#au: reluctant guardian

[cryptid-called-ash]

Silver Fox au in a nutshell

Vanessa: I need someone to help me and be my friend. Maybe send an angel, the nicest angel you have

(Meanwhile)

Michael, having just woken up in the wreckage of the pizzeria, still covered in ashes and dismembering what’s left of Scraptrap with a fire-axe, just to make sure he’s for sure dead this time: *hysterical laughing*

[hijacksecrets]

Art trade with @midoristeashop :D or rather, maybe just an excuse to draw my Breath of the Wild AU LMAO

I've wanted to draw this AU for ages: Hiccup as the prince of a kingdom struggling to find this supposed power he's supposed to be born with and trying EVERYTHING to unlock it, and Jack as the reluctant guardian of the prince who falls in battle protecting him and has to undergo a century long sleep... So much angst potential hehe

(yes I made the guardians black and gold because Pitch is in control of them LOL)

[startheskelaton]

One Spark AU timeline pt:2

Hurt and comfort but in space 

Nightflyer learns more about himself and learns about the history of Cybertron.

Ravage feels Soundwave die from across the universe. This sends Megatron into a depressive spiral 

Back on earth, Elita interrogates the seekers and learns about Shockwave’s plan to take earth 

Also back on earth, the cult transformer introduced back in “peace times” disappears from his cell. 

No attempt is made to capture him as shockwave’s looming invasion is more of a priority

In space, Sparkplug comes back to reality and realized she’s fucked 

In the spirit realm or whatever, Optimus punched Tarn and then merges with him

This gives Tarn Optimu’s memories of watching Sparkplug growing up as he watched her as a ghost

This forces Tarn to feel empathy for the fist time in eons, now becoming Sparkplug’s reluctant guardian

Sparkplug, Rumble, Frenzy and Soundblaster realize they’re stuck together with a bunch of sadistic psychopaths that they’re in charge of. Might as well use them 

Sparkplug starts to make a plan to hunt down the other targets the DJD have in order to get as much information on Cybertron and those in charge of it in order to take them out

Word gets back to Cybertron that the DJD went against Shockwave’s orders. 

Starscream is pissed that his children are M.I.A, along with Skywarp. 

Thundercracker and Fireborn debate on if they should head to earth to find their daughter (acid storm)

The representatives of the colony worlds are getting tired of waiting for results on the Earth missions

Wind blade: Caminus

Roadburner & WheelBlaze: Devisiun

Capelo : Arduria

Blackaracnia: Eurakus

Rom: Elonia

Override :Velocity 

Shockwave learns about the existence of Sparkplug, realizing the scientific potential in her existence 

Another transformer arrives in Iacon, looking more like a corps then a person 

Rodimus becomes closer with Nightflyer, being bonded by the fact that they want to live up to their family’s expectations, but want to live their life their own way 

On earth, Elita hears of Soundwave’s death and alerts the others. She also realizes that the young seekers are not used to war. 

Sparkplug gets to know the DJD more and learns that they were all seemingly normal bots that were twisted over time. 

The team is able to express emotions like concern and care without being threatened with death

They end up warming up to Sparkplug as their new leader much easier as a result.

They teach her how to be more aggressive in her fighting style 

The DJD get overtaken by Overlord and his group, sent by Shockwave to bring back Sparkplug 

This forces Spark to be a team leader for the first time in her life

Soundblaster sends a message to Shockwave with the help of Rumble and Frenzy, informing him that Soundwave is dead and it’s his fault 

The DJD actually fight to help one of their own for the first time 

With the help of Tarn’s ghost, the power of friendship and pure spite… Sparkplug is able to kill Overlord with the help of the DJD.

The DJD actually feel like a group that cares about one another for the first time

Word gets back to Shockwave about Soundwave and he’s absolutely furious.

A new player enters as we see the corps guy is actually the cult guy! And the cult guy… was Sunstorm

Abandoned on earth and consumed purple energon as a final resort. He would lose himself to the wrath of Unicron and become one of his vessels

Sunstorm and Shockwave form an alliance. 

While trying to heal up from the run in with Overlord, the DJD are boarded again by an unknown faction. Sparkplug, still injured from her last battle, stands tall to face the enemy boarding her ship.

It’s Rodimus and the rest of the crew. 

Well this sucks 

The Autobots put the DJD under arrest by Sparkplug’s behest

They 100% would have been executed for war crimes 

Nightflyer realizes that Soundblaster and Sparkplug are extremely close now… he now realizes how bad he fumbles both of them 

The crews returns to Earth, the only one to ignore Sparkplug’s new appearance is Elita as she immediately hugs her daughter 

Megatron is unable to look at Sparkplug.

After an encounter with Landlot, Sparkplug makes it official with Soundblaster and they begin properly dating 

Rodimus tries to talk with Bumblebee and it goes very poorly 

The Autobots realize that Shockwave will 100% invade earth, however everyone on Cybertron is in danger with him in charge.

A plan to beat Shockwave at his own game is plotted 

Earth can be considered a colony planet founded in the name of a prime. 

Since Shockwave is trying to build connections with the other colony planets and put them under Cyberton’s protection, Invading earth would go against his own administration 

Vespa Prime (Bubblebee) needs to go to Cybertron as a representative of Earth and as a part holder of the Matrix

From there, they can use the support of the other representatives to get Shockwave out of power

The new normal 

Sparkplug refuses to change back to her old frame as she doesn’t feel that it reflects who she is anymore. 

She feels unentitled to the sense of innocence that old frame gave her.

A funeral is held for Soundwave, Soundblaster is recognized as his successor and is redesigned to be able to hold his cassettes 

Nightflyer becomes an Autobot for real this time, his mission now to save him father from being a puppet under Shockwave 

Slipstream, Acidstorm and Airachnid are given a chance at freedom in exchange of helping the Autobots 

Acidstorm: Jumps at the opportunity and wants desperately to tell her family that Earth is livable again 

Airachnid: Joins as she realizes that beastmodes are treated fairly on Earth and are born naturally here. So she owes it to her fellow beastmodes to fight for them to have that freedom.

Slipstream: extremely reluctant, only joins when Nightflyer tells her that it’s the only way to save Starscream from being a pawn. She joins under the condition that she gets to lead her own seekers 

Skywarp reunites with Soundblaster and tells him how proud he is.

Soundblaster is able to fully separate himself from Cybertron because the last thing he was holding onto (a father) is here with him on Earth 

Megatron confides in Elita over the death of Soundwave. She comforts him but pushes him to face his daughter again. 

Soundblaster becomes friends with Lobo (the low rider) over a shared love of music production 

Back on Cybertron, Windblade realizes that things don’t feel right.

Starscream isn’t actually in control 

Prowl is being overworked to the point of passing out in a hallway 

All the representatives meetings with Shockwave are getting pushed back

Windblade discovers to her horror that Shockwave is trying to summon Unicron, sacrificing the colony worlds and trying to collapse realities in order to use Unicron’s infinite power to keep Cybertron alive forever 

Back on Earth, Nightflyer tries to be friendly with Soundblaster but realizes he’s seemingly a new person now

He confronts him and Soundblaster blows up on him, claiming that Nightflyer never cared about who he was, only what he was. This leaves them on a awkward note 

Megatron visits the DJD in prison and realizes that Sparkplug had been visiting them and bringing them gifts 

High grade energon, tablets to read, energon cake made by her, extra bedding and more 

Megatron accuses them of brainwashing his daughter but it’s clean that the only ones who’ve really changed are the DJD

Megatron realizes that even in her darkest moment, his daughter stayed kind and was able to fix the harm and hate  that he had inflicted on the DJD members long ago 

This forces him to face Sparkplug 

He apologizes for not talking to her, admitting that his greatest fear was her turning into a monster like him

He wanted her to have the life he dreamed of having: being a medic that helped others and never had to face the oppression of others 

Sparkplug admits that she felt trapped in both her father’s legacies. That she could never be her own person 

She tells him how she feels responsible for Soundwave’s death. She admits that she hasn’t changed her appearance at all and stays close with the DJD because it’s easier to be “Megatron: leader of the decepticons” then “Sparkplug: the girl who never amounted to anything”

The two reconcile and promise that they will keep moving forward together.

Megatron also learns about Soundblaster and Spark’s relationship… he’s wary but happy that in another way… Soundwave and him are still together

Rodimus promises Bumblebee that he’s done running away. That he wants to help his brother carry the burden of being a Prime. Bumblebee accepts but he’s still a bit salty 

The cards are set in place and it’s time to take go to Cybertron 

shorter but this is because we don't have to explain pre story timeline stuff.

part one

[rafeandonlyrafe]

sfw masterlist (contains no smut but may still have mature themes, please heed any warnings!)

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keeping secrets social media au

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[darsynia]

Steve Rogers, Royalty AU (your call if modern/medieval/fantasy), kisses for a promise.

This got away from me, deliciously. Steve/Reader, Regency-style Royalty AU with a twist, 1,600 words.

MCU MASTERLIST | STEVE ROGERS | BUCKY BARNES

Before I loved you, love, nothing was my own. I wavered through the streets, among objects; Nothing mattered or had a name. The world was made of air, which waited. ~selection from Sonnet XXV, by Pablo Neruda

Before I Loved You

You can’t fathom how worried Steve has been, stuck in a whirlwind of official meetings, ceremonial rites, and fasting periods that limit both his social obligations and food intake. The two of you have been playing a long game, steering your ancient families toward this union with feigned reluctance and rebellion, and the uncertainty is almost over. 

The Joining is minutes away.

Slumping your shoulders, you pretend to pick angrily at the embroidery on your lavish gown, puffing the delicate veil away from your face like a petulant child. As your king and guardian, your brother has taken great delight in putting you in the position to ‘punish’ his own overlord’s eldest son with the prospect of marrying his most recalcitrant sibling. Likewise, Steve has acted as though the wedding is a personal affront--all to manipulate your families into complacency.

The two of you had met by chance, finding a kinship in the desire for a more just judicial system and less social strata. The wider world has been innovating, yet the cluster of kingdoms on your isolated island have stayed in darkness. No more.

“It is time,” your brother sneers, wrenching you upright with a heavy hand on either of your shoulders. He starts moving, and you realize he’s shaming you, making it obvious to all attendees that you are here out of reluctance. With your face fully covered by multiple handcrafted layers of lace, you allow yourself to laugh, knowing it’ll shake your body in the same way that tears would.

Your brother’s pleased chuckle echoes in the cavernous cathedral space, but he’s too simpleminded to understand that you won’t be shamed by faces you can’t see. As it has been for the past two weeks of silence between you, your sole focus has been your future husband, the crown prince who is likely standing at rigid attention at the altar. Behind you, your simpering sisters are whispering to themselves about their own marriage prospects, each wearing a lighter veil and dressed similarly to you. The goal, it seems, is to imply that the crown prince may not be forced into marriage to you after all--after all, who wouldn't rather marry a doe-eyed simpleton instead of a mouthy bluestocking?

The utter foolishness of antagonizing one’s future overlord is completely lost on your brother--and you wouldn’t have it any other way. The only thing you wish you could have changed is the uncertainty Steve is wracked with right now.

You’re suddenly shoved forward, caught by a steady hand you’d recognize anywhere, despite the limited physical contact between you until this point.

“I’ve got you,” Steve whispers, and you catch your breath, nearly in tears. This good, decent son of a dying despot can’t know which sister he’s reassuring, but that hasn't stopped him. A fierce heat washes through you during the interminable vows that follow--you will protect this man in every way you can, up to and including razing your former homeland to the ground, if necessary.

Finally, the time comes to lift your veil and complete the ritual with a thumbprint of Sienna Flower. You don’t hold back the trembling anticipation that shakes your body, but you do cast your eyes down. This is the moment that could create diplomatic misery for your first weeks together if anyone realizes your deception, but nothing will unravel the Joining.

The little breath your husband lets out just before lifting your veil makes you ache for him, but his next actions shake you to your core. He lifts the veil and freezes still, the jitter of his hand translating to you through the filmy fabric. Steve growls a command to the Archbishop, crumpling the veil in his fist to pull you closer for a pollen-dusted thumb press that lands off-center on your forehead. Your headdress catches on the ceremonial metal of his jacket, tearing it from your head and giving you an unobstructed view of Prince Steven’s furious exit from the cathedral.

The resulting silence is broken by the sound of clapping. 

It is your brother.

*

The spoiled princess persona serves you very well through the resulting mess. All you need do is act like the world will end if anyone so much as speaks to you.

*

It is three long hours of ruthlessly suppressed glee before you’re alone again. You’d miscalculated the level of dedication your princely husband would have for his role, but you also know that he’ll be worried about your mental state, given the way he rejected you in front of that many dignitaries. It’s with a strong need to reassure him that you step into your new apartments, finally dressed in clothes that make you feel like a person instead of a figurehead. You’re almost in tears at the thought of his guilt, which helps serve your tearful encore performance--telling the palace staff they’ll won't be needed this night.

You slam the door behind the meek-looking maid who was supposed to help you prepare for bed, partially to ensure she’ll stay away, and partially to warn Steve that you’ve arrived.

There’s nothing like the feeling of triumph that comes from hearing a similar sound echoing through the warren of rooms ahead of you. It’s gentler, but so is Steve. You force yourself to take measured steps as you search for the source of the sound, passing the shadowed shapes of furniture and sculptures, followed by the painted eyes of countless portraits, until at last you reach the welcoming spill of bright light through a half-opened door.

Steve slammed it for appearances, then opened it right back up for you.

Your heart is burning through your chest as you quietly step into the room. Steve has his palms flat on his desk, head down, the metaphorical weight of the entire kingdom bowing his back.

You whisper his name and he turns, relief briefly replacing the exhaustion on his face. Rushing over, you hesitate just slightly, the learned behavior of false aversion still strong. Steve simply holds out both hands, and you place yours in them.

“You were magnificent,” he whispers.

“Don’t sell yourself short, your highness,” you grin, lifting your chin and making full eye contact with him for the first time as wife, rather than conspirator. “Before you ask, you didn’t hurt my hair or my pride, but no one in the room needed to know that.”

Steve squeezes your hands. “I--I think I’m glad I didn’t see the aftermath. I would have called on a royal escort to demand proof from your brother that you were unharmed. Even though it was my fault.” His lips twitch with amusement, and you’re captivated.

“There will still be quite a lot of deception ahead of us,” you warn. The prospect is so much easier to face now that you know what it feels like to smile with Steve.

“There’s one deception that we can dispense with forever, if only in private for now,” he says gruffly, lifting both of your hands up to kiss each in turn. “I have never been so happy, and never in all of history has a promise been kept with greater joy and hope for the future.” As he speaks, Steve pulls you toward him with a steady, loving determination, sliding a possessive hand to your back at the word ‘hope.’ You arch up and touch your lips to his as soon as he finishes, dizzy with the newness of permission. 

The kiss is revolutionary, destructive. The respectful, careful prince you’ve corresponded with in secret for months is a firebrand, taking you apart with each swipe of his tongue and grip of his strong hands. You’re being remade as someone braver, more beautiful even, as reflected in his eyes and by the way he’s touching you. You press as close as you can, anchoring yourself with a hand buried in his hair, another seeking the bare skin of his back where his shirt lifts from his waistband.

The shrill tone of a ringing bell tears the two of you apart. Brows furrowed, Steve stalks to the small door that provides crude communication between floors, spitting out a brisk ‘what?’

“Forgive me, highness. Your honored wife has dismissed her maid. I humbly ask if you wish for us to disrupt you long enough to prepare two sleeping spaces?”

“My princess shall gladly endure the duty of sharing my bed. Do not disturb us again,” Steve grits out, slamming the door shut. He turns toward you, and you watch, fascinated, as his demeanor shifts from rigidly furious prince to solicitous husband. The only common element between the two is an abiding tiredness you dearly wish to lift.

“It’s not a lie, your highness,” you point out.

Steve lets out a breath, and the last vestiges of the horrid facade he’s been forced to wear through much of his life seep away. You’ve done this, and you’ll do it again every night as long as you live, Gods’ willing.

Your husband holds out a hand and angles his head toward a closed door just a few steps away. You walk toward him, approximating the regal, joy-fueled walk you should have been able to offer him at the Joining. When you place your hand in his, the happiness you feel is strong enough to change the world.

The two of you agreed to rebuild the nation, and in so doing, revitalize the league of kingdoms into something more just, more prepared for the coming century. You’d never expected to find this much joy in the process--and it’s only day one.

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[potatomountain]

Chapter Twenty-Five

📍Pairing: detective ateez ot8 x detective afab reader

📍Summary: "What You Wanted"

📍WC: 3.8k

📍AU: detective/mafia

📍Genre: action, dark themes, poly romance

📍Warning(s): 18+ rating, cnc, gun threats, gun play, choking, 'kidnapping' if you squint, size kink, stomach bulge kink, threesome (of sorts), manhandling, penetration with no barrier, cream pie, ripped panties, reader essentially consents, thrill kink, multiple orgasms, dacryphilia

📍AN: Guess whats back! And a day early! 5 chapters after this but honestly so much is gunna happen hehehe

📍Beta readers (and sole motivation): @flurrys-creativity , @candypop1611 , @yourfatherlucifer , @skteezcursed and edited(usually) by the amazing: @daemour

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It occurred to you the alarm that had gone off wasn’t really an emergency, but a ploy to keep you from asking questions you shouldn’t. After all, Yeosang had been watching. You didn’t know where the camera’s were, or what he could see, but you were even more certain that was the case a week later.

You had purposely asked Haru if she knew of anything going down around that time, and she had just confirmed your suspicions. Then you picked up that later in the week the Guardians had interjected, backing up the Vipers just as you had told Hongjoong.

But the real suspicious activity was the Vipers’ increase of goods from the docks- they were doing business with the Black Pirates.

Some of the girls speculated that the Pirates were helping for more territory over the river; others said they saw that without the Vipers, they would be the target of the Wolves. You supposed both could be true, but if you were correct you knew the most viable answer: if the Vipers lost, then San was lost.

The conflicting emotions and morals inside your head and heart were starting to boil over, unable to look Seonghwa in the face as he picked you up for the night. It was later than usual, the club had been more packed than normal with quite a bit of players killing some time. You were quite good at bartending, adding a little extra alcohol for some to get their lips loose, losing track of time in the process.

Yet Seonghwa hadn't been waiting long at all when you came out the back, a reminder that Yeosang had been watching and probably told him when you started closing up. Adjusting your skirt that kept riding up you approached him, taking note of the subtle way he eyed your legs.

Good, that would make this easier.

The skirt rode up even more once you were on the bike, bare inner thighs pressed against his rear, pressing closer as the heat from the bike radiated onto your skin. Your arms were tight around His waist, chest against his back, usually shy deliberate touches were now bold ‘accidental’ touches you would constantly apologize for.

Like digging your nails into his hips when he would make a turn, or grabbing his thighs when he would stop so you could ground yourself. The way you “adjusted” your skirt every chance you got just to rub against him and press your chest closer. You could tell from the way his muscles tensed up, and the white-knuckle grip on the handles that he was affected.

Once you arrived at your apartment, you didn't immediately step off the bike, nor unlatch from him. Your hesitance to head inside showed, thankfully it played in your favor.

“Angel?” Seonghwa sounded concerned. Good. Perhaps this would make it easier to bring him inside.

Slowly you stepped off the bike, took the helmet off and appeared flustered. “Can we talk? Inside? Please?” When he appeared reluctant you added on “you told me if I had doubts to talk to you. You aren't going back on that now?”

He softened, shaking his head and stepping off the bike once he turned it off. “Of course not. Let's head inside.” With his hand on the small of your back you made your ascend to your apartment.

Each step felt like an added weight on your heels, glancing back as you held his hand. If he could tell you were nervous, he didn't let on. Maybe you could play it off with your concerns. Seonghwa was a smart man though, so who knows how long you could keep up with deception.

Hopefully long enough to subdue him.

Once inside your apartment you kicked your shoes off, taking his hand once more once his were off too. “What is it, Angel?”

His obvious concern felt like a knife in the already growing wound. “Has Captain told you… about what we did in the gym a couple weeks back?”

Only because you were looking for it did you see it: the slightest tell of recognition. He buried it quickly under a look of confusion. “No, he hasn’t. What did you do?”

That obvious lie was like a shot of adrenaline. A sharp reminder of what you had to do. Any thought you had about asking him straight out was dashed from your mind.

With a coy smile you pulled him by the hand to your bedroom, his gaze dipping to the way your hand worked off the zipper of the jean vest you wore, nothing but the lace bra under it. The undercover work required more revealing clothing, but this you wore with this moment in mind. “I sucked him off, I wanted to do much more than that but there was an emergency.” Your words clearly affected him, just as you wanted, but you were still cautious. “But I haven’t seen or heard from him since… did I do something wrong?”

Seonghwa followed your every step, letting you pull him into the bedroom as your vest was opened and chest displayed. “You didn’t do anything wrong Angel… I’m sure I would’ve known about it.” You were positive he did know though.

“Then… can you ease my worries? W-with Chan I-” You trailed off, playing the part of dejected woman perfectly as you pulled those feelings to the surface. “I don’t want any more uncertainties about if I’m wanted or not. Please? Just a reminder?” It helped you had been so vulnerable with Seonghwa before, he didn’t seem to suspect it was staged.

Not as he followed you onto the bed, lust taking over his features as he reached out, fingers trailing over the lace bra. “We’ve been neglecting you again haven’t we Angel?”

You nodded, scooting more and more back on the bed so there was plenty of room for you both. “Just a bit.” The closer he got, the more you shut off your emotions. The wants and desires to do this under different circumstances. To completely indulge in the way his gaze devoured your body, to trust him with your heart, and give yourself over to the partnership the eight of them had.

But you weren’t one to trust so easily, not any more, and you couldn’t handle the lies. Not after everything. This wasn’t a desire for them physically any more, or a need for respect in their work. His lips on yours felt like a game, as if they gave what you wanted just to keep you at bay, to twist and manipulate you so you suited their needs.

This was personal.

You kissed back just as you wanted to, because even as your world was crumbling you still desired him, desired them. His touch still had heat pulsing between your thighs, still had you so eager to lose yourself to the way his hands worshiped your body. Over your breasts, down your sides, pushing your skirt up so he could slot his thigh between yours.

With a ragged moan you rolled the two of you over towards your right, straddling his waist and grinding down on his hips with clear desperation. “Hwa~ You look so good like this, under me.” Your lips were back on his in a heated kiss before he could respond, rolling your hips to stimulate the growing bulge you could feel. You were throbbing imagining it inside you, hitting deep every time you slammed down.

Shaking those thoughts off, your hands slipped up his shirt, slowly pushing it up. His kisses became hesitant, pulling away once your fingertips met his perky little nipples. “W-wait Angel, my shirt…”

“What about it?” You trailed kisses along his jaw, pulling one hand away to grab his hand and place it back on your ass when he had pulled it away. “Are you shy?”

“A little… please?” He pushed at your hands, pleading up at you.

With a reluctant sigh, you nodded, moving your hands to brace yourself by his shoulders, capturing his lips again as your hand slid into his hair. “Just don’t stop touching me then.” Thankfully he listened, his hands back on your ass, kneading the flesh there as you continued to kiss him.

In an instant it all shifted, the gun you were now pressing to the side of his head the reason. You kept one in your pillow to help you sleep better at night ever since you started the undercover work, and it was a blessing once you started to suspect.

Slowly you leaned back, keeping the gun trained on him as you wiped away all signs of desire from your features. “Cut the bullshit Seonghwa.”

He too had a stone expression, eyes hard as he stared down the barrel of your gun. “What are you doing?”

“Getting answers. You know how good of a shot I am, so why don’t you just listen to what I say and you’ll walk out of here alive.”

“With Mingi right next door?” He cocked a brow, meeting your gaze.

You smirked. “Really? That’s your retort? Nothing about my morality or oath I made as a cop? But threatening me with Mingi next door? You don’t want to get the police involved in this, don’t you? Better to kill me and cover it up huh? If I’m willing to shoot you, don’t you think I’m willing to shoot him too?”

His jaw went tense, eyes flicking away for a brief moment. If you still believed that he did care for you, you might take that as a sign of remorse. “What do you want to know?”

“First-” Keeping the gun trained with precision, you grabbed his hands and pulled them up to the headboard where you had a pair of cuffs hidden. “I knew you would look good in bondage.” When he pleaded your name, you tightened the cuffs. “Don’t. You had plenty of chances to tell me.”

“Tell you what?” He insisted, seemingly unaffected by the gun as you moved down his body and pulled his shirt up. He went deadly still, your eyes falling on the very evidence you needed. Scrawled on his ribcage, were the words “Black Pirate”.

Gone was the last bit of hope, the last chance you could convince yourself that you were being paranoid and that your distrust was wrongly placed. And with it, you just snapped. Laughter boiled out of you, insane laughter like this was the funniest, craziest thing to have ever happened. “I- I can’t believe it. I was right?”

You didn’t want to be.

“Angel-” Seonghwa’s plea was cut off by the muzzle of your gun being pressed to his lips.

“No. Don’t call me that. I’m not that.” You sneered out, laughter gone. “I wanted to trust you. I did trust you. But this? The Black Pirates?? Seriously?” 

It irked you how his gaze softened, concern there like a mother wanting to comfort their hurt child. “We were going to-”

“Tell me? When? After I fucked you all? Killed someone for you? Got so deep in that I wouldn’t have any escape if- Oh my God you were huh?” You swallowed hard at that daunting realization. “You were only going to tell me when I was so far in that you had no choice. Not because you trusted or cared for me. But because you were stuck with me and once I had enough blood on my hands only then would you tell me?”

He couldn’t meet your gaze. It hurt even more.

“The team comes first, it’s our shared secret, our personal feelings don’t matter.”

With a rise of anger clogging your throat you pressed the gun closer. “You had me believe I could be part of that, but I’m not. I’m not part of the team, of any of this! You used my vulnerability over Chan against me. Took advantage of the way they just tossed me aside. I trusted you, but you couldn’t trust me? Not without…” You broke off, shaking your head and trying to clear your thoughts.

You were a detective first. You had the law to uphold. This was not the right way to do it. Taking a deep breath to calm yourself you climbed off him, keeping the gun trained on him as you patted down his body. You found a gun on a calf hostler, tossed it on the chair out of reach with his pants, patting both down for any wire or tracking device. You turned his phone off for good measure, knowing Yeosang could probably track the location.

The whole time Seonghwa was watching you with that look in his eyes that was making your blood boil, but he didn’t speak. 

With the silence it gave you a moment to think. What could you do, this was a member of the black pirates- the higher up would be pleased. But you were also aware you had no way of bringing him in alone. Your evidence was nothing more than the tattoos now and the fact Seonghwa wasn’t denying that yes, they were. It was the whole unit too, and being the department of organized crime- well they would be the ones who would normally be called in to deal with this.

But you also couldn’t just let him go. You’ve held him at gunpoint, threatened his and Mingi’s life, and you knew their secret. They weren’t going to give you a chance to get evidence against them, nor were they going to let you live for very long either. You had this one night to figure it out.

Burning the bridge with SK was now a very bad idea. You were entirely alone, and doing something reckless and stupid.

No wonder why you got transferred.

“Angel-”

You swung back around to point the gun at him again, your emotions boiling in the pit of your stomach. “Stop calling me that!”

“Then talk to me! I can’t help-”

You climbed on top of him quickly, pressing the gun to his forehead as you sneered. “Help? Why the fuck would you want to help me? Your team comes first, and I’m not part of that remember.”

“Is that what this is really about?”

“No!” Yes- screamed in your head. “The Pirates have been active long before any of you became detectives. Wooyoung isn’t even an official one, and with the way Yeosang can erase an entire person from the internet, with access to police records and sealed files, I’m sure he could make any crimes you all did just disappear. Could make me disappear.”

“And you’re smart enough that you know this entire situation only hurts you, whether I live or die.” Seonghwa attempted to reason with you, and you wanted it to work. “So let me help you. Let me go, we can go talk to Hongjoong, and we can resolve this together. You don’t have to do this alone.”

You wanted, more than anything, to believe him. And you would’ve. You lowered the weapon, just an inch as you blinked back tears, only to jump into action when you noticed a shadow in your peripheral, adrenaline still pumping through your veins. You plummeted to the bed, large hands pushing your body down as the gun was tossed from your hands.

Instead a large hand was on your throat, squeezing hard enough your windpipe felt tight. Yunho stared down at you with such a murderous glare that any belief you had in Seonghwa was dashed. How could you talk it over with someone who wanted to kill you?

“Yunho! Don’t!” Seonghwa pleaded as you choked, grasping at his gloved hands to try and get him off you.

“She had a gun pointed at you so don’t give me that shit!” He snapped back, tearing his eyes away for just a second long enough for you to turn the tables. You kneed his balls and then kicked his leg to have him stumbling to the side. With a timed punch to his own windpipe you were out of his hold and rolling off the bed to grab your discarded gun. 

He was quick to recover, grumbling curses as he followed after you, grabbing your leg to pull you back on the bed. With a silent gasp of surprise, you kicked back at any part of him you could, hitting his jaw then shoulder, just to have him grab your other leg and have more leverage against you.

You managed to get the gun, grabbing it and bringing it up just as he had you on the bed again. He stilled, staring down the barrel of your gun as he held your waist down. “You reeeally want to do that, butterfly?”

The nickname brought back flashes of the club, the desire you had seen then once more in his eyes which just astonished you. He was panting, busted lip and a smirk on his features as he stuck his tongue out and licked the muzzle of the gun, daring you to pull the trigger.

He used your befuddlement against you, lifting your hips with one hand so you could feel the bulge in his pants, catching the spark in his eyes as he stared down at your throat where you knew there were bruises forming. Bruises in the shape of his fingers.

“Yunho- don’t.” Seonghwa warned again, something different about his tone this time that had you afraid of something else. They were mafia, meaning they committed crimes, killed people and probably-

You swallowed, throat sore as you tried to speak. “I’ll shoot-” It came out like a croak, much less threatening than you hoped for.

He laughed around the muzzle, tongue still playing with it like he was kissing it. “Yeah? Do it. Shoot me. Come one baby girl, you can shoot me, or you can fuck me.”

“For fuck’s sake Yunho now isn’t the time!!” For the first time since you had pulled the gun Seonghwa began to squirm to escape, attempting to at least. It would have clicked sooner in your brain if you weren’t so fixated on the way he licked the gun.

“But it is… isn’t it? You wanted us, wanted to trust us, and now that you think we don’t want that you’re lashing out. You want proof yeah? That we still want you?” Yunho’s words cut deep but-

He wasn’t wrong.

At your core, you just wanted a place to belong. No matter how well you did on the job, how many things you achieved, it all meant nothing without someone to trust. Someone in your corner. You’ve never had that, and they have given you a taste of their corner.

You wanted that. But it meant nothing unless they wanted that.

All the fight was pulled from you as Yunho flipped you over, holding your hands above your head with one hand as he ripped your panties off with the other. He was rough. Two fingers shoved into your pussy before you could even react.

“She’s so wet Hwa- fuck. You get off on the fight baby girl? Like to be choked and tossed around? I like doing that to you.” Yunho whispered in your ear, nibbling at the flesh as his fingers pumped into you roughly.

The gun was still in your hand, you could easily point it at Seonghwa to get Yunho to stop. This was wrong, he was being mean about it and yet-

With a moan you dropped the gun, instead gripping the sheets and lifting your ass for more of what he was giving you. “Told you.” He chuckled darkly, fingers removed just to get shoved into your mouth.

Even as he let go of your wrists to undo his pants, you remained pliant under him, glancing over at Seonghwa while you sucked your own juices off the two appendages. He had stilled, watching the scene before him while biting his lip.

You held his eye content as Yunho pushed his entire length into you, a raspy cry leaving your sore throat and eyes going wide. You knew how this looked, especially on paper, but you made no effort to stop it.

Not when Seonghwa looked at you with such impatient desire your pussy throbbed around Yunho’s dick slamming into the deepest parts of you. His size matched Mingi’s, and there was the drag of metal on his tip that hit all the sweet spots with you still being so tight. No pleas to stop would be coming out of your mouth, just moans and pants as you just gave in.

Yunho fucked you with such a force the whole bed shook, his hand grabbing your throat again to bend you back, the shift in angle having you cream on his dick with the lack of oxygen. You felt high, even a bit like you were going to pass out, but you latched onto consciousness like your life depended on it.

In a way, it did.

“That’s it. Maybe San was right, you are made for us. Taking my cock so fucking well- I can see it bulging out your cute tummy. See that Hwa?” Yunho rasped out against your ear, staring down your front.

Seonghwa shifting into your view was not what you were expecting, his now freed hand pressing against your stomach and hissing. “You’re being too hard on her.” Yunho must have tossed him a spare handcuff key and you were just too delirious to notice.

“The brat was acting out, I’m just- ngh fuck- putting her in her place.” Yunho’s words were now heavier, his grip on your throat different from when he was choking you earlier, this time with the intent to be pleasurable for you. Couple that with Seonghwa pressing down on your stomach where you could feel Yunho bulging it out with each thrust, you felt completely fucked dumb.

Just let them do what they want to you, because at least they wanted you. Tears sprung in your eyes, from the pleasure, pain, and raw emotion that began to surface.

Seonghwa wiped them away, now kneeling before you and cupping your face in his hands. Finally you moved your own hands, grabbing his biceps to hold on as both you and the bed rocked harder from Yunho’s growing erratic thrusts. “It’s alright Angel, we’ll take care of you.” His soft words were a harsh comparison to Yunho’s roughness.

You couldn’t formulate any words as another climax hit you, this time your vision becoming hazy as your eyes rolled back. Fucked through your orgasm, as soon as Yunho’s hips stopped their assault you blacked out, the last things you felt were hot cum filling your womb and gentle kisses on your face.

In the darkness of your mind, both warmths eluded you… drowned out by how utterly broken you felt.

Taglist (Capped): @mingsolo | @wowie-hockey | @crispybaguettes | @tiny-apocalypse

| @philijack | @lelaleleb | @isiloiale | @vannabanana1995  | @piratequeen-queenofgames

| @starstruckforyou | @minheeskitten | @amphiroxx  | @cloudysannie | @sugarnspice630

| @sanhwalvr | @plutoneu |  @sousydive |  @fatalt | @iwishiwasrichasfuck

| @bitchwhytho | @st4rhwa | @thesafecafe | @alextheweeb7 | @ddaeing

Taglist will be continued in a reblog!!

[cheekybarnes]

hello + welcome! i’m ash (she/they), fic writer in my mid 20s based in the pacific northwest. i mostly write marvel x reader fics—heavy on bucky barnes for now, but more to come!

my work contains everything from tragic endings and emotional gut punches to soft fluff and chaotic banter. i do tend to lean toward darker themes, but every piece is tagged with content warnings!

requests are open!

see what i'm currently working on here

↓ masterlist below the cut ↓

bucky barnes x reader

drabbles/headcannons:

five times he almost did: five times bucky didn’t say ‘I love you’—and one time he did.

short reads (<6k):

margin of error: you skip the med bay after a mission that left you bruised and bleeding to keep bucky from finding out you’re hurt—not realizing he’s home early.

interim measures: (thunderbolts/bucky x reader) after officially moving into avengers tower, the team is still figuring out how to coexist. game night doesn’t help, but it does bring its own kind of messy, necessary magic.

something worth holding: you bring bucky flowers for his birthday—something no one has ever given him—and what starts as a simple gesture turns into something far more significant.

under the snowfall: snowed in at a safe house, you start a snowball fight with bucky, sam, and joaquin, and chaos quickly follows.

long reads (6k+):

a place to land: after a night out goes violently wrong, you call bucky—without knowing what you’re even asking for. he shows up anyway, staying long after the worst of it, until you finally start to believe you’re safe.

high water: you’ve stopped keeping track of the bruises. bucky hasn’t—and he doesn’t say anything, not until the patterns start looking too much like his own.

into the void: (THUNDERBOLTS SPOILERS) inside the void, nothing is real, but the trauma is. as memory turns to ruin, bucky is found by the only person who ever made him believe he could survive what was done to him.

fault lines: after getting laid off from your job, you're doing everything you can to keep it together. bucky—your partner, your constant—refuses to let you go through the unraveling alone.

the shape of a life: you didn’t plan to become a guardian overnight—and you never planned to ask bucky for help. he wants a future you’re not sure you believe in, and now you’re both standing at the edge of it.

no way but through: a snowstorm swallows the world whole, leaving you and bucky stranded in the middle of nowhere during a mission with no way out.

a love letter to stone: you were bucky’s fiancée, a love left unfinished by war, spending decades at his grave, never moving on. but when he finally comes home—broken, free, too late—you’re already gone.

salt in the blood: you live in a quiet fishing town far from the mess of politics, superheroes, and global conflicts. at least, you did, until a stranger with sharp eyes, a metal arm, and a haunted look shows up at your dock asking for a boat. (dark themes, slow burn)

series:

a seat at the table | congressman!bucky x journalist!reader

journalism was supposed to be about the truth. politics was supposed to be about power. neither of you were supposed to be here. but when bucky barnes—former assassin, reluctant congressman—leaves you with more questions than answers, you find yourself caught in a different kind of story. part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4

point of impact | civil war!avengers/bucky x transported!reader

in your world, the avengers are fiction—comics, movies, nothing more. then a lab experiment goes wrong, and you wake up mid-civil war with no way out and no script to follow. part 1

it’s not what you think | avengers tower au

OLD FIC! you come to the avengers tower late at night with a black eye and bucky finds out it was caused by your abusive boyfriend. (old fic, beware of subpar writing!) part 1 | part 2 | rewrite coming soon???

steve rogers x reader

oneshots:

a place to burn: you and steve were lovers once—until the accords split the team and you chose tony. now three years after the snap, a failed mission forces you back into his orbit, where five years of silence finally demands an answer.

peter parker x reader

oneshots:

saudade: OLD FIC! you wait for your best friend peter to come back after heading towards a spaceship in the sky while on a field trip so you can tell him how you really feel.

[yanderes-galore]

I have seen requests were open! I have one, if it's okay-

Platonic yandere catnap/Theo x little(maybe trans if your comfortable) sis reader

Who he had gotten out before the hour of Joy all those years ago, but is back now trying to find him?

(Idk, I love sibling relationships and yanderes-)

Have a good day/night!^^

I'm just going to keep it general female pronouns as it just... doesn't change the story much? Here's more CatNap, this one is closer to canon than the normal AU I do.

You aren't actually related to Theo in this to make the plot work, but he sees you as his Little Sister... if that's okay? It doesn't change much plot-wise, I promise.

Yandere! CatNap with Little Sis! Darling

Pairing: Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Female Darling, Obsession, Overprotective behavior, Human experimentation, Violence, Death, Drugging (Poppy Gas), Kidnapping, Stalking, First portion of this Darling is a child, Second portion you and CatNap are adults due to the time skip, Violence, Murder, Blood, Religious themes, Forced companionship.

A long time ago, you were raised in the Playcare Orphanage alongside Theo.

However, you weren't really one of the orphans.

Your parents were either scientists or perhaps even the founder of Playtime Co.

You were merely dropped off at Playcare to be watched, unaware of all the experiments going on.

Well... how could you be aware in the first place?

You were only five....

Theo was actually a playmate of yours, but you two acted like siblings.

Theo, the troublesome kid, saw you like a little sister.

You two were often seen playing with one another.

Scientists and your own parents originally were concerned when Theo grew attached to you.

The kid was a known troublemaker, often blaming his behavior on his "imaginary friend".

Supposedly he even spoke to you about his "friend", yet at your age you didn't entirely understand him.

You also saw Theo as a friend and sibling, even expressing despair when you learned Theo had gotten himself into a bad accident.

Truthfully, you never knew the real fate of Theo.

You were still often visiting Playcare when CatNap was introduced.

You were told Theo was "adopted" and "moved away".

In reality the kid became CatNap, reborn in a new body due to the Bigger Bodies project.

CatNap retained some memories that Theo had, but was essentially a new being.

He was the new guardian of Playcare, one meant to "protect and discipline" the orphans.

CatNap scared many of the kids or just... didn't get along with most.

However, with you?

Scientists noticed that CatNap was oddly attached to you.

The large cat hovered around you, acted playful and affectionate, and seemed to dislike you playing with other children and Smiling Critters.

The going theory was CatNap remembered you from when Theo was alive.

After all, CatNap often rambled about "The Prototype", it would make sense if he remembered his playmate.

Many STAFF were reluctant to pull you away from CatNap.

The large purple cat often picked you up, curling around you and purring.

STAFF were often met with hostility when they tried to take you away.

You had grown to adore CatNap, the large lavender smelling cat often putting you to sleep and watching over you.

You played with CatNap for years, perhaps four years after he was created.

You were around nine or ten before your parents wanted to stop you from going to Playcare.

They knew you were getting too old and CatNap (who would probably be around eleven or twelve) was getting too overprotective of his playmate.

CatNap still saw you as close to him, although the lines between sibling, friend, and playmate often blurred together.

You were taken out of Playcare before the Hour of Joy.

While you were sitting at home, no doubt with either your mother or father, CatNap was panicking when he couldn't find his best friend and sibling.

Poor you had no clue about the truth of Playtime Co.

Not until ten years later, where you return to the factory to learn the truth.

By this point you're just about in your 20s, which means CatNap would be too.

It's been years since you've entered this place.

You want to know the truth about Theo... only beginning to realize your mistake once you're trapped inside.

I imagine you follow a similar journey to the player character in Poppy Playtime.

You meet Poppy, you defeat Huggy Wuggy and Mommy Longlegs...

Eventually you return to Playcare... and memories come flooding back.

You know you need to escape, but you're also scanning your surroundings for answers.

All the while CatNap is hunting you... soon realizing just who you are.

It's been years and you have matured into a young woman.

CatNap feels a pang of envy deep within him.

Perhaps deep down he wishes he could've grown up alongside you.

CatNap doesn't hunt you for food or a sacrifice to The Prototype... he hunts you because you mean a lot to him.

Memories spark within him, times where you two would play and you'd even call him "brother".

It didn't matter if you were really related or not... you were bound together.

Even as the guardian of Playcare he cared for you.

He was devastated when you were gone.

But now you're here...!

Now you can play again!

CatNap would probably make his move eventually, stalking and watching you until the time is right...

Then, without warning, he'd use his Poppy Gas to knock you out.

If you had a gas mask, he'd break it before making you hallucinate.

When you eventually fall asleep... CatNap would pick you up by the back of your clothes and carry you down into the depths of Playcare.

Mini Smiling Critters scurry around in the dark but remain obedient when CatNap growls at them.

The large cat takes you deep into his territory before placing you down.

Like he did when you two were younger, he curls around you protectively.

You wake up eventually to the smell of blood and the faintest smell of lavender.

You're wrapped tightly in the tail of CatNap as the beast purrs and growls away in his sleep.

Upon your attempts to struggle against him, the cat shoots awake and glances at you.

You freeze when you see the beady white eyes stare back at you...

Only to hear and a loud purr as the cat nuzzles into you.

Nearby is CatNap's shrine to The Prototype, the cat silently happy that his prayers have been answered!

Now you two can play together... forever.

CatNap no doubt makes you, his little sister, worship The Prototype.

Mini Smiling Critters are docile towards you, mostly because CatNap would eat them if they weren't.

Speaking of eating... You often see CatNap hunt other toys and drag them to you.

The mix of toy and flesh is... nauseating to you.

However, you can't eat anything else.

Resulting in you trying to adapt.

Escape is near impossible without a Grab-Pack.

Even if you had one, CatNap never lets you out of his sight.

Despite you being an adult, CatNap still treats you like a little kid.

He never leaves your side and is incredibly protective of you.

If you tried to leave him, he'd have you gassed to drag you back.

In his own way... CatNap loves you.

He loves his little sister and playmate...

You two can now play in Playcare just like old times... even if it kills you in the end.

[superbat-love]

Monster AU. Bruce gave a long suffering sigh at the next name on his list.

“Kent,” he greeted him curtly, wanting to get his nightly hunt over with.

His victim, Clark Kent, lit up when he saw him. “Bruce! I had hoped you’d be the one to show up tonight,” he said.

"It’s the Bogeyman to you,” Bruce replied. “I told you to control your emotions when you’re fighting and not attract attention, Superman. I’m a busy monster, and I have bigger fish to fry.”

Clark looked crestfallen. “Can’t I be your exclusive prey?”

Exhaling slowly, Bruce weighed his options. Unlike other nocturnal predators who preyed on the innocent, he only targeted criminals. Yet, lately, he'd found himself the reluctant guardian angel of a specific alien whose energy signature attracted magical creatures like moths to a flame.

Of course, his services weren't entirely altruistic. Clark's fear, potent enough to feed his family for a month, served as a fair trade for his protection.

"I’ll think about it,” Bruce growled. Black tendrils floated menacingly around him. “Now, feed me!”

"Okay~ Today I’m going to watch this horror movie that was recently released. According to the reviews, it’s really scary,” Clark announced, showing Bruce the video on his laptop.

“Zombies? Figures you’d pick the most incompetent monsters to be scared of.”

Clark scooted over on the sofa, patting the seat next to him. Bruce sat down, scowling at Clark when he slung an arm across the back of the sofa, but Clark just grinned back innocently at him.

Bruce gave a scathing critique of the movie over Clark's terrified yelps. He fell asleep nestled against the man halfway through, but he did manage to harvest a significant amount of fear that night.

[acewithapaintbrush]

Since I'm ready to post the first chapter soon I wanna talk about my new Gravity Falls AU idea:

It's pretty much about Stanley becoming some kind of protector and/or guardian for the mythical creatures in and around GF. After the portal he found some caged specimens in Ford's lab and set them all free cause he can't stomach seeing something in a cage (for obvious, trunk shaped, reasons). The creatures of GF have no concept of twins though so they quickly decide that Stan has set them free because he must be a changeling of the mad scientist that captured them which means he's one of them. And so they come to him for all kinds of stuff they need human(shaped) help with ("my friend got caught by hunters, my buddy fell down a drain" etc)

At first Stan is MORE than reluctant, wants nothing to do with them. All he wants is his brother back, he has no time to play paranormal handyman.

But 30 years is a long time and he can't help but grow fond of the little fairies that like to playfully pull his hair and giggle when he pretends to be mad or the gnomes that stubbornly leave some daisies on his doorstep once a month because they are still looking for a new queen. He brings the multibear new CDs every few weeks and gets talked into listening to them with him. The unicorns he could live without but one of them is actually a decent poker player.

Soon enough he goes from a paranormal errand boy to a true friend and protector who is also under the protection of some of the most powerful creatures deep in the forest.

The story will take place pre-show, during the show and of course the aftermath of Stan losing his memories. I mean, I guess you can imagine the fallout of Ford returning in such an AU...

I'm having a lot of fun writing down ideas for this AU. It was supposed to be a oneshot but I'm having so much fun this is gonna be something longer.

EDIT: HERE IT IS

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63643339/chapters/163130758

[nomazee]

dan heng x gn reader — 1.6k — long overdue continuation of my dumb delinquent au (and the two remaining fans cheer in delight), high school au, probably very americanized, probably ooc, very super incredibly vague implications to sad things but it's so blink-and-you'll-miss-it, himeko is dan heng's adoptive guardian in this au, do u guys hate me for the hoops i'm jumping through to squeeze every character in this au, reluctant friends-to-crush-to-lovers fast/slow burn unbearable unspoken feelings trope

drabble no. 1 of this series/universe, u should probably read this first heh...

notes: hi guys, i'm back after taking yet another unplanned year-long hiatus, hope u missed me! (the crowd stays quiet) i bring u another delinquent au drabble because the worms got to me and i couldn't help it OK, OKAY?!?! enjoy! :3

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Dan Heng hasn’t seen much of you in the last week. 

It’s unusual, he defends his worries to himself, very unusual. Despite not having a single class with you, he sees you often. In the last few months since he’s known you, he’s seen you at least three times a week after school, sometimes bloody and other times free of any injury, but the point is, he sees you. Talks to you, lets you walk him home (and pointedly doesn’t let you take him to any antique stores or overpriced tea shops on the way there). 

Today is Friday, and the fifth day straight that he’s stood in the courtyard behind the school for thirty minutes after dismissal, waiting for you to show up, appearing in a breeze of glitter and dust like a poorly-practiced magician. It’s the fifth day straight that you haven’t shown up, and he’s starting to realize how paradoxical your friendship feels. 

Dan Heng is hesitant to even call it a friendship. It feels weird—it’s like he’s known you for years, like he’s grown up with you on the same block in the same neighborhood, except in truth he’s only known you for three months, and he just learned your birthday last week after (embarrassingly) prying it out of you. He doesn’t know where you live, which front door to knock on so that he can check up on you, he doesn’t even have your phone number. All he can do is circle the perimeter of school grounds, waiting for you to show up, or looking for a top hat somewhere so he can pull you up out of it like he’s the poorly-practiced magician and you’re the bunny that he’s unethically shoved into a top hat. 

Luckily for him, though, fifth time’s the charm, and on his (miserable, lonely) walk home, he bumps into you as he rounds the corner to his block. Like, really bumps into you.

He hears a semi-familiar shout of horror as he stumbles back, the sudden slam of pressure on his nose making his eyes water, and he clasps his hands over his nose (it doesn’t hurt that bad, he swears), and then your hands are grabbing his shoulder and giving him a firm shake before he can even process that it’s you he’s just stumbled into. 

“Oh!” You shout, and he registers the tilt of your head through his watery, cloudy vision, “It’s you! I was looking for you.”

Dan Heng feels like— laughing, dryly, or maybe grabbing your shoulders back and shaking you until you reflect on how ridiculous you sound—as if he wasn’t the one wandering school grounds for an hour each day for the last week in search of you, like a lost dog, and god he really hopes no one caught him doing that, but at the very least March 7th definitely saw him, which means it’s going to hit the rest of his social circle eventually and he’ll have to hang his head in shame and stay silent when all his friends ask him why he was moping for five days straight. 

“Looking for me?” he mumbles, repeating your words instead of coming up with a thought of his own because he’s still sort of reeling from the sudden sight of you and the buzzing ache in his nose. “Am I bleeding?” 

“Oh,” you say, yet again, and he feels your hands take his wrists and pull them away from his face so that you can get a good glimpse of him. “Nope, no blood. Thank god. I’d feel really bad if I had to return you to Himeko with your face mangled.” 

“Return me,” he echoes again, and in two seconds flat he sobers up and straightens his posture and finally gets a good look at your face. “What? Where have you been?” 

“Around,” you answer vaguely, like you always do, and Dan Heng is now half a step closer to actually shaking you by your shoulders and turning you upside down until the truth falls out of your pockets like cartoon coins. “I’m back now, though! I wasn’t going to get a perfect attendance award anyways, so it’s kind of whatever.” Your lips quirk up into a stupid smile, and your eyes are scanning his face and his potentially bruised nose bridge. “Did you miss me?” 

“Yeah,” he admits, like an idiot, and he unfortunately doesn’t miss the sudden stalling of your expression, the way your smile freezes for half a second and the twitch in your brow. “No,” he quickly rights, but it’s a moot point by now, “whatever. What do you mean, around? Have you been at school at all this week?” He finally looks down at your clothes, which are very much not any kind of school-uniform-adjacent garb, but rather a collared shirt with some kind of logo on the top left. 

“I’ve been working,” you say, and it’s maybe the most honest and straightforward answer that Dan Heng will ever get from you, so he relishes in it for a moment. “You know, a job. Have you heard of that before? Jobs? Employment?” 

“That’s allowed? Are we allowed to work?” 

“Well,” and you do it again, glance off to the side before coming back to him, “I hope so. I’m not looking to quit this job so soon. They hired me, so it’s all good. I just had to miss school this week so they could train me, but I’ll be back on Monday. You’ll get your daily dose of me again soon, don’t worry!” 

Working. Dan Heng doesn’t know much about your schedule, what you do after school besides annoy him and walk him home and get into fights with seemingly invisible and untraceable and unnameable people, but this feels like one more piece in a thousand-piece puzzle where half the pieces have been drenched in water and bent. He feels two steps away from knowing more about you at the same time that he feels miles away. 

“I’m at the movie theatre,” you tell him, “so you should come visit with your friends some day. Four to ten P.M. on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. You can introduce me to your friends properly, you know,” and you have that nearly-tense, nearly-dishonest quirk of your lips, and you’re looking right at him like you’re trying to tell him something without saying it, “unless you’re too embarrassed to let them meet me.” 

This is not the first time you’ve said things like this, not by a long shot. Dan Heng thinks back, and is sure that you say something along the lines of aren’t you embarrassed at least once for every two times that he talks to you. Scared you’ll get caught with me? you asked him just last week, like being with you was a surefire way to get cursed or shunned or ostracized. Dan Heng doesn't get it, and it doesn't sound like you want him to. 

“No,” he says, steadfast, realizing belatedly that your hands are still around his wrists from when you’d tugged them down off his face, and his skin beneath your fingers is heating up rapidly, but so are the tips of his ears. “That’s not it,” and he really doesn’t have the strength to say anything deeper than that, so he dodges, “what were you doing on my street? Did you go to my house?” 

You’ve been caught. Sheepishly, you let go of his wrists, one hand going up to scratch the back of your neck instead, looking at his neighbor’s dead half-dead rose bush next to the sidewalk. “I kind of figured maybe I’d check in on you, or something. Ask to hang out. But when I came at three, you weren’t home yet, so I just kind of hung out with your mom. I was leaving just now. Figured you were busy, or something?” 

It’s an open-ended question, one that Dan Heng is very unwilling to honestly answer—if he did, he’d have to admit that the task that was oh-so-arduously occupying his time after school was sitting in the courtyard like a grieving wife waiting for her spouse to come home from war. He shakes his head instead of explaining anything—that should be enough of an answer. 

“She gave me cookies,” you continue in lieu of a real response from Dan Heng. “Seriously, am I the only one that eats them, or am I, like, stealing your only source of food every time I come over?” 

“The first one. I hate those things. They’re dry. I don’t understand how you eat them like that.” 

“Woah! Rude! Whatever, more for me. Hey, you’ll help me with all that schoolwork I missed, right?” You punch him in the shoulder playfully, which might’ve knocked the wind out of him had it been aimed any closer at his sternum. “I think we have almost all the same teachers. And I'm a quick learner, so it won't be so bad for you."

“Fine,” he says with a faux reluctance that would really only be convincing to a child, “I can walk you home.” 

“Haha,” and you punch his shoulder again, soothing it this time with a pat before you trail your hand up to the side of his neck, clasping the side of it with your warm palm, like you’re holding his pulse in your hand, and Dan Heng holds his breath so you won’t easily feel the rapid thump of blood underneath his skin, “maybe next time, champ.” 

You’re smiling again, laughing when you look at the paling expression on his face, like you know something he doesn’t, and he barely has time to feel disappointed at your easy rejection before you laugh, breathy, one more time, and say goodbye. 

(Himeko, to Dan Heng’s utter misery, hounds him for “details, the whole story, what did they say, Heng?!” the second he steps into the threshold of his house, keys still dangling from his hand. Terrible, awful, miserable. He does in fact, tell her everything.)

[sardar106]

This is for anyone who wants to make/find any Sherbverse, Fable SMP, Bound SMP and Mer SMP roleplay accounts! …Queue56 character rp accounts too

The characters who have more than one account will also be added

I will put the Sherbversions in their specific world too, but both Midas and Charles will be only on the sherbverse list

The list will go alphabetically (hopefully)

Tell me if I missed any and if new ones are made!

Not that I’ve seen any, but I should have said this before. Do not, and I mean do not make an rp account of anyone who stated that they aren’t okay with them.

Sherbverse

Sherberts:

Ashril: pigeon-prince-or-something, run-run-roadrunner Ajax: ajax-lightning-zephyr, lighting-in-my-veins Caine: the-better-coyote Cedar: cedars-potionshop EP-S110N56 (Epsilon): error-404-location-not-found Helix: hidden-amongst-the-dark, eyeblood-engineer Icarus: icarus-morningstar, icarixis-morningstar, icarus-m0rningstar, a-little-tragedy-arent-you Janis: cracked-dice Krithos: kritos-dawn Midas: colorful-shades-of-gray, quixis-midas, your-guardian-this-millennia Reo: armoured-fighter Ripley: navigating-spectral-seas Sherbert: elf-lad-says-things Sherwood: sleepy-pirate-person Tartarus: iyearnfortheholes

Sherbverse misc:

Azalea: local-herb-lady Charles: charles-and-no-one-else Emma: emmie-ocie-golden Graeme: the-betterstellam Haley (Events): archer-of-the-dark Haley (GMS): silly-swords Hayraen: hey-a-skyrate Helios: helios-event Lily: the-lil-lady Rae (Among Us): scientist-in-orbit Rael: shifting-through-the-void Rayko: host-of-curses Rondael: rondael-richard Theia: flowers-by-a-different-name

Sherbverse AUs:

Band AU: - Icarus: songbird-soars  - Midas: under-rainbow-spotlights Hero Villain AU:  - Icarus: the-forgotten-alchemist, the-reluctant-angel - Midas: abnormal-realities, snowy-rainbows Arcane Icarus: golden-smokebomb Corrupt! Icarus: wilted-feathers Decaying! Icarus: decayed-wings-of-gold Epic AU! Icarus: i-miss-my-husband-tails Evil Midas: drowning-in-the-light Icarus as young Quixis: lost-in-the-bright-lights Icarus raised by Fable: prince-of-the-gilded ^^^ + younger than Rae: im-prince-icarus Icarus raised by Ulysses: bird-underwater Icarus raised by moms: icarus-mindstar Icarus with wither sickness, wack, and decay: protector-of-decay Midas as new Quixis: rainbows-of-flashing-lights Midas with Malitae: rainbow-decay Racer AU! Icarus: winged-alchemist Sherbert as Quixis: the-fading-purple Werewolf Icarus: howling-feathers

Fable SMP

Characters:

Aax: thebesttesttubeuncle, tiny-perseus Arisanna: the-librari Athena: athena-morningstar, small-athena Caspian: caspian-solcrect Centross: centross-mistvale, baby-reaper Easton: easton-pine, professorpine Fenris: fenris-nightingal Icarus: icarus-morningstar, icarixis-morningstar, icarus-m0rningstar, a-little-tragedy-arent-you Jamie/Bruin: bruin-pine Momboo: momboo-pine, rain-and-rotting-flowers Oceana: ocean-bringer Rae: rae-m0rningstar, vessel-of-wonder, rae-morningstar13, little-rae-morningstar13 Seven: that-one-robot-guy Ulesses: ulysses-themist Ven: reclusive-author, notafakeginger, wet-fox-artist

Gods and NPCs:

Alerion: little-space-major Aurelius: wealthiest-god-alive Cari: cari-morningcrest Casus: casus-luck, siren-of-luck Daeira: lil-land-shark Enderian: enderian-morningstar Epros: the-void-of-the-end Everett: everett-morningstar Fable: fable-creation, king-of-the-overworld Hope: hope-pup Isla: isla-morningstar Jerry: jericho-cree Kinaxus: protectorofenergy Lennarius: the-silent-undead Malitae: x-malitae-x, god-of-expression Netherum: nethrum Oscar: oscarlittleguy Perix: perix-illusion Soul: goddess-of-souls Raemond: raemond-morningstar Terry: the-best-cree-brother Vaeh: thebestestnightingstar, loyalty-goddess-pt2 Vikesh: vikesh-moon Vorago: vorago-god-of-depths, god-of-depths and also Fable pets cus why not: fable-pet-collective

Fable AUs:

Arcane AU: - Athena: flameof-zaun - Caspian: piltovers-solcrest - Centross: timeless-reaper - Icarus: golden-smokebomb - Rae: zauns-morningstar, the-undercity-scientist Band AU:  - Aax: drum-olm - Arisanna: songs-of-the-allay - Athena: flame-sings - Caspian: cas-chord - Centross: song-reaper - Fenris: singing-wolf - Fable: creation-records - Icarus: songbird-soars  - Isla: orchid-morningstars - Malitae: artist-on-the-stage - Rae: void-star-singer - Ven: wet-fox-artist Corrupt AU: - Centross: the-violet-reaper - Fenris: vengful-danger-wolf - Icarus: wilted-feathers - Momboo: rain-and-rotting-flowers - Rae: the-skulked-puppet Epic AU:  - genderbent Centross: queen-of-ithaca - Icarus: i-miss-my-wife-gods Hero Villain AU:   - Alerion: shattered-space-and-stars - Arisanna: allay-of-memories - Athena: prince-of-the-flames - Calypso: seashell-crowns - Cari: young-villain-of-memories - Caspian: villian-of-memories - Centross: reaper-offline - Enderian: listener-of-the-mind - Fable: gilded-hand-of-gold, hero-chronicle - Fenris: lost-star-wolf - Haley: the-forgotten-oracle - Icarus: the-forgotten-alchemist, the-reluctant-angel - Isla: wilting-orchid - Malitae: the-masked-artist - Momboo: poisoned-pine-tree, underground-blooms - Netherum: ashes-of-a-god - Ocie: ocean-maker, hero-of-the-tides - Oscar: golden-artificer - Perix: cracked-mirrors - Rae: void-drake, heroendprince - Seven: hero-in-code - Soul: taken-by-the-darkness - Ulysses: scientist-or-monster - Vaeh: stars-and-paws - Ven: vigilante-of-poets - Will: travler-of-writers Racer AU: - Caspian: racer-of-the-wind - Centross: violet-racer - Icarus: winged-alchemist - Rae: racing-through-the-stars - Ven: the-writer-racer Skulked AU: - Aax: decaying-test-tube - Ocie: polluted-ocean Decaying! Icarus: decayed-wings-of-gold Evil(er) Perix: sculk-eternal Fable be good dad: guiding-gilded-light Fable if Icarus became Quixis young: creation-by-a-god Icarus as young Quixis: lost-in-the-bright-lights Icarus raised by Fable: prince-of-the-gilded ^^^ + younger than Rae: im-prince-icarus Icarus raised by moms: icarus-mindstar Icarus raised by Ulysses: bird-underwater Icarus with wither sickness, wack, and decay: protector-of-decay Rae if he took Enderian’s deal in s1: prince-of-the-court Rae raised by Enderian after Ic’s “death”: son-of-mind Rae raised by Fable after Ic’s “death”: never-his-son Royal AU! Alerion: lucenare-of-space Werewolf Icarus: howling-feathers Withering! Athena: withering-alliums Wither! Soul: wither-soul

Mer SMP

Bite: the-last-exorian Faye: shark-biter Krithos: kritos-dawn Raylen: raylan-dawn Theodore: theo-sealan, theosealan

Bound SMP

Skybound Characters:

Ashril: pigeon-prince-or-something, run-run-roadrunner Atlas: winged-warrior-1 Gavrien: fashionable-bird Marcel: cardinal-north Mojave: the-onewinged-artist Rune: engineer-lad Sylph: zip-zap-sylph Vast: ranger-of-the-sky, the-remaining-cadere13

Skybound misc:

Castrel: castrel-is-hunting Jade: littlebirbie Jasper: stringtheif

Skybound AUs:

Racer AU: - Ashril: roadrunner-racer - Atlas: kingfisher-racer - Gaverin: race-designer - Marcel: cardinal-racer - Sylph: flying-racer Pokemon AU! Vast: ranger-of-the-sky

Queue56 - Fandom

Altair, by lxvenderfrog: bright-fallen-star Bookie, by bookgirlblondie: bookie-rp Calliope, by aspengracelive: calliopekv-q56 Casper, by whosthere54: casperrambles Cazeri, by dreamystarlive: little-snowy-fox Chronicle, by water-nightmare: book-of-a-fallen-king Echo, by bug-be-gaming: echoqueue56 Expyr, by xwidezmaz: the-experience-eclipse Gilded, by emberunderscore: your-golden-hubris Gray, by does-a-nein-hit: notes-from-the-void Jade, byp rayfire456: bird-with-an-axe Kairos, by kai0sunflower: once-a-traitor-always-a-traitor Niki, by rima-niki: eepy-crab-with-a-knife Lumi, by luminescentaura: jewel-within-a-burning-fire Lunar, by lunar--iris: queued-in-code Milo, by thepersonwithoutaname: milo-the-nearest-light-source Pine, by lynxthewolf1: phantombirbinapinetree  Rowan, by rotheworm: rowanqueue56 Rowan, by shokonicole: q56rowanblack Saranya, by sardar106 (me): a-fallen-eos Skye, by remithedestroyer18: thecorruptedlittlewolf Sparrow, by sage-is-in-fact-very-tired: running-can-only-get-you-so-far Whisper, by whisperinglore: whispering-in-the-wind Zei, by linxmc-27: dragon-without-wings-and-claws

ohhkay. this took a lot of brain cells /pos and as stated in the beginning, tell me of other accounts!

I thought I’d add this here too; make sure to use #roleplay on every post/reblog and the corresponding rp tag when roleplaying any of them!

also! I have made a google docs with the same exact list, but with the links of each account intro if you press the username link to that!

[d3lly1000]

SILVAZE FAMILY IS HERE!!!!! I've been thinking a lot about the concepts I wanted to explore with them and their lore and I'm finally satisfied with the result! Even though I'm not a big fan of Silvaze, I think the dynamics between them are interesting to work with. And for my AU, they're quite relevant!

Here are some fun facts about them in my Sonic Next Gen AU:

Blaze and Silver, the Empire of the Guardians.

- Silver and Blaze were together at the end of the Great Incident at the End of the World, a bigger problem that arose and began with Villains already known to them and Sonic's gang. - After Blaze became Queen of the Sun Empire, Blaze lost contact with Sonic and his friends. She could no longer return to their dimension, as she now understood the consequences her Trips there had within the Dimensions. - Her routine became more hectic than ever, although she always remained a responsible and organized Cat in her duties as Royalty. - Silver understood that Blaze was an important part of his life after all the past events, and so he made the Sacrifice of staying by her side in her Dimension. Leaving his future origin and his old team in it, who were now also in good hands and safe, in an emotional farewell. - Even though Silver decided to stay with Blaze, he remained responsible for being the Guardian of Time. Having possession of the Time Stones and ensuring that no one interferes in any event, be it past, present or future. - After time passed, as they were now married, ruling their own Empire and being guardians of powerful jewels with Blaze, Silver always wanted to start a family. But it was a distant thought, since pregnancy between different Species was risky for both the mother and the child. Blaze also didn't like the idea of ​​being a mother very much, even though she knew that at some point, she would need someone to inherit her legacy as Queen coming from the same blood. - After some hesitation, Blaze makes the decision. She would also like to start a family with Silver, and is now more open to the idea. She mentions that he made many sacrifices for her and she was willing to do the same for him.

Chance and Cyrus, the Twins coming from the Sun.

- Chance and Cyrus are twins, born during sunset. Their names refer to Good Luck and Enlightenment. - Chance is worthy of inheriting and ruling the Sun Empire in the future, as she is the first to be born. - Although they were very close when they were younger, Cyrus feels that Chance should not inherit the Throne. Since she feels unprepared and often overestimated, this leads to the birth of a greater Envy. - Chance and Cyrus were conceived with their mother's Pyrokinetic powers. But not only these, they also inherited The Eternal Flames. Their mastery of these is equivalent to the total mastery of fire that will never go out, being lethal if it reaches its Peak. Their powers were dormant within them when they were still young, and neither of them knew about it… Until they became young Adults. - Cyrus can also teleport and create weapons through telekinetic powers. Chance has always been very reluctant about his powers over fire, having much more connection to the Flames than his brother. - Chance, despite being destined for the Throne, never felt confident about it. She talks countless times about her insecurity with her father, with the fear of disappointing everyone. Silver has always been one of her great voices to guide and calm her. While her mother, has always been the inspiration to keep doing the right thing and be determined during her journey. - Cyrus has always shown interest in the throne, but while he has not yet achieved it, he has trained to continue as the protector of Time, like his father. Although he was never able to actually go with him during his time away, he learned a lot from Silver about how time can be treacherous and affect countless events… Something he always reminds himself of.

Nova Del Sol, the Youngest Prince.

- Nova is the youngest child and also the most withdrawn of the other two siblings. Born during the night, this last pregnancy was the calmest Blaze has had, which was a positive surprise, knowing the great risks involved in having children of different species. - Unlike his two siblings, Nova never had any great connections with fire, he always had an irrational fear of large Flames. - He was always very interested in the stars and the waters. - Nova has the ability to create a Gravitational Field, despite being a child, he gained great mastery over his powers. As a baby, his abilities acted erratically and almost always as his feelings took over. - Blaze always comforts him by reading books and telling stories during his nightmares, something that happens quite often. - Silver always enjoyed playing with him, creating stories and helping him with his lessons. Although he is always surprised by his own son's reasoning ability. - There are times when Nova says, "I've seen this before," but in reality, he has brief visions of the future. He still hasn't figured out the purpose of this, perhaps it's to predict something worse coming in the future…

Extra Fun Fact: All 3 children end with "Del Sol" since they are children of mixed species. A concept I put into my Next Gen AU: Although they are not necessarily a mix of species, their names do not end with the animal they are. Which indicates that they are considered hybrid children! (The theory of Amy Rose being part Echidna is interesting to me too lol) Finally, I believe that's it! I've been planning to write and draw some scenes about them. Even though I've already shown a bit of Chance's old concept here, I feel like I ended up giving her a new vision, and besides… I ended up adapting what was already going to happen before >:) See here also my SonAmy kid: Skyler The Hedgehog! See here also my Shadow's kid: Aura The Porcupine! Thank you very much for reading, sorry for the English mistakes! <3

[luluy33art]

Whenever someone tries to ask Chloe out in the Au's

Reverse!Chloe

Random people: About to ask Chloe out

Gets the beating of their lives by Emonette with every bone in their body broken and some mysteriously disappear the next day.

Guardian!Chloe

Random people: Flirting with Chloe and asking her out

Alya and her classmates praying for the fools in the background

Sees Marinette walking towards to Chloe grabs her and then turns her head towards the guy with a very sweet smile that promises untold unimaginable pain and suffering.

Back away slowly and as far away from Marinette as possible

The ones who were stubborn and foolish enough: Gets a lot of psychological torture, letters of threats and bites from Marinette. Some who gets turned into an akuma, receives the beating of their lives from Ladybug.

End result mentally scarred for the rest of their lives with their new mindset of never going near Marinette ever again

Second Chance!Chloe

Random people: Attempt to ask Chloe out

Immediately gets stopped in many many ways by the reluctant team of Marinette and Adrien as they work together to make sure anyone interested in Chloe to never get close to her such as getting them locked in the restrooms, tied up, stuck in the ceilings and etc.

This is awesome xD

Live laugh love jelly Marinette for Chloe

[kamaluhkhan]

(more info under the cut....)

HER CANINE TEETH IN THE SIDE OF MY NECK (werewolf!vi x vampire slayer!reader)

slightly canon-divergent....basically set during pit fighter!vi arc except in this world we've got vampires!! and werewolves!!!!

so reader is also a pit fighter -- they literally meet for the first time when they're competing underground. the next morning vi wakes up with a wicked hangover in some stranger's apartment and that stranger is you! and your dog! vi doesn't realize this yet but you saved her drunk ass from a vampire anyways, you invite vi to train with you and some other girls and offer to patch her up after fights. she's reluctant but you're persistent ("why're you being nice to me. are you some kind of guardian angel?" "nah. i just have a thing for strays. now hold still unless you want to bleed to death.") so little by little, vi moves away from the whole lone wolf thing; she's still very scared to let people in after what happened with caitlyn, but you're a much needed bit of levity and light in this world of darkness and monsters ("whoever wins the most fights tonight picks up the tab for the bar." "you're on, killer." *later that night* "guess i'll be picking up the tab," you smile, your lip splitting open even more. "i'll still take care of it, angel. lemme take care of you first.") vi maybe has a crush on you that she tries very hard to keep secret bc of who she is.....while you're also head over heels for her and trying to keep the whole vampire slayer thing under wraps....perhaps unsuccessfully, but i don't want to spoil it hehe.

LIKE SOME MISPLACED JOAN OF ARC (spiderverse au)

vi is spider-gwen spider-woman! she's in college, plays drums in a band, has an internship at some lab and spends a lot of her time saving the city but there's the lingering guilt that she couldn't save you (canon event: losing their first love). one day she's fighting some villain and....a portal opens? and she's transported into what seems to be another universe?? she does to her apartment and when she knocks on the door, her heart almost stops -- because you're the one who opens it. turns out in this universe, you're spider-woman, dealing with some demons of your own (two canon events rolled into one: losing their first love and not being able to save the life of a police captain....and your vi was an enforcer). basically you have to work together to get vi back home and fix the multiverse and also keep doing spider-person stuff bc it's new york and the crime never stops (you both admit *to yourselves* that it's nice to have someone to share the responsibility....i have this idea and it's a scene that i wrote in another fic basically vi is taking a shower in your bathroom and you go in to drop off a towel or something but oh no! your roommate needs something and since vi is dead in your universe you can't have anyone see her so you have to hide in the shower with vi and it's....obvi very intimate....like vi needs your help washing her hair or something bc she's got this terrible bruise from being thrown around by doc ock and you're maybe a bit too eager help) anyways you fall for each other through all this chaos even though you both really really don't wanna go through losing the other and it seems like it's inevitable one way or another. but, fuck the universe, right?

[liketolaugh-writes]

In the Good GIW AU/ Building Bridges fic, is Danny the Ghost King?

Because, ngl I find the idea of that funny as hell.

Just the thought of the GIW agents process throughout this being like —

GIW: Okay, we need to appease this angry, powerful Guardian spirit.

GIW: Oh, holy shit this Guardian spirit isn’t just a Guardian spirit child but he died recently enough that he isn’t super familiar with ghost culture yet and is looking to older ghosts for guidance even though he is stronger than them. Okay.

GIW: Oh. The kid died here??? In Amity??? Why hasn’t there been any reported deaths of a child then???

GIW: OH HOLY CNDKKDFNFNKDKD THE HIGHLY ECTOCONTAMINATED KID IS ACTUALLY A HALFA AND IS THE GUARDIAN SPIRIT. AND HIS PARENTS ARE GHOST HUNTERS THAT HAVE BEEN TRYING TO KILL HIM. OKAY. THIS IS FINE. YEP. ALL GOOD.

GIW: … he… he fought… the ghost king… at age… fourteen. The whole town got taken into the Infinite Realms. And he was forced to fight Pariah Dark. D- Doesn’t that mean he’s- that he’s the Ghost King?

Danny: Lol yeah. :D

GIW: *having heart attacks, aneurysms, and seizures simultaneously*

Danny: …hey, if it makes you feel better, you all know more about ghost etiquette than I do! So I don’t think you have much to worry about.

GIW: *wheezing on the ground*

Clockwork: *eating popcorn in his lair as he watches this go down like a soap opera*

Like… the absolute shenaniganry.

THE SHENANIGANS! 🤣

I'm not really personally on board with Danny-as-Ghost-King for Shenanigans. IMO it completely undermines the gravity of the topic and destroys its actual narrative significance. Shock value is the enemy of the meaningful narrative. I do have a take on the topic, but for the same reason that Danny doesn't move to the Ghost Zone in Life and Death, I'm reluctant to promote Danny beyond 'heir apparent' during his lifetime.

He has a life on Earth. He deserves to finish it before he devotes his full attention to the Ghost Zone, and if he can't, that should be treated as the tragedy that it is. The thing that gets lost in a lot of Ghost King stories, especially eldritch/Ancient!Danny ones, where he loses his human shape altogether, is that Danny starts as a human child. And if he loses touch with that, if he forgets what it's like to be human, to have a body, to breathe, that is tragedy. That is loss.

Anyway. I haven't made a final decision on Danny-as-Ghost-Prince in Building Bridges. If I do include it, it will mostly be a vehicle for worldbuilding (since I like some of the lore I developed in Eclipse.) But I'm not sure if it would fit well in the overall narrative.