#black mage my beloved

[myreia]

✦ B L A C K M A G E

Black magic. The tempest of fire and ice and thunder that has been with her for as long as she can remember. Her control over it made her a force to be reckoned as a youth, the key to the specialized unit her parents staked their lives on. It has been many years since then. She has lost her strength and her focus to an enemy, clawed it back and reclaimed it in the aftermath, continued to grow with every step of the journey.   Though she has moved on in many ways, she will always return to her roots. —level 90 compendium

[eorzeanflowers]

Dawntrail Countdown - 7 days to EA

Void archeologists out to survey! Good thing they posses such potent Black Magic in their repertoire.

[amalthea-felsblood]

Familiar voice ◦ "Pardon my lady, but I'm looking for someone."

Marian ◦ "I'm sorry, sir. I'm very busy at the moment, but the others may assist you."

Estinien ◦ "Even too busy for me?"

Marian ◦ *gasp "Estinien!?"

Marian ◦ "I'm glad to see you safe and well; I've missed you so much."

[massgrav]

What's the point of having a favourite character, if you can't put them in pretty sexy dresses...

(pronouns are yes/mistress)

[windup-viera]

Reunited after maintenance! I love her your honor!!

[cipherr]

time to get spooky with it

[giggly-squiggily]

Worth More Than You Know (Black Clover)

Heyo! A request by the lovely 🌙 anon, here at last! :D Thank you so much for giving me the chance to write Yunleo once again! (And thank you so much for the kind words, I appreciate it!)

Because the request itself contained spoilers, I’m going to add it at the end :D I hope you like it friend!

Spoilers for The Royal Knights Exam (Chapters 112-133/ Episodes 73-87 of the Manga/Anime!)

When things didn’t go the way Leopold planned, he handles it in two ways.

The first way is to train like crazy and improve. A magic move failed? Put more hours into improving his flame. He wasn’t fast enough, strong enough, defensive enough? Train his muscles harder and stronger to support his actions next time. Had a bad day and is in a mental funk? Even more training- nothing in particular, but it gets his mind off the problem for at least a while.

The other way he handles it comes after he’s exhausted himself with training. This is where Yuno found him now.

“Hey…are you alright?” He asked softly as he walked up to the brooding redhead. Leopold tended to hide in the oddest of places when things went wrong. He would fade out for hours- only reappearing when he’d gotten over it or his physical needs like hunger outweighed his defeat. Today, he was hiding under a large bridge, back against the support structure. “I brought you some food.”

Leopold didn’t answer, head against his knees and body slumped. Yuno felt his heart twinge with guilt. The results of the Royal Knights Exam had passed, and Leopold failed to make the cut. Yuno was successful in getting in, but it felt bittersweet seeing his boyfriend this way. They both knew it was out of their hands who got picked, but it didn’t make the ordeal any better.

“I’ll leave it here.” Yuno placed the wrapped up plate of food beside Leopold’s heels, standing to go. “I should-”

“Wait.” Leopold’s hand reached out, gently wrapping around Yuno’s wrist. “Please. Stay?”

Yuno sat down without a second thought.

A silence passed, neither boy knowing what to say. Leopold’s hand was warm against his wrist, his thumb brushing the pulse point back and forth like a slow metronome. Finally, it was Yuno who broke first. “I’m sorry, Leopold.”

“Huh? Why?” The redhead looked up, eyes wide with surprise. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“But the Royal Knights Exam…I got in and you didn’t.” The words felt harsh in Yuno’s soft voice, making him flinch. “I know you wanted to be on the mission…”

“You don’t need to apologize for that. I’m happy for you, really.” Leopold smiled, leaning up and kissing his boyfriend’s cheek. “You were absolutely incredible out there.”

“So were you.” Yuno relaxed some, smiling back. “You were like a blazing star.”

“Yeah, but I didn’t blaze quite enough.” Leopold sighed and leaned into Yuno, resting his head against his shoulder. “If only I moved a second faster.”

“A second late today is a minute earlier tomorrow.” Yuno mused, enclosing their hands so he could give him a comforting squeeze. “That’s what Sister Lily always told us when things went out of hand. Next time you’ll do better.”

“But what if next time a second is too late?” Leopold argued. “I mean- look what happened to Fuegoleon-”

“That wasn’t your fault.” Yuno cut in.

“You don’t know that.” Leopold snapped before taking a breath. “I’m sorry. You're right- I know it’s not my fault but…I just feel so weak compared to them, you know? Like; my brother and my sister are incredible. They’re captains, they save lives, they’re true Vermillions. They’ve paved a road from the flames of their will, and I can’t even get the fire started for mine.” He shook his head, voice growing soft. “If I can’t even pass an exam, how am I to ever catch up with them, you know?”

Yuno chewed on his lip in thought, letting everything sink in as he searched for the right words to say. “I’m not…the best at words. Nor am I the best to give you advice on this kind of thing. But if there is one thing I know, it’s that you don’t need to worry about catching up with them.” When Leopold raised an eyebrow, he carried on. “When I was a kid, I was a big cry baby. I didn’t know how to stand up for myself and got stressed out easily. It was so bad that I couldn’t do anything when an old drunk took something precious of mine.

“And then there was Asta. He was loud and determined- he always knew exactly how to handle the things I couldn’t, and when that mean old man took my precious thing, Asta got it back for me, even when he was nearly beaten to death. He was like a superhero then.” A soft smile touched his lips at the memory. “In a way, he still is.

“Even with all that though, there were days when things got really frustrating. I still couldn’t do the stuff he could, and I felt so far away from him. It took a long time, but eventually I got there. Eventually, I was strong enough to stand by Asta’s side, and I did it my own way. I’m sure he thinks the same thing.

“The point is- just because you aren’t where you want to be right now, it doesn’t mean you’re weak. You’re just at a wall, and eventually you’ll find a way to get over it. You're strong, really strong. And you're determined, and incredibly talented. You’ll catch up to them in time, so don’t let this one exam determine your worth.”

Leopold was quiet as he listened, taking it all in. When he spoke, his voice sounded a tad heavy. “Heh, when’d you get to be so good at making me feel better?”

“Found a manual on it.” Yuno replied.

Leopold laughed, the sound gentle and warm. When he turned his gaze to Yuno properly, his eyes were misty. “Thank you. Really. I..I needed to hear that.”

Yuno smiled softly, leaning in and pressing another kiss to his temple.

Just then, his stomach growled.

“Heh, guess my appetite is back. Is the food still warm?” Leopold asked, turning to the plate Yuno brought.

~~~

“That was amazing. Sister Rapual doesn’t cook all that often, but when she does, it’s delicious.” Leopold sighed dreamily against Yuno’s lap, his head resting on his thigh as the other ran his fingers along his spine. “Especially her Apple Crumble. What did you think?”

“It truly is tasty. Though I think Sister Lily’s potato pancakes were better.” In all fairness, he hasn’t had them in awhile, but if Yuno was anything, it was loyal.

“You and your potatoes. Though those Hage ones she sent you were pretty tasty.” Leopold shifted some when Yuno’s fingers trailed close to his ribs. “Did you guys ask for them on your birthday? You and Asta.”

“Sometimes. Well, a lot of the time. Ingredients for cake are hard to come by.” There was no bitterness in Yuno’s voice, only fond memories upon waking up with Asta excitedly telling him Sister Lily made a feast. “I think it turned out for the better- I don’t really like sweets.”

“I think you’re the first person I've met who doesn’t.” Leopold squirmed when the fingers grazed his ribs again, a small smile pulling on his lips. “Such an odd character, you are.”

“Says the guy who declares rivals like Wizard cards.” Yuno teased, properly tickling him this time. Leopold huffed out a laugh, but didn’t make any moves to get up. “If I’m odd, you’re whatever’s beyond that.”

“Ehehehe! I dhoohohn’t think thehehere’s anything beyohohond oohohohdd!” Leopold pressed his face into Yuno’s thigh, squirming a little here and there. “Yoohohhohou’re the ohohohohohoddehehehehest person Iihiihihve ehehehehver met!”

“Sure I am.” Yuno rolled his eyes fondly, continuing his gentle scratches while the redhead giggled below him. “You’ve got a lot of nerve to sass me right now given the vulnerable position you're in. It’s like you're asking me to tickle you.”

“Mahahahhahaybe I ahahahaham.” Leopold boldly declared, earning a surprised but amused look from the other. “So thehehehheere!”

“Your funeral.” Yuno replied simply, his hand stretching completely out for full access along Leopold’s side. Despite his words though, the tickles never grew intense, staying gentle as he vibrated his hand along his side. Leopold tried to muffle a squeak when said fingers inched towards his armpits, though his attempts were all in vain. Every stretch of the other’s hand earned a whisper of a laugh, further reddening the smaller boy’s cheeks and increasing his smile.

“Take back calling me odd? Or am I gonna have to get serious?” Yuno asked, letting his hand rest on the edge of Leopold’s upper ribs. “What’s it going to be?”

Leopold remained stubbornly silent, brows furrowed as he dared a pouty glare up at his boyfriend. Even so, Yuno could feel his heart racing, the same way it always did when he was presented a challenge.

“I’m not scared of you! Bring it on!”

Yuno laughed, eyes bright. “Alright then.”

This time, he didn’t hold back.

~~~

“Eh…hehe…yohohohu’re mehehehan.” Leopold gasped out, lying on his side as he giggled weakly.

“I gave you the chance to take it back.” Yuno lightly nudged him, easing back against the stony wall behind them. “Stubborn as ever.”

Leopold huffed before shuffling over, leaning into Yuno’s shoulder once more. When he looked up at him, his eyes were no longer sad. “You love it.”

“I do. You feel better?” Yuno asked, squeezing his hand.

“Yeah…yeah, I do.” Leopold nodded, sitting up with newfound determination. “I’m gonna do better next time. When the Kingdom sees me again, I’ll have a whole new spell mastered!” He hopped to his feet then, running to the opening of the bridge. Taking a breath, he yelled out to the sky.

“YOU HERE THAT WORLD? YOU MIGHT HAVE PUT ME DOWN NOW, BUT I’LL GET THERE! BE READY!” The fire mage turned back to Yuno, grinning brighter than the sun. “How was that, did I sound cool?”

Yuno’s laughing was all the answer he got. Leopold took it in stride.

I hope this was good!

[reallyromealone]

MEETINGS

Dire Crowley x male reader

Bottom Crowley, top reader, smut, nsfw, biting, dirty talk, rough sex, sweet words

"hello again crowley" (name) grunted as he had the head mage of the night raven academies legs over his shoulders, thrusting into the others ass with a shit eating grin, the black haired man laying on his own mahogany desk crying in pleasure as the royal swords academy headmaster fucked him stupid "I missed you, did you miss me?" He teased as he kissed the others chest, dress shirt and best ripped open in the heat of the moment, leaving bite marks across his pale flesh as Crowley clawed at his back.

Crowley loved the feeling of (name)s cock stretch him out, shaping his insides to fit him as the other looked dishevelled as he focused his thrusts perfectly, Crowley never wanted it to stop as he felt his insides get rearranged.

He got very excited for (name)s "meetings".

"So generous of you to invite me to beild relationships with me~" Crowley couldn't get a word out as (name) moved him so he could hit his prostate better "ahn!" No snark or cheeky comments as (name)s balls slapped against his ass "god you're so pretty like this... Wish I could have you like this every day..." (Name) said kissing the other, mask long removed as their lips chased one another "you're so perfect... So wonderful..." (Name) loved praising the other, feeding his ego.

And Crowley felt on cloud nine as his beloved worshiped him, kissing him sloppily and whined as (name)s tongue slipped in and gently coaxed him to kiss back, the poor dark made struggling to keep up with the heat of the passion.

"Mmh!" (Name) swollowed moans and whines as he rubbed the others waist and the bruises he left from gripping particularly hard, shifting his thrusts to be a bit more slow as he pushed in nice and deep and swore he could see the outline of his cock.

(Name) let Crowley's legs drop to wrap around (name)s waist, the man pressing his hand against Crowley's abdomen and he could feel his cock go in and out.

"Do you feel that? My cock going in and out of your sloppy little cunt?" (Name) teased while licking at his nipple, Crowley arching his back as felt (name)s hot tongue swirl around his areola before biting at his nipple, (name) pulling Crowley close with one arm wrapped around his waist "don't worry my song bird... I'll take care of you" he promised as he fucked him well and good, stroking his cock in rhythm.

"Please... Fuck oh!" Crowley was such a sweetheart when fucked stupid...

He was so beautiful, sweaty and glowing as he let (name) use him like a sex toy... Maybe one day the fates would allow him to be with Crowley forever, bound by magic for eternity...

"Close...! Fuck (name)!" Crowley cried out as he bit into (name)s shoulder, causing the other to hiss as he picked up speed and left hickeys across Crowley's neck and shoulder as the other sang sweetly for him "so big..." Crowley whined as his body shook out an orgasm.

"I'll fill you up so well... Don't you worry my beloved..." (Name) would give Crowley his life if it meant his happiness would be fulfilled... But for now his cum would have to suffice.

(Name) kept his pace as Crowley's cum covered both their chests, (name)s eyes closed as he felt himself get close "so good, so fucking tight for me... God you're perfect... A perfect little hole for me... I love you" (name) confessed as Crowley looked for once out of words and pulled him into a greedy kiss as (name) came deep within him.

Slow thrusts as he rode out his climax before slowly pulling out his cock and cum dripping out of his ass "beautiful..." (Name) loved Crowley at all times, especially like this.

"I... I love you as well." Crowley mumbled while (name) waved his hand to summon a wash cloth to clean the dark mage "maybe next time I could take you to dinner for our "meetings", must keep peace yes?" (Name) asked as he crouched infront of Crowley to wash the sweat off his body.

"Since I'm so generous, I'll agree to your silly dinner"

"Wonderful"

They couldn't be together the way they wished but this was close enough, the two looking at each other longingly as Crowley put his mask back on.

"Now, be a good little mage and help me to the restroom, the least you could do for blowing my back like that"

[weirdsht]

I really love characters with the tendency to bleed and be some human sacrifice. Tysm kdj and krs. 😭 i have a new idea altho I'm not sure if somebody's already done this. Cale and the group with someone who coughs out blood everytime they spill spoilers from the tcf novel? Like she's been transmigrated/reincarnated (whatev you desire (⁠^⁠^⁠). Bro is trying to help so bad bc they hate war so they do it subtly and carefully (imagine having to be careful with your wording, I can't even--) but can't help but shit out blood sometimes or most of the time cos they forget and get frustrated

Forgive me for i love miserable characters...

Hardbound (Paperback pt. 2) - Cale x Reader

notes: I decided to link it to another oneshot I did before because I think it fits. I hope that's okay!

tags: blood, like the whole fic is blood, heavy cursing, Cale might be ooc, NOVEL SPOILERS (near the end of book 1)

English isn’t my first language so there will be grammatical errors

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Constructive criticisms and any kind of interaction are more than welcome

Requests are open and welcome

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Crimson, the colour of Cale’s hair.

That was the colour Cale can see right now. However, he is not looking at his hair.

“Ugh!”

Instead, he was looking at the blood dripping from your mouth.

“Stop speaking. This is not good for you.”

“Why not? You cough up blood all the time. Why can’t I do the same?”

You joked lightly but Cale didn’t like how weak your voice sounded. Indeed, he always coughs up blood. Especially whenever he overuses his ancient powers. But the blood he coughs up is dark red. Dead blood from his regeneration powers cleansing his body.

Not the vibrant crimson blood dripping from your chin. Blood from a beating heart, a sign of vitality as Eruhaben would say.

“I need to continue, you need to know about this. We must hurry up so just- ugh… so just listen.”

When you told Cale you were going to pull a “World Tree-nim and a Cale combo”, he didn’t know what he expected. 

It certainly wasn’t you trying to give out spoilers from your beloved book and coughing out copious amounts of blood.

“There will be monsters. Ones too hard to– Ugh! Fuck! I’m sure you understand what I mean.”

Drip

“That’s two out of five. Those things will be in a pit. It’ll look like statues, you will also see… you will also see an altar there…”

Drip

Drip

“You don’t need to speak anymore. Please, the rest of us will figure it out.”

“No, no. I’m fine really… Bear bastard, you know who it is, hostages. He’ll– Ugh!”

Drip. Drip. Drip

“It’s Tasha’s people. For a summoning– Fuck that one really hurts! I'm trying to speak as vaguely as possible already, what the hell…”

“Please… I’m going to tape your mouth shut if you don’t shut up.”

Drip

Drip

Drip. Drip. Drip

“I’d like to see you try. The tape won’t stick with all– with all this blood.”

“Haaa”

“Enough jokes. The fourth and fifth ones are connected. In Endable, watch out for bears and black– watch out for black mages. And avoid– Shit! Avoid using instant. But I'm not sure if it's… if it's possible… I need to speak… to speak to Raon. The last spoiler is for him– ugh..!”

Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip.

Cale wanted to refuse. He wanted this to end.

At first, it was just from your mouth.

The blood that is.

Then it started dripping from your left eye. Naturally, your right eye was next.

Then your nose. Then your ears.

Before the commander knew it, your entire face was covered with blood. He tried to wipe it, but they were dripping so quickly that it did nothing.

Cale doesn’t know how are you still conscious. He isn’t even sure if you’re still breathing. That was why he wanted you to shut up. That was why he desperately wanted this to stop.

But it can’t

Cale can’t refuse nor can he end this.

It was because you already made up your mind. And since you did, there’s no stopping you now.

So he gets Raon. Warned the toddler that the sight inside the room would not be pretty, but he must listen. Because their futures are resting upon the words you are about to say.

Upon the words written in your beloved book.

“Human…”

“I know… If you can’t listen I’ll listen for you and rely on the message.”

“No… I’m great and mighty. Because I’m great and mighty I shall listen to this conversation myself.”

Raon flew over to where you were. Placing himself on your lap as he uses his stubby paws to hug you.

“Ah, it feels comforting to have such a great and mighty being comforting me. But you’ll get blood on you– Ugh..!”

Drip. Drip.

The black dragon didn’t care about the blood. He just hugged you tighter at the sound of you coughing up more blood.

“Raon Miru-nim remember this well. Things might get messy and despite my meddling things might still go awry. So I’m telling you right now. In Endable, Cale might become incapacitated to fight– Fuck! Ugh, I promised to not curse in front of you…”

Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip.

Drip…

Drip..

“It will be hard, you will need to do everything yourself, without Cale. In fact, you will have to do his job– ugh… but you must do well. Remember, the first thing you have to do is have Mila-nim on standby. She can heal him.”

Cough

Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip

“I want to say more… but I’m reaching my limit…”

Raon tightened his hug and you weakly reciprocated it. You aren't sure if the wetness you feel in your shirt is from your blood or the dragon’s silent tears. Nonetheless, you still tried to hug Raon tighter.

In the meanwhile, Cale was already calling for servants and healers to attend to you as soon as you admitted your limit. His voice was laced with unusual panic. It made the others who didn’t know what was happening move with urgency.

“Raon-nim…”

“Yes?”

“You are strong, smart, great and mighty, always remember that.”

You weakly stroked Raon’s back, trying to comfort him in advance for the things about to come.

“Young master what’s going on–”

Beacrox and Ron stopped in their tracks when they saw the condition you were in.

“Ahahaha, you guys are right on time. I think… I’m going.. To…”

You couldn’t even finish your sentence for you already fell unconscious. Your body dangerously swaying to fall off from your sitting position on the couch. Luckily, Cale was nearby and managed to catch your falling body.

Cale glanced at you, then he glanced at the open book on the table.

As usual, he couldn’t see what was written on the pages. He could only see the cover title at the front and the synopsis at the back.

But that doesn’t stop him from hating that damned book that put you in this state.

If only you haven’t read that book before coming here.

If only there wasn’t a restriction placed on you by that damned book.

If only…

“Fuck, after this war is done I’m going to try and burn that shitty book one way or another. I don’t care anymore if it’s your favourite.”

note: in case it wasn't clear, the placement of the drips signifies how fast the reader's blood was gushing out

[aaron-m-geist-ff]

Royal!au where Mahito is the castle wizard and is known for his eccentric nature.

You are the queen’s lady-in-waiting, but her majesty cares more for her beloved psychic mage with strange stitch marks on his skin. Nobody knows much about him, and many aristocrats in the court suspect that Mahito was the result of a terrible science experiment gone wrong.

Regardless of his origins, it is clear that he is powerful and well educated. He can create countless potions and can even successfully predict the future with his strange tarot cards. Mahito is always at the queen’s side, aiding in all of her decisions. He rarely ever speaks to anyone else.

Except for you.

You run into him in the corridor one day, nearly causing the wizard to drop his spell books. He always wears the same black robes which flow behind him as he walks at a brisk pace. You apologize profusely for your own clumsiness. And Mahito looks at you as if he is just now seeing you for the first time. The two of you partake in an awkward first meeting, which gradually turns into small talk. Eventually, you engage in full on conversations any chance you get.

The queen sits on her throne, overseeing her court.

You stand on her left.

Mahito on her right.

You exchange knowing glances every once in a while.

It goes on that way for what feels like ages until the tension breaks. You spend most of your free time in the wizard’s tower, watching him work amongst the organized chaos. Mahito ends up fucking you against his large mahogany desk, pushing his scrolls and spell books aside carelessly.

Those multi-colored eyes of his are glued to yours. His breathing is labored and quick as he drills his cock into your dripping pussy. His large hands push at your sweaty thighs, causing you to let out a string of high pitched moans. Mahito fucks you so deeply. He slams into your cervix just to hear those pretty noises.

“Ha…I pulled the lover card earlier,” he rasps. “My prophecies always come true.”

_____

Had to get this off my chest, y’all 🥵 thoughts?

Read more Mahito here

[squeaky-potat]

I finally got around to drawing my cheerful murderous black mage ✨

Henry, my beloved, I’m sorry it took so long.

[oh-no-its-bird]

I know you already did a dungeon meshi x naruto au, but think with me

I was listening to the "I'll let the world burn for you" song and, while thinking on kakaobi, I realized that's SO farcille coded

So now I thought "crossover au where kakaobi is farcille", but idk who would be marcille bc, honestly, both would use dark magic to resurrect the other, mr. Hatake "Don't use rinne tensei even if it means not saving many lives" Kakashi and mr. Uchiha "I'll destroy this world and create a dream one to have my loved ones again" Obito

YOURE SO RIGHT WHAT THE FUCK

Mm,, alternate dungeon meshi AU with obkk my beloved,,

I think Marcille Kakashi fits best if we really wanna play off that "star student turned you're worst nightmare" angle, hes my favorite rising star prodigy who tried to run too far and too fast and crashed and burned for it

Also just Chimera Obito, cmon, come on. If nothing else, I am now committed to seeing Uchiha as chimeras, it's fun

Mad Mage Madara and ruler of the golden kingdom Izuna fits alarmingly well actually, both for the roles and like, narratively from multiple angles. Madara going mad bc of his brothers death, him turning Obito into a monster, his general monstrousness coming from a place of love. It works scarily well

Maybe Tobirama can take the role of that Yaad has, cursed to be immortal and lord of the golden country hidden within the dungeon in Izuna's absence. Madara visits him sometimes and insists it'll all be ok once Izuna is back as Tobirama calls him insane to his face

Anyways; back to the party.

So Marcille Kakashi and Falin Obito. Rin has to be on their team for obvious reasons, but I reeeeally wanna see Itachi, Shisui and Tenzo on it too bc I'm such a sucker for Team Ro.

Alternativley tho, if we make Kakashi an elf, what if we have Team Ro kind of take the place of the Canaries, and say Kakashi was once part of it but bc reasons eventually left and did his own thing? ANBU/ROOT -> Canaries pipeline or smthn idk

(I just want to see team ro somewhere around)

Anyways, Kakashi turning to black magic to save Obito, only inadvertedly managing to make him into a monster, both of them effectively dragging eachother down more and more and further and futher in their unwillingness to let eachother go.

I bet it'd do awful things to Kakashi's guilt complexe too, that'd be fun

Doing smthn fun, let Hashirama be a ghost wandering around trying to talk Madara down from his usual bullshit, but confined to the lower floors or else he risks losing himself. Now let him posess Tenzo bc they have similar magic and let it give him a cool plant magic power up, and also let this mean he can now move between floors as long as he stays inside of Tenzo. Maybe he can help guide them through the dungeon

Let Madara see Obito or Itachi for the first time and realize that his family somehow continued to exist outside of the dungeon walls, and let him feel smthn about it. Let him call him turning Obito into a chimera as something like love, something like welcoming him home, and let him try to offer Itachi something similar.

I have a couple other thoughts but Imma hit post on this bc its been sitting in my drafts for too long now, might come back to add more later but idk

[inactivewattpadauthor]

Erron Black x Reader: Overwatch-Coded

~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Is that the last of it?" Erron Black's muffled voice asks. Kabal had just loaded up the possible last bag of gold and goods in the truck. He wants to be sure none of Kano's men left even a nugget of gold down the ransacked mine.

"Sure is. I already ran through the damn shaft twice." Kabal sharply replies. "We should get the hell out of here before trouble comes. Start telling them to wrap it up and go to the mark-"

A loud noise boomed nearby, cutting the fast man off. Speaking of the devil, huh? Everyone went silent, focused on the direction of the racket. Erron takes his step forward, nonchalantly prepared to light anything up if they dare to intervene the heist.

"Hurry up and get out of here! If they don't kill us and take our score, Kano surely will!" Kabal orders the driver of the storage truck to leave. Kabal steps up to where Black is, prepared to hold off whoever was coming. He readies his hooks. In the back, men shout and prepared guns and got to cover quick, ready to partake in a possible fire.

Showing up a little too late, you and your gang made quite the entrance. Though, you were already irritated that your score as just drove off. Putting that aside, your eyes looked at the competition, then you saw him. Ditto timing with him.

"Erron."

"Y/n."

"You know that chick?" Kabal looks at the cowboy, whom gaze was deeply focused on yours with some sort of visible tension.

"Y/n is a... former partner, a kindly way to put it." The gunslinger rests his hand on his revolver, eyes narrowed at you, not cutting off your eye contact. "Lassie is a wild one, so stay sharp on what she does."

You couldn't help but chuckle at that, slinging your beloved rifle over your shoulder. "That's rich coming from you, Black. Because if I remember correctly, I'm the one not interested in drinking yer' blood." You would never get over that fact. After leaving you, came some vampire woman, then a blood mage. As much blood as you spilled, you never consumed it like those two broads did, but it became clear Erron had a type, and you never had a chance to begin with.

Erron groaned and rolled his eyes. "Women like bringin' up stuff in the past a lot, don't they?"(Author is female fyi.)

Offended, you aimed your rifle at him, his side getting more cautious, which makes your side cautious as well, tension rising anxiously. "Watch yer' mouth, cowboy! Or I'll jam my gun so far up your ass, you'll be spittin' bullets for a hot minute!"

The threat definitely made Kabal grimaced, but Erron was completely used to the creative threats you spewed. "You haven't changed a bit, darling."

"I would say the same for you, but I guess that's what happens when you deal with some weird ass sorcerer. Ain't that right, cheater?!" You spat, flicking him off.

"How many times do I oughta tell you, Y/n? It ain't cheatin' if I left you prior!" Black states. He does recall trying to let you down as gently as possible, but you were a little too crazy in the head to take the breakup well. Poor man almost became Erron Blackeye.

"Forget about all that. I believe one of your men drove off with my score!" You lowly growled. "Be a doll and tell him to bring it back so no one has to die." Cooing with condescension, you raised a hand to gesture for your squad to get ready for a fight. Being truthful to yourself, whether you get the gold or not, someone was getting hurt today just for the sake of it. Maybe definitely the dickhead of your ex-boyfriend. But you wanted to be the one that hurts him.

"Kabal," Erron speaks lowly just for the fellow kombatant to hear. "Take out whoever from that side, but leave the lady to me." Kabal nodded. He wouldn't want to get in the way of a lover's quarrel. "Not possible, Y/n." Erron speaks up to you. "He's already gone back to the Black Dragon camp as far as I know. And you sure as hell ain't gonna follow him."

"Heh, have it your way then." You coldly delivered.

Atlas, the showdown is arriving. Everyone was dead silent and anxious. Only the sound of the wind and the swivel of the typical tumbleweed between rivals roll by. And when the sun is blazing just above, you made the first fire at Black. All hell has broken loose.

The old gunslinger was quick enough to jump out the way and start firing back. Both sides fired at each other, Kabal dashes around, avoiding getting shot and looking for a lacking target to pick off. But you and Erron were too focused on each other, ignoring everyone else.

Realizing his uncovered position, Erron gets back up and scrambles off to try and get some cover, but you jumped to his level, aiming your rifle and completely missing your shots. You growled and chased after him, making sure to dodge any bullets he fires back at you. He gets to cover shortly, and you had to reload, growling as you take the time to. "Give it up, Black! I ain't leaving until your riddled with more holes a trypophobe would dream of!"

Erron makes sure to duck and hold his hat on tight as you fire at his shield of cover. "This really isn't necessary, ya know?" His voice is drowned out from the background barrage of gunfire. Conveniently, he spots a belt of flashbangs at his foot, and he knew this was a game changer.

"Look on the bright side. No women, whether it be a normal girl, or some ugly beast you hooked up with, will never have to deal with yer ass again!" You exclaimed eagerly, readying your rifle and taking steps forward.

"Y'know. I just might look at the bright side, just like you're about to!" What you saw was a bunch of flashbangs hurled up in the air towards you. By the time you realized what they really were, it was too late.

"OH SHI-" Everything was white, fading black as the ringing in your ears were treacherous. You were knocked out.

...

"So what do you want to do with her? Someone like her definitely has a juicy bounty on her head." Kabal watches the tired cowboy lift you carefully on the back of the horse, making sure your wrists and ankles were tied securely.

"She's stayin at a tavern." Erron decides with no debate. Kabal questions it though.

"Then what? A crazy chick like her will definitely come back after she realizes her whole crew is gone. Most anyways. Unless you want someone at the tavern to take her out-"

"Nah, I don't want anything to happen with her. She will be safe at the tavern." The cowboy gives a side glare at the speedy male, hinting his seriousness on it.

Kabal shrugs. "Whatever. It's your woman."

eHe walks off and Erron focuses back on you. "Gosh, I miss you and yer wildness." He searches your person, and finds a folded up, ruined picture. It was of you and him happy together in the old days. He smiles under his mask and tucks the photo in his pocket for himself. Next, he slaps the horse for it to take off with you, watching you become distant. ~~~~~~~~~~~~

[crash-bump-bring-the-whump]

Whumptober 2024 - Day 23

Quinn belongs to my beloved boyfriend @friendlylocalwhumper!! Thank you for letting me borrow your spy!!

TWs: someone asks for the death penalty and is denied

Forced Choice | Public Display | Broken Pedestal | “I’m doing this for you.”

Mariano stood in a suit, unmoving beneath the play icon. It was a warm navy, a color that brought out the soft gold in Mariano's skin. His tie was black. The shirt he wore under his jacket was white. It was all crisp, clean. Brilliant, even on camera.

His face was rounder. Softer. Even with the malnutrition that made his cheekbones sharper, he didn't look twenty. He looked like a teenager still.

He didn't look a day older than Quinn themself was.

They stole a glance out of the corner of their eye. That was him. Right there behind that counter, cleaning mugs, stood the war criminal himself.

This wasn't their first time watching this footage. They'd read up on it when the prison rehabilitation programs updated their website, naturally. Someone who'd burned whole towns couldn't just be better.

It didn't work like that.

All of this had to be a ploy. Mariano Ortiz, now Mariano Cross, had to be some sort of spy for the disgraced man he'd worked under. His begging for the death penalty had to have been faked. They skipped forward.

"Mister Ortiz, the court has accepted your plea of guilty to all the charges brought against you."

The Mariano on screen didn't waver.

"You have been sentenced to life in prison with the possibility of parole."

Until he did.

"No," He whispered, just loud enough to be heard. "No, I need to be neutralized. I'm too dangerous to--"

"The court's decision is final. You will be taken into custody immediately with credit for time served. Have a good day, Mister Ortiz."

A woman in the background started quietly crying as Mariano was handcuffed and led away, seemingly in shock. When the camera panned over, Quinn confirmed that it had to be Mariano Ortiz's mother, Lucia. She looked how she did in all the Facebook photos, and leaned into the man who had to be Ramon. They looked relieved.

There had to be more to this. Quinn had to be missing something. No one just did that unless they were playing the long game.

"Still doing alright?" A voice not coming from their headphones pulled Quinn away from their thoughts.

Mariano was at the counter, hand on the handle of a mug. "Need a refill? I know studying for midterms can be hard without some coffee to sip on."

Quinn smiled easily in return and tabbed over to the document they'd been keeping their notes on. "That'd be nice, Mister Cross. Thank you." They watched him fill a new mug with their order, made exactly like the last two they'd slowly worked their way through.

"Rough class? You've been frowning like fall break was cancelled."

"Ah, you could say that." They said, accepting the new mug that was brought over. They looked up at him over the top of their laptop screen. His ringlit eyes seemed to bore into them as he leaned closer to take their empty one.

"Well, you're free to stay as long as you like." He said, a small smile playing on his lips. "I certainly don't mind the company."

Quinn watched broad shoulders retreat back to the counter to begin washing the ceramic and swallowed. Somehow that was always worse than they expected. Somehow they expected to hear the crack of a whip, or the rattle of chains in a basement when they watched him walk away.

They had to find out what he was really in the city for. They couldn't see more innocent people die at one awful mage's hands. Not ever again.

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[secretagentsociety]

Huge yandere X extremely concerningly chill reader pt2

We all know the drill eng isn't my first language,I didn't proof read yada yada and this is again just self indugent

more about huge yandere!

•first thing first the world you're in Because no!people no no this fic is not taking place in our normal modern world that would be boring.to write,anyway this world is a fantasy world called gaia,it have worrior,villains,heroes,fairy,god goddesses,elf,goblins and even the legendary m.i.l.f. and d.i.l.f so there's that.

In my defense who doesn't know a fantasy magic based world amirite? Alr we done? We cool with this? Moving on!!

• so whats like his deal?,like what's his backstory?Well you're in luck!bcuz I have just the thing!firstly he hails from a humble beginning-

Nah he's the hero of this world,yes you heard it right the righteous hero,summoned isekaid typical op mc but he's just built naturally tall and naturally scary so ppl thought of him as a devil and basically discredit his hero Status, The mages then proceed to summon another hero a more traditional looking one yk?suave,cool,has way with words and prolly have a whole harem?yes that replaced our beloved yandere

oh but it's fine!he doesn't rlly see the point of a harem,in his eyes there can only be one person he shall devote his life into And that is you!:D his beautiful dearest darling (yes even if you're a dude you'd still be beautiful to him)(no exceptions)

• now that his backstory is over let's get to know him really His name is Tresh (real name unknown)(goes by Tresh cuz yes)

his height?that depends how tall are you?now take that and add about...hmmm....alot more than that and bam!you have his height!(How many is alot more is unspecified,go ham make him a giant for all we care :P)

His appearance typical scary mobster but still kinda cute kinda hot ya feel me?,like wouldn't be the first guy you laid your eyes on but wouldn't be the dude you forget instantly

his hair is basically just black with little white strand to it His eye colour plain brown just normal brown that looked like black nothin special but it's cute yk?I love brown eyes,they cool,they vibing

•his job? well he's basically a hero?villain?who knows not even me the author knows,but I could tell you this,since he is the original hero the world favours him GREATLY!

so don't even try to run cuz some of the most ridiculous sht will happen to you like for example tripping on a stick and bam! Right into his arm how you get there?idk.

and since he basically got the world's favor he's strong as fk remember? he's mc,typical op and yada yada all that jazzy plot armor,yes he had those even if he's 'replaced' the only thing the new hero can obtain is just the thing he never pursue After

which he felt lucky that he pursue you (he say pursue I say kidnapping,but yk what tomato potato) Before the new hero,cuz just the thought of you being eyed by that sleezy womaniser!perverted!douchebag! new hero made him angry to the point his mana spills out causing a not so good natural disaster

Oh well he's sure the new hero will fix it :D

• how jealous CAN he get Now I mentioned previously he's jealous as fk,now his jealousy doesn't show Infront of you,although if it did you prolly wouldn't even gaf,but behind you oh boy...

honestly had you not been aware of you surroundings?!

basically everyone avoided gazing at you for more than 5 seco-i mean 3-no?ok 2 seconds???- okay he gotta stop or everyone gonna have to use a blindfold just to keep the empire peaceful and away from his wrath

may or may not have had his loyal subordinates to trail after you,not to stalk you or anything (yes it's to stalk you) it's just to take records of what you're doing everyday (which is stalking) but it's not rlly stalking if it's for your safety (nope still stalking) he just loves you so much what if you got injured?!and he wasn't there?! Oh god the horror of paper cuts you could be in pain!!(cool motif still stalking)

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Have to stop here bcuz it'll be too long,I shall continue later.

Pt1

[fisherkn1ght]

A VERY DESCRIPTIVE PROFILE OF YOUR MUSE: Arisen & Pawn(s) Edition

tagged by: @bees-tes-blog (THANK YOU AGHH🥹)

tagging: @garzzum 😈

(I THINK MOST OF MY MUTUALS HAVE BEEN TAGGED but if you see this.. it's a sign to stop everything and fill this out IMMEDIATELY!!)

(game under the cut ((: )

ARISEN: LEONEN

(I realize I have..0 nice screenshots of him. oh well)

nicknames: 'Leon' (by others), 'Little lion' (by pawn)

age: Ranges, starting from 19~24, ending around 37

race: elven, though from a different region than the Vermudian elves

gender: cis male (if he really thought on it, though, he'd consider himself some degree of apagender)

orientation: gay, demisexual

moral alignment: chaotic good (I thinmk..)

class/subclass: started out as an assassin (DDDA), aligned with warfarer for most of his years as an arisen, but ended as a magick archer/trickster when the left side of his body was burned to the point of being non-functional.

background: Raised in a quiet, distant fishing village for most of his childhood. Once 18, he set sail with his beloved. Upon making their home in Melve, a dragon razed the village shortly after, murdering his beloved and leaving him as that world's Arisen, however unwilling he may have been to the role.

interests/hobbies: fishing and sailing (as a sentimental hobby), bird keeping (lovebirds), and writing (:

languages: a basic understanding of common, but his background is fluency in elven (and it is his preference). He has selective mutism, however, so speaking (with others in general) is often difficult even in his birth language

height: 156 (SHORTTTT)

colors: solid reds, dark purples, and black (:

fruits: fig, passion fruit

alcoholic beverages: Just a solid mead or ale, to take the edge off of whatever state he's in.

smokes: No, it reminds him of his late lover (who was always on greenwarish)

drugs: No

drivers oxcart license: he claims to have one (jumping on the backs of unsuspecting oxen does count right..right..)

ever been arrested: yes.. but he will always deny it (the guards shouldn't have been there) because he is an angel💖

PLAYLIST BECAUSE..ofc🙈: Leonen

PAWN: N'GALAM

nicknames: "little lamb" (by arisen)

age: appears late-twenties

race: Vermudian elven

gender: transgender male (later id's as transmasc)

orientation: aromantic, unlabeled for sexual orientation

moral alignment: chaotic neutral (methinks..)

class/subclass: begins as a warrior, persists as a mage, ends as a sorcerer

background: summoned by his arisen after wandering the Rift for most of his life. Despite their abrasive relationship, they softened eachother for the better. He had initially come to him as a pawn named Angmare, and for the first few years of gaining a conscience (with the arisen's presence) he began to feel uncomfortable, and even sickened by what he was perceived to be. In a possessed fit of rage shortly after contracting dragonsplague, he'd clawed out his own chest and declared himself anew to Leonen (after returning from the rift, that is😭).

interests/hobbies: loveloveLOVES dancing and music, along with stargazing (preferably from inside, though), and making jewelry with the scraps they collect from battle.

languages: common and Vermudian elvish, learned his arisen's dialect later.

height: 203 (I think..🙈)

colors: deep/royal purples, burgundy, black, soft turquoise

fruits: papaya, pineapple

alcoholic beverages: he steals the fruit wines that are wasting away aging in their storage

smokes: noo

drugs: nooo

drivers oxcart license: no (he despises the smell of ox poo... it's worth walking the whole way to him)

ever been arrested: he says they'll never find the bodies (he hasn't)

AWESOME SEXY BEAUTIFUL PLAYLIST: N'galam

thank you for suffering along with my world building that 100% makes sense 🤝