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[abbeyofcyn]

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[dragon-ascent]

Zhongli as a lover is the whole package. Case in point -

Photographic memory:

He remembers you saying how much you liked sweets, so on dates, he always takes you to places like bakeries and confectioneries. New ice cream parlor just opened? You're his first thought. And on fancier outings, he makes sure in advance that the dessert spread will be to your liking.

You'd once mentioned to Zhongli, in passing, about some obscure little dolls you once saw on a pamphlet. The doll collection was from a small creator, and was set to be released in eight months. You'd thought they looked pretty neat, but you'd definitely forget about them in a few months even before their official release since you no longer have that pamphlet.

Guess what? On release day a long time later, Zhongli presents the dolls to you, having been first in line to procure them.

Attention to detail:

He can tell by even the slightest of changes in your gait, perhaps a slower walk, or a slight frown of suppressed discomfort, that your new shoes are giving you shoebite. So he takes you into the nearest shoe store and buys you some nice new comfier ones (that still go with your carefully-styled outfit). When you two get home, he'll also massage your feet with his gentle hands, kissing the bruises as he does so (his smile growing as he registers how flustered you become at that).

Emotional stability:

Zhongli is pretty much your rock, pun possibly intended, when it comes to challenging situations. Whether you need a shoulder to cry on, somebody to vent to, or simply a catalyst to help you through a difficult time, Zhongli has it all.

Any disagreements you two may have never escalate because he catches himself in time to defuse the situation. It's always you and him versus the problem, not you versus him. His communication and reasoning skills are on point.

Conversationalist:

There's never a time when Zhongli runs out of things to talk about with you. He can go on for hours about anything under the sun, and there's always a story ready on his tongue for whenever you might want to hear it. Your nights are decorated with his tales, your dreams mirroring Zhongli's narrations like they were the script and you're a part of the play.

Zhongli only prefers to share fun things with you, so that you wouldn't get bored - but you always tell him how you'd attentively listen to him go on about even laundry.

All-around Adaptability:

Zhongli can do it all - whether it's being the big spoon, little spoon, sunshine, sunshine protector, the calm one, the lovesick puppy, the brains, the brawn, the one who encourages you to take risks or the one who keeps you from doing rash things. This god is multifaceted like gold, and he chooses to shine on you.

Never shall Celestia find a lover like him again.

[jareaul0ver]

Opposites Attract

Summary: You and Nika share a class and sit next to each other. Shes always teasing you, saying you're nerdy, while you always tease her, calling her a stereotypical jock.

wc: 1.6k warnings: none really, mostly fluff, a bit of enemies to lovers if you squint pairings: nika muhl x fem!reader

im trying this in a bit of a different style bc i feel like it fits the best! lmk if you guys like it or not

"What a nerd." "Nerd? At least I'm not a meathead."

When you first got paired with Nika for your class seating assignments, you were less than thrilled. Being with the class jock was not something you were looking forward to. You assumed she was all looks and brawn, no brain.

She felt the exact same way. She couldn't believe that she was stuck with some loser nerd. At least she'd have you to rely on for projects when basketball kept her too busy, and left her too exhausted to do anything but collapse in her bed.

You were working on your first project together, and you decided to meet up in the library. When Nika finally arrived, you had your laptop out and your nose in a book. She, on the other hand, was sweaty and exhausted from practice.

"Sorry I'm late. Coach had us run at the end of practice." She plopped her bag into the chair next to her and sat down.

"Mm, alright." You mumbled, keeping focus on the project.

She stared at you for a moment before sighing. "Are you gonna end up doing this whole thing all yourself?"

You tore your eyes away from your screen and stopped typing to look at her. "Not if you show up on time tomorrow."

She rolled her eyes. "Can't help it if practice runs late."

You scoffed. "You could've texted me, we could've rescheduled."

"Whatever." She muttered as she pulled her laptop out of her bag and opened it up to the document you were busy typing away at. Her eyes widened when she saw almost a whole page finished already. "You've done this much in the twenty minutes I wasn't here?"

"Uh, yeah."

"Jesus, what a nerd."

You deadpanned. "Nerd? At least I'm not a meathead."

She took a deep breath and shook her head before forcing herself to focus on the project, the two of you being civil for your rest of the time in the library.

"Nerd." "Meathead." "Dork." "Jock."

You smiled at Nika as she sat down next to you. She flashed a bright smile at you. "Hey, nerd."

Your eyes rolled playfully. "Hey, meathead."

Your class started and the professor taught her lesson. Nika thought it would be better to mess with you than pay attention, though. She scribbled something messily on a sticky note and stuck it right onto your notes page.

You sighed and read it. 'wanna hang out later?'

She glanced at you with a hopeful smile as you quickly wrote something back, passing it back over to her. 'can't. studying and homework for other classes :('

Nika drew a frowny face and passed it back to you. You smiled a little at it, and resumed taking notes. But she wasn't finished.

She pulled out another sticky note and wrote on it again, passing it back over to you. 'pleaseeeee? i know you wanna'

A long sigh escaped your lips as you wrote an answer and gave it back to her. 'i have too much to do tonight, sorry. and pay attention before you flunk out'

She smiled and whispered to you. "I'm not gonna flunk out, I've got my favorite dork to help me."

You shook your head. "I'm not a dork, first of all. Second, you're such a stereotypical jock, always asking the smart kid in class for help."

A quite laugh escaped her lips. It sounded like a melody to your ears.

Your professor didn't find it as endearing as you did, however. "Girls, focus." Her eyes landed on the two of you before she turned back around.

The two of you giggled together quietly.

Later than night, you were doing exactly what you told Nika you would be. A mountain of papers and books surrounded you on the floor. You had flashcards laid out everywhere. You were drowning in work, and you were ready for a break, but you only had to study for one more class.

Fortunately a break soon arrived when you heard knocking on your door. You stood up with a groan and walked over, the hair in your ponytail practically falling out, bags under your eyes from the countless hours of work you've done today.

You opened the door and Nika was standing there, a plastic takeout bag in her hand. "Thought you'd need a break tonight, I brought food."

You stared at her for a moment before smiling and pulling her inside. "You are a godsend, Nika Muhl." You grabbed the bag from her hand and set it on your desk.

Nika stood behind you, looking at all your studying materials sprawled on the floor. "Jesus, how long have you been doing this for?"

"Uh, a few hours. Nothing too bad."

"A few hours? Without a break?" She scoffed.

You turned around and looked at her. "How did you know I haven't taken a break?"

She grinned at you as she took in your appearance. "By just looking at you." You were disheveled and simply looked exhausted.

"Wow, rude." You feigned offense and placed your hand on your chest.

She laughed softly and took a step towards you. "But seriously, you need a break. You're gonna wear yourself out." She brushed a lose strand of hair out of your face.

"Guess all that studying together paid off, hm?" "Guess so. Maybe hanging with a nerd isn't that bad."

It was finals week and you had been working your ass off. Late night after late night of studying with Nika had you both prepared for your exam.

Per Nika's rules, you had to take a mandatory fifteen minute break every forty-five minutes. She refused to let you overwork yourself, and for once, you agreed. You could tell she was exhausted too. She was balancing academics and her playoff games, on top of hours long practices.

You had also implemented a reward system. While doing flashcards, for every three questions one of you got right, you got to ask the other person a question. That was when you found out Nika was gay.

"That's three, I get to ask you something now." You stared at her as you sat across from her on the floor of her dorm.

"Go for it." She smiled at you.

You thought for a moment. You had already asked her about Croatia, her teammates and friends, but not anything romantically. "Ooh, I got one. Do you have a boyfriend? Or are your eyes on any guy in particular?"

She stared at you for a moment before laughing. Your brows furrowed. "What? Why are you laughing?"

"It's just funny." She took a deep breath. "How you looked at me and thought I was straight."

Your lips parted. "You're..?" She nodded. "Oh." You squeaked quietly, your face heating up. "I-I didn't mean to assume, I just figured... y'know."

"I don't think I do."

You sighed. "I just assumed you only liked guys, I dunno."

"Well I don't." She smiled. "Only like guys, that is."

"Right." You smiled a little back at her, your gazes lingering on the others for a moment too long to be considered only friendly. You cleared your throat and looked down at the notecard in your hand. "Back to studying."

She didn't look away from you. She couldn't pull her eyes away from you.

It was the day that exam test scores were going to be released. You sat anxiously in the lecture hall, in your regular seat next to Nika. Your leg was bobbing up and down as the professor explained that only two students exceled with her exam, and you prayed that one of them was you.

Nika had her eyes on you, analyzing everything you were doing. She noticed the bobbing of your leg, but also the tight grip you held on your phone, and the way your bottom lip was caught between your teeth.

"Hey." She said quietly as she reached out, placing her hand on your knee to help calm you down. Your gaze darted up to meet hers, and her expression was soft. "I promise that you did amazing."

You swallowed nervously. "But what if I didn't? What if I totally bombed it and-"

She gently squeezed your leg. "You didn't bomb it. I know you didn't. Take a deep breath." You did. You inhaled deeply and closed your eyes as you let it out. "There you go."

She wrapped her arm around your shoulder and you relaxed a bit at her touch. You leaned your head against her, closing your eyes, and hoping for the best.

The professor called everyone down one by one, handed them the paper with their grade, and dismissed them from the class to look at it. Nika had already been called, and when you were, it took you a second to snap back into reality.

You went down and collected your paper, then quickly left the room. You rounded a corner and saw no one around you, unsure of where Nika disappeared to.

You took a deep breath before opening the paper and looking at your grade. You had gotten a 98, the highest grade in the class. You let out the breath you were holding and leaned your head back. "Thank god." You said quietly.

"Everything okay?" Nika's voice came from behind you.

You spun around with a smile on your face. "I got a 98!"

She smiled at you before moving forward and wrapping her arms around you, pulling you into a hug. "Holy shit! I got a 93!" You hugged her back and smiled brightly against her neck.

You pulled back to look at her, and in a wave of emotions, crashed your lips against hers. She froze for a second before reciprocating the kiss, causing you to stumble backwards a bit.

The both of you giggled and your rested your foreheads against each other's. "Guess all that studying together paid off, hm?" You grinned.

"Guess so." She pecked your lips. "Maybe hanging with a nerd isn't that bad."

i really hope you guys like this one!! i loved writing this sm that i wrote it practically within the same sitting on the same day that I got the request. thank you anon for sending this in!!

[buckets-and-trees]

Welcome Home, Pumpkin [spiced]

Characters/Pairings: Lloyd Hansen x curvy Female!Reader Word Count: 1.9k Summary: Bad ethics. Zero impulse control. This is what everyone says about him. What will it mean for you tonight?

Content/Warnings: dubious consent, soft!dark story, use of pet name "Pumpkin," explicit smut (fingering, unprotected vaginal intercourse), orgasm denial, groping, light choking, bondage

Notes: This is the second of three in a set of short stories with Lloyd served three ways - soft, soft!dark, and dark. The three feature the same setting, overlapping themes, shared thoughts, and bits of dialogue. Spiced is the soft!dark version.

sugar pumpkin | smashed pumpkin

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You shut the door behind you and sigh, happy to be home after a long day - a long week, really. 

You slip your shoes off, hang your bag on the hook by the door, and turn on some music before making your way down the hall to your bedroom, ready to change from your professional clothes to something comfy to lounge in the rest of the evening. 

You jump when a deep, serious voice you aren’t expecting says, “Welcome home, Pumpkin.”

Your heart rockets into your throat, and you grip the doorframe. “Lloyd Hansen!”

He chuckles, rising from the spot he’d been perched on the edge of the bed. 

“You’re not supposed to be here.” 

He makes a show of bowing slightly, “And yet, here I am.”

You hesitate in the doorway, studying the face of the man you are now so familiar with. The steel blue eyes, the sharp jawline, the ridiculous mustache you hoped to avoid indefinitely. 

He looks you up and down slowly, then sits back on the bed. “Did you think I would really be stuck in a Lithuanian prison?”

You narrow your eyes slightly and chew the inside of your cheek. His eyes study you as much as you’re studying him, and you don’t want to give anything away. 

“Aw, you did. That’s cute,” he says, voice dripping in saccharine sweetness. “You should’ve known I’d be able to work myself out of there in two or three days, at most.”

You shrug. “A girl can hope.”

“Only one night, by the way, since I know you won’t ask,” he says, clearly wanting to boast. 

“And that was six months ago,” you counter. “I finished the job and got the paycheck.”

“The job might be done, but we have unfinished business, Pumpkin. And it’s more fun surprising you like this when you thought you’d never see me again, isn’t it?” he simpers. 

He might have been biding his time to drop in on your life again, and you can sense he’s eager, a bit impatient, but you also sense he will play this out the way he wants now that the two of you are in the same room together again.

And you hate the way you’ve been drawn to this man since the day you two first crossed paths. He is dangerous and untrustworthy. You operate in the daylight and occasionally step into the shadows, but he lives in the dark, revels in it. 

“Are you going to tell me what you’re keeping from me? Why you took the contract in Kaunas in the first place?” he asks, lifting his chin just a fraction. 

And oh that look does something to you - the delicious swoop in your stomach that made you weak in Eastern Europe and traitorously eager for him now. 

“No,” you finally answer. Slowly, you take measured steps toward him. 

“Fair enough. But I might get under your skin enough to change your tune, wind you up, have you singing all sorts of secrets for me.”

“How much time did you spend thinking up that line? The imagery, the alliteration? Impressive.”

“Not the only thing that’s impressive about me,” he responds without a second thought.

You scoff, but there is an impertinent flutter in your chest you try to tamp down. He talks - a lot - but from the brief time you were in each others’ orbit in Lithuania, you learned he could back up his bluster with brains and brawn. A dangerous player on the board.

“How much time did spend you think about my fingers deep in your pussy like they were in the closet in that day in Kaunas?”

His words hang in the air, a bold challenge that sends a shiver down your spine. Your mind immediately flashes back to the last day in Lithuania, when you had been alone, hiding in a closet and his fingers had boldly started to explore your body. You can almost feel the heat of his touch, his breath on your neck, and his hard body pressed against your back like they were that day. The memory floods your senses, the smell of wood and dust, the creaking of the floorboards as the hired goons patrolled up and down the hallway just on the other side of the door. And now, here he is, asking how much time she had spent thinking about it.

You couldn't deny to yourself the way your body responds to his words, his presence, craving that same intense pleasure again, but you can deny it to him. You have to.

“I didn’t want you then, and I don’t want you now,” you reply simply and walk over to your dresser, bypassing him on the bed. Methodically, you begin to take off your necklace, and then your watch, as if he’s not there.

“Want, need, crave…”

“Lloyd!” You gasp because those words are murmured directly in your ear, as Lloyd has moved with silent precision right behind you. 

“…those are all different things,” he says. He presses his hard body up against your back, pressing his pelvis up against your ass, knocking you roughly into the drawers, pinning you. “You may not want this, but need it? Crave it?”

“No,” you whimper when he grinds against you again. 

“Mmm, you made some pretty, soft sounds when we were hidden in the dark before. Wonder what sounds I can get you to make now that we’re not trying to be discreet.”

“We’re not trying to be anything,” you argue, squirming against him. 

“Anything with labels, no, definitely not,” he agrees. “But you’re itching for it, aren’t you, Pumpkin?” 

One of his large hands gropes your breast, and the other moves to your throat. He squeezes in both places, and you groan, a shiver ripping through you. 

He chuckles, “I see we like that.”

“No,” you whimper. 

“Boring!” he barks. 

In one swift motion, Lloyd hefts you up, flips you around and has you on the bed pinned beneath him, body pressing into yours. He growls into your mouth as he claims you in a filthy kiss. He props himself up slightly on one arm, and his other hand reaches to tear the front of your shirt open, rending the fabric in two. 

You look up at him, chest heaving, waiting with bated breath. 

He unbuttons the top of your pants and drags down the zipper, all the while looking in your eyes. 

“I find you wet, and I’m not stopping,” he insists, tone low, calculated. 

You could press your thighs together, try to squirm away from him, but he’s too strong, and you know what he’s going to find. You could even turn your head and look away, but you don’t want to give him the satisfaction. 

His fingers dip into your panties, and he goes straight for the cut of you, slick and wet for him, and slips a finger inside. 

“I knew it,” he whispers. His thumb presses against your clit, rubbing in slow circles.

You moan, arching into his touch, unable to resist the pleasure he’s giving you.

“Such a sensitive little thing,” he murmurs, adding another finger and thrusting them inside you.

You wriggle and writhe beneath him, unable to control your body’s response to his touch. He watches with dark satisfaction as you lose yourself in the moment.

“Lloyd,” you moan his name, and he chuckles softly.

“You sound so sweet when you say my name like that,” he coos, increasing the speed of his fingers inside you.

Your breath hitches as your orgasm approaches.

But then he pulls his thick fingers away, and a whine escapes your lips before you can stop it. Your body surges up, pelvis seeking his.

"You'll give me what I want," Lloyd purrs, his voice low and dangerous. He brings his slick fingers to his mouth and sucks them clean, maintaining eye contact with you the entire time. The sight makes you shiver involuntarily.

"Never," you breathe, but your voice lacks conviction.

Lloyd smirks, clearly not believing you. "We'll see about that."

He leans down, pressing his body against yours once more. His lips brush against your ear as he whispers, "I always get what I want. And right now, I want you."

Before you can respond, he captures your lips in another searing kiss. His hands roam your body, touching, teasing, igniting a fire within you that you've tried so hard to extinguish. You hate how easily he can affect you, how your body responds to his touch without your permission.

Lloyd's voice is a low rumble against your ear as he pins you to the bed. "You'll tell me everything I want to know."

You struggle to catch your breath, still reeling from the sudden loss of his touch. "I told you, I'm not giving you anything."

He smirks, trailing a finger down your cheek. "Oh, but you will. Your body's already betraying you. I think you’ll give me everything."

You think there’s a possibility he could end up being right, because while you didn’t think of him much after Lithuania, the truth is you did think of him. You thought of him on some of the nights alone in your bed when you had your best orgasms.

"What's the real reason you took that contract in Kaunas?" he demands.

You clench your jaw, refusing to answer. Lloyd's hand slides back to your throat, applying just enough pressure to make you gasp.

"Come on, Pumpkin. Make this easy on yourself."

Your breath catches as his fingers tighten ever so slightly around your throat. The pressure sends a thrill through you, desire boiling in your belly despite your best efforts to resist.

"I won't tell you anything," you manage to choke out, your voice strained.

Lloyd's eyes darken with a mix of frustration and arousal. "So stubborn," he murmurs. "But I did hope you’d choose the hard way."

He takes off his belt and binds it around your forearms. He yanks the clothing completely down and off your bottom half, and then he’s between your legs, cock out, and pushing his thick, blunt head against your entrance. He leans down, his breath hot against your ear. "Last chance to tell me what I want to know."

You turn your head, refusing to meet his gaze. "Go to hell," you spit out.

He chuckles darkly. "Oh, we're already there, Pumpkin."

With one powerful thrust, he buries himself inside you. You cry out, overwhelmed by the sudden fullness. Lloyd groans, his fingers digging into your hips.

"Fuck, you feel even better than I thought you would.”

You moan and push your bound forearms at his chest.

Lloyd growls, grabs your wrists, and pins them above your head in one of his giant hands.

Then he proceeds to fuck you.

Slowly.

He gives you what you won’t admit you want.

Over and over again he gives it to you, until you’re boneless, voice hoarse, throat raw, limbs aching, babbling, but somehow still fighting against giving the one piece of information he’s seemingly desperate to have.

When dawn is about to break, dazed and delirious with pleasure, you wonder which of you will break first - or if neither of you will.

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Aaaaah! So with the second one, what do you think? Was this anything like what you were expecting? Did you catch the repeated lines?

...and will you be ready for the third and darkest of the three?!

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[redrose10]

This was a request for cop Yoongi from @maryhopemei. I already had something similar drafted so I continued that. I hope it’s okay! I’m working on the requests that I have so I should start getting them out as I get them done.

<Bonnie and Clyde>

Cop Yoongi x Female Cop Reader

Warnings: Guns, violence, gangs, hostage situations, slightly suggestive, mentions of blood and murder, swearing

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Sitting in the crowd watching the newest graduating class of the police academy made you feel proud of course, but it also filled you with dread because you knew one of the rookies was going to be your new partner. You tended to work better alone and you definitely didn’t want your partner to be some newbie that was just going to get in your way.

The captain had dropped the bombshell on you last week. He was kind enough to let you choose your new partner which you promised to advise him of your choice after the graduation ceremony. As you scanned the recruits you thought back to through your options:

Jeon Jungkook: Age 26

Top of his class in physical activities, definitely had the body of a cop, would be your first choice to have next to you in a physical altercation but since you were in narcotics you wanted more brains than brawn.

Park Jimin: Age 28

Didn’t look like a typical cop but maybe that was a good thing. Aced all of his verbal and written tests. You’d spoke to him a couple times and he seemed too sweet so you knew he’d get eaten alive in your line of work and you didn’t want to be responsible for that.

Min Yoongi: Age 31

His superiors noted that he had all the skills necessary to make a great cop but seemed to hold back. He was quiet and mostly kept to himself but was very observant. He didn’t look happy to be there just like you... That was your guy.

So after the ceremony you let the captain know that you’d chosen Yoongi as your new partner much to his surprise, but he obliged and said he’d have the paperwork entered right away.

The next morning you walked into the narcotics department ready to start the day when you ran into your new partner, already making himself comfortable in the desk right next to yours.

Trying to be polite you introduced yourself with a handshake, “Hi, My name is Y/N.”

For a moment he stared down at your hand like he was pondering if he should shake it before he ultimately took it in his, “Yoongi”.

Captain Cho called an emergency meeting wanting to provide some updates on the big case you all were working on.

In the meeting room you took a seat next to Detective Kim Namjoon, one of the few people you trusted.

The walls of the meeting room were littered with photos and drawings, some scribbled with notes.

Captain Cho pinned a new photo onto the wall, “This is Jung Seo Joon. We have confirmed him to be the newest member of Saaghan as he was just recently initiated. He is the third addition this month so we have reason to believe that Kim Myung is planning an attack and trying to beef up his team. We need all officers to be on the lookout and prepared for anything.”

You took in the photo doing your best to memorize the man in front of you.

“Y/N and Yoongi please stay back. I have some things to discuss with you.”, Captain Cho announced before dismissing everyone else.

“Y/N, please get Yoongi caught up on everything with this case so far. Then I want the two of you to head to this address and scope it out. We have reason to believe that Myung hangs out here.”, the captain said handing you a piece of paper.

You nodded before stepping aside to let the captain pass.

Once back at your desk you grabbed a bunch of papers, “So we’ve been working on this case for several years. Have you ever heard of the Saaghan gang?”

Yoongi rolled his eyes, “I know more about them than you could ever imagine.”

You bit your lip trying not to say something nasty back. This is exactly why you liked to work alone.

“Okay fine. Let’s just go scope out this location then since you’re already up to date on everything.”

You didn’t even wait for him before storming off to your assigned car.

The location was a small kbbq restaurant on the other side of the city in a run down alleyway. Definitely not somewhere you’d expect a wealthy gang leader to hang out.

“There he is. That’s are guy.”, you whispered after seeing Myung walk out of the restaurant followed by six men in suits.

Yoongi’s hand tightened around his gun, “We should just kill him now.”

You shook your head, “Are you crazy? We’re severely outnumbered. They’ll definitely kill us.”

“If you were a decent cop we could take them right now.”, he scoffed.

“And I’m being a decent human being by not killing YOU right now.”, you mumbled getting an amused laugh out of your partner.

It was a few months later and you and Yoongi were finally starting to warm up to each other a little. His sarcastic remarks started becoming funnier and less annoying to you. You brought him coffee in the morning and he bought you lunch in the afternoon. One day he even dropped by your apartment to bring you soup and medicine after you had called in sick.

He also started following up on the case more and more. He provided lots of good intel on Myung and his gang which you desperately needed. You felt like things were going in the right direction and you were happy to have him as your partner.

Then one night Namjoon stopped you in the hallway and invited you back to his desk.

“Y/N I want to talk to you about Yoongi.”

“Okay?”, you questioned confused.

“I just…I…something seems off about him.”

You were feeling a little defensive about your partner/almost might be considered a friend/very secret take it to the grave crush.

“What do you mean?”, you spat.

Namjoon adjusted his glasses, “Y/N I’m not trying to be disrespectful I promise. It’s just… don’t you think it’s a little weird how he knows so much about the case already? He’s pointed out high ranking members of the Saaghans before we could even attempt to yet somehow Myung always happens to escape as soon as we get there like he knew we were coming. And Jin said he walked in on him getting dressed the other day. He said he has a tattoo…THE tattoo.”

You felt your heart skip at the mention of the tattoo. It was confirmed that all members of the Saaghan Gang had the same tattoo. It was a part of the initiation. All official members had a tattoo on the left side of their chest. A tattoo of a snake curled around a demon, the official symbol of the gang. It was a very distinct tattoo and every artist in the country knew not to tattoo it on anyone that wasn’t official.

You scoffed, “So we’re going by he said she said now? Maybe Jin was mistaken. Besides he shouldn’t be creeping on other officers while they’re changing. That sounds like an HR issue.”

Namjoon sighed getting frustrated, “He wasn’t creeping. It was an accident and why would he lie about something like that? Look Y/N…I know he’s your partner and you guys are getting close but I’m just saying to be careful and keep an eye on him.”

Wordlessly you got up and exited his office feeling angry and hurt but also a little unsure at the same time.

You spent the next few weeks trying to get a glimpse of Yoongi’s chest without making it obvious.

You suggested working out together which he surprisingly agreed to until you suggested swimming as an option. He said he preferred to work on weight training instead of cardio.

You “accidentally” spilled a cup of coffee on his shirt before conveniently pulling a spare out of your backseat. He thanked you and grabbed the shirt before walking into the nearest convenient store to use the restroom to change.

You invited him over to your apartment for dinner and drinks. You poured him shot after shot. You also had a few yourself to try and calm your nerves. Before you knew it, he had pinned you down on the couch, his mouth leaving marks on your skin as his hands roamed underneath your shirt searching for your bra strap.

You were hazy with lust. You wanted him and you were shocked yet excited that it seemed like he wanted you too. Forgetting about the reason you were even in this position to begin with you reached for his shirt and started unbuttoning it. You got three undone before he stopped you and pulled away.

You panicked thinking maybe you misread the situation.

“I’m sorry Y/N. I shouldn’t have done that. We’re both drunk and I don’t want you to feel like I’m taking advantage of you and we’re co-workers on top of it. I don’t want anything to be complicated between us.”

Before you could reassure him he grabbed his coat and stumbled out of your apartment leaving you feeling all different emotions that revolved around more than just a tattoo.

After that night the two of you remained on a strictly partner/co-worker relationship. The coffee and lunch breaks stopped. You didn’t speak unless it involved work related discussions. You were hurt and disappointed and maybe a little bit heartbroken.

Then one evening Captain Cho called an emergency meeting.

“We have received reliable intel that Myung will be meeting a new supplier at this abandoned factory located at the port. We need to dress and be ready to move out within the next fifteen minutes to meet him there. Everyone have your eyes and ears open. No one goes in alone and no one gets left behind.”

You and Yoongi loaded into the waiting van as it began the hour drive to the location. Namjoon who was sitting across from you gave you a smile and a light squeeze to your knee knowing that you still got a little nervous during raids like these. Yoongi grumbled about something when he noticed you two but you didn’t care enough to clarify.

The van pulled up to the location and you and the rest of the team exited and quietly made your way to the warehouse. You followed closely behind Yoongi up several flights of stares. Suddenly Yoongi stopped after you heard talking. Peaking around the corner you saw Myung and some other man having an altercation.

Unfortunately at that same moment your radio went off. You had forgotten to silence it, a rookie mistake. Myung shouted something and next thing you knew four men with guns were shooting at you both. Yoongi was trying to push you back as gunshots continued to ring through the air as you did your best to fire back while also ducking for cover.

Captain Cho was shouting over the radio for everyone to retreat and abandon mission. Myung took off running with Yoongi closely behind ignoring the captains orders and forgetting about the no one alone rule so you were forced to also chase after him.

“Yoongi stop!”, you shouted dodging a bullet.

“No I’m gonna kill him. Once and for all.”, he gritted through his teeth while reloading his gun. Captain Cho was demanding for your return but you couldn’t let Yoongi go alone.

“Y/N go back to the base. I don’t want you to get hurt.”, Yoongi said.

You shook your head, “No I’m not leaving you.”

Out of nowhere you felt someone shove something hard into the back of your head.

“Myung you fucking bastard. Back away from her. Now!.”, Yoongi hissed with his gun drawn in your direction.

“Or what?”, Myung spat, “Are you going to kill me? Have me arrested? Don’t you remember our little agreement Yoongi? Did you suddenly stop being a gangster and become a bitch of a good cop?”

You were confused by what he meant by all of that but the cold metal pushed into the back of your head was making it difficult to really think straight.

“Myung if you let Y/N go unharmed…I’ll…I will let you go free and take the blame for everything.”

He chuckled, “No no no Yoongi. That’s not how this works. I make the deals now. Not you.”

Yoongi looked above before turning his attention back to you, “Y/N, on the count of three run.”

You shook your head too afraid to move.

“1…2…3!”, he shouted. You tried to move but your feet were frozen. You heard two gunshots go off. The grip Myung had on your body softened as he dropped to the ground besides you and laid lifeless in a pool of his own blood.

You heard commotion above you and you turned to see Namjoon running down the stairs with his gun still drawn. You looked in front of you and saw Yoongi on his knees grasping his arm as blood was quickly soaking his shirt.

“Yoongi!,”, you screamed running towards him thankful he was wearing a bullet proof vest even though he had been shot in the arm by Myung just before Namjoon had shot him.

Namjoon called for medical attention which quickly arrived and you helped Yoongi over to the waiting ambulance.

You were talking to Namjoon as the medics removed Yoongi’s shirt even though he tried to fight it.

And that’s when you saw it. The tattoo on the left side of his chest clear as could be. You didn’t even excuse yourself from Namjoon instead choosing to storm over to Yoongi as the medic was stitching him up.

He refused to make eye contact with you until the medic was finished wrapping his arm up and left you two alone.

“Y/N let me explain.”, he said with his hands reaching out for you. He was cut off when your hand slapped across his cheek leaving a red mark.

You were fighting back tears as you bit your lip, “How could you? You’re one of them. I trusted you Yoongi. Namjoon tried to warn me and I didn’t listen to him.”

He shook his head, “Y/N listen to me. It’s not what you think. I am a member but not like that.”

You scoffed but stood silently otherwise waiting for him to continue.

“My father owed Myung a lot of money. He couldn’t pay him. One night he came to our apartment with two of his men. They…”, he took a deep breath. This was clearly hard for him to say, “They demanded the money and when he couldn’t pay them Myung killed my father. I was hiding in the closet. I was twelve years old when I watched that evil excuse of a man murder my father. Myung had his men stalk me for years. He would never kill a minor. Then when I turned eighteen he started demanding I repay my fathers debts. Of course I didn’t have the money. One night he had his men kidnap me. He told me that I either repay the debts or he would kill me right then just like he had done to my father.”, Yoongi took a shaky breath before continuing again, “Out of fear and desperation I offered him a deal. In exchange for not killing me I would work for him. To my surprise he accepted it. Over time I earned his trust and his respect and made it to a high raking position in the gang. But…but the entire time I was plotting a way to get him back and avenge my father’s murder. So when he came up with this plan to have someone infiltrate the police to get intel I volunteered. I had to do little things like let him know when we were coming so that he wouldn’t be suspicious. But now…I got him killed. That’s all I wanted and now I can move on knowing my fathers murderer is dead….and I can get this stupid tattoo removed. I’ve always hated having this disgusting ugly thing on my body.”, he said pointing at the ink.

You were left speechless. You took a few moments to to collect your thoughts until you heard Captain Cho demanding everyone return to the van immediately.

“Yoongi…I…I’m sorry you went through all of that.”, you whispered reaching for his hand, “Umm but Myung’s men will try to avenge his murder too. Once they find out you turned on him they’ll come after you. You’re in danger Yoongi.”

He shook his head, “I’ll be fine Y/N. I’m going to quit the force and I’ll move far away. But you need to distance yourself from me. They’ll come after you too if they know that you are important to me.”

“Yoongi you can’t leave. You can’t leave the force. You can’t leave me.”, you begged.

“Y/N I need to. For your safety. I love you Y/N and I couldn’t live with myself if something happened to you because of me.”

You didn’t even fully register what he had just said to you said before Namjoon walked over and interrupted you, “Listen guys, Cho is ready to loose his shit. We need to go. Hey… where did Yoongi go?”

You nodded before looking around in a panic realizing that Yoongi had disappeared. You looked through your surroundings but it was too dark and you couldn’t see him anywhere.

Dejectedly you followed after Namjoon unsure of what would happen next.

It had been twelve months since you last saw Yoongi at the port. He vanished without a trace. His apartment was left untouched. He never officially resigned from the force but just stopped showing up so they were forced to fire him. You woke up every day hoping you would get some kind of a sign that he was okay. You knew that Myungs men had set their focus on finding him just like you had expected they would. It was hard for you to hear about it but it motivated you to capture every single one of them.

On a Wednesday morning you walked into work feeling exhausted and stressed. You placed your things down on your desk before getting called into Captain Cho’s office.

He handed you a piece of paper, “We got a call from an anonymous informant. They said they have specific details about the whereabouts of Jung Hoseok, the new leader of Saaghan.���

You nodded, “Okay should we get a team together?”

The captain shook his head, “The informant demanded you come alone. He said if you had anyone with you he’d refuse to talk so you’re going to be wired but you’ll go alone. We’ll have backup holding back a few blocks away.”

You nodded nervously but agreed to go.

When you got to a similar kbbq restaurant as before you walked inside to find it completely empty. The elderly woman behind the counter greeted you and directed you to a small room upstairs already knowing who you were there for.

In the small room Yoongi greeted you with a smile. He was dressed in a suit minus the jacket, his hair was much longer than the last time you saw him and he had a noticeable scar going through his right eye.

“Y/N, how have you been?”

“Good, and you?”, you responded still in shock at seeing him.

He nodded, “Great actually, especially now that you’re here.”

Yoongi walked over to you slowly and began pulling on the wire that ran along your body. Of course he knew it would be there. In one snap he disconnected it.

“I know we don’t have long until your team swarms the place now so I’ll make this quick.”, he said putting his jacket on and then handing you a loaded gun. “Run away with me Y/N. I’ll take care of you and provide for you. I’ll keep you safe and you’ll never have to worry about anything ever again.”

“Yoon-Yoongi I can’t do that.”, you stuttered.

“Yes you can Y/N. If you want to be with me like I want to be with you then you can. You know that we can’t be together like this. A cop with a gangster. It’ll never work.”

You shook your head, “But you’re not really a gangster. We can explain what happened. Sure you’ll probably have to do a little jail time but if you agree to provide info on the gang members I’m sure they’ll reduce your sentence significantly. Then we can get you protection and everything.”

He cocked his gun hearing your fellow officers pull up, “You’re right Y/N…I wasn’t a real gangster…but a lot has changed in the last year.”

He walked over to the window and pushed it open before tossing a large duffel bag onto the roof of the building below. Then he turned in your direction. He held his hand out to you with a smirk, “So what do you say Y/N? Want to be the Bonnie to my Clyde?”

[goodoldfashionlovercorpse]

Casual (pt. 2)

pairing: Sirius Black x slytherin! potter! reader

summary: Y/n Potter has been in love with Sirius for as long as she's known him. During their 6th year at Hogwarts, they start hooking up. Sirius declares it casual, but are they both truly ok with this secret?

a/n: this is part two of my Sirius series! hope you enjoy. @hisparentsgallerryy and @planets-and-stars thanks for the support !!

warnings: angst, secret fwb situationship, jealousy, explicit language

Classes went on as normal: a few people passed while others clung for dear life. Unfortunately, Y/n shared a class with him, the one she fell for. She couldn’t pinpoint why she was glaring at him, maybe it was what Lucius had told her. All Sirius did was pretend she didn’t exist until the night. Somehow, he pays more attention to class when she’s in the room. James had sat next to her. She always felt guilty for hooking up with his best friend, he was such a good brother. Even when she was sorted, he bragged about his sister proudly, flaunting the fact she was the brains to his brawns. Sirius got paired with Snape, who was sending her glances that screamed “Help!” every time Sirius said something dumb. Gods, why did she stare at his lips? She always sent Snape a sorrowful expression, reassuring it’s just a partnership for the week. Potions had to be Snape’s and Sirius’s best class, so she didn’t worry that much.

“Ok, so, this week we’ll be brewing Amortentia. It’s powerful, so no one is allowed to drink any of it. Got that?” Slughorn asked, receiving hums from every student, “Right, now turn to page 201 and get started, you have all your ingredients set up. Have fun and remember, the first 3 groups to finish receive 5 house points each!”

As soon as Slughorn finished, James turned to the page. “Alright, I’ll dictate, you add. This should be finished by today, then ready by tomorrow.”

Y/n added the rose thorns, the pearl dust, and all the other ingredients, slowly stirring them. The twins looked at each other with puzzling gazes. “How is this gonna take people a week?”

“Maybe he wants it perfect?”

“Maybe.”

As the pair finished, Slughorn came behind them 20 minutes later. He congratulated the two and encouraged them to sniff. “What do you smell?”

James chimed up first, “Books, tea, that sweet scent of spring.” Ever the romantic, he described. From scents to scenarios, he gushed for 10 minutes as Lily stared at him, smiling. He played with his hands and then blushed once he was done. Turning to his sister, “And you, sis?”

Y/n went near and sniffed. She knew what she smelled, she knew who she smelled. But if Slytherins are taught one thing, it’s acting. “Some leather, a bit of peanut butter, and… dog?” She tried not to scrunch her nose, trying hard to come up with something, anything, to find someone else to match. Sirius was staring at her, his gaze locked on hers. “Maybe it’s Paul McCartney?” the crowd laughed. She stared at Sirius, no smile present on either faces.

Soon three more groups described their scents, the last one being Snape and Sirius. Snape described a simple smell, but she knew he smelled nothing, love just wasn’t his thing. Sirius, on the other hand, tried to finish it quickly. His hands were on his neck, resting on thin air as he bragged bout perfume and chocolate. The very things she liked. “I guess there’s the scent of a night out, doing makeup and dress-ups or whatnot,” he added, the corner of his eye directed at her. James was puzzled, staring Sirius down with pressed brows. She continued looking at Sirius’s table, seeing how Snape tried hiding under the table as girls came flocking towards their table. 

“That’s so romantic!”

“I need to buy more perfume…”

“Hey, Sirius, wanna go out?”

Before you knew it, they were being whisked off by Prof. Slughorn to go to their desks. As class ended, only four out of ten groups had finished, much to her surprise. She started packing up, getting ready for her next class. Snape came up to her as James went over to Sirius. “Can’t believe I got paired with him.”

She shrugged, “You’re both top students, it can’t have been that bad.”

“It is when you’re stared at by everyone  to smell something that’s not there.”

“Hey, everyone believed you.” she pats his back and smiles, gaining a half smile from Snape. The two went out of class, having no clue of Sirius staring at them, a layer of jealousy coated in his gaze. One that didn't go unnoticed by James. The Potter shoved his friend, mumbling something about ‘brotherly duties’. Perhaps tonight will be the night… then again, it was always casual.

Y/n and Snape went along with their classes, being joined by their other friends, but mainly just Lucius. Lucius was quite excited about the Ravenclaw party, and Snape planned on studying. Both gave her a glance, though. A sort of questioning look. “He’ll be there,” Lucius said.

She shrugged, looking down. It wouldn’t have made a difference, she would seen him tonight regardless of whether she attended, that’s how they worked. “I’ll probably go to help James and Lily.” she earned a shrug from Lucius, the other male yapping about homework and studies.

“We should start preparing for our test next week, though.”

“Relax, Sev, that’s days ahead.”

At least friendships weren’t casual, Y/n thought, laughing along with Lucius and hugging Snape. They departed at the common rooms, her having to go up. She smiled, maybe tonight will be about her.

[i-mean-y-not]

Acquaintance 

You’re pretty sure Eren Jaeger hates you.

Not because you’ve done anything remotely to set him off. You think it’s simply because you exist.

You met him six months ago during a phase you consider a blur of parties and all nighters to get papers due. Sasha introduced you two and with a mere glance he mumbled a raspy greeting. It’s been downhill since then.

Every time you see this man, his glare makes you wince. It’s not by any means a glance or a look your way. No, he full on squints, twists his mouth, and wrinkles his nose as if he’s smelled something foul.

You’re not too sure when you started caring. Somewhere between the sly glances and whispers when you come around. You’re not self conscious. You love yourself and that didn’t happen overnight.

So you avoid him at all costs. Every time there’s a get together and he’s there, you steer clear. When you happen to see him with Armin and Ony, you make your presence unknown.

But tonight he’s intent on trapping you, you think. That must be it. Because wherever you go, he’s there.

Ony’s apartment isn’t that big, but damn.

Getting a drink? He’s grabbing one too.

Need to pee? He’s in line behind you at the bathroom. And your favorite is the obvious glare he gives as you stand across the room from him. It’s almost unsettling.

Maybe it’s liquor or the edible that courses through your veins, but you find your legs walking across the room before you can control them. In a few seconds, you’re toe to toe with him.

The glare is still there, albeit softer, but there. Your mouth opens and once it again it proceeds before your brain.

“Is there a fucking problem, Jaeger?”

You suspect that he doesn’t show much emotion but the way the right side of his mouth quirks up dismisses that idea entirely. The way he says nothing irks you even more.

You figure you’ll do the talking for both of you. You look at him and your lip curls in irritation. Everyone knows about Eren. He’s not exactly subtle by any means. From the way he wears black with every outfit to the way he’s known to swing on anyone that rubs him the wrong way. Sasha mentioned that he was a nice guy once you get to know him, but nice isn’t what you’d call this treatment.

So you roll your shoulders back and lower your eye lids in silent consternation.

“I’m not scared of you.”

That smirk has become a full blown smile now. His pearly white teeth on display confuses you even more. You open your mouth again to offer some sound advice and he grabs you so suddenly that you don’t know he’s done it until you feel a light pressure around your throat. His thumb strokes your clavicle and his index finger has a firm grip. If you weren’t scared before, you are now.

Mikasa—also a new acquaintance—looks on in quiet horror. The rest of the group acts as if it isn’t happening.

“Eren,” Mikasa says, and the tone is a mix of admonishment and shock. You barely hear her speak over the pounding in your ears. She says his name again and out of the corner of your eye you see her hand reach for his hands. The hand on your throat flexes and he licks at his right canine tooth, just like a lion ready to devour his prey.

His eyes slant and glance at her in vexation. If you blinked, you wouldn’t notice. That look screamed dangerous and violent. Mikasa’s hands freeze in mid-air and drop down to her sides.

Eren’s a big guy, at least six inches taller than you and brawn like nobody’s business. The fact that he could easily squeeze just a little harder and effectively cut off your air supply doesn’t perturb you. In fact, you shuffle a bit closer to him, longing for him to do just that.

“Mm.” He makes a noise from deep within his chest and leans down until his mouth is flush with your ear. “Are you scared now?”

[yanderelinkeduniverse]

Ladies and gentlemen, may I present to you

Dingus one and Dingus two.

There are some yandere headcanons under the cut, huge shoutout to @gliphyartfan for talking about them with me and big props to @cloudninetonine because their interpretation Courage and Korodai heavily inspired this one(also I’m taking their nicknames) AND almost everything is inspired by their brief yandere headcanons on these two.

As Cloud has stated in their own post, Korodai is actually quite intelligent and clever under his goofy exterior(which he’d have to be in order to finish his own quests considering how little handholding there is).

Because of this, Korodai is quite the skilled manipulator, able to easily play insects like a fiddle and trick them into cornering themselves. He uses his silly exterior to his advantage, getting people to drop their guard and underestimate them.

In contrast, Courage is actually quite the brute, the brawn to Korodai’s brain. He isn’t stupid by any means but his strength is definitely one of his greatest tools. Courage doesn’t possess a large arsenal of items like other heroes, so he makes good use of what he does have.

Courage is so strong that it’s possible for him to tear flesh off bone, and he’s very willing to get his hands dirty after falling off the deep end. When dealing with vermin he’s all too ready to break bones, smash guts, and rip limbs off with his bare hands.

A headcanon Gliph came up with is that Korodai is actually quite religious, though it’s not something commonly shone. He grew up on the outskirts of the kingdom and worked his way up to the eyes of the Royal Family though the church, doing great deeds that eventually deemed him the chosen one.

Both Courage and Korodai are total flirts, but Courage is the one who’s more likely to do small romantic gestures for the one he loves. Things like bringing you flowers or setting up a picnic with a nice view somewhere.

Also something they have in common, both of these forbidden heroes are extremely touch starved. Their respective Zelda’s are complete tsunderes who don’t easily give them affection. So if or when they receive lots of affection from you, they don’t know what to do at first and blue screen. But soon their absolutely spoiled rotten which feeds into their other yandere traits.

Korodai and Courage are both very possessive but show it in different ways. While Courage will try and intimidate or scare off anyone that gets too close, Korodai will silently plot to get them out of the way. Often times Korodai has to hold back Courage just to make sure he doesn’t do anything too rash.

[666writingcafe]

I'd like an order of “Look at your reflection. Look at how gorgeous you are. So fucking gorgeous when we're fucking you like this." "So pretty for us, and only for us.” Beel and Satan pretty please!

Order #3

"Look at your reflection. Look at how gorgeous you are. So fucking gorgeous when we're fucking you like this." "So pretty for us, and ONLY for us." Beel x MC x Satan

Author's Note: I'm going to be referencing this. The more I wrote, the more this turned into a mini fic, so it'll take a while to get to the juicy stuff. Also, I altered the requested line slightly to make it a little less wordy, but it's the same general message.

One

Before Project Friendship, Satan and Beelzebub weren't that close. It was the classic case of brain versus brawn, and Satan didn't think he had much in common with his brother. He certainly didn't understand why Beel would constantly stare at him. The first couple of times, he thought Beel was simply zoning out, but then it kept happening, and Satan began getting annoyed. Why was his brother looking at him like that, anyway? Did he think Satan was a freak, just like everyone else did?

Satan initially found it odd that the two of them were paired together for this little sleepover at the castle, but he decided it would be the perfect opportunity to confront Beel about his staring, because it was sure to happen at some point during their stay.

And it did, on the very first night as the two of them were getting ready for bed. Satan was reading one of the books he brought along with him when he felt eyes intently on him.

"Why do you do that?!" he snarls, snapping his book shut and nearly slamming it on the bedside table. "It's bad enough when Belphie does it, and he's a lot smaller than you are. You doing it is downright creepy." Beel mumbles something, and Satan feels more enraged.

"Oh, so you're brave enough to gawk, but not to speak? Typical air-headed jock. Is there even an actual thought in your head, or is it stuffed full of cheeseburgers and french fries?"

"And you wonder why I don't talk." Beel's bluntness paired with a sudden glare shuts Satan up. "I've wanted to develop a better relationship with you for a while, but I was afraid you'd push me away like this. After all, what do I have to offer? I'm not nearly as intelligent as some of your other friends, right? I couldn't possibly understand the intricacies of the subtexts in the books you read; I'm just an air-headed jock."

The only thing Satan can manage to reply is,

"You've been reading my books?"

"Well, not your copies. I didn't want to damage them, because I know a lot of them are really valuable. But what I could find in RAD's library, I have read, including the one you brought with you." Satan glances at the book on the nightstand.

"The Blighted Marigold? I didn't think you were into mysteries."

"The author is behind a series of books that inspired some of Levi's video games. Mercury's Demise, I believe it's called. Belphie and I played them a couple of times with him, and I found myself sucked into the game's story. I ended up binging the entire series in a month. The way he writes made me feel like I was one of the characters, and I wanted to see if he'd published anything else."

"When did you find the time? Those books are massive!" Beel shrugs.

"I made time, Satan. Isn't that something you're familiar with doing?" Beel has him there. In some ways, their schedules are similarly packed with extracurricular activities.

"Did you finish this?" Satan asks, picking up the book again.

"Yes."

"I'm about halfway through this, and I can't figure out who the killer is. Usually I can by this point in a mystery, but for some reason I'm completely stumped."

"That's because the suspects are all red herrings." Beel can tell that his brother's completely dumbfounded. "They all have motives for killing Mr. Marigold, which makes it more difficult to discern the killer. But it's not any of them. It's someone that almost fades into the background but shows up time and time again. They don't say much, but that's intentional. By remaining quiet, they can get away with the murder and have one of the loudmouths put behind bars."

"You mean..." Satan trails off, his eyes suddenly widening. "Isabella?!" Beel nods his head. "But how? Why?"

"Standard poisoning. As for the why, I don't want to spoil too much for you, so I'll just tell you this: in the first couple of chapters, there are a couple of seemingly throwaway lines, but they turn out to be the very thing the detective needed to solve the case."

"And when did you figure this out?"

"After the reading of the will and Isabella's reaction to it in the next chapter."

"But that takes place in chapters two and three!" Beel shrugs.

"Pays to observe people."

"What do you mean by that?"

"Have you ever wondered why I don't say much?"

"I just assumed you didn't have anything to offer to the conversation." Beel sighs.

"So does everyone else. Even Belphie, and he knows me better than most." He pauses. "The truth is, I spend a lot of time people-watching. I make mental notes of their behavior so that I can interact with them better."

"For example?"

"Levi rambles around people he finds cute. He used to clam up, but he realized people found that weird, so he's overcompensating by talking a mile a minute. He's lucky MC finds it endearing, because his info-dumping would annoy anyone else he was trying to pursue." Satan tilts his head.

"Now you've made me curious. What else have you picked up from us?"

"The shade of Asmo's nails matches his mood. Lighter colors mean he's generally happy, while darker colors indicate his moodiness. Lucifer will grant permission to anything you ask him after four glasses of Demonus, but five will have him crying about the war, and six will make him angry and irritable. Mammon sometimes sneaks out at night to various orphanages and entertains the kids there for a few hours. They like giving him cheaply-made fabric pins, usually shaped like stars, and he attaches them to items he rarely uses as to not damage them."

"What about me?" Beel looks directly into Satan's eyes.

"You grip the spines of your books whenever you're angry but trying not to blow up in someone's face. That's how I know to keep my distance."

~~~

Two

"Diavolo's going to drop out soon." Satan glances up from his script with a confused look on his face.

"Did he say something to you?" he asks, prompting Beel to shake his head.

"His performance isn't quite as convincing as it once was. His character is supposed to be betrothed to Lucifer's, and yet it seems as though his heart's not in it anymore."

"Maybe he's having a hard time focusing." Beel snorts in bitter amusement.

"That's an understatement." Satan sets his script down on the nightstand.

"Clearly you're seeing something that I'm not. Would you care to explain what that is?"

"The nature of the love triangle is changing. Diavolo and MC are no longer at odds with each other."

"I have noticed that," Satan replies. "MC's stay here at the castle has allowed them to form a pretty solid friendship."

"I'd say it's more than friendship at this point." Satan's eyes widen. "It's possible that MC's oblivious to this, but Diavolo's developing a pretty strong crush on them. His touch and gaze lingers on them a bit too long for it to be him simply protecting them as they're healing from their mental breakdown."

"It upsets you, doesn't it?" Beel sighs.

"I know it shouldn't."

"I didn't mean to sound judgemental, Beel. I was simply making an observation. I can tell that talking about this is making you tense up." Silence. Beel looks down at his script, but he's not reading any of the words on the page. Instead, he's hoping to zone out long enough to block out his simmering rage.

"You're doing that in front of the wrong person," Satan warns Beel. "My presence tends to shorten others' fuses. It'd be better if you simply let it out while you still have control." Another sigh as Beel sets his script down on the bed.

"I want them. For myself. I know it's silly and never going to happen given how we all feel about them, but it's something that I continue craving. There are times where it overtakes my hunger for food. I can eat and eat and eat, but there isn't a single dish that's an adequate replacement for MC. Not when I get in that kind of mood, anyway."

"There's something rather addicting about them, isn't there?"

"Yes. It's like a constant sugar rush."

"Dopamine."

"Same concept, though. The more you have it, the more you want it, which makes you have it even more. It's a vicious cycle."

"And Diavolo has a tendency to hoard things he really enjoys." Satan briefly pauses. "Like a dragon."

"Exactly. Theoretically, he could order us to stay away from MC so that he doesn't have to share them with us, and we'd be powerless to stop him." Beel looks away from Satan, suddenly feeling ashamed. "And we wonder why MC's growing more annoyed with us. We're treating them like an object and forgetting that they're capable of making their own decisions. If they want to spend more time with Diavolo, then who am I to stop them? It's not like they're exclusively tied to any of us." The two brothers sit quietly as Satan mulls over Beel's words. In a lot of ways, they mirror his own internal dialogue regarding MC.

"I have an idea," he states after a few minutes. Beel narrows his eyes.

"It better not get us in trouble. We're still in hot water for what happened last night in the kitchen."

"Don't worry, it's nothing that destructive. In fact, it won't even happen until MC's settled back in at the House. But it does require some planning. Our schedules--" Satan gestures between the two of them. "--have to line up during a time when everyone else--" His fingers quickly circle the air. "--is busy and, more importantly, out of our hair."

"Why?"

"Because we need to tell MC how we feel without worrying about someone interrupting us. It might take a while, and it may get a bit noisy."

~~~

Three

A Few Weeks After MC's Return to the House of Lamentation

MC's not entirely sure how their evening turned out this way. They were studying when they heard a knock on their bedroom door, and opening it revealed Satan and Beel on the other side. When the two brothers got settled, they began telling MC how they were feeling, and the three of them had a rather long but insightful conversation. Given its length, MC thought that Beel and Satan merely wanted to get some things off their chest before it drove them crazy.

As it turns out, they had other plans.

The second Beel had finished talking, his lips were on MC's. A moment later, Satan was nibbling on their neck. Beel had lifted MC onto his lap, and their hands were buried in his hair as he continued kissing them. The sensation of Satan's teeth was driving MC wild. They had no idea Satan was this good with his mouth, and they were already anticipating where else he could use it.

Once Satan felt like he'd left a satisfactory mark on their skin, he gently pulls on MC's earlobe with his teeth.

"Would you like us to fuck you, darling?" he purrs. "We'll take such good care of you. Just say the word."

"Please."

"Hmm?"

"Please, fuck me." Satan smiles against their neck.

"Your wish is our command."

Beel lifts MC into his arms and carries them over to their bed, carefully places them in the center. MC watches as Satan and Beel remove their shirts. Their eyes drink in the sight of the brothers' exposed skin. No matter how many times they've seen the brothers shirtless, MC can't help but marvel at their physique. While Beel is certainly more muscular and toned, Satan isn't nearly as scrawny as he might appear with clothes on.

The two of them crawl onto the bed, each settling on either side of MC. Satan gently cups their face, running his thumb along their cheek.

"You are so precious," he murmurs.

"Like a piece of candy." Beel's lips graze the side of MC's neck. "Sweeter than anything I've ever tasted."

"A sweet delicacy that's all for us." Beel's mouth captures MC's again as Satan begins undressing them.

"You're going to make such beautiful noises for us, aren't you?"

"I'll scream your names loud enough to wake the dead." The two men chuckle.

"Now that would be an interesting conversation to have with the others." Beel's kisses slowly move downwards, eventually landing on MC's chest. His tongue flicks over their nipple before his teeth graze the skin, drawing out a sharp hiss from MC.

"Be gentle," they whine.

"Don't mind me. I'm merely playing with my food." His fingers pinch their other nipple, causing MC to whimper.

"That's an understatement," Satan scoffs.

"They're so sensitive." Beel's fingers tug and twist, the motion drawing louder and louder moans from MC. "I could do this all day." Satan quietly moves closer to the pair and slides a hand down MC's pants.

"Well, well, well. Did being teased turn you on that much?" His fingers push past the waistband of MC's underwear, and he begins gently stroking their slit.

"So soft," he hums.

"Can I have a taste?" Beel pleads.

"I suppose." Satan's hands move away from MC's center, allowing Beel to finish undressing them. Once MC is nude, Beel spreads their legs wide. He leans in and takes a deep inhale, his eyes briefly closing.

"Heaven," he breathes. His tongue darts out and swipes along their folds, causing MC to shudder.

"You taste amazing," Beel purrs.

"I think I'll have a taste too." Satan's mouth lands on the side of MC's neck, kissing and biting the flesh. MC's back arches, pressing their center against Beel's face as they begin riding his tongue.

"Oh, they like that," Satan chuckles. His hand slips underneath MC's ass, and his finger lightly strokes their hole. "What do you say we give them some more pleasure?"

"Yes, please," MC whines. Satan grins.

"Well, since you asked so nicely." His mouth moves away from their skin, and MC immediately misses the feeling of his teeth on their neck. The sensation is short-lived, however, as Beel's fingers slip inside them, quickly finding their g-spot.

"I think it's only fair if you also give me a treat," Satan tells them. He sits up and removes his pants, letting them drop to the floor. That's all the instruction MC needs. Soon, they're sucking on his dick like their life depended on it.

Satan moans and his fingers thread through MC's hair, gripping it tightly.

"That's it. Let me fill your throat with my cock. You're taking me so well." As they suck him off, MC can feel Beel's fingers curling, the tips grazing their g-spot. A third finger joins the first two, and soon MC is seeing stars. The pleasure's so intense, and they can't help but buck their hips against Beel's hand.

Satan briefly glances at MC's mirror before doing a double take. Its current image, in his opinion, is nothing short of a work of art.

"Look at your reflection," he murmurs. "Look how gorgeous you are when we're fucking you like this."

"You're so pretty for us," Beel quietly adds. "And ONLY for us."

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[boonsmoon]

Could you do Mu Qing x fem!reader? Where ready is a sister of Feng Xin. Mu Qing and reader never get a long until the two where sent on a mission together. The reader gets injured and Mu Qing and the reader get stuck in some room since the enemy kinda kidnaped them. You can add something yourself if you want but yeahhh

Horrendously late timing, I know I lost motivation to write and school started up again

Request Chungus Masterlist Heaven Official's Blessing Masterlist Mu Qing x f!reader Genres: Oneshot|Fluff|Platonic

Foundation of Love (1)

Coming from a life without much luck, you were at least blessed enough to ascend to heaven like your elder brother, though your ascension was much later than his. You did consider yourself lucky when you two were able to work together under Xie Lian.

However, the cycle must always come full circle, that includes luck. Feng Xin and yourself had the displeasure of working alongside Mu Qing. This man was too harsh with his words, he must have a massive ego to talk such a way while working under another!

It was this simple perception that garnered dislike towards your fellow subordinate and my did it last a long time. While very open about how you felt, the two of you at least had the sense to leave your rivalry outside the presence of heaven officials.

None of this stopped Xie Lian from catching on; however, as he was more attentive than the other gods you interacted with. Due to being around y'all often and seeing you avoid Mu Qing like the plague, Xie Lian thought the best way to help the two of you get along was sticking you together on an easy mission.

You were hesitant at first, Feng Xin and Mu Qing are more combat abled than you, they would be a better pick for the mission.

"It's because you aren't as skilled you need to join Mu Qing!" Xie Lian said, "this mission requires both balance of brain and brawn. I'm assigning you as the thinker this time." He sounded a bit too enthusiastic for this mission.

Not wanting to inconvenience the god further, you accepted the dreaded mission. Leaving, the both of you couldn't have looked more dutiful, but the moment you were far enough away it was a barrage of insults.

"Accepting a mission with you is the same as going alone," Mu Qing said, looking at you condescendingly. "You should give up and go back."

As much as you wanted to give up, you can't let him win. You're basically doing what he wants if you don't follow through! And this determination against him showed clearly, "obviously Xie Lian doesn't trust you enough if he had to ask me to babysit you."

And this continued... Until you got to the hot spot of recent ghost attacks. It was dusk already, so your mission would be starting soon, obviously not in your favor.

"It would make more sense to follow the ghost's patterns for tonight and attack tomorrow," you tried to argue, "then we know what we're up against!"

Mu Qing; however, wouldn't listen one bit, "are you telling me my skills aren't good enough? I actually want this mission to end sometime soon."

There was no point in arguing, as that would just make getting the mission done harder. So instead you both decided to split up, for each others sanity.

This turned out to be the worse plan ever! Almost 5 minutes in and already a ghost was chasing around the area. Just your luck, to get stuck on a mission with Mu Qing and wander without his protection!

With enough time passing you assumed your screams of terror would alert Mu Qing, because you just couldn't keep up this marathon anymore. It was most unfortunate when you tripped over a rock and basically had the ghost tackle you.

Lightly scratched from the ground you tried to move, but not before the ghost could get a few cuts in. The utter inconvenience of these wounds ended up hindering your pace.

You ran inside what looked like shelter to hide from the ghost, which seemingly worked because it had disappeared for a few minutes. Going further inside you realized this place may be bigger than it appeared.

Good things can't last forever though, as the ghost came sprinting back to your location, and you had to bolt it. But a few doors down, there he was, your knight in not such shining armor walking out of a room.

Upon noticing your predicament he initiated battle with the ghost, though futile as Mu Qing kept getting pushed back. Realizing this Sisyphus battle, the most sensible thing he thought to do was carry you and run.

Yes, he picked you up like a football and started running around the building, looking for somewhere to hide. Maybe an exist if you were lucky. What neither of you realized is no matter how many turns you took, how far you walked, you only ended up deeper in the building.

Noticing the ghost had disappeared, Mu Qing set you down in a random room. And thus your adrenaline died down, bringing argument to ensue.

"What was that for!? I'm not an item to be lugged around!" You furiously said. Only to be answered by an equally angered Mu Qing, "well there's not much I can do when I'm stuck fighting a ghost and trying protect you at the same time!"

You decided to take this moment to recon, think of a strategy to eliminate the ghost and escape this place. It was only after hours when the sun shone through that you noticed both of you have been stuck in here all night.

"I know we don't see eye to eye very much," you started, "but this clearly is more than we can handle, and required us to work together." Your statement was followed by a scoff.

After teamwork and piecing together clues, you both successfully found your way outside. Only to be met with Xie Lian and Feng Xin.

Both of you were confused, you only left for a day. "I can take care of things from here," Xie Lian spoke. But you and Mu Qing took that as him doubting your skills.

"We've been gone for one measly day, you can't possibly think I am in need of that much help?" Mu Qing said with you jumping in, "I second that! We just need one more day."

Xie Lian went after the ghost, which left Feng Xin to tell you what happened in the past day... Or days that is.

"Basically, the ghost was actually difficult, and we've been gone for 4 days?" You questioned, looking pale.

"Yeah... We came here to get things fixed," Feng Xin said, giving you a thumbs up.

Absolutely horrible luck you have indeed, but at least you learned to tolerate Mu Qing, and even understand him on a certain level. Xie Lian can proudly say this is the start of something new between the two of you.

i intended on this being romantic but instead it appears i went on a side quest

2 parts? enemies to friends to lovers? who knows

anyways as i said at the beginning, school started back up, so slow reqs

Part 2

[bleach-your-panties]

Sincember Event❄️❄️

🔴Post Info: UA is an HBCU. Reader is black. The boys are Alphas and Reader is a Delta. Katsuki is frat prez, because we all know he's mixed🤣

🔴I had to do a lot of research on reindeer for this, lmao.

Rating: Suggestive🍭

"Baby! Oh my God! You look so pretty and dainty. Just like a deer!"

You couldn't help but laugh at Eiiji; he always got so enthusiastic watching you get dolled up for parties.

Tonight, Alpha Phi Alpha is hosting their annual Naughty vs Nice Christmas party. It's a costume party, so all frat members and pledges are required to dress up.

Eiji is pledging along with some of his classmates: Denki, Mashairo, Izuku, and Mineta.

The junior and senior members (Katsuki, Hanta, Shoji, and Shoto) had specifically instructed the pledges to dress up as Santa's reindeer while all of them would dress as elves. Katsuki, would of course be dressed as Santa.

With you being Eiijiro's girlfriend of a year now, of course he'd be bringing you along with him to this event. 

Everyone who was anyone would be there, and lots of girls from your sorority, Delta Sigma Theta, would be there as well.

“Thank you, Eiiji! You’re such a cutie. Hey sweetie pie, will you please pass me my lip gloss on the desk over there?” 

Your sweet, redheaded boyfriend nodded happily and got up from his seat on your bed to grab the makeup product for you. “Uh, baby, which one is it? There’s like fifty of them.”

His red eyes stared down at your makeup table which contained various products for primping. 

The lip gloss you were speaking of was contained in a small jar. You had ordered it from one of your favorite Etsy shops.

With a small giggle, you walked over to help him out. 

“This one, pumpkin. The lip creams. Thank you for trying, boo.” He blushed when you pecked him on the temple with your soft, plump lips.

Eiijiro, like the gentleman that he was, pulled out your vanity chair so you could sit down and apply the gloss, called Red Hot, to your pouty lips. After adding some lipliner and blending, your ensemble for the evening was finally complete.

“Okay, I’m ready, Eiiji.”

“Awesome! Well, let’s get to prancing then, my lovely little ungulate lady!” 

“Ooo, big word! I see you’ve been studying your vocabulary lists!” He nodded profusely, making the antler headband atop his head bounce around.

Most of your peers think that Eiijiro is just a big, dumb jock but that couldn’t be further from the truth.

The two of you often have study dates in the campus coffee shop or either of your dorm rooms. 

He knows that if he wants to stay on the football team and keep his scholarship that he’ll have to study extremely hard and you’re more than glad to help him out with his goals.

Your roommate, Mina, who just so happens to be a childhood friend of Eiiji’s, is almost never in the room so that gives the two of you a lot of alone time.

—-

The Party

“Hey! The golden couple has finally arrived, now shit can finally start getting interesting!” Denki bounded over to the two of you, his own set of antlers bobbing on his messy blonde bedhead. He threw an arm around Kirishima’s shoulders. 

“Who are you supposed to be? Dasher?” You giggled as Eiijiro put Denki in a headlock with his elbow. 

“Hey, did you guys know that Santa’s reindeer are actually all females? Because, you know, male reindeer actually shed their antlers and Santa’s are always depicted with their antlers.” Eiiji piped up, happy to share his knowledge.

“Wow, dude…that was uh, very thorough. Never would have pegged you for a biology major.” Denki snickered, along with Mineta who’d just strolled up.

“Don’t try to play my baby. He’s a biology and exercise science double major, so don’t do him.” You gave Eiijiro a peck on the lips, your gloss not even smearing. 

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever. Beefcake’s got brains and brawn, blah blah. Let’s get fucked up!” 

Denki and Mineta high-fived before disappearing into the crowd.

That’s when you heard the music start up: 

Unh, how you do that?

I’m trying to pursue that

“Oh shit, Eiiji, they’re playing our songs! You ready?!” 

Eiijiro’s grin grew wide across his face and he licked over his sharp canines. One had a ruby red gem implanted in it.

“Ready when you are, babe!”

The two of you strutted to the middle of the dance floor, the party-goers immediately parted the sea and made room for the both of you.

This was the norm for you and Eiijiro whenever you attended Greek parties: your dancing always made you both the center of attention.

Drop it down on a nigga, do damage

Booty moving left to right, it’s panoramic

You bent down in front of Eiiji and touched your toes before sliding your hands up your legs. He grabbed you by your ‘reigns’ and made your ass collide hard with his crotch.

Panoramic, it’s panoramic

Panoramic, it’s panoramic

Drop it down on a nigga, panoramic

Drop it down on a nigga, panoramic

Thanks to you and Mina, he’d become a fantastic dancer. It probably also helps that you're on the dance team while Mina is a cheerleader.

That song hadn’t been playing long when the DJ suddenly switched it up:

All this money on me

All she tryna do is get naked

Naked naked naked

Like a red nose

Like like like like like a red nose

“Oh shit, babe; this one is my fav!” Eiiji hyped and you just laughed. You straightened your back and turned around to face him.

He grabbed your hips and you rested your hands on his forearms while moving your hips side to side with his.

The other patrons had cleared a space for the two of you in the middle of the floor.

All this money on me

Now come take it from a G

All she tryna do is get naked

Naked naked

And she gone shake it

Like a red nose

Like like like like a red nose

And she gone shake it

Like a red nose

Like a like a like a red nose

Eiiji then swiveled you back around and you pressed your ass back up against him. You rubbed it against him seductively then he used his thighs to bounce it from side to side. 

Once again, Eiijiro grabbed your reigns and lifted you up slightly to slam his hips into your ass before letting you drop back down.

And she gone shake it

Like a red nose

Like a like a like a red nose

You twerked your ass from side to side while Eiiji held his arms at his sides then he dipped low and moved side to side with you.

And she gone shake it

Like a red nose

Like like like like a red nose

Eiiji patted your ass cheeks like a drum then grabbed your reigns and lifted his left leg up on the side of you with your ass pressed to his crotch.

And she gone shake it

Like a red nose

Like a like a like a red nose

He continued holding onto them while the two of you yiked faster and faster. The crowd broke out into cheers and applause, even hollering out your names.

After hearing all of the commotion, Katsuki came out, dressed like a cross between Santa and a bodybuilder while Shoto, Shoji, and Hanta trailed after him in red and green elf outfits.

“Brothers!” Eiiji smiled toothily and went in to give Katsuki a bro hug. 

“The oldest and the coldest.” Shoto said in his monotone voice. Hanta snickered.

Katsuki rolled his vermillion eyes and shrugged Kirishima off of him.

"Okay, Rudolph, the Red-Haired Dipshit. Are you two almost done fucking on the dance floor so we can start the damn games?” Eiiji whined as Katsuki didn’t bother waiting for an answer and just walked away.

“Nice dancing!” Hanta gave him a grin and thumbs up before disappearing back through the crowd after Katsuki and the others.

“Come on Eiiji, let’s go show our faces and play stupid beer pong so we can ditch this and get some double-decker nachos.”

“Ooo, nachos! Come on, baby!” With a surprised squeal turned to giggle, you wrapped your arms around your boyfriend’s muscular neck as he scooped you up bridal-style.

—-

After The Party

“Baby,  -hic- they're -hic- being mean to me again~” Eiiji whined into your plush thighs as you sat criss-cross applesauce on your dorm bed. 

You’d taken off your tight leather pants and now only had on your brown bodysuit. It was so cute how clingy and whiny your handsome boyfriend got when he was drunk. Your acrylic nails stroked his thick, spiked-up locks, making him hum into your lap then nip your thigh with his teeth. One of his big hands gripped the opposite thigh and smacked it.

He also got even more touchy-feely when he was shitfaced like this.

Denki and the others had to help carry him up to your room to keep him from making a complete idiot of himself and ending up getting them arrested for public intoxication.

"Aww, baby, what’s the matter? They wouldn’t let you join in their reindeer games?"

He shook his head sadly and hiccupped again, followed up by a loud belch.

“They said…baby, they said that my nose was too bright…and, and Katsuki said that I couldn’t guide his sleigh tonight!” He lamented, completely distraught. You had to bite down on the back of your hand to keep from laughing at him.

“Yeah baby, I’m pretty sure that Katsuki wouldn’t let you drive his truck in the condition that you’re in right now.” You patted his head.

“It’s not fair!”

With a gentle nudge, you removed his head from your thighs and cupped his cheeks. Leaning down to face him, you kissed both of his reddened cheeks.

Your soft, innocent actions had Eiijiro’s dick standing at full attention in about 2.5 seconds.

He suddenly sat up and grabbed your thighs again, tossing you up towards the headboard. The bounce of your body made him giggle as he hovered over you now.

“Ok, Rudolph, what are you planning?”

"I’m sorry, you just make me so horny, baby. These are horns, right?" He slurred drunkenly. The headband on his head flopped forward and then slid off, landing on your chest.

"Antlers, baby"

"Same thing, right?" He hiccupped again.

You chuckled with a shrug of your shoulders. Eiijiro didn’t seem perturbed though as he reached down to unbutton your bodysuit.

“Can I, baby? I want to make you moan,” He paused, fingers wobbling slightly, “like a wildebeest. Hey, what sound does a reindeer make?"

You were perplexed. "I-I don't know. It's like a moose, right?" 

He shrugged. “Well, whatever it sounds like, I’m about to make you sound like that.”

“Oh, Eiiji, I think you need some water and some Tylenol-” You were cut off as he’d now unsnapped all the buttons and was rubbing your clit through your panties.

"Mmm, baby, let's play some naughty reindeer games of our own, yeah?”

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[phoenixcatch7]

Thinking about a 'sqq transmigrates (reincarnates) into dc' (specifically the jl because I don't know much about the rest), and who do you think would be funniest? I have narrowed it down to One but if anyone has anything better I'd love to hear it - Constantine, cap marvel and Manhunter were my top choices until:

Batman. Of course. Mainly because of the adoption problem and dozen kids with attachment issues, but also sqq spending his entire time internally shrieking I AM NOT CUT OUT FOR THIS I AM NOT PREPARED SYSTEM WHY DID YOU CHOOSE BATMAN. Trying so hard to fit the theme. Over preparing and stressing over every detail. A bit autism coded. 'I don't fall in love with anyone unless I choose to' wrong. 'You want me??? To?? Share my emotions?? My troubles??? I want to be a good parental figure but I would RATHER DIE'.

*internal sarcasm at local iq* *encyclopedic knowledge* *forgets he's not supposed to know everyone's identity*. "HOW DID YOH EVEN KNOW THAT??!!" 'oh I uh figured it out lol *bluffs sherlock style deduction*'. *repressed* 'Trauma? What trauma? I'm doing Great.'

Alfred is best man but sqq has been fundamentally a rich kid for THREE lifetimes now. He is unsavagable. Acts all high and mighty for the show but self esteem is garbage. UTTER COMMITMENT TO THE BIT at this point (way post svsss canon) I think sqq would genuinely implode if he didn't have a mask to show the public.

System has followed him of course and has him by the scruff of his neck every time he thinks about a more peaceful life. It has very high ooc standards as always until he first puts on the mask.

I can see superman taking over lqgs role a little. Casual friend and bestie. Always ready to help (and occasionally sky uber). Brawn to his brain but smarter than people give him credit for. Ultimate power team. Romantic tension through the roof but never wants anything more (and Bruce is completely oblivious anyway). Everyone sees it though.

Everyone assuming Bruce spent a huge amount of time training in some ultra secret Chinese mountain range (technically they're not wrong!) but no system sent him to the league of assassins he's just using the excuse to work on his cultivation. (talia tried SO HARD to seduce him but it failed utterly so she gave up and stole his dna while he was asleep (he woke up the next morning to a mission success notification and freaked)).

Unlike what his kids except, is fully caught up with memes. They hate it but that just makes him use them more. On the plus side he is susceptible to rickroll. Peak 'my darling child would NEVER how dare' at events. The only ones who know he had (has???) a husband pre reveal.

He teaches them all cultivation like a little qj peak but without the proper environment, which doesn't exist here, they're never going to reach immortality like him. He's fine about that, really :). He's accepted it. Either way that means pit influence doesn't stick, whoo!

Would like nothing more than to kill the joker :). System won't let him. He can't explain that to anyone :).

Meanwhile an lbh centuries old is Missing His Husband and Its Been MONTHS Where are his kisses from shizun??? But seriously WHERE IS HIS HUSBAND BLOOD WILL BE SPILT THE ONE WHO TOOK HIM WILL BE WIPED FROM THE FACE OF THE REALMS THEIR LIGAMENTS STREWN ACROSS THE NORTHERN DESERT AND THEIR ENTRAILS FED TO HYDRA VULTURES WHERE IS HE

Cue an enraged ancient demon emperor breaking through the walls of reality on a universe shattering rampage only for him to be batmans husband :). Who wants kisses.

[summertaters]

I love that little gremlin of a child!!😭 Do you have any names or thoughts about her? I love that she’s a grubby kid, just causing chaos in the house. Especially since Kacchako are pros so they face danger on the daily. A villain with a destructive quirk rampaging in the city? No problem. A kid with dirty shoes in the house and some kind of creature in her hands? Nightmare.

I can so imagine Katsuki’s mum feeling very smug, being one of those “you’ll understand when you have kids of your own” kinda mums 😂

I like to think Ochako would just take it all in stride to mess with him, like “oooo you ate a worm? Which flavour was it? Chocolate or strawberry?” Like it’s the most normal thing in the world just to work him up even more 😭

Do you have any more thoughts about what kind of parents they’d be? Would it just be the one kid or more? Have you thought about what kind of quirks they’d have? All good if not though, just curious to know your thoughts 💜

Ooo huhuhuhuhu, anon, I was anticipating this~

Hahhahha, YESS!! She'd overwhelm the two of them so easily. She'd be the kid that would catch a possum and claim it as her pet- and with how much of a neat freak Katsuki is, he'd feel like he'd always need to have the cleaning supplies ready.

I can picture Ochako buying some gummy worms the same week and playing into the whole thing, and whenever they'd have anything with noodles, call it 'worms'. lol Katsuki would pretend to be unamused each time. (He just loves his family even harder :3)

Mitsuki would be the smuggest grandma ever.

"Ohh, so you know the pain of having to deal with a brat of your own now? Ha! They only get mouthier the older they get!"

She'd also spoil them rotten. Always getting them gifts whenever she'd visit. (and she'd visit a lot lol.)

I have a text document filled with ideas for their kids and some rough sketches~

UNDER THE CUT

I haven't decided on names yet, but I've listed the ones that I've found and liked so far. Let me know which names you like for them, I need help brainstorming! xD

I LOVE fairietailed's fanfiction 'Silence' so, a lot of the ideas here were inspired by their writing.

All of these ideas/designs are subject to change...

Two kids. 1 girl, 1 boy.

First born:

Girl - Michi , Hinata , Riki , Kira , Miya , Mikki

Quirk: Precise 'Gunshot'-like explosions from the tips of her fingers. Sharpshooter.

Traits:

Loud, boisterous, confident, abrasive, protective, headstrong, brash, crass, open, sensitive, explosive, self-assured, action before thought, kind, honest to a fault, helpful, caring, adventurous, tough, blunt, rule-breaker

Personality:

She might give off an appearance of being a brash hard-head on first impression. Has a kinder, sweet side that deep down wants to help people. She gets frustrated easily, and will feel inadequate with her intelligence, when really she has a knack for quick battle strategy and calculations. She feels like her younger sibling has the brains, while she's dedicated as the brawn. Very emotionally open, that usually presents itself in loud laughter or in angry shouting.

Physical appearance:

Bright spikey blond hair that darkens to a brown when she's no longer a child. She keeps it short, reminiscent of her father. Hair texture like her father's. Maybe tattoos when she's an adult? Red fierce eyes like her father. Athletic and strong build. Rosy cheeks like her mother. Sharper facial structure like her father. Rounded nose like mother

Second born:

Boy - Akihiko , Hotaru , Hikaru , Yuno

Quirk: Gravitational implosion. When palms are placed together a powerful gravitational implosion is formed where he last touched his palms. The greater the distance of points of contact, the stronger the pull. Danger of mass destruction if not handled properly.

Traits:

Quiet, shy, sweet, helpful, caring, bookworm, studious, smart, thoughtful, judgmental, calm, sneaky, closed-off, flighty, socially awkward, kind, cautious, blunt, slightly arrogant(intelligence-wise), diligent, swotty, rigid

Personality:

Would give off the impression of a cool person. In reality, he's awfully socially inept/awkward when you actually try to converse with him, and he has strange interests that often confuse those who try to speak with him. Emotionally shut off, and hard to read. Has book smarts, but doesn't know how to apply them in the streets. He has a fear of his quirk, scared he may harm people to the point of death.

Physical appearance:

Bright blond hair that persists even through adulthood. Hair usually styled in front of his eyes, slightly poofy/spikey but not nearly as much as his older sister. Hair texture like his mother's. Brown round eyes like his mother. Wide-set shoulders/thicker build. Rounder facial structure like his mother. Pointier nose like father.

I think on a deep level, Katsuki would feel insecure about being a father. He's known for being an explosive hothead- how could he possibly be a good father?

The closer Ochako would get to going into labour the more nervous he'd get, which would then manifest as him becoming even more of a busy-body.

Cleaning the house top to bottom, baby-proofing every single thing known to man, researching everything related to parenting, forcing Ochako to rest and getting frustrated if she ever tried to do anything herself. It's to the point where he's overbearing and Ochako can't take it anymore!

She pulls him aside, and he opens up about his worries. They both have a good cry and vent their thoughts, reminding each other they're a team, and gaining comfort from sharing their anxiety.

Ochako points out all the things Katsuki does that makes him a good partner, and in turn, would make him a good father.

The second pregnancy would be smoother sailing. Katsuki and Ochako would still feel nervous, but more in a "We can barely handle one, how are we gonna handle two?!"

I feel like the type of parents Katsuki and Ochako would be is complementary. Say, if Ochako was overwhelmed with the kids, Katsuki would enforce discipline, and vice versa. Taking turns appropriately when the other needs a break. Kinda like a 'tag in - tag out' system, haha.

There would definitely be times where they both would encourage mischievousness with their own children. Playing off jokes or pranks they'd pull to get a rise out of each other. A fun atmosphere.

I like the idea of Ochako still being a penny-pincher even as a pro-hero. That'd cause conflict sometimes, as Katsuki might find it hard to understand the frugal mindset.

I feel like the daughter would go to Ochako more when she needs comfort, as her strong personality would sometimes clash with Katsuki's. While the son would go to Katsuki, as he would appreciate his complete bluntness and sometimes pessimistic outlook.

Thanks for inquiring, anon!~ If ya made it this far, thanks for reading my ramblings!!

[kamiko1234]

Since my glorious mutual @darkmist111 asked in my last post how I feel about Percy’s relationships, with his mom especially at the ending of the last book. As well as his friendship with Grover, Annabeth, and Tyson, I shal answer now ! So let's start with Sally. Not gonna lie ? I love that we get an MC with an ALIVE, GOOD parent to support him. It's weird how many MCs only have dead or very shitty parents if you think about it. So having Sally and Percy be like they are feels like something genuinely new ! As for their relationship at the end of the first book ? Wholesome. I love how both Percy and Sally are so protective over each other. Sally ready to sacrifice her own happiness and even life for Percy and Percy holding (In my opinion) utmost loyalty above all to his mother. Love how she immediately got Percy the opportunity to visit another school incase he wants to stay with her. I hope that Sally'll stay alive in the future, mostly because having Percy have a safe space away from the demigod world is something I think he'll genuinly need. Considering how the plot of The Lightning Thief went for him. As for his friendship with Grover, damn do I have mixed feelings ???? Like, I see that they are good friends. Percy is very attached to him despite having know him for "only" a year. But I also suspected Grover as being the traitor for ages. Meaning I sort of always looked for the cracks in it yk ?

I'm definitely still intrigued how it will develope, since Grover expressed his disdain for humanity quite a bit while including Percy in it. I also get the feeling that Grover is much less attached to Percy than Percy is to him, due to him being seemingly pretty okay with just going off being a Seeker to find Pan. Which meant leaving Percy behind. Right now I'm trying to stand back and take a new look at the dynamic without me constantly looking for clues and reasons for a future betrayal of Percy (same goes for Annabeth btw). Annabeth had a similar disadvantage to Grover since she also was a suspect for traitor for the longest time. However I do think that with her there's an interesting addition of being more connected to the demigod side of things with Percy. I'm still quite early into the series so I have no doubt more will come up- but so far their relationship seems very sassy to me. Percy obviously feels comfortable around her, and she also definitely is a long-term companion.

I also think her sort of mentor role very interesting ???? I mean, between the two Annabeth no doubt is the smarter one. She's the brains to Percy's brawn in a way. Annabeth is the one giving Percy and the audience the necessary exposition on new things to understand stuff. I think it's especially cool how Annabeth isn#t treated like a typical "nerdy girl" by Percy either. I also like the lack of romance so far between them. While not TOTALLY against them getting into a romantic relationship later on (considering there were some hints) I do prefer that Annabeth and Percy become good friends first. They are like- 12 to 13 right now, let's let the kids stay friend for now.

So now I wasn't TOTALLY sure if you also asked me about my thoughts on Luke's and Percy's relationship (englisn isn't my first language) but I'm not gonna pass up a chance to talk about my gav. So, yeah. Where do I even beginn ? Okay, so first off : similar to Annabeth and Grover I have a bit of a skewed view with Luke due to not thinking him as any sort of suspect to being the traitor in the first book. One of the reasons he became my favorite WAS that I didn't think he'd be the traitor, and I didn't want to risk getting attached to a character who'd then turn out to be a traitor (oh the irony~). But also, the fact that I just genuinely didn't think he'd be any sort of bad guy speaks VOLUMES. I do believe that Luke holds some sort of affection towards Percy, and even Camp Halfblood as a whole. I don't know MUCH about his history yet, but it's definitely fucked up and I do get his point. In my opinion I think Luke is, ultimately speaking, a child dealing with a fucked past and justified anger. Percy doesn't know that ofcourse, and I think Luke's betrayal hit him very hard on a deeper level (even tho it hasn't been shown much yet) Luke was a sort of surrogate brother to him afterall. He was the guy taking care of Percy when he first came to camp and I genuinely don't think that was simple acting. He trained Percy personally and Percy obviously trusted him. So seeing Luke go off the deep end and attempting to straight up kill him ? Yeah that must have fucked some shit up in Percy's head. I can see a LOT of future conflicts between the two. Percy especially being desperate for answers and confused by how Luke acted with him. On the other hand I can also see Luke getting a bit torn over it. Especially if you combine Percy with Annabeth. Now don't get me wrong, he's definitely off the deep end. But so far I don't think he's completely lost yet. Should Percy find out more about Luke's backstory, and maybe even develop and understanding for Luke's (ultimately justified) anger I do think that Luke could be redeemed/saved by him. I do really like the changed in the show they made with the whole reveal ! It completly refelcts on how I see Luke and Percy's relationship. In the book Luke had a sort of 180- going from cool older brother to complete psycho. It was so bad that I genuinely thought Luke's mind was being controlled or he had been switched with a doppelganger or something. In the show he seems much more hesitant. Much more wanting to recruit Percy instead of killing him. The line where Luke says- almost insists- that he's still Percy's friend despite all this is GOLD in my opinion. Luke does like Percy, unfortunately to him he thinks his revenge is more important. He does care about the people around him. HELL- that close up of Luke's face when Percy figures it all out ? The way he looked sad and somewhat regretful even ? Like he never wanted Percy to figure this all out- pure gold. So excited to see where this will go.

AAAAAANNNNNDDDDD THAT WAS ALL ! Thanks for asking, and if anyone else wants to ask me stuff or wants to hear my opinion on smth spam my ask box ^^

[ratsoh-writes]

What are the duties of the royal guard?

Here’s the old post going into detail about the royal guard and their divisions. I added a few new branches to the guard since then!

There are five divisions to the royal guard!

The foot (or general) guard! They’re the unspecialized soldiers. Trained in combat and required to keep up a certain level of health to keep tue job. They are the largest part of the royal guard by far and are considered reserve troops for whenever things go south. Since ebott isn’t in active war right now, these monsters work providing public services like cleaning roads, providing security for basic public areas, even some unskilled construction like digging ditches and helping clear fields or unused land. Many monsters join the the foot guard because 10 years of service means that you can have your schooling paid for if you ever pursue higher education.

The peace guard, aka the police force of ebott is a branch of royal guard trained as the police officers. Undyne is head of the ebott city branch, and Star is a search and rescue peace guard. These guards include the average officer, investigators and the disaster relief teams.

The royal navy is the largest active combat ready division. Ebott has a very strong navy guard with the sea and hadal monsters joining it in droves. These monsters patrol and protect ebotts borders, and even accompany ships carrying cargo outside of the country, as well as search cargo coming in for dangerous items and people. Since ebott is surrounded by sea, this section of royal guards are constantly on duty being rotated in and out at all times

The royal air force is the newest division as ebott only has a tiny fleet of war ready ships (that the rest of the world knows about ;)). It’s growing slowly, but only takes the best recruits so it’s hard to get in

The smallest but most prestigious unit of the royal guard are the royal attendants. These guards personally work with the royals and some choice important individuals as security and other duties like secretary positions. You need both brains and brawn to even be considered, and one can’t apply. A royal attendant is always chosen by recommendation only

The royal guard is the backbone of ebott. It’s the largest growing “company” employing the largest number of monsters and humans alike in the country. Without it the country certainly wouldn’t be able to run as well as it does today

[thunderbirds-showdown]

Round 2 is over and some big contenders are already gone! It's starting to get real now! I hope you're ready for even more difficult decisions coming up because it will just get harder and harder

Once again, thank you to everyone who took part this round and shared their opinions! It's interesting to see the different ways people lean and what everyone takes away from each episode.

The episodes that have been eliminated this round are:

1x05: Fireflash

1x06: Unplugged

1x07: Runaway

1x10: Tunnels of Time

1x11: Skyhook

1x13: Heavy Metal

1x14: Falling Skies

1x15: Relic

1x17: Heist Society

1x26: Legacy

2x17: Attack of the Reptiles

2x19: Clean Sweep

3x06: Life Signs

3x08: Crash Course

3x09: Flame Out

3x10: Deep Water

3x12: SOS - Part 1

3x14: Signals - Part 1

3x18: Avalanche

3x23: Venom

Previous eliminated episodes:

1x03: Space Race

1x04: Crosscut

1x12: Under Pressure

1x19: Extraction

1x20: The Hexpert

1x22: Designated Driver

1x24: Touch and Go

1x25: Undercover

2x01: Earthbreaker

2x03: Deep Search

2x04: City Under the Sea

2x07: Up from the Depths - Part 2

2x08: Lost Kingdom

2x09: Impact

2x10: High Strung

2x11: Weather or Not

2x12: Fight or Flight

2x13: Escape Proof

2x14: Volcano!

2x15: Power Play

2x16: Bolt from the Blue

2x18: Grandma Tourismo

2x21: Inferno

2x24: Rigged for Disaster

2x26: Brains vs. Brawn

3x01: Chaos - Part 1

3x02: Chaos - Part 2

3x03: Path of Destruction

3x04: Night and Day

3x05: Growing Pains

3x07: Rally Raid

3x11: Endgame

3x15: Signals - Part 2

3x16: Chain Reaction

3x17: Getaway

3x19: Upside Down

3x21: Break Out

3x22: Buried Treasure

3x25: The Long Reach - Part 1