#but like. in another scenerio. maybe.

[wondersinwaynemanor]

i have this hc that the rest of the batkids are getting comfortable in going to Jason and Roy's place, and just know that Jason won't get mad because of Lian's presence.

[i promised myself i won't make the scenerios too long]

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Jason walks out the room to get some water from the kitchen, when he hears the kitchen cabinet open.

and viola, it's Tim and Steph opening a box of fruit loops cereal.

Jason, tries to keep his voice low: What in the actual fuckery are you both doing here in the middle of the night?

Steph, munching on some food, raises both of her hands: This was Tim's idea. I'm innocent.

Tim, shrugs: Lian said I could have some of her fruit loops.

Jason: I swear, Replacement, I'm going to-

Lian, walking from behind the counter, rubs her eyes: Don't be mad, Jayjay. I told Uncle Tim and Aunt Steph they could take some of my food.

Jason, frustrated at this point: Did you wake her up?

Tim and Steph both shake their heads.

Roy, from their room: Jaaaaaybird, let the kids eat!

Jason, sighing, takes Lian's hand slowly: Let's get you back to bed, Princess.

Lian, sleepily: Don't forget to add to the swear jar, Jayjay.

Tim and Steph laugh quietly by the time Jason and Lian disappear for their sights, and continue to eat.

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at 5 in the morning, Roy shrieks from the hallway. Jason immediately goes out to check.

Roy, a hand on his chest: Damn it. Cass scared the living hell out of me.

Jason, raises his brow: Cass???

Roy points to the living room. Cass is sitting comfortably on the couch, still in her Black Bat suit, but cowl off. Lian has her head on her lap as Cass runs her fingers softly on her hair.

Cass looks up at the two men, but doesn't say anything. then smiles down as she sings a low lullaby to Lian.

Jason: Uh, I think it's best if we let her be.

Roy, nods: I agree.

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as Jason and Roy are getting comfortable on bed, Lian knocks on their bedroom door.

Jason: I already put her to bed. I think it's the chocolate milk, Roy. She gets a little hyper before bed.

Roy, getting up from his position, chuckles: Maybe munchkin got hungry. Again.

Jason chuckles with him, putting the blanket higher on his upper body.

Jason is not too sure, but he dozes off for a few minutes. and reaches for Roy on his side, but he isn't there. thinking, Lian did get hungry, he stands up from the bed and exits the room.

he should have just continued to sleep.

on the couch, there's Dick, still in his suit, a few bruises on his face and a bandaged leg, and Duke, on his suit as well, a few bruises on his face too, but no bandages whatsoever. Lian is sat between them as the three of them watch an animated show on the television.

Jason, standing a distance from the couch, crosses his arms on his chest: Last time I checked, this is supposed to be a private apartment for three people. This isn't a vacation home-

in sync, Dick, Duke and Lian shush him, their eyes glued on the screen.

Roy laughs from the kitchen.

Jason, approaches him: What's going on here?

Roy, wipes his hands on the kitchen towel: Lian let them in. Dick is injured-

Jason: Good.

Roy, pulls Jason close by the waist: Dick, your brother, is injured. I patched him up. Duke thought it was a good idea for them to stop by here to rest.

Jason: And they're ruining Lian's sleeping hours.

Roy, kisses his temple: It's a Saturday, Jaybird.

Jason, murmurs: Sure.

Roy, smiles: You're such a dad now.

Jason blushes, hiding his face on Roy's shoulder.

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as Roy brings Jason on top of him, they hear Lian's loud giggles from outside their room.

Jason, looks down at Roy: I thought she's asleep already.

they both stand up to check on Lian.

and it's her and Damian on the living room floor, a kitten between them. the kitten is wrapped with Robin's cape.

Jason: Looks like the brat found another kitten.

Jason and Roy stare lovingly at the scene for a few minutes. Lian smiles brightly, patting the kitten gently. Damian is also smiling, caressing the animal on his arms.

[whoistartaglia]

not necessarily a request but in response to your “i’ll save you a seat” post, i’d like to imagine scenerios where you (reader) gets to the door before xiao and open it and he just—malfuctions—error error!! and he silently closes the door infront of you only to open it again for you!! maybe this even turns into some strange competition where you and xiao fight to open the door for one another lol (xiao will always win because he just closes the door again and then opens it)

ANON DKSOEMLSLS I DIDNT EVEN THINK OF THIS BUT HE TOTALLY WOULD

spiritual successor to this (i suggest reading first)

as for the rest of them…

wanderer puts his hand over the edge of the table only to accidentally smack you in the head. hey, it’s not his fault! at least, that’s what he tells you when you’re rubbing the welt on your forehead. you bent down so suddently that he had no choice to move quickly. should you mention that he probably did more harm than the table, he’ll grumble that he would have picked whatever you dropped up for you.

diluc double flips over your pillow. you left to get up, he flipped it over as a sleeping diluc does and then he does it. again. maybe he was extra tired or thought you got up again. to be honest, you didn’t really know of this habit of his until the mistake. you come back to a warm pillow and snoring diluc, and turn it over yourself. this may or not may wake up diluc, and he may or may not flip it over onto the warm side yet again.

kaveh reminds you if you have everything but he should honestly save a reminder for himself. once or twice or three times he’s left the house without his keys, his work, his shoes (that was a strange occasion and he still didn’t realize for a solid ten minutes). you’ll have everything you need to get through the day, but kaveh will have to make a pit stop back at the house to pick up his own forgotten items.

childe makes you too many snacks at once. when he brought over the first one, you thanked him with a genuine smile. the second time, you still had some of the first snack left, but thanked him anyways. the third time you got a little concerned; the fourth… well, you at least finished the first snack by now. you have to tell him that it’s okay! you don’t need a fifth right now! (he already has it ready to go—you’ll find him eating it alone in the kitchen).

zhongli goes into debt. listen, he’s still getting used to this whole mortal thing, and honestly, not having access to infinite mora definitely blows. he’ll find some gift he absolutely must buy for you only to realize he has only one golden coin left on him. later that night, he’ll still give you that gift, and if his smile looks somewhat strained, it’s because he had to get a certain someone to pay for it.

kaeya’s brain kind of short stops when he sees you get to the tavern before him. oh, you’re already sitting down, look at that. that’s fine and all, he wants to be the one to save you a seat. so you’ll look over when kaeya still hasn’t joined you and find him sitting at another table alone. that’s strange, what’s he doing there? you walk over to him and he pulls out the chair for you, and so your seat for the night as once again been saved.

alhaitham will get annoyed if you fall asleep during a good part of the story. like, yeah, that’s point of him reading to you but, really, did you have to fall asleep during the best part? he has two options: gently shake you awake to finish the chapter, or let you sleep like intended. his choice will depend on what book he’s reading, but if he wakes you because it’s a research paper and you just got to the oh-so important findings, feel free to take the paper of his hands, drop it on the floor, and go back to sleep. he can continue in the morning.

[allfearstofallto]

What would Yuri (your yandere bulter OC) do if his lady had an arranged marriege and was meeting the person she was arranged to marry with?

(Y'all make me so happy I could die!! I've been unironically imagining this scenerio for months!!!)

Yandere! Male OC x Reader

“You're much too young to be wed,” Yuri whined softly as his cold finger tips helped you latch the clip of your necklace. A beautiful, pink gem nestled in the center of the neckware drew attention to your bare collar bone, the radiant skin of your chest, and the lovely smile you had just above it. Yet another piece of jewelry your mother had sent you from her travels, she had such a taste for things you liked, despite hardly being around.

You merely scoffed at his words, rolling your eyes in the tandum. While he tied your hair up, you dusted yourself with perfumed powder, staring at yourself the entire time, “You must be insane, Yuri. I'm actually past the average marrying age.”

That much was true. Girls of your status typically married much much younger, usually right after coming of age. Even you yourself received many letters begging for a chance to meet after your debutante, which Yuri would swiftly burn in your fire place when you expressed your distate. You had things holding you back. You longed for schooling, travel, and a the freedom of being young and not tied down. Both your father and Yuri took this news excitedly and never pushed for you to get wed. They both even excitedly told you that you'd never have to leave the manor and if you so pleased, you'd be pampered for the rest of your life.

It sounded nice in theory, living off of your fathers wealth and being a bachelorette until the day you died, but many women at your tea parties were talking about their prospects, fiances, and even their husbands, and suddenly you felt as if you could no longer relate anymore. And the even more harsh realization hit you, that you were lonely. You'd sit quietly at the table, sipping your tea nervously and realizing that maybe it was time for you to begin viewing romance in a different light, not as a hindrance chaining you down, but a new beginning in life.

Your father was expectedly saddened by your announcement and Yuri…well, Yuri’s expression was hard to read. He stood silently for a bit, his lips formed in a tight line, eyebrows starting to furrow a bit behind his thick, round glasses. It was a face you'd never seen him make before, him typically preferring laid back or soft expression.

“You can't actually be serious, my lady,” Yuri forced himself to not sound more hurt than he actually was, but if you listened closely, you could hear his voice tremble, “You always said you'd stay in the manor forever.”

You glanced at yourself once over again in your full body mirror, feeling shy and almost slightly over dressed in the gown you chose. It was such a strange feeling, the way your heart was thumping in your chest, and you couldn't tell if it was excitement or nerves. You could see Yuri behind you in your reflection, a frown still formed on his lips.

“I said that when I was eight! You can't trust the words of a child,”

Yuri sighed again, pushing his snow, white hair out of his face in a sign of stress. A stress reflex that you seldom saw him do. Yuri was a man that was so calm and composed, yet today he was showing so much anxiety. And for what, you'd didn't know.

“Then what of me? This man you're meeting, he's the Duke two cities over. I am here to serve you, my lady, won't I go with you?”

“I'd hate to uproot your life, Yuri,” you began with a sad tone. You couldn't fathom the idea that he could look any sadder, yet as you spoke, his face fell even farther, “B-but mother will be home shortly! She sent a letter saying that it will only be a few more weeks, you could still stay in the manor and tend to her instead.”

Your suggestion is met with a shallow, solemn shake of his head, “You are my life, my lady. I wish to serve no one else.”

[chronologically-challenged]

There was this one art a little while ago about the family stuck in a situation where they're forced to play ISAT in some post game scenerio. I keep having many thoughts, but here's some about them figuring out who Loop is:

1) They all BAFFLED by how Loop usually talks. They all thought Loop was this shy little star person. Immediately, they get hit with "have you tried not dying~~~~" into "I think you deserve help" and do not know what to think.

2) Odile is in charge of the controller. Mainly bc no one else wants to control Siffrin and they all have equal amount of video game experience aka none, so Odile is being practical about it. This has the side effect that Odile gets to be all investigative. Odile makes it her MISSION to find stuff out about Loop.

3) Siffrin has complicated feelings about them finding out about Loop??? Like okay they HATE their family has to see all this, ESPECIALLY THAT THEY CAN SEE HIS THOUGHTS!!!! But. Loop. Siffrin hasn't told his family the truth. It's not his story to tell. But. If they figure it out...? In a way that proves Loop wrong, right? That they can recognize them. Maybe it takes a bit because Loop looks different is and actively trying to be different from Siffrin. But. Maybe...? Either way they encourage Odile to talk to Loop. If this is a simulation... if this is real in some way even... yeah he wants to talk to Loop.

Anyway here's a list on how they find out one by one:

Odile: She catches the little stuff. She notes the royal We, the fact that Loop alludes to having an old body by accident, the casual familiarity in some places. All of that. She is also the first to note their eyes being different shades. However, Odile doesn't make the connection 100%, not until Isabeau. Well.

Isabeau: He gets some of the weird stuff Loop says but not as many as Odile. HE finds Loops side comments weirder. He sees Loop's reactions and they're a bit. Uncanny.... and then he has another realization, Loop and Siffrin have the same eyes. When Isabeau notes this, it all clicks for Odile.

Mirabelle: Okay, so. You cannot tell me that Mirabelle has not read fantasy stories with weird guide characters. She has to have!!!! So at first, she's not even looking for who Loop is. And tbh? She has the best read on Loop's personality otherwise. Sassy, but clearly caring. A bit of a shit, but serious when needed. And mainly, she appreciates Loop Being There when the rest of them couldn't. That being said, the moment where the "have you wondered who I am" happens. And suddenly Mirabelle Is Thinking Of the Possibilties. And then the ME option pops up!!!! Odile was already about to pick it but Mirabelle YELLS to pick that one!!!!! Uh. Shortly after that they all have a conversation about how yeah, Loop is VERY likely Siffrin. Mirabelle justifies herself with tropes. Of course!!! Of course they're Siffrin!!! If they're anyone they have to be Siffrin. Siffrin got transformed and became the guide they needed!!!! It Just Makes Sense.

Bonnie: ....Tbh doesn't really figure it out on their own? But also. Loop. Feels like Frin. Not exactly like Frin. But they're Frin enough to be trusted so who cares. It takes awhile for them to really get it too because... it's weird. Also they're the one to really ask why there would be two Frins??? Duh??? And why would Frin become Loop???

Anyway, basically, after picking "Me?" They pretty much are all on the same page. They got that it was wishcraft. They got Loop is Siffrin somehow. I think Odile might figure out that "hey, uh if Loop is the guide then what happens when Loop doesn't have a guide" and Mirabelle probably says "wait Siffrin didn't you say to me once that without Loop you wouldn't have made it?"

Meanwhile Siffrin is a mix of sad and very emotionally touched. Because. Yeah. Even when trying to actively hide, their family recognized them.

Notably, Siffrin gets them to twohats (Siffrin remembers that they understood Loop most after showing them the coin. So yes, the family does get to see Siffrin's "I will forget everything I love" moment. Goes as well as you expect. Lots of hugs and the reassurance that they will bug Siffrin until the end of their days so he can't forget him so HA!)

But yeah. Siffrin really wants to make sure they can get little simulation Siffrin to realize Loop is Siffrin as well. Because if there is any chance of this being real and that they're guiding a Siffrin in another reality, then they want to make sure they can get Loop to know just how much they did. How much they helped and changed Siffrin's fate for the better.

To note: I'd imagine in this scenario, Odile wouldn't go do any of the side stuff. At least not too much of it. There wouldn't be as much exploration either. Siffrin likely would be very underleveled as a result.

So perhaps in this scenario? Imagine if you will that while the Siffrin watching definitely defeated Loop, the simulation Siffrin loses.

And Siffrin finds out that... no. No! Of course Loop couldn't kill him. Of course they wouldn't. There is a catharsis to that realization.

(After they finish the game, either a) prologue playthrough time or b) they're freed and the group IMMEDIATELY try to figure out a way to find Loop bc uh??? Even if they weren't Siffrin, they want to find them. But like. Two Frins. Two Frins they know are different but who cares, no matter who Loop chooses to be, Loop Is Family Too).

Anyway, family plays isat featuring the Loop Saga.

[lordkuntfuck]

Au where a drunk newly 19 year old Eddie shacks up with a girl, not long before he gets together with Shannon. 9 months later a baby shows up on his doorstep.

(I'm sorry in advance)

Not knowing what to do but not wanting to just abandon a baby, Eddie and Shannon take him in. Everything continues as is in canon (to an extent) but now with the extra layer of chris not actually being biologically Shannon's (so her story is even more heartbreaking (I love her, this is not Shannon bashing at all))

Eddie joins the 118 and meets the firefam, all is well. He can't help but think that Buck guy looks vaguely familiar but then again blond white jocks are pretty indistinguishable.

One day, a few years later, their all talking about their childhoods while on a q-word shift. Buck says something along the lines of "when I was little girl" without thinking about it.

Everyone's a little surprised but very accepting obviously.

Later after the shift, when they're alone, Buck needs to find out more on how Eddie feels about him being trans so tells him he can ask him anything. Eddie asks about like when and how he knew and stuff like that. It starts getting a bit emotional cuz of the Buckley parents and whatnot.

So to lighten the mood Buck makes a joke about being a really hot woman and he knew the world couldn't handle it so he had to transition for the sake of humanity. Eddie makes a snarky comment about how that's impossible (and quietly thinks that no way Buck could be hotter as a woman than he is as a man).

Buck takes offense (jokingly) and decides he needs to prove himself. He shows a photo to Eddie when he was 18, not long before he was able to start socially and medically transitioning (he couldn't before because of his parents). He's also not usually this nonchalant about himself pre-transition but it's Eddie and he trusts him.

Eddie's about to make another joke but as he takes a closer look at the photo, he almost drops Buck's phone. Because no fucking way.

Buck thinks Eddie's reaction is to how hot he was and makes a comment about how he knew Eddie would be drooling over him (he tries not to hurt himself too much with that thought, it was just meant to be a joke after all)

But then he realises that Eddie isn't laughing anymore and he's like having a full blown panic attack and shit what just happened.

Meanwhile Eddie's mind is slowly imploding because what the hell is he meant to do with the knowledge that not only has he already slept with Buck, did so when Buck was in a body he was massively uncomfortable with (which makes Eddie feel extremely guilty), but that there's an extremely high likelihood that he's the father of Buck's son.

Not that he isn't completely shocked by this cuz like come on despite all the years of trying and failing to not wonder who Chris's bio mom was, this scenerio certainly never crossed his mind. And yet somehow he can't say he's that surprised, the amount of time people have thought Buck was Chris's dad instead of Eddie becuase of how similar they look. It actually makes perfect sense.

And maybe he'd be more freaked out if Buck wasn't as close to Christopher as he is because seriously he's thought of that man as a second father to his son for the last however many years already, it's actually kind of a comfort to found out he literally is.

It's that though that finally calms Eddie down enough to allow him to breathe normally again.

Buck is looking at him with that look (you know the one) and Eddie kinda melts on the spot.

Now he just needs to figure out how to break the news to Buck without freaking him out so much that he'll leave again.

Cuz that's another thing, Buck didn't want that kid, except Eddie knows Buck and he knows how much he craves a family so why the fuck did he abandon Chris on his doorstep all those years ago (seriosuly is there any adult in his son's life that hasnt left him at least once, god that poor kid). Also how does Buck not know, if he knew enough to know which house to drop the kid off at, how doesn't he recognise him, he hasn't changed that much. Or maybe he does know but hasn't said anything because he doesnt want that. There are so many questions and Eddie doenst know what to do, he kinda wants to break down again but he feels too drained to even do that.

They don't end up talking about it that night, they just sit with each other until it gets late enough that Buck realises he should get going so he's not a zombie at work tomorrow. Eddie let's him leave.

Buck doesn't really get what happened that night, everything was going fine until he showed Eddie that old photo of him. He couldnt help but think that sure maybe Eddie was fine with him being trans as like a passive thing that happened to him, but when Buck forced him to see the changes he'd gone through it got too much? Eddie's pretty repressed and grew up catholic of course this was gonna be difficult for him to accept when he was probably told people like Buck where freaks of nature or somehting (obviously not all Catholics believed that but he's spiraling here)

After many many hours of self-hatred, a long long talk with Maddie (which included a lot of cuddling with his favourite niece), and a metophorical slap round the head from Chim, Hen and Bobby. Buck confronts Eddie about it.

Eddie feels like a peice of shit for making Buck think his reaction was due to transphobia, and he felt even worse when Buck tried making excuses for him.

Eddie realises he has to come clean.

Buck freaks out as expected. However it's not for any of the reasons that Eddie thought it would be.

Turns out when Buck realised he was pregnant he returned home. He hadn't been gone for long and he really didn't want to have to go back already but he couldn't do this by himself and he wasn't about to ask the random dude he'd hooked up with at a party to raise a child with him. His parents were shocked and reprimanded his behaviour but helped him through his pregnancy nevertheless. Buck suspects it was because they that this meant he would finally change his mind about being trans, but if course it didn't, leading to so many fights and leaving a very hormonal Buck in tears everytime.

Buck doesn't remeber giving birth, he doesn't even remember the drive to the hospital. All he remembers is waking up, his parents sitting by his side, Maddie nowhere to be seen (she was never told, iconic that they both ended up keeping pretty big secrets from each other involving a child). His dad looked stoic but somber, and his mom had two perfect tear tracks running down her face, her makeup left unaffected.

Immediately Buck knew something was wrong, it didn't take a genius to figure out what that something was. His parents told him the baby hadn't even taken a first breath.

Buck looked up at Eddie after finishing the tale of the worst day of his life. Eddie was red faced and crying, Buck had never told anyone else that story before, not even his therapist, he knew he looked much worse.

Eddie takes Buck's hands in his own, forcing Buck to meet his gaze, and says with as much love as humanely possible "he's alive". Buck let's out another sob, and God he sounds so wrecked. Eddie repeats himself, "he is alive, Chris is alive, our son is alive"

Before Buck can respond the phone rings, it's the hospital, Chris was in some kind of accident and he's being taken into surgery, they don't know if he's gonna make it yet.

Buck is delirious, he almost wants to laugh because he's just found out that his child that's he's thought was dead for the past 13 years is actually not only alive but the son of the literal love of his life (whos very much straight and does not reciprocate by the way), now might actually be dead. The whiplash is enough to kill a man.

Eddie has gone pale, he looks like he's about to throw up, Buck cant help but think ditto (okay he's still a bit delirious)

They race to the hospital, neither of them should be driving but they're not about to waste time waiting for an uber.

When they got to the hospital, one of the parents of another kid in Chris's class is there. She tells them she was driving them back to hers for the kids' sleepover when a drunk driver smashed into the side of the car, the side Chris happened to be on.

Hospitals are shit. Waiting rooms in hospitals are even more shit. Waiting in a waiting room in a hospital while your son is having potentially life saving surgery and no reassurance that he's going to make it is soul destroyingly shit.

Buck's mind is stuck in a loop of "his first breath was stolen from you, now his last breath mightve been too"

After what felt like a lifetime of misery, a doctor finally approaches them.

Eddie is grasping Buck's hand so tightly he thinks he might break it (hey at least he's already in a hospital his brain provides)

The harmonious sighs of relief that punch out of the two men when the doctor tells them the good news could surely be heard the next state away.

For the second time that day Eddie turns to Buck, with tears staining his face and a wobbly smile and says "he's alive"

[astrasng]

thinking about...

bf!hyunwoo who buys you anything you lay your eyes on, that specific thing already wrapped up and waiting for you on your bed when you go back home after a long day, with a small card on top saying, tell me what you want darling, and I'll get it for you♡

bf!hyunwoo who yaps about his day nonstop while laying in top of you cuddling, his legs and arms wrapped around your body like a koala and casually looks up at you to check if you're still listening to him.

bf!hyunwoo who calls you in the middle of the day when he's having an argument with Junmin about something, needing backup from you but the only thing he gets is a hangup.

bf!hyunwoo who insults you out of nowhere, teasing the shit out of you when all you do is laying on the couch or maybe doing some work at home. He loves humbling you, and then immediately kissing you on the cheeks so you know he's only joking.

bf!hyunwoo but when you insult him back, he's crossing his arms infront of him, a sulky pout on his mouth, already walking towards the bedroom so he can isolate himself. hey babe? if you think I'm up for these comments don't even bother coming in my room. and then he giggles when you kiss his pout away.

bf!hyunwoo who sends you silly pics of himself whenever he feels like, and smiles to himself when you suddenly tell him that it made you smile and more happier. expect nothing less but being bombarded by his photos for the rest of the day. even week.

bf!hyunwoo who literally will lie in your face when playing a card game, saying that he didn't cheat when you basically saw him taking another card out of his deck. babe, who do you think am I? I could never cheat, especially when I'm playing with you! okay fine,you got me.

NSFW

as earlier said, bf!hyunwoo likes sending you pictures out of nowhere to catch you off guard. well, don't be surprised when he sends you a picture of his wet cock against his bare stomach, his mouth barely showing but a small smirk painting his lips.

bf!hyunwoo is the type who would degrade you in public. he doesn't care if you are in company, he will whisper dirty things in your ear to make you flustered, his words getting more and more manipulative to get you where he exactly wants you.

bf!hyunwoo whose favorite part of you are your tits. he loves playing with them while cuddling, flicking them when he's fucking you in missionary, smiling when he hears your cries. you sound so pretty like this for me~

bf!hyunwoo who will put you in your place when you're acting bratty, scoffing at your attitude but in the next minute he has you under him, your hands gathered on your back as he forces you on your knees. keep acting like this and see where it gets you.

bf!hyunwoo who also rewards you when you behave well, his heart swell with proud and warmness at his girl being to obedient, letting you take over control and do whatever you want with him.

bf!hyunwoo who sometimes lose control when you squeeze around him just right,catching him off guard with your sweet sounds and acts while fucking you.

bf!hyunwoo is the type who slap your ass when you whimper you can't take him, shaking his head as he grips your waist tighter and pushing his weight on you slightly. you were able to take me before, so shut it and deal with it.

a/n: tysm for @tmrwsuns for helping me out with this scenerio♡ just in case, i would like to say that i don't have any intention saying or thinking that hyunwoo is toxic, or manipulative, this is all by my imagination so don't take this the wrong way!

important!: this is pure fiction, the act in this story is by my imagination and not based off true events. please do not copy the work.

[boywithpinkcarnation]

tbh kinda wanting some jealous!jb like if someone is filtering w her gf OR ESPECIALLY IF IT WAS A ANOTHER GIRL AHH THE DRAMA 🕳️🕳️

alrighty... i am in no way a writer, so this is. going to be bullet point, blurb, word vomit, unedited chaos. additionally, this is gonna be so incredibly self indulgent and catered to me so i hope it suffices for u bug 💝

frankly posting this is very scary for a little tumblr baby like myself, but i feel a need to serve my community 🫡

they style of writing and tbh most headcannons/lore is coming straight from @gingerjolover their blog is lowkey bible and they are the sweetest pookie pie ever. luv u g fr <3 like seriously i recommend you go just read through their masterlist bc this will not compare (not trying to fish here, just being very real as someone who is a like fein for fics as a source of comfort, i fear this will not fully suffice)

rpf content under the cut (no hate if that's not ur jam, just ignore me!), minors dni!!!

refering to jb's parter in this as "gf" and sense i am a selfish selfish girl in this scenerio she is roughly jb's height/a little shorter bc i am and theres no shorter than julien rep ANYWHERE

personally, i see julien as lowkey so possessive in a cutie non toxic way... and sometimes that manifests in some cutie jeleousy that gf can not get enough of. i think it obviously would come out in like flirty enviornments like bars and parties where people are loosey goosey... but sometimes it's just like and about on a normal date. here's a little thought i cooked up for like a more domestic environment jealousy:

aquairum date

the date starts out very normal, classic boyfriend!julien activities are happening

she's making sure y'all are touching at all times. like she'll die if you guys are not physically connected

i'm talking arm around your shoulder, iron grip within intertwined hands, hand in ur jean pocket 16 candles style, hand on the small of your back,,,, but i think eventually (and her favorite, albeit a little awkward) she's hugging you from behind as you walk, almost hanging on you, head perfectly slotted on your shoulder kissing your head and neck at every stop to look at the pretty fish

"jay! look at this one" "real pretty princess" *kisses your head* (its over i can'tttt)

then maybe she leaves you to go get you like a bottle of water or a jacket from the car (idk something to make you more comfortable, very "can't have my baby thirsty/cold" vibes)

then of course, you are looking so cute and so gay, a girl approaches you

you are very focused on the fish bc they are truly just so pretty (can you tell i love fish?) and only look up when mystery girl nudges you

"omg i'm so sorry" "oh uh, you're good" "sorry, i have a bit of a habit for running into pretty girls"

and your're kinda caught off guard bc like... this is an aquarium??

"haha um thank you" "so what are you doing here all alone"

mystery girl is sooo fuck boy coded just go with it

"well um my girlfr-"

julien is back behind you, re koala latching twisting open the water bottle for you and handing it to you, GLARING at this girl

"sorry it took me a second princess, who's this?"

then her grip tightens pulling you even closer to her chest

mystery girl, bless her heart, replies "we just bumped into each other. i was just letting her know how beautiful she was"

oh jb did not like that

she reaches over grabs your jaw tilting your head to the side and back to look at her

"she is beautiful. my sweet girl" and kisses you DEEPLY

and ur blushing because you know jealous/protective/possesive!julien is in the room with us now and kind of giggle out of the kiss

"well then... i should be going, sorry again for running into you"

instead of letting you respond or responding herself jb keeps your face turned and starts kissing all over ur face as you giggle letting mystery girl to just shuffle away.

for the rest of the date she is SO overly affectionate

squeezing ur hips

keeping you so close

kissing your cheek and neck as you tell her about all the fish and animals

"really baby? that's so cool" "my little biologist" "ooo princess what about these?"

it's times like these julien wishes she wore lipstick to leave a mark on your face so everyone knows

she's probably taking you to the gift shop and buying you some random thing for fun because when she's jealous she doesn't take it out on you, she's secure with you and knows you aren't doing anything but being your pretty self

in fact it just makes her softer and more affectionate

when you finally let her drag you out she had you against the car kissing you lovingly and deeply and sets her forehead against yours

"i just love you so much. my sweet girl. my priincess"

"all yours j."

note from c: i hope this is at least semi ok? literally no editing or even proof reading, just love sick delusion.

[yan-maid-cafe]

Yandere Birthday Scenerio

Julia and Thai (Yandere Couple)

It was late in the evening as you were currently sat at the table across from Thai, a soft smile on his face as he cupped his cheek in his palm. Dinner having just ended, leaving you sat here for whatever surprise the couple had planned.

Julia eventually returned from the kitchen, holding a tray carrying a large cake with the candles already lit. Placing the dessert in front of you as she sat herself on Thai's lap, that same soft smile on her lips. Did their expressions ever change? Julia clapped her hands as they both began to sing to you, it was awkward having to sit there with a forced smile on your face as if you weren't being held there against your will.

Eventually the song ended as they urged you to blow out the candles. Taking a shakey breath into your lungs, you let out the biggest breath you could. Hoping that despite how childish it was, that maybe that childhood belief was actually true.

The couple shared a look before thai reached into his pocket, pulling out a velvet box wrapped with a ribbon. Opening the top revealed a silver ring, one that matched the wedding bands on Thai and Julia's fingers, bright smiles on their faces.

"Happy Birthday!"

Lifting a shakey gaze at the cake in front of you, your eyes behold a single candle still alight. The flame flickering in the dimly lit room. Your wish wouldn't come true...

Edan (Yandere Imposter)

It was another late evening at home, sitting with your husband at home. Looking down at the wrapped box in your lap, the wrapping paper done elegantly with a ribbon tied around it. Since when did he remember your birthday? He never remembered it before.

Though seeing the happy smile on his face, you decided to give him the benefit of the doubt. Maybe he truly had changed for the better, or at least decided to put in the minimal effort into simply adding your birthday to his phone.

Opening the box, you were shocked to see various tropical clothes within. Ranging from floral shirts, to flip flops, to swimsuits. But sitting on top of everything were two cruise tickets. Swiftly turning your head in his directions, all he had was that same smile.

"Don't worry about the money, I took care of it. You just focus on getting everything in order. Happy Birthday Dear."

Of course, you didn't need to know that he had pulled the money out of his old bank account. After all, you deserved a vacation more then anybody. And if that vacation just so happened to involve fruity drinks and Edan getting to see you in a swimsuit. That just makes it even better. After all, you both deserve a treat after everything.

Lev (Yandere Scientist)

It was another night at the lab. Lev choosing to stay there longer than needed so that he could watch you. Healing was going fairly well, your swimming was getting better by the day. Though all it took was a look at the calender for Lev to see that it had officially been a whole year since you had entered his care.

He wasn't sure when your birthday was, or if merfolk even had a concept of birthdays. But he wanted to celebrate something with you, to celebrate having been with you for so long. Maybe this is less of a birthday and more of an anniversary.

Just the thought caused his face to flush. Would calling this your anniversary be weird, it's not like you could understand what he was saying. But refering to it as that just made his stomach get tied in knots. It's your birthday. He'll just say that.

Getting up from his desk, he grabbed a grocery bag from beside the desk. Approuching the large tank as you swam up to the top, looking up at him. Lev reached into the bag, pulling out the various gifts he had bought earlier that day. It was mainly just more water toys. Ranging from rings, to sinking toys, to ones that squirted water. But he eventually found what he was looking for, a ring of shrimp that resembled a cake. Meant to be given to fish if you were planning on leaving for a while so they could eat, but what were you if not just a large fish.

Placing the shrimp cake into the water, he watched it begin to sink before you quickly sunk your teeth into it. Happily eating the treat he had given you. Lev couldn't help but begin softly humming the birthday song, watching you eat with a pleased smile. He spoke softly under his breath, hard to tell if he was speaking more to himself or you.

"Happy Birthday, My Angel. I hope we can do this again next year."

Aod (Yandere Sorcerer)

It was another birthday alongside your fiance. Sitting in your home as he washed the dishes from dinner. Waiting for him to return with a soft smile on your face. Yet another day inside of the house, Aod deciding that it would be best to spend your birthday at home. It was odd to spend the day without your family and friends for once, but it was fine. You didn't want to spend the day with anyone but him.

Stepping back into the room was Aod, holding a cake in his hands. Placing it in front of you before sitting by your side, placing his hand on top of your own. His typical smile on his face as he looked at you.

"Happy Birthday Dear. This day has been perfect."

There were no candles on the cake. But that doesn't matter, what else could you ever wish for. You had everything you could ever need right here.

Aod cut into the cake, placing the slice onto your place. It was your favorite, but you couldn't help but notice that specks of pink sprinkled into the cake itself. Though Aod didn't seem to notice, or he didn't care, simply picking up the fork to pick up some of the cake. Holding the utensil up to your mouth, waiting for you to take a bite. Pushing the cake past your lips, it was sweeter than you remembered. Much sweeter. But you didn't mind, if anything it just made it taste better. Feeling yourself relax as you leaned your head against his shoulder, allowing him to continue hand feeding you.

What more could you ever want...

Elyse (Yandere Upperclassman) (Fem! Reader)

Yet another day in your dorm, flipping through channels on the TV. Your desk in the corner covered with various gifts and cards from classmates and your family, God you wished that you could have gone home for your birthday. But instead you had to stay here. Though it wasn't all that bad, you were currently waiting for the party that your friends were throwing in the library. Simply trying to kill time before they came to get you.

Your bedroom door eventually opened, revealing Elyse holding what looked to be a single large cupcake with a candle in it. She sat beside you putting the plate on your bed, a soft smile in her lips as she spoke to you.

"Happy Birthday. I baked you something."

She gave you a smile as she grabbed a lighter from her pocket, lighting the candle on the cupcake before holding it out for you. Without thinking much of it, you blew out the candle watching the smoke go into the air. Elyse took the candle out and sat the plate onto your lap. You decided to bring up the party and whether she would attend, all it took was a quick shake of her head for you to realize how dumb that question was. The student body was put on multiple parties ranging from holiday parties, to celebrations for getting through finals or winning a tournament. But she never went to a single one, so why would she go to your birthday party. She was probably just gonna stay in the dorm and study. Pulling off the wrapper of the cupcake, you took a bite into it. Eating as Elyse began to speak.

"And I don't think you should attend either. I know the kind of parties that my classmates put on. It'll be full of drugs and alchohol, and I wouldn't be surprised if they invited some guys from the boy's school. I think it's best you just stay here."

You couldn't help but look at her like she had grown a second head. Was she seriously asking you to skip on your own birthday party. That was absurd. You were fine with her being a homebody and not wanting to have fun with others but you weren't gonna let her ruin your day by making you stay here. You finished off the cupcake wiping the crumbs off your face before giving her a simple No, saying that you fully intended on going to your party.

Elyse let out a sigh before taking the plate and wrapper, leaving you alone in your room. You simply continued waiting for your friend to come and get you, but the longer it took the more it felt like your eyes were getting heavier. Until everything went dark, your head landing on your bed with a soft thud. Elyse eventually peeked through the door, seeing you asleep on your bed a smile tugging on her lips. Walking into your room, she picked up your phone from the nightstand. Putting in the code she had memorized by this point, she opened your best friend's contact, sending her a quick message. A simple "I'm not feeling well, let's take a rain check on the party".

This was perfect, placing the phone back down as she sat down beside you on the bed. Lifting your head to place it on her lap. Gently petting your head as she looked at your sleeping face.

"I wish we could have done this the easy way, but you're always so stubborn. At least we get to spend this day together..."

(A/N): I really need to stop setting deadlines for my works, it just makes me feel burnt out. But here's the stuff that I meant to post on my birthday. Some might be better then other's though. I'm thinking of doing stuff like this for each holiday, but I make no promises. This was just fun to think of.

[ancha-aus]

RealAgeAU - First Night

We are back because i had a new idea and i really liked it :3 and I really wanted to type a KillerPOV drabble so here we are

So we are back with a new drabble! also @spotaus get over here :D also. *nervous laughter* I think these drabbles keep getting longer and longer. don't expect long drabbles each time please hehe... Some concepts are just shorter in what they need to do them justice and sometimes i get multiple ideas for the same scenerio and they get longer to fit it all.

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Look at these guys trying to parent their immortal child. Look they know the situation even if they are still getting used to the idea and all it implies

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Killer watches the farm house through the tree line with a frown. Cross stands next to him with his own frown "Think this was a bad idea? Maybe we can go to another place."

Killer thinks as he keeps staring at the door that Horror disappeared into "Maybe..." except they had been constantly universe hopping for the last four days. Never staying for longer than either a quick nap, meal or supply run.

A glance back to see Dust who stands with a very exhausted Nightmare.

Killer turns back to the house "Maybe for the better." even if they really need a night of rest and-

Dust huffs "Or you can just have trust in Horror's opinion and wait it out."

Killer turns back with a glare "I am being cautious!"

Dust doesn't even look at him "You are being an idiot. Crop is fine. He never sold Horror out to the Stars. He won't sell out Nightmare." Dust keeps looking at Nightmare who is very clearly on the path to fall asleep fully.

Killer glares but steps away from the treeline and marches over to Dust. He glares and takes Nightmare from his hold. Dust looks unimpressed but doesn't challenge him.

Nightmare grumbles but just turns around and holds unto him instead as Killer hugs him close. Killer can feel his soul getting a bit smushed between them but it feels nice. a pressure that reassures him that nightmare is there and alive and fine.

Ngihtmare is still so light and tiny and fits so perfectly and Killer honestly doens't want to let go.

There is a very good reason that Nightmare hardly has to walk himself as all four of them are more than happy to hold unto him.

Cross looks up "Horror is coming this way."

Killer turns to look in the right direction as Dust stands next to him with his hand in his pockets.

Horror joins them and looks between Dust and him. more pointedly at Nightmare before pointing back over his shoulder "We can stay for a bit." Then he stares at Killer "please just behave. Crop is nice."

Killer huffs as he hugs Nightmare tighter to him. Nightmare huffs as he looks at him annoyed but doesn't complain. Killer actually feels Nightmare hold unto him tighter as well. Clearly more anxious about this meeting than he wants to admit.

Killer coos and nuzzles the tiny skull "It is okay Nightlight, if anything happens we are out before they even have the chance to do anything." Nightmare ducks his skull and mumbles some words before nodding.

Cross pushes and pats his own clothes down. Trying to get some of the dirt and grime off "Okay. okay. good first impressions. We can do this." he straightens his spine and nods to Horror. Clearly giving up on being presentable.

Killer can admit the constant universe hopping hasn't been the best for their overall hygiene which was another deciding factor for even considering doing this.

Horror gives him another look and Killer grumbles "Fine fine! I won't start trouble." for now. unless that other sans tries anything to hurt or take their little nightlight.

Horror still holds his gaze for a moment longer before nodding and leading the group towards the house. Instead of knocking again he just pushes the door open and gives them a look "no shoes" he glances at Nightmare who still doesn't have fitting shoes and clearly gives up with having manners concerning their babybones.

Killer shrugs and easily kicks off his shoes by the door, Dust does the same while Cross puts his shoes neatly by the door. Horror removes his own shoes again and leads them in.

Killer holds Ngihtmare close and starts to hang back in the group, nearest the door but still able to keep a close socket on what is going on.

Steps on the stairs and a sans walks down. this one has green eye lights and looks up with a smile "Howdy! It is nice to meet you'll!" he nods to dust "Good to see you again Dust. How is the shoulder holding up?"

Dust shrugs and gives a thumbs up.

Crop nods and smiles at them "Anyway. Horror told me about... the situation." and it is obvious in his curius gaze who he is looking for.

Killer pulls Nightmare a bit closer to him but Horror shoots him a warning look and motions forwards.

Killer huffs but slowly walks closer. Making sure everything about him says not to even fucking try or there will be pain. Nightmare turns slowly to study the new skeleton.

Crop smile turns more nervous as Killer goes closer but his whole face lights up when he spots Nightmare. Killer is a bit torn on how to feel about that. Obviously it is the correct reaction, Nightmare is the most adorable little babybones. But this is their babybones and Killer feels possessive over him.

Crop smiles more gentle as he focusses on Nightmare "Hey there. I am Crop. Horror's friend. Nice to finally meet you."

Nightmare frowns and pushes closer to Killer. Still feeling a bit conflicted about being treated as a kid it seems. At least he isn't trying to deny he is a child anymore. Killer nuzzles the top of the tiny skull and Nightmare relaxes more in his hold.

Crop grins widely as he looks at Horror "Anyway. I was grabbing some stuff. I don't have a lot of children things but I do got some too small clothes for either my brother or me." He looks from skeleton to skeleton "I... think you all can use a moment to relax."

After which Crop points out the obivous living room and kitchen. He motions towards two doors to the side which he says are his own and his brother's room. Next he shows the door under the stairs that leads to a bathroom and he welcomes them to use it.

Dust frowns "anything apple scented? apples dont go over well with Ngihtmare."

Crop tilts his skull but clearly thinks it over "I don't think so... if you do find anything with apples you can just leave it in my room, I ask you not to throw it away because somethings are harder to get than others."

Dust nods and takes Nightmare out of Killer's arms again and Killer can't help but watch closely as Dust easily gains a secure hold on Nightmare and Nightmare gets comfortbale with practised ease.

Dust nods to them "I am going to wash us." and he goes towards the bathroom.

Crop frowns "I am afraid i don't have enough toothbrushes for all of you. Maybe I got some somewhere but i wouldn't know where."

Dust shrugs as he raises his own bag "Has some necesserities." and he disappears inside.

Crop nods before looking at the them "I can show you the spot I had in mind for you guys. It is the attic and I apologise for the mess but I am sure it can be quickly changed to fit you."

Horror nods and Cross smiles "Thank you so much. Sorry for springing this on you..."

Crop waves it off "It is better than Horror just showing up with a stranger who had a hlaf severed shoulder."

Killer and Cross both blink and slowly turn to Horror. Horrro just looks sheepish "The crystal wasn't charged and Dust had been the one injured. This was as far as I could get..."

Killer blinks, okay that explains why Horror had trusted this place and this person.

Even so as Crop starts to lead them up the set of stairs Killer shares a look with Cross and nods towards the bathroom holding Dust and Nightmare. Cross follows his gaze before nodding and easily going to stand guard by the door.

Perfect. that way if anyone tries anything there is Cross to stop them as Dust can get Nightmare away safely. Killer quickly goes after Horror and Crop.

The attic is full of old boxes. But also an old closet, a large lounge chair by the round window and a nice queen sized bed. It is bare at the moment but Crop walks over with some new sheets and blankets and puts them on the bed. After it he quickly goes to the window and opens it to let the room breathe.

Crop turns around and smiles "Well, this is the attic. obviously a bit of a mess but we can probably move all the boxes and old stuff towards that area" he points to the side "Which will open up the space for you five to use." he looks sheepish "my house isn't exactly made to hosue this many people so it isn't a long term solution but this should work for a little while for you guys."

Horror nods as he starts moving stuff around "Thank you again Crop. This means a lot."

Killer gets to work with putting the bedding on the bed and getting ti ready. He doesn't care to much about bedding himself but Nightmare can't handle the cold that well and he deserves every bit of comfort they can get him.

Crop smiles "no worries! I am happy i can help." he starts helping moving the tinier things around as Hroror does most of the heavy lifting "I can go into town aftr chores tomorrow to see what I other people in town have that we cna use. I will also call my brother after you guys are set up to tell him of the situation." he stops and shoots them a look "I already told Horror but I am going to need somekind of story to tell others around here. THe multiverse isn't a known thing and I honestly don't want to get involved with that too much." and he waits.

Horror and him share a look before they look back at Crop "We will... figure somethign out..."

Killer nods "We will have to talk with the others. see what we can say and get a general idea." Killer figures they can sell it as being one of their babybones having been stolen six years ago. Probably either Dust or Cross as both have purple magic and would fit genetic wise. Can probably fit somekind of abusive ex in there that would explain Nightmare's nervous and scared reactions.

He will offer it as an explanation to the others later.

Crop nods "I will for now just say some friends came by with a babybones and you guys aren't willing to tell me exactly what happened yet. Should buy us more time but also enable to get someone to come to make sure he is okay."

Cold dread and Killer growls "What the hell are you talking about?!"

Crop blinks "A healer? Horror said that there was magic at play that caused him to become an adult before and now a child again. I can only imagine what kind of strain and restriction that places on a child's magic and soul."

A new dread. a fear he hadn't considered.

Did the magical protection harm Nightmare's own magic?!

Horror nods "And a healer would be able to make sure he is okay?"

Crop relaxes and smiles "hopefully. But for that I am going to have to need somekind of explanation or they will worry any damage or wounds have been newly inflected." and he shoots them a look "Which... could cause trouble with the family situation you guys have established at the moment."

Hroror frowns and Killer knows they both know what Crop implied. If someone thinks they are actively abusing him they will try to take Nightmare away from them for his own safety. The fact they all have love and aren't the most... friendly looking monsters will work against them.

Crop finishes putting some spare clothes in the closet "Again, I can buy some time with vague answers but from there on the explanation is up to you four." he looks around the room "This good for now? Sorry there isn't anymore space but Papyrus will come back soon and need his own room."

Horror thanks him again and says it will work just fine. Crop welcomes them to use the shower and bathroom as much as they want and that his kitchen is open for them to use whenever.

After that is is mostly a blurr. They finish getting the attic ready for them and Killer takes his turn to shower after Dust as Horror and crop work together on some quick dinner for them all.

The meal itself is mostly silent as Horror tries to coax Nightmare into eating. Nightmare still has the bad habit of eating too little or not eating at all when he is nervous or anxious, which is often.

Killer is still not a fan of how Crop seem to stare mystified and in awe at Nightmare. completely enchanted by the sight of the small babybones.

soon dinner is ready and Killer gets ready for bed quickly as Dust takes over most of the duties to get Nightmare ready, having had the most practise up to this point.

Killer just lays in the bed waiting when Dust comes by to drop Nightmare off with him "get him comfortable." and Dust leaves to get ready for bed himself.

Killer immediantly hugs the tiny form close and purrs "busy day today."

Nightmare hums sleepily nad give shim the stink eye but Killer grins as he pokes one of the little cheeks. Nightmare grumbles as he pushes at the hand poking him "Killer..."

Killer chuckles as he hugs the other close "Tiny grumpy nugget." Killer laughs as he sees Nightmare's little skull explode with a purple blush as he pushes at him.

"Killer stop that" it is more of a whine than a real demand and Killer nuzzles the skull with a purr. Killer can admit it is amazing to just lay in a bed. feeling clena and having a Nightmare near while content, full of food, and clean. only thing better would have been to have him wrapped up in a warm blanket directly after a very warm bed. but Killer only had that happen once before.

For now he just holds the tiny being near and relaxes when his own soul is right next to the comfortable babybones.

Honestly? All of this was worth it to have Nightmare clean, well fed and ready to sleep in an actual bed. Killer will admit to himself that the others were right with them having to find a place to settle, at least for a short while.

By the time that Dust returns and joins him Nightmare is already sound asleep and Killer is close to going to sleep himself. He falls asleep before either Cross and Horror join them.

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Cross finally finished cleaning up himself and feels so many times better. Cross can admit he has problems with being dirty and is a neat-freak as Killer likes to call it. Cross doesnt mind it much because despite his teasing Killer also makes sure they go to places and by places where Cross can get the time to clean himself up.

Cross was a bit unsure about this plan at first but with the absolute faith both Horror and Dust had shown in the plan it had been a quick decision to trust them on this.

and they had been right!

The sans, crop, had been nice and helpful and immediantly saw Nightmare as the child he was. Which honestly is amazing and the only correct answer in Cross's mind. He also apologised for only having one bed available to them but Horror had just shrugged and siad it wouldn't be the first time they slept in a pile. Crop had been confused but didn't demand an explanation. Which is good because Cross doubts any of them have an explanation for why they all feel so comfortable with eahc other and will gravitate to lay together.

The fresh ingredients and meal made with it had also been welcome and even needed by how clearly all of them had needed a calm evening. Seeing the others relax had been a welcome sight and Cross takes all their dirty clothes to the washer.

Cross takes time to put their things in the washer and turning it on the right cycle. They will probably have some clothes dye mix-ups but Cross isn't going to seperate it into three different loads and hog the washer and run up the electric AND water bill just to run three tiny washes when it fits in one.

Cross nods to himself as the washer gets to work and makes his way up the stairs, hearing Horror move around in the kitchen. No doubt cleaning up and preparing some food for tomorrow in advance. Cross walks up the set of stairs with a certain excitement, he hadn't seen the attic yet as Horror and Killer took care of getting their things up there and getting them all installed while Cross helped Dust with Nightmare.

Cross feels the clothes he is wearing. it is just old cotton t-shirt and old sweats but Cross feels so much better. Just the idea of not sleepign in his everyday clothes will be so nice!

He opens the door and moves silently into the dark room. THe window is still open to let in the fresh summer air and Cross sight finds the three sleeping in the bed.

Cross walks over and smiles as he sees Dust, Killer and Nightmare all sound asleep. Nightmare is held captive in Killer's arms but lays with his skull right against Dust's own skull. Dust lays mostly hidden under the blanket wiht Nightmare and Cross is pretty sure that Dust is rolled up around nightmare as much as he physically can with Killer being where he is.

Killer has two arms tightly around Nightmare but his skull lays higher on the pillow than Dust, making it seem both are slotted together.

The three of them hardly take up a third of the room on the bed like this but Cross can't get himself to lay in it just yet. Not with the sudden turbulance in his soul. He quickly, but silently, leaves the room and rushes out of the house.

He stands on the porch panting and shaking. What are they doing? They are going to mess this up beyond believe and-

A hand on his shoulder. Horror leans with his back against the fench and stares at him "What is wrong?"

Cross chuckles and lays his skull on the wood of the porch fench. It is cool in the night air "We are messing everythign up."

Horror tilts his skull "I mean. I think we have been doing alright."

Cross laughs as he holds his skull "alright?! We have been dragging a babybones through different universes and dimensions for the last two months, you know, after abandoning him for a month?!" How is that okay?! This is the first time that Cross saw Nightmare completely clean, fed and comfortable in a fucking bed. Three. Months!

Horror doesn't disagree with him and just rubs his back.

Silence around them and Cross groans "What are we going to do?"

Horror shrugs "Same as before? figure it out step by step and try to do right."

Cross pulls his skull away from the wood and looks at him "We couldn't even feed him regularly. we had no place to stay. We were homeless Horror."

Horror nods "And we will have to figure out a plan for that now."

Cross feels himself shake as the anxiety returns "How?! We have no money. we have no papers or passports. we have no plan. nothing!"

Horror gives him a calm look "We got a place to stay right now to figure it out."

Cross groans as he rubs his face "Great. just taking stuff."

hroror shrugs "We can help Crop on his farm as thanks." he shoots him a look "It wasn't like it was that different wiht Nightmare before. we did somework for him and in trade could live there and get things." he raises a brow "If it makes it easier. See it as a temporary job with included housing."

Cross blinks as he considers that. it... sounds better than just getting things and owning someone for a lot of things. he gives a slow nod.

Horror nods as he continues "As for the other things. we are still... figuring stuff out. We ar e new to all of this and didn't exactly have places to stay when we started this whole thing. I think we did okay." he shrugs and nudges him back inside "lets sleep. You are tired and it is making you anxious. Tomorrow we can talk with Crop about how this will all work and go from there."

Cross is unsure before nodding and following Horror back inside. Horror locks the door behind him before going upstairs. They get to the bed and Horror gets comfortable with practised ease and Cross follows his lead. a bit of rearranging and Cross feels himself relax as he lays near his... friends? colleagues? fellow co-parents? Cross doesn't think about it much longer.

Killer had once compared them to cats for their habit of laying on and enar one another and Cross can't help but agree. it helps to hear them and feel them close as Cross tries to sleep in an unfamiliar place.

He drifts off rather quickly as exhaustion makes itself known.

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And there we have the drabble on how their first night/day went when they started to stay with Crop!

I think they did okay :D

[ametrictonofaudacity]

Okay so consider!!!

Yandere platonic Geralt!! Generally very cool!! Very nice!! But if you fuck up you have to deal with (what you have dubbed) the get along cuff. Which is literally him just making you sleep next to him and tying your leg to his with a bit of leather cord. It’s thin so he can easily snap it if there’s a danger, but he’ll wake up if you move it.

Also Jaskier being completely fine and okay with this would be hilarious, I would love to see you write a scenerio!! (Idk why but I picture a modern reader, like one who got dropped in the Witcher from the modern world)

I love this ask!! I also love the trope of a modern character in a medieval setting, I think it was all the ‘Modern Girl IN Middle Earth’ fanfics I read (an actual tag on ao3) so I have a weakness for it!! Also Jaskier just going ‘eh’ is so funny to me.

Warnings: forced proximity, captivity, kidnapping, some level of being infantalized, being tied to another person as a form of being restrained, future Stockholm syndrome. Jaskier is complicit, up to you whether he is also a yandere or not. Also the fact Geralt can smell emotions

“You know this could be like, an actual danger?”

You try and reason your way out of your situation, like reason has ever worked on Geralt before. He ignores you, mostly, concentrating on tying the knot around your wrist in a manner that you cannot undo the knot but it also didn’t cut off your circulation. He slips a finger under the cord, testing the knot and the cords strength, and you hear him make a satisfied rumble. You were still getting used to that, to the various sounds the Witcher made to express emotion.

“No it’s not. The cord’s thin, and if I have to fight I can snap it easily. Plus this area doesn’t normally have monsters, not this time of year.”

He stands, towering over you from you spot on the ground, near the fire, and you tilt your face up. The yellow light throws his features into a harsh countenance, makes his face all angles and scars, golden eyes reflecting the light the way a predators would as he glared down at you, scowling. You tighten your fingers in the wool cloak he had given you, so long ago, the fibers catching in your nails.

He must see something in your gaze, or maybe it’s the way you know you probably reek of anxiety right now, but his stance softens, the scowl melting away into something softer, not a smile because you knew he was still very, very upset with you, but not a harsh frown that made you feel small and stupid and like all the things he thought about you were true.

He crouches, making himself smaller next to you, and you feel your shoulders start to unwind. It was strange, being around someone who was so perceptive to your emotions, but seemingly had no clue how to address or handle them, beyond his own instincts as a Witcher and his limited interpersonal skills. His very limited interpersonal skills.

Seriously. You were pretty sure the guy only had two friends.

“You’re going to try and run again. Maybe not tonight, but I clearly can’t trust you to behave without me keeping my eye on you at all times. Since I can’t do that while I’m asleep, this is the solution.”

He motions to the thin leather cord, and you scowl, face twisting into something you know is ugly but doing it anyways. He wouldn’t be intimidated, you knew, he seemed to view you as some helpless kid, even though you were a fully grown adult who had been attending college.

“You wouldn’t have to watch me if you just let me go, Geralt. You can’t… you can’t just not let someone go home, that’s not right.”

You snap, fingers burying further into the cloak to stave off the chill that was only getting colder, creeping up your arms and legs to your torso and making you shiver. It had just gotten dark, the little fire Geralt built crackling away and too small to provide much warmth but rapidly gaining strength, and you shiver, leaning toward the fire and away from the Witcher.

“We’re not having this conversation again. You can’t survive out there on your own.”

Your face flushes, angry, and you bury your face further into the cloak. He had a point, to some extent. You weren’t used to the world of the Witcher, with its monsters and it’s hardships, weren’t used to the roughness of medieval life and all of its struggles. You were used to the modern world, where distances could be travelled by car, not horse, and you didn’t have to endure biting cold in the winter and blazing heat in the summer.

“That doesn’t mean I can’t at least try, Geralt. What kinda person would I be if I didn’t at least try to get home?” You protest, and there’s the sound of rustling, a muttered curse. Looks like Jaskier was back with wood.

“Ah. Seems I walked into a horribly tense situation.”

Jaskier remarks, but his voice is light, not taking your predicament seriously, even as his eyes land on the tether around your wrist and Geralt’s as he feeds wood into the fire, which licks up the logs and sticks eagerly, hungry for fuel. You scowl, face buried in the cloak to hide your sour mood as much as possible. Geralt didn’t care if you were pisses off or not, he cared when you were afraid not when you were mad, but Jaskier would do everything in his power to pull you out of your bad mood. From telling stories to playing little tavern songs, he would be relentless in making sure you cracked a smile at least once, and you didn’t feel like having to endure the bards attempts to cheer you up right now.

“Is tying them to you really necessary though, Geralt? They look like a kicked pup, can’t you be a bit more lenient?”

Jaskier wheedles, and wow, he might actually be your favorite person right now. You peek up from the fold of the cloak, and he’s got a hand on a hip, shifting his weight with a concerned frown. He looks entirely disapproving of the whole thing, which makes your heart soar. Maybe he would actually be able to get Geralt to listen to him.

“They’re lucky I don’t tie them on Roach all day.” Geralt grumbles, setting up the bed rolls. You could feel every small movement he made, the motion tugging gently on the thin tether.

“Oh you grump. Stop being so rude.” Jaskier huffs, sitting next to you, and you quietly despair how easily he gave in, how quickly he yielded to what Geralt wanted to do. You tuck your face back into the cloak, dejected.

“Hey now, it isn’t all bad. There are worse places to sleep. I can recall a few of them myself.”

Jaskier’s hand lands on your shoulder, and you glare, annoyed. You didn’t want company, or comfort, or any of it. You wanted one thing, and it was something that the both of them were denying you.

Jaskier, because he was Jaskier, seemingly didn’t notice. Which wasn’t the greatest.

“Yeah, sure, I guess. Never slept tied to somebody, though.” You say pointedly, and the annoyed rumble Geralt gives is almost worth it. Sharp gold eyes narrow at you slightly, before Geralt huffs, turning back to his task.

“I have! Well, it was more I had been knocked unconscious, but it still applies, I think! And those ropes were rather coarse, my wrists were aching for days!” Jaskier recalls. “Geralt had to rescue me, it was quite the adventure. I wrote a song about it, at some point, although I never published it. I really should rework that song, actually, come to think of it.”

He rambles, his voice filling the tense silence between you and Geralt, and you feel your shoulders start to relax. He was good at that, chattering to fill the silence that would drag on for hours between the two of you if it wasn’t for him. You sigh quietly, leaning into the warm hand clasped on your shoulders as the fire grows in strength, the bedrolls almost fully prepared.

“Alright. Jaskier, you take first watch, and I’ll take over in an hour or so.” There must not be many monsters around, you think, for Geralt to be so comfortable letting Jaskier take watch. Jaskier nods, slipping away your side as Geralt approaches.

“Not a problem! I was feeling wired tonight anyways, a few more hours though and I should be able to sleep well enough.” Jaskier agrees amicably. “Although I am a bit surprised, you normally insist on first watch.”

“Wanna get (Y/N) down.” Geralt huffs, and Jaskier nods.

“Fair enough, I suppose. They are criminally lacking in the sleep department, they’re beginning to get bags, poor thing.”

You scowl at Jaskier, annoyed.

“I’ve had these since middle school, first of all, not my fault I have insomnia.” You scowl, and jerk when Geralt all but drags you to the bed roll, barely waiting for you to finish talking.

“Hey!” You protests, annoyed, but he’s too busy ‘getting you settled’ as he liked to call it. Fussing over the blankets and the best roll, making sure your body was protected from the harsh winds that even the fire couldn’t stave off.

“Jaskier, stop keeping them up.” Geralt grumbles, sounding more tired than annoyed. He drags you closer, and it must be a Witcher thing to radiate heat like a furnace, because he was chasing off the cold without even trying, the same arm that you were tied to securing you against his chest.

“Pretty sure I can sleep on my own.”

You snark, and Geralt rolls his eyes.

“Not for the next week you aren’t, if that. Now go to bed.”

You scowl, glaring up at him. With the blanket over you, the fire, and the heat radiating off his body, you were tired, sure. But not tired enough not to say something, not when you were being treated like an idiot who couldn’t do anything for themselves.

“You can’t just- Geralt this isn’t right, and you know it. You can’t just- keep me here!”

You protest. Arguing with Geralt was much like arguing with a wall, honestly. Stubborn and just as likely to listen to you as the bricks that made up the walls of your old college.

But walls could come down. You just had to get through to him, make him realize that what was doing wasn’t going to work. You weren’t strong enough or fast enough to escape him, not without some clever plan or tricks up your sleeve, and you were pretty sure that an Olympic level athlete would still have issues trying to outpace him. So your only hope was getting him to listen.

It was a fragile hope, but it was the only hope you had.

“We’re not talking about this right now. Go to sleep.”

Geralt grumbles, and you open your mouth again. The warning rumble in his chest cuts you off, and you swallow.

The sound was exactly that. A warning. Geralt had never hurt you before, not really, but whenever he got mad things were miserable. Jaskier would be irritated with you for ‘putting Geralt in a mood’ as he put it, and you would be without the bard’s chattering to fill the heavy silent between you and Geralt. Not to mention the awkwardness of being forced to ride atop Roach with Geralt, the silence thick with tension between the two of you, or the way you would hope desperately for the day to end so you could go to sleep.

No, it was better to keep the Witcher happy. For all parties.

“Alright. Good night.” You finally mutter, and he sighs, the tension leaving his body. You feel his torso loosen, relaxing behind you, and you feel your hand shaking, just slightly. Or a little more than slightly. Your stomach twists, and Geralt sighs.

“I know you don’t understand. But you’ll realize this is what’s best for you.” He says it like it’s supposed to be an assurance, smoothing a hand over your hair like you’re a particularly fussy child, and you consider, for a second, twisting and biting that hand. Driving your teeth deep enough to draw blood and make him listen to you, for once.

You don’t, mainly because you know he would just move it fast enough your teeth would just snap at empty air.

You close your eyes. With the almost stifling heat behind you, and the too-heavy weight of the cord on your wrist that logically shouldn’t feel as heavy as it did, sleep does not come easy. Eventually, though, you feel your consciousness slip away into oblivion.

[moldycantaloupe]

Neptune's Infernal: Chapter 1

WC; 3.1k

Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Blood and Injury, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Trauma, Elemental Transitions, Elemental Magic, Grief/Mourning, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

It had been a mistake. But he knew that with Sister, it wasn’t an offer. Not a question. It was a demand disguised as choice. That thin smile lulled him into thinking he had a choice. Or, Dewdrop's elemental transition but reverse.

notes: yeah baby its another element transition fic but like a what if scenerio. i've had this in the works since early this year and finally got around to actually working on it. yippee!

thank you to @adycat2 for beta reading!

Read chapter 1 here or on Ao3 !

It had been a mistake. Dew knew it from the moment he said yes, the moment he gave Sister full control of his body, his element. As he walked down the basement, step after thundering step, arms clad behind his back, he was acutely aware of the mistake he had made. But he knew that with Sister, it wasn’t an offer. Not a question. It was a demand disguised as choice. That thin smile lulled him into thinking he had a choice.

Inside the ritual circle, ghouls alike surrounded his body with Sister watching from a distance, the Cardinal at the head. Seated in that circle, thurible swishing past him like a ticking clock as he began his cantations, he prayed for his mistake to be forgiven, for this wretched ceremony to fail in his favor. He shut his eyes tight, hoping the red light emanating from the drawn lines was false, but that would be false hope.

He had given his word to the church that he would do the transition. As his skin began to glow a fiery red, his clothing stripped from him in ashy stripes, he had vividly remembered the words he gave to the church. Then his skin began to burn, really burn, the inferno deep in his body made itself truly known to him for the first time. He had screamed something fierce, tore his throat apart in an attempt to get away from the hell he had put onto himself. The Cardinal paused his droning as Dewdrop laid barren in the circle, gasping for air and shaking. Sister motioned to a few ghouls, face void of any emotion as they did her bidding. If he had half a mind, he would’ve been able to see the remorse and guilt the ghouls had for him before two drew more glyphs onto and around the circle, the other ladling water from a bucket and pouring it onto his heated skin.

It still burned underneath the cool water, no chance of relief from the fire attempting to escape his vessel from every one of his pores. His skin, no longer blackened by charred fire but revealed as pale as the moon’s light, was steaming from the water that poured onto his trembling back. He hissed and whimpered, eyes shut tight. The Cardinal cleared his throat once the circle was drawn with something new, and his hell began once more.

The light from the lines were no longer red, but blue. As vivid as an ocean’s wave, it blinded him to try and keep score of his surroundings. The ground shook under him, and from where, he did not know, was suddenly he was drowning in nothing but water. 

He wheezed and gagged as his lungs filled themselves, unable to breathe but so desperate to do so. He reached for someone, anyone to try and save him, but no one reached back. The threat of death was near and real. His skin continued to blaze while he continued to drown, and he so violently struck himself down for such a mistake.

But it was all too late. Hours, maybe even days after the ritual, he was sitting on the stone cold tile of his bathroom, leaned up against his bathtub. He was hyperventilating, his lungs making false attempts to collect air but instead drowning themselves in water he didn’t realize he was producing. He had someone by his side, for a time he couldn’t say who, rubbing at his shoulder, but Satanas their hand against his skin was so hot, he didn’t even know he was capable of feeling heat that burned so visceral. He wanted to yell at them to go, to never touch him again, because he doesn’t know if he will ever be able to touch someone again without burning and it scared him. He shivers under their touch, and all he could do was breathe.

But breathe was a strong word for Dewdrop. His gills, new and violently pulsing with how red they were, were forcing themselves to connect to his lungs. He doesn’t understand the science behind them getting air into his system, but he knew they were doing a shit job. He wanted to laugh at whoever was with him because they kept repeating a mantra of breathe, I know you can, try and breathe. He’s trying, Satanas was he trying. He might’ve preferred it if he just gave in and fell unconscious in their touch, just to let his body work itself out, get rid of the faults and start anew. He just wanted to wake up knowing how to function again. How to breathe. How ridiculous of a situation he found himself in.

It may actually be hours now, he’s still not sure, but he’s finally gotten his breathing under some sort of control. It’s all manual, in and out, only through the nose, to hell with these fucking gills, I’ll try them out later. His eyes are clear, and he can now see who’s with him. Aether; of course it’s Aether. He was there helping with the ritual alongside Omega. None of them had a choice, yet he can’t help feeling a little helpless in Aether’s care.

“Get,” Dewdrop manages to rasp out in between breaths, voice scratchy, “get your hand off me. Please.”

Aether is quick to follow, and if Dew really cared to analyze the moment, he’d see the pain in his eyes. 

“What do you need, Dew?” Aether whispers, and Dew does wheeze out a laugh this time, helpless in all his agony. He needs to be fire again, he needs to not be so cold and helpless to his own body. He needs to go back and make sure this day never happened in the first place. He thinks he’d rather go back to the Pit than having to deal with this shit any longer. 

“I-” Dew takes a moment to breathe again, sucking in air like a glutton, “I don’t know. I need this to be over. I need to be fire.” Dew stares up at Aether with pleading eyes. “I can’t do this. Aeth please, I need-”

“Okay, hey it’s okay.” Aether cuts him off before he can be forced back into another panic attack. His arm hovers in the air, unsure where to put it. Thankful for him, his phone pings and he snatches it off the bath’s ledge with a sigh as he reads. “Mist says she has some lotion for your gills, would you like me to go grab it?”

Dewdrop shakes his head, eyes wild and hands reaching to his fresh gills, forced to remember they exist, forced to breathe through them. Aether is on him in an instant, his touch intended to be soft but comes off as hard and hot as he holds the newly water ghoul’s shoulders, eyes focused and mouth moving in exaggerated breaths. Dew immediately obeys and does his best to follow along, his breaths shakier than the latters. Aether keeps them like that until his breathing is back to a somewhat normal, before Dew is begging him to rid of his touch once more. Aether obliges and hesitates, breath caught in his own throat, before he goes back to his phone and begins to furiously type.

“You need that lotion.” Dew shakes his head again, panicked, whimpered strings of no, no, Aeth, please stay, no. Aether sags slightly and tilts his head. “I’m not leaving, firebug. I’m having Mountain grab it for us, okay?” 

Dewdrop doesn’t respond. He feels the fiery rage deep within his core begin to build just barely, mouth twitching in a frown.

“Aeth,” Dew gulps down his rage, his panic. “Don’t call me that.”

Aether blinks and looks up, confused. “What?”

“Firebug.” He practically spits. “Don’t call me that. I’m- I’m water.” His voice breaks at the end, any chance of pretending it was all a farce gone with the wind as the words leave his tattered throat, and fresh tears brew in his eyes. “Please, please, I’m water now, you need to treat me like I’m water.” 

Aether nods along, and Dew can’t help to notice just how much sadder those big eyes got, how shaky his shoulders get on his next inhale.

“Of course, Dewdrop.” 

-

The stranger staring back at him is someone Dewdrop doesn’t recognize, but he has to learn to live with him. His first look at himself after the transition made him want to crawl back to the Pit itself if it meant he could return to his former glory. For days, he spent in Aether’s arms, gut wrenching sobs turned into nothing but hoarse squeaks as he mourned what he lost. His once olive skin now a sickly blue with eyes to match. He wailed when his golden locks slowly fell out in chunks, only to be replaced by silver trims; waist long hair now just below the shoulders.

He woke one night writhing in pain; his hands, feet, and tail burning as if they were rubbed raw. He babbled in his confused hysterics, pleading for someone to take him out of his misery. Aether slammed into his room with Mountain, the two of them on him in an instant. His hands shook against theirs as they examined, and they exchanged a frown to one another.

“Dewdrop…” Aether looked at him, eyes filled with guilt. “Your webbing is coming in.”

Such a simple explanation for such horrible pain.

He begged for Aether to let him sleep, begged to let his appendages be welded together while he wasn’t there. It was only the third day that Aether gave into the requests, Dew having cried himself quiet, blue eyes void of color. The quint's eyes were tired with grief as he let the water ghoul finally rest.

He woke with new webbing that made his fingers and toes feel stuck together, and soft scales along his shoulders when fully unglamoured. Over the last bit of his body rearranging itself, his tail and pointed ears took on new shapes, reminiscent of the water nymph’s from the books Mountain reads. He was thankful to have been asleep when he found them, unaware of them. His stubby little horns chipped away to reveal cerulean stained glass, just as stubby but more inclined to shine across the abbey in the setting sun.

Over a month later, and his body seems to finally take its new form without a fight. He watched his reflection in the foggy mirror, a hand shaped swipe giving him just enough room to watch this new figure breathe. His body now required a new showering routine, lest he get dry and itch all over, possibly damaging a precious scale or crack a porcelain horn. He mindlessly rubs the lotion over his arms and shoulders as he continues to watch this stranger in the mirror. 

A knock on his door forces his mind to snap back. He wipes his hands on a towel and quickly throws a shirt on to hide his indecency. Another knock and he groans, dramatic and loud.

“What?” Dew pulls the door open and deflates a bit when he is met with the sight of Aether. He’s in his ritual garb aside from the mask, feigned confidence to hide his obvious nerves. Since the transition, Aether had been treating him like he was a fragile piece of antique glass, like a single touch in the wrong spot would make Dewdrop shatter. Dew hates how pathetic it makes him feel, how much of a helicopter Aether is now.

“I didn’t mean to disturb.” Aether puts a hand up in mock defense, a stupid smile to hide behind. “But the Cardinal wants to make sure everyone is ready.” He pauses. “You included.”

Dewdrop rolls his eyes and walks back into the room, Aether following close behind. Dew makes a show of walking towards the bathroom door, his ritual robes hung dutifully up on the back of it. He takes the hanger off the door and begins to dress himself and eyes at the quint, how he picks at his fingers, his eyes casted anywhere but the water ghoul.

Dew scoffs as he ties the back of his robes. Aether looks up with a questioning chirp.

“Nothing,” Dew mumbles in a sorry defense. “Can you help me with this stupid tie?”

It’s not long before the two are set to go and on their way out of their den and towards the summoning room. The Cardinal, soon to be anointed Papa, had come by a week prior to inform the ghouls of the summonings they would be holding. Mountain scruffed Dewdrop when he bared his fangs at him, the poor human buzzing with nerves through the rest of his speech. The rest of the week was tense around the den, Dewdrop mourning his position for one last time, the other two mourning Dewdrop. Now that the mourning period has passed, they make haste towards meeting their new packmate.

The summoning room is just as stuffy as Dew remembered it to be, making it hard to breathe through the mask. He watches with a piercing gaze as the Cardinal and Mountain set up for a fire ritual. He catches eyes with Mountain as the earth ghoul crushes and spreads leaves across the floor and is quick to avert his gaze, an embarrassment felt in that small interaction. Aether fidgets with his ring, stepping side to side, anything to distract himself. Dew watches him instead, how out of it the quint seems. He feels a guilt that bleeds into disdain, a rage towards himself for being a reason Aether is never present anymore. A rage for the ministry, for suggesting any of this. A rage towards the Cardinal, for the summoning he is about to commit. If his core wasn’t turned upside down, he’d feel smoke burning through his nostrils. 

But instead he heaves a heavy sigh and Aether blinks down at him, the distant look fading away as he comes back. The Cardinal ushers Mountain away and, with a lot of nervous finger waves and quiet mumbling to himself, the ritual begins.

Incantations, familiar in Dewdrop’s ears as they ring along the stone walls. He holds his hands tight behind his back, claws digging into his palms. He closes his eyes and breathes in that deep sulfur scent, and for a moment, he’s back to his own summon; ashen and dirty, deep from the Pits he heard the song of summoning. A blinding light guiding him towards the top, engulfed in flames he once called home. Hands that were so welcoming, so warm in a way he never truly felt. Safe. He crawled his way through to meet his own Papa, and now a new fire ghoul will take his place with their own, different Papa. He purses his lips in a smile, how it was a little poetic, a little cheesy. 

His brows furrow and his nose twitches as the sulfur smell subtly changes into something saltier. When he opens his eyes, he notices the other two ghouls carrying the same confusion as him. The circle should have been burning by now, but it still laid bare with its crushed leaves and white chalk. 

The Cardinal doesn’t falter in his booming narrative, but his eyes betray that confidence. He eyes the ghouls before him, confused himself. Something was wrong.

Before Dewdrop could speak up, possibly pause the ritual to figure out what was missing, the clap of thunder shakes the stone walls. The Cardinal jolts, pausing only for a millisecond before he continues on. The three watch intensely as the ground begins to glow, and Dew feels his heart sink to his stomach.

Blue, as vivid as the ocean’s wave. 

Aether swears under his breath and Mountain reaches out to warn Copia, but it is far too late into the ritual to stop. Dew feels a nervous sweat drip down his back as the circle grows blinding, as the muggy air becomes terribly humid. 

A hand reaches out from the circle, and despite the new circumstances, Mountain reaches back . He helps pull the creature out from the musk of the Pit, the scent of sulfur strong as the portal is held wide open for them to be dragged fully out. The air becomes thick with heat and water as the last of them is pulled towards the solid ground. Once Mountain heaves a sigh and gives the go ahead, The Cardinal begins shutting the portal. 

Dew’s breath catches in his throat as a growl tries to fight its way out. Dull blue skin that was covered in a thick coat of dirt, dark lumps of matted hair on top. Their finned tail swings anxiously behind them, body shaking as Mountain tries to ease their mind. They’re facing away from Dewdrop and Aether, but it was so incredibly clear. A water ghoul was summoned in a fire ghoul’s stead. 

The Cardinal, once the portal shut and the ritual over, begins to slowly light the remaining candles. The three of them watch in the dark room as Mountain guides the poor ghoul through breathing, his hands squeezing theirs and small encouragements on his tongue. He chucked his mask off sometime in between to reveal soft and caring eyes. He was so soft.

Dew flinches as a drop of water hits his head. Looking up, he sees the ceiling heavy with condensation as more droplets fall through the room.

In time, Mountain looks back up at the Cardinal and nods, eyes crinkled in a soft smile. The human breathes a sigh and steps towards the water ghoul.

“My ghoul,” his voice rattles, and the ghoul jolts in Mountain’s arms with a terrified chirp. Mountain hushes them with soothing words before the Cardinal continues. “My ghoul, do you have a name?”

The ghoul shakes their head. The Cardinal nods solemnly. 

“I shall give you one then, yes?” He chuckles awkwardly. More droplets begin to fall as they grow too fat to contain themselves. 

The ghoul dares a look away from Mountain’s chest and towards the Cardinal. Dew can make out a defined nose behind the hair, their ear flicking in time with the drops of water crashing to the floor.

The Cardinal looks up and laughs again, a hand outstretched to try and catch a stray. “You’ve made quite a storm in our room.” He smiles slightly to himself and nods towards the ghoul, a glint in his eyes. “How about the name Rain, my ghoul?”

The ghoul swallows thickly, gills constricting. He turns again and his eyes widen when they meet the other two. Aether waves, and Dewdrop stares behind the mask. The ghoul nods slowly and meets the eyes of their new Papa once more.

“Yes.” Their voice is dry and they swallow again. “My name is Rain.”

[kiriwiwii]

hihi hello!! i just found ur blog and i really enjoy your writing <3 can i request kaoru and rei with an s/o who's scared of thunder and lightning? tysm!! pls take your time and have a good day/night ^^

a/n: im sorry this took so long🥲 i literally started this the next day you sent the request but i got sick and i was so busy all week i couldn't finish it. this is kind of a scenerio?? but also headcanons? idk but i hope you enjoy it 😭❤️

|| Kaoru and Rei With a S/O Who's Scared of Thunder ⋆ ★

► Rei Sakuma

now, imagine: you're in rei's house, in a dark gothic room. it's filled with big bookshelves, and ornate chandeliers are hanging from the high ceiling. you're sitting on the dark-coloured couch, trying to warm yourself in front of the large fireplace with a cozy fire crackling in the hearth.

as you're sitting there alone, waiting for your claimed-to-be-a-vampire boyfriend to come and bring you a cup of coffee, you see a lightning strike through the window, followed by a big loud thunder.

a little scream comes out of your mouth, while the rain starts to pour heavily. you call out rei's name, but can't hear his answer because of the storm that just started.

you try to comfort yourself by wrapping your body with a blanket, but as the thunder gets louder and the rain gets heavier, the lights in the room start flickering.

with the fear surrounding your body, you feel a hand reaching to your shoulder, just about to touch you.

right before you let out yet another scream, you turn your face around just to see your dear boyfriend, smiling at you.

"oh my dear, are you afraid? sorry to keep you waiting, but i am here now. there is nothing to be scared of."

seeing rei's face already gives you comfort. he slowly sits near you, wrapping his arms around your body. you put your head on his chest, letting him gently stroke your head.

feeling his touch gives you a sense of warmth and protection. rei feels so safe to be around. you feel like the storm outside can't reach you, can't hurt you.

whenever a situation like this happens, rei usually prefers cuddling with you until the storm ends. while he hugs you tightly, he likes to chat. perhaps about your fear, so he can help you overcome it but if his beloved one doesn't want to talk about it, then that's fine. he still finds a way to make you feel comfortable.

no matter what he talks about or what he says, hearing his beautiful, soothing voice is enough for your fears to vanish away.

► Kaoru Hakaze

this time, you are both going on a walk outside, having a date. kaoru kindly holds your hand and listens to you telling him all about your day. the way he looks at you... the warmth of his gaze is enough to see how much he is in love with you.

in fact, he is so in love that he didn't even see the dark clouds coming your way in the sky.

while you guys keep walking, you feel your hair getting wet. you look at kaoru, he looks at you.

and you hear a big loud thunder.

you frightenedly jump at kaoru, hugging him so tightly that he doesn't know if he got scared because of the thunder or you.

he quickly takes off his jacket, holding it up above your head so the rain won't affect you. you both run to the nearest indoor area and start waiting for the thunderstorm to cease.

while kaoru apologises countless times for his mistake, -not checking the weather before taking you out on a date- you look at him, very disappointedly, and start to walk away. leaving him just standing there 🧍

and thaaaaaat's what kaoru was afraid you would do, but of course you didn't ^^

whenever you both run into a storm, kaoru knows you're afraid so he tries to distract you in the best way possible. he takes out his headphones so maybe you can calm down listening to music. or he sings to you, a calming melody or a song you enjoy. anything to make you feel okay.

he holds you close, giving you a gentle kiss on the lips. "don't worry" he says, "i am here with you."

kaoru is a loving, affectionate boyfriend. he wants you to feel safe with him, he wants you to know that you're loved and he won't ever leave your side.

[1ris5starlight]

....Is this another dimension or dream? ....yeah probably...Solar wouldn't be back for a bit...

(0:20) Yep, you should ask him, before you find it by yourself in the worse scenerio-

(0:55) Ok- THAT'S GOOD-

(2:32) I would like to know too...Maybe Nexus wouldn't go mad like that...

(3:05) GOD- THE BREATHING GOT ME OFF GUARD-

(3:10) ...I kinda wish Solar was back already...but he's coming back... slowly!

(5:40) Yeahhh...it is not...

(6:57) WHAT.

(8:14) *concerned* W-What happened?

(10:24) "Blood cravings"...?

(10:26) *intimidated*...I'm getting scared...why does he talk like that..?

(10:37) *a bit scared* "corruption"...??

(10:42-10:46) *more scared* hunger......

OH NO....OH NO NON NONONO. SUN RUN AWAY FROM THERE!!! YOU'RE NOT SAFE!!! GET AWAY!!! RUN!!!

(I know it didn't happened, but it's still scary..)

(10:48) *scared* SUN??? SUN ARE YOU OK??? WHERE'S SUN?!???!?

(10:54) *terrified* *gasp with horror*.....Sun..? Wh-...D-Did Solar do t-that to you..? *starts crying a bit* Oh god oh god....no...nononono nonoo...n-no, he CAN'T BE DEAD LIKE THAT..... *sobs* h-he can't....my poor baby boy....*sobs*

(11:11) *scared as f*ck* 😨😭

(11:16) NO...no nono nonono...not (new) Moon too...

(11:27) this hurt even more....

(11:58) I've never seen Solar this mad...

(Maybe he will be this mad at Nexus...probably....)

(12:26) *shocked*

(12:30) Guys, I'm scared as f*ck and crying- WHAT WAS THAT SIMULATION?!? IS THAT WHAT WOULD HAPPEN IF NEXUS BROUGHT SOLAR BACK WITH HIS PLAN?!?!

THAT'S AS BAD AS WHAT REALLY HAPPENED?!!!!

(13:09) yeah.....maybe it was a good choice after all...

(13:28) ...I can't imagine how Sun and Moon felt about all that...

I mean by Moon's side, seeing your twin-brother like that, the only person that was on his side for all that time, it must be very shocking and painful...

By Sun's side, seeing yourself get killed by one person that you cared and trusted too, it must be traumatic and pretty shocking to know that would happened if he didn't stop Nexus....

...

My poor boys, can't get a minute of pace...

I'm traumatised, guys-👍

[yorutsuki]

「 ✦ The Wrongly-Right Symbiosis ✦ 」

↳ What if...somehow a mysterious substance with it's own conscience ominously appeared within your room—turning you into a character you loved and reaping a life you sought for.

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Boring and dull—to the point you'd make yourself extinct before the end of the world got the chance if it came to the point.

You were no main character, you weren't special—at least in any way you'd or anyone would've liked. You had no friends and if so, they were hardly considered them—they were mutuals with brief, meaningless titles slapped onto them for the sakes of it.

You were a nobody, a nobody that lazed on devices indulging in fake scenerios and realities you unfortunately knew were never possible...at least in this life time.

But there was always a spark of hope that shined throughout the void of gloom.

.....

You lazed at your desk, procrastinating on work once more—a habit-a routine you've built quickly throughout your life, it only getting worse the older you became.

So, what were you doing instead? Rewatching Venom.

"-but, I don't know much more than they do. I guess he had no one else to turn to."

The scene followed the mass of black sentient goo as it trails up the walls and into the vents

"-He's a very..complicated man—"

And Venom was gone.

As the movie progressed within a few moments you heard a small rumbling sound, gradually getting closer within your walls.

Your brows furrowed.

Getting up, you grabbed you trusted baton and inspected your room, trying to locate the sound. Though this action caused you to lose the initial sound, it being replaced by a ringing.

You mumbled a small string of incoherent gibberish and went to put your baton down but screeched seeing a mass of black quickly traveling from it to your hand.

Without time to process the situation you hurriedly grabbed the goo to pry it off, though to no avail.

"What. the. HELL!?" with each word the goo seeped through your flesh until it all disappeared...within you.

With a string of curses you rushed to your computer, opening a new tab and inputing all sorts of questions to find out what the hell just entered your system.

With each search, you began to sweat profusely, your eyelids feeling heavier and your cravings for food growing greatly.

Your mind fogged, your primal instincts taking over any coharent thought and rational thinking.

Messily hurrying out your bedroom door, you scavanged throughout your complex; in drawers, fridges, cabinets...hell...even...trash.

Thankfully you cleaned it out yesterday, thus you relied on the chocolate you had stored away—devouring it as wrappings littered into a somehow neat pile on your counter.

Unfortunately, a bile of your intake rose, as you rushed towards your bathroom—making it just in time before the explosion hit.

"Good Lord...what did I do to deser-" Your words were cut by another round.

'Okay..maybe a few things.'

....

You scrubbed your teeth, trying to rid any of that awful taste of acid.

'Your not Eddie...'

You froze..

That voice...

It all made sense.

Within your frenzy state, you had completely missed the one solid answer to your question.

'Eddie needs me, I cannot be here!'

You mind quickly flashed to the movie, the scene of the experiments.

"Woah, woah wait!" You urged, "If you leave, will I die?" You furrowed your brows, your chest heaving as fog plagued your mind.

Wow, this scenerio is actually pretty real, huh?

Actually this is just sad.

Why does this feel so real?

I'm just talking to myself at this point.

"Because this is real, and No. We've already obtained symbiosis."

"Wait...i'm not..not going crazy? Wait.. then how-.."

Your mind was fuzzy, eyelids felt like sandbags and a massive migraine was coming your way.

Thunk.

.

.

A/N: Sigh, might do a part two. I've watched 2/3 Venom movies and so far am loving them. I just can't get the fact that Eddie got impregnated at some point by him. (Idk the real story, i'm just mortified without context. TxT).

[idontevenknowifimahumanornot]

What will bsd react when you were drunk

!WARNING : mention of self harm and do the non existing!

Idea : bsd react if you are drunk [ft. Traumatized reader

Couple : dazai x gn! Reader

Part (1/?)

You, a joyfull and loving figure to them.

you, the smiling image in theyre dreams.

you, the calm and resposible one even if the scenerio is cruel.

You, the one who knows theyre moods, jokes, theyre likes, dislike, theyre feelings.

And you, whom have shattered into million pieces and was held by your own hand. And that hand sadly slip because of a drink.

It was odd, atleast for you. dazai have invited you to go on a drink after a rather dificult mission.

You dont want to accept it really–you've been mentally and physicly tired, but yet you gladly accept.

Many suicidal thoughts was running throught your head as your changing in your apartment, it was hard to brush it off as you were, and utterly, tired.

You and him met at small yet calming in some odd way bar.

You and dazai sat in a comfortable silince, occasionally taking a sip and do a little small talk.

"Why did you invite me?" You ask casually, gaze was front to the closets of bottles. Your hand was swirling the glass at hand that was half way finish

"Hm? Because i can!" Dazai answer with a grin, he turn to look at you expecting your ussual soft smile looking at you or your adorbly cute annoyed face that also grace dazai by your gaze.

But no, he was met by a unusual sceen.

Your cheeks was dusted pink from alcohol, you forgot you dont have a high tolarence.

Your eyes seem so dull, so dull it hurt dazai. It reminds him of his old self, your usual resting face now look empty– cold and unforgiving in some way

It wound him that his grin falter– that his usual careless posture tighten. His eyes that seem to gleam when he saw you was dull.

Dull like yours.

"Did you invited me because kunikida say no?" You started out again, your mouth seem like it was moving on its own.

Your hand stop from swirling the glass "if you did...than im a second choice than...hah..." your body slump to the table, the negatuve thoughts you felt startes to came back to you, harshly.

"..." dazai kept quite, didnt know what to do, why? Why cant he do something? Is it because..

You remind him so much like himself?

His mind began to panic–no. Not another him. One is already horible and traumatize enough, he–no, everyone in this fuck up world doesnt need another him.

He hate those dull eyes of your that infront of everyone was gleaming so bright it blinds him, he hates those lips that easily lifted for everyone even if its an enemy or a foe, he hate those aid kit that you like to carry for some reason, he hate how your hair shines in the beutufull moonlight.

He hates how you tricked him into beliving you were alright.

"Maybe....maybe i should...kill myself" as you utter that word, that slash dazai thoughts. He stand up making your drunk state confused.

You stare at the eyes that was attach to his bow head.

His bangs shifted as he raise, revealing his eyes that filled with so much overwhelming emotion that makes you sick and confused.

"Dont." He utter.

He looks angry, sad, confused all at ones.

It amuse your jumbled mind for some reason. You chuckle, yoy snicker you laugh.

"Pwuahahah! W-who...pfft! Who do you think you are? Buahahah!" You laugh, you dont know why but you laugh at his worriedness.

But in the darkest pits in your heart you felt disgusted. Him, dazai, commanding you to not kill yourself? Who does this hypocrite think he is?

You felt guilty. Guilty for laughing. Guilty for making dazai worried. Yet you fekt disgusted, disgusted about yourself, disgusted about the cuts in your thight that you. Didnt even relizing it. Was lining them with your finger.

You want to puke. Oh wait, you already did.

When you spills the content inside of you, you think this is a normal sight. But to dazai its a horror.

He tremble and catch your disgusting, tears from laughing (or crying), stained with puke clothes body into him.

As his tremble hand patted your head your breathe quicken and your sobs incorrect words

"Isamso taried. I want too–i weant to jwust dissapear....i...hate i hate it!!! Why cant i be someone first choice...why am i always the second? Why cant people appreciate mu effort? My feelings? Why cant they just–" you rsmble you scream you weep and let yourself cracked in dazai hands.

As you calm down (and dazai recovering) you faint.

'Ah,' you thought. 'This is better from cutting'

-mf will be so fucking confused and scared because of how well you hide it and how you absaloutely shatter from just a half glass of alcohol😭

-will not know what to do and just, hurt him self (repeatedly) from picking your shattered pieces.

-probably will not let you touch alcahol since this accident and with appointed you to EVERY THERAPY he ever encounter,

-funny thing, kunikida catch a glimpse of dazai making a therapy appointment and was absalouteky livid and proud that he told the agency to trow a party, and when he arrives and they surprise him. He told that "oh, its not for me its for [name]"

-very out of characther for him ngl lol☝️

-if you got comfused by the end, you (as in reader) used self hsrm as a way to cope your pain

[soupbabe]

I will forever request slashers x plus size reader from u - ur writing makes me kick my legs and squeal!!

Could you maybe do Otis, brahms n the sinclair brothers w a plus size reader?

Otis Driftwood with a Plus Size! S/o

Anon ily you flatter me sm! Though I hope you'll be happy to know that I've already written plus size! reader headcanons for Brahms and the Sinclairs ♡ idk if you meant them w a specific scenerio in mind, but those posts are a very basic rundown! Tho fair warning, the Brahms one is literally the first ever slasher writing I've done so it might be a lil cringe lol

Tagging: @slaasherslut, @the-pinstriped-hood, @devil-doll13, @bugginbeetlew

- He loves loves loves plus sized bodies

- More to grab and love, y'know?

- Not to mention it drives him wild when you fill out his shirts,,,,he does not care if you stretch em out do it do it please

- Otis is very grabby, very possessive, he loves keeping a hand on you

- He loves just squishing you time to time too

- Kind of guy to revel in the feeling of your flesh between his fingers, kind of guy to smile when you squeal in shock

- Something about Otis makes me feel like he likes biting you

- Doesn't matter what context it's in, doesn't matter if it's intentionally to mark you up or not, he likes how soft you are and he's going to bite you

- Maybe it's cute aggression? I don't know, he'd die rather than believe that kind of stuff anyways

- Favorite places to bite: your tummy, your soft shoulders, and he'd aim for your chubby cheeks too

- You look too good not to eat, y'know?

- I also think he's draws you a lot

- You're his new muse, he'll add in aspects of you into his new sculptures

- He'll focus on shapes and silhouettes, adding a softness that wasn't there before

- Oh another thing: Otis is a complete tummy man there is so debate

- Like yeah he likes your chest and ass, but there's something about seeing your stomach peek out when you stretch that makes him go feral

- Head empty only Otis grabbing onto your stomach while you're in bed with him

- He's always gonna encourage you to wear crop tops or go shirtless

- He's pretty selfish, if you're against the idea of showing off so much, he's gonna groan and complain, but he's still pretty respectful of your boundaries

- But tbh it doesn't matter- if you like showing off skin or not, he's still going to let you know how much he loves you and your body ♡