#being horrified of what they've turned into

[maegalkarven]

Thought about June's bad ending too much and now I'm sad.

He is essentially what Gortash wanted to be; the ruler if not of everything, then Baldur's Gate at least.

He is the perfect Chosen of Bane and a widely known hero at the same time. The man who stopped Kethetic Thorm, defeated his own evil nature and dismantled the cult of Bhaal, the man who defeated the Absolute.

The famous savior, their new archduke.

And the loneliest person in the world with only the God of Tyranny to keep him company.

[ari-ana-bel-la]

hi honey, i absolutely love your fics, they've made me smile, laugh, cry and scream in cuteness. i was wondering if you could do this trend:

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but with the drivers and their daughters/sons, like driver says 'im so hungry i could eat a child' and their kids reactions... if you dont want to, there's no problem at all. love 🩷🩷

Only Kidding

It was a slow Friday at the paddock—calm skies, mild temperatures, and everything running on time for once. Lando sat back in the team hospitality lounge, his race suit unzipped down to his waist and tied at his hips, a plain white T-shirt clinging slightly from the heat. But he didn’t care about that.

All his attention was on the small girl curled in his lap, playing with the braided bracelets on his wrist.

“Careful,” he said gently, watching her fingers tangle a little too tight. “That one’s from Monaco. I like that one.”

Yn looked up at him with the same big brown eyes that made people double take whenever they walked by. “I’m being careful, Daddy.”

“I know you are,” he said with a smile, brushing his hand over her curls.

She looked so much like him it was a little ridiculous sometimes. Same nose, same smile, same stubborn little pout. His heart squeezed just looking at her. Five years old and already the most important thing in his world—no contest.

Max walked into the lounge with a cold drink in one hand and a slightly mischievous grin. “Mate, she’s gonna braid those onto your face if you don’t stop her soon.”

“She can do whatever she wants,” Lando replied without hesitation. “She’s the boss.”

Yn beamed proudly and held up his arm. “I’m decorating!”

From the couch beside them, Ria laughed. “You’re doing a great job, love.”

Lando leaned his head back with a soft sigh. “God, I’m starving. I could eat a whole child.”

There was a pause.

A very small, very deliberate pause.

Yn froze. Her tiny fingers stopped playing with his bracelets. Slowly, she looked up at him, wide-eyed.

“You could… what?” she asked, voice quiet and slightly horrified.

Max choked on his drink.

Lando blinked, confused by her sudden stillness. “What?”

Yn carefully slid off his lap, step by step, not breaking eye contact.

“Baby?” he said, raising a brow.

She didn’t answer.

She walked—no, tiptoed—straight to Ria and climbed into her lap without a word, still looking at Lando like he had grown fangs.

Ria burst out laughing the moment Yn clutched her like a safety blanket.

“Oh my god,” Max wheezed. “She thinks you’re gonna eat her!”

“I was kidding!” Lando said, now cracking up too. “Yn, baby, I swear—I was joking!”

Yn blinked slowly at him, her little hands fisted in Ria’s hoodie.

“Why would you say that?” she asked seriously, as if this was a courtroom and he was on trial.

“I was hungry! It’s just a joke people say sometimes!”

“You said you could eat a child,” she repeated, dramatically betrayed.

Ria was shaking with laughter now. “Honestly, I’d go hide too if my dad said that.”

Lando leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “Come here, monkey. I promise I’m not gonna eat you. You’re my whole heart, remember?”

She hesitated, still snuggled against Ria.

“You said you were hungry.”

“I was. But I meant I could eat, like, a really big sandwich. Or a mountain of pasta. Not you.”

Max threw in, “Yeah, I don’t think you’d taste very good anyway.”

“Max!” Ria hissed, laughing harder.

Yn’s mouth twitched.

Lando noticed. “Uh oh. Is that a smile?”

“No.”

“Are you sure?”

“No.” She turned her face into Ria’s shoulder, giggling quietly.

“I got you,” Ria said softly, kissing her head. “We’ll protect you from the Big Bad Hungry Dad.”

“I’m not the Big Bad anything!” Lando insisted, dramatically affronted. “I’m your dad! I read you bedtime stories and make dinosaur-shaped pancakes!”

“You do,” Yn admitted shyly.

“And I sing terribly in the car just to make you laugh.”

She nodded again.

“So can I please have my snuggle-bug back?”

She finally looked at him properly, serious again. “You really won’t eat me?”

“Not even a nibble.”

“Not even a toe?”

“Not even a toe.”

Yn wriggled out of Ria’s lap and padded back over. Lando opened his arms wide, and she dove into them like a little rocket. He hugged her tight, lifting her slightly onto his lap again.

“You scared me,” she said into his chest.

“I know, baby. I’m sorry. I’ll be more careful with my jokes, yeah?”

“Okay.”

From behind them, Max mumbled, “You know, if you just packed snacks like I told you—”

“Not the time, Max.”

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Authors Note: Hey loves. I hope you enjoyed reading this story. My requests are always open for you.

-🤍🦢

[sunderwight]

SV fic where Luo Bingge discovers that Shen Jiu had a long-lost half-brother or something, and subsequently decides that he's going to infiltrate the minor sect which this "Shen Yuan" belongs to in order to get close to him and then indulge in revenge fantasy 2.0 when it inevitably turns out that Shen Yuan is like Shen Jiu (i.e. a horrible abusive scum teacher).

So Bingge uses some magical object or technique or other, makes himself look like a scrawny 12-14 year old, then puts himself in Shen Yuan's path in hopes of convincing the man to take him on as a disciple. The idea being that after Shen Yuan abuses him, Bingge will be justified in reenacting his Shen Qingqiu Revenge Arc again and maybe finally feeling some closure about the whole thing.

Yes, this is a very deranged plan. No, no one is going to tell the emperor of the three realms that. Bingge also wants it to be clear that this has nothing whatsoever to do with his recent escapade in an alternate universe, except that he was inspired to find Shen Jiu's relative as a consequence of that. But he's absolutely sure that this guy is going to turn out just as rotten as his brother, given the opportunity. That is definitely the only reason he is doing this!

Flash forward about four years. Bingge's retainers are begging on their knees for him to actually come back and do some administrative work. The harem is running itself at this point and they're all very terrified of the situation with Liu Mingyan and Sha Hualing (i.e. ruling with lesbian iron fists) and whatever the heck Ning Yingying is up to (no one is certain but it's something). The outer provinces are rebelling. Mobei Jun's somehow found another weird human surnamed Shang to cavort with, except this one is basically running admin for the entire northern kingdom now and no one's even sure if they're fucking or if it's some kind of mind control situation or what.

Bingge is annoyed. He doesn't have a good explanation for why a bunch of demon lords would be showing up on the doorstep of Tiny Cultivation Sect to beg him for anything. They're going to spoil his cover! And they're interrupting his schedule! It's already four o'clock and he hasn't started on Shizun's dinner yet! Shoo! Get lost!

Anyway, eventually some of his demon followers get desperate and dramatically kidnap him. Shen Yuan is horrified and grieved when it seems that his precious disciple, so like white lotus Luo Binghe from the novel, has been captured by demons. He tries to track the assailants down, but they've covered their tracks too well. In the end, there's only one path left to him to pursue: taking this matter to the protagonist!

Yes, the protagonist! Because the thing is, Shen Yuan noticed the similarities between his disciple and the book character he so admired. Not only that, but he did manage to glimpse Bingge one time from afar. It wasn't anywhere near to a real interaction, but it was enough for him to notice the strong resemblance between the protagonist and the mistreated little lamb who showed up at his doorstep. A resemblance for which there can only be one explanation:

Shen Yuan's disciple is one of Binghe's kids!

Yes, he had it figured out since fairly early on. Not only was there a resemblance, and not only were their dispositions quite similar, but also the boy showed a lot of signs of some demonic heritage. Shen Yuan was just working up to broaching the subject, partly because he had been trying to avoid any direct or even indirect interactions with the emperor, and partly because he... became somewhat reluctant to part ways with his student. Sue him! He got attached! And anyway, he knew how missing child plots usually went. There was probably someone in the harem who was out for his disciple's blood, and it wouldn't be safe to send him back into that mess until he was strong enough to look after himself.

But as is inevitable, the plot seems to have reclaimed Shen Yuan's student all on its own.

He just... needs to make sure that it isn't a tragic outcome. It seems it falls on him to make the emperor aware of his son's survival, and subsequent peril, and help launch a rescue!

Which also means approaching Luo Binghe in person, which he knows is very risky indeed, due to his connection to the infamous Shen Qingqiu! He'd been avoiding the protagonist at all costs for that exact reason.

But if it's his only hope of rescuing his disciple, he will simply have to take the risk, and hope that enough time has passed that Luo Binghe doesn't read too much into a shared surname and a passing resemblance. Or that restoring the emperor's long-lost son to him will be worth seem lenience for the crime of being connected to Shen Qingqiu. Maybe if he's lucky, he will even be allowed to continue visiting his disciple! (Ha, yeah right! More likely, Luo Binghe's going to take his head for hiding his own kid from him for so long!)

Anyway, cue Luo Bingge running around swapping between his Emperor and Disciple forms, dramatically trying to orchestrate a situation where he can fake the emperor's death and go back to the sect with Shizun as his disciple, or something, only for it all to blow up in his face because Shen Yuan keeps flinging himself between Bingge and potentially fatal threats that could plausibly kill him???

[fyuyushia]

"I hear the preacher say 'speak now or forever hold your peace.' There's the silence, there's my last chance—I stand up with shaky hands all eyes on me. Horrified looks from everyone in the room but I'm only looking at you." — Speak now

Somebody take me away from this man actually I can't stop my hands from writing. Not proofread btw..

Word count: 3303

You stared idly at your reflection from the mirror. Dressed from top to bottom in accessories you found much too excessive and face covered with make-up, you looked beautiful.

You weren't much for complimenting yourself, but you had to give credit to the one who did your makeup. They've erased every flaw so seamlessly, elevating your appearance to the point you almost couldn't recognize yourself. The dress, along with the headpiece and accessories that made up your entire look was frustratingly gorgeous. Meticulously designed, it was made to fit you, accentuating your body in the best way possible.

And you, who wore it with a grim look hated everything about it.

What use was dolling yourself up to these heights when the one you'll marry isn't the one you wanted?  

Forcing yourself to look away from the mirror, your arms embrace yourself as you seek solace to stop the tears from spilling. You tilt your head up, willing the tears to dry with a futile fan of your hands. You can't cry now, your make up's gonna be ruined before you even walk down the aisle.

You cursed yourself in frustration, nothing was going your way. When has it ever have?

If you had it your way, then right now, you would be spending your time combing your fingers through the ebony hairs of the man you loved fiercely with your entire being. You'd lean close to him, whisper sweet nothings and pepper his face with kisses, allowing your lips to meet the smooth expanse of his skin with gentleness that borderlined reverence.

If you had it your way, you'd be standing next to the rising hunter, Sung Jinwoo.

Instead, you're met with the harsh reality of the business world and ripped apart from him right when he needed you most. You wept for the heartbreak that left you in tatters, though your father praised you for your obedience that showcased your loyalty to your family, his words only served to be daggers that dug deeper at your heart with every point made.

As the world swiftly changed its course to make way for the new phenomenon called gates which summoned forth destructive beings to wreck havoc in your world, the hunters quickly took the spotlight from previously dominating figures. With the existence of the game changing mana crystals and monster loot, businesses that have once dominated the market soon fell off as more and more adapted to the change.

The rule in the business world states that the one who adapts the slowest loses. Your family was one of the losers, unable to swim with the tides that came too quickly for the company to stay relevant. Forced to pull every card in the arsenal, your father finally managed to get a favorable alliance with one of the more well known companies.

The deal? You get married with the heir of said business.

Turns out the heir had been eyeing you since he first saw you at a social gathering and reached out with the 'kindness' from his heart and offered to help you out with the small price of being unionized with him. Hah, what a load of bull. You knew full well just how ugly his personality was, a douchebag like him had no room for kindness in his heart.

You bit your lip, cursing your fate. Why would nothing ever go the way you want it to go? Was such a simple wish truly that difficult to grant?

You flutter your eyes shut, barely holding in the tears that threatened to cascade down your cheeks. Your hands run over the fabric of your wedding gown, squeezing it tightly as your mind conjures up an image of your (ex)lover. His messy black hair that, more often than not, looked like a bird's nest, his wide grey eyes that gleamed with hope despite all the suffering the world had made him go through, his lips that always settled in a bright grin, positivity brimming through and forcing a smile on your own lips as well, and his calloused hands that contrasted his meek demeanor, speaking loudly of his experience that were far from comfortable.

You were hopelessly in love with him, hopelessly smitten for the man who had nothing to his name.

Such a name, you figured, no longer suited him now after he made it to the news and was revealed to be Korea's 10th S-rank hunter after his second re-awakening. Shortly after you left, Sung Jinwoo grew leagues better. His frame grew bigger, taller, and his face became lethal as well. A sharp jawline that could easily cut houses in two(exaggeration), and a face that might as well have been the god's best work yet, he was every bit the dreamboat that women wanted. You had to admit, even you were weak to his charms.

You breathed out a sigh, all this thinking about Jinwoo had dampened your mood and forced you to think about things you thought you'd forgotten. As always, right when you thought you were on the verge of moving on, his memory pops up and you're back to square one again, tripping on your feet and pining once more for the man you had to let go.

"Jinwoo..."

"I'm here." A soothing baritone whispered beside you, his breath hitting the back of your ear.

You freeze, not expecting company. Turning around on your heel, your eyes widens when you're met with Sung Jinwoo's face—someone you've only seen once ever since your hasty break up.

"Jinwoo?" You repeat, no longer as sad but moreso surprised.

His lips quirk up, allowing a small smile to grace his features. He nods, taking a step back to set some space between the both of you. You gasp, mind overflowing with questions that seeped into your face without your notice. What was he doing here and how?

"What're you—" you pause, not too eager in asking that question. Staring at his features that greatly differed from the Jinwoo you once knew, your eyes soften. "Can I hug you?"

He pulls you into his arms wordlessly shortly after you finished muttering your request, easily closing off the distance that he himself placed. Burying your face against his chest, his fingers brush against the back of your head in a soothing rhythm.

"You don't even have to ask."

As your body gets pressed against his own sturdy build, your initial stiffness soon melts at the presence of someone who has once(and still is) been a safe haven for you. Wrapping your arms around his waist, you nuzzle against his chest, simply wanting to bask in this moment.

You knew this was wrong, clinging onto him when you're already promised to another would only make things harder for you. Still, you sought his comfort more than any other. In the end, there was no getting rid of him in your thoughts. A part of you wondered what exactly he was doing here, but you were scared to ask, afraid that you'd ruin the magic of the moment.

You flutter your eyes shut, releasing a shaky exhale. He smelled of sandalwood and mountain air, a scent that you always associated with comfort, with him.

The both of you simply stood in silence, tangled in each other's arms. You clung onto him tightly, afraid he'd disappear if you let him go for even just millisecond. Jinwoo doesn't mind your reluctance to let go, pulling you closer despite already being the closest he could get.

"I can't let go of you, Jinwoo. I—I still...love you."

Your voice comes out as a whisper, barely hearable. Jinwoo hears it nonetheless, thanks to his heightened perception, and his lips curl into what seemed like a sad smile. He hums, the sound making his chest rumble in turn.

"I know."

"You fool—why couldn't you have reawakened sooner? If you did I wouldn't have... We could have still been what we once were."

"I know, I'm sorry."

You punched his chest repeatedly, pulling away from him to give room to your fists. You grit your teeth, it's not his fault, you knew that. It's not his fault, but hearing his chaste answers had made you want to keep talking, keep blaming him despite knowing in your head and in your heart that he wasn't the one in the wrong.

Weren't you the problem? You couldn't even fight for him, didn't even try. In the end, you agreed all too easily to your father, gave up on this love out of fear of angering your father. It was your fault, you were the one who didn't even bother to fight for this.

The thought nearly made you sob.

Jinwoo, noticing your spiraling emotions, quickly puts an end to it with a few touches.

Bringing a hand up to your cheek, he cups it gently and tilts it up to meet him in the eye. He brushes his fingers against your cheek, urging you to look at him which you do. Your eyes glimmer with unshed tears, one word alone would probably make you bawl your eyes out.

His lips curls into a frown. Pressing a chaste kiss against the crown of your head, he effectively stops your constant stream of light punches against his chest.

"Tell me, sarang" he begins softly, and god, the way he uttered the endearment so lovingly had you melting completely. "Do you want me to break off this wedding?"

His words reel you back to reality. You blink, confused by his words. "What do you mean?"

"Exactly what you think I mean. Will you give us a chance?"

You furrow your brows. Did he truly mean that? You stared him in the eye, catching the way his eyes glowed a faint purple. Words die down on your throat, and you settle with a nod of your head.

You steel your eyes, fingers squeezing the fabric of the cloth he wore. "Take me away, I don't want to be with anyone but you, Jinwoo."

Your words seemed to be the final nail in the coffin. He parts from you with one last kiss, this time, on the side of your lips.

"Then just wait for me."

That was what Jinwoo said a few hours ago before disappearing into obscurity. Now, as the ceremony neared a close, your eyes hastily scanned around the chapel in search of the familiar face of the man who had somehow snuck in your room just moments ago.

Your fingers trembled, threatening to let go of the bouquet you held in your hands. The preacher's words were nothing but white noise, unable to focus as your mouth let out practiced answers whenever you were asked to promise something.

Scanning the room one more time, your heart sank once you find no signs of the man. Has what happened earlier just been a figment of your imagination? Did you long to escape this marriage so much you fantasized about your ex showing up and whisking you away?

“If anyone knows of any reason why these two should not be married, speak now or forever hold your peace.”

You held your breath, squeezing the bouquet until your knuckles grew white from the force you exerted. Squeezing your eyes shut, you pursed your lips together and prayed—hoped for someone to stop this wedding before you would become truly bound to this man you could care less about.

"I do."

Loud gasps echoed throughout the chapel, murmurs exchanged as they all collectively stared at the only man who raised in opposition to the marriage. You open your eyes, lips quivering as it tries to stop a smile.

For once, something in your life has gone right. You swallow thickly, finding Jinwoo standing beside Jinho. Lowering his arm, he crosses it above his chest and stares down the groom with a challenging glare.

"Is that Sung Jinwoo? The S-rank hunter?"

"No way! You mean the one who single-handedly cleared that S-rank gate in Japan?"

"That Sung Jinwoo? What's he doing here?"

You ignored the whispers of the crowd, gaze transfixed on Jinwoo. Walking straight down the aisle, he shifts his eyes to meet with the preacher, and then to you.

"That woman," he turns to face your direction. "Is mine."

Another round of dramatic gasps resounded, the guests watching everything unfold, drinking in the entertainment down to the last drop.

Jinwoo's eyes soften as he mentions you. Extending his arm, he stretches out a hand for you to take. "Come with me?"

"Jinwoo!"

Dropping the bouquet, it fell to the ground with a soft thud. You turned your head, then your body. Walking down the stairs, you had the full intention to run to his arms. However, you were stopped before you could even take the third step.

A hand circles around your wrist, preventing you from going further. You click your tongue, met with your groom's face when you looked at who was holding you back.

"Young man, I fear you need more than jus—" a cold glare renders the priest shut.

"Don't be ridiculous! She's yours? I'm the one she's getting married with!" The groom seethes, harshly tugging you back to stand beside him.

You winced, glaring daggers at him. "I—"

"Shut up! You forget yourself, if it wasn't for me your company would've gone under a long time ago! You're not going anywhere."

You flinch at the aggression in his words. Still, you don't back down. "Let go of me!"

"After everything I've done—all those gifts this is how you treat me? Do you know how much I spent on you?!"

"I never asked you to send me those gifts. You forced them upon me!"

"Why you—"

"Rest assured, I'll pay you back for everything you spent on her." Sung Jinwoo, all of a sudden, stood between the two of you.

Peeling away the man's iron-clad grip on your wrist, he slides an arm around your waist and pulls you close to him. You flinched, bemused by how quickly he got here but didn't push him away.

"I'm ever so grateful for you taking care of her when I couldn't. I don't forget to pay back those I owe a favor to. I'll pay for everything, every single dime they owe you so she won't have to follow through this deal, don't worry, great and malevolent samaritan." His hold on the man's wrist tightened, exerting the same pressure he used when he was stopping you from running to his arms. "But I also don't forget anyone who's wronged me or the ones I love."

"I'm warning you, if you lay even one finger on them then I'll hunt you to the depths of hell and make you crave death more than anything else."

His eyes glowed lavender, allowing you and anyone in the room a glimpse of the hunter that had defeated powerful beasts alone. Shivers ran down your spine at the sight of this.

Cold, vengeful, and menacing—the fact that he really became such a powerful hunter finally dawned on you.

The man—your groom—wriggled against his grasp, unable to bear the burden of being pinned in place by Jinwoo's glare. He whimpered, legs quaking in fear.

When Jinwoo saw fit to let him go, he immediately fell on his butt. Scrambling for purchase, he then proceeded to grasp on a nearby pillar. Holding onto it, he steadied himself enough to stand up and make a run for it. The crowd fell into a deafening silence, each and everyone of them reluctant to even breath after witnessing the short exchange that just occurred.

Even you were rendered speechless. You peered up at him; gone was the timid boy who avoided confrontation like the plague. Instead, what replaced him was a man who wasn't afraid of raising a blade in the name of protecting the few people he cherished.

You watched his features relax. Taking a deep breath, he turns to face you, his attitude doing a whole 180 the moment it was you he was dealing with.

"Did I scare you? Sorry, I didn't mean to."

You blinked, snapped out of your daze when his eyes faded into the grey eyes you recognized to be his. The way he looked at you was soft, a direct contrast to the sharp glare he pointed to the man who just ran away with their tail tucked between their legs.

"Huh? Ah, no! You—you didn't scare me or anything like that." You cleared your throat, heart thrumming.

He breathes out a sigh of relief. Straightening his posture, he moves to a more comfortable stance. "Is that so? That's great, I wouldn't want to scare you."

Bringing you to a hug, your body stiffens up in response. Cheeks flushing, you found yourself still reeling from the shock of it all.

"You—you're here." You say, more to yourself than to him. "You're really here."

"Yes, I'm really here. I promised to take you away, didn't I?"

The tears that you held back finally came running down your eyes, tear ducts unable to hold back anymore.

"I know, but," you sniffled, "I didn't expect you to actually come. I half expected you to be nothing more than a simple hallucination."

Jinwoo chuckles. "That's ridiculous."

Your shoulders shook with the force of your sobs. All those pent up feelings came crashing down like a dam, and you couldn't find it in you to stop it.

"It's alright now, I'm here." He tucks a finger below your chin and tilts it up to face him. "Let's go somewhere else? There's somewhere I've been wanting to take you to when I finally got through you."

You nod, wrapping your arms around his neck. "Will you really take me back? Even after I broke your heart once?"

His hands wrap around your waist in turn. "Of course, I'd still love you even if you thrust a dagger at my heart and twisted it."

You frown. "You really shouldn't."

"And yet I would." Came his reply.

"I'm sorry, I love you." You cupped his face with your hands, holding it delicately like it was porcelain.

His eyes narrowed, a grin forming on his normally thinly lined lips. Pulling you close, his lips met yours with a sweet kiss. You closed your eyes, reciprocating it with tears still pouring out of your eyes.

"Let's go, we've no time to waste."

You nod, allowing yourself to be pulled along by his hold.

"Ah, before that," he halts in his tracks. Facing the priest in charge, his smile quickly drops as he confirms one thing. "I trust that this marriage's been called off?"

The priest shivers, flinching when his eyes go back to it's cold disposition. "I—I—of course!"

He clears his throat, stammering as he ends the ceremony abruptly. "I must respectfully declare that, due to the objection raised, this wedding cannot continue at this time. This ceremony is concluded for today. I ask for everyone's understanding and respect when it comes to this matter."

Sung Jinwoo nods approvingly at the priest's hasty dismissal. Squeezing your hand, he takes you out of the chapel, donning a gentle demeanor as he turns his attention to you once more.

"Let's go, sarang. We have a lot of time to make up for."

You could only nod and return his smile with a wider one. As the crowd stands still, speechless from the fast paced event, you had already disappeared into the distance, willingly whisked away by the S rank hunter everyone feared and thought to be ruthless.

A few days later, the wedding makes it to the headlines. The mass soaked up the news like sponge to water, excitedly talking about the love story-esque event that took the whole media by the storm. News spread fast, and that day soon became an iconic event that everyone would remember whenever they think of Jinwoo and his beloved lover.

[pineconepie]

This was an Octavian commission! It was meant to be only 500 words, but I got a little carried away ^^;

TW: Vampire feeding, blood, parental yandere

Usually, when Octavian would put you to bed, you didn't want to fight with him on it. After all, it seemed only respectful, given the fact he's so graciously welcomed you into his home without expecting any payment or favor in return. Sure, he can be a little odd at some times, but you figured that was simply part of his nature.

One night, however, you stare at the ceiling, unable to sleep. You're exhausted after a long day of work and moving about Octavian's large house as though it is your own, yet you cannot get your mind to settle down enough to rest.

You decide grabbing a quick snack from the kitchen couldn't hurt. Octavian had insisted that this house was yours to go wherever you please, as long as it isn't outside. So, it wouldn't matter too much if you were to eat something and head back to bed. You quietly open your bedroom door and walk down the stairs, careful not to trip.

The kitchen is dark and empty. You rummage through the cabinets, looking for some of the cookies Octavian had made for you not too long ago, when you hear a cry of pain.

It startles you. You jolt slightly, looking around. It didn't sound like Octavian, it sounded like someone outside...

Is someone hurt?

You leave the cookies on the counter and grab one of the nearby lanterns and a kitchen knife just in case, before quickly exiting the house. If someone's injured outside, it'd only be right to help them. Your heart hurts to think someone might be in a similar situation as you. And surely, with Octavian being such a kind person, would want you to help them too, right? You make your way through the dense brush behind the house, searching for any sign of movement or human life.

The wails become louder as you get deeper and deeper into the woods, eventually becoming clear enough for you to understand what they're saying.

"Please," cries a voice from somewhere far away. "Please... don't hurt me! I have money, take it! Just don't...!"

"Stop screaming already, you're giving me a headache..."

You freeze at hearing Octavian's familiarly calm tone.

In an opening between the trees, you see Octavian looming over someone. It takes you a second to process exactly what is going on. You first assume he's trying to help the man, that your eyes are surely just playing tricks on you.

Even if you've only known Octavian for a fairly small amount of time, you don't want to believe he'd ever hurt anyone.

Yet, his fangs sink further into the person's neck as the seconds pass. The two are completely unaware of your presence. Octavian's body completely hovers above them, drinking from their bleeding skin.

Their scream of pain dies in their throat.

Octavian pulls away a minute after they've stopped screaming, sighing deeply. "I forgot how much humans bleed..." he mumbles as he wipes at the blood now covering his face, only smearing it even more.

Without thinking, you take a step backwards, leaves crunching beneath your feet.

Octavian turns sharply. His eyes go wide at seeing you standing there with a horrified expression plastered across your features. For a split second, the two of you can do nothing except stare at each other silently. The chill air of night makes goosebumps rise up on your flesh.

"(Y/n)," he breathes out. He slowly stands, hands up in a display of peace. "Please, don't run. It's okay. There is no need to be afraid, I would never hurt you."

"You're a..." You feel a panic attack coming on. Your heart beats hard against your ribcage, lungs straining. "No. Stay back!"

"I know," Octavian says soothingly as he advances toward you. "I know it's all so much right now, but everything is alright." He wipes at his face again with his handkerchief, this time clearing off all traces of blood on his face. "I know you're scared, but think logically, love. If I wanted to hurt you, I've had several opportunities to do so, yes? Yet I never did. You are completely safe here. Safe and cared for..."

He opens his arms to invite you closer, beckoning you into a hug.

But you don't. You take slow steps back. You know you can't run; not only do you have nowhere to go, but even if you did escape, Octavian could catch you easily.

"How many?" you croak. "How many have you killed?"

Octavian hesitates. "Not many at all, I promise you. This... fellow, was a bad person. Harassing all the other townsfolk in the area, always getting drunk and causing trouble... And when I found him wandering too close to our home, well... I just couldn't stand the thought of him coming near you. I refuse another person to hurt anyone I love. Please understand."

Not really having many options, you mutter, "I'm... going back inside. Please don't talk to me." Your voice breaks halfway through.

Before he can reply, you spin around and rush back inside the house without looking back once.

...

As soon as you make it inside, you lock yourself in your room. With tears pricking at the corners of your eyes and adrenaline rushing through your veins, you throw yourself on your bed, burying your face in pillows and blankets as if they'll protect you from reality. You desperately try to steady your breathing while curling up into a ball.

You wish this is all a terrible nightmare. But then again, who could dream something this horrid?

Octavian had always been kind. At least, as far as you knew, he'd always acted as though he had your best interests in mind. To think he lied to you for so long...

The rest of the night, you're unable to fall asleep.

...

When you don't come out of your room the next day, Octavian is now beyond worried.

He knocks on your door. "(Y/n), dear, I brought you lunch... though I suppose it's technically dinner now." There's no response. It only causes his anxiety to grow further. "Love, if I could speak to you about yesterday, I'd like to clear things up..."

Still no answer.

"I'm coming in."

The door is locked, but he manages to unlock it himself. His powers have granted him with enough strength to open it despite the resistance, and though it causes some damage to the locking mechanism, that isn't what worries him most right now. Inside, you're sitting up on your bed, glaring out your window rather than at him.

Wordlessly, he sets down the plate of food on the bedside table for you. When he sees the dried tears on your cheeks, his heart breaks for you.

"What is that?" you ask suspiciously, towards the plate of food. Your voice is still hoarse.

"Just some sandwiches," Octavian replies softly.

"Are you gonna eat me?" you whisper.

Octavian shakes his head. "Oh, my love... my dearest sunshine, no. Of course not." He reaches out and gently places his hand upon yours, giving it a gentle squeeze. "Never in a million years. Never in eternity would I hurt you, understand? That will never change."

You reluctantly eat, and you have to admit, it's good. You feel tired after eating, but you suppose not having a day of sleep will also do that to you.

"You look exhausted," Octavian sighs. "You haven't slept a bit, have you?"

You shake your head, avoiding eye contact.

"Can I put you to bed?"

After a beat of hesitation, you give a small nod. He smiles gratefully, putting your plate back on the nightstand. With practiced ease, he tucks the blankets around you snugly. His fingers comb through your hair as he presses a kiss against your forehead.

And though you're still upset, the comfort makes you start to drift off regardless. A part of you feels safe. Even though Octavian had hurt someone, he hadn't hurt you. If he wanted to, he had more than enough opportunities to do so.

He hums a soft song. It's quiet, but soothing, coaxing your eyes shut. You nestle yourself closer to him.

"There's no need to be scared of anything, little one," Octavian coos. "I will not let harm come to you, as long as I live. Nothing could stop me from protecting you."

Exhaustion takes over, and you find yourself content in his embrace. For just a moment, you try not to think about everything that has happened. Just for this moment, you allow yourself to forget all the horrors you saw earlier, even if it means cuddling up to the vampire that caused them. You tell yourself you'll deal with everything tomorrow.

"Goodnight, sweetheart. Papa loves you so, so very much."

[hazel-tanthamore22]

~Cuddles and Kisses~

Sypnosis: Valentines day in the kats house couldn't have been any better, that is until there's a very much unneeded interpretation.

Yoonchae x katseye!7thmember!fem!reader

A/n: not proofread and make at the Crack of dawn bare with me

Waking up to silence and peace is something you could never get accustomed to. From the yelling of Dani and Manon to Megan and Lara belting a random song, peace and quiet is a rare occurrence in the dorms.

Today was one of the days where the elder members had schedules, so that left you and Yoonchae alone at the dorms, enjoying the silence and each other presence.

You get up, stretching as you exit you and Sophia's room to the living room, spotting Yoonchae on the couch. She immediately beams with a smile and her usual brightness as you walk towards her on the couch.

You plop next to her on the couch, immediately cuddling up to her side. This was also a rare semblance of privacy and alone time between you two, since the other 5 didn't know you two were together, and you'd like to keep it like that for a while.

"Morning" Yoonchae mumbles into your hair as you bury your face in her neck. "Morning, happy Valentines day my love" you reply, voice a bit muffled due to being almost against the shorter girls neck. "Happy valentines" she also says.

"Do the others have a schedule or it's something else?" You ask, looking up at her as you pull back but keep your chin on her shoulder. "They went shopping" The shorter girl replies, as she looks down at you, eyes raking over you face with the loving sparkle they've had since you two met.

Her lips catch yours in a swift peck before turning away, trying to stop you from doing the same. You immediately pounce up, tossing and turning with her until you have her beneath you on the couch, catching her lips in a slow loving kiss.

You didn't know or care when tye members left, you probably should've but you didn't as you and Yoonchae stay in that position, lips only ever leaving each other's for breath in between.

So caught up in the moment you both don't realize the door of the dorms open until you hear the familiar voice of a very shocked Filipina leader "What the hell is going on?"

You immediately scurried off Yoonchae, cheeks heating up as you put some distance between you two as you both tried to not meet the eyes of your seven older members.

Nobody spoke, the silence tense and uncomfortable as you and Yoonchae avoided each other's, as well as everyone else's eyes, while the other 5 just looked between you two with Jaws dropped in surprise and confusion.

"Since when" Lara asked, finger pointing between you and Yoonchae. Silence again until Yoonchae took initiative. "A few months after debuting" she mumbled. "That long?" "Damn!" Manon and Dani spoke over each other. Megan just stood shocked, not knowing how to react and Sophia, being the ever perceptive, yet blunt, one spoke up again.

"It better have been only that and not s-"I immediately cut her off "It was" I almost scream, absolutely horrified and embarrassed. "Well what do you want me to expect, you're both teenagers, it's normal" she quips as they finally break from their trance and enter the dorm fully, putting their bags and stuff on the counter.

I grimace at her words, and Megan, who's been uncharacteristically quiet speaks up. "Why have you guys been hiding it for so long?" We all look at her. "We were nervous about how you guys would react" I reply as Yoonchaes lips press into a line.

"Theres nothing to worry about, we'll support you guys no matter what." Sophia responds with that usual motherly tone and smile. An onslaught of agreement comes from the others as they settle down around the living room. "But I will be monitoring you guys more now just so you know." Sophia follows up as she sits between us.

There's a burst of laughter in the room. The day goes about normally, minus Sophia checking on you and Yoonchae once in a while to make sure nothing "funny" is happening.

Night falls and there's silence in the dorm as the others are asleep and you and Yoonchae cuddle in your bed. Today's has been the best Valentines ever, coming out to the others (more rather than finding out), being able to be affectionate around them, and now ending the day in bed with Cuddles and a few light kisses.

[blu3-ja3]

Hi so! Here's a bit of setup for my Cursed Gotham Story... Actually good father Bruce Wayne cause I say so.

So everything is normal for Bruce's backstory, has a happy childhood blah, blah, blah, until his parents are murdered. Travels the world young and becomes Batman once back from his travels, being trained by the league of assassins and Ra's Al Ghul. He becomes the vigilante at 16, developing a non-lethal style of fighting over the next 2 years before he goes to the circus. Dick's family is murder, Bruce at 18 adopts Dick who's 7. I like the idea that Bruce is still a little new to the vigilante stuff, like he's only recently given the mantle of Batman and befriended Commissioner Gordon.

Dick is definitely still murder vengeance Robin to start, like Dick is the most feral Robin and I will always stand by that. Kid is a menace to the goons of Gotham and is absolutely horrifying, more so than Batman himself. Like maniacal laughter while bouncing around performing amazing feats of acrobatics. Nothing to flashy but the kid has a lot of energy. Bruce forms the Justice League and keeps up play-boy himbo Brucie Wayne. Also I think Bruce homeschooled for a bit until Dick was like in his early tweens then Bruce realizing Dick has no friends and has him forms the Teen Titans.

So those two stumbled around as Batman and Robin for like 8 years, Dick's 15 and Bruce is 27 when Bruce adopts Jason who's 9. Dick and Bruce have a discussion about Dick passing on the mantle of Robin and him becoming his own vigilante. Grayson gets some time to decide and Bruce even tells him he doesn't have to give up the mantle or even keep being a vigilante. They compromise and come up with the Red Robin mantle while Dick decides on his path.

Jason is killed by Joker when he's 14, Bruce(32) nearly kills Joker but Superman stops him. This is part of the reason Gothamintes dislike Supes cause wtf do you mean you're stopping him??? Anyways Dick(20) stops vigilanting to grieve his little brother and asks Bruce to stop as well. Bruce continues being Batman not stopping for a moment. Bruce has a 'public' closed casket funeral for Jason after a few months of Robin's death, claiming he's been killed by illness hence the not showing for events as the Wayne's. Gotham is grieving cause they've lost Robin to the Joker and Jason Todd - Wayne to illness.

Timothy Drake at 7 (Tim is smart it's well established) finds Dick Grayson and begs him to stop Batman or help him because he's nearly killing people. Dick is dismissive so Tim goes to Bruce himself and tries to convince him after months of murderous Batman. Bruce gives Tim the mantle of Robin and still doesn't properly address his grief. Dick with the help of Tim and Alfred convince Bruce to stop for a bit. They all agree to the conditions that they'll step in and help Gotham in his absences as Batman. Barbara Gordon(20) becomes Batgirl to help Dick as Batman and Tim is still Robin.

Bruce leaves to travel, meets Talia outside of the LoA by chance, they have a small relationship then an argument causing them to break up. Bruce is back in Gotham after a few (5-6) months of travel. Dick becomes Nightwing after handing the mantle of Batman back over to Bruce. Tim is kidnapped at 9 and turned into Joker Junior, Bruce officially adopts Tim after the Drake's give up rights not wanting to deal with Tim's recovery. Barbara is paralyzed by The Joker and Jim Gordon learns about the Wayne's. Superman yet again stops Batman and Nightwing from offing Joker, Harley Quinn willingly goes through rehabilitation at Arkham after what happened to Tim.

Barbara at 22 becomes Oracle, Selena Kyle and Bruce Wayne start their relationship. Tim takes up the mantle of Robin at 13 after a lot of recovery. Stephanie Brown is Robin during Tim's recovery. Cassandra Cane(14) becomes Black Bat when Stephanie Brown(12) becomes Batgirl after Tim becomes Robin again. Duke Thomas (13) becomes the Signal (Daytime Bat!)

Damien at 8 appears at Bruce Wayne's (40) with Talia is carrying a freshly revived Jason(22) whom she stumbled across while coming to Bruce for help. Talia explains to Bruce her father's plans to possess Damien's body. She also explains how a few months before she took her planned leave Jason kinda stubbled into the picture. Talia was nursing him back to health before Ra's just dumped him into the Lazarus pit. Now he needs to be cared for and Talia is in too much danger to help him.

Bruce takes in both boys, Damien and Jason are out for a few months as they both recover. Tim(15) is asked if he'd like to become Red Robin, while Damien becomes Robin. Tim agrees and goes on patrol with the rest of the bat family around Gotham. Jason is still recovering but helps Barbra with being the Oracle.

SO! This is my rough background for the Batfam for my Cursed Gotham story! Jason's story is the one that changed the most but there's a reason for that... I'm excited for this!

Everyone ages when we pick up in our story.

Bruce: 40

Selina: 39

Dick: 28

Jason: 22

Tim: 15

Damien: 8

Stephanie: 15

Cassandra: 16

Duke: 14

Barbra: 38

Jim: 68

Alfred: 70

Cursed Gotham Masterpost

[momo-minomo]

Fic Fairy Friday: Cryptid Batfam

Sorry for missing the last few Fridays, friends. I'm struggling with some health problems lately so I might not be as consistent with this as I'd like to be.

BTW, if anyone wants to help me make #ficfairyfriday an actual thing and use the hashtag to recommend fics based on a theme that would be really cool. Doesn't matter what the fandom, rating, or potential pairing may be if you have a specific trope or pairing that you really love think about making a rec list for it some random friday?

This week is for fics with the Batfamily either as actual cryptids, pretending to be cryptids, or just freaking out the rest of the JL by being cryptid-ish. Enjoy!

The Fic Fairy Friday Masterpost

Code Cryptid by SummerKnight717

Summary:

In which Dick Grayson and Tim Drake tag team to make both Bruce and some very unfortunate kidnappers regret all their life decisions. Jason Todd is definitely not the only theatre kid in the family... Dick really doesn't like putting on the Batsuit, thank you very much. So when he has to, he is at least owed some fun in it...

Momo's Notes: Let's start out with a bit of humor, shall we? Tim and Dick team up to be unhinged as always and convince a bunch of Gotham goons that the Batclan are inhuman monsters. Bruce regrets everything that led to this moment lol.

when in gotham: don't drink the water by wesslan

Summary:

In Tim’s defense, there had never been anyone around to tell him not to drink the water. All in all, Tim thinks he turned out quite alright. All things considered. - or: Tim grew up drinking Gotham's tap water. He developed some weird abilities as a result. Bruce, Dick, and Jason react.

Baby Birds and Bat Caves by IzzyMRDB

Summary:

Gotham was built on a cave system. Batman has referenced a Bat Cave before. Tim is currently in the cave system. He is in the cave system that he entered from Drake Manor. Drake Manor is right next door to where Batman- The Bruce Wayne- lives. Holy Cavern, Batman! Tim had just accidentally wandered into the Bat Cave’s cave system. OR Tim, having found a weird hole after a storm, decides to go exploring ignoring the fact that This Is Gotham and They Probably Have Cursed Stuff Down There. Luckily, it was just a cave system that spans the entire Gotham underground. Unluckily, Tim is a very curious child.

Momo's Notes: Both of these have a similar premise so I'm including them together. Tim's neglectful upbringing basically raising himself causes him to make some... questionable decisions that horrify the Batfam because every average Gothamite knows you NEVER drink the water/enter the caves beneath Gotham because that shit CHANGES people. Cue oblivious cryptid Tim!

The Rest of Forever by raven_of_hydecastle

Summary:

Everyone knows the Bats are talented. Despite not having powers, they're the best of the best. But the Bats will tell everyone that's just because they've been doing this a very long time. It isn't until Kon wonders how long Tim has been seventeen that he realizes how literal that is.

Momo's Notes: This is short and sweet but I just love the idea that the entire Batfamily views the JL's aging as a skill issue.

shadows, shortbread, siblings & other stolen things by RoyalRampionEngineer

Summary:

Tim turned around. Robin's shadow was still anchored to his feet, giving him finger-guns. Tim slumped down, and the shadow made to pat him on the back. "You're going to get me thrown in Batman's secret prison," Tim muttered to it. The shadow, of course, did not reply. It did pick up the street cat shadow, cradling it in its arms. "Fine!" Tim threw his hands up. "But you're at least going to help me study vocab if you're sticking around." ... Or, Tim accidentally steals Robin's shadow. (I think you know where this leads)

Momo's Notes: Tim accidentally steals Robin!Jason's shadow and can't give it back because shadow Jason takes one look at this insane eldritch child with no supervision and adopts him.

More Precious Than Gold by Drag0nst0rm

Summary:

Most dragons sleep on their hoards. Bruce's hoard sleeps on him. Or: Bruce is a dragon. Predictably, he hoards orphans.

Momo's Notes: This is a fantasy AU but Bruce is an actual dragon who hoards children so I'm counting it lol. The unique dragon lore in this is really fun with the effect being hoarded has on living humans.

robin reptile by awonderofworms

Summary:

Superman streaks up into the air, singular and alone, a whole group of alien beasts already making a beeline for him - and Cassie can’t help but tighten her knuckles. Big Blue is floating calmly, almost at odds with the foreign shrieking and howling around him, all aiming to rip him into shreds. But he’s not planning to fight, Cassie realizes. Which means… he’s bait. But for who? Who’s stronger than him, strong enough to have Superman trust them like this, in the fight? As she’s thinking, trying to fit the puzzle that seems unsolvable - Superman tilts his head, minutely, something like a smile on his face, and disappears into the sky. A roar splits the heavens. OR Robin - and his family - have this secret that they don’t reveal to anyone, until the very (nearly) end of the world.

Momo's Notes: Let's keep with the dragon theme for a couple fics, yeah? This one is from Wondergirl's point of view of the Batfam letting go of secrecy to save the world. I love the Core Four friendship on display, here.

My Teeth Are Like Swords by Titans_R_Us

Summary:

Tim waits under the huge clock at City Hall for midnight. He doesn’t know why all city halls like to sport a giant clock like it’s all the rage, but whatever. It seems like the best place for a bit of melodrama. (Besides, he’s taken tips from the best drama queen cough starts with a ‘B’ and rhymes with juice cough). The hand strikes the top and the clock booms, each gong vibrating his body underneath the clock face and finally—finally—Tim turns eighteen. And Tim Drake Wayne gets what he’s been waiting for.

Momo's Notes: Okay, technically this fic is listed as unfinished but I think that's an accident because while there's other places the author could take it if they ever come back to it, the story as it is FEELS complete to me and has a fully finished story arc of Tim hiding what he is, inheriting his power, and the family learning about it and accepting him so I'm going to include it. Bonus points for the Tim vs Ra's bits in this. I can never get enough of these two trying to outwit each other.

What's worse than a bat? A CHILD. by Beryllium_4

Summary:

The Justice League being convinced the whole of them are demons for a fic. Batman not doing anything to clear the misunderstanding.

Momo's Notes: The JL are under the impression that the entire Batfamily are literal demons but it's the kids that are the most terrifying.

You, Me, and the Humanity in Between by JUBE514

Summary:

Bruce doesn’t know what’s wrong with his child, but he’s pretty sure kids aren’t meant to work like this. From the day he had looked up into the tops of the circus tent and saw a frightened mirror image of a boy who had just experienced the worst day of his life, Bruce had instantly gone into emergency mode. The Gotham PD had wanted to pass the boy off into the care of the circus. The circus had mumbled underneath their breaths about superstitions, about not having a boy like that with them, about not being able to handle something like Dick. So GCPD, not knowing what to do, had started talking about one of the handful of overburdened boy homes that handles a majority of Gotham’s unlucky orphans. All the while, the camera lights flash bright and loud, wanting to know everything. Bruce couldn’t let that happen. Not then, not ever again. -- Bruce is trying his best to protect the city that he loves. He doesn't know how exactly his Robins came to be- they're not fully human, not even at all. All he knows is that he wants to keep them safe.

Momo's Notes: This fic and the next one you may recognize from other Fridays but you may have noticed that I don't mind including fics on multiple lists if they apply to the theme since not everyone will want to check out every list. This remains one of the most unique magical creatures I've ever seen in a fic. All three eldest Robins are magical beings that eat emotions stored in sentimental objects. Isn't that so cool?

Loading and Aspect Ratio by JUBE514

Summary:

So, it didn’t start out like this. Alfred would scoff at the statement, about how Bruce was trying to justify the whole situation to himself. It had started out as a simple design, black everything with black outlines and black hood. It got a little more intense as the world went on, got wind of his ghost on the streets, and became scared of The Bat . So Bruce got a little more creative with it, Alfred and him had a good laugh over the name, the scare, and Alfred had a vicious streak of humor that he had passed onto his ward- So now the suit had a visible bat-theme, an insignia to drape in the shadows and to paint across the streets of Gotham. It only took a year into the whole charade of heroism for Bruce to overhear a conversation between some goons- some low level thug hired by the Riddler this week- about nothing at all pertaining to what the hell the Riddler was doing in the sewers but instead: “ The Batman can fly, you know, I’ve seen his wings.” -- A world where nobody has wings, but people think they do, and that changes everything.

Momo's Notes: Another fic where the Batfam aren't actually cryptids but everyone believes they are (or to be more accurate for this one, believes they're metas). Bonus points for really adorable SuperBat and the brotherhood between Tim, Dick, and Jason.

Bat Out Of Hell by arguablysomaya

Summary:

Five times the Bats are weird, and one time that weirdness saves the world Or, the Bats are weird, everyone that’s even remotely aware of the superhero game knows this. But, odd as they are, they’re still humans. Which is why it should probably be impossible that they’re such forces of chaos. And when they’re all together? Well, most people are just glad they’re on the good side. And they are. Mostly.

Momo's Notes: Okay so hear me out on this one. The Batfam aren't cryptids and no one mistakes them for being one but they're all so damned WEIRD and abnormal from an outside perspective that they might as well be. Bonus points for entire chapters in both Cass and Duke's povs!

[effietrinket1619]

hal jordan vs brucie wayne: the tiktok war

a continuation of this. part two

hi i'm back with a little thing. i desperately needed to write something kinda lighthearted because my current WIP is really bumming me out lmao. anyway, effie-typical characterisation ahead so don't read if you don't like me portraying bruce as kind of an asshole <3

When Dick slammed his phone down, screen-first, onto the dining table, Bruce figured he'd finally had enough.

All of his children weren't behaving normally. Being shifty, being one with the shadows, that was a core part of being a Bat but this? Hiding things actively from Bruce was a step too far into territory he did not want to visit.

He sat down heavily, opposite Dick who was staring down at the table like it interested him greatly. "Phone," he growled.

"What am I? Twelve?" Dick retorted, flipping it over and unlocking it. A song started playing, a rap song Bruce was only partially familiar with and Dick didn't show Bruce immediately, staring at whatever played before sighing. "Okay. I'm gonna show you, but you have to promise to be normal about it."

"Normal?"

"Yeah." Grimacing, he added, "Just don't be...yourself, okay?"

A grumble of dissent built upon Bruce's tongue but Dick didn't let it fly. He spun the device around and Bruce got to watch one of those TikTok edits young people were obsessed with. The song he now recognised: Nasty Dog by Sir-Mix-A-Lot. Bruce figured the song choice would have offended him the most but no. He now saw exactly what Dick meant.

Because why, in the seven hells, was Hal Jordan the subject of this thirst trap?

Bruce blinked. He reached up and scrubbed his eyes before they focused again on that stupid, infuriating aviator jacket. It was--it was undoubtedly Hal's face and body there, edited by a stranger underneath a slightly cloudy filter in order to make him look as physically attractive as possible. And--

Bruce turned horrified, betrayed eyes onto Dick, his eldest and prodigal son who was currently rolling his eyes. "I told you to be normal about it."

"That's Jordan."

"Yeah."

"You are watching videos of Jordan."

"Yes."

"Why does Jordan have a TikTok account."

Dick sighed, long and hard. "He doesn't. But his teammate, Jessica Cruz has. She's been uploading videos about Hal for a couple of weeks now and they've been blowing up."

"His ident--"

"She's careful about it. No identifying questions or traits or anything like that. It's just raw and unfiltered Hal Jordan."

Staring at the edit which was still playing, Bruce blinked harder. "And people enjoy it?"

"Clearly."

"Do--" He hesitated. "Do you enjoy it?"

Glancing away, Bruce's boy muttered, "Me and others. Hal's become a hit in the hero community. And, uh, other communities."

"People are--are sexually attracted to Jordan."

Dick shoved his face into his hands and groaned. "Yes, Bruce. What about that can't you understand?" Lifting his eyes, Dick sighed harder at Bruce's expression which he was trying to maintain as total neutrality. Clearly, he was not effective. "It's not just his appearance. He's nice. He's honest. He's very out of touch with internet trends so he's funny without meaning to be. And with the Lanterns raising Keli, there's a paternal aspect people can't seem to get enough of."

"Keli?"

Sounding vaguely annoyed now, Dick said, "Yeah, Keli Quintela. Teen Lantern. Keep up Bruce."

"There's another one?"

"Ugh! Anyway, I got from Jason who talked to Kyle--"

"You talk to Jason?" Bruce asked, astonished despite himself.

Dick waved him off. "He's my little brother, of course I talk to him. Anyway, Jess is running a tight ship. She's ruthless about what they do and don't put on the internet. If the whole Green Lantern thing doesn't work out, she'd be a pretty good PR manager. Might not work for you."

Bruce narrowed his eyes. "How good?"

And finally, Dick looked a little cowed. He glanced up at the clock and then the exit, as if he was planning an escape while thinking up of a sufficient lie. Bruce leaned forward and hoped the hysteria in his eyes didn't give him away too freely. "Bruce, c'mon--"

"How good?"

Looking anywhere but his father's face, Dick muttered out, "Really popular. Like, stupidly popular. Even in comparison to you."

"To me?" Bruce's voice did not crack.

Throwing his hands up into the air, Dick desperately exclaimed, "It's not my fault we're in an economic recession! Billionaires aren't really popular right now so the people are gravitating towards a ruggedly handsome everyman--"

"Ruggedly handsome?"

"--to root for! And Hal just happened to appear on TikTok at the right time. I'm pretty sure Hal barely knows what TikTok is. Kyle apparently mentioned that they're not letting him read any comments."

"I..." Bruce stood up so fast, he was dizzy for a split second. "I need to talk to Jordan."

"Great! Goodbye Father!"

When Bruce walked out of the room, Nasty Dog continued to play and did not stop for several, long minutes.

---

When Bruce got to the Tower, he was late. This was by design, of course, although when he entered the agreed upon meeting room, the darkness made him believe it was empty for a moment. Flicking the lights on, he got the shock of a lifetime.

There was Hal, slumped forward with his head resting on his arms. John sat next to him, entirely uninvited but not unwelcome. Hal groaned loudly when the LEDs blinked to life, burying his face deeper. "Turn the sun off, John," he moaned.

"They're lights, Hal."

"Even better. Turn 'em off."

"Jordan," Bruce began brusquely. "Are you hungover?"

Hal groaned pitifully. "Who the hell has time to be drunk? I was patrolling for a week straight and then I had to go straight to a PTA meeting. Fucking Micheal doesn't know how to keep his goddamn filthy hands off--"

Hal was still talking but Bruce had already thoroughly checked out, his mind still caught on that damning piece of evidence right in the middle of his rant. When he spoke next, his voice was an octave higher. "You're a member of the PTA?"

"Shut up, Bruce! You're too goddamn loud."

He fought with himself to regain his composure. Breathing out deeply, Bruce spoke again and his voice didn't waver. "I wanted to discuss with you about your online presence."

"Aw, frag, is it that TikTak shit?" Hal grumbled. Once again, Bruce found himself blinking in shock. This was the man who'd charmed the internet? "Jess's the one in charge of it so go ask her. God, I thought this was gonna be important but you dragged me up here for nothing."

"It is important," Bruce pressed. "It's a matter of security. All it would take is one slip up for our identities and lives to be compromised. What Jess is doing is putting everyone at serious ri--"

"Get to it, Bruce," Hal growled. Growled. At Bruce. "Guy's got an MRI later and I needta be awake for it."

"I just--Gardner has an MRI? What happened to him?" Bruce demanded.

Hal laughed at him. Laughed. A short bark of a chuckle that was neither soft nor actually humourous. "Don't pretend to give a shit about Guy and his extensive brain damage now, Bruce. Get. To. The. Point." He lifted his head enough for Bruce to see the deep circles underneath his eyes, the weariness that clung onto his face like a vice. Not so ruggedly handsome anymore, then.

"I think you should convince Jessica to delete the account she's made," he said succinctly. "It's far too risky and if you truly are raising a child, which I wish to talk to you about later, it is best that you keep her off the internet at all costs. There are many benefits to staying offline, in fact, and I think you would thrive in such a position, Jor--"

Hal's head slammed into the table so hard, Bruce heard an audible crack. Then, he heard a soft and firm, "No."

"No?"

"No. Jess won't delete that account if she doesn't want to. That's her decision."

"Why?" Bruce demanded. "Why would you--"

"Fuck!" Hal slipped both hands over his ears. "Volume, Bruce."

"Why," Bruce snarled, "are you opposing me on this?"

"It's makin' her happy." Hal gave an approximation of a shrug from his crumpled up position against the table. "If she's happy making content with me in it, then she's happy and I'm not gonna be an asshole and ruin that. And she's good at it too, according to your kids."

"Do you enjoy the attention, Jordan?" Bruce seethed.

"People on the internet wanna get me pregnant and they frame it like it's a threat. Keep that in mind and ask again."

"You aren't funny."

"Wasn't trying to be."

"Jordan," Bruce said, taking a step forward to tower over him. "I'm not asking you."

"'Kay."

He felt himself twitch in irritation, a full body flinch. John smiled down at Hal, idiotically fond, and rested a hand against his back. "I think we should bench this discussion for another time," he said pleasantly. "We really do have to get going. Guy might try to chicken out of the scan and we've been trying to convince him for months."

"Right." A deep breath in and out. "And about Keli Quintela--"

"No." Hal looked up again, eyes a pale, bleached green. "Nope. Nuh uh. You come at her with one of your half-baked, bullshit contingencies and I'll show you what fear is. She's eleven. She doesn't need that shit. Jess won't even let her be in the TikTaks."

"They're TikToks!" Bruce cried, a little hysterical. "Don't tell me you don't know that?"

But Hal had already dropped his head down once more and gone still. John's smile at Bruce was nothing short of victorious in his calm, quiet way.

Bruce walked out with his head high and his ego moderately bruised, the promise of vengeance settling over his heart.

[voodoo-tofu]

Birthday Blues

Read part 2 here.

Steve hates his birthday.

He knows he may not be the only one who gets "birthday blues" but he feels like it's a lot deeper than just the blues.

When he got closer with Eddie and learned of his own shitty upbringing, he thought it'd be a bonding moment for them. Eddie has to hate his birthday too, right?

Wrong.

Despite Eddie’s mom dying when he was only six, and Eddie’s dad being a deadbeat, leaving Eddie on his own before Uncle Wayne took him in, Eddie loved his birthday.

The Munsons may not have been rich but Wayne always did his best to provide Eddie with new(er) clothes, or dice, or guitar picks. A new album or poster for his bedroom walls. Maybe even his favorite food at the diner--something they didn't do often as they usually survived on box cereal and spaghetti-Os.

And when Al Munson finally rolled into town conveniently around his only child's birthday, well he'd give the sort of shitty, low-commitment gift only a father could give.

And Eddie looked forward to it all the same. One or two shitty presents in six years is better than none when it comes to his father. He'd take what he could get.

So, when Eddie's birthday comes and goes and Steve gets invited to his and Wayne's get together with the kids, and then a later party with the members of Corroded Coffin--well of course Steve goes. And he showers Eddie with love and meaningful but still kinda pricey presents, because he can. And he wants to. Despite the merciless teasing he endures. The look on Eddie's face makes Steve feel like he's the one that got the greatest gift of all.

This, of course, all falls apart when Eddie points out Steve's own birthday must be coming up, and he's right. And because he has no tact he announces in front of everyone who realizes in horror that they've gone years of knowing Steve and celebrating his birthday exactly zero times.

Steve's equally horrified now because now everyone is tripping over their feet desperately trying to make it up to him with cakes and ice cream and movies and handmade cards and weird action figures Eddie probably would have liked better.

It's only after Steve gracelessly accepts all of their gift-giving, and fends off at least three panic attacks and two migraines that he has to put on his bitch voice and scream that the only thing he wants for his birthday is to be left alone.

And like usual, the kids do not listen.

Until Eddie steps in. He makes them go, Robin too, even if she is pissed about it. But they go when Eddie assures them that Steve probably just feels a little overwhelmed right now and needs some space.

He's close to leaving too, knowing he may have made a mistake and should probably get out of his hair... But then Steve starts crying and Eddie has to stay.

It's not loud or ugly, just these little, tiny pitiful things like Steve is trying his damnest to not cry. Like the act of tears falling would kill him.

Eddie cautiously slides next to his shaking form on the couch, careful not to jostle him too much.

He bites his lip as he experiments with placing a hand on Steve's shoulder.

Steve tenses under his touch until Eddie speaks,

"Stevie, I'm sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you. None of us did."

His parents were hardly around. Never gave him practical toys he wanted, just whatever they thought a boy should have to shape him into a "proper young man", if they thought he needed toys at all. No parties. Ever. He briefly wanted to throw ragers when he realized he was old enough and his parents wouldn't be home, they never were, but those made him feel even worse so he got used to spending the day like any other. All alone in a big, empty house. Not a home.

Eddie continues to rub soothing circles into Steve's back as he lets it all out, explaining his woes as best he can through a sore throat and runny nose. Eventually he pulls Steve into a proper hug-turned-cuddle until his breathing steadies and he isn't shaking anymore.

"I'm sorry." Eddie holds his breath, hoping it doesn’t trigger another panic attack.

"No--don’t be. Thank you."

"For what? Making you cry?"

"For caring enough to bring it up, even if it was a lot. But mostly for being here, after. Just..."

Steve didn't have to finish his sentence. Eddie knew what he was trying to say.

Thank you for staying. Thank you for holding me. Thank you for loving me.

"Always, Stevie. I'll always be here for you."

Steve squeezes him, and Eddie squeezes back once, twice.

He doesn't say it, but Steve understands.

Happy Birthday... I love you.

[theredcuyo]

Opinions about the in laws in the demonic Bros au! Pt.3 Hualian

Finally, down to the "youngest" Hua Cheng:

Shen Qingqiu: Shen-ge (He lost a bet), is his business partner and briefly his teacher, but even he gave up with his writting after a year with zero progress. They've played against each other in go, and he's won only a handful of times, which is very impressive on itself, then, Shen-Ge also often brings him back artifacts and rare products from who knows where, kind of like a cat bringing back prey. He's very high on the group of people who aren't Dianxia but he tolerates, and he won't admit to anyone that maybe it's because the lord of the mountain didn't kick him out on sight and was never mean to him or his older brothers, despite his bothersome existence, unlike certain Guoshi (Family, that's what this group is actually called) His Dage has good taste, although not as good as his.

Lan Wangji: It's his fault he has to call Shen Qingqiu "Shen-Ge"! How can he even write like that? (Lost a writting competition with him and is petty about it) All in all, at least he's entretaining, it had been a while since last he was seriously challenged by someone, so, Ying-ge was right about bonding with him, it can be fun. It's also fun to tease the living shit out of him, what, did he think he didn't realize about his huge crush on his ge? As if. Wangji does have his blessing, but not before making him agonize over it.

(Originally Hua Cheng just wanted to win over his in laws, they won him over instead, is this me being chessy? Maybe, but i think Hua Cheng deserves a loving family)

Xie Lian:

Luo Binghe: They don't have the best start, because what was a Demon doing disguised as a human in the celebration for San Lang? And Even after that, what do you mean you're the family that kicked him out? Then that turned around when he realized that no... Really, this man genuinely loves both his little brothers very deeply, the fact that he challenged him to a fight was very good proof of it (Even knowing he was a martial god, that is some great courage), after that tho... Well, he saw San Lang eating his cooking with a horrified expression and took it as his duty to teach him better, it hasn't worked at all, not the only thing he's tried, because after a while Xie Lian got invited to the demon realm, turns out there's temples for him. He didn't know wheter to laugh or cry, specially because many demons started to challenge him to duels and after they will give him tons of offerings??? Basically, they aren't too close but not too distant either, Xie Lian wouldn't mind asking him for advice (about Hua Cheng) if it was necessary but he won't do it easily either

Wei Wuxian: They get along pretty well, for Xie Lian, is the first time in centuries someone talks to him this easily, maybe Wei Wuxian drags him into trouble a little bit too much but it's never done maliciously. Then Wei Wuxian wondered about his lack of spiritual power, and took it upon himself to help him break the shackles, on the meantime, he designed different talismans and artifacts that Xie Lian can use even without spiritual energy and that are pretty powerful, he's also tried to teach him to use resentful energy, if it can be done without a golden core, why not try? Xie Lian isn't very sure about that... Reminds him of something unplesant, all those dead souls being controlled for their hate... But then again, Wei Wuxian argues, why not learn how to control it so it doesn't do worse on it's own? Why not learn, so if it were necessary, you could counter it? He has his doubts about it, so he's declined the offer so far, Wwx understands and instead has been helping him to advance and try the method he had in mind

Shen Qingqiu: He's not sure what to think of him, but strangely, he reminds him of both his mother and Guoshi. Xie Lian is not an idiot, he's of course noticed that the man takes any given chance to give him things, and well, he'd complain and give them back if he could, but Sqq looked so sad when he tried, like a dejected mother who's child has grown too much, so he's just been accepting them and tried to give back what he could. He does like spending time with him, Sqq tends to tag along him when he wanders around, and has taught him different new things, martial moves, cures for weirdly specific poisons, herbs with particular effects and new combinations of food he's never heard of before. However, any time Sqq pats his head like one would a child's, he doesn't know wheter to laugh or cry, again, why does this man remind him so much of his own teacher and mother? Something that he did find interesting tho, is that once he made a communication array, the man accidentally let out various... Comments that he found himself sharing but not wanting to say out loud either, since then they've been exchanging those. Lord Shen has also been completely unbothered by giving him huge amounts of spiritual energy, he says that he'll keep doing it as "There's nothing to be repaid or owed between family, except Wuxian owing me for the wine he stole, that was thousand year old one!"

Lan Wangji: They train together often, sparring with him is a lot of fun, and Hanguang-Jun is overall very kind to him, everyone in general, but he doesn't seem to care even a bit about his reputation (natural, considering who he married), unlike San Lang, Wwx and Sqq, he doesn't jump to arguing in his favor, instead he just takes him away after scolding the person for being rude and then proceeds to give him fruit. Is a silent type of care, and it feels nice, he may not talk much, but he's a good listener, and when he had a bad day after meeting Qi Rong for the first time, Wangji invited him to meet the bunnies he keeps, it was comforting, on it's own way, gave him time to think while feeling accompanied. (In this au, Xie Lian met Qi Rong before by accident)

Extra, Qi Rong:

He hates them all. Specially Wei Wuxian, who does this bastard think he is?! Stealing his food, burning down his lairs, killing off his subordinates! Annoying the heavens enough that they are considering to update him as the fourth calamity in his place! HE'S ALSO A WRATH, WHAT DIFFERENCE IS THERE WITH THIS ANCESTOR?! AND HIS FUCKING MUSIC GIVES HIM HEADACHES!

A little way i thought of to describe the relationship between Sqq and Xie Lian is Sqq thinking that "Xie Lian es de chocolate", which well, basically means that someone is too innocent so they are not to blame or get passes for things for they do not know of the "rules" is usually used for the younger children when playing, so if your little cousin is "de chocolate" it would mean that even if they were to lose the game you're playing, they can keep on playing like normal and everyone should keep it that way, at least that's how it works where i'm from. So basically, Sqq treats Xie Lian like a parent would a spoiled kid "You've done nothing wrong, ever, and it's all fine" (I'm not saying Xie Lian is completely innocent, rather, Sqq is a certified apologist for this type of thing, may i remind you who he married, and Sqq is ALSO a Wwx apologist, is just less obvious because Wwx is a little shit more often than Xie Lian is)

Xie Lian is kind of conflicted about it, but at least the guy trying to kind of adopt him isn't fucking crazy and bringing him pain this time, so-

Oh, actually, Sqq's relationship with Xie Lian vs Wei Wuxian can be definied with this meme:

Anyway, this was me mostly thinking that Hualian should get a lot of love from the extended family this creates, they deserve it

[jordanstrophe]

Abandoned Whumpee

[Previous]--[Masterlist]--[Next] CW: Taken, whumper medic/forced medical whump, stitches, blood loss, defiance, restrained

The last thing whumpee saw was blood leaving their body

... And nearly all of it.

They flicked their eyes open; they were laying on a table with a light beaming on their chest. Whumper was standing next to them rummaging around equipment and didn't notice them awake.

Whumpee silently stared with a horrified gaze. They could see the gloves whumper wore, drenched and dripping with blood. They tried to climb off the table as quietly as they could, but something snagged their wrists as metal clacked together.

Whumper heard the sound, spinning around as whumpee was frozen almost half-off the table. "Easy, easy now. You just got a lot of stitches." Whumper softly spoke.

Whumpee plummeted into sheer panic. They tried to sit up, but a weight around their chest strapped them down.

"Oh no no no, take a breath, we're almost done." Whumper tried to soothe. They grabbed whumpee by the hip and pulled them back to the center of the table. They tightened the strap around whumpee's chest and gave the binds on their wrists a tug.

"Wh-y ... Why are you do-doing th- ss... Le-let me go-" Whumpee heaved. Whumper touched their forehead as whumpee flinched and squeezed their eyes shut. They hoped when they opened them next, whumper would be gone.

They ended up not being able to open them at all.

.........

.........

Whumpee could barely blink awake. They felt numb.

They were laid on a stretcher in an infirmary; their enemies infirmary, nonetheless. There was a blanket tucked around them as whumpee frantically ripped it off and pulled their shirt up. There were perfect stitches and a well dressed wound on their side. Their right arm had a silver handcuff that bound their wrist to the bed.

Whumpee let out a long, drawn-out sigh. What had they gotten themselves into...

"How do you feel?" A voice asked.

Whumpee looked up; whumper's head was poking out from the side of the divider watching them. Whumpee almost gasped, but managed to clench their jaw instead.

"That's a cute expression. Really though, how do you feel?" Whumper came out and crossed their arms.

"You saved me." Whumpee hissed like an accusation.

"Yes, you're welcome. How do you feel." Whumper repeated more sternly.

"Why would you save me? You ... You of all people. We're enemies. You were supposed to kill me on sight." Whumpee narrowed their eyes.

Whumper sighed and dragged a hand down their face. "You still don't understand..." They sat on the bedside as whumpee tried to jump off, but the handcuff held onto their wrist. "Is that all you think you're worth? Nothing but a sacrificial cattle? A lamb for slaughter?"

"-Yes! Yes I do!" Whumpee shouted over them. "My sacrifice was worth it to me. Because I stayed back, my team is safe now. Safe from you." Whumpee snapped and leaned in. "You lost."

Whumper stared with a raised brow; they were mostly surprised whumpee had the energy to throw a fit.

"You know, you're not the only one they've left behind." Whumper shrugged. Whumpee cocked their head to the side without taking their eyes away.

"Every time we corner your team, one person always gets left behind. It's sad, really. Your team's been getting picked off one by one if you think about it. Was it your turn to die?"

Whumpee swallowed past the pit in their throat. "Look... If you saved me just to get information out of me, then I'm terribly sorry, you've wasted a lot of your time. You know I'm willing to die for them, so either get it over with, or let me go." Whumpee spoke behind clenched teeth.

"Let you go?" Whumper belted out laughing, "My darling little lamb, that would be the same as killing you!" They wiped a tear and put a hand on whumpee's knee.

"What's that supposed to mean." Whumpee swatted their hand off.

"Then let's say I let you go. You go running back to your team, they see you alive, intact and... Well, they'll assume you gave them up." Whumper pulled the blanket back around whumpee and tucked them back in.

"-And then, they'll kill you."

Whumpee's face went blank, both fists clutched the blanket, their eyes didn't cry, but glossed like they wanted to. They wished whumper was playing mind games, but there was truth in it. Their team would assume they were compromised and whumpee was the cause.

"Regardless if I left you or took you, you're dead to them. You wouldn't be welcomed back; would be one of us." Whumper poured a glass of water and nudged it into whumpee's hand. They barely reacted, they were far gone in their own thoughts.

"Now I'll ask you one more time."

"How do you feel?"

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[fuzzandfeathers]

Stolas, kink, and violence

This is something I've been thinking about while both having an appreciation for the nature of Stolitz's past kinky relationship and anticipating/hoping for a trend of Stolas getting more hands-on with defending himself and working alongside IMP in future seasons: I really really like that Blitz became something of a safe space for Stolas to experience pain and violence.

Like, this is a guy who's been a victim of physical abuse for a long portion of his life and who is very much feeling the impacts of that abuse on his pysche and his ability to handle conflict. Stolas clearly demonstrates on multiple occasions that he is generally uncomfortable with violent confrontation/conflict (disliking the human sacrifice/refusing to stab the cake in Apology Tour, being horrified by M&M's behavior in Sinsmas, and even the fact that he chose to intimidate the agents in Truth Seekers rather than kill them outright is a sign of this, I think). Of course, push him far enough and he will turn to violence (Andy is very punchable), but in general he has a distaste for it, particularly with respect to interpersonal relationships, that very likely stems from his trauma. So the fact that he's not only willing but excited to indulge in extreme levels of pain play with Blitz (I'll never get over fucking bear traps, my god) is very telling. Obviously, there's a whole book you could write about people processing and coping with abuse via kink that plays to elements of the abuse and I am not the person to write that book. I just wanted to take a second to really marvel at how wonderfully trusting it is of Stolas to allow that with Blitz and how amazingly Blitz must have handled it for Stolas to continually find it enjoyable. Like, as far as we know, Blitz doesn't even know about Stella's abuse - and abuse like that is a landmine-and-a-half to navigate in kink even when both partners are aware of it. So for Stolitz's kink relationship to proceed so well, when only one of them isn't in the dark about potentially triggering information - (btw Stolas, I don't blame you because I know it would've required a million different interpersonal skills that you don't have to navigate it, but it was really unsafe to not tell him at some point) -isn't just a miracle, it's a testament to how attentive of a Dom Blitz must have been (especially since Stolas absolutely gives me the vibes of the kind of sub who wants to please beyond his limits). As for what this has to do with the future, I'm very very hopeful Stolas will have a bit of a training arc, so to speak. He no longer has magic, but still very much has reasons he'll need to defend himself and as much as he enjoys the fantasy of being a damsel, I think actually being one will get old for him quickly (especially as he cares more than ever about the people who'd actually have to risk themselves to save him). Violent confrontation is something he's going to have to get relatively comfortable dealing with and participating in (and without the aid of an un-medicated mental breakdown fueling him), especially as he continues to work and associate with assassins. And who better to help him settle into that, than Blitz? The man who supported and guided him through pain and violence intimately. I could easily see a scenario where Millie is trying to teach him weapons or Moxxie is trying to instruct him on sniping and he's just viscerally uncomfortable the whole time, but the moment Blitz steps in, it eases because of that trust they've cultivated. Violence doesn't need to be flinched away from if he's facing it with Blitz. And this could easily extend to the rest of IMP as he faces more challenges with them and gains trust in them as well; likely never as much as he has with Blitz, but enough that the thought of a sparring match for fun wouldn't have him grimacing. And that's something I'd love to see. .....now as for how Blitz's own past with physical abuse and the violent nature of his life as an imp and assassin impacted his role as Stolas' Dom and shared test for extremity in the bedroom... I have no clue where to start with that one, but I know Blitz loved using those bear traps as much as Stolas did 😂😏

[valenishere]

Hello, I just read your post for the Imposter Au for Sagau involving a certain...beast from DnD, and I have to say I adore the idea, I may not wish to write for Imposter AU but I do enjoy browsing it and your is a wonderful concept.

I have heard the fan song made about that creature's lullaby enough times to picture that haunting melody playing as it hunts down anyone that dares intrude in its domain, steadily growing in power more and more as it feasts and grows.

Imagine it devours one of the Archons, their guard let down for just the most minute of instances as they feel something is wrong, and gains their powers, and with it a taste for their powers, one by one the nations fall into chaos as the False Hydra grows in power, a lullaby echoing across Teyvat.

Until at last it is called to aid its master in deposing the Imposter and throwing the world into chaos. Then and only then does the song fade, as sky scraper sized necks and heads turn towards Celestia, soulless pits for eyes meeting horrified gazes of the Celestial Gods as countless mouths stretch into grins.

At least that is the image that comes to my mind, I apologize if it is a mess but I am quite tired at the moment lol.

That said, stay safe and take care.

Sagau Idea prt2, prt 1.

[oooohhh ok this just gave me an idea (sorry for replying so sooo late)

Read the first part for more context. A bit of a uhh messy context but it works trust. As usual this will not be proofread and will very likely have very bad grammar. An attempt to write semi okay was made here. Also uhh poor attempt at writing smth great i dunno im kronked out

Mentions of injury, implied murders, blood, and implied cult

By now, you've probably figured out, Falseh is in fact, the homebrew monster, the False Hydra. Sings songs that makes people forget it exists and once it eats people, the eaten are forgotten completely too. Like they never existed in the first place.

In the first part, you(the hunted imposter) made Falseh to try and save yourself from getting killed. And it worked! Maybe a little too well. Because after getting a proper meal for the first time in almost a year now, right in the middle of the city of Liyue, AND getting a peaceful bath, your mind turned. And it turned.

And it didn't go to a nice place. How could it?

After having the fear of being impaled engrained into your mind not even an hour of arriving here, months of torture from sleepless nights, paranoia, and starvation, months of being subjected to unbridled hate from the people you loved, the very same people who wishes for your death from the bottom of their heart, and who caused you unbelievable amounts of grief and loss?

You don't want to think anymore. You can't.

They killed your characters. Your beloved characters.

With your last child... you want to find out just how far you can really go.

It was almost laughable how easy it was to get to the palace. That overextravagant palace built in the horizon. So big and shiny. And so out of place. Something that clearly shouldn't even exist at all.

The hailed "Creator" lounges atop their grand throne, rows upon rows of servants waiting at their beck and call. The face they claimed as their own shows naught but satisfaction. They have found a new way to expand their army. After watching what that imposter keeps doing, they thought, why not make their own?

It was brilliant! With twice the amount of pursuers, not even that elusive imposter would escape for long. They've already been informed by the Tianquan herself that the imposter is close to their grasps, and that it won't be long before their head is presented before the throne. Oh they just can't wait. Once that pest is gone, they'll finally be the one and only True God.

However, their thoughts of victory was quickly interrupted by shouts rights outside of the throne room. They click their tongue in irritation.

Which blithering fool dares make a ruckus in the All Creators domain!?

It's you.

You're the one causing a ruckus.

But to think that they'd make this much fuss just because they noticed you for the first time since walking inside. Although to be fair, they probably just thought that no one would just dare to waltz in into THE Creators castle, even if it is unguarded at the front.

Just being in this place grates your nerves. The sparkly hallways, the tacky extravagant furniture and drapes, the vibe, everything. You hate this place just looking at it from the outside, and ever since coming inside, you hate it even more. But you can tell that Falseh is very happy, so you suppose there's that.

He's been having lots of snacks starting from the gates after all.

The way that the guards immediately point their weapons at you to attack, only to disappear the next second makes you laugh a little every time.

And it's extra funny because the people beside them never reacted to their companions disappearing in the blink of an eye. Because to them, there was never anyone beside them in the first place.

You almost feel bad. You think you recognize some of those people. Brightly colored individuals. A flash of dark blue, someone with big ears, some reds, and... some other colors. But you honestly can't care less. You can't tell them apart anymore after all. They all just look... faceless to you.

It isn't long before all sounds ceased, and the creator leaned back against their chair.

The hailed "Creator" lounges atop their grand throne, rows upon rows of servants waiting at their beck and call. The face they claimed as their own shows naught but satisfaction. They have found a new way to expand their army. After watching what that imposter keeps doing, they thought, why not make their own? They could use them as guardsmen to their castle as well! It's brilliant!

However, their thoughts of victory was quickly interrupted as the door to the throne room was thrown open with a loud bang. They click their tongue in irritation.

Which blithering fool dares make a ruckus in the All Creators domain!?

It's you.

You're the one who caused the ruckus.

You took slow steps into the room, surveying your surroundings with disinterest.

'God... just when I thought I couldn't hate this place anymore than I do. I get shown this.'

You recognize some of them this time. The strongest ç̷̼̱̮̔͗̅̿ḩ̵̱̖̪͊̇̀̂͆̄̕a̴͔͎̜͔̾ř̴̡̬̤̱̝̗͚́̽̊͑a̷̦̥̩͈͋̑̾̈́̅̑͑c̴̳͓͕̲̓̔̊͝͠͠t̸̡̧̤̘͓͍͍̎̆̃e̸̢̨͓̾̃̊̃̀̏ŗ̷̮̰̂͐͋̋͝s̵̨̛̩͈͚̹͊̏̚ ý̸̹̦̻̘̱̉̍o̶̧̡̧̧̟̪̺͙͙͓̦̺͈̥̞̠͖͍̣͕͌̓̇̍̈́̀̒́̃̓̔̅̉̇̄̾͆̽̆̾̓͒͂̑̃͌̚͘͘͜͠͝͠ũ̷̟̞̤͚̪̰͚̥̰͇̍̏͐̽̄͛̂͛́̌̓͗̂̽̅̆̄̄̽̿̚͘̕͝ ̶̡̛̫͙̣̗̰͚͍̟̠̟̳̤͕̖͎͎̮͔͍̉͌̇̆̔̿̎̅̇͒͛̐͗̊̋͊́͑̓͊͜͜͝͠b̶̡̢̡̛͖̮͇͓̮̲̘̹͓͈̞̤̻̭̬̻̱̬̗̩͈̤̖̗͖̈́̅͊͌̊̄̂̋̑̓͆̓̈́̈́̈́͊̿̓͛̏͌͐̇̋͆̊̌͘̚͘͠͠͠ú̵̢̝̟͚̥̭̭͚̮͉̟̤̫͇̻̩͓̫̎̌į̴̛͈͙̥̯̟̖̥̤͎̫͙͉̟̟̫̝̘͚͎́͂̾͗̎͊́̎̉̒͋͛̽̓̋̓̍̈́̇͑̓̓̀̌̇̏̾̕͝͝͝ḽ̴̢̡̢̢̲̞͎͕̙͈̝̪̭͓̞̪̼̝̜̈́ţ̸̡̡̛̳͓̭̺͔̠̘͎̲̘̠̺͈̖͓̙̬̤͍̞̦̱͇̞̒̀̿̊͌͒̀̐́̑͂̌͛̄͋̌̎̐̋̾̅̾̇̓̋͘̕̚͜͜͠ people you know, waiting at the feet of someone who'd toss them aside at a heartbeat.

They truly do look pathetic.

Like unloved dogs who has given their undying loyalty to the first scoundrel who tossed them some maggot infested scraps.

They're just painful to̸̡̡̨̝̺̹̫̤̠̼͔͓͓͒̔̾̂̐̃̿͒͆̔̈̆̕͠ l̶̢̨̛̥͎̹̣͕͍͉̱̭̫͈̜̮̪̞̖̞͒̉́̂̊̿̌̑̌̒͑̍̓̅͠͠o̵̧̡̡̝̲͕͚̲̟̞̭̣͎̓̽̓̈́̓͆̓͠o̸͇̍͆͋̕͜k̶̰̩̙̰̩͔͙̽͆́̋͊̓̈͊̀͋̒̑̇̔̊̿͝͝ͅ a̶̢̧̨͈͚̱̙̦̬̺̜̫̮̬͔̖̙͔̖̥̤̥̎͒͑͌͐̍͛́̊̒̈́̏̀̆͒̾̎̈́̐̆́͘͝͠ͅţ̷̢͉̯̯͍̹̩̬͇͓̮̦̯̣̪̺̝̳̹̪̗͔̞̈́̋̍͛̑͌́̂̉͋͛̇̿̓͋͌̃̈́͘͝.

The hailed "Creator" lounges atop their grand throne, the face they claimed as their own showing naught but irritation, their eyes narrowed at the figure standing in the middle of their throne room. There may be no one with them at the moment, but this dirty peasant has the gall to stand before the True God without prostrating themselves!? How utterly despicable!

Who does this blithering fool think they are!?

"Wha̵̢̧̨̛̛̘̤̼͚̪̩̘̯̥̬̞͚̰̼͚̱̘͖̗̍͛͛̿̂̒́͆̑̕̕͝t̴̨̨̨̧̛̪̠̪̲̼̜͖͚͉̤̠̳̰̼͙͙̗͍̰͕͖͔̲̼̖̭̳̮̼̤́̐̀̉̓́̀̆̀̃͂͆̔͆̈̃̋̿́́̿̐́̈́̎̐͘̚̕͘͜͠ͅ-̵̡͈̠̲̳͚̠͎̣̙̙̱̣̟̪͙̪̙̺͇̍̈́̋̔̐͗͗̋̅́͒́̐́̈́̊̔̉͑̀̔̉͆̇̂̅̈̿͌́̆̋̇͂́̿͊̀̓͒̕͜͝-̵̧̧̧̨̛̤͔̯̹͔͇̲̮̙̮̦͕̟̗͚̣̫̪͙͉̟̦͓̫̪̬̜̥͈̭͚̼͎̥̪̼̝̯͎̋͊̂̄̍̂́́̆̋̐͑́̍͑̀͗́̌͗̓̅̽̇͆͒͋́̆̈́̎̆͌̎̕͜͜͝͝͝͝"̸̧̢̛̻͚̗̱͇͍͙͎͔͇̰̗̠̑̓͛̀́̀͗̈̓̇̂̌̃͋͘͜͝͝

The Creator's throne glitters within the light of the throne room, barren and standing tall, awaiting its rightful owner.

A lone figure stood in the middle of the room, looking up at the grand throne with disinterested eyes.

It's you.

You stood there.

You stood in the middle of the empty grandiose throne room, feeling your skin crawl just standing in the presence of such a... symbol of error. A symbol of oppression.

And you know that the longer you stay in here, the more you'd want to keel over and hurl.

So you turn around, walking away from the empty seat.

And you know.

The song has stopped.

And you hear it. All of it.

Bones snapping. Breaking. Flesh, tearing. Squelching as it is bitten through.

Hell you can smell it pretty clearly too.

All around you, you see. Pools of blood. Bloodied weapons with no owners to be found. Dismembered limbs scattered across the floor, which was soon snapped up by tendrils of flesh, teeth grinning as it chews on its food.

The cacophony of grotesque sounds, sight, and smells is most definitely disgusting.

Although oddly enough, it's also somehow comforting.

As you leave, a listless hum leaves your lips, the song that has stuck to your head after being sung in your ears for quite a while now. A few words slips out.

"--... Dulcis puer~... dulcis puer~..."

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You stroll across the city, refreshed and with a skip in your step. People looks at you and found themselves smiling as well.

"My isn't that one a jolly fellow."

"They must've had quite a great adventure then."

"Oh for sure! Just look at how happy they look!"

Oh and you sure are. It has been weeks since then, and you still see remnants like statues and temples and shit, but no one has mentioned anything about a higher all true god for so long.

You were a bit worried about the technicalities of Falseh's power, but it seems you have done it. No one is no longer hunting you, the artificial life that were created by them were promptly cleaned up by your kid, and no one remembers anything about them ever existing anymore.

You can go the city, eat wherever you want, talk to whomever you want, without fearing for your life. You still kept your face hidden and adjusted your voice when interacting with people, but as you know, habits die hard.

You have never felt so relieved. Relaxed.

It's finally over. Now you can--

What's that giant float?

You approach one of the workers, looking up at the... extravagant float. Just looking at it is... making your skin crawl.

"Uh, hello. Is there-- is-- is there a festival coming? Looks... lo--looks pretty big."

The worker laughs, patting your shoulder roughly. "No need to be nervous my friend! It is the time for great joy after all!"

You laugh awkwardly, wincing. "And-- and remind me again-- for-- For what? Exact--Exactly?"

"Why, for the celebration of course! Where we pray for blessings and offer up tributes to our one and only God!"

You blink at him, dumbfounded. "... to Morax?"

He laughs again, like you've told the greatest joke. "While we do have celebrations like these for Rex Lapis as well, this is different! This is the day of our reverence to the True God, the Creator! Surely you have a day like this in your country too--"

You felt your stomach drop.

Oh no.

Oh no.

[moodymisty]

Hi there! Big fan of your primarch fanfic, and I have a Guilliman request. (Because I am obsessed with this man.) I would love a Guilliman + FemReader fic where our favorite calm, reserved primarch goes FERAL after seeing his lover hurt or threatened. Bonus points if said lover finds it surprisingly sexy and NSFW times result. Thank you!

[ 𝕸𝖔𝖔𝖉𝖞𝕸𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖞'𝖘 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙 | 𝕬𝖔3 ]

Author's note: therhxkffkfkfkf I love angry Primarchs

Relationships: Roboute Guilliman/Fem!Reader

Warnings: I didn’t do full nsfw but it is sort of handsy and lewd, I just thought it flowed better I hope it’s saucy enough for you, Groping, Grinding

Guilliman's boots touch the planet's surface, and he hears his men follow moments after. They had insisted they follow him, and he allowed it only if they wouldn't slow him down. He'd leave them behind if they did.

"Lady Guilliman is in a separate part of the fortress with her retinue,” An Ultramarine says, keeping up with his strides. “They've already cleared a good portion of the area. They said she was hit with some shrapnel, but she insists she's fine. They agree it's a just a flesh wound."

To hear that negotiations had dissolved into a firefight had been nothing short of a nightmare. He knows his men will have no issue with this, but he fears a stray bolter round nicking your much softer skin, or something worse.

"Where is the instigator of all of this."

His men exert slightly more effort that usual to keep up with Guilliman's enraged strides, a few bolter shots being fired for cover as he walks without a care.

"The planet's high lords? They've apparently barricaded themself at the top of the fortress with antitank weaponry. The men were focused on securing the area before pursuing them given that they’ve trapped themselves." Guilliman knows that's the correct choice; However in the blinding fire of his anger he doesn't care in the slightest.

"We are going up there. I'm going to rip them apart."

One of his men looks up at him with a furrowed, confused brow, but doesn't comment; Guilliman notices. He supposes the anger he's feeling is foreign to them. Perhaps if he was injured, they might feel something close to what he is feeling, though still abit different.

Guilliman storms through the massive fortress with little issue, stomping out leftover, separated groups of enemy forces along the way. While equipped with strong firepower they were at the end of the day baseline humans, and stood no chance against not only Astartes, but a primarch.

Once Guilliman arrived at the peak of the fortress where the high lords were hiding, including the one who had instigated this by shooting directly at you, Guilliman barged in with little care.

The High Lords were absolutely horrified, stuck like fish in a barrel with a primarch and three of his astartes. They presumably hadn’t expected the primarch to care so deeply about one person, willing to tear everything asunder just for them.

"You are all going to pay for what you've done to her. Now you get me."

Guilliman’s return to you was more than a blessing, after so much chaos. While logically the denizens of this planet stood no chance against the Ultramarines, the fear of being still hit by something and killed was always present.

Afterall you had already been nicked by some shrapnel, but the cut had largely stopped bleeding by now.

Guilliman turns to his men as he enters. Not before quickly approaching you however, silently looking you over before picking you up into his arms.

“You know your orders. Let us conclude this mess.”

They give him respectful nods and take their leave, ready to do the work they were made for.

You however are taken by Guilliman and guided back to a thunderhawk, one that brings you back to the Macgragge’s Honour within what feels like moments. It’s deathly silent the entire time, and you can feel Guilliman fuming. His anger fills the air, mixed with the intensity of a primarch aura that can make most falter.

He fumes and boils in his armor the entire time he pushes you towards his study, which surprises you. You would’ve thought he’d send you right to the apothecary, but perhaps he doesn’t see the need. You don’t either, the cut isn’t even bad enough to need sealing or bandaging.

The moment he closes the door you feel his emotions bubble over, watching him clench his fists tight as he punches the wall. It gives way underneath his fist.

“They think themselves strong enough to try and attack m-“ Guilliman stops himself, turning to you.

There’s a small smattering of blood on his cheek and the collar of his chestplate. You feel your heart skip a beat, and not for the reasons you might assume.

“Your heart; Are you afraid still? I… That wasn’t my intention.”

Guilliman hesitates. The last thing he would want is to make you fear him the way so many others so. Primarch voices are loud and his stature in full armor looms over everyone else in the room like-

Guilliman pays more attention and realizes that your breathing is also heavier, your face looks warm, and you can’t look him in the eyes. You look at his chestplate instead of his face, hands wringing. Had it been just these clues, Guilliman might not have figured it out, but when he smells the lightest, sweet scent that he finds oh so familiar, one that he’d also smelled in the Thunderhawk but brushed it away as nothing, he realizes why you’re so flighty.

You weren’t just scared, you were also aroused. By him.

Guilliman had recently learned that you enjoy it when he throws his weight around with you; When he pushes you down, pulls at you, throws you onto your shared bed. But he hasn’t realized that his angry, defensive nature might also trigger this in you, and make you silently beg for him even so soon after you had been in danger.

Perhaps it’s his innate speed, but it feels like a blink before he throws you onto his desk and places his hands on either side of your body. His lips smash against yours, your back arching as your own hands grip the collar of his armor.

“Robout-“

His kisses are so rough and demanding, you can already feel your lips becoming puffy and well kissed only moments later. His tongue brushes along your bottom lip, as one of his hands moves to grab your thigh. He pulls it away to force your legs to part, giving your to press that same armored hand against your clothed sex.

The unyielding feeling of his cold armor so suddenly against you makes you hips writhe, trying to push harder against it. Guilliman can feel you mewl in his mouth, hot breath fanning across his skin.

He didn’t know how to feel about how his aggression, his protection, makes you so wet and wanting for him, but he knows he can’t deny the way it makes his cock painfully throb against his own unyielding armor.

“You enjoy this too much,” He growls against your lips, pushing his fingers and palm harder against your cunt through the fabric of your clothing and listening to you cry for more. With how large his hand is, he can cup the entirely of your clothes cunt with ease. “So many are afraid of a Primarch’s anger, but you…”

The desk creaks underneath his hand, teeth catching your lip roughly between his teeth as your legs kick uselessly. Everything feels so cold against you even through your clothing; His armor, the desk, the air. You can’t stop the way you shiver.

But you still want more, your cunt throbs tensing around nothing and yearning for him to fill you the way only he can. Your hands pull at his armor, unable to move it or him even a fraction, but he can tell you’re doing it.

Guilliman however suddenly pulls away, removing his hand from between your legs.

“I need to remove my armor. I will be back.” You look up at him wide eyed and shocked, cunt still throbbing.

“You’re leaving? I-“

“You will wait here until I’m back. Do not move,”

He starts rounding the desk, watching with dark eyes as you lay on it spread out just for him; Clothes wrinkled and asunder. An image he’s had in the recesses of his mind for awhile, and he’s glad to have it come true.

“If anyone tries to enter tell them that I am not here, and I forbade them from entering.”

The last thing he wants is for anyone else to see you like this. You’re splayed across his desk, no one else’s. You want for only him, you yearn for the way he does whatever it takes to keep you safe.

With that Guilliman leaves you alone to strip away his armor, leaving you to boil in his study alone with the feeling your underwear wet and sticky against your skin, as you wait for him to return.

[gotham-daydreams]

So with friend!reader, when the batfam's obsession switches to them...personally I would never believe the batfam actually loves me, especially if I suffered at their hands. To me, it'd just be another trick to get me away from their original obsession. And if I ever did believe them? I would be terrified. If their obsession can switch once, then it can definitely switch again, and if I get kidnapped by them, I'd just constantly be on edge, waiting for them to become obsessed with someone new, and to kill me when that happens. Lots of potential for angst...

Agreed! And that's what I love about it too, especially as, again, when things do turn- you already have a pretty solid idea of what you're getting into and it's horrible.

I mean, can you imagine how uncanny it is? To see these people who were threatening your life, career, and basically anything they possibly could (which, considering the Batfam, is everything) - now not only act all buddy-buddy with you, but actually start to treat you like a human being??? Hell, maybe even more depending on the person. The real trick is trying to figure out if they're using you to get even closer to their obsession, trying to get you away, or both... they've always been hard to read, and now with their attention shifted to you, well, that definitely hasn't gotten any easier- at least you could tell when they were being outright malicious or not.

Then again, seeing is believing, no? But that may not even be enough, since, again, the reader in that scenario is basically an 'almost' victim of the Batfam. I think the really horror of it all is when they completely disregard or do away with their previous obsession. Either to 'prove' themself to you, or for some other but equally insane reason. Hell, it could even just be because they want to spend time with you instead, but considering the situation? They may as well have said something completely crazy.

And that's what I love about it! Once that switch comes, all of these little things that seem fine, minor, and or ridiculously small from an outsiders perspective (or even just, in any other situation besides this one) are now seen in a completely different light. Things that may seem or look innocent and nice, now have a whole new meaning to it as you know what it really means, and that is horrifying. Like, what do you mean that all of these psychos are my responsibility now? What do you mean that they feel as if they can't even live without me being in the room with them, or at arms length? What do you mean that they are my problem now? And not because they're trying to use me to get close to one of my friends, but rather because they want to spend time with me now? What happening to them hating me????

I feel like it'll definitely get to the point where you just kind of hope their obsession with fall on someone else, and you'll hopefully be able to take that opportunity to escape and just get the hell away from these freaks-

But imagine the horror when a small, threatening yet innocent thought creeps into your head that they won't. And as time passes... well... you're not exactly proven wrong. Especially not when you try to pull away and move on, only for them to pull you back, and rip away those closest to you just to have you. (totally not partially 'foreshadowing' by the way)

Though you are right!!! There are tons of potential for angst, and general conflict!