The hotel?" He asked, swinging his keys around the his index finger.

Silently, you both walked out of the stadium and towards the car park.

You furrowed your brows upon seeing the orange and pink laden sky. "What the heck? How is the sun already setting?"

"I mean... you were in there for a long time," Mick shrugged.

The crisp summer evening breeze glided past your flushed skin. Your body winced at the paining silence ensuing between the both of you. You let out a small exhale. "Uh, with the thing before–"

"Yeah?" Mick eagerly turned his body towards you, on edge.

You cleared your throat at the anxious expression Mick sported. "You sighed. "Uh, that was to like... save me, right? Aus Verlegenheit? Danke für das." From embarrassment? Thank you for that.

Mick mended his eyebrows. "Verlegenheit? No. I... that was so you didn't kiss João."

You laughed nervously. "Right! So I didn't have to kiss João."

"No. So you didn't kiss João. There's a difference," Mick pointed out, eyeing your expression carefully.

Your eyes widened at his suddenly soft gaze. You looked up at the sky, hoping the breeze would cool the wave of warmth swirling around you. "That's... that's what I said," You shrugged.

Mick stepped in front of you, forcing you to look at him instead of the sky. "Why do you do that?" Mick asked.

"Do what?" You responded.

"I mean... I–just why do you have such a hard time admitting that I like you?"

You wish you had something to say. Anything. But it was as if the ability to speak had been seized from your throat entirely.

"I mean I know I don't make it obvious. I just thought we had some sort of understanding... you know... the one without words?"

You looked up into his hopeful eyes. Entranced, you leaned in towards him. Your fingers danced across his cheek just the way he had done not so long ago. You watched his eyes close at the feel of your touch, making your heart thud against your chest.

Inching closer, your thumb gently swiped over his lips, feeling his faltering exhale warm the pad of your thumb. "So pretty," You whispered to yourself, eyeing his face.

Mick wasn't sure whether you were talking about him or his lips but he didn't care.

You shuddered, feeling Mick's hand slide around your waist, bringing you closer to him.

Without waiting a second longer, you pressed your lips to his.

Mick's lips were softer than you had imagined, warm to the touch. Your stomach churned upon feeling his fingers skate under the hem of your shirt, rubbing tingling circles on your hot skin.

You hear an unrecognisable breathy gasp fall from your lips. The hair on your body stood straight as goosebumps littered your skin. All because of Mick.

Mick took advantage of the moment, darting his tongue to explore your mouth. He groaned against your lips, pushing your hips even closer to him, feeling the hard outline of his bulge rub against your pelvis.

Fuck.

You were going to combust at this rate.

Mick trembled in your grasp as your hands wandered his taut torso, lingering closely to his v-line.

He pulled away with an indescribable urgency, staring at you with small pants falling from his lips. He held your face with his hand, thumb gliding across your swollen lips. "We can't–" He sighed out, voice hoarse, "No more. Please."

Your thighs clenched at his plea, eyes falling down to his prominent bulge. You were sure he was in a lot of pain right now. The sexual tension between you to had been pent up for years now.

Your tongue darted out, swiping over his thumb briefly before faintly sucking on it. You looked up at Mick. "You're right, we shouldn't," You nonchalantly told him.

Mick's blue eyes danced with a tortured pain, following your tongue carefully. "We... fuck, Y/N," He complained, feeling impossibly tight in his pants.

"We fuck? Direct much?" You teased, removing your lips from his thumb.

Mick stared at you, suppressing the urge to roll his eyes. "I was saying... we should do this properly. Not in some parking lot."

"Why not? Car sex is hot. Just imagine!" You urged, amused by the conflict in Mick's eyes.

Imagine he did.

You and him in his God forbidden Mercedes... him making sure every inch of his car was stained with you...

Mick sucked in a sharp breath. "Nope. Come on. Hotel."

You gasped humorously. "In a hotel? Mick Schumacher! Well I never!"

Before you knew it, Mick had whisked you into his arms and into his car, hoping he was not breaking Brazil's speed limits tonight.

© 𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐘𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑

[mitches-stuff]

How would Niklaus be if he was jealous:

Klaus Mikaelson, known for his fiery temper and deeply passionate nature, would display jealousy in a way that is both intense and possessive, but also layered with vulnerability. Here’s how it might manifest:

Possessiveness:

Klaus would become fiercely protective of the person he cares about, possibly to the point of overstepping boundaries. He’d make it clear, both to his love interest and any perceived rivals, that they belong to him. His jealousy wouldn’t be subtle—it would radiate from his actions and words.

Example: If someone flirts with his significant other, he might casually threaten them or assert his dominance with a menacing smile.

Sharp Words:

His jealousy could bring out his sarcastic and cutting side. He might make biting remarks aimed at his love interest or the person causing his jealousy, cloaking his insecurity with wit and arrogance.

Example: “Oh, I see you’re enjoying their company. How charmingly predictable.”

Subtle Vulnerability:

Despite his bravado, jealousy would also expose Klaus’s deeper fear of abandonment and rejection. This could lead to moments where his insecurities peek through, making him uncharacteristically quiet or melancholic when alone with the person he loves.

Example: He might softly admit, “You have no idea how maddening it is to think I could lose you.”

Grand Gestures:

Klaus is not one for half-measures. If he feels threatened, he might respond with over-the-top displays of affection or power to remind his significant other—and himself—of their bond.

Example: He might gift a meaningful painting or orchestrate an elaborate romantic evening to reaffirm his importance in their life.

Rage and Retaliation:

If pushed too far, Klaus’s jealousy could boil over into anger. This might involve direct confrontation with the rival or destructive behavior to vent his frustration. His emotions often drive him to extremes, and jealousy would be no exception.

Example: If someone crosses the line, Klaus might compel them to leave or worse, ensuring they’re no longer a problem.

Ultimately, Klaus’s jealousy would be a mix of passionate love, raw insecurity, and a desperate need to hold on to what he cherishes, all wrapped in his signature volatile and charismatic demeanor.

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Title: It Could be Worse (quickie one off)

Doflamingo x GN!Reader. Smutty. Power imbalance, non con, dubious consent. Reader is a slave.

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It’s 3:00am. Your beloved King Riku has just rode by chopping down your neighbors while sobbing pathetically. Your house and everyone else’s is on fire. You hear the most menacing laughter that could ever be, rising above the screams.

You look up to see this emerge from the smoke of your former life.

Alarm bells are blasting and red flags are waving in your mind. But your remaining, desperate neighbors begin cheering immediately for their new savior.

This can’t be right, you think to yourself.

No, this is a nightmare.

Your nightmare.

You are promptly enslaved for years to come. But he’s extremely charismatic and he has a way of getting under your skin. You eventually convince yourself that you enjoy the small mercy of carrying his drink tray on those balmy Dressrosan days by his pool. If he pulls you into his lap to spill it all, that is what it is too. And on the nights he drags you up to his room as well, that’s just another service you’re allowed to do for your country.

He tells you that you’re such a good little patriot. And asks what he would ever do without exemplary citizens like yourself. He says these things with your legs around his waist and his sweat against your skin.

It could always be worse. As he flips you over again and a long tongue runs wet up the back of your neck, you think that surely it could always be worse.

You could have become one of Trebol or Diamante’s favorites instead. Or you could have been dead from day one like so many others. But he says you’re fun. He even likes that lingering taste of the pool water as his teeth are pressing briefly into your shoulder next.

You should be honored. You should be flattered. He even remembers your name as he’s soon growling it again with the bed creaking terribly.

He makes you thank him as he strokes you. You must also show your gratitude whenever he lets you have your own release against his bedsheets. That scent of your mutual orgasms is always so distinct. As is the stickiness of the trail of his cum across your back.

When you’ve done your duty and he’s laying down panting, there can be a temporary reprieve. Just a few minutes where he doesn’t look as cruel or frightening. He might even smile at you and grab you by the arm to lay you against his chest.

It’s not affection. He just likes the contact, even if it’s only the sweaty heat of your bodies laying together.

And then that moment will be gone as well. He’ll push you out of his bed because he needs to go shower. He’ll barely look at you as you gather your things and hurry for the door. He always has business calls to make and more important things to get back to, even this late at night.

But you might still hear a chuckle from behind you, though you know better than to ever overextend your stay here.

“I’ll see you tomorrow?” He taunts you sometimes, with that playful intonation of a question. But really it means you must be there poolside for him again tomorrow. His soldiers would come looking for you if you were not. They would take you from your home at gunpoint. You’d seen it happen to others. They did not come back.

But hey, it could always be worse.

“Let’s go out to dinner tomorrow.” That deep voice stops you just as you were in the hallway and about to close his door.

Yes, it had finally become much worse.

(I type random shit instead of sleeping sometimes. It’s fun, I have no regrets. 🤣)

[ghouldtime]

ITS OCTOBER. I know you're hiding monster headcanons for T141 probably. Share them ? ;D

🎃💀🪦⚰️👻 🍂HAPPY OCTOBER Y'ALL! THE FIRST OF MY FAVORITE MONTH! SPOOKY SEASON IS OFFICIALLY ON AND YOU KNOW ME

I LOVE MY MONSTERS AND CRYPTIDS ALIKE WOOOOO Ghoul is in my blog name for a reason

I'll give you a basic monster type of what I associate them with! (Also please i will happily write monster! 141 any time)

Captain John Price - Bogeyman

You know how he said that someone has to make the bad guys afraid of the dark? Yeah

I take that quite literally

Bogeyman are usually supposed to be an imaginary creature used to frighten children into good behavior. They're the thing lurking in the closet, the monster under the bed that isn't there when you check

Except he very much is, lingering on the edge of your periphery at night

His deal isn't scaring children, though. No, he's above that

He might be a bogeyman but he's still keeping his morals and intentions very well. He's still going after the real monsters of the world

He's always lurking in the dark, in the shadows, waiting to make his appearance and scare the every living daylights of whoever the next victim is

Or he's in between, stashing in the dark as he moves from place to place between targets

His appearance isn't drastically different, aside from longer limbs, sharp claws, and glowing eyes that follow your every movement in the dark. I also like giving him sharp teeth!

You know he's near if you catch the faintest whiff of cigars on the air. You may not see him but he's there, waiting for his chance

As long as you haven't done anything too bad lately, you have nothing to worry about. Maybe you can try to make friends with the monster under the bed

Lieutenant Simon "Ghost" Riley- The Black Dog

I know I've done literal ghost Ghost and I LOVE cerberus ghost (Alone operator my beloved) but the black dog is just so fitting to him

They're spectral hellhounds associated with death itself - seeing one is a sure omen that death is near

They're also associated with electrical storms and crossroads, or places of execution and ancient pathways

The conversation of the two Shadows talking about Ghost mentioning that if you see him it's already too late had me thinking on it

If you see HIM, yeah, its likely death is near, imminent, and is looking for someone with your name

His appearance is that of an extra large black wolf like dog with shaggy fur, menacing teeth, and glowing red eyes. I still give him the ability to talk for extra menacing points

The skull is iconic so thought the dogs are usually solidly black, what identifies it as HIM are the few white stripes on his chin

That doesn't mean he's necessarily bad. As much as he's an omen of death, he can be a guide too - especially to those who are lost along the way

He's a creature of the night and shadows itself - you won't find him around in the day, he waits til darkness comes so he can truly use it to his advantage

Like the shadows said, if you see him, it's probably too late. Pray you're not the one he's seeking on behalf of death - much less, you're not the one he's introducing to it firsthand

Sergeant Kyle "Gaz" Garrick - The mimic/shapeshifter

I had to REALLY think on this because he doesn't strike me as any monster in particular. The only other one I'd really associate with him might be something like a poltergeist or a hitchhiking ghost

The mimic is a shapeshifting creature that can shift to match its surroundings, whether that be people or objects alike

I just saw it as him because, while he might appear charismatic and harmless on the outside, there's a whole lot he's hiding up his sleeves

He's adaptable, uses his environments to his advantage, and was the ONLY one in his class who escaped the facility and evaded capture in the RTI testing (I think that's the name for it and that part, correct me if im wrong I probably am)

Mimic/shapeshifter really fits his vibe well because he becomes what he needs to be

Of course, like any mimic, he lacks a 'true form' which is an amorphous flesh colored vaguely humanoid shape with razor sharp teeth (they all have sharp teeth, noticing a trend with these monsters)

That being said, he's not usually presenting as that. He's taking the form of whoever or whatever he needs to get the job done

I cannot emphasize how much you do not want to be on his bad side or have to deal with HIM going after you

He can be absolutely anywhere as anything. You're not going to be able to tell until its likely too late. That's his thing and he's GOOD at it

That said, he still has his humanity, he's still himself. You have to do something to piss him off or be one of his enemies to earn his ire and spite. Luckily he's mostly harmless

Sergeant John "Soap" MacTavish - Selkie

I know I know, werewolf Soap is what everyone probably wanted. and I FULLY agree and love werewolf/dog coded Soap BUT HEAR ME OUT

FIRST OFF they're apart of Scottish folklore so we already have that going

Selkies are creatures that can shapeshift between a seal form and a human form by removing their seal skin. They typically hide their seal skin, because without it they cannot return to their home of the sea

They're usually harmless and simply want to be among humans or on land for a little while before they return to their lives at sea. However, they can become extremely violent, vengeful, and destructive when provoked

Soap just naturally has more of that seal personality! Smart, curious, playful, a bit cautious - and certainly has plenty of bite when provoked. Don't let that cute face fool you, they're hunters under the turbulent waters

SO NATURALLY I'm going to want to make him a seal creature

In seal form, I give him the appearance of a harbor seal! The main distinction is he has a more prominent ridge of fur running down his spine and he's a slightly darker shade than the other seals

In human form, he's still himself! Pretty blue eyes and all, ignore the slight webbing between his fingers it's totally just a genetic condition

He's absolutely no joke, though, no matter how cute and cuddly he looks. You do NOT want to play around with him under water, or you're being dragged down to where you're not seeing the light of day again

Just leave him be, bring him a fish or two, and you'll be fine

(I love selkie soap and seal soap in general its so him. But i will dually take Kelpie! Soap too)

(I also know Selkie! Soap is a very popular take but I LOVE IT and will eat it up)

[artist-heart83]

SMG4 New Gen AU!!!

*clap* Okay! Let’s go with this

SMG4 New Gen is an Alternative Universe become parents (by accident or voluntary) and we see the life of their kids and some misadventures of them.

Soooo let’s meet this first batch!

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🎀 Suzy: An extrovert and chatty 16 year old girl who likes to spend time with her friends, make new ones and really enjoy talking about her interests; kinda sassy and mean, she is a chaotic person.

😈 Ivy: Contrasting with her twin sister; she is introvert and quiet, a 16 year old girl who spends most of her time working in the cafe, enjoy playing videogames and writing in her diary; more mature that her sister.

🦑 “Tanker”: A 15 year old inkling very competitive and with a short temper, wants to be the champion in several Splatfest; besides that, he likes cooking

📒 Shion: A 18 year old person who fall down of the sky with other two people, they come from an otome game being one of the player friends; they’re very nice and clumsy, and like to write poems and read books.

💎 Gemma: A 17 year old Gerudo who works for Bob as her assistant and partner in crime (neither of them considers themselves as a family); very slippery and cocky, can make potions and likes to do little pranks.

🧸 Bobby: A 3 year old kid, who can’t talk for an unknown reason but he is learning how to write; very shy and a nice kid, Gemma babysitter him and he sees her as a sister, he also loves plushies.

🌸 Hinata: A 15 year old cheep cheep very cheerful and positive, loves drawing and watching cartoons, she also has a lovely voice when she sings; she and Suzy have been best friends since kids.

🍄 Inocy: A 18 year old mushroom leader of a scout troop which are seen as a nice person, which they are but at the same time is a dangerous menace; they like helping others and they’re good at fighting, can see guns or firearms in general because that how they become a violent person; Ivy is their best friend.

⭐️ Stella V: A 17 year old android with a charismatic, sweet and quirky personality, she is very creative and loves to make the costumes for their father's productions; somehow they can still see things even with their eyes closed, oh and their eyes are light blue.

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This is just the first batch of fankids for this AU, there is gonna be a second one, at moment are four characters in there but there are ideas for two or three more, so yeah

I’m planning to do some comics and if any have questions about them my ask box is always open!

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[gunilslaugh]

How would xdh react to catching you watching edits of them

I hope you enjoy reading your request! :)

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Summary: Xdinary Heroes reaction when they catch you watching edits of him.

WC:~1.7k

Warning:none

photo not mine credits to owner.

Gunil

Gunil and you were just chilling, each doing your own things while also enjoying the presence of one another. You sat on the couch scrolling through your phone when you came across an edit of Gunil, who was conveniently away in the bathroom. You slipped in your headphones and hit play on the edit, watching the clips of your boyfriends flash on your screen. Being too immersed in the edit to hear Gunil come back from the bathroom. Upon arriving back Gunil saw you smiling brightly at your phone and naturally grew curious as to what was making you smile like that, so he walked up behind you to take a peep at your phone. He became simultaneously smug and shy, discovering the reason behind your smile. 

“Wow what a handsome guy,” Gunil spoke, startling you into dropping your phone. Your cheeks flamed pink with embarrassment. 

“I didn’t hear you come back,” you muttered out awkwardly. 

“You were a bit busy.” He nodded his head in the direction of your phone that landed in your lap. Another wave of embarrassment hit you, but this time you shook it off.

“Yeah you left me alone, so I was left with nothing better to do then watch edits of a handsome guy,” you say. Now Gunil’s cheeks are flaming pink,but he won’t let his shyness defeat his smugness. 

“Well now a handsome guy is right in front of you.” He leaned closer to you, putting his face right in front of yours. The two of you hold eye contact before bursting out into a fit of giggles. Later he asks you to send the edit to him. Not because he wants to watch it himself, but because it reminds him of the smile you had while watching it.

Jungsu

Shoulders and legs were ghosting against each other as you and Jungsu sat side by side on his bed, leaning against the wall. Either of your attentions were captured by your phones, but your free hands were captured by each others. Sitting linked in between the two of you, occasionally letting go for whatever reason, then returning back. Flashing from your phone screen caught Jungsu’s attention, making his eyes shift to your screen. He becomes shocked to find he is illuminating your phone screen. 

“Are you really watching an edit of me when I’m right beside you?” You look over at Jungsu to see his surprised and slightly bashful face and let out a chuckle. 

“I didn’t think that you would notice,” you admitted. “It’s not like I was actively watching edits of you. I just happened to scroll across this one,” you defended. 

“Still you didn’t think it was weird when I was right here beside you?” he prompted. 

“Like I said I didn’t think that you would notice.” You begin to feel a bit of heat creeping up your neck. “But look, it's a really cool edit, you look really charismatic.” you held up your phone to show Jungsu the edit of himself. To which Jungsu puts his hand over your phone pushing it down.

“Stop, it's embarrassing!” he whined.

“How so?” you laughed lightly. 

“It’s weird watching myself,” he explained. 

“Still you look really good,” you say. Now Jungsu is the one with heat creeping up his neck. He’s the one who caught you watching the edit, but somehow he feels like the one who is being teased.

Gaon/Jiseok

“You like me so much that you even watch edits of me?” Jiseok said with a sing-song tone. Your gut slightly wretched as you turned around to be greeted by a very tauntingly prideful Jiseok. You internally sighed, knowing that Jiseok was about to have a ball teasing you about this. 

“I watch edits of your members too.” This was a lie, but you were trying to get out of being teased by a menace, a menace who you love deeply, but did not feel like dealing with right now. Your lie seemed to work by the dejected look that took over Jiseok’s face. 

“You do?” he asked, trying not to sound hurt. It made you feel bad. You didn’t think that he would feel hurt over you “watching” edits of his members.

“...no” you came clean. Jiseok’s eyes quickly lit back up. He slings one of arms around your shoulders, pulling you into his side. 

“Of course you don’t. They’re not your amazing boyfriend who you like so much,” he spoke as if you weren't upset mere moments ago.

“What if I did though?” you questioned. Jiseok’s face deadpanned. 

“No.” he stated firmly, causing you to laugh. “You can only watch edits of me, your boyfriend who you like so much. Only me got it?” He pointed his finger at you. You smiled and wrapped your pointer finger around his outstretched one. 

“Yes sir,” you nodded. Jiseok smiled brightly. 

“So do you often watch edits of me? Do you save them to watch when you miss me?” he wiggled his eyebrows at you. Just like that your teasing boyfriend was back.

O.de/Seungmin

The sun had set long ago, trading places with the moon. Seungmin and you were winding down for the night. Clad in pajamas, nestled under the covers, have one last scroll through your phones before calling it a night. You scrolled across a video that you thought Seungmin would like, so you sent it to him. You waited anticipatingly for Seungmin to say something.

“Did you just send me a video of myself?” Your eyes widened. That’s definitely not what you were expecting to hear. Pulling up the chat you realized that you sent him the wrong video. Instead of sending him the video you intended you accidentally sent him an edit of himself that you were watching earlier. 

Letting out a half laugh you said “I sent the wrong one.” You then proceeded to send him the video you originally intended to send. “There.” Seungmin sets his phone down and moves to drape himself across you, setting your phone aside as he did so. 

“You watch edits of me?” he prompted, looking at you from where his head laid on your chest. 

“Sometimes. Whenever I happen to scroll across one,” you told him, a bit timid. Seungmin smiled happily and snuggled closer to you, murmuring out a cute.

“Do you have a favorite one?” he poked a bit of fun.

“Maybe,” you replied coyly. 

“Send it to me,” he chuckled. 

“You want me to send you an edit of yourself?” You mimicked the tone he used earlier when he first asked you about the video. 

“Yes, in fact you can send me every edit you watch of me,” he stated, causing you to feel a bit puzzled. Seungmin notices your puzzled face. “Cause I’ll know you’re thinking about me,” he added cheekily.

Junhan/Hyeongjun

The second Hyeongjun saw you watching an edit of him he became very flustered. He couldn’t even make his presence known. That’s how flustered it made him. He never expected that he would catch you watching an edit of him. He never even thought that you would watch edits of him. Hyeongjun knew that fans made them of course. He has even stumbled across a few of them himself. They made him feel bashful too. The thought of someone taking the time to edit him, brings out a certain shyness within him.

 Hyeongjun quietly walks back out of the room. This time when he re-enters the room he calls out your name.

“Y/n,” he called as if it was the first time he entered. He spots you quickly switching videos. It makes him smile knowing that the situation made you a bit shy too.

“What were you watching?” he asks just cause he’s curious to see how you’ll respond. 

“Just scrolling,” you played off. Hyeongjun simply nodded, deciding to let it be. That was until a few days later. 

“I saw you watching that edit of me the other day,” he revealed. Your eyes opened wide before you looked down in embarrassment. 

“How come you didn’t say anything then?” you questioned. 

“I was too flustered.” A familiar pink made its way onto his cheeks. 

“Looks like you’re still a bit flustered,” you pointed out his cheeks, which only made their pink shade deepen. 

“I just never thought you would watch edits of me,” he explained. 

“Why not? You deserve to be edited by Hyeonjun. You’re so cool, handsome-”

“Ah stop it. I regret bringing it up.” Hyeongjun flopped his head down onto his arms, but he secretly liked receiving the praise from you.

Jooyeon

Jooyeon and you were lounging around on the couch. You were sitting up, leaning against the armrest while Jooyeon laid across your lower body. One of your hands was absentmindedly running through his hair and the other held your phone. Jooyeon was occupied by a show playing on the t.v. that he liked, but didn’t particularly pique your interest. During a commercial break Jooyeon playfully popped up closer to you, allowing him to see your phone screen.

“You’re watching an edit of me!” he shouted. 

“I-I just happened to scroll across it,” you quickly defended yourself.

“Still you decided to watch it. You could have just kept scrolling,’ he teased you. 

“As if you wouldn’t be offended if I just scrolled by it,” you sassed him. 

“That’s true it would be a crime to just scroll past my handsome face.” He turned his head from side to side to show off his handsomeness.

“Maybe I should have just skipped it. You didn’t need this to fill your ego,” you stated. 

“How dare you?” Jooyeon pinched your sides, causing you to squirm.

“Ah stop it!” You tried to move away, but since he was laying on top of you there was nowhere for you to go. “Ok! Ok! I’m sorry!” you pleaded. Jooyeon’s fingers stop their assault on your sides. His head made its way back down to your lap, where it originally was.

“Do you watch my edits often?” he questioned. 

“When I come across them…or when I miss you..sometimes.” You felt Jooyeon’s head pop up again. “Don’t say anything,” you warned him. Jooyeon rested his head back down. He’ll tease you about it later.

[myslutwritings]

Hi, can you write kokushibo with a reader that is the total opposite of him? Like reader it's loud, sassy and chaotic and kokushibo... is kokushibo.

definitely! thank you for the request<3

Kokushibo with a S/O who’s the complete opposite of him.

➤ headcanons

Kokushibo x Opposite!GN! reader

warnings: mentions of murder, reader is low-key an asshole.

• It’s beyond astounding how the two of you ended up as a couple.

• First off, it surprises everyone because the both of you are the COMPLETE opposite. (Personality wise)

• The other uppermoons and even Muzan are basically dumbfounded.

• Because out of all people, Kokushibo ended up with YOU!

• You’re low-key like Douma mixed with Daki (But with your own personality)

• You’re cunning, feisty, sassy as hell, not afraid to reveal your presumptuous attitude. You’re quite the prankster as well! You have the tendency to consistently tease others too.

• On the other hand, our boy Koku here is reserved, envious, menacing, the strong silent type. (in a creepy way)

• So how the hell did you pull HIM?

• But you know what they say, opposite tend to attract.

• Kokushibo tends to despise people like you.

• But here you are, dating uppermoon one.

• You got that W rizz

• At first, Kokushibo HATES you, hates your personality, just utterly resents you.

• However, he keeps his mouth shut because he knows better.

• But that all changes when the two of you (eventually) fall in love.

• Still finds you aggravating as hell but somehow tolerates your behavior because he cares for you despite how much of a nuisance you can be at times..

• Kokushibo has the capability to handle you but god forbid you make him the target of your immature pranks and schemes.

• tolerates you but even he has his limits.

• You’re quite the piece of work.

• Whenever, Kokushibo gets angry with you he surprisingly doesn’t hurt you but his way of punishing you is giving you the silent treatment.

for instance:

• There was a time where you made a offensive joke about Kokushibo and his beef with his sibling (Yoriichi)

• Your goal was to receive a recreation out of him..

• Mission=failed.

• Now, he has quite pissed that you had he audacity to pull some shit like that i’m front of him.

• To make matters worse, you cracked the joke in front of ALL the other uppermoons!

• Akaza is stunned, Douma thinks it’s knee-slapping hilarious, Hantengu is scared for you, Gyokko is giggling in the corner, Daki is giving Kokushibo a shit-eating grin, Gyutaro remains silent and nakime doesn’t care.

• Kokushibo ignored you for a week after this then returned like nothing happened 💀

• You apologized to him because you realized that you embarrassed him and felt bad about it. So you put off the attitude and apologized like the mature adult you are.

• Honestly, he must admit, you’re not all bad.

• Doesn’t care if you’re too loud either.

• There are times where you even made him smile and laugh. (You’re so adorable sometimes even when you’re chaotic!)

• You can’t figure out what’s scarier, your crazed personality or seeing this boy become all giddy around you.

• It’s INSANELY rare to witness Kokushibo smiling/laughing.

• All though he never smiles that much, do not let that fool you! This man adores you.

• Kokushibo is a demon, so his way of showing/giving affection is abnormal.

• He used to have a wife, so the most normal type of affection you’ll receive is that domestic fluffy shit.

• Sometimes when you’re acting all bratty and won’t shut up he’ll kiss you to keep your little mouth shut.

• Kokushibo isn’t the super flirty type, you’re wayyy more charismatic than he is.

• I like to think that he gets easily flustered if you’re overly flirtatious and seductive towards him.

• Whenever you speak all seductively to him or call him cheesy petnames he becomes a blushing mess and forgets how to speak.

• You’re the master at rizzing him up.

• He hates it. but you love it because you know he’s secretly fond of it.

• Kokushibo may dislike your personality at times but if anyone else attempts to hit on you or is mean towards you he will kill them in an instant for you.

• Douma and Karaku have the tendency to flirt with you behind Kokushibo’s back

• Kokushibo always finds out and i pity Karaku and Douma for what happens next.

• NOWWW If another human flirts with you or if they bully you.. Kokushibo will kill them immediately. LIKE IMMEDIATELY.

• Brings you their head as a gift for you.

• You always tease him for how overprotective he is.

• All though you and Kokushibo are the polar opposite he still loves you deeply and views you as his other half.

• no one still knows how the two do you got into a relationship.

that’s about all. feel more than free to send me more requests!

[queenlakiefer]

The Price of Salvation (F!OC Michael’s twin sister) The Lost Boys Oneshot

What if Michael had a twin sister and she was mortally wounded…

Author’s note: It says it’s a ‘Oneshot’ but I don’t follow my own logic soooo…If I do decide to do anything else with this I will put it on my masterlist 👍🏻

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Michael had always felt a strange connection to his twin sister, Emily. They shared a bond that went beyond the usual sibling relationship, a bond that was almost supernatural. One night, as Michael was patrolling the boardwalk, he felt a sharp pain in his chest. It was Emily. He knew something was terribly wrong.

Rushing home, he found her lying on the floor, mortally wounded. Her breaths were shallow, and her skin was pale. Desperate and with no other options, Michael decided to seek out the only people who might be able to help—The Lost Boys.

He made his way to the cave, the eerie lair of the vampire gang. The flickering torches cast long shadows on the walls as he entered. Star was there, her eyes filled with concern as she saw the anguish on Michael’s face.

“Michael, what’s wrong?” she asked, stepping forward to embrace him.

“It’s Emily,” he choked out. “She’s dying. I don’t know what to do.”

The Lost Boys, lounging around the cave, perked up at the mention of Emily. David, their charismatic and menacing leader, stood up and approached Michael, a sly smile playing on his lips.

“Well, well, Michael,” David said, his voice dripping with mock sympathy. “It seems you’re in quite the predicament.”

Michael looked at David, desperation in his eyes. “Please, David. You have to help her. I’ll do anything.”

David’s smile widened. “Anything, you say? You know, Michael, there’s a way to save her. But it comes at a price.”

Michael’s heart pounded in his chest. “What do you want?”

David circled him, his eyes gleaming with a predatory light. “Join us, Michael. Become one of us. Embrace the darkness, and your sister will live.”

Michael hesitated, the weight of the decision pressing down on him. He looked at Star, who shook her head slightly, her eyes pleading.

“Michael, don’t,” she whispered. “You don’t want to become like us. There has to be another way.”

But Michael was out of options. He looked back at David, who was watching him with a mixture of amusement and anticipation.

“Okay,” Michael said finally. “I’ll do it. Just save her.”

David’s grin was triumphant. “Excellent choice, Michael. Welcome to the family.”

With that, David motioned for the other Lost Boys to follow him. They made their way to Michael’s house, where Emily lay on the brink of death. David knelt beside her, his fangs glinting in the dim light.

“Don’t worry, Emily,” he whispered. “Your brother has made a deal. You’ll be just fine.”

As David bit into his wrist and let his blood drip into Emily’s mouth, Michael felt a chill run down his spine. He had saved his sister, but at what cost? He was now bound to the Lost Boys, forever entwined in their dark world. Star’s reluctant gaze followed him, filled with sorrow for the choice he had made.

[zapreportsblog]

Another poly fem reader volturi request I have.

Reader is being hunted down by a rouge vampire that has been on the volturi radar due to him constantly hunting and not being careful been such a nuisance that the volturi kings decided to get everyone to hunt this rouge down he has escaped the guard due to him having invisibility gift . The kings took the matter personally and decided to do this themselves. Female reader end up one nigh going out late to get medicine and becomes a target she runs and during her trying to run away or fight to stay alive. She meets the volturi kings. Marcus who has the ability of knowing the types of bond’s people have) discovered she’s their mate . They took immediate action and got arid if the rouge vampire with her help splashed the rouge vampire with her blood so the volturi notice where he was ( no longer invisible) vampire quickly met his death. . The kings where shook because one she helped them they where impressed she acted quickly even though she was terrified. But also because they almost lost her. All of them went through so many emotions specially Marcus he already lost one and now he almost lost her. She’s sorta faints after the whole ordeal and they take her with them. Eventually she wakes up they explain everything. It’s took a few weeks to process but she immediately feels the connection and could not be happier she loves them.

Sorry if this is long 😅

Ooh I love how detailed your being! Enjoy :)

↱ installing fear into their hearts ↰

➘ summary : the volturi has come to put an end to the rouge vampires hunt and in the process they end meeting someone special

➘ the volturi kings x reader , aro x reader x marcus x caius

In the heart of the ancient city of Volterra, the Volturi, a coven of powerful and enigmatic vampires, held court within their grand stone palace. Aro, the charismatic leader, stood at the center of the chamber, flanked by his loyal coven members, Caius and Marcus. The marble walls echoed with the murmurs of vampires gathered from all corners of the world.

Aro's golden eyes glinted with a mixture of curiosity and concern as he addressed the assembly. "My dear brethren, we are faced with a matter of utmost urgency." He paused, allowing the weight of his words to settle in. "There exists a rogue vampire who threatens the delicate balance we have maintained for centuries."

The air grew tense as the coven members exchanged uneasy glances. Irina, a member of the Denali coven, raised her hand, her voice trembling. "Aro, this rogue vampire… they are relentless. Their constant hunting endangers our secret existence."

Aro nodded gravely, acknowledging the gravity of the situation. "Indeed. They possess an ability so rare, so potent, that it enables them to disappear from our sight at will. Invisibility, my friends, a power that has kept them elusive and untouchable."

Caius's lip curled into a sneer. "This recklessness is unacceptable. The Volturi cannot tolerate a threat to our dominion."

A murmur of agreement rippled through the assembly. Aro's gaze swept over the vampires, his expression contemplative. "We must put an end to this menace swiftly, for our own survival as well as the preservation of our kind."

As the room fell into a heavy silence, Marcus, the third member of the Volturi's ruling triumvirate, spoke with his characteristic detachment. "It is clear we must act, but we must also tread carefully. Exposing ourselves to the humans would bring disastrous consequences."

Aro's fingers danced in anticipation, his mind whirring with possibilities. "I have consulted Chelsea, our talented manipulator of bonds. She will forge a connection between us all, ensuring our unity and cooperation in this endeavor."

The assembled vampires exchanged wary glances, their minds connecting as Chelsea's power swept through the room, binding them together with an unspoken understanding.

"Jane and Alec," Aro continued, his voice low and measured, "you shall lead a team of our most skilled trackers to apprehend the rogue. Their ability to cause excruciating pain will nullify the advantage of invisibility."

Jane's crimson eyes gleamed with determination, while Alec's expression remained impassive. "Consider it done, Master."

Aro smiled, his satisfaction evident. "With our combined strength and abilities, we shall bring this rogue vampire to justice, restoring the shadows that veil our existence."

As the meeting concluded, the coven members dispersed, their thoughts consumed by the upcoming challenge. Aro watched them go, his mind calculating the potential outcomes. The Volturi's influence had remained unchallenged for centuries, and he was not about to let a single rogue vampire threaten their dominion.

Outside the palace, the ancient city of Volterra bustled with life, unaware of the shadows cast by the vampire world hidden within its walls. Little did the human populace know that their fate hung in the balance as the Volturi prepared to hunt down a rogue vampire whose power of invisibility could shatter the fragile peace between the immortal and the mortal realms.

The moon hung low in the velvety night sky, casting a pale glow over the cobblestone streets of Volterra. (Y/N) had ventured out late, the weight of an illness pressing upon her chest. The pharmacy was a mere block away, yet the darkness of the night made the journey feel eerily distant. Wrapping her coat tighter around herself, she quickened her pace, the only sounds echoing through the deserted alleyways the soft rustle of leaves and the distant hum of her own breath.

Unbeknownst to her, the rogue vampire, shrouded in an unsettling aura of invisibility, had been lurking in the shadows, watching her every move. Their eyes glinted with predatory anticipation as they tracked her, eager to satisfy their unquenchable thirst for blood.

Just as (Y/N) reached the entrance of the pharmacy, a sudden instinct made her turn, her heart racing as she sensed a presence behind her. She gasped, her breath catching in her throat as she caught a fleeting glimpse of a figure in the corner of her eye. Panic surged through her veins, propelling her into action.

Without a second thought, (Y/N) sprinted down the narrow alley, her footsteps echoing like thunder in the night. Adrenaline surged through her, giving her a burst of energy as fear drove her onward. Behind her, the rogue vampire gave chase, their laughter a chilling echo in the night air.

As (Y/N) turned a corner, her heart sank as she realized she had stumbled into a dead-end alley. She pressed her back against the cold brick wall, her chest heaving, her eyes darting around in search of an escape route. The rogue vampire emerged from the shadows, their malevolent aura causing the very air to grow heavy.

Just as the rogue vampire lunged, ready to make their move, a voice sliced through the darkness like a beacon of salvation. "Halt!"

Startled, both (Y/N) and the rogue vampire turned to face the source of the command. Three imposing figures had appeared at the end of the alley, their presence commanding and their eyes ablaze with an otherworldly intensity.

It was the Volturi.

Aro, Caius, and Marcus stood with an air of authority, their crimson eyes fixated on the rogue vampire. Aro's lips curved into a slight smile, his fingers steepled beneath his chin. "My dear guests, it seems we have stumbled upon a most intriguing scene."

The rogue vampire hesitated, their invisibility waning as their concentration faltered under the scrutiny of the Volturi. (Y/N)'s heart pounded in her chest, a mixture of relief and uncertainty flooding her senses. She glanced from the Volturi to the rogue vampire, trapped between two powerful forces.

Aro's gaze shifted to (Y/N), his expression inscrutable. "And who might this young human be?"

(Y/N)'s voice trembled as she answered, "I-I'm (Y/N). I was just trying to get some medicine."

Aro's smile widened, his eyes gleaming with curiosity. "Ah, a fortuitous meeting indeed. It appears you have quite the story to tell."

The rogue vampire snarled, their power of invisibility flickering as their anger grew. The tension in the alley was palpable, an electrifying stand-off between the Volturi and the elusive rogue.

As the confrontation reached its climax, the alleyway seemed to hold its breath, a pivotal moment that would shape the fates of those involved.

Marcus, the enigmatic member of the Volturi, stood amidst the tension of the alley, his sightless eyes reflecting the shadows of a thousand lifetimes. His unique ability, to perceive the bonds that connected people, had granted him a deeper insight into the situation. And as he focused his power on (Y/N), a realization dawned upon him—one that ignited a spark of determination within his ancient heart.

"Aro," Marcus intoned, his voice low and measured, "this human holds a bond that intertwines her fate with ours."

Aro's eyes flickered with intrigue as he turned to Marcus. "A bond, you say?"

"Yes," Marcus confirmed, his voice steady. "It is not a mere coincidence that she found herself entangled in this very moment. She is our mate, connected to our destinies."

Caius's brow furrowed with impatience. "Our mate? Are you suggesting that we allow this human to disrupt our plans?"

Aro's expression remained contemplative. "Marcus's visions have proven invaluable in the past. If he perceives a bond, it must be explored."

Marcus's focus shifted to the rogue vampire, his gaze intense as he spoke to (Y/N). "Human, you are part of our story now. Your bond with us has shifted the tides of fate."

(Y/N)'s heart pounded, her mind struggling to comprehend the enormity of what she was hearing. Before she could respond, a snarl erupted from the rogue vampire, their patience worn thin by the unfolding events.

With a swift, fluid motion, the rogue vampire lunged at (Y/N), their invisible form gaining corporeal shape as they attacked. But the Volturi were not ones to be caught off guard. Jane, her red eyes ablaze, raised her hand, and a wave of excruciating pain washed over the rogue vampire.

Grimacing in agony, the rogue vampire's invisibility faltered, revealing their true form—a figure with dark, unruly hair and eyes that glinted with malice. Alec, beside Jane, channeled his power, freezing the rogue in place with a glance.

Marcus's lips curled into a faint smile, his ethereal eyes fixed on (Y/N). "The bond you share with us is unbreakable, and it grants us strength beyond measure."

Aro stepped forward, his gaze piercing the rogue vampire's defiant facade. "Rogue, you threaten our world with your recklessness. But we are not without power."

With a single nod, Aro gave the command, and the Volturi coven unleashed their combined abilities. The alleyway became a battleground of supernatural forces, as the Volturi's might clashed against the rogue vampire's desperation.

(Y/N)'s heart raced as she watched the spectacle unfold before her, her mind reeling with the surreal realization that she was now an integral part of this world of vampires and power. She had unwittingly stumbled into a world of bonds and destiny far beyond her wildest dreams.

Amidst the chaos, Marcus's voice cut through the air, his words reaching (Y/N) in a moment of clarity. "Hold on to the bond, (Y/N). It will guide us."

As the battle raged on, the fate of (Y/N), the Volturi, and the rogue vampire hung in the balance, their destinies interwoven in a dance of power and connection that would shape the course of their lives forever.

In the midst of the alley, the battle raged on, a symphony of supernatural powers clashing with the force of a tempest. The rogue vampire's invisibility gave them a distinct advantage, allowing them to strike swiftly and unpredictably. Despite the Volturi's considerable strength, the elusive nature of their opponent left them struggling to gain the upper hand.

As the coven members fought to defend themselves, (Y/N) watched in awe and trepidation, her heart torn between fear for her life and an inexplicable connection to the very beings who had emerged from the shadows. Marcus's words echoed in her mind—the bond that linked them all, granting her an unexpected role in this struggle.

An idea formed in (Y/N)'s mind, sparked by desperation and a desire to contribute. She scanned the alley, her gaze locking onto a shard of glass that had fallen to the ground from a shattered window. Without hesitating, she picked up the shard, pressing its edge into her palm. Pain flared, but she ignored it, her focus unwavering.

With determination, (Y/N) let a few drops of her blood fall onto the ground, splattering near the rogue vampire's concealed form. The invisible vampire hissed, their outline becoming distorted by the mingling of blood and energy. The Volturi, their senses heightened by the scent of blood, turned their attention to the point where the drops had landed.

The rogue vampire's invisibility wavered, revealing their form to the Volturi. Jane seized the opportunity, her gaze locking onto the now-visible rogue. Her power surged forth, inflicting agonizing pain upon the vampire. Alec, quick to capitalize on the situation, used his own power to immobilize the rogue, leaving them vulnerable.

Aro's laughter cut through the tense atmosphere as he approached the immobilized rogue vampire. "It seems your advantage has waned, my friend."

The rogue vampire, their features twisted in pain, glared at (Y/N), their anger palpable.

As the rogue vampire's struggles grew feeble, the Volturi closed in, their combined powers overwhelming the once-elusive creature. With one final cry, the rogue vampire met their demise, vanquished by the united strength of the Volturi and the unexpected alliance with (Y/N).

The alley fell into silence, the energy of battle dissipating like a dissipating storm. Aro stepped forward, his expression one of both approval and intrigue. "You, (Y/N), have proven to be a formidable ally. Your bond with us has proven invaluable."

Caius's skepticism remained, but his tone held a begrudging respect. "Indeed. Your actions speak for themselves."

Marcus's ethereal eyes held a rare warmth as he regarded (Y/N). "You have shaped the course of this night, and our fates are forever intertwined."

(Y/N) nodded, her gaze shifting between the Volturi members, her heart heavy with the weight of this newfound destiny. "I never asked for any of this, but I won't back down from it either."

As the alleyway faded into the early dawn, (Y/N) stood amidst the triumphant Volturi, her life irrevocably altered. Bound by blood and bonds, they were united by a shared purpose and a future that would forever be shaped by this unexpected alliance.

As the last echoes of the battle's aftermath settled, (Y/N)'s adrenaline-fueled strength gave way to exhaustion. The world around her seemed to spin, her vision blurring at the edges, and the ground beneath her feet felt like shifting sand. Her limbs grew heavy, and with a soft gasp, she collapsed to her knees.

Aro's keen eyes caught the moment of her faltering, and he was by her side in an instant, his arms steadying her. "Easy now, my dear. You've been through quite an ordeal."

(Y/N) fought to keep her eyes open, her breath shallow and ragged. The events of the night had taken their toll, and her body yearned for rest. As her vision dimmed, she heard Aro's voice as though from a distance.

"We shall take you with us," he said, his words a soothing murmur. "Rest assured, you are safe."

A rush of gratitude washed over her, mingling with the fatigue that threatened to overcome her. Darkness tugged at the edges of her consciousness, and with a final, conscious effort, she gave in, her body succumbing to the welcoming embrace of unconsciousness.

Time passed in a blur for (Y/N), the days blending into nights as her body mended from the turmoil she had endured. Slowly, consciousness returned, and her senses gradually awakened to the world around her. She found herself in a luxurious chamber within the Volturi's palace, the soft glow of candles casting warm shadows on the walls.

As her eyes fluttered open, (Y/N) took in her surroundings, her memories piecing together the events that had brought her here. The battle, the rogue vampire, and the unbreakable bond she shared with the Volturi—all of it flooded back.

Sitting by her bedside, Marcus regarded her with a calmness that belied the underlying emotions he felt. His voice was soft as he spoke, "Welcome back, (Y/N)."

(Y/N)'s gaze met his, and she saw a depth of emotion in his eyes that mirrored her own. The connection she felt with him was undeniable, a shared understanding that transcended words. She sat up slowly, a mixture of vulnerability and curiosity in her expression.

"You… you saved me," she whispered, her voice tinged with awe.

Marcus nodded, his gaze unwavering. "We could not stand by while an innocent life was threatened."

Tears welled in (Y/N)'s eyes, a mixture of gratitude and something more profound stirring within her. She reached out to touch Marcus's hand, her heart pounding as a spark of energy passed between them. The connection was palpable, a shared moment that seemed to bridge the gap between them.

As the days turned into weeks, (Y/N) learned more about her new reality and the role she played in the Volturi's world. Her connection to them ran deep, a bond that was forged by fate and solidified through shared experiences. While her mind struggled to comprehend the enormity of it all, her heart felt an undeniable pull towards Aro, Caius, and Marcus.

One day, as the sun cast a warm glow over the palace, (Y/N) found herself standing in the gardens, the three kings by her side. Their presence felt natural, like pieces of a puzzle falling into place. With a deep breath, she turned to them, her eyes filled with determination.

"I may not fully understand everything," she began, her voice steady, "but I know how I feel. The bond we share…it's real. I feel it, and I want to embrace it."

Aro's smile was gentle, his gaze filled with approval. "Our mate, you have a gift for understanding the complexities of our world."

Caius's expression softened, his earlier skepticism replaced by a quiet warmth. "You've proven yourself, (Y/N)."

And as (Y/N) looked at Marcus, she saw a flicker of emotion that spoke volumes. He was the one who had sensed their bond, who had seen her in a moment of vulnerability that mirrored his own past. His smile was subtle, but she saw the depth of feeling in his eyes.

"I won't pretend that this is easy," she admitted, "but I know that I want to explore this connection with all of you."

As the three kings surrounded her, (Y/N)'s heart felt fuller than it ever had before. The bond that had brought them together was a testament to the twists of fate and the intricate threads that wove their lives together. And as they stood there, united by the unbreakable ties of destiny, (Y/N) knew that she had found her place in a world she never could have imagined.

[thefrenchydude]

Could we have a character sheet for Macaque and Wukong, and for the other characters in the visual novel, please?

Oki doki (sorry for the time it took me to anwser it ;-;)

Name: Sun Wukong

Age: ??? (physical appearance: 27)

Place: Flower Fruit Mountain

Status: Demon King

Physical description:

Sun Wukong has a sleek, athletic appearance, with supple, powerful muscles. His sparkling eyes reflect a sharp intelligence mixed with a glint of madness. His golden skin seems to emit a glow of its own. His smile is often teasing, but behind this facade lies a deep intensity.

Personality:

With an oversized ego and an impulsive temperament, Sun Wukong is as charismatic as he is dangerous. His self-confidence borders on arrogance, and he'll stop at nothing to achieve his goals. Beneath his mischievous exterior lies an obsessive possessiveness and a sickly jealousy. He'll do anything to protect what he considers his, even if it means resorting to extreme methods (unless it hurts his beloved Peach).

Abilities:

As Monkey King, Sun Wukong is a master of the martial arts, able to fight with superhuman agility and power. He is also a master of the mystic arts, including metamorphosis, teleportation and the manipulation of natural elements. He can also duplicate himself and use his hair to create things like objects or food. His magic staff, the Ruyi Jingu Bang, is a formidable weapon capable of changing size at will.

Relationship:

Sun Wukong is deeply obsessed by his love for his Reader. His relationship with Reader is intense, oscillating between all-consuming passion and overwhelming possessiveness.

Motivation:

Sun Wukong's main motivation is to protect and conquer Reader at all costs. Nothing can stop him in his quest to obtain the absolute love of the person he desires, even if it means destroying everything in his path.

Special note:

Due to his yandere nature, Sun Wukong is extremely dangerous to anyone who comes between him and his Peach. His actions are often unpredictable and violent. Better not get close to Reader.

Macaque

Name: Liu'er Mihou

Age: ??? (physical appearance: 27)

Place: Flower Fruit Mountain

Status : Demon king

Physical description:

Liu'er Mihou is a demon physically quite similar to Wukong. He has silky black fur that glistens in the sunlight, and he takes good care of it. He has three ears on both sides of his face -6 in all-. His charming smile can go from warm to menacing in an instant, revealing his sharp, pointed teeth. His posture is always elegant, accentuating his aura of mystery and danger.

Personality:

Liu'er Mihou is closed and calculating towards anyone other than Reader and Wukong. Once he's with Reader, things change and he becomes a lamb who loves the touch of his love. His jealousy is fierce, and he's ready to get rid of anyone who come between him and Reader.

Abilities:

Liu'er Mihou possesses demonic agility and strength, as well as exceptional intelligence.

He excels in the art of combat and manipulation, and can use his charm to get what he wants from Reader. He can also blend into his natural environment and move with silent grace. His acute sense of hearing and smell enable him to track any prey with frightening precision. He can also manipulate shadows to: control someone's movements, duplicate himself, open portals or plunge places into a kind of shadow dimension…

Relationships:

Liu'er Mihou is deeply obsessed with Reader, whom he considers the love of his life. He can't stand the idea of anyone else getting close to his Reader, and is ready to eliminate any perceived threat. His relationship with Reader oscillates between tenderness and ardent desire, not hesitating to tease his love. And he's ready to use any means necessary to make sure Reader is his forever.

Motivation:

Liu'er Mihou's main motivation is to keep his love safe and close at all costs. He's willing to sacrifice everything to ensure that no one else can get close to him -unless it's Wukong, both are cool with the sharing part, even if it wasn't easy at first-. His obsession is fueled by an insatiable desire for more of Reader.

Special note:

Due to his yandere nature, Liu'er Mihou is extremely dangerous to anyone who comes between him and his Reader.

For the rest I will write it later, I have other ask to anwser. I know I'm very slow to do it, but I will so no worry.

[vvoidsmm]

NYX VERSE !!!!

just wanted to share some ocs of mine that's been collecting dust on the side... some doesn't have complete lore but hehe... still want to share them 🫶

this was also the time where i was RLLY into anything multiverse/star themed...so... u'll probably notice if u keep reading HAHAHAHA

Nyx, an Aeon of Curiosity

"Is believed to have existed before time itself. An entity beyond human comprehension, Nyx lurks at the edges of our universe, observing the cycle of life and death with its celestial eyes. After extensive research, the Luxerians discovered traces of Nyx's existence and pursued this knowledge, hoping to uncover secrets that could benefit their planet and people. They believed that understanding Nyx would bring them closer to the ultimate truths about their universe—its origins, its nature, and its possibilities"

Before the creation of the cosmos, there was nothing, except Nyx. Nyx existed before stars, time, and space. A void of nothingness became something when a celestial entity emerged. What was once a barren white plane transformed into the first galaxy through Nyx's power. Galaxies multiplied, and planets from different dimensions formed, creating various planes. Nyx could form, manipulate, and traverse all these universes. Driven by curiosity, Nyx entered these planes and observed life evolving within them. With the emergence of time came the multiverse. These planes could be alternate timelines, with multiple outcomes, possibilities, dimensions, and realities. As these increased, a tree representing all galaxies and their connections came into existence. However, its location and how to approach it remain unknown. Only when Luxergia managed to find traces of the existence of Nyx.

Galactic Menace; Nix

WHO?

A proclaimed space-ranger that’s traveling across the cosmos. He’s described as charismatic and outgoing, never letting power and regulations restrain him from reaching a certain goal. In the eyes of others, he is a mysterious man who follows only his rules. During his ventures across the galaxy, he’s been famous for creating problems for many, leading to a bounty for his head that spread space-wide. Despite his striking and cheery outlook, deep down he holds great grief and anger, as he seeks out an enemy unknown to many.

FROM?

It was a beautiful planet. The sky always had the hues of blues and purples that surrounded the lands. It's filled with bioluminescent particles that give the sky a faint glow. The gases would often present motions of swirls in the air that almost mimic the sea. The atmosphere is deep and heavy, with the temperature being too cold for an average human to survive in. Luxergia’s core power comes from Xerge. Due to this, it caused the Luxerians to have luminous parts of their bodies (hair, skin, eyes) under different conditions. The residents in Luxergia are divided into nations worldwide. Each nation has a specific area of research assigned that involves the local environment, ecosystem, and phenomena. The main headquarter of research is located at the center of the planet, which Luxerians believe is the closest to their connection with their aeon, Nyx.

Before becoming the ranger he is today, Nix was born on a planet called Luxergia, a world that places a strong emphasis on evolution and research. He was named after the planet's Aeon, as his parents admired this figure deeply and chose to honor their god by naming him after it. After the destruction of his planet by an unknown entity, Nyx became an unknown ranger seeking out the multiverse to search for, what he believes in, his surviving sister.

Angel of guidance, Astra

From the nation of Lucidus, an angel born from the manifestation of enlightenment and hope, Astra came to be to provide the people guidance. Names such as “Stellar Angel”, and “The Northern Star” were given to him as he was seen as the embodiment of all that was good and just, his presence was believed to bring a sense of calm and serenity to those around him.

Astra is an angel who emerged from the people of Lucidus and carries a fragment of Nyx's star. As a guide of hope, Astra can glimpse into your past, present, and future. Although he cannot fully interact with the various versions of life and the universe that he observes, he uses this insight to assist people and guide them toward a better path.

However, as soon as the virus Anathema plagued the nation of Lucidus, believers passed- which is also a danger for angels. The less people believed and hoped, the angels disappeared. And that’s what happened with Astra. As he vanished, a part of him was left behind. An emblem that held his power, his abilities. Those who possess the star of Astra can manifest their dreams, desires, power, and paths. But it was never easy finding this star. It often moves locations, places people have never been in before, difficult to find. But the only way one can know if this star changes its path, a constellation from the sky changes. It is often a sign of its whereabouts or signals.

Despite the death of Astra, a part of him lives. A vessel from Sumeru, an elf who dedicated its life to studying the magic of stars. The history, the power.

The chosen, Cosmo

After a long search for the fallen angel's remains, Cosmo felt fortunate to have gained access to its power. She wields it effortlessly as if it was meant for her. She dedicated her life, power, and vision to helping those in need. Continuing Astra's legacy. But no good comes without evil lurking to steal the emblem's power.

People, very bad people began to hunt her down for this power. Putting her and her family's lives in danger. Out of sheer desperation, not knowing the limits, and the danger the power holds if transferred in full force, Cosmo gave Astra's emblem to her son. Cosmo's life fell short, leaving only one family behind, leaving her son behind.

Dimming light, Silas

Death was his path. An inescapable one, at that. But Cosmo looked through the possibilities of his survival, and only one came out. It was slim and dangerous— yet she took that chance for her son to escape.

He was never to possess Astra's powers. Although it saved him and gave him a chance to live, it felt like a curse rather than a gift. Death was much kinder if he did not have to endure the pain of having to hold what's not supposed to be in him— what's not his. The lines between reality, of what's in his world and what's not began to blur every waking moment. He didn't have the power over Astra's arcane. It was killing him slowly.

[theparliamentofrooks]

OKAY SO I HEARD ABOUT YOU BEING A COMPLETE YO KAI WATCH FAN AND BUCK ENJOYER AS THE BIGGEST BUCK ENJOYER MYSELF I WANT TO HWAR ABOUT YOUR HEADCANONS IF YOU WOULD NOT MIND, I WOULD LIKE TO INFO DUMP TO EACH OTHER ABOUT HIM BECAUSE HE IS SUCH A REAL CHARACTER I LOVE HIM

LIIIIIIIIIIIIIITERALLY THE CHARACTER EVER i will gladly drop everything i think about him (or like half of it at least) here. Absolutely. He taught me how it feels to have an obscure fave HAHA

One big thing is that I age up the Yokai Watch characters with me cause they're my No. 1 comfort characters, so Buck (and everyone else) are young adults (like 18). Also Buck is Mexican/Honduran because he has too much swag not to be

Out of the YW3 trio (Nate, Buck, Hailey) it's BUCK that's the smartest. He gets pretty good grades with minimal studying and only puts in effort for big exams. The first time Nate saw he got 100% on a test he was so mad because they blew the past week doing nothing but Yokai stuff

Also he's just really good leader material for the trio. Nate of course is the best leader for Yokai and everyone in general (when times are tough) but Buck thinks ahead well

Is extremely popular in town. Literally 65% of people know him by name. He's charismatic and makes friends easily when he wants to

Has a bad habit of laughing at jokes for a little too long. Nate has dry humor and when it catches Buck off guard he'll be snickering like half an hour after it dropped. "You're still laughing?" "It was funny!"

He initially gets envious of Nate and Hailey having Yokai watches but when they bring him to get one he's like damn wait these kinda look like ass. He strolls out of the Yopple store whistling and appreciating his necklace tenfold and the others are astonished.

(Whisper, diehard Yopple stan, wants to bite him for a week)

Five Assigned Yokai Partner: Shadow Venoct. Reasoning? Shadow Venoct is my favorite. Buck is my favorite. Plus it's cool like why not. I honestly think Shadow Venoct would meet Buck and they'd just click well because Buck wouldn't shy away from him. Shadow Venoct hangs out with him and Buck doesn't need a medal to summon him (just has to say his name with intent)

Buck has trust issues but they only flare up when new people are entering his circle. When Nate was becoming friends with his friends, Buck instantly got defensive and tried shaking him off. Same thing for Hailey suddenly befriending Nate, which makes Buck initially very standoffish with her. It felt like they were invading his space and he needed to know if they would click well before he started being friendly

Buck also eventually realizes that his family can naturally see Yokai, but he couldn't for some reason. (Or at least his sister Dorothy can). It saddens him deeply but he tries not to dwell on it too much. He's got his lucky UFO stone and that's what matters now

Okay back to fun stuff. HE'S THE MOST INSANE ONE ON ADVENTURES BECAUSE HE WON'T FUCKING SIT DOWN he's constantly on his feet poking around SOMEWHERE. Buck absolutely REFUSES to rest when there is something interesting and exciting he could be doing Nate has to cover him so often

Wishes he had the Yokai Watch Certified Pistol

I am a Nate/Buck yaoi truther (I want what they have so bad) but the comedic appeal of Nate being into his sister is also huge. Buck finds out Nate and Hailey are both vying for Dorothy's attention and proceeds to be a MENACE. Nate gets tossed into the ocean and Hailey has to cope with an anime figure release being pushed back

(Buck asked his parents to pull a few strings and refused to elaborate on when he became "interested in anime stock marketing")

Nate and Buck are absolutely gay for each other though. I don't do ships but it's undeniable it's just a fact. The one of like four ships I DO accept as my own

He constantly switches between calling Yokai 'Yokai' and aliens. It's a hard habit to break okay cut him some slack a burger with hands and legs is NOT a ghost LMFAO

Whisper and Buck sometimes butt heads. Buck will call Whisper out for Googling (YO-GOOGLING?) and Whisper reprimands Buck for doing risky things. Buck has also pulled on Whisper's tuft a few times but come on everyone else absolutely has understand his situation

Buck is effectively Nate's right hand man and vice versa. When Nate can't rely on Jibanyan or Whisper for something, his next stop is Buck

I HOPE THESE WERE FUN HEADCANONS TO READ!!!!!!! It has been a LONG time since I've thought hard on him but GOD I LOVE HIM HE'S THE BEST. THE CHARACTER EVER. Buck Hazeltine is a staple for my favorite characters he's THE face of "green characters that are witty, smile a lot, and five will inevitably love". Ugh he's awesome

And thank YOU for sending me this ask!!!! (I LOVE OPPORTUNITIES TO TALK IT'S MY FAVORITE ACTIVITY)