#and turns out if he thought getting angry at one deity was gonna go on his bad karma report card

[chickensoupleg]

I had an idea based off of this (It has nothing to do with said idea the context is the Sims 4)

So Neil gets married to his first wife, all is well, she gets pregnant. What he doesn't know is she's some deity of some form or another and was either in a selkie skin situation where she can't return home because Neil has something of hers or knew that she can't legally just run away with child without Neil getting the law involved and put herself in danger. How a mortal man would put a being too powerful for him to even dare lay a hand on (He does anyways) in danger who knows, but whatever it is, she's not budging for a good couple of years.

Anyways, so at some point she does actually leave, abandoning her son to the dogs despite the possibility that she could have tried to bring him too, but simply could not. It could be a time thing, where her point of freedom was short and grabbing Billy without alerting Neil was too risky, a mortality thing where Billy being part of Neil's blood too made him impossible to bring where she was going, or just simply she did not want to.

Regardless, now Billy's stuck with Neil, time passes, joy of joy they end up in Hawkins.

Billy remembers his mom, definitely. Probably idolised her as many children do, especially when said parent tried protecting you from your other parent and gave you happy memories. Very likely he had no idea that his mom wasn't just a mortal woman.

Very likely – before the Mindflayer got its grubby slimy little tentacles in Billy – it didn't know either. Why would it. So, after it DOES get its nasty little whippersnappers into Billy it just... goes horrendously wrong.

Turns out adding the Upside Down to Godly Blood is a horrible combination and should not be done under any circumstance.

It becomes a horrible rendition of slowly distorting Billy's body so badly he might as well just been Mindflayer 2.0 but with exactly one (1) soul suffering in agonizing pain and misery.

It doesn't stop his mind from going between completing the Duty forced upon him and trying to figure out why everything in his bones hurt.

Pros:

-Nobody gets melted, hooray!

-The original Mindflayer + Henry now have to fight this Holy Blood with the mind control, and turns out a small child is much easier to control than WHATEVER THIS IS.

-The pain of summer being legal and a thing is likely not as severe but still very uncomfortable because someone on this brain council likes it cold.

Cons:

-Billy does not get his memory of him as a kid on the beach with his seven foot wave shown to him by a girl he doesn't really know but was about to feed to a massive monster in the mall and therefore remembers what feeling safe was like.

-Max still gets trauma regarding said brother, just in a different ice cream flavour.

-He doesn't understand what is going on and he's never gonna get his answers because it's too late for him.

[empress-simps]

Uncle Padfoot’s Motorcycle

Pairing: Dad! Remus x Mom! Reader CW: Language and Remus who’s gonna face the wrath of his wife. Summary: Uncle Sirius takes baby Moony out for a ride on his motorcycle and you aren't happy about it.

Note: I’ve literally enjoyed writing this, and dad! Marauders literally make me hdiskskssjska ALSO THANK YOU FOR 500 FOLLOWERS YOU GUYS���🥹 I LOVE Y’ALL

"Sirius Orion Black and Remus John Lupin!"

Sirius could feel his soul practically leave his body as he saw you, in your ever angry form, march to where he is handing your year old daughter to Remus' awaiting arms.

This is it, this is how Sirius thinks he’s going to leave the face of the Earth.

"Erm, I have to go! See you next week yeah?" Sirius clambers onto his motorcycle, praying to any deity that he would fly faster than you hexing him with your wandless magic.

"Bye pah foo!" Lyra grins, her four teeth in clear display as Sirius looked back and waved, "See you soon, baby moony! Have to go before mummy hexes me to no end!"

Remus watched his friend blankly, deep down wishing he too was in the back of the motorcycle with Lyra so he could escape the imminent wrath his wife that was to rain down on him.

“Remus. John. Lupin.”

Each word you uttered was like a nail on his coffin. He tried his best not to wince as he heard how utterly cold and sharp you spat his name out. So, gathering up his remaining courage, he faced you with a smile- and he definitely didn’t place your squealing baby girl in front of him, making her somewhat his shield. He hoped the cuteness of Lyra would soften the blow quite a bit.

“Hi, darling! You’re back early- “

“Tell me I did just not see our one-year-old baby land in front of our house riding Sirius’ flying motorcycle or so merlin help me I will strangle you.” You warned, taking Lyra from his hands, who happily snuggled in your arms.

Well, shit.

There goes his only chance of living.

He offered a wry smile, ignoring how sweaty his hands had become. “Alrighty, I won’t tell you- “

“Remus! You seriously thought it was a good idea to let our child ride a flying motorcycle? She just turned a year-old last week for Merlin’s sake!” You scolded, poor Remus. Call him a seer because he can already see himself sleeping on the couch for the entire week, a few days if he’s lucky.

“Darling, Sirius and I made sure it was completely safe.” He tried to explain, “Lyra doesn’t even have a helmet! What were you guys thinking?!” You hugged your baby closer to your chest.

“Well, Padfoot said it’s unnecessary since they’re technically flying.” You scoffed in disbelief as you comforted Lyra who started to fuss. “Remind me to make Sirius fall next time I set his eyes on him on that darn vehicle of his.”

Remus could only let out a nervous chuckle. "Erm, I will."

“Why was Padfoot even here the first place?” You raised an eyebrow, going back inside the house to place Lyra in her playpen as Remus followed you like a servant who’s trying to regain your favor. “He also took Harry out for a ride. After that, he went here and told me Lyra should also experience it.”

You turned around and faced him, a hand on your hips. “I’m guessing Lily isn’t aware- because there is no way in her right mind that she would let her two-year-old son ride a flying motorcycle.”

His silence was the only thing you needed to hear from him.

“Where even were you when he took Lyra out for a ride?”

He blinks stupidly, “Outside, watching them.”

“You better choose your next words carefully Lupin.”

“I was supposed to ride with them, darling! But Sirius already took off when I was about to get onto the motorcycle!” He explains, hoping it’ll be enough to save him as he recalled the events from earlier.

“Pah foo!” Lyra grinned as she clapped her hands excitedly, her sandy brown hair that was tied in pigtails was swaying with every move she made. Sirius returned her excitement, bypassing Remus who answered the door and made a beeline to the squealing baby.

“There’s my baby Moony!” He lifts Lyra up from her playpen and peppers her face with kisses while Remus smiled, rolling his eyes playfully. “I’m starting to think you’re just visiting so you can hang out with my daughter, Padfoot.”

Sirius turned to look at him, smiling playfully as Lyra tugged on his curls. “I’m afraid so, Moony.” He then turned his attention to the child. “Now, who wants to go on an adventure with uncle Padfoot?”

Sirius’s eyes twinkled with mischief as he held Lyra aloft, her giggles filling the room. “We’ll soar over the treetops, chase the clouds, and maybe even race a few owls, eh?” He bounced her gently, eliciting more delighted squeals.

Remus watched them, a fond smile on his face, thinking that his best mate wouldn’t seriously do it. “Just make sure you keep her within sight, Padfoot. No loops or dives,” he added with a mock sternness that fooled neither Sirius nor Lyra.

Sirius mock saluted. “Aye, aye, Captain Moony!” He turned to Lyra, whispering conspiratorially, “Your dad’s just worried we’ll have too much fun without him.”

Remus didn’t even know how it happened, he just suddenly became aware of the situation when Sirius and Lyra were off, the flying motorcycle roaring to life as they took to the skies, leaving a trail of laughter, the faint smell of engine oil in their wake, and a faint ‘I fly, dada!’ from Lyra.

You sighed, effectively pulling him out of his thoughts. “At least Lyra’s safe, I know Sirius wouldn’t endanger his god daughter.”

You watched as Remus’s eyes softened; the worry lines smoothed out from his forehead. “Yes, Lyra is safe, and Sirius might be reckless, but he’s also fiercely protective,” he agreed, his voice carrying a note of gratitude. You hummed in agreement.

Remus tested the waters, “So… I won’t be sleeping in the couch, right?”

You couldn’t help but let out a soft chuckle, the tension from earlier dissipating like morning fog in the sunlight. “No, Remmy, you won’t be sleeping on the couch,” you said, your voice laced with a hint of amusement. “But let’s agree that any future flights require both parents’ approval, alright?”

Remus let out a sigh of relief, his shoulders visibly relaxing. “Agreed, and I promise, no more surprises,” he said earnestly, reaching out to take your hand.

Just then, Lyra’s babbling caught your attention, and you both turned to see her playing with a small, plush fox, looking eerily similar to your animagus form that Sirius must have sneaked into her playpen.

“Maybe we can’t protect her from everything, but we can make sure she knows she’s loved and safe,” you mused aloud, watching Lyra.

Remus nodded, his eyes reflecting the same sentiment. “That’s all we can do,” he agreed. “And maybe teach her a few tricks so she can outfly Sirius one day,” he added with a wink.

You glared at him playfully, then laughed, imagining a future where Lyra, with her inherited Marauder’s cunning, would indeed give Sirius a run for his money. “Now that’s a plan I can get behind,” you said with a smile.

As the night drew on, the house filled with the soft sounds of a family at peace. The day’s adventures were recounted with laughter and gentle teasing, and plans for a grounded tomorrow were made. And in that moment, all was well in the world of magic and mischief.

[la-rougo]

*SFW*—

Hades x Chaotic deity ! GN reader

I could make a chaotic reader series lmaoooo

Warnings: swearing

Even though the king is often busy and doesn’t really visit the upperworld unless necessary, but he sure does know a lot of dieties out there, including you

He only heard about your title like “f/n the disaster bringer” or “f/n the god/goddess of stupidity” he lowkey wanted to know who this deity is

You often run around in valhalla messing with gods and goddesses, pranking all of them and get kicked out sometimes, even Loki is afraid of going near you but ended up being your sidekick

Now that piqued the helheim ruler’s interest, how did someone even managed to do something even worse than loki?

He decided to come out to the upperworld more often to observe you from afar. He wanted to know more about you and maybe hang out around sometimes since he haven’t seek any fun in his life for a long while after all, though he have tons of work to finish

There he sees you pulling out your shenanigans stupidly, how cute. Your chaotic behavior may seem dumb and annoying to other deities but to him? He found it adorable and fascinating on how you come up with new ways of pranking deities none stop

H/c deity was found pushing Loki lightly made him dropped whatever he’s holding “jeez f/n! You’ll never ever get tired of bullying me do you, oh well. That’s what I found cute about you~” Loki said teasingly as he bent down to reach for the object only to feel a hard smack on his ass, his body jumped up highly like those goofy cartoons, yelped loudly from the impact on his butt. He turn look back at you with an angry wojak expression, his fist clenching being one centimeter close to blow your head off with a single punch

You whistles casually and ran away “this is the sixth time of this week that you abused my cheeks you stupid as—!!! *slurs*” you saw him chasing after you, running for your dear life, you tried to find a way to escape him cause you know damn well if he finally get you then he’s gonna slap your bakery back with immense amounts of strength that could send you to the oblivion

You found a tall intimidating god, you didn’t look up to see who he is or you have any clue of it, you hid behind him, sticking your tongue out at Loki. The mischievous god sighs and asked the tall god “sir, I apologize for that gremlin and for the commotion. May I have them back?” Loki smiles sarcastically. The tall god chuckles… wait, you recognize his voice “I’m afraid you’ll have you get your revenge later” oh shit. Is that… is that Hades? You thought as you lean to his side to look up and see his face while Loki floats away in defeat

You stare at him, who’s watching Loki leave, he is Hades the king of the helheim… he’s even handsome up close, suddenly his gaze switches to your eyes as he look at you with a gentle smile

“Where’s my thank you hm?” Your soul flew back to your body and you bowed deeply, head digging down the floor “uhh thank you very much mister!” You said, not looking at him. Hades was about to say something but was cut off by you fleeing away from him as fast as you can, leaving him confused and amused

You actually have been crushing on Hades for a while now, obviously you rant about him to Loki

Every time you see him greeting gods and goddesses so formally, unlike you. Makes your toxic traits says you can do that too

Well you actually tried that but failed, miserably

You often sneaked into the underworld to see your fellow friends like hypnos and definitely not Hades

He’s like your biggest crush or smth, when you saw him training or slaying any titans so majestically or his gaze lays on you, literally those night at your house would be you giggling and kicking your feet thinking about him

You often see him in events, celebrations and parties that mostly zeus being the host(of course) and you see how nice, well mannered and perfect he is

He’s like completely opposite to you which made you believe that he couldn’t be with you, he deserves an independent, formal and smart person, a person who’s as perfect as him not a goofy comedian… at least that’s what you thought

After your first direct encounter, you’re so close to explode every time the moment he made an eye contact with you again

Hades decided, soon he’ll get to know more about you and maybe got together… wait what?

You were hanging out in Valhalla again, but this time. You’re alone, sleeping while your back leaning against a tree in the garden while shifting uncomfortably

A presence seems to be approaching your slumbering form quietly, not daring to wake you up from your beauty sleep. The presence looms over your unconscious body, whoever it is, stepped beside you and laying down next to you without making any sound.

Your uncomfortable shifting was not unnoticed by the person next to you, hands slowly caress your back and sides silently, your upper body was caressed gently, being guided by the hands, which make your body turns aside. Suddenly your head lays on a soft surface, a fabric texture. One of the person’s hand now rest on your head and stroking your hair so tenderly. With the change of position and feeling something on your head, it causes your eye lids to open up slowly, expected to meet a sunlight but instead, observing the sight in front of you made you realized your current position.

You were sleeping on Hades’ lap?! While he’s stroking your hair?!?!?!

“Wha-“

“Hush, dear. Go back to your rest”

Your slightly widened eyes stare at his gentle ones, as gentle as his smile that’s being portrayed on his face

You were about to ask more questions but quickly got shut up by Hades’ lip placing against your forehead. Saying you’re shock would be an understatement. Hades’ lift his head up slightly, moving to place another kiss on your already pink dusted cheek

After calling for your soul to come back to your body, yet you still can’t move, not that you want but you’re actually that surprised. But you collect all your courages left and leans up to his face, leaning in slowly and place a peck on his cheek, the same way that he does to you, which made him surprised, but it was quickly replaced by his silly smile

He peck you back on the forehead while his hand run up to your head and pat it dearly, you feel like you can die right there, like fr

Hades lean against the tree and lift you up by your lower parts, placing you up on his lap and he guides your head to rest on his shoulder

He didn’t expect your second encounter would be this… lovely and sweet, he loves it a lot. He felt like everything that mattered his mind vanished while there’s only you in his head, he had never seen your peaceful side before and he love it, honestly he admire everything about you to the point he didn’t realized his feelings developed more and more

The two rest together under the tree in a garden peacefully, no one dares to mind them or even see them in the first place. At least one person saw and ran away to go weeping in the corner

You and Hades eventually become closer and closer together, even if the two’s personalities are as different as day and night, rumors starts to spread about Hades being your boyfriend or smth

I kid you not, when Poseidon heard about this he’s beyond disappointment. Out of all god and goddesses, you??? While zeus actually being supportive and adamas is just, shocked

Hades didn’t mind the rumors, he actually likes it since its just fun to tease you something like “we look like couples don’t you think?”

You almost leave him a scar

He’s actually starting to get serious about his feelings, does he think of you as a friend? Of course! That’s what he at least tried, cause seeing you with Loki makes him rethink his plan about confession

One day he was about to meet you in Valhalla like usual, smiling a bit. Once he’s close to your meet up place. A frown soon took over his face when he sees you and Loki together

He was about to turn away but a few words reached his ears

“What if he didn’t like me back?”

“He’s obvious as fuck!”

“Wait really?”

Hades turn back to see your nervous form looking around, probably looking for him? Hell yea!

He sneakily approach you from behind and surprise you with a little greeting

You flinched and turn around to see Hades’ face, his handsome face… you look back to Loki and giving him the “what do I do bro” face. Loki didn’t reply and slowly leaving, giving you a last thumbs up and vanished

You were about to go chase Loki but soon realized what you have to do. You nervously turn back to Hades, smiling like always, gah dayum he’s hot.

You cleared your throat and trying to recall all the practices you did with Loki, only to stand in front of him awkwardly. Hades’ calm expression turn into confusion and lean himself in to see what’s mattering you

“Are you alright?”

You startled by Hades again and trying to form a sentence

“Okay so, I’ve been crushing on this guy lately…”

Hades’ frown slightly and straightened his back. He only stood silently, he doesn’t even have to ask who it is cause it’s probably Loki, if it’s another person then, why would you tell him and not Loki?

“He’s a very cool god, I used to watch him from afar and admire him, I never thought of approaching him or talk to him because he’s Zeus’ brother. I’m scared he wouldn’t want to date an unserious deity because he’s more than a divine being”

Hades expression changed into a shocked one as he awkwardly spoke up

“Poseidon?”

You look up at him with a “bro what?” Face and facepalm. Do you really have to confess more? You thought he’s more clever than this!

“No… it’s not Poseidon!”

“Adamas?”

“…no.”

That’s obvious enough judging from Hades’ even more shocked expression. You pray he doesn’t reject you or if he does then at least doesn’t damage your relationship, you heard a soft chuckle left Hades’ lips and a reply

“I apologize for my obliviousness… but thank you for your reassurance”

Wait what? Reassurance? Fr? Like— fr?!!

You felt your cheek heat up, so does his. Hades lean in to place a peck on your cheek and pat you

“I like you too”

Flabbergasted was just an understatement, you couldn’t process anything but the only thing you’re sure you’re feeling is happiness and love

You look at him, now slightly flustered expression, which suits him a lot. You lean up and return the peck

Holy shit, having hades’ as a partner is literally every girls dream

Since he have quite lots of work, he’s quite clingy. When he have a free time he would cuddle you and spending times with you ended up with him going back to his work late

He loves you with all of his heart and he never dares to not return the affections because you have to feel how good you make him feel!

He’s also not ashamed of giving you affection or you giving him too much in public, like when he’s having a meeting with the Olympus gang. You who weren’t even invited is sitting on his lap and calling him like “hades my pookie bear” he loves it a lot and love his relatives’ reactions (Poseidon being the most disgusted)

He cares a lot like A LOT about you, example like when you cough a little he would immediately become worried and ask if you’re ok, he’ll go get you warm water and meds

Of course you tell him to calm down, although you love that about him

He doesn’t often get jealous because he trust you and loves you! Though sometimes he’s a bit unhappy when you’re too close with some other god/goddesses. But he wouldn’t cause a scene and just look away until you’re back to him

He🗣️definitely🗣️cook🗣️so🗣️good🗣️even though most of the time you would cook for him, but when it’s his day off he would make the most delicious meal known to Olympus for you, his love of his life

He could go on days ranting about how you’re a light that lit up his dark life into a fun spontaneous one, he loves you so much even words can’t even describe how much he cherish you

[silvrash-797]

@ajscico The long-awaited conclusion to the Time/Fierce Deity arc! This one has a song to go with it, too - Healing Termina by Theophany

Night's dark grasp (pt 3)

Day 26: "help them"

Part 1 | Part 2

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Twilight had taken second watch for the night, opting to patrol as Wolfie until it was time to switch with Hyrule. So far it had been a quiet night, no nightmares or restless sleep for anyone. He was on his second long loop around camp when something shifted in the woods. A sense of rage erupted from the far side of camp, blinding in its intensity, driving Twilight to his belly in fear, whimpering. The feeling soon retreated, and Twilight stood on shaky legs, carefully sniffing the air.

That can’t be good. Twilight loped back to camp to check on everyone. Wind was curled up in Warriors' scarf, Sky and Four nearby. Wild was on his side near Twilight’s bedroll, sleeping peacefully for once. Hyrule was clinging to Legend's arm, both of their faces screwed up like they were having a nightmare. And Time was…

Where was Time?

Dread filled his belly as he sniffed around Time's abandoned bedroll. No sign of a struggle, but that sharp scent of rage burned in his nostrils, heading off in a direct path out into the woods, leading towards the abandoned temple they had been tasked to clear out.

He immediately shifted back to Hylian, tucking his shadow crystal under his tunic as he began the frankly terrifying task of waking up a bunch of traumatized heroes in the middle of the night. He started with Sky and Wind, as they were usually the least stab-happy of the bunch. With a quick, “Time's missing, get everyone up,” they helped wake the others, and soon the Chain – sans Time – was gathered around, ready to hear what Twilight had to say.

Once everyone was settled, Warriors was quick to take charge. “What’s going on Rancher? Wind says Time's missing?”

“I was out on patrol as Wolfie when I felt an intense energy shift coming from camp. I couldn’t move for a minute, but when I could I came right back here.”

“I think I felt that, too,” Hyrule interrupted. “I thought it was just a nightmare, but it felt like a rampaging hinox was crushing me.”

Legend scoffed his agreement, wincing at the memory. “Same here.”

Twilight nodded. As two of the most magically sensitive members of the Chain, it made sense that they would have picked up on the feeling.

“When I got back, he was gone and a scent trail led from his bedroll towards the temple. The scent was Time's, but…it was…off. Raw. Furious.”

The Chain looked at each other in shock. Time never got angry.

Wind broke the silence. “So…we’re going after him, right?”

Warriors gave him a small smile and pulled him into a hug. “Of course, kiddo. There wasn’t any question.” He turned to the rest of the heroes. “Pack up, everyone. We leave in 10 minutes.”

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Twilight, as Wolfie, led the chain through the forest, tension mounting within each hero at the path of destruction woven through the foliage. Twilight grew even more concerned when the trail they were following began to intermingle with the ever-growing scent of monsters. Worse, they smelled infected. I hope Time's okay.

When the Chain arrived at the temple’s entrance, they gawked at the destruction before them. Black blood was everywhere, and there were gouges in the temple walls, as if some great sword had been sent to desecrate the place.

Twilight shifted back to Hylian, and the heroes all gathered around Warriors who looked concerned and…resigned?

Wars took a deep breath and let it out entirely before shifting to Captain mode. “I have an idea of what happened to Time, and I don’t like it. Twilight, take Wind, Sky and Legend, follow Time's trail. The rest of us will check out the rest of the temple, clear any monsters we find.”

“Not gonna give us a hint, Cap?” Legend asked.

Wars sighed again. “Just…be careful, please. I’m hoping the only reason I’m sending Sky with you is for the Master Sword, not his reputation as a Godslayer.”

…That’s not terrifyingly cryptic, Twilight thought as he shifted back to Wolfie. Immediately the mingling scents of Furious-Time and terrified monsters assailed his senses and he sneezed, wincing at the tang in the air.

Sky looked down at him in concern. “You gonna be okay, Twi?”

Twilight huffed out a breath and nodded, leading the way further into the temple.

The four of them met no resistance, monstrous or otherwise, as they made their way through, although Twilight could sense the trepidation growing in each of the other heroes. Before long they were standing in front of a large, ornately carved door.

Legend eyed it for a moment, then smirked. “Well, that just screams boss room, doesn’t it?”

The comment drained some of the tension among the group. Wind and Sky chuckled, and Twilight managed a wolfish laugh before shifting back.

Twilight rubbed at his nose, trying to clear it. “He’s definitely through there, him and a lot of monsters.”

That caused a pause in the group. Sky finally broke the silence. “What do we think happened? Should we make a plan?”

“What do we know?” Wind asked.

Legend began listing points off on his fingers. “Time disappeared in the middle of the night. He’s angry. There hasn’t been a single monster in this goddess-forsaken temple, except apparently here in the boss room. Did I miss anything?”

“Wars chose us specifically to find Time,” Twilight reminded him.

“Oh, right. The protégé, the Godslayer, the Veteran, and the kid.”

“I’m not a kid, Lege!” Wind protested. “For your information, I know why Wars was worried about needing a Godslayer.”

Legend blinked at him, nonplussed. “You do?”

“Yes, I do. In the War of Eras, Kid Time had a really powerful mask he would use to help turn the tides of a battle if things were going wrong – the Fierce Deity’s mask.

“I thought he’d gotten rid of it, since I haven’t seen it even when we’ve had really tough battles, but…” Wind paused, swallowed, “something might have gone wrong.”

“I’ve heard of the Fierce Deity,” Legend said, “even got to play around with his sword for a bit on one of my adventures…wonderful.”

He pinched the bridge of his nose and blew out a hard breath. “So, if I’m understanding right, there’s a high chance Time's been, what, possessed by this Deity?”

“Unfortunately that is what it sounds like,” Sky grimaced. “So, a plan?”

Twilight shook his head. “There’s still a lot we don’t know. Be ready for a fight; we’ll have to play it by ear once we see what we’re dealing with. Whatever’s happening, we need to help him…help them.”

Everyone nodded in agreement and readied their weapons, then Twilight pushed the door open.

Once the four heroes were through, the door slammed shut behind them. Each flinched and glanced back in turn, but no bars fell across the door. A swift glance around the room alleviated some concerns and brought others to the fore.

The only sign monsters had ever been in the room was the thick scent of blood in the air and the dark, bloody puddles across the tile floor. Across the room, a tall figure in heavy plate armor stood with his back to the heroes.

Twilight cleared his throat and took a few steps towards the figure. “Old Man?” he called. “Time, is that you?”

The voice that responded was similar to Time's, but it was deeper, louder, with intense emotion simmering below the surface. “The Hero of Time sleeps, young Hero of Twilight. I am all that remains.”

The Deity turned its face to the heroes, and Twilight took a step back as blank, emotionless eyes stared right through him, glowing with unearthly light under a shock of white hair. “Why have you come? The infected threat has been nullified. You are no longer needed. Return to your rest.”

“Yeah, that’s the thing,” Legend drawled, voice projecting strength and confidence. “We woke up to find our leader gone, we’re just here to bring him back to camp with us.”

Wind stepped forward. “C'mon Fierce, let him go, please?”

The blank gaze turned to Wind who, to his credit, did not take a step back at the intensity contained within. “Hero of Winds. It has been a while since we met…But your pleas are useless. I have escaped the confines of the mask. I alone control this body. The Hero of Time sleeps, and I will ensure that he cannot take it from me.”

The Fierce Deity drew its double helix blade, but made no move to attack. “Your request is denied. Leave now, and I will not harm you.”

Twilight looked between the other heroes and saw the same determination in their eyes that burned in his heart. The Wolf surged inside him, and he bared his teeth at the Deity. “We’re not leaving without Time.”

“Then you will not leave at all.”

With speed and grace belied by its height and bulk, the Deity moved to strike. Sky intercepted the swipe aimed at Twilight's head, bracing himself against the strength of the blow.

“Twi!” he gasped as he pushed the Deity back. “Fi didn’t burn me – she doesn’t recognize him as a hero!” Sky parried another strike. “I’ll keep him occupied – go help them figure out a way to get Time back!”

Twilight nodded and made a beeline to the younger heroes. They were already deep in discussion, although they both kept one eye on the fight unfolding before them.

“Rancher, I have a crazy idea and it’s your fault.”

“Lege, I – what? What do you mean my fault?”

Legend, filled with nervous energy, shifted from foot to foot as he explained. “Before we opened the door you said we’d have to play it by ear. The Deity told us twice that Time was sleeping.” He paused, thinking.

“…And…?” Twilight prompted.

“…And I happen to know a song that can wake dreamers, and an ocarina to play it on. The problem is separating them once Time's awake…”

“This is basically a curse, right?” Twilight asked. “The Master Sword should be able to handle separating them – that must’ve been what Wars meant by sending the Master Sword with us.”

Wind was filled with the same nervous energy as Legend, fidgeting with his necklace as he watched Sky and the Deity circle each other. “But Fierce said he escaped the confines of the mask, so there’s nothing physical to anchor his spirit to.”

Legend thought for a bit longer, then pulled out his ice rod. He shot a thick stream at the Fierce Deity, temporarily freezing him in place. “Sky!” he shouted, “Get over here!”

Sky came, bouncing on the balls of his feet as he watched the Deity slowly free itself. “What's the plan, guys?”

“The Vet knows a song he thinks can wake Time. We need the Master Sword and something to anchor the Deity’s spirit to.” Twilight explained. A thought came to him. “You don’t happen to have a carving on you that you’re okay parting with, do you?”

Sky stilled for a long moment, staring. Eventually, he pulled what looked like a half-finished cutting board from his pack. “I was working on this for Wild, but cutting boards are pretty easy to carve in the scheme of things.”

Twilight took it in hand as Legend shot another stream of ice at the Deity. It was bigger than Time's masks usually were, but it would suffice. He handed it to Wind. “You’re in charge of this. Keep it safe, okay?” He turned back to Legend. “Give me your ice rod – I’ll try to keep him in place while you work. This is going to take all of us.”

Twilight took Sky's arm. “The moment we get confirmation that Time's awake, we need the Master Sword to seal the Deity's spirit in the wood. Do you think she can handle it?”

Sky grasped the sword’s hilt with both hands and closed his eyes. It flared brightly for a moment before a gentle chime rang from the metal. Sky opened his eyes and nodded. “She’s ready.”

“Then let’s get Time back.” Legend wasted no time in pulling his ocarina from his pack. He raised the instrument to his lips, beginning to play a lilting, haunting melody.

The moment the notes sounded, the Deity roared, fighting harder to free itself. Twilight sent another stream of ice its way, silently apologizing to Time for the cold. Sky hovered close by, ready to fight if the Deity escaped.

As the last notes of Legend's song echoed through the room, the Deity stilled, frozen in mind as well as body.

Twilight watched its face anxiously. “Come on, Old Man. Come back to us,” he whispered.

A shudder rocked the Deity's frame. Color flickered in its left eye, resolving into a familiar deep blue iris. Its mouth opened.

The voice that emerged was weak but immensely familiar. Time’s voice. “Pup,” he whispered, “help…”

Powerful relief washed over Twilight, and he grinned as he shouted, “Now, Sky!”

Sky held the flat of the blade to the right side of the Deity's face, keeping it steady as it worked to pull the Deity from Time's mind and body. Time's eye, tired, terrified, pained, stayed fixed on Twilight through the process.

Slowly, the armor vanished piece by piece, the light blue tunic fading to Time's cream undershirt. Golden blond hair replaced the white. The markings on the left side of Time's face disappeared as the otherworldly glow faded from the right eye before it shut of its own accord.

In just a few eternal minutes, the Deity was gone, and Time stood, trembling, before them.

Legend shot a gentle blast of heat from his fire rod to melt the ice, and Time collapsed. Twilight caught him before he could hit the floor, pulling off his pelt to wrap around the freezing hero. Time shivered, panting, in his hold.

They watched Sky as he took the Master Sword to Wind and placed its tip to the cutting board in the Sailor's hands. Waves of blue, white and gold rolled off the blade as the Fierce Deity was channeled into the heart of the wood, until a bright flash of light caused each hero to close their eyes.

When they opened them, the colorful waves had stopped, the sword was still, and a tiny Triforce had been branded into the wood, surrounded by the chevron and stripes of the Deity's marks.

Time heaved a deep sigh then looked at the four heroes surrounding him. Gratitude shone from his eye. “Thank you,” he whispered. “Thank you for freeing me.”

Twilight returned the look with a watery smile, pulling the older hero into a tight embrace. “You’re welcome,” he whispered back.

[correctrvbquotes]

Fade in to Caboose standing on top of a tall rock, being harassed on by some aliens below. Tucker is standing off to the side

Caboose: Go away, bad aliens! Shoo aliens shoo! Rolled up newspaper!

Tucker: Maybe you should have thought about that before you lost their all-powerful Deity.

Caboose: I didn't lose him, he left. Or maybe he lost himself. Or maybe the Reds took him.

Caboose: I don't-

One of the aliens shoots Caboose

Caboose: Ow! Stop that!

Tucker: Well, until the Reds come back, they need somebody to blame. Better you than me man.

Caboose: Tucker, help me.

Tucker: Hyeah, dude, I dunno. I don't really wanna get in between an angry mob and their religious iconography. And I should know, I used to date an Italian girl.

Caboose: But he's not really a god, it's all made up. You know that.

The aliens turn toward Tucker

Tucker: Whoa dude, I don't know shit. That sounds like straight up blasphemy. You guys gonna put up with this shit?

Alien: Blarg.

Tucker: H-I know dude, that's what I'm saying. Took the blarg right out of my mouth.

Caboose: Tucker... They're going to eat me...!

Tucker: Caboose shut the fuck up, they're not gonna eat you. They're just gonna persecute you and kill you, stop being such a baby.

[lexydakitten]

i've made up my mind i'm gonna ramble for a bit. leaving the cage to go off :3

i'll provide a bit of context first; three characters are relevant to this. dont worry about their names being weird all my ocs have keysmashy names they;ve been the same for years. these characters are lotol, squiqol, and lakuta. lotol's the character in my pinned, although that version in particular is the in-rift version; she has a completely animal version of herself in her home world she just looks like that cuz of the ghost. squiqol is her brother who doesn't accompany her. and lakuta's the guy that causes problems in the rift, he's the light deity and he sucks and he's my fav deity. tricky lil guy trying to upend all his peers because he's angry at a problem that is entirely the fault of his own jealousy (the other deities are weather [who's also lakuta's sibling theres more context on that as well], and life, and the death/afterlife guy stepped down. and then they're made by someone all-powerful but plays on an equal field, though its kind of hard to be equal and he knows that)

some background on squiqol and lotol is that lotol is effectively completely normal and unremarkable in ability and successes. squiqol has the ability to wield magic and is, between them, the successful one ; he's not actually that much special in his world, it's common in their species, but compared to lotol? she feels overshadowed and jealous but that's her sibling so the tension goes kind of unacknowledged. and squiqol is the one responsible for lotol ending up in the rift, though it's entirely accidental and he had no intent on causing it

so in lotol's eyes, it's the universe showing her how disposable she is compared to him, etc, and she's more angry than forgiving, building up emotion as she proceeds to try and figure out how to get home. unfortunately the only way to get home puts her in the way of the absolute disaster that is the deities relations, theres more context on to why that is but it'd make me write here forever. the idea that she shouldn't blame him or be mad does not cross her mind. in my eyes lotol's not even actually a very sound character at all, i think she has the potential to be but i haven't considered much her own backstory because when i initially made her she was literally an afterthought and then i scrapped her and brought her back a million different times over the past 4 years. my point is that she's not the most rational; she has the capacity to be, but it's not her go-to especially when she's in such a stressful situation

but then there's absolutely, somewhere, a turning point. i'm murky on this because the whole storyline lotol has isn't very fleshed out - most of the storyline in the rift isn't fleshed out in general, it's largely just a timeline of what each character was doing/did, i'm workinf on it it takes a lot of thinking

and i think that turning point is an encounter with lakuta. i am very confident he'd have caught onto her presence early on and tricked her to try and make her a sort of pawn for him to get at his peers, that relates more to the ghost thing than this though. but at some point, because he doesn't really care, she'd become aware that not only was he not a friend, he would fully have intended to drop her the moment she stopped being useful, make her feel more discarded. and at some point there'd be confrontation and an actual fight, and while i can't say i'm decided on the outcome of that fight, win or lose that's her turning point. it's, in a way, her facing her own anger and beating it down, and afterwards she'd understand that it was not squiqol's fault, and that it was nobody's fault. and i think at that point she'd be determined to forgive him, even though he's not aware of her status at all or how she was feeling or anything. anything. im not certain the takeaway lakuta would get from it, i just had the thought that it could reveal his own insecurity in what he'd been doing, that his own egotistical facade would crack a bit. i don't think he'd realize just to the extent of horribleness he'd become, but i think they'd both learn something from it. i like the idea that they could be a reflection of each other's jealousy and anger, even though they're both wholly different and have little to do with each other, but my way of getting these ideas across is all mushy rn bwuhhhh soi many ideas in my head. i will never let the rift go its been 4 years i think i have to stick with it honestly. do yall like my insanity /silly

mmmmMM i should let myself out of the cage and ramble abt riftlore for a min.. i had such a good thought abt two of the characters last night. i probably should be using the doc i made a few years back to write down / archive those things rather than just pulling it out of my memory whenever but idrc im sleepy. so maybe i will ramble here in a bit or maybe i wont. if i cant get enough of my friends to listen to me abt it or i make up my mind or i feel even the slightest bit prompted enough to i will i think

[ynscrazylife]

Loki request (spoilers)

Reader is a variant who got captured by the tva, they're sent to trial and Loki saves them from getting killed bc he still owed them a favour. Morbius gets confused bc those two dangerous variants know each other, turns out they were best friends in their original time line. Now Morbius has to babysit two sarcastic assholes. Double trouble ensures.

Double Trouble | l.l fluff fic

Summary: The request. 

Authors Note: I fully acknowledge and support Loki being genderfluid. In this fic, I will be using he/him pronouns for Loki since those were the pronouns they’ve used for Loki in the show so far, indicating that at the time this fic is set, Loki’s genderfluid identity is of a man. Should those pronouns/identity change, so will the pronouns for my fics. I do not intend to be harmful in any way so if this is harmful to the genderfluid community, PLEASE let me know!

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Yeah, Loki was definitely not taking any of this seriously. At this point, he theorized that the Avengers were laughing their asses off on this elaborate prank they were playing on him, and he decided to just wait it out. It had to stop at some point, right? There was no way that this “TVA” bullshit was actually, in any way, real.

At least . . . He believed that until he saw a familiar face.

Mobius had just saved him from being reset to the original timeline and they were walking out of the courtroom just as the doors opened and two TVA agents were walking another “criminal” in. Loki still wasn't buying this elaborate scheme so he didn’t really pay this new person much attention, until he heard the judge speak. 

“Miss Y/N Y/L/N - am I correct?” 

Loki froze, eyes traveling to the “criminal” passing him. He first thought that Thor had set this part of the prank up, but he knew his brother didn’t really understand how mischief really worked. Plus, Loki could tell Y/N wasn’t an illusion. 

. . . So that meant she was actually here. 

“Hey, wait, can I see this trial?” Loki whispered to Mobius, who glanced back at the judge and raised his eyebrows skeptically at the brunette deity. Loki added, “I just want to see a little more of how this place works, okay?” 

Mobius was sure Loki was onto something and after a couple moments of thought, he agreed. At least this would give him a chance to get to know this troublemaker better, and they both shuffled into seats. 

“You are correct, madame,” Y/N answered mockingly, a big grin on her face as she walked up to the podium. She then looked around in an exaggerated manner. “Well, do I get a lawyer or what?” 

Loki smirked and the judge scoffed. “How do you plead?” The judge asked, dismissing her questions. 

“What ‘crimes’ have I supposedly committed?” 

“You have been accused of creating an alternate timeline that does not fit into the main continuum. You snuck into Odin’s vault using your Asgardian abilities  and when you used the fake Infinity Gauntlet and, in your attempt to enchant the Gauntlet to work like the actual one, you accidentally travelled forward in time and created a new timeline,” the judge summarized. 

Loki smiled, amused and proud. He only wondered what led her to this. 

“In my defense, I heard that my friend was in trouble and wanted to help out,” Y/N said with a shrug. 

“Well, the enchantments were not supposed fully work. They were meant to just backfire on you and knock you unconscious, where you’d be imprisoned in the dungeon. But then you tried to use another powerful object in Odin’s vault which created a Nexus event, messed with your enchantment on the fake Power and Time stone, and here you are,” the judge explained.

“If I wasn’t meant to do this - why didn’t these ‘Time Keepers’ control my actions and make me do something else?” Y/N asked, changing the subject.

“I am not going to entertain you any further. In your previous statement, quote: ‘In my defense, I heard that my friend was in trouble and wanted to help out’ You have admitted your guilt and will now be reset,” the judge declared sternly.

Immediately, two TVA agents grabbed Y/N harshly and began to drag her away from the podium. Loki, who at this point had connected the dots that he was the friend she had been trying to help, knew he owed her one. He couldn’t just let her be reset and then be imprisoned. So, thinking rather quickly, he leapt up from his seat and shouted, “No!”

All heads turned to him. Y/N’s eyes went wide, not having spotted him, and Mobius was beginning to regret his decision. Loki turned to Mobius. “You need me to help you with this ‘sacred timeline’ stuff. I’ll only do it if Y/N stays,” he said, panting.

Mobius caught an angry look from the judge but his gaze settled on Y/N. After a couple moments, he sighed and relented. “Fine.”

Y/N and Loki cheered and she broke out of the agents’ grips, running to Loki who picked her up and hugged her. “That’s my girl,” Loki said, proud of her for her prank.

Mobius internally groaned. This was going to be a long day.

———————————

“So how do you know each other?” Mobius asked as he walked in-between the Asgardians, leading them to his office.

“Y/N’s been my best friend, partner in time, ever since I was little,” Loki said, grinning.

“Got it,” Mobius said, frowning. He could only imagine the mischief they had conjured.

———————————

After reviewing both of their files, Mobius had to step out for a second, leaving Loki and Y/N alone. “Let’s try to break out,” was the first thing to leave Loki’s lips.

Y/N rolled her eyes. “And suppose we do, how the hell are you gonna get the Tesseract back? Plus, I won’t wanna be imprisoned on Asgard,” she reasoned, quickly shutting the idea down.

Loki huffed. He was bored. He wanted to do something.

And he had something to do when Y/N stood up and started walking around. With a smirk, he grabbed the remote controlling Y/N’s collar and clicked it, immediately sending her back to her seat.

She turned and glared at him, and he just smirked, innocently shrugging. “I wanna have fun,” he said.

Y/N rolled her eyes and cautiously stood up again. When nothing happened, she walked around a bit more, and Loki let her . . . Until he got bored again. With another click, she reappeared on the other side of the room, in mid-walk.

Before she could protest, Loki did it again. And again. And again. He finally stopped when she got out the words, “CUT IT OUT!” and laughed to himself.

“You asshole,” Y/N grunted, beginning to walk towards him, but skidded back when Loki clicked the button just one more time.

“Oops. My finger slipped,” Loki smirked.

Y/N glared, but being reset made her lose her footing, and she tumbled to the floor, causing her best friend to cackle. Annoyed, she ran at him and managed to push him off his chair, tackling him to the floor. They rolled around, neither one gaining the upper hand for too long, until Mobius re-entered, saw the chaos, pulled Loki to his feet, and grabbed the remote, resetting Y/N so she was back in her chair.

“Hey!” Loki exclaimed, pushing Mobius off him. “No one controls my best friend!”

Y/N couldn’t tell if he was being serious or not, but smiled nonetheless. Mobius glared and grabbed Loki’s remote, resetting him so he was back in his chair. He then turned to them both.

“I’m beginning to agree with my colleagues that this-” he gestured to Loki and Y/N, “-was a bad idea.”

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[searenbound]

This took me so long to get done and I wish I could tell you why but I got nothing. So uh here and Please let me know how it was! I might do more stuff like this because I enjoyed writing it.

Warnings: swearing, mutual voyeurism, masturbation

It was funny really. How innocent everyone thought her to be. How sweet and demure she was believed to be. How naive he thought she was. It was hilarious just how oblivious he assumed she was to his old habit when in reality it was the reverse.

She was a number of things. Smart, kind, a total whore for his undivided attention, but never has she been innocent or naive. It was evident in her favorite pass time of frustrating the living hell out of her perpetually angry neighbor. Her neighbor who just couldn’t keep his eyes off her.

He always had hard time with that, ever since high school. It was something she didn’t realize she would miss so much when they graduated. She had grown so used to his intense gaze that it had felt wrong to not be watched by him.

So imagine her absolute elation when she discovered that not only was her new home close to his, but that his bedroom window looked into hers. More importantly, that she had a full unobstructed view of him sitting on his bed, his hungry eyes scanning over her as she stripped down. He must have missed her just as badly to just assume that she wasn’t able to see him. She figured he must’ve forgotten that her quirk granted her super vision. His room being pitch black didn’t mean much when she could see him crystal clearly regardless.

She was beyond thrilled with this. He still wanted her. Still lusted for her. She sighed dreamily, she was so happy. So happy in fact, that she wanted to give him a special treat. She bit her lip, pressing her thighs together at the thoughts that ran through her mind. She’s never gone this far for him before, really she just pranced around her room in various states of undress, but her body ached for this. Besides he really did deserve something really special for waiting this long for her.

She had to start slow though. Get him all riled up and wanting more of her. She faced her mirror to examine her own form, thrilled to feel the set of burning red eyes set fire to her body. She wondered how much hotter that gaze would be if she was face to face with him.

If he was sitting on her bed watching her innocently fussing with her hair, before turning this and that way to admire her own ample curves. If he’d watch patiently until she was ready to give him her attention or if he would wrap his arms around her thick waist and demand she stop teasing while her hands ran up her thighs, over her hips and stomach before resting over his arms.

How gentle would he be?

How rough?

Would he praise her?

Tease and toy with her?

Would he take her right there against the mirror or lay her down on the bed?

The possibilities were exciting her more than she had thought they would. She ran her fingers along her clothed sex, shuddering at her own sensitivity and biting her lip. She had wanted to tease him just a little bit longer, but she just couldn’t hold out anymore. She had to rush this game a little bit and take care of this quickly developing neediness now.

If only she could have heard the noise he made when she laid on her bed, sliding her panties over those plush thighs of hers. It was somewhere between a chocked moan and startled gasp. Something he thanked every possible deity in existence that she couldn’t hear.

He got over his shock quickly, to preoccupied with the sight of that cute little slut spreading herself open. He never thought he’d get a chance to see her like this. Hell, he didn’t even think he would ever get another chance to watch her walk around in those skimpy things she called underwear. A good eyeful of her greedy, pretty little cunt wasn’t something he ever thought he’d be blessed enough to get the privilege of seeing. Even if it was from a distance, even if she wasn’t aware of it, he wouldn’t take this opportunity she was presenting him for granted.

He groaned lowly, palming himself while she put on her little show for him. He wasn’t going to let this chance slip away from him. He was going to hold out as long as he could and take his time, really enjoy this. After all this time he deserved to indulge in this didn’t he?

He’s never even considered another woman other than her. He was completely faithful and loyal to her even if she didn’t know it yet. He’d tell her that someday, maybe someday soon, but for now he’ll just indulge in the way she played with herself. The thought of her possibly getting off to him exciting him further. If only he knew.

“K-Katsuki mm… fuck” she whined, spreading her legs wide, refusing to hide anything from his lustful gaze. He deserved this. He deserved all of her and maybe someday she’d work up the courage to give herself to him properly. For now though, knowing he was just the next building over watching her get herself off would have to do.

She gave a breathy moan, pumping her fingers in and out of herself. She loved this. Loved how it felt to have his eyes all over her again. She couldn’t help but wonder how his hands would feel though.

She shudder at the thought. Lifting her other hand to her chest, pinching and rolling her nipple in between her fingers and closing her eyes.“Katsu” she whined , wishing he was the one working her clit instead. Rubbing and massaging the bundle of nerves occasionally giving it a pinch before sliding his fingers into her sopping cunt.

She could practically here the way he would groan, praising her body and telling her how badly he needed her while he made her come undone with just his fingers.

“What a dirty little slut you are” she moaned, closing her eyes and imagining him with her, growling against her neck as he spoke. She could almost feel him over her, just barely able to imagine his calloused fingers rubbing against her inner walls as he continued to speak “Hiding such a cute little pussy from me for so long, making me wait for you like this”.

She let her thoughts snap back from her fantasy at the realization that he was in fact still waiting for her while she focused just a little too much on herself. This was meant to be a gift for him after all.

She should at least make sure he was enjoying himself shouldn’t she?

She chanced a look at him, hoping he wouldn’t realize she was aware of his actions. If he found out like this she would never live it down.

Her breath hitched at the sight of him tugging off his clothes. The fact that he had so much restraint to just sit there and watch her was somehow more attractive than if he had been getting himself off to her. Something about it made her feel so wanted. Like even without being aware of it he had put her needs first.

Maybe it was just her lust talking or maybe it was the fact that he had never been the patient type, but it drove her crazy regardless.

The sight of his cock once he finally got his damn pants off only confirmed what she already knew. She needed him so badly but for now “F-fuck… Katsu” for now this had to do.

Her breath came out in stutters pants, slowly pumping two of her fingers in and out of herself. She kept her eyes on him, focused how his hand worked himself and wishing she was the one getting him off herself.

She did her best to commit his actions to memory. Hoping to learn how to make him feel good watching him pump himself. Slow and firm strokes that slowly built in speed similar to her own fingers that delved into her.

A loud moan lift her when she realized that he had to be mimicking her tempo. Was he trying to keep with her? Was he imagining that he was the one fucking her? God what she’d give to know for certain. To know what he was thinking, what exactly his moving lips were saying.

"Damn Princess…" he groaned watching her bring her other hand up to play with her chest “You’re so fucking gorgeous”. He began picking up his pace, intently watching her eyes screwing shut and adding a third finger to fuck herself with.

What a sensitive little slut he fell for. So pretty with her desperate face and shaky legs. He wondered how much she could handle. If she could take it once he got his hands on her and just how damn beautiful she’d look coming undone up close.

He wanted know everything and just imagining that cute little pussy of hers clenching and twitching around him wasn’t enough anymore. He needed more.

He needed to actually feel her. Watch her whole body bounce with every buck of his hips. Hear her pretty little moans and listen to the way his name fell from her lips.

He could almost hear when he focused. “K-Katsuki, Katsu please. I’m gonna- ahah!“ his hips snapped up, thrusting himself into his hand frantically. He threw his head back, letting himself get caught up in his fantasies of her with his eyes shuts tight. Trying to imagine fucking her instead of his own hand.

He laid back, imagining how her tight, wet warmth would feel around his cock. Her adorable incoherent babbling where the only sense she made was his name and desperate love yous. Another moan left his lips, the muscles in his thighs tensing. He sighed and swore under his breath stroking himself hard.

He so close, he didn’t even care that he’d get off before she could finish for him. He just needed his release. “F-fuck, damn (Yn)” he groaned thrusting into his hand and moving his free hand to his balls, rolling and massaging them.

He spared her one last look before spiraling off the edge. The sight of body locked in her own orgasm pushing him into his own.

[the-wayward-arc]

Emperor: MAGNUS, I WISH TO SPEAK TO YOU ALONE.

Magnus: What, are we gonna have a father to Son talk? Shall I get the tissues?

Emperor: YES. WE ARE. NO BULLSHITTERY THIS TIME MY SON.

Magnus: *Surprised* What are you trying to get at here father?

Emperor: YOU HAVE A CHILD, DO YOU NOT?

Magnus: What!?! How did you know that?? Did you invade my mind with your damn deity powers?

Emperor: NO, I SAW HOW YOU REACTED TO YOUR BROTHERS CHILDREN AND THE FACT YOU RECOGNIZED THE PLANET, YOUR CHILD IS THERE AS WELL, AREN'T THEY?

Magnus: *silence as he looks down* Yes, she is.

Emperor: SHE IS THERE NOT BY ACCIDENT IS SHE?

Magnus: No she isn't. I sent her there long ago. To protect her...

EMPEROR: TELL ME WHY.

-long long ago-

Magnus: my daughter was the result of an experiment of mine, a ritual that at the time I thought was a failure, turned out to be the greatest success I've ever done.

Magnus looks down at a small infant, at first there was a scowl on his face to see that it was a child and not a fully grown vessel like he had hoped. He motioned for his servants to take the child away and as she they did, she looked up at him, a small smile spreading on her face as she laid eyes on her the crimson king. A strange feeling creeping onto him as the child began to cry as he started to fade from her view.

Magnus: I didn't want anything to do with child at first, I was just gonna let the people of my planet take care of her but when I went to see her one last time, she looked at me and smiled. She was happy to see me. When I gazed upon her, I wondered if this what you saw when you looked upon us.

Emperor: YOU HAD A MUCH GRAND PURPOSE FOR THE EVOLUTION OF HUMANITY BUT...I HAD WONDERED HOW THINGS WOULD HAVE BEEN IF I HAD RAISED YOU ALL TOGETHER, WITH ME.

Magnus: Much like what transpired in that laboratory when we were all whisked away from you, the same thing was gonna happen to this child. Except it wasn't some damn gods asshats but rather me, a voluntary choice of sending her away just because I perceived her creation as a failure. I didn't want that, I felt a bond with her that was like the bond I felt towars you father when we were reunited.

Emperor: YOU RAISED HER, AS SHE WAS YOUR DAUGHTER.

Magnus: Yes, she was my daughter. Born of my blood and actions. I named her Salem, after an old friend from Prospero.

Magnus held Salem within the palm of his hand, the child trying to grab onto his large red finger as she laughed.

Magnus: As she grew, I taught her all that I knew. Her powers were great, not surprising considering who her father was.

Emperor: DON'T HURT YOURSELF WITH ALL THAT BACK PATTING.

Magnus stood in front of a child Salem, wearing acolyte Robes in the same color as her father's legion, her platinum blond hair tied into pony tail as ran towards her father. Flames of Warp fire erupted from her hands as it raced towards Magnus, only to be deflected by his own powers. Salem retreated slightly before summoning a lesser demon that she commanded to attack her father. Magnus was impressed but the small demon was no match for the red giant as he squashed with ease, just as he was about to speak a ball of fire blasted into his face. He stumbled backwards falling to one knee with a loud thud. He looked to see Salem standing away from a fading visage of herself, a smile on her face. Magnus laughed a bit, Impressed by how far she was coming.

Magnus: You caught me my child! *laughs* You are getting better and better! *bends to one knee, patting Salem's head gently*

Salem: Thank you Father, I do have the best teacher after all!

Emperors: HER POWERS WERE GROWING EVERYDAY WEREN'T THEY?

Magnus: Yes, again given her family it came at no surprise...but I knew I wasn't the only one noticing.

A teen Salem stood in front of two Rubric marines, ordering them ease while also summoning more lesser daemons though she was staring to put slight stronger demons under her thrall. Magnus watched above as Salem was practicing with her powers, doing his best to ensure a ritual was holding to keep a certain god from detecting her growing powers.

Magnus: Her powers were getting closer to my own, her control over the Rubrics and the daemons my Legion had enslaved were proof enough that she would reach my level soon. I was afraid. Afraid of what Tzeentch would do if he discovered her, discovered that I was hiding her with a ritual. I was terrified of him taking her and her becoming like me...so I had to make a decision.

Emperor: YOU WERE GOING TO HIDE HER.

Magnus: Yes. I summoned Ahriman back to the planet of sorcerers, despite our history he hated Tzeentch and I knew he was still loyal to my Legion. We scoured a place untouched by both the Imperium and Chaos, which we discovered Remnant. It had a unique relationship to the warp that basically hid it from the chaos gods. Souls there rarely entered the warp, rather they became part of the planet unless they were immensely powerful. So, I sent her there...I gave her false memories of this placing being her home. I alerted the memories of an ancient ruler so that he would protect my daughter and think of her as his own.

Magnus looked upon the sleeping form of Salem, a tear running down his face as he opened a portal to Remnant and to the kingdom she would placed in, no words were said as he took her through the portal, laying her down onto the bed. He gave one her one last look before going back, the portal closing behind him as Ahriman stood close by. To protect his daughter from Tzeentch, sacrifices must be made.

Magnus: I watched her grow, becoming a strong and capable leader. Only to see that bastard lock her away, but to interfere would mean Tzeentch might notice as well as the others. I couldn't risk that chance, so I had to watch my child be locked away for powers that exceeded all those around her. Then I watched as Events unfolded I could never predict and wish I would have to save her the pain.

Magnus watched through a small tear, a small window as his daughter was saved from the tower. Finding freedom and love with a young man, she watched their adventures as his daughter grew more accustomed to her powers, he saw her happiness and had hoped this meant he had been right about this place despite what had happened to her. But over the years, he watched more and more how things began to turn away from her; losing her husband, trying to revive him only to be stopped by those twin bastards, watching as they tried to tell her about balance only to disrupt the balance themselves by killing all the humans on Remnant and casting the blame onto her.

Magnus: She went through pain. Guilt, thinking she was to blame for the deaths of untold billions. When it was those two bastards throwing a tantrum for the actions of a few.

Emperor: WHAT BECAME OF THEM?

Magnus: I don't know but I have my sorcerers to this day looking for them, so I can kill them both personally.

Emperor: I'LL JOIN YOU, A GOOD OLD FASHION FATHER AND SON BONDING MOMENT.

Magnus: *Chuckles* Yeah, that'd be fun father.

Emperor: WHAT BECAME OF MY GRANDCHILD AFTERWARDS.

Magnus: She wandered for a long time, as humanity grew back and rebuilt. She assumed she was cursed with immortality but it wasn't a curse that those two claim to have given her, it was a gift from me. So that one day we could meet and she could see the galaxy and all the secrets that it holds. I wanted to protect my daughter, I did so much to make her both Immortal and invulnerable. But she saw it as a curse when she tried to take her own life. But she found her love once more, reborn by those two bastards. She had a family but that didn't last either...

Emperor: WHAT HAPPENED?

Magnus: An argument between her and her husband about the fate of their world escalated when he tried to take away their children, my granddaughters. They too were growing powerful with their newfound powers or magic as they called it. But they were caught in the crossfire and were slain.

Emperor: WHAT BECAME OF THEIR SOULS? *ANGER RISES* THEY WERE NOT TAKEN BY DEMONS WERE THEY?

Magnus: I would never allow such a thing to happen! No, I intervened and saved their souls, *produces an orb, The Emperor has the orb floated towards him and he can hear children laughing* Their souls are in there, safe. To them, that was all a bad dream and they are just living their lives as children again. I would never allow harm to befall them, they are my grandchildren and they will always be safe no matter what.

Emperor: HAVE YOU SEEN THEM? I KNOW IT IS POSSIBLE.

Magnus: *looking at the Orb, hearing the children play* A few times, but I never truly interacted with out of fear that Tzeentch would find it.

EMPEROR: MAGNUS, HE CANNOT GET YOU HERE, IT WILL BE SAFE FOR YOU TO SEE YOUR GRANCHILDREN. WHAT HAS BECOME OF SALEM?

Magnus: She is angry and saddened, now that the have been to that planet and that you have ensured the Imperium cannot touch it, I wish to see her soon. To be her father once more.

Emperor: SOON, YOU SHOULD SOON. MY SON, I SHALL ENSURE THAT PLANET WILL BE SAFE FOR NOT ONLY YOUR CHILD BUT ALL OF MY GRANDCHILDREN. MY GREAT GRANDCHILDREN AS WELL, WHEN WE UNFUCK THE IMPERIUM, I WILL HELP YOU RESTORE NOT ONLY SALEM BUT YOUR GRANDCHILDREN AS WELL.

Magnus: T-Thank you Father, *holds orb Close*

Emperor: OF COURSE MAGNUS.

-Remnant, Land of Darkness-

Salem tosses and turns, nightmares that have plagued her for centuries, she awoke suddenly surrounded only by nothing the nothing suddenly being replaced with a room, one that looked familiar to her. Books stacked high with various scrolls strung about, she picked up one to see it was her hand writing! But what her caught her more by surprise was her skin, it was back to normal. Back to human! So was her other arm! She immediately ran to a nearby mirror to see she had regained her humanity, no longer looking like a Grimm personified. She heard the small pitter patter of feet, turning around quickly, she was greeted by the sight of her 4 daughters running up to her. She took a step back in shock as they hugged her, smiling.

Celeste: Mommy! Mommy! There you are!

Faye: We were wondering where you were!

Salem was still shocked, this couldnt be real! No! This was a nightmare, the moment she touched, they'll be ripped away from her! But she slowly raised her hand to her oldest daughters head, nothing happened save for the feeling of her hair and Celeste laughing. She hugged her daughters, nothing happened save for them hugging her back! This wasn't a dream and even if it was, she didn't want to end. She cried as she held them close, hugging them tightly.

Amber: Grandpa said you would cry, but its okay Momma!

Salem: I know, I just...missed you all *hiccup* so much! Wait, what do you mean grandpa? *she looked at them all, each one smiling as they looked back*

Magnus approached, the giant of a man looked at Salem and her daughters. A warm expression on her face, even as Salem got protectively in front of her daughters.

Magnus: Hello Salem, it has been too long.

Salem: w-Who are you!? *warp fire appeared in her hand, she would not let this giant harm her daughters!*

Magnus: *chuckles* Seems I need to get rid of that memory altering *he waves his hand as a mist quickly envelops Salem before quickly dissipating*

Salem: *Looks at Magnus, anger raising but slowly new memories began to surface, memories of this room. Training, reading, laughing, smiling. Memories of him* F-Father? *she falls to her knees, her daughters around her concerned as more tears steamed down her face as Magnus dropped to one knee*

Magnus: There is much to talk about my little book worm.

[samissosexyyy]

Tumblr thought it would be hilarious to delete all my work and not let me answer requests :').

YES I SHALL WRITE THE PLATONIC ANGRY PARENTS-

And thank you-I woke up and was talking to my friend in the morning and my brain just: jojo villain yandere dads. Mudad mudad mudad mudad anger.

Anyways, here they are- Do these even count as headcanons???? I dunno-

Dio, Part 1

Vampire form of course.

First thing first, We all know he'd be a great dad. Protective already, But make him a yandere platonic father? Oh boy, Trust me, You'd be spoiled and treated like royalty.

Now, I'm gonna say in this scenario you were on of his victims child. I'll say you'll be around 5 to eight.

Somehow you managed to catch his eye, Is it because your parent was just as bad as his? You reminded him of his mother? Or maybe you resemble him, and have three moles on your ear. Or, perhaps, A younger joestar? Either way, You somehow had him feeling like a father, and, according to one of my friends, Araki had said DIO would treat his children like they were royalty, And they would be so spoiled.

So, Mudad would end up taking you in, kidnapping, whichever honestly. He'd be holding you like a loving pet owner would, if you got scared, he'd probably be confused. Honestly he'd have you turned into a vampire quickly, as he knew he wouldn't be able to have children as a Vampire.

Truthfully, I think you'd end up never noticing how he'd occasionally pull you closer, or how he'd glare at anyone your age or older going near you. Or how he'd give you some strict rules, Like no dating anyone. E v e r. And why would you ever want to hurt your papa like that?! You wouldn't want to do that, right?! Of course you wouldn't! Dio knew you'd never betray him like that!!

Truth be told, he'd guilt you if you tried to go against his words. But punishments? No no, He'd never actually purposefully hurt you, Unlike his love interest, he'd NEVER want to cause you pain ever. He'd hate himself and wouldn't forgive himself for years. Centuries. Infact, he'd beg for your forgiveness.

The Pillarmen

And satannnaaaaa

First of all, You aren't a pillarchild. You'd most likely be some kind of god, vampire, or a young hamon learner. Or even related to the Joestars or Ceasar.

So, Let's say you're immortal who can walk in the sun. We all know you'd be the joestar side, Right? So, That means you'd end up hating or feeling pity for the pillarmen. First, You'd probably end up trying to make Santana hally when he awakens. Unlike with Joseph, He'd probably know not to attempt to attack you. Let's say you have symbols like Dio Over heaven, We all know how that would work.

You'd end up as a being worshipped by them, probably kidnapped after they destroy the Joestars.

Let's say they defeated Joseph and the others, and you were still a deity, You'd most likely be weaker then them in this scenario. They'd probably treat you like a kitten at first, like a baby before they all felt a connection. As if you were a child of their own, so they'd give you rules. And we all know how rules go with yanderes.

Let's say uh- you fell for a mortal.

"No. No."

[Crush name has fallen from a high place.]

"DADS WHAT THE FUUUUUUUUU-"

"NO CUSSING IN THIS CHRISTIAN MINECRAFT SERVER!"

or something like that :')

Honestly, You'd have bird dad, and a bunch of other dads. Santana would honestly be like the cool big brother honestly. You'd probably want horns too so-

They would totally buy you halloween horns to put on your head so you'd be happy baby

Now, Hamon user? They'd probably find you like a cute animal at first, probably going easy on you like it was a game of tag. Soon, they'd realize how weak and fragile you are, After all, You are just starting hamon. They'd probably kidnap you to spite Joseph and his side at first, before... Well, You didn't expect to become a vampire and treated like royalty when all you've been treated like is uh... Considering Lisalisa is your coach, I'd say you'd be happy if it was someone else doing this for you.

Josephs sibling? WOAH Joseph, When did you get a cute sibling? Pfft, Not your sibling anymore, They just adopted your ex sibling nerd.

But, All jokes aside, They'd probably be surprised that you were more mature then your brother, and...you sorta resemble a certain Coach... Oh, Humans all look the same, haha.

They'd probably kidnap you infront of Joseph just to make him feel guilt and rage, After all, Why not get their prized treasure and make Joseph angry? They'd give you more rules, until Joseph was gone, of course.

And, sadly, Not even you crying would stop them from making you into a vampire infront of your big brother, breaking both of your hearts.

Don't worry you got ice cream later smh.

Ceasars sibling? Mini pancake? Haha, They'd kidnap you as soon as they felt parent like tendencies. No denying them, infact, they'd make sure you saw ceasar get defeated by the ro ck. But don't worry! You have new parents and a brother-! Haha, Poor you.

Part 3 DIO AKA mudad!

Honest to god you'd probably have to be a stand user with a weak or strong stand, or, you were one of his kids he had with a lucky woman who survived and got a naked polaroid of him as a 'wow you lived! Congrats, now go have my kid lmao' gift. Or, Maybe you were a normal kid who was kind to him, even if he,,,,  did some questionable murder infront of you. And maybe you were a young

Now, Let's say you were a strong stand user. He'd end up wanting to use a flesh bud until he realized... He never had a kid, that he knows of, and decided to raise you! At first he'd be upset you had a strong stand like your mudad, but realized you could protect yourself from those dreadful joestars! Congrats, You became a Brando! :) How unlucky, Considering this DIO would probably force vampire masks onto you, or even using fleshbuds as a threat. Either way, You'll always be papas baby!

Yoshikage kira.

Like I said in my first post of this, He'd want to have a nice average life. You having a stand wouldn't be a problem, Since he'd probably convince you Josuke and the others are awful and rude.

Josukes sibling? Well, He'd end up telling you he can help your brother with his murder issue if you come with him. You don't exactly have a choice since Killer queen would easily overpower you if you had disagreed. You'd end up being a normal and peaceful child before long, Infact, He'd have to pretend he had adopted you behind his 'wifes' back.

Hayotos friend he never talks about? Congrats, You are now stuck with a crazy and loving father! And a mother, I suppose. And you get your best friend as a brother! You'd never be able to leave, how sad. But, You'd have your new mom and your dad to talk to-! And killer queen cuddle time.

Now, Let's say you were his own kid. Wowzers! You think its normal for your father to bring women hands home, after all, You are pretty young and your father told you most adults do this. Ah. How enjoyable.

Doppio/Diavolo

Oh dear. You poor child.

Either you were related to trish, and he somehow felt like you wouldn't be a problem before they felt more of a father love towards you, Most likely somehow getting rif of the traitors and your big sister.

"Where's big sister?"

"Don't worry about her, She's spending time with your mother."

Smh quit LIEING you jERK!

But seriously, Doppio would be like the fun mom asking you if you'd like bake cupcakes in his spare time! Read you bed time stories and whatnot! Diavolo would be awkward and "wanna play baseball or whatever kids like to do these days?" Awkward dad alert.

"My kid is fine!"

The kid they kidnapped/raised:

Casually trying to beat another kid with a baseball.❤💚💛

Honestly they'd insult everyone elses kids while here their kid is, casually scared of baseball.

Pucci

Papa priest! We all know he'd adopt you! I head canon him as gay, considering DIO and him were totally a thing.

So, He'd probably have you study Lord DIO bibles, and casually have you hate Jolyne. Probably even give you a stand, And even show you that DIO is the best! Worship! Protect yourself and all that!

Jotaro would probably scare you,  so I can see you holding onto Pucci while Jotaro appears anytime, so pucci would infact love it when you snuggle onto him lime a cute kitten. Hell, you even Sneeze like a kitten!

Honestly You'd be kept under watch 24/7, but you'd think it was normal, after all, Your father would mever do something so awful like Those Joestars claim...right?

Diego

Oh wow- dino dad :)

Let's say you were a big fan of his, Then, Well,You wouldn't mind having him as a dad, Now would you? He is your idol, Right? Yeah. Yeah!

He'd probably carry you around upside down, Hot pants just questioning his sanity as he drops you a million times. Hot pants would probably end up carrying you most of the time.

Mama hot pants and father Diego. Y es.

And, Let's say you were traveling with Johnny. Congrats. You've put yourself in a even worse situation considering Diego would become worried and paranoid over those two idiots hurting you! And he hates the idea of his baby boy/girl/child being hurt by barbarians!!!

Even though he'd probably hurt you on accident if I'm gonna be honest.

Kidnapping isn't a very easy job, so of course he had to knock you out! What was he supposed to do?! Ask you to come stay with him forever?! No! Maybe! HuawhuKaia-

Honestly not too many rules, just don't leave his side ever! Except when going to the bathroom. You'll be tied to his horse. No whining >:(.

Funny Valentine

Honestly what did you think he was going to do? Pick some random child? No no, He'd choose the PERFECT child! You were so lucky! Wow! The daughter of the mos powerful man ever! Lucky you, Right?

No. You don't get alone time unless it's you sleeping or bathing. You wear what he wants, and no.

Dating not allowed. Bad. No no no no no.

"No. No dating. Your lips will fall off."

"but mommys lips didn't-"

"Your face will melt off."

Basically you'd be bossed around and treated like royalty, as long as you listen to you dad!

Honestly I don't know if this is headcanons, if if it isn't feel free to scream at me in the comments-

AND I AM SO SORRY ABOUT NOT BEING ABLE TO ACTUALLY ANSWER, SO I HOPE YOU SEE THIS AND ARE ABLE TO ENJOY IT??? I GUESS???

[grayintogreen]

Is it bad that the first thing I thought about when I saw you new theme was that children’s hospital meme? lol Now for my real question. Do you have any thoughts on Lucien's childhood dream? Cause I can only imagine him as a 5yo saying "I'm gonna be a GOD" to which someone said "You can't do that-" so of course he replied with "no I'm gonna" and then he did just that.

When you have Blood Hunters and Blood Clerics on staff, it's easy to promote color theory!

OKAY SO. OH BOY. DO I HAVE THOUGHTS. BUCKLE UP.

I don't think Lucien developed his God Complex (TM) until the Claret Orders, so put a pin in that for now. We'll get to that.

So here's the thing about Luci, Lulu, Lulubelle, Luci-my-love, Luci-not-a-Satan-allegory-en, sweet boy who did nothing wrong ever (citation needed). Matt doesn't SAY he had a traumatic past, but he also heavily implies it through Lucien refusing to talk about it, getting angry when anyone tries to make him, and being extremely defensive about his upbringing. Add that to almost EVERY CHARACTER from Shadycreek Run being miserable in one way or another, and you can probably guess he is a trauma-laden little bitch.

Since Lucien is (1. very intelligent for someone who came out of the Run (2. highly imaginative and (3. seems to be fond of books, I tend to skew him being self-taught and an avid reader. I like the idea of him stealing Exandria equivalent pulp paperbacks wherever he can, and those kind of stories are usually pretty formulaic. In a fantasy world, I'm sure they even trend more towards Chosen One narratives, because that's the kind of immersion fantasy ALL AGES are into, because in this sort of world those things are happening everywhere. People are plucked from their lives and set on grand adventures.

And baby Lucien was probably fascinated by that! The idea that these humble people who led miserable lives could one day meet the right people or the right wizard or get visited by a god and then suddenly become IMPORTANT and respected. Here is this kid who can already tell he's different- he's set apart by being a tiefling in a place that is really not kind to them and he's smarter than the people around him, which gives him his "gifted kid" superiority complex. Of course, he'd look at these stories, see he has all the hallmarks of a "main character" and think OKAY MY TIME WILL COME.

So from a young age, you have this kid dealing with trauma after trauma and effectively just waiting for a cute anime mascot character to come along and tell him how important he is, because through being a kid in a dangerous place who can't really escape his situation, he doesn't really have any other choice but to dream impossibly.

And then he finds other kids. He finds his little troupe of equally tragic people that he can lead. Still no great destiny, but then he finds the Claret Orders and now surely THIS will be what lets him find his dream.

But the Claret Orders are a unified front of BUNCHES of people with cool powers they got by poisoning themselves and committing to a cause that Lucien probably doesn't believe in at best and will become disgusted by eventually at worst. Not only that, but Bloodhunters are all intelligent, so Lucien, Gifted Kid of Shadycreek Run, has gone from being unique to a cog in a wheel.

And no one is coming to offer him a destiny.

And then he hears about the Raven Queen. (Remove that pin, we're here.)

This is what gets me, because the Raven Queen is the patron goddess of the Claret Orders. She INVENTED Bloodhunters. The Blood Domain was HERS before other gods co-opted it for their portfolios. So there's no way that however many years Lucien spent in the Orders he wasn't constantly hearing about her ascension, about how she was a Champion once who overtook a cruel deity and replaced him and people revere her for that! And then her methods were sealed away and every soul that's tried to do what she did was struck down. That's strange. And a bit unfair. But what if there was a way to do what she did and be just as revered as her?

So here's where Lucien's god complex kicked in, likely as a sixteen-year-old, so still very much a baby. When he couldn't get handed a destiny the way his baby brain expected him to be as a traumatized kid seeking hope and comfort, he decided his dream would be to make one for himself. He'd become so powerful he could change the shape of the world, exactly as the Raven Queen did. So he left the Orders and their hypocrisy and their dedication to an usurper goddess and just became a mercenary with his posse, hunting for treasure and trying to unlock the secrets of the world using the abilities that the Orders gave him.

So when you throw this all together, the Somnovem came for his life HARD. They branded him the Nonagon, their herald, their chosen. They had a disdain for the gods and a desire to overtake them. They were judged and condemned dreamers. All of this made him completely unable to see ANY of the red flags involved and drove him full-tilt into madness, because it was everything he wanted for YEARS just handed to him exactly as he wanted it. So of course he built a script that he expected to be followed to the letter, of course his best friends went from found family to a cult (this is what Lucien always said he deserved, after all, and if he got it then this means holy shit he IS special and chosen by a higher power and we'd be stupid not to be his disciples and get in on the ground floor of that power trip).

And then when even the Somnovem betrayed his trust in them, he went "well if the Raven Queen can turn on her god and take his power, then so can I" and came back to the material plane with a new script, three times as broken as he started out as, because even if he didn't want to admit it, all the stories had been wrong and being the Chosen One can absolutely suck, and he'd sooner go fully insane and rewrite the world the way he wanted it to be (a dream made real where he is the sole dreamer) than admit that there was never going to be an ending to this story that satisfied him.

[marvelfansince08love]

Helpless

Word count: 2304 

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader 

Warning: A small part is NSFW 18+

Prompt 9 - “You pull a stunt like that again; you won’t be coming for a month” 

A/N: For @xxxtwilightaxelxxx​ I hope you enjoy love! Sorry it took so long x

Tagging a few: @waitingfortheendtocome​ @natasha-danvers​ @imnotasuperhero​ @j-does-life​ @the-enamorando-deity​ @missmonsters2​ @veteranwerewolf95​ 

Prompt 9

“Y/N DO NOT ENGAGE. I REPEAT DO NOT ENGAGE.” Steve’s authoritative voice crackles through the comms and into your ear, making you shake your head in defiance. 

“No can do, Cap. I have no other choice but to take out the west wing, there are people in that room.” You argue back, grunting as you swing a right hook into the guy's jaw, knocking him out cold. 

You continue to move forward taking out any and all enemies that cross your path. Muffled arguments continue on in your ear as you elect to ignore the orders and make your way to the west wing. 

“Listen to Steve Y/N, or so help me God I’ll make my way over to you myself.” That beautiful Sokovian accent drips low into your ear, making you falter ever so slightly from your task.

“Wanda, I have no choice. I can’t wait around for you to get here, it’s a ticking time bomb in there. I’m sorry.” You justify, before taking the small piece out of your ear and throwing it onto the floor. The angry voices of your girlfriend and friend/captain slowly get quieter as you move further down the hall. 

Once you’ve reached the secret office door, you search the now unconscious guard for his pass before entering the room. 

“You shouldn’t be in here, little lady.” The man mocks, smirking criminally at you. He goes to remove his gun out of his holster but you clock the movement quicker than his reaction to reach for it, ducking quickly and with one leg out ready to sweep him to the floor you use one of Nat’s widow bites to finish the job, ignoring the pleading and screams of the civilians. You move forward to the small group tied together in the corner and hush them gently. 

“Hey hey, we got you guys. We’re gonna get you out of here, but I need you to stay quiet as there are still people like him on board, alright?” The silent nods of acknowledgement is enough to reassure you as you move towards the ticking bomb, making quick work to try and disable it. The time quickly descends as sweat begins to pour down your forehead. 

“Fuck! Why isn't this working?!” You growl, quietly to yourself. Fingers fumbling with the red and blue wires. 

“Y/N!” Natasha’s voice panicked as she entered the room with Sam and Bucky flanking either side of her. You refuse to turn your head to acknowledge their presence as you continue to work at the ticking time bomb. 

“Widow get them out of here, now!” You shout, your patience suddenly running thin as you realise you don’t have enough time to escape before the explosion. Hurried footsteps behind you, tell you they are following your order. A hand grips your shoulder tightly, snapping you out of your work.

“That includes you as well Y/N. Wanda will kill me if I leave you here,” Sam’s voice, grunts close to your ear. You nod in agreement before standing quickly and rushing out behind them. A gunshot close to your head makes you stumble to the side and turn quickly at the assault. 

“You think you can just leave? I needed those people and you freaks in suits having ruined everything! Now, you’ll pay.” The man from the office spats, holding out his gun pointing straight at you. You gulp realising that within the midst of chaos you had dropped your only weapon on hand after scuffling with the man in front of you.

“What you did was wrong, Andrews. You think killing me is going to stop you from going to prison? Human experimentation doesn’t go down well here.” You try to reason, keeping your eyes trained on the gun in front. 

“But it would feel so good to put a bullet through your narrow minded head.” He smirks, hand tightening around the gun. You blink quickly, trying to clear your now wet eyes. 

‘He’s going to kill me’ You think, frightened at the thought. 

“Over my dead body he will,” That sweet angelic voice that you love so much, growls from behind you as you watch the swirls of red mist travel past you and wrap around Andrews like a vice. You watch as his eyes widen in fear, his hand loosening around the gun as Wanda lifts him up into the air, her hand twisting ending his life.  You turn around quickly to face her, smirking slightly ready to tease her on how hot she is when she’s angry but the red glare she throws you makes you pause and gulp. 

“That window near the far corner is open, yes?” She questions not fully acknowledging your presence as she moves towards it. 

“Yeah, it broke through after the first explosion. Did the others make it out?” 

“Yes, luckily. You on the other hand..” she stops, shaking her head as to visibly stop her train of thought. 

Before you can apologise for your reckless behaviour, Wanda grabs a hold of you, pulling you tight against her as she jumps through the window using her magic to make our landing as safe as possible. Once on the ground Wanda pulls away from you and walks towards the Quinjet silently, you clench your jaw trying to hold back the frustrated tears. Before you could go and chase after her Steve blocks your path, arms crossed with that ‘I’m disappointed” look he wears whenever we go against his orders, you make a good effort to not roll your eyes at him. 

“What the hell was that, Y/N? You went against every order I gave you. How reckless could you be? You were lucky Wanda got to you in time.” 

“Hey! I knew exactly what I was doing Steve, I assessed the situation and realised we wouldn’t have enough time by the time the others got to me and I was closer to the room! I knew Wanda would get to me in time,” You lie, knowing full well that you doubted you were ever going to get out of there breathing and alive. 

“Well you know what, one of these days Wanda isn’t going to be able to get to you on time or anyone in fact. You have to be more careful Y/N! Consider this a warning.. You do it again, you're off the next mission.” He threatens, but you can see the fight in his eyes. On one hand he needs to be authoritative but he knows deep down he would have done the same. You sigh in defeat knowing that he is right. 

“You got it Steve. It won’t happen again, I promise.” You swear, he nods and sighs in relief before pulling you in for a brief hug before walking side by side with you to the Quinjet.

Once you walk inside, the others lecture and tease you about being so reckless and that you’ll end up like Tony if you aren’t careful, earning an offended ‘Hey!’ from the man himself at the front of the jet. You laugh at their joking but your eyes stray to the brunette figure in the corner of the jet, who seems far more interested in her magic that swirls around her slender fingers keeping herself away from the group and you as much as possible. 

You go to sit next to her and place a hesitant hand onto her knee, making her grab a hold of your hand and subtly shake her head in rejection. Your stomach drops at the thought of having an upset Wanda, knowing her silence is never good, you sit silently near her, never touching until you arrive back at the compound. 

You follow after her out of the Quinjet like a lost puppy as you hear quiet snickering from Sam and Clint. 

“Someone’s on the couch tonight.” Sam jokes to Clint, who chuckles before Nat walks between them, slapping them across the back of their heads at the childishness making them whine and wince. You continue forward hoping that she will talk to you but just as you go to speak she walks through the door of her floor and shuts it closing you off from her. You drop your head against the wooden door and sigh in defeat, a soft hand lays gently against your back. 

“Come on Myshka. Let’s leave our Little Witch alone to cool down. She’s more scared than angry Y/N, she didn’t think she’d get to you.” Nat soothes, guiding you away from your girlfriend's floor and to the communal area. 

“Okay, who wants a drink?” Tony asks, already scanning the liquor cabinet. Everyone cheers tiredly, while you continue to look down the empty hallway where Wanda’s floor is, hoping for her to come and join. 

‘Just give her time.’ You lecture yourself. 

***

You lie in your big, cold king sized bed, facing the ceiling as your mind reels from the day's events fresh from a well deserved shower. You had tried Wanda’s a few more times after a drink with the team but your brunette lover never responded. Sighing in defeat, you slumped your way to your own floor that you haven’t been using much since you and Wanda started dating over three months ago. The room feels cold and bare without the warm and softness of the witch. You lie in bed just hoping that tomorrow you can finally talk to her and make up for your reckless behaviour. With that, you slowly close your eyes and hope for tomorrow. 

The feeling of cool metal pinches slightly against your skin, stirring you awake suddenly at the thought of an intruder. Your eyes open wide and wild, ready to attack before they lay upon emerald eyes with a tint of red flickering around her iris. You open your mouth to speak but with the simple lay of her finger to your lips, you stay silent as she hushes you.

You look towards your left wrist noticing a pair of shining metal handcuffs attached to it as she brings your arm up towards your headboard, bounding you to it before moving to your right wrist. 

“Wanda baby, what are you doing?” You question with a twitch of a smirk already knowing the answer, you watch as a devilish smirk appears on her delicious red lips as she clicks the last pair into place, the weight of her on your stomach welcoming as a deep fire sets low within your navel. She leans down towards your ear and whispers softly with such command and lust. 

“You pull a stunt like that again; you won’t be coming for a month.” Before taking your earlobe between her teeth and dragging it out and licking around the shell of your ear making you moan. 

“Wanda, I’m sorr-” Her lips press against your own silencing your apology.  Her red lips placing a small delicate kiss across your cheek and down your neck, never missing an inch of skin. 

“Mmm, I love satin lace on you.” She comments above you, her hands dipping low and under your top trailing her fingers across your stomach and up towards your breasts. The action causes your stomach to become exposed to the cold air in the room making you gasp at the change in heat against your skin before she dips her head low and places a wet kiss against your navel. She looks up towards you, her mouth still hovering over your stomach as she smirks a little. 

“I’m going to ravish you until you are seeing stars in the night sky, my love. But before that, I want to tell you something.” She informs, leaning back up into a sitting position upon your waist. 

You got to place your hands upon her thighs but wince and grunt at the restriction, feeling helpless against the cuffs. 

“Wanda, untie me so I can feel you.” You whine. 

“You feel helpless, don’t you? To be restrained by something and be unable to reach out and touch me. That’s exactly how I felt today Y/N, I have never felt such terror and dread in my life… to be so helpless. If I had missed you by a split second, that would have been it. I would have lost you.” She confesses, you watch as tears build in her beautiful eyes as she follows the pattern her fingers are creating on your stomach, her chin trembling as she continues to feel you, her touch soft and slow as if trying to memorise every feeling, every touch of you. 

“Wanda please, untie my hands so I can hold you.” You plead, snapping her out of her thoughts. With a flick of her wrists the cuffs become loose as they limp to your sides at the sudden lack of restraint. You quickly pull her to you and hold her close, while she cries into your chest.

With your hands cradling her face, you bring her lips towards your own in a desperate kiss. 

“I promise, I will never go against you or the team again baby. I’m sorry.” You vow, through breathless kisses. With that said, Wanda pulls you closer to deepen the kiss as tongue and teeth clash in desperate need for one another. 

“I’m going to make love to you, moya lyubov and I want you to feel every moment of it.” She whispers against your lip as she grinds low on top of you, her panties under her oversized tee doing nothing to hide how wet she is underneath. You watch as her eyes spark a blood red as she grinds again against you making her groan in pleasure as you feel the rush of arousal hit you. 

“Make me feel, Wanda.” With a mischievous smile, she does exactly that. 

[afandommultiverse]

One Night Lifetimes - Langris Vaude

word count - 4k

request - patpatlangit

warnings - Lime, no actual smut even though it says lemon juice, I'm sorry I got really tired and ended up making this 4k words and didn't have the brainpower or creativity to write smut, demand of abortion 

a/n - of course enjoy, and let me know about any spelling errors please! Again sorry there no team smut❤️

~~~

“Hey, Y/n, you’re glowing a bit, you okay?” Looking up from your food you stared at Vanessa questioningly. Her sudden odd question caught the attention of some of the others eating at the table. 

“Oh yeah! Did you do some new kind of body wash, Y/n? You’re shiny!” Asta exclaimed, stuffing his face as he looked at me for an answer, as did everyone else. 

“No… I haven’t changed anything in my schedule- or any of my products.” The only thing different from my life is… I couldn’t be? He wouldn’t be stupid enough… Everyone else continued to talk and speculate before someone finally asked the Captain for his opinion. 

“What do you think, Cap’n?” Yami eyed you up and down, his expression unreadable as he looked at you over his newspaper. Before going back to reading he folded to the next page saying;

“I know a thing or two about glowing women… I’ll call a good mage of mine to come to check you out.” 

***

“Any change in foods?” 

“Uhm, no not really.” 

“And you said you haven’t changed any bathing products?” 

“Yep.”

“No schedule changes?” 

“No.” 

“Well, then I’ll run a quick spell over ya’ and we should know what's wrong with you in a jiffy, Dearie.” The old woman smiled warmly, easing your anxious nerves and buzzing fingers, which played together tirelessly in your lap. The doctor's grimoire opened and the relief of her mana washed through your body, cleansing every cell leaving you with refreshed, rested bones and muscles overworked or exerted from missions with every touch, even the slight nausea you had earlier disappeared. 

“When was the last time you had your monthly cycle, Dearie?” You look at the woman, confused but almost knowing what she was already going to say. Again that nausea was back, along with a new lump in your throat that burned and tightened the muscles around it, pulling painfully on the tear ducts of your eyes. 

“Two- Two months.” Your voice was shaky, wavering weakly in reply. 

“Oh, Dearie,” Reading your face she didn’t know what to say. All she did was hug you and rub your back consolingly as you sat frozen, still breathing and heart. 

Time seemed to blur by after that when you came back to the hideout in your room, Yami and the mage talking outside, they’re murmurs coming through the wooden door taunted your ears. A few moments of silence passed before the door opened to show Yami. He came in as neutral as ever, lighting a cigarette and coming to sit beside you on the bed, which creaked loudly under his weight. 

“Here, Gladys gave me these to give to you.” He handed you a glass bottle of small capsules. You looked at the bottle and read the label ‘Prenatal Supplements,’ yet another sign that what was happening is real. 

“Are you going to keep it?” Yami asked, looking at the wall while blowing out a puff of smoke. 

“I don’t know.” 

“Are you going to tell him?” You snorted weakly. 

“I think that's the only thing I’m sure about at this point.” You fell to the side and laid your head on his shoulder, holding back every tear that had been building up behind your eyes since you got the news. 

“So am I gonna tell Finral he’s going to be an uncle or do you want the honors?” You turned to look up at him, head-snapping so fast you thought you broke it. 

“You knew?” Yami turned to look at you, a grin pulling at his lips, teeth gripping his cigarette in place. 

“Who do you think brought you back that night?” 

***

“Captain Langris? A visitor is here to see you.” Langris frowned, he wasn’t expecting anyone today, he was supposed to be working on mission assignments and specifically freed up the day due to his lag in work as of late, a certain woman clouding his thoughts. 

“Come in.” He wasn’t prepared for who came through the threshold of his office door. In you walked, legs striding with a confidence you didn’t feel at all, but you could have fooled him, with your head held high you met him head-on at his desk. 

“What can I do for you, Y/n?” His chin came to rest on his pen that he held in front of him with his two hands, watching you with sharp, intrigued eyes, anyone else might have thought he was bored, but he was beyond curious of where this would go. 

“I-” The words were stuck in your throat, a huge knot holding up the words from passing your lips. 

“What is it?” He didn't mean to come off so rude but it was out of instinct, he wasn’t a patient man. 

“W-Well.” Once again the words balled up in your throat, restricting your breathing as your eyes began to water, built-up anxiety and nerves ripping away at your nerves as you began to shake. 

“Well? Get on with it-”

“I'M PREGNANT!” The scream seemed to clear your throat, but the shaking continued, as did the tears burning your eyes, blurring the reaction of Langris, but you didn’t need to see it. 

“Get rid of it.” you blinked, breakdown halted for but a second, a second of clarity where you saw him, terrified and desperate, another blink, calm- angry eyes. You took a step back, disgusted, almost betrayed. You didn’t know what to expect when coming here, but it wasn’t this.

“Y/n wait-” He could see the disgust in your somber eyes, the regret for even coming here. He should've known, his mouth speaking before he even really thought about it, a mistake solely on his part. 

“No, I-I’m sorry to bother you but I need to go.” 

“Y/n no-!” You were just out of reach, just falling from his hand, his stumble almost made him run into the door which you slammed closed on your way out, by the time he opened it, you were already gone. 

“Fuck…” 

***

Three Years Later 

“Thank you for coming in on such short notice.” Langris was quiet and hushed as spoke to Finral, essentially unnerving him. 

“Langris? Are you okay?” Finral almost offered to get him a glass of water but held back in fear of insulting his younger brother, even after their bettered relationship, Finral still felt there were some lines he still didn’t get to cross.

“Fine, I’m fine. I’ve asked for you because I have a proposition.” 

“A proposition?” Finral watched as Langris pulled out a long piece of paper from his desk, the edges sharp and lined with gold. As Langris laid the paper down slid it toward his older brother, Finral in return, brushing it closer, reading the words written with wide eyes. 

“I-Is this some sort of joke?!” Finral shoved the paper away, glaring at his brother, not finding one of his usual pranks so funny. After everything he’d done, what right does he have to ask this of him- to ask this of you!

“Finral-”

“No! Do you have any idea what you said did to her? I’ve seen your lows, Langris, but I didn’t think you would go this far. I thought you had made it clear you didn’t want anything to do with-”

“It was a mistake! Those words were flying out of my mouth before I even had a chance to even think of what I was saying. I know that doesn’t make it any better, but it’s the truth. Y/n doesn’t deserve that, she doesn’t even deserve me, she should have nothing but the best but… well- goddamnit I love her and I’m going to try my damn well hardest to fix what I did!” Finral couldn’t believe it, the tears filling his younger brother's eyes only fueling the shock rippling throughout his senses, freezing him. Langris loved you? Langris didn’t love anyone. 

“How do I know you're not lying, that you’re not just trying to get close to her and Lefric only to kidnap him and sell him huh?” Finral eyes his brother, suspicion ripping at his thoughts, training each opinion and speculation. 

“Lefric? Is that his name?” The smile on Langris’ face was almost unnatural, something Finral hadn’t seen in so long, a genuine smile. 

“Y-Yes.” Langris hummed, leaning back and seeming to drift away in his thoughts, probably his little paradise where he was with you and Lefric, a part of the family you had created, but the sadness clouded his eyes once again, reminded by the reality of which you hate him, and your son, his son, didn’t even know he existed.

“I don’t plan to sell my son, and I don’t plan on deceiving Y/n either, I just want another chance.” Finral sat back and looked at his brother for a long time, and several emotions ran through his eyes and face, sometimes his eyes contradicting the face he was making, and then he was completely unreadable. It was the first time Langris wanted to hear Finral speak. 

“Okay, I’ll bring her- BUT if you so much as making a suspicious glance at her OR Lefric, we are outta there!” Langris almost could hold his joy in, feeling like jumping around and throwing his hands in the air, instead he settled on a face-splitting smile that frightened his older brother. 

“Perfect! Shall we get you ready for your wedding?” 

“MY WHAT?!” 

***

Sitting in the white chair your blood boiled, simmering under your skin and scorching your veins. What was Finral thinking bringing you here, bringing Lefric here! You had the mind to struggle him in your seat right now if the music hadn’t started playing and everyone stood. Lefric hung off my you as you both turned to watch the bride walk down the aisle. 

Finesse looks gorgeous, draped in a white fabric dripping from her figure in exact seams and hems. Her veil was decorative, lace flowers growing across, she looked like a goddess. Walking toward the steps of her future matrimony, gorgeous lilies in hand, you couldn't help but think if this deity knew about her future husband's bastard child. Everyone sat back down and the priest began, looking over at Finral, you realized why he might have brought you, clutching at his slacks, he couldn’t even look up at the ceremony, eyes burning into his legs. You only slid Lefric onto one hip and grabbed Finral’s hand, squeezing it reassuringly. You were happy to feel a small squeeze back. 

The ceremony blurred as Lefric began moving, playing with your dress and hair, you couldn’t help but play with him too, making sure you were still quiet, but your playtime was halted when a sentence from the priest caught your ear. 

“Is there anyone who objects to this?” The priest turned to the crowd looking for objectors, surprise pulling at his old face when someone did. 

“I do.” The priest pulled back, babbling nothings before spitting out, “I beg your pardon?!”

“I object. I don’t love her and I don’t want this marriage.” Some people in the crowd gasped, some even laughed, others watched on in astound, frozen in their seats. You looked away from the others, catching the sad face of Finesse at the altar, as sad as she was though, the breath of relief was obvious. 

“I wouldn’t want to put Finesse through that.” Confusion wiped at her eyes, some even dotting my face with furrowed brows. Langris turned to look at me, looking as though relieved and elated. His gaze went sideways finding Finral and nodding. The brothers wordlessly switched places, much to your annoyance as you whispered questions to Finral as he walked away. Panic and anxiety bubbled up and your hold on Lefric tightened a little watching as Langris walked closer, his final steps the only thing you heard over the blood rushing your ears. 

“Y/n.” His voice was but a whisper, hesitant and tentative much like a shy child, which coming from Langris, was the least of what you expected. His eyes dropped from you and fell on your son, eyes suddenly ten times brighter. He looked as though he was going to pick Lefric up from me, but he stopped, his arms frozen awkwardly, before stiffly smoothing down his suit. His hand came down to grab my free one before turning back to the priest and saying, 

“You may continue.” The priest looked off to the parents of Langris and Finral, met with angry scowls but nodding heads, so he continued. 

Sitting beside you, he paid you no mind, never once letting go of your hand either. You thought of pulling it away, even moving your wrist a little to pull it away but you stopped. Why you don’t know, maybe it was because his hand was so warm, a warmth you’d been needing for a while. 

“And do you Finral Roulacase take Finesse to be your lawfully wedded wife? To have and to hold till death do you part?”  

“I do.” 

“And do you Finesse Calmreich, take Finral to be your lawfully wedded husband? To have and to hold till death do you part?”  

“I do!” 

“I may now pronounce you as husband and wife, you may now kiss the bride!” 

***

The reception was loud and joyful food and drinks passed around nobles and spectators mingling together, each going up and their own time to congratulate the married couple. When it came to be your turn, Langris followed you up, practically as attached to your hip as Lefric. 

“Y/n I know I’m horrible but-” 

“Congratulations Finral, I’m glad everything could work out. You two deserve each other.” You watched as Finesse smiled and squeezed at Finral’s hand. Finral smiled as he looked down at the hand clasping his, still not believing that this was truly happening. 

“Thank you, Y/n.” You nodded. 

“Of course.”  you set down your wedding gift to give to them on the table before handing over a second present. 

“So since someone has some explaining to do and you're busy, you get to watch Lefric while Langris does explain this all to me. Sound good? Good?” The end was a bit snippy, but you're already peeved off self sort-of had a right. Langris followed without command and followed you into the first empty room you could find, a simple guest room. You sat on the bed and sighed, staring up at Langis with squinted eyes, skeptical of his motives. 

“You may begin.” 

“I made a deal with Finral that if he brought you to the wedding, he would be marrying Finesse instead of me.” Never one to beat around the bush, Langris answered you with a bored tone, staring at you like he had done nothing wrong like he’d done nothing at all. 

“And what in the hell were you thinking when you did that?” You were pissed, fuse lit and burning down fast, you were ready to explode. 

“I was thinking that I love you and I want to be a family, I want to be a father to Lefric.” It was like a bucket of water had been dropped on you, efficiently washing out the burning fuse. Langris dropped to his knees and looked up at you. 

“Please, give me a chance Y/n. You wouldn’t believe how sorry I am, honest. I didn’t mean to say what I did back then, and I'm so glad you didn’t listen to my foolish ass. Please, Y/n I don’t think I can watch him grow up from the sidelines.” 

“You’ve done well so far,” you muttered, turning away from his pleading eyes which seemed to burn through you , pulling at the heart-strings you had thought you cut off. He looked away with a small sad smile, shaking his head. 

“No, I haven’t. I was there when you had your seventh-month scare, even arranging a better doctor for you. I was there when you were recovering in the hospital after giving birth. I managed to catch glimpses of him at his first birthday party but that was a bit difficult, that boy Asta moves around too much for his good. It was his second birthday, I couldn’t make it, I was sent on an assignment near the kingdom's border, and god- I was so pissed. I don’t think I’d ever seen my men so scared of me.” He stopped coming forward to drop down in front of you. Langris Vaude, on his knees, looking up at you like you were the empress which ruled his life.

“I knew that I couldn’t do it anymore, I couldn’t watch him from the sidelines, I wanted to see him and me… I wanted to see you.” He finished shakily, eyes dropping to the thighs he leveled with, he was sincere, honest, there was nothing much he missed more than you, even if it was only one night, no woman has ever compared to you. Looking up at you now, sharp eyes glaring at him while slowly softening as he pleaded, Langris had never felt more at home then underneath you. He was so close, closer than he’d been in four years, he didn’t even feel his arm moving from his side moving to lay on your thigh, falling in slightly. Langris knew he had you when he spotted the shiver in your back run down your thighs closing them around the fingers that slipped to touch the soft skin of your inner thighs. 

“Langris,” Your voice was stern but it wavered, frailty curving around your words as they fell from lips. “I don’t… I can’t just accept you into my life this is gonna take a lot of time. You hurt me Langris, scared me.” Your head pulled at his own, curling it up in your CV hands. 

“But I can meet you halfway, as long as you promise to do the same.” Langris felt his breath stop, looking up at you he felt like crying, he felt like screaming in joy but he settled on smiling up at you, tears welling in his eyes slowly, making his eyes shine in the lowly lit room. 

“Thank you,” He whispered, “thank you, thank you, thank you.” 

***

Six Months Later

Langris met halfway, if not more which swept you off your feet more than anything, the second Langris met Lefric he had been nothing less than a loving father, spending time with him as much as he could and even taking him out, of course only with you or Finral’s presence. If Lefric became upset, Langris was there to ask him what’s wrong and comfort him before a cry even left his lips. Family dinner became a thing every Wednesday, usually held at the Black Bulls hideout but the times where you ate with Golden Dawn commanders sometimes evening the Captain coming to join, those nights were filled with just as rich food and laughter. 

Then there were the dates, the nights Finral and Finesse took care of Lefric and left you and Langris to go out and eat, filled with flirty gestures and hearty chuckles. As much as he cared for Lefric, Langris equally cared for you, checking on you when you seemed stressed, coming to see you after coming back from a mission, even occasionally going shopping with you for small things or groceries because he wanted to be near you. With Langris as Vice-Captain and you being a guild member yourself, it was hard and there were some disagreements, old Langris even coming out a few times but he never failed to apologize, and neither did you if you were wrong, you both couldn’t afford to be petty, if he- if you both wanted this work, then you had to think about Lefric as well.

Six months doesn’t feel like much, but as you break down every moment, every decision, every soft minute, each building juncture in your budding relationship, you wouldn’t give it up for anything. To you, Langris had long proven himself and you were tired of waiting for the right time to thank him and forgive him. 

“Are you ready?” You snapped out of the recollection of events, met with the questioning eyes of a certain Vice Captain, holding his hand out for you, ready to take you home after a refined night out at some highly rated nobility restaurant. The food had been great and the wine was sweet, heavy on your tongue and you never found your mouth closed, conversation buzzing the entire night, carrying with the wind that softly blew around you both. You had come as the sun was setting, dining and watching the sunset but as the dinner went on the sun long faded and the dark sky filled your desert with stars and a chill that ran up and down your spine, dressed a little too thin. 

“Hmm? Oh yeah, sorry.” You move to get up, pushing your chair back in before taking Langris’ hand letting him lead you out, opening every door for you and letting you through first making you feel like royalty. He walked toward a carriage waiting for you both but you waved off the driver and pulled Langris back. 

“Walk with me.” He looked stunned, almost pulling back from you before catching up, walking beside you and still looking questioning. Walking for minutes on end, Langris didn’t know where you were going, but he didn’t mind, he would follow you anywhere. It was when you shivered lightly while the harsh wind blew between you, shaking the trees around you, making the leaves swish a blow in an airy sound, did Langris speak. 

“Maybe we should head back soon, it’s getting pretty cold.” He didn’t ask but he didn't pull you away either instead continuing to follow as you pulled him to a little inn. You walked in and straight to the desk lady asking for one room, pulling out your own money before Langris could think of reaching for his, he was annoyed with that and rolled his eyes averting himself from you for a bit before walking with you again when you handed the key. 

“What about Lefric?” 

“He’s with Finral and Finesse tonight.” 

“Yeah, but Finral’s is an idi- ahem! Finral is... Finral.” He settled, taking the key from your hands gently and pulling up next to your room, unlocking the door and letting you in. 

“Finral is very much capable of taking care of Lefric and if not he has Finesse! They’ll be fine, they always are, and if they aren’t, they know just how to get a hold of us.” You spoke, slipping off your thin coat and beginning to drop useless jewelry onto the side table. You stopped for a second turning to find Langris in the door staring at the room, analyzing every inch meticulously. “What?” 

“What are we doing here?” He looked back over to you, suddenly you noticed the way he gripped the key, his eyes falling down your figure while you took your time to answer. Slowly you walked from the bedside table and sat on the bed taking off your heels promptly, and sitting back in the bed looking at Langris with just as much yearning as he did you. 

“I think I’ve left you waiting long enough,” You unclipped your dress from your back and shrugged it down, bunching it at your hips halting as you looked back up at him. Watching his face fall, eyes widen and devouring every inch of naked skin they could scour, falling on your bare breast with a shuddering breath. “don’t you think?” 

The door was slammed shut, you almost feared he broke the door frame almost waiting for the door to just swing back open but it held. Langris was on you in a second and suddenly you found yourself on your back, hands pulling your dress down your legs hastily. He pulled back taking a shuddering breath as he looked at you, watching you slide your legs open waiting for him to do something, anything. Becoming a little bashful with his long stare, your legs began to droop, almost falling closed but he caught them. 

“Don’t cover yourself, Honey, it’s been so long.” His voice ending in a high whine as he slipped onto the bed, arms wrapping under your legs to set them on his lithe shoulders. Langris turned to look back up at me finding my eyes. 

“Can I touch you?” you didn’t hesitate. 

“Please!” and neither did he.

[shoyoluvrr]

la douleur exquise.

a/n : pt.2 to the satisfied fic :)) 

summary : la douler exquise, a feeling described as the heartbreaking pain of wanting someone you can’t have.

pairing : Todoroki x fem!reader, Momo x Todoroki

word count  : +2k

warnings : angst (!!!), fluff

Growing up you thought nothing much of the idea of love. You had more important things to worry about. You didn’t have time to fall in love. It’s not that you had anything against love. Rather, you admired those who were in love. You admired the way they chased after what they wanted. In a way, you found it inspiring. You wish you were like that. 

You were always surrounded by love. Your parents weren’t ones to shy away from displays of affection. And your sister, in some ways, was infatuated with the idea of love. She loved love. Like you, she admired your parents. The good, the bad, you could see how much Momo wanted to fall in love. 

So when Todoroki entered your lives it didn’t surprise you when Momo told you how much she loved him. It had been a few months since that night and it’s safe to say Todoroki was basically living at your house. He would spend most of his days with Momo in the garden and have dinner with your family. You tried to avoid them as much as possible. If they were outside drinking tea, you were inside making a snack. And if they were inside, you were outside hanging out with Iida and some other friends.

Obviously this plan wasn’t foolproof. Fortunately at times like this you were grateful Todoroki was a man of few words. And this was one of those times. You and Todoroki were both in the kitchen. Momo had gone out with some of her friends, which meant Todoroki was left alone with you. She had told you to “keep him company” saying that she “didn’t want him to be alone”.

You figured you weren’t going to be able to avoid him all the time. So you just decided to get this over with. It was only gonna be for the day.

Todoroki was sitting at the island in the kitchen as you fixed yourself some breakfast. It was around 10 in the morning and so far you have only exchanged a few words.

“Did you eat yet?” Your back was to Todoroki. You were grabbing things from the fridge.

“Not yet.” His voice was soft. You’d be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t miss hearing his voice.

“I’m making eggs, do you want some?”

“Yes, thank you.”

You hum in response. It was quiet as you made breakfast. But it wasn’t awkward. It was nice. Outside you could hear the birds. You always enjoyed it. It was calming. And honestly you could use the peace. But a part of you was worried. It felt fake. A false sense of serenity. A calm before the storm and you didn’t like that.

In that silence you had finished making breakfast. You served both Todoroki and yourself. His face wore a similar expression from when you first met. It was distant. As if his mind was long gone. Your eyes lingered. His posture never faltered. Even in the company of friends he remained composed. He looked perfect. Every hair neatly in place. Not a wrinkle in sight. His sharp jawline. And his eyes. There was something different about his eyes today. They were softer. You couldn’t tell if he was tired or if it was something else. Maybe both. But it was different. And you wanted to know. 

You wanted to know everything about Todoroki. From his greatest fears to his least favorite song. Everything. You wanted to know what made him happy and what made him cry at night. You wanted to see a side of Todoroki nobody sees, even Momo. You wanted to know what you meant to him. You wanted to know if he felt the same way about you. God, you wished he felt the same way about you. If only you could read minds, then this whole problem would be settled. Then your thoughts wouldn’t be so knotted and your crying wouldn’t be as frequent. 

You stared at the countertop as you ate. You refused to make eye contact with Todoroki unless you had to. Call it self-defense, but you knew the second you met his eyes you would crumble. And you had to stay strong. Your hands gripped the fork tighter as you tried your best to hold on.

“You okay?”

“Yes.” You stuffed the rest of your breakfast in your mouth and put your dish in the sink.

“You sure? I mean I know it’s not my place to ask, but-”

“I appreciate it Todoroki, but I’m fine.” You sat back down across from him with a small smile. 

“I’ve been meaning to ask you something.” He looks at you with those soft eyes. 

“What is it?” This time you looked up and regretted it immediately. Any strength you had was gone. Your body felt heavy as you tried to move. You struggled to hold his gaze. If you looked for too long you worried you were going to be the one in pieces.

“Do you hate me?”

There it was. After everything, this was it. A being as delicate as porcelain only to be shattered by the one they loved. And this the catalyst.

“Why would you think that?” Your eyes shot back down to countertop. 

“It’s just that you’ve been avoiding me and I thought we were friends. So the only explanation would be that you dislike me.” Todoroki spoke in a gentle voice. Fragile almost. 

“Of course we’re friends Todoroki.” You tried to reassure him, in hopes that he wouldn’t break. You held back your feelings for Todoroki so Momo wouldn’t crack. And now you had to protect Todoroki so he wouldn’t. Everyone is fragile in one way or another. Either on the verge of breaking or already in pieces. And all you could was protect those you cared about so they wouldn’t meet the same fate you did.

“But you were avoiding me, right?”

“Yes.” There was no point in lying now. You knew that. And you were prepared to deal with the consequences of that.

“Why?”

“I can’t say.”

“Why not?” His voice rose. Slightly louder. 

“It’s complicated.” You figured it was better to speak quickly in shorter sentences.

“Then explain it to me.”

“I told you I can’t.” You watched as his face formed into something you haven’t seen. Anger? Disappointment?

“What’s so complicated that you can’t tell me?” The annoyance in his voice was now visible.

“Just drop it Todoroki.” You got up from your seat and began walking to the stairs, hoping to escape to your room. But Todoroki caught your arm, forcing you to face him.

“You’re even avoiding me now. What is it?”

Being this close to Todoroki you could finally see what was so different about his eyes. It had nothing to do with lack of sleep. And his face wasn’t angry or disappointed. He looked sad. His eyes were slightly red. It was all a facade. From afar it was perfect, but once you got up close you saw how fake it really was. You and Todoroki weren’t so different after all.

“I’m sorry I don’t know what would happen if I told you.”  You looked away.

“What do you think would happen?” He tried to catch your gaze, his hand still holding your arm.

“Something bad.” 

“How do you know that? You’re not some deity. No one has all the answers. You can’t just make assumptions like that. This has to do with me too. You’re the one avoiding me. Anyone would want to know why. It’s not like I don’t see you laughing and smiling with your other friends. And when you’re with me it’s like you’re a different person. Like there’s a wall or something that you’re trying to protect. I just want to know why. Please, y/n.” His other hand reached for your face, holding your chin and turning your face gently to look at him. He watched as you bit back a quivering lip and your eyes glossed over.

“I like you, Todoroki.” There was no going back now. You continued, tears in your eyes, “I know it sounds silly. I’m sorry. I know Momo likes you. I never meant for you to think I hated you. It’s quite the opposite. You’re all I think about. From the first moment I saw you, I wanted to know more about you. I still do. I know this is unfair to you. But I’d appreciate it if you didn’t tell my sister. I hope you can understand.”

“You like me?” He slowly let go of you, dropping both of his hands.

“Yes. You don’t have to give me an answer. I’ll just leave you alone now.” Your voice was quiet. Almost a whisper. 

You turned and began walking upstairs. But once again you were pulled back. And before you could say anything, Todoroki’s lips pressed against yours. For a second you didn’t know to do, but soon enough your body slowly melted into his. His arms wrapped around you. His lips were soft, just like you had imagined. He wasn’t forceful. But he held you close. Everything you worked so hard on, was now in pieces. The feelings you tried so desperately to hide were now in the open. And for that moment it felt right. This was what you were waiting for right? The chance to finally feel Todoroki against you, holding you, kissing you. It felt so good, but what about Momo? You had completely forgotten about your sister. With her in your mind you couldn’t get her out. What would she think if she walked in right now? Todoroki’s lips all over yours and your hands tugging on his hair. She would hate you. You couldn’t do this. You pushed Todoroki away, out of breath.

“I can’t. What about Momo?” 

“What about Momo?” He repeated your words a bit confused,

“Don’t act dumb you know exactly what I’m talking about. Momo likes you. Aren’t you dating?” You couldn’t help but be angry. This was the man you let your sister be with. It may have been hypocritical for you to think that, but he really didn’t care?

“Who told you we were dating?” He looks surprised. But why?

“No one I just assumed you were. I mean you spend basically every day with Momo.” 

“That’s because you avoid me.”

“What?” You were a bit taken back by his statement. When did this become about you?

“Momo and I are just friends. You’re she does like me, but I rejected her. I never wanted to be in a relationship with her. I thought she told you.” 

“You’re just friends?” They were friends this whole time? All this time you thought you were protecting Momo by hiding your feelings, but they were friends. God, you felt stupid. 

“Yes. Only friends. So you can see, I had a hard time knowing you were avoiding me. I was so worried about it. I asked Momo for advice.” Todoroki carefully held your hands in his.

“Is that why she told me to watch you today?” 

He only nods, a light blush dusting his cheeks. An expression no one has seen. You could only smile back in return. 

“I can’t believe this was all a misunderstanding. I’m sorry for putting you through all of that, Todoroki.” In all honesty, you were a bit embarrassed. I mean you thought he was dating Momo for months.

“It’s okay.” Todoroki wrapped his arms around you once again, pulling you into a hug. “I can only imagine what you were feeling. Considering you thought I was dating your sister this whole time.” 

Your face buried in his chest as his face snuggled into your neck. You hoped that the hug wouldn’t end. You didn’t want it to.

Was this the happy ending everyone sought after? You could see the appeal after months of trying to piece back together your heart. It was refreshing. If this was your happy ending, and you were happy to spend it with Todoroki.

a/n : i don’t want to get too personal, but like I was really in my feelings in writing this one. I would cry, write, cry, write. So this fic means a bit more to me. I hope you all liked it :)

[redhawtriot]

Operation Unvirgin (Bakugou x Reader)

Tip Jar ☕- Not expected but always appreciated💞

I had this idea the other day that Bakugou probably would be super celibate. Like he is very goal oriented and doesn't like to attach himself to others, so I feel like he wouldn't have ever bothered with girls or even beat his meat or anything (the shit’s fucking perverted okay?! how could any decent person touch themselves?)

But he hears that Deku is boutta get laid and he gets pissed bc WHAT? That loser is gonna beat him in something?! So he goes on a mission to loose his virginity before Deku. 

So I wrote the NSFW piece of this and it was UTTER GARBAGE, but I know that many of you guys are writers so think of this as a very informal request: Anyone can write the second half of this and tag me and I will repost it (except no non-con plz). It doesn’t matter how long it is.

If this completely flops I will ... sigh... post my shitty NSFW next week... (But please spare me and yourselves from that outcome) 

HnM💕

Bakugou never could understand all the hype surrounding the opposite sex.

The blond man would wrack his brain as he tried to remember the exact moment where his fellow peers stopped looking at girls like the enemy and started looking at them like walking deities, mindlessly floating behind them as if an invisible scent enchanted their spirits. Sometimes he felt like a lone soldier in sustaining self-respect.

In his isolated state, he only watched in disgust as freaks like Mineta and Kaminari drooled over women and reduced themselves into warm bodied zombies in the presence of a vagina. Pathetic.

He would never in a million years let a woman rule over him. He had seen how his hag of a mother treated his father, and he would rather stick his face in a vat of acid than have his soul belong to someone like that.

His stupid mom always told him that he would probably meet someone in high school that would change his mind, but there he was, the night after graduation, victorious in his pursuit of staying the fuck away from crazy broads like her.

In fact, this ridiculous graduation party that Kirishima had dragged him to was probably the last time he would see most of these extras, since he doubted many of them would make it past being D-listers or side-kicks—and that was him being generous.

The colorful beams of light took turns fading in and out of the dark room as the heavy bass of multiple speakers pounded into his body, sending a flurry of vibrations in his abdomen. Although, Bakugou would never admit this out loud, he actually enjoyed this scenery. The stomping of the music reminded him a lot of his own quirk and the lights weren’t completely hideous.

Yeah, as long as no one at this shitty party tried to talk to him or get on his nerves he would be just fine—

“Baku-brooooo!”

God Dammit.

“Hey, dude!” Kaminari threw a sloppy arm over the angrier blond’s shoulders as Kirshima, Deku and Mina all followed behind him through the dense party crowd. Now, if this had been two years ago, Kaminari just might have found himself short an appendage through an explosive altercation; however, throughout his high school career, Bakugou found that simply ignoring the idiots was usually enough to deter them from trying to converse with him.

So Bakugou swallowed the increasing rage that was bubbling in his throat and simply scoffed instead, swatting the man’s arm away from him and turning his back on him and his incoming entourage. Kaminari only laughed in response, “C’mon bro we are officially graduates! Ditch the bad boy act and loosen up a little—we are men now! Just ask Midoriya!” he slyly suggested.

The sound of his rival’s name piqued his interest, yet the stubborn man still refused to give the short-circuited idiot the satisfaction of knowing such a thing, so he continued to glare away from him as Izuku spoke up, “N-no it’s nothing really… Uraraka and I have just been together for a while. Honestly, I don’t even know if I will go for it. I don’t wanna be a jerk or anything bringing it up to her! Forget I said anything at all, actually!” the young man frantically waved his hands as his face became obviously red even in the dimly lit atmosphere.

Mina snickered as her hands found their way to her hips “The shy guy act is cute and all Midoriya, but every girl wants confidence in bed! I am sure she wouldn’t mind if the two of you at least talked about it,” she bumped the green haired boy with her hips as Bakugo furrowed his eyebrows even deeper.

Kirishima was the next to speak up “GO for it, man! There worst that can happen is that she’ll say no!” he heavily patted the concerned Izuku’s back, “But the manliest thing for you to do is respect her boundaries,” he quickly added in.

The green haired man shook his head at the ground, “I should have just kept my big mouth shut...”

“She won’t say no,” Mina sang with a mischievous expression drawn across her face.

The three boys turned their attention to her with confused glances before Kaminari spoke up, “C’mon Mina! You know something don’t you? Spill it!” he begged.

Mina looked as if she were contemplating for only a moment before he gestured for the men to come closer, “Don’t tell her I told you, but…” she trailed off for dramatic effect, “She was totally gonna try to seduce you tonight, Midoriya!!” She winked. Bakugou’s ears perked up at this statement,

“WhAT?” both him and Izuku cried out.

Kaminari and Kirishima laughed at the blond’s outburst, “So you were listening after all, huh Bakugou?” the latter questioned.

“What do you think of the situation, buddy?” Kaminari leaned into the explosive man with a smirk.

“I’m not your damn buddy,” Bakugou bumped the electrical dumbass away from him, “I think you idiot perverts need to stop worrying about whose panties you’re gonna fail getting into and worry about not being able to keep food on your fucking plates when your careers flop!” he barked as the four blinked in surprise at his sudden outburst.

Kaminari saw this as the perfect opportunity to mess with him, “Bakugou are you… a virgin?” He wiggled his eyebrows.

“MIND YOUR OWN DAMN BUSINESS, PIKACHU,” the man under interrogation screeched.

“He totally is!” Kaminari threw his hands up in feign shock, causing Mina to giggle.

Izuku awkwardly shifted on the balls of his feet as Kiri loudly spoke up, “Hey guys, it’s not manly to butt into another man’s personal life like that.”

Bakugou ignored his defender and continued screaming at dumb and dumber through the loud music, “S-Shut the hell up!” his face was dusted in a light shade of red as he spoke. He tried to shake these foreign feelings of embarrassment away. So fucking what if he was a virgin?

“Deku still ain’t shit! Who fucking cares if he’s gonna get his dick dirty?! I could fuck any of these bimbos!” he loudly called out, causing a few girls crowding the area to throw him wary glances before they cautiously moved away. The group of friends noticed this and Kamari and Mina failed miserably at stifling their laughs at the scene.

“It’s ‘make love to’, dude…” Kirishima quietly correct his angry friend in a feeble attempt to save his future endeavors with women.

“NO. FUCK! I said what I meant dammit!” he yelled as he once again fought away the redness on his face, “I could fuck any one of these bitches within an inch of their life!” he furiously vowed.

“Any, huh?” Mina questioned with a raised eyebrow.

“That’s what I fucking said, Raccoon eyes!”

“Then how about…” the yellow irises scanned the dense room for a moment before a smile split her face. She happily pointed a finger, “that one!”

Bakugou followed her finger through the crowd and found you on the other side of the room. The fading lights intermittently illuminated your features, but he knew exactly who you were— Y/N L/N.  The only other person at U.A. known for being just as proud as himself if not more. Also known for having a slough of men on your heels at any given moment, but not giving a single one of them any significant time of day.

Mina snickered at Bakugou’s sudden silence, causing him to throw a glare at her. He fought of any creeping feeling of disheartened as he began a march toward your dancing figure, “Fucking easy” he roughly hyped himself up before approaching you.

“Hey,” he barked roughly. It didn’t really come off as much of a greeting and had more of a threatening tone to it, but in your shocked state you could only offer a half-hearted smile at the daunting man before returning to the conversation that you were having with your friends.

However, after a while, you noticed that your friends were distracted as their scared eyes kept darting behind you. He was still there wasn’t he?

You rolled your eyes before throwing a glare in his direction, “Do you fucking want something, dickhead?” you snapped.

“I SHOULD—” he began to threaten but he clamped his mouth shut and bottled up his feelings of rage from being disrespected before he continued, “You…” he barked, an unfamiliar feeling of uncertainty gripping at his chest, “I want you,” he said sternly. He had heard Kaminari say some stupid shit like this before and it worked. If it worked for an idiot like him then surely—

Bakugou’s thoughts were cut off as you simply threw your head back in a fit of laughter before turning your back to him to converse with your friends again, “Anyway,” you loudly began before beginning to talk to you friends again.

Bakugou’s face contorted in aghast uncertainty before he looked back to his classmates. Kaminari was giving him a thumbs down, Mina was giggling like crazy, Kirishima was beaming him a reassuring smile and Deku was no where to be found. Fuck! he probably went off to find Uraraka!

The thought set a competitive fire in his chest as he looked back toward you, “Let’s--“ he stopped himself to re-frame his approach. He thought of the words of encouragement that shitty hair might give him in this moment,

‘Treat her like a queen!’ ‘Ladies love a man with a code! Don’t tell her what to do, ask her!’

“Do... you want to dance,” he forced himself to ask through slightly gritted teeth. This was utterly humiliating.

“You think you can handle it?” you joked through a small smirk before eyeing him up and down. The man only averted his glare from you in response as he scowled at a nearby wall. You gave a small laugh at the display. It was almost childish how he was acting.

You suddenly noticed the red tint that was adorning his cheeks, sending a wave of excitement throughout your body. A sudden predacious urge clutched your abdomen at the sight.

“Okay,” you smiled after wetting your lips. You leaned into him before grabbing his forearm and leading him deep into the hot pool of dancing bodies. He stiffly followed after you.

If he thinks he can handle it then you’ll just have to show him how wrong he is...

[firaknight]

Adeleine kittysitting Shiver Star Test Tube Cat

@kirbyofthestars RENA COME GET YOUR JUICE!!!!!!! /lh

~~~{+}~~~

Its a peaceful morning in Cloudy Park. The birds chirped outside, their songs carried on the spring breeze. Past a large village sat a small house, right next to the nearby forest. It’s a quaint little house, a cottage tucked away from the world. The exterior is a soft cream color, warmed by the early morning sun. Underneath a small overhang from the roof sit 2 mechanical beings: a wheelie scooter and an inactive Robobot Armor. Both look to be sleeping soundly and recharging their batteries.

Inside the house sit countless potted plants, all wildly different from one another. In one pot, a mischievous, overgrown clove plant. In another, a silent lotus sits upon the surface of its watery home. All seem to be alive, moving as if they had just woken up from a good nights sleep. From nearby, a creak can be heard as something climbs the stairs that lead to the second floor of the house.

At the end of the upstairs hallway is a large bedroom, messy in nature. Clothes scattered across the floor in a haphazard fashion. A few paint splotches line the carpet, and a few more along the walls. Curiously, there’s also one on the ceiling. How it got there is a mystery. Around the room are more potted plants, most of which look to be fully awake. There’s a closet against the far wall, one of the doors left partway open, a small, Ripple Star fairy sized bedroom crammed inside, just as messy as the bedroom itself.

Against the other wall is a bed, a figure peacefully sleeping away beneath the sheets. The figure is none other than Adeleine, dressed in a lime green nightgown, her face hidden beneath the bedsheets. A window lies above the bed, light streaming down and onto the bed. Surrounding the bed are more potted plants. Some have flowers which begin to close, retreating as morning arrives, while others appear to be just waking up, leaning down over Adeleine to see if she’s awake yet. A small pitter of footsteps breaks the silence. Something hops up onto the bed, patiently waiting for Adeleine to wake up. Adeleine shifts, sleepily mumbling to herself as she wiggles partway out of the covers, still fast asleep. Her hair is matted and scruffy from sleep. She rolls onto her back, and the creature on the bed leans down to see if she’s awake...

*sniff sniff*

“Mrrp?” The creature paws at Adeleines cheek, earning a sleepy groan from her.

“Mmnnghh... 5 more minutes, Ribbon...” Adeleine pathetically swats in the direction of the creature, completely missing it.

*sniff... sniffsniff*

“Mrrrrrrpp?” The creature leans towards Adeleines exposed neck, curious.

*sniff sniff*

Adeleine sleepily giggles and snuggles partway under the covers, much to the creatures dismay. The creature paws at the sheets, pushing them aside with ease as Adeleine wiggles back to her original position. It leans in closer this time, the whiskers on its face brushing against her skin.

*sniff sniff sniff*

“Mmppheheh... stoppit...” Adeleine rolls onto her side, her back to the creature, a dreamy smile on her face. The creature looks visibly annoyed, ears turning back ever so slightly. It doesn’t appear angry in the slightest, merely fed up with the lack of progress it’s made. It licks its paw and cleans its face for a brief moment before stepping forwards, crouching down to reach Adeleine.

*sniff... sniffsniffsniffsniffsniff*

“Mrrrrrraaaaow?” A much louder sound escapes the creature, and no response is given. Fed up with the lack of progress, the creature decides to take matters into its own soft little paws, leaning down towards Adeleines exposed neck once again and giving one final warning sniff...

*lick lick lick*

*nuzzle* *rub*

“MmphhHHEEEKK—!!” Adeleine jolts at the sudden coldness and slightly rough feeling against her neck, quickly dissolving into slightly sleepy giggles as the cold and roughness turns to an incredibly soft sensation against a horribly sensitive spot. She squirms, attempting to curl up to protect herself.

“Ohohokay! I-I’m up I’m up Ihihihi’m uhuhuhup!!” She quickly pulls the sheets up, guarding her neck, taking a second to compose herself. She then pulls the covers down slightly and looks right at one of the plants near her bed, giving it a slightly annoyed stare. The plant recoils in a way that says “wasn’t me!” A paw pats her cheek and she rolls over to find a cat sitting just a few inches from her.

“Oh! Test Tube! Were you the one who woke me up?”

“Mrrp!!” Test Tube rubs her face against Adeleines cheek in response, earning some head scritches.

“You little stinker! You could’ve pawed at my face and I would’ve woken up!” Test Tube simply rubs against her again, turning around and climbing into her lap as she sits up.

“Hey, now that I think about it, wasn’t Kirby watching you? How come you’re here and he’s not...” She looked to the closet, which was open.

“Where’s Ribbon? Did she pick you up from Kirbys house or something?” Test Tube’s ears went up and she hopped down onto the floor, standing at the doorway to the bedroom.

“Mrraaow!!!” Adeleine walked over, watching as Test Tube ran around her legs before running downstairs, zipping around the corner towards the living room. Adeleine chuckled, walking downstairs to quite the sight. Test Tube came back over and dropped an envelope at her feet.

“Uh, what’s this?”

“Brrff” Adeleine picked up the envelope, opening it and reading over the contents of the letter inside.

“Adeleine, I’ve been invited to Patchland for a celebration of guardian deities that protect each land. I have to leave early and I won’t be home by the time you wake up. Kirbys coming with, too, and I need someone to watch Test Tube. Since she technically lives here, I thought you could watch her for the day! I’ll be back before bedtime (I hope)! See you soon, Ribbon.” She folded the letter back into the envelope and set it on the small coffee table in the center of the living room.

“Looks like you’re spending the day with me, Test Tube!”

“Mrraaaooww!!!!!!” Test Tube stretched, opening her mouth to yawn. Adeleine could faintly make out the frighteningly sharp fangs in her mouth. That weird eye on her tail opened up briefly, closing as fast as it had opened.

“I keep forgetting you’re a mutant kitty, and I mean that in the nicest way possible.” Test Tube merely rubbed against her leg, looking up at her expectantly.

“I bet you’re hungry, huh?”

“Mra-a-a-aaaoww!!” A meow and yawn escaped Test Tube as she stretched again.

“Alright, I’ll give you a snackie, but let me feed the plants first. They’ll get incredibly fussy if I don’t.”

“Mrrp!!!” The two of them walked to the kitchen and Adeleine fished out a pitcher from one of the cabinets, filling it with water.

“Alright everyone, wake up!! I’ve got breakfast!”

~~~{+}~~~

“Test Tube, please stop trying to eat the clove. I don’t know if it’s bad for you or not and I’d rather not take my chances and find out.” The clove plant Adeleine was watering crept down and lifted Test Tube up, setting her down away from its pot. When Adeleine finished watering it, the clove gave her a little pat on the head before retracting to a normal position.

“Ok Test Tube, let’s get you some crunchies.” Test Tube practically shot to the cabinet, watching as Adeleine casually walked over.

“Mrraaoww!!!”

“Meeooww!!! I know!!! It’s time for crunchies!!!” Adeleine opened the cabinet and grabbed the cup inside the crunchy bag, scooping up a cupful and walking over to Test Tubes food bowls, nearly getting tripped by the eager kitty along the way.

“Ok, here you go!” She dumped the contents of the cup into one of the bowls, which had a few crunchies remaining in it already. Test Tube stuck her head in and chowed down without hesitation. Adeleine put the cup back in the bag, closed it up, and put it away, she grabbed a couple teabags, started heating water in her old teakettle, and grabbed herself some breakfast while she waited.

“Brff” Adeleine looked down to find Test Tube once again at her feet, looking up at her expectantly.

“I already gave you crunchies. You don’t get any more until dinner, ok?”

“Mraaaa!!” Adeleine peered over to the near empty bowl of crunchies.

“Maybe you shouldn’t have eaten them all at once then!” She was met with a particularly strong headbutt from Test Tube. She gave her a pet and grabbed a cinnamon roll out of the fridge, setting it on the table as she walked to get her tea ready. She could see Test Tube ready to jump onto the counter, backing up a little to get a better position.

“Test Tube. Soft kitty soft. Give me a second so I can get my tea! I’ll give you some pets in a second!” Test Tube sat down, watching as Adeleine dropped a teabag or two into her cup, pushing them down with a spoon before setting them on the table behind her. She sat down and Test Tube followed her, looking up at her.

“Alright, c’mon.” She patted her leg and Test Tube hopped up, climbing up to look over her shoulder. Adeleine leaned back in her chair, careful to not crush any paws, taking a bite of her cinnamon roll.

“What do you say we make some art later, Test Tube?”

“Mrraow!!!” Adeleine smiled and took another bite of her cinnamon roll.

Today’s going to be fun, I can just feel it!

~~~{+}~~~

“Ok, so this is your canvas. I’m gonna stick your paws in non toxic paint and then you can walk on the canvas to your hearts content! Just... don’t roll on it or lick the paint off.”

“Mrrp.” Adeleine carefully picked up Test Tube and very very gently dipped the bottoms of her front paws in paint, then set her down on the canvas. Test Tube looked utterly confused before she realized she had stuff on her feet, hurriedly walking on the canvas before absolutely zooming to the other side of the room, leaving paw prints on the floor. She came running back over, using Adeleine as a stepping stone, another set of little paw prints left in her wake, a few of which were left on Adeleines painting smock.

“MRRP!!!!!!!” Test Tube excitedly ran past again, her tail all puffed up from the excitement. Adeleine giggled, watching as Test Tube practically flew around the room, finally stopping near the canvas. Adeleine took this moment to pick her up, placing her in her lap so she could attempt to wipe the paint off her paws. Test Tube, still brimming with excited energy, very quickly tried to roll out of Adeleines lap, failing when Adeleine gently grabbed ahold of one of her paws to clean it.

“Oh, sit still! I don’t want you licking any of this off! Sure, it’s non-toxic, but I’m not taking any chances!”

“Mrraaowww!!!!!!!”

~~~{+}~~~

Adeleine walked up the stairs and towards her room. She was tired, having spent a bunch of time painting one of the commissions she was given. She was fairly sure her headache was just from exhaustion, maybe dehydration. That, or the fact that she forgot to open the windows for a couple hours while working with oil paints. Thankfully Test Tube had decided she was too boring to hang around and went upstairs. Adeleine really didn’t want her breathing that crap in.

“Test Tube? Are you up here?”

“Mrp?” Adeleine looked around, trying to figure out where the chirp from Test Tube came from. She peeked into the bathroom, only to find Test Tube sprawled out on the floor.

“Hiiii!!!!!”

“Mrrrrrp!!” Test Tube did a little scoot, her front paws tucked in a little. Adeleine knelt down, letting her sniff her hand.

“Can I give the soft kitty some pats?” She gave Test Tube a few pets before switching to patting Test Tubes hip, which resulted in immediate purring.

“Are you my soft kitty? Huh? Are you?” Adeleine chuckled to herself at how high she managed to get her voice to go. Her delight quickly changed to gasps of pure joy as Test Tube proceeded to start rolling on the floor.

“Rolly kitty!!!!!!! Oh, rolly kitty!!!!!!” Adeleine gently pet Test Tubes exposed stomach, relishing in how delightfully soft it was.

“Mrrrp!” Test Tube quickly got up, fiercely but lovingly headbutting Adeleines leg.

“Are you a happy kitty, huh?”

“Mrraow!!!” Test Tube lovingly headbutted her again, giving her head a little shake, her ears clapping together with a weird smack. Adeleine picked her up and gave her a couple smooches before setting her back down and heading off to her room to change into something more comfortable.

~~~{+}~~~

“Ugh, there’s never anything good on...” Adeleine flipped through channels with the remote, laying lazily on the couch. Test Tube had gotten her dinner with a cupful of crunchies, and Adeleine had made an effort to eat something, despite not being very hungry (thanks to an incredibly late lunch), with said something being a small fruit salad. A blanket was draped over the lower half of her, pulled up right to her ribs. She settled on a nature documentary, since it was one of the only decent things on. She laid back, staring up at the ceiling for a moment before something soft gently patted her arm.

“Mrrrp?” Adeleine slowly peeked over the side of the couch, only to find Test Tube patiently sitting on the floor.

“You can come up!” Her tone was cheery, but the exhaustion was very noticeable, forcing her voice to a much quieter volume. Test Tubes ears perked up a little. She rocked back and forth for a moment while she prepared to jump, and then hopped up onto the couch. She took a second to scope for a good spot to sit, opting for somewhere on Adeleine, and promptly sat down on her stomach, tucking her paws in so she looked like a little loaf. Adeleine could hear the faint rumble of a purr coming from Test Tube, letting out a sigh.

“Ribbon should be back soon...” Adeleine felt her eyelids growing increasingly heavier. It was becoming a chore just to stay awake. The combination of pure exhaustion from painting for so long and the relaxing sound of Test Tube purring made the urge to sleep harder to fight. She glanced up at the clock on the wall, then at Test Tube.

“I suppose a quick nap wouldn’t hurt... and besides... *yawn* Ribbon won’t be home for a while anyway... I’m sure she won’t mind...” Adeleine let her eyelids shut, the world slowly being drowned out as sleep took hold...

~~~{+}~~~

The door to the house creaked open, and in fluttered Ribbon, holding a multitude of bags decorated with beads. She immediately noticed how dark it was, the only light being from the plants scattered around the house.

“Addie! I’m home!” No response.

“That’s weird... usually she answers right away...” Ribbon quietly closed the door, listening intently. She couldn’t hear anything from the studio down the hall, so clearly Adeleine wasn’t in there, not to mention the lights weren’t on in there either. She didn’t hear any creaks from upstairs, so she most likely wasn’t up there either. Ribbon looked to her right, noticing that the TV was on, the light faintly illuminating the couch.

Why in the world is the TV still on? Did Addie forget to turn it off or-

Ribbon fluttered into the living room and, upon closer inspection, realized that Adeleine was laying on the couch, sound asleep. She had a blanket on, which had been pulled up over her shoulders, and a pillow taken from upstairs had been placed behind her head, both of which Ribbon suspected weren’t like that before. Upon Adeleines chest sat Test Tube, purring away. Ribbon smiled at the sight, silently fluttering over and leaving a few of the bags in her hand next to Adeleine. She glanced at the clock, shaking her head.

It’s past 11. No way I’m going to be able to haul her upstairs like this without her waking up. She does look awfully comfy though. I don’t think she’d mind spending the night down here...

Ribbon nodded to herself, taking the remote and turning off the TV, resting it on the coffee table in the center of the room before fluttering towards the stairs.

“Sleep tight, Addie. Thanks for watching Test Tube for me. I’ll see you in the morning, good night!”