#but when it booted back up everything was slightly different. scary

[gachaparadise]

[amomentsescape]

Bro, I love your writing so much and it’s so cool to see some new Gotham stuff pop up on my feed s🥹❤️❤️🥹❤️🥹 if it’s alright, could I please have some fluffy and slightly suggestive headcanons of some Gotham boys, including but not limited to the J squad, with a punk or alt s/o? If you don’t want to do anything suggestive, tho, I totally understand

Please and thank you in advance if you decide to do this ❤️

J Squad + Oswald, Victor, & Bruce with Punk! Reader

Includes: Jerome, Jonathan, Jervis, Oswald, Victor, Bruce

A/N: I hope you enjoy! I wasn't able to make every character suggestive, but I tried my best to make the HC's fit your request!

Jerome Valeska

He loves your aesthetic

Has asked you time and time again to help him get dressed before a heist

Thinks your outfits would not only look badass while murdering people, but they would also help you blend in at night

"Practical and sexy, doll"

Loves when you place your tall, leather combat boot on his leg, asking him sweetly to help you lace it up

He likes to trace his fingers along your leg at this, sometimes going a little too high which earns him a swift smack to the hand

He just lets out a chuckle at this

"I'll get you back later..."

If you're out and about and he notices people looking at you, he immediately helps you embrace it

Will twirl you around in the middle of the street and place a big kiss to your lips

Whispers in your ear how gorgeous and sexy you are whenever he gets the chance

If he's out on a heist and he sees something he thinks you'll like, he'll take it

Even if it steers him off his current mission a bit

Starts having you paint his nails religiously as "good luck"

But in reality, he just likes how his pretty fingertips look wrapped around your neck

Jonathan Crane

This sweet boy is in awe of you

Your edgy looks, your interests, everything

He's never been introduced into this genre before, but you've opened a whole new world for him

Absolutely falls in love with the music you listen to

He just connects to it so well

He also adores being a dress up doll for you

Want to try out a new makeup look on him? Go for it.

You want to see what he'd look like in an edgier outfit? He's ready.

You want to dye his hair a crazy, experimental color? Let's do it!

Seeing him dressed similar to you empowers him in a way

He's used to being hidden in the background, so you pulling him away from that insecurity is like a completely different life to him

Gets extra touchy when you have chokers on

Will softly give you little kisses just above and below the accessory

He's ashamed of it, but he lets his eyes wander for just a little too long when you get all dressed up

He tries to hide it but will turn into a huge blushing and stuttering mess if you catch him in the act

Jervis Tetch

He's definitely intrigued by you

He's used to his world being full of chaotic color and fantasy

But you have this certain edge and uniqueness about you that he hasn't come across before

They say opposites attract for a reason

He feels like you balance him out

You actually help him feel his emotions and openly discuss the things floating around in his head

But of course, being opposites still come with a few disagreements

He finds your taste in music and makeup a little... much

His taste is a little softer and more elegant, but he's not one to judge what you enjoy

He's just tried listening to a couple of your favorite songs and found them scary

He's also not very knowledgeable in this particular genre

So if you bring up something, he'll simply look at you like you've grown a third head

But besides that, he's overall supportive on whatever you want to wear or do

Loves when you both get dressed up together for a night out

It gives him a deep sense of thrill when people look at you both while out

You two may have opposite styles, but your aesthetics are similar in the fact that they don't "fit in" with the public eye

And Jervis honestly loves that

Oswald Cobblepot

You caught Oswald's eye almost immediately when he first encountered you

Something about the way you held yourself drew him in

And when he got to know you?

He was so interested

He wanted to learn more about your clothing choices, the music and art styles you liked, what made you interested in the aesthetic, etc.

He might not share the same exact passion for the things you do, but he will always be very respectful on supporting your interests

He also just finds your look to be super attractive

He doesn't mean to, but he finds himself becoming a little more submissive around you

He's used to throwing out orders and making decisions in his normal day-to-day life

But coming home to you immediately allows him let go of those reigns

You just tell him what to do, and he'll do it

You've accidentally gotten him to whimper a couple times just by complimenting him or giving him words of praise

When you kiss him, you can feel his whole body fall into you

He literally turns into Jello

But he's still an emotional man too, so give him lots of love and attention, and he'll be fully content

Victor Zsasz

Well, obviously he adores how you look

I mean, he wouldn't consider his own look to be punk, but he's aware that he's taken inspiration from the genre in the past

Honestly thinks you two make a badass duo

Even the Zsaszettes admire you whenever you're around

He also likes how easy it is to spot you in a crowd

Not that he stalks you while he's out "working" or anything

He loves your normal outfits of course, but if you wear anything that shows a little skin?

Oh boy, does that dark gleam shine in his eye

He just about sinks his teeth into you (literally)

Victor is known to keep his cool no matter what, but you are able to tell when he really likes a particular outfit that day

A hand on your lower back, a lingering glance, and a teasing smile are all signs

But he also will not hesitate to pinch your butt at the most random times too, public or not

Makes you hold his weapons sometimes because he thinks they make you look even edgier

He also has a thing for any piercings you have too

He's not sure what it is, but he's fascinated with how the cool metal sinks into your skin

He'll play with them too if you let him

He's careful not to hurt you

Unless that's what you want, of course...

Bruce Wayne

He honestly doesn't really think anything of it or notice it much

Which isn't a bad thing by any means

Bruce doesn't judge based on looks, so however you decide to present yourself is just who you are in his eyes

But he also cares a lot about your interests

He'll happily sit beside you and listen to your music, shop with you for new clothes, and come with you for your latest piercing or tattoo

You name it, he's there

If it means a lot to you, then it means a lot to him

But he does think it's pretty cool to have such a badass partner

Has helped you dye your hair a handful of times

He kind of gets a slight thrill from knowing that he's the only one that gets to see all sides to you

People may see you one way when you're out in public, but he also gets to see you when you're at home sleeping in his bed or cuddled up on his couch watching some crazy show he's never heard of

He just likes knowing that he gets all of you

He finds it pretty romantic

Really likes any leather pieces you own

You may have persuaded him to buy a couple jackets based on ones that you already had in your closet

But he especially loves the leather on you

Becomes a bit touchier when you have it on, tracing his hands along the material

He thinks it looks great on you and will definitely let his gaze linger a little longer than usual

[ghosts-and-blue-sweaters]

stormy skies and your hand in mine

Read on A03!!

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A crack of thunder booms overhead—not a crash of thunder. A crack. Crashes of thunder are more quiet, and they build up, steadily, and they’re not startling. Actually, crashes of thunder sound quite nice; it’s like a song that nature sings, similar to leaves rustling except much more different.

Cracks of thunder on the other hand, are sudden, and loud, and very, very startling. 

Ghostbur jumps next to Tommy, feet leaving the ground for a millisecond before they land, creating a wet noise against the blades of grass. Not quite a splash, because there’s no puddle, but a wet noise all the same. 

Tommy doesn’t jump. Ghostbur doesn’t think Dream does, either. In fact, both of them have been quiet for a little while.

Ghostbur looks from Dream to Tommy and back again, before clearing his throat. “This is a pretty big storm.”

Tommy blinks slowly, glancing up at the sky. After a second, he looks back down, and he doesn’t say anything.

Ghostbur swallows, turning to Dream. “It’s a pretty big storm. Isn’t it, Dream?” 

Dream’s mask glistens with a constant run of raindrops. They slide off of the bottom and drip down to his boots. Drip, drip, drip. “It is.” 

Ghostbur lifts his head back to Dream’s mask (he’d been watching the falling raindrops) at the sound of his voice, cool and calm. Not unlike the raindrops, actually. 

Ghostbur blinks. “The thunder is very loud.”

“It is,” Dream says again. 

“A crack, not a crash.”

Dream tilts his head, and somehow, the smile on his mask looks a little bit scary. 

Ghostbur looks away and down at Tommy. “Maybe there will be lightning! Oh, and maybe we can watch the lighting in the sky, and we can watch everything light up in white for a second before it goes back to being dark.”

Tommy doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t even look at Ghostbur; he just stares, though at what, Ghostbur can’t be sure. Perhaps the ground. Oh, or perhaps the water sliding down Dream’s mask, collecting in a puddle at his boots! Perhaps that is what Tommy is looking at. 

A sudden hiss brings Ghostbur’s attention away from Tommy and waterdrops, and he flings his hand about, trying to dispel the water that had landed on it. It’s a good thing that he brought a blanket with him! Otherwise he would be much more wet, and much more loud (his skin hisses when water hits it, which means that his skin is melting, because his skin does that around water. He has very strange skin, as a ghost. Alivebur never melted). 

No, it’s a good thing that he brought a blanket from Tommy’s tent, and it’s a good thing that he’s holding the blanket over his head like an oversized hat, and it’s a good thing that the blanket is blocking the water from hitting him. Or, most of the water, at least; a few stray drops still make their way through, but that’s okay, because they don’t hurt very much. 

“Why are we out here?” he asks, making sure the blanket is tucked nice and good under his chin. “It’s a little rainy to be going for a walk, isn’t it?”

“We’re uh, we’re not going on a walk, Ghostbur.” Dream chuckles when he talks, and that makes him seem not-scary. Ghostbur’s hold on the blanket relaxes a little bit.

“Oh? Then what are we doing outside?” When he doesn’t receive an answer, Ghostbur looks to his friend—his best friend! “Tommy? What are we all doing outside in the rain?”

Tommy doesn’t say anything, and Ghostbur’s lips part slightly as he sees that his best friend isn’t wearing a coat—or a blanket. 

He must be so cold.

“Tommy.”

Ghostbur glances in Dream’s direction, listening to what he says. Dream has that sound in his voice, the little hardness to it, like pebbles mixed with sand. Dream’s voice mostly sounds like the sand, but sometimes it sounds like the pebbles. Like right now.

I think I prefer the sand.

“Tommy,” Dream repeats. “You know what we’re doing, don’t you? Why don’t you let Ghostbur know? He’s confused.”

“I am very confused!” Ghostbur adds cheerfully. 

Tommy takes a deep, deep breath, and it makes his body shake. “Dream’s trying to help.”

“Help who?” Dream peers at the ground, and Ghostbur blinks as a shovel appears in his hand.

Tommy swallows. “Me.”

“Uh-huh.” Dream pierces the muddy ground with the shovel, scooping away the earth and tossing it away. “And do you know why this is helpful, Tommy?”

Tommy opens his mouth. “Because-”

And then his mouth closes, and he doesn’t finish. 

Ghostbur glances at him inquisitively.

“Because,” Dream continues, grunting as he shovels dirt and dirt and more dirt. Ghostbur belatedly realizes that he’s not just fiddling with the tool; he’s digging a hole. “You need to learn. You need to learn that things… they have consequences, Tommy. You can’t just do whatever you want, all the time, and expect nothing bad to come out of it. Actions have consequences. And y’know, consequences help people learn. That’s what I’m trying to teach you, Tommy. I’m trying to help you understand.”

Tommy doesn’t say anything loud or offensive. Ghostbur finds that strange.

“Um. Dream?”

The masked man pauses his digging, looking up and fixing that unchanging gaze onto the ghost. “Yeah?”

“I don’t understand.” Ghostbur shifts from foot to foot, squinting. “You’re being rather cryptic, I’d say—which isn’t really like Dream. Not the Dream I know.”

“Oh.” Dream stays still a few seconds more before resuming his mysterious dig. “Well, you don’t know everything.”

Ghostbur squints harder, confusion stirring in his heart. “What-”

“Do we have to do this?” Tommy’s voice fills the air at the same time lightning splits the sky. Ghostbur looks up at it, surprised. “I mean- we don’t have to do this now, do we? It’s- it just- I-I’d like to mine a little more, maybe.”

“You can mine whenever you want!” Ghostbur is trying to be cheerful (people say he’s good at that) and he is trying to help Tommy be cheerful, but when he speaks, Tommy just looks at him with wide eyes. “Except at night, because that’s when all the monsters show up.” He sighs. “Monsters sure do make things rather tricky, don’t they, Dream?”

Dream doesn’t answer, but Ghostbur chalks that up to him being busy. “Okay! See Tommy, we can mine later! It’ll be alright!”

But Tommy is shaking his head, and again Ghostbur thinks about how cold the boy must be. 

Ghostbur steps closer to him. 

“No, we can’t mine later, because Dream’s gonna take my-”

“Tommy.” Dream’s voice sounds amused, but in the way a parent’s would after they caught their child doing something ridiculously wrong, like denying they wrote on the wall while holding a marker in their hand. “I’m not taking anything. All I’m doing is making sure you don’t get any worse while you’re staying here.”

“Worse?” Ghostbur tilts his head. “Do you mean bad? Tommy isn’t bad. I mean, he’s done some pretty awful things, but so did I when I was alive, and I don’t think I’m bad.”

His heart drops as a thought comes into his head. “Wait, Tommy: do you think I’m bad?”

“No. You’re not bad, Ghostbur. You’re fine.”

“Oh.” As quick as it had come, the awful thought leaves, and Ghostbur nods. “Okay.”

There’s quiet for a few moments. Well, not really quiet, because there’s still plenty of noises; the thunder booming, the rain falling and hitting the grass, Dream’s shovel ploughing the earth, and Tommy breathing. But no one talks. 

Ghostbur takes another look at his friend, clearing his throat. “Tommy?”

Tommy just watches Dream. 

“Tommy?”

“Hm? What, yeah?”

Their eyes lock, and for the first time Ghostbur wonders if the things swimming around in Tommy’s blueness are fear. “Are you cold?”

Tommy waits. “Um. Yeah, I guess… I guess a little.”

“Oh. Hold on.” Ghostbur closes the rest of the distance between them, carefully maneuvering his blanket until it lifts off one of his shoulders and goes over Tommy’s back. 

Tommy stares at the fabric in absolute wonder. “What are you doing?”

“Keeping you warm.” Ghostbur makes sure that the blanket is nice and snug, nodding in satisfaction. “I don’t want you to be cold.”

“Oh. Thank you.” Tommy’s voice is so, so quiet; barely above a whisper. 

He never used to be quiet, Ghostbur thinks, and he wonders if the thing swimming around in his heart is sadness. 

“Hey, Ghostbur?”

“Oh! Yes, Dream?”

Dream’s shovel sticks into the mud, and he pants a little behind his mask. This task would probably be much easier if he were to just remove it. “Could you help me?”

“Help you with what, Dream?”

“Digging. This is… taking longer than I thought it would.”

“Probably because of all the rain,” Ghostbur supplies, trying to be helpful. “And the mud.”

“Probably.” He waits a minute. He looks up, mask-eyes meeting Ghostbur’s dead ones. “But could you help me?”

“Of course! It’s always a pleasure to help my good friend Dream!” 

Tommy cringes against Ghostbur’s side, and Ghostbur peers down, happiness leaving him at once. “Oh… um, Dream, I actually don’t think I’ll be able to help you this time.”

“Why?” There it is again: the pebbles. 

“Because right now I am helping Tommy. He was cold and needed my blanket, so I am sharing, because that is the kindest thing to do with your friend.” Ghostbur looks back at Dream. “And if I leave him with the blanket to help you dig, then I’ll start to melt in the rain.”

“Eh… it’s just a little water, isn’t it? It won’t melt you that bad.”

“Mmm. Maybe not. But it still doesn’t feel good.”

“Yeah, well, I don’t feel good right now either. I’m stuck in the rain digging a hole in the mud.”

Ghostbur gently bites his lip. “I still don’t want to. I’m sorry, Dream.”

Dream doesn’t say anything to that; after a few seconds, he begins to dig again. 

Ghostbur sighs. “I really am sorry,” He says, both to himself and to Tommy, who’s been huddling closer with every passing second. “I would help Dream if I could. I hope his feelings haven’t been hurt.”

Tommy doesn’t respond, but that’s okay. Ghostbur hadn’t really wanted him to. Instead, Tommy presses just a little closer.

Ghostbur smiles, putting his arm over Tommy’s shoulders. Tommy goes very still. 

A little while passes. Ghostbur doesn’t keep track of the minutes. The storm doesn’t go away, but Tommy stops shivering and Dream’s hole in the mud gets deeper. Ghostbur wonders what it’s for. Perhaps Dream wants to plant a tree? Or maybe he’s trying to build something underground… it could be an extension of Logstedshire! An underground extension! Oh, that would be wonderful! Ghostbur hopes Dream is making that!

Finally, Dream puts an end to it, putting his shovel back into his inventory and rubbing his stained hands together. “Alright. Tommy?”

Tommy goes still—no, not that. He stiffens. 

He also does not move or say anything.

Dream’s mask tilts slightly downward. “Tommy.”

“Um… c-could this… do we have to do this? Now?” Tommy’s voice carries the same quietness from before, and Ghostbur frowns. 

“Tommy, what’s wrong?” he whispers, but Dream speaks next and overpowers him. 

“Tommy. You know what you’re supposed to do. Come on.” When only the rain answers, Dream makes a gesture at the very deep—and increasingly strange—spot in the mud. “Put your stuff in the hole.”

Tommy’s breath hitches. Dream’s words sound very familiar. 

There’s a sudden brightness, and it takes Ghostbur a little bit to process that Dream is now holding an axe in his hand. “Tommy.”

It’s the pebbles again.

Before Ghostbur can think about anything else, Tommy is pulling away, leaving the blanket behind, leaving Ghostbur’sside devoid of warmth, and walking slowly towards Dream. His sneakers are covered in mud, and he’s not wearing any socks. 

“Tommy,” Ghostbur murmurs, or maybe he doesn’t say anything. 

Lightning flashes in the reflection of Dream’s mask as he watches; watches Tommy empty his inventory—which is very meager—and watches Tommy’s shaking shaking hands. Ghostbur watches both of them. He doesn’t know what to do. 

Tommy drops his last items, and Dream issues a quiet acknowledgment—of thanks, of praise, of apathy; Ghostbur doesn’t quite hear—and then Tommy shuffles away, eyes on the muddy ground. He files back to Ghostbur without a word, standing beside him. Ghostbur hurriedly pulls the blanket back over the boy’s shoulders, which are shaking just like his hands. Tommy isn’t looking at him. 

“This,” Dream says, and Ghostbur doesn’t look away from his friend as the words wash over his ears like rainwater. “is going to help you, Tommy. I promise. I know it doesn’t seem like it now.” Something appears in Dream’s hand. “But someday you’ll understand. You’ll understand how much I helped you.”

The thing drops into the hole, and Ghostbur suddenly feels afraid. He doesn’t want this. He doesn’t like this. This feels like a bad thing. This is scary. 

He grabs and holds Tommy’s hand. After a few seconds, Tommy squeezes back. Ghostbur can feel him trembling. 

Dream says nothing as he drops a match into the hole, igniting the dynamite. Tommy says nothing as he watches a burst of color and brightness fling into the air, destroying every last one of his things. Ghostbur says nothing as he holds Tommy’s hand, and he holds it a little tighter. 

None of them say a word. And they stand in the rain for a while longer, listening to the thunder, the rain, and the absence of good things. The explosion reminded Ghostbur of fireworks. He doesn’t think he likes fireworks. Only bad things have happened with fireworks. 

Dream walks away. 

Ghostbur does not let go of Tommy’s hand for a long, long time. Eventually, Tommy stops shaking and his fingers don’t feel so cold. They both go into Tommy’s tent, and Ghostbur decides he wants to spend the night there, and they both fall asleep. Tommy doesn’t move away from Ghostbur’s side for the entire night. He’s still quiet.

And Ghostbur forgets everything that happened with Dream’s pebble-voice, Tommy’s shaking body, and that hole in the mud. He wakes to the sound of birds and gentle rainfall; he peers down at Tommy, still sleeping and pressed against him in the little bed; he smiles and softly pulls him closer. He decides that today is going to be a good day. Today is going to be a very good day. Tommy will be his usual loud self, and Ghostbur will give him blue, and Dream will visit, and everything will be just wonderful, and nothing scary will happen.

In the distance, there is a crack of thunder.

[tiredpandaportfolio]

More idle thoughts about how I write the Sparda boys.

Seems like these get received well, so here, let's do another round of various topics. Once again, these are nor definitive, they're just how I choose to write them, and other headcanons are just as valid as the definitive canon, we're all just having fun. Some of these are re-iterations of my older thoughts.

Anger

Anger is a common trait of the Sparda bloodline. They're pressure cookers, really. They just express it a little differently.

Dante probably has the best lid on his anger. He used to be short-tempered and aggressive when he was younger, a real powder keg and he made it everyone's problem. What happened on Temen-Ni-Gru got him to cool his jets, because he realised that his demonic powers were just making his temper worse and cost him dearly. He's mellowed out since and will let a lot of things slide before he really gets mad. Most of the time he'll just get irritated, which makes him extra snarky, at worst.

It takes very specific things to really anger him now. It starts small, crackles of demonic power visible on him and his eyes narrow. When pushed too far, an uglier facet of his personality emerges. He's petty and mean. Normally, he holds back but when angry, the filter is off and his words become cutting and harsh. He's an observant bastard so any weakness he perceives, he will attack, verbally or otherwise.

Down the road from mean lives the scary asshole, when he's been pushed too far. The demonic traits really pop up. His eyes flash red, his aura of rage is palpable even to mundane people and he sits at the very edge of shifting to a demonic form.

However, he will most likely walk away, unless he's dealing with someone really prepared to face the consequences and catch hands. He's quite brutal if he ends up fighting in an angry state. So he walks off, because otherwise, he's liable to do something he'll regret and he's got enough of those under his belt already. It can take him ages to cool off. He can be apologetic, if he thinks he was at fault, he's just terrible at expressing it.

Vergil, on the other hand, doesn't get angry. Instead, he's almost permanently irritated. He pretends that he's above getting angry, but honestly, he has very little patience and when he does get mad, he yells a lot (Exhibit A: "WHY ISN'T THIS WORKING!?").

To be fair, he's lost a lot of that edge since then and has a better control of the demonic instincts that stoke his anger, because he refuses to allow his temperament to be swayed... or so he says. Fact of the matter is, Vergil has next to no patience for anyone or anything, be it humans, weakness, challenges or everything else under the sun.

He is good at maintaining his facade of composure, even when he's screaming mad. His default setting is being curt, blunt and rude. He just doesn't care. He'll crush psyches and the will to live under a well-polished boot, if he has to. The angrier he gets, the more snide he becomes.

If he gets really angry, he'll devolve to shouting, but never turn vulgar. Vergil's rage isn't vocal, it's physical; he usually bottles everthing up and expresses sub-arctic coldness, while it's very rare to see him manifest demonic traits in anger. Most of the time one just feels his aura turn thicker, stiffling and oppressive. Anything more overt heralds your end. It's an achievement, making Vergil furious.

The biggest problem is that Vergil does not cool off easily and holds grudges forever. He's almost never apologetic for anything he says or does, regardless if it was done in anger or not. In his view, it's the other side that is at fault for pissing him off in the first place. He isn't beyond acknowledging his faults entirely, as he will be slightly sorry if someone he cares about gets caught in the crossfire.

And then there's Nero. Good grief, this kid. If Dante is the slow simmer and Vergil is the frozen aggression, Nero is a nitroglycerine bomb. Any little thing will set him off.

He'll shout and get extremely vulgar at the drop of a hat, even when just irritated. He wants to fight all the things. He's rude and snarky enough by default, but making him angry makes it so much worse. Sailors hvae nothing on him. He also gesticulates a lot when he's angry and most of it is rude.

And Nero gets angry on behalf of others. When someone he likes even marginally doesn’t get pissed off when Nero thinks they should (because he totally would), he gets angry instead.

It’s rather rare for him to manifest any demonic traits when he’s angry. Or at least, his default anger level, as bad as it seems, isn’t bad enough to set them off. When that does happens it means he’s been pushed beyond the threshold. Punches definitely get thrown, screaming happens.

He’s rarely sorry for getting angry and, like Vergil, holds very long grudges. It takes him forever to cool down after a big rage. He’ll be irritable for days. Rather amusingly, one good scolding from someone he cares about is enough to turn him quite sheepish.

Handwriting

Nero has, by far, the neatest handwriting of the three of them, because he actually got put through proper schooling thanks to the Order of the Sword and Fortuna's compulsory education. He hated it, but he was a decent student and actually learned cursive, of all things. He doesn't use it but it's helped shape his handwriting into something mostly legible.

On the other hand, both Dante and Vergil have atrocious handwriting. Dante's only marginally better because he's got to do paperwork that other people need to be able to read. His signature is very showy because aesthetics but again, it's hard to parse what he's actually writing. Vergil just writes like a demented doctor, his writing is close together, slanted and basically barely-legible scrawls. He insists it's calligraphy but deep down he knows his handwriting is shit and it irritates him.

Both Tess and Lady have commented that the twins "use pokers instead of pens to write."

Coffee

None of them is particularly coffee-mad, but neither will deny the energising effect of a good cup of joe. Nero drinks the most coffee out of all of them, and his taste runs towards a fairly strong double-shot espresso with next to not sugar that he quaffs like a nasty frathouse shot. If allowed he's capable to downing two of these in a sitting and spends the rest of the day absolutely wired which is a dangerous proposition at best.

Dante likes a good standard cup of coffee, with a little sugar but no creamer. He'll probably have one whenever he happens to wake up, just to shake the cobwebs off. He secretly also enjoys a nice Irish coffee if he can get it and doesn't mind indulging once in a while.

Vergil rarely drinks coffee, mostly because he's still in that mentality where he treats food as fuel and doesn't try too hard to enjoy it. He prefers the milder taste of tea but on ocassion is known to take some black and very strong filtered coffee as a means to reinvigorate himself. He does make the mistake of having it too late in the day, though, and that fucks with his sleep.

Food

The boys all have rather big appetites, it comes with demons requiring a lot of energy to be as powerful as they are, hence why most of demonic behavior is guided by hunger. As a rule of thumb, all three of them are more or less, carnivores. They will always favour something meat-related and need quantity.

Dante is, of course, a pizza fiend but he will never turn his nose up at any form barbecue, and it is never too late or too early for BBQ. He may not be a good cook, but Dante is a surprisingly decent grillmaster and with a few spices involved, he'll happily tear through metaphorical mountains of steaks, sausages and anything else that used to wander around and that you can throw on a grill. And he likes his meat dripping. Genrally speaking, you could put anything in front of him and so long as it's edible and you do so out of your good will, he will hoover it up and thank you.

Vergil has a tendency to treat food as fuel and sometimes he doesn’t even pay attention to what the hell he’s eating. And yet a times he’s a very, very picky eater. He's partial to meat but likes it well-cooked and perfectly cut. His favourite meat is actually chicken and he likes fairly simple cuisine, absolutely hates it when food is drowning in sauce. He might act hoity-toity but frankly, he blatantly likes burgers, the nastier the better. Just don't confront him about it. He's sort of expanding his palate slowly but hates being pressured about food. Eats a bit less than Dante or Nero, overall.

Nero is both "a growing demon teenager" and shaking off the often stifling, regimented life of the Order, so he’s dived head-first into a culinary world of madness. He'll try anything he hasn't had before. He actually hasn’t decided what his favorite food is, but right now he’s leaning towards high-texture and high-flavor stuff. Chinese takeout is becoming close to a favorite but honestly, he's almost hooked on junk food. He’s getting a little too obsessed with fried chicken these days but honestly his diet is so bad that he'd probably be dead if Kyrie wasn't there to force him to eat some normal food once in a while. He's very partial to pasta.

Alcohol

Dante can actually drink anything and everything. He’s a whiskey man to the bone, with a preference for Jack Daniels but will go for fancier stuff if he can get it. He won't turn down some quality beer, either, but doesn't care for posher stuff. His tolerance is ridiculous, his system just seems to metabolize alcohol really quickly. It takes a truly frightening amount of very strong alcohold just to get him disoriented. He recovers remarkably quickly though, and he thinks he's only ever been completely blasted once or twice in his life. He does get hangovers though, and doesn't much enjoy them.

Vergil is a complete lightweight. There is no way around it. He acts like he's above drinking, but he enjoys a good wine or brandy... though, he can only take so much before he starts reeling. This is a point of great frustration for him. He can survive anything demons throw at him but a little alcohol fucks him up?! He normally avoids excesses but sometimes he tries to drink more than he can handle, resulting in bad hangovers the next day. He’s a rather weird drunk, both grumpy and sleepy.

Nero is a beer lover. And not just any beer, nowadays. Nero has learned that there's much better beer to be found than any average booze in a can. He's discovered microbrews and fancy craft beers. He’s got a decent enough tolerance but nothing nearing Dante’s insane limits. He also doesn’t really like the feeling of being drunk so he never drinks that much. He cannot stand vodka or tequila, but he's curious and willing to try cocktails. He gets terrible hangovers.

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UnTamed Ch.2

Damian Wayne x OC!Female

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Damian didn't tell anybody about his encounter with the shapeshifter. Although he'd never admit it, he was embarrassed and ashamed allowing something like this to happen. He brought an intruder into the manor. Fortunately, he didn't reveal much in speaking, and she never left the room, and she was asleep for most of everything else. Small wins.

He could still remember how she looked both as a feline and human. The feline was beautiful, with black fur and blue eyes. He had drawn a few sketches of her while she slept and a few of her awake. The ones with her sleeping were gentle and peaceful. The ones with her awake were scary and intimidating, like she'd jump out and scratch anyone who got too close. While he had made many drawings of her in her cat persona, he could not draw her as human. He did remember her human form, her crystal blue eyes, and slightly matted long black hair. Her crouch was a mix of being a predator, protecting, and fear. He could remember but capture such a sight, at least not on paper, not with a pencil. 

But that was okay, he'd find. 

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It had been about two weeks since what she had dubbed the 'Wayne incident' occurred. Since then, she had caught up on all the missed sleep and more.  She continued to help people while the snow was no longer thick. As Mr. Freeze made it, it was still there, and it was still cold, and people were still at risk.  Running around Gotham in every shape and form to help in every and any way. Damian was pushed to the back of her mind. She had far more oppressing matters to deal with, like the poor people of Gotham.

It's not like anyone would believe him anyway. A black cat turns into a girl, then jumps out the window and turns into a bird. That's just absurd, ridiculous, the wild imagination of a foreign child. She was in the clear. 

"Hey!" someone shouted "Hey Girl!" they shouted again as they came to a running stop in front of her. He knew he was coming to her as she was literally the only one on the street. She let him have a moment to catch his breath. " We got... a problem". The older boy said in between breathes.

"What is it? And how can I help?" 

"Medicine, we're running out of medicine and medicinal supplies"

"How? The Waynes Foundations are supplying"

"The snow is still too thick for some trucks to get through others are being taken by gangs. We can't get them. "

Shouldn't be surprised Gotham's crooks were always looking for a way to benefit in the events of tragedy. The bigger the crook, the bigger the take, the bigger the mess, the more suffering. It was the circle of life in Gotham. A routine that never seemed to be broken. Very few escaped it. 

" I'll see what I can do. Where is everyone setup"

"We got one of the abandoned apartments. The one across from the stingy bodega. 

"Okay" 

As he turned to leave, he looked her up and down. She was wearing nothing but a large pair of boots and an oversized long winter coat with only a few buttons buttoned up. While he couldn't see it, he suspected there wasn't anything underneath. He wasn't going to say anything, though. No one who saw her like this ever did maybe a few hinted warnings of what her lack of clothes could bring, but no one outright said anything and let her continue her dangerous nudist lifestyle. But today was different, and today it was getting into the near negatives so.

"Would you like my sweatpants? I have another pair underneath. Or my sweater."

She looked at him, confused, " Why would I want your sweatpants?"

"Because... because you don't have any?" 

"And I don't need any" 

And with that, she turned down an alley. He was stunned for a moment before he tried to follow her. Turning down the alley, he found it to be an empty dead end aside from a pair of boots. She had vanished. 

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When there are people in need, there are people with greed. 

Damian forgot which of his siblings told him this (Probably Jason), but it was moments like this that the statement seemed true. While the city was recovering from Mr.Freeze and preparing for an early and long winter. The crooks, thieves, and criminals of the city came looking to take advantage of the weak and misfortunate. Thugs such as Penguin and Black Mask had been messing with the supply line that helped the shelters were being taken and ambushed. The free supplies were simply no longer free. And Batman and Robin were going to fix that tonight.

Batman and Robin were set up at the Harbor, watching the warehouses and docks to see which thugs would try something and where. While Red Robin and Red Hood have returned, Red Robin has been placed to watch the Penguin and his movements while Red Hood was assigned to Black Masks. Oracle was watching the camera. Keeping eyes on the whole city as always. 

"Something's happening at the docks," She said, giving directions to the commotion. Just as they arrived a truck ramped through the garage door and speeding away. 

"I'll take the truck." Robin took chase before anyone could respond and stop him. Robin Jumped several roofs before he dove off the building and onto the truck's roof. Climbing onto the cab, and jumped down by the passenger door, opened it up, and found ...

THE GIRL. 

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It wasn't hard to find the thugs stealing medicinal supplies. They weren't really hiding, at least not in the daylight. Once she found their place or operations, she hid until the shipment arrived. In places like this, no one really minded the fly on the wall. She watched and listened as they talked about different deals and schedules and whatnot. Apparently, this warehouse belonged to the Penguin he had strongly armed the non-profits and charities or supplies. If they didn't pay their way, supplies didn't come, or they went missing. Thugs talked a lot.

After several hours of waiting, the shipment finally arrived. She waited for them to fill the truck, and then she made her move. Shifting from a fly to a rat, she scurried across the floor without being caught and hopped into the truck. Just as the driver got in and ready to go, she decided to hop on his leg. "OH SHITT!!" he screamed and jumped out of the cab. Unfortunately, he didn't put it in park, and the truck drove forward, hitting the garage door. 

"WHAT THE HELL?!"  one of the bosses came out shouting.

While chaos occurred, the girl shifted to her human self. It was then that the men realized someone was in the cab, and she realized then that she didn't know how to drive. There was no time to ponder on that. As the guns started going off, she hit the gas and hoped for the best. Plowing through the door and taking off. Flying between warehouses wrecking, she had just made it to the streets when the passenger door opened, revealing  Robin.

"I'M NOT DOING ANYTHING WRONG " 

"YOU'RE STEALING A TRUCK AND DRIVING RECKLESSLY. WHILE NAKED?!?"

"I'm taking back what was ours. And I'm 10 I don't know how to drive I've never been in a car before." she ignored the comment about her nudity. 

Robin climbed further in the cab and tried to take the wheel, but she refused and started to kick and push at him. " Let me take the wheel"

"NO!" she shouted. 

"No, we're going back to the harbor to the police." 

"No, we're going to the shelter. People need this stuff, and they need it now. " Robin slowly stopped fighting. " If I give it to the police, they'll take days to process everything. And in Processing, I guarantee you have this shit will go missing. People need this stuff, they need it now"

He didn't say anything after that he let her drive he actually started helping her drive. As they reached the shelter, she honked the horn, and people came rushing out to the truck, Robin jumped out of that cab to open the back of the truck. By the time the truck was emptied and Robin returned to the cab, the girl was gone. 

Three buildings away on the roof, she watched as Robin helped those in the shelter. She could see it, the way he acted, always arrogant, above everyone else, and the things he did, such as taking care of animals and donating money. Plus, he has black hair, a constant scowl, stiff and tight posture. How could no one else see it? 

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Love Left Behind

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~ 17k words

CW: lots of cursing, mentions of death, brief mentions of domestic violence, NSFW

It's finally finished!!!

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Winter had a peculiar way of bringing up things you’d buried deep down. Maybe it was the snow, that new layer of powdery white melting and sprouting new life, the picture of rejuvenation. Maybe it was the chill in the air, guiding you to cuddle close and open your hearts to keep yourself warm. Or maybe it was the way the season brought out that deep instinctual urge to be with the ones you love.

Even if the ones you love are the very things you’ve tried to forget.

Aelin Galathynius had never liked the winter. She was a summer child, with a heart of fire and eyes full of sunlight, prancing around her family’s estate until the sun went down, going to sleep and starting all over again the next day.

When she was younger, the winter had been a time of innocent boredom, of complaining about the inches of snow keeping her from climbing trees and racing around with her cousin. Now that she was older, the winter was a time of loss, of death, of suffocation. It’d been good for a few years, and now everything she’d ever loved about it was gone.

Maybe that’s why she’d run from the city she’d grown up in, chasing the promise of forgetting to a new city, a new country, a new world. Rifthold never snowed. It’s constant heat promised constant life, constant freedom. And the world of film promised constant distraction, an easy way to be anyone but herself.

Aelin hadn’t wanted to be herself in a while.

It hadn’t necessarily been her goal to get famous, but now, she faced suffocation in a different way. Constant paparazzi, constant judgment, the constant pressure to be what everyone wanted her to be. To be the girl. The star.

And she was. And she’d promised to never go back to Orynth, to where everything had gone so horribly wrong.

But then one phone call changed everything.

Now Aelin was on her private jet, heading back to the one place she’d never wanted to be again.

It was snowing already, even though it was still early in the season, and as the plane landed and she stepped into the icy cold, she took it as an omen for how this trip was going to go.

Nothing good ever happened when it snowed. Aelin had no reason to think that would change.

Bundled up in her designer coat, paired with her slightly impractical heeled boots and tights, she strolled down to the car waiting for her. She could’ve gotten a limo, she could’ve gotten a scary looking black sedan, she could’ve paid for whatever car she wanted. But instead, it was her cousin picking her up.

Luckily, the paparazzi hadn’t been able to track where she was going, so the runway was eerily silent as she walked over to the car door. Aedion was in his beat up old pick up truck, and she would’ve laughed at the clear difference between her expensive and clean cut self and the dirty, rugged method of transport.

She would’ve laughed, if she wasn’t doing everything she could to keep herself together at the thought of driving in the snow.

“Hey, Ace,” Aedion said, smiling tightly as she slid into the seat, slamming the passenger door shut behind her. Her personal assistant, Lysandra, had wanted to come with her, but Aelin knew this was something she needed to do by herself.

It wasn’t anything too momentous, or it shouldn’t be, but to her it was everything.

Selling her parents’ old cabin up in the mountain; it was a part of life, it wasn’t a big deal. She’d never liked visiting there anyway. But now that they were gone, it just felt like another piece of them she was going to forget.

“Hey,” she said tightly, pulling her designer bag off her shoulder and setting it primly in her lap. “Are you ready for this?” Her cousin raised a golden brow, looking out the front window as he put the car in drive.

“Shouldn’t I be asking you that?” He questioned, pressing down the gas and zooming down the road to leave the private airport. Aelin tensed, her whole body locking up, her fingers digging into the patent leather of her bag. He seemed to notice because he slowed down, taking the drive easy instead of driving simply to get to the destination. His mouth tightened.

“How’s Rifthold treating you?” He asked blandly, one hand drumming on the steering wheel while the other fiddled with the radio. She hated this awkwardness, this coldness that so resembled the frozen world around them, but it was her fault really. She hadn’t stayed in touch for long when she left Orynth. Just enough to get the major updates about their lives, everyone she’d left behind.

She was famous enough that they just needed to open twitter to know what was going on with her, something she was still getting used to.

It’d all happened so quickly, she hadn’t had a chance to breathe.

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#4

Same Time Thursday - Part 14

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CW: depictions of depression, depictions of abuse, depictions of self harm, some violence, cursing

Aelins... having a rough go of it

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Her bare feet padded against the authentic dark oak wood floor, making no sound as she moved. She had no destination in mind, no direction for her legs to take her. She felt like a ghost, wandering these dark halls like she was searching for something long gone.

She wasn’t searching for anything though, except maybe something to search for. One hand clutching her silk robe together, not feeling the heat of the summer that permeated through the walls and into the lavish mansion. Even at night, there was no escaping it.

Her other hand was tucked in itself, one of her nails scratching against her palm. It was an unconscious tick now; it started as her finger repeatedly brushing the scar now adorning the middle of her palm, from the time that finally sent her to the emergency room under the guise of an accident, and over the days it’d resorted to scratching, as if she could take ownership of the pain being forced on her. She was in control of this pain.

It was never deep enough to draw blood, but it was uncomfortable, which was all she needed.

Aelin hadn’t been able to sleep, so instead of laying there, buried in thick blankets, she decided to get up. Arobynn wasn’t in bed yet, so he couldn’t get mad at her doing the same, right?

She scratched at her hand as she trailed down the hallway. Her face was empty, her eyes empty too when she looked in the mirror hung on the wall. Sometimes emptiness could look like innocence, but to her it just looked like heaviness. He’d finally accomplished what he wanted; she looked much older than nineteen.

She looked away, continuing her mindless trek. Her eyes glazed over even more as she passed each room: the game room that was never used, the exercise room that was never used, the library that she did use, and a million other rooms that were there for the look of it and not for the actual function. And this was only the second floor of this wing, and not even the second floor of the guest wing. That was everything all over again.

Her feet reached the top of the staircase, hovering along the edge of the first step. The stairs were marble, and she was always half afraid she’d slip and fall, rolling down until she landed on the ground floor with a dramatic flop. But she also knew she was much more likely to be pushed.

She took a step down, the marble cold on her bare skin, and then she took another step, and another, until she was down at the bottom, stepping onto the ground floor. Arobynn favored clean lines, and harsh steel, and dark furniture. Most everything was some shade of grey, and in the dim lights of the night, it looked almost black. She used to admire the artisticness and the excess of it all, but now it just felt stark and unwelcoming.

An icy cage.

She kept walking, moving through the grand foyer and down through the living room, passing like a wraith through a misty field. Walking always soothed her; it was better than just sitting there staring at nothing, wondering if there was anything left worth caring about.

She scratched at her hand again.

Aelin passed the living room and the excessively large kitchen that was barely used, as his personal chef had a separate kitchen in a different wing, and trailed down the hallway toward the sitting room. Maybe she could lay on the couch in there, maybe she could curl up and try to get some sleep on this damned night.

But as she walked, her steps as silent as a graveyard, she heard faint voices. They were coming from the office, and she recognized one of them as Arobynn of course, but the other took her a second to place. Tern maybe? His coworker. He came over for dinner every now and then, and she’d be kicked out of the room, left to eat her food in whatever hole of the house she found herself in. Or didn’t eat her food more like it.

They’d been married for nine months, and she’d lost about twenty five pounds over that span.

She felt hollow, like she was rotting from the inside out. Or maybe the outside in. She hadn’t left the house in months so it wasn’t like there was anyone to help her. No. She would just flit around this great, big, empty house until she became a part of it forever. Maybe she’d haunt it in a hundred years for the next unsuspecting girl who got pulled into something she didn’t understand.

Aelin unconsciously trailed toward the voices, hooking onto that tiny glimpse of curiosity in her. A low lamp guided the way, until she was hovering outside Arobynn’s office, peering through the cracked door. Tern looked upset, raging around like a caged animal, but her husband was sitting at his desk unruffled, a cool mask on his face.

“The complaints are gaining momentum again,” Tern was saying, his voice rough like he was trying to make Arobynn understand. “There’s only so much ignoring we can do before it turns into something we can’t stop. It’s twice the number of employees now.”

Arobynn leaned back in his chair, his hands crossed in the picture of casualty. “They’re simply adjusting to the new workload. It’s only natural there be some - discontent.”

“Discontent? This is practically a full blown strike!” Tern argued, and Aelin’s face fell into an expression of shock. Both at the news and at the tone of voice. Arguing with him? That didn’t bode well for anyone.

“Interesting,” Arobynn said, and she recognized his dry tone as slipping into anger.

“What is?” Tern asked, his voice reasonably hesitant. He paused his pacing to stand still in front of the desk, almost blocking her view.

“That you think I don’t understand the workings of my own company,” he said, his eyes narrowing into a deadly glare. “That I don’t have complete control over the situation.”

Tern started to bluster an apology, sensing the change in tension, and Aelin tried to strain to listen. To her detriment. Because as she scooted closer, exposing more of herself through the crack in the door, Arobynn’s eyes darted right toward it.

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#3

Same Time Thursday part 13

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CW: depictions of abuse, depictions of depression, language

WOOO! It's finally here!! It's been a long time coming lol, hopefully part 14 doesn't take as long!

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Rowan was waiting outside his apartment door by the time she walked over there, his face looking grave. Elia was tucked in her arm, but immediately fussed until Aelin had to pass her over to him. He took her gently, painting on a smile to greet her before looking back up at Aelin, his expression reverting back to seriousness.

“What happened?” She asked, glancing past him at the dark green front door. Worry was gnawing at her gut. “What do I need to see?”

He just sighed, squeezing his eyes shut before opening them again. “Just come inside.”

Aelin followed him, albeit with a bit of trepidation, but she had no choice really. He was taking Elia in, and she’d follow her anywhere. Not that she didn’t trust Rowan; it was just instinct.

It was an older apartment, and the wood floor creaked as she crossed the threshold. But she didn’t notice that, not as her eyes traced over the rest of the space, widening in utter horror.

It was completely trashed. All of it.

She was in the living room, and the couch cushions were ripped up and thrown all over the floor, the tv lay shattered across the carpet. Books were strewn off the shelves and the shelves themselves knocked over too.

Rowan stayed there as she wandered into the kitchen, stepping carefully over shattered glass and ceramic. The cabinets were all wide open with plates and dishes haphazardly spilled all over the place.

It would’ve been a nice place if not for the mess.

“Where’s Lorcan?” Aelin asked tightly, speaking the only words she thought she could say.

“Out on the balcony, calling the police,” Rowan answered, gesturing with his head. She followed the movement with her eyes and sure enough, there was the tall man, speaking angrily to someone on the other end of the phone.

“So someone broke in?” She asked, a lump forming in her throat as she tried to avoid the truth. “A thief maybe?”

She cautiously looked over at Rowan, her boyfriend, her brain added unhelpfully, seeing the truth in his eyes. No, it wasn’t a thief.

“Lorcan’s room isn’t touched,” he said, “but go look in mine.” Aelin followed his gesture to the door on the left side of the hallway, each footstep measured as she walked toward it. The door was half open, a chunk of the wood missing, so it was easy to push open as she stepped inside.

And her blood ran cold.

Her breaths were short as her eyes traced the room again. The dark green comforter was torn and tossed off the bed, the contents of his dresser sprawled all over the rug, his desk was upturned and in shambles. And on his nice grey-blue painted walls, were the words-

STAY AWAY OR YOU’LL END UP LIKE THIS

Below it was a crudely drawn image of a decapitated body, with blood spilling out of it and exes over the eyes. It was the lack of skill of a child mixed with the gruesomeness of someone far from innocent, and despite her thick layers of clothing, she trembled.

It was all made worse by the fact that the medium looked like actual blood, the dripping red substance thicker and darker than paint.

“That fucking asshole,” she breathed, unable to tear her eyes away. Rowan let out a humorless laugh.

“That’s one word for it,” he said drily, and Aelin didn’t dare turn to look at him, to see his reaction to what she’d brought down on him.

“Rowan!” Lorcan suddenly called out, giving her a reprieve, and she turned just as Rowan leaned against the doorframe to look out into the hallway, Elia perched in his arms.

“The police are on their way,” Lorcan added, and then a pause before, “When did she get here?”

Aelin walked over then, maneuvering around the destroyed bedroom to peek around Rowan and wave a small greeting at the tall man. “We just got here,” she said, and he nodded at her, his face grave.

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But Who Could Stay?

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Rowaelin Month Day 1: Song Fic

based on The Archer by Taylor Swift

~ 27k words

an: I am immensely proud of this, and I have put so much work into this one, I really hope you all like it; it was born out of my obsession with the archer but has turned into something of its own; I'm a bit nervous sharing it, but I'm happy with how it turned out, so I hope you all enjoy it as much I enjoyed writing it

CW: cursing, angst, depictions of an eating disorder, mentions of sexual assault, very brief depiction of attempted sexual assault, NSFW

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Who could ever leave me darling?

But who could stay?

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Aelin woke up that morning to the sound of classical piano blaring in her ears. It was the opening chords of the Stygian Suite, which meant she was just on time as she sat up, lifting up her eye mask and turning to switch off the alarm.

With a graceful yawn, she pulled back her silk sheets, standing out of bed to stretch as the first reaches of sunlight seeped in through the light blue curtains. 

5:30 am, bright and early. It was the time she woke up every day, just to get a jump start before her schedule caught up with her. 

Efficiently, she made her bed, tucking the fluffy white comforter nicely underneath her pillows before heading into the bathroom. In there, her face highlighted by the lights around the large mirror, she combed and clipped her hair up, with a towel headband to keep any stray pieces back. Turning on the faucet to let the water warm up, Aelin went and grabbed her silk robe, sliding it on over her silk pajamas, the luxurious fabric caressing her skin. 

Then she went back to the sink, splashing her face with water and using her expensive face wash to start the day fresh. After the face wash, she applied her bottle of toner to her skin carefully, before layering it on with a few of her favorite serums, finishing the routine off with her moisturizer and of course, sunscreen, to keep her skin youthful and glowing.

Then she took off the headband, but left the clip in, traveling out of the bathroom and into the kitchen, turning on her fancy coffee machine. After hitting a few buttons, her coffee was brewing, espresso and steamed milk spilling out of it to make a delicious latte. 

While that was brewing, Aelin padded over to the floor to ceiling windows, pulling open the curtains to reveal the city skyline below, already bustling at the early hour. Rifthold was a huge city, there was always something going on. She relished in the chaos of it all, it kept the chaos in her own mind at bay. 

It was only when she was sitting down on her plush couch with her coffee and her small bowl of yogurt that she finally looked at her phone. 

6 am. She’d made good time. 

If she ate her breakfast and drank her coffee in the next fifteen minutes, then she’d have another fifteen to get changed before starting her morning workout. Not to be confused with her evening workout of course. Morning was cardio, while evening was all toning. 

None of her friends were awake at this hour, so there weren’t any text notifications, but the fashion world was 24/7, so she had multiple emails in her inbox, essentially detailing her itinerary for the next month. 

After transferring all of her shoots and runways, as well as her meetings, into her calendar, Aelin uncurled herself from the couch, abandoning her half eaten yogurt on the counter before going into her bedroom to change. 

Within half an hour, she was sweating as she nearly sprinted on the treadmill. Her legs and her lungs were burning as she ran, crossing the mile mark at a record speed for her. It was one of her favorite parts of the day, to let loose all of her stress through pure sweat. 

But as she was crossing the second mile, her phone rang and she was forced to slow her pace down to a gentle jog as she answered it and put it on speaker, hearing Lysandra’s tired voice yawn through the line.

“Good morning, bitch,” her best friend said affectionately, and Aelin chuckled, still breathing heavily as she exercised.

“Good morning,” she replied, “you’re up early.” 

“And what?” Lysandra said, “you’ve been up for an hour already, haven’t you.” Aelin laughed again, wiping at some stray sweat.

“An hour and a half,” she admitted, hearing her friend snort through the phone. 

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I have compiled a masterlist of every rowaelin fic on tumblr!!!

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This may not be a completely exhaustive list, as I'm only a human, so if you notice any of yours are in the wrong spot, or are missing, or if you know of one that's not on there, please let me know!!!

The categories are a bit arbitrary, and I did my best to divide it up and categorize them based on my own knowledge of the fics, so I will completely take recommendations on adjusting things or moving things around!

And note: this is a rowaelin list only, so anything that features another couple as the main couple or doesn't have rowaelin as the only main couple, I didn't include it, simply so that I could keep the lines clear and make this just a rowaelin list.

I'm going to be tinkering with it over the next few days, as it's really late here and I know already that I've messed some things up, but I'm tired lol, this took me a really damn long time.

I just know tumblr can be difficult to navigate sometimes and I wanted to create a resource that was easy for people to find new fics and new writers, and just try to expand the fandom a little more!!!

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[winchester-girl67]

Don’t Say A Word (Part 16)

Summary: Just when she thought things were settling down, the reader notices something's not right with Dean.

Masterlist

Pairing: Bodyguard!Dean x reader

Word Count: 1,572

Warnings: language, angst, blood/blood loss, mentions of stabbing, major injury, injured!Dean, hospital visit, scary situation, mature themes, Sam being cute, love triangle, unrequited feelings/rejection, pining, a little jealousy maybe, slow burn, kissing, a little fluff

A/N: If only things went differently, this easily could've been a love story with Sam.

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“You’re hurt!” You cried, Dean gripping your henley at your waist so you couldn't disappear on him. “Dean, let me go, I need to get Samm-”

You tasted the tears streaming down your cheeks when he molded his lips to yours. He didn't give the kiss any more energy or heat than that, content with the feel of his lips on yours. Like he was saying goodbye. You sniffled against him. This couldn’t be the end, not after everything. How was this fair?

“I just wanted to kiss you, one last time...”

“No, you asshole, you don’t get to leave me like this. I-I need to get help...” You pressed your palm into the wound on his side when his hand faltered and he stumbled to the side.

His head bobbed and he smiled sadly at you, brushing a thumb over your cheek. Unintentionally smearing warm blood on your skin before his knees buckled and he slid down the wall with you. You tried to soften his fall and keep pressure on his wound at the same time, awkwardly kneeling over him with a knee on either side of his bowed legs.

Tears gushed from your eyes at the sight of his blood steadily seeping through your fingers and you pleaded with him to stay awake. You pecked his pliant lips, desperately trying to keep him present with you. But the lids on those bright green eyes fell shut, despite your best efforts.

You pushed harder into his side when he passed out, unable to see straight anymore through your watery eyes and you screamed out for help, "SAM. SAM!” Your voice broke and you heard the thump of boots headed your way, but you kept your attention on Dean. “Please, Dean, don’t leave me. I need you. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." You didn't know why you were apologizing, although it wasn't like you weren't at fault either. He was hurt, probably dying, because of you. You kissed his lips again and sobbed silently. "No,” you whimpered at the cool feel of his lips on yours, “No, no, no.”

“Dean, Dean!” Sam shouted, sliding to the ground next to you and hollering back at some other agents. “Man down! We need a medic!”

Everything after the medics arrived and took over blurred together; words, sounds, lights. You weren’t sure you were even breathing until Sam grabbed you by your shoulders and shook. You could feel Dean’s blood starting to dry on your hands and the damp spots on your sleeves and chest turn cool. You looked up at Sam for what to do next, silent tears running down your cheeks that you couldn’t wipe away; not without smearing more of his blood on your face.

“Is any of this yours?” Sam asked hastily, but you were in shock and didn't say anything.

He touched your stomach just to be sure and you stared vacantly at him. Finding the strength to shake your head slightly, your chin quivering when you glanced down at yourself. Dean’s blood covering the entire midsection of the henley he’d given you. Sam grabbed your chin and tilted your head back up.

“Keep it together. Dean needs us.” Sam ordered, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and directing you out of the house and towards his SUV.

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You sat in the hospital waiting room for hours, tapping your fingers against the arm of the chair and bouncing your knee nervously. Nobody told you anything since you weren’t family and Sam had disappeared as soon as you got there to check on Dean. You watched the seconds pass by on the analog clock on the wall, glancing at the door every time someone walked through it; hoping for an update you knew wouldn’t come. You were about to get up and harass the nurse, like you had been every half hour since you got there, when Sam finally walked through those doors.

You jumped up to meet him, noticing how pale he was and the bruising that started to form on the left side of his face. Probably caused by whatever transpired with Ketch. Ketch was the type to fight back and you were sure Sam would’ve broken his cover after you were taken.

You prepared yourself for the worst. But he walked past you, grunting as he lowered himself into the chair next to the one you’d been sitting in forever. He smiled sadly up at you, his eyes red rimmed and you took a shuddery breath, willing away the tears.

“Have you been here the whole time?” He asked, seemingly exhausted as he looked up at you still standing in front of him.

“They won’t let me in, they won’t tell me anything, I’m not a blood relative.” You said, sniffling and wiping your nose on your sleeve.

The blood had dried long ago, but the site almost made you burst into tears again. You thought about getting cleaned up in the washroom, but you didn’t want Sam to think you’d taken off and miss your chance at an update on Dean.

“Sorry, I should’ve said something.” He hung his head and you thought he looked dizzy, that wasn’t a good sign.

“Sam, you’re killing me. Please, just tell me, is he alive?” You pleaded, holding your breath.

“Uh, right. Sorry. It was touch and go for a while, he lost a lot of blood when he got stabbed.” Sam explained, glancing down at the stain on your shirt. “But they’re confident he’s gonna pull through.”

“That’s good news. Why do you look like somebody died?” You asked, letting go of a breath you’d been holding since you got there and finally feeling your nerves start to settle.

"I'm a universal donor, the hospital didn't have enough of his blood type on hand and donating two pints at once takes a lot out of you." Sam gave you a weak smile. "He's always been there for me. He would've done the same, if he could."

You wiped a stray tear from your cheek and sat next to him, pulling Sam over and into an awkward side hug.

“You like him, don’t you?” He asked sadly, breaking the hug.

“I do. I’m sorry.”

You felt bad since you knew Sam had feelings for you and technically made the first move of the two of them, but you just didn’t feel the same. Not that anything was wrong with Sam and maybe in another life things might’ve turned out differently, but the only thing on your mind was Dean. And you suspected that it had been that way for quite some time now.

“Don’t be. You’re good for him. He needs you.” He said sweetly, pushing your messy hair back so he could see your face. His palm resting on your cheek as he continued, “I took a shot and it didn’t turn out in my favour. Can’t say I’m not disappointed, but you can’t force something that isn’t there. You and Dean obviously have that, I saw the way you two bicker. You don’t do that unless there’s something between you. And who am I to stand in the way of two idiots that hate each other, finally realizing how they really feel.” His touch lingered, brushing his fingers into your hair for one final moment, before he pulled his hand away for good.

“I just want you to know that I think you’re a great guy, Sam, and I wish I felt the same because then I wouldn’t be here right now on the edge of my seat, feeling like I'm drowning. Still, I wanna know that you’re okay with this? And that we can be friends." You asked, knowing it might take some time, but hopeful all the same.

“Absolutely, Y/N. Dean deserves someone like you, who’ll give him hell when he’s being a dick and I’m not around to set him straight.” Sam chuckled and you cringed.

“Ugh, don’t say that word.”

“Dick?” He questioned, laughing when you nodded and cringed again. “Okay, we’ll use jerk from now on.”

“Thank you,” you leaned over and craned your neck to peck a kiss to his cheek, “For everything.” His cheeks flushed and he cleared his throat when you pulled away. “Are we allowed to see him?”

“Dean?” He asked playfully, pretending he didn't know who you meant.

“Of course, silly.” You nodded giddily with an exasperated sigh.

“I think I can get us in. Come on, Y/N/N.” Sam smirked and you helped him to his feet, not that you were able to support much of his weight on high heels especially.

“Aren’t they supposed to give you a cookie or something?” You asked, barely catching Sam when he stumbled.

“I’ve had five already,” he grinned, directing you through the doors and down the hall towards Dean’s room.

“There’s a food cart at the end of the hall, I’m stealing you an orange juice.” You said, leaning Sam against the wall and sidling over to the cart.

You swiped an orange juice when you saw the hall was clear and rushed back over to him.

“You are aware you just committed theft, in front of a federal agent no less.” Sam teased as you popped the cap and handed over the bottle of juice.

“And you just stood by and watched.” You quipped. “Shut up and drink your juice. Trust me, it'll make you feel better.”

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A/N: Read part 17 here

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[somacruising]

I’ve recently started thinking about the faceless Oracle Knight mooks who we kill and so I decided to write up how I believe the soldiers view their God-Generals.

Legretta

Strict and uncompromising, but her expectations are always crystal clear so it doesn’t feel unfair. Probably one of the more popular generals to serve because she’s so close to Van and people hope that they might get to actually MEET Van, perhaps… I think she would have the third highest rate for dropouts or defecting because her standards are high and some people probably think they could walk over her bc she’s a woman. Legretta has zero patience or tolerance for that shit so they get booted out. Or transferred to Dist’s division as a punishment. She doesn’t really interact much with her troops outside of giving orders, and does her best to remain impartial. There’s a strong pride among her troops, though. Sure, all missions for the Oracle Knights are important, but they’re pretty sure that missions from the Commandant-Adjunct are slightly more important.

Largo

Intense and angry. Dear god, Largo probably pushes his troops hard. They’re ready for everything: any scenario, any environment. Where Legretta’s standards are high in the hard-to-please ways, Largo can be kind of “what do you mean you can’t carry all this through the Zao Desert, young people these days—“ But, his troops are a lot closer to each other than any other division. It’s a bonding experience, going through training from hell together. Largo’s experience as a mercenary also makes his leading style slightly different from the others in a way I have trouble articulating. Largo is probably one of the only generals who actually knows some of his troops on a personal level. When they’re setting up camp out in fuck-knows-where and some of the soldiers are chatting about their wives or kids back home, he’ll listen. And MIGHT give advice if you catch him on a good day. His troops, once they make it through basic and get comfortable, are super ride or die.

Arietta

This is sooooo short compared to the others but listen. I’m half-convinced her whole division is entirely made up of her monster friends. 3rd Division is just the polite way of saying Arietta’s scary monster friends with the really sharp teeth that sometimes they get to ride on. Anyway Arietta’s monsters love her. Most positive relationship of all the generals.

Sync

Cold and distant. Sync’s priority is keeping his identity a secret which means he keeps his interactions with people outside of the other generals infrequent, I imagine. Also Sync is busy spying on ppl a lot so a lot of his troops think he’s kind of mysterious probably. I’m sure a lot of people are outright nervous about Sync sniffing out stuff about them that they’d rather keep hidden. There’s like a million rumors about what’s under the mask and how he got promoted to chief of staff so young. The only thing everyone can agree on is you do NOT want to fuck up so bad that you get sent to see him in his office. There is a collective effort to not allow general HR complaints high enough up the chain to reach him because nobody wants a repeat of the time Sync found out some Oracle Knights were trying to start a pyramid scheme. Sync is very un-fun to be around when he has to stop what he’s doing and make time to look into something that he sees as a waste of time.

Asch

Asch is very cool but he has so many anger issues that I’m sure a lot of his troops feel like they’re walking on eggshells. Asch has unrealistically high standards for himself that he also expects all his troops to meet too and so they get pushed SO HARD but to a degree that I’d say might actually be unfair. Also Asch reportedly has a tendency to kind of wing missions and do things HIS WAY, so a kind of haggard “gee I sure do hope the general doesn’t deviate TOO much from the plan and get us killed”. Though, he’s actually pretty popular with some of them who think being a RENEGADE and doing their own thing is awesome. However, Asch’s troops tend to be one of the more well-behaved because Asch has never forgot his noble upbringing and he expects all of his troops to act respectful towards him and others. If he hears about someone misbehaving he’ll try to handle it personally.

Dist

Look. You can’t convince me that getting transferred to Dist’s division isn’t some kind of punishment. Can you imagine being a nameless mook working for Dist? Do you want to? No.

[xoxo-teddybear]

Competition - Bakugou Katsuki - Victorious Inspired

Bakugou x f!reader

Warnings: Cursing, Fluff(ish), Crack, Jealous Bakugou, tatted Bakugou Cuz we love a lil spice

Summary: You were doing homework online with your friends when a needy Bakugou wanted your attention and was pouty when he didn’t get it. After Mina slipped up and said something stupid, Bakugou assumed horrible things and went over only to find out something so very comical.

BAKUGOU’S MASTERLIST

You were in your second year of college and the work was killing you. Thankfully, this time around, your assignment was the slightest bit easier, as it was a group project. You, Kirishima, Kaminari, and Mina were currently working on the project through the computer while being on video chat. The night was still young and you still had plenty to do.

“Okay, after I type in this paragraph, what should the next section be abou-“ You were cut off by the sound of a little French bulldog barking and scampering your way. The cute little black dog jumped onto your lap and made itself comfortable, causing you to look down and smile at it before petting it’s ears.

“Awww, look at the little puppy!” Mina said.

“He’s cute, right? I’m watching him for my neighbor while he’s at his football game.” You explained.

“You live next to a football player?!” The pink girl exclaimed.

“I do,” you said with a smile.

“Figures. I live next to an old man who likes to throw lemons at me!” She ranted. The group all laughed at her before continuing the job.

You all worked and finished about 4 pages of the assignment. While in the midst of the 5th page, your boyfriend requested to join your video chat. “Oop, hold on. Suki’s asking to join.”

You added your junior high school sweetheart to the call and was met with a frustrated pout. “Hi babe!” You squealed.

The group all tried to say their greetings to their friend but he spoke before they could. “Where have you been?”

“What? At home.” You said.

“I’ve been calling you, texting you, and basically blowing up your phone, and you haven’t been answering for hours!” He whined. His friends got a small kick out of seeing their tough friend be a softie for his girlfriend and remained quiet to enjoy the show.

“Sorry. I’ve been doing homework and-“

“What is that? Why do you have that animal on you?” He interrupted and asked as he slanted his eyes towards the small canine.

“It’s my neighbor’s dog,” you said with a pitched voice as you cradled the pup closer, almost like you were defending it’s honor.

“Her neighbor, the football player.” Mina mentioned with a sly voice. You shut your eyes and released a slow sigh as you knew what was coming.

“Football player?!” Bakugou shouted.

“Why? Why would you say that?” You said to Mina with a disappointed tone. She was one of his friends, she knew what the reaction would’ve been.

“Sorry,” she genuinely said.

“Why are you doing favors for some football player and what is he doing for you?” Bakugou seethed.

“There’s nothing going on, he’s just-“

“I’m coming over there.” He blatantly said.

“No- no. You don’t need to-“ without letting you finish, Bakugou signed off and went to get ready for his leave. You sighed at your jealous boyfriend and threw shady eyes towards Mina.

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Some time had passed and your group had finished the 7th page. Almost done! Thank god for this being a small little assignment. Unfortunately, your boyfriend’s little fuss put you all behind schedule a little and it didn’t help that he finally made his arrival to add a little more drama to the show.

A bang was heard at your door. “Open up Y/N!”

“Uhh, I think you’re getting robbed Y/N.” Kaminari said.

“Nah, it’s just Suki.” You said to the blonde through the screen. You then turned to your front door to speak to your boyfriend who was on the other side. “You’re being ridiculous!”

Bang! Bang! Bang! “I need to talk to you!” He said.

“Sorry, door’s locked!” You replied. Unfortunately, the door busted open and you sighed in frustration. “And now it’s not.”

“He has a key?” Kirishima asked.

“No, he has a foot.” You said and then turned to your boyfriend with a sarcastic but also genuine smile. “Hi baby.”

And now here stood your angry boyfriend, Bakugou Katsuki. He was dressed in his combat boots, a pair of black jeans and a white tee. He held a dark green bomber jacket in his hands that he wore due to the slightly cold weather out in the night. With the jacket off, his fully tatted arms were exposed along with the few tattoos that adorned his neck. He had his silver chain on along with a few rings and his cross piercing on his left ear and a few other random ones on his right. To anyone else, your boyfriend looked like a ruffian especially with his motorcycle that was surely parked out front. He definitely was an attractive man. Girls wanted him, guys wanted to be him, and you felt so blessed to have him and have him want you and only you.

He looked like the typical bad boy who was mean as fuck and also happened to be good at everything he did. In reality, he was just your Suki who was a softie that can be a little tempered at times. Like right now.

“What is going on?!” He asked in frustration.

“You just kicked my door open!” You said as you pointed to the evidence.

“Put the dog down and tell me about this football asswipe who lives next door!” He demanded.

“No! I will not put the dog down!” You said, cradling the sweet baby even closer.

“Oh you’re not?!” He said in a threatening tone but you knew your boyfriend would never do any real harm.

“No! If you want to meet the football player then you can wait to talk to him when he gets back.” You said.

“Then I’ll wait for him!” He said, taking a seat a little bit behind you from your setup on the couch’s ottoman.

“Fine!” You said, turning back to your friends. After a second, you realized something and turned back to face him. “No kiss?”

He only stuck his tongue out at you to which you pouted in anger and did the same before turning around. However, you smiled once you felt him come up from behind you and place a peck on your cheek before going back to his spot on the couch.

“Awwww,” your group of friends cooed to which you and Bakugou both smiled and rolled your eyes.

—

Some more time passed and eventually, Mina and Kirishima both grew too tired (thanks to that college schedule) and signed off for the night. Surprisingly, Kaminari was the one who stayed up with you to continue to do the work and was more than happy to help.

“Guess it’s just you and me.” You said to the electric blonde.

“And me.” Your boyfriend said with sass in the background of your screen.

You and Kaminari continued to work until you got to the 15th and final page. Like what was previously said, very easy, very simple, very short. All you had to do was finish this last page and you’d be done! Unfortunately, the universe had different plans and an expected knock was heard at your door.

“Ouu, is that the football player?” Kaminari cooed and teased knowing Bakugou would hear.

“Yeah,” you laughed. “Come in!” You kindly called.

“Yeah, COME IN!” Your boyfriend rudely said, setting himself up to sit a little straighter and look a little meaner.

To his surprise, in came a young boy who was dressed in his school representative hoodie and a pair of sweats. “Hi Y/N!”

“Hi Ryu!” You said to the young boy who took a seat next to you. “Katsuki, this is my next door neighbor, Ryu. Ryu, this is my boyfriend, Katsuki.”

“Nice to meet you mister!” The boy said with excitement as he looked towards your “scary” boyfriend in the back.

“Hello Ryu.” Your boyfriend said in a defeated tone that he hid with a smile and wave towards the little boy. You smirked at your boyfriend as you recognized his tone. The tone he usually had when you proved him wrong. Ryu being the sweet boy he is also waved towards your friend at the camera to be polite.

“What’s up little man,” Kaminari said as a greeting. Ryu turned to you to pick up his little frenchie.

“Thanks for taking care of Natsu!” He said sweetly.

“Anytime kiddo!” You said, giving him the dog. Ryu pet his pup for a second before looking back at Bakugou and whispering to you. Luckily, it was loud enough for Bakugou to hear.

“Your boyfriend looks really cool!” He whispered excitedly.

“I know!” You whisper-yelled back with a smile. Kaminari let out a little laugh while Bakugou had a sad face. He felt guilty for wanting to come here to beat the shit out of a football player, only for that football player to be a cool lil kid who thought he was pretty cool too.

“Well thanks again! Bye now!” Ryu said before getting up and leaving with his dog. You waved at them until the door shut, you crossed your legs and smiled as Katsuki got up with a sigh and took Ryu’s seat next to you.

“Wow Bakugou, looks like you got some competition!” Kaminari teased. Bakugou only sighed and rubbed his temples with one hand before feeling you push on his shoulder.

“You gonna say you’re sorry~” you teasingly asked.

“You didn’t tell me he was 9!” He argued.

“You didn’t give me a chance!” You laughed out. Bakugou flopped onto his back as he began bantering with you. You both went back and forth and Kaminari chuckled to himself before signing off to let the cute couple have their time in privacy.

Bakugou remained on his back until you poked his face and he grabbed you before flipping the both of you over so that you were under him. He flopped down onto your body, getting comfortable on your chest as he wrapped his arms around your waist. You giggled and ran your fingers through his hair in a successful attempt to soothe him.

“Just wanted some attention from my baby.” He muffled out with a small blush. You smiled and looked towards your screen.

“Well Kaminari signed off, Natsu’s gone, and it’s just you and me. You now have my undivided attention, Suki.” You said. Bakugou sighed in content before going up to place a kiss on your lips.

“Good.” He said before tucking his head into the crevasse of your neck. You held him close while he played the small spoon and you both cuddled up nicely. If it was attention he wanted, it was attention he’d get.

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[an-angel-in-the-garden]

hi hi~ it is I your friendly neighborhood vulture here to pick ur lovely brain ~

Ok ok so imagine slashers ( michael (ur choice of version) , asa , Billy and stu (poly) and Jesse) coming home after a long day just to tired to deal and either seeking out or allowing their s/o to comfort them ~ whether just headcanons or head cannons and ficlet I'll let u decide~

Hello my darling birdie!!! I'm so happy to see you here! Welcome to my garden hope you stay awhile just try not to pull to many flowers this time kay ^v^ And as my best vulture I did both! CW: Blood, murder in passing ,obsessives behavior ,Just the normal slasher stuff and slight NSFW, OOC slashers and Not beta read or edited

Michael the RZ version

It's been a long day first having to go shopping for the week then cleaning to get rid of all the stains still left behind meant you were tired it seemed however you weren't the only busy one. Michael had be gone since early morning a pat on the head was all you gotten before he headed out and now slightly past 1 he was back. The echo of his boot steps were purposeful as he shut the door the cling of his knife hitting the counter ever more audible before the creek of the stairs let you know what the "plan" was. It doesn't take long for him to reach the bedroom and unlike most nights where the two of you would lay down and enjoy bliss each others comfort this time it was clear another approach would have to be taken. Michael now stood at the doorway mask dyed red and breathing heavy, whatever happen was not the outcome he wanted so with slow careful steps you began step one.

Michael no matter what is not one to seek comfort or affection it is something you have to be will to initiate willing and be willing to go slow with

Bathing is a good way to make him feel relaxed and if he tired or having a bad day its what he want and its one of the few times he's quick to remove him make you touching his hair makes him very happy

After a nice bath he wants but wont say he wants cuddle's and the start of step two

Sit on his lap and just let him hold you in a soft voice talk about you day or plans for the week or just things you enjoy its a bit of domestic life that makes him warm

turn a movie on and stay close run you hands through his hair and just exists with him for a while now for the best part

Once he's calmed down two things could happen one is that he'll pull you both down to the bed curled up with you in his arms and the sound of a movie still playing in the background letting himself fully relax

Option two is less common but more enjoyable Michael will move both you and him to the table in the room covered in his craft supplies where hell being working on his paper mache mask, asking you for input or wanting you to join if you fall asleep that's fine he's more the content just having you there

Stu Matcher and Billy Loomis

Its not hard to tell when one of them is having a hard day. After a long day of classes and keeping up with everyone Billy was exhausted had told but you and Stu as much more then one and Stu wasn't much better it seemed. Any plans that had been made were canceled as you told your boys it would be a good day for a date in, some cheesy slasher flicks tons of snacks and ordering food was the new plan. Telling everyone good bye then heading back to your place the the boys are quick to make themselves at home Stu starts by ordering dinner for the three of you Billy picks out a few movies and you head to the kitchen to make the snacks. It about an hour before everything is fully ready and with the date night begins with Stu being the first to say he needs some affection after the long day. Though he doesn't say anything at first Billy is fast to act on said affection once its shown leaning over to ask for some love as well.

Its kinda hard to give them comfort together since they both need different things at first but give it some time and it tends to end with a cuddle pile

Stu prefers holding one to waist head on in your neck or on your tummy nuzzling and kiss you having you give him head pats and forehead kisses while also rubbing his back

Billy likes having you on his lap your back to his chest his head resting on yours or on your shoulder hand locked together around your waist just holding you

If they're both in need of affection and comfort its a mix of both with Stu's head on your stomach and Billy's on your shoulder Billy's holding one hand and his other is on you hip Stu is doing the same on the opposite side

Billy feeds you snacks you feed Stu and Stu throw snacks at Billy and changes the movie when needed

Cuddles last for a long time often time it end with you three falling asleep with you in the middle of the two of them

Its not hard to know when they need comfort along with the fact that Stu is open about needing it and Billy will follow his lead when he sees you dont mind

Jesse Cromeans

Jesses always enjoys having your attention even if its for something small however, when he's in need of comfort he prefers you not being around him not because he worried about things but because he's bad at asking for it so he tends to just lock him self up in work. With that its very easy to tell when he's have a bad day its getting close to him that's hard. It starts like any relaxing day a nice warm meal whether you make it yourself for him or order something he likes its a way for you to get close. Tried and angry from a day of work the only thing on Jesse's mind is getting home what he wasn't expecting was to come home to you having gotten the places cleaned up with a meal laid out in the living ready to spend time with him and well he just couldn't say no to that. Its not hard after that to get him to set work aside till tomorrow as long as its not super important and from there the rest of the night can begin.

Jesse really enjoys slow intimacy and when his days been bad and he needs to let go having you take the lead in a nice slow pace helps him let go of the chromeskull mindset whether you know about it or not

He likes to snuggle wrapped almost fully around you with you as close as possible

Kisses are a must they make him so happy many people find him scary with go reason but here you are the love of his giving him kisses as if this is a perfectly normal relationship

Like with Michael two things can happen after he relaxes and gets your affection and comfort however its based on how your feeling not him

If you keep with the soft lead it ends with you curled against his side feeding each other fresh fruit and chocolate watching movies and shows while he talks about dates he's hoping to take you on

The other option is that you head to the bedroom hell pull you on his chest arms wrapped around you hearing you talk about this and that while just ignoring the world till he falls asleep

The next day Jesse will take off work after days of needing to seek your comfort it make him acknowledge he needs a break to not burn out or not to move to fast in the work and the day will be spent with you by his side

Asa Emory

Asa has always gone by a schedule and unless it is absolutely necessary he will not deviate from it and that includes for affection and goes double for if you want to give him comfort on exhausting days. He doesn't like feeling weak and though he loves you in a twisted way you thinking he needs comfort makes him feel weak. For weeks Asa will come home tired and frustrated his class is in the mist of exams so he has tons of work and the collection isn't going well but he wont let you in on it. The best you can do for the time being is just lightly his work load at home keep things clean, make meals for him so he doesn't skip them if the dogs are at the house help take care of them and things like that its not much but he pays attention to things like that and will notice that your helping him. Seeing you working hard to help him not stress as much while still waiting for him to take the steps like usual helps him come around to the idea of letting you spoil him for a while. Once he gets to that point remember to keep things slow though rushing it after that makes him stay on edge.

For Asa slow and steady is the way to go when he's ready to let you spoil him he will tell you outright that he "requires" your attention

He wont let this happen on a weekday only a weekend where he can fully relax and rest but he leaves the rest to you and that's a big step

Setting up a nice date in is the best way to go and though he likes homemade meals on a day like this he doesn't mind ordering dinner that night

On days he can relax with you the first thing he wants to do is cook for you as odd as it might be it gives him a starting point to let you show him affection

Eating breakfast together then heading to the living room with curled up on the couch you read to him for a bit him might interject sometimes depending on what its about but he just holds you close for a while

Tacking the dogs for a walk is the next part of the day hand in hand taking a walking path and enjoy the day whether its cold or hot he likes walking time

Domestic bliss is something he adores its what he's always craved and you give him the chance to have it so often it keeps him on cloud nine

After going back home out on a documentary and snuggle up to him the dogs will be on beds near the couch and hell have you laying you head on his lap while he runs his hand along you neck and back

You'll eat later in the day and enjoy quite time he might want to rant about his class, he wants to hear about the things you've been into lately and slowly the night winds down

Given that he has no work the next day if your feeling up to it he want to end the day by embracing you its been a while and its not something he up for much but after weeks of not being around you much he craves the close touch

It might not even end with sex he just want to caress your body looking over the curves and lines feeling you fully without restrictions till your both tired and with that he pulls you close to him whispering that he's grateful for you love and thanking you for the wonderful day

Ta-da! I hope all enjoy this and a big thanks to my best birdie buddy for requesting this I had fun writing it and I hope to see here more often! To my other followers if your looking forward to the next part of My Soulmates A God then be happy its the next thing I'm working on. Have a great day and thank you for reading! - Lilly Ps you can really tell I favored Asa here huh..

[menofchaos]

Coco x Reader

Note: Inspiration for me is hit or miss and I’m sorry about that but I appreciate everyone who still follows me and reads my stuff. This is a prequel of the last Coco/Reader I posted!

She frowned when she heard the loud rumble of engines. She looked up to see two bikers parked in front of the shop. One of the artists walked up to the front desk as they took their helmets off. One was tall with a gray patch in his beard, lighting a cigarette. The other was slightly shorter with black hair past his shoulders, his eyes intense as he looked around.

“Spotted some Mayans, huh?” the artist, Kyle, grinned, “All the girls think they’re hot. Especially Angel.”

“Which one is Angel?” she asked as Kyle kneeled down at the cabinet next to her, opening it.

“The tall one,” he said as he looked for some supplies, “The other one is Coco.”

“Coco?” she repeated as the two men headed down the restaurant next door, “Like El Coco?”

Kyle laughed as he stood up with a stack of stencil paper, “So you know that story.”

“My mom used to tell it to us when we were kids,” she explained, “Why is he called El Coco?”

He shrugged, “Not sure but I know everyone calls him that. Like since he was younger. He can be one scary ass dude,” he said before walking off.

~

Coco groaned softly when Letty banged on his door, “Coco! Wake up!”

He rubbed his eyes and checked his phone, “What?”

“We’re gonna be late if you don’t get up,” she sighed, “Come on.”

He sat up and answered a few texts, “Alright, I’m up. I need a shower.”

“Hurry up,” she returned before walking away.

As he woke up, Coco felt different. Lighter, almost. He looked in the mirror as he buttoned his flannel. He finished getting dressed and walked out of his room, shrugging his leather on.

“Leticia!” he called, “You ready?”

“Yeah!” she called back from her room, “Just fixing my hair.”

Coco went into the kitchen to make himself a quick breakfast as he waited. Letty came out as he was eating.

“You eat?” he asked.

She nodded, “I made some cereal. You’re acting weird.”

“Why?” he frowned as he cleaned up his food, “I can’t make sure you ate?”

“No, you’re like…not grumpy,” she watched him, “It’s weird.”

He laughed and grabbed his keys, “Come on before I change my mind.”

She followed him out of the house and into the car, playing her music as he drove. He smoked a cigarette, laughing as Letty danced in the front seat. He pulled up to the tattoo shop, the feeling getting stronger. Something was about to happen. He couldn’t explain it but he knew. He opened the door for Letty and she headed over to the jewelry case immediately. 

Coco smiled softly as he watched Letty look over everything excitedly. He walked up to the receptionist, who was watching the piercer talk to Letty.

The receptionist looked up at him and smiled, knocking the breath from his lungs. This was the feeling. Her. Coco swore he could see her eyes widen for a moment.

“Can I help you?” her voice was slightly raspy but he wanted to listen to it forever.

“Uh…yeah, she has an appointment for a belly button piercing and I have a session with Kyle,” he murmured.

She pushed some loose strands of her curly hair out of her eyes and collected some forms as Kyle walked up, “Hey man,” he fist bumped Coco, “Ready?”

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She woke up slowly and stretched before looking at her phone. She sat up in a panic when she saw she was an hour late. She ran into the shower and quickly washed her body, her long hair tied up in a messy bun. She texted her boss that her alarm never went off and she would be there soon. She got dressed in a pair of black denim shorts and a shop shirt. She grabbed her boots, pulling them on while putting her phone and keys into her backpack. 

“Where you at?” Kyle asked over the phone as she drove.

“I woke up late,” she explained, “I’m on my way.”

Kyle started responding but she couldn’t hear over the loud scrape of metal and glass as she watched three cars collide in the intersection. She slammed on her breaks and swerved, avoiding a collision herself. Her ears rang and as the smoke settled, she heard Kyle calling her name.

“Are you okay? Can you hear me?” he asked.

“I’m good,” she murmured, “I avoided an accident but other people didn’t. Let me go make sure everyone is okay.”

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Almost three hours later, she walked into the shop and dropped her bag under the reception desk. She took a deep breath as she sat down.

“You okay?” the owner asked from the waiting area, “I heard what happened. Do you wanna take the day?”

She smiled softly, “No, I’m okay. Just had to give statements and stuff. Then there was some traffic. Thank you, though.”

Today was not her day. She had been at work for an hour and already kicked out three teenagers with no parental consent and Kyle had to physically remove a man who yelled at her because his tattoo artist moved. She came back after a cigarette break and a phone call to her best friend.

“Thank you for that,” she looked up at him.

“No problem,” he smiled, “My next appointment should be here any minute, I’m just gonna go set up my station.”

She nodded and picked up the ringing shop phone, making an appointment. The bell above the door chimed and a young girl walked over to the jewelry as Valentina, the piercer, spoke to her. She watched with a smile before someone else approached her desk. She smiled and looked up to greet them when she realized it was Coco standing in front of her. She felt her heart shatter when her eyes met his.

“Can I help you?” she asked.

“Uh…yeah, she has an appointment for a belly button piercing and I have a session with Kyle,” he told her, seeming nervous.

Kyle came up and greeted him. Coco went in the back with the young girl, Letty. She came back out alone.

“My dad wanted to make sure it’s cool he pays all at once,” Letty told her, “For me and him.”

She nodded, “Absolutely fine. Do you feel okay?”

Letty smiled, “I’m fine, she was really great.”

 They were in the shop for a few hours. Coco’s leather was draped over his arm and his shirt was unbuttoned, a black bandage covering his side.

“Go wait by the car,” he told Letty quietly.

“Our lovely receptionist will book your next session,” Kyle grinned, “See you around, man.”

“Thanks,” Coco nodded.

Kyle walked off, “When do you wanna rebook for?” she asked him.

“Next month,” he watched her quietly.

She booked his appointment and he paid for his tattoo and Letty’s piercing. He signed the receipt, handing it back.

“Will you be here?” he asked.

She smiled, “I’m planning on it. You can see me sooner if you want.”

Coco grinned when she gave him his copy and her number was written across the top. Letty made fun of his cheesy smile the whole way home.

[dreamboateddie]

Save me Eddie,Part 1

Summary- You've known Eddie since childhood but became estranged when your parents moved to a different neighborhood. Eddie did loads of changing in Highschool and it just shoved you both in different groups. Eddie was your elementary bestfriend and the only person you can trust when a new man enters your life to stalk you since all your friends seem to be on their own wavelength these days.

Warnings- 18+ only smut, Eddie X Fem Reader, stalking, fear, heavy petting, D/s play, biting, Unprotected sex, cream-pie

Author's note: I do take requests for storylines if you like my writing style! These stories are 18 plus, no minors interact!

You've never felt fear quite like this before,  it was the kind of fear that sunk deep in your chest,  the kind of fear that made a person freeze in one spot and struggle to breathe. You knew Brandon was close by the way his boots clunked against the asphalt while he was looking for you "Y/n" he sung out as he searched the bush nearby, and you had to dart in the opposite direction before he reached your hiding place. You had to think quick and knew Eddie's friend was nearby, from there, he could give you access to your old friend. He was hopefully what you remembered him being intimidating and slightly off his rocker. Brandon was not too far away, that looming figure of his closing in from behind. You round the house, slip into the backyard the best you can and let yourself in, definitely breaking into this poor guy's house.  You hear the thrum of guitars echo from nearby, you paw around the house and you enter the garage where Eddie and his friends are rehearsing. The Garage door is open so you hastily shut it since Brandon is probably lurking nearby waiting to do god knows what to you. You swing around to meet the confused gaze of them each but yours falls on your old best friend, staring at you with those deep, brown eyes. He sets his guitar aside and sighs "You're interrupting a VERY important set, how did you get in here?" . Your finger flies in the direction of the back door, this was your chance to explain EVERYTHING "The back door, you guys really need to start locking stuff around here. Listen, Eddie...". A thick, ringed hand shot up "Whoa, whoa... you know me?". You nod, "I do, we were close in elementary school, I'm Y/N. Listen, Eddie... I have this guy from my job stalking me. I need to stay here for a while". Eddie started to scratch his chin "So wait... you pretend I don't exist for the longest time and act all uppity with your newspaper and cheerleader friends and now you're needing my help" those sweet, dark puppy dog eyes bounced from one of your eyes to the other, you could tell they were filled with a little bit of hurt. "Please Eddie..." you whisper out, pleading hands gathered before you. You knew his nature, so you were sure to get your way with some good ol' begging. He sighs, and motions for you to enter his buddy's kitchen "We'll be back ,guys". It doesn't take him long to press himself to the window nearest you both "Jesus, Y/N... is this Brandon? He was a quarterback last year...". You join him, pressing yourself at his side, and a bit behind him in case Brandon lunges at the window. He smelled different than you remember. He always had that dirt, rock and cigarette smell. But now he smelled like old spice... you're almost too distracted by his closeness and that sweet, sweet smell that you nearly didn't answer. You breathe out, fingers coiling around Eddie's bicep "Yeah. After he graduated he started at the shop I work at, so he could make some college money. He started hitting on me and well... started following me around. I didn't know what to do but come here and you're a little scary. So... I just... put two and two together" . Eddie was shaking his curly hair and you could tell he was a little scared of that large, stalking frame outside...he wouldn't fully admit to that, so he took a shaking breath and stood up, got a bat from another room and reached out a hand in your direction " We have to get you home.. we'll wait until he's up the street a little and make a run for my car" you take his hand but coil yourself to his arm " Please don't leave me, ok?". ( part two because of post length

[kavikaslana]

Shigaraki smut because I’m bored

NSFW | Pairing shigaraki x female reader | degrading, oral, masturbation, restraining | Dom shiggy | Smut and some fluff (eventually)

A/N : I don’t write smut so I don’t know how good this is lol

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It almost seemed like it was intentional.

When you first joined the league, you were wearing a short, black skirt along with black thigh high boots and a dark red top. You barely had any makeup on, and you had a choker that seemed too big for your neck. Your hair covered most of your face, and your blindfold covered your eyes, leaving only your mouth visible.

The way you walked didn’t help. You hips swayed with every step you took, sometimes making your skirt ride up. Your top had a deep V neck shape, revealing some of your chest.

You sat down at the bar, taking a sip of your whiskey. You originally agreed to meet with them a month ago to talk about an alliance, but your group had disbanded. Dabi convinced you to join instead.

He couldn’t help but stare. Your h/c hair covered your ears and rested on your back, curling slightly at the end. Your quirk wasn’t special, it was useful but you couldn’t do much with it either. Yet there was still something captivating him, whether it was the mystery of what was behind your blindfold, or what was under your clothes.

He stared at you, your beautiful voice filling the room as Dabi introduced you to toga and twice. He didn’t even notice you approaching him.

“So you must be Shigaraki, nice to meet you!” You said, your voice filled with excitement. Your smile seemed to make the room that much brighter.

He wanted to say something, but you were already gone, his eyes going back to staring into space.

He would catch himself coming out of his room more just to hear your voice. You never took off your blindfold around anyone except Dabi, it was a little strange to him. Out of all the people, why would you show dabi, especially when you had him. He would cherish your beautiful eyes. Hell, he hasn’t even seen them and yet he still finds himself trying to figure out what color your eyes are, getting lost in his own imagination.

Your smile seemed to brighten the room. Every time you entered a room, all eyes were on you. He couldn’t decide if he hated it or if he liked it, most likely both. Men would go up to you, asking you out, but he knew it was only to see what was under your clothes. They were all little boys in a man’s body to him.

He could’ve treated you the way you deserved, if only you weren’t so goddamn scary. Your insults were never held back. You would say what was on your mind, whether it was a compliment or something that could completely ruin one’s self esteem. Every time someone had approached you with the familiar bouquet of flowers, you would turn them down, insulting and slapping them before turning around. He couldn’t risk it, not with the way he thinks of himself. You’d only dig a deeper hole into him, it’s not like his opinion about himself was necessarily good anyway.

Group pictures sent to him by toga would always end up covered in his seed, even if it was an innocent picture of you and twice. Hell, he’d take anything he could get. Bedsheet after bedsheet would end up stained and ruined, and he’d have to wipe off his phone afterwards.

His eyes would move over everything about you. Your neck, your hips, your smile, anything was good enough for him. He’d focus on your face the most though, trying to imagine how well you’d take him. Your neck was a good one too, oh what he’d give to see the collar he had gotten on you.

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His pants were getting tighter by the second it seemed. You were so close to him, he couldn’t help it. Your scent filled the air. Dabi had spilled his liquor on your shirt, allowing some of it to become transparent. He couldn’t help but look, thank god “father” was covering his face.

He quickly got up after he had memorized that scene, sprinting back to his room before locking the door and palming his erection, biting his lip as he leaned against the door. Moving his hand down to his pants, he pulled them down. Pre had already stained his clothes unfortunately, but he didn’t care about that right now.

He could hear you yelling at Dabi behind the door. Normally, he’d be terrified that you’d yell at him next, but this was a special case. He started stroking his cock, smearing pre over his lower half. His lip had started to bleed due to the pressure he put it on in an attempt to muffle his groans.

God, he couldn’t get enough. Your shirt was transparent, just enough to the point where he could see your bra. Some had gotten on your thighs, and some was on your face. He could’ve cleaned you off if you would let him, but you were to busy with Dabi to pay attention to him. Oh what he’d give to see your bra on the floor in his bedroom.

He came in his hand, his seed dripping onto the floor, earning a drawn out moan from him. The noise had stopped, and he started panicking. What if you hear him? What would you do if you did? Surely you’d humiliate him in front of everyone. Everything seemed to stop. His head was spinning, and his heart seemed to jump out of his chest.

A few minutes later, you slammed your door shut. That’s all it took for him to calm down.

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After about a month, Shigaraki had warmed up to you. He let you in his room. He had a tall bookshelf in the corner, filled with mangas from multiple different anime’s on one shelf, and video games on the next. There were clothes on the floor, but you expected there to be. The only clean areas were his bed, his computer, and his couch. The rest was either covered in energy drink cans or clothes, most likely both.

He sat down on his couch, motioning for you to sit next to him. He started up a movie as you curled up into your hoodie, the room was colder than you’d expected. After about 5 minutes of shivering, you moved closer to him, curling up in his lap, trying to warm up.

What an unfortunate spot for you to be.

He tried to move you, but every time he repositioned you, you ended up back on the same spot, right on his hardening cock. You already assumed that whatever was poking you was a key or a pocket knife.

Every time you moved, your ass rubbed against his cock. He had to bite his lip to stop himself from moaning in your ear. He wasn’t complaining, but it wasn’t exactly the best thing that could happen right now. How would you react if you found out your boss had a thing for you, getting to the point where he gets hard just thinking about you? You’d call him a creep, wouldn’t you?

You only noticed when you felt something wet against you. You got out of his lap and took off your skirt to inspect the wet spot. That only made his throbbing erection worse. His cock was painfully hard, the last thing he needed was for you to humiliate him, even if it was only you two.

Looking down at him sitting on the couch, you finally noticed the tent in his pants. He couldn’t even look at you, he just sat there, waiting for you to insult him.

“I’m sorry... it just happened. I tried to move you! I swear! It’s not my fault...” he mumbled, letting his hair cover his face so he didn’t have to look at you.

Imagine the surprise on his face when you kissed him.

He wasted no time in forcing your mouth open for his tongue. Immediately, he started groping anywhere he could reach, his hands slipping under your hoodie. You tried to pull away to breathe, but he didn’t let you, holding your head in place, still trying to get a taste of you.

He pulled away, eagerly taking off your clothes, only leaving you in your underwear, before doing the same. He pulled you on his lap, biting your neck to leave proof that he was there, that he had you, even for a few minutes. His grip on you tightened, he didn’t want this to be the last time.

Your blindfold was still on, that’s the one thing he didn’t try to take off. You slowly removed it, dropping it on the floor as he picked you up and carried you to the bed. His eyes tearing up a little bit from the thought of you leaving. He didn’t even realize you took your blindfold off.

He didn’t find disgust when he looked into them, most people would have despised him, calling him a creep and a pervert. You didn’t seem to care that he was staring at you. All he found was soft, e/c eyes staring back into his. It made his heart stop, he could get lost in your eyes for hours.

He reached behind you to unclip your bra. He couldn’t believe you didn’t push him away, everyone else would have. His chuckle made your eyes glow more than they already did, a small smile appearing on your face, barely noticeable from where he was.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him back into a heated kiss, his hands exploring your thighs as you let him have you. He took in every scent, every sound, every movement, anything that had to do with you. He loved it, it made his heart ache thinking it would end.

He moved one of your hands to his member, his precum staining his boxers. You pulled away and kissed his jaw, squeezing his cock through his boxers, earning a yelp from him as he started thrusting his hips into your touch.

You removed his boxers, revealing his throbbing member. It definitely wasn’t small, and you weren’t sure how it’d fit. Tomura’s a fairly skinny guy, but his cock was the opposite. Long and thick, the head of it covered in his precum, already covering your hand.

He groaned as you moved your hand up and down it, his eyes closing as he threw his head back. It felt so good to have a girl touch him so intimately, especially you. He forced your head down, your lips just an inch away from the leaking head of his cock.

His breathing picked up as he pushed your head down on his cock. God, you felt good. He started thrusting into your mouth, giving you no time to adjust. It wasn’t bad, not at all, the only thing you could complain about was your jaw starting to hurt.

It didn’t take him long to finish. He pulled your head back before throwing you back against the bed. His hands found their way to your wrists, pinning them above your head. You looked so pretty with his cum on you, he couldn’t resist taking a picture!

As you tried to get comfortable, he slid his hand under your underwear, making you freeze.

“Damn, you really are a slut, aren’t you?” He said, a small chuckle following not long after as he shoved a finger inside, your whimpers only fueling him.

“It would be a shame to let you go, wouldn’t it? You’d make such a good little pet, just for me...” he said, his voice low and husky as he leaned against your ear.

Pushing two fingers into you, he rubbed your clit with his thumb, cherishing every noise you made, memorizing every moan and whine that came out of your mouth. Every little movement, every little sound, he had memorized, just in case this was the only time, in case you actually grew brain cells and realized what was going on.

He knelt down, his face eye-level with your dripping little cunt. He pulled his fingers out and licked them, cherishing your taste. Slowly, he pushed his tongue in, letting you get used to the feeling before lapping at your walls.

His hands grabbed your thighs, keeping you from closing your legs around his head as he continued his assault. With every lick, he moaned shamelessly against your clit. Your lewd noises only fueled him as he pulled you closer to him.

“C’mon little slut, I’m waiting. It’s alright, go ahead and let yourself go, I won’t complain.” He said, his smirk growing as he lowered his head again, hands gripping your thighs harder.

He licked up every drop of your cum, whether it was on his bed or on you. He got up, immediately pinning your arms as he crawled on top of you. He lowered his head to bite your neck, more proof that he was there, and proof that it had actually happened.

He pulled your hips up to meet his own, lining ha cock against your entrance as he pushed the tip in. He let you adjust to just his tip before he slammed the rest of his member into you. Your pleas for him to slow down falling on deaf ears as he pounded into your tight little cunt.

“Good girl, you’re taking me so well! I’ll break you slowly, sound good? I’m sure you’ll be fine. You were already so fucking wet for me, weren’t you? You like being held by your boss, don’t you? C’mon little slut, let me hear how good I make you feel, it’s just us!” He whispered in your ear, his pace never ceasing.

You couldn’t even speak, only managing to get one or two words out before getting cut off by your own noises. All you could do was nod, but that seemed to get the message through.

He sped up, chasing his own release as he played with your thighs, kneading the soft skin on one before moving his hand back to your hips.

“That’s it baby, just like that! You’re doing so well! It’d be a shame to stop now, but I don’t think you want me to.”

He finished with a groan, taking his cock out of your swollen cunt, letting both of your juices leak out before taking a picture. He’d have material for weeks now.

He laid down next to you, slipping on your hoodie for you before pressing his chest against your back. His arms found their way around your waist. He buried his face into the crook of your neck, leaving gentle kisses along your collarbone and up your neck.

“You won’t leave me... right?” He asked, his voice quiet and weak as he spoke, barely audible at all.

“Of course not shig! Why would you think that? Is something wrong?” You asked, your voice stained with concern. All he did in response was shake his head.

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“What’s wrong with him!” You shouted, unaware that Tomura was behind the door, waiting with food he had gotten for you. “He just won’t leave me alone Toga, what’d I even do? He’s persistent, and its getting on my nerves.” You said, his heart broke into a million pieces.

This wasn’t you, it couldn’t be. It was just one of twice’s clones, it had to be! There was no way his loving girlfriend would say anything like that about him... right?

“You could just tell shig doll.” Dabi spoke up, his figure looming over yours as he moved to the door. “I’m sure he wouldn’t mind taking care of it, just one less asshat for both of you.”

“He’s busy, and every time I try to talk to him, he gets dragged away by someone. So tell me, how am I supposed to do that? He’s barely ever alone with me anyway.” You said, clearly annoyed, though it did help you to know Dabi at least thought about a solution for you. Guess he did care at least some.

Toga stood in silence as Shigaraki tried to process what he had heard. Your food was getting cold by the time he realized it wasn’t about him. Slowly, he waited for a description, but he never got one.

Instead, he followed you for the day. Waiting for this so called “asshat” to approach you. So far, everyone that had approached you had a reason, whether it was to talk about an upcoming mission or to ask about your relationship.

Just as he was leaving for a meeting, that little son of a bitch had showed up. He was being really touchy with you, grabbing you from behind and talking to you like you were old pals. It made Tomura’s blood boil.

“Y/N! We’re late, let’s go.” He shouted, just looking for some excuse to get you away from him.

The second you were within his reach, he grabbed you. Quickly biting your neck before licking the wound. He pampered you with kisses, holding you tightly against him. Your face might as well be the color red itself. He only stopped to glare at the other male, who was watching in disbelief, before going back to you.

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He always had you next to him from then on, whether it was just for a quick meeting or a conversation with Re-destro. The only exception was missions, you weren’t even allowed to go anywhere outside of the base without him or one of the original league members, maybe even Re-destro or Trumpet if he was in a good mood.

There were days he’d clear his schedule just so he could stay in bed with you for an extra few hours before you woke up.

When he’d leave, there would always be a pile of his clothes on his gaming chair for you. He’d gotten you shoes to match his. He let you paint his nails once or twice before as well. He’d walk around the base with his hands on display, clearly taking pride in them, all because it was done by you. Toga would laugh with Dabi, twice would argue with himself about whether it was cute or not, and the other males would ignore it.

Every night, he’d usually come back to his room with you sleeping in his bed. On rare occasions when you couldn’t sleep, you’d curl up in his lap and sleep. He’d have to carry you back to his room from his spot in meetings, kissing your forehead before going back to reviewing mission plans.

On rare occasions that you were awake, you’d leave food on the bedside table for him in case he got back before you. Little stickers would be placed on the side of the plate, almost always left by toga or twice. You had given up on taking them off, for every time you’d remove one, another one would show up in the same spot.

The first time you had gotten your period, he freaked out. You were mad at him and he didn’t even know why! He thought he fucked up, that you’d break up with him the second you calmed down. Eventually, Toga explained it to him. She would give him small snacks for him to leave next to you. Rings, roses, necklaces, and food would be left as peace offerings. If you needed anything he’d get it, whether you asked for it or not. He did find it cute when you’d sit in the pile of clothes he had worn for the day in one of his hoodies, but you’d never let him actually put them back on.

You’d both spend hours trying out games. He bought you your own controller and wrote your name on it. The second anyone would touch it, he’d throw the nearest object at them, whether it was a chair or a pen.

You’d walk around the base in his clothes, which were clearly too big on you. Sometimes you’d even attempt to match him. You’d bandage your limbs and slip on some of his clothes in order to look like him. The only difference in clothing was your blindfold and “father”. He’ll drag you around and show you off for the whole day. Don’t complain please, it makes him happy when you act like it’s fun, even if it isn’t.

The only time either of you would take off your face covering was when you two were alone. Every time, he’d get lost in your eyes as you held his hand. Artist gloves were worn every time, just in case. He couldn’t get enough of you. Every detail, every noise, and every movement was memorized.

He was changing the whole world for you, whether he admits it or not.

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I really don’t like how it turned out but it’s been in my drafts for a long time

[massivedrickhead]

Can you do Kiss for the potentially romantic prompts? Please and thanks 🙂

[ KISS ] : sender kisses receiver in order to protect their identities, but is the kiss completely professional? or is there something else...?

From this list of prompts.

I kinda ended up moving away from the prompt a bit, but I think what I did still counts? Let me know🙈

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Taking advantage of the break in conversation, Chloe turned away from the Bellas, who were squashed into a booth, and back towards the bar.

She felt like Beca had been gone for an eternity, and she’d had to keep fighting the urge to turn around and look for her.

She couldn’t deal with the girls teasing her tonight, and she knew her looking for Beca every five minutes would only add more fuel to that fire.

It took a little longer than it usually would for Chloe to spot her. Normally Chloe’s eyes found Beca before her mind even knew she was looking for her. Normally, Beca stood out like she had a spotlight on her.

But in this overly crowded bar, where somehow everyone was dressed just a little bit like Beca, Chloe was finding it more difficult.

Every flannel shirt was on someone else’s back. Every lock of wavy brown hair wasn’t a lock of Beca’s wavy brown hair.

Every pair of jeans ripped at the knee, or scuffed boot, or scary (sexy) ear-spike, belonged to someone else.

Chloe started to wonder if she was being pranked until she finally spotted Beca at the very end of the bar.

Chloe couldn’t stop the frown that spread across her face, or the way her eyebrows pulled together.

She never was very good at hiding her emotions.

Beca - who was still trying her best to get the bartender’s attention so she could get served - was currently being hit on by a beard in a flannel shirt.

He was smiling, leaning against the bar with his own drink, looking down at her. He was clearly talking about something that he found fascinating, and didn’t seem to be picking up on Beca’s ‘please leave me alone’ face.

Beca turned her head away from him, looking back towards the booth where they were sitting, and seemed to deflate with relief when she saw that Chloe was looking at her.

She gave Chloe a look that said ‘Dude, help me’ and Chloe was only too happy to oblige.

“There you are!” Chloe said, brightly as she got within earshot of Beca and her new friend. She placed a hand on Beca’s back and kissed her lightly on the cheek. “You’ve been gone for hours.” Chloe pouted, her arm draping around Beca’s shoulder now. She felt Beca relax against her, as she reached up to take Chloe’s hand.

“So dramatic, babe,” Beca said, following Chloe’s lead. “Sorry dude,” Beca added, turning back to the guy, “this is my girlfriend Chloe.”

“Girlfriend?” He said, frowning, “you didn’t-”

“Chloe, this is Matt-”

“-Mark-”

“He’s really into IPAs.”

“Nice to meet you Matt,” Chloe said, brightly. “I hope you weren’t hitting on my girlfriend,” she added with a wink.

“It’s Mark,” he said. “You never said you had a girlfriend.”

“Was I supposed to?”

“I mean… It's only polite. Some guy starts talking to you, you should let him know you aren’t available. Kinda wasted my time,” he said, looking like a kicked puppy.

“Sorry dude, I thought you were just being friendly,” Beca said, with a shrug. She turned back to Chloe. “Can you get this guy to serve me? I never have any luck in this bar.”

“Sure babe,” Chloe said, leaning forward slightly, grinning as the bartender spotted her. She waved him over.

“You know what,” Mark said, looking more annoyed now. “I don’t believe it.”

“Don’t believe what?” Beca asked.

“Don’t believe you two as a couple. I mean she doesn’t exactly look…”

“Look what?” Chloe asked. Her smile was still on her face but there was something dangerous in her eyes now. “Look gay?”

“I just think you guys are doing that thing that girls do when they want a guy to leave them alone,” he said. “And that’s not fair. I’m a nice guy, you should give me a chance.”

Beca rolled her eyes and Chloe focused her attention on the bartender again.

“I dunno what to tell you dude,” Beca said. “Can I get two bottles of Bud Light please and a,” she turned to Chloe, “Vodka and Diet Coke?” Chloe nodded with another smile. “Vodka Diet Coke please.”

“Sure thing,” the bartender said before moving away to get their drinks.

“Look,” Mark said, speaking up again in what was clearly some last ditch attempt. “Prove it to me.”

“What?” Chloe asked.

“If you’re really a couple, prove it. Kiss or something.”

“Dude you’re being gross,” Beca said, shaking her head and turning away from him.

“Come on,” he said. “I think you’re lying.”

“Fine,” Chloe said, her hand coming to rest on Beca’s jaw. “If it’ll make you leave us alone, we’ll kiss.”

“No,” Beca said, sounding disgusted as she turned away to face Mark again. Chloe moved her hand and tried not to let this sudden stab of rejection show on her face. “No, we’re not gonna put on some show for you. We don’t owe you anything. Look, dude, either one of two things is happening. Number 1, you’re harassing a couple and being kinda homophobic in the process-”

“-I didn’t say anything homo-”

“-Or two,” Beca said, cutting him off, “I’m lying to you in order to make you leave me alone. In both of these scenarios, I don’t want to spend any more time with you. If I have to lie about a relationship to get you to leave me alone that should kind of indicate to you that this thing we have might not be going anywhere. So can you, like, fuck off?”

He straightened up. “Fine.” He finished his drink and put his glass back on the bar with a thump. “Bitch.”

“Thanks for that,” Beca said to Chloe once Mark had left.

“No problem,” Chloe said, taking her drink and walking back to the table.

“Wait, dude, are you mad at me?” Beca asked.

“No, of course not,” Chloe said, smiling sweetly. “Babe.” Chloe squeezed herself into the booth again, leaving Beca standing, looking at her in confusion.

“What did I do?”

“Uh oh,” Cynthia-Rose muttered.

“Our Mom’s are fighting again,” Emily said.

“Chloe?” Beca asked, ignoring them.

“You couldn’t have just kissed me? You had to go on a whole tirade and break that guy down because the thought of kissing me was so bad?” Chloe asked.

“Are you serious right now? He was being gross, I’m not putting on a fucking show for him to jerk off to later tonight,” Beca said.

“You were fine with calling me babe and letting me put my arm around you and stuff,” Chloe said.

“That’s different,” Beca said. “Look, can we go outside or something?”

“Why?”

“Because I wanna have an adult conversation with you, and I don’t want Amy live-tweeting it.”

“Fine,” Chloe said, taking a large swallow of her drink before setting the glass down and following Beca out of the bar.

It was cold outside, and Chloe immediately wrapped her arms around herself.

On instinct, Beca pulled off her jacket and wrapped it around Chloe’s shoulders, and Chloe felt herself soften immediately. The scowl in her face disappeared, and she closed her eyes as Beca tugged the jacket so it covered her better.

“What just happened?” Beca asked. “I feel like I missed something.”

“I’m sorry,” Chloe said, softly. “I didn’t mean to snap at you like that in front of the girls.”

“Did I do something?”

“No,” Chloe said. “Not really. It’s just… I guess I got a little caught up in our act. And when you turned away it felt like… it was like the idea of kissing me was so awful that you would rather chew this guy out than do it. And you hate confrontation, so you must have hated the thought of kissing me more. I’m not mad that you didn’t want to kiss me. It’s just… the way you said no. Like… like you’d just tasted something bad. It kinda hurt my feelings.”

“Chlo’,” Beca said, softly, “I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean for it to come across that way.”

“You don’t need to say sorry,” Chloe said. “You have every right to reject me, I’m just a little drunk and emotional tonight.”

“Chloe, you realise you’re like my favourite person in the whole world, right? There isn’t a universe that exists in which I don’t want to kiss you,” Beca said, holding onto the ends of the jacket around Chloe’s shoulders, pulling her forward slightly. “I just didn’t want our first kiss to be like that. I didn’t want it to be surrounded by people gawking, for the benefit of some lowlife. I want it to be real. I want it to mean something. I don’t want it to be the only one.”

“But you do want it?” Chloe asked, her voice so small and hopeful that it almost broke Beca’s heart.

“Of course I want it. God, you have no idea… you’re everything to me, Chloe Beale. And when we kiss, it’s going to be the start of something amazing,” Beca said, pulling her even closer.

“Sounds like you’ve thought about this,” Chloe said, her eyes inevitably dropping to Beca’s lips.

“I have. A lot. For a long time,” Beca said.

“Why did you wait?”

“Why did you?”

Chloe laughed, and Beca felt it against her lips.

“Is this happening?” Chloe asked, as Beca pulled her a little closer.

“I think so,” Beca said, grinning. “Just promise me that this kiss is the beginning of something, not the end.”

“Hmm. That all depends on how good a kisser you are Mitchell.”

“I guess I’ll let you be the judge of that,” Beca said, before she gave the jacket one final tug and closed the distance between them.

[fleursdemeduse]

Remembrance AU: The First Time

So this isn't the first one I wrote for this "series", but this is the first one chronologically, so I decided this will be the first to be posted. Depending on how well this one and the other two I've written do will help me to decide if this is an AU I wanna continue or not. Feel free to send in asks and stuff about the AU!

Warnings: Violence ; Death

Words: 3.5k

You hated the nether. The thick dry heat choked you in a way that made you feel as if you had stepped into a wildfire in the middle of a desert, but worse. The smell of sulfur seemed to cling to your clothes in a way that made you gag every time. To be honest, you probably wouldn’t even be here if you didn’t appreciate the piglins. You were able to barter with them much easier than the villagers back home, and they had much better stuff. You snorted at the thought, and the large brute before you copied the action.

Home.

The village you had set up base in wasn’t really your home. Just a convenient place that you had set up your bed. A bed which now sat on the other side of the portal you had built on the lower level of the bastion below.

You were grateful to have access to the only thing you really needed in the nether. Trading with the piglins gave you a way to achieve more ender pearls so you wouldn’t have to kill the poor enderman on the surface. You held out another gold ingot to the brute, but he didn’t take it immediately. He was looking at something to the side of your exchange and you turned your head slightly to look too.

The heat of the nether was nothing compared to the warmth that immediately bubbled in your stomach. Everything seemed to fizzle out of existence aside from the large man that had entered the bastion. Which turned out to be your mistake.

Searing pain in your back made you grunt as you were knocked forward into the brute in front of you. You turned to see a ghast behind you that breathed another fireball. The piglin, upset at suddenly being “attacked” started to slice at you with its sword and you hissed at the damage you were taking. You didn’t want to kill the piglin. It didn’t understand that it had been an accident.

You cursed at yourself. You hadn’t realized how hungry you had been all this time, and your health felt dangerously low. Another hit from the explosion of the fireball and a swipe at the brute’s sword replaced the pain with nothing as you died.

You cursed when you woke up in your bed next to the portal. The mattress felt almost too soft as you struggled to remove yourself from it and fling yourself back through the portal. You flew up the steps, your feet taking them two at a time and you hoped your items hadn’t despawned.

You couldn’t help your sigh of relief when you saw Technoblade examining your items. You had been fast enough. You jogged up behind him, a grin on your lips, both relieved for your items and excited to finally meet him. “Hey!”

You immediately jolted to a stop at the sword now placed at your throat, but you could help but laugh at yourself. You should have expected that. You held up your hands in what you believed to be a non-threatening manner as you looked up at him.

“Sorry about that! I’m [y/n].” You watched him slowly lower the blade, eyes behind the mask narrowed at you. He looked both exactly how you expected and not how you expected at all.

“Technoblade.” You couldn’t help the giggle that spilled from your lips as you moved around him to collect your items and put back on your armor. Who hadn’t heard of him?

“Man, I hate ghasts. I worked really hard to save up all those levels, and now I have nothing.” You took a cursory glance at your levels. “Oh, I’m sorry, I have two. Fat load of help that would be. Glad I don’t need to enchant anything for a long while, hm?” You turned back to him once you had your golden boots buckled. You were totally going to take advantage of this opportunity to follow him like a puppy. No one else you had met seemed to actually understand you and the chance at an interaction with someone had you almost crawling up the walls. “Where are we off to, then?”

Techno just stared at you. You were much shorter than he was. At least a foot, if not more. How tall was he again? In this form, about seven feet, he thought. You were very short compared to him. The thought made his lips twitch before he turned, walking in the direction of where he last remembered there to be a fortress.

Chat was going crazy at the discovery of this new anomaly. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t met people he didn’t share a couple lifetimes with before. He had met plenty where they just didn’t meet in a life or two, such as George or Schlatt. But never someone he had shared none with. No one here seemed to speak of anyone new either. It was always the same people, a different storyline. As if DreamXD -or maybe Kristen? He had only met her once, but she had been very kind. Would this be her department, then?- just kept recycling their souls into new realities like a -what did that lifetime call it? A movie? Chat confirmed his thought- played for their own entertainment until they got bored and it was onto the next.

He glanced at you out of the corner of his eye. You were talking again, but the roar in his brain was louder, so he didn’t pay too much attention to your words, despite how the soft timbre of your voice made something bubble in his chest. What were you even doing here? He had seen you trading with the piglins before your death, -you had respawned so quickly, anyone else in this lifetime took two or three days but you seemed to reappear in what felt like seconds- so why were you following him now?

Chat’s whispers echoed through his mind.

E.

I wonder who they are.

They can’t be older than Tommy.

E.

Maybe we should kill them again, see what happens this time.

Wilbur will want to know about this.

They said their name was [y/n]?

Maybe they’re like Phil.

Pog.

E.

Blood for the blood god.

E.

They’re probably closer to Wilbur’s age.

Stab them.

Jump off the edge.

Push them off the edge.

E.

Techno, will you call my friend Rachel a nerd?

All warfare is based on deception.

His fingers twitched around his sword at the thought. Was this all a trick? It couldn’t be.

Could it?

He glanced at you once more, focusing on your words, finally.

“-like they seem to notice, y’know? I just kind of walk into their houses, take from their chests, and move on. Hell, I even put my bed in, I think the library? Not one of them batted an eye! It’s almost scary, to be honest. I can loot their things, sleep in their beds, practically dismantle their homes, and I get nothing but a “Hnn.” in response!” A small pout found its way to your lips and Techno hummed in response. This seemed to be what you wanted to hear because a smile replaced the pout and you looked up at him. “So where are we going again?”

“Fortress.” His words were short, tone clipped, as if he didn’t know if you were gonna shove him into the lava, or if that was what he planned to do to you. It didn’t matter, to be honest. You were just thrilled he was letting you accompany him. Heart soaring at the feeling of interacting with another intelligent being once more. He even seemed to be listening as you rambled! That had to be a good thing, right? You hadn’t really met anyone else on the server yet, aside from distantly watching Dream, George, and Sapnap build the large building that stood in the center of what they dubbed the Dream SMP. A small giggle fell from your lips. That would have been a cute name had one of the members not been named it. Rather, it just felt self-centered because of that. You were mildly afraid of approaching the trio. You were almost afraid of how they would react when they met you.

You edged closer to the bridge to the fortress with Technoblade and you felt your heart speed up a little. Ash floated across your vision and you felt it hard to breathe for a moment. The sweat that made your clothes stick to your skin under your armor made you feel clammy. You had only been in one of these once since coming here when you wanted to try your hand at learning how to craft potions and needed blaze rods.

That.. hadn’t worked out in your favor.

You had only had one set of diamond armor, and you hadn’t even enchanted it at the time. When the wither skeletons had overtaken you and murdered you without a thought, you remembered racing back and trying to get your items back. This had only led to yet another death, however. Your eyebrows furrowed as the question entered your mind.

How many times had you died?

You remember when you first came to this world, waking up next to a river with a chest filled with bread, a map, a wooden axe, and a few other paltry items sitting before you surrounded by torches. The gentle babble of the water easing you awake and the smell of fresh flowers floated through the breeze. You almost didn’t mind the ants that were crawling on the ledge just a tad too close to you. You remember being so confused and the days being so hard at first. You didn’t even sleep the first couple days because you hadn’t found a village yet. The stupid phantoms that had attacked you had made you way more aggressive than you had meant to be. But you were tired and you were frustrated and you just wanted to find a stupid village already. You had been residing in the one you were in now since you had first found it your third day here. The first two deaths happening on your second day. One because of said phantoms and one because you had fallen from a cliff. You were devastated at the lack of supplies and progress when you just respawned next to that river, awaking to a few scattered zombies and a skeleton or two. You had dug yourself a hole and cried in it while you waited for sun-up. Many more deaths had happened since, but you couldn't seem to be able to remember the number now.

You hadn’t planned on returning to a fortress until you had better equipment, fearing another death. Something better than your diamond armor and golden boots and your sole netherite sword, but who were you to miss the opportunity to go exploring with The Blood God? Besides you had a bow with Power IV you had stolen from a skeleton that had been in the village. You didn’t know how durable it still was, but it was better than nothing, right?

The rattling of bones brought you out of your thoughts. Already a couple of blazes and some wither skeletons were approaching. You drew your sword, heart hammering in your chest. This wouldn’t be like last time. You had Technoblade to back you up. The top PVPer. The winner of the potato war. The Blood God. You could do this. You could do this.

A lucky swing from one of the wither skeletons caught you in the arm and you hissed as the wither effect immediately took hold and you jolted at the feeling. It was numbing. You felt nauseated. Another hit and you gasped when you felt your health drop to a dangerous level. You sliced up with your sword, removing its head from its spine with a gnarly “click” and you immediately moved out of fire to drink some milk and eat a couple of the pieces of salmon you had brought with you.

Whilst you were letting your health regenerate, you removed your bow from your inventory, aiming at one of the blazes, only to watch something white hit it first. You hesitated, looking towards Technoblade, only to see him ignoring the wither skeletons that were approaching you and focusing on throwing snowballs at the flaming mob. Your lips twitched. Fine. You’d take care of the skeletons, then.

You grabbed your sword once more and began attacking the skeletons in front of you with reckless abandon. You were growing mildly frustrated. Your arm hurt now and Techno seemed to be leaving you on your own to fight off the horde that was slowly amassing. There had only been four of them at first, but now four more had sprinted over to join the fray when they saw the two of you. Now, minus the one you had already taken care of and the two Technoblade had killed within the first ten seconds of their approach, there were five. You winced when you heard the sound of both blazes being taken care of and you hadn’t even killed one more.

‘-so she throws this apple, she just chucks this apple and says like, only the hottest goddess can take this apple.’ Chat loved it when he told them mythology stories, despite them being there when he had read it.

E.

Greek mythology pog.

Semi-demi god for the win!

Speaking of discord, how’s the new person doing?

E.

Persephone is definitely the hottest.

At the mention of you, Techno turned his attention to the sound of metal hitting metal and was surprised to see you still standing there, despite being crowded by wither skeletons. Just another thing to tack onto the list about you. He watched you kill another one, followed by a yelp as you took another hit, the wither effect turning the flesh around your wound a purplish black before you killed one more. You backed up on the bridge, drinking more milk and eating another piece of fish. He could see how the action pained you, but you were resilient.

They’re stupid.

Look at them wave that sword around, do they even know what they’re doing?

E.

They haven’t died again yet?

They can’t be one of Schlatt’s people.

Save them.

Technoblade, wasn’t Eris the daughter of Zeus?

E.

He decided to wait and see what you did. If you died, there was more for him to loot. If you didn’t, then it was a lesson. Either way, he wouldn’t have to worry about protecting you further into the fortress. His nose twitched at the smell of your blood and of rot that seemed to ooze off the skeletons. He still needed more wither skulls.

The remaining four attacked you again, despite your low health, and you felt as if you were going to cry. You hated the nether.

Two more were dispatched a lot faster than the first ones had been and you swallowed. Adrenaline coursed through your veins and you felt just the slightest bit more confident in yourself.

Two more left.

You ducked at a swing, movement still slow. You only had one more milk left, and that scared you. You couldn’t, wouldn’t, get hit again with their stupid swords and their stupid wither effect. You sliced with your sword, hooking the metal into the rib cage in front of you and sending the skeleton careening into the other just as it swung down, making the attack miss.You flinched at the sound of metal hitting stone, but you recovered faster than the skeletons in front of you. You could do this.

Another hit, your sword cutting through the skeleton’s vertebrate and killing it. You could do this.

One more.

Your sword was met with metal as you blocked its attack and you grunted, knocking it back. You could do this!

A downward slice had you throwing yourself back onto the side of the bridge as you dodged. You couldn’t die. Not here. Not now. Not in front of Technoblade again. You shoved another piece of salmon into your mouth as you backed up. You really hoped there weren’t any more blazes around. Or more skeletons waiting for you. You shoved yourself off the wall, hitting the wither skeleton with your shoulder to knock it back again before you struck once more, across the neck, beheading it.

The sight of three wither skulls in your inventory made you fall to your knees and you let out a sigh in relief. Your arms ached. Your wounds ached. Your head ached. Your vision doubled for a moment. Closing your eyes, you took a deep breath. You felt great, despite how dizzy you felt at the moment. You looked at Technoblade, hoping to find him still there.

He was leaned against the wall of the fortress, watching you with crossed arms.

Was he waiting on you?

The thought made you perk up and you scrambled to stand, rushing to him while holding the skulls. “Here! I got them all!”

He merely blinked at you as you handed him all three skulls you had gotten from your fight, placing them into his inventory after a moment. He didn’t speak, just turned to descend further in. Were you supposed to follow him?

You did anyways, feeling proud of yourself. He had waited on you!

The rest of the fortress had been like that. You continuously fighting wither skeletons, blazes, regular skeletons, zombified piglins, and magma cubes, only to turn over your loot to the large warrior who would patiently wait for you. You kept a few of the bars of gold, some diamonds, and one of the saddles you had found, but ultimately, you were just spare hands to help him. The experience you were gaining was more than enough, especially since he seemed to be listening to you ramble on and on. He’d occasionally hum or grunt in response, but not much more than that. It was still such a sweet sound in your ears, despite the constant crackle of fire that just filled the nether.

He didn’t speak when he decided he was finished, just started walking back the way you came and you immediately fell into step next to him when he walked past you.

Despite your exhaustion and the pain you felt, this trip felt more than worth it.

When you returned to the bastion where you two had first met, you grinned up at him.

Techno felt his breath catch in his throat at your smile. That smile almost made the sweltering brightness of the nether feel cold and dark. He had never had someone, aside from Tommy, smile at him with such warmth. No one had a smile like yours. They were all weighed heavy with the memories from lifetimes no longer in reach. But you? You were so tired from accompanying him, still wounded from fighting for him. Aside from the couple small treasures you had hidden away, you had given him everything. There was really no reason for you to have gone with him when you received virtually nothing in return. And now you smiled at him like that? You were-

TechnoSIMP.

E.

Look at how cute they are.

They’re stupid.

Take them back with us.

You should give them something for helping.

Hug them.

Awww look at them!

All warfare is based on deception.

He stopped that thought before it could fully finish.

“I should get going. I don’t know how dark it is and I want a bath.” He nodded at you. “I’ll catch you some other time, alright? Don’t be afraid to come by sometime if you need a buddy again, okay?”

He only hummed in response and watched you glide down the stairs of the bastion to a portal he had never noticed before.

A buddy? You weren’t a buddy. What did he really know about you?

You respawned faster than anyone else he had met. There hadn’t been another chance to test that, but you seemed unphased with your death. When you held up your hands, he couldn’t see the usual hearts on your wrist that they all shared. Even when normal members lost a life, he’s noticed that the normally red hearts are cracked and black. Phil himself had one on the center of his wrist. But yours were bare from the mark. You weren’t immortal, were you? Had he come across a god?

He chuckled at the thought.

Such a tiny god compared to him.

For now, he had to return to Pogtopia. He had to tell Wilbur about you. Perhaps write to Phil and ask if he knew anything about people with no or unlimited lives. He would repay your kindness at a later date.

He only hoped you wouldn’t be on the other side of this war.

[fallenlightsif]

"Can you hear me?" and/or "What was I supposed to do?" for my lovely celestial prince Florian 🥺

Feel free to tear my heart out, dear 😊🥰💞

My imagination's been going absolutely haywire ever since I played the demo and found out MC dies AND comes back. Y'know, as you do. 😂

Thank you for writing such a fascinating story and giving us such a wonderful older brother, I adore him and would not hesitate to die for him–

Good luck with Chapter One and don't forget to take care of yourself!!!💕💕💕💕

"Can you hear me?" and "What was I supposed to do?" for Florian.

(This is a scenario in which Florian and the MC had a less-than-stellar relationship pre-resurrection but Flor had a crush on MC and MC was dating E but is falling for Flor post-resurrection.)

(Their relationship can be very nuanced depending on your choices in-game.)

Also, I'm so glad you enjoyed the prologue! This ask really made my whole week 10x better!

Florian's footsteps were quiet, but the click of his boots still echoed in the near-silent room. He approached you cautiously, and you could feel his hesitance from all the way across the office.

Your office. Your old office, at least.

"You came back." His voice was quiet, the remark less a question and more a statement.

"I did." You sigh, running your fingertips over the hardwood of the desk.

Emil took this office after you were banished. Your heart twists at the thought of him, but you couldn't forgive and forget. Not this time.

Not after all he did, everything he took advantage of. Your eyes meet Florian's again, and he frowns slightly, a concerned pinch between his brows.

His concern is so genuine, so pure. So different than anything you'd experienced before; people who hid behind layers of intrigue and masks so brilliant you never saw their true faces until it was too late.

You'd been unpleasant to him before. You thought he was perhaps foolish, to rebel so needlessly. Too emotional, too attached. He cared too much.

You realize now these are not his faults, but instead his virtues.

"I almost didn't think you would." He gives a nervous smile, lips tilting up ever so slightly.

The words hurt, but you know they aren't unfounded. You'd never been fond of him; why would you leave the opportunities you'd found beyond and return to his side?

You look at his eyes, brilliant and golden, and wondered why indeed. You remember that, even when you dismissed him out of hand, he used to look at you like you hung the moon. He'd gaze at you when he thought you wouldn't notice, but you always did.

Never before had you sought that look from him, but you did now. You are left wondering if you'd ever see it again, wondering if this prince turned king still holds the same affection for you.

A bitter smile twists your lips, "I don't blame you for thinking so."

"Not to say I think you're disloyal." He rushes to say, "You aren't. You never were, and you paid the price for our mistakes. That is why I'm surprised you came back."

"What was I supposed to do?" You shrug, "Leave Ebia? Never return to my home? The prospect is just as gut-wrenching as it was years ago."

He's quiet for a moment, "Emil is still out there. You could go to him."

The words are sour in his mouth, even though he tries to hide it.

Blood roars in your ears for a split second and you close your eyes. Pain and relief are at war in your chest; regret over what you lost so cruelly and relief that Florian still cares enough to be upset.

You open your eyes to his concerned face, and everything snaps back into perspective.

"Can you hear me?" He asks, looking seconds away from snapping his fingers in front of your face to startle you from your melancholy.

"I can." You assure him, sparing him a small smile.

He freezes for a moment before returning the gesture.

"I returned because I wanted to." You gaze at the office, "You were excited when your mother named me your advisor. Why?"

"You're brilliant." The words seem to slip out before he realizes he's said them.

You open your mouth to respond, but no words escape. His face flushes a deep red, but he carries on regardless.

"You're second to none when it comes to magic. The way you navigated the court even made the nobility envious. You were suited for the position in every way." He pauses, "You still are."

There's an awkward pause that hangs in the air until-

"You still haven't named a new advisor." You note, "Not after Emil."

"None have lived up to the precedence set." He responds.

The precedence set. Your precedence.

"Is that so?" You muse quietly, looking out the large window behind the desk.

The wind makes the flowers of the royal garden sway in the wind. You had seen the white lilies dedicated in your name, the brass bell to invoke your spirit. Far beyond any honor given to a mere advisor before, let alone one as apathetic to their monarch as you.

"The position is yours." He speaks into the silence, "If you so desire."

"I do." You say, "Desire."

And you do desire. You don't long for intrigue anymore; you have no want for shadows and politics, rivalry and struggle, any longer. You have seen death, you've been subjected to the abyss that comes after, and you're cold.

You still wake up shivering, fingers brushing over the scar just beneath your belly button, exhaling ice and death as you sob your way back to the land of the living.

You're so tired of the cold.

His hand brushes against your shoulder, the touch just short of shy. He gives you plenty of time to withdraw if you want, to pull away. You don't.

He's warm, and you're so tired of the cold.

You do desire, despite the fact that you shouldn't. You don't deserve him, never have, but he still sees fit to hold you in his heart. Maybe you can work to earn your place there.

Perhaps you don't need to work for it, you realize as you meet his gaze. It might be the most reliving and confusing thing you've confronted yet; Florian's affection is freely given, nothing needed in return.

You don't have to be anything other than yourself for him, and it's a scary thought.

He smiles again, the expression becoming increasingly familiar, and this one is much wider than the others.

"Then, advisor, you should get some rest." He motions to the quarters attached to the office through the double doors, "I'll send for you in the morning."

He pauses to dismiss the mage light by the door but glances back at you and refrains.

After all this time, he remembers you fear the dark. He knows instinctively it's worse after what you've been through. He also knows you'd never admit either of those things, so he doesn't make you.

The relief you feel at the gesture is overwhelming and the flickering gold light illuminates him as he leaves.

Maybe you do deserve happiness after all, and even if you don't, maybe that doesn't matter.